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“I promise, I will not leave this room,” she assures him and he kisses her gently on the forehead. He leaves her side, reluctant as ever, pushing his way past the curtain.

His feet take him down from his tower, to the ground of the palace, all but running for the front hall. He can hear the echo of his brothers’ feet, all of them quickly converging on the courtyard at the front of the palace, the gates that are usually closed. He knows that when he gets there, they will not be. He knows that by the time he reaches the courtyard, it will be far, far too late for any of them. 

When they all reach the courtyard, the gates are hanging open, sparking golden and creaking in the wind. Jungwon can feel his heart in his throat, the ominous sound of them and the darkening sky causing goosebumps to arise across his flesh. 

“Heeseung’s home,” Sunoo whispers at his side. 

Regrettably, they know they have to find him and face him. And find him they do, in the grand hall, surrounded by the opulence they’ve all come to know. He’s sitting on the edge of the fountain, watching it fall from the tall spout, rolling over the edges into the pool below. Jungwon takes the lead, approaching him in front of all of them, knowing well exactly who he’s come to see. Heeseung smirks as soon as Jungwon is close, slowly lifting his gaze from the sparkling pool of water. 

His brother hasn’t changed at all, Jungwon can’t help but think, from the knowing glint in his dark eyes to the sheen of his silver hair, constantly draped in black. For all that Jungwon is the one who sent him there, he hoped that one day Heeseung would understand his decision, but he never has. Instead he sits opposite him, all of them, as though they are his enemies. Jungwon never wanted that, but it’s far too late. 

“What brings you home?” Jungwon asks. 

“You know very well what brings me home,” Heeseung says, getting off the edge of the fountain to face them, straightening himself out. He stands toe to toe with his younger brother, but Jungwon won’t back down. Not this time. “After all this time, I thought we had an understanding,” Heeseung says, faux sympathy coating his tone as he tilts his head. “I took your punishment very well, all things considered. The least you could do is continue to uphold the agreement we made. I am in charge of the balance of this world and yet you act without thought. I thought better of you, brother.” 

“It was never without thought. You can’t honest think⁠—” 

“What I honestly think of you is irrelevant,” Heeseung cuts him off. He rolls his eyes as he walks around Jungwon. Jungwon sighs heavily, turning around to keep his brother in his line of sight. He wouldn’t dare to not. “What I honestly think of any of you is irrelevant when you’ve all been acting so rashly. Impulsivity doesn’t suit any of you,” he says, his eyes running over his other brothers. Sunghoon clenches his hands while Jongseong’s jaw sets. “Well, except maybe you, Jaeyun,” he adds. Jaeyun’s eyes blaze and Heeseung laughs softly, turning around to face Jungwon again. “You know why I’m here.” 

“I know. And I’m prepared to make a deal,” Jungwon informs him. Heeseung laughs again, crossing his arms over his chest. 

“A deal? A bunch of mortals is enough for the King of the Gods to make a deal with me? What have they been putting in your offerings?” Heeseung mocks him. Jungwon glares back at him. “If you think I’m willing to make a deal based solely on the lives of six mortals, you’d be wrong.” A confused crease appears in Jungwon’s brow and Heeseung scoffs, throwing his head back. “Oh, you’ve no idea the things our brothers have done for their goddesses.” He lowers his head with a pitying gaze. “This is what you get for letting them run so wild.” He steps closer. “If I had been king, this never would’ve happened.” 

“Mother didn’t want you king,” Jongseong spits and Heeseung leans away from Jungwon, pursing his lips. “You think we’re uncontrollable? Nothing would’ve stopped you, and you know it.” 

“Because this is what we all wanted, is it?” Heeseung says, whipping around to glare at him. “The chance to throw our entire existence into question because you couldn’t control yourself?” He steps towards Jongseong. “A whole village, promised to me, and instead you promised it to her! You swore their safety, and for what?!” His eyes glow with black flames as he glares at Jongseong. “There are souls rotting in my library that should be on the river and are not. The balance of our lives is completely thrown. Her life is hardly the tip of the iceberg when it comes to what I deserve!” 

“Well, you won’t be getting it,” Jungwon says, his voice calm. Heeseung sighs, closing his eyes. “Any of them.” 

“If you’d like, we could always fight you again,” Sunghoon says and Heeseung’s eyes open, sliding to him. “You know you won’t win.” 

“I didn’t come here to be thrown into the abyss. Again,” he deadpans. “I came for what I’m owed. And if I will not have it,” he turns back to Jungwon, “an equal exchange is required.” 

“And what, pray tell, is equal in exchange?” Jungwon asks. 

“Well, that’s hardly up to me,” Heeseung replies. “After all, I’m sure to the six of you, your goddesses are priceless and perfect. I can place whatever price I want on them and it still would not equal in your eyes. And you know so well how much I value an equal exchange,” he drawls, causing Jungwon’s eyes to narrow. “So, you decide.” He closes the distance between himself and his brother who calls himself King once more. “I’ll give you… 24 hours to make a deal with me? At the end of the next 24 hours, if you all are still incapable of coming to a decision, I guess I’ll just have to take what I am owed.” Jungwon clenches his jaw and Heeseung smirks. “Think on it, brother. You’re smart, I’m sure you’ll think of something.” 

Heeseung leaves the grand hall, pushing through his other brothers, in a flutter of black and silver. Jungwon stumbles back against the fountain, gripping the edge of it as soon as Heeseung has gone. As with every interaction with his brother, he could feel the power that came off of him in waves, draining him. Were it not for all six of them working together in tandem, they never would’ve chained him to the underworld.

“What will you do?” Jongseong asks immediately, stepping forward. “You cannot give into him.” 

“It’s hardly about giving in,” Sunoo points out, causing Jongseong to turn his attention to him, though reluctant as he is. “He’s right.” Jongseong huffs, looking away from the Sun God though Sunoo looks at Jungwon imploringly. “There are mortal lives that he is owed due to the deals we made. We changed the course of history by not handing them to him. If we wish to keep the balance, we have to give him something.” 

“Would you like to give him your goddess first?” Jaeyun quips, his tone clipped. Sunoo turns to him with glowing, white eyes, barely restraining himself. Jungwon walks forward, gently touching Sunoo’s chest and his brother’s eyes slowly die back down to their amber warmth but his expression doesn’t change, nor falter from Jaeyun. 

“We cannot fight amongst each other if we want to come up with a solution,” Jungwon points out, his gaze swinging from Sunoo to Jaeyun, who looks away from Jungwon’s pointed gaze.

“What solution do we have?” Riki speaks and they all turn to their softest spoken brother. “Sunoo and I both saved our loves from death, Sunghoon and Jongseong entire villages for theirs. You and Jaeyun might be the only ones who’s goddesses didn’t cost a soul to save. What could possibly match the weight of that? You know how Heeseung is,” Riki says. He walks forward towards Jungwon, staring at him with wide, worried eyes. Jungwon’s hand falls from Sunoo’s chest with a heavy sigh. “He will weigh them, he will not just take our word. Just any deal will not appease him.” Riki shifts uncomfortably. “Heeseung will want something of value.” 

“Of all the things, we’ve indebted ourselves to our eldest brother,” Sunghoon mutters, shaking his head. “A fate worse than death.” 

To say that Heeseung didn’t know this would be a lie. He knows very well that there are very few things in this world, godly or otherwise, that will carry enough weight for what he asks for. He knows it and is quite glad to play such a game with his brothers. He knows they will flounder for a solution that does not exist, they will look for a way to weasel their way out of this exchange, this deal he’s so graciously bestowed upon them, only to come up short. He knows it and he will take great pleasure in every moment that they struggle with their own hubris. They are too prideful to admit it and he will make them watch as he takes every single one of their goddesses from them. 

In the meantime, he has no other choice but to bide his time in the palace. He could return home, the shackle of it weighs on him, reminding him that he’s not welcome here, but he refuses to let this chance pass him by. He will be a constant reminder to his brothers for the next 24 hours that their options are slim to none to save the lives of their loved ones. 

Its opulence chokes him. He can barely stand it, the way they live in such luxury while he spends his days surrounded by the gray, rushing waters of the river, forced to sit on the other side of it, watching souls come close but hardly ever do they make landing. He’s been forced to watch from afar for too long, though maybe it truly is better this way. Now he’s unsuited to this, the thin air, the sparkling white and gold of the place, everything. It’s enough to make him sick. 

When he retreats to the gardens it’s simply because he can’t stand to look at the wide expanse of white and gold before him anymore. It’s blinding and horrible, truly he does not understand how they all manage to be surrounded by such eyesores as these.. The gardens extend before him, lush and warm, almost enough to give him joy. Still, when he touches the hedges, they shrink from his fingertips, wilting and turning brown. Somehow he can’t find it in himself to be surprised, instead taking his hand away, folding them behind his back to wander around blindly. 

It’s while he’s in the garden that he hears it. The sound of singing, coming from deep within the gardens. There is something about the call of the voice from inside that draws him in. While the gardens, trees and bushes and flowers, grow thicker around him he’s forced to try and push his way through to see what is hiding inside. Despite the way the flora scrapes against his hands, retreating from his deathly touch, he does not stop. It is like he can’t stop himself as the trees encroach on him, when he sees it. Sees you. 

The river that falls down to earth from these heights lies beside you, rushing with clear water, the sound of which accompanies your voice. Heeseung thinks briefly of how sad you sound, like agony, like tragedy. He leans against the tree beside him, once he has passed the threshold of cloying flowers and shrubs, hardly giving the wilt of the bark any mind as he watches you sing, your fingers dipping into the water beside you. You’re wearing clothes of cream, a crown of flowers on your head. If he didn’t know any better, he would think you one of the goddesses his brothers have fallen so desperately for but you cannot be. Surely, none of them would’ve let you out of their sight, much less a place where he can find you so alone. 

You stop singing slowly, sighing to yourself once your voice trickles to a stop. Heeseung pushes off from the tree to approach you, knowing he walks silently, like the death that he embodies. There is something about you, the way the light hits your profile, lashing casting shadows down your cheeks from your forlorn expression. You don’t see him coming, your eyes focused on the water below you, until he’s crouched beside you. Almost as if sensing you’re no longer alone, you turn towards him. Finding him right beside you, your breath catches, jerking away from him.

“Heeseung,” you gasp. You lean away from him, trying to put space between yourself and the God of Death but Heeseung is faster, wrapping an arm around your middle. 

“Leaving so soon. When I don’t even know your name,” he teases you, a sharp smile pulling at his lips. You swallow, gripping his shoulders to try and push him off of you. “You have such a lovely voice, my dear,” he insists, holding you tightly, his other hand landing on the edge of the riverbed, keeping you imprisoned in his touch. “What could I do but come to you? What a beautiful Muse you are,” he whispers salaciously. With all your strength, you push him off of you, throwing yourself backwards. 

You land in the grass, rolling over to try and get away. Amused by your actions, Heeseung isn’t so easily deterred, dragging you back by your ankle. You yelp, pulling all the way back to him until you’re pinned beneath his body. He forces you onto your back, staring down at you. 

“How rude,” he admonishes you softly. You whimper, trapped beneath the elder god. You are hardly a goddess, just a Muse. Though you might be godly, imbued with immortality and powers, It means nothing in the face of the God of Death. He knows you cannot fight him off, forcing you to relent to him, fingers fisted in the front of his shirts as you squirm beneath him. “I know I hardly come off as approachable but to run off so quickly,” he mocks you, brushing the backs of his fingers over your cheek.

“Let me go. Jaeyun will⁠—” 

“My brother is spineless and childish, he’ll do nothing,” Heeseung hisses to you, knowingly. “Tell me your name and I’ll let you go, my dear. It is the least I deserve after such a rude display.” 

“Y-Y/N,” you stutter out and Heeseung smiles. He gets off of you, allowing you the ability to slip out from beneath him. You crawl away from him, curling into yourself once there is a bit of space between the two of you. Heeseung rolls onto his back, propped up on his elbows, looking at you. You catch your breath, avoiding his piercing gaze. 

“Well, what’re you still doing here? Shouldn’t you be running?” Heeseung goads you, making his eyes flash black and menacing. You swallow roughly around the lump in your throat. “Unless you aren’t really that scared of me,” he teases you, reaching out towards you. His fingertips brush your ankle, causing you to flinch away. “Muses, all the same. Jaeyun has always adored you, hasn’t he?” Heeseung comments. His fingertips still just barely graze your skin though you daren’t meet his gaze. You don’t see the softness in his expression. “Before his goddess, that is. Perhaps he’s grown tired of you?” He questions, bringing his gaze up from your ankle. Though you still don’t meet his gaze, he sees the way your expression drops, despondent once more like how he found you. “Is that why you’re alone? You poor, neglected thing…” he coos with faux sympathy, crawling towards you. You shuffle back, away from him, trying to curl up tighter, away from his reaching fingers. 

“Stop!” You bark, “you don’t know what you’re talking about!” Heeseung stops, falling back. “What’re you even doing here?” You finally lift your gaze to look at him. “Shouldn’t you be away, beneath the Earth, handling the dead? Isn’t that where you belong?” You remark, tone acidic. Heeseung sighs, collapsing back into the grass. You don’t miss the way it wilts beneath him, turning yellow. You watch with a sort of morbid curiosity as the God before you doesn’t even seem to notice. 

“Such a sweet, pretty thing and yet you speak with such sharp words.” He turns his head towards you, his silver hair falling into his dark eyes. You swallow, struck by how handsome he is. All your life, yours and the other Muses, you’ve heard Jaeyun spin tales of his eldest brother, how ugly he is. Perhaps it was just in personality, because you see nothing but beauty in his face. His gaze meets yours steadily behind the curtain of his hair. “Where I belong is such a harsh thing to say to me, don’t you think?” 

“It’s where you were sent,” you remind him, though your tone isn’t as hard as it was previously. “Where your brothers imprisoned you.” 

“A great many eons ago,” he confirms. “But I’m more powerful than them. Their gates are not indestructible, I am more than capable of coming to see them. Not forever,” he lets his head fall back against the ground once more, staring back up towards the sky, “but for short whiles. I’m sorry that my brother managed to leave that out.” 

“What brings you here now?” You can’t help but wonders, your own curiosities getting the better of you.

“I am owed something,” Heeseung admits to you. You tilt your head, not understanding. Heeseung smiles and then turns to you again, but his smile is hardly kind. “Not that it’s any of your concern, Muse. The tragedy of my life is hardly something for you to worry your pretty self with.” He rolls over to climb to his feet and you flinch away from him as he stands, brushing himself off. “I meant what I said,” he tells you, looking down at you. “Your voice is very beautiful.” You can’t help but be struck by the way he says it, almost kindly.

“Thank you,” you whisper. He departs shortly, leaving you alone. You curl your legs even closer to yourself, wrapping your arms around them. You can’t help the way your eyes follow him as he walks out, slipping between the trees until he disappears from view. 

On the other side of the garden, Heeseung pauses. He leans back against the trees, listening out for your voice. It doesn’t return though it echoes through his mind. When he lets his head drop back against the tree, he smiles softly to himself. Perhaps, just maybe, he was a bit hasty in his convictions. 

24 hours is hardly any time at all, they all know this, and by the time Sunoo is forced to raise the sun in the morning again, they’ve all talked themselves to death. The knowledge of what comes weighs heavily on their minds, as they know Heeseung will make the decision for them. They won’t simply allow it, they’ll sooner throw Heeseung back to his abyss than let him simply think he can take whatever he wants, but they all knew that this price might come. Even if they deny him, he will demand something of great value if not the souls he’s unable to attain. 

The sun has risen above the horizon when Heeseung lets himself back into the grand hall, a grin upon his face. Never has Jongseong felt such a strong urge to throw his brother back into the abyss from whence he came than by that look of utter satisfaction that is written across his expression. He stands before Heeseung can get too close, blocking him from getting closer to Jungwon. 

“Oh, are we fighting already, Jongseong? I knew you might grow tired of me but so soon?” Heeseung mocks him. 

“Your greed will be your downfall,” Jongseong warns him. Heeseung laughs in amusement. 

“Greed? I have greed because you are the one who made an agreement without giving it thought. I’m greedy because I am fulfilling the role that which you so graciously bestowed upon me, by the way,” he points out, causing Jongseong’s expression to tighten, “all those eons ago. If you would like me to step down from weighing the souls of mortals so that someone else may do it, I would gladly, but they must be weighed.” Heeseung leans towards him, his expression turning dark. “Everything must be in balance. I believe you were the one who insisted upon it.” 

“Tell us what you want,” Jungwon says, hopeful to avoid bloodshed. Heeseung leans away from Jongseong, stepping around his seething brother to approach where Jungwon remains seated. “Surely you know that we have nothing to offer you.” Heeseung smirks, clearly having expected such an admission. His other brothers won’t even look at him. “So name your price. Just know that it will not be their souls.” 

“That is what I asked for,” Heeseung reminds him and Jungwon glares up at him. “Theirs and all the mortals that you made the mistake of letting live. Those souls are crowding my shelves, I haven’t the room for the mistakes you have allowed to happen,” he insists, leaning menacingly towards his brother. “Prepared to make a deal with me, little brother? You are hardly meant to be king.” 

“Would you like to be thrown back into the river once more?” Sunghoon says, jumping to his feet. Heeseung looks to him, lifting a brow. “We may have made our mistakes, but you are hardly the God Jungwon is. Mother insisted upon your disposal, you should thank him for your life.” 

“Thank him, for an eternity of solitude?” He says, straightening up to face Sunghoon. “Well, let me drop to my knees!” Heeseung snarls. “How dare I expect to be treated as equal with you, at the very least? Without me, this world would’ve destroyed itself already. You should be thanking me!” He demands, eyes blazing. 

“Make your choice,” Jungwon demands, getting to his feet. Heeseung turns back to him and Jungwon’s eyes crackle with lightning. “But know that it will not be them. You may take the souls you so desire if that is really what you want. Let it consume you, your need for balance, but you will not have the goddesses.”

The blazing fire in Heeseung’s eyes extinguishes and he smirks. 

“You will do anything. Truly, it is almost admirable. Almost… romantic,” he comments, and Jungwon’s eyes become brown once more, surprised by his eldest brother’s tone, his consideration. “Let me offer you a deal then, brother,” Heeseung says, smirking. Jungwon’s brow creases in confusion, shifting slightly away, concerned for what Heeseung might propose. “The weight of a few mortals is far from that of a goddesses’ soul and we all know it. Especially six of them. However, I might be amenable to an exchange of another goddess.” 

“Whom do you ask for?” Jungwon asks. 

“Y/N,” Heeseung says, a smile on his lips. “Tragedy.” 

“You are shameless!” Jaeyun insists, getting to his feet. Jungwon glances away though and Heeseung knows Jungwon is considering it. “To take a goddess for another is low, even for you, brother. What makes you think⁠—” 

“I think,” Heeseung cuts him off, cutting him a look, “that the price of a lesser goddess is well worth it to you. After all, how much attention do those Muses even get with your adoration of yours?” He mocks him and Jaeyun clenches his fists at his sides. “Offer me thanks, Jaeyun, I am taking one off of your hands. You will have so much more time to waste in the arms of your lover.” 

“Why you⁠—” Jaeyun says, stepping towards him. Sunoo pulls on his wrist to stop him from advancing further on Heeseung.

“I cannot give her to you outright,” Jungwon says and Heeseung’s gaze swings to him. “She is a goddess, her soul has never been bound to the Earth. She must give it to you of her own volition. You must get her to agree,” Jungwon warns him and Heeseung nods, accepting the terms. He knows very well, after all. “However, if you manage it, she will be yours. You may have her as recompense.” 

“Jungwon,” Riki hisses but Jungwon won’t meet any of their eyes. 

“I knew you could be reasonable, Jungwon,” Heeseung says with a grin. “After all, you’re saving so many souls this way,” he mocks him, Jungwon closing his eyes against the guilt that eats at him. Heeseung then turns to Jaeyun, who is still burning with rage. “Don’t worry, I’ll take good care of her.” He turns on his heel, leaving them. Only once he’s left the room does Sunoo finally let go of Jaeyun, who turns to Jungwon. 

“Do you know the things he might do to her?!” Jaeyun points out. “Heeseung will manipulate her, she will agree. Once she gives him her word, she’ll be trapped down there, his to own. How could you⁠—” 

“I did what I had to,” Jungwon finally says, voice soft. “I am hardly proud of it. So you best remember the choices we’ve been forced to make when you lie with your lovers tonight.” 

“It’s like you’ve not even left,” Heeseung says, startling you. You thought for sure that he would’ve left by now, but he edges through the trees and bushes to approach you, your eyes darting between him and the way the nature seems to shrink away from his touch, turning yellow and brown when he brushes against it only to turn green and lush once he passes it. It saddens you, though not for the reasons one might expect. Your eyes land on him when he gets to you, kneeling beside you on the ground. “Perhaps I’m just lucky.” 

“Why’re you still here?” You ask and he laughs softly. 

“Blunt, aren’t you?” Heeseung asks and you shrug, looking away from him, your fingertips dipped into the river. He leans towards you, almost touching you as he watches the river rush past your fingertips. “So strange,” he whispers and you resist the urge to jump at how close his voice is, “seeing water such as this. I’m not particularly familiar with water so clear you can see the bottom.” 

“The Sanzu must be very different to this,” you whisper and Heeseung’s eyes focus on you instead of the river. 

“It is,” he whispers. His hand touches your waist gently. He watches you shiver but you don’t look at him. “The waters are so deep and fast, nearly uncrossable in most places. I watch souls attempt to cross through its snake infested waters all the time. Watch as they’re dragged beneath the waves.” A chill creeps over your body. “But most are afforded the bridge. The ones that are allowed the ford, they are few and far between.” 

“Can a river like that truly have a ford?” You ask, turning to look at him. You jerk back, surprised to see him so close. 

“The Sanzu is unlike anything you’ve ever seen. Trust me, you’d be amazed by it,” Heeseung tells you, lifting his free hand to your cheek, tucking your hair behind your ear. “I think it’s rather unfortunate you’ve never seen it. Given that you are tragedy after all.” You hold your breath, trying to remain unaffected but he can see the surprise in your eyes. “Did you think I wouldn’t find out? There are so few who understand sadness and agony like me, after all. Maybe that’s why I was drawn to your voice,” his fingers brush over the roundness of your cheek. 

“What do you want?” You ask, trying to swallow down your fear. You know the whispers, what people say about Heeseung, that he is more than just a God of Death. He knows very well what he is, what kind of powers he possesses. It cannot be a coincidence that he might come back to you, speaking to you with such kindness. Not after he trapped you beneath him, forcing your compliance. 

“I should’ve figured you would see right through me,” Heeseung sighs. “I have a proposition for you, pretty. A deal that you might… be willing to take, if you’re as kind as I believe you to be.” You watch him and his eyes meet yours slowly. “You see, I was owed something, something that brought me here. That something was a few very precious souls that my brothers… well, they’d do just about anything to avoid giving them to me.” 

“Who do they belong to?” You whisper. 

“Their goddesses,” Heeseung tells you and your eyes widen in surprise. “Before they were brought here, they were just mortals. Simple, and unknowing. And I’m sure you’re well aware that souls of mortals belong to me. All of them.” You nod, hesitantly. “Well, I simply came to collect. Everyone dies, it’s my job to make sure of it.” 

“What does this have to do with me?” You ask. He smiles softly, cupping your cheek in hand. 

“My brothers and I came to an understanding regarding these souls, but you have to understand, everything comes with a price,” he tells you. “And this price, is you.” 

“Me?” You gasp. “Why me?” 

“Are you not tragedy, my dear?” Heeseung asks you, stroking his thumb over your cheek. “Are you not the one thing in this whole wretched world that might understand me?” He pulls you closer, pressing your chest against his, taking your breath with it. “Death is my life, and it’s such a terribly lonely existence. You understand, don’t you?” You look into his eyes, shrouded slightly by his silver hair, dark brown and staring so intently you feel as though you can feel it in your soul. “Surely you do. While the rest of the muses experience the joy of things like poetry and prose and song you continue to be cursed by the agony of it all. Happiness is but a fleeting dream when the only call you are allowed to answer is that of death and disaster.” 

Unfortunately, he’s right. You’ve never minded too much, but even you know that you’re far from Jaeyun’s favorite, from anyone’s favorite. You’ve always known you’re barely departed from the God of Death, drawn here to the heavens but brought down to earth to see the saddest parts of humanity. You’ve never been to the river but you’ve seen the souls that depart for it, never to be seen again. It haunts you, and you’re all the more lonely for it. 

Could Heeseung truly be just as so?

“Do you see?” He asks, words whispered to you. “The only thing I ask is you, in exchange for all the rest of them. You would be saving them, and me,” he coos. You look into his eyes, expression softened, almost pained. Your heart aches in sympathy and you touch his cheek gently. His eyes flutter softly when you touch him, leaning his head into your palm. Despite his godliness, he does not emanate warmth like the others, as human as the ones you’ve seen below. Truly he is othered by his brothers, he must be. 

“What would I have to do?” You ask and Heeseung smiles. He knew you wouldn’t refuse. 

“Give me your word,” he tells you. “And become mine.” 

“I will,” you agree. 

“I was so hoping you would understand,” he coos, bringing his hand down from your face to your chest. His fingers move aside the v of your neckline, revealing the center of your chest to him. You go to flinch back but he holds fast to your waist, not letting you move an inch. “Oh, no, pretty, you misunderstand,” he whispers. “You gave me your word. You belong to me.” His eyes blaze with black flames as his fingers touch your bare skin and you gasp through the pain that rips through you. 

It’s like you’ve been engulfed by flames, licking at your skin, melting you down to the bones. Your hand falls from his face to grip at his arms desperately as he smirks, watching your wide eyes stare into his. 

“Hurts,” you whisper, the only word you can get out through the unbearable pain and he coos again, but this time he mocks you with it. You feel as though you have never been more foolish in your immortal life. 

“I’m sure it does,” he hisses, staring intently into your eyes.

Your eyes roll back into your head, gasping through the pain that rocks through your body, agony like you’ve never felt it before. Your fingers dig into his forearms, your head thrown back as you try not to scream. Darkness starts to take over your vision as you succumb to the horrendous pain, collapsing in Heeseung’s arms. 

When you wake, you wake alone. You throw yourself upright in bed, the blankets of pitch black gathering around your waist as you gasp for air. The air is thick and heavy in your lungs, an ache in the middle of your chest making it hard for you to get a full breath in. You reach down for the front of your dress, pulling the folds of the fabric open to see what he’s done. With a trembling hand you touch the scarred words into your skin, his name burned into your flesh. 

Lee Heeseung is written across your skin, and you resist the urge to sob. You press your fingers against the smarting wounds, knowing there’s nothing else you can do. It’s too late. He’s taken you. 

When you finally drag yourself from the blankets, you stagger across the cold stone beneath your feet, trying to find your way out of the bedroom that you’re in. The furnishings are all made of wood and stone and decorated in black and silver. It’s dim, lit only by a few sconces on the walls, kerosene lamps lighting your way. You try to get out as quickly as you can, pushing your way out the sliding wood door, stumbling into the hallway. 

Wherever you are, it’s freezing cold, the thin dress you wear far from enough to keep you warm. You have to wrap your arms around yourself as you walk down the cavernous halls, high ceilings of gray stone above your head, the walls all lined with kerosene lamps. It’s dim, the air heavy as you try to make your way towards something. Towards anything at all, just to figure out where you are. 

Every door you try to open is locked, refusing to budge even when you pull on their flimsy, wooden frames. You try every door along the long hallway, hopeful to find someone, anyone who might be able to help you. You know you belong to Heeseung but you can’t stand the idea of it, being left alone in his room, helpless. You just keep trying doors, desperately hoping someone might be inside one of them or, at the very least, one of them will be open so that you can hide from him in peace. 

You get to the end of the hall, only to realize that you’re at the end of the line. The walls of the hallway fall away and you’re standing at the edge of a river, a great rushing river of gray water, running past you never-endingly. In both directions, the river stretches out so far it eventually turns into nothing but fog, extending out for what must be an eternity. You don’t need to be told what it is, you know what river you’re looking at. Before you, in the middle of the path, there is a bridge, arching upwards, a steep climb from where you stand. You try to catch your breath but the roaring water is too much, the air humid. You’re standing on unsteady legs, unfamiliar with the stone beneath your feet, which causes you to sway dangerously towards the edge of the river as you try to get a full breath in. 

A hand around your arm pulls you back, throwing you into the chest of the person that tugs you from the edge. You let go of yourself to touch the person that grabbed you, using them to stay upright. They let go of you as soon as you do though and you fall heavily to the stone flooring, right on your backside. When you lift your gaze, Heeseung is staring down at you. 

“Do you know what would’ve happened to you if you had fallen in?” He tells you, glaring down at you. “I never would’ve been able to get you out. Souls that fall into the river's waters don’t come out. Don’t get so close, even I can’t save you.” 

“Well, considering I woke up lost and alone, I don’t know what you expected!” You retort, getting back to your feet. Heeseung surveys you critically, watching you struggle to your feet. “Where have you even been? After all that nonsense you gave me at the palace⁠—” 

“I had to get you to agree somehow,” he interrupts you and you scoff, shaking your head. 

“I am a fool. I thought you had a heart, but clearly you’re as empty and hollow as Jaeyun has always said you are,” you accuse him, making Heeseung’s eyes blaze. “If the only thing you ever wanted in exchange for the others was my soul, then go on! Take it! It’s clearly the only thing you care about!” You insist, leaning towards him.

Heeseung’s fingers are suddenly pressing painfully into your chest, right above where his name has been written into your skin. He presses them in hard enough to ache, and it feels like something is stealing your breath right from you. Heeseung watches you with dark eyes full of black fire as you gasp for air, his fingers moving slowly up your chest, towards your throat. It’s choking you, something wet and thick rising up within you. Not your throat, not your windpipe, something deeper, intangible, as his index and middle fingers trace their way up your skin. 

It rises up your neck, until it’s in the back of your throat, your mouth, hot and wet and pulsing. Your hands wrap around your throat, still you can’t breathe until you’re forced to open your mouth as Heeseung’s fingers trace up underneath your jaw and chin. When it pours out of you, you’re shocked to see a glowing ball of liquid, silver like mercury floating between you above his fingers. 

“Silver. I expected gold,” Heeseung says. You still cannot breath, choking on nothing, like all the air has been sucked right out of your lungs. A bottle materializes out of thin air, which Heeseung pours the liquid into and then magicks a chain around. With a snap of his fingers, the bottle is hung around your throat and you can breathe again. You look down at the small bottle that hangs from your throat, lifting it gently in your fingertips. “You should be more careful with what you say,” he advises.

“What is this?” You ask, turning the bottle over in your fingertips. 

“Your soul,” Heeseung says and your eyes dart up to him. Your hand lets go of it, the bottle bouncing off your collarbones. “Did you forget who I am in such a short, short time period.” He leans towards you menacingly. “If you’d really like me to take it, I can. Oh, I can and I’ll pour it right into the river where it will never be seen again.” You stare at him through wide eyes, Heeseung smirking at you. “I’m showing you kindness by keeping you alive. Perhaps you should think about that.” 

“What about the others?” You ask. “You said my soul⁠—” 

“It will suffice,” Heeseung says boredly, leaning back and crossing his arms over his chest. “For the souls that I desire, even one made of silver is worth plenty. Come with me, I’ll show you what you’re worth.” He tells you, turning to walk away. You hesitate, glancing back at the river. You stare at its gray, rushing waters, swallowing through the fear that threatens to rise through you like your soul previously did. You still ache, but you have no one else to be with other than him. When you look back over Heeseung is standing at the mouth of the hall, leaning against it with a raised brow. You walk over to follow him, Heeseung pushing off to lead you back into the cavern of the underworld. 

You discover you ran the wrong way when Heeseung leads you so far inside, past all the previous doors you tried to force open, until you pass the door of the bedroom you ran out of.  Strangely, it doesn’t look any different from the other doors that line the walls, small and unassuming. Not far past it the two of you end up at a pair of great, double doors. Heeseung pushes them open, stepping inside with confidence. You follow him, only to stop in the doorway. 

Before you is a great room of shelves, all of them lined with bottle upon bottle of liquids. Some of them shine with bright colors, glittery and beckoning, some of them dark, dull and swirling, but many are just gray. They look as though they carry the water of the river inside of them, swishing and churning inside of their bottles. The shelves go on for what feels like forever, rising up towards the high ceiling, wrapping around the massive room. Heeseung pays you no mind, moving to a table that sits in the middle of the massive room. Most of the flooring is draped with carpets and seating, couches and chairs, tables and sitting areas. But in the middle of it, there is a table, covered with a cloth of black that is trimmed in silver, a pewter scale sitting on it. 

“Don’t just stand in the doorway all day,” Heeseung says, moving around the bottles that are on the table already. You look over to him, noticing the way he separates them all into pairs. You walk over to him to watch him move, his brow creasing as though he’s working on a particularly difficult puzzle. You stand beside him, tilting your head as he finally picks two of them up. 

“What’re you doing?” You ask and Heeseung lifts one into your line of sight. It is gray, as most of them are, swirling inside of its bottle. 

“Mortal souls have weight,” Heeseung informs you and you nod in understanding. “Pay attention.” You nod again and he places one on one side of the scale. The scale drops and then he carefully places the second one, darker and duller than the other, onto the other side. The scale struggles to balance them, the darker of the two clearly heavier than the first. It weighs it down, leaving it uneven. “All things in balance,” Heeseung says, plucking the gray bottle from the scale and replacing it with another.

You watch as he readjusts, putting a different, equally as gray liquid filled bottle onto the scale. This time, the scale readjusts, and the two sides sit evenly with each other. Heeseung smiles to himself, picking them both up. You watch as he carelessly throws the both of them, your heart jumping into your throat. They shatter in midair, but nothing spills to the floor. It all seems to disappear from existence, both bottles gone before your very eyes. 

“What did you do that for?” You ask and Heeseung turns to you. 

“It was their time,” Heeseung tells you. “All the bottles that you see on this table, are well due for their death.” He nods to it and you look over to the way the table is absolutely littered with bottles. Every single one of them must represent a mortal soul. Which means…

“All of these bottles…” You begin, slowly turning to look at him, “are souls?” Heeseung nods in agreement. “So… the souls I’m worth…?” 

“They’re… still on their shelves,” Heeseung sighs, rolling his eyes. “Without indication of their time, I haven’t been able to take them down, but you see now, don’t you?” He asks and you tilt your head. He huffs at you. “Your worth, Muse. Your soul is well worth at least 20 or 30 of these simple mortals.” He gestures to the table as whole, which looks as though it’s holding at least that many. “Your soul would tip the scale. Everything in balance,” Heeseung reiterates. “That is what I do. That is my purpose.” 

“That is why you⁠…” you trail off but something occurs to you. “But I couldn’t possibly weigh the same as a full fledged goddess.” 

“No, you are inconsequential to the weight of a goddess. You will never measure up,” Heeseung sighs. “Unfortunately, I have no grasp of them anymore.” He turns around and you follow his gaze towards the back of the room. He walks towards it and you follow close behind, the case before you becoming clear as you get close enough. 

Inside of a glass case, there are bottles, sealed with golden wax on their stoppers, swirling, glittering and effervescent. You watch the colors of them swirl inside of their bottles. Gold, and navy, and red, and white, and blue and purple. Your breath catches when you realize what you are looking at. You turn to Heeseung but he is already looking at you. 

“I know not how it happened, but now every single one of my brothers is accompanied by a bottle.” A pair of gold bottles sits at the front but the rest of them are aligned with a bottle of the exact same matching color and shade. You watch them swirl and dance inside of their glass prisons, like the embodiment of joy. “I couldn’t have taken them if I tried,” he turns to look into the glass case with you. “It would’ve ruined everything. There is nothing in this world, in the entire cosmos, that would match the weight of their goddesses except for them.” 

“So you would’ve⁠—” 

“My brothers hate me,” Heeseung says, “but I still love them. I couldn’t take their lives even if I wanted to.” 

“Then why threaten them?” You ask. “Clearly, you couldn’t have them. Those goddesses aren’t yours to take. Why did you⁠—” 

“Why do they get to be happy?” Heeseung cuts you off, turning to you with a tense expression, his tone exploding out of him like he can barely hold it in. You jerk back, surprised. “Why do they get lovers while I’m left down here, alone? I may not have been able to kill them, but I have many empty rooms. Would I have taken them prisoner? Perhaps. Would I have found a way to keep them away from my brothers? Found a way to force my brothers to their knees just for what they crave most in the entire universe?” He shrugs. “Perhaps. After all they’ve done to me, would it have really been so bad?” 

“You’re… diabolical. Evil. And self centered and greedy and⁠—” 

“If you think you’re going to hurt my feelings, think again,” Heeseung tells you.  “There is not a thing under Sunoo’s shining rays that I have not been called by my very family.” He leans towards you. “I am not afraid of you, Muse. But don’t forget,” he tucks his finger under your chin, tilting your head up towards his. “When I could’ve taken them, I took you. I’m not truly as horrible as you think I am.” 

“Then why take me?” 

“Not everything I told you was a lie.” He leans back, letting his hand drop away from your face. “Now you’re more than welcome to stay, but there’s not much else to be seen,” Heeseung tells you. He walks back to his table, still strewn with bottles, carefully organizing them with gentle hands. “Also, every room is yours to choose from.” He waves a hand carelessly but you’re sure all the rooms in his large home have been unlocked. “Unless you can’t stand to depart from my bed,” he comments, looking at you from over his shoulder. You scoff, walking past him and out the doors. Heeseung waves a hand and you startle as the doors are suddenly slammed shut behind you. 

For all that Heeseung took you, you spend an inordinate amount of time alone. It’s almost as if you never left the heavens, the only difference being that instead of lush green gardens and sparkling marble towers, it’s nothing but desolate gray stone and cavernous rooms and ceilings. You may have your pick of rooms, but none of them are truly that welcoming. Nothing in this place seems to be much other than a means to an end, a resting place for Heeseung to lay his head and do his work. Everything else is far, far from what one might consider homey. 

You spend days wandering the halls, of which you discovered there are many, this lair seeming to be a gigantic labyrinthian maze the longer you walk around it. The doors you tried before are all unlocked, some of which belong to rooms while others lead deeper and deeper into this rockface you seem to be living on the edge of. You’re shocked when you can find your way back to the places you started, though you’re starting to think that’s the way of this place. What would Heeseung get by letting you get lost down here anyway? 

The main hall is the only place where you see him though, but hardly does he seem to be doing anything other than what he apparently busies himself with at all hours. If he’s not in his library of souls he’s in his bedroom, presumably resting, and vice versa. He hardly pays you any mind, even when he walks right past you, the drape of his black cloak fluttering around him as he walks around, always his mind on something it appears. 

You can understand what a lonely existence this must be, always being forced to do what is necessary of you, hardly ever having the time for anyone else. Not that it seems that anyone else seems to care about Heeseung, with the way he regards the world and its other Gods with such coldness. Even if you wanted to, you don’t know that you would know how to break through that icy exterior. 

But you find yourself lonely too, retreating to your bedroom most days, or sometimes the edge of the river. You can’t help but be curious about it, watching the gray waters rush past. You don’t see souls approach the stone landing you sit on, legs pulled up into your body, your knees against your chest. Even though you thought for sure that you must, at least one or two of them, none of them seem to be able to make it over the top of the bridge and to you. Strange, isn’t that the meaning of the bridge?

“What’re you doing?” Heeseung asks, finding you on one such day you find yourself thinking about it. You don’t look at him though you know he looks at you with thinly veiled disdain. He always does. 

“Aren’t souls supposed to cross the bridge?” You ask him. Heeseung sighs, looking over at where you’re staring at the wooden bridge before the two of you. “Why don’t they?” 

“Souls are on the bridge, but hardly ever do they actually cross it,” Heeseung informs you. You lift your gaze from the bridge to look at him. “The Sanzu is not a destination, it is a journey. Souls are supposed to make their way across it, it’s what they’re meant to do.” He looks down at you, into your wondering eyes. He tsks softly. “So little you understand. Are all gods like this?” He questions and you look away from him, embarrassed. “If my brothers are going to fill your heads with stories, the least they could do is get them right. Honestly…” 

“I know you don’t care for kindness, but would it really bring you so much harm to speak with any sort of understanding,” you admonish him, getting to your feet. Heeseung sighs at you yet again. “It’s no wonder your brothers can’t stand you when all you do is belittle them and act as though everyone is so beneath you. You may be powerful, but what use is the power you have when you’re forced to live a life of loneliness and solitude as a result of it?” Heeseung’s eyes don’t stray from yours and you scoff. You go to walk past him, but Heeseung grabs you by the wrist. 

“Do you want to see the bridge?” He asks and you stop in your tracks. “I can show it to you. But you must not let go of me. It’s the only thing I require.” 

“What would be the point?” You ask, glancing over your shoulder at him. Heeseung moves to your side, letting his hand slide down from your wrist to thread his fingers through yours instead.

“You want to know why souls don’t make it to the other side,” he says, standing at your side. Slowly you turn to face him, Heeseung lifting a brow at you. “Don’t you?” 

Rather reluctantly, you agree, and Heeseung pulls you over towards the bridge. The wooden bridge is hooked onto the stone landing, surrounded by the rushing of gray water. Heeseung steps onto it, guiding you along behind him. You hesitate at the edge though, staying on the stone. Heeseung is stopped when you remain immobile and looks back at you, expectantly. You look back at him, apprehensively. Heeseung huffs and stands at the end of the bridge, still holding onto your hand. 

“Don’t let go,” he tells you and you nod. You step onto the bridge behind him. 

The feeling of being on the bridge is immediate, reminding you that you’re stepping onto a literal liminal space. The boundary between the earth and the afterlife surrounds you and you grip even tighter to Heeseung’s hand, though he doesn’t seem as perturbed by it. Perhaps he’s just used to it, he’s not bothered by the crushing feeling of being somewhere he shouldn’t be. Then again, maybe this is where he was always supposed to be. After all, he is shackled to this afterlife, his brothers once threw him into the abyss beyond the river, forcing him to guard it. Maybe this is just who he is now. 

You walk alongside him for a long time, longer than you think is fathomable, the wooden planks and high railings of the bridge on either side of you your only company other than the god you cling to. You daren’t let go of him, not when that was the only thing he required of you. You clutch his hand like a child to their mothers, resisting the urge to lean into him. 

Eventually, you start to see them. Your eyes widen when you see people, half formed and beginning to fade out of existence. Heeseung glances at you and then walks right down the middle of the bridge, the souls surrounding you moving around the two of you. They don’t seem to be seeing you, however, walking forward almost trance-like, like it’s the only thing they know how to do. 

“These are the souls you wanted to see, aren’t they?” Heeseung says. He stops and turns to you, forcing you to do the same. “This is the middle of the bridge. We’ve already made it there. Once we cross this line, the souls will start to take on a more solid appearance. Some may even know their names or their families or some of their memories. The further we get from where we began, the more these souls will know of themselves.” 

“Is that why they never make it to the end?” You ask. 

“They’re not meant to,” Heeseung tells you. You stare at him in surprise. “Souls that make it across are souls that have expired. They’ll never be reborn again. Souls that don’t will be reborn. They’ll reincarnate, into another. Usually another person, if they’re on the bridge, but not always. Souls of exceptional depth and weight will be reborn as animals or insects, a way for them to lighten their load and try to become human again.” 

“So… almost all souls are reborn?” 

“Of course,” Heeseung tells you as though it’s obvious. “Why do you think it is so important that I maintain the balance?” 

It all starts to come together in your mind. Balanced souls are reborn, they are brought back around to the next life, and if they are not taken at their time, they cannot be reborn. Every soul must be weighed, they are taken in pairs. If they are not equal, they cannot be taken. His brothers… by making those deals… they completely threw the order of the world. So many souls that should’ve been taken, they are still walking. So many lives that should’ve been weighed and reborn, following the proper cycle of all things. You are the exchange, you cannot be killed, or reborn, you can be equal to souls that are both alive and dead. Everything must be in balance. 

“I could either have taken those lives, or I could’ve taken something that is the same. Do you see?” Heeseung asks and you look at him in wonder. “I’m not so cruel.” 

“Is death not cruel?” You ask. Heeseung’s expression softens. It’s both unimaginably sad and understanding. He touches your cheek gently. 

“Death might seem cruel, that is the state of things, but it is necessary,” he tells you. You blink up at him. “I didn’t understand either when my brothers forced me to do this, but I see now. As lonely as this existence is, I know that none of them could’ve been able to do this. I know that none of them would’ve been able to shoulder the weight of so much tragedy. Do I resent them for forcing it upon me? Of course I do. That does not mean I don’t see why it is necessary I do such a thing.” 

“Do you…” Heeseung tilts his head at you. “Your soul? What does it weigh?” 

“Nothing,” he tells you. “I can show you.” 

The world melts away around you, only for it to rebuild itself into the shape of the room you found yourself in when you first arrived. You’re shocked by the feeling of stone instead of wood beneath your feet. You look around in shock when you can feel the heat of his kerosene lamps, fending off the chill of the stone. Heeseung’s hand drops away from your face and his hand leaves yours as he steps away from you. 

He goes to a shelf along the wall, picking up a bottle. He brings it to you, holding it out to you. You look at it, shocked by what is inside. Or rather, what is not. 

Something gaseous and black swirls around inside, like it’s fighting to get out. You watch for a moment, then reach a hand out to touch it. Before you can, Heeseung lets go of it and you watch in horror as it falls, smashing to the floor. 

The glass shatters and then dissolves into nothing. Your eyes dart up to Heeseung’s face, watching a shiver rush through him, Heeseung trembling like a swift chill just ran down his spine. He meets your eyes again and smirks. 

“Neat trick, isn’t it?” He says and you stare at him in shock. He looks at the shelf once more and there it sits, like he never picked it up, black gas moving restlessly around inside of it. “I’ve tried to break it a great many times, but you see, it’s useless. I’m chained to his plane, this damned world. It doesn’t matter what I do, I can’t die. I’m not allowed.” 

“But what does it weigh?” 

“Nothing,” Heeseung sighs. He looks at you. “It weighs nothing at all. I assure you.” 

“Have you tried?” You ask and Heeseung’s brow creases. “Against something. Anything? Surely it has to weigh something. Surely⁠—” 

“Did you listen to a thing I’ve told you since you arrived here?” Heeseung asks, his tone going tight and angry. “All souls are to be taken in balance. Every one of them. If my soul was meant to be taken, that would mean it would have to weigh the same as another. I can’t die so it can’t be weighed against anything else. There is nothing that will match its weight.” 

“How can you be so sure?” You retort and Heeseung huffs, smirking at your naivety, rolling his eyes. “Have you tried everything? What about…” your eyes dart around in thought while Heeseung stares at you in thinly veiled amusement. You are dumber than he thought, he’s sure. He waits, watching as your eyes alight, meeting his eyes. “What about mine?” 

“Yours?” He laughs. “Your soul? You think a godly soul could ever align in weight with mine?” He goes back and picks his bottle up off the shelf again, smirking at you. “Let’s see then, shall we?” he asks, pushing past you and out into the hall. 

You follow after him, Heeseung leading you back to the library. He doesn’t pay any attention to the bottles on the table, standing behind the scale yet again. You move to his side, waiting to see but he doesn’t place his bottle down first. Instead, he reaches out and closes his fingers around the bottle tied around your neck, breaking the silver chain it hangs from. You gasp, but in his hands, your breath doesn’t stop. Heeseung smirks at you as the silver chain around it dissolves, leaving just the stoppered bottle. 

“Let’s see your weight, Muse,” he comments, extending his hand to drop it on the scale. It tips dramatically, the plate your soul is sitting on almost touching the table top. “As I suspected,” Heeseung says, still looking at you, not even having glanced at the scale. “The value of your soul is unimaginable. Mine, however,” he says, lifting his own, nearly empty and lighter than air, “is nothing at all.” 

He places it on the opposite plate and turns to look, fully expecting it to not move at all. He knows what he weighs, he’s weighed his soul more than he can even say, watching as the scale tips up and up and up, forcing his soul to rise above all else. There’s no way he could ever⁠—

“They’re even,” you say and Heeseung’s eyes widen in shock as the two plates come together, sitting at an even keel. His soul sinks down to sit evenly with yours, despite the impossibility of it all. His heart feels like it’s being squeezed in his chest, his breath tight, watching with bated breath as they finally stop bobbing up and down, beside one another. 

“No,” Heeseung whispers. “That’s impossible.” 

“Clearly not,” you speak and his head turns slowly to look at you. Surely you still don’t understand what this means because you look at him without shock, clearly thinking you have bested him. His heart is racing in his chest, his mind is spiraling, he can’t imagine it. He can’t, not after everything, all this time. This is a mistake, it has to be, but still he moves towards you. You let him even when his fingers curl around your cheek.

“What are you?” He whispers softly, vehemently, looking you up and down as though he’s seeing you for the first time. Apprehension begins to paint your expression as you see the wild look in his eyes as he tries to figure you out. “What, in the cosmos, could you possibly be?” His words come out almost reverent, his other hand coming up to touch you, but instead it hovers over the curves of your body, like he can’t fathom your very existence.

“I don’t… know what you mean,” you finally speak again and Heeseung’s gaze finally focuses on your face again. 

“You are so much more than a Muse,” he says, bringing his other hand up so that he may cradle your face between his hands. “You must be. You have to be.” You stare up at him, trying to read the wild look in his eyes, but it all disappears when they’re suddenly flaring to live with black flames. “Impossible,” he breathes. 

His mouth descends upon yours like a storm, like a wildfire, his mouth taking yours in a kiss so world stopping, mind numbing you’re forced to clutch his wrists to keep upright. Your legs feel like they’re going to give out underneath you. Heeseung kisses you like it’s the last thing he’ll ever do, letting go of your face just to wrap his arms around your waist, pulling you up against him. You’re forced to let go of his wrists, instead finding the sides of his neck, digging your fingers in when he forces his tongue further into your mouth, hands bunching up the fabric of your dress. 

You’re surprised when you’re suddenly being forced up against the edge of the table, Heeseung’s hands grabbing at your body, lifting you onto the edge of it. The entire table shakes, bottles clatter against one another as you’re perched on the edge of it. His hands run over your body as he kisses you breathless, tongue running over the insides of your mouth like he hopes to memorize it. His hands move from your waist to your back and back down, to your hips and your thighs. You gasp into his mouth, which he swallows, tongue pressing into the softness of your palate as he digs his fingers into your exposed thighs, parting your legs so he can step between them. He brings your legs around his waist so he can lift you from the table, into his arms. You flail against him, wrapping your arms around him lest you fall. From this angle, you can gain an upper hand, forcing his head back with your hands on his jaw, kissing down into his mouth. 

“Muse,” he moans into your mouth. It’s the most gorgeous sound, you don’t even mind the way he’s carrying you from the room, nearly stumbling into the wall when he’s moaning into your mouth. His hands are under your dress, feeling over your thighs and ass, blindly making his way to his bedroom with you clinging to him. You move your attention from his mouth to his neck, letting the blinding feeling of desire and need fill you. Heeseung moans fill your head as you mouth over his neck and jaw, burying your face into the crook of his neck. 

He all but throws you onto the bed when he finally makes it to the room, still staring at you with flaming, blackened eyes. You feel helplessly pinned beneath his gaze, watching as he looks at you with flushed skin, chest heaving, lifting a hand to rip his cloak from his shoulders. A burning feeling starts to begin in your chest as he climbs onto the bed, crawling towards you. You lift a hand to it, spread out on the bed beneath him, trying to find the origins of it but Heeseung already knows it. He gets on top of you, all but tearing your dress open so he can look, finding where his name has been written into your skin. You look down to see it burning and glowing black, Heeseung staring down at it with dilated pupils. 

“You can’t be,” he whispers but still his gaze lifts back to your face, open and surprised, eyes hazy with arousal. “You’re not mortal. You’ve never been mortal.” The words leave him like he can’t understand it.

“No, of course not,” you tell him but it doesn’t quell anything within him. If anything it makes him shake, unrestrained lust and desire surging through him. He pushes you down into the bed, hovering over the top of your body. You stare up at him, entranced by the look in his eyes. Somehow, you’re not scared, instead watching as his blackened eyes run over your form with something like adoration. 

“How have you been hiding from me this whole time?” He whispers. Heeseung’s hands run over your body with adoration. He struggles with the tie of your dress, all but tearing it the rest of the way open so you can finally be revealed to him. You flinch back from his rough movements but once your dress has been opening, revealing your body, his touch becomes soft. Scorching and burning and flaming over every inch of skin he touches, hot enough to hurt, fanning a flame inside of you you didn’t know was there. You throw your head back, overwhelmed by it all as Heeseung leans down to kiss your chest, mouthing over the words he put on your skin. “It could’ve been you. I could’ve been first,” he moans brokenly into your skin, bringing his hands to your waist to slide them beneath you, gathering you in his arms.

You don’t know what he means, but it doesn’t matter. Your thoughts all disappear as you arch your back into his touch, his mouth moving over your skin with a desperation, tongue and teeth and lips. His kisses travel over your collarbones and your chest, licking over your nipples, making you clench the bedding beneath you. Further down, Heeseung showers you with affection, over your breasts to your ribs and stomach and waist. You look down to see him caress you with his mouth like he can’t get enough of your body, like he never wants to stop touching you. 

Lying you out again, he moves further down, to your undergarments, which he hastily pulls down, your hips lifting to help him. You couldn’t imagine pushing him away. Heat melts through you, centering deep within your hips. Your undergarments are damp with your slick, dripping from you onto the bedding once he’s taken them from you. Heeseung doesn’t waste any time, parting your legs with gentle hands so he can get between them, letting his mouth run over your body once again. 

“I needed you so badly,” he moans into your skin, lips kissing your lower stomach, over your hips, down towards where you need him. You still can’t find it in yourself to touch him, worried that it might break whatever desperate lust filled spell is filling his head. He keeps going, skipping where you need him most so he can kiss over your thighs, mouthing and sucking and licking and biting at the skin inside. You whimper, hips kicking when he avoids you, your cunt clenching and unclenching around nothing. You look down at him, watching as Heeseung finally lifts his gaze from your body once he’s finished biting a dark mark into your thigh. He rests his cheek against the inside of your thigh, panting heavily as he looks up at you with nothing less than adoration in his eyes.

“You have no idea what you are, do you?” He asks and you shake your head. “You’re what I need. You’re my other half.” He interrupts himself just to needily kiss your skin. “And all this time, you’ve been hidden from me.” Barely can he say a single sentence without kissing your skin with a desperation that bleeds from him. “Another great punishment from the cosmos, from my very mother who swore that I was never meant to be born. You were kept from me.” He crawls up your body, hands all over you, mouth trailing all across your skin, only to take your face in his hands once he’s knelt between your legs. “But no longer.” He swears, kissing across your chest, your collarbones, like devotion, like worship. “I’ll have you as I was always meant to.” 

“Why do I not know?” You ask, tears building in your eyes with frustration. “I feel like I know nothing. I feel like I’ve never known anything at all.” You grab at him, fisting his shirts in your fingers. He lets you, looking at you with such softness you can’t stand it. “All this time, and I know nothing.” Heeseung brushes your tears away when they fall from your eyes. “Tell me you’re not lying,” you demand, pulling on him, forcing him closer. Your tone is tight, but it threatens to shatter like glass and Heeseung’s heart aches, listening to you beg for the truth. “Tell me you’re not lying to me. I couldn’t take it, after everything⁠—” You cut yourself off with a sob.

“I am not lying,” Heeseung assures you. “Of all the things in these cosmos, I would not lie about this. Please, you have to believe me.” His own eyes have softened, dark brown and pleading with you. “Every soul is weighed because every soul is only half of what they are. Every soul is forever seeking their other half, even us.” He sounds breathless as he says it, stroking your cheeks like you’re made of glass. The most precious thing he could ever touch. “Even Gods. You are mine.” He presses kisses to your tear streaked cheeks. “You are my other half, my beautiful Muse.” He kisses your lips again, sweet and deep and desperate. You pull him closer, trying to get him against you, but his clothes rub uncomfortably against your skin. When he parts, he speaks into your lips, “And now I will have you, as I have always meant to.” 

When he slips away from you, it’s to disrobe, his clothes peeling away from his gorgeous body. You watch from the bed as he strips them away, layers between your skin, until he’s able to move back to you, laying himself over you. His golden skin slides over yours, warm and sweet, his mouth making its way from your stomach to your chest as he drops down between your spread legs. His hands slide over your thighs to your hips and waist, gathering you in his arms once more. You wrap yours around him, finally allowing yourself to touch him, his lips caressing the burn of his name as he presses himself against your body. 

He brings you into his lap, your legs parted around his hips. Heeseung departs from your skin just so he can look down, taking a hand from your back so that he might spread you open from him. You moan as his fingers run over your slick folds, gathering the wetness that drips from you to spread it over himself. Already his cock is hard and leaking, but still he needs more. Heeseung moans, teasing himself with the slick of you, pressing forward to align himself with your entrance. You’re more than he could ever hope for, he wants to savor this. He wants to have you for the first time as long as possible. 

Your body aches for him as he carefully pushes himself inside of you. You lean forward to clutch him against you as you’re filled with him. You shift over his lap, all but straddling him, his hand leaving his cock to instead take you by the hip, dragging you down over him. Heeseung’s gasps and whimpers filter through your consciousness but it’s hard to focus on it when it feels like you’re being torn apart from the inside, fire and flames washing through you, a bone deep ache. 

“You feel so good,” Heeseung moans into your cheek, his hands gripping you so tightly it hurts. “Like you were made for me.” 

“I was,” you whisper into his ear, a shiver ripping through him.

His hands slide over your body, his lips pressing kisses to your shoulder and neck as he grips your ass, guiding you on top of him. Every stroke of him against your walls sends new, mind numbing, earth shattering waves of pleasure through you. You have to dig your fingers into his shoulders to keep yourself grounded to the reality of him, his body against yours, his hands on your body, to keep from floating away. Your eyes are constantly rolling, your body following his guidance so mindlessly, eating up every last ounce of pleasure he gives to you. 

“So good,” you whisper into his ear. “Heeseung, please,” you whimper, choking a moan from his lips. 

“Oh please,” he cries out. He forces you to move faster, building to a frantic pace, your hips meeting his with loud, wet slaps, your slick dripping out of you to stain his skin, dripping down between your bodies to the bedding. “Oh please, please,” he moans, head thrown back. You press your lips to his skin, kissing over the golden skin beneath you, watching as he trembles underneath you, wracked with pleasure like he’s never known before. “I need more,” he whimpers into your throat. “I need you.” 

You pull him with you, down towards the bed. He falls with you, your back hitting the bed. You’re trapped beneath his body, your legs parted around his hips, Heeseung leaning over the top of you. His cock slips deeper inside, forcing you to take him at a different angle. You choke out a strangled moan as Heeseung adjusts for you. He takes your thighs in hand, pressing them back against your stomach, leaning over the top of you, making you cry out for him. Your hands find his wrists, digging into them as he starts to fuck you slowly, rolling his hips down into the tight press of your body, your knees over his shoulders. He looks down at you through flaming irises, watching your expression grow hazy, your mouth open, your eyes staring into his, unfocused and hazy. 

“Like this?” He asks, going faster and faster. You throw your head back into the pillow as he takes you apart. His hands leave your thighs so he can take your hands in his, bringing them up beside your head, pinning you down with his hands on either side of your head. From this close, he can practically bend you in half watching from up close as you take him, over and over again, forced to experience every last mind breaking wave of pleasure that rushes through you. 

Your eyes are transfixed on his eyes, the way they’re turning pitch black, soaking up all the light in the room, spreading out to fill even sclera, turning deep and endless. You can’t tear your eyes away from him as it happens, heat rising up from deep within your pleasure, aching through you, licking out at your every nerve ending. The heavy pressure of him inside of you, the feeling of him filling you over and over again, you can feel it building inside of you, closer and closer to the precipice. 

“Heeseung,” you whimper, squeezing his hands in yours, your hips trying to buck up against his but unable to with the way he’s pressed you down into the bedding. “I- I-” 

“Give it to me,” he whispers. “Let me feel you. Like I was always meant to.” He watches you as something dark and all consuming builds inside of you, flaring through the words on your chest, rising up into your eyes. Black and flaming, reaching out through your pupils, swallowing your irises, into your sclera. “Yes, yes, yes,” Heeseung moans. “Yes, beautiful. Become mine.”

You cry out, head thrown back as it tears through you, your cunt spasming around his cock. Cum gushes out of you, dripping and adding to the mess between your bodies. Heeseung grips your hands, chasing the way you tighten around him, over and over and over until it breaks over him too. His eyes close, mouth falling open as he comes apart inside of you, filling you up. 

In the library, left alone on the scale, Heeseung’s bottle glitters. The gaseous form inside turns silver, sinking down to the bottom. The liquid inside swirls against the side of the glass, splashing and lashing and churning until it settles down, idling at the bottom of the bottle. A perfect match to your own. 

“Do you really think I could’ve been first?” You ask, lying in bed beside him once you’ve both cleaned up. You’re cradled against his chest, like he can’t imagine letting go of you. You rest your head on his chest, his arms wrapped around your waist, a hand rubbing up and down your side. Heeseung hums from above you, as though truly still thinking it over. 

“If things had been different, perhaps you would’ve,” Heeseung says. 

He knows well how different things could’ve been. He knows that his mother always resented him, feared him perhaps, for all the power he possessed. He was the one who killed their father, he was the one who helped form the Earth, he was the one who made the very first human. Heeseung’s always had power unlike anything else, and for that their mother feared that he might one day turn on all of them. It was with great fear and resentment for her eldest child that she turned to her other sons, begging them to stop him. He knows that, had their mother had her way, they would’ve killed him, but they didn’t. Instead Heeseung was thrown to the abyss beyond the river, chained to an eternity of doing what they feared he would’ve destroyed. Maintaining a careful balance. 

Their mother did everything in her power to destroy what Heeseung created, including humans. It killed her, what she did, trying to undo what her son had done. She unthreaded human souls, forcing them into two, doing what she thought was necessary to be sure that her son’s creations could never fulfill what she feared most. Dethrone the sons she loved so desperately. She tore herself apart to do it, hiding the truth from her six sons in the hope that they would never discover it. 

Truly, Heeseung knew this might happen. His brothers were built in his image, he knew they would never be whole on their own. He, though, he thought maybe he would be. His mother was more devious than he thought. She must’ve known otherwise for how else would you be a God if she had not purposefully hidden you from him?

“If things had been different, I wouldn’t have had to go to such lengths to find you. I would’ve… maybe I would’ve had you a long time ago.” He looks down at you and smiles gently. He presses a soft kiss to your forehead, making you smile as well. “I would’ve torn the world apart for you if I knew they were hiding you from me,” he whispers into your skin. “You know this, don’t you?” 

“I know it,” you agree.

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Your friend shot you a sympathetic look but you looked to the side, earning a sigh from her. "You need to stop doing this, (Name). You're only gonna hurt yourself if this goes on."

You tuned her out, pointedly looking out of the window on your right. Ningning sighed again, closing the first-aid kit once she's done.

"I'm gonna regret telling you this but I know someone who can teach you," she started, catching how your ears twitched at her words.

She took a deep breath and exhaled. "His name's Heeseung and—"

You shot up before she could finished her sentence. "Wait, did you just say Heeseung? As in the Lee Heeseung? The one who won first place at every competitions?"

Ningning nodded. "Yup, the very same man himself. He doesn't ride anymore, due to a mild injury. He reached out to me first, asking if you needed someone to… teach you."

Your eyes widened, nearly popping out of its sockets. "To teach me?" You repeated, "wait, when did he contact you? And why now?"

Your friend pursed her lips. "Because I'm worried about you! You're spending most of your time practicing. You're always injured whenever you came home. Who wouldn't be worried!"

"Ningning—"

She stopped when she realized she's getting ahead of herself, closing her eyes and internally count to three before reopening them, looking like she had surrendered, like she knew her words couldn't stopped you from chasing after your dreams.

"Just.. be careful," she ended.

You nodded, reaching over to place your hand over hers. "I will. I promise."

~

The next day, you found yourself standing in front of a lonely house.

There's nothing impressive about it at first glance, other than the large and an open-aired fenced up area with a few horses roaming about, their ears twitching. A sheltered stable was situated on the right of the area, where you're certain it's built for horses to take shelter from the harsh, unforgiving sunlight and heavy rain.

At first, you thought you've arrived at the wrong place. You squinted your eyes against the sun shining down on you ruthlessly, holding down your hair when a strong gust of wind blew past you, causing sand to slap lightly against your skin. But no matter where you looked, no one was around. You were about to walk away, feeling defeated when—

"Are you (Name)?"

You looked over your shoulder, body turning as still as a statue when your eyes landed on—what you probably think—is the most handsome man you've laid your eyes upon, in your entire life. His features looked as though they were carefully sculpted from a patient hand—sharp when they needed to be and soft where it mattered.

High cheekbones caught under the sunlight, casting subtle shadows across his face, while his jawline was clean and defined enough to make your stomach do an embarrassing little flip. A worn brown suede jacket hung loosely over his broad frame, the oversized collar lined with dark fur that softened his otherwise imposing appearance. Beneath it was a faded henley shirt, the top button left unbuttoned, showing off more of his sun-kissed skin of his neck and collarbones that made you want to sink your teeth into.

A plaid shirt was tied around his waist, adding another layer to the effortlessly rugged look. Combined with the dust coating his boots and the horses roaming around behind him, he looked like he belonged here.

For the past few seconds or minutes, all you could do was to stare. And it didn't go unnoticed by him, whose eyes gleamed in amusement.

"I'm guessing that's a yes," he said.

Your face flared up. "Uh—"

Great.

Your first ever face-to-face encounter with someone you highly respect and you've already made a fool of yourself. What you didn't know however, was how you're so caught up in your embarrassment to notice how his eyes darkened a shade, how he tongued his cheek as he greedily and shamelessly drink in your figure.

"I know why you're here," he said, saving you from further drowning in a pool of humiliation.

You blinked. "Oh really?"

Heeseung nodded and crossed his arms. "Yup, I saw you before, how you always watch the competitions and shoving your way to stand at the front."

Your ears turned red, not sure whether you should be flattered with the fact that he remembers you, out of everyone else among the audience or something else. You awkwardly cleared your throat, shuffling your feet on the spot, feeling unusually timid with his unwavering and intense gaze that never left your face.

"So, when do we begin?" You asked, managing to keep your voice even and steady despite how your heart's about to leap out of your throat.

The man cocked his head to the side. "What makes you think I'll say yes?"

You opened and closed your mouth, rendered speechless by the sheer audacity of the man. Heeseung laughed, the sound light and melodious. You sworn you heard faint wedding bells ringing in the distance, feeling all light-headed and floaty.

"I'm kidding, I won't go back on my words. I'm not that kind of person," he replied, gesturing for you to follow him as he turned.

You obliged, easily catching up to him and walked beside him, where he brought you over to the fenced up area—where a few nearby mares stopped to look at your approaching figures.

You gulped, entering once Heeseung pushed the fence opened. You watched as a horse headed to him, standing a few centimeters back to observe his interaction with the four-legged creature.

How his features softened as he talked to it in a hushed, comforting tone. The kind of tone one will used when talking to their partner. How he lovingly patted the horse, his calloused fingers brushing against its skin. How he chuckled when it nudged its nose against his neck, huffing out hot air, begging for more attention, similar to a spoiled house cat.

"It likes you. What's its name?" you asked, crossing your arms, unaware that you're smiling from the wholesome interaction.

Heeseung hummed, brushing his hand through the majestic stallion's mane. "Name's Stella, she's been my ride and die since I first saw her. She's very loyal too. Wouldn't let anyone else other than me ride her."

You nodded. "Loyalty is hard to earn. The fact she's loyal to you is an impressive feat of its own."

His lips curled up in a knowing smirk. "If I didn't know better, I would think you're hitting on me."

"Someone needs to knock that ego of yours down a peg," you retorted but your words lacked no bite, your stomach doing another embarrassing flip at how the smirk widened across his face.

Damn, if you knew Heeseung's this fine, you would've done something about it a long time ago.

He stepped away from Stella, turning to walk towards you at a slow, languid pace, like he's taking a walk in a park. It took all of you to not moved an inch, planting your feet into the solid ground beneath your feet.

The cowboy stopped, now standing close enough for the tips of your shoes to touch. With the close proximity, you're able to get a whiff of his cologne mixed with his natural scent.

"Oh really? And who would that be?" He cooed, voice dangerously low and smooth like honey, smooth enough to scratch your brain just right.

Your breath stuttered in your throat when his gaze trailed down your face, lingering on your lips before it's back up to your eyes. He's shameless, with how he doesn't looked ashamed at the fact of him being caught red-handed. And gods, his confidence made your cheeks flushed and your heart skipped a beat.

"I don't know. Maybe it's someone who just so happens to be in need of your… expertise," you replied, matching his tone, watching how his eyes widened slightly before they darkened a shade.

His jaw clenched but before he could say anything, you stepped back, looking at him all innocently despite the very obvious tension engulfing the two of you.

"So, are we getting started or what? C'mon cowboy, show me how you ride," you called out to him.

~

One week passed.

One week of Heeseung showing you the ropes behind horse riding. Putting your… desire for him to ravish you to six ways beyond the world, you're surprised with how knowledgeable he is for what seemed to be common sense. Sure, you have the basics locked down but there's more than just practice makes perfect.

"You're doing it again."

You stopped at his words, about to grab the reins but his voice stopped you. The cowboy leaned against the fence behind him, arms crossed with the hem of his hat dipping low enough to hide his eyes from your view. But it did nothing to hide how they kept flicking down to your bare thighs—something you did on purpose.

You worn the skimpiest outfit you can find in your closet—the shortest pair of shorts that barely covered anything along with the thinnest white crop top and a pair of dusty brown boots to complete the look. When Heeseung first saw you, you could see his brain malfunctioned on the spot.

He dragged his eyes down your body, tongue darting out to wet his lips at your clean, smooth and unblemished thighs. Skin that's practically inviting him in with open arms and legs for him to mark them, to leave physical evidence of him behind, imprinted on your body.

Not to mention, he made zero effort to hide the way he's eye-fucking you every time you bent over, giving him a front-view seat of your behind.

The cowboy sighed, already looking exhausted despite the lesson starting less than ten minutes ago. He didn't push off the fence, choosing to remain there so you can learned from your mistakes without needing him to guide you. Not when he had taught you a few times.

"I've told you before, your weight matters. A horse carries everything you do. Every shift and every movement. If you lean too forward, they feel it. Lean too back and they feel it too," he explained, pushing off the fence and approached you, placing his hand on the stallion's nose, earning a snort of satisfaction.

You hummed absentmindedly, idly twirling the reins around your fingers. It's not your fault, with how attractive the cowboy looks with the sunlight kissing his honey-toned face.

"…Are you listening?" He questioned, despite knowing the answer.

You blinked. "Y-Yea, I was."

Heeseung arched an brow, unconvinced. "Alright, then repeat what I just said."

"…The horse has feelings?"

He didn't reply, mostly because he doesn't have the energy anymore. Instead, all you got was a flat and unimpressed stare. You flashed him your most sweetest and brightest smile—a huge contrast to the kind of thoughts running through your mind, hoping it will softened him up.

But he didn't take the bait.

"Move your right leg back. You're gonna get thrown off the horse if you continue sitting like this," he instructed.

You knew you should move, should obey his words since he's the expert here. But you can't helped it, not with how your eyes, mind and attention drifted somewhere else. To the way his sleeves were rolled up to his elbows, revealing more of those choke and drool-worthy skin that you want to feel directly pressed against your body. To the muscles in his forearms, flexing whenever he adjusted the saddle straps or do anything else. And also—

"(Name)."

You blinked, snapping back to reality. "H-Huh?"

He looked at you, that signature unreadable look taking over his handsome and kissable face. "You're staring."

At me.

He doesn't have to say the last two words, not when it's clear as day as to what you were looking at. Heat crept up the back of your neck, flustered with his bluntness.

"..I wasn't! I was thinking!" You blurted out, a poor and feeble attempt to save yourself from your humiliating dilemma.

Heeseung chuckled, the sound low and throaty, enough for heat to pool in your stomach. Fuck, you want to feel the vibrations against your skin. Maybe on your neck or even better, the aching space between your legs. You didn't have to look down to know you're already soaking and leaking.

"Thinking about what? I'm sure it doesn't have anything to do with horse riding," he pointed out, all smug and knowing.

And he's not wrong.

His words gave you a surge of courage. You hopped off the horse, not caring how you'll land badly with how careless you were. The cowboy's eyes widened, genuine horror flashed across his face as he steadied you with his large hands on your hips. He parted his lips, ready to say something but you were faster.

You grabbed him by the collar of his shirt, yanked him towards you and crashed your lips against his. The kiss was messy, desperate and hot, fueled by nothing but the mini chasing and waiting game both of you willingly took part in. He was startled at first, with how he didn't react but when it clicked for him, Heeseung returned the kiss with equal neediness.

You let out a pleased sigh against his cupid-bow lips, a sound that he swallowed without hesitation. Heeseung tugged you close until you're pressed chest-to-chest, not leaving any ounce of space between you and him, like he didn't want to be separated from you.

Your fingers tangled themselves into his hair, not caring that the hat he worn fell to the floor or how you're out in the open, with the horse acting as a witness to two humans going at it.

You gave a light, experimental tug on his hair and was rewarded with a low, deep and guttural growl from him. More heat pooled in your stomach just from hearing it.

You attempted to rub your thighs together, desperately craving for some form of friction but Heeseung was faster. He broke the kiss and threw you over his shoulder, like you're nothing but a sack of potatoes.

"Heeseung!"

You squeaked out, mortified and your face turned even redder when he smacked your asscheek. It's not just once but rather, it was twice in a row—one left and one right. You bit down on your lip, swallowing the whimper that nearly slipped from the tip of your tongue, clenching down on nothing as your underwear is directly pressed against your core.

The cowboy turned a deaf ear to you, marching like he has somewhere to be. Looking over your shoulder, you noticed he's bringing you into the stables rather than his own home. The strong stench of hay and horse shit invaded your senses. You didn't have the time to be revolted at it, for your vision was flipped over.

You flailed your arms about like a wild, frantic chicken, only to find yourself straddling Heeseung's lap. The cowboy sat on what seemed to be a few layers of cloths.

His left hand clasped itself around the back of your neck, using it to pull you in so he could kissed you again. You moaned into the kiss, scooting forward, allowing him to touch you everywhere with his free hand.

You gasped as he boldly cupped you through your shorts, moving his hand up and down while swallowing the angelic sounds you made.

"So fucking wet for me. What a dirty, needy girl you are. Coming over and wearing these kinds of clothes. You knew what you were doing, don't you?" He hissed, fingers popping the button open swiftly.

You whimpered, lifting your hips up slightly so he can wrestle it down your legs, leaving you wearing your pathetic, thin and nearly transparent white cotton underwear with a cute pastel pink bow above your pussy. Heeseung pulled back, resting his forehead against yours and he audibly inhaled, unable to tear his eyes away from the large, visible wet patch.

"All this just from kissing? Tell me what you thought about," he murmured, ducking his head to trail hot, searing kisses down the expanse of your neck. It's only right for you to tilt your head back, granting him access as you hooked your arms around his shoulders to support your weight.

"I…hngh…t-thought about your—oh fuck—m-mouth," you stuttered, voice cracking at his kisses growing sharper and meaner, switching to using his teeth to leave marks in his wake.

Heeseung hummed, the vibrations traveling down the length of your body and right down to your pussy, causing more slick to pour out from it. "Yea? Want my mouth on you? Want me to eat you out until you're crying and begging for me to stop? Want me to eat this tight little pussy of yours?"

You outright sobbed at his words, how his voice dropped an octave lower. You grinded your hips against his, seeking for friction but he clicked his tongue, firmly holding you down, forbidding you from moving any further. Heeseung moved away from your neck, his lips swollen and pupils completely blown out, clouded with lust.

He kissed you again, softer and sweeter while he slowly leaned back, bringing you down with him. When he's fully laying on the sheets spread out beneath him, he broke the kiss, chuckling at how you chased after his lips. He patted your right thigh with his hand, shooting you a sly grin when you gave him a confused look.

"Sit on my face, princess. Wanna make you feel good," he said.

Well fuck, if that isn't the hottest thing you've heard in your entire life. As much as you wanted to lower yourself, a small part of you was unsure, thinking you were mishearing things. You looked at him, your hands curled into fists as they rested on your lap.

"..Are you sure?" You asked, your voice small.

Heeseung's features softened, his doe-like eyes never leaving your face, not even for a split second. "Of course I'm sure. I want this and you."

Your heart skipped a beat at his words combined with the pure sincerity in his voice. You scooted upward with him holding you gently but firmly by your waist until your core is hovering directly over his face. You let him tugged your panties to the side. The movement caused long, sticky and glimmering strands of slick to stretch until they snapped into half.

"Fuck, look at this.. So fuckin' pretty and wet. It's all for me, isn't it?" He breathed out, now hooking your arms around your waist, forcing you to lower yourself down onto his awaiting mouth.

The moment you fully sat on his face, you sworn you nearly saw the white pearly gates of heaven.

Heeseung eats you out like a starving, famished man, like he hasn't eaten a proper meal for the past five months. And that wouldn't be far from the truth. He's enthusiastic, messy and sloppy—all of the three things combined into what will probably be the best pussy-eating session you ever had.

Long and broad strokes along your puffy, dripping folds with the tip of his tongue used to collect your essence as he lapped away, like a dog in heat. When he reached your clit, he savored it with quick and pointed flicks, enough to make you bend forward, hands fisting the sheets beneath your palms.

Your thighs quivered at a particular loud and harsh suck with his lips wrapped around the hood of your clit, the suction making your toes curled in your boots.

"O-Oh fuck. So fuckin' good—hah," you moaned out loud, shame be dammed at this point.

He moaned, shaking his head side to side, further smearing your slick across his face, like how one does when they're spreading butter on bread. Loud slurping sounds and moans filled the air in the stables. Both of you didn't care that there were some horses in the same roof as you, both too focused in the current heat of the moment.

You weren't aware you were rocking your hips against his mouth, using the sharp edge of his nose to get yourself off. Heeseung groaned in approval, letting you use him like a tool. He moved his hand down to your ass, alternating between spanking and kneading the meaty flesh, like it's nothing but dough with his warm and calloused hand.

Your breathing grew ragged and unsteady, something tight gradually building in your abdomen, like a piece of rubber-band was stretched beyond its limit. The cowboy knew you're reaching your climax and he buried his face deeper into your pussy, his nose brushing against your clit in just the right angle.

You could barely register the kind of sounds you were making. Sounds that could rival against a professional pornstar. The crop top you worn cling onto your skin, drenched in nothing but your sweat from the humidity of the stable.

"I-I'm gonna cum—fuck, c-close," you babbled.

Your words only made him increased the intensity, with him now paying more attention to your swollen, sensitive clit. The last straw came in the form of him plunging his tongue as deep as possible for you to tip over the edge. Your thighs was clamped tightly around his head, body shaking like a fallen leaf as wave after wave of pleasure washed over you.

Heeseung didn't pull away but rather, he continued. He ate you through your orgasm, letting out louder moans and groans, acting like he's the one cumming instead of you. You had to pull at his hair relentlessly, trying to get him away from your sensitive pussy. Only when he pressed a final, light kiss directly on your core was he finally satisfied.

He sat up, only for you to stop him with a hand on his chest. Confused, he lets you pushed him back down until he's half-leaning against the wall behind him.

Confusion was replaced with understanding and desire once he saw how you scooted down, getting to your knees between his legs. You pushed the hem of his shirt up, revealing his honey-toned skin, outlines of his abs along with a dangerous v-line that took your breath away.

"Let me help you out," you murmured, never breaking eye contact as you palmed him through his jeans, feeling him hardened and filling out between your fingers.

Heeseung groaned, watching you with half-lidded eyes. He lets you unbuttoned and pulled the zipper down, the sound seemingly loud in the stable, foreshadowing what's to come. The jeans and Playboy boxers quickly came off as you placed it aside, not wanting it to be dirtied even though he doesn't care about that.

Your breath was punched out of your lungs when his cock sprang free from its restraints. It slapped against his toned stomach, leaving a bead of precum behind.

You planted a kiss on the tip—light and fleeting, savoring the way his breath hitched and how he canted his hips forward, his cock gliding against your left cheek.

You took him into your mouth, lips stretching as wide as possible to accommodate the grith of his cock. To say he's big would be an understatement. You felt a stinging and lingering pain from your jaw muscles, with how you're overexerting yourself to take him fully but you persisted. Your nostrils flared, able to smell his musty scent that makes your head spin and eyes dazing out.

Heeseung threw his head back, baring his Adam's Apple that bobbed up and down as he swallowed. Sweat droplets rolled down his neck. It's obvious he's fighting against his own demons—to fuck your throat like it's nothing but a fleshlight. You inched forward, starting off at a slow, steady rhythm as you bobbed your head back and forth.

You hummed, the added and abrupt vibration drew a choked out, breathless moan from the cowboy. Determined to hear more, you used your hand to touch areas you couldn't reached with your mouth, lightly raking your nails along the edge of his cock.

Heeseung's hips twitched and he accidentally jerked forward, shoving more of his cock down your mouth, eliciting a surprised, muffled sound from you.

"That's it, take it. Take everything," he grunted, hips moving as he thrusted into your mouth, reaching out with one hand to blindly grab a fistful of your hair, using it as reins like you're a horse and he's your rider.

You picked up the pace, hollowing your cheeks for better suction, causing him to arch his back off the sheets as it sticks to his back, already damp with nothing but his sweat.

Your hand reached further down, cupping and fondling with his heavy balls that's practically on the verge of bursting and he cum, spilling down your throat.

You didn't gag, swallowing everything he has to offer, slobbering away at his cock like it's nothing but a piece of chicken drumstick, pushing him through his climax. Heeseung's loud when he cums, moaning and chanting your name like a sacred prayer.

When he fell back to the sheets, all limp and boneless, you took that as your cue to pull away, planting a kiss on his tip, snickering at how it twitched from the contact.

Heeseung's eyes shifted to you, panting and he tugged you over, meeting you in the middle. Both of you moaned at the heavy taste of his cum filling your mouths.

The rest of your clothes were frantically removed, fueled with nothing but the pent-up need to feel your bodies pressed together. He paused, breath taken away from how your breasts jiggled free when he chucked your bra aside.

He leaned forward but you stopped him, fingers clasped around his chin, forcing him to look up at you with wide eyes.

"Next time. Just fuck me before I lose my mind," you confessed, like you're committing a sin.

He made a low, needy sound at the back of his throat, deeply affected by your words and the sheer desperation in your voice. He nodded eagerly, pulling you down to kiss you, wanting to get another taste of you. If he could, he'd prefer to stay like this until the end of the world—you sitting on his lap, the only place you deserved and you let him worshiped you.

You sighed into the kiss, letting your hands feel him up as you touched his bare chest, feeling him shivered under your palms when you brushed your fingers against his nipples. You opened your eyes when something light was placed on top of your head. One glance up was enough to identify the newly added but barely noticeable weight.

"Seriously?" You asked, amused but made no move to remove the accessory.

Heeseung, on the other hand, was starstruck by the sight before him. "Fuck, you look gorgeous. Ride me while you wear it."

You arched an brow. "So bossy, but if you insist."

With his help, you aligned yourselves together. Instead of sinking down immediately, you rocked your hips back and forth, moaning at the delirious sensation of his cockhead rubbing against your fat, dripping pussy lips. Heeseung hissed, nails digging into your hips when you grabbed a hold of his cock before pushing yourself down.

He watched, mesmerized with how his cock disappeared, inch by inch until you bottomed out, your asscheeks hitting his strong, muscular thighs. Your moans echoed among the four walls of the stables, with the horses minding their businesses.

Your mouth dropped open, forming an "O" shape at how you're practically being split apart on his cock.

"Fuck, so tight and warm," the cowboy rasped out, squeezing his eyes shut and teeth sinking into his bottom lip, clearly fighting against his restraint to not buck upwards.

You reached out, placing both hands on his shoulders to raise yourself up until his tip is still nestled between your pussy lips before slamming down. You repeated it, managing to set a doable pace for yourself, ensuring to move your hips in a tight circle motion at every thrust. The sound of skin slapping against skin along with the wet, squelching sounds was the only things audible in the stables.

You arched your back, pushing your chest forward, squealing out loud when Heeseung leaned forward to wrap his lips around your right nipple. He switched between licking and nipping at it. You had to hold the hat down from on top when you felt it tipping backward. He used his free hand to pinch your other nipple, wanting to give equal love and attention while you bounced on his lap.

"Just like that, doll. Look at you, you're a natural at riding," he groaned, detaching his lips from your nipple that's covered in a thin layer of saliva.

You watched with half-lidded eyes as the string of saliva snapped into half as he leaned back, wanting to take in the majestic view before him.

A series of whimpers, moans and whines spilled from your lips endlessly, like a broken water tap. You didn't care that you were being extremely loud, not like there's anyone around in the first place. Here, it's just you and Heeseung, along with the horses being the unfortunate victims of watching someone riding the living lights of their precious rider.

Heeseung gripped onto your hips and delivered a sharp, long thrust upward. It's enough to draw a high-pitched cry from you. Your body slumped forward, arms hanging loosely around his shoulders and he took that as his cue to fuck into you from below.

You buried your face in the crook of his neck, tongue licking up the sweat on his honey-toned skin, tasting salt on your tongue. Your nails dug into his back, hard enough to leave marks behind—something he doesn't mind.

You keened, unable to think of anything else other than the intoxicating feeling of his cock sliding in and out of your wet, gaping pussy and how he's able to hit places that you thought it was impossible to.

"H-Hee.. hngh, g-gonna cum—"

You slurred, tears prickling your eyes with your vision blurring slightly. At your words, Heeseung threw your right leg over his shoulder. You were still seated on his cock but the slight change of angle allowed him to slide deeper, if that was still possible.

"Cum for me, baby," he demanded, hand snaking down to rub your clit furiously.

You had to support your weight with your hands braced against the sheets beneath you. You whimpered at the sudden, painful stimulation. Your body quivered nonstop as pleasure crashed over you without warning, your walls convulsing around his cock violently. Heeseung showed no signs of stopping as he continued to fuck you through your orgasm.

"S-Stop! Too much," you wailed, milking his cock dry until a creamy white ring was formed around the base of his cock.

"Yes, you can. Do it for me," he panted, his movements growing sloppy.

With one final long thrust, he buried himself to the hilt and filled your pussy with thick and hot cum, painting your walls in the shade of milky white.

You moaned at the feeling of being filled up, feeling unusually full as he pumped you full of his cum. Your thighs trembled when you felt something warm and sticky slowly rolling down your thighs but made no move to wipe it off, too exhausted to lift a single finger.

You slumped against Heeseung, chin on his left shoulder. Both of you didn't say a word, catching your breath first. You felt him softening inside you but he didn't pull out.

"Heeseung, you—!?"

You didn't finish your sentence, not when he snapped his hips upward again. You sobbed, your pussy too sensitive for anything else now. You leaned back, wanting to tell him off or to stop him, only for your voice to die down in your throat.

Even when he looks wrecked, he still looks annoyingly handsome, much to your mild annoyance. Whatever thoughts or words you had in mind was washed down the drain when he snapped his hips forward, his cock kissing that one spongy spot hidden in your pussy, making your eyes rolled to the back of your head.

with a quiet sigh, you shifted, searching for a more comfortable position— or at least you tried to. your brows pinched together. why couldn’t you move?

you squinted your eyes— attempting to see in the darkness, slowly collecting that the pillow you normally hook under your leg was radiating warmth. it wasn’t a pillow. it was your best friend.

jungwons arm was thrown around your waist, your leg thrown over his lap and hooked around him. memories of staying up too late watching obsession and pausing every second to make funny comments came flooding back to you.

you slowly began to pull your leg off of him, trying way too hard not to wake him.

“mmm… don’t.” jungwons eyes stayed closed, his voice rough with sleep as he absentmindedly rested a hand on your knee, holding it exactly where it was. “comfy.”

your mouth fell open. you lay back down, readjusting your thigh over him— jesus. he’s fucking bricked.

“jungwon,” your breath hitched, still looking at him.

“hm?” he propped his head up, eyes pulling open, laced with sleep.

“you’re…” you looked down then back at jungwon, who was now smiling lazily.

“morning thing,” he dragged his words on, clearly tired. “help me with it, hm?”

your eyes widened. did he mean what you think he did? “you mean like-“

“only if you want.”

you were dumbfounded. sure, you’d had sex. but with jungwon? you were sure you would never have a chance with him— you gave it up years ago when he started throwing around the ‘best friend’ title. “yeah,” your voice came out strained.

he sat up against the headboard, pulling you onto his lap and rolling his hips against yours, earning a low moan out of both of you.

he put his hand on the nape of your neck and slammed his mouth against yours. continuing to guide you against him as his grip on your hips grew tighter.

you tore your shirt off before continuing the kiss, your hips still rutting against the tent in his sweatpants.

“shit—” you panted, digging your nails into jungwons shoulders as the knot in your stomach grew needier.

the friction brought a low whimper out of jungwon that only made you wetter. he gave in, pulling his boxers down just enough— cock springing free while you lifted off him to discard the rest of your clothes.

he groaned at the feeling of your entrance. a small wet squelch noise filled the room as you whimpered, adjusting to the stretch.

a ragged trail of red runs down his cheeks, his eyes filled with lust watching your walls surround his cock. it was a beautiful sight, even in the dark.

you whined, sitting in place and looking down, his size causing pain that was hardly allowing you to move yourself. “sorry,” you felt bad making him wait, slowly getting used to the new feeling.

he chuckled lowly, tracing comforting circles in your arm. “it’s ok,” he reassured. “when you’re ready.”

you started slowly pulling on and off of him, both of your uncontrollable noises from years of yearning filling the room. “nngh— fuck!” your arm flew to grab his bicep as your pace grew faster.

your slick covered the base of his cock, slowly dripping down with every thrust until it reached his lower stomach.

he whimpered through his teeth, bringing a desperate hand to your tit and throwing his head back. “shit— m’ gonna-“

your vision grew hazy at the extreme amounts of bliss, lashes fluttering and jaw slack.

you grinded down one last desperate circle, crying out as your walls clenched hard around him and you both tipped over the edge, his hips instinctively jerking upward into you.

“did that help?” you said mockingly, pulling yourself off and falling beside him.

- - -

a/n: sorry this took so long anon i have too many drafts

you prided yourself on being a competent, independent woman who could handle anything on her own. 

today was no different. you had woken up early, determined to prove to yourself that you didn't need anyone's help. 

you made your own coffee, using the exact measurement of beans for your pour-over setup. you answered all your work emails, organized your finances, and even fixed a wobbly chair leg in your living room without a single youtube tutorial. 

you were on a mission. a mission of self sufficiency.

when you walked into heeseung's apartment that afternoon, you were practically buzzing with accomplishment. 

you didn't wait for him to greet you. you just kicked off your shoes and went straight to the kitchen, opening his fridge with a critical eye.

heeseung found you there a few minutes later, a lazy smirk on his face as he watched you rearrange his spice rack.

"you're in a mood today," he observed, walking up behind you and wrapping his arms around your waist.

"i'm just being productive," you replied, leaning back into his hold for a moment before pulling away to grab a cloth and wipe down his counter. "your place was a mess."

heeseung chuckled, a low, dark sound that made your stomach flip. "my place is fine. you're just restless." he spun you around to face him, his hands landing on your hips. 

"so independent. so capable. so stubborn." he reached up and cupped your face, his thumb tracing your bottom lip. "you really don't need anything from me, do you?"

"i don't need anything," you repeated, trying to sound firm, but your voice came out a little breathless.

heeseung's smirk widened. "we'll see about that." 

he leaned in and kissed you, but it wasn't a gentle peck. it was demanding. his tongue swept into your mouth, claiming it as his own. 

his hands moved to your hips, pulling you flush against him. you felt yourself melting into him, your knees weakening. 

you hated that he could do this to you. you hated that you could feel your independence crumbling under his touch. 

he pulled back, leaving you breathless and dazed. "i'm going to show you how useless you are," he whispered, a promise.

you nodded, too overwhelmed to speak. 

he took your hand and led you to the bedroom, his grip firm. you let him lead you, your brain fogging up as he pushed you gently onto the bed. 

you watched him undress, your heart hammering against your ribs. he kicked off his clothes, standing over you in all his glory. you couldn't look away. 

you felt small, vulnerable, completely at his mercy.

"look at me," he commanded. you obeyed, lifting your eyes to meet his.

"you're so pretty," he said, his voice thick with desire. he crawled onto the bed and hovered over you, his hands pinning your wrists above your head. "but you're thinking too much. i can see it in your eyes."

"i'm not thinking," you lied, your voice barely a whisper.

"yes, you are. you're thinking about how to be independent. about how to be in control." heeseung leaned down and captured your mouth in a searing kiss, silencing your protests. 

his tongue moved against yours, demanding submission. his hands moved down your sides, squeezing your breasts roughly. you moaned into his mouth, your back arching off the bed. 

you tried to wriggle free, to reclaim some control, but he held you fast.

"stay still," he growled against your lips.

you stilled, panting.

"good girl," he praised. he kissed his way down your neck, licking and nipping at the sensitive skin. 

he moved to your collarbone, his teeth grazing the bone. you gasped, your head falling back against the pillows. you felt a coil of heat unfurling deep in your belly. 

you tried to focus on your breathing, but it was impossible. his touch was everywhere. he was everywhere.

he moved down your body, his lips leaving a trail of fire in his wake. 

he kissed your stomach, his tongue tracing the curve of your hip bone. he reached the waistband of your pants, and his fingers hooked into the fabric. 

he pulled them down slowly, his eyes never leaving yours. you lifted your hips to help him, feeling exposed and incredibly vulnerable. he slid the pants down your legs and tossed them aside, leaving you in just your underwear.

heeseung paused for a moment, admiring the view. "you're so wet," he said, his voice dripping with satisfaction. 

"look at you. you're already ruined." he slid your panties to the side, his fingers dipping into your wetness. you gasped, your back bowing off the bed.

"yes," you whimpered, your mind already starting to blur.

he inserted a finger, curling it just right to hit that spot inside you that made your vision white out. 

you screamed, your back arching off the bed. your thoughts scattered like dust in the wind. you couldn't form a coherent sentence, all you could think about was the feeling of his finger inside you, stretching you open, filling you. 

he continued to finger you, adding a second finger, then a third. 

he stretched you open, scissoring his fingers to make you ready for him. you were panting, your eyes rolling back. 

you were a mess of moans and whimpers, completely at his mercy. you were becoming a puddle of mush, completely dependent on his hands. 

you tried to grip the sheets, to ground yourself, but your hands just clenched and unclenched uselessly.

he pulled his fingers out, and you whined, disappointed. "no, please," you begged, your voice cracking. "don't stop."

heeseung laughed, a dark, low sound. "shh, baby. i'm not done with you yet. i'm going to make you forget your own name." he moved up the bed, positioning himself between your legs. 

he grabbed your knees and spread them wide, exposing you completely to him. he looked at you with hungry eyes, drinking in the sight of your flushed skin and your heaving chest.

"you're so beautiful," he whispered. he leaned down and took one of your nipples into his mouth, sucking and biting gently. 

you moaned loudly, your back arching off the bed. he moved to the other nipple, giving it the same treatment, and you whined, a high-pitched sound of desperation. 

he was driving you wild, making your brain turn to mush. you couldn't think, couldn't process anything other than the pleasure. 

he pulled back, his hands moving to his own cock. he stroked himself a few times, and you watched, mesmerized. 

you wanted to taste him. you wanted to please him. you wanted to be good for him.

"open your mouth," he commanded.

you parted your lips obediently, sticking your tongue out. heeseung guided his cock into your mouth, filling you instantly. 

you gagged slightly as he hit the back of your throat. he held your head steady with both hands, fucking your face with rough strokes. he went faster and deeper, making you choke and drool all over his lap. 

the sensation was overwhelming. you felt your eyes water, but you didn't care. you just wanted to make him happy. you wanted to be useful. you wanted to show him that you could be a good girl for him. 

you hummed around him, making him groan in pleasure. the vibrations sent shockwaves through his cock, and he gasped, his grip tightening on your hair. 

you loved the taste of him, loved being used like this. you were completely forgetting about your independence, all that mattered was pleasing him. you sucked him deeper, swallowing around him, making him moan.

he pulled out of your mouth with a pop, leaving you gasping for air. "you look so pretty with your mouth all used," he said, wiping the spit from your chin. "you're doing so well."

"thank you," you mumbled, your voice thick with desire.

"get on your back," he ordered.

you scrambled to obey, lying down on the bed. heeseung climbed on top of you, positioning himself at your entrance. he rubbed his cock against your folds, teasing you. "please, heeseung," you begged, arching your hips up.

"be a good girl and wait."

he teased you for what felt like an eternity, driving you insane. he rubbed his tip against your entrance, then pulled back, just out of reach. you whined, frustrated. "please," you pleaded. "i need you."

finally, he couldn't take it anymore. he slammed into you in one smooth motion. you cried out, your back arching off the bed. he filled you completely, stretching you to the limit. 

he stayed there for a moment, letting you adjust, and then he started to move. he was rough from the start, pounding into you with a force that left you breathless. 

you couldn't keep up, couldn't do anything but take it. he was driving you wild, making your brain turn to absolute mush.

"yes! yes! yes!" you chanted, your voice lost in the haze of pleasure. you were nothing but a moaning, writhing body, completely under his control. 

heeseung leaned down to kiss you, his tongue deep in your mouth, tasting your desperation. he pulled back, looking down at you with dark eyes.

"you're so beautiful when you're used up," he said, his voice low and raspy. "so dumb and pretty." 

he picked up the pace, going harder and faster, his hips snapping against yours with a wet, rhythmic sound that echoed in the room. 

each thrust drove the air from your lungs, making your tits bounce with the force of it. you were completely lost, your mind a blank slate wiped clean by the overwhelming pleasure. 

all your independence, all your stubborn competence from this morning, felt like a distant memory from someone else's life. right now, you were just a body, a toy for him to use, and the thought made you clench around him, a fresh wave of wetness coating his cock.

"feel that?" he grunted, his voice strained with exertion. "your pussy's sucking me in. knows who owns it." 

he shifted his angle slightly, and the new position had the head of his cock crashing directly into your g-spot. 

your eyes rolled back in your head, a silent scream tearing from your throat as your entire body seized up. your toes curled, your back arched into a painful bow, and your hands flew to his shoulders, nails digging deep into his skin, leaving angry red crescents in their wake. 

you were cumming, hard and fast, with no warning, no build-up, just a sudden, explosive release that left you shaking and sobbing.

"that's it, baby. give it to me," heeseung praised, his movements never faltering. 

he fucked you through your orgasm, drawing it out until you were a whimpering, oversensitive mess. 

"such a good girl, cumming all over my cock like that. you look so pretty when you're falling apart."

he slowed down for a moment, letting you catch your breath, but the reprieve was short-lived. he pulled out of you completely, and you whined at the sudden emptiness, a desperate, pathetic sound.

"turn over," he commanded, his voice leaving no room for argument. "ass up, face down. let me see that pretty little pussy."

you scrambled to obey, your limbs feeling like jelly. you flopped onto your stomach and pushed yourself up onto your hands and knees, presenting yourself to him. 

you felt a blush creep up your neck, burning hot on your cheeks at the sheer vulnerability of the position, but you didn't dare move. you heard him hum in approval, then felt the sharp, stinging slap of his hand against your ass.

"fuck, look at you," he breathed, his hands gripping your cheeks and spreading them wide. "so fucking perfect." 

he leaned down and bit the fleshy part of your ass, hard enough to make you yelp. he soothed the sting with his tongue, licking a long, wet stripe over the mark before moving to your dripping entrance. 

he lapped at your folds, tasting your arousal, his tongue delving inside you. you cried out, burying your face in the pillows to muffle your sounds as he ate you out from behind. 

he was merciless, his tongue fucking you, his nose bumping against your clit, pushing you closer and closer to another edge.

just as you felt the coil tightening in your belly again, he pulled away. you almost cried in frustration. "heeseung, please," you begged, your voice muffled by the pillow.

"please what, baby?" he taunted, his voice a low rumble. "tell me what you want."

"you," you sobbed, pushing your hips back, trying to find him again. "i want you. please, fuck me."

he chuckled, a dark, arrogant sound that made you shiver. "since you asked so nicely." 

he lined himself up with your entrance and slammed back into you, the new angle allowing him to go even deeper. you screamed into the pillow as he set a brutal pace, his hands gripping your hips hard enough to bruise. 

the room was filled with the sound of skin slapping against skin, your muffled cries, and his grunted praises.

"take it," he growled, his rhythm becoming erratic. "take all of it. this is what you needed, isn't it? to be fucked stupid? to be reminded who's in charge?"

you could only nod, your head too fuzzy to form words. you were so close again, the tension building higher and higher, a delicious, painful pressure that you craved and feared all at once. 

heeseung must have felt it too, because he reached around and started rubbing your clit in tight, fast circles. that was all it took.

you came again, this time even harder than before. your vision went black, and your body convulsed, your orgasm ripping through you with the force of a tidal wave. 

you collapsed onto the bed, boneless and trembling, but heeseung wasn't done with you. he flipped you over onto your back, your legs feeling like they were made of lead. 

he spread them wide and thrust back into you, his movements shallow and fast as he chased his own release.

"open your eyes," he ordered, his voice rough. "look at me when i cum inside you."

it took all the energy you had left, but you forced your heavy eyelids open. you looked up at him, at the sweat beading on his forehead and the intense, possessive look in his eyes. with a final, guttural groan, he buried himself deep inside you and stilled, his cock pulsing as he filled you with his cum. 

the feeling of him, hot and thick, spilling inside you was the last push you needed. you cried out as one last, smaller orgasm washed over you, a gentle wave after the storm.

he collapsed on top of you, his weight a comforting pressure that anchored you to the earth. 

you lay there for a long time, just breathing, your bodies tangled together. your mind was still blissfully blank, a quiet, peaceful void where thoughts of work and chores and independence couldn't reach you. 

all you could feel was the lingering ache between your legs and the steady beat of his heart against your chest.

eventually, heeseung stirred, pushing himself up onto his elbows. 

he looked down at you, a soft, gentle smile replacing the harsh, dominant look from before. he brushed a stray strand of hair away from your sweaty forehead. "you with me, baby?" he asked, his voice quiet.

you hummed in response, too tired to speak.

"good," he said, leaning down to press a soft kiss to your lips. "stay here. don't move." he climbed off the bed and disappeared into the bathroom, returning a moment later with a warm, wet washcloth. 

he gently cleaned you up, his touch impossibly tender after the rough way he'd just handled you. he tossed the cloth aside and then pulled the covers over both of you, gathering you into his arms and tucking your head under his chin.

"you did so good," he murmured into your hair, his hand rubbing soothing circles on your back. "so good for me. let me take care of you."

you snuggled closer, inhaling his scent and letting the warmth of his body seep into yours. 

you felt safe, protected, and completely cared for. the independent woman from this morning felt like a stranger, a silly girl who didn't know what she really wanted. this, right here, being held and cherished after being thoroughly used and broken down, this was what you needed. 

this was what you craved.

"sleep now," heeseung whispered, his voice a low rumble in his chest. "i've got you."

and with his arms around you and the weight of his possession settling over you like a warm blanket, you finally let go completely, drifting off into a deep, dreamless sleep.

⋆˚✿˖°

okay, that’s a little unfair to say—you loved it, yes, the same way you love how sunghoon groans every time he sits down on a chair because his back hurts, or when he’s a little too blunt for you not to laugh at. you love it because it’s him. god forbid you needed a little more, and the heavens knew you’d do anything but just ask.

too shy, too embarrassed, same thing. you don’t have enough courage, or any at all, to look park sunghoon in the eye and ask, ‘can you tie me up?’—so instead, you resort to secret retweets on an account no one looks twice at. who else is there to blame for the ache between your legs, if not you?

need hjm to tie me up n use me alll nightfuck [Post]

biiiig mistake. prime example of why you shouldn’t tweet half-asleep with your hands down your shorts, like some horny loser. posting tweets is an unusually fast affair—this would seem convenient to the average shitposter, but lord, not to you.

the tweet appeared in three seconds, right at the top of your timeline, next to a very mesmerizing selfie of yourself. you remember sunghoon picking the picture out, talking about how gorgeous your eyes looked, the way your lipstick shined on your lips, the glow of your skin through the screen—you laughed it off, nudged his shoulder, and made it your icon the same night.

so weird. your private account has a picture of chiikawa, not… you. why are you on your own timeline? hit tweet? is it glitching?

“oh my fucking god.”

the exact second you realize that the tweet was indeed not made on your private account, your heart drops straight through the mattress. any sleep that lingers in your body is immediately washed off of you in cold, shocking waves, leaving nothing behind but a gaping jaw and wide eyes.

deleting said tweet was also a fast affair, thank god. if you were lucky enough, nobody would’ve seen it. sunghoon, as chronically online as he may be, might still be at work and hence too busy to check your tweets—there’s just no way he got that notification, right? or maybe he doesn’t even have notifications on for your tweets at all, and you’re just spiralling for nothing.

the video was of this guy—he looked a little like sunghoon. smooth skin, warm underneath the dim light emanating from his desk lamp, cock flushed a dark pink from how pent up he is. it reminded you of your lover, though you had to admit that sunghoon’s was a little bigger (and prettier). you wonder if he’s waited all day to fuck the girl underneath him, the same way park sunghoon waits all day to come home to you, and the thought had survived all five seconds before it dissolved completely.

his arm reaches behind the camera. he pulls out red rope, thick and swirling in it’s pattern, vibrant compared to the scene of white bedsheets, stark in contrast to the woman’s flushed skin. she flinches when his fingertips run down her ribs, to her navel, stomach tensed like she knows what’s about to come—like it’s something she should be afraid of.

the video cuts to her face-down. her spine is arched so much that it reminds you of a crescent moon, bending at the man’s will, chest flush against the sheets with her ass perked up and slamming against his hips like it’s personally done him wrong. his hands are gripped around the rope tied around her hips, driving her back every time she tries to run away, and all she does is moan and cry and scream at how fucking good it feels.

the orgasm hit you so hard that it was humiliating. sunghoon will never have to know, he won’t ever need to know. sweet, innocent sunghoon, who’s never laid a hand on you, never offering a single touch that seemed to much to handle.

alls well that ends well. the tweet’s gone, your thighs are still shaking, and sunghoon’s probably too focused on driving to check your timeline. there’s just no way he would’ve seen it—

ding!

hoonie: Baby, is this what you want? 21:50

hoonie: [Attachment] 21:50

hoonie: You want me to tie you up and use you? 21:52

hoonie: Ignoring me isn’t gonna work. 22:00

hoonie: I’ll be home in 5. 22:00

oh, okay.

“stay still, won’t you?” sunghoon mumbles under his breath, an exasperated sigh leaving his lips before he pulls again. the veins in his biceps bulge under his skin as he works his way around your body, looping the black rope intricately, tight enough for it to leave your flesh spilling around the sides of it. “didn’t you ask for this? i even got the rope you wanted.”

your legs are the only parts he’s allowed freedom of movement. your arms bound to your back, a soft whimper claws it’s way involuntarily out of your throat when he tightens the final knot.

“i used to be good at doing these. a little sloppy now,” he clicks his tongue. sunghoon’s eyes glaze over you, almost in admiration of his own work. “summer camps came in handy. didn’t they, y/n?”

you grit your teeth, looking up at him through the gaps in your hair. you’d have moved them out of your face by now, but given your current predicament, you can’t do much else but stare at the man towering above you—clad in nothing but boxers that restrict his leaking cock, dark eyes lingering over your exposed chest where the thick rope leaves red imprints—one line crosses over your sternum, and another just under your breasts.

“what do you think? tight enough?”

god, if this isn’t karma, you don’t know what is. “shut up.”

sunghoon offers you a sympathetic yet equally infuriating smile. his knee dips into the mattress, in the space between your knees. “thank you for telling me. i never would’ve realized how gorgeous you look like this otherwise. such a blessing you are.”

“yeah, okay. i didn’t even—i was gonna delete it. i did, actually. were you fucking refreshing my page?”

“i have notifications on,” he responds bleakly. before you know it, his arms are reaching for the knot in the centre of your stomach, sitting an inch above your navel. “looks like you’re too slow, huh?”

is this what eve saw her first night on earth? in this moment, park sunghoon looks like temptation if it had a physical body. he smiles so cunningly that his teeth bares it’s fangs, glinting even under the warmth of your shared bedroom’s light, eyes never leaving yours. every breath that manages to escape your lungs is shaky, and for a brief second, you wonder if he can hear the fear in it.

“so? you just gonna tie me up and do nothing?” you manage to cough up. your gaze moves from his sharp v-line to his face, all dark and hungry and terrifying in it’s own right. “boring. you’re all talk. just surprised you could even get this far,” you wriggle your arms behind your back to show him. “now untie me.”

your lover doesn’t respond.

he stands still, one arm still resting against your belly with the other spreading your thighs apart—it’s instantaneous, abrupt, the moment the pressure on your inner thigh. sunghoon’s thumb digs deep into the flesh, making you squirm.

“i’m all talk?” he exhales, “i’m not untying you until you apologise.”

you scoff, blowing a puff of air towards your forehead. the hair falls obediently to the sides of your face, unfortunately, because sunghoon’s terrifying expression comes into full focus just seconds after. “for what? it was an accident. are you that sensitive?”

“don’t know. are you?”

“the fuck—“

you don’t realise that sunghoon’s hands have moved further down until his thumb presses firmly against your clit. “…are you sensitive, y/n?”

fucking hell. this is starting to piss you off, if anything. park sunghoon’s looking down at you like some poor creature, pout worn as if he had any real concern for you. his cock is literally growing bigger the longer you look at it.

you bite down on your lip as his fingers move—his middle finger traces your folds before eventually, he lets it sink into you. just one, not even down to the first knuckle, just shy of half his finger. you try to buck your hips, but without your arms, it’s plain useless; they just wriggle pathetically underneath him instead.

“fuck you.”

he frowns, pulls his finger out. it was nothing, but you whine anyway. any part of him feels better than being empty at this point.

“watch your mouth,” sunghoon takes a deep breath in. his other hand hooks around the spandex of his dark blue briefs, the letters ‘calvin klein’ warping when he finally shoves them down his thighs, and it’s like your chest has collapsed in on itself. how the fuck will you ever fit that inside of you? “you don’t even deserve this. i should just fuck you right now.”

it’s a dumb thought, admittedly. you have fit him inside of you. multiple times, in fact, but something about your boyfriend seems so much more… different. all you can hear is his heavy breaths, a string of curses as he spreads your folds wider with his fingers—and then the sound of spit hitting right where you’re leaking for him.

“f-fuck,” you whimper, “it’s not gonna fucking fit.”

“don’t be dramatic,” sunghoon sighs, shifting his hips closer to yours. he strokes his length just to spread the pre all over, and it’s just mesmerizing how pretty his cock is when it’s glistening in his own mess. “i’ll make it fit.”

you open your mouth to curse at him again, but it’s cut short by the feeling of his dick slapping against your clit—he spreads his pre-cum all over your entrance, ‘till you’re almost sparkling in your mixed fluids. park sunghoon is a tease, now more than ever, with how slowly he pushes his flushed tip in and back out.

“now sit still. don’t wanna hear a sound.”

“f-fuuuh.. fuck, fuck, oh my god—“

the pace at which sunghoon moves is nothing short of lethal. you think that if you didn’t have your cheek pressed flat against the sheets, you’d be screaming by now.

the room is quiet, except for the cacophony of moans and wet slaps of skin. your boyfriend’s cock is busy hammering itself into your walls, reaching spots that you don’t even think should be allowed, poking and prodding and it’s just mind-numbing.

“fuck… y-yeah, such a fucking slut,” sunghoon moans so lewdly that it sends heat crawling up your spine, till it reaches your neck and it makes you dizzy all over again. the rhythm of his hips is so brutal yet so hypnotic—his cock feels so hot, so big, so disgustingly rude. “so fucking pretty. look at you, can’t even run away, huh? just—shit—taking whatever i give you. so good for me.”

you nod like you can hear him. you don’t. either way, you feel him grip a little tighter at the knot behind your back, tightening it around his knuckles; as if he can’t bear to be apart from you, can’t stand your cunt not being full of him for just a second.

“hnngh, sunghoon, please—t-too rough, i feel something.”

he grips onto the red rope like a lifeline. every time you try to breathe, or to move your hips a little further away from his for just a moment longer—he pulls you right back in. you’d done just that, trying to catch your breath, but unfortunately for you, you really are too slow.

“reeaaally?” sunghoon pants, one hand around the knot and the other hanging freely by his side. he doesn’t even need to guide you anymore—the freedom he has to shove you back on his cock whenever he needs you, it’s driving him *crazy. “*wanna show me how good you feel on my cock? yeah?”

sweat trickles down his back. he’s never felt heat like this before; sunghoon’s always thought that sex with you was the best he’d ever have in his life, but this?

it’s transcending everything he’s ever known.

he’s seeing stars. they burst in his cloudy vision, his mind nothing but a thick haze. all he can really focus on is how your ass looks rippling against the base of his pelvis—jiggling with every pull at that damn knot, shoving you right back where you belong.

“that fucking post,” he spits, free hand raising before it slices through the air and lands straight on your right asscheek, “ngh—say… say you’re sorry, and i might let you cum tonight, hm?”

your jaw falls open in a silent scream, fingers curled into the bedsheets, trying not to scream out his name. “you’re—haah—insane—“

smack. smack. smack.

“don’t make this harder than it needs to be.”

fuck those hands of his. so stupidly large and rough as they knead and fondle with your flesh like you’re some fucktoy—though, in a sense, you really are. your arms continue to thrash around, still bound tight by the rope, and it’s rubbing against your skin so much that it’s beginning to sting. sunghoon’s eyes narrow at the way you’re sobbing, and the confusion sneaks up on him then;

why hasn’t he done this before? this is genius. it’s like a whole new side of him has emerged, like an alter ego that he’s tried so hard to suppress; it’s all coming to him now. all the blood in his body’s rushing straight to his cock, and he feels electric, watching your tears spill onto the sheets—spine arched like the good slut you are, even when you fight back, like you know your place.

“s-sorry, i’m sorry, hoonie—i’m sorry! please, please—i’m gonna fucking cum, please let me cum.”

sunghoon’s hand grips tighter at the length of rope stretching across your back. he loops it around his knuckles again, which only brings you closer, your hips now flush against his pelvis—he feels so impossibly deep. the tip of his cock’s twitching when he buries himself to the hilt, and the greedy fucker even adjusts his position—just to make sure he’s feeling as much of you as possible.

he’s officially lost it.

“good girl, that’s it—such a good girl for me,” he breathes, looking down at the mess he’s created between you two. your juices are dripping down his swollen balls, his thighs, nothing but a sticky mess where your cheeks press against his body. “what’re you sorry for?”

fuck park sunghoon.

“i’m s-sorry—”

he rolls his hips once. a low sound leaves his throat, and you, a pornographic moan, effectively cutting off your apology—god, you feel so heavenly when he’s this deep inside. your walls flutter around him, crying, begging for more, squelching shamelessly.

“uhuh,” sunghoon nods, “what’s my baby sorry for? being such a whore? posting that shit for everyone to see, fuck—did you want me to find it? is that it?”

you’re choking on your words. the way sunghoon grinds into you is plain addictive, his thick girth swelling inside your softness, too busy focusing on how you’re practically nothing underneath him. wrecked and at his mercy, taking every stroke, every roll, every single taste of friction you manage to get your hands on.

“too fucking dumb to answer,” sunghoon scoffs. your walls clench around him at the words, and it’s just ridiculous how hard his cock twitches inside of you—like a chain reaction, he’s unfolding, mind unravelling itself until there’s nothing but one clear goal: make you cum.

not too hard. you’re already 90% there.

“f-fuck, baby,” sunghoon’s temple is slick with sweat, eyebrows knitted in sharp focus as he continues to rut into you—slow and deep strokes that hit every sweet spot inside your heavenly cunt. “could die in you—you feel so fucking good.”

fucking animal. his tongue darts around his lips—he’s so shameless with it, rolling his hips in tandem, looking up at you occasionally to see the fucked out expression on your face.

his heart feels so full. you’re breaking beneath him, voice crossing between moans and sobs and whimpers and everything in between; his name sounds like it’s drizzled in honey when spoken by your tongue. if only you could turn around, oh,you’d be able to see how absolutely lovestruck park sunghoon looks: soft pink lips parted, his golden brown hair falling over his forehead in damp strands, mumbling your name like a prayer he’s spoken every night.

“h-hoon, r-right there—fuuuck…” your wrists strain against the rope, your consciousness slipping from you with every passing second. this angle is even more torturous. what you wouldn’t you give to plant your palms into the sheets and just get on with it; you suppose that it’s drilling some patience into you. literally. “don’t stop—haah—p-please, hoonie.”

“wasn’t gonna,” sunghoon mutters in response. it barely reaches your ears, because your attention quickly shifts to how his weight shifts forward once more—cock curving into that sickening bundle of nerves that have your feet thrashing against the mattress. so sweet. sunghoon moans shakily, before he draws a sharp inhale through his nose.

the room smells like sex. a mix of your sweat and his combined, a tinge of your shampoo lingering from the bathroom, and his cologne rubbing off on you. he can’t help the smile that creeps on his face when he hears your heightened moans next—so loud, louder than you’ve ever been, despite all the useless tears and protests.

“i’m gonna fucking cum,” you whine, perking your ass up just enough for him to notice. greedy girl. even when you can’t take what you’re given, you still ask for more. the more you want to speak, the faster you find yourself unravelling, and eventually you just settle on his name, like it’s the only thing you truly know.

“thought i was all talk? look how quick you are.” sunghoon chortles before his lungs catch up to him. he’s panting heavily, feeling every nerve in him start to buzz, his cock starting to twitch unbearably inside of you. “don’t fucking disappoint me, then.”

it’s an understatement to say you break.

“c-cumming—i’m fucking cumming, hoon—!”

your legs shake so violently that it sends sunghoon into a frenzy—he yanks on the knot on your back again, smiling while he watches you struggle against him. your cunt spasms so beautifully around him, tight, squeezing him for everything he’s got and his balls ache so much that he practically snaps mere seconds after you.

“mhhm,” he groans when he feels you clench around him—like you’d die if he ever pulled out. he indulges, just this once, retracting his hips halfway before slamming back into you with a newfound motivation; his jaw ticks when you continue to fuck back against him, driving your ass against the base of his cock. so needy, so filthy, squelching around his length like it’s never going to be enough for your greedy hole. “nasty fucking girl. gonna fill you aaaall the way up, won’t i, baby?”

every touch burns so deliciously that it feels like sin. you’ve fallen right into it’s lap. “y-yeah, yes, please, give it to me—“

you’re bucking your hips back. where you found the energy to is lost on you, but it doesn’t matter. all that’s important is that sunghoon’s fucking you so right, hitting every sensitive spot, running his veins along every hidden crevice like it’s learning your body all over again.

“fuck, i’m gonna cum,” sunghoon moans. his teeth are grit so tight that he thinks he might shatter a tooth. his knuckles are on the brink of bleeding from how tight he’s wound the rope around them—they’re turning red from the friction, burning under pressure. “shit—all mine, aren’t you? come on. say it, say you’re mine, please.”

you barely have any time to come down before sunghoon gives you one, long stroke, plunging his cock as deep as he can until his cockhead kisses your cervix.

a long, pathetic moan is drawn out from you before it’s broken up by your cries.

dreaming. you’re dreaming. your legs begin to lock up and every muscle in your body feels like it’s on fire, every knot and bind of restraint snapping free. stars explode behind your eyelids and it occurs to you once again how utterly helpless you are; your legs go limp underneath him, lips mumbling his name into the sheets in a broken prayer, like this is the salvation you’ve been waiting eons for.

just as your lungs fill with air again, all of sunghoon’s weight disappears from on top of you. his hand is loosened from the binding behind your back and your arms finally stop fighting altogether. whew! you’re free—

smack.

your heart drops straight to your stomach. the pain bites at your skin and stings all over, sending chills up your spine until it pricks at your neck. you’re sure that you’ll have to ice your ass tomorrow—but with the ache thrumming in your veins, you think it’ll be futile.

“spread your legs,” sunghoon mutters. his voice is further away now. you try to, you really do—but you’re so sore, and the way the rope sinks into your flesh does nothing to help. “since you love telling everyone what you want, i’ll show them what you need.”

“make sure you arch for the camera, okay? just like the video. you know how, don’t you?”

the words don’t sink in until the tears in your eyes finally clear. your foggy vision blurs for a second, before focusing sharply on his phone in the corner of the room—landscape, flash on, exactly how that fucking video angled it.

“are you serious?” you laugh, but nothing’s really funny. “untie me. fuck, i wanna touch you, hoon—“

“you need to watch what you wish for,” he tuts. sunghoon’s hands find their way to your cheeks again, smoothing over the handprint he left, and you hiss at the contact. “gonna use you allll night. we’ll speed up the footage, and then you won’t have to rely on shitty porn, right?”

“please, hoon. i’ll be so good, i swear, i’m sorry—“

“there it is,” sunghoon flashes a smile at the camera. “waited so long to hear that—too bad i don’t care. sluts don’t get to touch. just take it.”

you’re deleting twitter. no retweet will slip by without a council to approve it, because with the way this is going—the way park sunghoon spreads your folds apart just to spit at your glistening hole, the way he fucks into you with the exact same pace as that damn video, the way he pushes down on your spine so your arch is practically identical—you might collapse.

ynln67: need hjm to tie me up n use me alll nightfuck

↳ psh1009: done [20:35]

• he has a habit of fucking you in the shared dorm when the others are asleep or out. he’ll sneak into your room at 2AM, climb into your bed, and shove your face into the pillow so you don’t make too much noise while he rails you from behind <3

• he loves the risk of getting caught. he’ll finger you on the couch while the members are in the kitchen making food. he stays completely calm and stone-faced while you’re biting your lip trying not to moan

• he loves making you beg and will edge you for hours with his fingers and tongue, bringing you right to the edge over and over until you’re crying and shaking. then he looks at you with that cold stare and says “do it better”

• “mine.” is his favorite word when he’s inside you. he repeats it like a mantra while he’s pounding you “this pussy is mine. this body is mine. you fucking belong to ME.”

• he’s obsessed with control. makes you keep eye contact the entire time he’s fucking you 🤍you look away even for a second he stops moving until you’re whining and apologising

• he has a thing for fucking you in his bed specifically. he loves knowing you’ll still be leaking his cum when the other members come back and sit on the same bed later, completely clueless.

• he’ll pull you into the bathroom during movie night with the group. just push you against the sink, fuck you hard and fast, then makes you go back out with messy hair and flushed cheeks like nothing happened

• oh he gets jealous soooo easily. if you laugh too much with another member, he’ll drag you to his room later and fuck you so hard you can barely speak

• lowkey a degradation king he will fuck you stupid while whispering the filthiest things “look at you. such a pretty, obedient idol… now you’re just my brainless little fucktoy”

• loves fucking you in your stage outfits. skirt flipped up, crop top pushed under your tits, while he’s still fully dressed

• has a thing for making you ride him while he does absolutely nothing. he just leans back, hands behind his head, and watches you struggle and cry as you try to take all of him “if you want to cum, work for it”

• chokes you with one hand while the other rubs your clit mercilessly. loves watching your eyes roll back and your mouth fall open as you fight for air and orgasm at the same time <3

• after he makes you cum so hard you squirt, he doesn’t stop. he keeps fucking you through it with his straight face ughh 🤍overstimulating you until you’re a sobbing, trembling mess

• secretly gets off the most when you’re trying to stay quiet because the members are home. he’ll purposely fuck you harder just to test how well you can hold in your moans

Sunghoon doesn’t just fuck you he owns you, ruins you and then puts you back together like his personal pretty doll 🤍🎀

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— berry🍓

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• sex addict!jake who wakes you up almost every single night because he’s hard again. doesn’t even ask nicely anymore :( just slides in behind you, lifts your leg, and pushes inside while you’re still half asleep. “sorry, sorry, can’t wait… need it right now”

• sex addict!jake who gets hard from the smallest, innocent actions. you licking ice cream off a spoon, you bending over to tie your shoes, you laughing at something on your phone - suddenly he’s pulling you into the nearest private space with that desperate look in his eyes

• sex addict!jake who has zero shame about how often he needs you. will text you “i’m so fucking hard” while he’s in a meeting with the members or during a live and expects you to find a way to him immediately

• sex addict!jake who can go for literally hours. he’s fucked you for so long that you’ve gone numb and started crying from overstimulation, but he just keeps going while kissing your tears. “shhh it’s okay baby i swear i’m almost done”

• sex addict!jake who keeps count of how many times he’s cum inside you in a day like his loads in you are a personal achievement

• sex addict!jake who has a secret obsession with fucking you while other people are nearby, especially in the dorm with the members in the next room cos the risk makes him feral <3

• sex addict!jake who will drop to his knees and eat you out anywhere. practice room floor, hotel bathroom, passenger seat of the car, doesn’t matter. he gets addicted to the taste of you and can spend an hour between your legs until your thighs are shaking uncontrollably

• sex addict!jake who gets sooo moody when you’re both around other people and he can’t fuck you on the floor right there and then. gets so grumpy talking to everyone he rushes to leave and texts you to meet him in the nearest place he can ruin you. when either of you away he begs you to send him videos of you touching yourself it’s so pathetic <3

• sex addict!jake who genuinely cannot sleep well if he hasn’t fucked you at least twice before bed. if you try to say no because you’re tired, he’ll beg so desperately while slowly grinding against you until you give in

• sex addict!jake who loves making you ride him when he’s (rarely) tired but still horny. he’ll lie back, hands behind his head, and watch you bounce on his cock for hours, telling you how pretty you look trying to satisfy him

• sexaddict!jake who is so greedy he doesn’t care he’s completely ruined your schedule and daily routine cos your life revolves around letting him unload in you whenever he wants :(

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i hope this was okay, tysm for the request!

reqs are OPEN pls send them thru <3

INSPIRED BY : MORNING DEW (Donk) - Beyoncé

You stir slowly in the sheets, the summer heat already pressing down like a thick blanket even at 9 AM. Sunghoon’s arm is draped possessively over your waist, his bare chest flush against your back, skin slick with a light sheen of sweat from the night’s exertions and the warm morning air. The AC is on in the corner of the bedroom, doing little to cut through the humidity. Your body aches in the best way ; thighs sore, lips still tingling from countless kisses and rounds that melted into the early hours.

“Baby…” Sunghoon’s voice is low and raspy, still thick with sleep as he nuzzles into the crook of your neck. His breath is warm against your damp skin. “We have to get up. Brunch with Jake and Jay in an hour.”

You groan softly and press back against him, refusing to open your eyes. “Three more minutes,” you mumble, pulling the thin sheet higher over your bodies even though it’s already too hot. The thought of leaving this cocoon ; his strong arms, the scent of his skin mixed with the remnants of last night ; feels wrong.

He chuckles, the sound vibrating through his chest into yours. One large hand slides down your side, gently squeezing your hip as he tries to coax you awake. “Come on, Y/N. You know Jay will text me ten times if we’re late. Again.” His lips brush your shoulder in soft, persuasive kisses, trailing toward your collarbone. When that doesn’t work, he shifts, rolling you onto your back with effortless strength so he can hover over you, messy dark hair falling into his eyes. You finally crack one eye open, squinting against the sunlight filtering through the curtains. Sunghoon looks unfairly good even half-asleep ; flushed cheeks, sharp jaw, and a lazy smirk playing on his lips. However, as your gaze drifts lower, you notice it instantly : the huge bulge of his morning wood straining against the front of his boxers, thick and hard, tenting the fabric right above where his thigh presses between yours.

A slow heat blooms in your stomach. “Hoon…” you murmur, voice still husky, one hand instinctively sliding down his toned abdomen until your fingers graze the waistband of his boxers. “You sure we have to leave right now?”

He groans, forehead dropping to yours, there’s amusement in his eyes along with clear desire. “Don’t tempt me. You’re the one who said yes to brunch yesterday—before I fucked you senseless.” Still, he stays close to you. His hips roll forward just slightly, letting you feel the full, hard length of him against your thigh. “If you don’t get that pretty ass up, I’m carrying you to the shower myself.”

You smile sleepily, fingers teasing along his hardness through the thin material, feeling it twitch under your touch. The ache between your legs returns with interest, but the distant ping of a phone ; probably Jake wondering where you two are ; reminds you both of reality. Sunghoon sighs, kissing you deeply once, slow and lingering, before he forces himself to sit up. The sheet pools around his waist, doing nothing to hide how ready his body still is for you. “Shower. Now. Together. But no funny business or we really will be late.” He stands, offering you his hand with a raised eyebrow, his morning wood proudly on display. “I don’t want to explain to the guys why we look so…tired.”

You reach out quickly and grab his hand before he can fully pull away, your fingers wrapping around his wrist with gentle insistence. Sunghoon pauses, glancing back at you. You look up at him with those pleading eyes ; still heavy with sleep and leftover desire ; and whisper, “Just a kiss, please? Then we’ll get up.”

He stares at you for a beat, clearly fighting an internal battle. His jaw tightens, but the way you’re looking at him, all warm and tempting in the morning, makes his resolve crumble. “You’re being stubborn right now,” he mutters, a fond smile tugging at his lips despite the words. With a defeated sigh, he climbs back onto the bed, the mattress dipping under his weight as he settles over you again. His body presses you into the sheets, hot skin against hot skin. One of his hands cups your cheek as he leans down, capturing your lips in a unhurried kiss. It starts soft, almost sweet, but quickly turns hungry, with tongues sliding together, breaths mingling in the already stifling room. You melt beneath him, fingers threading through his messy hair.

Without breaking the kiss, Sunghoon’s hand slides down your body with ease. He grips the back of your thigh, lifting it and hooking it around his waist, pulling you flush against him. At the same time, his other hand tugs your underwear down your legs in a single move, then quickly shoves his own boxers lower, freeing his throbbing cock. It’s muscle memory at this point, how many times had he done exactly this in the middle of the night?

The thick head of his cock brushes against your bare heat as he rocks his hips forward, teasing your entrance while he kisses you harder, swallowing your soft moan. Sweat beads along his spine from the summer heat, but neither of you cares. “One kiss,” he murmurs against your mouth, voice rough with need, “and now look what you’ve done…”

You smile into the next kiss, rolling your hips up to meet him, encouraging him closer as your thigh tightens around his waist. The brunch with Jake and Jay is quickly becoming a distant afterthought. You feel him pause right there, his body tense above yours, cock heavy and hot over your inner thigh. Sunghoon pulls back just enough to look down at you, that signature smirk curling his lips as his eyes gleam with mischief and lust. “What are we even going to tell the guys when we show up late?” he asks, voice low and teasing, one eyebrow raised. His fingers dig into the soft flesh of your thigh, still hooked firmly around his waist.

You can’t help but chuckle, the sound breathy and light in the heated air between you. “Not my problem,” you reply with a playful shrug, your fingers tracing lazy patterns down his sweat-slicked back. He lets out a quiet laugh that turns into a groan as he shifts his hips. He reaches down between your bodies, wrapping his hand around the base of his cock, and slowly rubs the swollen head up and down your slick entrance. The pressure makes your breath hitch every time he nudges against your clit, coating himself in your arousal.

“Fuck…I don’t want to think about it right now,” he murmurs lowly against your lips, his voice rough and needy. He keeps rubbing, slow and sluggish, pressing just barely inside before pulling back again, drawing it out until you’re squirming beneath him. The summer heat makes everything feel more intense ; skin sticking, breaths short, the room filled with nothing but the sounds of your shared breathing and the faint creak of the bed.

His forehead rests against yours, eyes half-opened as he watches your reaction to every stroke. “What’s with you being this wet already?" He teases softly. You whimper as he keeps teasing you mercilessly. He pushes the thick head of his cock inside you, stretching you open just enough to make your walls flutter around him, then pulls out with a wet pop. He does it again and again ; slow, shallow dips that leave you aching for more, your hips chasing him every time he withdraws.

“Fuck, Hoon…” you breathe, nails digging into his shoulders.

He finally gives in with a low groan. In one smooth thrust, he buries himself deep inside you, filling you completely. Your back arches off the bed as he starts thrusting ; deep, steady strokes that make the headboard tap softly against the wall. The heat in the room only intensifies everything : skin slapping skin, sweat making your bodies glide together, your thigh still hooked tightly around his waist.

Just as the rhythm starts building, his phone begins ringing loudly on the nightstand. Sunghoon curses under his breath but doesn’t stop right away, thrusting a few more times before he reluctantly slows. He pulls out of you with a slick sound, shifting down the bed in one move. As you were about to protest, his broad shoulders push your thighs apart and his mouth is on you. His tongue drags hot and flat through your folds, licking up your wetness before wrapping his lips around your clit and sucking gently. You moan loudly, fingers threading through his hair as he eats you out with hungry, practiced strokes.

The phone keeps ringing. On what must be the final ring, he reaches over, grabs it, and answers without pulling his mouth off you. “Yeah?” he says, voice muffled and graveled. He flicks his tongue faster against your clit, two fingers sliding into you and curling perfectly as he speaks.

You hear Jake’s voice faintly through the speaker, firing off a ton of questions—where are you guys, why aren’t you there yet, did you oversleep again?

He lifts his head just enough to speak clearly, lips and chin shiny with your arousal. “I’m eating breakfast right now,” he replies casually, then dives back down, sucking on your clit while his fingers pump in and out of you steadily.

Jake laughs on the other end. “Dude, we’re literally about to have brunch. Why are you eating already?”

Sunghoon chuckles against your pussy, the vibration making you bite your lip to stifle a moan. “I was really hungry while getting ready,” he answers smoothly, voice low and slightly breathless. His tongue circles your clit faster as he adds, “Give us like…twenty minutes. We’ll be there.”

He hangs up without waiting for more protests, tossing the phone aside and focusing entirely on you again. His mouth works you harder, fingers curling deep as he looks up at you with hungry eyes.

“Better come quick, baby,” he murmurs against your soaked folds, smirking. “We’ve got brunch plans.”

now, you were left in nothing but your matching lace bra and panties. it was pale pink and heeseung's favorite set.

"mmm, you wore this for me, doll?" you nod, proud that he appreciated it. "cute."

he walked up to you and circled you slowly, eyeing you from head to toe at every angle. he stopped in front of you, hand wrapping around your waist and settling on the soft curve of your ass. the obvious tent in his slacks pressed against your bare thigh.

"you're perfect. this is exactly what i needed right now. my pretty girl." with that, you feel two taps on your shoulder, a silent command. like you'd done countless times before, you sunk to your knees in front of him.

he bit his lip, running his hands through your hair while he watched you unzip his trousers. "this fucking idiot in marketing can't do his job right," he maunders, "i don't know who hired him to be the head of the department." a hiss interrupts his rant when you free his dick from the constrains of fabric.

you stare up at him through your batting lashes, silently urging him to continue, even as you gave kitten licks to the sensitive and leaking tip. heeseung shudders.

"his campaign idea flopped with our clients," he grips your hair tighter, holding it up in a makeshift ponytail, "and he's skipped work twice just this week." you nod before taking him deeper into your mouth.

a groan slips from his lips at that. "shit.." he adjusts his grip on your head before starting to thrust in and out of your mouth. your throat closes around him, causing his head to loll back in pleasure. drool drips down the corners of your mouth and your fingers come up to fondle with his balls.

"hah–" he pants. in a flash, he disconnects himself from your mouth, grabbing you by the waist and yanking you onto the bed. your back hit the soft sheets, bra askew just enough to reveal your nipple. he kneels between your spread legs, his cock – flushed and sticky with a combination of your saliva and his precum – brushes against your inner thigh.

once he catches glimpse of the sliver of skin that was no longer hidden behind your bra? he choked on his breath and immediately leaned down to connect his lips to the stiff peak. his tongue worked religiously, alternating between circling the bud with his wet muscle, sucking, or grazing his teeth against it.

your toes curl, jaw slack but devoid of any sweet sounds. you had grown to learn that when heeseung is stressed, he enjoyed the quiet. basically, you weren't allowed to moan or whine or speak, otherwise he wouldn't let you finish. it was maddening. maddening when all you could hear was him panting and groaning in your ear, telling you how amazing you feel and what a good girl you are for keeping quiet.

he hummed in satisfaction against your breast, patting your thigh twice as a silent praise, before switching and latching onto your other nipple. "yn, baby, can you imagine these beautiful tits full of milk, hm?" he says, voice muffled since he his face was practically buried in your chest, but you could feel the smirk on his face. "imagine you in some tight little shirt and they're leaking. fuck, i'm hard just at the thought. gonna make it come true. all fours for me, pretty."

he presses a final kiss right in between your breasts and sits up. you follow, holding yourself up with your arms, knees digging into the mattress. his fingers trace the lace lining of your bottoms, his palm rough against your smooth skin.

"take em off." your panties slide off with ease. you didn't even bother taking them off all the way, so they stayed hooked on one of your ankles. suddenly, a stinging smack lands square on your right asscheek. fighting the urge to whimper to stay loyal to his rules, your body's compromise is to turn your arms to jelly. your elbows buckle, sending you face first into the duvet.

heeseung, your evil boyfriend, laughs first and then helps you up. "ohhh, you're into that spanking stuff? noted." the grin on his lips was priceless. "should get a belt next time," he teases under his breath.

he presses your back down, forcing it into a deeper curve, and lines up against your entrance. you felt him – warm and heavy – just barely where you desperately needed him to be. without warning (because when did heeseung ever do those?), he slides in with a single thrust, bottoming out in a second. you couldn't help it this time, you let out a choked sound. his eyebrow quirks up fast.

"huh? what was that?" you freeze. shit. this is the part where the thought of anything but his own pleasure flys out his mind. "funny. i thought i heard something. might as well be begging to be used."

his hand comes down hard on you again, the slap loud enough to bounce off the walls. "be quiet. it's the one thing i ask of you," he huffs. "don't you see what i deal with everyday? my idiot employees? god, if i got to choose my life, i'd spend all day every day giving you my children. filling you up and making sure it takes. but i don't get do to that all day. so – fuck, yn – please cooperate here. take this shit." he accentuates his words with a sharp snap of his hips forward.

"please, yn-" he gasps when you clench particularly hard around him. he pulls out slowly, every ridge and vein grazing your gummy walls before crashing back into you with incredible force. each thrust nudged your cervix. the pain was dizzying in the best way possible.

you're sure the crease between your eyebrows will become permanent from how hard they're knit together. your eyes haven't opened this entire time, too focused on his filthy words and the pleasure that's building up in your lower belly.

"gonna cum, baby? go ahead." you almost moan in relief. at least he's letting you climax. you reeeeally should've known there was a catch. your sopping pussy locks up around him, squeezing him in impossibly. instead of stopping, he kept going, delaying his own release for the sake of the show. you couldn't do this anymore. "fuck- heeseung!" you cry, the tears already brimming in your eyes.

he scoffed in disbelief. "you're getting way too comfortable." landing another smack on your cheek, still pounding you from behind, except now his hands slithers over to your front, drawing tight figures on your swollen clit. your moan could've woken up the whole house. he fights his smile by biting his lip and pressing a kiss between your shoulder blades. "you can give me one more."

his dick nudged your cervix exactly one more time before you squirted hard, liquid gushing out onto both your thighs. he lets a final whimper slip as he empties his thick load into you, body shuddering and cock softening up inside you. even then, he refused to pull out for a solid minute.

"this has to take. you have to get pregnant," he mutters, more to himself than you.

eventually, he parts from you. you turn onto your back to face him. there's a surprisingly soft smile on his lips as he leans down to kiss you properly – a stark contrast to the roughness from seconds ago. when he pulls away, he sees his seed trickling out of you. his tongue clicks in annoyance and you notice his gaze darken.

"all wasted," he sighs. "now we need to go again."

an: heeseung x spanking x ME 🤤🤤🤤🤤 bye i need him bad

‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎© piercedjake july 2026 ‎‎ ⋆˙⟡

He doesn’t reply, partly because he’s too focused. Partly because he doesn’t know what you could possibly want more.

“Heeseung” you whine, tears threatening to fall.

You need him close, you need his attention.

He just thinks you want more and spreads your thighs further apart as he licks and sucks at your pussy. 

“Heeseung!” you whine again and tug on his hair, wanting his attention.

He presses one last kiss to your clit before pulling back.

“Mh? What’s wrong? “ his lips glisten with your juices. 

“I need you close” your voice shakes.

His brows furrow for a second before pulling himself up so he’s on top of you.

He immediately coos at the sight of you, tears spilling from your eyes, cheeks flushed, messy hair and your hand crumpling the sheets next to you.

Firstly, he grabs your hand and kisses it before pinning it next to your head.

“You need me close?” he repeats as he kisses you gently.

He doesn’t wipe your tears as they give him a weird sense of satisfaction and possessiveness.

You nod as you look into his eyes, trying to memorize every part of him.

He kisses your neck and smirks to himself.

He loooves how vulnerable you get during sex. Like you physically need this closeness to feel full and loved by him. Maybe it’s fucked up, maybe it’s unhealthy, but that wouldn’t be a first in your relationship. 

He gives his already hard cock a few strokes before lining it with your hole.

You're so wet and ready for him, already clenching like you’re trying to suck him in.

“Fuck-” he groans as he sinks into you.

You whimper, slightly oversensitive considering how long his face was between your thighs earlier.

He grabs your calves and lifts them so your thighs are squished against your chest and he can go deeper.

You immediately moan “oh my god” as you arch slightly, your arms going around his neck.

He buries his face in your neck and starts thrusting, fast and powerful.

You whimper and dig your nails into his neck.

He groans, but doesn’t get mad, knowing you’re feeling extremely sensitive right now.

“I know baby, I know,” 

“C-closer” you beg, needing him to invade every part of your body, your mind, your soul.

He grunts as he plunges deeper into you. “Baby I don’t think I can get closer than this.”

You whimper and more tears fall. You sniffle “I c-can’t,”

He pulls back to look at you and chuckles.

“You’re so sensitive, baby. C’mon don’t cry.” he presses kisses all over your face as his thrusts slow down.

You sniffle and he looks at you.

He wraps your legs around him so his pelvis grinds against you with every thrust, then he wraps one arm around your waist and leans down so your chests are touching.

He starts moving again, slower. Each powerful thrust sending shocks to your brain, making it feel all fuzzy and warm. He doesn’t stop looking at you as he watches your brows arch and your mouth fall open.

He feels you claw at his shoulders and just continues his slow, deliberate thrusts that knock the air from your chest.

“Better? Hm?”

You can’t possibly reply. You just roll your eyes back and arch into his chest.

“So fuckin’ needy. Do you get it now when I say no one else can handle you? Hm?” 

You whimper, more tears falling from your eyes and into the mattress beneath you.

“It’s okay baby,” he kisses your neck. “Just means you're mine.”

“Heeseung-” you try to warn him you’re close but he interrupts you.

“I know. You’re- fuck- squeezing me so tight baby.”

He feels your grip on his biceps tighten and your legs lock in around him.

“Cmon hold on a little longer,” he smirks, basically pulling out until only the tip is in.

Poor y/n. Still getting teased, even when you’re crying, sweating, begging him for more.

Your head lolls to the side, letting more tears roll down your face.

He loves that.

“Look at me y/n,” his voice is soft,even though his actions speak way louder.

His actions being the way his dick is barely still inside you and he’s completely neglecting your pleasure.

You don’t turn your head and you cross your arms as well, giving him the full brat treatment.

“Seriously, baby?” his thumb goes to lazily rub your clit, making you clench around him.

He pushes back in slightly and your head tilts back.

“You were being so good. So communicative.” He leans in to suck a fresh hickey on your exposed skin.

You whine but don’t dare to push him away.

You try to roll your hips, attempting to get a sliver of pleasure from his firm thumb pressing against your clit and his cock half-inside your pussy.

He immediately pins them down.

“Y/n,” he warns.

Your arms go from crossed to covering your face.

He can barely see if you’re crying but hears the familiar sniffles and whimpers of all the other times he was in this situation.

“Cmon don’t do that now-” he tries to pull them away but you shake your head.

He sighs and smooths his thumb over your wrist, right under where your palm is covering your eyes.

“Baby. C’mon,” he repeats, stuck between "I took it too far” and “she’s a dramatic brat”.

He sinks back inside you, finally, pitying you.

He starts picking his pace up again, thrusting shallowly but rubbing circles on your clit.

It really isn’t hard to gain his compassion.

You’re feeling good again and your arms fall back above your head. 

When you meet his gaze it isn’t warm. But not cold either.

He’s just...watching you.

The smudged black streaks of mascara falling down your face and your red, teary big eyes staring up at him like you’d do anything for him.

He plunges himself deep inside and you cry out.

He knows he should be going easier on you right now, but he just can’t resist when you fall apart around him.

In between your breathy moans, he buries his face in your neck and you swear you can hear him groan as you clench around him.

He presses soft kisses there as his dick slides in and out of your puffy pussy.

“You’re so pretty when you cry.”

That makes your legs tighten around him and pull him deeper.

You moan and let out a soft “‘m so close” in his ear.

He doesn’t stop this time.

“You’re such a good girl for me.” he praises, knowing exactly how to push you over the edge.

“That’s it. Cmon. Let go for me.”

It’s like his words have the magical effect of controlling what your body does, cutting yourself from the decision.

You feel like an elastic snap in your stomach and throw your head back as you call his name, repeatedly.

“I know, I know, fuck-” he speeds up, using your pussy as his personal fleshlight as he feels his own orgasm arrive too.

You whine as you look up at him.

All you want right now, in your post-orgasm blissful haze is to see him cum too.

You tug on his hair. “Please baby,”

That has him groaning as he bottoms out inside you with a final thrust, filling you up.

“Oh God,” he basically moans in your ear as his dick spills more cum inside you.

“Fuck-” he thrusts a few more times before basically falling on top of you, finally making you feel that closeness you were asking for in the beginning.

You stay like that for a few minutes, your fingers playing with the ends of his hair.

When he pulls back he grabs a tissue on the nightstand and admires the sight of his cum leaking out of your pussy, before cleaning it all up. 

“You okay?” he asks after giving you a soft kiss on the lips.

You nod and look up at him as he smudges the mascara stains under your eyes.

“Sorry I cried,” you chuckle.

He chuckles back. “I didn’t mind. As long as you don’t shut me out.”

In fact, he loved it. Loved it so much he was already planning on how to tease so much you’d be crying in his arms. But that was for next time.

You nod as you play with his hair absentmindedly, unaware of his evil plan.

ordinary enough that you had your own pair of slippers sitting by the door of his apartment.

ordinary enough that people had stopped asking if you were dating because they figured if you weren’t by now, you never would be.

the joke is that it’s not ordinary at all. sunghoon wants to fuck your brains out.

- - - -

the elevator doors slid open with a soft ding, and before you could even knock, the apartment door swung open.

“you’re late.”

you stared at him. “it’s two minutes after i said i’d be here.”

he stepped aside with the tiniest smile tugging at the corner of his lips. “exactly.”

warm air immediately wrapped around you as you slipped your shoes off, replacing them with the fuzzy gray slippers you’d accidentally claimed months ago.

“you still have these?” you asked, looking down at your feet.

he looked over his shoulder from the kitchen.

“you keep leaving them here.”

“because you keep inviting me over.”

“see? sounds like your fault.”

you rolled your eyes. “you’re impossible.”

“you still came.”

“…you said you ordered too much food.”

“i lied.”

“…what?”

he shrugged, completely unfazed. “i just wanted company.”

you blinked at him.

he laughed, one of those quiet laughs that only happened around people he was comfortable with, and suddenly you remembered why you’d dropped everything to come over in the first place. nights like these were rare now.

- - - - -

pizza boxes covered half the coffee table. the movie you’d supposedly agreed on had been paused three separate times because the two of you couldn’t stop talking over it.

“you’re legit missing the plot.”

“there wasn’t one.” he turns to you, smiling ear to to ear at how annoyed he was making you.

“there was.”

“okay.”

you pointed at the screen.

“what’s happening right now?”

sunghoon stared at it for a solid five seconds.

“…they’re…doing something.”

you burst into laughter. “exactly.”

“okay, so maybe i wasn’t paying attention.”

“because you kept talking.”

“you kept interrupting.”

you grabbed another fry from the box sitting suspiciously close to him— or at least you tried to. sunghoons hand darted out to stop you.

“absolutely not.”

“don’t be stingy.”

“those are mine.”

“you ordered enough for four people.”

“okay?”

“you’re unbelievable.”

he held the box just out of your reach, a smug grin spreading across his face.

you narrowed your eyes. “sunghoon.”

“yes?”

“it’s one fucking fry.”

he only smiled wider.

you launched the nearest pillow directly at his face.

it hit him with a muffled thump.

another pillow flew in your direction.

within seconds the movie had been completely forgotten.

the living room looked like a tornado had passed through it, cushions scattered across the floor while both of you tried to stop laughing.

you were still catching your breath when a loud crack of thunder echoed outside.

the room fell quiet as you and sunghoon flinched toward the windows.

rain pelted against the glass so hard it almost looked white, the wind whipping the trees outside back and forth.

“i thought it was only supposed to drizzle.”

“that’s what the weather app said.”

another flash of lightning lit up the dark apartment. “okay, maybe your weather app lied.”

you laughed, reaching for your phone. “let me check.”

“…um.” you looked up from your phone with wide eyes.

“what?”

“there’s a severe winter storm warning.”

he leaned over your shoulder to look at the screen, close enough that you could feel the warmth from his hoodie.

“avoid unnecessary travel,” he read. “damaging wind, flash flooding…”

“…well.”

“well,”

another crack of thunder shook the windows, making you instinctively glance outside. the parking lot was already shimmering beneath the rain.

you sighed. “i don’t think i should drive.”

“you definitely shouldn’t.”

he said it so quickly that you looked at him.

he cleared his throat. “…i mean,” his gaze shifted toward the window “it’s not safe.”

“yeah.” you nodded. a quiet silence settled between you. “…so.”

“..so.”

“i guess i’m stuck with you.”

the corner of his mouth tugged upward. “could be worse.”

“debatable.”

he scoffed. “wow.”

“i’m kidding.”

another flash of lightning illuminated the room. sunghoon rubbed the back of his neck.

“you can stay as long as you need.” his voice was quieter this time.

“seriously.”

you smiled. “thanks.”

for a second, neither of you looked away. until another deafening clap of thunder made you both jump.

- - - - -

you were halfway through the movie when another clap of thunder rattled the apartment.

the windows trembled ever so slightly. you tried not to react. really, you did. but your shoulders still tensed for just a second.

sunghoon noticed, of course he did. without saying anything, he reached forward and set the bowl of popcorn onto the coffee table.

“…c’mere.”

you looked at him.

“what?”

“you jump every time it thunders.”

you scoffed. “i do not.”

almost on cue, another low rumble echoed outside. your eyes flickered toward the window.

he raised an eyebrow.

“dont you dare.”

“i didn’t say anything.”

“you were going to.”

“maybe.”

you sighed dramatically. “you’re not real.”

you stared at him for another second before shuffling over with the world’s most exaggerated eye roll. “don’t make it weird.”

“wasn’t planning on it.”

you settled beside him, pulling your blanket over your lap again. there was still plenty of space between you. comfortable, normal, exactly how it had always been.

“better?” he asked quietly.

“yeah.”

he simply nodded and pressed play.

- - - - -

the only sounds were the rain tapping against the windows and the television playing so softly it had long since become background noise.

your eyes slowly blinked open. for a second, you couldn’t remember where you were.

then you felt the warm weight in between your legs, and your head flinched up to look around.

it was sunghoon. your leg was draped over him, your head was on his chest, and his arm was wrapped around your waist.

you had fallen asleep during the movie. and seemingly drifted closer to him throughout the night.

you rest your head back where it was, sleep pulling you back in, when sunghoon moves, pulling you back out of it.

you let out a frustrated sigh. not because you are tired, but because sunghoon is now pressing up against that sweet-spot that does things to you.

then, like without permission, your hips rolled forward against him and you let out a light wimper. you cursed at yourself in your head for taking the risk of waking sunghoon up, but dammit, it felt so good.

you look up at sunghoon through your lashes, crinkling your nose and trying to think about how weird this is. you shouldn’t be wet for your best friend— right?

abruptly, sunghoons hand adjusted itself on the small of your back.

he knew.

you flinched your head up sunghoon, who’s eyes were now open and already looking at you. he ran his knuckles down your cheek, a small smile tugging at his lips.

“that needy, huh?”

“oh my god,” you shuddered, burying your face in your hands. “m’ sorry.”

he chuckled, pulling you onto his lap and peeling your hands away from your face. “don’t be.”

a ragged trail of red runs over your cheeks as you open your mouth to say something, but sunghoon cuts off your words by tightening his grip on your thighs and thrusting you over the growing tent in his sweatpants.

“hoon-” you dig your nails into his shoulders, looking down out of embarrassment, but he tilts your head back up to meet his gaze.

“stop it.”

“stop what-?”

“being embarrassed,” he says, pressing his lips together. “i wanna hear you.”

he drags his hand under your hoodie— the hoodie you had no bra on under— partially because you’d always hoped this would happen when you visited sunghoons, but you would never admit that.

“can i take this off?”

you nod quickly, fidgeting with the hem of hoon’s tshirt.

“say it, y/n.” he voices gently. “i’m not gonna do something you don’t want me to.”

“yes,” you swallow loudly. “please.”

he lifts the hoodie off you, trying— and failing to hide his state of awe at the sight of your bare chest. “shit y/n.”

you lifted off of him to remove your shorts and panties in one swift motion, tossing them somewhere across the room while sunghoon discarded his shirt and sweatpants.

you lower yourself back down onto him, lining up your entrance with his cock that was now leaking.

the second you sat yourself down and put sunghoon inside you, his head threw back. “my god y/n.” you began to ride him, moving your hips up and down.

“nngh—fuck!” you rested your head on sunghoons shoulder, still pumping his cock— though he was assisting you by pulling you on and off, his hands sinking into your ass.

you were overwhelmed with pleasure. sunghoons dick was unlike any other you’d taken— it was gigantic.

you moaned loud picking up speed and riding him sloppily. wet skin-slapping sounds filled the air, your slick coating his shaft completely, dripping all over sunghoon.

he grunted lowly, his grip on your ass tightening as he watched your tits bounce with every movement. his eagerness to be inside of you that’s built up over the past 6 years works against him as you swallow him up and he lets out thick spurts of his cum inside you. “y/n— ahh- fuck!”

you cry out and dig your nails deeper in his back as you tip over the edge. “sunghoon—nngh,”

you slow down your pace and soon come to a stop, both you and sunghoon catching your breath and looking at each other.