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hiii, i just read "good boy" earlier and sub!jake can't go wrong. but have you ever thought of switch!jay? so hear me out. one night when husband!jay and wife!reader are having a steamy make-out session, she is trying to test something out. she has been noticing some things about her husband. the way his eyes look so big while staring at her, his eagerness to help you, or the way his breath catches when you say "what a good husband you are, baby." she climbs on his lap and grab his nape before whispering "this is what you want after pleasing me hmm? want me to thank you and give you what you want?"
Synopsis: Jay being the perfect husband, at all times.
Pairings: Husband!Jay x Wife!reader - switch!jay x switch!reader
Warnings: SMUT MINORS DNI, little bit fluff, established relationship, p in v, unprotected sex (not for you idiot), masturbation (m), oral (m recieiving), cockwarming, grinding, cock riding, cowgirl position, pets names, idk what more.
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note: English isn't my first language, so if you find any mistakes I apologize, hehe, and I also welcome any corrections or tips from you.If by some chance you're here and you speak Spanish, let me tell you that I do too, hehe, and that the Spanish version is available here.
Jay was the kind of husband who loved to adore and pamper his beautiful wife. He considered her smile and sparkling eyes the most precious treasure he had ever been blessed to find. Little details transformed their dynamic into something unique and heartwarming, like when Jay waited for her every single day without fail outside her office so they could walk home together, not minding the wait for hours if necessary. Or when she helped him style his hair in the mornings before work, just because he loved having her do his hair. Or when they argued over who would make lunch and ended up making a trade: "You can make mine, but only if you let me cook for you too." Even the fact that every Saturday was a different date, and Jay always gave her three hours' notice because he knew his wife took forever to choose a dress. Dresses that, by the way, he always bought for her.
"Look, love, you don't have this color, do you?" Jay pointed to the mannequin behind the counter of a store in the mall. "It's pretty, yes⦠But I already have so many dresses, Jay⦠I haven't been able to wear them all yet" she murmured with a soft laugh. Jay, taking her hand, pulled her into the store. "Then I'll have to take you out to dinner more often, darling."
"Darling, I've told you I can buy my own things too. You don't always have to buy me everything, or carry my bags." His wife tried to take one of her bags from his hands, where she kept a new pair of heels for the office. Jay hid it behind his back, lowering his head to his wife's level and kissing her. "I exist to please you in everything, love."
"Fine, you win⦠You always win. You have to let me please you too." Jay stopped abruptly for a moment halfway home, and she turned to look at him. "Did something happen?" Jay shook his head. "No, nothing, my love. Shall we go home? I'm starving, and we've had a bottle of wine waiting in the kitchen for days."
On the way home, she kept talking about the little tidbits of gossip circulating among her colleagues. Jay, with one hand caressing her thigh through her pants, drove with the other, keeping his eyes on the road while paying close attention to what his wife was saying.
"Actually, yesterday Yunah asked me for advice about marriage and how to be a good wife. Kind of funny, really" she commented with a slight laugh.
"Oh yeah? And why is that?" Jay replied.
"I told her that you're actually the one who takes really good care of me, that you're always the one in charge. And that, while we both divide the expenses and household chores, at some point you always end up contributing more."
"Because it's my duty. I would fail as a husband if my wife had to do everything alone. I couldn't allow that" Jay answered, looking at her tenderly for a moment as the traffic light turned red.
"Sunghoon keeps teasing me, saying you have me under your thumb. I think he's just jealous that my wife loves and cares for me as much as I do for her" Jay countered with a smirk.
"Jongseong, your office seems to be more mine than yours, I'm everywhere!" she laughed, remembering the huge number of photos of them togetherāand of her aloneāthat decorated his desk and the surrounding area.
"Don't forget the necklace" Jay pointed to the necklace with his wife's initial, "and our rings."
"Or the times I've gone to bring you lunch because you forgot to put it in your bag."
"Maybe I pretend to forget sometimes just to see your angelic face around, because I miss you every second I breathe."
"Oh my God. I love you with all my heart, you're a great husband. I'll never regret marrying you, Jong."
"I love you too, with all my body and soul. I'd sell it to the devil just to see you happy." Jay took her hand, kissing her knuckles.
ā¦
Jay was cooking that nightālike almost every night. He always insisted, and she couldn't refuse when her husband looked at her with wide, bright eyes, almost sparkling with glitter and hearts. With a slight pout on his lips, heād plead. "Please, love, let me pamper you." He won, again.
While Jay chopped the vegetables, she would occasionally approach him with a glass of wine, offering him a sip. Jay would drink from the glass and, seconds after swallowing, kiss her, their flavors mingling.
After dinner, Jay took an ice cream cake from the refrigerator. His wife's favorite. "Oh! How did you get it? I thought they were sold out" she exclaimed enthusiastically, getting up to get the dessert utensils.
"I simply spoke to the owner of the bakery and mentioned that I have a wife who's a huge fan of this cake, and that she'd been sad for weeks because she couldn't get it."
āI wasnāt sad, Jayā she replied, reaching for the silverware from the cupboard before he could.
āWell, a few little white lies. And a few extra bills, so theyād make this cake just for youā Jay responded, pulling her close by the waist to kiss her.
āWhat a good husband you are, baby.ā She could feel him tense slightly in her grip and noticed his eyes darkening with intensity; he wanted something, and she was trying to figure out what. She gripped the back of Jayās neck, lifting her heels off the floor to reach his face on tiptoe and kiss him more deeply, with greater desire. Smiling mid-kiss as her husband leaned back in the dining room chair, she climbed onto his lap, continuing to kiss him and occasionally nibbling his lower lip until the need for air forced them to separate.
Jay, his lips swollen and slightly stained with the remnants of his wife's lipstick, his eyes now wide with dilated pupils, gently massaged her thigh, his fingers tracing the contours of her skin.
"What if we have a different kind of dessert?" she murmured.
He smiled mischievously, lifting her up to help them both stand as they headed towards the bedroom.
Once they were both lying on the bed, her legs still entwined around her husband's hips, she continued kissing him, holding his head by the nape of his neck and caressing his cheek. She began a brief movement of her hips, feeling his erection through his jeans. She smiled, pulling back slightly.
"Let me please you, love. Please, stop being the bossy husband for a moment..." She kissed his jaw and cheek, feeling his warm hands caress her lower back, guiding her closer against him. She took hold of the hem of his shirt and pulled it off, revealing his bare torso. Smiling, she bit her lower lip and traced his defined abs with the tips of her long nails before kissing his chest.
She lowered her hands to his pants, unbuttoned them, and lowered the zipper, observing the large bulge still hidden beneath his underwear. She slipped a hand inside, gripping him completely and applying a bit of pressure. Jay let out a ragged gasp.
Then she spoke against his lips. "Is this what you want after pleasing me all day, huh? You want me to thank you by giving you what you want?"
Jay nodded, suppressing a groan as his wife stroked him again, massaging him up and down.
"I didn't hear you, love" she said, looking at him with feigned innocence.
Jay gripped her waist tightly and kissed her roughly. "Just do whatever you want to me, princess. I belong to you completely" Jay replied, kissing her fiercely, desperate for her warmth.
"I have the best husband in the world. Don't I? You're the best in the universe, and you deserve an award for it."
She continued stroking him, maintaining eye contact so intense it could burn right through them. Jay gasped beneath her touch, his cheekbones slightly flushed, biting his lower lip hard each time his wife applied pressure to the sensitive tip of his cock.
She released her grip and moved down, exchanging her fingers for the warmth of her mouth. She licked from base to tip, teasing him with small circles of her tongue, which sent Jay into a spasm followed by a loud groan. Smiling contentedly, she took him as far down her throat as it would go. Jay threw his head back, feeling the heat spread across his face. Suppressing the urge to push his wife's head down further, he decided to let her control the pace. She maintained a moderate speed, pausing precisely at the tip for extended periods. She knew perfectly well that it completely melted her husband when she sucked him right there.
"Ooh⦠Mgh⦠Honey⦠God" he moaned, his lips unconsciously pouting, trying to suppress the growing urge to come right then. He needed to last a little longer. "Princess, if you keep this up I'm going to⦠Fuck, shitā¦"
She pulled his member from her mouth, understanding that he was very close, and decided she would let him ejaculate inside her. "Okay, pants off, Jongseong" she demanded as she removed her own clothes, remaining in her matching lingerie set.
Fuck, Jay swore he would die right there. His wife was more than ready for that night. He finished undressing just as she pushed him down onto the mattress, leaving him completely under her control. She climbed onto his lap, observing him from above. He looks so cute, she thought, while Jay felt like he was falling in love all over again, as if a new part of his brain had just been electrified by the sexiest and most beautiful woman in the universe.
She pulled her panties aside, guiding his dick to her entrance with one hand, and slowly lowered herself until he was completely inside her. They both gasped. "You love it when I'm on top, don't you, baby?"
"Oh yes⦠of course I do, love⦠show me what a good wife you are by riding me. Make me yours."
She began with a gentle, circular movement of her hips, first to one side, then to the other. She rocked forward and backward, Jay gently holding her waist to ground her against his own overwhelming urges. Then she pushed herself up onto her knees on the sheets, riding her husband's cock. At first, she was slow, but she gradually increased the speed and force with which she bounced on his length, driven by the need to feel him deep inside, striking and pounding that exact spot, making them both see stars.
"Aah⦠Y-yes, like that, love, take it like that, just⦠like that" Jay moaned. There was nothing more exciting than hearing her husband moan and completely losing herself in the moment. She bounced faster, feeling her own thighs tremble as her orgasm neared.
Her husband's stomach spasmed, and then he pulled her from behind, guiding her body against his, chest to chest. Jay took control, lifting his hips to thrust deeper inside his wife, kissing her collarbones as she let out breathless moans. He took the opportunity to unhook the bra she was still wearing, tossing it to the floor.
She sat up again, this time supporting herself with her feet flat on the bed and her knees up, both of them sharing control of the rhythm. Jay firmly caressed one of her breasts while his other hand maintained its grip on her waist.
The orgasm didn't hit him until his wife suddenly slapped him. He was stunned for a second, slowing down without stopping; he looked at her with wide eyes, but it didn't take half a second for that haze of pleasure to take over again. Then his climax hit. That knot in his stomach dissolving directly into his cock, spilling abruptly inside her as he yelled her name.
"Shit, what was that?" he murmured, trying to form coherent words.
She smiled. "I don't know, it just slipped out. You look so hot with your pink cheeks and your furrowed brow beneath me."
Jay took her chin in his hand, pulling her down to kiss her sweetly. "It turned me on so fucking much. God, you made me come with just one slap. I need you to do it again" he murmured against her skin as he trailed wet kisses down to his wife's eager breasts. "You know exactly which buttons to push with me, my lady. Damn, what did you do to me? I'm addicted to you"
She sighed, feeling a fresh wave of wetness as her husband looked up at her from between her breasts. His eyes were glassy, filled with uncontrollable desire, his cheeks flushed and his forehead sweaty. So sweet, she thought.
"And you know exactly how to turn me on" she replied with a breathless laugh.
āNow itās my turn to show you why Iām the one in charge in this relationshipā Jay smiled, cupping his wifeās cheeks and kissing her face all over, guiding her body onto the mattress until she was beneath him. Locked in a tight embrace, Jay thrust his cock back inside her. They both moaned into each other's mouths, losing themselves in the kiss.
āOh God! Yes! Thatās my husband... so perfectā
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Sinopsis: Jay siendo el esposo perfecto, en todo momento.
DinƔmica: Husband!Jay x Wife!reader - switch!jay x switch!reader
Warnings: SMUT - MENORES NO INTERACTUAR. Un poco de Fluff, Relación establecida, p en v, sexo sin protección (no recomendado), masturbación (m), sexo oral (m recibiendo), calentamiento del pene, montar el pene, posición vaquera, elogios y nombres cariñosos, cachetazos.
CANTIDAD DE PALABRAS: 2,3K
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Jay se detuvo en seco por un momento a medio camino, ella volteó a verlo. āĀæSucedió algo? ā Jay negó con la cabeza. ā No, nada mi amor, Āævamos a casa? Muero de hambre y tenemos un vino esperando en la cocina hace varios dĆas.
Durante el viaje de regreso a casa, ella no paraba de hablar sobre los pequeƱos chismes entre sus compaƱeras de oficina. Jay, acariciando con una mano su muslo cubierto por un pantalón y con la otra manejando sin perder de vista la carretera, pero tampoco ignorando lo que su esposa decĆa.
ā Porque es mi deber. Fallaria como esposo si mi mujer tiene que hacer todo sola. No podrĆa permitĆrmelo. ā Contestó Jay mirĆ”ndola tiernamente por un momento mientras el semĆ”foro se encontraba en rojo. ā Sunghoon no deja de molestarme diciendo que me tienes controlado. Creo que solo siente envidia de que mi mujer me ame y me cuide tanto como yo a ella.
ā Jongseong, es que tu oficina parece ser mĆa mĆ”s que tuya, Ā”estoy por todas partes! ā Se rio ella de solo recordar las grandes cantidades de fotos juntos (y de ella sola) que decoraban el escritorio y los alrededores de la oficina de su pareja. ā No te olvides del collar ā SeƱaló Jay desde su cuello el collar con la inicial del nombre de su esposa, ā y nuestros anillos.
ā Tampoco de las veces que he ido a llevarte el almuerzo porque olvidabas guardarlo en tu bolso.
ā Puede que a veces finja olvidarlo solo para ver tu angelical rostro alrededor mĆo, porque te extraƱo cada segundo que respiro.
ā Bueno, pequeƱas mentiras. Y unos cuantos billetes de mĆ”s, para que hiciera este pastel Ćŗnicamente para ti. ā Respondió Jay, sujetĆ”ndola por la cintura para besarla.
Jay asintió, reprimiendo un gemido en el camino cuando su esposa presiono nuevamente su pene y masajeo de arriba hacia abajo. ā No te escuche, amor. ā Mencionó su esposa, mirĆ”ndolo con ojos de falsa inocencia. Jay, apretando fuerte su cintura y la besó rudo. ā Solo, hazme lo que quieras princesa, te pertenezco totalmente. ā Contesto Jay besĆ”ndola ferozmente, desesperado por su calor.
ā Tengo al mejor esposo del mundo. ĀæNo es asĆ? Eres es mejor del universo y mereces un premio por ello.
Ella apartó sus bragas a un lado, alineando con una mano el pene de su esposo a su entrada, sentĆ”ndose lentamente hasta que el mismo desapareció por completo en su interior, ambos jadearon. ā Te encanta que este arriba de ti, Āæno es asĆ amor?
Ella sintió su coƱo humedecerse cuando su esposo la miro desde abajo, entre sus dos pechos, con esos ojos llorosos y llenos de deseo incontrolable junto a sus mejillas sonrojadas y su frente sudada. Toda una ternura. Ā ā Y tu sabes a la perfección como ponerme caliente.
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synopsis : living next door to lee heeseung has always been a nightmare loud, cocky, and impossible to ignore until one reckless night at a party leaves you waking up in his bed and running before it can mean anything you try to forget it ever happened, until two lines change everything, and suddenly the one person you canāt stand is the one you canāt escape.
pairing : basketball captain heeseung x neighbourf!reader
trope : accidental pregnancy + forced proximity
word count : 19.6k
warnings : heeseung is a an absolute asshole, accidental pregnancy, alot panic and guilt, abortion / termination discussion, fear of the future, alcohol use, one night stand, dirty talking, cursing, foreplay, dry humping, oral, drunk sex ( consent is present ) , unprotected sex, mild degradation, hair pulling, creampie
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The bass from the apartment next door was so loud it made your pencil roll off the desk for the third time tonight thump thump thump. Each beat vibrated through the thin wall like it was personally trying to ruin your life.
You stared at the half finished notes in front of you, frustration bubbling hot in your chest. Midterms were in two weeks. Two weeks and Lee Heeseung, the campus golden boy, basketball captain, and your personal nightmare of a neighbor was throwing another one of his legendary parties like tomorrow didnāt exist.
This was the nth time. The nth damn time since youād moved in six months ago. With a sharp exhale, you shoved your chair back and stormed out of your apartment, not even bothering to change out of your oversized hoodie and sweatpants. The hallway reeked of spilled beer and expensive cologne.
You could already hear the chaos before you even reached his door. Laughter, glasses clinking, some girlās high pitched giggle cutting through the music.
You banged on the door harder than necessary. It took a few seconds before someone inside yelled over the noise, āYoo Heeseung! Someoneās banging at your front door!āThe door finally swung open.
Heeseung stood there in all his infuriating glory tall, broad shouldered, black hair slightly tousled like heād been running his hands through it. His button up was half undone, revealing a silver chain that rested on his collarbones and a glimpse of toned chest. Behind him, the party pulsed with red solo cups, dim lights, and at least half the basketball team.
A pretty girl with long hair and a tight dress was pressed close to his side, her hand resting possessively on his arm. Heād clearly been in the middle of charming her into his bed by the end of the night.
The second his dark eyes landed on you, that signature cocky smirk curved his lips.āHi, miss morals,ā he drawled, voice low and teasing, like heād been waiting for this exact interruption.
You rolled your eyes so hard it was a miracle they didnāt get stuck. āCan you turn it down? The music is too loud.ā
Heeseung didnāt move. Instead, he leaned one shoulder against the doorframe, crossing his arms in a way that made his biceps strain against the fabric of his shirt. The girl behind him shifted, clearly annoyed at the sudden attention shift, but Heeseung didnāt spare her a glance now.
āMiss morals strikes again,ā he laughed, the sound rich and mocking. It sent an unwelcome spark of irritation down your spine. āWhatās the problem this time, neighbor? Come to bless us with your righteous presence?ā
āIām serious, Heeseung,ā you said, voice sharp as you folded your arms tightly across your chest. āNot everyone has the pleasure of partying all night. Others have to actually study to pass their exams whereas others can just have daddy pay for everything when they fuck up.āThe words hung in the air between you.
Heeseungās smirk faltered instantly. His jaw tightened, and he sucked in a sharp breath through his teeth. For a split second, something raw annoyance, maybe even hurt flashed across his face before he quickly shoved it back into that indifferent mask. His eyes darkened, the playful glint gone.
āWhatever,ā he muttered, voice suddenly flat and cold. āIāll lower the volume.āHe said, āThank you,ā you replied curtly, refusing to let the small victory show on your face even though your heart was hammering.
Heeseung didnāt say anything else. He simply stepped back and shut the door right in your face with a firm click that echoed down the empty hallway.
You stood there for a moment, staring at the closed wooden door, fists clenched at your sides. The music inside dropped almost immediately, not completely off, but low enough that you could finally breathe. Muffled laughter and voices still filtered through, but at least your walls wouldnāt shake anymore.
āAsshole,ā you whispered under your breath, turning on your heel and heading back to your apartment.As you closed your own door behind you, you leaned against it for a second, eyes closed. Why did he always have to make everything so difficult? Why did one look from him always manage to crawl under your skin like this?
You shook your head, forcing the thoughts away. Back to studying. Back to pretending Lee Heeseung didnāt exist. But deep down, you already knew tonightās silence between you two had just gotten a little louder.
You were halfway through rewriting your notes when your phone buzzed on the desk, the screen lighting up with a new message.
yunjin : you know sunghoon righttt? heās throwing a massive party after midterms and he personally invited me. pleeease come with me?? i donāt wanna go alone š„ŗ
You stared at the text, already feeling the familiar dread settle in your stomach. Another party of course. You typed back quickly
you : No thanks im good have fun tho
The two dots appeared immediately.
yunjin : babe come onnnn
yunjin : itās after midterms!! you deserve to relax
yunjin : sunghoonās parties are actually fun i swear
yunjin : thereāll be good music, free drinks, and i heard the basketball team is coming too š
You groaned, rubbing your temples. The last thing you wanted was to be anywhere near the basketball team especially not after tonightās lovely encounter with their captain.
you : exactly why Iām not going pass
yunjin : please please please i really like sunghoon and this could be my chance
yunjin : iāll owe you big time iāll even help you study for the next round of exams iāll buy you that expensive matcha you like for a month!!
You leaned back in your chair, biting your lip. Yunjin was relentless when she wanted something. And honestly she had been there for you through every late night breakdown this semester. Saying no felt a little cruel the pleading texts kept coming
yunjin : i wonāt leave your side the whole night ( she is lying )
yunjin : we can leave early if you hate it , pretty please with cherries on top?? š„ŗš
You sighed deeply, already knowing you were about to lose this battle.
you : fine, ONE HOUR thatās it if it sucks, weāre out.
yunjin : YESSSSS!!! youāre the best i love you so much
yunjin : we can dress up together at my place okay , see you tomorrow <33
You tossed your phone onto the desk and dropped your head into your hands. Great, just what you needed. Another night surrounded by loud music, drunk athletes, and the very real possibility of running into the Lee Heeseung again.
You glanced at the wall that separated your apartment from his. The music was still playing faintly, but at least it was bearable now. Just one party, you could survive one party right?
The next morning, the art history lecture hall was already filling up with the usual mix of sleepy students and last minute crammers when you slipped into your regular seat in the middle row.
The faint scent of fresh coffee and old books lingered in the air. Yunjin dropped dramatically into the chair on your right, her long hair still slightly damp from her morning shower, eyes bright with far too much excitement for a 9 am class.
On your left, Soobin settled in quietly, tall frame folding gracefully into the seat. He placed his neatly organized notebook on the desk and pulled out a perfectly sharpened pencil, offering you a soft, reassuring smile.
Soobin was always like this calm, steady, the kind of friend who showed up without making a fuss. He was the complete opposite of the loud, chaotic energy that seemed to follow Heeseung everywhere.
Yunjin, however, was already completely distracted. She was leaning forward, chin resting on her hand, openly staring toward the front rows where Sunghoon sat chatting with a couple of friends. Her gaze was soft and dreamy, a tiny smile tugging at her lips every time he laughed at something.
You nudged her arm with your elbow, voice low and teasing. āYouāre oogling him again itās getting embarrassing at this point.āYunjin didnāt even pretend to deny it. āIām not oogling, im appreciating art,ā she whispered back, still not tearing her eyes away. āLook at him heās literally perfect.ā
Soobin let out a quiet chuckle beside you, shaking his head as he flipped open his notebook. āSure āappreciatingā thatās why half your notes from last week were just little hearts around his name.ā He teased her, to which she replied,
āTraitor,ā Yunjin hissed playfully, finally glancing at both of you as her cheeks flushed pink. āYou two are supposed to be on my side.āThe light banter continued until Soobin turned to you, lowering his voice a little. āHey, I heard there was a party at Heeseungās last night, did you survive the noise?ā
You let out a long, dramatic groan and slumped back in your seat, the memory of last nightās confrontation still fresh and irritating. āBarely. That idiot had the music blasting so loud my textbooks were literally vibrating on the desk. I had to march over there in my hoodie and sweatpants like some angry neighbor from a sitcom again.ā
Soobin listened attentively, his expression patient and sympathetic. He never interrupted your rants or told you to just ignore it. He just nodded along, dark eyes focused on you, making you feel genuinely heard.
It was one of the many reasons you treasured his friendship he was thoughtful, kind, and never loud or arrogant for the sake of it. The polar opposite of Heeseung.
āAnd of course he answered the door half dressed with some girl hanging off his arm like a trophy,ā you continued, voice dripping with annoyance. āCalled me āmiss moralsā like itās the funniest joke in the world.
Then when I pointed out that not everyone has a rich daddy to bail them out when they party instead of studying, he got all pissy, sucked in this dramatic breath, and slammed the door right in my face. Heās such an entitled asshole.ā
Soobin hummed softly, a small frown creasing his brow. āThat sounds exhausting, you shouldāve texted me you know, i couldāve come over with snacks and we couldāve studied together instead of dealing with his nonsense alone.ā
You smiled faintly at the offer, warmth cutting through the irritation. āNext time, maybe at least someone in this building has basic human decency.ā
Yunjin finally tore her gaze away from Sunghoon long enough to grin at you. āHeeseungās just bored and likes getting a rise out of you if you stopped reacting, heād probably get bored and stop.ā
āEasy for you to say,ā you muttered, crossing your arms. āYou donāt have to live next door to the human equivalent of a walking migraine.āThe professor walked in moments later, cutting off any further complaints.
The next hour passed in a blur of projected slides on Renaissance techniques, quiet note taking, and the occasional whispered comment from Yunjin whenever Sunghoon shifted in his seat.
When class finally ended, the three of you packed up your things and joined the stream of students flowing out into the crowded hallway. The air was filled with chatter about upcoming midterms, weekend plans, and the usual campus gossip.
As you walked side by side, Yunjin suddenly looped her arm through yours, her excitement bubbling over again. āSo, about Sunghoonās party after midterms youāre definitely coming, right? And Soobin you should come too! Itāll be so much more fun with all three of us there.ā
Soobin blinked, surprised, his eyebrows raising slightly. āWait youāre actually going?ā He looked at you, genuinely shocked. āI thought you hated parties, especially ones thrown by the popular crowd.ā
You shrugged, already regretting your decision a little. āYunjin begged a lot and guilt tripped me with matcha promises. One hour max, if it sucks, Iām dragging her out.ā
Yunjin squealed happily and squeezed your arm. āSee? Sheās coming! So you have to come too, Soobinn please?āBefore Soobin could respond, a familiar voice cut through the hallway noise from behind you.
āCanāt imagine miss morals at a party but Iām looking forward to seeing you there.ā Your stomach dropped, you didnāt even have to turn around to know who it was.
Heeseung was leaning casually against a set of lockers a few feet away, arms crossed over his varsity jacket, that signature cocky smirk playing on his lips. He must have overheard the entire conversation.
His dark eyes locked onto yours with clear amusement, like he lived for these moments of catching you off guard.
You rolled your eyes so hard it almost hurt, refusing to give him the satisfaction of a verbal response. Heat crept up your neck partly from annoyance, partly from the embarrassment of him hearing your plans.
Yunjin stifled a laugh beside you while Soobin just shook his head quietly, a small, amused smile tugging at his mouth.
Heeseungās low chuckle followed you as the three of you kept walking, but you kept your gaze fixed straight ahead, jaw tight. God, you really, really hated that guy.Midterms week stretched into a brutal two week marathon, and as an art curator major, you felt every single hour of it in your bones.
Your apartment had become a war zone of curated chaos towering stacks of books on museum exhibition design, printed slides from Art Conservation and Curatorial Practices, mood boards pinned to the wall for your upcoming gallery proposal project, and color coded flashcards scattered across every surface.
Late nights blurred into early mornings as you hunched over your laptop, drafting proposals for hypothetical exhibits while trying to memorize the intricate history of 19th century European collections. Sleep was a distant dream. Caffeine was your only reliable companion.
And then there was Heeseung.
He didnāt blast music or bring girls over every single night that would have been almost predictable. No, he was crueler than that. He chose random days, like he knew exactly how to keep you off balance, turning your already exhausting study schedule into a minefield of unwanted interruptions.
The first time hit on the second night of midterms. You were deep into analyzing a case study on museum ethics when the wall behind your desk started to vibrate faintly. At first it was just low music.
Then came the giggles two distinct female voices, breathy and flirtatious. Heeseungās deep laugh cut through it all, followed by the unmistakable sound of bodies moving against furniture.
āFuck, Heeseung youāre so good at this,ā one of the girls moaned loudly, the words carrying crystal clear through the thin shared wall. The headboard started thumping a slow, steady rhythm against your wall rhythmic, insistent, growing faster.
You could hear the wet slap of skin, her exaggerated gasps turning into full throated cries every time he thrust.You yanked your noise canceling headphones on so hard the band dug into your temples, cranking the volume until classical music drowned most of it out.
But you could still feel it, the steady bang bang bang vibrating through your desk, through your chair, through your skull. Your cheeks burned with secondhand embarrassment and pure rage.
'Of course heās fucking some random girl while Iām trying to memorize the difference between Baroque and Rococo curation techniques.' You thought bitterly, stabbing your highlighter across the page. Must be nice to have zero responsibilities except basketball and dick appointments.
It stopped around 2 a.m., but the damage was done. You only managed three hours of sleep before your 8 a.m. lecture.
The next morning, you were running on pure spite and too much coffee when you caught Heeseung in the hallway just as he was stepping out of his apartment. He looked annoyingly fresh ā hair still damp from a shower, varsity jacket slung over one shoulder, that perpetual cocky smirk already in place.
You stopped right in front of him, arms crossed tightly. āKeep it down next time,ā you said flatly, voice low but sharp. āSome of us are actually trying to pass our midterms instead of auditioning for porn.ā
Heeseung raised an eyebrow, clearly amused. āAw, miss morals heard everything? Didnāt know you were such a light sleeper.ā You glared at him, heat rising to your cheeks. āJust tone it down, the headboard banging is ridiculous.ā
He chuckled lowly, the sound sending another spike of irritation through you. āNoted.ā Then he leaned in slightly, voice dropping. āThough from the sounds of it last night, she seemed to enjoy the banging.ā
You rolled your eyes and walked away without another word, his soft laugh following you down the hall.The next disruption came four days later. A random Thursday when you had a massive group project due on modern curatorial strategies.
Youād just settled in with your laptop open to a half finished exhibition proposal when his door slammed open down the hall. One girl this time, but she was even louder.
The moment they got inside, the sounds started again her high pitched whimpers, Heeseungās low, cocky murmurs āYeah? You like that? Tell me how much you want itā followed by the unmistakable wet sounds of them going at it on what sounded like his couch first, then migrating to the bed.
The headboard slammed against the wall so hard your framed print of Van Goghās Starry Night rattled. Her moans turned into broken sobs of pleasure, each one punctuated by Heeseungās grunts and the filthy slap of bodies. āHarder fuck, right there, Heeseung donāt stopāā
You ended up studying in your bed instead, laptop balanced on your knees, pillows stacked around you like a fortress. Headphones on full blast. Still, every thrust made the wall tremble.
Every moan crawled under your skin and made focusing on your notes feel impossible. By the time they finally finished (or at least quieted down) around midnight, your eyes were burning and your proposal was only half done.
You hated how your body reacted sometimes not with attraction, but with pure, simmering resentment that made your stomach twist.That same night, after the noises finally stopped, you grabbed your phone in a fit of exhausted anger and texted him.
you : keep the noise down, some people are trying to study for actual grades, not coast on basketball talent and daddyās money
His reply came faster than you expected. A picture popped up first. A close up selfie of Heeseung lying in bed, shirtless, messy hair, lazy smirk on his face, with the caption
heeseung : sorry, miss morals hard to stay quiet when they scream my name like that
heeseung : next time iāll try to fuck quieter or maybe you can just join and tell me how to do it right?
You stared at the message, face flaming with a mix of rage and disbelief. You immediately blocked the image from your mind ( and definitely did not linger on the way his abs looked in the dim lighting ) before typing back a single furious reply
you : delete my number, asshole
The worst random night came during the final stretch, just three days before your last exams.
You were pulling an all nighter on your capstone project a full digital mock up of a contemporary art exhibit youād spent weeks perfecting when the noises started again around 11 p.m. This time it was two girls.
Their laughter spilled into the hallway first, then straight through your wall. Heeseungās voice was low and teasing, the kind of filthy charm that probably worked on every girl on campus.
Soon the bed was creaking loudly, headboard banging in a frantic rhythm while both girls moaned in tandem one breathy and high, the other deeper and more desperate.
āHeeseung oh god, yes fuck me like thatāā mixed with wet, obscene sounds that left zero doubt about exactly what was happening next door. The wall vibrated so intensely your coffee mug slid an inch across the desk.
You sat there in your oversized hoodie and sweatpants, staring at your glowing screen, jaw clenched so tight it ached. Every moan, every dirty encouragement from Heeseung, every rhythmic thud felt like a personal attack on the one thing you actually cared about your future.
Your grades, your dream of curating real exhibitions someday. While Iām over here trying not to fail out of the only thing Iām good at, you thought, fingers flying angrily across the keyboard, heās over there living his best life with a rotating cast of girls screaming his name.
You wore the headphones until your ears rang. You even tried white noise apps, earplugs underneath nothing fully blocked it. The sex noises went on for nearly two hours that night, loud and shameless, until they finally quieted around 1:30 a.m.
By the end of the two weeks, you were running on fumes dark circles under your eyes, caffeine shakes in your hands, and a permanent knot of irritation lodged in your chest whenever you passed his door.
The random nights had been spaced out just enough to feel like psychological warfare instead of constant chaos.Heeseung never once toned it down. Never once seemed to care that someone on the other side of the wall was actually trying to build a future that didnāt involve daddyās money or NBA scouts.
When Friday morning finally arrived and your last exam was over, you dragged yourself back to the apartment building, shoulders heavy with exhaustion. The hallway was quiet for once. Heeseungās door looked innocently closed.
You unlocked your own door, stepped inside, and immediately collapsed face first onto your bed, still in your clothes midterms were done.But the resentment toward the boy next door had only grown sharper and Sunghoonās party was tonight. You groaned into your pillow one hour in and out. Just donāt kill Heeseung on sight.
You took the quickest shower of your life, and changed into the first comfortable outfit you could findāa simple black crop top that showed just a sliver of your midriff and your favorite pair of dark jeansācomfortable, practical, safe.
You texted Yunjin that you were ready to head over to her place to āget ready together,ā secretly hoping she wouldnāt make a big deal out of your clothesābig mistake. Yunjinās apartment was only two blocks away, and the second you stepped inside, she took one look at you and gasped like you had personally offended her.
āNo no absolutely not,ā she declared, hands on her hips, eyes scanning you up and down with pure horror. āYou cannot go to Sunghoonās party looking like that.ā
You glanced down at yourself, confused. āWhatās wrong with this? Itās cute itās comfortable.āāCute? Comfortable?ā Yunjin repeated, already dragging you toward her bedroom like a woman on a mission.
āBabe, weāre going to a party, not the library. You just survived two weeks of hell tonight youāre supposed to look hot, not like youāre about to give a museum tour.ā
Before you could protest, she flung open her closet and started pulling out clothes with frightening speed. She held up a black mini skirt dangerously short, made of soft leather like material and a sheer black button up shirt that was practically see through.
āTry these,ā she ordered, shoving the hanger into your hands. You stared at the outfit like it might bite you. āYunjin, no way, that skirt is barely legal and the shirt is see through iām not wearing that.ā
āYes way, you are,ā she sang, already pushing you toward the bathroom. āYou agreed to come to the party that means youāre under my styling jurisdiction for tonight go change nowā
You argued the entire time you were changing. āThis is ridiculous! im going to freeze, people are going to stare i look like Iām trying way too hardāā
But Yunjin was relentless. The second you stepped out in the mini skirt and sheer shirt ( with a black bralette underneath so you werenāt completely exposed ), she clapped her hands and squealed.
āOh my god, yes! Look at you!ā She spun you around in front of her full length mirror. The skirt hugged your hips and ended high on your thighs, making your legs look longer.
The sheer shirt draped softly over your shoulders, the black bralette visible underneath in a way that was teasing but not outright scandalous. āYou look insane like, dangerously hot.ā
You tugged at the hem of the skirt, cheeks burning. āI feel naked. Can't I at least wear the jeans over this or something?āāNo,ā she said firmly, already sitting you down in front of her vanity. āWeāre doing makeup now sit still.ā
For the next twenty minutes, Yunjin worked her magic. Winged eyeliner sharp enough to cut glass, soft smoky eyes, a touch of highlighter on your cheekbones, and a bold red lip that made your mouth look fuller. She even styled your hair into loose, effortless waves that framed your face perfectly.
When she finally stepped back, she let out a satisfied sigh.āAnyone would worship the ground you walk on looking like this,ā she said, grinning proudly. āTrust me tonight, youāre not the stressed out art curator girl who yells at her neighbor. Youāre the girl who turns heads even Heeseung wonāt know what to do with himself when he sees you.ā
You rolled your eyes, but a small flutter of nerves mixed with reluctant confidence settled in your stomach as you looked at your reflection. The outfit was way bolder than anything youād normally wear, but you had to admit it looked good.
āFine,ā you muttered, smoothing down the skirt one last time. āBut if I hate it, weāre leaving early and if Heeseung says one word about āmiss moralsā in this outfit, Iām pouring a drink on him.āYunjin laughed and linked her arm with yours. āDeal now letās go make Sunghoonās party unforgettable.ā
You and Yunjin barely made it out of her apartment before your phone buzzed with a text from Soobin saying he was already waiting downstairs. The three of you had agreed he would drive so none of you had to worry about getting home later.
The elevator ride down felt too short. Your heart was already beating a little faster than usual partly from the unfamiliar outfit, partly from the knowledge that you were actually going to a party after surviving two brutal weeks of midterms.
The black mini skirt kept riding up slightly with every step, and you kept tugging nervously at the hem while Yunjin wouldnāt stop complimenting how good you looked.
When you stepped out of the building into the cool evening air, Soobinās car was parked right in front, engine idling. He was leaning casually against the driverās side, scrolling through his phone, but the moment he looked up and saw the two of you approaching, his eyes widened noticeably.
Especially when they landed on you. Soobin froze for a second, his usual calm expression cracking into pure, genuine shock. His gaze traveled slowly from your loose waves and sharp winged eyeliner, down to the sheer black shirt that subtly revealed the black bralette underneath, then to the dangerously short leather like mini skirt that made your legs look endless.
He blinked once, twice, before quickly clearing his throat and straightening up, ears turning a light shade of pink.āWowā he said, voice a little higher than his normal soft tone. āYou both look really nice like, really nice.ā
Yunjin grinned triumphantly, looping her arm through yours and squeezing. āSee? Told you! Even Soobin is shook, she looks hot, right?ā
You felt heat creep up your neck and quickly crossed your arms over your chest, suddenly hyper aware of how different you looked from your usual oversized hoodie and jeans self.
āItās all Yunjinās doing. She basically held me hostage in her room until I changed. I tried to wear my normal clothes and she acted like I committed a crime.ā
Soobin gave a small, shy laugh, rubbing the back of his neck as he opened the back door for both of you like the gentleman he was. āNo, it really suits you, you look great tonight.ā His compliment was sincere and gentle, making the awkwardness feel a little softer. āReady to go? Sunghoonās place isnāt too far from here.ā
The car ride was filled with easy, light chatter that helped calm your nerves. Yunjin sat in the front passenger seat, already buzzing with excitement about seeing Sunghoon, while you sat in the back, occasionally tugging at your skirt and staring out the window at the passing streetlights.
Soobin kept the conversation flowing comfortably, light complaints about how brutal midterms had been, predictions about how wild the party might get, and Yunjinās endless teasing about how
Sunghoon had āpersonally invitedā her. Every now and then Soobin would glance at you through the rearview mirror, still looking a little flustered whenever your eyes met.
Before you knew it, Soobin was pulling up to a large off campus house that was already pulsing with loud music and flashing colored lights. Cars lined both sides of the street, and groups of people were laughing and chatting on the front lawn, red cups in hand.
The three of you climbed out of the car, and the heavy bass from inside immediately hit you like a wave. The night air smelled like a mix of cheap beer, sweet perfume, and fresh cut grass. Yunjin practically bounced on her heels with excitement as the three of you walked up the pathway toward the front door.
Sunghoon was standing right at the entrance, playing the perfect host in a simple black shirt and jeans. His sharp, handsome features broke into a warm, genuine smile the moment he spotted your group approaching.
āHey! You guys actually made it,ā he greeted cheerfully, voice carrying easily over the noise from inside. His eyes lingered on Yunjin for an extra beat, a soft grin tugging at his lips. āYunjin, glad you came and you brought friends, nice.ā
He gave Soobin a friendly nod and then turned his attention to you, eyebrows raising slightly in pleasant surprise as he took in your bold outfit. āHey! you clean up really well. Welcome to the party, hope you guys have fun tonight.ā
You managed a small, polite smile, still feeling slightly out of your element. āThanks for inviting us.āSunghoon handed each of you a red solo cup filled with something fruity and strong smelling a sweet cocktail that had a sharp kick of alcohol when you took your first cautious sip.
āDrinks are flowing inside help yourselves to whatever you want. Thereās food in the kitchen, beer pong in the living room, and dancing. Pretty much everywhere enjoy!ā
Yunjin thanked him brightly, her cheeks already a little flushed with excitement, and steered you and Soobin further into the crowded house. The interior was packed wall to wall with people.
Students were laughing loudly, dancing in the middle of the living room, playing intense games of beer pong, and making out in dimly lit corners. The music was loud but not yet overwhelming, colorful lights flashing across the walls and bodies.
For the first few minutes, the three of you stuck close together, weaving through the crowd while sipping your drinks. Soobin stayed protectively near your side, occasionally leaning down to say something quiet and reassuring whenever he noticed you looking a bit overwhelmed by the chaos.
Then you felt it. That familiar, annoying prickle on the back of your neck, like someone was watching you. You turned your head slightly, and there he was.
Heeseung was leaning casually against the wall near the staircase, a red cup dangling from his fingers. He was surrounded by a small group of his closest friendsāBeomgyu laughing at something on his phone, Jake with his usual bright smile, and Jay nursing his own drink while scanning the room.
Heeseung looked effortlessly good tonight in a black button up with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, exposing his toned forearms, and dark jeans that sat low on his hips. His hair was styled in that signature messy but perfect way.
The moment his dark eyes found you across the crowded room, his conversation with the guys stopped mid sentence.
His gaze dragged slowly and shamelessly down your body, taking in the short black mini skirt that hugged your hips and thighs, the sheer shirt that teased the black bralette underneath, the way the outfit accentuated your curves before snapping back up to your face.
For once, his usual cocky smirk didnāt appear instantly. Instead, there was a flash of genuine surprise, followed by something darker, more heated, and appreciative.
He pushed off the wall and started walking straight toward your group, completely ignoring whatever Beomgyu was saying behind him.
āWell, well, well,ā Heeseung drawled when he was close enough, his voice cutting smoothly through the music. His eyes were still shamelessly roaming over you. āLook who decided to show up. Miss morals in a mini skirt i almost didnāt recognize you damn.ā
You felt your stomach twist with that familiar mix of irritation and unwanted warmth. Before you could even open your mouth to snap back, Yunjin jumped in defensively, stepping slightly in front of you with a bright but sharp smile.
āExcuse me, Heeseung? She looks amazing, and she doesnāt need your backhanded compliments,ā Yunjin said, tilting her head with fake sweetness.
āUnlike some people who only know how to throw loud parties and bring random girls over during midterms, maybe focus on your own game instead of commenting on her outfit.ā
Heeseung chuckled lowly, clearly amused by Yunjinās quick defense, but his eyes never left you. Jake, Beomgyu, and Jay were now watching the exchange from a few feet away, Beomgyu smirking like he was enjoying the show and Jake looking mildly entertained.
āRelax, Yunjin,ā Heeseung replied smoothly, taking a sip from his cup. āIām just saying that she cleaned up dangerous tonight, didnāt think our neighbor owned anything shorter than ankle length. Beomgyu, Jake, Jay back me up here. She looks good, right?ā
Beomgyu grinned and raised his cup in a lazy toast. āYeah, she do be looking fire tonight.āJake nodded with a bright laugh. āFor real, new look suits you.āJay just shook his head with a small smile, staying quiet but clearly entertained.
You rolled your eyes, lifting your red solo cup to your lips to hide the flush creeping up your cheeks. āDonāt start with me tonight, Heeseung iām only here for one hour, and Iād rather not spend it dealing with your nonsense.ā
Heeseung tilted his head, that signature cocky smirk fully back in place now as he took another slow step closer. The way he was looking at you made the noisy room feel suddenly ten degrees warmer.
āGonna dance tonight, or are you just here to supervise everyone elseās fun like usual, miss morals?ā
You didnāt even give Heeseung the satisfaction of a proper reply. Instead, you flipped him off with a sharp middle finger, turned on your heel, and grabbed Yunjinās arm. āCome on, letās go.ā
Yunjin laughed loudly, clearly proud of your reaction, and let you drag her deeper into the crowded house while Heeseungās low chuckle followed behind you. Beomgyu, Jake, and Jay were already teasing him in the background, but you refused to look back.
For the first half hour, the party actually felt manageable. You stuck close to Yunjin and Soobin, sipping from your red solo cup and people watching from a quieter corner of the living room.
The music was loud, the lights flashed in rhythm with the bass, and the alcohol slowly started to loosen the tight knot of stress that midterms had left in your chest. Then Sunghoon appeared again.
He approached your group with that easy, charming smile, eyes mostly locked on Yunjin. āHey want to dance?āYunjinās face lit up like heād just offered her the moon. She turned to you quickly, squeezing your hand. āYouāll be okay for a bit, right? Iāll be right back!ā
Before you could even answer, she was gone, disappearing into the sea of bodies on the dance floor with Sunghoonās hand on her waist, now it was just you and Soobin.
You tried to keep the conversation light, but the longer you stood there, the more the party energy started to pull at you. The drink in your cup was strong and sweet, and after two weeks of pure academic hell, the idea of letting loose felt dangerously tempting.
āFuck it,ā you muttered under your breath. You downed the rest of your drink in one go, the burn sliding warmly down your throat. Then you grabbed another cup from a passing tray and started sipping again. Why not? Midterms were over. You deserved this.
Soobin noticed and raised an eyebrow, but he didnāt judge. He stayed beside you, chatting quietly, making sure you werenāt completely alone. But after a while, you started feeling guilty. He was sweet, always listening, always there and here he was babysitting you instead of enjoying the party.
āGo talk to your friends,ā you told him, giving him a gentle push toward a group of guys waving at him from across the room. āSeriously, Soobin iāll be fine, i donāt want you wasting your night stuck with me. Go have fun iāll text you if I need anything.ā
He hesitated, looking concerned, but you begged him with your best pleading eyes until he finally nodded. āOkay but stay safe, text me if anything feels off.ā
Once Soobin walked away to join his friends, you let yourself drift toward the dance floor. The alcohol was hitting nicely now a warm, fuzzy buzz that made the music feel better and your body lighter.
You moved to the edge of the crowd first, swaying gently, then slowly worked your way deeper into the pulsing bodies.
You didnāt notice him at first. But Heeseung had been watching you the entire time. From the moment Yunjin disappeared with Sunghoon, his eyes had followed you. He watched you down your drinks. He watched you convince Soobin to leave.
And now he watched as you finally stepped fully onto the dance floor, hips moving to the heavy beat, the short black mini skirt riding up just enough to draw attention, the sheer shirt catching the flashing lights.
Heeseung set his cup down and started moving through the crowd toward you, slow and deliberate. When he was close enough, he didnāt just grab you like most guys would. Instead, he leaned in slightly, voice low and surprisingly respectful against the loud music.
āHey can I dance with you?ā
You turned your head, alcohol making you bold. Your eyes met his, and for once, you didnāt immediately snap at him. The buzz in your veins, the way he was looking at you like he couldnāt look awayā¦it made something reckless spark inside you.
You nodded āYeah okay.ā Only then did Heeseung step closer. The moment he did, the space between you disappeared. His body pressed lightly against yours at first, hands hovering respectfully before you started moving together.
The music was sensual, slow and heavy, and your bodies naturally fell into rhythm. It didnāt stay innocent for long. Heeseungās hands gradually grew bolder one sliding to your waist, the other brushing up your side, fingers grazing the sheer fabric of your shirt.
You moved closer, hips rolling against his, the short skirt brushing against his thighs. His touch grew hotter, palms sliding down to grip your hips, then slowly roaming over the curve of your ass, pulling you flush against him.
The air between you thickened. Your breathing grew heavier. Every brush of his body sent sparks through your skin. Heeseung leaned in, lips brushing the shell of your ear as he spoke, voice low. āfuck, not being able to kiss you right now is actual torture.ā
The words hit you like a shot of pure heat. The alcohol, the weeks of built up tension, the way his hands felt all over your body everything crashed together in one reckless moment.
You didnāt think, you just acted. turning your head as you grabbed the front of his shirt, and crashed your lips against his.
The kiss was messy, desperate, and instantly wild. Heeseung groaned into your mouth the second your lips met, one hand flying up to cup the back of your neck while the other tightened possessively on your waist, pulling you even harder against him.
You kissed like you were angry at each otherāteeth clashing, tongues sliding hot and deep, lips moving with raw hunger.
Heeseung kissed like heād been waiting for this exact moment. His mouth was demanding, devouring, tilting your head to kiss you deeper. You moaned softly against him, fingers threading into his hair and tugging, which only made him kiss you harder.
The dance floor disappeared around you. The music faded into background noise. There was only the heat of his body, the taste of alcohol on his tongue, and the way his hands roamed greedily over your curves sliding up your back under the sheer shirt, gripping your hips, pressing you so close you could feel exactly how much he wanted you.
The makeout was crazy sloppy, passionate, breathless. You bit his lower lip, and he responded with a low growl, sucking on your tongue before kissing you even harder.
Your bodies moved together to the beat, grinding slowly while your mouths stayed locked in a heated battle.
When you finally pulled back for air, both of you were panting, lips swollen and shiny. Heeseungās eyes were dark, pupils blown wide as he stared down at you like he wanted to devour you right there on the dance floor.
āShitā he breathed, forehead resting against yours. āYouāre going to kill me tonight.āThe kiss finally broke, both of you breathing hard, lips swollen and glistening under the flashing party lights.
Heeseungās forehead rested against yours, his hands still gripping your hips like he was afraid youād disappear if he let go.
His eyes were dark, pupils blown with want, and the way he looked at you sent another rush of heat straight through your body.
You didnāt think. The alcohol, the weeks of hating him, the way his hands had felt all over you everything made you reckless. You leaned in closer, voice low and breathless against his ear. āWanna go back to your apartment?ā
Heeseung pulled back just enough to look at you, a dangerous smirk tugging at his swollen lips. For a split second, surprise flashed across his face, but it quickly melted into pure hunger.
āFuck yesā
He didnāt waste another second. His hand slid down to grab yours firmly, fingers lacing tight as he started pulling you through the crowded dance floor. People moved out of the way as Heeseung cut a path toward the front door, his grip on you possessive and urgent.
You barely had time to register anything else Yunjin and Soobin were somewhere in the house, but right now, none of that mattered.The cool night air hit your flushed skin the moment you stepped outside, but it did nothing to calm the fire burning in your veins.
Heeseungās car was parked a little down the street. He didnāt let go of your hand the entire way, and the second you reached the passenger side, he opened the door for you with surprising speed before rounding the car and sliding into the driverās seat.
The moment the doors closed, the tension exploded again. Heeseung started the engine, but you were already growing impatient. The short drive back to your apartment building felt too long. Every red light, every stop sign made the ache between your legs worse.
You kept stealing glances at him his jaw tight, hands gripping the steering wheel, the way his shirt was slightly undone from your earlier tugging. At the third red light, you couldnāt hold it in anymore.āFuck this,ā you muttered.
Before Heeseung could react, you unbuckled your seatbelt, climbed over the center console, and straddled his lap in one swift motion. The mini skirt rode up high on your thighs as you settled on top of him, your hands immediately cupping his face as you crashed your lips back onto his.
Heeseung groaned loudly into the kiss, his hands flying to your waist to steady you. The kiss was even wilder than on the dance floor desperate, messy, all tongue and teeth. You rocked your hips against him, grinding down slowly at first, then harder, feeling him harden beneath you through his jeans.
His hands roamed greedily, one sliding up under your sheer shirt to palm your breast over the bralette, the other gripping your ass and pulling you tighter against his growing bulge.
āShit youāre driving me crazy,ā he muttered against your mouth between kisses, voice rough and wrecked.
You moaned softly, grinding down harder, the friction sending sparks through your entire body. The car windows started to fog up as you moved together, lips never leaving each other for long.
Heeseungās tongue slid against yours, deep and filthy, while his hips bucked up to meet your movements, the steering wheel pressing into your back.
You were completely lost in him hands in his hair, tugging, lips sucking on his bottom lip, hips rolling in desperate circles when the sharp sound of honking suddenly pierced through the haze.
Once, twice, then a chorus of angry car horns blaring behind you reality crashed back in.
You pulled away from the kiss with a gasp, lips shiny and swollen, breathing ragged. The light had turned green, and the cars lined up behind you were laying on their horns, some drivers shouting out their windows.
Heeseung let out a breathless laugh, his hands still gripping your thighs tightly. His eyes were dark, hair messy from your fingers, lips red and kiss bitten.āFuck,ā he rasped, voice hoarse. āWeāre gonna cause an accident if you keep this up.ā
You quickly scrambled back into the passenger seat, heart pounding, cheeks burning with a mix of embarrassment and lingering arousal.
Your skirt was hiked up dangerously high, and you tugged it down with shaky hands while Heeseung adjusted himself in his seat, clearly struggling to focus on the road.
He shot you a heated sideways glance, smirk returning as he pressed the gas pedal.āAlmost home,ā he said, voice low and promising. āTry not to jump me again until weāre inside or donāt. I'm not complaining.ā
The rest of the short drive was torturous. The air in the car was thick with tension, both of you stealing glances, the memory of your grinding still fresh and electric.
When Heeseung finally pulled into the parking spot outside your shared apartment building, he killed the engine and turned to you, eyes blazing.
The second you were both out of the car, he grabbed your hand again and practically dragged you toward the entrance, the promise of what was about to happen hanging heavy between you.
The second the door to Heeseungās apartment slammed shut behind you, all restraint vanished.He had you pinned against the wood before you could even catch your breath, mouth crashing back onto yours in a filthy, open mouthed kiss.
His hands were everywhere one sliding up under your sheer shirt to palm your breast roughly, the other gripping your ass and yanking your hips flush against the hard line of his cock already straining in his jeans.
āBeen thinking about this since you walked in wearing that tiny fucking skirt,ā he growled against your lips, biting your bottom lip hard enough to make you moan. āLook at you acting like such a good girl all semester and now youāre begging to get fucked in my bed.ā
You didnāt deny it you couldnāt. The alcohol and weeks of pent up hatred had turned into pure, desperate need. You tugged at his shirt buttons, popping a few open in your haste, and Heeseung chuckled darkly before ripping the rest off himself.
The shirt hit the floor. Yours followed a second later, then your bralette, leaving your tits exposed to the cool air of his apartment.
Heeseungās mouth was on your neck instantly, sucking a mark right below your jaw while his hands squeezed your breasts, thumbs flicking over your nipples until they were hard and aching. āSo fucking pretty when youāre needy like this,ā he muttered, voice low and rough. āBet youāre already soaked for me, huh?ā
You whimpered when he shoved the mini skirt up around your waist and cupped you over your panties. His fingers pressed against the soaked fabric, rubbing slow circles over your clit.
āShit you are dripping already.ā He smirked against your throat. āSuch a dirty little secret youāve been hiding, miss morals.ā
You didnāt have time to snap back. Heeseung dropped to his knees right there in the entryway, hooked your panties to the side, and buried his face between your thighs without warning. His tongue dragged a long, nasty stripe up your pussy, groaning at the taste of you.
āOh my godāā Your head thunked back against the door as he licked and sucked like a man starved, two fingers sliding inside you easily because you were so wet.
He curled them perfectly, pumping fast while his tongue flicked mercilessly over your clit. The sounds were obscene wet, sloppy, loud and he didnāt care. He ate you like he wanted to ruin you.
You came hard on his tongue within minutes, thighs shaking, fingers yanking at his hair as you cried out his name. Heeseung didnāt stop until you were trembling and pushing at his head, then he stood up, lips shiny with your arousal, and kissed you deep so you could taste yourself.
āBedroom now,ā he ordered.
He didnāt wait for you to walk. He grabbed the back of your thighs and lifted you like you weighed nothing, carrying you down the short hallway while your legs wrapped around his waist.
Your skirt was still bunched around your hips, panties shoved to the side. You could feel his cock pressing against your soaked core with every step.
The second he kicked his bedroom door open, he dropped you onto the bed. You barely had time to bounce before he was stripping the rest of his clothes off. His jeans and boxers hit the floor and his cock sprang freeāthick, hard, and already leaking at the tip.
Your mouth watered at the sight. Heeseung climbed over you, caging you in with his arms. āYou want this?ā he asked, voice dark, one hand stroking his cock slowly as he looked down at you. āTell me you want it.ā
āI want it,ā you breathed, reaching down to wrap your hand around him. āFuck me, Heeseung.āThat was all it took.
He shoved your legs apart wider, lined himself up, and pushed in with one long, brutal thrust. You gasped at the stretch, nails digging into his shoulders as he bottomed out inside you, so deep you swore you could feel him in your stomach.
āFuck, so tight,ā he groaned, forehead dropping to yours. āTaking me so well already.āThen he started moving hard fast and filthy.
The headboard slammed against the wall with every thrust, the same wall that separated your apartments. The irony wasnāt lost on you, but you couldnāt bring yourself to care.
Heeseung fucked you like heād been imagining this exact moment for months.Deep, punishing strokes that made your tits bounce and your breath hitch.
He grabbed one of your legs and hooked it over his shoulder, folding you in half so he could fuck you even deeper. The new angle made you cry out, the wet slap of skin on skin echoing through the room.
āLook at you,ā he rasped, eyes locked on where his cock was disappearing inside you. āTaking every inch like a good little slut, who wouldāve thought the girl next door gets this fucking nasty?ā
The degradation was light, just enough to make your pussy clench harder around him. You moaned louder, hips trying to meet his thrusts.
Heeseungās hand slid between your bodies, thumb rubbing tight circles on your clit while he pounded into you.
āCome on, baby. Come on my cock again, wanna feel you squeezing me.ā You shattered for the second time, back arching, walls fluttering around his thick length as your orgasm crashed through you. Heeseung fucked you through it, hips never slowing, chasing his own release.
āFuckā Iām close,ā he growled, voice strained. āWhere do you want it?ā He asked, āInside,ā you gasped, still riding the high. āCome inside me.ā
Heeseung cursed loudly, thrusting a few more brutal times before he buried himself to the hilt and came hard. You felt every pulse, every hot spurt filling you up as he groaned your name against your neck, hips jerking through the aftershocks.
For a moment the only sounds were both of you breathing hard, bodies slick with sweat.
Heeseung stayed inside you for a long minute, forehead pressed to yours, before he finally pulled out slowly. A trickle of his cum leaked out of you onto the sheets, and he watched it with dark, satisfied eyes then collapsed beside you.
Instead of pulling away, Heeseung immediately reached for you. He wrapped one strong arm around your waist and tugged you against his chest, your back flush to his front in a tight, warm hug. His other hand gently pulled the duvet up over both of you, cocooning your naked bodies in soft warmth.
You were still sticky with sweat and cum, thighs trembling, but the way he held you possessive yet surprisingly gentle made something soft flutter in your chest despite everything.
Heeseung pressed a lazy kiss to the back of your shoulder, his breath warm against your skin.āStay,ā he murmured, voice already thick with sleep as he tightened his arm around you. āJust stay.ā
Exhausted, fucked out, and strangely comforted by his warmth, you let your eyes drift shut. His steady heartbeat against your back and the heavy duvet wrapped around you lulled you quickly into sleep, safe in Heeseungās arms for the night.
The first thing you registered was the pounding in your head. Your eyes fluttered open slowly, the dim light filtering through unfamiliar curtains making everything feel hazy. The digital clock on the nightstand glowed red 4:28 a.m.
Your mouth was dry, throat scratchy, and a dull throb pulsed behind your temples the unmistakable aftermath of too many drinks and not nearly enough sleep. You shifted slightly under the heavy duvet, and thatās when you felt it.
A warm, solid body pressed against your back. An arm draped heavily over your waist, holding you close skin against skin. The faint scent of cologne, sweat, and something distinctly masculine filled your senses.
Your heart slammed against your ribs. Memories from last night crashed over you like ice water.
The party, the red solo cup dancing. Heeseungās hands all over your body on the dance floor. The reckless invitation. The car ride where youād climbed into his lap like you had no shame.
The way heād pinned you against his door, dropped to his knees in the entryway, fucked you hard on his bed until you were crying out his name. The filthy sounds. The way heād filled you up. The way heād pulled you against his chest afterward, hugging you tight under the duvet as you both drifted off.
You had fucked Lee Heeseung
You had fucked your loud, cocky, insufferable neighbor the basketball captain youād spent months complaining about, the one who called you āMiss Moralsā like it was the funniest joke in the world.
Mortification burned hot through your entire body. Your stomach twisted violently. What the hell had you been thinking? The alcohol had stripped away every ounce of common sense, and now you were lying naked in his bed, his cum still faintly sticky between your thighs, his arm wrapped around you like you belonged there.
Heeseung was still sound asleep behind you, breathing deep and even, his chest rising and falling steadily against your back. His face was relaxed in sleep no smirk, no cocky grin but you knew the second he woke up, everything would change.
He would never let you live this down. The teasing would be relentless. āMiss moralsā would turn into something far worse. Heād smirk every time he saw you in the hallway, make dirty little comments about how loud youād been, how desperate youād sounded begging for him.
The walls between your apartments were thin heād probably bring it up every time you complained about his noise again. Your life next door would become a living hell.You couldnāt stay here.
Panic clawed up your throat. You had to leave before he woke up. Before this became real. Before he opened his eyes and looked at you with that knowing, satisfied smirk.
Carefully, so carefully, you lifted his arm from your waist. He stirred slightly but didnāt wake, murmuring something incoherent under his breath. Your heart hammered as you slowly slid out from under the duvet, the cool air hitting your naked skin and raising goosebumps.
You moved like a ghost around his room, gathering your scattered clothes as quietly as possible. Your sheer black shirt, the black bralette, the dangerously short mini skirt, your panties all crumpled on the floor where theyād been tossed in the heat of the moment.
You dressed as fast as you could, fingers trembling as you buttoned the sheer shirt and tugged the mini skirt down your thighs. Your hair was a mess, makeup probably smudged, but you didnāt care. You just needed to get out.
Barefoot, shoes in hand, you tiptoed toward the bedroom door. Every creak of the floorboards felt deafening. You glanced back once at Heeseung still asleep, one arm now stretched across the empty space where youād been, dark hair messy against the pillow.
A strange, unwelcome pang twisted in your chest, but you shoved it down hard. This never happened.
You slipped out of his bedroom, quietly closing the door behind you. The living room was dark and silent. You navigated through the unfamiliar space, heart racing, until you reached the front door. The lock clicked softly as you turned it.
The hallway was empty and dimly lit when you stepped outside. The cool air felt like freedom. You didnāt even bother putting your shoes on yet you just hurried the few steps to your own apartment door next door, fumbling with your keys until they finally slid into the lock.
The moment you were inside, you locked the door behind you, leaned against it, and slid down to the floor, breathing hard.
Your body still ached in the best and worst ways. Thighs sore, a faint bruise forming on your hip from his grip, the ghost of his touch lingering everywhere. You could still feel him inside you, still taste the heat of his mouth.
You buried your face in your hands, mortified beyond words. What had you done?You had slept with the one person you couldnāt stand and now you had to live right next door to him, pretending it never happened.
Because if Heeseung ever found out youād run away like this, the teasing would only get worse much, much worse. You spent the rest of that early morning in a haze of denial.
Your phone vibrated then again. You reached for it with a heavy sigh, squinting at the bright screen.
yunjin ( 3 new messages )
yunjin : babe where did u go?? one second u were dancing and then u disappeared š
yunjin : sunghoon said he saw u leave with someone?? pls tell me ur okay
yunjin : im worried call me when u wake up!!
soobin ( 4 new messages )
soobin : hey, you okay? you left pretty suddenly last night without telling both of us yunjinās freaking out a bit
soobin : let me know if you got home safe
soobin : if you need anything or want to talk, iām here no pressure
soobin : hope youāre resting well ā¤ļø
You stared at the messages, throat tightening. The kindness in Soobinās texts and Yunjinās worried energy made fresh tears prick at your eyes. They had no idea what you had done. No idea you had spent the night in Heeseungās bed, letting him touch you, kiss you, fuck you like youād lost all common sense.
You typed back with trembling fingers, keeping it short and vague
you : got home safe, just drank too much and needed to leave early sorry for worrying you guys iām okay, just tired talk later ā¤ļø
You sent it and immediately turned your phone on silent, burying your face in your hands the memories wouldnāt stop replaying. Heeseungās hands on your hips, his mouth on your neck. The way he had groaned your name when he came inside you.
How safe and warm his arms had felt when he pulled you under the duvet afterward. You squeezed your eyes shut, trying to push it all away this never happened.
After sliding down your front door and sitting on the cold floor for what felt like hours, you finally dragged yourself to the shower.
You scrubbed your skin until it was raw, trying to wash away every trace of Heeseung his scent, his touch, the sticky evidence of what youād done between your thighs. The hot water did nothing to erase the soreness or the vivid flashbacks that kept playing on loop in your head.
By the time the sun came up, you had made a decision this never happened. You would bury it so deep that even you would start to believe it. No one needed to know. Not Yunjin, not Soobin, not even yourself on most days.
You would go back to normal go to classes, focus on your art curator projects, complain about the noise next door like always. And most importantly, you would avoid Lee Heeseung at all costs.
Heeseung stepped out of his apartment with a half empty water bottle in hand, planning to grab the last box from his car before the evening practice. The hallway was quiet until it wasnāt.
A girl came rushing around the corner, arms overloaded with a massive cardboard box that completely blocked her line of sight. She collided straight into his chest with a startled gasp.
The box flew out of her hands and crashed to the floor, spilling books, notebooks, and what looked like art supplies everywhere across the hallway carpet. Heeseung instinctively reached out and grabbed her arms to keep her from stumbling backward.
She looked up at him, flushed and clearly annoyed, strands of hair falling across her face from the chaotic move. She was pretty, sharp eyes, determined expression the kind of girl who didnāt seem impressed by campus status.
A smirk tugged at his lips before he could stop it.āEasy there, neighbor,ā he drawled, voice laced with amusement. āYou always run into people like youāre trying to tackle them, or am I just lucky?ā
She blinked, then quickly crouched down to gather her scattered belongings, avoiding his gaze.āSorry,ā she muttered, tone tight and clipped. āDidnāt see you.ā
Heeseung crouched down as well, picking up a thick book on museum curation that had slid toward his foot. He turned it over in his hands, raising an eyebrow.āArt stuff, huh?ā he asked casually. āYou moving in next door?ā
āYeah just today,ā she replied shortly, snatching the book back from him with a little more force than necessary.
He stood up first and leaned against the wall, arms crossing over his chest as he watched her struggle to reorganize everything into the box. Most girls would have smiled, maybe even recognized him as the basketball captain.
This one? She looked like she already wanted nothing to do with him.āIām Heeseung,ā he said, flashing his most charming grin. āLee Heeseung, your new neighbor. Need help carrying that? Looks heavy.ā He offered,
āIām good thanks,ā she answered without even looking up, standing quickly and slinging the tote over her shoulder.
Heeseung didnāt move out of the way. Instead, he tilted his head, studying her with open curiosity. There was something refreshing about her indifference that it made him want to push a little harder.
āJust so you know,ā he added, voice dropping into a teasing tone, āThe walls here are pretty thin, try not to be too loud when youāre studying or doing whatever it is, serious art curator girls do at night.āHer eyes finally snapped up to his, narrowing with clear irritation.
āIāll keep that in mind,ā she said flatly. āAnd maybe you can try keeping your parties down some people actually have to study to pass their classes.ā
Heeseung let out a low, genuine laugh that echoed down the empty hallway. She had bite and he liked that.
āWelcome to the building, miss morals,ā he called after her as she turned toward her door, the nickname slipping out naturally. She didnāt respond. She fumbled with her keys, unlocked her apartment, and slipped inside without another word, the door shutting with a firm click.
Heeseung stood there for a moment longer, still grinning to himself. The girl next door already hated him, and he hadnāt even thrown his first party yet. This was going to be interesting.
The gym echoed with the sharp squeak of sneakers and the rhythmic bounce of basketballs. Afternoon practice was in full swing, but during a water break, Heeseung leaned against the bleachers, towel draped over his shoulders, a cocky grin already plastered on his face.
Jay tossed him a bottle of water. āYou look way too happy for someone who just ran suicides.āHeeseung laughed, taking a long sip before wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. āCanāt help it ran into the new neighbor again this morning.ā
Beomgyu perked up immediately, spinning the ball on his finger. āThe girl next door? The one who already hates your guts?ā
āmiss morals herself,ā Heeseung confirmed, his smirk widening. āI was just leaving for practice when she came out, i told her the walls are thin and she should try not to be too loud at night. You shouldāve seen her face, she looked like she wanted to throw her coffee at me.ā
Jake, who was stretching nearby, let out a loud laugh. āDude, youāre obsessed! thatās like the third time this week youāve mentioned her.ā
āIām not obsessed,ā Heeseung shot back, but his grin betrayed him. āItās just too easy. She gets so worked up over the smallest things. Last week I had a couple of people over, nothing crazy and she banged on my door at midnight like the apartment was on fire, called me an entitled asshole who only passes because ādaddy pays for everything.āā
The group burst into laughter. Sunghoon shook his head, amused. āSheās got balls, most girls on campus would be throwing themselves at you the second they find out youāre the captain.ā
āExactly,ā Heeseung said, tossing the towel aside. āThatās what makes it fun, she doesnāt give a single fuck who I am. No flirty smiles, no asking for tickets to games, nothing. She just glares at me like I personally ruined her life by existing next door itās hilarious.ā
Beomgyu grinned mischievously. āSo whatās your plan? Keep annoying her until she moves out?ā
āNah,ā Heeseung replied, bouncing the ball once. āIām just getting started, next time the musicās on, I might turn it up a little louder to see how long it takes before she comes marching over again. Bet sheāll have that cute little angry face on.ā
Jake, who had been quietly listening while stretching his hamstrings, suddenly straightened up with a knowing look.āDonāt you think youāre in love with her or something?ā he asked casually, but loud enough for the whole group to hear.
The gym went quiet for half a second before the guys exploded with laughter and teasing whistles. Heeseung nearly choked on his water. āWhat the fuck, Jake?ā
Jake shrugged, completely unfazed. āThink about it, sheās literally the only girl who doesnāt give a shit about you no ego stroking, no chasing after the basketball star. She treats you like any other annoying neighbor and instead of leaving her alone, you keep poking at her like a kid with a new toy. That sounds like a crush to me.ā
āBullshit,ā Heeseung scoffed, but his ears turned slightly red. He dribbled the ball harder than necessary, trying to play it cool. āIām not in love with her, sheās just entertaining. It's fun watching her get all riled up, thatās it.ā
Jay raised an eyebrow, smirking. āSure āEntertaining.ā thatās why you bring her up every single practice.ā
āExactly,ā Jake added with a grin. āIf she suddenly started being nice to you, youād probably be bored in a week but because she ignores you and calls you out, you canāt stop thinking about her.ā
Heeseung pointed the ball at Jake threateningly, though his smirk was fighting to stay hidden. āKeep talking and Iāll make you run extra laps, Sim.ā
The team laughed again, but Jake just held up his hands in surrender, still smiling. āIām just saying, man. One day youāre gonna realize youāre not annoying her because itās funny, youāre doing it because you like the way she fights back.ā
Heeseung rolled his eyes and turned away, dribbling the ball toward the court to end the conversation. But as practice resumed and he sank a clean three pointer, Jakeās words lingered in the back of his mind longer than he wanted to admit.
Maybe there was a tiny bit of truth to it. Or maybe he just really, really enjoyed getting on your nerves.
The laughter from the team slowly died down as practice resumed. Heeseung shook off Jakeās teasing comment, channeling the slight irritation into sharper shots. He sank another clean three pointer, the ball swishing through the net with satisfying precision.
For a few minutes, the court felt like the only place where everything made sense no annoying neighbors, no complicated feelings, just the game. Then the gym doors swung open with a loud bang.
Everyone turned as a tall, sharply dressed man in a tailored coat strode in, his presence immediately sucking the casual energy out of the room. Coach paused mid instruction, nodding respectfully.
Heeseungās stomach dropped the moment he recognized the figure his father. Mr. Lee didnāt smile. He never did when he showed up unannounced like this. His eyes scanned the court with cold calculation, lingering on Heeseung with clear disapproval.
āTake five, boys,ā Coach called out, sensing the shift in atmosphere. Heeseung wiped the sweat from his brow and walked over, jaw already tight. āDad what are you doing here?āMr. Lee stopped a few feet away, arms folded behind his back. His voice was low but carried easily across the quiet gym.
āI came to see if my son is actually putting in the work thatās supposed to get him into the NBA,ā he said flatly. āFrom what Iāve been hearing, it doesnāt look like it.āHeeseungās friends lingered nearby, pretending to drink water but clearly listening.
āIāve been at every practice,ā Heeseung replied, keeping his tone even. āCoach said my shooting percentage is up this weekāā
āDonāt make excuses,ā his father cut him off sharply. āYour brother Heedo was never this distracted at your age, he was laser focused top scorer captainfull ride to the best program in the country. And you? Youāre out here laughing with your little friends during water breaks, probably thinking about parties and girls instead of the game.ā
Heeseungās grip tightened on the basketball until his knuckles turned white.āIām not distracted,ā he said through gritted teeth. Mr.Lee stepped closer, voice dropping into that familiar, cutting tone that always found its mark.
āYouāre good for nothing if you canāt even focus on what matters. All that talent wasted because youād rather play around and act like some campus king. You think the scouts care about your popularity? they donāt, you will never be enough if you keep this up and you will certainly never be better than your brother.ā
The words landed like punches. Heedo ā the golden child. The one who had already made it pro overseas. The one their father never stopped comparing him to.Heeseungās jaw clenched so hard it ached. He wanted to snap back, to defend himself, but years of this had taught him it was useless. His father never listened.
Mr. Lee straightened his coat, expression unchanging. āFix it or donāt bother coming home for the holidays, i didnāt raise a failure.āWithout waiting for a reply, he turned and walked out of the gym, the heavy doors swinging shut behind him with a final, echoing thud. The silence that followed was uncomfortable.
Heeseung stood there for a moment, staring at the floor, chest tight with anger and something heavier he refused to name. The team slowly went back to practice, but the energy had shifted. Jake shot him a concerned look, but Heeseung ignored it, dribbling the ball harder than necessary as he moved back onto the court.
Inside, the familiar bitterness churned.His fatherās words echoed louder than any cheering crowd ever could. You will never be enough. You will never be better than your brother. Heeseung sank another shot, but this time it didnāt feel satisfying.
All he could think about was how easy it was to annoy the girl next door because at least when she glared at him and called him an entitled asshole, he felt something other than this hollow, crushing weight.
The heavy gym doors swung shut behind Mr. Lee, leaving an awkward silence in his wake. The team tried to resume practice, but the atmosphere had soured.
Heeseung stood frozen for a few seconds, staring at the spot where his father had been. The familiar sting of those words good for nothing, never enough, never better than your brother settled heavy in his chest like lead.
Jake jogged over, clapping a hand on his shoulder. āHey, man donāt let him get to you, your dadās always been like that youāre killing it out here.ā
āYeah,ā Beomgyu added, spinning the ball on his finger. āIgnore him, youāre the one whoās gonna make it to the NBA, not Heedo.ā Jay nodded. āCome on, letās run some more plays weāll crush the next game.āHeeseung forced a half smile, but it didnāt reach his eyes. āYeah sure.ā
He went through the motions for the rest of practice dribbling, shooting, defending but he was quiet. No cocky jokes no teasing his teammates no loud laughter. Every time someone tried to pull him into conversation or hype him up after a good play, he gave short, one word replies and kept his head down. The usual spark was gone.
Even Coach noticed, shooting him concerned glances but saying nothing.The moment practice officially ended, Heeseung grabbed his bag and left first, ignoring the calls from his friends asking if he wanted to grab food. He needed air. He needed to get away from the echoes of his fatherās voice.
You were sitting alone at a corner table near the window, surrounded by textbooks, notes, and your laptop. Your hair was tied up messily, a pen between your teeth as you frowned at something on the screen. You looked focused serious and annoyingly cute in that concentrated way of yours.
A small, familiar spark ignited in his chest the one that always appeared whenever he spotted you. Before he could think better of it, Heeseung walked straight over and slid into the seat across from you without asking.You looked up, startled at first, then your expression quickly shifted into pure annoyance.
āWhat the hell are you doing here?ā you asked, voice sharp but low enough not to disturb the other customers. You closed your laptop slightly, glaring at him. āThis is my table, go sit somewhere else.ā
Heeseung leaned back in the chair, crossing his arms, that signature smirk slowly returning despite the heavy weight still sitting in his stomach. Seeing your irritated face felt lighter somehow. Easier than dealing with everything else.
āRelax, miss morals,ā he said, voice teasing. āIām not here to ruin your precious study time. Just saw you and thought Iād say hi to my favorite neighbor.ā
You rolled your eyes so hard it was almost impressive. āFavorite? We barely tolerate each other and Iām trying to work unlike some people who can afford to slack off because ādaddy can pay for everything.āā
The jab shouldāve stung more, especially after his fatherās visit, but instead it made Heeseungās smirk widen. There, it was that fire. That complete lack of care for who he was or what people usually said to him. You didnāt tiptoe around him. You didnāt try to impress him. You just called him out.
It felt strangely nice. Not in a romantic way, just refreshing ( liar liar liar he is totally in love with her ) He leaned forward slightly, resting his elbows on the table. āOuch straight for the throat today. What are you working on thatās got you so grumpy? Another museum thing? Planning to curate an exhibit called āWhy Heeseung Should Shut Upā?ā
You gave him a flat look, clearly not amused. āItās for my capstone project and yes, if it helps keep loud neighbors quiet, I might include a whole section on it.ā
Heeseung chuckled softly, the sound genuine even if it was quiet. For the first time since his dad had shown up, the tight knot in his chest loosened just a fraction. He realized something in that moment. Your company wasnāt bad.
In fact, sitting here watching you get all annoyed and snappy at him felt better than sitting alone with his fatherās words ringing in his head. It was simple predictable in the best way. You gave him a reaction real, unfiltered and for a few minutes, it made everything else fade into the background.
He loved annoying you. Not because he wanted to hurt you but because when you pushed back, it reminded him he was still here. Still capable of feeling something other than pressure and disappointment.
āFine,ā he said, raising his hands in mock surrender, though he made no move to leave. āIāll behave for now but only if you tell me what that exhibit is actually about.ā You narrowed your eyes suspiciously, clearly debating whether to kick him out or just ignore him. Heeseung waited, smirk still in place, secretly hoping youād keep arguing with him a little longer.
His eyes opened slowly, the soft gray morning light filtering through the curtains. His body felt sore in places that reminded him immediately of last night a dull ache in his shoulders, the faint stickiness between the sheets, the faint scent of sex still hanging in the air.
He turned his head to the side the bed was empty. The spot where you had been lying was cold, the pillow slightly dented but untouched now. No clothes scattered on the floor no shoes by the door nothing.
Heeseung sat up slowly, rubbing his face with both hands. The memories came back in quiet, unflinching flashes the party you in that short black skirt.The heated dancing that turned into something reckless.The desperate makeout in his car while horns blared behind you.
How heād carried you inside, how urgently you both had moved against each other against the door, then on this bed.The way you had moaned his name.The way he had finished inside you.
And how, afterward, he had pulled you close under the duvet, your back against his chest, both of you falling asleep in silence.
Now you were gone. He glanced at the clock. 7:23 a.m. You must have woken up in a panic sometime in the early hours and slipped out while he was still asleep. The realization settled in his stomach like a stone heavy, uncomfortable, and strangely final.
Heeseung let out a long, tired breath and swung his legs over the edge of the bed. He sat there for a moment, elbows on his knees, staring at the floor. This was a mistake, a stupid, drunken mistake.
You had always made it clear how much you couldnāt stand him. The constant complaints about his noise, the glares in the hallway, the way you called him entitled behind his back.
Last night had been nothing more than too much alcohol and bad judgment on both sides. You waking up and running away only confirmed it.He didnāt blame you. If anything, he felt a quiet wave of regret wash over him. He should have known better.
He should have stopped things before they went that far. Now things between you two were already tense, this was going to be even more awkward.
Heeseung stood up and walked to the bathroom. While the shower heated up, he looked at himself in the mirror. There were faint scratch marks on his shoulders and a small bruise near his collarbone. Physical proof that last night had really happened.
He stepped under the hot water, letting it run over his face and shoulders. It never happened, he told himself. That was the only way forward.He would forget about it. Pretend the entire night was a blur he couldnāt quite remember.
No teasing no comments in the hallway no bringing it up ever again. You clearly wanted to erase it, and honestly so did he. The last thing he needed right now was more complications in his life especially with someone who lived right next door.
After the shower, he got dressed in a simple black t-shirt and sweatpants. He made coffee in the kitchen, moving on autopilot. The apartment felt too quiet now.
Heeseung leaned against the counter, sipping the bitter drink, and stared at the wall that separated his place from yours.From now on, things would go back to normal. You would keep avoiding him like you always did.
He would keep his music at a reasonable volume when he remembered. And neither of you would ever speak about what happened last night. It was better this way, cleaner and simpler.
He finished his coffee, rinsed the mug, and set it in the sink. Last night was a mistake and as far as Heeseung was concerned, it was already forgotten.
For the next two weeks, you turned your life into a carefully orchestrated mission of avoidance while your body slowly started betraying you in ways you couldnāt ignore. The mantra remained the same this never happened.
Every morning began the same way. Your alarm went off at 6:15 a.m., pulling you from restless sleep. The moment you sat up, a familiar wave of nausea rolled through your stomach, not violent, but persistent and queasy, making the room feel slightly off balance.
Youād sit on the edge of the bed for a few minutes, breathing slowly through your nose, waiting for it to pass. Some mornings it did. Others, youād rush to the bathroom and dry heave over the sink, nothing coming up except bitter bile and a metallic taste that lingered on your tongue.
Once the worst of it subsided, youād quickly get ready, choosing simple, comfortable clothes that wouldnāt draw attention. Then came the listening part. Youād press your ear to the front door, heart beating a little too fast, straining to hear any sound from Heeseungās apartment next door.
If you caught even the faintest click of his lock or the low murmur of his voice on a phone call, youād wait sometimes ten minutes, sometimes twenty pretending to reorganize your bag or check your notes until the hallway was silent again.
Leaving became a tactical exercise. You slipped out as quietly as possible, taking the side staircase instead of the main hallway whenever you spotted his car in the parking lot. The fatigue hit hardest during these moments.
Your legs felt heavier than usual, and by the time you reached campus, you were already drained, needing to sit down in the library for a few minutes just to catch your breath. Coming home was even more stressful.
You started timing your returns obsessively. If practice usually ended around 6 p.m., youād stay late at the library or in an empty classroom, working on your capstone exhibition proposal until you were sure Heeseung was either out with friends or already inside. One evening, the dizziness caught you off guard.
You had just turned the corner into your hallway when the world tilted slightly. You had to lean against the wall, breathing shallowly, while a strong wave of nausea made your stomach churn.
The faint scent of someoneās dinner cooking nearby sent you rushing the last few steps to your door. The moment you got inside, you barely made it to the toilet before vomiting actual, forceful vomiting that left you trembling on the cold tile floor.
You told yourself it was stress. The constant hyper vigilance. The lack of proper sleep. The emotional weight of pretending that night had never occurred. But the symptoms kept creeping in, growing harder to dismiss.
Even the scent of your own shampoo sometimes triggered a gag reflex. Food tasted strange too salty, too sweet, or completely off. You lost interest in meals altogether, surviving on small portions that you could keep down.
The fatigue settled deep in your bones. Youād come home from classes, collapse on the couch, and wake up hours later feeling like you hadnāt rested at all.
Your breasts felt tender and slightly swollen, brushing against your shirt making you wince. Mood swings hit at random. One minute you were focused on your work, the next you felt inexplicably teary or irritable. All of this made the avoidance even more draining.
One Thursday night, your timing failed you had stayed late at the library, hoping Heeseung would already be inside. When you finally dragged your tired body back to the building, the hallway lights felt blindingly bright.
Just as you reached your door, fumbling with your keys, you heard the unmistakable click of his lock opening.Panic surged through you. Your hands shook so badly that the keys nearly dropped. You managed to slip inside just as his door opened, pressing your back against the wood, heart hammering wildly.
You held your breath, listening to his footsteps pass by. The moment they faded, the nausea hit like a wave. You barely made it to the bathroom before throwing up again, knees weak, tears stinging your eyes from the force of it.
Afterward, you sat on the bathroom floor with your forehead resting on your knees, breathing shakily. This was getting worse.You were exhausted from the constant calculation when to leave, when to return, which route to take, how long to wait in the stairwell. The thin wall between your apartments felt like a constant threat.
Youād hear him moving around sometimes. The low sound of his music ( mercifully quieter these days ), the murmur of his voice when he was on the phone, the occasional laugh. Every sound made your stomach twist with anxiety and unwelcome memories.
You became hyper aware of everything. You avoided cooking anything with strong smells. You did laundry at 2 a.m. when you were sure he was asleep. You even changed the time you took showers, worried the sound of running water might coincide with him coming home.
Yunjin and Soobin noticed the changes. āYouāve been canceling plans a lot,ā Yunjin said during one quick lunch. āAnd you look really tired, are you sure youāre okay?ā
āIām fine,ā you lied, forcing a weak smile while fighting the nausea brought on by the smell of her food. āJust stressed about the capstone deadline itās taking everything out of me.ā
Soobin watched you quietly, concern clear in his eyes, but he didnāt push. Inside your apartment, the symptoms continued to build.
Mornings were brutal. Youād wake up with tender breasts and that persistent queasy feeling. Some days the vomiting was so bad you had to keep a small bucket discreetly by your bed.
The fatigue made it hard to focus during lectures. You'd find yourself zoning out, head heavy, fighting the urge to lay your head on the desk. Yet you refused to connect the dots .Itās just stress, you told yourself repeatedly. The avoidance the guilt the lack of sleep.
You pushed through, continuing your careful dance of avoidance. You timed every exit and entry with military precision. You became an expert at predicting Heeseungās schedule ( she should become a dispatch employee )
You kept your headphones on to drown out any sound from next door. You buried yourself in your art curator work, sketching exhibition layouts late into the night until your eyes burned.Two full weeks passed in this strange limbo.
You were pale, exhausted, and constantly on edge. The nausea came in unpredictable waves. The fatigue made simple tasks feel monumental. And the fear of accidentally seeing Heeseung in the hallway kept you trapped in this self imposed isolation.
Deep down, a small, terrified voice in the back of your mind whispered that something was very wrong. But you silenced it the same way you silenced every memory of that night this never happened.
You would keep avoiding him. You would keep pretending everything was normal.Even as your body screamed louder and louder that nothing was normal anymore.
āUgh, my period is literally killing me today,ā she groaned, stirring her iced latte with a pout. āCramps are so bad, I can barely sit straight why does it always hit the worst during the worst season? I swear my uterus hates me.ā
Soobin chuckled softly, offering her a sympathetic smile. āDo you want me to grab you some painkillers from the convenience store?ā You tried to smile and nod along, but the words barely registered.
Her period is killing herā¦..
The sentence echoed in your head like a siren your own period. You mentally counted the days. It should have come a full week ago. Seven days late. Maybe more.
You had been so caught up in avoiding Heeseung, dealing with the constant nausea, fatigue, and vomiting that you hadnāt even noticed the date slipping by. Your heart started beating faster.
You pulled out your phone under the table and quietly opened your cycle tracking app. The screen glowed with the familiar calendar. A bright red notification stared back at you
period : 7 days late
You stared at the words until they blurred. No no, no, no. You tried to push the thought away immediately. It had to be stress. The irregular sleep, the constant anxiety of avoiding Heeseung, the vomiting all of it could easily throw your cycle off. That was normal right?
But then the symptoms started flashing through your mind like warning lights. The persistent nausea every morning. The vomiting that left you weak on the bathroom floor. The crushing fatigue that made it hard to stay awake in lectures.
The dizziness, sensitivity to smells, tender, swollen breasts. Your stomach dropped, could you be pregnant?
The word felt foreign and terrifying in your head. No. Absolutely not. You wouldnāt get pregnant from one night. One reckless, stupid night. People had unprotected sex all the time and nothing happened.
You were on the pillā¦wait, were you? You had been so stressed with midterms that you couldnāt even remember if you had taken it properly that week. The thought made bile rise in your throat again.
Across the table, Yunjin and Soobin were still talking something about upcoming assignments and a group project. Their voices sounded far away, like you were underwater.You couldnāt focus on a single word they were saying. Your mind was spinning, heart pounding so hard you were sure they could hear it.
Yunjin waved a hand in front of your face. āHello? Earth to you! youāve been spacing out the entire time are you okay?āYou blinked, forcing yourself back to the present. Your mouth felt dry.
āIāyeah, sorry just tired,ā you mumbled. āGuys, I think Iām gonna head home early today my headās killing me.āSoobin frowned, concern clear in his eyes. āDo you want me to walk you back?āāNo, itās fine,ā you said quickly, already standing up and grabbing your bag. āIāll text you later promise.ā
Inside the store, you felt like every camera was watching you. You moved quickly through the aisles, heart hammering, until you found the family planning section. There were several pregnancy test kits.
You grabbed the most reliable looking one with trembling fingers, not even reading the brand properly. The cashier gave you a neutral look as you paid, but you couldnāt meet her eyes.
Bag clutched tightly to your chest, you practically ran the entire way back to your apartment building. You took the side stairs again, praying Heeseung wasnāt around. The moment you were inside your own apartment, you locked the door twice and leaned against it, breathing hard.
You pulled the kit out of the bag with shaking hands. The box felt heavy dangerous. You read the instructions carefully, twice. Pee on the stick. Wait three minutes. One line = not pregnant. Two lines = pregnant simple but terrifying.
You went to the bathroom, heart pounding so loudly it echoed in your ears. You followed every step exactly, hands trembling so badly you almost dropped the test. When you were done, you placed the stick on the counter and set a timer on your phone three minutes.
You paced the small bathroom, arms wrapped tightly around yourself. Every second felt like an hour. The nausea was back, but this time it had nothing to do with morning sickness. It was pure fear.
What if it was positive?
What if you were actually pregnant with Heeseungās baby?
The thought made your knees weak. You slid down the wall until you were sitting on the cold tile floor, staring at the test on the counter like it was a bomb about to go off.The timer was still counting down.
Two minutes left. You hugged your knees to your chest, eyes fixed on the small plastic stick that now, held your entire future in two little lines. You were so scared.
The timer on your phone hit zero with a soft chime that felt deafening in the small bathroom. You stayed frozen on the cold tile floor for several long seconds, knees drawn to your chest, staring at the pregnancy test lying face up on the counter like it was a live grenade.
Slowly, you pushed yourself up on shaky legs and stepped closer. One line was already dark and clear the control line. The second line was faint at first, but unmistakable. A pale pink line slowly darkening right beside the first one.
two lines = positive
You blinked hard, once, twice, as if the result would magically change if you stared long enough.āNoā¦ā you whispered, voice cracking. āNo, that canāt be right.āDenial crashed over you like a wave. You snatched the test off the counter and held it closer to the light, turning it at different angles. Maybe it was a faulty test.
Maybe the line was an evaporation line. Maybe you had read the instructions wrong. You grabbed the box again and reread the instructions three more times, your hands trembling so badly the paper shook.
But no matter how many times you checked, the two lines stared back at you, clear and undeniable. It was positive. You were pregnant. The reality slammed into you all at once.
Your knees buckled. You sank back down to the bathroom floor, the test still clutched tightly in your hand. A sob tore out of your throat before you could stop it. Hot tears spilled down your cheeks as the full weight of what this meant crashed over you.
You were pregnant with Heeseungās baby. The boy you couldnāt stand. The neighbor you had spent months avoiding. The one person you had sworn to pretend never touched you.
A broken sound escaped you half sob, half laugh of pure disbelief. Your free hand moved instinctively to your stomach, pressing lightly against the still flat surface. There was a life growing inside you right now. A tiny, real consequence of one reckless, drunken night.
The crying came harder. You curled in on yourself, forehead resting on your knees as sobs wracked your body. All the symptoms you had tried to blame on stress the nausea, the vomiting, the fatigue, the dizziness suddenly made perfect, terrifying sense.
You were going to have a baby. And the father was the last person on earth you wanted to be tied to. After several long minutes, the tears slowed, leaving you drained and hollow. You wiped your face with the back of your hand, staring blankly at the two pink lines.
You made a decision right there on the bathroom floor. You were not telling Heeseung anything, not a single word.He didnāt need to know. He would never know. Telling him would only make everything worse the teasing, the drama, the forced proximity, the endless complications with someone you already couldnāt stand.
You could barely handle living next door to him as it was. Bringing a child into that mess was unthinkable. This was your problem. Your body, your choice. You would handle it quietly. You would get rid of it.The thought made fresh tears sting your eyes, but you forced them back. There was no other option.
You were still in school, chasing your dream of becoming an art curator. Your life was barely stable right now. A baby, especially one with Heeseung as the father would ruin everything.
You stayed on the floor for a long time, clutching the test, letting the weight of the decision settle over you.
Eventually, you stood up on unsteady legs. You wrapped the test in toilet paper and hid it deep in the trash can under some tissues. You washed your face with cold water until the redness in your eyes faded a little.
You looked at your reflection pale, exhausted, terrified and whispered to yourself āThis never happened.ā You would schedule an. appointment. You would end this quietly.You would move on with your life and never speak of that night again.
But as you turned off the bathroom light and stepped into your silent apartment, the weight in your chest felt heavier than ever. You were pregnant. And for the first time since that night, the wall between you and Heeseung felt like it was closing in.
The decision sat heavy in your chest like a stone. You werenāt going to tell Heeseung. You were going to end this quietly and move on with your life. The very next morning, you tried to make the appointment.
You sat on your bed with your laptop open, hands shaking as you searched for clinics near campus that offered termination services. Your stomach was already churning with nausea again, but you forced yourself to focus.
You found a few options a womenās health clinic downtown and a Planned Parenthood branch about twenty minutes away. You clicked on the booking page for the first one. The form asked for your name, date of birth, contact number, and reason for visit.
Your fingers hovered over the keyboard for a long time. You couldnāt do it. Every time you tried to type your real information, panic surged through you. What if someone recognized your name? What if the clinic called or sent confirmation texts while you were near Heeseung?
What if the appointment somehow got back to campus gossip? The thought of walking into a clinic alone, explaining your situation to a stranger, and going through with it made your throat close up.
You closed the laptop without saving anything. You told yourself youād try again tomorrow when you felt calmer. But tomorrow came and went. Then the next day. And the next. Meanwhile, the symptoms grew worse.
The nausea was no longer just morning sickness it hit you at random times throughout the day. The smell of food in the cafeteria made you gag. Even walking past the coffee shop near campus triggered violent waves that left you rushing to the nearest bathroom.
You started carrying saltine crackers and a small bottle of ginger ale everywhere, but they barely helped anymore.
Vomiting became more frequent. One afternoon during a lecture, you had to excuse yourself midway through and barely made it to the restroom before throwing up.
You returned to class pale and sweaty, mumbling something about food poisoning when Yunjin looked at you worriedly.
Fatigue wrapped around you like a heavy blanket. You fell asleep in the library twice that week, waking up with your cheek stuck to your notebook. Simple tasks like climbing the stairs to your apartment left you breathless and dizzy.
Your breasts were constantly tender, and your mood swung wildly one moment you were numb, the next you felt like crying over nothing. Yunjin and Soobin started noticing. During lunch on Thursday, Yunjin set her chopsticks down and stared at you.
āOkay, something is seriously wrong,ā she said, voice firm but concerned. āYouāve been looking like a ghost for days, you barely eat anything, you keep disappearing to the bathroom, and you look exhausted even when you say you slept are you sick? Is it stress? Talk to us.ā
Soobin nodded, his gentle eyes filled with worry. āYouāve been canceling plans and spacing out a lot. If somethingās going on, you donāt have to deal with it alone. Weāre here.āYou forced a weak smile, pushing your untouched food around your plate. The smell of it was making you nauseous again.
āIām okay, really,ā you lied, voice quieter than usual. āJust⦠really behind on my capstone. The deadline is stressing me out more than I thought. Iāll be fine once I catch up.ā
They didnāt look convinced, but they let it drop for the moment. Still, you could feel their eyes on you for the rest of the meal. Even Heeseung started noticing something was off.
You had managed to avoid direct contact with him for weeks, but it was impossible to hide everything when you lived next door.
One evening, you were coming home later than usual after another failed attempt to book the appointment online. You felt dizzy and nauseous, moving slowly up the hallway with your keys already in hand. As you reached your door, Heeseungās door opened.
He stepped out, wearing a simple black hoodie, hair slightly messy like heād just come back from practice. His eyes landed on you immediately.
You froze for half a second, then quickly turned your face away and fumbled with your lock, trying to get inside before he could say anything. But Heeseung didnāt tease you this time.
Instead, he paused in his doorway, brow slightly furrowed as he watched you. You looked pale. Thinner. There were dark circles under your eyes, and the way you moved seemed off fragile.
He opened his mouth, then closed it again. For once, the usual cocky remark didnāt come.āYou good?ā he asked quietly, voice lacking its normal edge.
You didnāt answer. You finally got the door open and slipped inside without looking at him, shutting it quickly behind you
Heeseung stood there for a moment longer, staring at your closed door with a strange, unsettled feeling in his chest. Something wasnāt right with you. He could see it.But after everything after that night you both had silently agreed to forget he didnāt know if he had the right to ask.
Inside your apartment, you leaned against the door, breathing hard. Fresh tears stung your eyes as another wave of nausea hit you. You slid down to the floor, hugging your knees. You still hadnāt been able to book the appointment.
The symptoms were getting worse every day, your friends were worried and now even Heeseung had noticed something was wrong. You pressed your forehead to your knees, whispering to yourself again and again
āThis never happened⦠this never happenedā¦ā But the lie was starting to feel impossible to keep. Heeseung had noticed. For the past two weeks, it had become painfully obvious that you were avoiding him like the plague.
At first, he thought it was the usual the cold shoulder after that night you both had silently agreed to forget. But it quickly went beyond that. You timed your movements with military precision.
He would hear your door open and close at odd hours, always when he was either inside or already gone. You took the side stairs. You left earlier than usual in the mornings and came back much later at night.
Even at university, catching a glimpse of you had become nearly impossible. You seemed to disappear into the library or empty classrooms the moment practice ended.It was clear you were doing everything in your power to never cross paths with him.
Heeseung told himself it didnāt bother him. He had decided to forget that night too. No teasing. No bringing it up. Just normal or as normal as things could be when you lived right next door
But something was wrong. You looked terrible lately. He first noticed it in passing the dark circles under your eyes, the way your shoulders seemed to slump with exhaustion. Then it got worse you moved slower.
Your face was paler than usual. You barely left your apartment except for classes, and even then you looked like you were running on empty.
One evening, after a long basketball practice, Heeseung was walking back to the apartment building, gym bag slung over his shoulder. The sun had already set, and the streetlights cast long shadows on the path. Thatās when he saw you.
You were a few meters ahead, heading toward the entrance. Your steps were unsteady, one hand pressed lightly against the wall for support.
Even from behind, he could tell something was very wrong. Your posture was slumped, your breathing looked shallow, and you looked like you were barely holding yourself upright.
Heeseungās stomach tightened. He quickened his pace without thinking and caught up to you just as you reached the building door.āHey,ā he said, voice low and serious, no trace of his usual teasing tone. āAre you alright?ā
You turned your head slightly, eyes glassy and tired. The moment you recognized him, your expression hardened.āI donāt have time for your teasing right now, Heeseung,ā you muttered weakly, trying to push past him toward the elevator.
Heeseung felt a flash of annoyance, not because you were dismissing him, but because he was genuinely worried and you clearly didnāt believe it.āIām not teasing,ā he said, more sharply than he intended. āYou look like youāre about to pass out.ā
You didnāt respond, just kept walking toward the elevator. Heeseung followed, stepping in right after you. The doors closed, trapping the two of you in the small space. The silence was thick and uncomfortable. He could hear your breathing too fast, too shallow.
When the elevator reached your floor, you stepped out first. But the moment your feet hit the hallway, your legs buckled. You swayed dangerously, one hand reaching out blindly for the wall as the world spun around you. Heeseung moved fast.
He dropped his gym bag and caught you before you could hit the floor, one arm wrapping around your waist, the other supporting your back. Your body went limp against him for a few terrifying seconds.
āShitāā he muttered, heart pounding. āHey, stay with me.ā You were half conscious, mumbling something incoherent about being fine. Heeseung didnāt waste time arguing. He adjusted his grip and lifted you carefully into his arms in bridal style, your head lolling against his shoulder.
Your apartment was right next to his. He fumbled for a moment with your keys ( which had fallen from your hand ) until he managed to unlock the door. He carried you inside, kicking the door shut behind him, and headed straight for your bedroom.
The room was neat but clearly lived in textbooks stacked on the desk, a half finished sketch on the table, a small trash can near the bed. Heeseung gently laid you down on the bed, pulling the blanket over you. Your face was pale, forehead slightly damp with sweat.
He stood there for a moment, unsure what to do. You looked so small and fragile like this. Nothing like the fiery girl who used to bang on his door and call him an entitled asshole.
Heeseung grabbed a glass of water from the kitchen and placed it on your nightstand. Then he pulled up the chair from your desk and sat down beside the bed, watching you carefully.
Your breathing slowly evened out. The tension in your face relaxed as you slipped into a deeper sleep. Heeseung stayed there, elbows on his knees, running a hand through his hair. He didnāt know what was going on with you.
He didnāt know why you looked so sick. He didnāt even know if youād want him here when you woke up. But right now, leaving you alone didnāt feel like an option. So he stayed quietly waiting.
Until your breathing became steady and deep, and he was sure you were fully asleep. Heeseung stayed. He told himself heād only wait until you fell into a proper sleep, but the longer he sat there watching your pale face and shallow breathing, the harder it became to leave.
You looked exhausted, truly exhausted in a way that went beyond simple tiredness. Dark circles under your eyes, lips slightly chapped, skin lacking its usual color. Something was clearly wrong, and the protective instinct he didnāt know he had kept him rooted to the chair.
After almost an hour, when your breathing had deepened into steady, even inhales, Heeseung stood up quietly. He couldnāt just sit there doing nothing. He moved silently through your apartment, careful not to make noise.
Your kitchen was small and neat, but the fridge was nearly empty a few bottles of water, some crackers, and not much else. Heeseung frowned. No wonder you looked so drained. He opened the cupboards and found rice, a couple of eggs, and some ginger.
Simple gentle on the stomach. He decided to make congee something light that his mom used to make for him when he was sick.
He worked quietly, chopping what little he could find, boiling water, and stirring the pot on low heat. The smell of ginger and warm rice slowly filled the small apartment. He hoped it would help when you woke up. Maybe it would make you feel a little better.
He kept glancing toward the bedroom every few minutes, making sure you were still resting. Almost two hours later, you started stirring.
Heeseung was just turning off the stove when he heard movement from the bedroom. He poured some congee into a bowl, added a bit of water to make it lighter, and was about to bring it to you when
You bolted upright in bed, eyes wide with sudden panic. The smell of the food hit you like a wave. Your face went even paler, hand flying to your mouth as nausea surged violently. Heeseungās eyes widened. āHeyāā
You didnāt wait. You scrambled off the bed on shaky legs and ran straight to the bathroom, barely making it in time.
Heeseung followed right behind you, worry spiking through his chest. He reached the bathroom door just as you dropped to your knees in front of the toilet and started throwing up violently.
āShitāā He moved quickly, kneeling beside you without hesitation. One hand gently gathered your hair, holding it back from your face. His other hand rubbed slow, soothing circles on your back. āItās okay Iāve got you, just breathe.ā
You retched again, body trembling with the force of it. Heeseung stayed right there, murmuring quiet reassurances, his hand never stopping its gentle motion on your back.
When the worst of it seemed to pass, he reached over and flushed the toilet, then grabbed a clean towel from the rack and dampened it with cool water.āHere,ā he said softly, handing you the towel. āWipe your face.ā
You took it with trembling hands, still breathing hard. Heeseung stood up briefly to get a glass of water from the sink and brought it back to you.āSmall sips,ā he instructed, crouching down again. āDonāt drink too fast.ā
While you rinsed your mouth and took careful sips, Heeseungās eyes wandered around the small bathroom, looking for anything that might help. His gaze landed on the trash can beside the sink. Something white and plastic was poking out from under some tissues.
Curious, he reached down and pulled it out, it was a pregnancy test. Two distinct red lines stared back at him clear, unmistakable, and positive. Heeseung froze.
His brain short circuited for a second. The test felt heavy in his hand as the reality sank in. Positive you were pregnant. He slowly turned his head toward you. You were already looking at him.
Your eyes were wide with pure terror, face drained of all color, lips parted in shock. You looked caught completely and utterly caught like the worst secret in the world had just been ripped open. The glass of water trembled in your hand.
Heeseungās mouth opened, but no words came out at first. His gaze flicked between the test in his hand and your terrified expression.
The pieces clicked together horribly fast the avoidance, the exhaustion, the vomiting, the way you looked like you were barely holding yourself together for the past two weeks.
This wasnāt just stress this was because of that night because of him. Heeseung swallowed hard, his voice coming out quieter than he expected.
āā¦Is this yours?ā The bathroom fell into a heavy, suffocating silence. You were still staring at him, tears already gathering in your eyes again, looking like you wanted the floor to swallow you whole.
Heeseung didnāt know what to say. He only knew that everything had just changed. Heeseung stared at the two red lines on the pregnancy test for what felt like an eternity.
The bathroom was deathly quiet except for your shaky breathing. When he finally looked up at you, your face was pale, eyes wide with pure terror, tears already spilling down your cheeks. He swallowed hard, his throat tight.
āā¦Are you pregnant?ā he asked, voice low and rough. You didnāt speak at first. Your lips trembled as fresh tears rolled down your face. Then you gave a small, barely noticeable nod.
Heeseung felt something twist sharply in his chest. He looked back down at the test, then at you again. His next question came out quieter, almost hesitant.
āIs the baby mine?ā The moment the words left his mouth, your face crumpled completely. You broke into heavy, broken sobs, shoulders shaking as you tried to cover your mouth with one hand.
āIām sorryā¦ā you choked out between cries. āIām so sorry⦠I didnāt want this to happen, i never meant for any of this, it was just one stupid night and Iā Iām planning on getting rid of it. I wonāt bother you with any of this, i wonāt get in your way. You donāt have to worry about anything, iāll handle it quietly.ā
Heeseungās expression shifted the instant you said those words. Hurt flashed across his face raw, unguarded hurt. His brows drew together, jaw tightening as he processed what you were saying.
The idea that you were planning to terminate the pregnancy without even telling him felt like a punch to the gut. His hand holding the test lowered slowly to his side. You kept crying, words tumbling out faster now, desperate and apologetic.
āIām really sorry. I know you didnāt ask for this. I didnāt ask for this either, iāll take care of everything. You can just forget about itā¦i promise I wonāt drag you into anything.ā
Heeseung stayed silent for a long moment, staring at you as you sat on the bathroom floor, looking small and devastated.
The hurt in his chest mixed with something heavier confusion, disbelief, and a strange ache he couldnāt quite name. Finally, his voice came out low and strained.
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"So, how did it go with Niki in the end?" Sunghoon asked, shoving a handful of chips into his mouth.
"Oh, she really doesn't want to talk about it," Heeseung replied, sprawled on the sofa. The girl was next to him, a slight blush on her cheeks, her eyes rolling, and sighing.
"It was total shit," she blurted out. "He rejected me for still being 'just a kid.'" Jake, sitting next to Sunghoon, let out a loud laugh. "That doesn't make any sense, does it?"
"Right, I mean, who wouldn't jump at the chance to be with a virgin?" Sunghoon commented, still eating. The girl huffed. āMen,ā she thought, forgetting that her best friends were just m e n.
"Don't be rude, Hoon, you're upsetting the poor girl." Jay entered the living room of Heeseung's apartment, where they were having a sleepover, carrying cans of beer and hitting his friend on the back of the head. Sunghoon didn't complain.
"Donāt worry. Someone else will come along who isnāt an asshole, or a jerk, or an idiot, or a creep, or a..."
"I get it, Jay, thanks..." the girl groaned. "I really thought he was interested."
"He was. Just in screwing you hard."
"Sunghoon!" the three guys around him snapped. Sunghoon just rolled his eyes. "Oh, screw you all. Don't act all high and mighty now. Itās the damn truth! Niki just wanted quick sex with her, and since she didnāt put out as easily as he expected, he ditched her."
"Sunghoon, you're not being very kind with your words..." Heeseung put his arm around his friend's shoulder. "Relax, screw Niki, you're a divine woman, beautiful, and you have a big heart, he's the one who's missing out."
"For Godās sake, Hee, there were more subtle ways to be a pussy." Jake teased, taking a sip of his beer.
She laughed; her friends were men, but they were good guys, no doubt.
"At least you didnāt sleep with someone who was just going to mess you around and then vanish. I guess that wouldāve been pretty cruel for you, knowing how you are."
Jay was right, that would have been horrible; her friend had strong feelings for that guy and discovering that he only wanted to use her was a blow to her pride.
"I don't want to talk about it anymore. God, it makes me nervous..." There was a brief silence, barely a minute. The guys waited; they knew the conversation wasn't over. "But you know what bothers me the most?"
They chuckled softly; their friend was so predictable.
"God! We were kissing and he lowered his hand, but I pulled away. I GOT COLD FEET, OKAY? āShe covered her face with both hands, frustrated. āI felt ready, yes. But I don't know, I don't know what happened.ā
āTake it as a sign that this wasn't the right path, that's all.āĀ Heeseung offered her his beer, and she took a long swig, annoyed, frustrated, and flushed. āSlow down.ā He laughed.
"Jesus, I must be the only girl on campus who's still a virgin. I need a boyfriend. Introduce me to one of your friends, Hoon. How about that guy with pretty eyes?
"Jungwon“s just like Niki, trust me. He fucks and runs."
"Men! All the same idiots."
The guys laughed loudly, Heeseung gently patted his friend's head. Jay sat down on their other free side, placing a palm on her knee, smiling.
"You don't need to rush; everyone goes at their own pace."
"You say that because you've already done it. You guys have all done it; I've heard every single one of your stories a thousand times."
"Like that time Hoon was screwing a freshman and his grandma walked into the room," Jake recalled, getting a shove from Sunghoon, who complained that they didn't need to bring that up, how embarrassing.
"Shut up, jerk. What about you? That time you couldn't get it up because you were high?"
"Oh, man, that girl was so hot on top of me, I looked like such a loser," he fake-cried, laughing. "But Jayās right, you don't have to stress about it. Itās just sex. Or what? Are you really that desperate for some dick?"
She opened her mouth to insult him, but closed it, looking away, blushing. She snatched the beer out of Heeseungās hand and took a gulp. Her friend laughed beside her.
"She is."
"Shut the hell up, idiots, youāre making me uncomfortable."
She huffed in annoyance, leaving the now empty can on the small table in front of her. She took advantage of him getting up to walk out of the room, heading towards Heeseung's room.
"I'm going to go change," she said, heading towards Heeseung's room.
When she returned, now wearing athletic shorts and an oversized t-shirt, her friends were already in comfortable clothes too. She sat back down between Heeseung and Jay, draping her legs over Jay's lap and her head on Hee's. Neither of them said a word or made a move; this familiarity was normal between them; they'd been friends for over ten years.
They watched a movie, chosen by Jake and Sunghoon. They all drank beer and ate chips, occasionally chatting about silly things to share a laugh. She got up from Heeseung's lap, drawing the attention of all four of them.
"I can't take this anymore," she murmured. "Help me, I'm fed up."
Jay, gently stroking her ankles, looked at her, confused. "What are you talking about?"
"Sex, Jay. Iāve been thinking... I donāt want my first time to be with some jerk whoās just going to mess me around and then disappear. Maybe itās better to do it with someone I know won't hurt me. Someone I trust and have a real connection with."
"Are you saying you want to sleep with one of us?" Jake blurted out, stunned. She nodded.
"You guys aren't idiots. Well, sometimes you are. But you wouldn't be cruel to me."
"Thatās it, no more beer for you. You're talking nonsense. The alcohol is getting to you." Heeseung took the beer from her hand. She rolled her eyes.
"I'm serious, Hee. It's just sex, right? Jake said so himself." Jake pointed at his own chest, surprised that they were ganging up on him with their eyes.
"Oh, come on! How many times have I let you guys use my room to get between a girl's legs? And all the times I introduced you to friends? I'm only asking for one thing."
Silence fell over the room. No one knew what to say. There was fear, tension, and a sudden, palpable heat. Jake looked at Sunghoon beside him, who was noticeably uncomfortable. Jay looked at his friend, then back at Heeseung behind her, who had stopped stroking her leg.
"With whom?" Jay finally blurted out, looking at her differently nowāno longer as just a friend.
She hesitated, avoiding his gaze. She hadn't really thought that far ahead. "Um... I don't know," she replied.
"Any of you is fine. I don't have anyone in particular in mind." Jake stood up, restless, his expression nervous. Heeseung stopped him. "Uh-uh. Not you. You're a savage; you're going to hurt her." Jake rolled his eyes, looking for an excuse to start a stupid argument with his friend.
Just then, Jay stood up, took her hand, and pulled her toward the bedroom.
"I'm borrowing your room, Hee," he called out when they were practically inside. He closed the door slowly, leaving it unlocked. She looked up at him, her nerves spiking.
"I'll ask just to be sure. Are you certain? Nothing's going to happen that you don't want."
She nodded; she was still hesitant, but backing out would only make things awkward. She smiled;an expression he found adorable, her cheeks flushed pink from the alcohol, her skin glowing. God, that did things to Jay. He didn't have to lie to himself: his best friend was breathtaking. The only thing that had held him back before was the friendship, but now that he had her consentānow that it was her ideaāhe wasn't going to hold back.
He pulled her closer, his hands settling on her waist. He searched her eyes for a few seconds, looking for any sign of regret. Finding none, he smiled and pressed his lips to hers. The kiss was gentle, almost hesitant at first, but Jay whispered, "Relax, it's okay." She let out a shaky sigh, trying to expel the anxiety, and began to follow his lead. Slowly, patiently. Jay relaxed, pulling back just an inch to breathe.
"Shall we continue?" He sought her silent approval, and she nodded. He shifted, one hand moving to the nape of her neck, the other firm on her waist, pulling their bodies flush together. He kissed her more desperately now, with a hunger that broke through his earlier calm. He slipped his tongue into her mouth, tasting the lingering sweetness of the beer, then pulled away to graze her lower lip with his teeth. He left a trail of kisses across her cheeks, her nose, her forehead, and down to her throat. She squirmed under his touch, letting out a small laugh. "Tickles," she apologized sheepishly. He smiled, pressing a reassuring kiss to her jawline, his lips leaving a damp trail down to the pulse point in her neck. Jay could feel her artery thrumming against his lips. He pulled back slightly, catching her look of disappointment at the distance. "To bed, Darling."
The nickname struck a chord; she felt a jolt of heat pulse through her, and they had barely even begun. She shuffled over to Heeseung's bed under Jay's intense gaze. He shed his shirt, pulling her against him on the mattress. He kissed her again, hungrier, thirstier. His hands drifted down to her waist, caressing the soft skin of her abdomen beneath her shirt. She felt a shiver, not the kind that brings laughter, but the kind that left her aching. Jay hovered over the hem of her shirt, his eyes meeting hers. "May I?"
She nodded, desperate for him to take control, needing to be cared for. He yanked the garment off, his breath hitching as he stared at his best friendās exposed chest. He licked his lips, devouring her with his gaze. The intensity made her pulse race; she needed his focus to stop lingering on her hardened nipples. He kissed her lips again, moving down with sudden desperation, licking and nibbling at her collarbones. Savoring her scent, he kissed the valley between her breasts, and, looking directly into her eyes, he drew his tongue across one aroused nipple, causing her to moan and tremble. He smiled, resting his teeth lightly against the tip before licking and teasing it, repeating the sequence on the other side, leaving her skin slicked.
He pulled back, his hand moving to the hem of her shorts, slowly dragging them down until they pooled on the floor.
Feeling exposed, she let out a sharp sigh. Jay kissed her thighs, his touch reverent, gradually moving upward. She felt his warm breath against her lace. He pressed a kiss to the center of her pantiesāsoaking wetāand used his fingers to part the fabric, exposing her. He ran his tongue between her lips, a low moan escaping her as she felt the strain of his own desire pushing against his jeans. He focused all his attention on her, kissing and tasting her, feeling her hands tangling into his hair, occasionally pushing him deeper. He was determined to make her feel completely worshipped, finding her most sensitive spot and sending electric shocks through her entire body.
"Jay... it's a lot..." she sighed, breathless. He pulled back just enough to look at her. "It's just the beginning, my love." Jay wet his fingers, guiding them to her entrance. "Breathe..." He pushed inside slowly, feeling her nervousness, tight heat close around him. He kissed her deeply to distract her from the intrusion. As she began to relax, he increased the rhythm, sliding in a second and then a third finger, the sensual sound of fluid and friction becoming rhythmic. Jay kissed her lips, her neck, her belly, massaging her clitoris with his thumb in slow, teasing circles. She began to tremble, her legs shaking uncontrollably until he finally pulled away.
"I'm going in, Darling." He promised his voice raw. "I'll be gentle." He shed his pants and boxers, finally revealing his arousalāhard and throbbing. He moved between her legs, and she wrapped them around his hips, pulling him close.
He stood firmly at the edge of the bed, grasping her hips to pull her closer. He pressed the tip of his cock against her entrance and entered her slowly, watching her face for any flicker of pain. She felt him stretch her; it was a dull, hot burn, but it wasn't pain. She took a deep, shuddering breath to release the tension. Jay pushed all the way in, a low moan escaping his throat as he waited for the right rhythm, easing into it slowly.
"Mhg~ Ja-Jay..." she whimpered, her eyes squeezed shut as her hand traced the muscles of his abdomen.
"Are you okay, darling?"
She nodded, moaning louder as he began to move. He was fully submerged, heavy and rhythmic. "More... more, Jay..." Those words were the green light he needed. He increased the pace and depth, his hips slamming into hers, causing her to cry out. He stroked her clitoris with his thumb in time with his thrusts. She tried to cover her mouth to stifle her screams, but he wouldn't let her. He pinned her wrists to the mattress, increasing his speed. "No, darling. I want to hear from you. Tell me, do you like it?"
"Y-yes... Mhg~ Jay, yes, I like it..." She could barely form the words, her mind clouded by the rush of heat flooding her body. It felt intense, overwhelming, and perfect.
"What do you like? Uhm? Tell me," he demanded, lowering his body until he could taste her lips, their moans blending together.
"Ghk! I like... how youāre filling me... hmh~."
That made him smile against her mouth, tugging at her lip with his teeth. He released her wrists to straighten up, catching her legs and pulling them over his shoulders, driving himself deeper, seeking that impossible connection. "Ugh~ Ja-jay... Ngh~ Iām going to..."
He could feel her body milking him, squeezing him so tightly it forced him to slow down. Her thighs began to tremble violently, and she let out a broken, intense cry. "That's it, baby... Cum on my cock. I love you; I love you..." He accelerated again, the wet, rhythmic slap of their bodies filling the room. "Ugh... I'm close, baby... ahh-ahh... I'm going to cum..."
Jay groaned, his pelvis hitting hers with one final, hard strike. As the tremors of her orgasm raced through her, he pulled back slightly, driving his final thrusts home until he groaned and flooded her abdomen with his warmth. Dazed, breathless, and slick with sweat, he remained still for a moment as the end of his release faded. He tapped his cock gently against her swollen, sensitive lips.
"Hmm... So, tell me, love, is everything alright?" he whispered, blinking through the haze of ecstasy. He brushed her hair away, smiling at her like a fool, and kissed her lips and cheeks with newfound tenderness. "Did you like it? Or was I an idiot?"
"No, Jay, you're not an idiot. Everything's fine... very fine," she answered, her throat dry, her cheeks still flushed. She smiled at him, soft and vulnerable. "I loved it. It met my expectations, and then some. I love you."
"I love you too, darling. Let me clean you up. I'll be right back."
Jay stood up, moving toward the door to grab a towel. He pulled it open, but he froze. Standing right there, staring back at him, was Jakeāwith his hand already down his own pants, his eyes dark and dilated.
"What are you doing? Thatās disgusting," Jay scolded, glancing over his shoulder toward the living room. Heeseung and Sunghoon were in the same state, both handling themselves. "You guys weren't exactly quiet, Jay." Jake countered, still pumping his cock, his eyes flicking toward the girl on the bed. "It's my turn now."
Jake moved to enter the room, but Jay stopped him, grabbing his arm in a possessive, tight grip. "You're not going to fuck her." Jake laughed sarcastically, raising an eyebrow. "And why not? You just did! And you made sure we all heard. Itās not fair."
"She asked me to," Jay justified.
Jake shook his head, jabbing a finger at him. "No, she said she was fine with any of us, and you just happened to be the one who took her." Jay sighed; he was too exhausted to argue, but Jake had a point.
"Fine. Ask her. But only if she wants to." Both boys turned to look at her. Under their intense gazes, she instinctively pulled her legs together to cover herself. "Tell him, darling," Jay said, his voice laced with possessiveness. "This savage wants to fuck you. Are you going to say no?"
She blinked, stunned by the irony of it allāhaving sex with her best friend in another best friend's bed while the other two listened from the living room. She flicked her gaze between Jay and Jake, her nerves burning at her fingertips. She was exposed, still sensitive, and completely overwhelmed. She swallowed hard. "I⦠I don't knowā¦" Jay smiled, trying to push the other boy back. "See? She doesn't want to. Let's go."
But the Australian wouldn't allow it. He shoved Jayās arm away, stepped into the room, and loomed over her, devouring her with his eyes. "Come on, gorgeous, don't leave me hanging. A little while ago, you were so eager for a cock you were willing to take any of ours." Jakeās voice was deep, gravelly, barely stroking his cock in front of her. "Why settle for one when you can have all four of us for the night?"
"Jake... I think you're pushing her too hard," Jay warned from the doorway. "Fine," she whispered, her voice barely audible. "I'll do it." Silence descended on the room. Feeling trapped, she avoided their eyes, pulling her arms around her chest.
"Say it again," Jake demanded, his hunger palpable. "I need to hear it again, and I swear to God, itāll be the best day of your life."
"I agree to have sex with you now, Jake," she stated, her heart hammering against her ribs. "And I agree to do it with the others... just for today."
That was all the Australian needed. He grabbed her face with both hands and kissed her roughly, desperately. "Fuck," he groaned against her lips. "I'm not promising to be gentle. But if I do something wrong, you can kick my balls." That made her laugh, a soft, nervous sound. She nodded.
Jake continued kissing her, practically devouring her mouth, seeking to taste every inch of her. He nibbled at her lips, not even letting her breathe. With one hand on her waist and the other cupping her breast, he squeezed hard, pinching her nipple between his fingers until she stifled a gasp. She unconsciously began rubbing her pussy against the sheets, and Jake, noticing the rhythm of her hips, pulled away, halting all action.
"Weāre going to do this, beautiful..." He circled the bed, climbing onto the mattress from behind to press his chest against her bare back. "Open your legs for your audience." In front of her, near the door, stood Jay, staring intensely, his cock already hard again. Behind him, Heeseung and Sunghoon were in the same state, watching with hungry eyes. The sheer weight of their attention made her heart hammer against her ribs. Avoiding their gaze, she sat up straight, spreading her legs as instructed.
Jake mirrored her, sitting up behind her. He grabbed her knees, pulling them wide to expose her completely to the other three. He leaned in, kissing and biting at her shoulder. He brought two fingers to her mouth. "Suck," he ordered. She obeyed, licking both fingers until they were slick with her saliva. He teased her mouth for a moment before pulling them out with a wet, sharp pop. He dragged his dripping fingers down to her wet pussy, delivering a stinging slap that made her jump.
"Hmm, look at you, already jumping," he rasped. "I can't even imagine what Iām going to do to you later." He rubbed his fingers up and down the length of her cuntāslowly at first, then suddenly driving them inside with incredible speed.
"OhāAHH~!" she cried out, her muscles clenching, her legs trying to instinctively snap shut. Jake slowed his pace, circling her entrance with his fingertips before driving his fingers deep again, biting hard into her shoulder to stifle her moan.
"Do you like it, beautiful? Uhm? Do you like how I'm touching you while the others watch? You're so turned on; you're definitely enjoying this."
His fingers worked her entrance roughly, sliding in and out, pausing every few seconds to curl into hooks against her sensitive walls. Heeseung moved closer, climbing onto the bed with his cock already in his hand, guiding it toward her lips. "Suck it," he ordered in a low, rough voice. She didn't hesitate, opening her mouth to receive his swollen length. "Ohh... Umh~ thatās it, baby." He held her head firmly in both hands, setting the rhythm. He pulled her back, only to drive himself deeper into her mouth, letting her tongue swirl around the sensitive tip. "Do it again, and Iāll blow your mouth apart, I swear. Youāre going to feel every bit of me."
It was a threat she decided to take as a challenge. She licked from base to tip, leaving a lingering kiss on the head of his cock, locking eyes with Heeseung as she teased him. She swirled her tongue around his opening, and Heeseung trembled on the mattress, his own fist tightening around the base of his shaft.
"Open wide for me, baby. Breathe through your nose." She obeyed, parting her lips as wide as she could without scraping him with her teeth. Heeseung thrust deep into her throat, forcing a gag reflex, but he didn't let her pull away. He began to pound into her mouth, his movements so rhythmic and forceful that his nose brushed against her chin. "Hmh⦠ohh~, baby, I'm gonna... ugh~, I'm gonna cum." He continued to thrust, his pace becoming desperate. "You're going to swallow it all for me, right? Because you're a good girl, aren't you?." She nodded, her throat working around his cock, her mouth vibrating with every movement, while Jakeās fingers continued their work inside her, leaving her feeling exquisitely overwhelmed. Heeseung thrust his hips a few more times before he spilled inside her, deep and relentless, emptying himself until the very last drop. He pulled his cock from her mouth, which was left swollen and flushed. He smiled, pressing a tender kiss to her forehead. "Beautiful. Youāre so beautiful."
"Get off, Jake" Sunghoon commanded, appearing behind him. Jake huffed, pulling his hand away from her and sliding off the bed. Heeseung retreated as well, stepping back to watch. Sunghoon immediately moved in, his skin hot against hers as he stroked her back, leaving a trail of kisses along her shoulder. "Sit on my face, honey."
"Huh?" she breathed, turning to look at him. Sunghoon was completely naked, his expression dark and hungry. He smiled, showing his fangs, and pressed a brief, possessive kiss to her lips. ""Sit on my face, love. I'm going to eat that pussy now." He lay back against the pillows, gesturing for her to straddle him. She positioned her knees on either side of his head, hovering for a heartbeat. Even before she settled, she could feel his warm breath ghosting over her entrance. He gripped her waist, burying his face against her, his nose brushing rhythmically against her clitoris. She let out a broken moan. Sunghoon parted her, his tongue sweeping from side to side before diving deep inside.
"Ohh... God, Hoon... I-I can't," she gasped, her teeth chattering. He was too close, the friction of his nose and the heat of his tongue driving her wild. She buried her hands in her own hair, tugging at the roots as he caught her clitoris between his lips, pulling at it with rhythmic pressure. "Mmm... ohh..." Jay and Jake approached, taking her hands and guiding them to their cocks.
"Make us feel good, darling," Jay whispered, kissing her lips with that familiar, gentle heat. She moved her hands over her friends' erections, her touch growing desperate as she began to masturbate them. Sunghoon reached up, pinching one of her nipples, while Jake leaned in to lick the other.
Her warning came too late. The orgasm hit her like a tidal waveāa fluttering deep in her belly and electric tingles that shot straight to her clitoris. Sunghoon didn't let up, catching every shudder and moan. Her legs pressed against his shoulders, trembling as she melted into him, her body completely surrendering to the sensation. Jake, his eyes locked on the spectacle, released his own hand to stroke himself fiercely, his gaze wild with hunger.
"Open your tight little for me, beautiful." She obeyed, parting her lips and letting her tongue tease the air. The Australian gave one final, forceful pump, letting his semen shoot toward her face. Most of it landed in her mouth, with a few stray drops staining her cheeks. When he was spent, he dragged the head of his cock along her skin, collecting the excess, and pressed the still-laden tip against her lips. "Swallow it all, beautiful."
Sunghoon and Jake pulled back, finally giving her a brief respite. Her head was lost in the clouds, her body trembling, still humming with residual heat. Heeseung, sitting against the headboard, patted her thighs, his cock hard once again.
"Up, baby. Show me how well you can ride me." She crawled toward him, positioning herself over his lap. Heeseung guided his tip to her entrance, leaving the responsibility of the connection to her. "I'm all yours, baby. My cock belongs to you now. Jump on me until I can't take any more."
She lowered herself slowly. The angle stretched her in a way Jay hadn't, and as she sank down, she felt him penetrate her to the hilt. Both of them let out a shuddering sigh. She moved her hips in slow, deliberate circles, adjusting to his size, before beginning a steady up-and-down motion that was pure torture for him. Heeseung watched her, his hands kneading her breasts, licking and biting at her erect nipples, his eyes locked on her face as she surrendered to the movement. "Look at me, baby." She opened her eyes, meeting his gaze. Heeseung gripped her wrists, pulling them behind her back, and thrust his hips upward to meet her. "Faster, baby. Harder." She used her knees for momentum, bouncing on him, sliding in and out with a wet, rhythmic squelching sound that filled the room.
"Ohh... hah~ Hee... ugh..." Heeseung released her wrists, gripping her hips instead, and adjusted himself to lie flat against the mattress for a better view. He lifted her hips slightly, never withdrawing, and began to thrust upwardāhard, fast, frantic. The sound of her buttocks slapping against his thighs stripped him of his control; the sight of her breasts bouncing frantically hastened his second climax of the night. "Ohh... ohh... baby, I'm going to cum." Pressing his hands into her hips, he pulled her down onto him with a rough, final surge. She screamed as he hit the spot she couldn't hide from. "Hee... AAH! There... right there, Heeseung... please!" He smiled victoriously, having found her sweet spot. He accelerated, thrusting harder, faster, deeper, until his own body began to spasm. He held her tight, his balls hitting her rhythmically as he emptied himself deep inside her. The walls of her canal squeezed him, forcing him to hold her close, gasping against her shoulder as he collapsed. He pulled her down, hugging her against his chest, pressing tender kisses to her damp skin. "Good girl. So good, baby. You sucked me dry." He laughed, his voice ragged with exhaustion, as he continued to pepper her shoulder with kisses.
"Okay, that's enough. I've been waiting to sink into that fucking cunt ever since she floated the idea in the living room," Jake complained, standing at the edge of the bed, his hand already on his cock. "Heeseung, off. Now."
Heeseung laughed and moved her off him, pressing one last kiss to her lips before pulling away. Jake climbed onto the bed, naked and predatory, moving her across the sheets. He gave her ass a light, stinging pat. "Lift that ass for me, gorgeous. I'm going to fuck you so hard you'll forget your own name." She shifted onto her hands and knees, face down, feeling the heat rise to her face and neck. The weight of the position felt heavy, exposing her in a way that made her pulse thunder. The other three were watching, their hands working themselves as they stared. Jake grabbed her hips, staring down at her dripping entrance. "It looks better from this angle, no doubt," he rasped. "And youāre soaked." He slapped her right buttockāhardāmaking her gasp as a red mark bloomed on her already sensitive skin. "So tell me, how does it feel to have the attention of your four best friends? Huh? You like it. You love it. You're giving yourself to us like a total slut. Friend."
"Shut your mouth, Jake," she choked out, her body burning. He slapped her again, and again, his palm stinging against her flesh until her skin was flushed. "Ask me for it." He positioned his cock right at her entrance, teasing her. "Beg me to put it in. Do it." He leaned down to kiss the back of her neck, his hands tracing the line of her spine.
"Shit, Jake... please. Just do it," she whispered, her hips already arching, seeking him. "I don't understand. What do you want? Hmm?"
"Put your cock in me, Jake. Please... fuck me. Hard. Fast."
"Whatever my little girl wants," he grinned.
He thrust inārough and suddenāpractically piercing her. The impact forced a heart-wrenching scream from her lungs. She buried her head in the pillows for a second, and when she looked up, tears were streaming down her cheeks from the sheer intensity.
"Jake! You're hurting her, you idiot!" Jay shouted, his voice laced with anger, while Heeseung stepped forward as if ready to pull him off.
"Of course I'm not. The little slut is just exaggerating," Jake panted, already beginning to move with frantic, heavy thrusts. "She loves it when I ram it in all the way. Right, my love?"
"Ugh... yes... it'sāit's okay... shit... just like that... fuck, Jake... ohh..." She was too dazed by the force of him to speak clearly, her voice breaking with every strike.
"Sunghoon. Put your cock in her mouth so this whore stops crying."
Sunghoon approached, crouching down to her level. He caressed her cheeks, wiping away the tears with his thumbs before kissing her tenderly to stifle the moans escaping her. When he pulled back, he brushed his cock against her cheek with a few light slaps. He smiled as she, on her own, sought him out, taking his throbbing length into her mouth and swallowing him whole.
"Ugh... for your first time, you're doing so well, love." He stroked her hair, visibly turned on by the sight of her working on him while Jakeās cock sank deep inside her from behind. She didn't even need to move her hips; Jakeās brutal thrusts did all the work, forcing her onto Sunghoon with every strike. "Ngh... A-Augh!, J-Jake," she sobbed as his thumb suddenly plunged into her ass, forcing the opening. "Sorry, love, but I can't hold back..." he rasped, massaging her in tight circles before pushing his finger deeper, hooked against her walls.
"Gah...! Mmm... ohh... Jake... m-more... please, more! Ahh!" she moaned shamelessly, her voice echoing through the room. By then, Heeseung and Jay were right beside Sunghoon. Jake, still hammering into her soaking pussy, gathered her hair in his fist and pulled her back until her spine pressed against his chest, continuing the brutal rhythm.
"Look at them, love. Look at them touching themselves while they watch us fuck." Jake smiled darkly, biting her earlobe and sucking on her neck. Jay took her hand, guiding it to himself, and she complied instantly. Heeseung and Sunghoon each claimed a nipple. āAhhā¦Ā ohh~Ā , ohh⦠God,Ā ohh God..ā The girl felt that familiar electric shock againāracing from the base of her neck, down her spine, to her abused cunt. She trembled violently under Jake's grip. "Jake! Jake! Jake!" He pushed her down again, forcing her onto her hands and knees and shoving her head back toward Sunghoonās cock. "Grab it, you whore. If you could see yourself right now... crying and screaming my name while I tear you apart, mouth busy with one cock and hands with another." He laughed mockingly, slapping her ass over and over. " Ahh~ Ahh⦠Such a fucking slut. And you love it."
Jake pulled out suddenly, leaned down, and spat on her pussy before slapping her sensitive lips hard. Sunghoon, meanwhile, gripped the back of her neck, trembling as he bit his own lip. He pulled out of her mouth and came across her face, splattering her skin. "Ugh... total slut." He ran his fingers over her face, then shoved them into her mouth so she could taste him completely. "Good girl, baby."
"I'm not finished with you yet, though, gorgeous." Jake hugged her from behind, holding her limp, sweaty body against his chest. He took his aching cock and pressed it against her second entrance. "You're going to have to breathe deep, love. I won't get in if you tense up. Come on, darling... open up for me." As he began to slide into her tight opening, Jake groaned, the pressure almost making him lose his mind. "Ohh... Jake... no, I can't... Jake, no... A-Augh! It hurts..."
Jay moved closer, kissing her lovingly to distract her. He took her hands, letting her dig her nails into his skin as she moaned against his lips. "You can do it, love. You're doing great."
He was almost completely inside her now. She felt stretched, irritated, and overwhelmed. For a moment, neither moved. "Beautiful, Iām going to move now. I need you to scream my name as loud as you can, and I'll come just for you." Jake began to move slowly, carefully, waiting for her to relax. Jay took control, kissing her and kneading her breasts while Heeseung gently caressed her clitoris from below. When the tension finally left her shoulders, Jake began to thrust deeper, faster, harder.
"Hah... Jake... Jake! Ohh!" That was it. Jake finally released inside her, his body spasming. Kissing her shoulder and cheek, he pulled out of her aching body and rubbed his cock against her pussy. "God, Jake, don't do that. I'm right here," Heeseung complained from below, having been tending to her the whole time. "Better get off."
The boy, still breathless from his release, laid her down beside him on the bed, peppering her face with kisses. Heeseung moved to switch places with him, leaning his back against the headboard. "Sunghoon, help her... on top of me." Sunghoon gripped her waist, lifting her to sit on Heeseung's lap. He stayed right behind her, his hard cock pressing firmly against the cleft of her ass. "Love, tell me... do you want to take us both at the same time?" Heeseung looked deep into her eyes, that intense, unyielding stare he got when he wanted something. Sunghoon was behind her, his fingers teasing her weak, slick entrance, which was still dripping with the semen of the previous rounds. "I asked you a question. Answer me." He spoke again, but this time his eyes were filled with desire.
"Yes... I will, Hee... both of you. Yes." Heeseung smiled, kissing her lips before affectionately rubbing his nose against hers.
"Like a total slut. Yes." Sunghoon spat on her back, guiding his cock into her before thrusting home. "Ohh... fuck... it's better than any other cunt Iāve ever touched." Without moving, she felt the tip of Heeseung's cock asking for permission to enter alongside him. She writhed, her body stretching to accommodate the two of them at once. They began to move, trying to find a shared rhythm. As one pushed in, the other withdrew, a relentless cycle. "Umh... hmh... guys... it's a lot. T-too much..." Heeseung kissed her desperately, pulling her back against his chest. "You can do it, like the fucking whore you are. You're taking two at once. Two fucking cocks in your cunt. Fucking whore, that's what you are." Sunghoon threw his head back as he moved, his spit landing on her skin. With each thrust, he tried to sink deeper, the friction of their bodies rubbing together becoming almost unbearable.
"Hoon... don't call her that. She's not a whore. She's our little doll." Heeseung defended her. For him, the dynamic was different; he wanted to tear her body apart, but never her feelings. "Ohh... ohh... God, I'm close, love. I'm close!"
"Do it. Do it on us, baby. And we'll fill you up again." Sunghoon roughly squeezed the back of her neck, spreading her cheeks wide as he watched them slide in and out of her together. Her legs trembled for the countless time that night. She buried her face in Heeseung's shoulder as they continued to pump inside her. Heeseung came first, followed quickly by Sunghoon. They thrust a few more times after climaxing, slowly withdrawing from her. The weight of her body went completely limp against them.
She felt defeated, weak, and utterly spent. She clung awkwardly to Heeseung's sweaty frame while Sunghoon pulled away. "Oh God, look at all that semen spilling out of her," Jake remarked from the side. "You asked for one cock and got four. Plenty of girls would kill to be in your place, love."
"Shut up, Jake," she snapped, her voice raspy. Heeseung stroked her head affectionately. "I can't take any more, guys... please."
"One last thing," Jay interjected, his voice firm. "On your knees. Right here on the floor. Now."
She lifted her head, pouting at Heeseung, who only smiled and kissed her forehead. "This is it, and then weāre done, love."
She nodded, awkwardly shifting from Heeseung's lap and getting off the bed to kneel on the carpet, still breathless. She just needed this to be over. The four boys surrounded her like a wall of heat. Jay, who had orchestrated this final scene, pressed his cock against her swollen, pouting lips. "Suck it. You're the only one who hasn't taken care of me with your mouth yet, love."
"You were literally the first one to fuck her, what are you even talking about?" Jake complained, though he didn't move away. She took Jayās cock in her hand, licking from the base to the tip, where precum was already oozing. She took him deep into her throat, sucking fast and loud, the heat of her mouth drawing a groan from him. Jay pulled out with a wet pop, immediately guiding the back of her neck toward Jake. Jake groaned as he felt her teeth graze his sensitive skin. "Don't bite me, sweetheart. I know you like having a cock in your mouth, but you don't actually eat it." He laughed, his fingers tangling in her hair as he dictated her movements, forcing her to take all of him. He held her there for a few seconds until she choked, then released her abruptly, watching a silver trail of saliva spill from her lips. "Now for your favorite, love." He pushed her toward Heeseung, who was watching her like a predator watching its prey. She opened her mouth for him, but Heeseung pulled back just out of reach, a smirk playing on his lips.
"Oh, look at her, Hee. She gets mad if you don't give it to her," Jake laughed, masturbating beside them. "Ask me for it, love. Ask me to give it to you. Go ahead," Heeseung ordered, his eyes boring into hers. She swallowed hard, her thighs slick. She was exhausted, yet her body still hummed with excitement. He waited, tilting his head. "Please, Hee..."
"Please what? I can't hear you. A little while ago you were screaming with two cocks inside you, and now you can't talk?"
"Please, Heeseung... fuck my mouth. Please, I need it. I need you." His expression softened instantly. He brought his cock to her lips, panting. "Good girl. Now, take a deep breath." Obeying his command, she inhaled through her nose just as the hot tip of his penis hit the back of her throat, forcing a gag. He didn't let her recoil, thrusting steadily. Jay and Jake moved in on either side, taking her hands and guiding them to their own lengths. With clumsy, tired movements, she worked both of them while Heeseung dominated her mouth.
"I have an idea. Just leave the tip in, Hee," Sunghoon interjected, eager for his turn. Heeseung complied, leaving only the sensitive head of his cock on her tongue. Sunghoon immediately pressed his own right next to it. "Suck it. Take both at once, like the slut you are." She rolled her eyes, annoyed by his attitude even now, but that was just Sunghoon. She took both of them as best she could, their tips stretching her mouth to its limit. Her cheeks were strained, and saliva dripped down her chin in a messy, wet display of total surrender.
"Take all four, love. Come on," Jake urged, his fingers tangling in her hair.
She pulled the two cocks from her mouth, switching her focus to the other two. Now, she was masturbating Heeseung and Sunghoon with frantic, tired hands. She let go of Sunghoon for a moment to refocus on Jay, taking him all the way down, swirling her tongue around his tip until he gasped. "Ohh... Keep going with the other one, love," Jay panted, his voice breaking. "We're going to come all over your pretty face." She released Jay, opening her mouth for Sunghoon again. Ella worked him from base to tip, over and over, sucking the head while her hand pumped his shaft. "Damn... almost there, almost there," he groaned, pulling back to let her continue with Jake. Jake forced her mouth to close as tightly as possible around him, thrusting his cock into her cheek until a protruding bump formed against her skin. "Fuck, love... ugh. I could stay in here all day. I love you." The visual was enough to make his muscles lock. He finally let her go, stepping back to finish masturbating on his own.
Finally, she was back in front of Heeseung. He stroked her chin, his thumb trailing over her flushed cheeks and swollen, glistening lips. She didn't expect the slap; it wasn't hard, just a sharp, stinging tap. Under the watchful eyes of the other threeāall of them on the verge of climaxāHeeseung slapped her other cheek, leaving two distinct red marks on her skin.
"You love this, don't you? You're enjoying it so much," he whispered, his eyes dark with adoration and lust. "I love you. Be a good girl and open your mouth for us." She obeyed, parting her lips and sticking out her tongue, waiting. Jay was the first. He pumped his cock, ejaculating across her face until he was spent. He let her suck the tip one last time before pulling away, making room for Jake and Sunghoon. Both stood on either side of her, spilling their essence over her skin, aiming everywhere but her mouth. When they finished, they both slapped their heavy, wet lengths against her sticky cheeks. Heeseung finished the cycle. He gave his cock one last, desperate stroke before unloading onto her lips, shoving his length deep into her throat one final time as he came. He pulled out slowly, his body sagging with total exhaustion.
A few minutes passed where the only sound in the room was their ragged, synchronized breathing. As the pleasure slowly faded, a heavy sense of shame began to settle in. She ran a hand over her face, trying to wipe away the stickiness that adorned it; one eye stung, and her throat felt like sandpaper. She didn't dare get up, staring at the floor, focusing on the carpet patterns to keep from dying of embarrassment.
Heeseung was the first to move. He took her gently by the waist, carrying her to the bathroom. He turned on the tap, waiting for the water to warm. As he stroked her hairādamp with sweat and fluidsāshe avoided his gaze, and he didn't force it. He understood the shift; the ecstasy had worn off, and reality had set in.
Once the tub was full, he helped her clean herself, running a sponge soaked in vanilla-scented soap over her aching body. When he reached her lower half, she snapped back to awareness, reflexively closing her legs. She took the sponge from him, rubbing the area herself, her face contorting. It hurtāa dull, throbbing heat. While she worked slowly, Heeseung washed her hair with his coconut shampoo, massaging her scalp. He watched as she closed her eyes and melted into the gesture. He loved taking care of her, even if he wasn't ready to admit how fast it made his heart race.
When he finished, he left her to finish in private, leaving a T-shirt and a pair of his athletic shorts for her. Back in the room, he found Sunghoon and Jake sprawled out, already fast asleep, while Jay sat on the small sofa, dressed in his pants.
"SheĀ“s okay?" Jay asked. Heeseung nodded. "God, get dressed. I don't want to see your dick right nowāor theirs." Heeseung chuckled, pulling on some clothes.
Ten minutes later, she appeared, swallowed by her friend's oversized clothes, drying her hair with a towel. Clean now, the marks on her thighs and neck were impossible to miss. She realized Heeseung and Jay were staring and felt a wave of panic.
"Okay, stop staring at me. Or I'm going to cry," she complained, pouting. They both laughed; she looked adorable. Jay disappeared into the bathroom, leaving them alone. "Come on, I'll help you," Heeseung offered with a sweet smile. She sat on the sofa, and he positioned himself behind her to dry her hair. "Everything alright? Was there... anything you didn't like? I mean, Jake and Sunghoon were pretty rough... don't take them seriously, they say that stuff to everyone."
"It's fine, Hee. Don't worry." She sighed. "I'm so tired. Even my eye hurts. Look, it's red." He leaned in to check. It was indeed bloodshot. He suspected someoneās aim had been a bit too true during that last round, but he wasn't going to remind her of that now. "I need to sleep for two days straight, I swear."
He began brushing her hair gently. "Hey... would it be weird if I asked for a kiss now? I mean, a real one... don't get me wrongā" She smiled, amused. She loved seeing him nervous. She nodded and leaned in, meeting his lips in an awkward, soft kiss. Heeseung sighed into it, taking her chin to deepen the kiss, making it gentle and full of an affection that had been missing in the chaos. When they broke apart, he peppered her face with kissesāher cheeks, her forehead.
"Hee, stop," she laughed softly, "or we'll start a new round, and believe me, I'm completely out of energy." Heeseung chuckled, nodding as he pulled her close to just hold her.
The next morning, she woke up in Heeseungās bed, his arms wrapped around her from behind, holding her so tightly it was as if he feared she might disappear. They were the only two left in the room. She tried to sit up, but his grip on her waist only tightened. "Hee, wake up," she whispered, her voice raspy. She had to clear her throat and gently shake his shoulder to pull him from sleep. "Are you awake yet?"
"Good morning, beautiful," he rasped, his voice thick with sleep. She felt her cheeks burn a bright pink. He stared at her with an intensity that made her heart skipāas if something had permanently clicked in his mind. He only snapped out of it when she tried to stand and stumbled backward with a sharp groan.
"Uh... Ouch!" she cried out, clutching her lower abdomen. Heeseung was on his feet in a second, eyes wide. "Damn it, are you okay? What hurts? Did we... did we hurt you? I swear, if we did, Iāll go and cut their dicks off right now."
She laughed despite the pain, shaking her head. "I'm fine. I mean, yes, it hurts, but it's not life or death. I just really need to pee. Urgently." She scrambled toward the bathroom, but Heeseung wasn't convincedāespecially when he spotted a small bloodstain on the sheets and more evidence in the bathroom trash. He decided to keep it to himself for now; he didn't want to embarrass her in front of the others.
Jay cooked lunch for the group. They all sat together in the dining room, the atmosphere a strange mix of domesticity and lingering tension. "Slow down... you're going to choke," Jake teased, watching her eat with a desperate energy. "Shut up. I'm obviously starving," she snapped, a piece of meat still in her mouth as she glared at him. "So... how are you feeling?" Jake asked, leaning in.
"Holy crap! Could you... just stop asking me? Please."
"We're just worried about you, darling," Jay said smoothly, placing a fresh piece of steak on her plate with a smile. "I'm fine, guys. Really."
"Exactly. You don't have to be embarrassed; we're your friends, after all," Jake said, patting her head. "Well, the concept of 'friendship' has escalated quite a bit, hasn't it?" she muttered, rolling her eyes. Sunghoon held out a piece of vegetable with his chopsticks, offering it to her. She shook her head. "I have my own, thanks."
"Eat," Sunghoon commanded, moving the chopsticks closer. "Last night you were all excited; donāt start acting delicate now."
"Hoon, leave her alone," Heeseung scolded. She sighed and took the bite. "Ah! I just remembered," Jake murmured, lowering his voice. "I didn't... hurt you, did I? I mean, you know. Back there." She choked on her water, her face turning a deep shade of crimson. "Everythingās fine. Just... a little pain. I hope it goes away soon because Iām trying really hard to stay seated right now."
Jake laughed, throwing an arm around her shoulders. "Sooooo sorry. I got carried away. But at least tell me you liked it. Come on, tell me. Please." She hesitated for a second, tapping her chin as if deep in thought. "It was awful. I'm never letting it happen again."
Jake looked genuinely wounded, his face contorting with mock offense while the other three roared with laughter. "You're such a liar. Do I really have to remind you how you were screaming my name? 'Stick your dick in me, Jake, please, fuck me,'" he mocked, pitch-shifting his voice to an exaggerated, breathy tone.
He immediately received a punch to the chest. Annoyed and blushing, she turned to Heeseung for help. "Hee! Jake's bothering me. Say something to him!"
"Jake, bother her again and I'll cut your dick off, I swear. The knife is right here," Heeseung scoffed, gesturing toward the kitchen counter. "Party pooper. Fine, I'll shut up," Jake muttered, though he was still grinning.
"What's going on with you two, anyway? You're being all lovey-dovey," Sunghoon pointed out, leaning back. "Heeseung literally kicked us all out of his room so he could sleep alone with you. And now you're asking him to defend you? Please. Last night it was all, 'Please, Heeseung, fuck my mouth with your cockā'"
"Okay! Thatās it. Iām leaving," she snapped, standing up and ready to grab her things. "I hate you all. Don't ever speak to me again." But before she could take a step, Heeseungās hands caught her wrists, pulling her back into a firm hug. She let out a huff but buried her face in his chest anyway. "Shut your mouths or Iāll hit you," Heeseung warned the others. "And no, we're not 'in love.' Itās called being considerate, Sunghoon. You should try it sometime."
After the drama settled, the others finally headed to their respective homes. Jay offered to drive her, but she refused, choosing to stay a little longer. Heeseung was at the sink washing the dishes when he felt her arms wrap around his waist from behind. He stopped, drying his hands to turn around and cup her face. He gave her a quick, sweet kiss. "Hee..." she murmured. "Tell me, baby."
"You're the best. I just wanted to tell you... thanks for taking care of me. I appreciate it."
"You're welcome, baby," he chuckled softly, his thumb stroking her cheek. "It's the least I could do after everything we did. Besides, I love you. You're my best friend... I'd be an idiot if I wasn't kind to you."
"Uhm, yeah... best friends..." She looked at him intently, her brow furrowing. "Why do I feel different with you? I mean, I don't know... this feels... ugh. Never mind. Forget it."
He smiled, tilting her chin up to kiss her againāthis time faster, with more hunger and a depth of feeling that hadn't been there before. "Fuck it," he whispered against her lips. "You can't be just my 'best friend' again after this. I mean, I had my cock in your pussy and your throat. Thereās nothing friendly about that." She punched his chest again, though there was no force behind it. "Heeseung! Don't remind me!"
"New round? Just you and me?" he teased with a mischievous grin. "No. My ass hurts. Literally."
He laughed, kissing her cheeks and pulling her back into a protective hug. That night, they stayed alone in the apartment, simply sharing the silence and each other's presence. There were no ulterior motives, just the occasional passionate kiss. They had both realized that the attraction was much more than a one-night standāit was real. But they were still too dazed to confront it.
That would be a problem for another day.
AAAH I finally published it! I hope you liked it. It's the first time I've written something like this, and so long, to be honest, hehe.
Your requests, ideas, questions (or anything else) are welcome.
Synopsis: Jake decides to completely surrender, ready to be his girlfriend's favorite toy for a night⦠or more.
Pairings: : Jake x fem!reader - dominant!reader x submissive!jake
Warnings: SMUT MINORS DNI, bdsm, established relationship, actual porn, p in v, unprotected sex (not for you idiot), masturbation (m), oral (m recieiving), cockwarming, grinding, multiple orgasms, denial orgasm, cock riding, cowgirl & doggy position, vibrator use, masochist jake, praise and pets names, mommy kink, consent, mutual agreement, sex toys, bondage, blindfolded, idk what more
wc: 2,1k
note: English isn't my first language, so if you find any mistakes I apologize, hehe, and I also welcome any corrections or tips from you.
If by some chance you're here and you speak Spanish, let me tell you that I do too, hehe, and that the Spanish version is available here.
After long, grueling months of work, they were finally getting their well-deserved rest. Their week-long vacation started today, and they were enjoying it by doing absolutely nothing. Jake was so exhaustedāhis muscles achingly tense after the release of his latest albumāthat he lacked the energy even to think. She, on the other hand, had just finished launching her own magazine. As a photographer for one of the industry's giants, her solo project had been a resounding success.
They lay in bed with the TV on, half-watching a series theyād started but never truly followed or paid attention to. They were so accustomed to the 24/7 grind that doing nothing felt like the best plan in the universe. She kept her eyes closed, breathing steadily, letting the peace wash over her. She wasnāt sleepy, just finally still.
Then, she felt the mattress dip as Jake leaned in, his warm lips pressing against her cheek. Without opening her eyes, she smiled, stroking his jawline; she adored her sweety Jakey, affectionate side. He peppered her face with soft, short pecksāher nose, her foreheadābefore settling on her lips. When she finally opened her eyes to offer a teasing look, Jake deepened the kiss, savoring the faint taste of the lipstick sheād worn that morning. He cupped her face, his thumbs grazing her cheekbones as the rhythm shiftedāgrowing more desperate to consume her, more pleading for an attention she was willing to give without hesitation. Ā
"It's been so long since we had real fun... love."
She nodded, kissing her handsome boyfriend again. "Iāve missed my prince so much."
Jake smiled, teeth grazing his lip before he let out a shaky gasp. He kissed her again with a new level of desperation, as if it weren't enough; he craved so much more from his woman. "I want you to do whatever you want with me tonight," he blurted out against her lips.
She pulled back just a few inches, searching his eyes. "What? Say it again, Jake."
He sank back on his heels, lowering his gaze slightly. He was nervousāvisibly so. Oh God, she swore she'd get wet right then and there. "I don't want to lead," he murmured shyly. "I want you to use me... tonight."
She let out a soft, low laugh, shifting to face him fully. She cupped his cheeks, squeezing them just enough to make his lips pout. Jake watched her with wide eyes, his pupils blown and bright, silently pleading for her to devour him without mercy.
"Good. Who am I to refuse such a well-behaved boy?" She caressed his cheeks, now flushed pink, and ran her fingers through his hair before kissing the top of his head. "From now on, you will obey everything I tell you. Right, Jaeyunie?"
He nodded eagerly.
"Good boy. Remember, my prince: we just need the magic word and everything stops. Because I promise you, I'll make you cry and beg tonight."
Jake nodded again. She ordered him to sit against the headboard while she left the room in search ofāthe special box. Jake waited impatiently, a mix of nerves and raw excitement. When she returned, she commanded him to undress. He obeyed instantly, his trembling hands reaching for his shirt and yanking it off in one swift motion.
"Slowly, prince. And look me in the eyes while you do it."
Jake swallowed hard, taking a deep breath. He guided his hands to the waistband of his pajama pants, sliding them down agonizingly slow. He didn't take his eyes off her for a second, barely even blinking. Once he was down to his boxers, she smirked victoriously at the sight of his clear arousal.
"My, my, love... I haven't even touched you yet, and you're already so hard for me. You really are the sweetest boy in the world. Take them off. No hands."
Jake managed to kick off his underwear, letting out a low moan when his length brushed against his thigh; he was painfully erect.
"Very good. Sit back, my love. Weāre going to play exactly the way we like."
Once he was settled against the headboard and pillows, his girlfriend climbed on top of him, careful not to let their bodies touch or graze just yet. "Hands up, Jaeyun."
He raised both wrists above his head, watching with desperation as she secured them in dark leather handcuffs, tethering him to the bed and stripping him of any freedom of movement. She smiled down at him, gripping his jaw firmly to force his gaze upward. She kissed him hard, biting his lower lip at every opportunity. She let out a mocking little laugh when she saw him arching his hips, searching for contact.
"Look at you, Jae. You're so desperate for me, you look like youāre about to come without me even touching you. What do you want, my prince? Hmm? Tell me."
"I⦠I need you to touch me, love. Please⦠I need it. I need you so much."
"You need who?" she asked, leaning closer to her boyfriend's vulnerable, naked body, her hips almost grazing his length.
"You, Mommyā¦" With that, she kissed him frantically again, her hand diving down to the base of his cock. Jake shivered at the sudden grip, every hair on his body standing on end as her long nails and cold rings traced the entire length of him. She pulled away from his lips and pressed her thumb firmly over the opening of his tip; Jake's eyes snapped shut as a loud moan escaped him.
She let go of him instantly and delivered a sharp slap right there, making the poor boy beneath her thighs cry out. "You are forbidden from making a sound, Sim Jake. And I never told you to stop looking at me. Don't make me angry."
He nodded, watching her with eyes glassy from arousal, a small pout forming on his lips. She took him in her hand again and stroking him for a long timeāslowly, torturously. She intentionally ran the tips of her nails over the protruding veins of his flesh and pressed against the opening once more. She watched him sternly, hunting for any slip of sound; the poor boy had to bite his lip so hard to keep his tongue from betraying him.
"Such a good boy."
She stepped away to undress, leaving herself only in her underwearāthat black lingerie set Jake loved with his soul. A shiver of heat raced through him as he watched her look so devastatingly sensual, knowing he didn't even have the chance to reach out and touch her.
"Do you like what you see, Jakey?" He nodded frantically, remaining silent. "Good. Enjoy it, darling. Because in a little while, you won't even be able to do that."
She returned her hand to his aching cock and began to stroke him frantically, her grip tight as she pumped up and down. She watched him melt under her command, struggling to hold back his moans. He failed on the very last tug; a bolt of electricity shot down his spine to his core, making his thighs tremble. He came loudly and violently over her hand and his own abdomen. She let go and stepped back from the bed.
"I told you not to make a noise. Youāre a bad boy... and bad boys deserve a punishment, my sweet Jakey."
She pulled a long, dark strip of fabric from the box. Climbing back over Jakeāwho was still struggling to catch his breathāshe tied the blindfold over his eyes, leaving him completely submissive to her will. Jake thought she might finally mount him (or perhaps that was just his wishful thinking), but she had other plans.
Without warningāand amplified by the fact that he was now in total darknessāhe let out a sharp moan, gritting his teeth as a sudden vibration hit the tip of his cock. His girlfriend was now using the very same vibrator on him that he usually used on her.
Without a doubt, this was the best day of his fucking life.
"No moaning, Jake." She moved the toy in circles around the sensitive, flushed head of his member, which was already slick with pre-cum again. She trailed it slowly down his length, letting it rest just beneath his testicles. It was on the lowest setting, yet Jake felt like he might lose control of his bladder right then and there. She lowered her head, peppering his length with kisses but never taking him inside her mouth. "Iām not going to suck it, so donāt even hope for that."
Jake couldn't help a low moan as the vibrations intensified. He could feel his muscles twitching under the buzz, his skin tingling with the onset of a second orgasm. When he moaned again, she responded with a sharp, hard smack against his cock. He gasped in surprise; he was so sensitive and weak that he felt as if a stray breeze would make him come again.
She struck him again, this time with a crop sheād taken from the box. With its heart-shaped tip, she caressed him, pushing her beautiful boyfriend over the edge once more. His lower abdomen tightened as he panted loudly, his release cascading over himself in a hot, frantic rush.
She swiped some of the semen from his stomach, using the leather of the crop to smear it up his sweat-drenched body. When she flicked his nipples, a shiver forced his legs to snap shut. She struck his inner thighs hard. "Open your damn legs for me, prince. Don't disappoint me."
She continued to toy with his body, giving him small, rhythmic taps with the crop until she reached his lipsāpouted, swollen, and devastatingly hot. "Lick it," she commanded. And he did.
She tossed the vibrator and the crop somewhere across the room. Sinking her weight onto Jakeās trembling thighs, she kissed him againāthis time, more gently, with a lingering tenderness. She ground her damp heat against his overstimulated length, and Jake let out a ragged pant, straining against the handcuffs that held him. She noticed. "What is it, prince? Do you have something to tell me, love?"
"Love, please... Please, Mommy..."
She pulled the blindfold from his eyes. Oh, those eyes. Jake looked completely undone; he was practically crying, his lashes damp and the corners of his eyes flushed a deep, pretty red. "Let me inside you... I need it."
She kissed him softly. "Are you sure, prince? Can you handle it?" He nodded with a pout, stretching his neck to seek her lips, but she pulled back. "No, no. I'm the one in charge today. But... Iāll indulge my boy. I love you, my Jaeyunie."
She pushed her lace panties aside and guided him in, taking his entire length as she sat down on him. "Oh... God... Y-yes, Mommy... C-can I be loud?" he pleaded, his bound hands instinctively twitching as they tried to reach for her hips, uselessly.
She nodded, kissing his pulse point. "Yes, my prince. Let the neighbors hear us. Let them all know that in this house, Iām the one who commands."
She began to ride him with a frantic pace, bracing herself against the wall in front of her, chasing the rhythm that made her see stars. But it was Jake who was truly seeing starsāmoaning and growling loudly. His palms itched to touch her and his legs shook, but having his woman over him, riding him so ruthlessly, turned him on beyond words. The kisses on his sensitive neck were the final blow to his sanity. "Oh... Mhmm... Ah-ah... love, I'm... I'm close," he whispered breathlessly against her ear. She stopped instantly. "Love... no, please, I'm right there."
She made a silencing gesture with her hand. Leaning down to the level of his cock, she gripped the base with one hand while the other palm rubbed his tip with lightning speed. Jake let out a gut-wrenching cry, tears finally spilling over. "Oh God, Oh G-god... Mmg..." As his release began to fire, she guided him to her mouth, taking him in and swallowing every last drop. "Mgh.. Uhh... You're the best... I love you, I love you."
She smiled. "I love you so much too, my prince⦠What do you say? One last thing?"
He nodded. In truth, he was exhausted and utterly spent, but he could never say no to his beautiful girlfriend. She finally released him from the handcuffs, and Jake didn't hesitate for a second, his hands finding her waist as he devoured her mouth. He was hungry for herāhe would never tire of being hungry for her.
"Fuck me on all fours, Jake. That's an order."
Jake smirked against her lips, flipping her onto her stomach and pulling her panties down. "Iām here to please my woman..." He finished the thought by burying himself inside her, finally able to grip her hips and kiss her without end.
Jake would definitely mark this experience in his imaginary book of 'Things I must repeat at least twice a month with my girlfriend to be happy.'
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ąØą§ content tags/warnings: hyung line x reader, reader is horny and desperate, alcohol.
ąØą§ explicit content (smut): porn with plot, gangbang, face fucking, facials, nipple play, fingering, oral fixation, unprotected sex, degrading language, pet names (baby, sweetheart, darling etc), double penetration, unprotected anal sex, slapping, handjob, overstimulation, squirting, creampie, this is straight up porn but have a potential romance at the end, sex aftercare. lmk if i missed something.
ąØą§ WORD COUNT: 9.4K !
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note: English isn't my first language, so if you find any mistakes I apologize, hehe, and I also welcome any corrections or tips from you.
If by some chance you're here and you speak Spanish, let me tell you that I do too, hehe, and that the Spanish version is available here.
"So, how did it go with Niki in the end?" Sunghoon asked, shoving a handful of chips into his mouth.
"Oh, she really doesn't want to talk about it," Heeseung replied, sprawled on the sofa. The girl was next to him, a slight blush on her cheeks, her eyes rolling, and sighing.
"It was total shit," she blurted out. "He rejected me for still being 'just a kid.'" Jake, sitting next to Sunghoon, let out a loud laugh. "That doesn't make any sense, does it?"
"Right, I mean, who wouldn't jump at the chance to be with a virgin?" Sunghoon commented, still eating. The girl huffed. āMen,ā she thought, forgetting that her best friends were just m e n.
"Don't be rude, Hoon, you're upsetting the poor girl." Jay entered the living room of Heeseung's apartment, where they were having a sleepover, carrying cans of beer and hitting his friend on the back of the head. Sunghoon didn't complain.
"Donāt worry. Someone else will come along who isnāt an asshole, or a jerk, or an idiot, or a creep, or a..."
"I get it, Jay, thanks..." the girl groaned. "I really thought he was interested."
"He was. Just in screwing you hard."
"Sunghoon!" the three guys around him snapped. Sunghoon just rolled his eyes. "Oh, screw you all. Don't act all high and mighty now. Itās the damn truth! Niki just wanted quick sex with her, and since she didnāt put out as easily as he expected, he ditched her."
"Sunghoon, you're not being very kind with your words..." Heeseung put his arm around his friend's shoulder. "Relax, screw Niki, you're a divine woman, beautiful, and you have a big heart, he's the one who's missing out."
"For Godās sake, Hee, there were more subtle ways to be a pussy." Jake teased, taking a sip of his beer.
She laughed; her friends were men, but they were good guys, no doubt.
"At least you didnāt sleep with someone who was just going to mess you around and then vanish. I guess that wouldāve been pretty cruel for you, knowing how you are."
Jay was right, that would have been horrible; her friend had strong feelings for that guy and discovering that he only wanted to use her was a blow to her pride.
"I don't want to talk about it anymore. God, it makes me nervous..." There was a brief silence, barely a minute. The guys waited; they knew the conversation wasn't over. "But you know what bothers me the most?"
They chuckled softly; their friend was so predictable.
"God! We were kissing and he lowered his hand, but I pulled away. I GOT COLD FEET, OKAY? āShe covered her face with both hands, frustrated. āI felt ready, yes. But I don't know, I don't know what happened.ā
āTake it as a sign that this wasn't the right path, that's all.āĀ Heeseung offered her his beer, and she took a long swig, annoyed, frustrated, and flushed. āSlow down.ā He laughed.
"Jesus, I must be the only girl on campus who's still a virgin. I need a boyfriend. Introduce me to one of your friends, Hoon. How about that guy with pretty eyes?
"Jungwon“s just like Niki, trust me. He fucks and runs."
"Men! All the same idiots."
The guys laughed loudly, Heeseung gently patted his friend's head. Jay sat down on their other free side, placing a palm on her knee, smiling.
"You don't need to rush; everyone goes at their own pace."
"You say that because you've already done it. You guys have all done it; I've heard every single one of your stories a thousand times."
"Like that time Hoon was screwing a freshman and his grandma walked into the room," Jake recalled, getting a shove from Sunghoon, who complained that they didn't need to bring that up, how embarrassing.
"Shut up, jerk. What about you? That time you couldn't get it up because you were high?"
"Oh, man, that girl was so hot on top of me, I looked like such a loser," he fake-cried, laughing. "But Jayās right, you don't have to stress about it. Itās just sex. Or what? Are you really that desperate for some dick?"
She opened her mouth to insult him, but closed it, looking away, blushing. She snatched the beer out of Heeseungās hand and took a gulp. Her friend laughed beside her.
"She is."
"Shut the hell up, idiots, youāre making me uncomfortable."
She huffed in annoyance, leaving the now empty can on the small table in front of her. She took advantage of him getting up to walk out of the room, heading towards Heeseung's room.
"I'm going to go change," she said, heading towards Heeseung's room.
When she returned, now wearing athletic shorts and an oversized t-shirt, her friends were already in comfortable clothes too. She sat back down between Heeseung and Jay, draping her legs over Jay's lap and her head on Hee's. Neither of them said a word or made a move; this familiarity was normal between them; they'd been friends for over ten years.
They watched a movie, chosen by Jake and Sunghoon. They all drank beer and ate chips, occasionally chatting about silly things to share a laugh. She got up from Heeseung's lap, drawing the attention of all four of them.
"I can't take this anymore," she murmured. "Help me, I'm fed up."
Jay, gently stroking her ankles, looked at her, confused. "What are you talking about?"
"Sex, Jay. Iāve been thinking... I donāt want my first time to be with some jerk whoās just going to mess me around and then disappear. Maybe itās better to do it with someone I know won't hurt me. Someone I trust and have a real connection with."
"Are you saying you want to sleep with one of us?" Jake blurted out, stunned. She nodded.
"You guys aren't idiots. Well, sometimes you are. But you wouldn't be cruel to me."
"Thatās it, no more beer for you. You're talking nonsense. The alcohol is getting to you." Heeseung took the beer from her hand. She rolled her eyes.
"I'm serious, Hee. It's just sex, right? Jake said so himself." Jake pointed at his own chest, surprised that they were ganging up on him with their eyes.
"Oh, come on! How many times have I let you guys use my room to get between a girl's legs? And all the times I introduced you to friends? I'm only asking for one thing."
Silence fell over the room. No one knew what to say. There was fear, tension, and a sudden, palpable heat. Jake looked at Sunghoon beside him, who was noticeably uncomfortable. Jay looked at his friend, then back at Heeseung behind her, who had stopped stroking her leg.
"With whom?" Jay finally blurted out, looking at her differently nowāno longer as just a friend.
She hesitated, avoiding his gaze. She hadn't really thought that far ahead. "Um... I don't know," she replied.
"Any of you is fine. I don't have anyone in particular in mind." Jake stood up, restless, his expression nervous. Heeseung stopped him. "Uh-uh. Not you. You're a savage; you're going to hurt her." Jake rolled his eyes, looking for an excuse to start a stupid argument with his friend.
Just then, Jay stood up, took her hand, and pulled her toward the bedroom.
"I'm borrowing your room, Hee," he called out when they were practically inside. He closed the door slowly, leaving it unlocked. She looked up at him, her nerves spiking.
"I'll ask just to be sure. Are you certain? Nothing's going to happen that you don't want."
She nodded; she was still hesitant, but backing out would only make things awkward. She smiled;an expression he found adorable, her cheeks flushed pink from the alcohol, her skin glowing. God, that did things to Jay. He didn't have to lie to himself: his best friend was breathtaking. The only thing that had held him back before was the friendship, but now that he had her consentānow that it was her ideaāhe wasn't going to hold back.
He pulled her closer, his hands settling on her waist. He searched her eyes for a few seconds, looking for any sign of regret. Finding none, he smiled and pressed his lips to hers. The kiss was gentle, almost hesitant at first, but Jay whispered, "Relax, it's okay." She let out a shaky sigh, trying to expel the anxiety, and began to follow his lead. Slowly, patiently. Jay relaxed, pulling back just an inch to breathe.
"Shall we continue?" He sought her silent approval, and she nodded. He shifted, one hand moving to the nape of her neck, the other firm on her waist, pulling their bodies flush together. He kissed her more desperately now, with a hunger that broke through his earlier calm. He slipped his tongue into her mouth, tasting the lingering sweetness of the beer, then pulled away to graze her lower lip with his teeth. He left a trail of kisses across her cheeks, her nose, her forehead, and down to her throat. She squirmed under his touch, letting out a small laugh. "Tickles," she apologized sheepishly. He smiled, pressing a reassuring kiss to her jawline, his lips leaving a damp trail down to the pulse point in her neck. Jay could feel her artery thrumming against his lips. He pulled back slightly, catching her look of disappointment at the distance. "To bed, Darling."
The nickname struck a chord; she felt a jolt of heat pulse through her, and they had barely even begun. She shuffled over to Heeseung's bed under Jay's intense gaze. He shed his shirt, pulling her against him on the mattress. He kissed her again, hungrier, thirstier. His hands drifted down to her waist, caressing the soft skin of her abdomen beneath her shirt. She felt a shiver, not the kind that brings laughter, but the kind that left her aching. Jay hovered over the hem of her shirt, his eyes meeting hers. "May I?"
She nodded, desperate for him to take control, needing to be cared for. He yanked the garment off, his breath hitching as he stared at his best friendās exposed chest. He licked his lips, devouring her with his gaze. The intensity made her pulse race; she needed his focus to stop lingering on her hardened nipples. He kissed her lips again, moving down with sudden desperation, licking and nibbling at her collarbones. Savoring her scent, he kissed the valley between her breasts, and, looking directly into her eyes, he drew his tongue across one aroused nipple, causing her to moan and tremble. He smiled, resting his teeth lightly against the tip before licking and teasing it, repeating the sequence on the other side, leaving her skin slicked.
He pulled back, his hand moving to the hem of her shorts, slowly dragging them down until they pooled on the floor.
Feeling exposed, she let out a sharp sigh. Jay kissed her thighs, his touch reverent, gradually moving upward. She felt his warm breath against her lace. He pressed a kiss to the center of her pantiesāsoaking wetāand used his fingers to part the fabric, exposing her. He ran his tongue between her lips, a low moan escaping her as she felt the strain of his own desire pushing against his jeans. He focused all his attention on her, kissing and tasting her, feeling her hands tangling into his hair, occasionally pushing him deeper. He was determined to make her feel completely worshipped, finding her most sensitive spot and sending electric shocks through her entire body.
"Jay... it's a lot..." she sighed, breathless. He pulled back just enough to look at her. "It's just the beginning, my love." Jay wet his fingers, guiding them to her entrance. "Breathe..." He pushed inside slowly, feeling her nervousness, tight heat close around him. He kissed her deeply to distract her from the intrusion. As she began to relax, he increased the rhythm, sliding in a second and then a third finger, the sensual sound of fluid and friction becoming rhythmic. Jay kissed her lips, her neck, her belly, massaging her clitoris with his thumb in slow, teasing circles. She began to tremble, her legs shaking uncontrollably until he finally pulled away.
"I'm going in, Darling." He promised his voice raw. "I'll be gentle." He shed his pants and boxers, finally revealing his arousalāhard and throbbing. He moved between her legs, and she wrapped them around his hips, pulling him close.
He stood firmly at the edge of the bed, grasping her hips to pull her closer. He pressed the tip of his cock against her entrance and entered her slowly, watching her face for any flicker of pain. She felt him stretch her; it was a dull, hot burn, but it wasn't pain. She took a deep, shuddering breath to release the tension. Jay pushed all the way in, a low moan escaping his throat as he waited for the right rhythm, easing into it slowly.
"Mhg~ Ja-Jay..." she whimpered, her eyes squeezed shut as her hand traced the muscles of his abdomen.
"Are you okay, darling?"
She nodded, moaning louder as he began to move. He was fully submerged, heavy and rhythmic. "More... more, Jay..." Those words were the green light he needed. He increased the pace and depth, his hips slamming into hers, causing her to cry out. He stroked her clitoris with his thumb in time with his thrusts. She tried to cover her mouth to stifle her screams, but he wouldn't let her. He pinned her wrists to the mattress, increasing his speed. "No, darling. I want to hear from you. Tell me, do you like it?"
"Y-yes... Mhg~ Jay, yes, I like it..." She could barely form the words, her mind clouded by the rush of heat flooding her body. It felt intense, overwhelming, and perfect.
"What do you like? Uhm? Tell me," he demanded, lowering his body until he could taste her lips, their moans blending together.
"Ghk! I like... how youāre filling me... hmh~."
That made him smile against her mouth, tugging at her lip with his teeth. He released her wrists to straighten up, catching her legs and pulling them over his shoulders, driving himself deeper, seeking that impossible connection. "Ugh~ Ja-jay... Ngh~ Iām going to..."
He could feel her body milking him, squeezing him so tightly it forced him to slow down. Her thighs began to tremble violently, and she let out a broken, intense cry. "That's it, baby... Cum on my cock. I love you; I love you..." He accelerated again, the wet, rhythmic slap of their bodies filling the room. "Ugh... I'm close, baby... ahh-ahh... I'm going to cum..."
Jay groaned, his pelvis hitting hers with one final, hard strike. As the tremors of her orgasm raced through her, he pulled back slightly, driving his final thrusts home until he groaned and flooded her abdomen with his warmth. Dazed, breathless, and slick with sweat, he remained still for a moment as the end of his release faded. He tapped his cock gently against her swollen, sensitive lips.
"Hmm... So, tell me, love, is everything alright?" he whispered, blinking through the haze of ecstasy. He brushed her hair away, smiling at her like a fool, and kissed her lips and cheeks with newfound tenderness. "Did you like it? Or was I an idiot?"
"No, Jay, you're not an idiot. Everything's fine... very fine," she answered, her throat dry, her cheeks still flushed. She smiled at him, soft and vulnerable. "I loved it. It met my expectations, and then some. I love you."
"I love you too, darling. Let me clean you up. I'll be right back."
Jay stood up, moving toward the door to grab a towel. He pulled it open, but he froze. Standing right there, staring back at him, was Jakeāwith his hand already down his own pants, his eyes dark and dilated.
"What are you doing? Thatās disgusting," Jay scolded, glancing over his shoulder toward the living room. Heeseung and Sunghoon were in the same state, both handling themselves. "You guys weren't exactly quiet, Jay." Jake countered, still pumping his cock, his eyes flicking toward the girl on the bed. "It's my turn now."
Jake moved to enter the room, but Jay stopped him, grabbing his arm in a possessive, tight grip. "You're not going to fuck her." Jake laughed sarcastically, raising an eyebrow. "And why not? You just did! And you made sure we all heard. Itās not fair."
"She asked me to," Jay justified.
Jake shook his head, jabbing a finger at him. "No, she said she was fine with any of us, and you just happened to be the one who took her." Jay sighed; he was too exhausted to argue, but Jake had a point.
"Fine. Ask her. But only if she wants to." Both boys turned to look at her. Under their intense gazes, she instinctively pulled her legs together to cover herself. "Tell him, darling," Jay said, his voice laced with possessiveness. "This savage wants to fuck you. Are you going to say no?"
She blinked, stunned by the irony of it allāhaving sex with her best friend in another best friend's bed while the other two listened from the living room. She flicked her gaze between Jay and Jake, her nerves burning at her fingertips. She was exposed, still sensitive, and completely overwhelmed. She swallowed hard. "I⦠I don't knowā¦" Jay smiled, trying to push the other boy back. "See? She doesn't want to. Let's go."
But the Australian wouldn't allow it. He shoved Jayās arm away, stepped into the room, and loomed over her, devouring her with his eyes. "Come on, gorgeous, don't leave me hanging. A little while ago, you were so eager for a cock you were willing to take any of ours." Jakeās voice was deep, gravelly, barely stroking his cock in front of her. "Why settle for one when you can have all four of us for the night?"
"Jake... I think you're pushing her too hard," Jay warned from the doorway. "Fine," she whispered, her voice barely audible. "I'll do it." Silence descended on the room. Feeling trapped, she avoided their eyes, pulling her arms around her chest.
"Say it again," Jake demanded, his hunger palpable. "I need to hear it again, and I swear to God, itāll be the best day of your life."
"I agree to have sex with you now, Jake," she stated, her heart hammering against her ribs. "And I agree to do it with the others... just for today."
That was all the Australian needed. He grabbed her face with both hands and kissed her roughly, desperately. "Fuck," he groaned against her lips. "I'm not promising to be gentle. But if I do something wrong, you can kick my balls." That made her laugh, a soft, nervous sound. She nodded.
Jake continued kissing her, practically devouring her mouth, seeking to taste every inch of her. He nibbled at her lips, not even letting her breathe. With one hand on her waist and the other cupping her breast, he squeezed hard, pinching her nipple between his fingers until she stifled a gasp. She unconsciously began rubbing her pussy against the sheets, and Jake, noticing the rhythm of her hips, pulled away, halting all action.
"Weāre going to do this, beautiful..." He circled the bed, climbing onto the mattress from behind to press his chest against her bare back. "Open your legs for your audience." In front of her, near the door, stood Jay, staring intensely, his cock already hard again. Behind him, Heeseung and Sunghoon were in the same state, watching with hungry eyes. The sheer weight of their attention made her heart hammer against her ribs. Avoiding their gaze, she sat up straight, spreading her legs as instructed.
Jake mirrored her, sitting up behind her. He grabbed her knees, pulling them wide to expose her completely to the other three. He leaned in, kissing and biting at her shoulder. He brought two fingers to her mouth. "Suck," he ordered. She obeyed, licking both fingers until they were slick with her saliva. He teased her mouth for a moment before pulling them out with a wet, sharp pop. He dragged his dripping fingers down to her wet pussy, delivering a stinging slap that made her jump.
"Hmm, look at you, already jumping," he rasped. "I can't even imagine what Iām going to do to you later." He rubbed his fingers up and down the length of her cuntāslowly at first, then suddenly driving them inside with incredible speed.
"OhāAHH~!" she cried out, her muscles clenching, her legs trying to instinctively snap shut. Jake slowed his pace, circling her entrance with his fingertips before driving his fingers deep again, biting hard into her shoulder to stifle her moan.
"Do you like it, beautiful? Uhm? Do you like how I'm touching you while the others watch? You're so turned on; you're definitely enjoying this."
His fingers worked her entrance roughly, sliding in and out, pausing every few seconds to curl into hooks against her sensitive walls. Heeseung moved closer, climbing onto the bed with his cock already in his hand, guiding it toward her lips. "Suck it," he ordered in a low, rough voice. She didn't hesitate, opening her mouth to receive his swollen length. "Ohh... Umh~ thatās it, baby." He held her head firmly in both hands, setting the rhythm. He pulled her back, only to drive himself deeper into her mouth, letting her tongue swirl around the sensitive tip. "Do it again, and Iāll blow your mouth apart, I swear. Youāre going to feel every bit of me."
It was a threat she decided to take as a challenge. She licked from base to tip, leaving a lingering kiss on the head of his cock, locking eyes with Heeseung as she teased him. She swirled her tongue around his opening, and Heeseung trembled on the mattress, his own fist tightening around the base of his shaft.
"Open wide for me, baby. Breathe through your nose." She obeyed, parting her lips as wide as she could without scraping him with her teeth. Heeseung thrust deep into her throat, forcing a gag reflex, but he didn't let her pull away. He began to pound into her mouth, his movements so rhythmic and forceful that his nose brushed against her chin. "Hmh⦠ohh~, baby, I'm gonna... ugh~, I'm gonna cum." He continued to thrust, his pace becoming desperate. "You're going to swallow it all for me, right? Because you're a good girl, aren't you?." She nodded, her throat working around his cock, her mouth vibrating with every movement, while Jakeās fingers continued their work inside her, leaving her feeling exquisitely overwhelmed. Heeseung thrust his hips a few more times before he spilled inside her, deep and relentless, emptying himself until the very last drop. He pulled his cock from her mouth, which was left swollen and flushed. He smiled, pressing a tender kiss to her forehead. "Beautiful. Youāre so beautiful."
"Get off, Jake" Sunghoon commanded, appearing behind him. Jake huffed, pulling his hand away from her and sliding off the bed. Heeseung retreated as well, stepping back to watch. Sunghoon immediately moved in, his skin hot against hers as he stroked her back, leaving a trail of kisses along her shoulder. "Sit on my face, honey."
"Huh?" she breathed, turning to look at him. Sunghoon was completely naked, his expression dark and hungry. He smiled, showing his fangs, and pressed a brief, possessive kiss to her lips. ""Sit on my face, love. I'm going to eat that pussy now." He lay back against the pillows, gesturing for her to straddle him. She positioned her knees on either side of his head, hovering for a heartbeat. Even before she settled, she could feel his warm breath ghosting over her entrance. He gripped her waist, burying his face against her, his nose brushing rhythmically against her clitoris. She let out a broken moan. Sunghoon parted her, his tongue sweeping from side to side before diving deep inside.
"Ohh... God, Hoon... I-I can't," she gasped, her teeth chattering. He was too close, the friction of his nose and the heat of his tongue driving her wild. She buried her hands in her own hair, tugging at the roots as he caught her clitoris between his lips, pulling at it with rhythmic pressure. "Mmm... ohh..." Jay and Jake approached, taking her hands and guiding them to their cocks.
"Make us feel good, darling," Jay whispered, kissing her lips with that familiar, gentle heat. She moved her hands over her friends' erections, her touch growing desperate as she began to masturbate them. Sunghoon reached up, pinching one of her nipples, while Jake leaned in to lick the other.
Her warning came too late. The orgasm hit her like a tidal waveāa fluttering deep in her belly and electric tingles that shot straight to her clitoris. Sunghoon didn't let up, catching every shudder and moan. Her legs pressed against his shoulders, trembling as she melted into him, her body completely surrendering to the sensation. Jake, his eyes locked on the spectacle, released his own hand to stroke himself fiercely, his gaze wild with hunger.
"Open your tight little for me, beautiful." She obeyed, parting her lips and letting her tongue tease the air. The Australian gave one final, forceful pump, letting his semen shoot toward her face. Most of it landed in her mouth, with a few stray drops staining her cheeks. When he was spent, he dragged the head of his cock along her skin, collecting the excess, and pressed the still-laden tip against her lips. "Swallow it all, beautiful."
Sunghoon and Jake pulled back, finally giving her a brief respite. Her head was lost in the clouds, her body trembling, still humming with residual heat. Heeseung, sitting against the headboard, patted her thighs, his cock hard once again.
"Up, baby. Show me how well you can ride me." She crawled toward him, positioning herself over his lap. Heeseung guided his tip to her entrance, leaving the responsibility of the connection to her. "I'm all yours, baby. My cock belongs to you now. Jump on me until I can't take any more."
She lowered herself slowly. The angle stretched her in a way Jay hadn't, and as she sank down, she felt him penetrate her to the hilt. Both of them let out a shuddering sigh. She moved her hips in slow, deliberate circles, adjusting to his size, before beginning a steady up-and-down motion that was pure torture for him. Heeseung watched her, his hands kneading her breasts, licking and biting at her erect nipples, his eyes locked on her face as she surrendered to the movement. "Look at me, baby." She opened her eyes, meeting his gaze. Heeseung gripped her wrists, pulling them behind her back, and thrust his hips upward to meet her. "Faster, baby. Harder." She used her knees for momentum, bouncing on him, sliding in and out with a wet, rhythmic squelching sound that filled the room.
"Ohh... hah~ Hee... ugh..." Heeseung released her wrists, gripping her hips instead, and adjusted himself to lie flat against the mattress for a better view. He lifted her hips slightly, never withdrawing, and began to thrust upwardāhard, fast, frantic. The sound of her buttocks slapping against his thighs stripped him of his control; the sight of her breasts bouncing frantically hastened his second climax of the night. "Ohh... ohh... baby, I'm going to cum." Pressing his hands into her hips, he pulled her down onto him with a rough, final surge. She screamed as he hit the spot she couldn't hide from. "Hee... AAH! There... right there, Heeseung... please!" He smiled victoriously, having found her sweet spot. He accelerated, thrusting harder, faster, deeper, until his own body began to spasm. He held her tight, his balls hitting her rhythmically as he emptied himself deep inside her. The walls of her canal squeezed him, forcing him to hold her close, gasping against her shoulder as he collapsed. He pulled her down, hugging her against his chest, pressing tender kisses to her damp skin. "Good girl. So good, baby. You sucked me dry." He laughed, his voice ragged with exhaustion, as he continued to pepper her shoulder with kisses.
"Okay, that's enough. I've been waiting to sink into that fucking cunt ever since she floated the idea in the living room," Jake complained, standing at the edge of the bed, his hand already on his cock. "Heeseung, off. Now."
Heeseung laughed and moved her off him, pressing one last kiss to her lips before pulling away. Jake climbed onto the bed, naked and predatory, moving her across the sheets. He gave her ass a light, stinging pat. "Lift that ass for me, gorgeous. I'm going to fuck you so hard you'll forget your own name." She shifted onto her hands and knees, face down, feeling the heat rise to her face and neck. The weight of the position felt heavy, exposing her in a way that made her pulse thunder. The other three were watching, their hands working themselves as they stared. Jake grabbed her hips, staring down at her dripping entrance. "It looks better from this angle, no doubt," he rasped. "And youāre soaked." He slapped her right buttockāhardāmaking her gasp as a red mark bloomed on her already sensitive skin. "So tell me, how does it feel to have the attention of your four best friends? Huh? You like it. You love it. You're giving yourself to us like a total slut. Friend."
"Shut your mouth, Jake," she choked out, her body burning. He slapped her again, and again, his palm stinging against her flesh until her skin was flushed. "Ask me for it." He positioned his cock right at her entrance, teasing her. "Beg me to put it in. Do it." He leaned down to kiss the back of her neck, his hands tracing the line of her spine.
"Shit, Jake... please. Just do it," she whispered, her hips already arching, seeking him. "I don't understand. What do you want? Hmm?"
"Put your cock in me, Jake. Please... fuck me. Hard. Fast."
"Whatever my little girl wants," he grinned.
He thrust inārough and suddenāpractically piercing her. The impact forced a heart-wrenching scream from her lungs. She buried her head in the pillows for a second, and when she looked up, tears were streaming down her cheeks from the sheer intensity.
"Jake! You're hurting her, you idiot!" Jay shouted, his voice laced with anger, while Heeseung stepped forward as if ready to pull him off.
"Of course I'm not. The little slut is just exaggerating," Jake panted, already beginning to move with frantic, heavy thrusts. "She loves it when I ram it in all the way. Right, my love?"
"Ugh... yes... it'sāit's okay... shit... just like that... fuck, Jake... ohh..." She was too dazed by the force of him to speak clearly, her voice breaking with every strike.
"Sunghoon. Put your cock in her mouth so this whore stops crying."
Sunghoon approached, crouching down to her level. He caressed her cheeks, wiping away the tears with his thumbs before kissing her tenderly to stifle the moans escaping her. When he pulled back, he brushed his cock against her cheek with a few light slaps. He smiled as she, on her own, sought him out, taking his throbbing length into her mouth and swallowing him whole.
"Ugh... for your first time, you're doing so well, love." He stroked her hair, visibly turned on by the sight of her working on him while Jakeās cock sank deep inside her from behind. She didn't even need to move her hips; Jakeās brutal thrusts did all the work, forcing her onto Sunghoon with every strike. "Ngh... A-Augh!, J-Jake," she sobbed as his thumb suddenly plunged into her ass, forcing the opening. "Sorry, love, but I can't hold back..." he rasped, massaging her in tight circles before pushing his finger deeper, hooked against her walls.
"Gah...! Mmm... ohh... Jake... m-more... please, more! Ahh!" she moaned shamelessly, her voice echoing through the room. By then, Heeseung and Jay were right beside Sunghoon. Jake, still hammering into her soaking pussy, gathered her hair in his fist and pulled her back until her spine pressed against his chest, continuing the brutal rhythm.
"Look at them, love. Look at them touching themselves while they watch us fuck." Jake smiled darkly, biting her earlobe and sucking on her neck. Jay took her hand, guiding it to himself, and she complied instantly. Heeseung and Sunghoon each claimed a nipple. āAhhā¦Ā ohh~Ā , ohh⦠God,Ā ohh God..ā The girl felt that familiar electric shock againāracing from the base of her neck, down her spine, to her abused cunt. She trembled violently under Jake's grip. "Jake! Jake! Jake!" He pushed her down again, forcing her onto her hands and knees and shoving her head back toward Sunghoonās cock. "Grab it, you whore. If you could see yourself right now... crying and screaming my name while I tear you apart, mouth busy with one cock and hands with another." He laughed mockingly, slapping her ass over and over. " Ahh~ Ahh⦠Such a fucking slut. And you love it."
Jake pulled out suddenly, leaned down, and spat on her pussy before slapping her sensitive lips hard. Sunghoon, meanwhile, gripped the back of her neck, trembling as he bit his own lip. He pulled out of her mouth and came across her face, splattering her skin. "Ugh... total slut." He ran his fingers over her face, then shoved them into her mouth so she could taste him completely. "Good girl, baby."
"I'm not finished with you yet, though, gorgeous." Jake hugged her from behind, holding her limp, sweaty body against his chest. He took his aching cock and pressed it against her second entrance. "You're going to have to breathe deep, love. I won't get in if you tense up. Come on, darling... open up for me." As he began to slide into her tight opening, Jake groaned, the pressure almost making him lose his mind. "Ohh... Jake... no, I can't... Jake, no... A-Augh! It hurts..."
Jay moved closer, kissing her lovingly to distract her. He took her hands, letting her dig her nails into his skin as she moaned against his lips. "You can do it, love. You're doing great."
He was almost completely inside her now. She felt stretched, irritated, and overwhelmed. For a moment, neither moved. "Beautiful, Iām going to move now. I need you to scream my name as loud as you can, and I'll come just for you." Jake began to move slowly, carefully, waiting for her to relax. Jay took control, kissing her and kneading her breasts while Heeseung gently caressed her clitoris from below. When the tension finally left her shoulders, Jake began to thrust deeper, faster, harder.
"Hah... Jake... Jake! Ohh!" That was it. Jake finally released inside her, his body spasming. Kissing her shoulder and cheek, he pulled out of her aching body and rubbed his cock against her pussy. "God, Jake, don't do that. I'm right here," Heeseung complained from below, having been tending to her the whole time. "Better get off."
The boy, still breathless from his release, laid her down beside him on the bed, peppering her face with kisses. Heeseung moved to switch places with him, leaning his back against the headboard. "Sunghoon, help her... on top of me." Sunghoon gripped her waist, lifting her to sit on Heeseung's lap. He stayed right behind her, his hard cock pressing firmly against the cleft of her ass. "Love, tell me... do you want to take us both at the same time?" Heeseung looked deep into her eyes, that intense, unyielding stare he got when he wanted something. Sunghoon was behind her, his fingers teasing her weak, slick entrance, which was still dripping with the semen of the previous rounds. "I asked you a question. Answer me." He spoke again, but this time his eyes were filled with desire.
"Yes... I will, Hee... both of you. Yes." Heeseung smiled, kissing her lips before affectionately rubbing his nose against hers.
"Like a total slut. Yes." Sunghoon spat on her back, guiding his cock into her before thrusting home. "Ohh... fuck... it's better than any other cunt Iāve ever touched." Without moving, she felt the tip of Heeseung's cock asking for permission to enter alongside him. She writhed, her body stretching to accommodate the two of them at once. They began to move, trying to find a shared rhythm. As one pushed in, the other withdrew, a relentless cycle. "Umh... hmh... guys... it's a lot. T-too much..." Heeseung kissed her desperately, pulling her back against his chest. "You can do it, like the fucking whore you are. You're taking two at once. Two fucking cocks in your cunt. Fucking whore, that's what you are." Sunghoon threw his head back as he moved, his spit landing on her skin. With each thrust, he tried to sink deeper, the friction of their bodies rubbing together becoming almost unbearable.
"Hoon... don't call her that. She's not a whore. She's our little doll." Heeseung defended her. For him, the dynamic was different; he wanted to tear her body apart, but never her feelings. "Ohh... ohh... God, I'm close, love. I'm close!"
"Do it. Do it on us, baby. And we'll fill you up again." Sunghoon roughly squeezed the back of her neck, spreading her cheeks wide as he watched them slide in and out of her together. Her legs trembled for the countless time that night. She buried her face in Heeseung's shoulder as they continued to pump inside her. Heeseung came first, followed quickly by Sunghoon. They thrust a few more times after climaxing, slowly withdrawing from her. The weight of her body went completely limp against them.
She felt defeated, weak, and utterly spent. She clung awkwardly to Heeseung's sweaty frame while Sunghoon pulled away. "Oh God, look at all that semen spilling out of her," Jake remarked from the side. "You asked for one cock and got four. Plenty of girls would kill to be in your place, love."
"Shut up, Jake," she snapped, her voice raspy. Heeseung stroked her head affectionately. "I can't take any more, guys... please."
"One last thing," Jay interjected, his voice firm. "On your knees. Right here on the floor. Now."
She lifted her head, pouting at Heeseung, who only smiled and kissed her forehead. "This is it, and then weāre done, love."
She nodded, awkwardly shifting from Heeseung's lap and getting off the bed to kneel on the carpet, still breathless. She just needed this to be over. The four boys surrounded her like a wall of heat. Jay, who had orchestrated this final scene, pressed his cock against her swollen, pouting lips. "Suck it. You're the only one who hasn't taken care of me with your mouth yet, love."
"You were literally the first one to fuck her, what are you even talking about?" Jake complained, though he didn't move away. She took Jayās cock in her hand, licking from the base to the tip, where precum was already oozing. She took him deep into her throat, sucking fast and loud, the heat of her mouth drawing a groan from him. Jay pulled out with a wet pop, immediately guiding the back of her neck toward Jake. Jake groaned as he felt her teeth graze his sensitive skin. "Don't bite me, sweetheart. I know you like having a cock in your mouth, but you don't actually eat it." He laughed, his fingers tangling in her hair as he dictated her movements, forcing her to take all of him. He held her there for a few seconds until she choked, then released her abruptly, watching a silver trail of saliva spill from her lips. "Now for your favorite, love." He pushed her toward Heeseung, who was watching her like a predator watching its prey. She opened her mouth for him, but Heeseung pulled back just out of reach, a smirk playing on his lips.
"Oh, look at her, Hee. She gets mad if you don't give it to her," Jake laughed, masturbating beside them. "Ask me for it, love. Ask me to give it to you. Go ahead," Heeseung ordered, his eyes boring into hers. She swallowed hard, her thighs slick. She was exhausted, yet her body still hummed with excitement. He waited, tilting his head. "Please, Hee..."
"Please what? I can't hear you. A little while ago you were screaming with two cocks inside you, and now you can't talk?"
"Please, Heeseung... fuck my mouth. Please, I need it. I need you." His expression softened instantly. He brought his cock to her lips, panting. "Good girl. Now, take a deep breath." Obeying his command, she inhaled through her nose just as the hot tip of his penis hit the back of her throat, forcing a gag. He didn't let her recoil, thrusting steadily. Jay and Jake moved in on either side, taking her hands and guiding them to their own lengths. With clumsy, tired movements, she worked both of them while Heeseung dominated her mouth.
"I have an idea. Just leave the tip in, Hee," Sunghoon interjected, eager for his turn. Heeseung complied, leaving only the sensitive head of his cock on her tongue. Sunghoon immediately pressed his own right next to it. "Suck it. Take both at once, like the slut you are." She rolled her eyes, annoyed by his attitude even now, but that was just Sunghoon. She took both of them as best she could, their tips stretching her mouth to its limit. Her cheeks were strained, and saliva dripped down her chin in a messy, wet display of total surrender.
"Take all four, love. Come on," Jake urged, his fingers tangling in her hair.
She pulled the two cocks from her mouth, switching her focus to the other two. Now, she was masturbating Heeseung and Sunghoon with frantic, tired hands. She let go of Sunghoon for a moment to refocus on Jay, taking him all the way down, swirling her tongue around his tip until he gasped. "Ohh... Keep going with the other one, love," Jay panted, his voice breaking. "We're going to come all over your pretty face." She released Jay, opening her mouth for Sunghoon again. Ella worked him from base to tip, over and over, sucking the head while her hand pumped his shaft. "Damn... almost there, almost there," he groaned, pulling back to let her continue with Jake. Jake forced her mouth to close as tightly as possible around him, thrusting his cock into her cheek until a protruding bump formed against her skin. "Fuck, love... ugh. I could stay in here all day. I love you." The visual was enough to make his muscles lock. He finally let her go, stepping back to finish masturbating on his own.
Finally, she was back in front of Heeseung. He stroked her chin, his thumb trailing over her flushed cheeks and swollen, glistening lips. She didn't expect the slap; it wasn't hard, just a sharp, stinging tap. Under the watchful eyes of the other threeāall of them on the verge of climaxāHeeseung slapped her other cheek, leaving two distinct red marks on her skin.
"You love this, don't you? You're enjoying it so much," he whispered, his eyes dark with adoration and lust. "I love you. Be a good girl and open your mouth for us." She obeyed, parting her lips and sticking out her tongue, waiting. Jay was the first. He pumped his cock, ejaculating across her face until he was spent. He let her suck the tip one last time before pulling away, making room for Jake and Sunghoon. Both stood on either side of her, spilling their essence over her skin, aiming everywhere but her mouth. When they finished, they both slapped their heavy, wet lengths against her sticky cheeks. Heeseung finished the cycle. He gave his cock one last, desperate stroke before unloading onto her lips, shoving his length deep into her throat one final time as he came. He pulled out slowly, his body sagging with total exhaustion.
A few minutes passed where the only sound in the room was their ragged, synchronized breathing. As the pleasure slowly faded, a heavy sense of shame began to settle in. She ran a hand over her face, trying to wipe away the stickiness that adorned it; one eye stung, and her throat felt like sandpaper. She didn't dare get up, staring at the floor, focusing on the carpet patterns to keep from dying of embarrassment.
Heeseung was the first to move. He took her gently by the waist, carrying her to the bathroom. He turned on the tap, waiting for the water to warm. As he stroked her hairādamp with sweat and fluidsāshe avoided his gaze, and he didn't force it. He understood the shift; the ecstasy had worn off, and reality had set in.
Once the tub was full, he helped her clean herself, running a sponge soaked in vanilla-scented soap over her aching body. When he reached her lower half, she snapped back to awareness, reflexively closing her legs. She took the sponge from him, rubbing the area herself, her face contorting. It hurtāa dull, throbbing heat. While she worked slowly, Heeseung washed her hair with his coconut shampoo, massaging her scalp. He watched as she closed her eyes and melted into the gesture. He loved taking care of her, even if he wasn't ready to admit how fast it made his heart race.
When he finished, he left her to finish in private, leaving a T-shirt and a pair of his athletic shorts for her. Back in the room, he found Sunghoon and Jake sprawled out, already fast asleep, while Jay sat on the small sofa, dressed in his pants.
"SheĀ“s okay?" Jay asked. Heeseung nodded. "God, get dressed. I don't want to see your dick right nowāor theirs." Heeseung chuckled, pulling on some clothes.
Ten minutes later, she appeared, swallowed by her friend's oversized clothes, drying her hair with a towel. Clean now, the marks on her thighs and neck were impossible to miss. She realized Heeseung and Jay were staring and felt a wave of panic.
"Okay, stop staring at me. Or I'm going to cry," she complained, pouting. They both laughed; she looked adorable. Jay disappeared into the bathroom, leaving them alone. "Come on, I'll help you," Heeseung offered with a sweet smile. She sat on the sofa, and he positioned himself behind her to dry her hair. "Everything alright? Was there... anything you didn't like? I mean, Jake and Sunghoon were pretty rough... don't take them seriously, they say that stuff to everyone."
"It's fine, Hee. Don't worry." She sighed. "I'm so tired. Even my eye hurts. Look, it's red." He leaned in to check. It was indeed bloodshot. He suspected someoneās aim had been a bit too true during that last round, but he wasn't going to remind her of that now. "I need to sleep for two days straight, I swear."
He began brushing her hair gently. "Hey... would it be weird if I asked for a kiss now? I mean, a real one... don't get me wrongā" She smiled, amused. She loved seeing him nervous. She nodded and leaned in, meeting his lips in an awkward, soft kiss. Heeseung sighed into it, taking her chin to deepen the kiss, making it gentle and full of an affection that had been missing in the chaos. When they broke apart, he peppered her face with kissesāher cheeks, her forehead.
"Hee, stop," she laughed softly, "or we'll start a new round, and believe me, I'm completely out of energy." Heeseung chuckled, nodding as he pulled her close to just hold her.
The next morning, she woke up in Heeseungās bed, his arms wrapped around her from behind, holding her so tightly it was as if he feared she might disappear. They were the only two left in the room. She tried to sit up, but his grip on her waist only tightened. "Hee, wake up," she whispered, her voice raspy. She had to clear her throat and gently shake his shoulder to pull him from sleep. "Are you awake yet?"
"Good morning, beautiful," he rasped, his voice thick with sleep. She felt her cheeks burn a bright pink. He stared at her with an intensity that made her heart skipāas if something had permanently clicked in his mind. He only snapped out of it when she tried to stand and stumbled backward with a sharp groan.
"Uh... Ouch!" she cried out, clutching her lower abdomen. Heeseung was on his feet in a second, eyes wide. "Damn it, are you okay? What hurts? Did we... did we hurt you? I swear, if we did, Iāll go and cut their dicks off right now."
She laughed despite the pain, shaking her head. "I'm fine. I mean, yes, it hurts, but it's not life or death. I just really need to pee. Urgently." She scrambled toward the bathroom, but Heeseung wasn't convincedāespecially when he spotted a small bloodstain on the sheets and more evidence in the bathroom trash. He decided to keep it to himself for now; he didn't want to embarrass her in front of the others.
Jay cooked lunch for the group. They all sat together in the dining room, the atmosphere a strange mix of domesticity and lingering tension. "Slow down... you're going to choke," Jake teased, watching her eat with a desperate energy. "Shut up. I'm obviously starving," she snapped, a piece of meat still in her mouth as she glared at him. "So... how are you feeling?" Jake asked, leaning in.
"Holy crap! Could you... just stop asking me? Please."
"We're just worried about you, darling," Jay said smoothly, placing a fresh piece of steak on her plate with a smile. "I'm fine, guys. Really."
"Exactly. You don't have to be embarrassed; we're your friends, after all," Jake said, patting her head. "Well, the concept of 'friendship' has escalated quite a bit, hasn't it?" she muttered, rolling her eyes. Sunghoon held out a piece of vegetable with his chopsticks, offering it to her. She shook her head. "I have my own, thanks."
"Eat," Sunghoon commanded, moving the chopsticks closer. "Last night you were all excited; donāt start acting delicate now."
"Hoon, leave her alone," Heeseung scolded. She sighed and took the bite. "Ah! I just remembered," Jake murmured, lowering his voice. "I didn't... hurt you, did I? I mean, you know. Back there." She choked on her water, her face turning a deep shade of crimson. "Everythingās fine. Just... a little pain. I hope it goes away soon because Iām trying really hard to stay seated right now."
Jake laughed, throwing an arm around her shoulders. "Sooooo sorry. I got carried away. But at least tell me you liked it. Come on, tell me. Please." She hesitated for a second, tapping her chin as if deep in thought. "It was awful. I'm never letting it happen again."
Jake looked genuinely wounded, his face contorting with mock offense while the other three roared with laughter. "You're such a liar. Do I really have to remind you how you were screaming my name? 'Stick your dick in me, Jake, please, fuck me,'" he mocked, pitch-shifting his voice to an exaggerated, breathy tone.
He immediately received a punch to the chest. Annoyed and blushing, she turned to Heeseung for help. "Hee! Jake's bothering me. Say something to him!"
"Jake, bother her again and I'll cut your dick off, I swear. The knife is right here," Heeseung scoffed, gesturing toward the kitchen counter. "Party pooper. Fine, I'll shut up," Jake muttered, though he was still grinning.
"What's going on with you two, anyway? You're being all lovey-dovey," Sunghoon pointed out, leaning back. "Heeseung literally kicked us all out of his room so he could sleep alone with you. And now you're asking him to defend you? Please. Last night it was all, 'Please, Heeseung, fuck my mouth with your cockā'"
"Okay! Thatās it. Iām leaving," she snapped, standing up and ready to grab her things. "I hate you all. Don't ever speak to me again." But before she could take a step, Heeseungās hands caught her wrists, pulling her back into a firm hug. She let out a huff but buried her face in his chest anyway. "Shut your mouths or Iāll hit you," Heeseung warned the others. "And no, we're not 'in love.' Itās called being considerate, Sunghoon. You should try it sometime."
After the drama settled, the others finally headed to their respective homes. Jay offered to drive her, but she refused, choosing to stay a little longer. Heeseung was at the sink washing the dishes when he felt her arms wrap around his waist from behind. He stopped, drying his hands to turn around and cup her face. He gave her a quick, sweet kiss. "Hee..." she murmured. "Tell me, baby."
"You're the best. I just wanted to tell you... thanks for taking care of me. I appreciate it."
"You're welcome, baby," he chuckled softly, his thumb stroking her cheek. "It's the least I could do after everything we did. Besides, I love you. You're my best friend... I'd be an idiot if I wasn't kind to you."
"Uhm, yeah... best friends..." She looked at him intently, her brow furrowing. "Why do I feel different with you? I mean, I don't know... this feels... ugh. Never mind. Forget it."
He smiled, tilting her chin up to kiss her againāthis time faster, with more hunger and a depth of feeling that hadn't been there before. "Fuck it," he whispered against her lips. "You can't be just my 'best friend' again after this. I mean, I had my cock in your pussy and your throat. Thereās nothing friendly about that." She punched his chest again, though there was no force behind it. "Heeseung! Don't remind me!"
"New round? Just you and me?" he teased with a mischievous grin. "No. My ass hurts. Literally."
He laughed, kissing her cheeks and pulling her back into a protective hug. That night, they stayed alone in the apartment, simply sharing the silence and each other's presence. There were no ulterior motives, just the occasional passionate kiss. They had both realized that the attraction was much more than a one-night standāit was real. But they were still too dazed to confront it.
That would be a problem for another day.
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