You tilted your head back on the bed, moaning as you ran your fingers through your folds, wet sounds filling your room.

The red recording light of your laptop blinked in front of you, pointing directly at the spot where your fingers dipped into your entrance and cutting off above your bare chest. You never showed your face.

The friction sent jolts of pleasure down your back, the tight coil of heat between your legs growing with every second. 

Your free hand gripped the sheets, fingers turning white as you felt your climax approaching. You put your thumb on your clit, rubbing fast and hard circles as your orgasm crashed over you, drawing a silent gasp from your lips as your mouth dropped open. 

You arched on the bed, your breasts bouncing as you collapsed onto the mattress with a spent thud. Your breaths were ragged as you panted, staring at the ceiling for a few seconds before sitting up and ending the recording. You dragged it to your drafts folder before closing your laptop and heading for the shower.

After half an hour of edging yourself on camera, you were always a sticky mess. But it was all worth it for the money. Three weeks on OnlyFans, and you were already halfway to the 1k you owed your parents for fucking up your dad's car. You had insisted that a cat ran in the road, and you just had to swerve, but your older brother Jay smelled the weed on your breath before you’d even finished your carefully constructed cover story. He’d sold you out without a second thought, almost as angry as your parents at your recklessness.

They said you were an embarrassment, a damper on the Park name. But you knew from the tinge of fear in your mother's eyes that they were mostly just scared. Scared that they could have lost you.

You swore that you’d never do it again, but it wasn’t enough. So your dad decided the best way to learn would be to take it out of your bank account. The only problem? You were hopelessly broke.

As much as you were embarrassed to admit it, you had always relied on your parents' money. While your friends all held part-time jobs in high school, you would go to the mall, dragging Jay around to buy the newest designer purse or jar of face cream you didn’t need.

And now you were months away from going to college, and after the car situation, your parents made it painfully clear they were done spoiling you. 

So you tried. You tried looking for a job, handing in your meagre resume at fast food places and clothing stores. But no one ever called you back, and you were starting to think you’d be living at home for the rest of your life.

But then, one night, at 12:23 AM, you were staring at your phone, scrolling through Instagram comments, when you saw them: a strand of those sex bots begging for followers.

A light bulb went off in your head like a spotlight, and you looked down at yourself in your oversized shirt and underwear. Why work when your best source of income was right in front of you? Your body.

By 1:00 AM, you had made an OnlyFans account, and by 2:00 AM, you had posted your first video, your skin hot and flushed after touching yourself. You watched as subscribers and tips flooded in, and by the end of the week, you had $200 in your bank account.

It shocked you how easy it was. Play with your tits, do a bit of moaning, and bam, money. 

Men were so easy.

But after a few days, you noticed that one particular account kept popping up in your feed. It always left the biggest tips and was one of the first viewers to pop up on every video. The username was simple, designed like it was meant to blend into the background: zedlover01

You didn’t think much of it; it made sense that people would have favorite creators as they do on any social media site. But you couldn’t help but be curious. Who was he? A 40-year-old man in his mom’s basement? A run-of-the-mill pervert? Or maybe he was like you, a college kid looking for a bit of a thrill.

You were sitting on the couch in the living room, brainstorming ideas to spice up your content, when the front door opened.

Jay’s voice filtered into the room, accompanied by the voices of his annoyingly attractive college friends, Jungwon and Heeseung. 

You’d always crushed on them in that quiet, thrilling way, blushing if they met your eyes too long, stomach fluttering if they said your name a certain way. It helped that they were sweet, especially Heeseung. He’d always ask if you wanted to join whatever game they were playing on the TV, if you wanted a ride somewhere, or if you wanted him to make you an extra ramen packet. Every time, his warm eyes would brush over you like gentle lapping waves on a beach, making your legs feel weak under you.

You wondered how they’d react if they knew what you did in your room every night.

“Hey y/n!” Jungwon said, plopping onto the other couch next to Jay. “How’s the job search?”

You pursed your lips, keeping your expression neutral. Of course, Jay had told them. The day Jay kept a secret from Jungwon would be the day you won the lottery.

“Ok, I’m still looking.”

Heeseung sat on the couch next to you, keeping one cushion spaced between you. “My brother works at the dollar store by the mall. I could ask him to recommend you.” 

His gentle voice swept over you, making you feel strangely relaxed. You smiled politely. “Thanks, Heeseung, I’ll keep that in mind.”

Jay snorted from across the room. “y/n wouldn’t be caught dead in a dollar store. Her tastes are way too expensive.”

You glared at him. “That’s not true! Dollar stores are…nice.”

“Have you even been in one before?” Jay asked, his eyebrows raised.

You looked down at your lap. “No…”

Jay smiled. “I rest my case.”

Heeseung chuckled. “It’s ok, y/n, no pressure at all, just thought I’d ask.”

“No, no, I really appreciate it; I’m just…keeping my options open.”

For just a second, something on Heeseung’s face shifted. His eyes narrowed, an almost imperceptible flicker of knowing behind his pupils, as if—just briefly—he could see right through your lie. But then it was gone, and his easy smile returned. “Of course, I understand.”

Pretty soon, the boys had shifted to playing games. Jay pulled up Mario Golf, fitting, since the other unspoken part of your punishment was going to the course with Jay a few times a week. Your parents called it ‘sibling bonding time,’ clearly meant as a way to tame your delinquent brain, as they hoped to have your brother's sense of responsibility rub off on you. (although they didn’t say that last part out loud).

Like always, Heeseung offered you a controller, but you declined, not wanting to embarrass yourself any more times than you could control in front of him. When you played with Jay, you always ended up hitting the ball into the bunker.

The three of them took turns swinging with their Joy-Cons, the room filling with a mix of curses and celebrations as the balls either completely missed the hole or flew straight towards it. 

Heeseung was surprisingly good, and every time he stepped up to swing, your eyes traveled from the flex of his bicep up to the focused intensity in his eyes, his hair falling softly over his forehead.

He’d swing and get his ball right next to the hole, causing Jay to groan and Jungwon’s eyes to widen. Then he’d turn around, a laugh stumbling from his lips as he met your eyes. You would nod at him with an equally giddy smile, finding its way onto your face, and for just a second, you swore his gaze dropped down to your lips.

It was so brief you thought you’d imagined it, but the damage was done, and a swell of heat traveled up your neck as he sat back down next to you, the single cushion between you suddenly feeling way too small.

As you watched Jay and Jungwon take their turns, you realized you were hyperaware of Heeseung’s movements. You couldn’t stop yourself from glancing over every time he ran his fingers through his hair or bounced his leg, making the couch tremble under you. You just kept wondering how soft his hair was, or how much you wanted to bounce on his lap…

You inhaled sharply, wiping the image from your mind. This was not the time to be having fantasies about your brother’s best friend. 

But Heeseung noticed. 

His Bambi eyes flicked over your face, watching the way you pursed your lips and shifted in your seat. Even though you felt his gaze like a brand on the side of your face, you didn’t look at him, instead forcing yourself to watch the screen, letting Luigi’s disappointed face distract you from the needy pressure between your legs.

Then, Heeseung stood up for his last turn. He got into position, chest turned towards you, and face tilted towards the screen as he readied his shot. While the others held their breath as they looked at the screen, your gaze lingered on the slight parting of his lips, wondering how they’d taste.

Jay’s voice cut through the room. “Let’s go, zedlover01.”

You watched Heeseung’s entire body go still.

It took a few seconds for the familiarity of the name to click, but when it did, you momentarily stopped breathing.

Slowly, you raised your eyes to Heeseung’s. He had been staring at you, clearly assessing your reaction, but the second he saw the cold shock of realization on your face, he tore his eyes away like your gaze burned him. 

The action alone ruled out any coincidence. 

He glanced at Jay. “Don’t call me that.” 

Jay cocked his head, clearly confused. “But it’s your name; you use it on every game we play.”

“Is Heeseung Hyung embarrassed?” Jungwon said teasingly, noticing the line of red creeping up Heeseung’s neck.

He ducked his head, jaw tight as he looked at the screen. “Just…let me focus.”

The boys went quiet, shooting each other bewildered glances. 

You were staring at your lap, a roar of emotions running through your head that you weren’t sure how to acknowledge. Heeseung—your brother’s best friend, the boy you’d been crushing on for half of your life—had been watching you fall apart in front of a camera for weeks. And not just watching, but paying, obsessing, treating your videos like the newest episodes of his favorite show.

He’d seen you naked, he’d heard your moans, and he’d liked it. 

If Jay ever found out, he’d murder both of you. Heeseung out of anger, and you out of disappointment.

But what Jay thought was the least of your concerns. Because now Heeseung was sitting back down on the couch after he botched his shot, his cheeks the same shade as his pink hair as he scraped his palms up his thighs. 

You felt like you couldn’t breathe, the space between you so thick with tension you thought you could cut it with one of Jay’s specialty knives. You had to escape; you had to get away from him. Just to get one second to catch your breath and process everything away from your brother's watchful gaze. 

So while Jungwon was taking his shot, you moved. You slipped off the couch and headed straight for the bathroom, feeling Heeseung’s eyes on you the entire time. Your surroundings were a blur as you moved through the house, and the second your feet hit smooth tile, you shut the door behind you, leaning your back against it and breathing deeply. 

The sounds of your panting echoed through the large bathroom, the quiet helping to calm the rapid beating in your chest. You closed your eyes, imagining Heeseung’s gentle smile curved into a silent gasp as he watched you touch yourself. You imagined him sitting with his back propped against his headboard, fingers running over his shaft as he listened to you—the girl he’d practically grown up with—fuck herself on her bed. And here he was, talking to you like nothing had changed, even though everything had. 

You cursed as you realized that just thinking about it made you wet.

A familiar, needy heat gathered between your legs, making your finger tremble as you thought about relieving yourself. You couldn’t deny that Heeseung’s face had popped into your mind a few times as you filmed—nothing detailed—just glimpses. Flashes of his hand or his warm smile, sinking into a smirk as he ran his hand up your thigh. 

You forced yourself to your feet, trying to ignore the aching pressure as you splashed some water on your face.

That’s when a gentle knock sounded at the door.

“Hello?” You said.

A soft voice sounded from the other side. “It’s me.” He paused, then added like an afterthought. “Heeseung.”

You sighed. Of course, it was him. You wanted to tell him to go away. To go back to his friends and pretend none of this ever happened. But the way his voice made your panties dampen said otherwise. You dried your face, and before you could stop yourself, you were reaching for the door.

The second you turned the lock, he was slipping inside, closing it behind him with a firm click, his back leaning against the polished wood as he stared at you.

You felt like you were looking at a different person. Gone was the polite smile and the caring eyes, replaced by a firm stare and barely contained desperation. 

“y/n, listen, I found your account by accident, and I didn’t even know it was you until a few days later…” He trailed off, eyes drifting to your lips like they were hypnotizing him. “Then I just couldn’t stop.”

Your breath caught, the ache between your legs pulsing like a reminder.

“Were you ever going to tell me?”

He ran a hand through his hair. “I wanted to, but I didn’t really know how without freaking you out.”

“I’m not freaked out.”

“You aren’t?”

You snorted. “Well…maybe a little. I’m just surprised.”

He sucked in his bottom lip, looking at you shyly. “In a good way?”

The words made your stomach flip. You bit back a smile. “How’d you know it was me?”

Heeseung stepped towards you, fingers twitching at his sides as if he wanted to touch you but wasn’t sure he should. He smiled softly. “The Weeknd poster above your bed. The bottom half was showing in one of your videos, and I recognized it instantly.”

Your eyes narrowed, but a smile tugged at your lips. “How do you know I have that poster? Are you sneaking around my room?”

He smiled sheepishly. “Jay went in to grab your hairdryer or something one time, and I might have taken a peek.”

You gasped, putting your hand on his chest and shoving him slightly. “You creep.” But there was no venom in your voice, and you didn’t pull back your hand.

Heeseung looked down at it, his eyes darkening slightly. 

You felt his heartbeat against your palm and could swear it was speeding up with every second. 

His hand drifted up and rested over yours, holding it against his chest. He looked at you, his eyes searching. “When I realized it was you, something…changed.”

You bit your lip, the air in the bathroom humming with the tension. “How so?”

“I couldn’t stop thinking about you. Every time I closed my eyes, I heard the sounds you made in those videos, and wanted nothing more than to be the one causing them.”

You exhaled slowly, unknowingly moving closer to him.

He continued. “When I heard about the accident, I told myself I was giving you money to help you out, but I never skipped a single upload.” Heeseung’s other hand cupped your face, tilting your chin up so you were meeting his eyes. “It’s like you unlocked a part of myself I didn’t know was there, and now that it’s awake…I don’t know if I can ignore it.”

He was so close that your breaths mingled in the air, intertwining like twin flames. The pressure in your core was so intense that you could feel your inhibitions slipping away, fading until the only thought in your head was Heeseung’s lips.

“What if I don’t want you to ignore it?”

Heeseung made a sound halfway between a sigh and a groan, his eyes glassy and dark. “Don’t say what you don’t mean y/n.”

“Heeseung, just kiss me.”

His lips crashed onto yours before you could blink, and just like that, everything vanished. You didn’t think about Jay and Jungwon being in the other room, or what it meant to kiss your brother’s best friend; there was only Heeseung: his mouth, his hands. They roamed over you like they’d been reaching for you as long as they could move, your skin tingling wherever he touched. 

Your lips moved together in a desperate clashing of teeth and tongue, and when his hand found your waist and a soft moan escaped your lips, he swallowed it, enveloping your mouth under his with claiming intensity. 

He moved you until your back hit the sink, and braced himself against the counter with one hand while the other moved up to tangle in your hair. Heeseung kissed you like he was sick, and your lips were the antidote, smiling as you moaned into his mouth. 

He pulled back to bury his head in your neck. “Your sounds are so beautiful, baby. I never want them to stop.”

“Heeseung!” You gasped. The coil of heat between your legs was twisted so tight you wanted to cry. It wasn’t a question anymore. You needed him, and you needed him now. “Heeseung, please, need you inside me.”

You felt him still against your neck, and he leaned back to press his forehead against yours, eyes glazed as he panted. “Are you sure? Once I start, I can’t promise I’ll be gentle.”

You nodded, channeling every bit of need into your voice you could muster. “I’m sure, Hee, it hurts so bad.”

He smiled, kissing the corner of your mouth. “Ok, baby, I’ll help you; don’t worry.” He tugged at the zipper on his jeans, groaning as his erection sprang free, a drop of pre-cum already gathering at the tip.

Your eyes widened at his size, and just the image of him filling you up made you whimper. 

Heeseung’s hands found your waistband, pulling down your shorts and panties in one fluid motion. He cursed when he saw your glistening lips, already soaking wet and aching for him. 

“How long have you been like this?” He breathed.

“All day. The second you walked in the door, I was wet for you.”

“Fuck.” He hooked his hands under your thighs and lifted you onto the counter, your bare ass hitting the cold surface, sending a shock up your spine. He gripped your chin between his fingers, forcing you to look at him. “As much as I love hearing you, you need to be quiet ok? If your brother hears us, we’re dead.”

You ran your hands up his chest, the pressure so dizzying you could barely hear him. But somehow, you choked out a yes, and finally, torturously, he aligned himself with your entrance.

When he pushed into you, you had to bite your tongue to keep yourself from moaning. You buried your face in his neck, taking in air in shallow gasps as you fought to stay quiet. The way he filled you was agonizingly good, eons better than using your own fingers on camera. You had no words to describe it, nothing to say except his name as you murmured it into his ear over and over again: “Heeseung, Heeseung, Heeseung…”

When he finally bottomed out, he stopped and sighed, breathing in time with you as he brushed sweaty strands of hair out of your face. “Still ok?”

“Yes.” You breathed, “more than ok.” You tangled one of your hands in his pink hair, pulling him into a messy kiss as your hips trembled under his grasp.

He groaned, melting into your touch, and as his tongue slipped into your mouth, he moved. It wasn’t gentle; it wasn’t testing; it was brutal. 

Heeseung pulled out almost fully before slamming back into you. You couldn’t stop a choked sob from ripping out of your throat, but he was ready. He put his hand behind your neck and kissed you hard, creating a sealed chamber with your mouths that muffled every sound. He moved against you mercilessly, the friction of his shaft scraping against your walls so overwhelming you thought you were going to pass out.

You clutched at his shoulders, feeling the lean muscle flex under your fingers as you searched for something to ground you. He moaned as your thumb drifted over his nape, sending a fresh wave of pleasure down your back.

Somehow, you were being quiet, with your muffled moans mostly drowned out by the slapping of skin and the squelch of your juices around his cock. 

But you weren’t done, the coil in your core still being twisted to its limit. You hooked your legs around his back and pulled him closer, causing both of you to groan into each other's mouths as the angle deepened. 

You could feel Heeseung’s thrusts getting shaky, his breathing more ragged, and you knew he was close. You began to grind against him in tune with his thrusts, your bodies rocking against each other in a filthy image.

Heeseung’s groans turned into desperate whimpers as you rocked against him, and you disconnected your lips as his thrusts became a rapid chase, both of you breathing hard as you held on to each other.

“You’re so fucking perfect.” He said, his eyes wide and wrecked. “Like you were made for me.”

You were too far gone for words and were halfway through saying his name when your orgasm swept over you. It was like the breaking of a dam, a rush of wetness dripping between your legs as your walls clamped down with a sudden snap.

Heeseung buried his face in your neck to muffle his moan as he came apart after you, his back spasming as you milked him dry. You held onto him through it, kissing his sweaty neck as your bodies trembled and twitched together, still connected as a sticky mess tumbled down between you.

His hands braced the counter around you as his breathing slowed, and for a few seconds, you stayed there, existing in the moment when you’d crossed the line and become as close as your bodies allowed. 

Then Heeseung pulled out of you, exhaling sharply as he left the warmth of your walls. Without a word, he grabbed some toilet paper and started cleaning you, his soft hands brushing down your thighs as he sopped up every drop of his cum. 

When he was done, he stepped between your still-open legs and kissed you. This time, the kiss was gentle and sweet, full of possibilities and an uncertain future. You felt a stirring in your gut, but it wasn’t arousal; it was excitement. Anticipation for a relationship you had yet to consider, and a life that now felt more livable with Heeseung in it. 

Suddenly, nothing felt impossible.

He smiled as he pulled back, eyes tracing your face like he was trying to memorize it. “Would it be bad if I said I’m glad you messed up your parents' car?”

You laughed. “Maybe a little?”

He kissed your nose. “Even if it led me to you?”

“I’ve always been here, Hee.”

“But you weren’t mine.”

You smiled, studying the face of the boy who’d always been familiar but now felt like home. “Is that dollar store job still on the table?”

He tilted his head, a strand of hair falling over his eye. “You actually want it?”

“Well, I can’t really keep doing OnlyFans…”

Heeseung leaned into your arms, burying his head in your chest and wrapping his arms around your lower back. You could feel his grin against your shirt. “I’ll call my brother tomorrow.”

You giggled and stroked his hair, letting the moment sink over you like the heat of the sun on a chilly day. 

There was only one problem: How the hell were you going to tell Jay?

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The soft hum of the refrigerator was the only sound in the apartment, save for the gentle clinking of a metal spoon against a ceramic bowl. 

You hummed along to the silent melody, lost in the sweet, comforting world of late-night baking. 

Dressed in one of Heeseung’s oversized t-shirts that hung loosely over your frame, paired with a tiny pair of shorts peeking out from beneath, you felt perfectly at ease. 

The kitchen air was thick and warm, smelling deliciously of vanilla, sugar, and melting chocolate.

A tray of perfectly golden cupcakes sat cooling on a rack. At the same time, you meticulously piped swirls of creamy buttercream onto another batch, adding a scattering of rainbow sprinkles to each one. 

You were so engrossed, head tilted in concentration, that you didn't hear the soft shuffle of bare feet until a warm presence leaned against the counter beside you.

"Mmm, something smells good," a low, raspy voice rumbled, still thick with sleep.

You jumped, nearly smearing frosting across your cheeks. "Heeseung! That scared me!" 

You turned to see him, hair mussed, eyes still heavy-lidded, but a small smile playing on his lips. 

He was wearing only a pair of sweatpants, his chest bare, and you felt a familiar warmth bloom in your chest at the sight of him.

"I couldn't sleep," he mumbled, reaching out a finger and swiping a dollop of frosting from the bowl. He licked it slowly, his eyes closing in bliss. "This is amazing."

"Hey, hold up, that's for the cupcakes!" you playfully scolded, swatting his hand away. "Go back to bed, Hee. These aren't even close to ready yet."

He grunted, leaning his chin on your shoulder, his breath warm against your neck. "But I'm really, really hungry, baby. Can't I just have one?"

"No, you cannot," you giggled, trying to push him away gently. "They need to be fully decorated, and you're in my way, mister."

"Just one little bite? Please?" he pleaded, his voice a low purr as he nipped playfully at your earlobe.

"Hee!" You swivelled, pushing him back with a hand on his bare chest. "Stop that, you're going to make me mess up." You laughed, genuinely enjoying his sleepy antics. 

This was literally your life. 

These quiet, playful moments in the late hours were all part of your routine after having been living under the same roof as Heeseung. 

You turned back to your task, reaching for a bottle of chocolate syrup from the top shelf. 

As you stretched, your shirt rode up a little, and the hem of your shorts rose with it. You leaned forward, craning your neck to see the label, completely oblivious to the sudden, subtle shift in the atmosphere behind you.

Heeseung had been about to steal another taste of frosting, but his eyes had drifted. 

The soft, buttery curve of your lower back, the smooth line of your thigh, and then, a fleeting glimpse of delicate lace peeking out from beneath the fabric of your shorts. 

It was just a flash, a whisper of ivory against your skin, but it was enough.

More than enough, actually.

The playful glint in his eyes vanished, replaced by a sudden, intense focus. He went completely still, his half-raised hand dropping slowly to his side. 

The sweet smell of vanilla and chocolate suddenly seemed to amplify, becoming almost intoxicating.

You finally retrieved the syrup, turning back with a cheerful hum. "Alright, now for the chocolate drizzle..." You trailed off, noticing him. 

Damn it.

He wasn't even looking at the cupcakes anymore. 

His gaze was fixed on you, heavy and unblinking, his earlier playful expression entirely gone.

"Heeseung?" you asked, a little confused. "What's wrong? Is there something on my face?" You touched your cheek self-consciously.

He didn't answer, just took a slow, deliberate step closer. His eyes, usually so warm and expressive, were now dark, almost predatory. 

The playful hunger he'd shown for the cupcakes was now directed solely at you, and it was a hunger that made your breath catch in your throat.

"Hee? Baby? Hello?" you tried again, a nervous flutter starting in your stomach. 

The air in the kitchen, once warm and comforting, now felt thick with an entirely different kind of heat.

He reached out, his fingers tracing the curve of your hip through the fabric of his shirt. His touch was light, yet possessive, sending a shiver through you. 

"You look really pretty right now," he murmured, his voice deeper, rougher than before. "So, so sweet."

He moved closer still, caging you against the cool marble of the counter. 

The half-decorated cupcakes, the bowls of frosting, and the sprinkles all seemed to blur into the background. 

His eyes devoured you, tracing the line of your collarbone, lingering on the soft swell of your chest beneath his shirt.

"Heeseung, what are you doing? I'm in the middle of baking," you protested weakly, your voice barely a whisper. 

You could feel the heat radiating off his body, the sudden, desperate intensity of his gaze. 

This wasn't the playful Heeseung from moments ago. 

Hell no.

This was something else entirely.

He leaned in, his lips brushing against your ear. "Forget the baking," he breathed, his hand sliding up your side, fingers brushing against the bare skin of your waist. "I want to taste you instead."

A beat.

Before you could even fully process his words, his mouth was on your neck, a soft groan rumbling in his chest as he kissed and sucked at the sensitive skin beneath your ear. 

His hands were everywhere, tracing the curves of your body, pulling you flush against him until you could feel the hard evidence of his desire pressing against your shorts.

"The fuck, Heeseung, wait," you tried, a weak protest, but your body was already betraying you, arching into his touch. 

The rich confectionery scent was suddenly mixed with his intoxicating musk, filling your senses.

He pulled back just enough to look into your eyes, his own dark and burning. "Please," he whispered, a raw, needy edge to his voice that made your knees tremble. "Just... please give me a taste."

He kissed you then, deeply and urgently, his tongue sweeping into your mouth, tasting of frosting and something uniquely, deliciously him. 

His hands found the hem of his shirt you were wearing, easily pushing it up and over your head, tossing it carelessly onto the floor amidst a scattering of rainbow sprinkles.

The cool air of the kitchen hit your bare skin, but you barely noticed, consumed by the fire he was igniting. 

He broke the kiss, his eyes dropping to your exposed chest, a low growl escaping his throat.

"Gosh, you're going to make a mess, I don’t want to clean up so much," you managed, a faint protest as his fingers brushed over the sensitive skin of your breast.

He chuckled, a dark and husky sound. 

"That’s good, baby. I love making a mess," his thumb grazed your nipple, making it harden instantly. 

"Especially when it's this fucking sweet."

He bent his head, his mouth closing over one peak, drawing a sharp gasp from your lips. His free hand slid down, pushing aside the thin fabric of your shorts, seeking the soft warmth between your thighs. 

The cool marble counter pressed against your back, a stark contrast to the burning heat his body was generating.

"Heeseung," you whimpered, your fingers tangling in his messy hair as he suckled greedily. 

The kitchen, once a sanctuary of domestic calm, had transformed into a playground of raw desire. Bowls clattered as his elbow nudged them, a half-finished cupcake toppled, its frosting smearing across the counter. A sticky trail of chocolate syrup lay forgotten beside a whisk.

He pulled away from your breast, his eyes still heavy-lidded, but now blazing with a possessive hunger that made your core clench. 

He reached for a bottle of whipped cream from the fridge, shaking it vigorously before spraying a decadent dollop onto your stomach.

"So good," he murmured, licking it clean with slow, deliberate strokes of his tongue, making you writhe against him. "So, so, so fucking good, baby."

His mouth moved lower, tasting, teasing, until you were practically melting against the counter. 

He was insatiable, devouring you with a desperate urgency that left no room for thought, only sensation. 

Your ragged breaths now drowned out the soft hum of the refrigerator, the soft moans escaping your lips, and the frantic rhythm of his touch.

He lifted you, settling you onto the counter amidst the forgotten baking supplies, your legs wrapping instinctively around his waist. 

The cool marble, the sticky frosting, the scattered sprinkles – it was all a deliciously messy backdrop to the heat building between you.

He peeled your shorts away only to be met with a teasing glimpse of lace, and his hands tightened on your thighs as though restraining himself was rapidly becoming impossible. 

“You wear this while making cupcakes and expect me to behave?” he rasped, voice thick with disbelief, fingers hooking into the delicate sides before tugging the lace down in one impatient motion, his stare turning darker as he left you completely exposed beneath him. 

Heeseung's dark eyes burned into your exposed pussy, splayed wide on the counter amid the chaos of scattered bowls — thick buttercream frosting oozing, chocolate ganache pooling, sugar dusting everything like filthy snow. 

The air hung thick with the thick, sugary aroma clashing against your sharp, heady scent of arousal. 

He licked his lips slowly, predatory. "Fuck, baby, your cunt's weeping for me already. So puffy, so slick, lips parted like they need my mouth buried in 'em. I'm gonna tongue-fuck this juicy thing until you're a shaking mess, begging to soak my face."

You shivered, thighs trembling as he draped your legs over his broad shoulders, knees hooked high to splay you obscenely. 

His strong hands gripped your inner thighs, thumbs digging in to hold you open without mercy. 

He snatched a spoon from the mess, scooping a dollop of frosting, but instead of your core, he smeared it thick across your sensitive inner thighs, cool cream trailing up toward your crease, inches from your heat, making your skin prickle and twitch. 

"Gonna paint these slutty thighs first, make 'em sticky for me to lick clean while I devour your dripping slit. Feel that chill? Your body's already begging for more."

"Heeseung, baby... please," you whined, hips rolling instinctively, clenching on nothing as the frosting melted warm against your flesh.

He smirked, dragging the spoon's edge along your thigh muscles, pressing firmly to massage the cream deeper into your skin, sending tingles racing toward your core. 

Then he grabbed the piping bag’s rounded, flexible form, brushing against your skin as he steadied it in his grip, making your muscles jump, blood rushing hotter to your system.

"Spread wider for me, you greedy girl. Let me mark these thighs red while your pussy throbs untouched. Look at it, all shiny and desperate." He held the piping bag steady as his other hand guided your thighs further apart , exposing every inch of your pulsing entrance.

His hot breath ghosted over your clit first, making it throb harder. 

Then his tongue struck — flat and broad, lapping from your hole upward in one long, greedy swipe, collecting your tangy slick. 

No utensils here, thankfully, it was just his wicked mouth claiming you. 

He groaned deep, the vibration humming straight through your core. "Shit, you taste like pure sin, gorgeous. Salty-sweet nectar. Gonna slurp every drop while these thighs quiver around my head."

You moaned loud, fingers twisting in his hair, yanking him closer. 

“Ugh, keep doing that, baby.”

He dove in ravenously, lips sealing around your cunt to suck hard, pulsing pulls that hollowed his cheeks. 

His tongue flicked the peak relentlessly, tip battering it side-to-side, then circling tight spirals. 

Below, he thrust his tongue into your entrance, spearing shallow but insistent, fucking your walls with wet, obscene thrusts. 

Slurping sounds filled the kitchen as he sucked your lips into his mouth, tugging them gently between sucks, releasing with filthy pops.

While his face stayed glued to your cunt, he reached for the spoon, dipping its bowl in chocolate ganache. 

He ran the curved underside of the spoon lightly over your ass cheeks, the cool metal gliding across your skin in slow, teasing passes, dipping into the crease but never breaching, just hovering at the rim, making your hips buck wildly into his devouring mouth. 

"Feel the spoon tickling your tight ass? Chocolate dripping down, begging to mix with your come. But this sloppy cunt? All mine to tongue. Clench on it, baby. Fuck, milk my tongue like the cock it wishes it was."

Your breaths came in gasps, body arching off the counter. "Ugh—fuck, yes… Baby—faster."

"That's my filthy girl," he rasped against your folds, pulling back a slick string of your arousal, connecting his lips to your pussy. 

He snatched the icing spatula next, its side gliding over your lower belly, pressing into your hip bones, then down to slap lightly against your clit, sending a sharp jolt through your core. 

The frosting from your thighs smeared onto his chin as he plunged back in, nose grinding your clit while his tongue lashed your entrance, plunging deep, curling to hit that spongy spot inside.

He hummed filthy praises into you. "Your pussy's gushing rivers, pretty. Coating my tongue, dripping down my throat. So fucking responsive, I love it. Twitching every time I flick this clit. You love being my little kitchen toy, don't you? Legs spread, thighs sticky, cunt feasted on like dessert." 

His free hand slapped your thigh with the spatula again, the sting amplifying every lick, every suck, as he alternated between vacuuming your folds and tongue-fucking your hole.

Pleasure built like a storm, coiling viciously in your gut. 

He grabbed the whisk now,its looped wires dragging slowly over your breasts, trailing down your sides, grazing your nipples through, tiny scratches raising goosebumps everywhere, indirect fire that made your pussy clamp harder on his invading tongue. 

"These wires on your tits, huh? Making your whole body buzz while I eat this perfect cunt. Push it out, grind on my face, gorgeous."

You thrashed, heels digging into his back. "Heeseung! Oh fuck, I'm gonna—"

"Not yet," he growled, pulling his mouth away just as you teetered on the edge, your pussy clenching desperately in the air, slick drooling down your ass. 

He used the spoon to smear more frosting along your inner thighs and ass, the cool sweetness contrasting his hot breath as he blew teasingly over your throbbing clit. "Gonna edge this needy slit until you're sobbing. Beg for my tongue back in your sloppy hole."

"Please! Damn it, just use me, Hee!" you cried, hips humping nothing.

Satisfied, he attacked again, fiercer. 

Tongue swirling your clit in furious circles, then flattening to lap your entire pussy in broad strokes, sucking your folds clean of any stray juice. 

He added fingers to spread you wider, his digits holding your lips apart for his tongue to plunder deeper, lapping your walls, humming vibrations that shattered you.

"Come for me now, my pretty girl," he demanded, voice muffled in your heat. "Flood my mouth with that hot liquid. Drown me in your come while I lap it all up."

The dam broke. 

Waves crashed through you, your cunt spasming violently, gushing slick in rhythmic pulses against his greedy tongue. 

He drank you down, swallowing every spurt, nose rubbing your oversensitive clit to drag out the ecstasy until tears pricked your eyes and your thighs quaked uncontrollably.

He eased off slowly, licking softly through the aftershocks, cleaning every drop. Rising finally, his chin glistened with your release mixed with thigh-smeared frosting and chocolate. 

"Best meal I've ever had." He pressed a tender kiss to your sticky inner thigh, nipping the skin lightly before licking away a chocolate streak.

⭐️ ⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

“How long are you going to stay mad for?” You just look away from your husband, ignoring his attempts to talk to you. “At least look at me, beautiful..” 

He had messed up at the dinner table today with his friends. While everyone complimented their wives, having their hands all over their partner and stealing little kisses, Heeseung did none of that for you. 

To say the least, you were mad.. Jealous even. Could he not have complimented you just once at the table? Maybe show you off a little and say how proud he is of you like the other husbands did? 

Could he not have at least kissed you lovingly or laughed with you at the table? 

He suddenly pulled over on the deserted road, turning the car off. You frown and turn to him only to see his eyes have now darkened and his jaw clenched. “Beautiful, will you only calm down after seeing me on my knees?” He unbuckled his seatbelt and helped you with yours, not touching you if you didn’t want to be touched. 

You like him like this, frustrated and irritated. The way his jaw clenches always had you dripping down your thighs, no matter the place. He pulled you out and helped you get into the backseat, pushing the passenger and the driving seat forward to make some space so he could kneel right between your thighs.

“I know you are mad about me not complimenting you like how the other guys did.. I’m sorry, baby..” He started, not daring to move his eyes any lower than yours even though your soaking heat was right in front of his face. You stare down at him with butterflies in your stomach, your heart racing. 

“What will it take for you to forgive me, beautiful?” His hands came up to your thigh, squeezing your soft flesh gently. Your breath bitched as you see the lust and control in his eyes. You needed him so badly but you were still mad. Your scent driving him crazy, he pressed his hands higher, reaching the hem of your dress. 

“Would you like me please you, darling? Make you come a river on my tongue?” He knew exactly what he was doing. He knew the exact effect he had on you, kneeling in front of you, worshipping you, he knew you loved it and he loved doing it. When he got no reply from you, he smirked, leaning to press gentle kisses on the curve of your legs, feeling you tense under him. 

Your eyes turn hazy with need, as you stare at him worshiping you like a goddess. “Hee..” He froze for a second, trying to believe that you actually spoke after not speaking for 3 hours. “Yes, beautiful? Tell me what you need..” His kisses left a trail of fire as he climbed up your inner thighs, his hands gently lifting your dress till they bunch around your stomach, leaving you completely soaked and right in front of his face. 

“Fuck, you are soaked baby.. Is this all for me?” He didn’t touch you, didn’t even look at your core but the scent of your arousal told him everything you needed to know. “I hate you.. Asshole.” He simply chuckled and shook his head, kissing right on the line of your laced panty but not where you needed it the most. 

“This asshole will make you go to heaven, beautiful.. Just say the words.” Goosebumps spread all over your body as you squirm under his kisses, trying to get him when you wanted him the most. “Hee, I swear—” A moan broke through your lips when he simply pressed his nose against your clothed clit, taking in your scent.

“Mine.. all of me and no one else.” 

You throw your head back, the anger melting away from your body. You needed him and you needed him now. Your hands shoot up to tangle in his hair, tugging him closer to your heat, silently begging him to just tear the fabric and eat you out. 

“Ah-ah, so impatient.. Tell me what you want, love.” Your cheeks heat up from embarrassment and arousal. He really wanted to hear it from you, huh? “I need your mouth, hee—please!” 

That’s all he needed to pull back and rip your lace fabric before he grabbed your thighs and dove in like a thirsty beast. No soft foreplay, just plain need. Your free hand flies to your mouth to muffle the intense screen that erupted your throat, gasping as he sucks and bites at your sensitive flesh. 

“Hee—omg! ah—ah—Fuck!” The obscure sounds of slurping and both of your moans combined just made you wetter. “So delicious, beautiful.” He suddenly darted his tongue out and shoved it inside you, eating you out from the inside.

You scream as your hips jerk on his face. Your eyes shut with your head thrown back against the leather seat. You didn't care about how loud you were being, your mind turned into a mush. 

His fingers held you down on the seat as you tried to squirm away, your thighs shivering harshly around his shoulder.

“Hee—‘m coming!” You warn him, your hips twitching at the sensitivity but his arms held you down, throwing your thighs around his shoulders so there was no space between you and him. 

“Come for me, baby.” He groaned, abusing your clit and your hole. “Let go, beautiful.” On his command, your entire body tensed, your thighs shivering harshly as your first orgasm washed over you. A loud moan which you muffled echoed the car, feeling Heeseung groan in your pussy, he drank your juices up and cleaned you up with his tongue. 

He softened down and helped you ride your high, sucking gently as you twitch violently, getting too oversensitive. “Hee! No-–fuck,” You push his head back, making him chuckle. 

“Not yet, love. I'm not done with you.” He just dove right back in without mercy, sucking and biting at your already sensitive clit which shot electricity up your body. You scream as you muffle your mouth with your own palm, your fingers tightening on his hair.

It was too much for your body to bear as your thighs squeezed his head, trying to close but he just moaned at the pleasure and pulled your thighs apart swiftly, sucking you dry from the inside. 

Just when you thought you were about to come again, he pulled back, staring at you with a smirk. Your eyes fly open and stare down at him in shock of being denied. “Hee—what—” 

“You don't get to come until I command you, baby.” 

He dove right back in before you could even process what he ordered. Your eyes flutter shut but his intense stare on you from below forced them open as you maintain eye contact while getting tongue fucked by your husband. 

He took his right hand off your waist and brought them down, focusing his tongue on your clit as he shoved two fingers inside you, forcing you open harshly. You yelp in pain and throw your head back, his fingers working overtime to loosen you. 

You felt him groan in your pussy as your gummy walls clench around his digits harshly, trying to suck more in even though it couldn't take it. 

“Bad girl.. look at you.” He smirked and continued to piston his fingers in your cunt while you were going crazy on the seat, a tight knot building in your stomach again. Heeseung immediately understood but this time didn't stop. Wanting to be merciful because at the end of the day, you had to forgive him.

“Fuck, i feel you clenching around me, baby. Fuc—keep doing it—” He gasped and forced a third finger in, earning a loud scream of his name from your sweet lips. “Come for me, honey.” 

Your body reacted before your mind did, squirting all over his face as you yelp and moan in your palm, your eyes rolling to the back of your mind at the intensity of your orgasm. He did take you to heaven. Heeseung lapped up everything like a thirsty dog and finally stood up after making you explode on his tongue. 

“No more—hee! stop—ugh!” You try to finally push his head back because you knew he wouldn't get back on his own, too drunk on your pussy. 

“Alright, alright, darling..” He chuckled from below, looking up at you before wiping his mouth with the back of his palm. You looked down to see him looking up at you with love in his eyes. Pure love and adoration. “Don't look at me like that.. I look like a mess.” You groan and cover your face, wiping your face gently to make sure your mascara doesn't smudge. 

“My mess.. You look very pretty, baby.” He gently took your legs off his shoulder and awkwardly got up in the car, carefully sitting in the seat so he wouldn't bump his head on the roof of the car. You weakly fix your dress, feeling your orgasm leak onto the leather seat. 

“You made a mess, sweetie.. I'll have to get this car deep cleaned.” You just smack his head weakly as he pulled you on his lap, caressing your waist while you place your head on his shoulder, closing your eyes.

“Has my beautiful wife forgiven me now?” 

“...” 

“Baby?” 

Heeseung looked down at you to see you already passed out on his shoulders. Smiling gently, he simply placed his head on yours and closed his eyes, letting you sleep for a while on his lap before he drives the both of you back home. 

Oh, how he loves you.

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“having issues?” heeseung asks, watching you aggressively type on your cell phone. 

“shit, you scared me.” you jump back. “yeah, my AC and shower stopped working. i have no where to cool off.” 

heeseung laughs. “so you chose to hug the soda machine?” a brief pause before continuing. “why didn’t you just come knock on my door, i would’ve let you in.” 

“well.. is that offer still on the table?” you question, wondering if it was a lie or not. 

“of course the offer is still there. come on in.” heeseung leads you into his unit. 

heeseung’s apartment unit was cool, the AC at full blast—it was in way better than the condition of your apartment.  you sat on his couch, making yourself comfortable as heeseung gave you a glass of cold water. 

“you mentioned your shower was broken, why don’t you use mine.” heeseung sits down, his body twists—pointing to the bathroom. 

you remove your lips from the glass, lipstick staining its rim. “oh no it’s okay, i’ll wait for maintenance to come fix it.” you set the glass onto the table. “plus i didn’t bring any clothes with me.” 

“that’s okay, you can just wear mine.” 

the couch dips as heeseung gets back up, jogging into his bedroom to retrieve a pair of shorts and a t-shirt he doesn’t wear anymore. “let me know if you need anything.” 

you thank him before standing up, and walking over to the bathroom. you leave the door open ajar, pealing off your sweat soaked clothes—and stepping into the cool water flowing out from the shower head. 

the heat does start getting to you, a feeling of overheating hitting your system. you hold onto the shower walls, hoping in some way, this feeling will go away. 

but it doesn’t, in fact, it only gets worse. 

“heeseung.” you call out. “can you come in here?”

you hear the door handle being fumbled, signaling his presence. “everything okay?” 

you lie. “yeah.. i just needed some company.” 

“company? why didn’t you say so?” heeseung sits on the covered toilet seat. “so tell me about your day.” 

you talk to him about the events of your day, attempting to recall as much as you could. your words became to slow down, becoming more and more incoherent. heeseung picks up on it, but he’s afraid to step in and ask. 

“i lied. can you come in here with me. i don’t feel well.” you grip onto the shower wall tighter. 

heeseung hesitates at first, but worries wash over him quickly as he heard less and less from you. he takes a deep breath, before pulling back the shower curtain slowly. 

heeseung finds you in the corner of the shower, hands pressed onto the shower wall. once he enters, you grab his forearm, you also grab his now soaked shirt.

heeseung grabs your hips, holding you under the cold water. your vision blurs, barely making out his figure. heeseung uses his free hand to splash your face with the cool liquid. 

after continuously splashing water against you, your vision becomes clear, you’re finally able to process what happened. 

“oh god..” you look at him terrified. “that was awful.”

“scared me for a sec.” heeseung tries to catch his breath. 

his arm reach out of the shower, grabbing the closest towel and wrapping it around your body. heeseung wasted no time carrying you to his bedroom, allowing you to sit. he grabs the glass of water resting on his bedside table, putting it to your lips. 

“drink.” he quietly demands, not taking no for an answer. 

you open your mouth and take a couple sips. heeseung sits beside you, still a bit shaken up from the previous event. 

“i can give you some space.. if you want.” he gently brushes your damp hair out of your face. 

“no. stay.”  you grab onto his forearm, again.

heeseung’s mind is everywhere, quite frankly in the gutters. he has his hot neighbor sitting on his bed, only a towel around her body. she was holding onto him with everything she’s got. 

you’re not doing any good either, half naked on your neighbors bed, a bit lightheaded from the heat—but wet from the thick tension between the two of you.

“okay, i’ll stay.” heeseung moves closer, his thigh now touching yours. 

he doesn’t care that his comforter is now wet. all heeseung cared about is making sure you’re okay, and maybe getting that towel off of you. 

“thank you for helping me in the shower.” you break the silence. “i probably would’ve fallen, or worse.”

“it’s no problem, i’m just glad i was there to help you.” 

heeseung didn’t move, neither did you. in fact, all you wanted to do was pull him closer, and thank him for being there during a vulnerable moment. 

you both looked at each other, hunger in both your eyes—in the way you both gripped onto each other. your hand was still on his forearm, this time only tighter. heeseung’s arm wrapped around your waist, holding you steady. 

you lean in close, placing a small kiss on heeseung’s closed lips. your lips don’t part, in fact you’re only testing the waters, making sure you both want this. 

that small kiss only made heeseung pull you closer. both his hands rest on your hips, pulling you into his lap. he kisses you, more passion, his hands roaming above the damp towel. 

you kiss him like you’re hungry, tongue swirling with his, memorizing every muscle, all the movements you can. your hands wrap around his neck loosely, molding yourself onto his body. 

heeseung’s frustration grows louder, tugging the towel off your body — tossing it onto the floor ever so carelessly. he doesn’t care where it lands, his skin just needs to touch yours. 

his lips trail from yours, along your jaw, down your neck, down the valley of your tits. heeseung’s fingers toy with your nipples, lightly tugging on the skin, watching your reactions. 

“heeseung..” you moan, breathing heavily. 

“where do you want me, baby?” he asks, hand still cupping your tit.

you reach for his hand, guiding him to where you need him the most—in between your legs. 

“fuck.” heeseung groans, rubbing your clit in circles. “you’re ready for me baby, aren’t you?”

you nod yes, encouraging him to rub you more. your back arches off the bed, hips rolling onto his hand.  your hand reaches for his shorts, tugging at the material. 

heeseung wastes no time, sliding his shorts down to his ankles. he gives himself a few strokes before sliding into you completely. 

“you’re so fucking tight.” heeseung murmurs against your skin, his lips latching onto your neck as he thrusts into your pussy. 

“harder..” you whine, just inches away from your upcoming orgasm. 

the pace picks up, heeseung begins rutting into you.  your back pushed into the mattress with every animalistic thrust, legs shaking as your orgasm washes over you.  

heeseung’s seed pours deep inside you, a string of cum trickling out from your used hole as he pulls out. he plops beside you, panting for air. 

“you know…you’re always welcome in my apartment.” heeseung chuckles, cleaning off your inner thigh. 

“i am?” you lay your head on his chest, looking up at heeseung. 

“most definitely, especially when you need to cool off.” heeseung caresses your back, pulling you close to him as you both sleep into a deep slumber.