- So he’s really shocked when you refuse his money
- At first he didn’t really care, if you wanted to use your own money it wasn’t any of his business
- But then it starts to irk his inferiority complex
- Did you think he can’t provide for you? Does he not have enough money? Do you have more money than him? So you think you’re better than him?
- Eventually, every time you refuse his money or pay for him he turns bitter and would throw backhanded “compliments” at you to make himself feel better
DG/JAMES LEE
- He would find it really refreshing
- As an idol, people were only around him because of his money and popularity
- But seeing you refuse to take his money makes him see you as genuine
- He still offers to pay but doesn’t insist if you say no
- He’ll still spoil you with gifts and flowers tho because he thinks there isn’t anything else he can offer to you
ZACK
- He also thinks he should always pay for his woman and would absolutely love to buy you food and gifts
- So when you refuse to let him pay he’s a bit hurt and paranoid thinking you don’t like him
- You explain to him how important your independency and values are to you and he understands and respects it
- But he won’t give up and will always try to pay for you
- Specially if it’s a date, he will try extra hard to not let you pay but still respect your boundaries
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“you’re late,” he said, voice smooth like polished steel. “i expected my wife home ten minutes ago.”
you slipped off your coat and let it drop onto the leather couch. “traffic. could’ve taken me another hour.”
a low scoff escaped him. “excuses.” he finally faced you, dark eyes unreadable behind the lenses. “strip and get on the bed with your legs spread wide. we do this my way like always.”
you didn’t move. instead, you walked toward him slowly, red heels clicking against the marble floor. when you stopped inches away, you could see the faint tension in his jaw. “always so fucking polite with your orders, husband,” you murmured, reaching up to tug lightly at his tie. “what if tonight i don’t feel like being the obedient wife i am?”
his hand shot out, fingers wrapping around your wrist in a bruising grip. “the rules exist for a reason. i provide the life, you provide the obedience. no emotions. no lingering. no—
you cut him off by stepping even closer, pressing your body flush against the hard line of his suit, letting him feel how soaked your pussy already was. “what if the flesh wants something else tonight, samuel? what if your wife wants to feel that thick cock stretching her properly, until she’s leaking your cum for days?”
for a heartbeat, he didn’t move. then his grip tightened, and he yanked you forward until your lips were almost touching. “careful. about what you wish for,” he warned, voice dropping into that dangerous low register. “you’re playing with fire.”
“then burn me. fuck me like you need me.”
the words barely left your mouth before he spun you around and slammed you against the cool glass of the window. the city sprawled twenty stories below, but all you could feel was the heat of your husband pinning you there, his cock already rock hard and throbbing against your ass through his slacks.
his free hand came up, cupping your jaw roughly as he crashed his mouth against yours. the kiss was brutal. he tasted like expensive whiskey and pure sin. when he pulled back, his breathing was ragged. “take your clothes off. now! or i’ll rip them off and fuck you against this window so the whole city watches your tits bounce.”
you smiled against his lips and instead reached for his belt, your wedding band catching the light. “make me, husband.”
his eyes flashed with dark lust. in one fluid motion, he grabbed both your wrists and pinned them above your head with one large hand. the other hand made quick work of your shirt buttons flying across the floor as he tore it open like it offended him. cool air hit your hardened nipples, but it was nothing compared to the way he stared at your body like a starving man.
“look at these perfect fucking tits,” he growled, mouth latching onto one, sucking hard enough to leave dark marks while his teeth grazed the sensitive peak. “so eager tonight. your pussy’s already dripping down your thighs for your husband.”
he shoved a hand between your legs, fingers sliding through your soaked folds with humiliating ease. “fuck, you’re drenched. this greedy little wife pussy is weeping for me already.” he pressed two thick fingers inside you without warning, curling them deep, pumping roughly while his thumb rubbed tight, mean circles on your swollen clit. the wet, obscene squelching sounds filled the penthouse as he finger fucked you mercilessly, stretching you open.
you moaned, hips bucking shamelessly against his hand. “samuel—
“quiet, my wife. take it.” he added a third finger, scissoring you wide, his suit jacket brushing your bare skin as he worked you closer to the edge. your creamy juices coated his fingers and dripped down his wrist. “look at the mess you’re making. so fucking perfect for me.”
only when your legs were shaking did he pull back. you heard the metallic clink of his belt, the slow drag of his zipper. he didn’t undress fully just freed his cock. the cock which was thick, veiny, heavy, and already leaking precum from the flushed tip. he slapped it against your dripping pussy a few times, teasing your clit with the slick head.
“beg for it,” he ordered.
you bit your lip, being the stubborn angel you are. “make me.”
well… that just made him more excited. in one brutal thrust, his fat cock splitting your tight cunt open. the sudden stretch burned so good you screamed, eyes rolling back as he bottomed out, balls pressed tight against you.
“fuuuuck,” he hissed, forehead dropping to your shoulder. “so fucking tight… this perfect wife pussy was made for my cock.” then he started moving hard, deep, punishing strokes that slammed you against the window with every thrust.
one hand stayed wrapped around your throat from behind, squeezing just enough to make you lightheaded while the other gripped your hip hard enough to bruise. “take every fucking inch. this is what my wife needs.”
suddenly, he pulled out, leaving you clenching around nothing and whining pathetically. he hauled you away from the glass and threw you onto the bed. crawling over you instantly, he pinned your knees to your chest in a brutal mating press, folding you in half. his heavy weight crushed you into the mattress as he lined up and slammed back inside with one savage thrust, his thick cock spearing deep into your soaked cunt.
the new angle made him hit that perfect spot relentlessly. his balls slapped wetly against your ass with every brutal plunge. he looked down at you, eyes wild and dark behind fogged glasses, sweat dripping from his forehead onto your tits.
“look at you,” he rasped, voice strained. “folded up and taking me so deep. they all think i’m untouchable… but you know better, don’t you, my wife?”
you could barely form words. every thrust punched the air from your lungs, his cock dragging against your walls, making filthy wet sounds. his pace grew erratic, needier. the perfectly combed black hair fell forward. his glasses slipped.
“samuel…p-please—fill me,” you gasped.
he hooked your legs even higher over his shoulders, pounding harder, deeper, the bed creaking violently. “you’re not supposed to feel this fucking good,” he growled, voice cracking. “this wasn’t… shit… this wasn’t part of the deal.”
he kissed you then. being the messy man he is, spit-slick and filthy as he railed you without mercy. his tongue fucked your mouth in time with his cock destroying your pussy.
when your orgasm hit, it shattered you. your cunt clamped down like a vice, gushing around his thrusting cock as you screamed into his mouth, body convulsing.
“fuck— i’m gonna cum,” he groaned, hips stuttering. he tried to pull back, but you locked your ankles behind his back, pulling him deeper.
“samuel please,” you whispered against his lips, voice hoarse. “breed your wife. break every fucking rule and pump me full of your hot cum.”
his control snapped completely. with a broken, animalistic moan, he buried himself balls deep and came hard thick, hot ropes of cum flooding your spasming cunt in heavy spurts. he kept grinding deep, milking every drop into you as his whole body shook, forehead pressed to yours.
for a long time, the only sounds were your shared heavy breathing and the wet drip of his cum leaking out around his still buried cock.
he didn’t pull out. instead, his arms tightened around you possessively. he looked you dead in the eye, “…now say thank you, my good girl. fuck the rules.”
summary: years after treating you like you don't exist, Zack decides he cannot take it anymore. What was supposed to be an apology, ended up being something entirely else.
warning: Mild violence, cult leader mentioned, feeling left out
It had been 4 years.
4 freaking years.
But zack made absolute no efforts on getting the friendship the three of you had back on track. Everything just had to be about Johan and Mira. Despite being in the same class, he never even spared a glance at you. Always spending time with either Mira or his rats.
It wasn't like Mira was any better. She always looked at you with so much guilt you hated it. After all why wouldn't she feel guilty when you took the hit for her when the weird cult leader wanted to inflict it upon her.
Realizing it will never be the same as it was, you gave up. Because why should you care about the people who don't care about you? You dropped off everything you all would do together. Their clothes when they came over would now be found in the trash can. You disposed the things that reminded you of them. You became free. You felt free.
The only thing you didn't drop off was boxing. You were a prodigy. YOU were the one to introduce them to boxing. So why should YOU quit it. The coach was basically your second father. There is no way you would let them ruin boxing for you. So there you were, in front of the person you swore to forget.
His hair was was messy. His white t shirt now drenched in sweat , revealing his toned body. You both looked at each other in surprise. Before continuing your business. You slid the zipper of your track suit down as you looked around trying to find another punching bag .
You wrapped the bandages around you hand that was supposed to protect you knuckles. You wore you gloves and went toward the punching bag that was at the other side of the room. Connecting your headphones to your phone you play your favorite song. Doing your warm up before violating the punching bag. You could feel the eyes of zack. But chose to ignore it.
After an hour of kicking and punching the bag ruthlessly he decided to take a break. A stupid excuse to watch you actually. He wanted to see whether you changed or not. He could only pray to Buddha that you changed for the better.He won't lie he wanted to apologize, wanted to embrace you, talk to you like how he did when nothing happened but he knew he would only make it harder for you. You had a great group of friends that cared for you. He knew that and couldn't help but ignore you. As if you didn't exist. He felt his chest tighten at the memory of you looking at him with such betrayal after the cruel things he said to you. He decided it was enough. He went up to you, wanting to apologize.
"Hey, let's fight and see who is more stronger."
Shit. He didn't mean that. You on the other hand, were dumbfounded.
"Ummmm..... Okayyyy. Sure. " It was quite awkward.
Both of you got inside the ring. You in a red gloves and him in blue.
As both of you threw punches at each other. 30 mins in the fight,Zack realized that you were stronger than him and were just toying with him. He swiped his feet, catching you surprised and landed his first punch. Right on your nose. With a bleeding nose you kicked his jaw with your heel and and punched right under his jaw.
As he was falling he caught on to your arm and pulled you down with him. Causing you to straddle his waist.
Both of you stared at each other. With so much to say.
"I'm sorry. "
"For what. "
"Everything"
"What is 'everything' ? "
"I am sorry i ignored you. I am sorry i never made an effort. I am sorry i never bothered asking how you were doing. I am sorry I was never there when you needed me the most. I am so so so sorry. "
"I see. "
" Do you forgive me? "
"Not really"
"Y/N I am so sor-"
"Stand up. "
When he stood up your back was facing him. The moment you felt something shift you twisted you leg and threw a punch at him.
"OWCH" He clutched his whole face.
"Now I forgive you. " You told him as you wore the brightest smile in the world. Blinding him.
You walked towards your bag. Packed your stuff. Zack was still there watching your every move.
You opened the glass door halfway before saying.
"Hey , you stink by the way . See you tomorrow at the school, chestnut. "
Zack had a stupid love stricken smile as he watched you leave.
He missed that nickname so goddamn much. Not that he would admit.
With a blushing face and a thumping heart Zack couldn't help but pray that the morning comes early.
The glass office tower stretched into the sky, its sleek, shimmering surfaces reflecting the early morning sun as it crested the horizon. The sun's rays caught the edges of the building, creating a dazzling spectacle that mirrored the energy and potential of a new day. Inside, you sat at your desk, the rhythmic, soft click of your keyboard echoed in the otherwise silent room, punctuating the stillness like a metronome counting down to something significant. Though the day had barely begun, the weight of your responsibilities already pressed down on you, heavy and unyielding. You were good at your job—no one could argue that—but working under Samuel always felt like walking a precarious tightrope between professionalism and something much more complicated and alluring.
As the CEO, Samuel was a man who commanded attention effortlessly. Tall and imposing, with sharp, defined features that seemed to be carved from stone, he possessed a quiet authority that resonated through every room he entered. His presence was magnetic; it drew you in and made it difficult to focus on anything else. You couldn’t deny that you felt a connection to him, one that had grown since you first started working in his office months ago. It wasn’t just admiration for his power and success—it was something deeper, an electric undercurrent that coursed through your interactions and left you breathless.
Your thoughts, however, were abruptly interrupted by the sound of the door opening with a soft click. You didn’t have to look up to know who it was. Samuel. Instantly, the atmosphere in the room shifted, a palpable tension thickening the air like a fog rolling in over the city.
“(Y/N),” his voice sliced through your reverie, smooth and deep, resonating with an authority that made your heart race. “We need to talk about the progress on the Johnson account. I’m not seeing the results I expect.” His words were straightforward, but the weight behind them suggested that your performance was under scrutiny.
You glanced up from your screen, locking eyes with him. His gaze was intense, a deep well of expectation and something more, perhaps a hint of challenge. His posture was impeccably composed, radiating confidence, yet there was something about the way he looked at you—something that made your heart skip a beat and your breath catch in your throat.
“I’ve been working on it, Samuel,” you replied, striving to keep your voice steady and professional, though you could feel the heat rising in your cheeks, betraying your calm facade. “There are a few details we’re still ironing out.” You knew the stakes; the Johnson account was crucial, but the way he stood there, almost looming, made it hard to concentrate.
He stepped closer to your desk, the space between you shrinking with each calculated move. Your breath hitched as he approached, his presence simultaneously commanding and intoxicating. “I expect perfection,” he said, his voice low, almost a whisper that sent shivers down your spine.
Before you could formulate a response, Samuel leaned in closer, his lips brushing lightly against your ear, igniting a fire that traveled through your body like a wave of heat. The sensation was electric, and you felt a shiver crawl down your spine, your heart racing faster than before. His breath was warm against your skin, and you found it hard to focus on anything but the intoxicating chemistry that buzzed between you.
“You know how much I appreciate your hard work, don’t you, (Y/N)?” he murmured, his lips so close that the words seemed to stir the very air around you. “I think you need a little motivation.” The insinuation hung in the air, thick with tension.
Your body went still as his lips grazed the side of your neck, just enough to send a wave of heat coursing through your veins. “A kiss for motivation,” he continued softly, the words dripping with seduction, almost daring you to respond. “A little encouragement, to push you to do your best.” The challenge was clear, and your heart raced at the thought.
You blinked, confusion and desire warring within you, yet you were undeniably drawn to him. Was he being serious? The tension crackled like static electricity between you, the air thick with unspoken implications, as if the kiss wasn’t merely a reward, but a gateway to something deeper—a catalyst for your ambition and drive.
“Samuel...” you started to protest, your voice faltering as he leaned even closer, his lips hovering just in front of yours. The world outside faded away, and for a moment, it felt as though everything had narrowed down to just the two of you, suspended in a moment that held infinite possibilities.
“I think you’ll perform better if you have a little incentive,” he said, his voice soft yet commanding, wrapping around you like a cocoon. “Kisses tend to work wonders.”
Before you could articulate any further thoughts, Samuel closed the distance, kissing you—gentle at first, just a brush of his lips against yours. The kiss was light, a fleeting touch, yet it sent a spark of electricity coursing through your body, igniting a fire of desire and urgency. You pulled back slightly, breathless, only to find his eyes still fixed on you, filled with an intense expectation that left you reeling.
“Now,” he said, a hint of satisfaction in his voice, “let’s see what you can do with a little encouragement.”
Your heart raced, a mixture of exhilaration and apprehension swirling within you. You knew Samuel was playing a game—an intricate dance of power and allure—but you weren’t entirely sure how to play along. Yet, a part of you was curious, eager to see just how far this tantalizing game would go.
Taking a deep breath, you returned to your work, but this time, the atmosphere in the office felt charged with possibility. You couldn’t shake the feeling that Samuel had somehow taken control of more than just the meeting; he had infiltrated your thoughts, your motivations. His kiss lingered in your mind, the warmth and promise of it driving you to give your all to the task at hand.
The rest of the day passed in a blur of productivity and focus. Every time you crossed paths with Samuel, his gaze held a knowing intensity that made your pulse race, and you found it increasingly difficult to concentrate on anything other than the lingering taste of his kiss and the way it had ignited something deep within you.
By the time the day drew to a close, you had not only finished the Johnson account but had surpassed even your own expectations. You had worked faster, harder, as though his kiss had unlocked a new drive inside you—a fervent desire to succeed, to push your limits, and to impress him.
As you gathered your things to leave, Samuel appeared at your desk again, this time with a slight smirk playing on his lips, the satisfaction evident in his expression.
“Good work today, (Y/N),” he said, his tone smooth, but there was an edge to it, a hint of something playful yet serious. “I think we can continue this... method of motivation tomorrow. Don’t you agree?”
You met his eyes, your heart pounding, but there was no denying it—you were already hooked.
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details: NSFW under the cut, fem bodied reader, p in v (samuel puts you in full nelson), cunnilingus, nipple play, possessive sex, he slaps your kitty, mirror sex, slight exhibitionism, public sex (?), unprotected, toxic rs
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You and Samuel's relationship, to put it lightly, had always been a roller coaster. Sure, you had your happy moments, but they never lasted long before you were fighting over something. And when you weren't fighting, you both became ghosts to each other—minimal interactions, going to bed with your backs turned. You tried to end things multiple times, and Samuel let it happen. Because one thing Samuel knew for certain was that you'd always come back.
The first time you broke up with him, he was desperate—begging you to come back, and you did. After that, though, it became a routine. He no longer took the breakups seriously, knowing that with enough sweet words and pleading, you'd always return.
But this time was different.
This time, he miscalculated. He didn't take the breakup seriously, and that was his mistake, because this time you stood firm. No amount of texts, missed calls, or even the bouquets he sent to your door swayed you. You stayed gone. And it took him a while to realize you meant it this time.
So he tried to move on. He cut contact, tried to distract himself. But the truth was, he hadn't moved on at all.
Curiosity got the better of him after a few months, and he found out you were seeing someone else. What's that saying again? Oh, right—curiosity killed the cat.
That was what brought him here, to this crowded club. Samuel wasn’t here to meet new people—well, maybe that was part of it—but the real reason was to drown his sorrows. He knew he looked pathetic, but he didn’t care. It wasn’t like he could just start beating some random person to release all his pent-up frustration.
Fuck. He shouldn’t be so affected by this. He should have moved on by now, yet just seeing your face in his mind was enough to send him right back to square one.
From the corner of his eye, he saw someone sit down beside him, but he didn’t pay it any mind.
"Hi there," a voice said, and it was a voice he knew all too well. His eyes slowly shifted from the bottle of soju in front of him to you, sitting right next to him. He was speechless. Maybe he’d already had too much to drink.
"Don’t look at me like that. Is there something wrong with my face?" you said with a friendly smile. Too friendly.
“You…” Samuel breathed out.
“Me?” you asked casually, glancing down at the menu in your hand.
“What are you doing here?” he asked, his voice gruff. “I’m with my friends,” you replied. With your friends, Samuel repeated silently in his head. Was the guy you were seeing here too? Is that why you were acting so composed while he sat there looking like a washed-up loser?
Samuel ran a hand through his messy hair, then reached for another bottle. “I’ll pay,” he suddenly said when he saw you about to order a drink. You raised an eyebrow, a small smile tugging at your lips. “If you say so,” you hummed, not passing up the opportunity.
Samuel’s thoughts were a mess. He couldn’t quite settle on what he wanted to say to you. It was like there were too many emotions swirling in his head, all fighting for dominance.
“…And what are you doing here?” you asked, pulling him out of his thoughts.
“Just wanted to relax,” he replied. A half-truth.
“Didn’t know clubs were your thing,” you said, watching him down the rest of his drink.
“They’re not,” he responded bluntly. You noticed the sharpness in his tone and decided to drop it.
A few moments of silence passed before he finally asked, “So… what have you been up to?”
“You know, the usual,” you said as your drink arrived.
Samuel couldn’t help but look at you. His heart felt heavier with each glance. You both talked for a bit, exchanging stories about what had been going on in your lives. It was almost surreal, sitting here, talking like this after everything. "And what about that guy you're seeing? Is he with you tonight?" Samuel asked, trying to sound indifferent but not quite succeeding. You froze for a moment, awkwardly tracing the rim of your glass. "Oh… uh, no. He’s, um, busy," you mumbled.
Samuel stared ahead, but a smirk tugged at his lips. He knew that look, that tone—a sign of trouble. "Too busy for you?" he asked, tilting his head, testing the waters. You nodded, still focused on your glass, completely missing the way Samuel was watching you now, like a predator who had just spotted an opening.
"Oh?" he raised an eyebrow, his voice dripping with faux surprise. "That’s a shame. I thought you two were doing well."
You could hear the mockery in his voice. “Samuel—” you started.
"I had a feeling he wasn’t good enough for you," he interrupted, his eyes really meeting yours for the first time that night. "Don’t," you said, your voice carrying a warning that wasn’t as firm as you intended it to be.
Samuel leaned in, his hand lightly brushing against your arm before he gripped your wrist, pulling you closer. "Tell me I’m wrong," he challenged, his voice low. "Tell me you don’t miss me. Tell me you don’t miss us."
Your eyes flicked between his hand on your wrist and his face. You bit your lip, glancing elsewhere, unable to meet his intense gaze. "We broke up for a reason," you muttered, more as a reminder to yourself than to him. He grinned, leaning even closer until his lips were just inches from yours. "People make mistakes. Doesn’t mean we can’t fix them."
Your breath hitched as you looked up at him. There was hesitation in your eyes, but there was something else there too. Something dangerous. That same fire that once burned between you two was beginning to ignite again.
Samuel could see it in the way your eyes trailed over his features.
He leaned in even further, his lips brushing against your ear. "I can make you forget about him," he whispered, his breath hot against your skin. "Just give me one night."
Your breath was shaky as you exhaled, and in that moment, he knew he had you. You didn’t say a word, but the way your fingers curled into his shirt and pulled him closer was all the confirmation he needed.
Just like that, you were lured in, caught in the hunter’s trap once again.
But you could hardly care about that now, could you? Not when his tongue is tangled with yours in a passionate kiss. The bathroom is dark and, surprisingly, fragrant.
Samuel hoists you onto the counter, his hands sliding up your thighs, bunching your dress around your hips as he positions himself between your legs. His hands roam your body, alternating between groping and kneading, desperate to feel as much of you as he can. He breaks the kiss, trailing his lips down your neck, sucking and leaving marks on your collarbone.
It’s as if he’s been starved of touch, and you’re the first to offer it to him. In a way, that’s exactly how it feels, considering how much he’s buried himself in work just to try and forget. “Missed you so much, princess,” he murmurs against your skin, continuing his descent.
He pulls down the front of your dress—along with your bra—to take one of your breasts into his mouth. Your fingers tangle in his hair as you sigh in pleasure, his mouth on one breast while he kneads the other. His hand slides down to your waist, tugging your underwear off in one swift motion.
Samuel pulls back for a moment, your hardened nipple glistening with saliva in the dim light. He drags you closer to the edge of the counter before dropping to his knees, pressing his face between your thighs. Your legs instinctively close around his head at the sudden rush of contact, and he pinches your thigh lightly in response. A gasp escapes your lips as he begins devouring you like a man starved. His thoughts are singular: He’s missed you, your taste, the way you feel, and the sound of your moans, even if they’re muffled by your hand.
“No one’s going to hear. Put your hand down,” he orders, his voice rough. It’s not a suggestion; it’s a command. But since when have you ever listened to him? You shake your head, and he rolls his eyes.
“Suit yourself,” he mutters before diving back in, tongue plunging into you. Flicking, sliding, and pressing that soft muscle against your core until your mind starts to blur. The room seems to fade into nothingness.
The only thing you’re aware of is the soft, warm slide of his tongue, the pressure he applies in just the right spots, and the ragged sound of his breathing as he loses himself in the moment. His hands grip your thighs firmly, grounding you, yet the way his mouth works against you sends your mind spinning, your heart pounding in your ears.
“Sammy—! Sammy, ’m gonna—” You choke out, teetering on the edge of release, your body trembling under the intensity. Your body arches involuntarily, your breath catching in your throat. A warmth floods through your veins, a mix of anticipation and inevitability as you teeter on the brink. Your hands grasp for anything—his hair, the countertop—desperately seeking an anchor as your mind goes blank, overwhelmed by sensation.
He doesn’t let up, continuing his relentless attack on your body. No, he plans to make you cum twice—maybe even three times—on his tongue before he even considers fucking you. And when he does, it won’t be in this tasteless club bathroom. Oh no. He’s going to take you home, or maybe to a nearby hotel, where he can have you all to himself.
This place isn’t worthy of what he has in mind.
The thing is, you’re still hesitant. Samuel would’ve let it slide—he would’ve—if he hadn’t caught the way you kept glancing at your boyfriend’s messages. Something in him snapped.
You were worried about that guy when Samuel was right there? Yeah, forget the nice guy act. He’s going to make sure you forget all about that boy tonight. He’ll make sure you’re so utterly consumed by him that you won’t even remember anyone else’s name but his.
“Eyes on the mirror,” he growls, his voice thick with authority as he grips your jaw, forcing your gaze forward. His fingers press against your cheek, making sure you watch—making sure you see. You can see yourself, spread so sinfully wide as he thrusts his cock into you.
Your knees are pulled back towards your chest, his strong arms wrapped securely around your thighs, his feet planted firmly on the bed. Your hands cling weakly to his strong arms as he pounds into you, every brutal thrust making your body tremble, tears forming in your eyes, and drool pooling at the corner of your lips.
“You’re drivin’ me fuckin’ crazy,” he rasps, fingers pressing harder into your cheeks. “The nerve you’ve got—” Plap! “to still be texting—” Plap! “that guy, after what we did in that bathroom?” The wet slap of skin meeting skin punctuates each word, echoing through the room. “Didn’t mean to—jus’—ah! I wanted t’check my—” you sob, unable to finish your sentence. “Your notifications?” he spits out, finishing for you. “Don’t give me that bullshit. I know you’re still thinking about him.” His voice is venomous, and you can only shake your head in a weak attempt to deny it.
Irritation flares in him, and he goes harder, his pace relentless. You can’t do anything but moan and whimper, your nails digging into the inked skin of his forearms. The bed creaks beneath you as he takes you harder, faster, as if punishing you for daring to think of anyone but him. Each punishing thrust sends him deep, hitting that perfect spot inside you over and over again, the hard press of his hips making your whole body rock.
“I’m gonna ruin this pussy for him,” he growls into your neck, his teeth grazing your skin as if to mark you, to brand you as his. “Fucking ruin it f’anyone. You’ll be mine. You hear me? All. Fucking. Mine.” His fingers release your face to give your clit a sharp slap, the line between pleasure and pain dissolves completely.
The sting sparks through you, making you whimper, but you can’t even register the pain anymore—not when the pleasure has you teetering on the edge of something overwhelming. The sound of your voice, broken and breathless as you cry out his name, drives him to push you closer to your breaking point
You can barely think, let alone speak. Only nodding in compliance, your body wracked with orgasm after orgasm, your walls spasming around him as you come undone again and again.
Suddenly, the sound of a phone ringing cuts through the haze. Was it yours or Samuel’s? A quick glance tells you everything—it’s yours. Samuel’s eyes follow yours to see your boyfriend’s name flashing across the screen. His expression shifts from displeasure to something far more wicked, a twisted smirk spreading across his lips.
“Go on, answer it,” he whispers in your ear.
“But—” you try to protest, but one sharp look from him silences you. That look, the one that always makes heat pool between your legs. Reluctantly, you reach for your phone.
“Hello?” you manage to say, your voice trembling despite your best efforts. Samuel watches you, his possessive gaze locked on your face, savoring every second of your struggle. For a moment, he slows his thrusts, allowing you to speak—just long enough to give you a false sense of control. Then, with one brutal motion, he drives himself deeper into you, hitting that spot inside you that makes your mind go blank.
You nearly choke on a gasp, but you stifle it with your hand. You glance at Samuel, only to be met with his smug, shit-eating grin. Another brutal thrust, and suddenly, he’s back to his relentless pace, dragging his cock in and out of you with such savage intensity that you can’t hold back anymore.
You bite down on your lip, eyes squeezed shut as tears of pleasure stream down your cheeks, your phone slipping from your grasp.
Samuel catches it effortlessly, pressing it to his ear. “Too bad you’re not here to see her like this. But don’t worry—I’m taking good care of her,” he taunts, his voice laced with a dark satisfaction. The panicked voice on the other end makes him chuckle before he ends the call, setting your phone to ‘do not disturb' and tossing it aside.
{Name} was a naive, sweet, kind and soft spoken person. Samuel was a sick, sadistic man. So...how did a person like 𝕪𝕠𝕦 get the attention of a man like 𝕙𝕚𝕞?
Well...
One day as {Namd} was feeding the stray cats, she saw a tall figure walk past, a very tall figure. She paid no mind to it until she noticed something on the ground.
She soon realize that the tall figure from earlier must had drop it and went to go investigate, it was a a black, fancy looking wallet. {Name} being the kind hearted girl she was chased the figure down.
When she finally caught up, the tall figure turned out to be a man, he gave {Name} an odd look, she than explained that he might have dropped his wallet and was returning it. It took a few moments for what was happening to click in the man's head, when it did, he quickly grabed his wallet and thanked {Name}.
When he tried to offer money, she refused, claiming that it was just a good deed. The man chuckled and introduced himself as 𝐒𝐚𝐦𝐮𝐞𝐥 𝐒𝐞𝐨.
{Name} introduced herself right back, extending a friendly hand, Samuel's larger hand shook it, with a 'Nice to meet you'.
When {Name} said her goodbyes, for {Name} what was a small gesture and a small conversation, was so SO much more too Samuel. He was first to walk away, he needed as much as information about {Name} as possible. She was so perfect, who was she?
Fast forward a few montsh and Samuel knew 𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕣𝕪𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘 about {Name}- well he knew everything about the first week. He had been stalking {Name}, following everywhere, apartment, store, gas station, work. That's how he figured out just how lonely {Name} really was.
Of course {Name} was lonely, she moved to Korea from the states, escapeing her abusive family. Awhile Samuel knew all this {Name} weas unaware of anything. Just trying to live her life in peace. Samuel was okay with that. ℍ𝕖 could give her a peaceful life.
Soon Samuel started showing up at random places in your life, you were shopping at 11:00 for some snacks? How odd, so was he! Going to the fair? So is he! He also 'accidentally' bought tow VIP tickets.
As the months fly by {Name} AND Samuel creaste a strong bond. {Name} has always wondered whats it's like Tok have a true friend and now she does!
Samuel is of course happy too! His plan was falling into place. He has gained {Name}'s trust, his sweet little {Name} was so naive it was adorable honesty.
She'll be all his soon enough.
One day as Samuel and {Name} we're hanging out at his place, she casually mentioned someone asking her out and her accepting. What the hell, who on this living planet had the balls to ask out his women?
Samuel of course was not okay and decided there and than that today would be 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 day. So he offered you some of your favorite drink to you and you accepted, sucks you didn't see him slip in the crushed sleeping pills into her drink.
She took the drink thinking nothing but once finished was very tired. You yawne and before you know it, your past out.
She wakes up hours later in some room made of concreat, you freaks out and cries not knowing what was happening. That when Samuel walks, she stars in disbelief as he asked what's wrong. What's wrong?
{Name} yells and screams at him to know what was going on and what sick game this was he was playing with her. Samuel didn't appreciate being yelled at especially since he save her, how ungreatful.
He walks up to her and slaps her, telling her to behave and act right. She stops and stars as she felt the stinging pain on her cheek. She can't believe this is happening to her, why her out of all people?
As the weeks fly by, {Name} has baged and cried to please be let go, Samuel doesn't understand why his darling is so upset with him, he has given her everything thing. Gold, diamonds, jewels, favorite snacks and food, favorite drinks, cuddles, expensive design fuzzy cloths. Everything he could think of and she is still scared of him and begging to be let go.
He has even given her 𝕤𝕖𝕩 thinking she was just tense but she screamed and cried the entire time begging him to stop. He obviously didn't because he wanted to make sure she was taken care of.
After that incident something changed inside of his {Name}. She stopped crying and screaming all the time, which should have made him happy but it didn't. She just stayed in the corner wrapped up in a blanket and would just sit there. Anytime Samuel would come near her she would cry and beg to be left alone.
It broke Samuel heart to see his darling so scared of him.
As the months go by {Name} became more obedient. Listening to Sam when he would talk about his day at work. Eating the snacks and meals he would bring down to her. After awhile even talking about her day and what she did to keep herself Intertaned.
Samuel was happy and even began to let her out more. Not outside just to the rest of his mansion. She was allowed to used the rest room when she wanted and was allowed to be in the kitchen if she wanted too cook. Samuel would always say it's 𝕙𝕖𝕣 kitchen anyway.
Soon {Name} began to sleep in the same bed as Samuel, the one time when she went to going sleep back in 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 room he freaked out and asked if he had upset her in any way. Safe to say that she just started sleeping with him every night. Soon his room was filled with her cloths and jewels. Soon it was 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕚𝕣 room.
Now 3 years later and his women was in the kitchen cooking him dinner in a little tight dress as he worked. She was definitely asking to be pregnant which Samuel was fine with.
summary: samuel tries to get through the night until a run-in with you shakes things up. coincidence? he thinks not.
author's note: my samuel brainrot is at its peak right now so expect a lot of works of him 😔 | masterlist
You'd think Samuel would love clubs.
I mean, he does.
But he doesn't like it when he's there for work.
A club is supposed to be a relaxing place to get away from work. But now he's here for work? Everything about it pissed him off.
The pounding music, the fake laughter of his coworkers, and the way people stared at him like he was some rare animal. Tonight wasn’t any different, and he wished he were anywhere else.
But no. When work calls, Samuel Seo answers. That’s how he ended up sitting in the VVIP section, sipping whiskey and pretending he wasn’t seconds away from losing his patience.
He wasn’t planning to notice anyone tonight. He was here to handle business, not make small talk.
But then, you come up to him.
“Can I get you anything else?”
Your voice was polite and professional, but when Samuel looked up, he could tell you were nervous. You were holding a tray, standing stiffly, like you weren't used to it.
You were young and currently new to the job. That's why you avoided his gaze.
And that caught his attention.
“No.” he said curtly, turning back to his drink. He wasn’t here to play nice.
You hesitated, shifting your weight like you wanted to say something else, but then you just nodded and left. He figured that was the end of it.
He didn’t think about you again until he saw one of the regulars grab your wrist. The guy was leaning in, slurring something in your ear, and trying to pull away, your polite smile barely masking the discomfort.
Samuel sighed. Just his fucking luck.
Before he could stop himself, he was out of his seat and crossing the room.
“She said let go.” Samuel said, his voice low and cutting through the noise.
The man froze, his face going pale. “Hey, I didn’t mean-”
“Did I ask?” Samuel shot back, his glare sharp enough to silence the guy.
The creep muttered a quick apology and slunk off, leaving you staring up at Samuel with wide eyes.
“Oh God, thank y-” you exhaled, voice shaky, but Samuel cuts you off before you could finish your sentence.
“Don’t thank me.” he said, sharper than he needed to be. “Just stay out of trouble and keep out of my way.”
Your face fell. You thought to yourself. "I was just trying to thank him, so why the hell is he being so bitchy?!"
Samuel didn’t stick around to care. He turned on his heel and headed back to his seat, already regretting getting involved.
The next morning, Samuel finds himself at the convenience store near his apartment, looking for coffee... and a pack of cigarettes.
At least, it was quiet until someone reached for the last pack of his brand at the same time he did.
“Sorry.” you mumbled, and he looked over to see you.
The girl at the club. Of course.
“Small world.” He muttered, glancing from you to the cigarettes.
You blinked at him, then grabbed the pack. “Uh, I got here first.”
Samuel raised an eyebrow. “Did you?”
“Yes..?” you snapped, gripping the pack like it was gold.
Samuel smirked. “Can you even afford these?”
Your jaw drops, and you glare at him like he’d just insulted your entire existence. “Excuse me?!”
“You heard me.” he said, enjoying how your face flushed with irritation.
“Man, fuck this guy.” you mumbled but intentionally said it loud enough to make him hear it while yanking the pack toward you.
"Sure." Samuel couldn’t help but laugh: two people fighting over a pack of cigarettes like it was life or death.
After a minute, Samuel sighed and let go.
“Fine,” he said. “Take them. Maybe smoking will help with that attitude of yours.”
You muttered something under your breath that he didn’t catch... or maybe he just didn’t care. He grabbed his coffee and left, the faintest smirk still tugging at his lips.
After that, Samuel kept running into you. It was really starting to annoy the both of you. At the club, at the store, even once at a coffee shop.
But somewhere along the way, the both of your bickerings turns into something else.
One night, outside the club, you and Samuel just end up sitting together while he smoked. You start talking about your shitty job, your useless coworkers, and your pet dog. It wasn’t until you ask why Samuel didn't like clubs that he realized he’d been listening to you for a solid ten minutes.
“They put all the attention on me.” he said, flicking ash off his cigarette.
You snort. “Yeah, poor you.”
Samuel looks over at you, ready to snap back, but you were smiling. Not the fake, customer-service smile he was used to seeing, but something real. He didn’t know what to do with it, so he just let the conversation drift into silence.
Around a month later, Samuel spots you again. Fortunately, you weren't working this time.
He watched as you stumble through the crowd, laughing with your friends and taking shots like you didn’t have a care in the world.
...Aand then you bump into him.
“Samuel!” you exclaim, grin wide and a little too bright.
“You’re drunk." he said, glancing down at you.
“You’re observant.” you shot back, giggling.
Samuel sighed, grabbing your arm. “C’mon. Let’s get you out of here before you embarrass yourself.”
“What, are you taking me to bed?” you tease, poking him in the chest.
Samuel froze. You tone was playful, but something about your words stuck. For a second, he actually considered it.
“Don’t tempt me.” he muttered, his voice low and rough.
"I'm tempting you right now."
Your eyes narrow, and a smug grin forms on your face. Before either the both of you could think twice, Samuel leaned in and kisses you on the lips.
Fuck.
"Oh, so we're doing this now?"
"Yeah."
He leans in again for another one, but it wasn’t soft or sweet like the first — it was messy, desperate, and so fucking good. His hands grip your waist, pulling you closer as your fingers tangled in his hair.
When you and Samuel finally broke apart, the both of you were breathless.
“Still think I’m an asshole?” Samuel asks, smirking down at you.
“Definitely.” you said, grinning as you pull him back in for another kiss.
