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it starts long before he ever lays a hand on you. it starts in the quiet moments where you are just watching him, feeling this terrifying ache in your chest because you realize you would let him completely ruin your life if he asked.

loving heeseung isn’t exactly gentle. it is a sickness, a suffocating obsession that swallowed you whole months ago until there was nothing left of you that didn't belong to him. you track the line of his jaw, the slow rise and fall of his chest when he sleeps, the exact tone of his voice when he calls you baby. every single detail feels like a weight pressing down on your lungs.

you don't just love him. you crave him with a desperation that makes you sick to your stomach. you want to pull him under your skin, to fuse your bones with his so there is no physical space left between you. it is terrifying how much power he has over you without even trying.

and heeseung knows it.

he sees the way your eyes track his every move, the way your breath hitches when he steps into your personal space, the way you practically vibrate with the need to be touched by him. he doesn't pull away from it — he feeds on it. he loves how utterly undone you are for him, how easily he can bring you to the edge with just a heavy glance or a lingering touch. he holds your entire world in his hands and squeezes just tight enough to make you ache, knowing you will only cling to him harder for it.

it is toxic in the sweetest, most inescapable way possible. you are so consumed by the sheer magnitude of what you feel that even when things are peaceful — when his arms are wrapped around your waist and his face is buried in your neck — you are on the verge of breaking. the love is simply too big, too heavy for your body to hold.

and that emotional weight — that sickening devotion — is exactly what bleeds into the way he takes you.

sex between you two was never just physical. it is always a total undoing. a desperate collision where neither of you can ever get deep enough, close enough, or fast enough to satisfy the hunger.

heeseung has learned every single trigger in your body, but more than that, he knows your mind. he knows that the second his hands press into your waist and his weight settles over you, the dam breaks. you cry almost every single time — not from sadness or pain, but because your body literally cannot contain the sheer volume of what you feel when he is touching you. the moment he looks into your eyes, dark and entirely focused on you, the first tear always spills over.

and heeseung is completely addicted to it.

he doesn't pull back when you cry, he thrives on it. the sight of your face flushed, wet with tears, whimpering just because he is loving you, turns him into something ravenous. he treats your tears like proof of your complete surrender. he will pause mid-thrust just to catch a wet trail down your cheek with his tongue, tasting the salt on your skin, whispering sweet, possessive things against your lips.

"look at what i do to you." he would murmur, his voice low and dark, drinking in the sound of your hitched breaths. "you’re so beautiful when you weep for me, y/n."

it is passionate to the point of being suffocating. every kiss feels like he is trying to steal the air straight out of your lungs, every roll of his hips a quiet demand for you to sink deeper into him. he takes his time pulling the tears out of you, worshipping the mess you become until you are sobbing his name into his neck, completely unravelled by his touch.

and tonight is no different.

the air in the bedroom feels thick, almost oppressive, heavy with the unsaid weight of everything you are keeping inside. the only light comes from the faint orange glow filtering through the blinds, casting dark shadows across the mattress where heeseung sits.

he is leaning back against the headboard, just looking at you. he hasn't even touched you yet, but his dark gaze is anchored to your face, tracking the slight tremble in your hands as you sit across from him on the bed.

you feel that familiar tug in your chest — the sickeningly sweet urge to crawl over and beg for his hands on you. your throat feels tight, eyes already burning with unshed tears just from the sheer force of him looking at you like you are the only thing that exists in his world.

he tilts his head, a knowing smirk pulling at the corner of his lips as he notices the faint sheen of wetness in your eyes before a single touch has even been exchanged.

"come here, y/n." he whispers, his voice low and raspy in the quiet room, extending a long-fingered hand toward you. "aw baby… are you already crying for me?"

you don't even hesitate. you crawl across the mattress on your hands and knees, your legs trembling so badly you almost lose your balance. the moment you reach him, heeseung’s long fingers wind around your wrist, tugging you gently up into his lap. you sink into him, burying your face in the crook of his neck, a quiet sob hitching in your throat before he has even slid a hand under your shirt.

"shhh, look at me." he murmurs, his hands warm against your waist as he tilts your chin up. his thumb strokes across your cheek, smearing the fresh tear line. "look at my girl. why are you crying, hmm? i haven't even touched you yet."

"heeseung..." you whimper, your brain completely misfiring. the way he looks at you — so heavy, so focused — makes every coherent thought melt right out of your head. you can't even remember what you wanted to say. all you know is his hands, his scent, his eyes.

"use your words, baby." he coaxes softly, his voice dripping with affection. he presses a melting kiss to the corner of your eye, tasting the salt on your lashes. "tell me what you want."

"i- i don't... i just need you." you stammer out, your voice small and ruined. your hands clutch uselessly at his shoulders, fingers knotting into the fabric of his shirt. "heeseung, please..."

he chuckles, a low rumble against your chest that makes you shiver. "you don't even know what you want? your brain is already turning to mush just looking at me, mmh?"

you nod frantically, resting your forehead against his jaw. "yes... yes, please, heeseung..."

"such a helpless mess for me." he whispers, kissing your cheek, your nose, the corner of your mouth. "i love when you get like this. so soft. so completely out of it."

he moves slowly, excruciatingly so. his hands trace the curve of your sides, pulling you closer until there isn't a single millimeter of air between your bodies. he captures your lips in a kiss that feels too deep — slow and lazy, stealing what little breath you have left.

every stroke of his tongue against yours makes your mind blur even further. you are practically melting in his lap, reduced to nothing but whines and pathetic little noises.

"heeseung, i love you... i love you so much." you sob against his lips, another wave of tears spilling down your cheeks.

"i know, baby." he mutters, pulling back just enough to look at your wrecked face. his eyes burn with a satisfied light as he traces your trembling lower lip with his thumb. "i know you do. you're so full of it, it's making you stupid, isn't it? you can't even think about anything else."

"no..." you whimper, shaking your head, your hands weakly squeezing his arms. "can't think..."

"good." he hums, pressing his forehead against yours, his breath hot against your face. "don't think. just feel me, y/n. just let me fill up your head until there's nothing else left."

he gently shifts you, guiding you back onto the mattress. he settles his weight over you, slow and deliberate, resting his body against yours with a grounding pressure. his hands bracket your head, fingers tangling in your hair as he gazes down at you with that suffocating intensity.

"look at me." he commands softly. you force your tear-blurred eyes open to meet his. "you're mine, right?" he asks, his thumb softly tracing your jawline down to your throat. "tell me who you belong to."

"you." you gasp out, a fresh sob bubbling up from your chest because of how much it hurts to love him this much. "you, heeseung... only you..."

"that's it." he whispers, leaning down to press a lingering kiss to your trembling lips. "that's my sweet girl. so empty, so pretty crying for me..."

he doesn't hurry to take off his clothes. instead, his long fingers slip under the hem of your shorts, sliding slowly up your inner thigh. the touch makes you shudder so hard your hips lift off the bed automatically, a soft gasp hitching in your throat.

"shhh, stay still for me." he murmurs, his thumb catching a slow tear that spills over your lash line. he brings his thumb to his lips, licking the wet salt off his skin right in front of you.

"heeseung..." you whimper, shaking your head against the pillow. your brain feels like thick syrup, completely bogged down by the heat in his eyes.

"tell me what's happening in that pretty little head." he coaxes, his hand finally reaching the soaked cotton of your underwear. he doesn't pull them down yet, he just presses his palm flat against your core, rubbing in slow circles over your wet fabric. "can you even hold a thought right now, baby?"

"no..." you sob, a high noise escaping your lips as the pressure makes your thighs twitch. "can't..."

"such a stupid girl for me." he praises condescendingly, a fond smirk pulling at his lips. "you get so dumb the second i touch you."

he hooks his fingers into the waistband of your shorts, dragging them down your legs along with your underwear, leaving you completely exposed under his hungry gaze. you try to bring your knees together out of reflex, but his broad hand immediately catches the inside of your thigh, pressing it firmly back down against the mattress.

"don't hide from me." he instructs softly, his voice leaving no room for argument. "i want to see how wet you get just crying for me."

his fingers slide down into your warmth, slicking two fingers in your wetness before sliding them agonizingly slow inside you. you arch off the bed instantly, a loud sob tearing from your throat as your hands frantically claw at his arms.

"oh, wow..." he hums, watching your face twist in overwhelmed pleasure. he curls his fingers inside you, hitting that sensitive spot until your vision goes completely blurry with tears. "you’re soaking wet just from loving me so much."

he leans down, taking his time to tongue away the heavy tears running down your jawline and neck while his hand keeps a relentless rhythm inside you. every curl of his fingers pulls another pathetic whine out of you, your body trembling so hard your muscles feel like liquid.

"heeseung- please, it's too much-" you cry out, hands weakly pulling at his shoulders.

"too much?" he hums against your wet cheek, sounding thoroughly amused. "we haven't even started, baby. you can't handle anything, can you?"

he slides his fingers out, leaving you cold and aching for a split second, before he shifts down between your thighs. you gasp, trying to lift your head, but he places a broad hand on your stomach, holding you firmly in place as he leans down and buries his face between your legs.

the first sweep of his warm tongue against your clit makes you scream softly, your legs locking up as shockwaves rush straight up your spine. he licks you slowly, lapping up your slick like you are something sweet he has been dying to taste all day.

"heeseung! no, heeseung- oh god-" you sob, thrashing weakly under his weight, but his hand on your stomach keeps you completely pinned.

he pulls back just for a second, his mouth slick and shining in the dim light. "shhh... quiet down, baby. let me taste how much you love me. open up for me."

he goes back in, his tongue working over your clit in long strokes while he slides two fingers back inside you, pumping them in a rhythm that drives you straight off the deep end. it is too much sensation — the heat of his mouth, the stretch of his fingers, the overwhelming weight of loving him so fiercely that it feels like your heart is bursting. tears pour endlessly down your face, soaking into the pillow under your head.

your brain completely shuts down. there are no words left, no thoughts, just the blinding white heat of overstimulation threatening to snap your nervous system in half. every stroke of his tongue pulls another sob, another desperate plea from your lips that you don't even realize you are making.

"that's it." he mumbles against your folds, his voice muffled and deep. "get all ruined for me."

he works you until you are whimpering softly, your hips helplessly bucking against his mouth, entirely overwhelmed and clinging to the edge of an unbearable peak. just as your body starts to coil tight enough to break, he slowly pulls his fingers out and drags his tongue up your center one last time before sliding back up your body.

he hovers over you, his mouth glistening, his eyes dark and entirely satisfied as he looks down at your wrecked face. you are practically hyperventilating, your chest heaving, tears streaming down into your ears.

"look at my pretty girl." he whispers, petting your damp hair back from your forehead. "fuck baby… i’m getting so hard from watching you cry."

"heeseung..." you sob weakly, reaching up with trembling hands to touch his face, your mind completely turned to mush. "please... please fill me up... i need you..."

"i know you do." he hums, kissing your crying lips, letting you taste yourself on his mouth. "i'm going to take such good care of my sweet girl."

he shifts between your knees, and for all his mocking composure earlier, his hands are shaking against your thighs. he is just as ruined by this as you are — completely undone by the sight of your wrecked face, the wet sheen on your skin, and the bottomless depth of how much you worship him. his chest heaves against yours, his dark eyes wide and unhinged, burning with a desperation that matches the fever in your own blood.

"y/n..." he breathes out, a desperate rasp that vibrates straight into your chest. "look at what you’re doing to me."

he lines his tip up against your swollen entrance. he doesn't just push in, he sinks into you with excruciating slowness, his throat catching on a ragged groan as your body stretches around him. you arch your back, a strangled sob tearing through your lips because your nervous system is already so completely fried, so overstimulated from his tongue and fingers, that the sudden fullness of him feels almost unbearable.

"heeseung-" you choke out, fresh tears spilling out in hot streams. "heeseung, please, it hurts- i love you so much-"

"i love you too, baby." he stammers against your lips, kissing you with a frantic sweet intensity, drinking down your sobs like a dying man. his long fingers tangle into your hair, holding your head still as he slow rolls his hips, pushing all the way inside until there isn't a single breath of space left between you. "it hurts me too. it fucking kills me how much i love you."

he pauses deep inside you, buried to the hilt, just trembling against your body. his face drops into the crook of your neck, his mouth hot and wet against your skin as he keeps licking up every stray tear that trickles down your jawline. he is addicted to the salt, addicted to the sound of your whimpers, completely intoxicated by how easily he can turn your brain into complete white noise.

"you're so soft." he murmurs, his tone shifting into that condescending purr even while his own voice shakes with need. "such a stupid girl for me... look at how your mind just completely shuts off the second i put myself inside you. can you give me one single thought?"

"no... can't..." you whimper, clutching at the broad line of his back, your fingers digging into his warm skin like you are trying to anchor yourself in a storm. "just... just you..."

"mmh." he whispers, a dark smile pressing against your skin as he begins a slow, deep rhythm. every push is languid, thick, and heavy, making your hips twitch helplessly beneath him. "nothing in that pretty little head except me."

he pulls almost all the way out, letting you feel the cold void of his absence for a fleeting second, before sinking back in.

"heeseung, please- i'm dying, please-"

"you're not dying, sweet girl." he hums, his tone dripping with patronizing affection as his thumb reaches up to gently trace your wet lower lip. "you're just drowning in how much you love me."

he leans up, pinning your wrists to the mattress beside your head, his knuckles white with the force of his grip. his face is flushed, his dark eyes locked onto yours with a terrifyingly sharp devotion. he is breathing so heavily his chest slams against yours with every thrust, matching your frantic heartbeat.

"i need you to look at me while you cry." he commands, his voice dropping an octave, raspy and dark. "let me watch you fall apart. let me see how stupid i make you."

you force your tear-stained eyes open, your vision blurred and swimming with salt, but all you can see is him. heeseung. the center of your universe, the sickness swallowing you whole. a fresh sob bubbles up, racking your whole frame as he rolls his hips deep into that sensitive spot inside you.

"that's my girl." he groans, his own composure snapping just a little more as he sees the raw devotion in your eyes. "cry harder for me, y/n. show me how completely i've ruined you."

but even through the hazy fog of your overstimulated brain, you can feel the rigid tension vibrating through his entire frame. you can feel the way his thighs are locked, the way the muscles in his arms are straining against the mattress to keep from crushing you. he is holding back. even with his eyes looking so unhinged, so violently consumed by you, he is gripping your wrists to anchor himself, forcing his hips to maintain that torturously measured rhythm because he thinks you will break.

you look up at him through the heavy blur of tears, your chest heaving so violently it hurts. you don't want his restraint. you don't want him to be careful with you when your whole soul is screaming to be completely consumed by him.

"heeseung..." you choke out, your voice cracking on a pathetic sob. you twist your wrists in his grip, wanting him to feel how desperately you are chasing his touch. "don't... don't hold back. please. you can be rough... ruin me, heeseung. please."

he freezes for a fraction of a second, his breath hitching so sharply it sounds like a gasp. his dark eyes lock onto yours, wide and completely feral, his jaw clenching so hard the muscle feathers under his skin.

"rough?" he rasps out, his voice dropping into something terrifyingly dark, completely stripped of that gentle warmth. "baby, you're already crying like a fucking baby just from me moving slow."

"i don't care." you sob, your hips lifting off the bed in an uncoordinated tilt, begging for the fullness of him. "please... go harder... i want it. love me harder."

that is the final thread of his control snapping.

heeseung lets go of your wrists, his broad hands immediately flying down to your waist, his fingers digging so deep into your skin that it hurts. he drags his hips all the way back, pulling nearly completely out of your soaking warmth, before slamming back into you with punishing force.

a loud scream tears from your throat, completely muffled as heeseung drops his mouth onto yours, devouring the sound in a messy kiss. the pace snaps instantly. the agonizingly slow rolls are gone, replaced by a frantic rhythm that rattles right through your bones.

he drives into you hard and fast, his chest slamming against yours with a bruising weight. every single thrust forces a breathless sob from your chest, tears flooding out of your eyes so quickly they soak your entire face.

"fuck, y/n... look at you." he growls against your skin, his voice rough and breathless as he pulls back. his hair is completely messy, falling into his eyes, sweat dripping from his jaw onto your flushed chest. his composure is totally gone, replaced by a feral desperation. "you wanted this? you wanted me to fucking ruin you? look at how you're choking on it."

he hits you deep, hitting that breathless spot again and again until you are hyperventilating beneath him. his words get meaner, rougher, but the sheer passion in his voice is suffocating.

"you're so fucking tight. it’s ridiculous how good you feel." he pants, his hands sliding down to grip your thighs, pinning them wide against his hips as he rams into you without an ounce of mercy. "stretching you out so fucking deep... i'm going to make you lose your mind, y/n. you're mine. you don't belong to anyone else."

"heeseung- ah! heeseung, please-" you wail, your head shaking frantically against the pillow, your vision completely drowning in salt.

"i fucking love you." he snaps out, the words torn straight from his chest as he buries himself into you, making your whole body shudder. "i love you so much it makes me crazy, y/n. it fucking ruins me. tell me you love me too. sob it out for me, baby. let me hear how much you need me."

"i love you- i love you so much, heeseung, oh my god-" you scream out, your hands clawing blindly at his wet shoulders, completely overstimulated. the friction is blinding, your nervous system completely shorting out under the sheer speed and force of him. you can't think, you can't breathe, you are nothing but a shaking extension of his brutal rhythm.

"such a good little mess for me." he groans, a dark praise slipping from his lips as his rhythm gets even faster, meaner, pushing you straight over the edge. "cry harder for me, y/n. let me fuck you until you can't even remember your own name."

the words are barely out of his mouth before the final shift happens.

heeseung hitches your legs up high, pinning your knees almost to your chest to expose you completely, destroying any remaining distance between your bodies. the angle lets him drive in even deeper, bottoming out against you with an unrelenting speed that makes the bed creak violently against the wall. you are completely helpless under him, your hips forced to take every single bruising thrust.

"heeseung- i'm- i'm going to-" you scream out, your voice completely shattered, your fingers clawing weakly at the damp bedsheets as the white-hot tension inside you coils tight enough to snap.

"come for me, baby." he growls, his voice an unhinged command right against your ear. his breath is scorching hot, his chest soaking wet with sweat as it slams relentlessly into yours. "break for me. let me feel how much you fucking love me."

with one more brutal strike, your body completely gives out. the orgasm crashes over you like a tidal wave, violent and blinding. your internal muscles clamp down around his cock in tight waves, and a high-pitched sob tears from your throat. you weep hysterically, the sheer physical and emotional overload fracturing what little sanity you had left. your vision goes totally black, tears pouring down your temples and soaking into the mattress as you shake uncontrollably.

but heeseung doesn't stop.

he groans out loud, his eyes widening in feral pleasure as your body squeezes him. instead of slowing down to let you breathe, he locks his jaw and drives right through your climax, his rhythm getting even meaner.

"heeseung, please! stop- i came! it's too much-" you wail, thrashing your head from side to side, your voice entirely ruined. your nerve endings are raw, and every single hard thrust against your hyper-sensitive core feels like an electric shock straight to your brain. it's pure overstimulation, a sensation so intense it makes your stomach flip.

"i can't, y/n, fuck... i can't stop." he pants, his voice desperate, entirely swallowed by his own unhinged obsession. he grips your waist so tight his knuckles turn white, forcing himself deep inside your spasming warmth over and over again. "you feel too fucking good. i know you can give me one more, baby."

he leans down, pressing his face into the wet mess of your neck, his mouth open as he devours your frantic sobs. heeseung is completely unraveled, his own release chasing him down, driven insane by the way you are weeping beneath him.

"i love you." he chokes out, the words sounding almost like a confession of pain, raw with a devotion that borders on terrifying. "i love you so much, y/n. look at what you do to me. i'm going to fill you up so deep you'll never forget how much you belong to me."

"please- heeseung-" you whimper, completely dumbfounded by the pleasure, your brain turned useless as he continues to wreck your overstimulated body. you can't form a thought, you can't even process the physical sensation anymore — all you know is the suffocating weight of his body, the brutal rhythm of his hips, and the absolute certainty that you would let him ruin you like this forever.

every trace of his usual control is officially gone, melted away by the sound of your hysterical sobbing and the tight pulsing of your walls around him. he lets out a loud moan against your neck, a sound so raw and uninhibited it makes your stomach drop. he is not just taking you anymore, he is drowning in you, driving himself into your sensitive core with a blind desperation. he hitches your thighs up high, draping your trembling legs over his broad shoulders so your hips are tilted back at an agonizing angle, exposing the slick heat of your core completely to his dark gaze.

he plunges back in, a devastating stroke that bottoms out so deep you can feel the blunt stretch of him in your gut. the sound of wet skin clapping against skin is loud and frantic, keeping perfect time with the violent rattle of the headboard against the wall.

"fuck... ah, y/n..." he moans out, the sound deep and completely uninhibited, escaping his throat in rough gasps as he drives into you again. his thighs are shuddering against yours, his entire body throwing its weight into a punishing pace. "you're so fucking tight... god, it's so hot inside you."

"heeseung- ah! heeseung, please!" you scream out, your voice completely shattered, your fingers clawing weakly at the damp bedsheets. the relentless friction of his pelvis grinding hard against your swollen clit with every deep plunge sends blinding white sparks behind your eyelids. you try to arch away, just to catch your breath, but heeseung’s broad hands clamp down onto your waist like iron vices, pinning you to the mattress.

"don't move away from me." he growls, his voice a raw command right against your ear. "take all of it. you asked for this, didn't you? tell me you wanted me to fuck you this hard."

"yes- yes, please, heeseung, i love you- oh god, i love you so much." you sob hysterically. the sheer physical and emotional overload is too much, your tears completely soaking your face, tracking down your neck and pooling onto the sheets.

"i fucking know, baby." he stammers against your skin, his voice cracking with a terrifyingly deep passion. he leans up, his face flushed a deep crimson, his eyes totally blown out with lust as he looks down at your wrecked face. "it drives me crazy how much you love me. it makes me want to completely tear you apart."

he drives inside you even faster, hitting that breathless spot until your internal walls clamp down around him, forcing a second orgasm to rip through your core. a broken wail tears from your throat, your whole body shaking uncontrollably.

but heeseung just lets out a loud groan, his jaw clenching so hard the veins in his neck bulge. your climax only makes him wilder once more, he refuses to slow down, driving right through your release with short thrusts that completely short-circuit your brain.

"heeseung, stop- i'm coming again! it's too much-" you whimper, completely dumbfounded by the sheer overstimulation.

"but you feel too fucking good." he groans out loudly, a dark chuckle hitching in his chest despite how completely unraveled he is. he grinds his pelvis hard against yours, rubbing relentlessly against every raw nerve until you are wailing. "squeeze me, baby. keep squeezing me just like that while you cry for me."

he leans down again, his mouth open as he devours your frantic sobs, tasting your salt and sweat.

"so helpless... crying so hard because you can't handle how much i love you. tell me who you belong to, y/n. tell me whose name is stuck in your head."

"yours... always yours... heeseung, please, i'm yours-"

"god, yes... ah... god, y/n... yes..." he roars out loudly, his voice completely breaking as his entire body goes rigid.

he cocks his hips forward one last time, burying his length to the absolute hilt with a bruising force that leaves you entirely breathless. a long groan escapes his lips as he releases inside you, his thighs twitching violently as he spills his hot cum deep into your pulsing core, holding you pinned beneath him until you are both nothing but a tangled mess.

he stays collapsed on top of you for a long time, his chest rising and falling in ragged gasps against yours. the room is entirely silent except for the sound of your quiet whimpers and the wet friction of his skin against yours as he slowly slips out, leaving you instantly cold and completely empty.

your body is still twitching from the aftershocks, your nerve endings so fried that even the cool air of the bedroom feels like too much on your highly sensitized skin. tears are still leaking steadily from your swollen eyes, catching in the messy strands of hair stuck to your flushed cheeks.

heeseung shifts, rolling onto his side and pulling your trembling body right against his chest. his long fingers are surprisingly gentle now as they sweep the damp hair away from your forehead. he tilts your chin up, forcing you to look at him with your blurred vision.

"look at my baby." he whispers, a soft chuckle escaping his lips as he uses his thumb to smear a fresh tear across your cheek. his voice has returned to that low purr, full of absolute satisfaction. "still weeping for me. you can't even move."

you just nod weakly against his chest, clutching at his shoulder with fingers that have no strength left. you are completely exhausted, hollowed out by the sheer magnitude of how much you worship him.

"my messy girl." he murmurs, leaning down to press a soft kiss to your wet eyelid, tasting the last of your salt. he wraps his arms around you even tighter, burying his face in your hair and anchoring you to him so completely that you can barely breathe. "sleep now, y/n. i’ve got you. you don't need to think about anything else ever again."

It had been six months now, and you don't know why you even still had his number saved in your phone.

Well, a part of you knew.

Even after six months apart, you still cared for him. You still craved him. You still loved him.

It took weeks after the breakup for you to realize that it was going to take a long time to get over him.

You had your first everything with him, and when he said those dreadful words, "we should break up," you thought you must have been dreaming cause you couldn't believe it. You didn't want to believe it.

You didn’t know what to do.

After all the things you did together, all the time you spent, and all the love you shared or what you thought was love, it all went down the drain.

You didn't agree with his reasoning for wanting to break up, but you understood it, and maybe just a tiny part of you was grateful that he took that step cause you're sure you would have never broken up with him, not in a million years even though it wasn't a healthy relationship you knew that you'd never stop trying to make things work with him cause you truly loved him.

But hey, maybe he did you both a favor by ending it.

After all, there had been countless arguments, nights where neither of you spoke to one another and even went to bed angry.

And that was just the start.

When you two first got together, you were both convinced you'd last forever through everything, foolishly rushing into the relationship at full speed. You both loved hard, probably too hard for only being together for two months, but that's young love, right?

But along with that came so many trust issues. Though chemistry was there, nothing else was, and even though you both loved each other, you knew two months together wasn't long enough to build trust to build a foundation, and that's why everything fell apart.

Nearly everything about the relationship was toxic. He wouldn't allow you to talk to other guys. You wouldn't allow him to go out alone, and that only resulted in arguments that you wished you could erase from the file case that you stored in your brain.

And slowly but surely, after that, nothing was off limits. It got so bad that you'd check each other's phones to make sure neither of you were cheating and even go as far as to have your friends spy on each other.

Sometimes, you'd even spend the night so you could watch everything he did, or he'd take you out on countless dates just to make sure he knew what you were doing at all times.

So now, after reading that text repeatedly, you asked yourself over and over why you replied with "me too" instead of just blocking him then and there, but there was that part of you that still loved that man with your whole entire being and even as pathetic and desperate as it sounds it was true.

"Can I come over?"

He texted back immediately after you replied.

"Sure," you reply back, and your heart felt like it was going to beat out of your chest. After six whole months of pining, you'd finally be able to see him.

Within fifteen minutes, he was knocking on your front door.

He looked as handsome as ever in his tan jeans and simple white shirt hiding beneath his leather jacket.

"Hi, y/n," he smiled softly at the sight of your beautiful face, and god, it's been too long since he last saw you. He couldn't wait another day. Even if he tried, if he didn't come over tonight, he was sure he would have gone insane.

"Hey," you breathed out, and that's all the time he gave you before he invited himself in and slammed your door shut behind him. His body moved on its own it was like you were a magnet sucking him in as he cupped your cheeks and kissed you with a burning passion.

His touch could always have you in complete shambles. You absolutely melted into him and immediately wrapped your arms around his waist. Without you even noticing, he messily kicked his shoes off and threw his jacket to the ground, all while keeping his lips glued to yours as if he pulled away. He wouldn't ever get a chance to kiss you ever again.

He easily backed you up against the couch. He didn't even need to open his eyes. He knew your apartment like the back of his hand. He remembers spending countless nights cuddled in your warm embrace while you stroked his hair and watched some random show you both happened to be into at the time.

He'd never forget those nights, not even in a million years, cause those were his absolute favorite, just you and him enjoying each other’s company.

He dropped his hands from your face and trailed them down your sides, gripping the hem of your shirt and breaking the kiss just long enough to take it off.

You gasped slightly at the cold air hitting your warm flesh, allowing him to stick his tongue inside your mouth even deeper, getting to taste every single last inch of you.

Like muscle memory, his warm fingertips skimmed over your lower back and easily unclipped your bra. He smiled into the kiss and pressed your body closer to his, humming in absolute delight while roaming every last inch of your body, touching you in the places he knew that would make you feel like your skin was on fire and make your heart skip a beat.

If it wasn't for lack of oxygen, he would have never pulled away. Unfortunately, he had to, but he didn't waste the opportunity to practically rip his shirt off and toss it on the ground. His dusty blonde hair stood messily atop his head as he leaned in yet again to get another taste of a little thing called you.

Hours, more like days. That's how long he could kiss you. Hell, he'd kiss you for six months straight just to make up for all the lost time. "God, I fucking missed you so damn much," he mumbles against your lips, his warm heavy breath fanning across your flushed cheeks.

You were already too far gone to even register that this probably wasn't the best idea, given both of your guys' history.

But you didn’t care. His scent was inviting, his touch was addictive, and his kisses were deadly.

"Me t-too," you moan quietly when he sucks the sensitive spot on your neck, knowing the exact reaction he'd get from you.

Your hands quickly found his belt buckle. You unfastened it at the speed of light and then made quick work of his button and zipper.

You stuck your hand down his underwear and palmed his erection. "Ah fuck” he moaned against the pulse point on your neck tracing his tongue over the hickey he had just created. "You always know how to make such a mess out of me," he whispered and blew cool air over your delicate skin.

To feel you so close again was literally a dream come true.

He was sure he'd never ever get used to the feeling of you. Every little thing you did felt like magic to him.

"I'm not much better off," you sighed in pleasure as he toyed with your plush breasts and rubbed his finger pads over your hard nipples.

"I’m glad to hear" he chuckles lowly and brushes your hair behind your ear, giving you one last butterfly-inducing kiss before slipping his large hands into the waist of your silk sleep shorts, tugging them down as the material hit the carpet softly.

You mimicked his actions and pulled his jeans down to his ankles so he could step out of them.

At this point, neither of you could be bothered with any further undressing. He looked deeply into your eyes and slowly laid you back on the sofa, and you instinctively wrapped your legs around his waist. He pulled his fully hardened length out of the front of his boxers, and the sight alone was enough for you to clench around nothing.

A gush of arousal dripped from your hole, soiling your panties even more.

He rested his fist beside your head, his breath hitching when he saw the huge wet spot on your baby blue panties. He teasingly rubbed his wet tip over your damp panties. "so beautiful," his bottom lip was caught between his teeth as he tried to muffle the sinful noises that threatened to come out, but inevitably they were bound to come out, and it would definitely be sooner than later.

You blushed from hearing him complement you after so long

Your hands roamed his toned chest and found their home on his broad shoulders. Your eyes fluttered shut in pleasure. Just feeling him through the thin material of your underwear was enough to make you feel dizzy. Your mind was full of nothing but him and how good he was making you feel. "Hee," you moaned, the nickname you gave him a few weeks after you both started dating. His heartbeat definitely increased after hearing you say that after so long.

"Yeah, baby, I'm right here," he whispers softly on your lips, now slowly grinding into you while adding to the number of kisses you had shared.

To hear him call you baby after being apart for six months made you feel like he was still yours and you were still his it felt like those unforgettable nights when watching your favorite show would always end up with you two having slow passionate sex on the couch.

Those were always the best nights.

He brushed his nose against yours, nudging you softly and burrowing his head into the crook of your neck.

"I can't wait any longer," you admit with a heavy breath as you run your fingers through his soft hair.

"Me neither," he propped himself up, swiftly moving your underwear to the side, allowing him easy access to indulge in you.

He quickly gathered up your wetness and coated his cock in your slick. You felt him slowly press his tip inside you stretching your tight opening with the help of your natural lubricant.

You both sighed in pleasure, eyes fluttering shut at the same time as the familiar feeling washed over you both.

He couldn't control the erotic sounds he made each time you tightened around him as you were still getting used to him again and adjusting to his size. "You always feel so good, baby" he carefully lowered his weight on you, pressing feather-light kisses all the way from your chest to your beautiful plump lips that still tingled from all the kisses he gave you.

Your hands ran along his back, gently scratching the skin and bringing him closer as you started to get more and more comfortable.

He took note of this instantly and created a slow, steady rhythm rolling his skillful hips to stroke inside of you. "Oh god," you whimper at the sheer fullness once he bottomed out. This was one of the many things you loved about him. He never left one inch of your body unsatisfied when he was with you. "Hee, please go faster" you didn't need to tell him twice.

He hoisted your legs on his shoulders, picking up the pace of his hips as he cupped your face looking you dead in the eyes while his tip repeatedly hit the deepest part inside of you. "I missed us together," he admits in the vulnerable moment, eyes full of nothing but sincerity and love.

Instead of responding with words, you bring his face closer, reassuring him that you feel the same way by kissing him with every ounce of love you have in your body.

You smile into the kiss, but your face quickly morphs into one of pleasure when he sneaks his hand in between your bodies to rub your clit just the way he knows you like. "Right there" your hands flew to his hair, tugging harshly as you tried to ground yourself from the overwhelming pleasure. It's been so long since you felt like this. The last time you felt this good was one week before your breakup.

"I know, baby. I bet that feels good, doesn't it?" You didn't even have to say anything for him to know the answer. You were squeezing around him so tight he could have cum right then and there, but he was holding off cause he wanted to cum with you. That's how he always did it.

"So good, h-hee" you had trouble catching your breath. Your whole body was shaking from the intensity of your impending orgasm. "I'm close," you whisper.

"Me too," he grunted and leaned back, squeezing your breast with his left hand while playing with your clit, adding an unfathomable about of pleasure to the mix. "feels so fucking good, baby," the feeling of your panties brushing against his cock was bringing him more pleasure than he'd ever like to admit.

When he looked at where your bodies met, he couldn't help but groan at the sight. He fought to keep his eyes from rolling back so he didn't miss a second of his cock sliding in and out of you. The front of his boxers were completely ruined from your arousal, just like your panties. Strings of wetness connected your lower halves together with every thrust. It kept getting wetter and messier, but that's just how he liked it, and so did you.

He pressed you further into the cushions creating an animalistic pace as you were now nearly bent in half while his tip hit your cervix with each roll of his hips. "Just like that, hee, keep going" your hands were now flat on his chest, nails digging into his pecs as he made you see nothing but stars.

"I'm gonna cum” you breathed out when you felt your high approaching much faster than you ever felt before.

"That's right, give it all to me, baby, don't you hold back" he started rubbing fast random patterns on your clit, tipping you over the edge in just seconds. The tight grip and rhythmic pulsating of your cunt triggered his orgasm right on time with yours. "I'm cumming” he moaned while leaning down and connecting your lips once more while he stilled inside you, his seed staining every crevice of your walls.

He was panting heavily while your tongues messily tangled around each other, teeth clashing every now and then as he slowly guided you both through your highs, rocking his hips softly while you both struggled to catch your breaths.

He rested his head on your chest, still panting softly while he listened to your heart rate returning back to normal.

After a few moments of silence, he gently pulled out of you, both of you wincing with slight sensitivity while you readjust your undergarments. "That was so amazing" he propped himself up once again, looking down on you with a fond smile that you missed cause you were too caught up in your own thoughts. "Wasn't it?" He asked, looking to you for reassurance while peppering your face with kisses.

"With you, it always is" you smiled with that same look in your eyes as when you told him you loved him for the first time and he knew he could never let you go ever again.

Just that look made his stomach churn it reminded him of what it was like when you were both together, and all the feelings of why things ended flooded his system.

All the doubt came back instantly and hit him like a truck.

Before his negative thoughts swallowed him whole, he suppressed those feelings and reached for the small blanket on your couch covering you both.

"Hey? What's wrong?" You asked after moments of him blankly staring at you.

You cupped his face, and he smiled sadly. "I'm sorry for breaking up with you an-" he quickly buried his head in the crook of your neck to hide his tears.

You immediately wrapped your arms around him to comfort him.

"I should have never left you. I should have talked to you first, but I left like an idiot.” He cried and nuzzled his face closer to you. "and I know you probably hate me, but I want you back," he to a sharp breath. "I want you back so bad I miss you so much."

"hee…" you rubbed his back. "I could never hate you," you whispered. "look at me," you cupped his face once again, looking directly into his eyes. "I love you, okay?" you wiped his tears with your thumbs, and he nodded his head, sniffling slightly. "I missed you so much, too, and I'd try a million times with you 'cause you're my everything."

"Really?" he said sadly while looking at you with puppy eyes and a smile that he couldn't hide even if he tried to.

You returned his smile, wrapping your warm arms around him comfortingly.

"so does that mean you'll take me back?" he says, feeling hopeful.

"yes, dummy, let's just try not to fuck it up this time." You say while smiling.

"Don't worry. We won't i swear i’ll listen to you. I won't look through your phone, and you can have as many guy friends as you want," he began rambling. "well, maybe keep that to a minimum of three, but I promise not to make you sad, and I will-" you cut him off with a kiss, and he just smiled at you. "what was that for?"

"cause I love you," you smiled, and he leaned down, mimicking your actions and kissing you back.

"I love you too." he hugged you close to his chest.

There was still a lot that needed to be worked out and talked about, but for right now, you just wanted to enjoy this moment with him, and you knew that no matter what the future held, he’d never give up on you, and you'd never give up on him, cause he was your everything.

FIN

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sub! hee who begged for you to suck him as he’s in game with his friends while you’re positioned under the desk

sub! hee who accepted your ‘challenge’ to stay quiet as you ride him, only then, will you give him head

“you’d have to work for it, baby,” “i’ll do anything—please.”

sub! hee who bites his lips to contain sounds that’ll escape as his mic isn’t muted yet—after all, the game hasn’t even began when you positioned yourself on top of him

sub! hee who constantly whines every time you move, making sure to tease him by slowly grinding your hips against his

“stay quiet or i’ll stop.” you look into his pleading, doe eyes, your tone stern. “fuck—it feels so good—” he breathes out, eyes almost rolling back. “like it?” seeing him so helpless fuels you more, as you move quicker. but you’re a tease so you stop midway.

sub! hee who you have to shut up by making out while biting his lower lips to give a warning, his whines and little breaths sending vibrations in your lips

“angel—mhm,” “my baby’s so whiny, should i stop?” “n-no, please,”

sub! hee who loves your hands around his neck as you continue to fasten your pace, his moans now uncontrollable

sub! hee who had forgotten about the game and is long gone, completely being afk online. his hands that were on the mouse and keyboard? now on your hips

“‘m gonna cum, can i?—please, angel?” “no, not until i say so.”

sub! hee who’s thighs are shaking from the pleasure as he fights the urge to release inside you

“you’ve been so good for me, baby, hm?” you run your fingers through his hair, guiding his head to the side as you leave more marks on his neck. “fuck—can i—“ “go ahead darling, you’ve been so good.”

sub! hee who fills you up with so much cum it leaks out, you’d be able to feel it hitting your uterus

he genuinely thought you were oblivious to his whole.. predicament. but you had never been more sure of anything in your life. you noticed the pink cheeks, the tent in his sweats, the things he'd mutter during sex:

"make you a mama.."

"gonna fill you up so good.."

"fuck, please take this.."

you weren't stupid, and he wasn't very subtle either. it was endearing how the supposed 'scary boss' could be reduced to such a sap when it came to conceiving.

a week later, he'd just finished an especially long day at work, the fatigue clear on his face. for once, he wasn't in a rush to undress you and push you down on the bed. instead, he grabbed your wrist wordlessly and walked lazily to your shared bedroom. you waited, but he didn't give you any commands like he usually did.

"need you, baby." finally, something familiar. except there was no authority in his voice, just surrender. the gears shifted in your mind. lee heeseung.. wanted you to initiate this? oh, you were absolutely going to abuse this opportunity.

"strip," you say this time. he obeys without question, shrugging his blazer off and unbuttoning his shirt.

when he was bare from the waist up, your fingers grazed the fastening of his pants, toying with the zipper and grinding the bulge against the heel of your palm. he let out a shudder. you undid his belt, tossing it onto the floor where it landed with a metallic thump and slid his slacks down his legs.

he hummed, low and knowing. "i remember wanting to try something with that.." he says, eyeing the belt you just discarded. you knew that tone all too well. seems like your reign of dominance was short lived.

your clothes disappeared one by one, all but your panties, which he hastily shoved aside. he hissed and bit his lip at the sight of your glistening entrance.

"look at that.. gorgeous." he emphasized his words by running his middle finger along the slippery slit. "so fucking wet for me.." you try to rub against his finger, desperate for contact, but he pulls away with a chuckle. "wait, sweetheart."

with that, he kicks off his boxers and grabs the belt from the floor. "hands and knees, baby." you settle into the familiar position, quietly aware of what's coming. heeseung groans as his hand wraps around his dick, pumping himself a couple times. "you just tell me if it hurts, mkay?" you nod.

he glides his thumb over the beads of precum on his tip and spreads your legs before plunging in. you moan at the lack of prep but take it regardless. a few seconds later, there's a harsh sting on your ass, one much harder than just his palm. you whimper in both pain and pleasure, the dual sensation of his thrusts and the belt ecstatic.

when you show no signs of discomfort, he leans down – pressing his chest against your back – and kisses the spot under your ear. "taking it so well, taking me so well.. m'gonna give you my kids tonight. i promise." you nod mindlessly, your senses completely overwhelmed in the best ways.

he sits back up and grips your hips, pushing you back to match his erratic pace. heeseung's whispered curses are the only sound in the room besides the slapping of skin and the occasional creak of the bed. you bite your lip to stay quiet, hands clawing frantically at the sheets for some sort of grounding. his cock pressed against all the right spots inside you and you teetered closer to the edge with every passing second.

"hee.. gonna cum-" before the words finish leaving your mouth, his pace doubles in speed.

"me too, baby. m'so close." your eyes roll back, back arching as you finish with a borderline pornographic moan. his hips thrust a hoarse yelp is ripped from his throat as he spills his load deep inside you. both of you don't move, just panting against each other and coming down from your highs.

heeseung gives you a shallow thrust before pulling out completely and flopping down on the bed next to you. the belt lays forgotten as the foot of the bed as he pulls you against his chest, kissing you gently all over your face. "so perfect for me.. my perfect girl." almost like a habit, his hand rests on your lower stomach, unthinkingly rubbing the skin like he can already imagine the life blooming in there.

in a rare moment of vulnerability, he buries his face in your neck and mutters: "why aren't you pregnant yet..?" your eye twitches when his voice cracks. "i've been filling you up for weeks now.. just give me a baby, please."

your fingers tangle in his hair, scratching his scalp lightly and kissing his hairline. "it will happen soon, baby. we can keep trying." he nods but it was almost unconvinced, like he already felt defeated.

it wasn't until a week later when you both realized how wrong he was.

you woke up on sunday morning feeling like absolute shit. extreme nausea and vomitting, a deep ache in your bones that didn't want to go away no matter what painkillers you took. of course, heeseung was there for you; holding your hair back as you crouched over the toilet, or running off to the pharmacy, but a part of him was silently praying that this was he thought it was.

he returned from the pharmacy ten minutes later, finding you right where he left you in the bathroom. he passed you some pills he bought and.. a pregnancy test. you looked up at him. "seriously? do you think..?" he nods.

"it's worth a shot." he steps out of the bathroom, giving you privacy to do the test. the door opens a couple minutes later, the stick laying on the counter. "results in three minutes," you whisper. while waiting, you quietly admit: "my period was due four days ago." his breath hitches right as the timer he set on his phone goes off.

two lines.

the tears filled in both your eyes before you could stop them – heeseung fell to his knees right in front of you, forehead resting against your stomach. he kissed the spot multiple times, muttering hushed thank yous.

and that's exactly how you ended up here: eight months pregnant with a heeseung that would rarely leave your side. the aforementioned side effects of baby fever he was suffering from had intensified tenfold. even in pregnancy, he still made sure you felt good.

he would spend hours going down on you, head buried between your thighs thanking you for the best gift he's received. even when you'd already cum three times and you begged him to stop, he stroke your hipbone, coaxing another orgasm from you while whispering: "one more. i know i can do it, baby." but it would never be just one more.

your body's curves became accentuated with the extra weight, only fueling his obsession with your tits. he'd come up behind you while cooking or washing dishes and cup the plush flesh in his hands. when he's going to bed? you know his hands will be on them by morning.

he took as many days off from work as possible (which was a lot considering he's his own boss) to stay at home with you, cooking for you, massaging you, or comforting you when you felt especially sick. honestly, you couldn't ask for a better partner.

and when it was all over? your little boy, heejae, was finally in your arms. albeit exhausting, the first few months were the best months of your lives. heeseung took a.. very extended paternity leave and was at home 24/7. he helped with the baby a ton, but he was a bit distracted at times.

"nngh- fuck! i could stay here forever.." he had successfully found a new target on your body – your breasts. the same ones that he worshipped before were now swollen, tender, and always leaking. god, it was even better in front of him that it was in his fantasies. currently, his face was shoved in your chest, sucking and toying with your engorged nipples, hand stroking himself furiously.

"mmmh, putting that baby in you was the best thing i've ever done, shit-!" his orgasm crashes over him hard, cum shooting onto your stomach with a throaty groan. you just bite your lip in response. recovering from his haze, he gives you that smug half smirk before collecting his release onto his fingers and shoving it into your mouth. when you part your lips to show him you swallowed, he rewards you with a series of gentle kisses.

"i love you so much," he murmurs.

"mm, love you too, hee."

when he wasn't busy getting off and remembered he actually had fatherly duties, he was pretty useful. he would clean up spilled food, bathe, and even change diapers. he made sure he was there for all the firsts: first steps, first words..

"yn! he just said dada!" when you rushed over, heeseung cooed for his boy to say it again. "heejae, say it again. daaaaa.. daaa.." he just babbled again before saying something that sounded dangerously close to mama. heeseung deadpans.

"no, i'm serious! he said it before." you laugh.

"whatever you say."

heejae was only six months old when heeseung decided he wanted more. one evening, after tucking heejae into his cot, heeseung found his hands roaming your breasts and stomach again, a habit he'd developed during your pregnancy.

"hm?" you hum, prompting him to explain the affection.

"nothin'. just think about how amazing heejae is. wouldn't kill to have another one, right?" as if trying to sway your answer in his direction, his lips found your neck, peppering little kisses and sucking light hickeys onto the skin that's been unmarked far too long.

you sigh. "he's not even a year old, hee."

he whines. "fuck, please. i need to fill you up again, please, baby," he begs.

you almost crack a smile while your fingers trace his face and trail down his chest. "maybe."

you see his eyes darken in a split second. he lunges forward to capture your lips in a searing kiss.

"let's make one more, then."

it was a long night.

an: i've tweaked 17 times today he did that backshots dance and his titties out?? like yes

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it was a sick, parasitic kind of comfort, but you knew down to your bones that your love for him was mostly rooted in his willingness to be your emotional graveyard. you could bury every ugly, toxic, venomous impulse you had inside jake, and he would just stand there and take it.

anyone else would have left you months ago. anyone else would have screamed back, told you to fix your own issues, or walked out the door. but jake stayed. he always stayed, absorbing your bad moods like a sponge, letting you treat him like dirt just so you could feel a twisted sense of control.

his submission was your security blanket. you needed him to be weak for you. you needed to know that no matter how monstrous you became, he would never have the spine to walk away.

you loved him most when you were ruining his day. you knew exactly what you were doing, and that was the worst part. it wasn't a sudden, mindless outburst, it was calculated. the pressure from work was heavy, a dull ache in your temples from hours of pretending to be agreeable, and the moment you shut your laptop, you needed a target. you needed to test him again.

jake was sitting at the kitchen island, his own laptop open, working quietly. he looked so stable, so grounded. it made something ugly twist in your stomach.

"are you really just going to sit there?" you asked, your voice deceptively calm as you walked into the kitchen. "i’ve been drowning in that room for four hours, jake. you haven't checked on me once."

he paused, his fingers hovering over the keyboard before he closed it halfway, turning his full attention to you. "you told me this morning that you needed absolute silence until your team call." he said, his voice level, fully reasonable. "i was trying to respect your boundary."

"respecting my boundary, or just taking the easy way out?" you crossed your arms, leaning against the counter. you knew it was unfair. you knew he was just doing what you had literally asked him to do, but you wanted the friction. "it’s convenient for you, isn't it? you get to play the perfect, hands off boyfriend so you don't actually have to deal with me when i'm stressed."

jake sighed softly, rubbing the bridge of his nose. he didn't look angry, he just looked tired. but there was a patient logic to him that always irritated you because you couldn't easily break it. "that's not fair. if i came in there, you would’ve told me i was suffocating you. i’m trying to give you what you asked for. if you want me to be there, just tell me. you don't have to turn it into a test."

he was right. he was always right, and it drove you insane. but deeper down, under the irritation, a sick wave of relief washed over you. he was arguing back, but he wasn't leaving. he was staying right there in the mud with you.

"i shouldn't have to ask." you said, stepping closer, your tone dipping into something venomous. "that's the point. you're just... complacent. you're passive in your own life, so you're passive with me. you just sit back and watch me burn myself out, and then you act like you're the victim because i'm snappy."

jake looked up at you, his dark eyes holding yours. he took a slow breath, absorbing the insult to his character. anyone else would have told you to go screw yourself and walked out of the apartment.

"i'm not a victim." jake said quietly, his voice dropping a register. "and i'm not passive. i'm choosing to stay here and talk to you because i know you're stressed, even if you're taking it out on me. but don't pretend i don't care about you just because i'm not screaming back."

you stared at him, your heart hammering against your ribs. you loved this. you hated yourself for it, but you loved how much you could push him. his stability was a wall, and you wanted to see how hard you had to hit it before it cracked. you loved him because he let you be the villain. he let you be toxic, he called you out on it logically, but he never closed the door between you.

"you're so pathetic." you whispered, the words heavy and cruel, meant to bruise. "you let me say whatever i want to you. don't you have any dignity?"

there was a sudden shift in the air. jake didn't blink. his jaw clenched, just a tiny tic in the muscle, and his posture went entirely rigid. the patient, reasonable boyfriend seemed to vanish for a fraction of a second, replaced by something much colder.

"is that what you think this is?" jake asked, his voice incredibly quiet now. "you think i lack dignity?"

your phone buzzed on the counter. you looked down at the glowing screen, the name michelle (manager) flashing in a mocking loop. it was your lifeline. a reminder that in exactly five minutes, you could step behind your professional shield and leave jake bleeding on the floor of your kitchen.

that safety net gave you a reckless surge of bravery. you looked back up at him, forcing a cruel little smile to hide the sharp prickle of sweat at the back of your neck. "if you had any dignity, jake, you wouldn't be sitting here asking me that. you would have packed your bags months ago." you leaned your weight back against the sofa, crossing your ankles on the coffee table, deliberately trying to look bored. "but you're still here. you always stay. any normal man would have told me to go to hell, but you just sit there and absorb it because you're terrified of what happens if you leave. you would rather let me treat you like trash than face an empty apartment. it's pathetic. you're actually addicted to being my punching bag."

it felt heavy. the words felt like actual bricks you were throwing at his face, meant to shatter whatever resolve he had left. you wanted him to look wounded. you needed him to look small so you could feel big.

but jake didn't shrink. he slowly closed his laptop. the click of the plastic lid closing was loud, sharp, and final in the quiet room. he didn't look tired anymore. the exhaustion you had been capitalizing on seemed to evaporate, leaving behind a cold, terrifyingly sharp focus.

"i'm not terrified of being alone." jake said, his voice entirely devoid of the warmth you usually relied on to survive your own guilt. it was steady, too steady. "i stayed because i thought that under all this miserable, toxic noise you make, you actually loved me. i thought you were just hurting, and i wanted to be the one to hold you through it." he stood up from the barstool. his movements weren't rushed, they were horribly deliberate instead. "but you don't love me, do you?" he asked, walking around the kitchen island. he didn't stop until he was standing right at the edge of the sofa, looming over you. the shadow he casted completely blocked out the light from the kitchen window. "you don't want a boyfriend. you just want a safe place to be a monster without any consequences."

the truth hit you like a physical blow to the stomach. you hated how easily he could read you, hated that he had just dismantled your entire psychological coping mechanism in two sentences. the twisting guilt in your chest mutated into pure defensive malice.

"maybe you're right." you spat out, your voice trembling slightly as you pushed yourself up, trying to match his height but failing miserably as you remained seated beneath him. "maybe you are just convenient. a sponge for all the shit i don't want to carry. and what are you going to do about it? cry? break up with me?" you glanced at your phone. three minutes. the digital clock was ticking down. you just needed to survive three more minutes of this suffocating tension, and then you would be safe behind your corporate pleasantries.

"you won't leave." you whispered, reaching for your phone, your fingers just a little too shaky. "you don't have the guts."

jake reached down, his large hand wrapping around your wrist before your fingers could even touch the glass screen. his grip wasn't painful, but it was absolute. a band of iron that completely anchored you in place.

you froze, your breath catching in your throat as you looked up into his eyes. the patient, sweet boy you had been torturing all afternoon was entirely gone. there was something dark, calculated, and deeply furious swimming in his gaze.

"you're right." jake murmured, his thumb rubbing almost soothingly against your racing pulse point, though his face remained a mask of pure ice. "i'm not going to leave. you want to see what i'm going to do about it though?"

your phone buzzed again in his palm. two minutes until the call. you wanted to pull away, every instinct in your body suddenly screaming at you to yank your wrist back, to stand up, to put space between yourself and the cold shadow he was casting over you. but your arm wouldn't move. his grip was a terrifying paradox — so quiet, so steady, but so absolute.

his eyes didn't look like jake's eyes anymore. the soft, accommodating warmth you had spent months taking for granted had completely burned away, leaving behind a predatory stillness that made your breath catch painfully in your throat.

"jake." you whispered, and for the first time all afternoon, the venom was gone from your voice. it was replaced by a small, trembling uncertainty. "let go of me. the call is in sixty seconds."

he didn't answer. instead, he used his free hand to casually slide your phone out from under your fingers. he looked down at the screen as it flipped to 4:59 pm.

"sixty seconds." he repeated, his voice dangerously low, almost conversational. he looked back up at you, his thumb dragging slowly across your skin, pressing just hard enough to feel your heart hammering like a trapped bird. "that means michelle is about to ring. and you're going to answer it just like the perfect, professional little worker you always are."

he leaned down, his face stopping just inches from yours. the scent of his cologne, usually so comforting, felt suffocating now. it smelled like a trap. you realized, with a sickening jolt of panic, what you had done. you had pushed him until he broke, but he hadn't broken the way you wanted him to. he hadn't shrunk. he had just waited until you were completely vulnerable, trapped by your own corporate cage, to show you exactly how much power he had been holding back.

"you love using me as a graveyard for your bad days." jake murmured, his breath hot against your lips, though his expression remained a mask of unfeeling ice. "you love knowing i'll just stand here and take whatever you give me because you think i'm too weak to do anything else. well, you're right. i'm going to take exactly what you give me today. all of it."

before you could even process the words, his hand moved from your wrist to your hip, his fingers digging into your skin through your clothes. with one effortless tilt of his body, he pinned your legs down against the couch, his weight completely trapping you beneath him. you let out a muffled gasp, your hands flying up to push against his chest, but it was like trying to move a brick wall. he didn't even budge.

"jake, stop, please. i can't-"

"shhh." he whispered, his hand sliding up to grip your chin, forcing you to look directly into his furious eyes. "don't ruin your reputation. you've worked so hard for this sync, haven't you?" with his other hand, he reached into his pocket and pulled out his own phone, setting it on the coffee table next to yours. the digital clock clicked over. 5:00 pm.

right on cue, your phone began to vibrate violently against the leather cushion next to your head. michelle (manager) was calling.

jake smiled, a tiny, humorless curve of his lips that sent a violent shiver down your spine. his hand left your chin, sliding slowly down your neck, over your collarbone, and down to the waistband of your pants. his fingers mapped your body with a rough familiarity that felt entirely distinct from the gentle boyfriend he always was. he picked up the phone, swiped the green bar, and held the screen right above your face.

"answer it, dummy." he commanded in a ghost of a whisper, his hand already slipping beneath the fabric of your clothes, his cold fingers making direct contact with your bare skin.

michelle’s voice broke the silence, tinny and demanding through the speaker grill. "hey, glad i caught you. do you have the spreadsheet open? i need the final approval on the regional margins before the 5:30 briefing."

jake’s thumb pressed the green icon, his eyes locked onto yours, a bottomless weight pinning you down. he didn't even blink. "say hello, y/n." he breathed, his voice a ghost against your ear, so close his eyelashes brushed your temple.

you swallowed down the dry lump of panic in your throat. "hi, michelle. yeah, i’m... i’m here. i-i have it open." your voice shook, just a fraction, as jake’s lips curved into that same cold little smile.

he didn't waste time. his hand slid all the way up your thigh, bunching the fabric of your pants, his knuckles dragging against your sensitive skin until he found the edge of your underwear. you tried to close your legs, a desperate twitch, but his thigh was wedged firmly between yours, keeping you pried open, completely exposed to him beneath his heavy frame.

"good." michelle said, oblivious. "let’s look at cell g14. the variance looks off."

jake hooked two fingers into the lace, pulling it aside with a slow drag. his fingers were cool against the humiliating heat blooming between your thighs. you slicked against his touch immediately, a betrayal your body committed before your mind could even process the depth of the trap you were in. he let out a mocking hum in his throat, a vibration you felt directly against your chest.

"is that... g14?" you gasped, the word clipping at the end as his index finger made direct contact with your clit, circling it with a brutal, deliberate pressure. you instantly arched off the couch, your hands clutching at his shoulders, your nails digging through his shirt.

"yeah, g14." michelle repeated, a slight pause on the line. "are you okay? you sound a bit strained."

jake leaned down, his mouth pressing against the sensitive column of your neck, his teeth grazing your pulse point. "tell her you're fine." he whispered, his voice so quiet it didn't register on the mic, but it vibrated through your entire skull. "tell her how focused you are."

he started to move his finger in earnest, a rhythmic friction that made your vision blur. he knew exactly what pace turned you inside out. he had spent months learning your body like a devout student, and now he was using that knowledge to completely dismantle you. his thumb pressed down hard while his other fingers slipped inside you, shallow and teasing, stretching you just enough to make you whine into the empty air of the room.

"i'm- i'm fine." you squeezed out, your eyes shut tight, tears of sheer overstimulation leaking from the corners. "just... a headache. the variance in g14... i-it's because of the system adjustments from the last billing cycle."

"oh, right, the billing cycle rollover." michelle said.

jake’s fingers sped up, a sharp friction that drove you straight toward a cliff. the pleasure was thick and immediate, building so fast it made your hips roll helplessly against his hand, begging for the release that was suddenly screaming through your veins. you were so close already, your breath hitching, your chest heaving against his, your throat tightening around a scream that would ruin everything.

but then he stopped.

he pulled his fingers out, leaving you completely empty, his thumb resting perfectly still against your swollen center, denying you the friction you were desperate for. you let out a broken sob, your eyes flying open to look at him. he was staring down at you, his expression still an unbothered sheet of ice, completely untouched by the heat burning you alive.

"jake." you mouthed, a silent plea, your hips twitching against his hand, trying to force him to move.

"keep talking." he murmured against your lips, his hot breath teasing your mouth but never actually kissing you. "explain the rest of the spreadsheet to michelle."

he began to touch you again, but it was slow. agonizingly slow. a single, teasing stroke upward, then nothing for three long seconds. just enough to keep you hovering right on the edge of a violent orgasm, your body trembling, entirely suspended by his will.

"and... the next line…" you choked out, your hand flying up to cover your own mouth, your knuckles digging into your lips to keep the whimpers inside as he gave you another sharp stroke that nearly shattered your focus entirely. "the column... column h..."

“shhh." he whispered, his breath a warm contrast to the ice in his eyes. "don't lose your focus. tell her about column h."

"the column h..." you squeezed out, the words trembling so hard they barely made sense, your fingers clutching at his shirt like a drowning person. "we need to... we have to adjust it... manually."

right as your body prepared to shatter again, right as the orgasm rushed up to claim you, jake pulled his fingers out. he stopped completely, leaving his thumb resting immovably against your throbbing center once more. he denied you the friction, cutting off the release at the exact second you needed it most.

another sob escaped your throat, muffled only because you bit your own lip until it tasted like copper. your eyes flew open, staring at him in wild pleading. your hips twitched against his hand, trying to force his fingers to move again, trying to steal even a fraction of the friction he was withholding.

jake just stared down at you, his face a smooth mask of pure control. 

"did you think it was that easy?" he whispered, his voice a low crawl that filled your entire head. "you wanted me to stay in the mud with you. so stay here, take it."

"manual adjustment?" michelle’s voice buzzed through the speaker, sharper this time, carrying the distinct irritation of a manager losing her patience. "if we adjust column h manually, it completely fractures the year end projections down in row 40. pull up row 40 right now and tell me what the new aggregate is."

jake’s dark eyes caught the light of the phone screen, flashing with a sick glint. row 40. more math, more focus. he shifted his weight, his knee sliding forcefully between your thighs, prying them apart until your hips were completely exposed and vulnerable beneath him. you tried to squeeze your legs shut, a desperate instinct to protect yourself from the sheer scale of his control, but you couldn’t move him.

"you heard her." jake whispered. he moved his free hand up to grip your jaw, his long fingers wrapping around the lower half of your face. his thumb pressed hard into your cheekbone, forcing your head to stay perfectly still, forcing your eyes to look directly at the phone screen he was holding up. "do the math, baby. show her how smart you are."

but before your blurred vision could even attempt to focus on the tiny numbers, jake acted. he didn't go back to the teasing circles on your clit. instead, he shifted his hand downward and drove two thick fingers deep inside you all at once. there was no slow stretch, no gentle preparation. just a blunt, heavy, upward thrust that completely filled you, hitting a deep spot inside your core that sent a violent shockwave straight to your brain.

your spine arched so hard your lower back left the sofa entirely. a ragged scream tore its way up your throat — the kind of sound that would have instantly gotten you fired — but jake was ready for it. his grip on your jaw instantly clamped down over your mouth, his palm sealing the sound back into your throat. the scream died as a muffled, vibrating hum against his skin.

you thrashed beneath him, your fingernails clawing frantically at the heavy muscles of his forearm, but he didn't even flinch. he just pushed his fingers deeper, curling them upward in a relentless rhythm that made your eyes roll back.

"are you looking at it?" michelle demanded, oblivious to the fact that you were currently suffocating on your own ruined climax in your living room. "i need the aggregate number."

jake slowly lowered his hand from your mouth, keeping his fingers hovering just a millimeter above your lips. "talk." he commanded, his voice a freezing law in the chaotic heat of the room. his fingers inside you pumped again, a brutal friction that made your stomach muscles spasm. "read the number, or i'll push a third finger in and rip you apart while she listens."

you were weeping now, silent tears streaming down into your hairline. your professional dignity was completely shattered, grounded into the leather beneath his weight. you were nothing but a trembling nerve. you looked at the screen, your vision swimming, forcing the numbers to solidify.

"it's..." you gasped, your chest heaving violently, trying to suck in enough air to form a sentence while jake’s fingers relentlessly pounded into your slick core. "the new... the new aggregate..."

"dumb bitch." jake murmured against your temple, his teeth grazing your earlobe. he twisted his fingers inside you, stretching the sensitive walls, making you whine pathetically into the air. "go slower."

"the... new aggregate is... four point two million." you sobbed out, the corporate jargon tasting like ash in your mouth. "four point two. i-it balances the... the deficit."

"there." michelle sighed, the sound of her typing echoing through the phone. "that wasn't so hard, was it? i'll plug that in. let's move on to the next slide."

jake smiled, a terrifying curvature of his mouth that held zero warmth. "you're doing so well." he whispered, entirely ignoring the tears tracking down your face. “who’s the pathetic one now, mmh?”

he suddenly withdrew his fingers from inside you once more, the sudden loss of pressure making you whimper and reach for him blindly. but he didn't stop there. he moved his wet fingers back up to your throbbing clit, pinching it firmly between his thumb and forefinger. you let out a strangled gasp, your whole body locking up in blinding overstimulation.

"i'm not sitting back anymore, see?" jake breathed, his voice dropping into a register so dark it made your blood run cold. he began to rub the sensitive bundle of nerves with an unforgiving speed.

your hips convulsed, snapping up off the leather cushions as a broken whine tore out of your throat. the friction was too much, too sharp, too fast. it felt like he was dragging a live wire directly over your nerves, pushing you into an agonizing overstimulation that made black spots dance in your vision. you tried to push him away, your hands weakly batting at his broad shoulders, but your muscles felt like melted wax.

"slide five." michelle announced, the rustle of papers filtering through the tiny speaker. "the client retention figures. looking at the graph, we have a slight dip in august. what’s the reasoning there?"

jake stopped the brutal rubbing instantly. you crashed back down into the couch, gasping for air, your whole body trembling on the absolute precipice of a climax he simply refused to let you have. the sudden absence of his hand made you let out a pathetic noise, your thighs twitching involuntarily.

"jake, please." you mouthed, a string of humiliating begging.

but he didn't answer. instead, he shifted his weight, moving the phone from his hand to yours. he wrapped your shaking fingers around the sleek device, forcing you to hold it right next to your own face. "don't drop it." he whispered, his eyes completely hollow, stripped of every ounce of the sweet boy you had taken for granted. "and don't mute her."

before you could even process the threat, jake’s hands went to the waistband of your pants. in one seamless motion, he dragged them down past your hips, taking your underwear with them, leaving them tangled around your knees. you were entirely exposed, splayed open under the harsh living room lights, completely at his mercy.

he didn't hesitate. he lowered his head between your thighs, his hands gripping your hips with bruising force to anchor you in place.

"i'm waiting on that retention explanation." michelle prompted, a trace of annoyance clipping her words.

"august..." you stammered into the phone, your eyes wide with sheer terror as you felt jake’s hot breath ghost over your dripping core. "the dip in... in august..."

jake’s mouth clamped down on you. it wasn't gentle. it wasn't the soft, worshipful oral he usually gave you when he was trying to make you feel loved. it was an attack. his tongue lashed out, flat and rough, dragging up the entire length of your slit before he zeroed in on your overstimulated clit. he sucked it directly into his mouth, pulling hard, creating a devastating vacuum that made your spine bow off the couch like a drawn bowstring.

"fuck." you squeaked, instantly slamming your free hand over your mouth. tears spilled hot and fast down your cheeks. the sensation was explosive, a sensory overload that was actively melting your brain. he was swirling his tongue around the tightest, most sensitive point, varying the pressure with a sick precision, knowing exactly how to keep you completely paralyzed by pleasure.

"excuse me?" michelle asked sharply.

"f-fluctuations!" you practically screamed through your fingers, your entire body shaking violently as jake’s tongue flicked at a relentless speed. "seasonal fluctuations! our clients... they restructure in late summer!"

jake let out a muffled hum of approval against your wet skin. his hands slid under your thighs, lifting your hips higher off the couch, angling you perfectly so he could consume every single drop of your humiliating lack of control. he pushed two fingers back inside you, stretching you open while his mouth continued its brutal assault on your clit, completely overloading your nervous system.

you were drowning. the climax was right there, a tidal wave of pressure building in your lower stomach, so heavy and absolute that your toes curled and your jaw locked shut. you were going to break. you were going to shatter right into the phone, ruining your career, ruining everything, all because you had pushed a patient man over the edge.

"right, the seasonal restructure." michelle mused. "that makes sense. so how do we pitch the recovery in september?"

the second she asked the question, the exact second your body began to clench in the first blinding spasm of your orgasm, jake stopped.

he pulled his mouth back, slipping his fingers out in the same agonizingly sudden motion. the cold air hit your soaking wet skin like a slap. the orgasm, which had been a millisecond away from crashing through you, stalled violently in your veins, leaving you suspended in a state of sheer physical agony. your body was screaming for release, every muscle locked tight, but the catalyst was just... gone.

you let out a devastated sob, dropping your hand from your mouth to claw at the cushions. you looked down at him through blurry, tear filled eyes.

jake was resting his chin on your inner thigh. his lips were shiny with your slick, his dark hair messy, but his eyes were still that same terrifying ice. he gently blew a stream of cool air over your throbbing center, making you jerk and whine like a beaten dog at the empty sensation.

"tell her about september." he commanded, his voice a low crawl that echoed in the quiet space between your spread legs. he brought his face an inch from your core, just close enough that you could feel the heat radiating from his mouth, but he refused to touch you. "pitch the recovery to her, baby. maybe, if you don't stutter, i'll let you finish."

michelle’s voice cut through the silence again, an impatient tap against your ear. "are you there? i need the strategy for the september recovery so i can log it before the briefing."

you squeezed your eyes shut, your hand trembling so violently the phone knocked against your cheek. your body was completely unstrung, vibrating with the sudden lack of touch, a hollow ache throbbing right where he had left you stranded on the absolute peak of breaking.

jake didn't move. he just rested his chin against your damp skin, watching the panic map itself across your face with a mocking patience.

"in... september..." you whispered into the mic, your voice cracking, a ragged sound you barely managed to control. you forced yourself to swallow the knot of tears in your throat, staring at the ceiling as your knees trembled against his shoulders. "we're... we're targeting the h-high value accounts... to offset the dip."

"good. give me the specific metrics." michelle said, the sound of her keyboard clicking away like a countdown.

jake leaned up slowly, sliding his heavy frame back over yours until his chest pinned you flat against the leather cushions again. he didn't touch you where you wanted it. instead, his long fingers wrapped around your jaw, his grip firm, forcing your face up so you had no choice but to look at the freezing depth of his eyes.

"tell her the metrics." he murmured against your lips, his voice a quiet crawl that made your skin prickle. "show her how composed you are. you had so much to say ten minutes ago, didn't you? you had so many cruel little words mapped out for me."

you whimpered, a helpless sound that you barely managed to keep away from the microphone by pressing your hand over the mouthpiece for a fraction of a second.

"what was it you called me?" jake asked, his dark eyes boring into yours, completely stripped of the soft look you had spent months exploiting. "you said i had no dignity." he shifted his free hand down, his fingers trailing slowly over your ribcage, pressing hard enough into your skin to leave a dull ache. he brushed the very edge of your dripping center, just a ghost of a touch, a tease that made your entire lower body convulse desperately toward his hand. but he still kept the pressure entirely away.

"look at you now." he whispered, a cruel vibration against your jaw. "trapped under me, weeping into a corporate phone because your pathetic boyfriend won't fuck you properly. who's the one without dignity now, mmh?"

"jake, please." you mouthed, the tears finally spilling fast over your temples, your fingernails knotting into the fabric of his shirt as michelle's voice came through the speaker again, demanding the specific percentage growth for the quarter.

"you look so fucking stupid right now." he commanded, his thumb dragging across your lower lip, pressing hard against your teeth to anchor you. "answer her."

"t-the specific growth..." you forced the words out, your voice vibrating with a brittle tension that threatened to snap completely. your fingers clutched at the cotton of his shirt, desperately seeking any anchor as your lower body continued to tremble beneath his weight. "we're... we're projecting a twelve percent increase in retention by the end of the month, michelle. it's based on the... the adjusted outreach protocol."

"twelve percent?" michelle’s keys clattered loudly over the line, a rhythmic background noise to the absolute chaos in your chest. "that’s aggressive, but if the high value accounts lock in, it’s doable. make sure that's reflected on slide six before the 5:30 call."

jake didn't break his stare. his thumb remained pinned against your lower lip, heavy and grounding, forcing you to feel every single ragged breath you took. the anger in his eyes hadn't faded, but it had solidified into something structural, an immovable boundary that you had spent months trying to find. and now that you had finally hit it, you were completely terrified.

"i will... i-i'll update it now." you squeezed out, the professional phrase sounding completely absurd while you lay pinned to the sofa, your legs still uncomfortably tangled in your clothes.

"perfect. see you in the briefing." michelle said, and the line finally went dead with a flat beep.

the silence that followed was heavy, filling the room until the only sound left was your own uneven breathing. the digital clock on the phone screen read 5:23 pm. seven minutes until the regional sync.

jake slowly took the phone from your hand, tossing it onto the coffee table without looking. he didn't pull away immediately. he stayed right there, his chest rising and falling against yours, maintaining the crushing pressure that kept you fully glued to the leather cushions. his fingers relaxed on your jaw, sliding down to trace the wet trail of tears that had dried against your cheek.

"seven minutes." he murmured, his voice dropping the harsh, mocking edge from before, returning to that level tone from the kitchen — only now, the warmth was completely gone from it. "you have exactly seven minutes to get your shit together, fix your clothes, and log onto that meeting."

you stared up at him, your chest aching, the heavy coil of unreleased tension still a throbbing weight in your pelvis. you wanted him to say something else, to yell, to touch you, to give you some kind of reaction that made sense of the mess you had spent the last hour creating.

"jake. p-please, i’m so sorry." you whispered, your voice small, the defensive malice you had carried into the kitchen completely evaporated.

he looked at you for a long moment, then slowly pushed himself off the couch. the sudden absence of his weight left you feeling cold, exposed, and entirely empty. he didn't look back as he walked across the living room, his movements calm and deliberate as he reached the kitchen island, picked up his laptop, and opened the screen back up.

"fix your spreadsheet." he said quietly, his eyes already fixed on his work. "don't keep michelle waiting."