#ray x reader

Ren / [ REDACTED ] ( 14 Days With You )

His angel~ever since both of you lost contact he's been trying to restart the lost connection you guys have and now he finally finds you. It seems you don't remember him but it's fine, because he can finally start fresh with you without risking anything.

After learning about your current home situation of living in a tent similar towards sol, he would offer his place for you to live in. why didn't you tell him about your current situation, he would've gladly let you live in his apartment– I mean it's gonna be your future home anyway, back to topic he just wish that you would take care of yourself more–you are not gonna be a burdened to him. In fact how dare you think you are gonna be a burden.

After you move in, he honestly dislikes how you would hand a portrait of your late mother because he blames her for your suffering not to mention you pay more attention to her more than him. After you move in, you volunteer to do all of the housework which is fine by him–if you're not tired he doesn't mind. To him, his fantasy is getting real–he also offers to support both of you since he's making a lot from his "job" of course you rejected but the offer is still up.

Ren would absolutely hate akito or any situation where you are harmed due to your kind hearted and yet stubborn nature, anyone he sees who's getting in the way or dare to hurt you–would immediately be in his bad list, he has no choice but to kill them immediately.

Ray ( Binary Star Hero )

You are so sweet, he wonders how you managed to keep your naivety for so long. He sometimes would envy and hate your kind hearted, because you are unaware of the things he has to do and was forced to do. He cannot recreate the same kind gesture you have only he is forced to act to have one for the public as a symbol for the public, he is never free and he's exhausted.

Ray would support both of you, his income as well as how the government is funding his life style–they will do anything to make sure their number one hero is happy. He is seeing it as protection towards you, making sure you are not harmed or going out by saying it's too dangerous to go out.

Before you, he would usually be accompanied by the darkness of his apartment–it's cold and unbearable, just like the facility he grew up in. But now he is usually greeted by a warm meal and the sound of you running around the house making sure it remains spotless even though he can hire a maid.

Ray would envy your mother–Because of all your actions and heart you will put your mother first and not him which angers him cause his not first and yet envying the motherly love you get to experience, you are the bane and yet the love of his life–a reminder what he was depraved of and what he's unable to be.

Pierrot ( The Freak Circus )

You are the kindest human he ever met, instead of looking at him like a freak–you look at him like a person as well as accepting him for not being human... Your heart has no bounds, oh he is absolutely in LOVEEE with you. You are so understanding and kind, are you sure you're a human.

Pierrot would try to convince you to live with him basically you just stay in his tent, and travel with him. But it's gonna need a whole lot of convincing towards jester to let you live with him, not to mention it's too dangerous to leave you alone because of the harlequin lingering gaze.

maybe he could leave the circus life and settle down with you, he wishes to wake up and protect you from the hands of your species. He is able to shape shift into a more human-like look, so he and you can adapt to the city but that option also gonna take a while to convince the others– He just wishes for you to not see the horrors of the circus.

Drained. If he were asked how he felt years ago, that would be his answer. It was draining to keep up appearances for the sake of being the shining bright hero. He felt tired and drained. At one point, he was having a dilemma with who he was. The dread of being in a constant battle against himself was slowly eating him. 

A star should shine, they say. But he felt like he was drowning. Amidst the popularity and persona he's portraying, something 𝘥𝘢𝘳𝘬 was stirring within him. It's not like the public knows what his power is. Who knows what would happen if it ever got leaked? Would they still stare at him in awe? Or are they going to all turn away and look for another star?

Those were his thoughts years ago when he slowly accepted his fate as a hero. But who could've thought? Not him. He thought he would always be that "hero" then. A shining star in the sky, being stared upon by millions of people and being idolized like he's a god. Shining but alone.

Then you came along. No, you were just passing by. Wrong term again. You were robbing a house years ago. He just happened to be there. He was confused. Seeing a thief playing with the housecat they're supposed to be stealing from was never a sight he expected.

And shit.

How dare his lips crack a smile. How dare his body stay frozen and only watch you from afar. 

Yes, he won't lie.

What he did after that is...stalkerish. Tracking you down, trying to find an opportunity to get closer to you. He could easily do that as a hero. Finding you and using his fame to track you is easier but no, that would be too intimidating for you.

A lot of things have happened since then. Fighting aliens was never what he expected to be doing in the future but here he is. And then there's another one, a big change he welcomed wholly, you.

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He took off his cape, then glanced at your figure on the bed. You probably fell asleep for a few hours now. He can't blame you, he was gone for a while. He had rescued some people from another alien attack, coming home at midnight just now.

"...Star?"

He calls out just to confirm. When he didn't hear any shift or answer, he walked into the bathroom. After a long day, a warm shower might do him good. Especially after fighting aliens for who knows how long since they attacked suddenly. 

He turns on the shower. The fog blurs the mirror cover as the warm water cascades down his body. It felt...nice. He's not that physically hurt much, but a nice long shower is his go-to after hero work. 

His mind rewinds to that encounter just a few weeks ago. He was testing you and for a moment, he had thought he failed you. If it wasn't for your explanation, he would've...well, made shining the brightest a reality. For you to look for Ray instead of his persona, you know what words to say. 

His mind was cut off when he heard a creak. He looks slightly over his shoulder, raising an eyebrow as he catches your familiar figure in the doorway. 

"Star, I'll finish soon."

He spoke softly, seeing you peeking inside. His eyes met yours and..there was a long moment of staring before you spoke. You just woke up, and your voice is a bit groggy still as you speak.

"Take your time."

You coughed, clearing your throat more clearly before asking.

"Did you just come home?'

He tilts his head back, thinking for a moment before answering. He's not sure whether to face you or if you can see all of him through the shower mirror.

"Yes, a few minutes ago. Sorry, it took longer than expected."

He replied, running a hand over his damp hair. He turns off the shower and you perk up.

"You're leaving?"

He stops in his tracks with your question.

"The shower? Yes."

He answered.

"You usually take long ones."

"Yes, but you're awake."

"You didn't wake me though."

"..."

He turns slightly, glancing at your foggy figure through the shower mirror.

"What do you suggest, star?"

He heard you hum and you stepped closer to the shower mirror door.

"You should take your usual showers. I think I could use one too."

He tilts his head to the left, a small smirk forming his lips but before he could say something suggestive, you spoke again.

"No innuendos."

𝙔𝙚𝙖𝙝, 𝙮𝙤𝙪'𝙧𝙚 𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙧𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙤 𝙠𝙣𝙤𝙬 𝙝𝙤𝙬 𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙙 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙠𝙨.

He bit his lip to stifle a chuckle before responding.

"Okay, no innuendos for today. Come on then."

He slides the door open and meets you face to face. He leans back against the cold tile.

"Don't tell me you're going in with your clothes on."

"I'm working on it. Patience, hero."

He chuckles as you roll your eyes while he watches you discard your clothes aside. He never thought he would feel so...domestic one day. Once again, you're making him feel things he thought he would never feel.

"I'll hop in now."

You spoke and he nodded. He held a hand to help you in, making sure you wouldn't slip as you stepped inside.

"Comfortable?"

"Hm."

You hum, sliding the door closed. He met your gaze and saw how it dropped to his body.

"...Eyes up here. No innuendos, you say."

He commented and you hit his arm. He laughed a bit while you found an excuse.

"It's an involuntary thing!"

"Right. You checked out people involuntarily, star?"

"I mean..."

He raised a brow when you pursed your lips as if thinking about it. Then you grin and look up at him.

"Only if it's you." 

You spoke so teasingly. He took a discreetly deep breath when you smiled so flirtatiously afterward.

"You like playing dangerous games, star."

"Hey, I said no innuendos."

You spoke and he shook his head, turning on the shower again. He sighs as the water flows down his body, closing his eyes for a moment before opening them again to glance at you.

The cap of the shampoo bottle clicks as you open it up. He watches as you squeeze some amount on your palm then looks up at him.

"Come on, duck down a bit."

He smiles in amusement but follows anyway. He turns the shower off again.

"Wait here."

He opens the sliding door and looks beneath the sink where he keeps a shower chair. He steps out for a moment, turning his back to you while he retrieves it.

"𝙉𝙞𝙘𝙚."

He heard your thoughts and he already knew where you were looking. Somehow, your thoughts get louder when you're thinking of risqué things. It amuses him.

"No innuendos, y/n."

He spoke while he was getting the shower chair, using your own words again. He heard you gasp for a moment.

"Don't read my mind."

"I was not, you're thinking too loud, star."

"That doesn't make sense."

"Sure it doesn't."

He walks back and places the shower chair down before closing the door. 

"Do you still have the shampoo on your palm?"

"Hm." 

You hummed and gestured for him to sit down quickly. He follows anyway by sitting down and tilting his head back. He sighs as you massage his hair.

"...Did you insist on joining me just to do this?"

"What? No."

He chuckles.

"You're a very good liar."

You rolled your eyes and continued lathering his hair with shampoo.

"Your hairstyle is very different when you're in your hero outfit."

He sighs.

"Yeah, my makeup artist does that."

"You have makeup artists? Plural?"

He chuckles. His eyes are closed as he answers.

"I do. Appearance and all that."

"Hm. I do like your hair better when it's down though.."

𝙊𝙣𝙘𝙚 𝙖𝙜𝙖𝙞𝙣, 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙝𝙞𝙢 𝙖𝙨 𝙍𝙖𝙮

He opens his eyes.

"Star."

"Hm?"

He pauses for a moment. His lips parted as he thought of how to say it.

"Remember when we met..not exactly the first time but.. when I asked you about your opinion of Binary Star Hero? Back when you didn't know yet it was..me too."

He watches you blink. Your hands slow down in massaging his hair as you think about it.

"Yeah, I do remember."

"You don't like his eyes and smile."

"I don't."

You confirmed. 

"Why is that again?"

You pursed your lips as you thought about your answer before trying to remember how you said it again. Your hands gently run through his shampooed hair.

"Like there was something strange or unsettling with his bright smile and red eyes..?"

He hums, nodding.

"Something like that."

He thinks for a moment before continuing.

"It's like you saw right through me, even on the television screen."

He watches as you chuckle and shake your head.

"I mean, I think I wasn't the only human thinking about it, you know?"

"Maybe."

He reaches for your hand, putting it against his cheek while looking up at you.

"How about mine?"

"Yours?"

"Yeah, mine's. You said you like my hair better when it's down. How about my eyes or my smile?"

He caught sight of how your lips quirked up.

"I like it better too."

"Really?"

"Yeah, your sleepy eyes."

"Sleepy eyes?"

He watches you chuckle as you continue.

"You always have these tired eyes and a smirk. Oh, and the moles too.”

“The moles?”

“Yeah, those moles. It fits you naturally.”

You spoke, remembering when he first stepped into that cafe.

"You were cold by the way, at first."

He chuckles.

"Ah, that."

"Yeah, 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩."

"Don't you like cold guys?"

"What? No."

"You found me good-looking though."

"I---Did you read my mind that time?"

You confronted and he hums, closing his eyes.

"Wash my hair, please. I'm going to turn blind and you won't see my tired eyes again."

He evades the question although you already knew the answer. You sighed and turned the small shower head on to use. The water felt nice as it rinsed the shampoo out of his hair. 

Warm.

Comfortable.

Contentment.

He opens his eyes again once you turn it off. He sat up straight.

"Your turn."

"My turn?"

"Yes, star. Your turn.”

He replied as he reached for the shampoo bottle again. He watches you sit down on the shower chair now.

"The chair is comfortable."

"I got it as a gift."

"A gift?"

You ask and he nods, washing your hair gently before lathering it with shampoo.

"I think it was a fan gift or something."

"A fan gave you...this?"

"...You'll be surprised by what kind of gifts they sent me."

"I don't know if I should be creeped out."

He stifled a chuckle.

"Fans are...fans."

You nod. He watches your eyes close as he gently washes your hair. His fingers prevent the water from pouring down your face. His eyes take note of each of your features, etching them into his mind.

"Done."

He spoke, turning the water off and helping you up. He smiles at you after putting away the shower chair.

"Come here. Soap next."

He watches as you raise an eyebrow.

"No innuendos?"

"You should be the one asking yourself that."

He replied as you pursed your lips slightly. 

"Your hands tend to wander, star."

He continued, seeing the slight flush of your face. 

"That makes me sound like a pervert."

"Are you not?"

"I am not!"

He laughs. His shoulders shake as he covers his mouth with the back of his hand.

"Fine, soap up my back then?"

"Your back?"

"Yeah, no wandering."

You grinned and he shook his head, pointing a finger at you.

"Bad star."

"I wasn't even saying anything."

"I could hear the gears turning in your head."

"I won't wander!"

You promised and he cocks an eyebrow.

"Promise?"

"...promise."

He bites his lip to stop laughing at the hesitation in your voice.

"Here."

He gave the soap to you, entrusting it to your hands before turning around. He could hear how giddy you were deep inside your mind as you soap up his back. Your hands lingered on his shoulder and traced the lines on his back down his waist then up again. At least, you haven't wandered yet.

"...Can I soap up the front too?"

He turns to you with an amused smile. 

"Since you didn't wander off, I could trust you just a little bit."

He watches you smile up to him with sparkles in your eyes. He shakes his head and reaches for your hand, placing it against his chest.

"Careful, okay?"

"I won't stray from the top. I promise."

"Good star."

He lets go of your hand and lets you begin. Watching you soap his chest and then up his shoulder, he sighs. He pushes stray hair behind your ear.

"You're soaping my chest too much."

He pointed out, which you just shrugged at before lowering your hands to his abdomen. He could practically hear your thoughts again. Your 𝙡𝙤𝙪𝙙 thoughts. 

He clears his throat.

"Remember your promise?"

"Hm? Oh, I do."

You replied, glancing up at him as if innocent from what you were thinking just now.

"...I think I'm full of soap now."

"You are?"

He covers a laugh, gently stealing the soap away from your hand while you sulk a bit.

"Yes, you’ve done enough.”

“I’m not soap up yet.”

Your response made him quirk an eyebrow, a bit caught off guard. He saw the satisfaction in your eyes while watching the slight tint of red on his cheeks.

“Is that an invitation?”

He questioned to which you responded with an innocent smile once again.

“I was just saying. Why? Are you offering?”

𝘿𝙞𝙧𝙩𝙮 𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙧.

You give him a smirk and he turns the shower on. The sudden spray of warm water surprises you as it hits your direction.

“Wha—Hey!”

You protested. He laughs before turning it off.

“There, I can soap you up now.”

“A little warning is much appreciated.”

“Well, your thoughts need some cleansing.”

“Don’t intrude my thoughts now!”

He laughs, guiding you softly to turn around. His hands massage your shoulder, attempting to calm you down and apologize. 

“Okay, okay, that was my bad.”

He spoke with a chuckle, pressing a quick kiss between the juncture of your shoulder and neck. 

“You’re a bad hero.”

You commented and he laughed more against your now wet skin from the shower. He placed one final kiss against the same spot before spreading the soap on his hands. He gently lathers up from your shoulder.

“Feels good?”

“Hm. I’m still deciding.”

He shakes his head in mirth at your hard-to-get attitude but continues to massage your muscles while lathering your back with soap.

“You feel tense here.”

“Where?”

“Here.”

He pressed further just below your lower back. He smirks up as he hears a satisfied moan leave your lips. 

“So?

“Y...Yeah, that felt good.”

He hums in satisfaction, wrapping his arms around your waist. He rests his chin on your shoulder as he hugs you from behind.

“We should get you a better bed. That might help these muscles.”

“We don’t need to. I’m just getting older.”

“You speak like you’re sixty.”

You roll your eyes. He felt you leaning back against his chest. He catches your eyes when you tilt your head up slightly to look at him.

“You don’t get back aches?”

“Normally? No. Only if I hit the wall hard during a fight.”

“A wall? Are you sure your spine is still in proper shape?”

“I am. I go to check-ups for a reason.”

You hum. He watches as you close your eyes as if savoring the peacefulness surrounding the both of you in the shower. The only sound is their breathing and the water droplets from the faucet.

His thumbs put firm pressure on the spots on either side of your lower back again. He savors your soft moan as he gently massages the area in circles, relieving the tension stored in it.

“..Ray?”

“Hm?”

There was silence for a moment although he already knew what you were trying to say. He can read how your mind goes that way and he had to stifle a chuckle until you finally voice it out.

“You’re poking me.”

“Your mind described it as throbbing.”

“Ray!”

“You were making sweet sounds.”

He replied and pulled away. He leans back against the cold tiled walls and crosses his arms. He watches as you turn around to glance at him. Such a curious cat to even take a peek down his body. Shameless. 

He chuckles and turns on the shower, spraying the both of you underneath.

“Come, let’s wash up before you break your promise.”

The shower routine felt more domestic than he expected. Although there were some teasing moments and how he tried ignoring your thoughts, he managed to finish up. He dries his hair with a towel while you're dressing yourself into your usual pajamas. He's on his sweaters now as well.

"It's so early.."

He heard your comment. He glances at the clock. It is early, only two hours past midnight.

"Sleepy again?"

He asks and you shake your head.

"I can't sleep now."

He hums. That's what you always say when asking to cuddle with him.

"Ray, cuddle with me."

𝙃𝙚 𝙠𝙣𝙚𝙬 𝙞𝙩.

He glances at your figure on the bed through the mirror. He's getting used to this more and more, and looking forward to you asking him like this every night.

"Move a bit to the side."

He walks closer and settles down beside you on the bed. His arm propped up while resting his cheek on his hand.

"Alright, scoot closer."

And you did. He sighs and cups your cheek with one hand, gently caressing it with his thumb.

"Are you gonna kiss me goodnight?"

You asked.

𝙉𝙖𝙪𝙜𝙝𝙩𝙮 𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙧.

He chuckles, his cheeks tinting a bit. You could be bold in one minute.

"You want me to?"

"I think it would make me sleep easier."

"You always say that."

"And I always fall asleep after."

He can't say anything against that. You do fall asleep quickly afterward. His kiss somehow feels like a magic kiss at this point. 

"Ray?"

He shifted, leaning closer. His thumb is still caressing your cheek before his hand slides down your chin. He tilts your head slightly.

"Goodnight kiss it is then."

He replied and pressed a kiss to your forehead, then down to your nose, and finally, captured your lips with his. You welcomed him, even pulling him close. His lips move sweetly and gently against yours, deepening the kiss. 

Imagine this poor man parks for five minutes because he just wants a coffee for once in his miserable little sleep deprived life and suddenly:

“BINARY STAR, THE CITY NEEDS YOU!”

And now he has to abandon his coffee dreams, fly across the city, punch some horrifying interdimensional creature into another zip code, save civilians, answer 37 reporters asking him how he “feels” and when he finally returns to his car two hours later...

He finds a ticket right on his windshield.

DAMN IT!

Okay, at least they didn't tow his car, so it is not the worst. Because I genuinely think that would have been his villain origin story.

But yeah, I personally see Ray as someone who would rather walk everywhere than own a car. Public transportation is even worse because having that many people around him at once is basically psychic warfare.

Imagine trying to sit peacefully on a crowded train while hearing:

“Did I leave the stove on?” “I should text my ex.” “Why is that guy eating tuna at 8 AM?” “Oh my God! I think I’m lactose intolerant!” “Would anyone notice if I barked right now?” “I need to pee so bad.”

Ray is sitting there trying not to launch himself directly through the train window.

Everybody's thoughts, it is so loud and obnoxious that he feels like he could kill himself right then and there 😭✋🏻

Anyway, I imagine that if he dated you, he would probably end up getting a car specifically because you seem like the type who enjoys late night drives together. Especially if you are the kind of person who randomly decides at 1:47 AM that you absolutely need mozzarella sticks or you will perish instantly.

And surprisingly, he actually grows to enjoy it.

Because before you, his nights were miserable.

Due to the fact that he cannot sleep much and barely gets any rest, he is used to staying up all night just to watch the city, gazing into the distance, burning holes in his lungs from the sheer amount of cigarettes he smokes at night. 

To him, nighttime is boring, lonely and cold.

There is nothing interesting about the city night, at least to him, and he always finds that the night is longer than the day. He wonders how some people can enjoy this late night thing when all he can hear in the empty, quiet night is his own consuming thoughts crawling all over his head.

But ever since he has been with you, that has changed quite a bit. He finds the night is somewhat more... bearable.

Because now the silence is constantly interrupted by your nonsense.

Maybe it is because it is no longer just an empty, quiet night. He can always hear your little giggles by his side, or the rambles you have about your work, the coworker you don't like, the dogs or cats you saw on the street today, what kind of food you had for lunch, or how annoying your boss is.

And even when you are just silently sitting by his side, he can still hear your thoughts loud and clear, running like this:

"Is that a star or a plane? Wait no, maybe my eyesight is just deteriorating. Do I need glasses? Oh my God, am I getting old?!"

"Ugh, I still have work tomorrow despite it being my day off. Should I make something for Ray? He likes to cuddle and sleep in on the weekend though. Better not wake him up with whatever catastrophe I might cause in the kitchen. Ughhhhhhh I don't want to go to work. Please, Monday, come slowly so I can spend more time with my baby!!!"

"Why is he so quiet tonight? Nah, Ray has always been quiet, but he is oddly quieter tonight, right? Can he read my mind now? I told him not to unless I say it is okay, so maybe no? Did he enjoy the last meal I made for him? He is always nice and praises me, but I feel like I trouble him a lot sometimes."

"What do I have to do on Monday? Right, the meeting for the new project, submit the report to Ashley, oh, and that plan I have with Jim in the afternoon…”

"Who is Jim?" he would ask instinctively, then immediately regret it, perhaps placing his hand over his lips slightly.

And you would just laugh at him and lean closer, teasing him silly.

"I knew you were listening, Ray."

And that earns his face becoming redder than any crimson shade you have ever seen before.

Oh, he is not the only one who knows how to tease around here.

You mentioned you like stargazing, but it is difficult to do that in a city this crowded, so he would take some days off to bring you somewhere with a bunch of stars to gaze at. A small camping place, perhaps?

Could he just fly you there in ten minutes? Yes.

But apparently “the journey is part of the experience” according to you.

Though it would be faster if he just flew you there, you said you enjoy the process of the trip, claiming it is more interesting, thrilling, and adventurous. And he would go along with whatever idea you have in your head, Star.

So now he is driving six hours into the middle of nowhere because you saw one cute TikTok couple camping video and decided this was your personality now.

But I would say in case Ray didn't own a car, you would be the one with the car, though he would always be the one to drive it. He would drive you to work, and then you both would head off to your respective jobs. In the evening, he would come pick you up and drive you home with him.

Anything else? Oh, right!

Passenger princess. Oh, little Star. I would say that none of y'all behaves well, so having you as his passenger princess is quite a challenge.

He has lost count of how many times you give him those puppy like eyes whenever he drives. When he asks what is wrong, because you don't like him reading your mind out of nowhere, you shamelessly say.

"Oh, you just look too handsome driving, RayRay.”

And he almost hits the brakes. He is still not used to taking compliments from you, Star. Be easy on him, he doesn't want to have a heart attack while trying to drive you home safely. Do you know how much your words affect him?

Anyway, that is just the surface of all your teasing, only the beginning of your nonsense.

Because he knows and you know, that sometimes he cannot control what he is doing and might unintentionally peek into your mind a bit.

At first it is very harmless.

“He looks pretty tonight.”

You would still look at him from the side of your seat, but rather than just thinking he is handsome, you would be bolder, as if you want to test his patience more each day. He really needs to discipline you a bit, doesn't he?

“I wonder what would happen if I grabbed his thigh right now...”

And when he hears all types of inappropriate thoughts you have about him, about what you could do with him in this car, you can see how his hands tighten around the wheel. He shifts his body a bit and might clear his throat before muttering one or two warnings about your naughty thoughts, about you needing to “behave.”

Well, whether you behave or not depends entirely on whether you like him to pull over at some random, secluded place and absolutely fuck your brains out in the backseat.

Though I would say Ray actually has insane self control, as he is still patient enough to wait until you two arrive home. 

But do you really, really want to go home?  Do you want Ray to give in?  Do you want him to completely wreck you right here in the car?

It is actually quite simple, quite easy. So follow the instructions closely!

𝐎𝐝𝐝𝐥𝐲 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐟𝐢𝐜 𝐍𝐒𝐅𝐖 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐨𝐟 𝐑𝐚𝐲'𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐝𝐞𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐰.

First, slide out of your seat and go down on him while he is actively driving. He is always flustered when you do that, breathlessly claiming it is dangerous while he is behind the wheel but secretly he loves, LOVES it. 

Why do you think this man decided to tint every single window of your car to a pitch black? It is for privacy purposes, obviously? 😈

Though if you swirl your tongue, lick him, and suck on his thick shaft hard enough, his knee might twitch and he might hit the brakes so suddenly that you almost choke on his length. There might be a little desperate coughing there because Ray can get very cocky, dominant, and possessive when he is horny. All that pent up frustration and all the times he has to hold himself back around you, why do you always find a way to test his waters?

Lowkey, I feel like he doesn't like you going down on him that much, mostly because his primal instinct prefers to pleasure you, and he prefers that you both melt into the process together rather than it being one sided. Though I would say if you love his dick that much, he would grow used to the indulgence and let you do whatever you want with your lips. He is your big, hard lollipop now.

Imagine a day you come home from a horrible, exhausting day at work. He has already cooked your favorite dishes, even prepared a steaming bath and laid out your favorite snacks, and all you do is order him to drop his pants so you can sink your mouth onto him for some stress relief. Now, that is unusual of you but he doesn't really have any complaints about being used.

He would only refuse when he is genuinely not in the mood or really tired. Because tbh you might have deeply corrupted him in some way. Now he craves seeing the helpless devotion on your face when you wrap your pretty, soft lips tightly around his cock. It turns him on even more when you have lipstick on and it smudges in messy strokes over his hot skin, or seeing the glistening slickness of his precum at the corner of your lip, and how heavy tears slowly form at the corners of your eyes when you are stretching your throat to take him so well.

He is also a massive fan of that deep, wet gagging sound you occasionally make because every time you go down on him, all he can hear running through your mind is just how big he is, how thick he is, how you like the heavy veins pulsing on his shaft, or how you love to swirl your tongue to kiss his leaking tip. You are so utterly shameless when it comes to praising him and he knows you do all that on purpose. Such a tease you are.

But despite that massive size, he rarely does anything genuinely rough to you. He would fist his fingers into your hair, but more to pull your head back to see your face clearer. It is such a beautiful, ruined sight to him, after all. 

He would not ruthlessly thrust his hips, though, afraid his density might hurt you. And you prefer it that way when he lets you take complete control, knowing exactly how well he can fucking take you and split you wide open if he wants, but his nature turns you on and makes you want to reward his patience even more.

Oh, and one more thing: 

It is actually really hard to make him cum with your mouth alone because he is ridiculously big, and your jaw gets hurt, tired and achy after a short while. Ray always notices that muscle tension and gently stops you. 

But if you have the blowjob skills of a fucking porn star, then you do you 😈

Suck him dry!!!

And what a beautiful tease you are. Every time you manage to break his control and make him cum, you kiss him immediately, capturing his mouth as if your lips cannot be left empty for even a second.

Ray knows you do that on purpose because every time you kiss him, he can taste his own thick cream on you, the heavy scent mixing intoxicatingly with your own sweet taste. And that turns him on even more because, wow, HIS taste on YOU. 

Cough it is because of his breeding kink cough

So best believe that after going down on him, you two always end up in an endless, desperate make out session. At least, it won't end until you notice how wet you have become just from the friction of his tongue and his hungry kisses alone. Nasty!

Anyway, back to the car thing.

He never lets you go down on him for too long because, well, Ray is impatiently patient. Can you guess it?

Like, yeah, he likes you sucking him as if he is a delicious meal, but his body also starves to do the exact same thing for you. 

But the driver's seat doesn't exactly provide that level of comfort, so you know what? He likes it when you ride his face. Yeah, adjust the seat to lean back a bit, with you hovering completely open above him.

That is such a perfectly beautiful, lewd sight for him to view from below. He can feel his own cock pulsing and throbbing hard against his zipper, matching the rhythmic throb of your slick, swollen folds right above his mouth. He hasn't even touched you yet, and somehow you are always this soaking wet for him. It strokes his ego just as much as when you worship his cock. He wants to worship you too.

But there is this one issue, if you ever consider it to be one. When Ray goes down on you, he never comes back up. 

Haha, I'm kidding! kind of

Of course he would come back up, but not until he is satisfied enough with teasing you, eating you out until you hit multiple, back-to-back orgasms and squirt all over his face. He absolutely loves when your hot juices run down his chin while he tries to slurp up every single drop.

Tbh, watching him eat you out so deviously, you understand why Gluttony is one of the seven deadly sins ✋🏻😭 

Calm down, sir!

You become so hyper-sensitive you can barely feel anything, but at the same time, you feel every single ridge of his tongue all at once. By that time, even a single soft, warm breath from his lips against your clit could make you cum right away.

You know why Ray keeps his hair long? For his hero image?

WRONG!

It is for you to fucking grab onto when he enjoys his time burying his face deep between your thighs, duh?! So you better tug on that. Hell, you can even aggressively pull his hair, and the pain just makes his tongue become more eager, licking harder on you. Yeah, yeah, be a bit rough with him. He loves it!!!

He likes it when you ride his face better than anything because he knows how much you love it when his nose bumps against your tender, throbbing clit. And he takes full advantage of that positioning, wrapping his large hands around your thighs, keeping you locked firmly in place as he eats you out so fucking hungrily.

He is kissing you down there like he is making out with you, tender and soft at first. His tongue laps slowly over your slit, caresses your swollen folds gently and circles your clit because he knows you are sensitive and moving too fast might hurt you. He takes his sweet time to wet your folds until they are completely covered in his thick saliva before moving to the next part, dipping his tongue out and sliding it between your already soft, weeping folds. He finds his way to your entrance. 

Like his dick, his tongue is also ridiculously long and slightly pointy, which never fails to amaze you how well he knows exactly how to use it.

You leak and drip cream all over his tongue when he kisses and sucks on you so softly. It gets a bit sloppy and a bit dirty but Ray likes it that way. He loves making a complete mess out of you and drawing out all the lewd, sweet, melodic moans from your throat. Keep encouraging him like that. He is so fucking stiff just imagining how good you must feel from his tongue dancing inside you. 

Sometimes you wonder: is it your juices or is it his drool coating the corner of his lips?

You think you are so clever with all your teasing, don't you? 

Then prepare, because he always pays you back with interest at times like this. He constantly and relentlessly overstimulates you. Every single time you are nearly about to cum and break, he stops or moves his tongue elsewhere. 

You needily beg him like a fucking pathetic slut, but he won't give in just yet. Because he doesn't only want you to cum. He wants you to see stars, Star. So hold that in, because he won't stop until you are squirting all over the place, dirtying this fucking damn car and painting the interior with your fluids, making you feel entirely embarrassed to go to the car wash the next day.

Only then does he finally stop, hovering just out of reach, forcing you to endure the agonizing space between your bodies.

Do you want him? Yeah? 

Or do you want his cock? Both? 

He obviously knows that, but he wants to hear it pierce through the quiet of the car. 

You have to learn how to plead properly if you want him to give you what you are begging for.

"Tell me what you want, Star."

But Ray is a big softie underneath it all, so if you beg him enough, grinding your dripping heat against his stiff cock now leaking with precum, coating his thick shaft in your slick juices, he begins to crack. You kiss him desperately while doing it, making those sweet, soft moans, calling his name between your panting breaths and finally asking for what you want in the naughtiest way you can think of.

He would immediately give in to you. Fuck, you really want to ruin him, don't you?

He would squeeze your butt slightly, his long fingers digging deep into the meat of your thighs before giving you some sharp, stinging slaps, watching with darkened eyes how your skin jiggles and tenses under his touch. He finally gives you what you want because, just like you, Ray cannot wait any longer to sink his cock deep into your warm walls. He craves that tight, suffocating sensation when you clench around him, sucking his length in so greedily he feels like you could snap him right in half.

You both hiss when just the thick, blunt tip comes in, breathing heavily as he slowly, frictionally forces his way inside you, until about half of his massive length is nudging right into your soaked, trembling hole. 

He gently kisses your temper, his breath hitching as he asks if you are okay. He is always like that, he would not move an inch further if he knew you were genuinely uncomfortable. He gives you time to adjust as he distracts you from the overwhelming sensation, helping you relax and become less tense by playing with your boobs. Squeezing them and fondling your soft skin between the rough, burning palms of his hands.

"Look at you, stretching so beautifully for me," he murmurs against your neck, his voice vibrate slightly. "Just breathe, Star."

Ray has large hands, so every time he holds you, you can always feel the burning heat in every trace he leaves on your skin, even if it is just a lazy graze against your ribs. He twists your nipples softly, kissing and licking them, teasing you with his tongue a bit until they are completely hardened, swollen and coated in his saliva until he is finally satisfied enough.

Leaving wet kisses along your collarbone is also his favorite activity. 

It is funny because you were the one who started it. You leave not only deep scratch marks on his back but also purple hickeys everywhere around his neck area and his collarbone, as if you are obsessed with marking him as yours. And it rubbed off on him quite a bit when he started to mirror your actions. 

His skin is pale so it is easy for you to mark him, after all. 

But Ray, oh, he is not just kissing you, he is sucking and nibbling, and if he finds it is not enough, he bites you. Not hard enough to break the skin, but enough to leave a bruising mark that will remind you of him for days.

By the time he is done marking you, you have already adjusted to his size, comfortable and relaxed enough for him to continue. And he sinks deeply and completely into you, burying his shaft to the absolute hilt, whispering needy comments about how deep he is inside you, pressing on your belly so softly that it makes you gasp and almost yell at him.

He laughs, a low, wicked sound against your lips, and immediately kisses you to shut you up while slowly thrusting his hips, feeling you warmly wrapped tightly around his cock. Every corner of his body is heated up. And the way your arms wrap around his broad shoulders, burying your face at his side, breathing and moaning directly against his ear… 

You can nibble his earlobe or dip your tongue into his ear. It makes him shiver and would likely make him cum a bit too fast. You can feel him throbbing and twitching inside you every time you kiss his ear, every time you whisper how good it feels and how well he fucks you. He loses it completely and quickens his pace until he can barely hear your mind, but only the loud, wet, rhythmic slapping sound of skin against skin and both of your frantic panting and moaning.

He was never really that vocal during sex before. He was never really that interested in it until he met you, as if you can dig out all the hidden, feral parts in him, parts that even he didn't know existed, and ravish him in any way you want to.

He whimpers slightly if you start to take control, like moving your hips to match his rhythm, placing your hands on his toned abs, and beginning to buckle your hips, moving the exact way you love. You angle just right so the tip of his cock hits right at the sensitive, aching spot you love the most. You sing for him so beautifully that all he can do is look at you as if he is completely hypnotized, with his hands locked tightly on your hips to steady your wild movements.

When he feels you are close, he pulls you closer, cradling you securely in his arms as he thrusts his hips deeply into you, making you cry out a pathetic sound, begging him to slow down a bit.

"Too fast, Star?" he whispers against your lips.

Your vision turns entirely white the very next moment as he still sinks deeply into you, ignoring your protests.

He loves how tight you clench on him, how desperate you are when you cum over his cock, coating him in your lewd, wet fluids. It just helps lubricate the messy connection between you more. 

But he is not done yet, he immediately picks up his pace again after one or two seconds because you are the most sensitive at the moment. He won't stop even when you cry and beg, because he knows you are begging because it feels too good and your body is becoming completely overwhelmed. 

He cradles your head by his side as he turns your face to kiss him, sharing a sloppy, tender kiss while he drills into you like a madman below, using his weight to pin you down.

He can be so sweet but so fucking mean at the same time.

And he won't stop until you cum two more times, dragging every last sob and moan out of your throat. Only then is he satisfied enough to finally let himself come undone.

"Where do you want it, Star?" he pants, his chest pressing against yours, his cock twitching violently inside your soaked walls. "Tell me where you want me to cum."

He always lets you choose because you matter to him so much, he always places your desires above anything else.

Personally, he would love nothing more than to creampie you. Yeah, he loves to feel how greedily you suck on him, so he has no choice but to cum thick ropes deep into you, almost filling you up as you might scream out loud because every corner he paints with his heat feels like it is burning up from the inside.

And if you don't want him to finish inside? 

He likes to cum right onto your belly. He loves painting your skin in his color. It is such an ethereal sight for him to enjoy. He would rub his cock everywhere on your stomach, smearing his hot seed over your flesh as you needily kiss him. He softly pats your hair, whispering sweet praise as if he hasn't just wrecked you into an oblivious, trembling mess.

And then he cleans you up with some wet tissues he always keeps in the car compartment, gently wiping away the evidence. He dresses you back up neatly, and fixes your disheveled hair before going to grab some snacks, making sure you look perfectly presentable so that no one notices what you two just did.

Then you go home, take a long shower together, and he tucks you into bed right by his side, pulling you tight against his chest.

Good night, Star.

Thank you for coming to my Ray Talk!

The bass thumps through your chest like a second heartbeat, neon strobe lights slicing across the crowded dance floor.

Luna sits wedged between you and Yazzie on the velvet booth, eyes puffy, mascara smudged into tiny bruises. She keeps swirling the same vodka soda she hasn’t tasted in twenty minutes.

“ Stupid…” Gyeom-min announces for the third time, leaning across the table with that sharp, drunk grin.

“ You’re actually stupid for believing that guy would pick you over some discount stripper with fake tits.”

You reach over and smack his shoulder hard enough that his drink sloshes. “ Read the room, asshole. That’s not how you comfort someone.”

He huffs, tips his head back, and downs the rest of his whiskey in one burning gulp. “ Fine. Cry harder, Luna. That’ll show him.”

Yazzie kicks Gyeom-min under the table, then turns to Luna with softer eyes. “ Listen to me. That bastard isn’t worth the salt in your tears. You’re a ten, he’s a greasy two on his best day. Forget him.”

Luna manages a watery laugh that turns into a hiccup. Ta-ro. The sweet and ridiculous Ta-ro suddenly straightens like he’s about to drop the wisdom of the century.

“ Love is like Wi-Fi…” He declares, pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose.

“ You think you’re connected, but the second you move two feet it’s gone. Also, block him on everything. And maybe get a revenge body. Or a revenge boyfriend. Preferably rich.”

Four heads snap toward him in perfect unison.

“ Ta-ro, what the hell.” You and Yazzie speak at the same time.

He shrugs, cheeks pink. “ I read it on Reddit.”

You’re still shaking your head when the music cuts out mid-beat. Not a fade, a hard, abrupt silence that makes the whole club freeze.

Glasses stop clinking. Conversations die. Even the dancers on the floor stumble.

Then you see why.

The front doors swing open and six men walk in like they own gravity itself. Black suits and expensive watches glinting under the strobes.

The kind of quiet menace that doesn’t need to be loud because everyone else shuts up for them. At the front are two who make your stomach drop straight through the floor.

The first has a streak of pure white slicing through his black hair, sharp as a blade. Black silk polo unbuttoned just enough to show collarbones carved from marble, sleeves rolled to reveal forearms corded with lean muscle. He walks like he’s never heard the word no in his life.

Next to him, taller by a few inches, is a man whose neck tattoo crawls up to his jaw like living ink like dragons and roses in violent color.

His shirt is loud tropical silk, half-unbuttoned, white slacks hugging long legs. Slicked-back hair, sunglasses indoors like an absolute asshole, and a smirk that says he already knows every dirty thought in the room.

Your eyes lock with White-Streak before you can stop yourself.

He stops walking.

The entire club might as well be empty. There’s only the thrum of your pulse and the way his gaze drags over you in slow, deliberate and amused fashion. Then he winks. One lazy drop of an eyelid that feels like a hand sliding up your thigh under the table.

Heat floods your cheeks. He leans toward Tattoo-neck, murmurs something. The taller man turns, scanning until his shaded eyes would have landed right on you.

You whip your head around so fast your neck cracks, suddenly very interested in the condensation ring on the table.

Your heart is sprinting. You grab Luna’s drink and take a gulp you definitely didn’t ask permission for.

Ta-ro whistles low. “ Okay, but they’re literally walking book characters. Like if someone asked an AI to generate ‘dangerous mafia boyfriends’ and hit ultra-realistic.”

Yazzie reaches over and yanks a fistful of his hair. “ Quit drooling, you absolute whore. Men like that don’t even see people like us. Their taste is caviar and private islands, not your broken ass.”

Ta-ro winces, rubbing his scalp. “ You’re ruining the fantasy, Yaz.”

Gyeom-min snorts. “ Ten bucks says White-Streak over there has bodies in his trunk.”

Luna finally speaks, voice small. “ Can we go back to talking about my tragic love life? At least my ex never looked like he could have me disappear for coughing too loud.”

You risk another glance. They’re at the VIP stairs now. White-Streak pauses on the bottom step, turns his head, and looks straight at you again like he can feel your eyes through the back of your skull.

His tongue touches the corner of his mouth, a flash of a smile that promises every sin you’ve never confessed. Your thighs press together under the table without permission.

Tattoo-neck says something that makes White-Streak laugh, low and rough, before they disappear upstairs.

The music crashes back on like someone flipped a switch.

Ta-ro fans himself with a coaster. “ I would let both of them ruin me. Simultaneously. No questions asked.”

Yazzie smacks him again. “ Down, boy.”

Luna downs her drink in one go, slams the glass on the table, and declares with sudden fire. “ You know what? New plan. I’m getting over that asshole tonight. Someone buy me shots.”

You’re still staring at the now-empty staircase, skin prickling like he’s still watching. Something tells you the night just got a lot more dangerous than heartbreak.

…

The neon lights in this club are a personal attack. Pink, violet, electric blue; they smear and halo until everything looks like it’s underwater. Your astigmatism is screaming.

You’ve been holding your pee for forty-five minutes because Luna kept crying into your shoulder and you’re too nice or too slow to abandon her mid-sob.

But your bladder has officially filed a complaint with management, so you mumble excuses and weave through the crowd toward the bathrooms.

You find an empty cubicle, lock it, and immediately squat like a feral frog because no, you are not letting your bare skin touch a seat that has seen half of Seoul’s regrets.

Relief hits so hard you actually groan out loud, head tipping back against the wall.

Sweet mercy.

Flush, wash hands (twice) and check the mirror. You swipe under your eyes, fix the smudged liner, fluff your hair. Good enough to survive another round of heartbreak therapy.

You step back into the hallway, where the lights are even worse in strobing fuchsia and acid green, turning the world into a glitchy fever dream.

You’re squinting, trying to remember which direction is the bar, when a low “sstt” cuts through the bass.

You freeze. Turn. Squint harder.

There, leaning against the wall like he’s posing for a photoshoot no one asked for is White-Streak.

Your stomach drops straight between your knees.

He pushes off the wall and walks toward you with that lazy, predatory confidence. Every step forces you backward until your spine meets cold concrete. Cornered.

The neon flickers over the sharp line of his jaw, the white in his hair glowing radioactive. He stops way too close. Expensive cologne and something darker that mixes with cigarette smoke and the bite of whiskey.

It shouldn’t smell that good. It does.

“ Hi, angel.” He murmurs, voice low enough that the bass almost swallows it.

“ I thought I saw heaven earlier. Turns out it was just you.”

You bark an awkward laugh that sounds like a dying seal. “ Thanks for the compliment, but I’m strictly off the menu for guys I meet in clubs. Especially guys who look like they own the club. And half the police force.”

He chuckles, breath warm against your ear. “ I’m not what you think.”

“ Great. Then we’re done here.”

You try to duck under his arm. He shifts just enough to cage you again, palms flat to the wall on either side of your head.

“ Let me rephrase.” He says, amused.

“ Name your price.”

Your brain short-circuits. “ Excuse me?”

“ Spend the night. Any amount you want.”

The offense hits like a slap. You glare up at him, eyes narrowed to slits despite the neon blur. “ I’m not a fucking whore.”

He lifts both hands in mock surrender, smirking. “ Misunderstanding. I just really want you on your knees for me. And I pay well for beautiful things.”

Heat rushes everywhere in anger, something darker. You shove at his chest with everything you have. He actually stumbles half a step, surprised, then laughs like you just told the best joke he’s heard all year.

You’re ready to knee him in the balls when his fingers close around your wrist gently, but you’re not going anywhere. He slips something smooth into the front pocket of your jeans, lingering just long enough that you feel the heat of his knuckles through the denim.

“ If you change your mind…” He whispers, lips brushing the shell of your ear.

“ Call me. I’ll wait. Ray and I both will.”

Ray. The tattooed one. Of course they come as a package deal. Of course.

He releases you, steps back, and walks away then hands in his pockets, whistling, like he didn’t just set your entire nervous system on fire and then piss gasoline all over it.

You sag against the wall, pulse hammering so hard you can taste it. Your fingers find the card in your pocket: thick black stock, silver lettering, just a phone number and two initials—H x R.

You hate him. You hate the way your thighs are still clenched. You hate that you didn’t throw the card away the second he turned the corner.

Mostly you hate that when you finally push off the wall and head back to your friends, your legs are shaking for reasons that have nothing to do with fear.

Luna’s going to need those shots. You’re going to need something stronger.

…

The conference room smells like burnt coffee and panic. Thirty chairs, twenty-nine people currently losing their minds in hushed, furious Korean. Someone’s already crying into a tissue. Someone else is googling “hostile takeover laws” under the table.

You’re standing at the back, arms crossed so tight your blazer might fuse to your skin, glaring at the old CEO like you can set him on fire with sheer spite.

“ It's illegal…” You repeat for the fourth time, voice slicing through the whine-fest.

“ There was no vote, no shareholder meeting, no nothing. You can’t just sell the company like it’s a second-hand couch on Carrot Market.”

Mr. Choi (ex-CEO as of five minutes from now) has the decency to look sheepish.

“ They made an offer I couldn’t refuse. Literally the highest bid anyone’s ever seen for a mid-tier publisher. I have three kids in international school and a mortgage that could buy a small island. I’m sorry. Truly.”

The room explodes again. Someone throws a pen. It bounces off the whiteboard with a tragic little clack.

Mr. Choi stands, smooths his tie like he’s heading to his own funeral, and delivers the final blow.

“ Your new CEO and president will be in shortly. Please show them the same respect you showed me.”

He flees. The door clicks shut behind him like a guillotine.

Silence lasts exactly 2.3 seconds before the muttering restarts, louder, angrier. You’re rehearsing the resignation speech you’ll deliver in approximately thirty minutes (dramatic, eloquent, maybe with jazz hands) when the door opens again.

Everything slows.

Mr. White-Streak walks in first. Gone is the silk polo and mafia swagger. Today he’s in a charcoal three-piece suit so perfectly tailored it should be illegal.

The white streak in his hair is slicked back, diamond cufflinks flashing as he adjusts his tie. He looks like the devil went to business school and graduated summa cum laude.

Behind him, the Hawaiian-shirt guy has traded tropical chaos for a simple black dress shirt, sleeves rolled high enough to show the full neck tattoo curling around his skin.

The neck ink peeks above his collar like it’s daring HR to say something. Sunglasses still on, indoors, because of course.

Every single employee drops into a ninety-degree bow like someone pressed a button labeled “panic respect.”

Except you.

You’re frozen, mouth half-open, resignation speech evaporating like cheap perfume.

White-Streak scans the room, and the second his eyes land on you, the smile that curls his mouth is pure sin wrapped in boardroom politeness.

Ray’s head tilts. Even through the shades you feel the smirk like a physical touch. He leans toward Jin, murmurs something that makes Jin’s smile sharpen.

The secretary scurries in behind them, sweating bullets. “ Everyone, please welcome our new CEO, Mr. Jin Hyun-pil, and President Ray—”

He hesitates, clearly realizing Ray never gave a family name. Ray just waves a lazy hand like surnames are for peasants.

“ Who has acquired one hundred percent of shares effective this morning.”

A collective choking sound ripples through the room.

You finally find your voice. A croak comes out. “ You have got to be kidding me.”

Jin’s gaze snaps back to you, delighted. “ Something to say, Director?”

Director. He knows your title. Of course he does.

Ray finally removes the sunglasses, hooks them in his shirt pocket, and looks straight at you like he’s already picturing you spread across the conference table.

The tension is so thick you could slice it and sell it as lube.

Someone two seats down actually whimpers.

You swallow, suddenly aware of every inch of your pencil skirt. The way your blouse clings from the summer humidity outside.

Jin’s eyes track the movement of your throat like he’s starving. Ray leans his hip against the table, casual as hell.

“ We’re all friends here.” He drawls, voice low and rough.

“ No need for formalities. Yet.”

Yet.

Your knees threaten to quit their job.

Jin straightens, buttons his suit jacket, and smiles at the room like a cat who just got promoted to lion.

“ The meeting starts now.” He says pleasantly.

“ Everyone take a seat. Except you.” His gaze locks on you again, warm and terrifying.

“ You can stay standing. I like the view.”

Twenty-nine heads swivel toward you like you’re the main character in a horror movie who just read the Latin out loud.

You are, officially, the unluckiest person on planet Earth. And the way both of them are looking at you says your new bosses remember exactly what happened in that neon hallway.

You’re so screwed.

Possibly literally.

…

The clock on the wall hits 5:00 p.m. with the enthusiasm of a starting pistol. Chairs scrape, laptops slam shut, and thirty grown adults teleport toward the elevators like the building just announced free tteokbokki in the lobby. You stay seated, seething, fingers drumming on your desk hard enough to leave bruises.

Mr. Kim from accounting scurries past. “ You coming?”

“ Nope.” You say through clenched teeth.

“ I have a quick meeting with the new overlords.”

He pales, mutters something that might be a prayer, and vanishes. You march down the executive hallway like you’re walking to the guillotine, except you’re the one holding the blade.

Their office door looms at the end, frosted glass, no nameplates yet, just pure arrogance in architectural form. Laughter spills out from inside in low, masculine and filthy.

You don’t knock. You shove the door open so hard it bounces off the wall.

Hyun-pil and Ray freeze mid-laugh, both sprawled like they own the concept of furniture. Hyun-pil has his feet on the desk, tie loosened, top buttons undone.

Ray’s jacket is nowhere to be seen; the black shirt is rolled higher, showing off the dragon curling around his bicep like it’s personally offended by sleeves.

Two pairs of predator eyes snap to you.

Ray recovers first, grin spreading slowly and sharply. “ Well, damn. Dinner just walked itself in. Hyun-pil, we are so lucky today.”

You level him with a glare that could castrate steel. “ I’m not here to be your post-work protein shake, you walking felony.”

Ray gasps, hand to his chest like a scandalized auntie. “ The disrespect. I’m wounded.”

Hyun-pil’s smirk is quieter but twice as dangerous. He drops his feet to the floor, leans forward. “ Then why are you here, angel?”

The nickname makes your molars grind. “ I want to know why Mr. Choi rolled over like a golden retriever the second you two flashed a chequebook. What the hell did you threaten him with?”

They share a look of silence, amused and infuriating.

Ray shrugs. “ One thing.”

Hyun-pil finishes, voice velvet and venom. “ You.”

The word hangs in the air like smoke.

You blink. “ Come again?”

Hyun-pil stands, rounds the desk with that lazy grace that should come with a warning label.

“ You’re stubborn. We’re worse. So we bought the building you work in. Problem solved.”

Your brain bluescreens for half a second before rage reboots it. “ You bought an entire publishing house because I wouldn’t let you buy me in a club hallway? Tomorrow morning I’m filing resignation papers so fast HR will get papercuts.”

Ray laughs, loud and delighted. “ HR? Cute. Sweetheart, the day someone in this building accepts your resignation is the day I put a silencer to their temple and leave a stack of cash on the corpse. Your choice.”

Hyun-pil shoots him a look. “ Ray. Stop threatening to murder the staff. She’s already scared.”

“ I’m not scared.” You snap.

“ I’m homicidal.”

Hyun-pil ignores that, steps closer until the scent of his cologne in the same damn one from the club that wraps around you like a chokehold.

“ We want you. Not just for one night. We want to know you. The clean way.” His fingers brush an invisible speck off your blazer, knuckles grazing the hollow of your throat.

“ Dinner. Conversation. Dates that don’t involve transactional sex in a bathroom hallway. This is us being gentlemen.”

You bark a laugh so sarcastic it echoes. “ Gentlemen? You committed corporate hostage-taking because I hurt your feelings. I should be grateful?”

Hyun-pil’s eyes darken, something feral flickering behind the polite mask. “ You should be wet.”

Ray chokes on air.

You feel heat flood your cheeks anyway, a traitorous body ignoring every feminist principle you own. You step back, hit the edge of the desk, trapped again.

“ Newsflash…my mind doesn’t come with a bidding war. I’m not interested. I will never be interested. Buy a country next, see if that works better.”

Ray pushes off the couch, prowls closer until you’re sandwiched between them. Hyun-pil in front, Ray a solid wall of heat at your back.

Ray’s voice is a rumble against your ear. “ We’re very patient, princess. And now we see you every day. Nine to five. Overtime if you’re naughty.”

Hyun-pil’s thumb traces your lower lip, slow, reverent and awful.

“ Walk out that door.” He murmurs.

“ We won’t stop you. But you’ll still be thinking about us when you touch yourself tonight.”

Your breath catches hard enough to hurt.

You shove past Hyun-pil, shoulder checking Ray on the way. He doesn’t budge, just chuckles. At the door you spin, chest heaving.

“ Enjoy your new company, assholes. Hope the revenue covers the therapy you clearly need.”

You slam the door so hard the frosted glass rattles. In the hallway you lean against the wall, pulse hammering between your thighs, fists clenched.

You hate them.

You hate that your panties didn’t get the memo.

Tomorrow you’re wearing the ugliest, most shapeless outfit in your closet.

And you’re still not resigning.

Yet.

…

The door slams so hard the framed company values on the wall wobble. Silence lasts exactly half a second. Ray lets out a long, tortured groan and folds in half like someone punched him in the soul.

He collapses onto the carpet, one hand dramatically over his eyes, and the other clutching his crotch.

“ Fuck me sideways.” He wheezes.

“ I’m dying. I’m actually dying. Hyun-pil, you beautiful bastard, you picked the perfect one this time.”

Hyun-pil drops back into his chair, legs spread wide, smirk so smug it could file taxes. “ Told you she’d be fun.”

“ Fun?” Ray rolls onto his back, staring at the ceiling like it personally owes him an orgasm.

“ The way she looked at us…like she wanted to set us on fire and then roast marshmallows on the flames? My dick’s trying to file a complaint with management. It’s poking my zipper so hard I’m scared it’ll sue for emotional damages.”

Hyun-pil snorts. “ You’re disgusting. And impatient.”

Ray props himself on his elbows, glaring. “ Oh, I’m impatient? Remind me, who went home that night from the club, locked the bathroom door, and jerked off so hard he fogged up the mirror thinking about her mouth saying ‘I’m not a whore’ in that exact pissed-off tone?”

Hyun-pil’s smirk falters for half a heartbeat. He shoots Ray a look sharp enough to cut glass.

Ray cackles. “ Yeah, that’s what I thought.”

Hyun-pil rolls his eyes, spins his chair to face the window. Seoul glitters below like a spilled jewelry box.

“ She’s different.” He mutters.

“ The girls we’ve shared before…they see us and spread their legs before we finish a sentence. She looked ready to bite our throats out.”

“ Exactly.” Ray says, sitting up fully now, eyes gleaming.

“ That's why the challenge was accepted. God, I love a challenge.”

A beat of silence. Ray tilts his head. “ So…once we win…what then? We tag-team her over this desk, high-five, and never speak again?”

Hyun-pil exhales through his nose. “ I don’t know.”

Ray snorts so hard it echoes. “ You don’t know. Classic.”

He flops back down, arms spread like a snow angel on the carpet. “ Relax, I’m not catching feelings. One and done. I live on guns, coke, and pussy, not commitment and brunch dates. Can you imagine me sending her roses and little notes that say ‘thinking of you’?”

He fake-gags. “ I’d rather swallow the gun.”

Hyun-pil’s voice is flat. “ No one’s forcing you to play boyfriend, Ray.”

“ Good. Because after we’re done, we ghost. Fuck and forget. Like always.” Ray claps once, loud and sarcastic.

“ There’s the Hyun-pil I know! Ice-cold, no strings, my hero. I’m about to cry, you sentimental bastard.”

Hyun-pil reaches into his desk drawer, pulls out the sleek black pistol, and lazily points it at Ray’s head.

Ray throws both hands up. “ Whoa, whoa, kidding! Dammit, touchy.”

Hyun-pil lowers the gun but doesn’t put it away.

“ Getting attached is poison.” He says quietly.

“ You know the rules. We don’t do poison.”

Ray grins, all teeth. “ Exactly. Feelings are for civilians. We’re allergic.”

They both nod, solemn like they just signed a blood oath.

Total bullshit, of course.

Two commitment-phobic idiots in denial so deep they need scuba gear. They’re already fucked. Just not in the way they’re planning.

Give it a month or maybe two. They’ll be fighting over who gets to buy her favorite coffee order and pretending it’s “strategy.”

Ray rolls to his feet, adjusts himself with zero shame. “ Come on. Let’s go drink until we forget how much we want to ruin her for every other man on earth.”

Hyun-pil holsters the gun, grabs his jacket. “ Lead the way.”

They leave the office side by side, two apex predators pretending they’re not already bleeding from a wound they refuse to name.

They’re going to eat every single one of those words.

With extra sauce.

…

Sunday morning. Your one sacred day to rot in bed until noon, drool on your pillow, and pretend the world doesn’t exist.

The doorbell disagrees.

It’s not ringing. It’s having a full-blown demonic possession. “Ding-dong-ding-dong-ding-dong-ding-dong” like someone’s trying to summon Satan through the wiring.

You roll out of bed with a warrior yell, hair looking like a tornado victim, wearing an oversized shirt that says “I’m not for everyone” which is ironic. You stomp to the door ready to commit homicide.

You yank it open.

And freeze.

Your doorstep has been turned into a luxury landfill.

There are roses the size of your head. Lilies that probably cost more than your rent.

Three teddy bears the size of toddlers wearing tiny silk bows.

Boxes from your favorite bakery.

A limited-edition handbag you once drunkenly added to your cart and cried over the price.

All of it was arranged like a cult offering.

Each item has a little card.

“Good morning, beautiful.”

“Thinking of you, angel.”

“Eat well. You’ll need the energy later. ;)”

You look left. Right. Across the street. “ Did someone die and leave me their sugar daddy inheritance?”

The ajhumma next door watering her roses glances over.

“ Two very handsome men were here earlier. One was dramatic, and kept posing with the flowers. Neck tattoo, very downgrade. The other one just stood there looking expensive and annoyed.”

You groan so loud birds evacuate the neighborhood.

Of course. The lunatics have located your address.

You spend ten minutes hauling everything inside like a pack mule having the worst day of its life. By the time the door shuts, your living room looks like a department store exploded.

You want to be angry. You are angry. But the smell coming from the bakery boxes is a war crime against your willpower.

Five minutes later you’re cross-legged on the floor, face buried in a croissant the size of your head, chocolate smeared on your cheek like war paint.

Meanwhile, three blocks away in a blacked-out van that screams “we definitely traffic something illegal”…

Ray is wheezing, tears streaming down his face, phone in one hand, binoculars in the other. “ Look at her! She’s inhaling it like she hasn’t eaten since the Joseon dynasty.”

Hyun-pil sits beside him, arms crossed, jaw clenched so tight it could crack walnuts. He’s glaring at the monitor showing the teddy bear’s hidden camera feed (yes, the biggest bear has a 4K camera in its left eye because apparently boundaries are suggestions).

Ray nudges him with an elbow. “ Told you. Women love food. You can hate a guy and still eat his croissants. Science.”

Hyun-pil’s voice could freeze lava. “ I cannot believe I let you put a camera in that bear.”

“ It’s not creepy, it’s romantic surveillance.” Ray defends.

“ Also if she changes clothes I’m not looking away. Fair warning.”

Hyun-pil pinches the bridge of his nose. “ I said no gifts.”

“ And I said I don’t do flowers and teddy bears, yet here we are, because someone...” Ray sing-songs.

“ Was whining last night that she looked stressed and needed breakfast.”

“ I said I’d have it delivered quietly. Not turn her doorstep into a K-drama proposal scene.”

Ray grins. “ You’re welcome.”

Hyun-pil’s hand drifts to the pistol on his thigh. “ I should shoot you.”

“ Promises, promises.” Ray wiggles his eyebrows.

“ Speaking of shooting—”

“ Do not.”

“ You still mad I brought up the time you came on my—”

Hyun-pil cocks the gun with a very loud click.

Ray raises both hands, laughing. “ Chill! Joking. Mostly.”

On the monitor, you lick chocolate off your thumb, moan a little (purely because the pastry deserves it), and both men in the van go still.

Ray’s voice drops to a whisper. “ Fuck. Did she just—”

“ Shut up.” Hyun-pil snaps, but his eyes are glued to the screen.

You pick up one of the cards, read it, roll your eyes so hard it’s audible, then instead of throwing it away, tuck it into the pocket of your sleep shirt.

Ray gasps like he’s been shot. “ She kept it. She kept my note.”

Hyun-pil’s fingers tighten on the steering wheel. “ We said no attachment.”

“ Yeah.” Ray breathes, still staring.

“ We did say that.”

They sit in silence, two professional criminals, actual psychopaths, watching you devour their bribes like it’s the best thing that’s happened to you all week.

Ray swallows. “ We’re so fucked.”

Hyun-pil doesn’t answer. He’s too busy memorizing the way your hair falls over one shoulder when you lean forward for another bite.

No attachment.

Sure.

They’re already doomed, and the croissants haven’t even gone cold yet.

…

On Monday morning at 8:47 a.m. You haven’t even had coffee, and you’re already committing felony-level door violence.

BAM.

The CEO office door flies open so hard it embeds the handle in the drywall. Hyun-pil looks up from his desk, one eyebrow raised. Ray, sprawled on the leather couch with his feet on the armrest, actually claps like you’re the opening act he paid for.

You march in, steam practically shooting out your ears. “ How the fuck do you know where I live?”

Ray grins, slow and filthy. “ Connections, baby. But my favorite kind of connection is when I’m on top of y—”

Hyun-pil’s oxford shoe connects with Ray’s ankle under the desk. Hard.

Ray shrieks like a Victorian maiden. “ Ow! Rude!”

Hyun-pil stands, all six-feet-too-much of him, and suddenly the room feels like a cage. He towers over you, calm, expensive, terrifying.

“ We wanted to demonstrate persistence. And sincerity.”

You laugh so sarcastically it could power a small city. “ Sincerity. Right. Translation…you want to fuck me so bad you’re willing to spend your blood-stained money-laundry cash to prove it.”

Hyun-pil doesn’t even blink. “ We’d like to spend every won if it meant having you between us. Worth it.”

You step closer, close enough to smell the sin on him. “ What if I told you I have a boyfriend right now? Would you finally leave me alone?”

He smiles like he’s unwrapping a present. “ You do have boyfriends. They’re 2D, laminated, and live in your phone. Zayn Malik doesn’t count.”

Your eye twitches. “ I’m not interested.”

“ We’re not stopping until you are.” He says simply.

Ray pipes up from the floor, where he’s now dramatically rubbing his ankle.

“ Excuse me, I also wasted perfectly good money on pastries and a handbag that cost more than a kidney. I want lap time, not just Hyun-pil’s boring face-to-face monopoly.”

He spreads his legs wide on the couch, pats his thigh, and, dammit, there’s an obscene bulge straining against his slacks like it’s trying to wave hello.

You glare so hard your retinas hurt. Then you look back at Hyun-pil. “ Fine. Hypothetically. If I let you…get what you want, you stop stalking me, stop the gifts, stop the psycho shit, and let me live in peace afterward?”

Hyun-pil and Ray exchange a look so fast it’s feral. Both nod like overexcited dobermans.

You exhale through your nose. “ I have conditions.”

Ray literally falls off the couch in excitement, scrambles up, and crowds you from the other side. Now you’re sandwiched between two very tall, very turned-on criminals who smell like money and bad decisions.

“ Name it.” Ray breathes.

“ I’ll be your good boy. I’ll even bark.”

Hyun-pil smacks the back of Ray’s head. “ What are the conditions?”

You lift your chin. “ One: stop the psychotic courtship. Two: everything goes on paper. Contract. When it’s over, we’re done. No contact, no ‘accidental’ run-ins, no more teddy-cam bears. You stay my bosses on paper only.”

Ray snorts. “ Easiest yes of my life.”

Then he grins like the devil just offered him a loyalty card. “ But we have conditions too.”

Hyun-pil glares at him. Ray ignores it and produces that out of thin air in a freshly printed, three-page document titled “CONTRACTUAL OWNERSHIP OF ATTENTION AND ORIFICES.”

You stare. “ You had this pre-made.”

Ray shrugs, shameless. “ Specialty.”

Hyun-pil looks like he’s reconsidering murder.

Ray taps the paper with one tattooed finger.

“ While this contract is active, your attention is ours. Eyes, lips, legs, all of it. If we find out you’re entertaining anyone else like a coworker, barista, that one fic writer you thirst-follow…we put bullets in skulls. Efficient skulls.”

“ That’s insane!” You hiss.

“ Fair’s fair.” Ray sing-songs.

“ You wanted rules, we wanted exclusivity. Transaction. Everyone wins.”

Hyun-pil finally speaks, voice low. “ Sign it or don’t. But if you sign, you’re ours until the contract ends. No half-measures.”

Ray wiggles the pen between his fingers like it’s foreplay. “ Come on, angel. One signature and we stop the flowers. We’ll even throw in orgasms. Plural. Guaranteed.”

You look between them in Hyun-pil’s quiet intensity then Ray’s unhinged chaos and realize you’re standing at the edge of a cliff made of very expensive, very bad ideas.

You snatch the pen.

Their eyes go dark at the exact same second.

Ray actually moans.

Hyun-pil’s smile is slow, lethal, and victorious.

You’re about to sign your soul and possibly your pelvis away to two lunatics who brought a pre-printed sex contract to work on a Monday.

Welcome to the worst-best decision of your life.

…

On Saturday at 2:17 p.m. You’re on your couch in sweatpants, eating ice cream straight from the tub, having an existential crisis with a spoon in your mouth when your phone buzzes.

Unknown number:

Wear the dress we sent. Be ready by 3.

We’ll come fetch our favorite purchase.♥️

You flip the phone over and scream into a pillow. Did you really sign a sex contract with two actual psychopaths?

Yes. Yes you did. Past-you are an idiot.

The dress in question is hanging on your closet door like a threat: black silk, backless, slit up to the danger zone, basically dental floss with ambition.

You put it on because the contract literally says “wear what we provide or we pick you up naked.” You’re not testing that clause.

At 2:58 p.m., a car horn starts blaring outside like someone’s leaning on it with their whole soul.

BEEP-BEEP-BEEEP-BEEEP-BEEEEEEEEP.

You sprint to the window. Black van, tinted windows, parked like it owns the street. The neighborhood ajhummas are already forming a gossip militia on their balconies.

You fly out the door in heels you can barely walk in, hissing. “ Shut the hell up, people are napping!”

The sliding door whooshes open before you even knock. Ray is sprawled in the back seat like a throne made of bad decisions.

The second he sees you, his jaw actually drops. Then a slow, obscene grin spreads.

“ Fuck me dead.” He groans, biting his knuckle.

“ I’m so hard it hurts. Like…medically.”

Hyun-pil leans forward from the other side, eyes dark and unreadable. Then he just…stares. Up, down, up again, like he’s memorizing crime scene evidence. His tongue touches his lower lip.

“ Ray…” He says, voice rough.

“ Get the fuck out and let her in before I make you.”

Ray scrambles out so fast he almost eats pavement. He offers you a hand like a gentleman, then ruins it by sliding his palm down your bare spine the second you’re within reach, fingers stopping just above where the dress ends and your ass begins.

You slap his hand away with a glare sharp enough to cut diamonds.

“ Boundaries, remember?”

“ The contract says I can touch.” He whispers, guiding you inside.

“ Paragraph 6, subsection C: ‘unrestricted access to all real estate.’ That includes this back.”

You slide into the middle seat, because of course it’s the middle, and immediately two large, warm bodies box you in. Doors shut. Van rolls forward. You’re trapped between silk suits and expensive cologne.

Hyun-pil’s thigh presses against yours, deliberately. Ray’s hand is already on your knee, thumb stroking the slit of the dress.

“ Breathe, angel.” Hyun-pil murmurs against your ear, lips brushing the shell.

“ You look like you’re about to bolt.”

“ I am about to bolt.” You hiss.

“ You’re both insane.”

Ray leans in from the other side, breath hot on your neck. “ Relax. Tonight’s about you. We promised the best orgasms of your life, remember? Plural. With receipts.”

You squeeze your thighs together, purely for structural integrity, and definitely not because the way they’re looking at you is making your pulse riot south.

Ray notices. Of course he does. His grin turns feral. “ Already wet for us? That’s adorable.”

“ I will bite you.” You threaten. Hyun-pil’s hand settles on your other thigh, higher, and proprietary.

“ Bite me instead.” He says, calm, deadly.

“ I bruise prettier.”

The van hits a pothole. You bounce. Both their hands tighten like they’re claiming territory.

Ray actually whimpers. “ If we don’t get there soon I’m gonna cum in my pants like a teenager and blame both of you.”

Hyun-pil’s fingers trace the edge of the dress slit, teasing skin.

“ Five minutes…” He tells the driver (who’s pretending to be deaf).

Then, to you. “ When we get there, you walk between us. You don’t look at anyone else. You’re ours tonight.”

You swallow hard.

“ And tomorrow the contract clock starts ticking.”

Ray nips your earlobe. “ Tomorrow, yesterday, and right now…doesn’t matter. Tonight you’re gonna forget every name that isn’t ours.”

The van rolls to a stop.

Doors open.

Two hands reach for you like you’re the prize they’ve been hunting for years. You take a shaky breath, step out into the night air, and let two psychopaths lead you into whatever beautiful, filthy chaos comes next.

God help you, but you’re already dripping.

…

The elevator opens straight into Hyun-pil’s penthouse like the building itself is too scared to make him walk through a lobby. Floor-to-ceiling windows, Seoul glittering below like someone spilled diamonds on black velvet.

The air smells like money and subtle menace.

Ray hops out first, offering his hand with a dramatic bow. “ My lady.”

You roll your eyes but take it. The second your palm slides into his, he lets out a pained, horny groan like you just tased his dick.

“ Stop being obscene.” You hiss.

“ Impossible when you’re wearing that dress.” He mutters, guiding you inside like he’s scared you’ll vanish.

Hyun-pil follows, hands in pockets, looking calm and regal until you catch the way his gaze keeps sliding to your legs.

The three of you sink into a massive sectional couch that probably costs more than your soul. You sit in the middle and immediately cross your arms like armor.

“ So…” You start, voice sharp.

“ You’re not jumping me the second the door closes? Color me shocked.”

Ray flops sideways, head on the armrest, staring up at you like a lovesick puppy with a rape charge. “ Patience, princess. Are you late for something? Got a train to catch? A husband we should murder?”

Hyun-pil pours three glasses of water in fancy mineral stuff with a label you can’t pronounce and hands you one. “ Dinner first. Ray hasn’t eaten all day.”

You blink. “ Why?”

Ray grins, proud and disgusting. “ Preparation. Last time I ate a full rack of ribs before a date, I railed this Russian model so hard I puked wagyu all over her fake tits. Romantic disaster.”

You grimace so hard your face hurts. “ You’re revolting.”

“ Thank you, I'll try.” He winks.

“ I can be way more revolting later. Got a whole menu.”

You shove his shoulder. He flops dramatically, clutching his chest like you stabbed him.

Hyun-pil sighs. “ Dinner first. Then we take our time destroying you. We have all night.”

Ray sits up, suddenly serious. “ I’ve been doing cardio everyday, babe. I’m talking burpees till I cry. I’m ready for twelve rounds, championship-level fucking. I’m basically Canelo in bed.”

Hyun-pil pinches the bridge of his nose. “ Ignore him. He has the impulse control of a toddler on cocaine.”

The dining area is ridiculous: a long glass table, actual restaurant lighting, a private chef in white bowing like you’re royalty, and a waiter who looks terrified of eye contact.

Ray pulls out your chair with a flourish. You sit.

They take the opposite side like it’s an interrogation, except they’re the ones who look hungry.

Plates appear: perfect scallops, truffle something, wine that probably has a waiting list.

Hyun-pil starts politely. “ Tell us about you.”

You raise an eyebrow. “ You stalked my address, my favorite bakery, and apparently my bra size. What’s left?”

Ray claps like a kid at a magic show. “ See, that’s surface-level intel. We want deep lore. Childhood trauma, favorite Disney prince, blood type, go.”

You sip the wine just to be dramatic. “ How many girls have you fed that line? ‘We want to know the real you’ before you rail them and leave cash on the nightstand?”

Ray laughs so hard he almost snorts foie gras. “ Zero! We don’t do the ‘getting to know you’ foreplay. Usually it’s hi, bend over, thanks for the holes, here’s rent money.”

Hyun-pil’s voice is quieter, dangerous. “ We don’t bring women here. Ever. You’re the first.”

You pause, fork halfway to your mouth. The sincerity in his tone is more alarming than the stalking.

Ray leans forward, elbows on the table like a heathen. “ Exactly. You’re the glitch in our system. We wanna scan the food before we devour it, you know? Make sure it’s perfect.”

You set the fork down. “ So I’m…what, ethically sourced pussy now?”

Ray chokes on his wine. Hyun-pil actually smirks, the bastard.

“ Something like that.” Hyun-pil says, eyes never leaving yours.

“ Eat. You’ll need the calories.”

Ray raises his glass. “ To first dates that end with screaming our names instead of asking for cab money.”

You clink your glass against theirs because fine, the food is insane, and also because the way they’re looking at you like you’re the meal and the dessert and the sin they’ve been starving for has your thighs clenched under the table.

Round one hasn’t even started and you’re already losing.

Deliciously.

…

Ray insists on the “grand tour” before anything else happens, because apparently you need to know which hallway leads to freedom in case you try to flee mid-orgasm.

He struts ahead like a deranged real-estate agent, arms wide. “ Welcome to Chez Psychopath, population: two idiots and one very regretful angel.”

Hyun-pil trails behind you, hands in pockets, occasionally muttering corrections like a tired husband.

Ray gestures at a sculpture that looks like a melted Rolex. “ This is genuine whatever-the-fuck, cost more than a house in Gangnam.”

Hyun-pil, deadpan. “ It’s a limited-edition Chihuly knockoff Ray bought drunk on a yacht in Monaco. Don’t encourage him.”

Every wall has framed photos of them: Ray shirtless on a speedboat, Hyun-pil leaning against a Bugatti, both of them covered in blood on some rooftop that is artistically censored with a black bar, and very tasteful.

You stop dead in front of a particularly dramatic shot: them back-to-back, guns out, city burning behind them like a Michael Bay wet dream.

You turn slowly. “ So, are you…mafia? Cartel? Bond villains? To be honest, I don’t want your enemies kicking in my door at 3 a.m. because you two couldn’t keep it in your pants.”

Ray waves a dismissive hand. “ Nah. Enemies don’t chase pussy. They chase money, territory, and pride. Pussy is disposable to them. You’re just Tuesday to those guys.”

Hyun-pil’s voice drops, cold enough to frost the windows. “ But if anyone looks at you wrong, you call us. We turn them into ash before they finish the thought. That’s a promise.”

Ray nods solemnly. “ Exactly. Our angel stays shiny and unbothered. Or we start collecting heads.”

You’re about to ask follow-up questions like “how many heads currently?” when Ray flings open double doors with a flourish.

“ AND HERE WE HAVE…the master bedroom!”

Your life flashes before your eyes.

Taking up an entire wall is a five-meter-tall oil painting of Ray. Completely naked. Dick out. Oiled. Posing like a discount Greek god. One hand on hip, the other doing some kind of “come hither” gesture that is aggressively unnecessary.

You slap both hands over your eyes so hard you see stars. “ BLESS MY RETINAS.”

Hyun-pil groans like he’s aged ten years. “ I told you to take that down before she got here, you fucking animal.”

Ray pouts. “ It’s tasteful! It’s an appetizer! Set the mood!”

There’s a loud mechanical whirr. You peek through your fingers. The painting is gone and retracted into the ceiling like it’s offended it even existed.

In its place in a smooth black wall and a hidden panel.

The room itself is a certified Red Room of Pain starter pack. Deep crimson walls, mood lighting, a display case that looks like a sex museum exploded. Cuffs, crops, plugs in ascending order of war crime, a swing dangling from the ceiling like it’s waiting for its victim.

You take one step back and hit Hyun-pil’s chest. He steadies you with hands on your hips, thumbs stroking like that’s helping.

Ray raises both hands. “ Relax, angel. Nothing happens without your say-so. That’s all decorative. Mostly.”

Hyun-pil mutters. “ It’s Ray’s hoard. He collects them like Pokémon cards.”

Ray grins, proud. “ Gotta catch ’em all. Some are for guests, some are for me on lonely Tuesday nights. Variety is the spice of—”

You and Hyun-pil in perfect, disgusted unison. “ Stop talking.”

Ray laughs so hard he has to lean on the bedpost. “ You should see your face. Priceless.”

You point at the display. “ If any of that goes near me without a safeword and a signed affidavit, I’m using it to castrate both of you.”

Ray’s eyes light up like you just promised him Christmas. “ Ooh, she’s feisty. I volunteer as tribute for the castration practice round.”

Hyun-pil’s grip on your hips tightens, voice low against your ear. “ Ignore him. We’ll start slow. Vanilla. Missionary even. We’ll work up to the hardware.”

Ray winks. “ Speak for yourself. I was born unhinged.”

You exhale shakily, goosebumps racing everywhere their hands have been. The room smells like leather, expensive cologne, and the promise of very poor decisions.

Ray claps once. “ Tour over! Any questions before we get to the part where you forget your own name?”

You raise a hand like you’re in school. “ Yes. Do you have a fire extinguisher? Because I’m about to spontaneously combust from secondhand embarrassment.”

Hyun-pil actually chuckles in dark, filthy, and right at the base of your spine.

Ray licks his lips. “ We have something better than a fire extinguisher, baby. Two of them. And they’re both about to ruin you for every other man forever.”

You’re doomed.

Deliciously, spectacularly doomed.

…

The penthouse living room is dim, city lights bleeding through the windows like liquid neon. Hyun-pil and Ray are already sprawled on the couch, legs spread wide, looking like two kings waiting for tribute.

Both of them light cigarettes at the same time, the twin clicks of their lighters sounding suspiciously like gunshots.

Ray exhales smoke toward the ceiling, grinning like a devil who just won the lottery. “ Alright, angel. Showtime. Strip.”

Hyun-pil doesn’t say anything, just watches you with that calm, terrifying focus, cigarette dangling from his lips.

You swallow hard. Fingers on the hem of the dress. One slow pull and the silk slides down your torso, pooling at your waist.

No bra. Your breasts spill free and the room temperature jumps ten degrees.

Ray actually whimpers. “ Hyun-pil, get my dick out right now and jerk it like you did to me in Jeju, I’m begging.”

Hyun-pil smacks him upside the head without looking. “ Shut the fuck up.”

You burst out laughing since you couldn’t help it. The tension cracks like thin ice. You spin around, back to them, trying to muffle the giggles in your shoulder.

Ray’s voice is pure suffering. “ Baby, my cock is literally crying. Enough foreplay. My best friend here wants to meet your holes. He’s shy but very enthusiastic.”

“ Ray, I will murder you.” Hyun-pil warns, perfectly calm.

You face them again, let the dress drop the rest of the way. It whispers to the floor. You’re in nothing but a tiny black thong now. The silence is so thick you can hear all three heartbeats.

Ray barks. “ ARFF! ARFF! ARFFFF!"

Hyun-pil’s hand shoots out and clamps over Ray’s mouth.

“ Quiet.” He growls.

“ Let me look.”

You walk forward, hips swaying because fuck it, the contract is signed. Their hands find you at the same time: Ray’s on your waist then Hyun-pil’s sliding over the curve of your ass like he’s claiming property.

You straddle Ray first. His lap is warm, thighs hard under yours. You roll your hips once, slow and filthy, grinding over the obvious ridge in his slacks.

Ray’s head falls back, eyes rolling. “ Fuuuck. Where’d you learn that, church?”

“ Smut books.” You answer, breathless, doing it again.

He groans like he’s dying. “ Those authors deserve a Nobel Prize.”

You grind harder. His fingers dig bruises into your hips. Hyun-pil watches, cigarette burning forgotten between his fingers, pupils blown wide.

When Ray starts trying to thrust up like a desperate teenager, you climb off then ignoring his wounded noise and move to Hyun-pil.

His lap is different. He's more controlled and dangerous. You settle over him and roll slowly. The friction makes him exhale smoke through his nose like a dragon. His groan is low, almost a growl.

Ray ruins everything, of course. “ Careful, babe, Hyun-pil’s dick is so hard it could cut diamonds. Don’t slice your—”

Hyun-pil’s head snaps toward him. “ I will throw you out the window.”

Ray raises both hands. “ Fine, fine. I’ll just sit here and jerk off quietly like a good boy—”

You start laughing again, forehead dropping to Hyun-pil’s shoulder. He solves the problem the only way he knows how: he grabs the back of your neck, and drags you into a kiss that tastes like smoke and sin, and shoves his tongue so deep you forget jokes exist.

He takes a long drag off his cigarette without breaking the kiss, then presses the filter to your lips. You inhale on instinct.

He shotguns the smoke into your mouth. That's hot, filthy and perfect. You exhale against his lips and feel his cock twitch hard beneath you.

Ray whimpers in the background like a kicked puppy. “ That’s the hottest thing I’ve seen since Hyun-pil came on my—”

Hyun-pil flips him off without looking, still kissing you stupid.

Ray flops back, palming himself through his pants. “ Your cigarettes are laced with aphrodisiacs, admit it.”

Hyun-pil finally pulls back, thumb wiping a stray bit of smoke from your lower lip. “ Ignore the idiot. He talks when he’s horny. It’s a medical condition.”

Ray unzips anyway. “ Diagnosis: terminal blue balls.”

You’re still in Hyun-pil’s lap, chest heaving, lips swollen, tasting smoke and them. Both of them are staring like you’re the last meal on earth.

Ray crooks a finger. “ Bring that pretty ass back here. We’re just getting started.”

Hyun-pil’s hand slides between your legs, cups you over the soaked lace, and smiles against your ear.

“ Contract says all night.” He murmurs.

“ And we’re very thorough.”

You’re doomed, and you’ve never been wetter in your life.

…

The king-size bed feels like a battlefield, and you’re the territory they’re both dying to conquer. Ray has you pinned beneath him, shirt gone, tattoos flexing as he kisses you stupid.

His tongue is filthy, demanding, licking into your mouth like he’s trying to memorize the taste. One hand holds a crystal tumbler of whiskey, and the other keeps your wrists loosely trapped above your head.

He pulls back just enough to offer the glass to your lips. “ One shot, baby. Performance enhancer.”

“ I don’t drink.” You pant.

“ It’s one sip, not a marriage proposal.” He grins.

“ Trust me, it’ll make your legs shake prettier.”

From the side of the bed, Hyun-pil that now gloriously shirtless, slacks unbuttoned growls. “ If you roofied that, I swear to my dick that I’ll snap your neck like a glow stick.”

Ray rolls his eyes. “ Please. I’m not trying to get charged with assault, I’m trying to get laid.”

He turns back to you, thumb stroking your jaw. “ Eyes on me, angel. Ignore the grumpy cat in the corner.”

He tips the glass. The whiskey burns down your throat, liquid fire spreading everywhere. You cough once then Ray hums approval.

“ Good girl.” He praises, voice rough.

“ Fuck, that’s hot.”

Then his mouth is everywhere: neck, collarbones, sucking dark, claiming bruises that’ll last a week.

Every time you gasp he growls against your skin like it’s the best sound he’s ever heard.

Hyun-pil slides onto the bed, back against the headboard, cock already out and heavy in his fist. He grabs your free hand, wraps it around his shaft, and guides you into a slow, tight stroke.

The low groan he lets out makes your clit throb in sympathy.

Ray’s mouth reaches your chest. He doesn’t ask. He just takes. Tongue swirling, teeth scraping, sucking one nipple hard enough to make you cry out.

Your back arches off the bed. He switches to the other like he’s starving and you’re the first meal in years. His lips trail lower, over your stomach, until he reaches the last scrap of lace you’re still wearing.

“ Pretty.” He murmurs, then rips it clean off with one violent tug.

The sound you make is half shock, half desperate moan. Ray spreads your thighs wide, inhales like a predator scenting prey, and dives in.

His tongue finds your clit on the first try with no hesitation and no teasing. Just flat, relentless pressure that has you seeing stars.

Two fingers push inside you without warning. The stretch burns deliciously. He curls them, finds that spot instantly, and you nearly levitate off the mattress.

Hyun-pil’s grip tightens on your hand, forcing you to keep stroking him in time with Ray’s fingers fucking into you.

“ Look at her...” Ray groans against your pussy, eyes locked on yours even as his tongue flicks mercilessly.

“ Soaked already. Taste so fucking sweet.”

He adds a third finger and you sob, hips bucking. The wet sounds are obscene. Your thighs shake around his head. Hyun-pil’s breathing turns ragged, hips rolling into your fist.

“ Cum for him.” He orders, voice like gravel.

“ Let me watch you fall apart.”

Ray crooks his fingers hard, sucks your clit between his lips, and you shatter.

The orgasm hits like a car crash. It's blinding, violent, perfect. You scream, and Ray just keeps going, licking you through every pulse until you’re a trembling wreck.

He finally pulls back, lips shiny, fingers slick. Holds them up to the light and you see the faint smear of pink.

Ray’s eyes roll back in his head. “ Fuck, you were untouched down here?”

He licks his fingers clean with a filthy moan. “ Tastes like fucking heaven.”

Then he dives back in, gentler now, lapping you clean while the aftershocks still ripple through you.

Hyun-pil comes with a choked curse, hot stripes painting your hand and his abs. He keeps your fist moving until he’s spent, then brings your fingers to his mouth and licks them clean too, eyes never leaving yours.

Ray finally crawls up your body, grinning like a maniac, lips swollen and glistening.

“ Round one goes to us.” He whispers, nipping your ear.

“ Ready for round two, angel? Because we’re nowhere near done.”

Hyun-pil wipes his hand on the sheets, already reaching for you again. You’re boneless, wrecked, and stupidly, deliriously happy.

Best. Worst. Decision. Ever.

…

The sheets are already ruined and no one cares. Hyun-pil kneels between your spread thighs, cock flushed dark and slick with your arousal. He drags the fat head through your folds once, twice, teasing your entrance until you’re writhing.

“ Ready, angel?” He asks, voice low, almost reverent.

Ray, stripping off the last of his clothes behind you, snorts. “ Enough with the tenderness, you’re making me cry and I still have blue balls.”

Hyun-pil’s foot lashes out and kicks Ray square in the thigh. Ray cackles, hopping on one leg, dramatically clutching the spot like he’s been shot.

You nod frantically. Ray’s palm cracks against your ass in sharp and perfect sting.

“ Words, baby.” He growls.

“ I’m ready.” You gasp.

“ Please—”

Hyun-pil leans down, forehead to yours.

“ We never thought we’d catch someone this pure.” He murmurs, almost awed.

You bite his lower lip hard enough to make him hiss. “ My body might be a virgin, but my brain’s been gangbanged by the internet for years.”

Ray actually howls in the background. “ This is a threesome, not a fucking Hallmark movie! Less talking, more railing!”

Hyun-pil flips him off without looking, lines himself up, and sinks in in slow, relentless, and one long push until he’s buried to the hilt. Your back bows off the bed. The stretch is insane and perfect.

“ Breathe, sweetheart.” Hyun-pil whispers, kissing you soft and sweet while your body adjusts.

“ You’re taking me so well.”

Ray presses against your back, chest hot, cock sliding between your ass cheeks. He’s stroking himself, leaving wet streaks on your skin, mouthing filthy praise against your shoulder.

“ Fuck, look at you two.” He groans.

“ Hyun-pil’s greedy ass hogging that pretty pussy. Share, you bastard.”

Hyun-pil starts to move in slow, deep rolls of his hips that drag over every sensitive spot inside you. The room fills with the wet slap of skin and your broken moans.

Ray’s teeth scrape your neck. “ Let me in, angel. Need to feel you squeeze me while he fucks you stupid.”

You’re so lost in Hyun-pil’s thrusts you can barely think, but you manage a desperate nod. “ Yes…please—”

Ray makes a broken sound, peppers kisses down your spine like gratitude. “ Thank you, thank you—”

He slicks himself with lube that somewhere in the chaos he grabbed it and nudges the blunt head of his cock against your ass.

The pressure is intense; you tense on instinct.

Hyun-pil stops moving instantly, cups your face, kisses you deep and distracting while Ray works himself in in slow, careful, and filthy praise in your ear the whole time.

“ That’s it, baby, open up for me…fuck, so tight…gonna ruin this pretty little hole—”

When he finally bottoms out, the three of you freeze, breathing hard, stuffed so full you can feel them both pulsing inside you.

Then they move.

Hyun-pil pulls out slow and slams back in then Ray matches the rhythm from behind. Within seconds they find a brutal, perfect sync (one withdrawing while the other drives deep, never empty, always overwhelming).

The headboard bangs against the wall like it’s trying to file a noise complaint. Your second orgasm barrels down like a freight train. You sob into Hyun-pil’s mouth, nails raking his back.

“ Cum for us.” Hyun-pil growls against your lips.

“ Let us feel it—”

One last coordinated thrust in deep, punishing, perfect and you shatter. You squirt hard, soaking Hyun-pil’s abs and the sheets beneath. Hyun-pil groans your name like a prayer and spills hot inside you, pulse after pulse. Ray swears in three languages, bites down on your shoulder, and floods your ass with heat.

All three of you collapse in a trembling, sweaty heap. Teeth marks bloom on your neck and shoulder that matching brands from both of them.

Ray is the first to recover, voice hoarse. “ I saw galaxies and the NASA charged me extra.”

Hyun-pil, still inside you, kisses the bite on your neck like an apology and a claim all at once.

“ Round two in ten minutes.” He murmurs.

“ We’re just getting started.”

You’re wrecked, boneless, dripping with them both and grinning like an idiot.

Best contract you ever signed.

…

The penthouse bedroom looks like a war zone, a very expensive, very sticky war zone.

Round three: Ray on his back, you riding him reverse while Hyun-pil takes you from behind again, their hands overlapping on your hips like they’re arguing over steering.

Round four: You on your knees, Ray’s cock hitting the back of your throat while Hyun-pil fucks you so deep you forget how numbers work.

Round five: They stand over you, stroking themselves in perfect sync, painting your face, neck, and chest like you’re their personal Jackson Pollock. Ray actually high-fives Hyun-pil when they finish. You’re too blissed-out to even roll your eyes.

Then Ray’s stomach growls loud enough to wake the dead.

“ Intermission.” He declares, kissing your forehead like he didn’t just cum on your face five seconds ago.

“ Gotta refuel or I’ll actually die.”

He disappears downstairs naked with zero shame.

Hyun-pil, ever the gentleman psychopath. He cleans you up with warm towels, surprisingly gentle, pressing soft kisses to every bruise and bite mark he left.

He tucks you into the wrecked bed and lets you nap for thirty glorious minutes while he watches like a smug dragon guarding treasure.

Ray wakes you by crawling onto the bed with a tray of strawberries, chocolate, and some suspiciously phallic-looking pastries.

“ Eat.” He orders, popping a strawberry between your teeth.

“ Round six starts in T-minus sixty seconds.”

You barely finish chewing before they’re on you again.

Round six: They literally fold you in half. They legs over their shoulders while two cocks sliding into your pussy at the same time. You see entire constellations explode behind your eyelids.

Seven: You ride Ray facing him while Hyun-pil takes you from behind again, hands tangled in your hair like reins.

Eight through eleven blur together: Against the window, bent over the dresser, on the floor, on the chaise, one time with a vibrating toy that makes you scream so loud the neighbors probably file a noise complaint.

They don’t miss a single surface.

By the time you collapse, the sheets are destroyed, the air smells like sex and expensive cologne, and your skin is a canvas of hickeys, bite marks, and handprints.

You’re sticky, sore, and grinning like an idiot.

Ray is spooning you from behind, lazy rolling his hips so his half-hard cock slides between your thighs, smearing the mess there. Hyun-pil is on your other side, eyes closed, lazily nibbling your cheek like it’s dessert.

Ray’s voice is hoarse. “ I’m proposing tomorrow. Ring shopping at 10 a.m. You’re mine forever now.”

Hyun-pil doesn’t even open his eyes. “ Over my dead body, you selfish bastard.”

Ray gasps dramatically. “ Then I’ll buy the ring and marry her in Vegas tomorrow night.”

Hyun-pil finally cracks one eye. “ You’ll marry my gun first.”

Ray grins against your shoulder. “ Already did. Worshipped it in Jeju, remember? But right now I’m a pussy-only cult.”

You start laughing so hard your whole body shakes. “ Newsflash…I’m not marrying either of you.”

Both heads snap toward you like you just said the sky is green.

You keep going, still giggling. “ Contract says once we do this, it’s terminated. We’re done. Free agent.”

Ray makes a dying walrus noise. “ Fuck the contract! I changed my mind! I pumped like, twelve loads into you…statistically one of them has to stick. I’m gonna be a dad and trap you forever.”

Hyun-pil scoffs. “ You’re not the only one who came inside her, genius. Your weak-ass genes don’t stand a chance against mine.”

You wipe tears of laughter from your eyes. “ Relax, boys. I’ve been on the pill since before this war started. Your swimmers are swimming in circles.”

Twin groans of despair echo through the room.

Ray buries his face in your neck. “ Next time I’m not stopping until your stomach looks like a balloon. I want triplets.”

Hyun-pil smacks the back of Ray’s head. “ Stop being a creep.”

You pat both their heads like they’re overgrown toddlers. “ If you keep filling me like a cream donut, next time it’ll be blood coming out. You’ll run dry and die of dehydration.”

Ray sighs dreamily. “ Worth it. Death by pussy. Put it on my tombstone.”

Hyun-pil rolls his eyes so hard it’s audible. “ Shut the fuck up, Ray.”

You’re still giggling, sandwiched between two very sticky, very satisfied psychopaths who just realized the contract they wrote might actually bite them in the ass.

The night isn’t over, and neither, apparently, are they.

Working with your puppy under your desk, begging and whining for attention like she hadn’t gotten any a few minutes ago, was the worst, especially when you were trying to finish all your work before tomorrow morning. Ray whined under your dark brown desk, pawing at your leg, begging for attention like she was demanding you to shine a spotlight on her.

Her head nestled gently between your warm thighs; she longed for your focused attention after being ignored for so long amid your busy, supposedly more important pursuits.

What could even be more important than giving her your attention?

You let out a sigh, your gaze dropping from your cluttered desk as your eyes met Ray's large, expressive doe eyes. “Not right now, Ray. I’ve told you I’m busy with all these papers.” Ray huffed in frustration, her pink lips forming a pout, watching you turn your attention back to the scary, towering stack of documents, almost as if it were screaming your name to finish them.

“Stupid boss— giving me so much god damn work,” you muttered under your breath. As you clicked your mouse, and wrote on some of the documents.

Almost like Ray could smell your stress, she kissed your inner thigh, inching closer and closer to your cunt. “Ray, I told you not right now. I need to finish this,” you groaned, frustration evident in your voice. You weren’t angry at her; you were overwhelmed by the mountain of paperwork your boss had unexpectedly dumped on you earlier that day, with no warning and little time to handle it, on a busy Tuesday afternoon.

She whined, her tail thumping against the floor. “I could help, please, Mama. I can take all your stress away.” Ray nuzzled her face into your crotch, as if trying to inhale your scent. You sighed. You could never be mad at Ray for too long. “Fine…” You unbuttoned your pants, sliding them off as well as your underwear, your wet pussy exposed to the cold.

Ray was practically drooling all over as she looked in awe.

“Well, are you gonna be a good mutt and get to it?” You raised an eyebrow at her, and she nodded quickly, licking a strip up to your clit, which made you groan.

Intertwining your fingers into her honey-brown curls, “F-fuck, Ray, you’re such a good puppy.” Ray whined as she continued to lick and suck on your swollen clit.

Ray was soaking up all the attention you were giving her, you petting her ears and whispering soft praises as she ate you out. Even the slight tugs and pulls felt good to her.

You moaned as you pulled on her hair, her thick fingers finally entering your soaked pussy. You rolled your eyes back when she added another thick finger and curled it. She said, "I'm a good pup?” Ray whimpered, still sucking and licking on your clit.

All you could do was nod; you could barely speak from all the pleasure you felt.

Your stress definitely decreased when Ray ate you out like it was her last meal on death row.

“Uh- Ray! Mmphm close!” You stuttered as you pulled her hair even harder, your thighs tightening around her head. She didn’t even care; in fact, she got off on humping her cloth core on your shoe. She loved you oh so much; she wanted to make you happy by just being your little puppy.

Whipping your head back as you moaned, “Fuckkk!~” you came on her face, hard. Ray licked it all up, making sure she got every last drop of your delicious juices. She came as well on your shoe, her panties soaked with all her juices.

When she pulled back from your cunt, some of your slick was still on her lips, which she licked off. “You taste so good, mama, mmm love it so much…” she said, happily wagging her tail. Her head lay on your plush thighs, slowly closing her eyes. She was pretty happy now from all the attention she had just gotten, and she even got to play with you!!

You sighed softly, tenderly running your fingers through her thick, curly hair. “Alright, puppy, go take your nap," you murmured gently. A warm smile spread across your face as you watched her drift peacefully into sleep, her eyes fluttering closed. Sadly, you knew you had to leave her now and get back to work.

This work wasn't getting done on its own.

Maybe inviting Ray to sleep in bed with me was a bad idea, the feel of his hard body against mine is distracting. I can feel his growing hardness twitching in his pants, the thin pajamas I'm wearing doing nothing to stop the feel of him. Despite his earlier warning, I decided to back into him again, this time without saying a word except for a tiny whimper.

Embarrassment flooded my veins at my reaction, has it been so long since I had any sex? Suddenly, I felt a grip on my hips and a breath on my neck from a deep chuckle. "Your thoughts are loud, Star. Don't say I didn't warn you..." I couldn't see him but it made it even more exciting.

A gasp could be heard from me as he ground his dick into me with a groan, then he started kissing my neck softly, teasing me. My pulse quickened from his teasing, I became more and more aware of the wetness that was gathering in between my thighs. "Ray, I didn't mean to-" He flipped me onto my back, his eyes having a slight ruby tint, like he was still holding himself back.”You knew exactly what you were doing…”. I felt myself getting lost in his eyes, I brushed some loose hairs out of his face and kissed him.

It was more of a kiss of lust than love, he dominated the kiss while feeling me up like I would disappear if he wasn't touching me. I combed my hands through the strands of his golden hair, giving it a harsh tug, pulling himself towards me. Deeper, I needed to feel his honeyed tongue against mine. He whined into the kiss from the pain, and that's when I heard the sound of fabric ripping. I pulled away in shock, and then he smirked, liking my reaction to his want. "I'll buy you a new one..." I nodded shyly, shrugging the tattered garment off of me, eagerly unclipping my bra.

Ray sucked a sharp breath in, then he started attacking my chest with kisses. I giggled at his softness, that's when his eyes darkened, and he bit down on my neck. Letting out a louder moan, the pain going straight to my core. That's when I uttered the words I never thought I would, "More~". He smirked against my neck as he started sucking on the skin, making me whine and whimper. Trailing down my upper body with increasing fervor, my lower half felt on fire.

Suddenly, I became aware of his lack of nakedness in contrast to mine, knowing he could read my mind. I just tugged at the end of it, gesturing for him to take it off. He quickly took it off, tossing it somewhere in the room. The scars littered across his upper body made him look like a mosaic painting. I could feel the blood rushing to my face, I traced the muscles on him absentmindedly before realizing he was watching me also with awe. "You look breathtaking, Ray..." I said with a hushed breath, feeling his eyes looking into my very soul. "Star, you have no idea what you do to me."

My hero traced my hips with his fingers, before slowly easing me out of my pants and undergarments. Goosebumps came all over my body from the intensity of his gaze, he seemed like he would swallow me whole if he let him. Feeling his hands brush over my sensitive areas made me move closer to him to gain some friction.

Finally, I felt little circles on my clit, I threw my head back on a loud whine of his name. "I'm going to ruin your body, make it all mine, little Star" He pinched my clit making me whine in pain, almost in no time his finger was deep inside of me. "You're such a greedy little thing, you suck me in as a whole" Easily sticking another finger in, my eyes rolled back to my head. He relentlessly attacked my G-spot while circling in my clit. "Oh fuck! RAY!" I cried out his name from his attacks of pleasure, grasping his arm, feeling hazy burning spasms of mind-blowing sensations flooding my body.

My orgasm was coming quickly, I wasn't even sure what was going on, all I could focus on was Ray's piercing eyes as he drove me crazy. His eyes looked like he wanted to devour me as a whole, a divine offering. He kept eye contact as he gave my nipples little licks, then sucks. God how can someone look so sexy? Thanks to his never stopping stimulation, my built-up pleasure came to a mind-numbing finale, my climax took my breath away as my juices came out of me.

I screamed his name when I came, my eyes rolling back into my head. Slowly but surely, the pace of his fingers came to a halt as I came down from my high. A whine left my throat when he removed his long fingers from my cunt. Embarrassment washed over me at my body's reaction, but Ray looked feral…

Ray licked his fingers clean, savoring the taste of my arousal without a hint of revulsion. His eyes gleamed with hunger as he took in my flushed and panting form. In a flash, he unbuckled his belt and shucked off his pants and boxers, revealing his impressive erection. I couldn't help but stare in awe at the sight of his muscular physique glistening with sweat, his cock throbbing and leaking precum.

Catching my gaze, Ray smirked and tilted my chin with his fingers, forcing me to meet his eyes. "My eyes are up here, Star," he teased, chuckling at my flustered expression. I playfully swatted at his arm, still blushing at being caught ogling him so brazenly.

Without warning, Ray grabbed my legs and placed them on his shoulders, the new position leaving me open and exposed. I gasped as I felt the blunt head of his cock nudging against my entrance, already slick and ready from my earlier orgasm. He was so large, I could feel myself stretching to accommodate his size as he slowly pushed forward, inch by delicious inch.

"Oh fuck," Ray groaned, his voice strained with pleasure as he finally hilted inside me. I let out a high-pitched whine, my walls fluttering around his thick length. "You were made for me, my Star," he murmured, his hips starting to move in a slow, hard rhythm. "I hope you like it rough..." Before I could even process his words, Ray began to increase his pace, each powerful thrust sending sparks of pleasure-pain shooting through my sensitive body.

The combination of sensations, the lingering ache from my climax, and the new stimulation of his cock driving into me had tears springing to my eyes. I could only cling to him desperately, my nails raking down his back as I surrendered to the overwhelming onslaught of feeling. My screams and moans echoed off the walls, a symphony of lust and ecstasy.

He began thrusting harder, his hips slapping against mine with each powerful stroke. Somehow he never even faltered once, he seemed motivated to make my cunt remember the shape of him. "Fuck, you're so tight, like you were made for me" Ray grunted, his voice steady but clouded with lust and admiration. "I knew you'd feel amazing, but this... shit, you're perfect."

He captured my mouth in a searing kiss, his tongue plundering, claiming every inch of me. Suddenly I felt a hand wrap around my throat, adding to the hazy sensations. I whimpered into his mouth, the feeling of him around me all-consuming.

He hooked my legs higher, which allowed him to go even deeper, and I screamed as he hit a spot inside me that made stars explode behind my eyelids. My pussy clenched around him like a vice, greedily trying to keep him inside, to hold him hostage in my heat.

I cried out, my voice breaking on a sob of ecstasy. "Harder, Ray! Fuck me harder!" I was lost to the pleasure, drowning in the sensation of being so filled, so utterly claimed. I wanted to be ruined, wanted him to mark me, to make it so that I would never forget this moment, this feeling.

He gave me a confident smile as he continued ravishing my insides, knowing I'm getting closer and closer. “Such a pretty slut, taking me so well” I felt my front hit the mattress as he flipped me with an unnatural speed, then immediately slammed back into me. My voice broke as I let out another scream at the sudden intrusion, which I welcomed despite his dick almost reaching too deep.

My insides burned with the flames of passion, igniting the coil in my lower stomach that was about to burst. I gripped the sheet now like an animal, his larger frame fucking me into the mattress vigorously. In that moment we only let out grunts and moans, knowing we were losing ourselves in this instinctual rhythm called sex. The grip on my hips were bruising as he just kept going harder and harder, I felt myself cry into the sheets in ecstasy as the hot flood of my orgasm hit me.

He never once faltered as he fucked me through my orgasm, but it started to feel to much. “Oh god Ray, please, please, please…” Mindless words spilled out of my mouth, from the sheer overstimulation from his thrusts. “You wanted this… my Star. I'm going to ruin you” Despite his words after a few moments he spilled his seed inside me, making me fully his. When he pulled out of me I could feel his cum dripping out of me onto the sheet, I collapsed with a satisfied smile.