#sejun fic

one.

Hot breaths. High-pitched moans. Toes curled. It was the flip of a page that brought you back to reality, the situation rather awkward in real-time. Lights shined so bright onto the bed that you were nearly blinded, fixed on keeping your eyes open and in contact with your partner. This was show business. No, the entire business.

"Cut!" the director called out. A man who you had known for less than two years that sent you into the rabbit hole himself. A loud bell rang, followed by most of the equipment shutting off to save on battery and power.

"What the hell was that?" the rough voice called, the director's footsteps nearing the bed.

Sitting upright, your assistant handed you your robe, the fabric wrapping tightly around you as you stood on the marble flooring. The director was pissed, your mind clearly elsewhere during the scene. Face red, he held the rolled-up script in his hand with full force, the thin stack of papers bending in the middle.

"You sounded like if I put a laugh track version of moans into the fucking recording." you always hated his harshness, but today, specifically, he had a point.

"I'm sorry." you apologized, lowering your head to share your sincerity.

"The entire reel is rigged with your false moans. What happened to the facade you always play out? You're the one that can't control anything until she can. You were like half a person today." he groaned, index finger and thumb pressed against the bridge of his nose in frustration. "This isn't going to work." he complied.

"What?" you asked, the breath in your throat caught as you choked on air.

"What do you mean?" a voice called from your right. Your partner - a nearly flawless man, stood with his brows creased in concern and confusion. "We've done three takes today alone."

"And none of it is going to be used. Not in my work." the director spat at him, eyeing him and him only. "You had no effect on her! You couldn’t fuck a tree with your skills."

Your partner's teeth gritted. His assistant jumped to her feet to collide her hand against his chest, requesting that he brush it off and call it a day.

"Take her advice." the director commanded. "Considering you're off the casting."

He didn't like that, tongue popping as his head shook. Gripping his towel in his hand, he threw it onto the director's head, both men vibrating in anger.

"This isn't your fault." the director turned to you, settling as your - now previous - partner finally exited the scene. "I need to get you with someone that really riles you up. Have anyone in mind?"

Your eyes blinked in thought, mind running over your mental list of other stars whose work you praised enough to wish you had a part with, but none came to mind that would, in theory – ‘rile you up’.

Shaking your head, he sighed, pushing his mic from his face to speak to you in private from the other staff members wearing headsets.

"I suppose I need to go to the casting office and look over head-shots. You take care of yourself," he said, taking his leave.

You took in a sharp breath, the day rambunctious enough. Just as you turned to find your assistant, who always stayed close, your eyes caught the form of someone.

The director's smile in your peripheral, a man stood before him that made your breath hitch. Your knees grew weak just at the sight of him from a distance. You watched him attentively. The director nodded with the conversation before his hand shot up, finger pointing at your nervous body stationed idle beside the bed like a deer in headlights. They exchanged smiles, both men making their way over to you.

"Look who I ran into!" grinned the director with incitement. "Y/N, this is Sejun."

He offered you his hand, his touch gliding against yours as if his skin was water. You were in trouble. The director had worked with you multiple times now, and he knew the business well enough to know when one star was infatuated with another. Though no words had passed by him, you could tell he had observed the way your knees buckled against the bed as Sejun's larger hand caressed yours.

"I think we've got a deal going here!" he chimed, all too happy to be witnessing you puddle for the man before you. "Sejun's offered to take the open role, so you're in for a ride. Why don't the two of you become acquainted while I go change the paperwork?" he smiled, giving you a Cheshire-like grin the second he got out of Sejun's view, knowing he truly did set you up for a hectic future.

Sejun's title was big, having been in more pornos than you could count on both hands. And he was good, too. Those in his rank only ever got called in if the party was absolutely sure they could live up to the star's expectations, and it was never the other way around. The business had become so franchised, it was no wonder people in his position became snobby about their work. It was practically fed to them, such as this situation was. All Sejun had to do was walk through the set door and he was hired.

It was quite literally the opposite for you. Head-shots and photo-shoots were taken every week to make you seem appealing to those that ran the tracks. You worked like crazy, only learning that once you were actually in the porn business, viewers were more concerned with getting off to specific aspects of the films, and not you entirely. You went through the longest process to get hired, dealing with creepy men and women that were more ‘out to get you’ than your costars were. It was terrifying, but you struck out with your current company. The same one leading you to this exact situation.

"I didn't mean to intrude," Sejun said respectfully, your eyes lighting up at his manners.

"No, you aren't at all," you said slyly, watching his lips curl up. "In fact, I was just about to head to my dressing-room. Why don't you follow me and I can help you go over the script?"

"Sure thing." he grinned, letting you take the lead. Your assistant eyed you carefully as she watched you give her a pleading look to not disturb the moment.

Another person in the business; your assistant had been with you since the day you started at the company. It not only was your first day, but it was her own at the same time. Both of you lost in a new world forced to figure it all out, of course - most naturally - you went easy on one another. She always had your back, knowing your key movements while working to call a time out, or even a tap out. It was a tricky business, but with her by your side, and you at hers, you configured it well.

"It's on the right." you smiled back at Sejun, watching his cheeks rush with color for a second before you faced front again.

Clicking open the door, the three of you moved in, shut into the privacy of the small room with little knowledge of your next moves. Sejun was set to co-star with you now, or you co-star with him - another bruise of the business you just had to deal with - so becoming neutral with him was going to have to happen, and fast.

"So, you were working on a scene already?" Sejun asked, noticing your robe hung loosely around your body, making you feel insecure.

Watching you, your fingers rushed to close the robe tighter to your body. Curves poking from the fabric. You missed the way his tongue ran over his bottom lip, a note your assistant took accordingly.

"Uh," you stuttered suddenly, overtaken by the way his eyes traced your face as he sat in a soft chair in front of you, legs spread widely as he grew comfortable. "Yeah! Yeah, actually we finished a few minutes before you showed up."

"Abruptly." your assistant added, a head tilt shot towards her from Sejun. He hadn't seen what followed the scene, much less your - prior - partner stomping off the set in sheer anger. "It's a long story."

"Do tell," Sejun said, his confidence through the roof as his eyes shifted between you and your assistant. "I’d like to know what I'm getting into, if you don't mind." Placing his elbow on his thigh, he held his chin in the palm of his hand, watching both of you like you were a movie.

You shared a glance at your assistant, her words echoing quickly in the silent room. "Her partner wasn't working to his full potential. Really pissed off our director."

"He couldn't make you cum?" he asked, not missing a beat.

The heat from your cheeks scorched your entire body head to toe, hopefully not as obvious as it felt. Even your assistant stuttered for a second, faltered by his straight-forward lingo.

"Ye-Yeah." you began. "He was kind of just twiddling his thumbs the entire time pretending he was doing the most."

His laughter in your ear gave you a cooling-down period, smile wide as he rocked back and forth in the seat. His face contorted as he chuckled, sitting back against the cushion. His hand slapped against his thigh when his sight met your form again.

"Always the newbies. I take it you have more - better experience, right?"

You nodded, his head following suit as he stood. Gingerly requesting the two copies of the film's script from your assistant, he sat back down. The pages flipped as his eyes scanned the words thoroughly, lips twisting when he read over something that caught his attention.

"That's the issue. This makes sense as to why your previous partner failed you." his words leered you on, but he didn't follow with a solution. "We should have fun with this, you and I." he smirked at you, your knees buckling again from the look in his eyes.

"I'll leave you to it." your assistant said, giving you a sideways smile as she left the room. Arms in the air, she shrugged at your hesitant glance.

The air from the door swinging open as your assistant exited made chill bumps go over your skin, shivering lightly. Picking up the second script from where you left off, the sticky notes labeled throughout the pages made you give out a light laugh.

"She's so organized," you said to yourself. Sejun's eyes followed your voice, watching the smile rise on your lips before you looked back toward him. "I think that she believes in me too much, considering there are more notes in this script than words on the pages. Look, she even labeled where I moaned the least," you said, moving towards him and bending down to let him see the noted script.

Your breath caught in your lungs as his cologne found its way into your nostrils, smile fading for a second as you caught yourself being more relaxed with him than you planned. Knees near the floor, you crouched beside the chair he sat in, his body moving to the edge to lean against the arm, reading the notes diligently. His aroma was thick but soft, expressions similar to an old friend than a new coworker. His smile and laugh made your hands shake.

"Trade with me?" he asked, holding out his gently used script for your inordinately used one. Swapping them, you watched his face focus in on the red sticky notes - properly color-coated by your assistant, herself. Bottom teeth sunk between his teeth, he stood, glancing at you with another cherishing smile.

Stepping before you on the tile of the dressing room, he held out his hand flat, gesturing for you to place yours on top of his. Not following his thought-process, your hand glided over his once more, the roughness of his fingers making you wonder what else he did besides this work. His eyes were on yours, thumb moving around the back of your hand to hold it to his own. With a gentle tug, you jolted towards him, chests pressed together in a fix of envy.

"You weren't expecting me, were you?" he asked, face locked in a mode you had yet to see. Eyes becoming shaded, his touch against you was warm, welcoming, but his face read sensual.

Stuttering from being held so close to him so soon, you strayed from his tactics. "I-I suppose I didn't. I've seen you around, but I never imagined we would be with each other."

His face looked mixed, supportive of your sentence as a smirk pulled at the corner of his mouth. Tempting you, his hand left yours, cascading down your arm and to your waist, falling onto the small of your back with a light pull closer. Breathing the same air, you felt dizzy. Controlled while still stable, he was exhilarating.

"You're so beautiful." the words slipped off his tongue as if he said it a thousand times, a nerve hitting in your body.

Attempting to concentrate on something else for a moment, he moved even closer. Lips pressed between your own, you were stumped. His lips were like whipped cream on a smooth surface, the feeling so luscious you didn't want to pull away. His hand guided your lower body into his, thumb soothing itself over the satin fabric of your robe. From the gentle movements, a moan passed from your mouth to his, the pull of his smirk making your eyes open. His eyes were still closed, hold on you tight as he stayed in the moment. You tried to see him more- take notice of the way his hips rocked against you, his tongue floating on yours as a groan escaped him, his body reacting to your small tugs.

Oxygen refilled both of you as you pulled away. The two scripts were discarded on the floor, the sticky notes blowing around in the room from the light wind of air beneath the door. Your eyes blinked quickly, tunnel vision from the rush of feelings making you sway in his arms. With a chuckle, he released you, peering around the room. Awkward air, though satisfied, his hand moved to the back of his neck to rub it.

"You didn't say your line right." he laughed, your eyebrows furrowed together in confusion.

"Sorry?" you questioned, his eyes regaining their bright glow.

"Your lines in the script," he said, bending down to pick up his script. Following him, you found the labeled stick-notes, piling them onto the white pages as you held them in your hand. "I was learning our lines."

Your knees buckled again as you stood, realizing what had happened. You were meant to follow your lines, the script detailed with the first scene being a heated make-out. Hand flying to your forehead, Sejun belted out a loud laugh as the door opened.

"They want both of you on set in ten for the scene we left off on." your assistant called out, noticing your flustered state along with Sejun's humorous one.

"Uh," you said roughly, shuffling towards the door to hand her the pile of notes along with your script. "I kind of dropped that."

A light sigh fell from her, a look of disappointment on her face as she backed out of the room. Looking over your shoulder at Sejun, he was still in a fit of laughter, bent over holding his stomach before standing up straight again.

"I guess practice went well?" he asked you, a tilt of your head making his smile widen. "The scene you left off on was scene four, right?" his fingers flipped through the pages again, landing on the upcoming scene you were meant to film minutes from where you stood.

"Y-Yeah." you coughed out, finding your bottle of water before chugging some down, trying to calm yourself.

It hit you that you were about to have sex with this man and that the small exchange you just had was real. He stood inches from you, breathing in calmly as his eyes scanned over the script, lips twisted again.

"You'll enjoy it." he cheered, referring to the scene as he went walking past you, out the door with another smirk on his face.

All of the bodies rushing around as the scene was set to start, you were dizzy again. The entire aroma was new to you. In your line of work, you casually spent time with co-workers creating friendships before scenes even took place. That was how you decided to go about your work, but this situation was entirely different. Your hands shook from nervousness, the sight of your assistant making her way over to you relieving.

“You look like you’ve seen a ghost.” She stated frenziedly, eyes scanning over your pale body.

“I haven’t, but you might if I get in bed with that man.” You slumped against the wall out of sight of the staff, your perked lips making you take in a deep breath.

“We went over the script, but he didn’t tell me we were going over the script, so I fucked up my lines and embarrassed myself.” You sighed.

The corner of her mouth rose up with a light laugh, her hand pressing against your cheek with a happy expression.

“Someone has a crush on her new co-star.”

Sejun peered around the corner of the wall where you stood, his grin and short wave pulling your attention from what your assistant said. He motioned for you to come to him, your legs pulling you along affirmatively until you were stationed in front of him with the director at your side.

“I take it you’re now acquainted?”

Your nod made him clap with a cheer, the clipboard in his hands slamming against his palm with a loud smack making you blink. His rapid movements only caused your heart to race faster, pulling and your wrist to bring you over to the bed.

“I just know this is going to go well.” He grinned, winking at Sejun and making his way off set.

It was a simple click, lights seeming brighter when the director’s voice rung even louder.

“Action!”

two.

He was positioned above you, a smoldered look on his face when his head slipped between your head a shoulder. Open mouth kisses trailed down your neck, your moans soft but picked up by the boom-mic overhead.

“This was what you wanted, isn’t it?” he mewled against your hot skin, stuck in the middle of his role. “To get to fuck me while your boyfriend’s gone camping with his friends, hmm?”

“Yes, fuck!” his hips charged into yours, your legs around his waist to keep him close losing their longevity when he decided to thrust against you. “I planned it out all by myself, aren’t you proud of me?” you gleamed up at him when he pulled away, hands pressed into the soft mattress above your head with a grin on his face.

“Yes, you did so well, baby.” He growled against your breast, pulling the cup of your bra down to expose your nipple to the air, taking it in his mouth.

His voice had you drooling, his hard cock under his thin shorts rocking against you making you whine into the stale air. Lips wrapped around one of the sensitive buds on your chest, his teeth lightly scraped against them when he veered back, pressing his entire body weight down on your core and leaving it there.

“Oh fuck! Shit, that feels so good!” you called out, the solid stimulation on your clothed clit making you rock back and forth for more friction while he sat still.

“Use me. Use me like the bad girl you are.” He commanded. Your upper-body raising to run your hands through his hair, you brought him back down to lay on top of you.

Fingers lacing through his short, dark locks, his groan against your lips made you let out a breath, the open space enough time for him to shove his tongue into your mouth. You blinked, caught by surprise. He was toying with you; this isn’t in the script.

You took it as a challenge, running one of your hands down his body to hold onto his defined hip bone, pushing at the area only to pull it back, adding to the sensation between your bodies. A growl pressed against your mouth, sounding down your throat as he pulled back.

“You want to play like that?” he asked, the light sound of the director flipping the script mulling the staff around you, Sejun was the only one you could see right now.

His hold on you grew stronger, your playful nod only veering him on as his skillful fingers unclasped the bra around your torso in one swift movement. Discarding the item with a quick toss, your underwear was halfway down your thighs before his tongue was sinking into you, a loud cry coming from your lips. His wet muscle flattened against your bundle of nerves, a sudden pattern being drawn around your clit as you rocked against his face. Fingers still pulling on his hair, your hips moved on their own accord, your head falling back against the pillow with a loud cry of pleasure.

“Fuck! You’re going to make me cum!” he was already five steps ahead of your last co-star.

You could feel his grin against your core, his hand running down your stomach to meet with his face between your thighs. Gently running the pad of his middle finger across your entrance, your core clenched around the digit as it sunk in, a whimpered call of his fake name in the air.

His finger pumped in and out of you, the long trace he left inside of you only making you push harder against his face. Your body shuddered, on edge and so close that you could see spots in place of the white lights around. A few more motions of his tongue, his index finger joined within you, the two digits curling in the direction that had you thrashing against him and the mattress, your arousal leaking past his fingers and onto the sheets while he lapped it up.

“How’s that for a pool boy?” he grinned, a loud snap sounding in front of the bed.

“Cut! That was perfect! More than perfect, I think we have the new duo of the company!”

You sat up, slightly dazed as Sejun’s hand rubbed at your back. Your assistant stood at the edge of the bed, a shocked look on her face as she handed your robe to you, helping you stand and pull it around your numbed body.

“So, did you enjoy that?” Sejun’s deep voice was like a song in your head, turning to find him sitting with his knees bent in the middle of the mattress, a wicked smile on his face.

“I did.” You blushed, a hint of pleasure coming off of him when he stood from the bed, running his hand over his pants to straighten them out over his still-hard member.

“Good, then will you go out to dinner with me tonight?” he asked softly, your assistant trying to nonchalantly look as if she wasn’t eavesdropping.

“I would love to.” You smiled, gifting him your hand as he pressed a kiss onto the back before making his exit.

Your assistant looked flabbergasted, eyes wide as she glared at the side of your head. You watched Sejun’s toned back escape from the set, walking in the direction of the dressing-rooms.

“You’re in trouble.”

three.

The restaurant was full of life, people spouting at each other in conversation through the doors. The rain outside splashed against your shoes as you made it onto the sidewalk from the parking lot, Sejun’s beaming smile meeting your gaze. Stood just outside of the front doors, his hands were clamped behind his back, rocking on his heels as you made your way towards him.

“You look wonderful.” His eyes were absorbed in your outfit, body bending to place a gentle kiss on your cheek before pulling back to offer you his arm. “Ready to go in?”

Guiding you through the centered restaurant, you passed rounded tables crowded with guests eating their large plates. A hostess led you towards a back section, the quieter area lined with leather booths and darker lights. Sejun stopped in front of the table, spinning you around to slide your coat off your shoulders, his fingertips caressing the skin along your arms. Breathing in the familiar scent of his cologne, your eyes shut for a second to take in the moment. His hand placed on your lower back, helping you slide into the booth without flashing anyone else in the section, the gracious manner due to your outfit being incredibly short on your legs.

Your heart skipped a beat watching the man slip into the booth in front of you, his face so captivating under the orange light illuminating from the lamp above. You couldn’t think of words to speak, much less describe the feeling in your gut longing to understand his glistening eyes. It felt like a century passed, the light cough of the waiter standing at the end of the table breaking your intense eye contact.

Sejun didn’t stagger, ordering a large amount of food instead of separate plates, the variety enough to make your mouth water as it filled up the table. The moment the food was brought, Sejun’s voice gained a tone of excitement in it, watching you attentively eat the meal.

“How long have you been in the business?” he asked, sitting back in his booth, wiping his mouth with a napkin.

“A few years.” You began. “It’s nothing like I’ve ever experienced before. Everyone seems to live double lives in the porn business, but I can hardly keep a straight face during any of it. It’s not that I’m unprofessional, I just don’t like that people make it seem so stern.” Your voice trailed off when you noticed he was laughing, nodding at your words before placing his chin in his palm.

“You’re the first person to admit how faulted the system is. I’ve worked with some professionals that take everything so seriously in this film genre that they forgot what it’s like to smile. I’m really glad you’re not like that. It’s refreshing.” He smiled at you, watching you swallow down the last of the food that you could manage.

His eyes were glasses over, an intoxicated look on his face though he hadn’t had a sip of alcohol. Hand slipping past the array of plates, his fingers found the top of your hand, soothing over the knuckles before he moved his arm back to his side.

There was something about the way he looked at you, the expression completely unreadable while also entrancing enough to make you believe sparks were flying. It took all of your might not to stand up and bend over the table to kiss him, wanting nothing more than to feel his lips press against yours again.

It was like he read your mind, winking at you before gesturing for you to slip out of the booth with him. His hand contacted yours again, lacing your fingers together as he walked you through the section, turning a few sharp corners until your eyes met the direction that he was leading you in. The signs for the bathrooms hung over separate doors, his eyes glancing behind you before tugging you into the women’s bathroom, the single-stall lavatory lockable and private.

Your back pressed against the cool door, his lips finding yours after hours, warm and inviting. His tongue tasted like the dessert he finished moments before, the sweet taste lavishing. Hands gliding over your short outfit, his fingers caught the hem, pulling it up to your thighs for you to comfortably bend your knee, lacing the limb around his waist. Your hands floated up his torso, the button-down shirt too easy to open up as your touch found his neck. A groan passed his lips when your hands ran over the vein poking beneath his skin, fingers racing up to fasten his locks between them with short tugs.

His mouth fell agape, pulling your other legs up and lifting you swiftly, setting you down onto the counter. Moaning, your mouth met his neck, kissing and nibbling at the skin as his hips jerked against you. You gasped, his pants tight around his bulge pushed against your core, the thin underwear you wore not enough to hide your arousal. His hand slipped down between your thighs, middle finger pressing against your wetness through your underwear with a groan, your high-pitched whine urging him to carry on.

Finger pressing into you harder, he found your clit when he shifted the digit, your throaty grunt in his ear enough to make him smile at himself in the mirror. A lightbulb seemed to go off in his head, sliding you down from the counter and turning you so that your upper body bent over the cool, granite countertop of the bathroom sink. Your eyes found their reflection in the mirror, the pre-fucked out state already noticeable when you felt his fingers trace the lips of your core once more. Index finger lacing between the fabric and your wetness, he pulled them off to the side, slipping it into you slowly.

You clenched around the digit, gasping again as you heard his zipper become undone, the button of his pants popping open, and the article of clothing around his legs falling to his ankles. His free hand raced up your back, tugging at your hair to catch your attention, his eyes were dark in the mirror.

“Do you want me?” he gritted, the soft features of the man escaping as he stared down at you so open for him.

Your drooling nod was the answer he hoped for, splashing your insides with his precum as he pressed into you. Your eyes shut tight, another pull at your hair making you keep your eyes open. His deep brown eyes sparkled in the bright light of the bathroom, hips pounding into you as your own drilled against the edge of the counter. Your hand moved to your mouth, covering your lips as loud moans were heaved from you.

His hand on your hair released the strands, running along your cheek before two of his fingers slipped between your lips. You hummed at the salty taste of the digits, sucking on them to keep your mouth occupied while he set a new pace. His length thrust so deep into you that the entire counter shook with every movement, the sturdy cabinets built into the furniture rocking against their frames. The noise was too obvious, Sejun’s hips moving at lightning speed.

It still wasn’t enough, and he knew this. He knew that you needed that moment to snap, to break through the threshold. His eyes bored into yours through the mirror, both hands engaged in pleasure and hold. You watched him think things over, the hand on your lip lifting your leg to set your shoe into the sink, the position giving him access to the spot you needed him most.

Your voice cracked, sputtering his name like you were begging for mercy, white filling your irises as you came. The hand on your hip moved down to your sensitive bud, rubbing it in circles to help you fight through your orgasm. His body shuddered, mouth sucking in a large part of your shoulder to muffle his cry of pleasure, filling you to the brim before pulling out of you.

He fell against your back, the leg on the sink moving to hold yourself up as his unsteady breathing echoed in your ear. The light breeze of his scent surrounded you fully, his arms wrapping around your waist as he settled, kissing the spot on your shoulder that he bit into with a chuckle.

“Damn,” his voice was twice as deep as usual, panting as he fixed your underwear and outfit before pulling up his pants. “You are good.”

four.

Your assistant pulled into her parking spot, clamoring out of her car with both arms full of items as she stuttered. “You’re such an idiot, you know.” Her sentence took you by surprise, laughing as she struggled before taking the coffee in one arm and helping her adjust the bag in the other. “Thanks.”

“Mind telling me why you’re insulting me?” you asked her.

She stopped on the sidewalk, turning her entire body in a circle to check that the surroundings were clear. “It’s Sejun.”

Your heart skipped a beat again.

“It would be just your luck that you happen to be having some type of weird affair with a famous pornstar, especially considering he’s one that just-so-happens to fall in love with every co-star he gets paired with.”

Her words sunk through your chest like a knife, your hands fumbling with the coffee before getting a grip. Blinking at her, your voice sounded small.

“So, this entire situation is just him repeating the process over and over again?”

“Indefinitely.”

“I mean-I.” you tried to form a sentence, but even your brain didn’t want to admit what you noticed from the beginning. “That first session in my dressing-room, part of me recognized when someone’s acting. It didn’t feel like he was, but visibly most of his expressions looked like he was used to saying them. I thought it was just because our job calls for acting too.”

“I think it’s just a ruse to get close to you. Like when you have to study for a final; you don’t just study as you would for a test, you try to spice it up and get more details in case a question comes up that you might not have learned.”

Her words hurt. You tried to push the thoughts of Sejun using you as a new project aside, but the sight before you seemed to sum up what your assistant was trying to explain. Sejun was propped up against a wall talking to a woman in lingerie, the clear, glass doors enough space to see the way he intimately brushed her hair behind her ear. It was a shot to the heart, the hold on the cupholder slipping as the coffee splashed against the cement and all over you and your assistant.

The hot liquid was nowhere near as painful as the emotions running through you. The commotion had caught the attention of those inside the main office, including Sejun, but you ignored their stares and raced around the building to get to your dressing-room. With your assistant trailing, you pushed past the staff members, the director watching you pass by smelling like coffee and not saying a word, only chuckling as you slammed the skinny door shut behind you.

The anger you felt couldn’t even bring tears to your eyes, the feeling of being played enough to rile you up as your foot kicked against the same chair he sat in when you read over the script. Everything around you caused you to boil, your assistant silently slipping through the door to check on you enough to trigger your thoughts back.

“I’m not doing this. I’m not going to sit back and pretend like this isn’t fucking stupid. I’m a person! Who takes a person on a date just to become more acquainted for porn scenes? Do you think this is why he’s so highly rated? Because he fucks everyone he works with? This fuckin-. “

“Calm down. There’s a better way to approach this.” Your assistant was thinking on her feet, watching your cheeks turn red from annoyance as you bounced down into the soft chair with a pout. “You’re right. This is fucked up, but you’ve said it yourself: it’s business.”

“So.”

“So, do what you do best.”

“Which is?”

“Fuck his brains out.”

five.

Sejun wore an estranged expression when you made it out to the next set, his eyes following you towards the hot tub. Legs straightening out to stand, the director raced by him in your direction. The important man meeting your attention before you even had a chance to look at your co-star, Sejun’s brows furrowed. Your robe laced around your body slowly slid off, flowing into the grip of your assistant when you took a step down into the tub. Heat radiated out of the circled bath, the steam warming your body along with the hot water as you sat onto the bench.

“What was the mess about earlier?” the director said quietly, bending to crouch beside your resting body.

“Nothing.” You gazed up at him with an unaffected look, his cocked brow making you wonder if he knew what you were up to.

Sejun’s shorts around his waist rose higher as he stepped over the edge of the hot tub, lower body sinking into the water with a gentle sigh. His eyes watched you attentively, slipping over the bench closer as his arm rested behind your head.

“Everything alright?” he asked, voice wary.

Taking notice that you refused to look at him, your eyes stared straight, watching the staff run amuck setting up the equipment before the shoot began. His hand brushed against your shoulder, the cunning contact enough to make you shift in your seat, keeping your head facing away from him.

“Y/N?”

“Be ready in two minutes!”

“What’s going on?”

The lights clicked on, the now fully illuminated scene around you making you blink and focus on what was about to occur. Listening to the tick of the pen in your assistant’s hand click from nervousness, you sent her a glance, her nod assuring you of the plan.

“All set? Action!”

Both of you sat near one another, the sound of water bubbling the only thing recalling your senses before your mind went into autopilot. Your hand moved to his thigh, the thick limb making your mouth water. Running your fingers up and down, his breathing went unsteady, watching you like you were a porno, yourself. Your fingers dug into his thigh, nails breaking the skin as he hissed.

“The fuck are you doing?” he whined, eyes wide and mouth agape.

You didn’t answer. Instead, you took advantage of his surprised expression by pressing a gentle kiss to his cheek as you retract your hand. Moving your leg over his waist to straddle him, his hands instinctively moved to your hips, your rushed movements pushing them from your body until his arms rested at his sides.

Your kisses moved across his face, taking his lips against yours in a fiery make out session. Your mind ignored the cameras moving along their rails so close, zooming in and panning out to get every shot of the intense scene for the film. Hands locking into his hair, you pulled back on the crown of his head, jawline prominent as you nibbled hickeys into the firm skin. He let out a groan, your hips rocking against his already hardened cock.

He was enjoying it, the heat radiating from the tub almost scorching as it bounced off his hot skin and moved to yours. Sweat dripped down his temple, his hands attempting a second time to place on your hips. Allowing him the chance, his index fingers dipped past the waistband, pushing the small bottoms down your thighs and off your body. You gasped against his neck, his head moving to bite into your shoulder, eyeballing the marks he left the night before at the restaurant.

His dominance was making a comeback, bites becoming more untamed when his hips jerked against yours. After what felt like hours of pressing his buttons, you pushed back from his body, pulling his length from his shorts and gliding down on it effortlessly.

The sound he released echoed in the container, the lights growing dimmer to catch the perfect shot of you riding him within the water. You bounced on your knees, the bench slippery as his hands held you to him. His length pushed into you fully, halting the moment he bottomed out in you.

“I don’t like it when you flirt with other people.” You admitted to him slowly, out of breath from the situation.

“You don’t?” his tone was the same, the question not taking him by surprise.

His bottom lip sunk between his teeth, eyes squinting to view you through the steam. When your eyes connected, he could tell what you were upset about, a playful smirk on his lips.

“It’s just a habit.” He grinned, thrusting up into you again.

Your arms wrapped around his neck, legs separating as much as possible on the bench to let him move in deeper. Moans and grunts mixing, the staff around you were clearly in a confused state because the lines were not spoken anywhere in the script.

Sejun’s lips pulled into another wide grin, holding your ass to jerk his hips against you roughly. Your eyes shut tightly when his hand moved between your bodies, fingers pressing into your clit forming circles enough to make you rush to hold him firmly, finishing as you clenched tightly on his cock. His embrace around you released, your head falling against his shoulder. A kiss was placed just below your ear, the patch of skin sensitive making you shudder. His breathing only got deeper, thrusts harsh and slow.

It was like the world moved in slow motion. Like a dream, his lips pressed against yours. The passionate affair between coworkers had pried into something different, the world seeping away when his palm met your jawline, guiding you to make the kiss deeper. Pulling away to catch your breath, you caught his gaze.

The man before you held a new look in his eyes. One that you couldn’t quite read but wanted to. Chapter by chapter, word by word. You wanted to know what it meant so you could quote it for the rest of your life. Pushing to the brim, you gasped, his warm breath on the shell of your ear as he pulled back from you.

“And old habits die hard.”

You heard a tired sigh from the other side of the phone, “I don’t know what you want me to do, Y/n. The guys are waiting for me.” He sounded annoyed. In the back of your head, you knew he had every right to be.

You had texted him after you had gotten ready for the date, asking when he would get home. The week had been extremely busy for him, and the date that you had so carefully planned had completely slipped his mind. Extra dance practices and song recording sessions were scheduled for the entire night. You knew that Sejun couldn’t just drop them to go on a silly dinner date with you.

“If you had just said something yesterday then I could’ve cancelled the reservations! I’m already at the restaurant.” You gulped down an uncomfortable itch in your throat. Your nose burned and you knew that tears would be next. Fighting with Sejun was hands down your least favourite activity. You wanted to sink into the ground and never come up again.

“Did you see how fucking tired I was yesterday!? I barely had energy to take a shower before bed!” His response rang in your ear uncomfortably and you let out a shaky sigh. He was right. Of course he was right. You were being unreasonable for expecting this date to happen after his busy schedule all week.

“I… I don’t know, Sejun.” You mumbled, breaking down a little. You tried to hide your shaky breath and sniffles, but you were sure he caught onto them. “I missed you so much— I just wanted tonight to be for us.” You choked out, a sob ringing through the air. You had already hailed a cab amidst your tears. You just wanted to get home as quickly as possible. There was no use waiting at the restaurant when your fiance would be a no-show.

“Are you crying, Y/n?” This question came a little softer than the previous ones. The sound of your sniffles must have been enough to alert him to your distress. You cried pretty easily, and Sejun was used to it— but he could definitely decipher when the situation was serious.

Though he wasn’t sure if you knew or not, he was worried about you. How could he not be? He hadn’t really been able to spend time with you for days on end; and for two people whose relationship 70% of the time consisted of clinging to each other, he had felt the toll as much as you had. You said you missed him, and he missed you as well. So, so much.

The question— the worry in his voice— had you crying even harder. You still tried to keep it quiet for the sake of the taxi driver, but you didn’t hide it from Sejun. You held the phone up to your ear, squishing it right against your skin.

“Please talk to me. Please.” You whispered through broken sobs, yearning to hear his voice calming you down instead of yelling at you.

“Baby.” He spoke through the phone immediately, ignoring Byungchan’s questions about what was taking so long from the other room. You realized it had been too long since he had last called you that. Just him saying that much was enough to get your breathing more even.

“You know I care about you more than this stupid practice, right? I’m gonna be there as soon as I can.” You heard a door shut and some keys clash against each other.

“No- Sejun, it’s fine, you should stay at practice.” You urged, suddenly panicked that you had made a big deal out of things when you shouldn’t have.

“I’ll make it up later. I’ll be okay. Just wanna be back with you right now.” He reassured you. You didn’t have the energy to fight with him again— just wanting to agree to anything and everything he suggested. So you found yourself humming, mumbling an “I love you” and an “I’ll see you soon” to him.

Sejun arrived home soon after you did, and he wrapped his arms around you as soon as he walked through the door. With your face buried in his chest, arms wrapped around his waist and his around your shoulders, you finally felt relaxed. He rubbed his hand up and down your back, soothing you further. 

“My sweetheart, I’m so sorry.” He whispered, kissing your forehead gently. You looked up at him, eyes shiny still from crying earlier. The way he looked down at you, worry and sorry and love all swimming in his eyes, you felt like you could drown if you looked at him for a second longer. You weren’t sure how he looked so pretty. He had been working hard all day, and rushed over as soon as he heard you crying. You probably looked like a mess beside him. As if he could hear your negative thoughts, he hugged you closer and whispered in your ear.

“You look so gorgeous, angel.” The whisper was soft, a little bit raspy from his spent vocal cords having recorded almost all week; but it was sincere. You knew that he could never be disingenuous with you when you were the most precious thing in his life, and your heart still raced a little faster knowing that he found you attractive.

He found you attractive despite the mascara stains near your eyes, despite your hair that you haphazardly took down as soon as you arrived home. He thought you were gorgeous even though you had changed out of your black dress and into sweats.

Though you knew he was being serious, the thought still made you laugh. A quiet giggle escaped your throat, triggering Sejun’s heartier laughter. The sound made his heart leap, and again, he squeezed you just a bit tighter, rocking you back and forth in his arms like you were the most precious thing.

“What do you want to do tonight? The dinner date failed.” You asked.

Sejun hummed, “I think we should order in. I should take a shower and get dressed all cozy like you so that we can cuddle. And then we should look through your Pinterest board for wedding dresses. But first…”

“First?”

“First I’m going to kiss you.” He completed with a contented smile, leaning down quickly to fulfil his wish. Your lips tasted as soft and sweet as ever, and Sejun practically melted at the feeling after being deprived of it for so long. It really had been days since he had kissed you properly— not a fleeting peck on your lips, but something longer and sweeter. Something more vulnerable and precious. Something that left you both breathless and euphoric when it was over— a kiss that he wished would never end because he knew nothing felt better than your lips on his. 

And that was exactly what he got, as you were just as eager to feel him so close after so long. Your hands slipped into his hair, feeling the long strands flow through your fingers. You sighed when he squeezed your hip gently, a smile creeping onto his lips at the elated feeling in his chest.

You pulled him as close to you as possible, in hopes that he would never leave the position. And he didn’t want to; but he didn’t have a choice. He was running out of breath, and he was sure that you were just as worse, having a smaller lung capacity than he did. He compensated the kiss ending by cradling your head and placing several smaller kisses to the top of it.

“I love you so much.” He confessed— probably for the millionth time since he had met you.

You giggled, still catching your breath, “I know. I love you too. Let’s complete that plan you had now, hm?”

He hummed happily in response, pecking your lips one more time before grabbing a towel for a quick shower.

You hummed, not saying anything in response to his comments, but a smile still grew on your face. You flipped over the photocards for the first album, a little disappointed when you saw that you had drawn Seungwoo and Byungchan.

“It’s okay, there’s 6 left.” Sejun smiled, dimples popping out. He flipped over the photocards from his album— Another Seungwoo and a Subin. “Guess we’ll have to keep look-”

“Finally!! Oh my god, this’ll complete my collection by now!” You grinned happily, snatching the Subin photocard from out of your boyfriend’s hand, holding it up to study it carefully like it was the most precious thing you owned.

“I thought you were trying to get your bias…?”

“I did!” Your smile stayed firm on your face until it finally dawned on Sejun.

“I’m… not your bias?”

“You're my boyfriend— why would you need to be my bias as well?” You reasoned offhandedly, still too immersed in the photocard to catch his confused expression.

He wasn’t your bias? Why wasn’t he your bias? You loved him, but then you biased Subin? What the heck did Subin have over your own boyfriend?!

“I’m not your bias?” He asked, stunned.

“Mmm… maybe bias wrecker? Not sure.”

“But I’m your boyfriend.”

“I know.” You kissed him on the cheek to ease his worries slightly, but it didn’t seem to help much.

“Am I… lacking?” Sejun asked, still stunned. When you glanced back at him, he was pouting.

“What? Of course not! I love you so much, baby.” You immediately calmed him, dropping the album that you were opening to cup his cheeks instead. “You’re my boyfriend and you’re not lacking in any way.”

“But I’m not your bias.” He muttered bitterly, removing your hands from his face and picking up another album, tearing the film and picking up the photocards— Sejun and Hanse. He picked up his own photocard, studying it carefully. You watched as his eyes flickered over every detail of the smaller, printed version of him.

“Am I not as pretty as Subin?”

You furrowed your eyebrows, “I never said he was prettier than you.”

“Then why is he your bias?” Sejun whined, huffing out a big breath at the end of the question. 

You couldn’t suppress your laughter at his antics. You had never told him who your bias was for this very reason. You had never seen your boyfriend get jealous over anyone. He was always confident in himself and you, so there was really nothing he had to get jealous over. You just wanted to test out if he was the jealous type, and the result didn’t disappoint. 

“I guess he just caught my attention.” You shrugged.

“It feels like you’re cheating on me.” He said dramatically.

“Biasing Subin doesn’t count as cheating.”

“It does! You’re being disloyal to your boyfriend.”

“I biased him because he’s talented. I’m not in love with him.” You defended.

“Am I not talented enough for you?” 

“Baby,” You sounded defeated. You didn’t expect it to bother him that much. To be honest, you couldn’t think of anything to say to appease him. “I love you so much more than Subin, okay?”

“Do you?” Sejun pouted again.

“I do! You’re my handsome, talented, beautiful, funny, lovely boyfriend who I love endlessly and has no reason to get jealous over Subin.” You said sincerely.

“Well… I guess Subin can stay your bias then…” He mumbled, trying to hide his smile from your compliments, but he failed.

You laughed again and then grabbed Sejun’s hoodie strings, pulling him towards you until his lips landed on yours. You pulled away, but Sejun kept his eyes closed, trying to find your lips again for another kiss.

“You’re so cute.” You whispered, kissing him again like he wanted.

But Sejun wasn’t like that. He was smart, quick-witted, funny, and overall pleasant to spend time with. You rarely had to explain something more than once before he got the hang of it. The tutoring sessions were less because he was falling behind, but because he was gone during usual school hours.

He told you that training to debut as a k-pop idol wasn’t that demanding, but you could tell it drained him. He sometimes came to tutoring already tired, and you worried he didn’t get enough sleep.

You checked the time on your phone again. Today was a tight schedule, as you had to catch a blind date right after the tutoring session. You weren’t originally planning for it to be today. And you were nervous to go, but your best friend was determined to get you a boyfriend before the second semester. You’d have to apologise to Sejun for having to end early today.

You spotted his pink hair in the hallway, walking into the library with a dimpled smile. Your mood shot up from just the sight of him. Just normal friend things… You thought, somehow convincing yourself before he came to sit down next to you.

“‘Afternoon!” He greeted cheerily.

“Good afternoon.” You laughed, flipping open your book and grabbing a pen. “Shall we start?” He nodded eagerly, resting his head on his hand, and looking at you.

You felt a little flustered by his stare today, but you shook it off. It’s just Sejun, this is normal.

You began to explain the concepts that you had learned in the class that he had missed last Thursday. You went over the math first, as it was relatively simple to explain and the homework was light for the week.

As you talked, Sejun zoned out a bit. The light from the window behind him shone on your face, lighting it up in the most magical way. He wasn’t sure what the special occasion was, but you wore a light yellow dress instead of your casual wear.

He kept tracing a line from your hair down to your neck with his eyes, always finding himself stopping at your lips for a moment, lingering. He had to shut down the thoughts in his head immediately. Don’t think about kissing her and make this complicated.

You finished explaining how to do this new way of problem-solving, and handed over a worksheet to Sejun. He had barely heard a word you said, and it took a lot of effort to tear his eyes off your pretty face and to the boring worksheet.

He looked over the problems, realising that he really should have been listening. But, he figured out how to solve them without your helpful instructions, and finished all 15 problems in 20 minutes.

He turned back to you, smiling, “I finished.” 

You had gotten out your makeup bag to try to touch up your face in time for the blind date. You turned back to him, brush stuck in midair, “Right, let me check over them…” You glanced at the paper, nodding at his neat handwriting and quick, effective solutions to all the problems.

“Perfect. What would you like to do next?” You asked, looking back to your hand mirror for a second, before putting away your makeup brushes and small palette.

“What’s the occasion?” He asked, observing you. He’d never even seen you wear makeup, or a dressy outfit during a tutoring session. But today, you adorned both, not helping his struggle to suppress the urge to kiss you.

“I have a blind date after this.” You said, “I should’ve told you before, but we might need to end early today.”

“What?” He asked, shocked. His eyes had widened slightly, and he bit the inside of his mouth to try to stop himself from saying what he was about to.

You shrugged, “I don’t know, my friend set it up for me. Might as well go? She wants me to get a boyfriend before the second semester, and I don’t know anyone else who’s going to ask me out.”

“Don’t go on the blind date.” He said suddenly.

“What? Why-”

“Don’t go.” He said seriously, surprising you. He always had a light, happy air to him, but right now, he seemed dead serious. You gulped, looking back at his dark eyes and matching his stare.

You watched as his eyes stayed on your eyes, then flickered down to your lips, and then he broke eye contact entirely, looking away with a sigh.

“Sejun… Why do you care whether I go on a blind date or not? I know it’s not because it’s cutting into your tutoring time. You don’t care about stuff like that.” You said slowly.

“I can’t say why.” He responded, and you felt more confused than ever. What reason could he possibly have that he couldn’t even tell you?

“Then I’m going on the date.” You concluded, turning back to your bag.

“I said, don’t go.” He said desperately, grabbing your wrist. You froze up with the physical contact, turning back to him yet again.

He didn’t give you time to say anything before he was moving closer to you, and within an instant, you felt his lips touch yours. Your eyes closed as a response, and your heart pounded in your chest. Lim Sejun? Kissing you?

He pulled back, “If you need to get a boyfriend so badly, at least give me a chance, not some random dude you’ve never even seen.” He whispered, looking away again.

“Do you mean it?” You asked, making him look back at you.

“Why wouldn’t I?”

“Just needed to make sure before I do this.” You explained, leaning in quickly to press a kiss to his lips. “I won’t go on the date. You’ve convinced me.” You smiled at him, eyebrows raising, before you pretended to turn your attention back to your books.

You observed him from the corner of your eyes, fighting back a smile when you saw him blush and smile widely, looking back to his paper.

“You’ll be my girlfriend… right?”

You nodded, “‘Why wouldn’t I?’’’ You repeated his words from before, making you both giggle softly.

“I’ll take you to get ice cream after this is over.” He said, giving you a pretty dimpled smile.

“Why isn’t it over already, then?” You asked, looking back and forth between him and the textbooks that neither of you were going to study anyway. He smiled cheekily, grabbing the books and putting them back in his bag.

“Let’s go.” He held out his hand for you, and you took it gingerly, your heart racing in your chest again.

Slipping through the door of your shared apartment, the entire home was empty, your nose filling with his scent as you plummeted down onto the sofa. A loud huff escaped your lungs, eyes shutting with the clear image of what you saw this morning still fresh in your mind like he was standing before you now.

Your hands instinctively reached out, imaging yourself caressing the thin shirt as he let out a gentle sigh at your touch, the exposed skin like silk when your fingers fell into the divot of the top. The sound was distinct, the crystal clear moan in your ear drawing your body towards it, finding yourself standing and captured within someone’s lean arms.

“You’re home early.”

His deep voice vibrated through you, eyes blinking up into his with a quick whine. Your head fell against him, forehead landing on the open space between the shirt, a fulfilling inhale recollecting your mind.

“Your chest caused me to be sent home.” You said softly, his subconscious chuckle pulling you from his hold.

Large hands on either one of your arms to hold you attentively, his cocked brow lulled your sensual thoughts long enough to peer back up at his face.

“My chest?” he questioned, eyes gleaming in your direction as you nodded.

Your hand went flat against his tight muscles, slowly skimming over one of his breasts before you found the patch that distracted you all day. The skin was smooth, hard beneath your touch when your fingers pressed into it. His hold on you lessened, free hand wrapping around your wrist to pull you from his chest.

“Answer me.” He said dimly, deep, brown eyes now holding a dark glare.

“I saw you had these three buttons undone when you left this morning.” You admitted slowly, keeping eye contact with him. “Your chest is so distracting.” His tongue swiped over his bottom lip, your wrist falling from his hold to run the pads of your fingers over the open area on his chest again.

Your diverted eyes missed his quick nod, backing away from you with a stern glare.

“Stay there.” His voice was calm but commanding, your body on high alert when his fingers found the fabric between them.

The edges of his shirt crept between his digits, fingers finding the buttons separated on his torso as they slowly slipped downward. Your loud gulp was heard from where he stood, watching as he came into contact with the buttons still laced within their holes, slowly trapping them between the tips of his fingers to pull them from the other half of the shirt.

The first button popped undone with a hurried move, giving your eyes more access to his chest under the top. The second button was pulled apart slower, your body shuttering as the bottom of his breasts were in your view. The third button made your knees grow weak, the top of his abs in your sight causing a smirk to rise on his lips.

“Do you want me to undo the last two?” he asked, the polite question more rhetorical than response-needing.

Your head nodded violently, feet sliding on the floor to bring you closer. His wide shoulders were now fully uncovered, the thin fabric just on the edge of his upper body. The image of his flawless skin made your mouth water, moving in closer as a single finger rose between both of you.

“Stay.” He said sternly, eyes growing dark by the second as he watched you become impatient, tongue clicking at the whine escaping your throat. “Be good.”

His thumb pressed into the top of the second to last button, the cream-colored item fastened into the shirt with thread bobbing when his hands pulled in opposite directions, the button slipping through the hold of the shirt and opening farther. The last button was just above his jeans, the skinny trail of hair leading down to his crotch standing straight up from the arousal overtaking his body. The bulge in his pants was growing under your sight, his right hand rising as two fingers finally motioned you to come to him.

Your legs moved before your mind did, bolting up to him as your hands took the two parts of the top in your grip, yanking them apart as the button ripped from the fabric and broke off, shooting onto the floor somewhere in the room. He gifted you a disappointed look, brows furrowed as you reached up on your toes to press his lips against yours. His frame loosened up, your hand landing on his skin and running up and down his abs enough to make him moan into your mouth.

“You should have paid more attention today.” He said between kisses, referring to your job.

“If I had, I wouldn’t have let you walk out the door with those three buttons undone like they were this morning.” You gritted, pushing yourself against him in a rough way until his hands held you still.

“Oh yeah?” he said, rambling against you. “What would you have done, huh?”

Your front teeth nipped into his bottom lip, a hiss coming from him. His hands gripped at your ass, tugging you even closer as he fell back against the wall in the living room. A groan made your lip quiver, his left hand slipping down your thigh, pulling your leg up so that his crotch could grind against you. The sensation made you tremble in his hold, the hand opposite of the one on his chest gliding up his front to wrap behind his neck.

You didn’t respond to his question, something that you new would bother him. And it did. His other hand wrapped behind your other thigh, lifting you up effortlessly to lay you down onto the area rug below where you stood, his hips colliding against yours with one hard thrust.

“Fuck, you really can’t control yourself today, can you?” he asked, the audible response in your throat getting caught as he repeated the motions, turning the sound into a loud cry of pleasure.

Your body was on autopilot, mind settled somewhere between euphoria and Sejun’s body grinding into you looking for his high. Your pants shuffling down your legs didn’t even phase you, his face moving before yours to kiss you as he pressed into you without warning. Legs wrapping around him, his hands pulled your shirt over your head, bare skin compressed together as a mantra of curses fell from your mouth.

“Fuck, Sejun!” your voice cracked halfway through his name, hips thrusting into you like his life depended on your orgasm.

Crashing into you, the shirt on his torso hung loosely, your hand moving to run along every divot in his skin like it was a map. He whined against your touch, panting as he neared what both of you waited for. Your hips lifted to meet his, the slightly inclined angle making your eyes roll back, body vibrating as you clenched around him. His tongue fell from his mouth, your lips enclosing on his as your hand went flat against his skin, the quick pace of his breathing steadying when he filled you to the brim.

Pulling from you, he collapsed beside you, eyes shut in a state of glory. Blindly moving his arm, his hand found yours, pulling it to stroke his chest again.

“I knew undoing those buttons would do something to you.” He grinned.

The six other men awaited your destiny just as eagerly, bent towards the table with looks of concern upon their faces. This was the gate you had entered, led straight to the beings of your university so well covered that no one could even find a trace of what they were: a coven of warlocks. Bound to them by a force you couldn’t comprehend, you found yourself sitting upon them on a dark evening. Their game had originally started in tandem, their source reawakening when you slipped through the frame of the door. It was an uneasy feeling to cease their epoch of practice, but their motive only changed to the slightest degree.

Your measly body was a new target, their alluring glares and feasting tongues sending chills up your spine when they offered for you to join them. Bidding them an exit, they didn’t falter to bring your attention to the stack of cards in the middle of the round table, the same deck placed in front of Sejun with a single card in his fingers. The task was simple: denounce all that you know and join them if the card is negative, walk free if it is positive. Conjure an ace, and you will forget they ever existed and return to your normal realm of humanity.

“You’ve met your match.” grinned the youngest man behind Sejun, Subin’s mouth wider than the gate itself from catching a glimpse of the card held in the elder’s grasp.

The latter was too wicked for his own good, eyes piercing like a shattered mirror at your chest to watch your skin and bones thump from the rate of your heartbeat. It amounted to a newly found feeling in your gut, true terror.

“The Joker.”

Your fate was sealed, venturing into a territory longly unclaimed by any living being: a tool. Sejun is now your patron, a benefactor to a new world, and you were inclined to follow his every wish to assure your soul would stay within your body. Laced by his words, a single thread tied around your index finger, an invisible bow tied neatly to ratify his control over you. The cards he dealt were done purely on his own intent, affirmed and ruled, you were bound to him only.

The man in front of you wore an impish smile, Sejun’s teeth pearled and pupils dilated from his win over you.

His coat hung loosely from his shoulders as he stood, pulling at the fabric to bring it back onto the wide blades. Chin high and eyes stern, the palm of his hand turned upward and his fingers lightly curled, index finger bending to gesture for you to rise. The request was simple, a blink of your gaze before your eyes set in on the man - the being. It seemed that gravity escaped from around you, lifted by an unseen force, back straight and head faced forward with nothing in your mind but Sejun. His eyes glowed with white specks as his breath darkly exhaled allowing you to return to normal.

Ambiance bitter and dark, the six others around stood stunned. None had yet to see such power over a mortal, one so predominant and alluring. He moved right, you moved left. He rounded the table to investigate you further, your body stood idle and waiting. It was a card game, but you had no hand to play with.

“You’re dismissed for the night.” The corner of his lips pulled sharply into a smirk, a dark glow in his eyes you couldn’t interpret.

The sudden acquaintance and ouster had you startled, Sejun’s arm stuck out as he gestured over to the double doors you broke past not even an hour beforehand. The other men grew cold, beconning each other back to the table to continue their doings out of your view, a smoke filtering the room the moment the doors opened for you to exit.

“By the way-” Sejun began, your form turning to the side to attend to his voice. “-are you a heavy sleeper?”

Feet moving swiftly, you found yourself locked safely within your apartment and far from campus. The encounter was mortifying, your soul feeling thefted from the moments you spent inside the large room with the beings. Their powers located your every fear and amplified them until you felt possessed. Like bolts of lightning to your morals, struck and left helpless, you laid on your bed without a sense of rational thinking and contemplated what had happened. Eyes fixed upward, the waves of the popcorn ceiling seemed to move, sight tired and vexed, nodding off to sleep as a dull voice whispered in your mind.

“I never took you as corrupt.” Sejun’s voice whispered gently, your body jolting upright in search of the man.

“Wh-What?” Peering at every dark corner, nothing but your dark room was around you. Illuminated by a thin rope of lights around your bed, your body settled back onto the mattress. “My imagination-” you shook your head, the soft pillow below it cradling your thoughts, “-is getting the best of me.”

“I believe you have that part covered, darling.” The voice rang again, only louder. Your body couldn’t sit up fast enough before the force returned to your limbs, restrained to the mattress as his voice only echoed within your mind. “From what I can see here, your mind is more tattered than my own.”

You could feel him coursing through your veins, shocks convulsing your body upright although your worry was nulled by his voice. He was something far greater than you could understand, not a fairy tale version of a warlock, something darker.

“Lie back down.” He gritted, your body moving accordingly as your muscles met the padding of your mattress once more. “Very good.”

Your body shuddered at the light praise. His tongue clicked, intonation growing darker as his voice vibrated like a growl in your own head. Your body shook rapidly within the hold of the force, Sejun digging for something in your thoughts before the ecliptic repeated.

“If this is going to work between you and I-” he gritted, voice set on whatever he had found. “-and it will, then we need a duration of understanding.” You could feel the smirk on his lips, your right hand released from the invisible restraint as your hand moved to your stomach. Gliding across the skin exposed by your lifted shirt, his gasp breached loudly. Warm to the touch, your body ached from the hold he had, a whimper caught in your throat when your eyes shut suddenly.

“Deprived?” He tempted you, allured by you - himself, at the very state of dominance he had over you. “You haven’t been touched by anyone in so long.”

The light of the match was at the tip of his tongue, setting fire to your body as a stripe ran along your stomach like it was his own. Your mouth opened as you gasped once more, another lick from him scorching your body without the man in sight.

“S-Sejun.” you cried out a broken call, his movements only expanding. The feeling of his tongue was too authentic to be a hallucination, such as a wet dream that had all of your senses peaked and your mind convinced you were truly getting off. “Wait.”

You found a break in his power, the force halted due to your own mind still having its own neurological patterns to your body. His tongue stopped on the impact of your stern voice, a hum coming from the unseen man.

“I-I don’t like this.” you spoke softly, the clasp around your limbs becoming weaker. “If you’re going to do this, at least be here.”

“Who said I’m not?”

His form bent over you, remote eyes glimmering over your form still sprawled on the bed panting and shaking at the sight of him. You jolted, head tilting straight as his torso turned to align his face with yours. Mere inches from you, his breath fanned over your lips, his silk mouth perked and entertained. The scent of burning leaves filled your nostrils, a pungent smell that had your eyes watering. Blinking, his hand expanded, fingers stretched and palm flattening against your stomach where his tongue ran along moments before. His touch felt like ice, your eyes shutting and squeezing from the odd sensation.

His knee bumped into your side when he pushed himself over you, straddling your waist as his lips pressed kisses into your jawline. Moving along with stutters of his name passing through your lips, his teeth gently bit at the skin of your neck, a mark bearing his power over you, your hips lifting and pressing into his own.

His movements stopped once more, his long, slender finger pressed vertical to your lips. Your gaze caught his eyes, the irises molding into pitch black with the same white specks floating within them. Your hand pressed at your side lifted from the invisible restraints, the first two knuckles delving into the waistband of his pants with a tight hold.

“Keep your hand here, and do not move it.” His hoarse voice sounded like rocks pressing together to you when your other hand lifted into the air. His fingers wrapped around your wrist with ease, pressing the limb back into the mattress as his kisses and bites grew feral.

Your hips moved at half of the speed of his own, the feeling of his bones grinding down into your crotch already leaving bruises and causing a dizzy ambiance to your body. Your hand held by his wrist fought at his hold, his bites harsher the moment he released it. Your fingers slipped between his, grasping at his large hand with affection. The fingers at his waist pulled at the fabric he wore, holding his lower half closer to you with every rut. He was caught by you, delved at the crook of your neck when his hips stuttered and you felt him shudder. His long nails scraped at the skin of the back of your hand, his head lifting to peer his dark eyes into yours, the normal look in the irises surprising.

“You play a good game.” he grinned. “But remember something.”

You nodded just as his face closed in on yours. Lips tender and pressing delicately into your own, sparks shattered the fear you had of the warlock, your soul fully surrendered to him.

“The card dealer always has the upper hand.”