Ky

𝓨ou need 𝓜e I gotta 𝓣ake care 𝓞f you,

𝓨ou need 𝓜e I gotta 𝓑e there 𝓕or you.

一緒 𝓝eedy while your 𝓑oyfriend is 𝓗anging out 𝓦ith his 𝓕riends.

ᯓ 𝓢unghoon ✘ 𝓡eader

⚠︎ 𝓡ough sex . fingering . oral . 𝓞verstimulation . teasing . nipple play . 𝓓irty talk.

⌞now playing⌝ ppower gunna

The vibration of his cell phone on the wooden patio table became muffled amidst the giggling of his friends. Sunghoon looked at the screen, and even as a smile tugged at the corners of his lips at the thought of seeing your name, he quickly lost all signs of it when he noticed something else.

It was just one picture. Your picture in a fresh set of black lace, emphasizing each and every part of your body in ways it should not be emphasized. The lighting was soft, the angle more than suggestive, and the caption underneath it was an outright request: “i need u”.

He recognized that look in your eyes from even a frozen photo. The same look you have when you are right there, teetering between vulnerability and lust. Ovulation week. Your heat seemed to seep through the screen.

"you alright, hoon?" asked jake with a raised brow.

Sunghoon was up and out of his seat before you knew it, snatching his coat. "Yeah, it's... I have somewhere to be. Im going." Not waiting for a reply, he turned and headed straight to his car with such a focused determination that his friends exchanged looks.

The trip back home blurred with red lights and white knuckles clenching the steering wheel. Each passing second seemed like eternity. That scene was burned into his brain, the plea he had heard ringing in his ears. He was going to make you pay for that kind of teasing.

The front door slammed shut behind him. It was silent around, except for the humming noise of the air conditioner. And there you were, lying down on the bed in that very fatalistic outfit, messy hair, and irritated lips.

"You took your sweet time," you huffed, your voice laced with desperation and a touch of sass. "I was about to just—"

Before you knew it, he had grabbed you, pinning you down with his body pressed to yours. "What were you going to do?" The tone of his voice was deep and raspy in your ears. "Touch yourself without me? Is that what you think is fair after what you did to me?"

Your sass melted into a needy whimper. "Hoon… please…"

"Please... What?" he taunted, his thumb running along the edge of your bottom lip before slipping inside your mouth. You sucked on it, your eyes fixed on him. "You need me that badly that you cannot even wait for ten minutes? God, how fucking pathetic."

His thumb popped out of your mouth, his other hand making its way down to rip off your delicate lingerie in one swift move.

"You wanted me home? You got me" he purred, his voice dripping with threat. Before you knew it, his fingers plunged into your wet core. A choked gasp slipped through your lips.

"Look at you" he whispered as he pumped his fingers into you rhythmically. "All wet from just thinking about me? You’re a mess." With his thumb, he started circling your clit, applying just enough pressure for you to move your hips in response. "Were you thinking about me fucking you when you took that picture?"

"Yes" you gasped, your hands fisting the sheets. "Hoon, please, I need you inside me, I can't—"

He pulled out his fingers, causing you to moan in frustration. He brought them to his mouth, tasting you with a satisfied hum. "So sweet."

He spun you around in one fluid movement, pressing your face into the bed while lifting your hips. You could hear the rustling of his pants, followed by the blunt tip of his cock pushing at your entrance. "You wanted to be a brat," he rumbled, driving into you with a single forceful thrust that took your breath away. "Then you will take what you asked for."

The pace he set was harsh and relentless, the sound of flesh hitting flesh reverberating throughout the entire room. You were a panting, pleading mess beneath him, all of your senses heightened to a fever pitch. "Yes, please Hoon, never stop," you pleaded, pushing into him.

His fingers reached around and grasped your breast, squeezing and rolling your nipple through the fabric. "So needy," he muttered, his pace never slowing. "You just love it, don't you? Loving being my desperate little thing."

You were close, so close; the tension in your stomach tightening with each painful thrust. "Im going to—"

"Not yet" he ordered, pulling out at the moment when you thought you were about to explode from the pleasure. The pain that came from being denied was almost too much to take. But you did not have time to complain, because he was already turning you over onto your back and kneeling in between your legs. He bent down and took your nipple into his mouth, biting down just enough for you to whimper.

"You cum when I say you can" he whispered against your skin, spreading your legs even farther apart. He moved his head down and suddenly his tongue was all over your clit, licking and sucking with an exactness that made you feel dizzy with pleasure. It was too much; the combination of the clothes that were still pressed against your body, his rough fingers that were inside you before, and now his mouth.

"Oh my god…" you moaned, your hands automatically going into his hair. He hummed against you, his vibrations sending you into shock. He wasn't giving you any time at all; not even a second to catch your breath.

"I can feel you tightening" he whispered against your slippery skin as he began to plunge his fingers back inside you, curling them into that sweet spot. "Cum for me, baby. Show me how badly you needed this."

All you needed was that one phrase, and you came undone with a cry of his name tearing from your lips as waves of pleasure coursed through your body and muscles tightened around his fingers.

Before you even had a chance to come back down from your high, he was thrusting back into you, the feeling of him filling you too much in your hypersensitive condition. He began to move again, his rhythm slow and deep, intended to drag out every last tremble of your orgasm.

"One more" he ordered, his voice rough. "I need one more from you." He pressed forward, taking your lips with a rough and needy kiss, devouring the little sounds of your need. He lifted your legs, wrapping them around his shoulders, the different position allowing him to take you even deeper.

You were a mess, a puddle of pleasure, but you did not want him to stop. Your body was aflame, every touch making you tingle, and the hungry gaze that he gave you made everything even more delicious. He reached down, rubbing your clit in time with his thrusts, building you up again from the ashes of your first orgasm.

"I can't… it's too much…" you whimpered, but your hips were moving against his, a clear contradiction to your words.

"Yes, you can," he gritted out. "You're my good girl, aren't you? You can take it."

You nodded, a torn cry choking you up. It was too much, pleasure so excruciating it felt like pain. Just as you were thinking that you wouldn’t be able to handle any more of it, the wave hit you once more, your walls squeezing him tight in a rhythmic squeeze.

The sensation of you breaking down under him broke him too. With a loud groan, he thrust deep into you, filling you with his release, his body convulsing at his own orgasm. He fell on top of you, resting his head on your shoulder, the two of you gasping for breath.

His body was heavy, but it was a comfort. After a few moments, he propped himself up on his elbows, looking down at your flushed face and teary eyes. He brushed a stray strand of hair from your face, a ghost of a smug smile on his lips.

"Better?" he asked, his voice a soft, sated murmur.

You just hummed, too tired and satisfied to form a coherent sentence. You were a boneless, happy mess, and the desperate, aching need that had been gnawing at you all day was finally, completely gone.

He pressed a soft, almost reverent kiss to your forehead. "Good." He rolled off you, pulling you into his side. "Don't do that again" he warned, though the edge was gone from his voice, replaced by sheer exhaustion and contentment. "Or at least, warn a guy."

You just snuggled closer, a sleepy smile on your face. "No promises."

ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 𝓖etting a taste 𝓞f your own 𝓜edicine when 𝓙ake 𝓣urns your teasing 𝓐gainst you over the 𝓟hone.

緒—𝓙ake x 𝓡eader

ᝰ.ᐟ 𝓟hone sex. 𝓓irty talk. 𝓔dging. 𝓞rgasm denial. 𝓜asturbation. 𝓟unishment

⌞ requested ⌝

The phone burned against your ear, Jake’s been teasing you for the past ten minutes, voice a low, velvety purr that seemed to slide right through you. “You know, baby,” he purred, and you could practically see the smirk curling his lips, “for someone who spent all day being such a tease, you’re awfully quiet now.”

You clenched your teeth, biting into your lip in an attempt to keep back the whimper that threatened to escape. Your hands were already shaking where they lay on your stomach, mere inches away from where you needed them most. "Maybe I'm just... conserving my energy," you said, your voice sounding too breathless for sass. "For when I see you next."

A low chuckle echoed through the speaker. It was a dangerous laugh, one you knew intimately. “Is that so?” he mused. “Because from where I’m sitting, it sounds like you’re having a hard time keeping your hands to yourself.” A pause, laden with meaning. “Tell me, baby. Are your fingers twitching? Are they aching to touch what you were teasing me with all day?”

Your cheeks burned hot. He was right. The memory of your earlier antics—the subtle brushes, the way you’d pull away just as his hands reached for you, the filthy whispers in his ear causing his jaw to clench—it was all a deliberate, delicious torture. Now, the tables had turned.

“My hands are perfectly fine and still.” you lied, your voice a little too sharp.

“Liar,” he purred, the word a soft caress. “I know you too well for that. You’re probably already squirming, trying to find just the perfect position. But you’re not going to do a thing until I tell you to. Not a single touch. Understood?”

A frustrated huff left your lips before you could stop it. “You’re such a—“

“A what, baby?” he interrupted, his tone deepening and full of that infuriating, seductive self-assurance. “You were so bratty, so determined to get a rise out of me. And now…” He let the sentence hang, a world of implication in the silence.

“Now you’re going to get a rise out of me?” you asked playfully, trying to regain some ground. “Over the phone? That’s cute, Jake.”

“Oh, I won’t be doing anything,” he said smoothly. “You will. Now I want you to slip your hand under your waistband. Just rest your fingers there. Feel how warm you are for me.”

The command was soft but unyielding. Your body betrayed you, your hips already moving as your hand obeyed, sliding beneath your waistband. The heat of your own skin was shocking, proof of how much effect he had on you. You gasped softly, then clamped your mouth shut, remembering your family was just on the other side of the thin walls.

“Mhm,” he purred, satisfaction clear in his voice. “Now, trace down, just a little. Find where you’re wet. Let me hear you feel it.”

You did, and a tiny, choked noise caught in your throat. Your fingers slid through your slickness, making you shudder. “Oh, you’re so good at following instructions when you’re desperate,” he teased, a harsh edge of lust creeping into his purr. “But you’re not going to get what you want yet. That’d be too easy for my bratty girl, wouldn’t it?”

“F—fuck you, Jake” you stammered, trying to maintain your sass, even as your hips rolled instinctively against your own hand.

He laughed, a dark, delicious sound. “Promises, baby. But now, I want you to circle. Just once, then stop.”

You did it, a frantic, shaky circle that left you clamping your teeth down on your knuckle to keep from moaning. The pressure was incredible, and the sudden stop was agonizing. Your whole body ached.

“Good girl,” he panted, And you knew how much effort it took him not to let it affect him. “Now, do it again. Faster. But stop on the count of three. Let the need build, baby. Let it burn.”

You followed his command, your breath coming in quick gasps, your free hand pressed over your mouth to muffle the sounds that threatened to escape. Each circle brought you closer, and each sudden stop was another rush of exquisite torture.

“Jake, please,” you pleaded, all pretense of sass gone.

“Please what?” he asked, his voice a whisper of pure sin. “Please stop? Or please let you finish? Because I don’t think you’ve been good enough for the second one yet.”

He guided you through a torturous process—circles, a light smack, a slow slide, and then a sudden stop. He was a master of your pleasure. He knew how to make you feel good in every possible way, knowing exactly where to bring you to the very edge before pulling you back. The sounds you were making were pitifully muffled, desperate little whimpers that you tried to swallow down, terrified your family might hear.

“Your fingers are working so hard,” he teased, voice strained. “I can hear it in your breathing. Your hips are moving to get more friction. Aren’t they?”

A sob of frustrated need choked out of you. “Yes,” you pleaded, the word barely audible.

“That’s my girl. So close. I can feel it. Now, one more time. Fast circles. And this time…” He paused, and you could hear the raw, barely leashed desire in his voice. “This time, you don’t stop. You’ve held back so well. Give in to me now.”

His approval felt like a key turning in a lock. Your hands moved frantically, circling with desperation. You arched up from the bed, and there was an almost choking moan held back by your hand. Pleasure shot through your body with such intensity that it blinded you. There was nothing but the wet, frantic motion of your hand and his voice in your ear.

“Yeah,” he moaned deeply. “Let me hear you. Let me feel it.”

After the last jolt had gone, you were lying there, breathing hard, covered in sweat and emitting a faint, embarrassed moan. You could almost see the smug smile on his face.

“See? Much better than being a brat, wouldn’t you say?” came his voice in that infuriatingly smug purr again. “But… I have to say, I do enjoy when you act like one. It makes me feel so good to win.”

You chuckled weakly. “You’re a menace, you know that?”

“You love it, baby” was his reply, with such obvious affection in the way he spoke. “Now go to sleep. I’ll be seeing you tomorrow. But we’ll see if you manage to be quiet next time around.”

⋮ ⌗𝓓runk and 𝓡eckless at 𝓨our boyfriend’s 𝓑irthday beach 𝓟arty┆

ᝰ.ᐟ 𝓙ay ﾒ 𝓡eader

.ᐟ.ᐟ—𝓓runk sex, balcony/public sex, 𝓕ingering, muffled moans, 𝓣easing, messy/intoxicated vibes, 𝓔stablished relationship, 𝓛anguage.

The villa was an artistic blend of glass and wood, built on the edge of a cliff such that the infinity pool appeared to drain right into the ocean. Jay had gone above and beyond. In celebration of his birthday, he hired this piece of paradise and invited all of his loved ones—your&his close friends—and vowed to enjoy some escapade filled days.

The party was an eruption of noise and light. The music played on and on in the open plan living space, blending with the sound of crashing waves from below. Drinks were being poured, presents were opened with a childish excitement, you’d got him that vintage chain he had been eying, and the look he gave you made your chest tighten with happiness.

By 2AM, the whole group was in chaos with both karaoke singing and drunk stories going on. Heeseung was teaching ningning a difficult drinking game, while sunghoon and giselle were in the middle of a heated argument over nothing. At that very moment, jungwon was sleeping on the couch with a slice of cake lying on his stomach.

You and jay were at its very epicenter, crushed together on an enormous outdoor daybed, drunk to the bone and alive with the electricity between the two of you. His hand was possessively perched upon your thigh, while his thumb made lazy circles upon your bare skin. He was buzzed, his normally focused eyes glassy and his smile dangerous.

“Happy birthday, jay” you whispered the hundredth time, tilting your face towards him and placing a kiss on his jaw. The salty flavor of his skin together with the taste of the alcohol on your lips was an erotic mix.

“Mmm” he hummed, pulling you even closer. “The best one yet. With you here. The view.” He made vague gestures towards the inky blackness of the ocean, the silver path created by the moon in the water. “You ought to be part of this view.”

Your face flamed, you attributed that to the rum.

—

Finally, the lot dragged themselves to their own bedrooms. The goodbyes were messy and laced with pledges of breakfasts the morning after. You both made your way to the master bedroom, which was a large space with floor-to-ceiling windows opening out to a personal balcony facing the beach. The glass doors had been slid open already, letting in the crisp, salty air and the soothing sound of the waves.

You two were completely wasted. Not passed out drunk, but that state when everything feels intensified and the inhibitions are wafer thin.

Jay fell onto the king-sized bed, dragging you to lie on top of him. He let out a sigh, a happy one, as he buried his face into your neck. “Don’t wanna sleep” he murmured against your skin. “Want to stay in the moment.”

You laughed a breathless laugh, the laugh of a drunk person. “We can’t live in the moment forever, Jay. Sun will rise.”

“Then I want to see it with you” he murmured in a raspy voice. His hands roamed down your back to hold your butt, moving your position until you were straddling his hips. “Come here.”

The kiss he placed on your lips was slow and deep, with the taste of the pricey liquor he had been consuming. He kissed you lazily, almost experimentally; the contrast between this and the wild party was huge. His one hand was now on your face, his thumb brushing against your cheek as his other hand moved downward under the edge of your silk shorts.

"Jay" you whispered.

He hummed against your lips as his hands discovered the wet warmth between your thighs. Though you were drunk, you were conscious of every nerve that he touched. "So wet already for me" he said, a hint of his signature teasing tone in his voice. "Couldn’t wait, could you?"

You shook your head, a pitiful whine coming from your mouth. "I've been thinking of this all night” you confessed, in such a small voice.

He smirked against your neck. "And now youve got me all to yourself." He pushed aside your underwear, sliding one finger deep within you with a wet squelch. It was slow and steady, his thumb circling around your clit in time with the languid thrust of his fingers. "Jesus, you're so tight" he whispered, reverence clear in his voice.

It was all too much. The alcohol had made you vulnerable, everything felt intensified. The way he curled his fingers, finding that special spot inside you, made you see stars. You bit your lip to hold back a moan, knowing the rest of the group—the other guys, your friends—were only a few doors away.

He noticed. Of course he did.

"Uh-uh” he warned in a hushed tone, his voice turning dangerously seductive. "Don't do that." He sped up, his fingers moving in and out of you, a wet rhythm that was hard to ignore. "I wanna hear you."

"Jay, they'll hear—"

"So what?" he said, his eyes dancing with a mischief. "Let them. Or…" He stopped mid-motion, withdrawing his hand momentarily, before pulling it out of you. You cried out at the withdrawal, but were cut off when he lifted you off him and turned around to move out to the balcony.

The ocean spread out in front of you, vast and dark. The cool night air caressed your hot skin. The sound of the waves crashing against the beach was deafeningly loud, but somehow soothing and dangerous at the same time.

"Everyone should see you in the open" Jay panted, and his voice dripped with lust. His arms circled your waist and he kissed you just under your ear. "Right here. Under the moonlight. In my company. What do you think ? Think the ocean can hear how good Im making you feel?"

He turned you to face him and pressed you up against the cold rail of the glass fence. His hands moved to undo the knot of your shorts and tugged them off along with your panties. The coarse material falling to your feet reminded you of what was going on as he picked you up and your legs wrapped around his waist.

It was an outrageous position. Warm breeze was caressing your exposed core, and you knew that you were vulnerable. The building was set back, but still, you could hear someone laughing from an open window downstairs—sunghoon and heeseung must have been still awake. It didn't matter where someone would look at.

"Was that what you wished for?" he whispered huskily, removing his own sweatpants. His tip brushed against your entrance without going inside, just teasing.

"Jay, please—" you begged, drunk on him, on the alcohol, on the recklessness of it all.

He slammed into you in one swift and deep thrust. You screamed from the sheer sensation of being filled by him and couldn’t control yourself until his hand clamped over your mouth, palm against your lips.

"Shh" he said softly and wickedly, "We wouldn't want our neighbors to hear us, would we? Unless you want them to" He began pulling himself out almost completely and penetrated back inside deeply. The motion became rhythmic with the cold glass pressing into your back and his body heat against yours.

Your muffled screams were cut off by his hand with each penetration causing you to choke slightly and scream again in pleasure. The fear of getting caught by either sunghoon or heeseung coming out onto their balconies and finding you in this position mixed together with the sheer pleasure of it, creating a heady cocktail that pushed you closer and closer to the edge. It was messy, the angles awkward but perfect, your slickness made every slide obscenely wet.

"You like that, don't you?" he whispered seductively, his voice strained with his own pleasure. "Like the thought of being seen in this way. All mine. Coming apart."

Your head shook violently, but not out of any disbelief – out of pure desperation. The tears welled up in the corners of your eyes because of the power of the moment. Your body was humming with pleasure, and everything you were hearing was just noise – it was all about the feeling of him inside of you, his hand smothering your mouth and the fear of being caught.

He felt you tightening around him, your walls fluttering. A broken sob escaped your lips, and he leaned closer, his forehead resting against yours.

"That's it" he breathed, his pace increasing. "Let go. Cum for me baby"

And you did. The climax hit you with the force of a crashing wave, so intense that it took away your breath. You arched off the cool surface of the glass, body shaking violently as you fought for sound. But his hand came down harder on your mouth, blocking the broken cries that escaped your mouth. He cursed beneath his breath, stringing curses together in a barely audible mutter, while your orgasm brought him to his. He plunged into you, releasing himself with a hoarse moan that he smothered against your neck, body shuddering violently as he rode out his high.

There was silence for some time, except for the sound of the crashing waves and your heavy breathing. His grip on you relaxed, and you slumped against him, completely limp. He slowly pulled out of you, gently pulling your shorts up again.

"Fuck" he murmured, breaking into a chuckle. You were still gasping for air, your forehead leaning on yours. "That was…."

"Reckless" you added hoarsely. A crazy giggle escaped your chest. "Absolutely reckless."

He smiled, a glint of his typical boyishness showing through the haze of drunkenness. "The best way to spend my birthday" he kissed the end of your nose.

He picked you up and brought you back inside, walking a little wobbly, and put you down in bed. He took a cloth and wiped you off, carefully, with such care that it pained your heart. By the time he crawled into bed beside you, pulled you into his arms and tucked you under the covers, you were already half asleep.

After a bit. You smiled, pressing a kiss to his chest. "Happy birthday, baby"

He was already asleep, a soft snore escaping his lips. And as you drifted off, the sound of the ocean filling the room, you thought this was the best present you could have possibly given him. Not the necklace, not the party.

Just him, you, and the wide-open night.

l.hs!n.rk✘reader

synopsis: You've been hooking up with both heeseung and riki separately for months, but when you let a stranger flirt with you at a party just to feel their eyes on you, they decide they're done sharing, done asking, done letting you walk away.

pairings: heeki✘f!reader

warnings: threesome, post party, smut, friends with benefits, blow jobs, unprotected sex, storage closet sex, possessive behavior, hair pulling, oral, pet names, overstimulation, fingering, light choking, swallowing. lmk if i missed any lol

a/n: i saw THIS edit and the thoughts started hitting me instantly, so obviously i had to write this lmao

You knew you were playing with fire the moment you agreed to come.

The party was loud, too many trainees and idols you didn't care to remember. You leaned against the kitchen counter, drink in hand, watching some guy try too hard to make you laugh.

His name didn't matter. Neither did his hand on your arm.

You let him talk, let him lean in, let him think he had a chance.

Because you could feel two pairs of eyes burning holes into your back from across the room.

Riki moved first.

You didn't see him coming, just felt a warm hand slide over your hip from behind, fingers pressing just hard enough to bruise later.

"Who's your friend?" His voice was low, right by your ear. The guy in front of you went pale.

You didn't flinch. Didn't lean in or pull away.

"No one" you said, taking a slow sip of your drink "Yet"

Riki's fingers dug deeper. His laugh was quiet and sharp "Cute"

The guy muttered an excuse and disappeared.

You turned your head just enough to catch Riki's expression. Dark eyes, flat smile, jealousy dripping from every sharp line of his face.

"That was rude" you said "I was having fun"

"Were you?"

Heeseung appeared on your other side like smoke.

No warning. Just sudden warmth, his chest pressing against your shoulder blade, his hand landing on the counter beside yours caging you in.

"You're bad when you're bored" he murmured.

You looked up at him, met his gaze without blinking "You love it"

He tilted his head. Didn't deny it.

Riki's hand was still on your hip. Heeseung's body was a wall at your back. The music thumped through the floor — PARTYNEXTDOOR's "Make a Mil" slow, heavy bass.

"Come with us" Heeseung said. It wasn't a question.

You raised an eyebrow "Make me"

The air went still.

Riki's grip tightened. Heeseung's jaw flexed.

Then Heeseung smiled. Slow. Dangerous.

"Don't tempt us"

They didn't ask again.

Heeseung took your hand, not gently, not rough either. Just firm. Like you were already his. Riki stayed close behind, a hand on the small of your back, steering you through the crowd.

No one stopped you. No one looked twice.

The hallway was dark. The music faded to a dull pulse behind a closed door.

You turned to face them, back against the wall, arms crossed.

"Okay, you've got me alone. Now what?"

Riki stepped into your space, one hand slamming flat against the wall beside your head. His face was inches from yours. You could smell his cologne, could see the way his chest rose and fell too fast.

"You let that guy touch you for twenty minutes" he said. "We watched every second"

You smirked "Jealous much?"

"Yes"

No hesitation. No shame.

Heeseung came up behind Riki, resting a hand on his shoulder, looking past him at you. Calm, patient, hungry.

"We don't share, baby" Heeseung said "Not really"

"And yet" you said "you've been sharing me for months"

Neither of them blinked.

"That's different" Riki said, his thumb finding your jaw, tilting your face up "That's us, baby"

You should have been scared. Intimidated. Pinned between two of them in a dark hallway with no one around.

Instead, you felt your pulse kick, and doubled down.

"So what now?" you asked. "You're gonna fight over me? Draw straws? Flip a coin?"

Riki's eyes narrowed. Heeseung laughed low under his breath.

"No, baby" Heeseung said, stepping closer. His chest brushed Riki's back, his fingers found your chin turning your face toward him. "We're not gonna fight"

"Then what?"

They looked at each other, some silent conversation you weren't invited to.

When they looked back, something had shifted. Darker. Hungrier.

"We're gonna stop pretending" Riki said, his hand sliding from your jaw to your throat, not squeezing, just resting there "You're not fucking anyone else. You're not even looking at anyone else"

You laughed, but it came out breathier than you wanted. "Bold assumption"

"It's not an assumption, pretty" Heeseung said, his thumb tracing your bottom lip "It's a decision"

"You don't get to decide for me"

"No?" Riki's fingers pressed just slightly, a warning, a tease "Then tell us no right now. Walk away"

You didn't move.

Neither did they.

The song was still playing somewhere, muffled through the walls.

Heeseung leaned in, lips brushing your ear "That's what we thought"

The nearest empty room was a storage closet.

Too small. Too dark. Perfect.

Riki shut the door. Heeseung didn't bother with the light.

You heard them moving, felt the heat of their bodies closing in. Your back hit something solid, a shelf, maybe. Didn't matter actually.

"You're shaking" Riki said. You couldn't see his face, but you could hear the smile in his voice.

"I'm not scared"

"I didn't say scared"

His hands found your waist. Heeseung's hands found your hips. They pinned you there, bodies pressed against your front and side, nowhere to go.

"You've been running this game for months" Heeseung murmured against your neck, his lips dragging down your throat. "Teasing, pulling away, letting us taste you and then leaving"

You shivered. Hated that you did.

"You think we didn't notice?" Riki's voice came from the other side, his mouth suddenly at your jaw "You think we didn't talk about it?"

Your breath caught "Talk about what?"

"About how you want us to take it" Heeseung said. "How you want us to stop asking and just take"

You opened your mouth to deny it.

Riki kissed you first.

Hard. Demanding. His tongue sliding against yours before you could breathe, his hands gripped your waist like he'd never let go.

When he pulled back, you gasped.

Heeseung didn't wait. He turned your face toward him and kissed you slower, deeper, like he had all night. His teeth scraped your bottom lip. You felt it everywhere.

"See?" Heeseung whispered against your mouth. "That's not a girl who wants to be asked"

Clothes came off in pieces.

Your top first. Heeseung unbuttoned it slow, one button at a time, watching your face the whole way. Riki's hands slid up your bare back, fingers tracing your spine.

"Turn around" Riki said.

You hesitated. Just for a second.

Heeseung's hand closed around the back of your neck, gentle but firm "You heard him"

You turned.

The shelf dug into your front. Riki pressed against your back, his chest warm, his belt buckle cool against your skin. Heeseung knelt in front of you.

You looked down at him, hair falling over his eyes, lips parting as he looked up at you like you were something to be worshipped and devoured at the same time.

"You're so fucking pretty like this" he said, his hands running up your thighs "All that sass gone quiet"

You forced yourself to smirk "Give me a second, I'll think of something"

He grinned, bit the inside of your thigh.

You cursed. Riki laughed behind you.

Heeseung took his time.

Kisses up your inner thighs, slow and wet, his fingers pressing into your hips holding you open. Riki's hands roamed your body from behind your stomach, your ribs, cupping your breasts, thumbs brushing your nipples until you arched back into him.

"You feel that?" Riki murmured in your ear "You feel how hard he's trying not to rush?"

You did. You felt everything.

Heeseung's tongue finally found you. You choked on a moan, your hand flying to his hair, gripping tight.

"Fuck—"

He hummed against you. The vibration made your knees buckle. Riki held you up, arms locked around your waist.

"She's close already" Riki observed, amused "That's embarrassing"

"Shut up" you gasped.

Heeseung pulled back just enough to speak. His lips were wet "Make her beg"

You wanted to refuse. Wanted to bite back something clever.

But Riki chose that moment to bite your shoulder, and Heeseung chose that moment to slide two fingers inside you, and your brain stopped working.

"Please" you heard yourself say. Hated it. Wanted more.

"Louder, pretty" Heeseung said.

"Please—"

They didn't stop.

Heeseung's fingers curled inside you, his tongue flat against your clit. Riki's hands pinched your nipples, twisted, pulled. You were crying out now, not caring who heard, the shelves rattling every time you jerked.

When you came, it was messy. Loud. Your whole body shaking between them.

Riki held you through it. Heeseung worked you through it, not stopping until you pushed at his shoulder, overstimulated and gasping.

"Good girl" Heeseung said, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.

You slumped back against Riki, chest heaving "I hate you both"

"No you don't" Riki said, his hands sliding down your stomach, between your legs. You were still sensitive, flinched when his fingers brushed you "You love it. You love us"

You didn't say yes.

You didn't say no either.

The rest happened fast.

Heeseung stood, unbuckled his belt. Riki turned you around, lifted you onto the shelf. You wrapped your legs around his waist before he even asked.

"Impatient" Riki teased.

"Shut up and fuck me"

He did.

Not gentle, not slow. Exactly what you'd been asking for with every smirk and every time you'd walked away.

Heeseung came up behind you, pressed against your back, his hands covering yours where you gripped the shelf, his mouth finding your ear.

"You feel how hard he is for you?" he whispered "How long he's been waiting?"

You couldn't answer. Riki was hitting something inside you that made you see stars.

Heeseung's hand slid around your throat, not squeezing. Just there. Claiming.

"Now you're going to come again" he said "And then you're going to tell us you're ours"

You tried to shake your head.

Riki snapped his hips harder. You moaned so loud it echoed.

"Yes, pretty" Heeseung said against your skin "Just like that"

You came again with Heeseung's hand on your throat and Riki's name on your lips.

They didn't stop.

Heeseung pulled you off the shelf, turned you around, bent you over it. You felt him push inside you from behind while Riki watched.

"Look at her" Riki said, palming himself, watching your face "Look how wrecked she is"

You wanted to say something cutting. Instead, you just moaned as Heeseung fucked you rough and deep.

"You're gonna take both of us" Heeseung said "Aren't you, baby"

It wasn't a question.

You nodded into the shelf.

"Words, pretty" Riki said.

"Yes, fuck— yes."

After he finished, pulling out slowly making you whimper at the loss, you thought maybe you were done.

You were wrong.

Riki grabbed your wrist and pulled you up from the shelf. Your legs were shaking, your lipstick was smeared across your chin. You'd never felt more wrecked in your entire life.

"Sit" Riki said, pushing you gently down onto your knees.

You looked up at him, then at Heeseung, who was already stepping closer, cock in his hand, still hard.

"Your turn, baby" Heeseung said "You think we're the only ones who do the work?"

You should have been annoyed. Should have snapped back.

Instead, you reached for Riki first.

Wrapped your fingers around the base of him, looked up through your lashes. Watched his composure crack.

"You wanna be in control so bad" you murmured "But look at you. You're already shaking, ki"

Riki's jaw tightened. His hand came down on the back of your head, not shoving, just resting there "Talk less"

You smiled. Then took him into your mouth.

Riki's head fell back against the shelf. A low groan escaped his throat, the kind he'd been holding in all night.

You took your time. Swirled your tongue. Dragged your lips up slow, then back down fast. Your hand worked what your mouth couldn't fit.

"Fuck" he breathed, his fingers tightening in your hair "Just like that. Yeah—"

Behind you, Heeseung moved closer. You felt his thighs against your back, his cock pressing against your shoulder.

"Don't forget about me, pretty" he said. Not a request.

You pulled off Riki with a wet pop, turned your head, took Heeseung into your mouth without breaking eye contact.

He hissed. His hand joined Riki's in your hair.

You let them guide you, back and forth. Riki's taste, then Heeseung's. Salty and warm and theirs.

"You're so good at this" Riki muttered, his hips bucking forward "Been thinking about your mouth for days—"

"Me too" Heeseung admitted, voice rougher now. "Wondering if you'd look up at us like that"

You did. Looked up at both of them, eyes wet, lips swollen, drool trailing down your chin.

You'd never felt more powerful in your life.

They didn't last long.

Riki came first, pulled your hair gently, tried to warn you, but you didn't pull away. Swallowed. Kept your eyes on his face as he shuddered.

"Jesus" he whispered, sliding down the wall to sit on the floor, boneless.

You turned to Heeseung, wrapped your lips around him again, bobbed your head faster, hand pumping what you couldn't reach.

Heeseung's composure finally broke. His hips stuttered, his hand clenched in your hair.

"Look at me" he said.

You looked up.

He came on your tongue with a broken sound you'd never heard from him before. You swallowed that too.

Then sat back on your heels, wiped your mouth with the back of your hand. Smiled.

"Good?"

Neither of them could speak. Riki just stared at you like you'd rearranged his entire brain. Heeseung dropped to his knees in front of you and kissed you hard, tasting himself on your lips.

After, you didn't know how much later, you were sandwiched between them on the floor of the storage closet.

Your dress was ruined. Your makeup was gone. Your thighs were sore. Your jaw ached.

You'd never felt better.

Riki traced patterns on your stomach. Heeseung played with your hair.

"That guy from earlier" Riki said. "What was his name?"

"I don't know, honestly"

"Good."

You snorted. "Possessive"

He smiled. "You like it"

You didn't argue.

Because he was right. You liked all of it. Liked them.

Maybe more than you'd ever admit out loud.

You rolled your eyes. But you were smiling.

And when Heeseung pulled you closer and Riki pressed a kiss to your shoulder, you let yourself have it.

The three of you. The dark. The distant echo of music.

"Make a Mil" with her.

Yeah. You could do that.

𝓗old up let me get 𝓨ou right, its how I 𝓐pologize

ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 𝓨ou storm into 𝓡iki's studio at 2 AM, you 𝓐rgue with him and try to leave. But he drags you back and fucks you stupid, 𝓑ecause its his way of 𝓐pologizing.

愛— 𝓡iki ✘ 𝓡eader

ᵎ!ᵎ 𝓡ough sex, oral, fingering, 𝓣easing, orgasm denial, dirty talk, 𝓣oxic (kinda) relationship, 𝓡iki is a jerk (lowk), but 𝓨ou are exactly where you 𝓦anna be ;). Lmk if i missed anything

The bass is the first thing you feel.

It thuds through the floor and up your calves before you even push the door open. The hallway smells like old coffee and whatever expensive cologne riki's been wearing lately, the one he thinks makes him look older than twenty.

The studio door is unlocked. Of course it is. He never locks it when he's deep in it. Too distracted.

You step inside and the bass wraps around your ribs.

Riki's got his back to you, hunched over the mixing board like it owes him money. Headphones slouched around his neck, hoodie sleeves pushed up to his elbows. His fingers moving slow over the faders, tweaking something you can't hear over the low end rumble.

The screen glows blue against his jaw. He looks tired. Good tired, like he's been fighting something and winning.

You drop your bag by the door loud enough to announce yourself.

He doesn't turn.

"Babe"

Nothing.

"Riki"

He tilts his head, still not looking "Heard you the first time"

"Then why didn't you say something?"

"Was seeing if you'd leave”

You cross the room and smack the back of his head. Light. Playful. But pointed.

He finally swivels in his chair, one brow raised "That's how we're starting?"

"That's how we're starting when you've been MIA for four days"

"Three"

"Don't correct me"

He smirks and leans back, stretching his arms overhead. His hoodie rides up just enough to show a strip of stomach. That fucking tattoo by his hip. He knows what he's doing.

"I been working" he says, like that explains everything.

"You've been hiding"

"Same thing"

You plant your hands on your hips. The monitor behind him is showing waveforms you don't understand, but you know the energy in this room. You've been here before. The obsessive late nights. The way he forgets to text back. The way he forgets you exist when a track has its claws in him.

"I miss you, jackass" The words come out sharper than you meant "Is that what you wanted to hear? I fucking miss you and Im tired of sleeping alone and Im tired of eating dinner by myself like Im not even in a relationship”

He doesn't flinch. Just watches you with those half lidded eyes, lips parted like he's tasting your frustration.

"So come sit" he says, patting his thigh.

"No"

"Baby"

"Don't 'baby' me riki. You think you can disappear for half a week and then pat your leg and I'll just—"

"Three days"

"I WILL hit you again"

He laughs. Low and slow. It's not a nice laugh. It's the kind of laugh that says he knows exactly how this ends.

"You done?" he asks.

"No, actually. You're supposed to feel bad right now. That's how this works. I show up, I guilt trip you, you apologize, we go home and order takeout and you fall asleep on my chest while I play with ur hair. That's the routine”

"Sounds boring”

"Good. Maybe boring is what you need then"

He stands up.

He's got couple good inches on you and he uses every single one of them, looking down at you with something that's not quite anger. Something hungrier.

"You came all the way here" he says slowly "in the middle of the night, to yell at me about missing you"

"Yes"

"In my studio"

"Yes”

"In my space”

"You don't —"

He grabs your chin. Gentle enough not to hurt. Firm enough to shut you up.

"In my space," he repeats, thumb dragging over your bottom lip "talking all that shit”

You swallow. Your heart's doing something stupid in your chest.

"I mean it" you whisper, but it comes out weaker than you want.

"I know you do" He tilts your head side to side like he's examining you. "That's what's cute. You always mean it. You always think you're gonna come in here and put me in my place”

"Because someone has to"

"Mhm" He drops his hand and steps back. "You should go"

It hits like a slap.

"What?"

"You heard me" He turns back to the board, reaching for his headphones. "I got work. You got feelings. We're not lining up tonight"

You stare at the back of his head. The absolute audacity.

"Are you fucking serious right now?"

"As a heart attack, sweetheart"

"Don't call me that"

"Then leave"

You don't move.

He glances over his shoulder, one eyebrow raised "That wasn't a suggestion"

"Make me"

The room goes quiet. Even the bass seems to hold its breath.

Riki sets his headphones down very carefully. Turns around. Crosses his arms over his chest.

"You want me to make you leave?"

"I want you to act like you give a single shit that your girlfriend drove forty minutes in the rain to see you"

"It's not raining”

"FIGURE OF SPEECH"

He tilts his head. Studies you. You can see him thinking, see the gears turning behind those dark eyes.

Then he sighs, long and heavy, and runs a hand through his hair.

"Come here"

"No"

"Baby"

"Stop"

"I'm not gonna say it again"

"Fuck it then don't”

He crosses the room in three strides.

You don't flinch. You dig your heels in and lift your chin and stare him dead in the eye because you are not the kind of girl who backs down. Not from anyone. Especially not from him.

He stops inches away. You can smell the coffee on his breath, the woody colonge on his hoodie, something underneath that's just him.

"You're so annoying" he says quietly.

"You're so avoidant"

"I'm working"

"You're hiding"

"I'm producing"

"Same thing"

He laughs at that, a real laugh, surprised out of him, and something in his face shifts. Softens. Cracks open just enough for you to see the boy underneath.

"I missed you too" he admits, barely above a whisper. "Okay? I just... when I'm in here, I don't know how to stop. I don't know how to come back"

"Then let me pull you out"

His jaw tightens. His eyes drop to your mouth.

"If I touch you right now" he says slowly "I'm not gonna be nice about it"

"I didn't ask you to be nice"

"You always say that"

"Because I always mean it"

He stares at you for one more second. Two. Three.

Then his hand is in your hair and his mouth is on yours and it's not gentle. It's not even soft. It's hungry and demanding and exactly what you wanted when you got in your car two hours ago.

You kiss him back just as hard, grabbing fistfuls of his hoodie, pulling him closer. He tastes like energy drinks and cigarettes. His other hand finds your waist and squeezes hard enough to bruise.

You moan into his mouth.

He pulls back.

Just... stops. Lets you chase his lips for half a second before leaning away.

"Uh uh, pretty" he says, thumb pressing against your lower lip "You wanted my attention, right? You got it. But we're doing this my way”

"Your way?"

"My way" He backs you toward the leather couch against the wall "You came in here talking crazy. You don't get to run the show anymore, love"

"I wasn't—"

He pushes you. Not hard. Just enough that your knees hit the couch and you fall back onto it, looking up at him with wide eyes.

"Yeah you were" He looms over you, pulling his hoodie off in one smooth motion. The tank top underneath rides up. You can see the lines of his torso, the way his muscles shift when he moves "You always try to run the show. It's cute. But it's my turn now"

You prop yourself up on your elbows "Make it interesting then”

His eyes darken.

"I intend to"

He drops to his knees in front of the couch. Between your legs. His hands slide up your thighs, pushing your skirt up as he goes.

"These are new" he says, fingers hooking into the waistband of your underwear. Lace. Black. The ones you bought last week specifically because you knew he'd see them eventually.

"You like them?"

"I like taking them off you"

He does. Slow. Dragging them down your legs inch by inch, letting the anticipation build. You're already wet. Well…. You've been wet since he grabbed your chin.

He sees it. Of course he sees it. His smirk is insufferable.

"All that attitude" he murmurs, tossing your underwear somewhere behind him "and you're this ready for me? Pathetic"

"Shut up"

"Make me"

He doesn't wait for an answer. His mouth is on you before you can breathe, tongue flat against your clit, and your head falls back against the couch.

"Fuck—"

He hums against you, and the vibration makes your hips jerk. He holds you down with one arm thrown across your pelvis, the other hand pressing into your inner thigh to keep you open for him.

He's good at this. Too good. He knows exactly where to put his mouth, exactly how much pressure to use, exactly when to pull back and make you whine.

And he does pull back. Right when you're close. Right when your fingers are twisted in his hair and your thighs are shaking.

He looks up at you, mouth slick, eyes dark.

"Say you missed me”

"I— what?"

"Say you missed me. Say you came all the way here in the middle of the night because you couldn't sleep without me"

"That's— that's literally what I—"

"Say it”

You grit your teeth "I missed you, you absolute dick”

"Again"

"I missed you"

"Again"

"RIKI"

He grins and puts his mouth back on you.

You cum in under a minute. It rips through you without warning, your whole body arching off the couch, a sound tearing out of your throat that you've never made before. He works you through it, tongue gentler now, coaxing every last drop of pleasure out of you until you're pushing at his head because it's too much.

He sits back on his heels, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.

"One" he says.

"One what?"

"How many you getting tonight. That was just the warmup, baby"

You're still panting "You're insane”

"You're still talking back" He stands up, unbuckling his belt "Guess I didn't do a good enough job"

The belt hits the floor. Then his jeans. Then his boxers.

He's hard. Thick. Precum smeared at the tip.

"See something you want?" he asks, stroking himself slow.

"You know I do"

"Then come get it”

You sit up. Slide off the couch. Kneel in front of him without him having to ask.

He watches you with heavy lidded eyes as you take him in your hand, as you lean forward and lick a stripe up the underside of his cock. His breath hitches. His hand finds the back of your head.

He murmurs "That's my fucking girl"

You take him deeper. Hollow your cheeks. Let him feel your throat contract around him.

"Fuck—" His grip tightens in your hair "Just like that. Don't stop"

You don't. You work him with your mouth and your hand, alternating between deep and shallow, fast and slow, driving him crazy in all the ways you know he likes.

But he pulls you off before he finishes. Before you can get him there.

He hauls you to your feet and spins you around, bending you over the arm of the couch. His chest presses against your back, his mouth at your ear.

"You think you can come in here" he says, lining himself up "yell at me, threaten me, tell me I'm a bad boyfriend—"

"I didn't say —"

"And then expect me to be gentle?"

He pushes in.

You both groan. He's thick and he's deep and he doesn't give you time to adjust. He sets a pace immediately, hard, punishing, exactly like he promised.

"Riki—"

"You wanted my attention" His hand comes around to grip your jaw, forcing your head back against his shoulder "You got it. Now take it"

You do. You take every thrust, every snap of his hips, every time he hits that spot inside you that makes your vision go white.

"You feel so good" he grits out "Always so tight. Like you were made for me"

"Shut up—"

"No you shut up" He speeds up "You wanted to fight? We're fighting. But I'm winning"

He reaches around and finds your clit with his fingers, rubbing tight circles that have you keening.

"Let me hear you. Let the whole building hear you."

You're close again. So close. Your nails dig into the couch cushion.

"Say my name" he demands.

"Riki—"

"Louder"

"Fuck—Riki—"

You cum undone around him, clenching so hard he groans and slams into you a few more times before pulling out and finishing on your lower back, stripes of heat that make you shiver.

For a moment, neither of you moves.

Then he slumps forward, forehead pressed between your shoulder blades, breath hot against your skin.

"So" he says after a long minute, voice wrecked "You still mad at me?"

You laugh, breathless, shaky, real.

"Give me five minutes and I'll find something else to be mad about"

He huffs a laugh against your back "That's my girl"

—

Later.

You're on the couch, tucked under his arm, his hoodie thrown over your bare legs. The bass is still playing, some loop he's been working on, but lower now. Softer.

Your head is on his chest. His heartbeat is steady under your ear.

"You should come home tonight" you say quietly.

"I know”

"I mean it. Not just tonight. Every night. Im tired of sleeping alone”

He's quiet for a moment. Then he presses a kiss to the top of your head.

"I'll try"

"That's not good enough"

"It's gonna have to be"

You poke his ribs. He squirms.

"I'm serious, Riki"

"So am I" He pulls you closer "But Im also serious about you. So... I'll try harder, okay?"

You look up at him. His face is soft in the blue light of the monitor. No sharp edges. No armor.

"Okay" you whisper.

He smiles, small, real, just for you.

"You wanna stay?" he asks "Watch me work? I'll order food”

"In your crusty studio?"

"It's not crusty"

"It is”

"It's vintage crusty"

You laugh and bury your face in his chest.

"Yeah" you say "I'll stay"

He holds you tighter.

Outside, the sky is starting to lighten. You've got hours until morning.

ᯓ 𝓦hen 𝓗eeseung ignores you at the 𝓒lub, you let another man buy you 𝓓rinks, but heeseung's been 𝓦atching the whole time, and he 𝓓rags you home to remind you 𝓔xactly who you belong 𝓣o.

⸝ ⤷ 𝓗eeseung ✘ 𝓡eader

⸝⸝ warnings: 𝓡ough sex, fingering, 𝓞ral, orgasm denial, 𝓗air pulling (brief), 𝓜ultiple orgasm, overstimulation, possessiveness, 𝓟et names (baby, pretty, good girl), 𝓕riend with benefits 𝓓ynamic. lmk if i missed any

The bass vibrated through the floor and went straight up to your spine. It was the only thing connecting you to the ground, the thrum of the club, the press of bodies, the taste of overpriced vodka on your tongue. Because he was here, and he acted like you completely didn’t exist.

Heeseung lounged in the back of the VIP section’s plush seating, long legs spread, drink held casually in his hand. His friends flanked him — jay laughing at something, jake nodding along, but heeseung wasn’t really there. His gaze lazily roamed the room. Purposefully not looking at you.

Fine. Two can play that game.

It had been four months since you started this routine. Friends with benefits, he had called it that first night, breath hot against your neck, hands already under your shirt. No strings. Just fun. And you had gone along with it, come on, you weren’t a fool.

Except that heeseung made it difficult to walk out on him. The way he fucks you — thorough, patient, cruel in the best way, had rewired your brain. And what’s worse? He knew it. That cocky smirk every time you came back for more. “Missed me?”

Tonight was supposed to be casual. He had invited you out with his circle of friends. “Come through. Dress nice” And you had, because you wanted to look good. And you wanted him to suffer.

Well..

He wasn’t suffering at all, he was totally ignoring you. Which drove you nuts.

So when a man came up to you — tall, decent jawline, clearly drunk enough to be bold, you didn’t brush him off. You turned, smiled slow, and let him buy you a drink.

“Im mark” he shouted over the music.

“Nice meeting you, mark” you replied, taking the drink. Patrón. Not even good tequila. But you sipped it anyway, tilting your head, allowing your eyes to drift to the VIP booth.

Heeseung was watching now.

Finally.

Mark leaned in closer. “You here alone?”

“No” your gaze flicked back to heeseung. He raised his drink to his lips — slow, deliberate. That tiny smirk playing at the corner of his mouth. Not jealous. Amused.

Your jaw tightened.

“My friends are over there” you said, gesturing vaguely “But they are boring tonight”

Mark grinned, clearly misreading “I can be fun”

Doubt it.

Another drink by your hand — something darker, smokier. You didn’t even hear what he’d ordered. You just drank, laughed at his lame jokes, touched his arm like you meant it. All while watching heeseung over mark’s shoulder.

He didn’t move. Same position, same arrogant confidence. But now his head was tilted, watching you perform like it was his favorite show. And then, slowly, he mouthed two words:

“Cute try”

Heat flooded your cheeks. Not embarrassment — fury.

“Another?” Mark offered, holding up two fingers to the bartender.

“Make it a 42” you said, because if you were going to play, you were sure as hell going to play hard. Don Julio 1942, the good shit. The kind of tequila that meant business.

You knocked it back, letting the warm hit your insides. You put down the glass, leaned into mark’s space, and said “Thanks for the drinks, you’re very… generous”

His hand landed on your waist “I can be more than that”

There it is.

But before you could answer, before you could even decide how far to push this, a shadow fell over both of you. Warm. Familiar. Smelling like expensive cologne and sin.

“Baby” Heeseung’s voice was low, smooth, right against your ear. His hand wrapped around your waist from behind, possessive and casual. “You’re being rude, you haven’t introduced me to your friend”

Mark’s hand dropped like he’d been burned.

You turned your head, glared up at heeseung. He was looking down at you with something dark in his eyes — not anger, not jealousy. Certainly.

“She’s fine” Mark said, irritated by the interruption “We were—“

“She’s mine” Heeseung cuts. Not loud. Just final. His grip on your waist tightened. “Thanks for the drinks tho. Real generous of you”

Mark retreated. Smart man.

You shoved heeseung’s chest. “What the fuck??”

He didn’t move. Just looked at you, that annoying smirk still in place “You done playing?”

“I wasn’t playing.”

“Mhm” His thumb traced a circle on your hip, right where the dress ended. “You let him buy you three drinks. You laughed at his jokes, which I can tell weren’t funny. Touched his arm several times” His eyes dropped to your lips “Thought I wouldn’t notice?”

“Obsessed much?”

“Just paying attention” He leaned in, mouth brushing your ear “You wanted me to watch, so i watched. And now Im taking you home to remind you why you don’t need to pull that shit”

Your heart slammed against your ribs. “I don’t need a reminder”

“Yeah?” He pulled back, eyebrows raised “Then why’d you do all of that?”

Fuck.

He was right. You did it because you knew he would notice.

“You’re an asshole” you said.

“And you’re wet” He said it like a fact. “Now lets go”

He didn’t wait for an answer. He just grabbed your hand, pulled you past his friends with a quick “We’re leaving” and towed you toward the exit.

And you went. Because you were turned on, because your body had never learned how to say no to him.

—

By the time he pulled into the parking garage, you were vibrating with a mix of anger and want. You didn’t know which one would win.

He parked. Cut the engine. Turned to look at you.

“You gonna behave?” He asked.

“Go fuck yourself.”

“Wrong answer”

He got out, reached to your side and opened the door, you didn’t move. He leaned down. Unbuckled your seatbelt himself, lifted you out of the car like you weighed nothing.

“Put me the fuck down heeseung!”

“Nah” He carried you to the elevator, pressed the button, pinned you against the wall. His hips pressed against yours, and you could feel him, half hard already — thick through his jeans. “You wanted my attention. You got it.”

The elevator doors opened. He carried you down the hall, fumbled for his keys and kicked the door open.

And then you were inside. His apartment. His territory. His rules.

He let you down just long enough to lock the door. Then his hands were on you, gripping your waist, pushing you backward until your spine hit the wall.

“Lets get one thing straight” He said, voice low. “You can have all the attitude you want out here. In here?” His fingers hooked into the hem of your dress, pulling it up. “You’re mine, and you’re gonna admit it before Im done with you”

“Not a fucking chance”

He smirked. Slow. Dangerous. “We’ll see”

—

He kissed you like he was proving a point. Hard. Deep. Tongue touching yours, teeth grazing yout bottom lip until you gasped. His hands were everywhere — your ass, your tits through the sheer material of your dress, the back of your neck holding you exactly where he wanted you.

You clawed at his shirt, trying to regain some control. He lets you pull it over his head, revealing the lean muscles of his chest. Then he grabbed your wrists, pinning them above your head, breaking the kiss.

“Keep your hands there.”

“Or what?”

He didn’t answer. Just dropped to his knees.

Your breath caught.

He pushed your dress up to your waist, fingers hooked into your panties, pulling them down your legs slow enough to make you shiver. Then he looked up at you, eyes dark, lips parted, and lowered his mouth to your cunt.

No warning. No teasing. Just his tongue glat against your clit, eating you out like he was starving.

“Oh fuck—“ your head smacked the wall. Your hands stayed up because you couldn’t move, couldn’t think, could only feel.

He groaned against you, sending vibrations straight to your spine. His hands gripped your thighs, spreading you wider, holding you open for him. He licked you like he had all night, broad strokes, quick flicks, dipping inside you just to taste.

“You’re so fucking wet.” He murmured against your cunt. “Was it him ? Or was it me?”

“Shut—fuck—shut up—“

He sucked your clit into his mouth, hard, making your knees buckle. He held you up, didn’t stop. Two fingers pushed inside you without warning, curling against that spot that makes you see stars.

“Answer me” he said, pulling back just enough to speak. His fingers kept moving, fingering you slow and deep. “Who made you this wet?”

“You” you gasped “Fuck, heeseung—you—“

“Good girl”

He went back to your clit, and this time he was merciless. His tongue worked your clit while his fingers pumped in and out — curling, spreading, finding every place that made you moan. You were close, so close, your thighs shaking, your hips grinding against his face desperately, chasing your release.

And then he stopped.

“No—no, what the—“

He stood up, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, smirking. “You don’t get to cum yet, pretty”

“I fucking hate you”

“I know” He grabbed your wrist, pulled you toward the bedroom. “You can hate me on your knees”

He sat on the edge of the bed, jeans still on, bulge straining against the zipper. You stood in front of him, dress bunched at your waist, panties gone, wondering how things gout out of your hands.

“On your knees” he said, not a request.

You dropped. Slowly. Staring up at him the whole time.

“Mhm, there she is” he reached down, cupped your chin, stroked his thumb against your bottom lip. “Open”

You turned your head. “Make me”

His eyes flashed. He grabbed a fistful of your hair— not hard enough to hurt, but hard enough to mean it — and guided your mouth to his zipper. “You wanna be a brat? Fine. But you’re gonna suck my dick either way. Your choice how long it takes, baby.”

You glared at him. He raised an eyebrow while smirking.

Fuck.

You unzipped his jeans, pulling him out — and he was so hard, thick, leaking, exactly the size that split you open every time.

You licked the tip, just to be difficult. Then swirled your tongue slow. Watching his jaw clench.

“Fuck—“

You took him deeper. Not all the way yet — just enough to hear him breathe heavier. Your hand wrapped around the base, pumping in time with your mouth, and you set a rhythm that was yours. Slow. Teasing. Pulling back every time he got close to the back of your throat.

“Jesus—” he muttered. His hand tightened in your hair. “You love this, don’t you? Love having your mouth full of me”

You hummed in response — and the vibration made his hips jerk.

“That’s it.” He started guiding your head, setting a faster pace. “Take it. All of it.”

You let him guide you. Relaxed your throat, allow him to push deeper, tears streamed down your cheeks. You gagged once, twice — and he groaned like it was the best sound he’d ever heard.

“Look at me”

You looked up. Eyes red. Mascara smudged, his cock in your mouth. His gaze went down to you, looking at you like you were something precious and filthy.

“Good fucking girl.” He breathed. “Now swallow”

He came right down your throat, before you could ever decide whether to obey. Hot. Thick. Pulsing. You swallowed, because you had no choice, because his hand held you there, because your body obeyed him even when your brain screamed.

He pulled out slowly, wiping your chin with his thumb — kissing you. Deep. Dirty. Tasting yourself and him mixed together.

“On the bed” He said. “Face down. Ass up.”

—

You crawled onto the bed, legs barely holding you. Positioned yourself like he wanted, cheek against the sheets, hips tilted, ass in the air.

He didn’t make you wait.

You felt him climbing behind you — head of his cock pressed against your entrance, still slick from your mouth. He teased you, just the tip, just enough to make you push back.

“Beg”

“No?”

He pushed in. All the way. One slow brutal thrust that filled you so completely you couldn’t breathe.

“Heeseung—“

“Thats not begging” He pulled out — slammed back in. “Thats my name. Try again”

Your fingers twisted in the sheets. He was so deep in you, hitting places that made your vision blur. Each thrust punched a sound out of you — whimpers, moans, words you didn’t even mean so say.

“Please—“

“Please what?”

“Please heeseung—fuck me harder—”

He laughed. Actually laughed. Then grabbed your hips and did exactly what you asked him to.

The sound— skin slapping, your moans, his grunts, filled the room. He fucked you like he owned you.

“Fuck, Im gonna—Im gonna cum—“

“Not yet.”

He pulled out. You sobbed.

He flipped you over. Settled between your legs, pushed your knees up to your chest — and slid back inside you in one motion. This position was worse, or better, because you had to look at him. Had to see his annoying face, his dark eyes, his sweaty hair falling perfectly into his forehead.

“You wanted to piss me off tonight” he said, thrusting slow and deep. “Thought some random dude could make me jealous”

You tried to glare, but your eyes kept rolling back. “It worked.”

“It didn’t” He leaned down, lips brushing yours. “Because I know you. I know this body.” His hand slid down, thumb finding your clit. “I know exactly how to make you fall apart”

He pressed down on your clit in tight circles — and your back arched off the bed.

“I know you cum the fastest when Im deep like this.” He thrust harder.

“Heeseung—“

“I know your body better than you do.” His pace quickened. “And I know how to do you right.”

You were so close. So fucking close. But he slowed down again — cruel, deliberate,ade you wanna kill him.

“Say it” he said “Say your body belongs to me.”

“No—“

He stopped moving.

Completely.

You could feel him inside you, thick and unmoving. Your hip buckled, trying to get friction, but he held you down with one hand on your pelvis.

“Say it.” He repeated. “Or we stop. Right now”

“You wouldn’t.”

“Oh, try me.”

You stared at him. He stared back. And you knew in your bones, in your soaked cunt, in your racing heart, that he meant it. He’d pull out, walk away, leave you aching.

“You’re such an asshole.” You whispered.

“I know” He kissed your forehead — soft and tender. Completely at odds with the sick buried deep inside you. “Now say it.”

Your pride burned. But your body burned hotter.

“Yours” you gasped “My body—it’s yours, heeseung, please just move—”

He smirked. And then he moved.

He fucked you good through three orgasms. The first one hit when he started moving again—hard, fast, his thumb circling on your clit. You screamed—clamped down around him, and he didn’t slow don. The second one came when you were still shaking from the first. So intense—your vision went black at the edges. You tried to push him away, but he pinned your wrists above your head.

“Don’t.” He growled “You started this. You finish it.”

The third one was different. Slower. Deeper. He pulled you up so you were sitting in his lap—facing him, arms around his neck. He held you close, buried his face in your shoulder, and fucked you—rolling his hips making your toes curl.

“Cum for me one more time” he whispered against your skin. “Then I’ll come inside you. And we’re done.”

You couldn’t. You had nothing left. You were overstimulated, oversensitive, every nerve in you ending raw.

And then he bit your shoulder—just hard enough, and you shattered.

He followed right after—groaning your name, filling you up, holding you so tightly.

—

You collapsed together. Sweaty bodies, heavy breaths. Your body hummed, you couldn’t feel your legs.

Heeseung pulled out gently—and disappeared for moment. Came back with a warm washcloth, cleaned you up like it was nothing. Like you hadn’t just try to destroy each other.

Then he climbed back into the bed and pulled you against his chest.

“I hate you.” You mumbled against his chest.

“I know damn well” he kissed the top of your head.

—

A minute passed. Maybe ten. You were drifting , half asleep, completely wrecked.

Then he spoke again. Voice soft and smug.

“Next time you want my attention, just say so”

You punched his chest lightly. He laughed. Warm and bright. Holding you tighter.

Guess your little show worked after all.