Seductive Strokes-(m)

seductive strokes-(m)

⚜ ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ. poolshark!sunghoon x staff!reader

⚜ ɢᴇɴʀᴇ. suggestive,smut. w/c;5.6k+

⚜ ꜱᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ. It was not unknown to anyone that sunghoon would use tricks up his sleeves to win,at any cost,given that he was a first-rate billiards player,you were aware of it too. He came to this club too often.He always had a reason to come back,perhaps,this time,his intentions were not meant for practice only.

⚜ ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ. use of foreign object(s),teasing,cursing,smut,petnames,sunghoon is a menace,feeds off of your stuttering body. i think that's bout it.

⚜ ɴᴏᴛᴇ. something we talked(gushed) over in our dms...@sungvrhs i hate you for sparking this idea in me.. a reel can lead to many things and this fic is one of them. anyways,this is for you,my twin, i hope you enjoy this. we basically spoiled the whole plot in the dms but who cares imma still write it for you<3 my precious bff <3

Another entry for Diary 2024: #15240822 and my twin @sungvrhs comments and reblogs are appreciated^^<3 there's no taglist for this event. and as we might post for every month looming around the dates 22nd and 24th,please support!!

“Right here,sir” the head staff straightens his hand in a polite manner,leading sunghoon to an even secluded area in the club,just like the latter had asked of. Places like this did come at a hefty price but it was nothing for the said man. Money could make the cruelest thing on earth kneel,it was indeed remarkable. 

When he takes a seat,a nutty-chocolatey smell invades his nostrils,like that of an old bar from the 90’s. His eyes wandered off to the entirety of the place he rented,looked good,smelt just right,only wishing for the night to go out as perfect as it was in his head.

“Do you need anything,sir?” a hoarse voice chimes in the air,making sunghoon apathetically shakes his head,”the bell’s right beneath the table,call us in if you’re wanting anything” they older male takes his leave,letting the fine young man be. 

For tonight, Sunghoon had intentions,a solid blueprint of fulfilling his desires.Only a quarter of his plan just got ticked off,he was still left off the main show. You. 

Months ago, he was invited for a drink and hangout with his colleagues in this very same club. But back then,sunghoon was never this vocal as much as he was currently,let alone talking to the manager about renting the whole place for his own use. Really,it wasn’t a bother to him. 

But then,the clicks of your heels sets a rhythm,caught by the corner of his eyes,and in an instant,lighting the room up,and maybe his heart included as well. His head whips to get a better view of your figure walking in closer to their table with a tray of glasses.

God must really love me. 

One of his companions nudges the awestruck man with his elbow,failing to gain the latter's eye to detach. Sunghoon’s trance is only broken when you softly cough and place the glasses of liquor in front of them,your petite frame bending by the slightest. And it gave him a really good view of your almost-exposed rear. Gosh, did they not take care of how their workers dressed?

But then maybe,sunghoon was grateful for that as well. His gaze pierces through your back,which you choose to ignore,but the weight of it makes your heart drop. You know. You have seen this man walking in here many times. Yet, never have the depth of his black orbs intimidated you like it did now. 

You cannot find it in you to glance back at him,recalling that it would always send tingles to your stomach,it’s almost as if he is waiting for you to catch him staring at you. Any approximation of getting involved with this particular pool shark can’t be seen.

Let’s be honest,he’s all in one,he has it all. Looks, assets,and more assets. Your wages were further down below than his. One word from him to your manager,and you’re on the roads,or even worse. You knew better than to not mingle with the air he breathes even.

At present, he was sitting comfortably on one of the cushioned chairs,eyeing up the board and locating the cue sticks beside it. The table was neatly arranged,the light blurry tints of yellows,lemon chiffon combined with cream,spread perfectly around the room. 

It was about time you appeared. The more he waits,the more he wonders what the fuck was that guy doing?he had one simple job of assigning you to sunghoon’s mercy. Looking back to where he previously heard that the bell would be,he was close to considering using it.

Just as he was about to take action,his ears picked up the familiar clicks of heel,making its way towards his room. Looking at you from the corner of his eyes now,feels so less. He turns his upper body to bask in the entirety of you,no trays,nothing in your grip,just you,your uniform,which is about to come off very soon,and your fiddling fingers.

The sight carves out a smirk from his lips,as he watches you looking down to the floor,searching for any dust particle. “My manager said you asked for me-”

“Come to me”

“Excuse me?” you reply dumbfoundedly,registering his words in your head again. But instead of giving you any verbal reply,he curls in his index at your face,motioning you to come forward. Your brows furrowed in confusion but you hesitantly take a few steps ahead. 

The voices in sunghoon’s head were anything but decent. The way you walked to him when he asked you to,the way your cleavage is shown off because of the tightness of your top,pretty strands of hair nestling on the junction of your neck,he has to fan himself mentally,but it won’t be of any help,he's already gone at the way he senses you getting nervous..he wants to bury his face on your neck,but with time,he tells himself.

You never got to query him about why the whole place is so void of any companies. Normally,the place at this hour is to remain buzzed and not so empty. The suspicions in your head start to heighten when you feel his hand lifting your face by the chin. “This..... is no way appropriate”

“Then tell me to move away” you couldn’t. Words are badly tangled up in your throat as you fail to deliver anything,even a mere whisper. “Thought so..” perhaps you could rely on your fantasies for tonight,hoping events would take turns to surprise you,and make you step back willingly. But who's gonna tell you that you were not going to be getting such scope?not when he's involved.

This was the first ever physical interaction with Sunghoon you had so far,and that too,him standing not so distant from you. Your lashes bat at him,struggling to look at him in the eye properly,but not him though. Seeing your gaze flicker from time and time,he chuckles. “All I ask of you is…” “Do you know how to play?” oh this man.. First he calls you all alone,then he pulls you closer,takes your breath away just by grabbing your chin,and now this? Sunghoon preferred giving you a small clip of what you were going to get yourself into,and he promised to himself that it was going to be one of the best nights of your life.

“I– uhh,I know,a bit” you confess,and finally,he chooses to move away from you,making way to the table. He grabs a cue stick and hands it to you.seriously? He called you over,made you cancel all of your shifts just to…..play pool with him?

Before you can reply,he is striding to you,and with an inch of a distance from your side,he bends down and kisses the upper of your cheeks,spreading warmth and red hues effortlessly. You cannot even protest that,he had you too weak,as if he already casted a spell on you with his mellow voice and subtle touches. 

“Give me a good game,sweetheart” he whispers right into your ear,shivers instantly creeping down your spine. His words, coated with the thickest threats,affected you deeply. As much as you want to run away from this man,the way his voice latches onto every pore of your skin,you feel yourself more drawn to him.

Oh honey of course not…..we’re not just gonna play….

Focusing on the cue ball seemed an impossible task,not because of the lighting,not the chilling temperature dawning the room as well,it could be seen as a great distraction,from none other than park sunghoon. You don’t yet give him any ounce of your attention as your eyes blur between the cue ball and his dashingly handsome face across the table,from you.

With a bit of power,you strike the cue ball,which sends another one rolling,rendering it close enough to sink. But it doesn’t happen,and you fail to notice the male smirking.

“Not bad,pretty” a blush again,crept up to your cheek at the use of such a name,but you can’t lose composure yet. It has just begun.

Looks like you really need a hand,and what better way than him teaching you.

Then, it’s his turn. His eyes scan the board professionally,which he was to begin with. But the way his eyes zero in with such confidence,you could tell what was about to occur…and it does. 

He perfectly sinks the one which you left for him,and furthermore,he sinks the next three hits as well,a bit too perfectly. You roll your eyes at him,just wanting nothing more than getting this over with. There was no point in doing something which he was an expertise in,why did he even think of this in the first place–

“Sweetheart, eyes on the board” his annoyingly sweet yet deep voice brings you back to reality,reminding you that it’s now your turn. Your frame bends again,leaning onto the table’s edge.

Not knowing what really caught his eye when you started aiming,you felt a sudden increase in temperature behind you,the up of your hand being engulfed by a gentle grip. When you realize what position you’re both in,it’s too late. 

Your rear is almost pressing up against the material of his slacks,you could feel it all too well. This is wrong, this is so fucking wrong. The mid-deep v-cut shirt underneath his black suit does little to nothing to hide his chest,it’s all hot skin,and it’s clashing on your back,as if it was his sole purpose of doing so.

His minty breath tickles the skin of your neck and jaw,indicating that he’s ushering his body too close to yours. “S-sir-”

“Hmm?Is there something wrong,pretty?” his upper body slowly sinks into your back,now both of your arms and clothes having zero millimeters between them. You shake your head at the feel of it,but you can say nothing even when he carelessly slots one of his legs in between yours,barely and more or less grazing past your clothed pussy.

His fingers grip the stick which is now faintly held by you,making the pair tighter. It elicited a gasp from you. “What’s gotten you so distracted hmm?”his voice drops two octaves low, he presses onto you more when you don’t answer and guides your hand to aim the wooden stick at the cue ball,face dropping by your neck,lips so close to brush against your skin.

“Focus on the cue ball,sweetheart” how could you when he was toying with your body like this?The need to push him away rose even more when he jutted his thigh up,dangerously grazing on your crotch. Your body felt hot all over,breathing started to get shaky.

Never have you ever prayed for yourself to get in this situation where you’re going to be used as a man’s fill for his sexual desires. The idea alone disgusted you to your guts. Then why does it not feel indifferent when Park Sunghoon has you grinding on his thigh?Why do you want him to do more than just make you cum with his thighs…. 

Pulling the stick backwards,he pushes it along with your hold,the sounds of the blue and white spheres colliding echoes in the air shortly. Only when he sees another one sink in,he parts from you for a moment before attaching himself with your front,he turns you to face him. “Why don’t you talk to me,baby?”

Because if i do,i’ll fucking moan…and that’s the last thing i’ll ever want.

“So you’re not gonna let me hear you?Is that it?” his hands drop down to scatter over your hips and above,fingers spreading on the vast of it,eyes holding a longing for your answers but he gets nothing but your parted lips.

“Don’t you at least want to know where that’s gonna get you?” his left hand travels up to the hem of your top,fisting it softly,but threatening. “W-what are you doing–” your tone betrays you and pushes out a whine. “What I should’ve done sooner” he concludes and acts fast.

The cue stick gets long forgotten,standing above the ground,leaned onto the said table he has you caged against,a sharp and musky scent slowly evades your nostrils wholly,welcoming you. His rough fingers move smooth, crinkling the material underneath his heated touches,eyes solely boring into your hazy ones. “Fucking finally..” 

In this very short moment of pure softness,he lovingly looks at the way you bite your lower lip,batting your lashes at him,looking up at him to take in his perfect and handsome features,soft black strands parted in the middle,leaving his forehead much exposed,your eyes slowly trailing down to his lips,as his follow yours,catching you in the act of doing so..

“Waited so long for this” he leans in to peck your lips once,then again,”waited so long–” and again,”to taste your lips,devour you” his words ignite a spark in you,a one which you cannot ever bring yourself to resist,and let it take it’s reign over you,and he just makes it worse for you,irresistible for you,it’s too much,that you have to jut back each time.

“Baby… kiss me back” his voice raspy,and this time,when his lips come in contact with yours,you obey,kissing him back feverishly,moving your lips against his as slow as possible. Thick arousal rises up his gut,holding you close urgently. Maybe he intended for this to end this way. And the way you kiss him back with so much love– he knew of how you felt for him. And it only brushes his ego. “Such an obedient girl already” he praises.

Anything could work when money was involved. Let it be getting branded deals,let it be getting the fanciest champagnes in the world,let it be a whole billiards club up to yourself to fuck and ruin the girl of your dreams…let it be bribing her manager to make her work after hours for the man himself…

He didn’t care as long as he had his fingers laid on you,and in you,deep. He came with an intention of claiming you,and he won’t step out of the place until you’re shaking on his now pulsing cock,coming undone while you scream for him.

What was once a day to imagine,was finally coming to life,starting with bruising your lips in a roughly moved kiss.Hot breathes make their escapade past his now wet lips,fingers playing with the straps of your bra,sliding them down to let them flail,eyes burning with lust and desire. 

The slow and sensual kisses turn into a heated makeout session as his body has your small frame encaged between him and the edge of the pool table.one of his hands hooks itself under your knee,covered biceps flex as he raises your leg up to slot his pelvic in between your legs fittingly. “What about you is it that keeps pulling me towards you?”

One word,fascinated. Sunghoon was awestruck,when you came by his table to serve his drink,he deeply regretted dismissing you the first time,too captivated by your beauty to even let an answer out,which resulted in you slowly slipping away from his grasp. 

He absentmindedly checked you out from the back,he really didn’t care if he missed the shot,he only ordered another glass despite not finishing the previous glass of whiskey. Which was a terrible excuse according to everyone of his friends,just to see you again. You came in again,with his order,but something felt odd.

You looked up cautiously only to be met with sunghoons anthracite orbs staring back at you. Your cheeks flushing red,you avert your gaze and place the glass down to the table nearby,muttering a small ‘sorry’ and taking your leave. You swore,your back felt like it was getting burnt with holes,now very aware of who could be the reason.

You thought,who were you kidding,it was sunghoon. The park sunghoon. He had his own adventures and business to be minding about,that he had absolutely nothing to do with you. Which might be the reason you shrugged all the thoughts off about him further. Big mistake.

Oh honey,only if you knew.

“Everything about you makes me want to keep loving you more and more” the tone in his voice drops lower,sending shivers down your spine,as your body vibrates against his,making him faintly smirk. “Keeps me wanting more of you” he hums,sinking his lower body closer to your clothed crotch. "renders me into suffocation if i don't"

This way,his bulge shamelessly gets forced to make you feel how hard,throbbing,and how big he must be. The tent forming in his pants gets very evident with each lick he he jabs into your mouth,tongues dancing together,when he purposely pushes it a tad bit far,earning breathy gasps and moans from you whilst he kisses you messy. “So pretty” your lips feel the vibration of his words,lashes hitting softly on your cheek at the sensation.

Grunting softly,he forces deeper,hands coming up to cup your face firm. Bringing him even closer by his neck,you try to match the intensity of his rough kisses,but to no avail,he was quick enough to grip your wrists and hold them secured behind you.  "you make me want to worship every corner and curve of you"

His growing obsession with your tiny gasps and moans solidifies the more you give in,that is,letting him touch you,grope you in the most inappropriate ways,so easy,like putty under his palms.

Your back slightly arched against the wood at the weight of his upper body leaning in,hips starting to make pace. Your hands eagerly grab his collar sliding down further to take his jacket off,the only thing left on his built body is his black see through shirt. Which you take no time to unbutton without breaking the kiss you both share.

He helps you toss the clothing away,hands sliding in to tug your top till it meets the same fate as his ones. His chest heaves,lust taking over his hooded lids,he licks his lips when your bare chest is presented to him. You could feel yourself getting wet at the intense gaze,a pool of embarrassment curling up in your chest at the realization.

Your gaze shies away when you watch his hungry eyes linger on the valley between your bust,a gaze that sets your stomach coiling already. Giving your consent through pulling him closer to clash your lips with his,he hums in satisfaction. It all alone gave sunghoon a raging boner,a one which tightens the material of his boxers.

Even if you would have put up a fight,he was ready to manhandle you,talk you into it,anyhow. Moreover,when there’s no resistance for him anymore,flicks up a switch inside of him. His eyes fall shut,lips eagerly moving against yours while he gets rid of your tight clad skirt. Your heart was about to burst anytime soon,his lips were too soft for your own good,it had you feeling tense,excited,aroused,all combined.

Before he could lose his restraints over himself,he forcefully tears himself apart from you,the smacking sound of your lips following through,his right arm reaching beside you to collect the long-forgotten cue stick,halting for a moment to toy with the smoothened tip of it, a teasing smirk emerges when he looks back at your puzzled and panting face. You look sickeningly cute when you pout. He notes mentally.

“Sit on the table” he demands,a tone too deep,too erotic.You lift yourself up and situate yourself comfortably as he asked you to. Your breath hitches when you feel the coolness of his palm prying your thighs apart by the knee and he walks in between,but not too much.

You flinch,tears sting your eyes when you feel the narrow end of the stick being poked at your now soaked cunt, “Don’t– please,no” even your pleads are so pretty,your small frame shakes as he stays unmoving,observing,ravishing every stretch and pull of your expressions while pushing the wooden object inside of you inch by inch.

Your resolve shatters terribly as you feel your walls giving up on being resistive,welcoming the foreign feeling,along with the pace of which it’s moving,all under sunghoon’s supervision. You moan out loud as your back arches,nails seething in beside you,drawing out small flakes of wood. “No– fuck,no please”

“Sweetheart, what are you even begging for?” he was right,what were you even wanting? To have him leave you disorientated?or to beg him to keep the pace steady,if not,faster? A surprised gasp escapes your lips when you feel the thing punchering your insides at speed,now more than a quarter of it drenched and coated in your slick.

Sunghoon doesn’t dare slow down,continuing to harvest those delicious sounds out of you and collecting it in his ears,fuck,he felt himself getting harder everytime he pushes it in you,and it gets slid out with even more of your produce,and the sounds coming along with it is just as nasty and beautiful. “Look at yourself,fucking back on it so shamelessly”

Seeing your stomach pop out,he knew that you were very close to letting it go. Your brows creased in together,eyes shut tight,your jaw slack open,melodies strumming gracefully in your vocal chords,he could just cum from that alone.

Just when you’re about to thrust back on it again,he pulls it out immediately,and a chain of whines is heard from you,you look at him with a glint of neediness in your orbs. “Couldn’t let you cum that easily,not before I do” he menacingly assures you of it,closing in on you.

His words hang up in the air as an open threat,as you watch him sticking his tongue out to lick all of your juices from the stick's end till where it cascaded down to. "You taste so sweet like nectar”sunghoon’s voice rasps,he smears some of your arousal all over his upper and bottom lip,diving in without a single thought and crashes on your puffy ones,making you taste yourself.

He sucks and nibbles on the low of your lip,groaning when you boldly slip your tongue in his cavern,you saw no threats in giving up,and it felt safer than to have him force it out of you. That would be the last thing you’d want.

There was no way in hell you were going to be able to take him fully. Because when he mumbles into the kiss,wanting you to take his boxers off,your fingers impatiently slide the clothing down,freeing his erection,you feel every vein protruding on it,warm on your touch,he hisses when the tip of your fingers linger around till the base of it.

His eyes burn with sexual desires as he watches you lunge forward to grind against his,hands finding their way to take support on his shoulder for doing so. He lets you do whatever you want,enjoying it as much as you were,though the thoughts at the back of his mind scream at him to take you,which he would,but he has to get you all lubed up for him first.

His hands lead down to the supple skin of your waist,guiding you in sensual directions,holding you in the motion as he fucks you dry and dampened.

He holds nothing back in his throat,nor does he let you do the same,his lips hungrily latch onto the column of your neck,suckling,biting,marking it all over as you try your best to swallow your sounds. He grunts in annoyance when he cannot hear you properly,gripping down on you,denser,that for sure gets him what he wanted,a pretty moan ripped from your pretty lips, he bucks his hips faster.

He kisses you one last time before tapping the red and angry tip into the divide of your puffy pink opening,all the way down to your quivering opening. A sharp gasp cuts through as he barely gets to accommodate himself inside you,met with your walls refusing to accept the sudden and brutal intrusion,instead of waiting,he pushes and pushes,till he’s more than an inch in. fuck.

His cheeks flush this time,a rough groan follows through as he thrusts forward,now with more power,it has never felt this constricting,hot and bothering,tingling,he is forced to halt to take in how fucking good your walls wrapped around him felt. 

Even his moans keep staggering with the way you clench back on him the more he enters,”Baby” he growls low,and deep enough to earn himself another euphoric melody from you. “Fuck,keep doing that”

He distracts you by searing your lips with a lewd kiss,one involving swirling of tongues,exchange of spit,and lips devoured,bruised if he could list on. When he’s made sure he’s buried to the hilt,the smirk on his face goes anywhere but down. As if he was finally where he’s supposed to be,too deep in for you to even think.

Your breath gets snatched away just as he starts propelling into you,and to his delight,you do more than just yelp and whine,”fuck!...please–”you scream almost,slowly feeling yourself melting away to the way he fucks you,so full,so far down.

“Sunghoon–”he moans,caging himself in the grips of your thighs,your feet dangling loosely behind his waist,”call me sunghoon”he finishes,fists landing beside you,the table slowly rattles at the pace he’s ramming you. Hands weakly refuge another ounce of support on his exposed biceps,nails forming small crescents as they dig through faintly.

The pain mixed with pleasure is everything he’s ever wanted with you, biting back hard on your lips,holding onto dear life,feeling yourself losing to him,the look of utter defeat in your irises,everything turned him on,for you to hurt him as much as he’s both pleasuring you and returning you the favor of it. 

“You’re loving this aren’t you?” hoarseness coats his mellow voice,you flutter your eyes open as you watch his sweaty hair strands stick to his forehead,sweat dripping to the side of his face till his jaw,only then you get to take note of the air con giving up on its purpose.

You nod fervently,feeling his harsh jabs aimed perfectly at your sweet spot,making your tits bounce. You yelp in surprise when you feel one of your nipples getting nipped in between his pair of whites,”yes” your whimpers get weaker,your body drowning into a pool of heat in which he controls everything about it. “Sunghoon” you hoarsely whine,voice strained,pleasure blinded,your hips snap back at the same intensity as his. 

His hardened abdominal muscles brush against your navel and clit,toying with your orgasm as there’s push and pull constantly. “You’re taking it so good” he chuckles darkly after,you never recall adjusting yourself to having someone as big and rough as the man in between your legs,he’s harsh,fucks into you like you love,but he doesn’t know of it,not until your nails rake the skin of his hips,your drenched heat sucking till the base of him so perfectly.

Tension rises in the pits of your stomach,tightening viciously,warning his twitching cock that you were too close. His tip almost breaches the middle,the passage to your womb,your eyes shot open as you scream lewdly. “That’s it,scream for me”his evil grin takes over your mind, your head lolls back,shivers running free around your body,especially your legs,belted ever so tightly around his waist.

With a single sharp thrust or two,whites cover his eyes,head falling back,he again deprives you of your awaited release,manhandling you to your knees,and jerks his length off near your mouth. The slight heaviness of the tip pushes your lips apart,ready to mess your mouth with his cum. You happily invite him whole,once again finding yourself bobbing your head,eyes rolling to the back of your head as you feel the tip prodding the end of your throat with no mercy.

You gag,moan,wet your lashes,your nose touches his skin when he’s stuffed your mouth,restricting your airways,leaving less than millimeters of space for oxygen to pass,he shudders,finally.

When you think he would be making you swallow all of his load,your swollen and messy lips get detached by a rough grip at the back of your head,soft and sweat-dewy hair fisted and tugged. “The game’s not over yet sweetheart” his seductive whisper tingles the shell of your ear as he maneuvers your back flush against his chest,legs parted. “Let’s not forget why you thought I called you here,hmm?” 

Oh this fucker..

He doesn’t bother pulling himself out of you,helping your hand reach the cue stick resting on the table edge,the slight shifting of his still throbbing cock has you hissing and gasping. Your mind cannot stay poised at the way he carefully thrusts back into you,holding you in place as you moan and align the long wooden stick,your juices from earlier dried up on the surface of it,”now,this is how we’re gonna play” he starts raspily,contrasting the way he’s snapping his hips agonizingly slow,the squelching sounds taking over the silence of the room rapidly.

“You’re going to sink the ones i tell you to” his tone drops to a mischievous one,as he adds,”if you are a good girl,you’re going to be cumming hard on my cock…..and if you hold it back” voice thicker this time,his veiny arms lock around your throat,”i will pump my cum to the very depth of your womb till it leaks and i have to push them all back in you” 

You can’t form any words,only nodding weakly,as he renders you speechless with a strike on your ass,sending your body jolting forward due to the overwhelming pleasure. You plead,with strings of tears running down your cheeks,connecting with the board,forming small dots. "words baby,words"

"m-mhm"you speak with a needier pitch,desperation.

“You don’t want to cum?Is that it baby?” he teases you,defeat evidently written all over your face and movements,it draws out a coo from him,watching his pretty girl suffer. his filthy and wretched thoughts does him no justice,only coaxes the carnal lust in him to explode.

“You’re m-making it hard–” you manage to scowl,eyes watery,while his own darken,all of a sudden slamming past your abused barriers. “Sunghoon!” He works into you thoroughly,chasing to get a grip on your orgasm,to get you to fall to pieces.

What does it feel like when you try to take him?does the stretch make you feel obscene as much as he did?Clearly you haven't had the best fuck like this in ages,otherwise you would've been hella loose,who wouldn't want to pound this delicious pussy?sunghoon wonders,focusing on the way your walls maintain an anaconda grip on him,refusing to let any inch of him slide out.

You cannot bear to hold back any longer,the pressure which he forcibly built up in your stomach gets threatened to be uncoiled,unchained. And him hitting your sweet spot with such perfection, had your legs squeezed shut. Sunghoon somehow manages to bite back a loud moan,biting onto his lower lip instead,almost too hard to make it bleed,almost. 

He was at his peak pleasure point just as much as you are,but he wanted to feel entirety of you,meaning,he wanted to see every single way you could be coming undone on him,it didn’t matter if he got to cum or not,he wants to see your eyes screwed shut,mouth hung open with your tongue lolling,to fulfill his nasty desires about you,stored in his mind like a to-do list.

You weakly grab the wood pole,eyesight blurred and head dizzied with the amount of pleasure coursing through your veins,the edge of the thing cautiously hitting the demanded sphere he asked you to target. His hooded lids latch on the way your ass jiggles,hands roaming around every curve and dips of your body,tipping his orgasm further.

An excited glint reflects on his orbs when he hears the sound of victory,small but loud thumps echoes,he smirks deviously.

You succeeded. 

Good fucking girl

Without a second thought,he fastens his pace,drilling into you like his life depended on it,your whole frame shakes violently at the brutality of his thrusts,a continuous chant of ‘please’ ruptures from your throat,devoting your orgasm centered by his wish. “Are you close sweetheart?”he coos

His orgasm crashes through his will to hold on any longer,a pornographic moan tuned out from him,painting your walls with spurts of his hot leak,followed by a stream of cusses from you both. His fingers quickly reach down in between your legs to roll your bud,close to calling it a set of pinches and drags,sending your hips thrusting back and forth,struggling to stay still,”that’s right,cream my cock” feeling your runny arousal drip to all lengths of his softening muscle,he hums satisfied. 

“Fuck stay still” you do,voice brokenly utter a groan when a finger is pushed inside,stopping from his hard work spilling out of your pink and spent hole. Fingers drizzled with the mixture of you and him,he brings it up to his lips,eventually sucking onto his fingers,licking it all clean,as if it was his last meal.

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fix it better | sunghoon

summary: working nonstop makes you feel like everything in life could go wrong in the blink of an eye. a blind date leads you back to your childhood crush and you start to believe you could have it all if you try hard enough.

notes: i finished writing this and was gonna keep it in my google docs but here i am. this one’s shorter compared to my past works (12.1K).

warnings: smut, oral (f receiving), fingering, dirty talk and praise, y/n getting turned on by sunghoon wearing a necklace because he dangles it in her face, spit, mentions of hair falling from an updo (but that’s only because it’s my hair type lol).

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When your friend tells you she wants to introduce you to someone, you’re more than apprehensive when she suggests setting the two of you up on a blind date.

Sumi is relentless about it in the way a loving friend does. Having met her in a pilot training program all those years ago and having been the only two women in your introductory class, solidified your friendship quickly, if not for the common ground then because the two of you stuck out like sore thumbs and knew it too.

She doesn’t pester you often, especially when you brush off her advances and promise her that you’ll think about it. She knows you won’t, though, and strategically brings this up in conversation when you’ve forgotten all about the blind date proposition. Sumi does it when the two of you start to talk about relationships or lack thereof and she only brings it up when you’re especially despondent.

You don’t know much about this person. This mystery man is a friend of her cousin’s and they’ve known each other since childhood, having spent their days together when she’d visit her cousin in his hometown. They kept in touch all these years and became closer in adulthood, prompting Sumi to “know him well though” to think the two of you would get along.

Allegedly, he’s tall and strikingly handsome. Sumi describes him as intimidating on the outside but warm on the inside, like he’s someone you have to get to know in order to appreciate him in all his complexity. You also know that he’s a successful hedge fund manager who volunteers his time to teach little kids how to ice skate every other Sunday morning.

You dismiss her words on most days, telling her how you don’t have the time to consider a relationship because you’re too busy chasing after your career. After working hard in a graduating class full of men as your peers, you feel the pressure to perform well hanging on your shoulders with every reminder of the degree that hangs on a wall above your desk back at home. To excel at your career isn’t only about proving everyone that you’re capable enough to handle being a pilot. Rather, it’s also about discipline and building your self confidence when you know the people sitting behind you on the aircraft wouldn’t believe in you if they knew a woman was flying their plane.

There wasn’t a lot of time for romance in your life anyways. Your teenage years were spent thinking about how dull your hometown was and your time at university was haphazard at best, dating here and there for weeks at a time before ultimately letting it fizzle out. There was no fulfillment or excitement, only mediocre sex and shitty fast food or chain restaurant dates.

Even in the first few years of your career, you excelled quicker than any of your coworkers and climbed the ranks until you were in head pilot. Having been promoted so young was exceptionally rewarding. It was like everything you could’ve ever wanted came true in such a short period of time because of your dedication and love for aircraft.

But climbing that ladder as quickly as you did meant you burned out faster than anybody else.

You worked long hours with barely any pay off as the days started to look bleak. Day and night were one in the same and you lost your love for exploring new cities with 12-hour layovers. You stopped dedicating time to walk around the neighborhood and started to sleep a full nine hours in your assigned hotel room. You ceased to update Sumi with new, exciting adventures from places and things discovered abroad and instead chose to take the back seat and listen to what she’d been up to since the last time you spoke to her.

Sumi, the ever-supporting friend she is, suggested you switch from commercial to private flying to ease up your stress. She could see that working long hours was taking a toll on your physical wellness and mental health. Being so young and in charge of a great amount of work began to chip away at your sanity. You saw the inside of your apartment only a few days out of the month and each time you visited, your fridge would be empty. It wasn’t until you realized you could count the number of friends you had on one hand, most of whom you hadn’t gotten the chance to respond to, that you chose to change the path of your career.

It was a daunting one. Your coworkers celebrated the next step of your life but it was bittersweet saying goodbye to a job you worked incredibly hard for, just for it to end as soon as it did. It almost felt like you were giving up before you reached the finish line. Shouldn't you stick it out for another few years? After all this time dreaming about showing a group of passengers the wonders of the world, why would you allow a bit of stress to stop you from doing so?

Ultimately, it was a step in the right direction. Sumi’s friend from her job knew a guy hiring pilots for a private air carrier service. You passed with flying colors upon a single glance at your resume and one meeting over a cup of coffee. The job was yours as soon as the last paycheck from your previous employer was cashed.

Now, you deal with wealthy clients who enlisted your services. Becoming a pilot for this tax bracket opened up another world of possibilities you hadn’t considered. Getting to know clients who frequented your plane led to swapping life stories and getting to know them on a deeper level. And yet, six months into this new position and you couldn’t find it in you to relax. So you relent, telling Sumi that you’re nearly at rock bottom in terms of your social life and that nothing could be worse than feeling lonelier than you’ve ever felt.

You find yourself unable to stop fidgeting with your rings when you enter the fanciest restaurant you’ve ever seen in your life.

The doors to the building itself are made of translucent black glass that gives way to an elegant dining experience, complete with pristine white tablecloth and art to decorate the walls. The lighting is picturesque, not too bright that the room is saturated but not too dim that you’d need to squint to see your table mate.

In all aspects of the word, everything is perfect. From the beautiful environment to the dress you’re wearing. Sumi had told you to let her handle everything and you tried your best to relax and allow her to be your spokesperson. She texted you a week prior with all of the details and now you find yourself arriving fifteen minutes prior to when Sumi said your date would be ready.

The hostess greets you with a pleasant smile when you tell her your name. You’re a bit perturbed when she guides you to your table, wondering if the hostess would make you wait for your date while sitting alone in the dining area instead of the restaurant lobby.

She gestures to a table with an empty chair and a man—presumably your blind date—facing away from you. The nerves begin to appear and you will for your palms to stay dry as the weight of the blind date settles in your stomach. You decide that you need a glass of wine to calm your nerves and pray that your nervousness won’t cause you to lose your appetite.

“Mr. Park, the other party has arrived.”

You stand anxiously as you stop to stand beside the hostess, who waits patiently beside you when the man sitting before you rises from his seat. His shoulders are broad against a pristine button down and his hair is slicked back from what you can tell. His height is impressive and you almost buckle in the knees when you realize he’s about to turn around.

The man standing in front of you is none other than your high school crush.

Park Sunghoon was quite ubiquitous in your small town. He was on track to become an Olympian after his rise to stardom in the realm of figure skating. Sunghoon always seemed untouchable, too busy to keep friends aside from his neighbors and childhood companions, and too preoccupied to think of anything else.

He spent most of his days in the neighboring city of Seoul, where you find yourself living nowadays, to train at a prestigious facility that turns young athletes into Olympic gold medalists. Day in and day out, Sunghoon would spend most of his time seeing the inside of an ice rink rather than his own bedroom.

It was a shock to the entire community when Sunghoon announced his retirement from figure skating. The reason he gave left more questions than answers. Sunghoon explained that he merely grew out of his love for the sport and wished to focus on his education for the upcoming university entrance exams. He quit and never looked back.

Sunghoon’s popularity did not waver. Aside from his talent, he was popular because of his incredibly handsome stature and his charming smile. Girls and boys alike swooned over him and oftentimes held crushes that wouldn’t amount to anything more than an effervescent feeling that would disappear upon graduation. Everybody loved Park Sunghoon. You were no exception.

Sunghoon was the epitome of disciplined and poised. He never complained about his workload and always kept a bright smile on his face even when he was too tired to comprehend lessons in your shared classes. Sunghoon never took anything for granted and oftentimes vocalized his love for his community with every post-win speech at figure skating tournaments. He was the pride and joy of your town. He was everything you wanted to be and more.

Even now, with his fitted button-down that shows off his broad figure and tailored trousers that pull his outfit together, you feel inadequate.

“Y/N?”

Sunghoon looks at you like time froze, the people sitting beside the two of you have completely ceased to move. He looks at you with a shocked expression, dark brown eyes staring into yours as his mind tries to wrap around the person he’s seeing. You’re shocked that he knows your name, let alone recognizes you. While he was more of the sociable type, you found solace by yourself at the lunch table.

“Sunghoon,” you say after a beat of silence. The hostess politely excuses herself.

Sunghoon takes a step forward and flexes his palm before stopping abruptly. He lets his eyes look at you for just a little longer. The silence makes you nervous. You didn’t think he knew who you were all those years ago and you’re more than surprised that he recognizes you, let alone saying your name like he knew you in his past life.

“Hi.” Sunghoon subtly clears his throat. “It’s so good to see you. I can’t remember the last time I saw you.”

“It’s been a while.”

“Please, sit.” Sunghoon walks to your side of the table and pulls the chair out, allowing you to maneuver into your seat. You feel his eyes on your back as he stands behind you. Sunghoon looks at the dress that adorns your body, a tasteful piece that drapes over your shoulders and exposes a portion of your back. He returns to his own and pulls his chair towards him. “It really is good to see you after all these years. You look amazing. That dress…you look radiant.”

Heat begins to kiss your cheeks at Sunghoon’s compliment.

“Thank you.” You’re bashful and you hope he doesn’t notice. “It’s probably too expensive for what it’s worth but it was a present to myself.”

“What are we celebrating tonight?” Your mouth quirks into a smile when he looks at you like he’s ready to order a bottle of wine to celebrate alongside you.

“I bought it for myself when I quit a stressful job and began a new one.”

“I hope this new job isn’t stressing you out.”

You shake your head. “No, nothing like that. It’s a change of pace, that’s for sure. But it’s good for me.”

“How have you been?” he asks, nearly tumbling over his words. Sunghoon fidgets with the menu in front of him but doesn’t motion to open and read it.

“I can’t say life has been too bad,” is what you offer. “I’ve been pretty busy since we graduated but it’s all in good fun.”

“High school was so long ago, wasn’t it?”

“Not long enough. I don’t think I could ever get rid of Mr. Kang’s literature class if I tried.”

Sunghoon makes a face. “Yeah, I completely agree. Homeroom with him was nothing short of torture.”

The waiter comes and takes your drink order. He’s back in record time and your empty stomach makes the alcohol process much quicker. You can’t tell if you feel buzzed upon the first sip or if your nerves are making you feel like you can’t focus on anything. But Sunghoon doesn’t seem to comment on anything and you assume you look somewhat normal.

“I recently got promoted, so I can empathize with stressful jobs,” he tells you. Sunghoon drinks a fancy cocktail with whiskey in it. You remember seeing him at house parties taking shots of flavor soju and cheap tequila. The time between then and now reminds you just how much has changed.

“I’m a hedge fund manager. I handle money and liquid assets. You know, the super boring stuff that nobody enjoys talking about.” That pulls a laugh out of you.

“You must be pretty good at your job.”

“I love figuring out these types of problems no matter how hard they are. It’s probably what got me promoted.” A wave of silence falls over the two of you. “Have you always lived in Seoul?”

“I got my own apartment a few years ago,” you tell him. “It’s nothing too fancy, just a one bedroom with in-unit laundry. My friends keep telling me I should invest in a bigger space since I make more than I did a few years ago, but I can’t seem to do it.”

“Your home’s our own, you know? You don’t need a mansion to be comfortable.”

“What about you? Have you been in Seoul since we graduated?”

“Here and there. I used to travel a lot for work but settled back in Seoul once I was promoted. I got to travel all over Asia every few weeks. It was an amazing experience but I missed being here full time.”

“I love traveling. I don’t think I’d ever want to stop.”

“Have you been to a lot of places? I remember you always talking about wanting to visit Europe and South America back when we were kids.”

You wouldn’t villainize your high school years but you were somebody who was intimidated by large crowds and peer pressure. A good amount of people in your grade felt superficial on the surface level, too caught up in their own devices to pursue their passions and get to know people beyond a social status. You found yourself with your peers who valued solitude and independence. But being the kind of person who hangs in the background and doesn’t attend school functions for the fear of being in public made it so that you and Sunghoon ran in two completely different circles.

“I’m actually surprised you knew that about me,” you admit. “I don’t think we spoke much back then.”

Sunghoon chuckles and rubs the back of his neck. “I suppose we didn’t. I think I made myself look like a complete stalker.”

“No,” you reassure him. “It’s just that, well, you and I didn’t cross paths too much and you were friends with some pretty well-known people.”

“Popular jackasses are what they were,” Sunghoon says. “I think we all knew that.”

“Some better than most.” You say it with a wistful laugh but chastise yourself for such a meek comment. “Still, I didn’t think you knew much of me. I don’t know if we’ve ever spoken, if I’m being honest.”

Before he can respond, the waiter returns and asks if the two of you have had a chance to look at the menu. Sunghoon asks for another minute and the waiter obliges and leaves the table. You anxiously try to keep your foot tapping to a minimum when you glance at the menu and see the expensive appetizer and entree options.

The room itself feels a bit suffocating. The volume is too loud with your anxiety pounding in your ears and the chatter amongst the parties sitting next to you becomes too overwhelming. You can barely focus on the words of the menu.

Unbeknownst to you, Sunghoon takes notice. He’s flicking his gaze between you and the menu between his hands, watching as you swallow and as your eyes reread the same section over and over again.

Sumi had approached him months ago and told him about you without giving away your identity, raving on about how she had a feeling that the two of you would get along. She kept the details to a minimum. You were a longtime friend and someone who enjoys the big and small in life and that was enough to pique his interest. When Sumi realized Sunghoon’s curiosity, it didn’t take much to convince him to go on a blind date.

She badgered him on the importance of making this date as special as can be. The proposition was intimidating and ambiguous. With nothing to go off of because of the blind date aspect, Sunghoon turned to his boss and asked where he should take a woman if the intent is to spoil his date.

This restaurant was recommended for its fine dining and exquisite menu. Sunghoon was able to get a last minute reservation with his connections and figured that this restaurant would be a good place to start because of the elegant scenery and romantic ambiance. But the way you look makes him think otherwise.

“Y/N?” You look up at him and he chooses his words wisely. “Are you okay?”

“Me?” you ask nervously albeit trying to remain calm. You fix your posture and plaster a smile on your face, feeling guilt creep up your spine when he looks at you with concern. “Perfectly fine. Why do you ask?”

“I…well, you look a bit uncomfortable.”

“No!” You clear your throat. “I’m not uncomfortable. It’s just surprising to see you after all these years and I’m shocked that you remember me too.”

He softens his tone. “You can be honest with me, Y/N.”

You shake your head. “You put in so much work to choose the restaurant and we both dressed for the occasion. It’s perfect.”

You’ve never been very good at lying, always wearing your heart on your sleeve to the point where you almost give yourself away. The lighting from above reflects from the polished silverware that sits beside the clean, empty plate for appetizers, and you wonder if you’ve just lost yours.

“You know, I remember you loved dumplings,” says Sunghoon. “You used to carry around a small container and eat them between classes.”

“How did you know that?”

Sunghoon laughs. “I could smell them. They smelled so good. I was so jealous that you always had something good to eat whenever you wanted.”

“Back then, my neighbor was this older couple who owned a dumpling restaurant just down the block. They’d always pack me a few leftovers from the night before for me to take to school. I was really spoiled that way.”

“You’re lucky.”

“I think they must’ve felt bad because my parents were always working and I picked up a part time job at the local night market on the weekdays.”

“I feel like I must’ve had a sixth sense because I could always hear you opening those containers, even if I was sitting on the opposite side of the room.” Sunghoon smiles at the memory and lowers his head like he’s bashful.

“I didn’t think anybody was paying much attention in grade school.”

His eyes flicker to you. “You might’ve felt like you flew under the radar but that couldn’t be farther from the truth.”

Sunghoon’s words, combined with his intense eye contact, sends a shock wave down your spine. You sit up straighter as his sharp brown eyes never once leave yours and you feel your heart burst with something akin to pride.

“I don't think our paths crossed that often.”

“We shared math and literature for a few years. I remember seeing you for the first time with a Kuromi bag and a bright pink keychain in the shape of an aircraft. Even back then, you looked so different from everyone else and I liked that about you.”

Sunghoon’s confession startles you. “Well, I’m sorry that we never talked more.”

He laughs. “I’m sure you knew that I was busy with skating until I retired. I barely spoke to anyone and when I quit, the adjustment was hard. I don’t think we would’ve been friends because of how busy and awkward I was.”

But you didn’t see Sunghoon as awkward. Rather, you always saw him as the pinnacle of resilience and grace, navigating his career and education like he could excel at both. He was always so grateful for what his parents sacrificed in order for his dreams to come true and never took it for granted. You were sure that not every smile of his was genuine, but you admired that he could plaster one on his face even when it was difficult for him to do so.

Sunghoon seemed to be so sure of himself. His promising career made him into a disciplined individual, adhering to strict diets and intense practice schedules to win competitions and prove he was the best. It always amazed you when you watched clips of him online. Even from a young age, Sunghoon seemed to always know when to smile.

His retirement, too, was something that you admired. With his grace and dignity still intact, you remember watching the press conference and being in awe of his bold determination to continue his education and leave the ice rink behind because it wasn’t his main passion anymore. Even at the tender age of sixteen, Sunghoon spoke with such eloquence that you were sure he’d grow up to be a politician someday.

You thought about him briefly in the years that passed since graduating high school. Every once in a while, you wondered if he would return to figure skating or if he would abandon it altogether. Was he still friends with anyone from back then? Does he still dream of being an Olympian?

“This restaurant is pretentious, isn’t it?” Sunghoon laughs to himself and closes the menu, setting it on the table below him. “When Sumi told me about this idea she had for a blind date, I was put off by it because I didn’t want to meet you for the first time without knowing who you were. But the more she talked about you, I became interested.

“She didn’t reveal much, just that you were her best friend and deserved nothing short of being spoiled after the past few years you’ve been working nonstop. I thought about asking Sumi where I should take you but that felt too much since she was the one who set this all up. The least I could do was pick a place. I think I missed the mark on that one.”

He looks at you with his mouth parted slightly, like he’s just told you an incredible secret he wasn’t ready to share just yet.

“And now I’m rambling. I’m sorry. I think we’re off to a bad start.”

You shake your head. “You aren’t rambling. If we’re being honest, I feel like I’m not being myself because I haven’t, err, been on a date in a while and this place is a little out of my comfort zone.”

“I think we can agree on that.” Sunghoon smiles at you and stands from his chair. He pulls a few large bills from his wallet and puts them on the table before holding his arm out for you. “You know, the reason why I brought up dumplings is because I know an amazing place just a few blocks from here.”

“Would it be awful of me to prefer that over this restaurant?”

Sunghoon shakes his head. “Sumi said I needed to spoil you so if taking you to a hole-in-the-wall dumpling house means spoiling you, I think I can manage that.”

The two of you exit quickly. He keeps a respectable distance and allows you your own space to walk. Sunghoon tells you his car is with the valet and that he’ll get it after dinner when you inquire about how he arrived. He’s dismayed when you tell him you called an Uber and tells you he’d be more than happy to drive you home, merely offering you a gentle smile when you tell him he doesn’t have to.

The restaurant is exactly how Sunghoon described it to be. It’s a small shop with only four tables and the menu is peeling off of the walls. Artwork of dumplings and other dishes hang haphazardly off the walls and there’s a stack of plates and napkins off to the side. But the aroma makes your mouth water and you feel the tension leaving your body as you sit down and smell the herbs and spics cooking behind the counter.

The dumplings are situated between the two of you in no time. You let Sunghoon take over ordering for the two of you and he tells you to trust his recommendations. He pays without so much of a fuss and the fondness that creeps up your cheeks is something you decide you’ll think about later. Something about the steaming pouches of goodness has both of you melting with the heat and soon, the two of you dig in like you haven’t eaten in years.

It feels good to be relaxed like this. You don’t feel confined by the rich ambiance of a fancy restaurant. Despite being dressed to the nines, it feels as though you two are old friends catching up. His sleeves are rolled up, which gives you a preview of his toned arms that have definitely doubled in size since the last time you saw him. Likewise, you’ve let your hair go and Sunghoon thinks the way it looks right now makes you all that more beautiful.

“Did you ever become a pilot?” Surprised, Sunghoon’s question brings you out of your thoughts.

“Oh, yes. I did. Did Sumi tell you how we met?”

He shakes his head. “No, actually. She didn’t tell me anything about you that was something tangible. I assume because you wore that pink plane keychain every day until graduating. I kept seeing airplanes on you everywhere.”

Sunghoon’s observation astounds you. It surprises you that he could ever pick that up from you because in your mind, Sunghoon was part of the popular crowd who chose to stick with his friends instead of making new ones. The thought that he might’ve paid attention to you never crossed your mind.

“I think everyone might’ve thought it was weird how obsessed I was when it came to airplanes. My head was so high up in the clouds—no pun intended—and it felt like high school passed in the blink of an eye. I didn’t think anyone paid attention.” You shove half a dumpling in your mouth to refrain from talking too much, choosing to focus on not letting the steam burn the roof of your mouth.

“We sat near each other for most of trigonometry in our third year,” Sunghoon tells you casually, like it’s a well-known fact between the two of you. “I always saw you drawing in the margins of our tests when you finished early. You always drew planes and birds, or something like that. I had to force myself to look back at my own exam sheet so it wouldn’t look like I was cheating.”

Sunghoon makes you laugh. “Being a pilot was my dream for the longest time. I was fascinated by aviation when my mom took me to watch the annual flight show. I could only picture myself as a pilot and I don’t think I ever wanted to be anything else.”

“You did it, though. That’s incredible.”

The heat creeps up your neck when you think about it. “I met Sumi in the training program during university and we were the only girls that semester. It was really hard to prove myself to my peers but I ended up graduating with top honors. That was a pretty good feeling.”

“You were so good at math. My mom tried to convince me to ask you to tutor me.”

“Why didn’t you?”

“Pride?” The two of you share a laugh. “I hated school. The reason I quit wasn’t because I wanted to focus on my education but because I lost my passion for skating professionally.”

Your eyes drop to the near-empty plate below you and use your chopsticks to push them around aimlessly. His words remind you of your own career and how you’ve worked tirelessly for the past few years only to come crashing down and burnt out. The love you have for aviation feels misplaced, like you’re taking a break from all you know.

“I understand what you mean,” you admit. “I love my career and everything it’s given me, but I lost my passion for flying commercially because it felt like I was moving without thinking. Everyone was relying on me and I couldn’t breathe. I couldn’t enjoy it the way I used to.”

“I always liked that about you. You were always so sure of yourself. I don’t think I’ve ever seen you doubt anything you put your mind to.”

“That’s awfully kind of you to say, considering I cried in the bathroom when I got a C+ on my literature paper back in the eleventh grade.” The two of you laugh and, for the first time in a while, you begin to feel yourself opening up. “I kept myself back then for the most part. I never felt like I had any real friends because most people were so concerned with who was dating who and who was wearing what. Even the people I surrounded myself with were kind of the same. Everybody cared too much about what everyone else was doing.”

“I liked that you had such an open mind. Being in classes with you made it bearable because you weren’t afraid of saying your opinion or challenging others in discussions. I wished I could’ve been as bold as you were.”

“Well, ‘bold’ is certainly a choice. I think teenage me thought I was better than everybody else.”

“You kind of were.”

“Now you’re just being nice.”

“I always thought you were considerate of other people. I never saw you making fun of anybody or doing anything to make people feel uncomfortable. You never cared about others the way everyone else did. You seemed so blasé and nonchalant about everything like you knew you were going to escape our town. I admired that about you.”

“I wonder what life would’ve been like if I just gave in to peer pressure. Maybe I’d have more friends and better memories.”

“I think you did it right even if it felt lonely. Sometimes I wondered if people wanted to be my friend because they liked me or because I was training to become an Olympian. A few people stopped talking to me when I retired but because I was still doing a few tournaments until the year ended, some people stuck around.”

“Teenagers are really mean, aren’t they?”

Sunghoon nods. “The meanest.”

“You were the talk of the town and everyone’s pride and joy. Having that much expectation put on your back probably wasn’t as great as you made it out to be.”

“No, not really. I think people only cared about my potential and not who I was. I was in and out of that ice rink like a cog in the machine. It felt like I would collapse on most days.”

“You played the part really well, if that counts for anything. I always thought you were so resilient and I wished I could’ve been like you.”

Sunghoon stares at you with a dumpling in between his chopsticks. “Really?”

“Yeah. You always talked about training and competing like it was something easy but I can’t imagine the toll it had on you as a kid having to wake up early to practice, go to school, only to go back to the rink. My mom always kept the news on in the morning and the reporters who followed you around would sing nothing but praises.”

“They liked to exaggerate that too much,” he tells you. “Everyone loves a hometown hero.”

“Still, I admired that you always put your best foot forward. I think that’s why I kept my head down and focused on my aviation career.”

“It must’ve been hard.” Sunghoon nods towards you like he’s trying to understand you. “You were always the smartest person in our year but still, I can’t imagine how hard you had to work to become a pilot.”

“It was really difficult but incredibly rewarding. I got to travel the world and explore cities I never knew existed. But being so young and achieving so much in a short period of time made me feel like I’d crash and burn at any second.”

“I can relate to that,” he says. “That’s why I quit skating. It felt like a job instead of my passion.

I let go of my dream to become an Olympian when I knew I’d lost my love for skating the way I used to.”

“I’m sorry.”

He shakes his head. “Don’t be. I still skate, just not in the capacity I once did.”

“Sumi told me you volunteer to teach kids how to skate on the weekends. I think that’s pretty amazing of you.”

It’s Sunghoon’s turn to blush. “It’s nothing. I missed skating after all these years of being off the ice.”

“Well, it seems to me like you got your passion back.”

“What about you?” he asks. “Do you like the place you work at now?”

“Quitting my job at my airline and starting to fly for a private company has been a weird change of pace. I get paid more to do half the work I did when I was flying commercially and I can’t help but wonder if I traded my love for flying for something easier because I couldn’t handle the pressure.”

“In my experience, everything happens for a reason and the path you choose can lead you anywhere. Even if it’s back to where you started.”

A soft smile adorns your lips. “You always did have a way with words.”

He snorts. “It must be all my years being media trained. My mom had to hire somebody to discipline me in front of a camera.”

“I wouldn’t have guessed.”

Time flies before your very eyes and you start to wonder how the two of you never crossed paths before. Sunghoon is funny, filled with anecdotes of his travels and the friends he made in university that have you doubling over in laughter. It feels good to let go like this. The two of you are merely two individuals getting to know one another without wondering if people are around the corner, waiting to spread gossip.

Talking to him makes you feel less alone. Sunghoon shares his struggles from balancing his skating career and trying to live his life like a normal teenage boy would. He tells you about his family and what they’ve been up to. Likewise, you tell him about your family and every milestone you’ve accomplished since he last saw you.

Maybe you’re looking too deeply into it, but you swear you see Sunghoon’s gaze flicker to your lips when you speak. He only eyes you momentarily before pushing his eyes back to connect with yours, but it makes your heart race every time he does it.

The silver necklace peeking from his shirt catches your eye the more you look at him. Sunghoon grew into all of his features and left you breathless. His lips are perfectly plump with a beautiful cupid’s bow and his skin is as clear as you remember it. His face is clean shaven and the intoxicating scent of his cologne has your head spinning in your seat. Sunghoon’s got a sharp jawline and killer eyes that make you feel intimidated and comforted at the same time. His muscles strain against the shirt he’s wearing and you will yourself to look at his face to prevent yourself from imagining what he might look like underneath.

The employee behind the order desk tells you the restaurant will be closing soon and you're shocked that the two of you have spent nearly two hours talking about everything and nothing. Conversation flows easily with Sunhoon and you learn things about him you never thought you would ever know, like how he isn’t the biggest fan of spicy food and how he considered moving to Japan for a year or two after university before finding his calling in Seoul.

He makes you feel seen. Sunghoon listens to your every word like he’s hanging on by a thread. Sunghoon asks follow up questions and brings up small details you barely remember saying like he’s trying to let you know he wants to know everything you’ve been up to since he last saw you. His eyes never stray from yours and this feeling you get in the pit of your stomach makes you think that being open to the possibility of dating doesn’t seem so scary anymore.

Sunghoon offers to drive you home and only lets you push against his word once before he insists. He reasons that it’s late at night and paying for an Uber would defeat the purpose since he’s offering a free ride back to your apartment. You oblige and walk a couple of blocks back to the valet, where Sunghoon tips the driver before opening the passenger door for you. It’s a small gesture but the lack of companionship and niceties makes this seem like a grand gesture.

You put your address into his GPS and enjoy the soft jazz he’s got playing in the background. It feels like the perfect end to a perfect evening, but you find yourself dismayed that it’s coming to a close so soon.

“Y/N?” Sunghoon asks in the midst of the quiet night, pulling you out of your daydreams. You whip your head to look at him.

“Hm?”

“I had a lot of fun tonight. I was apprehensive about blind dates at first because you never know what could happen. But of all the people I could’ve been with, I’m glad it was you.”

His words make your heartbeat stutter.

“I’m glad it was you too,” you tell him in barely above a whisper. “Sumi says I get uptight about dating sometimes. She says I need to let loose and lower my expectations if I want to be as carefree as other people.”

“What do you mean by that?”

The list of failed dates and having to use your own devices after one night stands leave you sighing in his passenger seat. “I guess I expect too much from other people? I don’t know. Every guy I’ve ever been with in the past hasn’t made me feel happy, if I’m being honest. In every sense of the word.”

Sunghoon chokes on his spit and he prays that you don’t notice. “Men don’t meet your standards, do they?”

“Yes. No? I don’t know. Maybe my standards are too high and I’ve just been putting too many expectations on people.”

“No,” he says quickly. “I don’t think your standards are too much for anyone. These people are too stupid to see what’s right in front of them.” Your breath catches in your throat.

Neither of you say anything else, especially when he parks in front of your building and insists on walking you to your door. The night is warm enough that he leaves his suit jacket in the car. Sunghoon follows you up the steps when you turn around.

“I…I had a really good time, Sunghoon,” you tell him honestly.

“Me too.” He balances himself on both legs, subtly rocking himself from side to side like he’s trying to abide time. Sunghoon doesn’t want to say goodnight. He wants to take you on a drive and prolong the date for as long as he can but he doesn’t want to force you to do anything you don’t want to do. Right now, Sunghoon is completely putty in your hands and he doesn’t think you know that. “I’m really, really happy we got to meet again.”

You don’t want to say part ways. Not when Sunghoon’s looking at you like you personally hung every star in the constellation visible above you.

“Do you want to come in?”

He breaks a smile. “I would love to.”

Sunghoon politely slips into your apartment behind you and takes his shoes off. He looks around and sees remnants of you all over it, from the wall decor to the photos of you and your friends. It feels surreal to him that he could ever exist in a space beside you when all he’s done is daydream about the kinds of things you like. His teenage self is jumping for joy.

“Your apartment is so…you,” Sunghoon says, fingertips brushing along the back of your couch.

“I hope that’s a good thing?”

“It’s the best, actually.” Sunghoon chuckles. “The color scheme is very, very you.”

“Well, thank you for saying that.” You hand him a glass of water. “I would offer something else but I’ve yet to settle into my new life where I actually get to spend time in my own apartment.”

Sunghoon takes the drink from you and taps it against your own. “I’m sure this will be the best glass of water I’ve ever tasted.”

The silence is thick. Sunghoon thinks you look too delectable in that dress of yours and despite the water flowing down his throat, it feels dry. Your makeup has smudged only slightly, but the worn in look makes you look so independent and confident like he remembers you to be. His heart swells and he can’t help but drink you in with his eyes.

“You’re incredible,” he says amidst the silence. “I always knew you’d go places. I had a feeling you were meant for so much more than small town gossip and superlatives that didn’t matter after we graduated. I’m happy to know that I was right.”

“I find it kind of hard to believe you had so much faith in someone you barely knew.” Sunghoon sets his glass on your counter and takes a step closer towards you.

“You were so easy to find, Y/N. You were unlike anybody I’d ever met and sixteen-year-old me was just learning how to run for the first time. At the risk of sounding like a creep, it felt like you were always there with me. You never made me feel like I could be an Olympian. Looking at you made me feel like I could be anyone I wanted to be.”

“Sunghoon…that’s really nice of you to say.”

“I always wanted to be like you. Strong. You knew where you were going and didn’t feel the need to tell everyone about it. I wanted to be as determined as you were. I just wish I had the courage to talk to you.”

His words leave you speechless. You’d spend a while pining after Sunghoon in your youth until ultimately deciding that it wasn’t worth it because of who he was and how many people admired him too. His words catapult an array of emotions from your chest and you find your heart beating with every second that passes by. He’s looking at you like you’re the only person worth seeing.

“I know what people thought of me and I know it seemed like I was unapproachable. But God, I wish I would’ve been brave enough to talk to you. You never made me feel like I was too much. Seeing you work so hard to leave our town made me that much more determined to do the same. I think that’s when I knew I lov—”

Sunghoon’s near-confession hangs in the air. Your eyes widen in shock with his at the same time. He can’t believe he’s nearly revealed a secret he’s been keeping for the past decade and you can’t believe someone you used to have a massive crush on could’ve returned your feelings had you said something.

It all feels overwhelming. But it’s the good kind. You feel like the world is within your grasp and that you could have everything you could ever want if you gained enough courage to go after it. Emboldened, you take a step forward until you’re nearly touching his chest with yours.

“Did you mean what you said? Did you love me?”

His lips part like he’s trying to figure out what to say. Your breath stills in anticipation. You aren’t sure if you’re ready to hear a rejection but you brace yourself anyway, leaving your hands by your side to give Sunghoon the option to leave.

But he doesn’t.

“Yes.”

The confession hangs from his lips and your apartment is quiet. That single syllable is enough to make the tides within you crash like violent waves against a shallow shore. This feeling excites you and makes you nervous at the same time. But you’re starting to like the feeling of pushing ahead and being reckless with your actions.

For so long, you’ve felt defined by what people expect of you. You’ve been running nonstop ever since the opportunity to leave your hometown was presented to you and it feels like you’re always on the edge of a cliff. This time, you will yourself to take the leap and jump off the deep end because you have a feeling Sunghoon will be at the bottom to catch you.

“Kiss me.”

Sunghoon breaks his demeanor and surges forward to capture your lips on his own. His hands cradle your jaw like you’re something precious he doesn't want to break. His lips are so plush against your own and they’re warm to the touch. Sunghoon tilts his head until he’s slotted perfectly against you and, somehow, you feel like tonight was always meant to end up like this.

You pull away first. Sunghoon keeps his hands on your jaw and pushes his forehead against yours until you feel his eyelashes against your skin. Being here with him feels right. It feels like the best, reckless step you take before you reach your truest, happiest potential.

“I can’t lose you again,” Sunghoon whispers. “I can’t just let you go.”

“Then don’t. Stay with me.”

He doesn’t respond verbally, instead moving his hands to grip your waist and push his lips back onto yours. Sunghoon kisses with fervor like he’s trying to taste you all at once. His movements are slow and meticulous, the sound of lips smacking making his head go dizzy like he can’t believe he gets to kiss you the way he’s always wanted to.

Sunghoon doesn’t want to move too fast, fearing that you’ll push him away. He allows you to set the tone, moving in tandem with your movements until your hands are clawing at his shoulders like you want to become part of him. Only then does he move his mouth faster against yours. The room is filled with short breaths and excited moans coming from the both of you until he’s got you pinned between his body and the counter behind you.

He drags his lips down your neck and this sensation alone feels better than all of the men you’ve been with previously. You hike your leg on his hip to grind yourself against his lap and Sunghoon holds you in place to support your balance. His tongue is wet against your skin and his warm breath feels so delicious mixed with the cool air. Your body feels like it’s on fire, as if Sunghoon and him alone was the key to setting you ablaze.

“You deserve the best,” he mutters against your skin. “I can feel that you’re wound up.”

“Make it better,” you whine, holding his body for support. “I need you to make it better.”

“Yeah? Need me to fix it for you?”

“Please fix it for me.”

Sunghoon nips at your skin. “Poor baby. Your muscles are so tight. Let me make you feel better.”

“Anything,” you breathe out.

Sunghoon pulls himself from you and you waste no time, leading him to your bedroom in anticipation. You’ve decided that there’s no inhibition to throw out the window because inviting Sunghoon into your most sacred space feels like the right choice to make. Your heart pounds within you and the heat between your legs becomes too much to handle.

When you’ve reached your bedroom, Sunghoon takes hold of your hand and pushes you around until your back is flush against his chest. The sudden movement makes you gasp and he shuts his eyes and imagines the sounds you’ll make when his hand is on your pussy,

“Let me take your stress away,” he says just below your ear, kissing the soft skin that leaves you shivering under your touch. “When’s the last time you let go, hm? Always so independent and strong. Give into me, Y/N. Let yourself go.”

Sunghoon hands stay gently on your waist as your head hands back against him. He peppers gentle kisses to your neck like he’s coaxing you to release the tension in your body. But it’s not like he’s forcing you. No, your entire body is slowly becoming dependent on his hands and you’re starting to wonder if letting Sunghoon have you the way he wants would be such a bad thing.

His lips on your skin feel like this was fated. Past hookups never made you feel like you could shatter at any given moment. Your incessant need to be recognized as a strong-willed, capable woman bleeds into every aspect of your life that it makes relinquishing control that much more difficult. But right now, you’re putty in Sunghoon’s hands and his grip makes you feel like he’d never let you go.

When he feels you nod against him, his lips curl into a pleased smile. He squeezes your hips and moves his hand down your leg until he’s caught the slit in your dress. Sunghoon allows his fingertips to roam against your smooth skin, appreciating the warmth you provide.

“You deserve to let go.” He brings his right hand to the inside of your thigh and caresses the soft skin, gently coaxing you to open up for him. Sunghoon hooks his chin on your shoulder to see and watches as he inches forward until he’s touching your pussy above your lace panties. “Doesn’t that feel good?”

“So good,” you whisper, eyes closed shut and mouth parted just slightly ajar. Sunghoon smiles at you and kisses your shoulder blade. His free arm is loosely wrapped around your middle while his fingers dance along your covered slit.

“Relinquishing control begins with your body. You can’t let yourself go until your body is relaxed.” Sunghoon keeps his pace and pressure, allowing you to completely melt into him. You can’t help but let your body rest against his chest. “There you go. Atta girl. See how much better you feel when you let yourself go?”

He presses his fingers into you with more pressure, eliciting a small gasp from your lips. The sound edges Sunghoon on, who grips your side with the hand wrapped around you. His slow ministrations feel like magic with the way your body grows heavier by the minute. Time seems to be at a standstill. You can’t hear anything other than your own heartbeat and the small, quiet breaths coming from the man behind you.

It feels as though Sunghoon is undoing years worth of stress with his fingers. You’re almost embarrassed by how wet you’ve become if not for Sunghoon encouraging it by allowing his palm to rub you back and forth. The thrill jumps up your spine and a gush of arousal splashes onto him.

“So good for me,” he whispers in disbelief, watching the way your hips move with his hand. The stickiness on his skin is welcomed and he pushes his hand farther down to cup your pussy. His lips return to your neck and you can’t remember a time where you’ve become so relaxed so quickly.

His face is so close to yours. He’s close to you in a way that only crossed your mind a handful of times but nothing compares to the touch he gives you, so reassuring and bold. The other men you’ve been with have rushed hastily, barely giving you any time to enjoy yourself before the ordeal is over. But not Sunghoon. He’s on a mission to make you feel as desired as possible.

The silence surrounding him is almost too quiet if not for your short gasps. Sunghoon positions himself so that your mouth is right by his ear and the little moans you emit make his cock jump in his trousers. He pushes your panties aside and allows your slick to coat his fingers, swishing them back and forth until his hand becomes drenched in you.

You don’t know what to do with your own hands, his own giving you enough pleasure to cloud your inhibitions. You settle with putting your arms on top of his, feeling his taut muscles through his shirt. Sunghoon feels toned to the touch and you wonder just how sculpted he must be.

“Sit on the bed with me, yeah?” Sunghoon mumbles against your neck.

When you nod, he pulls back until he’s far enough to give you enough room to sit with your dress hiked up to your waist. You move to spread your legs as far as they’ll go until you’re knocking into his thighs. His grip on your body makes you feel like you can let all of your inhibitions go. Sunghoon makes you feel like if you relinquish all of your control, he’ll be there to catch you if you fall.

He moves his hands to dip his fingertips below the waistband of your panties, briefly admiring the lacy fabric against his knuckles the deeper he goes. You’ve become so wet that his fingers automatically slip between your folds and the low moan he emits against your skin causes you to clench against him.

Your muscles tremble and your hips refuse to sit still. You chase his hand until Sunghoon dips a single finger inside of you, your warm walls enveloping him like he was always meant to be inside of you like this.

“Be a good girl and let me make you happy,” Sunghoon says.

His fingers work expertly, adding another one and pumping into you at a pace that makes your legs feel like putty. Combined with the soft kisses he’s leaving on your neck, Sunghoon’s fingers make you feel like nothing bad could ever happen when you’re with him.

You nod at his words and he pushes himself into you deeper until the sound of your arousal splashes against his hand and soaks the material of your underwear. Sunghoon admires the large patch from where he sits and your eyes feel like they’re sewn shut.

“See what happens when you relax?” Sunghoon pumps his fingers in and out of you at a steady pace and your pussy clenches around him. More arousal gushes out of you, making it easier for Sunghoon to deliver that jolt of pleasure you’ve been craving so desperately. “How long has it been since you’ve been touched like this?”

“Too long,” you nearly stutter. The confession makes you blush, folding against Sunghoon’s chest in near embarrassment.

“Fuck,” he whispers. “Nobody’s prepped you right. No wonder you’re so tense. Even your pussy is so tight.”

Sunghoon’s words encourage your first orgasm and when he feels your hips buck against his palm, he speeds up and helps you approach your high. You grip his arms when he curls his fingers inside you, discovering what makes you tick and what will make you come the fastest. He thrusts his hand against you and the heel of his palm rubs against your sensitive nub until you’re letting out a loud moan that you’ve been desperately trying to keep at bay.

“Atta girl. Your moans are so sexy. Keep moaning for me.”

He doesn’t relent either. You’re still working through your high and you allow yourself to completely melt against him. Your string of whimpers begins to subdue as your high wears off and you’re cognizant of his erection pressing against your lower back.

When your body leans flush against Sunghoon, he pulls his hands from your panties and maneuvers your back onto the bed with his lips attached to yours. The kiss is somewhere between passionate and desperate. Both hands support his body on either side of your head as your limp arms try to hold onto his neck.

He pushes himself further into you until your breasts are pushed against his chest. Sunghoon pinches your hip and slips his tongue into your mouth when you gasp, drinking in your moans with every second that ticks by. You wrap your legs around his body and pull him into you as tightly as you can as if you're trying to become part of him. His tongue feels warm to the touch and you can’t think of a time where a man has made you feel as desired as right now.

Sunghoon dips his head to the side and you open your eyes for a brief moment, staring at your ceiling. It feels surreal to have someone as considerate and handsome as Sunghoon on top of you, adorning your neck with wet kisses. He drags his mouth from one side of your jaw to the other until he’s kissing your chest. His breaths are warm against your wet skin and your fingers thread themselves through his hair, fingers brushing his scalp in a way that pulls a deep moan from him.

His body travels down your own, hands massaging your breasts and pushing your dress up as his lips worship your skin. Sunghoon pulls off your underwear and sinks to his knees before you. He looks at you like he’s bewitched, as if you’ve cast a spell on him to make him yearn to know what you must taste like.

“Your pussy’s so pretty,” he says slowly, bringing his thumb to rub your wet clit. “I could eat it all day if you’d let me.”

Sunghoon dives in head first and sticks his tongue out to lick you from bottom to top. His sharp jawline clenches every time he sticks his tongue out to taste you. The sensation is overwhelming in the best way possible and his mouth has your back arching off of your bed. He expertly licks you all over and provides the right amount of pressure that has you clenching against his tongue.

“Don’t think,” he says against you, like it’s a command. “Let yourself feel me. I’m right here.”

As if to emphasize his words, Sunghoon finds your hands and interlocks your fingers all while his eyes are closed, enjoying the way you taste. He takes his time, moving his tongue in slow, languid movements. Foreplay is the golden ticket you’ve been missing, with men in your past treating it like something they wanted to get out of the way. But not for Sunghoon. He draws it out like he can’t get enough of you, pushing his tongue against you with more pressure and taking it away at his leisure.

You don’t want to think about how many girls have been in this position with him. The mere thought that anyone else might’ve experienced this Sunghoon makes your stomach drop and it makes you cling onto the euphoria he’s giving you. Sunghoon squeezes your hands when he feels your legs closing between his legs and you do your best to relax the lower half of your body, occasionally bucking your hips against his face.

He periodically fucks your pussy with his tongue, thrusting it in and out when he changes his movements. Your wetness pools around the corners of his mouth and he does his best to lick it all up. The room is hot and your wanton moans fill the space like an erotic soundtrack.

Sunghoon must know you’re close to your second orgasm of the night when he pushes his face farther into you and lets his mouth become a tool for you. His nose bumps your clit and his tongue works relentlessly, pressing against your walls like he’s trying to taste every single part of you. Your hips rise and fall as you grind against him, gradually picking up speed as Sunghoon eats away at your sanity.

You pull your hands away from his when you’re nearly there. You push your hands through his hair and tug on the soft, silky strands and place your feet on his shoulders. Your toes curl in excitement with every second that passes by and Sunghoon moans straight into your pussy when you pull on his hair

“Fuck, I’m cumming!”

That sensation alone sends you into another frenzy. Sunghoon attempts to catch every drop and doesn’t pull himself from between your legs. He pries them open when the pressure begins to fade, situating himself and pushing his body so he can lick you clean from where he’s kneeling.

Even when your breathing has started to become steady, Sunghoon continues his ministrations. He peppers kisses to the inside of your thighs and onto your pussy as if to soothe you from moments prior. It feels warm. His lips provide the kind of comfort you could only fantasize about when bringing a boy into your bed. Sunghoon’s fingers are gentle, too, massaging your skin until your body is completely parallel to the bed.

“You’re beyond perfect,” Sunghoon whispers in between kisses. “You taste so sweet.”

“I wanna see you.”

Sunghoon obliges and rises from his spot, hovering over you with a single arm beside you to keep his balance. He looks down at you as if you mean something more to him than just a chance at a blind date. A warm feeling buzzes throughout your body and you pull Sunghoon down by his neck to lock him into a kiss.

You kiss him slowly and intensely but just as passionately as before. You pour all of your feelings into him with your near-desperate plea to have him close to you. Kissing Sunghoon feels like the kind of freedom you’ve been craving so long and having somebody allow you to let yourself merely feel is something you never knew you wanted prior to tonight. Your hand rakes against his abdomen and he moans into your mouth. He feels sculpted underneath the fabric and to refrain from feeling overwhelmed by his unwavering beauty.

“Wanna feel you,” you tell him against his lips. “I want you to feel good too.”

“You’re already making me feel good.” You shake your head and push your hand down until you’re cupping his rock hard erection through his trousers. He’s big, bigger than you anticipated, and you feel your pussy becoming wetter despite two previous orgasms.

“I want your cock inside of me, Hoon.”

The nickname you call him, no matter how often he hears it, feels different when you say it. You make his name sound like honey, like something he craves. He’ll be damned if he doesn’t give you what you want. Sunghoon leans down to kiss you again.

“You’ll get whatever you want from me.”

Sunghoon beckons you to push yourself up on your bed until you’re brawling up the bed and lying against the pillows. You take the liberty to pull off the rest of your dress and watch as he slowly begins to unbutton his shirt, revealing his toned chest and abdomen. The silver necklace that was once hidden by his shirt now decorates his body and it has your mouth watering at the right or the reflective metal against his Adonis-like body.

He walks on his knees closer to you when your arm reaches out to touch him. He flexes underneath your fingertips and allows you to explore every ridge and dip he has to offer. Sunghoon watches the way your eyes become glossy and as you wet your lips with your tongue. He feels like he’s being eaten alive and he wants it to stay that way.

He unbuckles his belt and pushes it down, along with his boxers, until his cock springs free. Your eyes divert from his chest to where his cock sits above his pants and watch as his hand pumps his length languidly. Your eyes bulge out of your sockets and Sunghoon does his best to keep a straight face.

“You gonna let me in?” he asks, pushing his pants down further. You nod enthusiastically and lay back onto the pillows beneath you as he kicks off the rest of his clothes and throws them haphazardly beside him.

He situates himself between your legs and allows the tip of his cock rest against your clit. The sensation is too good for you to even fathom and you wonder what his cock will feel like once it’s fully sheathed inside of you.

Sunghoon is impressive in size and girth. Your wetness and his arousal provides the perfect, slippery texture for him to slide himself between your folds. He pulls back until his tip begins to breach your hole and he pushes himself into you inch by inch until he’s slowly sinking into you.

The two of you allow yourselves to bask in each other’s company. The initial moans coming from both of you harmonize in pure euphoric sensation. Your walls feel like expensive silk he’d search high and low for. His pace is slow, setting the tone against the moonlit backdrop of your bedroom. Your nerves have since disappeared and the view of his perfect body makes you feel like Aphrodite yourself.

“Fuck,” he moans. “Your pussy is incredible.”

He angles himself perfectly on top of you until his cock impaled the deepest parts within you. His expert strokes make your eyes flutter until you struggle to see him through your lashes, but that doesn’t stop you from trying. Seeing him with his chest in the air and the necklace hitting his skin makes you clench around him.

“Feels so…good,” you moan out. Words are becoming harder to come by the more passionately he fucks you, his cock reaching parts no man has ever felt before.

“So sweet and ready for me.”

“Sunghoon…” you trail off, “more…Please give me more.”

He obliges, pulling one of your legs to his shoulder as he pushes himself deeper into you. He stills for a moment, letting a wad of spit from his mouth onto the place where the two of you meet before thrusting again. Your voice cracks as you cry out and it’s the single hottest sound Sunghoon has ever heard. His hips move like a dancer, so graceful and precise in his movements. His hot skin makes your own feel like you’ve been set on fire and the only way to quell this temperature is to come.

He smacks his pelvis against yours and the weight of his balls against your ass is too delicious for you to comprehend. You’re in the purest state of euphoria, mouth hanging open as your hand finds his. Sunghoon laces his fingers between yours and continues to push and push against you until the tip of his cock is nudging where you need him the most.

“Oh god,” you choke, squeezing his hand.

“Jesus Christ,” he mutters, looking down at where the two of you connect.

“I’m gonna…I’m gonna cum again.”

“Let go for me,” he says, encouraging you with a kiss to your ankle. “Show me just how beautiful you are.”

Overwhelmed with the sensation of his lips on you and his cock drilling into your pussy, you focus on the way Sunghoon looks at you with pure ecstasy. A line of sweat forms on his brows and his shoulders flex every single time he thrusts into you. Your eyes avert to the long mirror you have tucked away beside your closet and you nearly choke on your spit when you see the way his back muscles ripple every time he pushes himself against your body. His broad shoulders cover your entire being and you arch your back at the sight of his beautiful body on top of yours.

The necklace he wears dangles right on top of you and the sight of his pleasured expressions paired with the metal on your skin is something out of a wet dream. It taps against your skin in sync with his thrusts. Sunghoon’s looks like the epitome of sexy from where you lay and you can’t help but come when you realize just how hot he looks when he fucks.

“I’m so fucked,” he whispers to himself amidst your orgasm. Sunghoon’s gentle coos coax a final one out of you and he watches as his cock becomes painted in a thick layer of white.

You pull him by his neck until he’s buried in the crook of yours. Your legs wrap around his body while you’re lost in pleasure and you squeeze your pussy around Sunghoon to encourage him to come with you.

His hips keep moving, albeit in a sloppier manner. Sunghoon impales you from this angle and his hot breath graces your neck every time he drags his cock in and out of you. He feels bigger like this, hitting so deep within you that you’re almost positive you can see constellations on your ceiling.

Sunghoon finally comes inside of you but he doesn’t stop thrusting until he’s given you all he has to offer. His movements begin to slow down as your shared pleaser brings to ebb. The weight of his chest against yours brings you to the forefront of your reality.

Sunghoon peppers numerous kisses onto your face. He kisses your chin and jawline, both of your cheeks, your nose, your temples and eyelids, and all over your forehead before kissing you on the lips. He keeps a slow pace, allowing you to kiss him until you’re ready to pull away. But you don’t want to, enjoying the sound of your mouths moving against one another in the quiet of the night. Instead, Sunghoon pushes your hair from your face until your eyes are visible to him.

“Good girl,” he whispers against your lips. “Do you feel more relaxed?”

“I feel like I could sleep for a thousand years.”

“I meant what I said before.” Sunghoon looks at you with deep, meaningful eyes. He looks at your drooping lashes and kisses your forehead again. “I can’t let you go now that I’ve found you.”

“Then don’t,” you tell him. You throw all of your inhibitions out of the window. Whether it be because of three mind blowing orgasms or how tonight reminded you that life is too short to control yourself all the time, you aren’t sure. You don’t care to figure it out either. “I meant it when I asked you to stay with me.”

“I can make a mean breakfast,” he says as he slips out of you. “Or I can take you out. I don’t mind. Whatever you want.”

You don’t have to think twice about it.

“I don’t mind either way. I just want you.”

*✧･ﾟ─────────── *✧･

@bambangan is why i’m posting this

i did it first / park jongseong

where cute, playful, and innocent arguments with your boyfriend are welcomed and appreciate as they lead into the sweetest moments genre fluff, established relationship

as you and jay walk back to the car after your date, the cool evening air still carrying the warmth of your laughter and lingering touches, you can’t help but feel a little smug. tonight had been perfect—dinner at your favorite restaurant, a walk along the river, and now a comfortable car ride back home. but as soon as you both climb in and buckle up, jay’s signature teasing smirk reappears, and you already know what’s about to happen.

“you know you’re wrong, right?” jay starts, his voice playful, throwing a quick glance your way as he starts the engine. “i definitely loved you first.”

you roll your eyes, half-expecting this after a night like tonight. "oh, please. there is no way that’s true. i’m the one who fell for you first!"

jay laughs under his breath, pulling out onto the road. "y/n, you can tell yourself whatever makes you feel better, but we both know i fell first. you didn’t even realize i existed at first."

crossing your arms, you lean back in your seat, your competitive side already on high alert. "are you kidding me? i knew exactly who you were. remember that time i ‘accidentally’ bumped into you in the library? that was totally planned, just so i could talk to you.”

he gives you a side-eye, the corners of his mouth quirking up. "oh yeah? well, i noticed you way before that. i was already into you the first time you asked me what time class started. you literally already knew, but i could tell you just wanted to talk to me."

"and you think that means you fell first?" you ask, raising an eyebrow. "i strategically sat near you during every lunch period! i even switched friend groups just to get closer to you."

jay shakes his head, smiling as he recalls those moments. "okay, but who was the one who went out of his way to offer you help in chemistry? even though i was just as lost as you were?"

you can’t help but laugh at that memory, your attempts to look like you understood the periodic table just as hopeless as jay’s. "oh, please. that was nothing compared to when i pretended i needed help with my project just so i could come over to your place.”

jay glances over at you, raising his eyebrows. "you did know how to finish that project, didn’t you?"

“of course i did! but i wanted an excuse to spend time with you,” you admit with a playful smile, knowing that your antics back then were nothing short of ridiculous.

“remember the time i stayed up all night baking cookies for your birthday? that definitely means i was in love with you before you even had a clue.”

“those cookies were good, but come on, y/n,” jay says, grinning as he keeps his eyes on the road. “i was the one who found out your favorite drink at that coffee shop you went to every morning, and then i ‘just so happened’ to show up there at the same time.”

"oh please, anyone could’ve done that," you shoot back, laughing. “i took hours picking out your birthday gift that year. i went to three different stores to find something you’d like.”

jay's laugh bubbles up, shaking his head. "okay, fine. but do you remember when i walked you home in the rain after class, even though i didn’t have an umbrella and was soaked by the time we got to your place?"

you bite your lip, remembering that moment vividly. you had felt guilty for days afterward, thinking he’d catch a cold just because he didn’t want you to walk home alone. "alright, that was sweet, but it still doesn’t prove you loved me first."

jay rolls his eyes playfully. "yes, it does. i was the one who volunteered to carry your books every day even though you insisted you didn’t need help.”

"oh, so now you’re just gonna keep using the ‘nice guy’ routine?" you tease, unable to stop the grin spreading across your face. "because i waited for you outside your basketball practices just to see you for like five seconds."

“and i,” jay interjects, “started wearing cologne because you once told me that you liked how a guy smelled when he walked by in class. i literally changed my entire scent just for you.”

you burst out laughing at his confession. "are you serious? i had no idea! that’s actually kinda cute.”

“yeah, well, i was pretty obsessed with you,” jay admits, a sheepish grin on his face.

as you both make your way to the front door, the conversation picks right back up, neither of you ready to let the other win. the entire way up the stairs to your apartment, you continue to volley back and forth, trying to outdo each other’s arguments with more memories and playful jabs.

“i showed up to your first big presentation, remember? i even sat through two hours of boring speeches just to support you,” you say, sliding off your shoes by the door.

jay follows closely behind, grinning. "well, i drove two hours to surprise you at that concert you were dying to go to, even though i hate crowds."

you stop in the middle of the hallway, turning to face him. “oh, so now it’s a contest of who made the biggest sacrifice?”

jay laughs, leaning against the wall, arms crossed as he watches you. "well, if it is, then i’m winning. i literally skipped out on a game with my friends just to hang out with you at that café. and i never miss game night.”

you shake your head, feeling your heart swell at how much effort he had put in. "okay, fine. but remember the time i took care of you when you got sick? i stayed up all night just to make sure you were okay.”

jay smirks, stepping closer to you. "and who was the one who brought you soup when you had that horrible cold and couldn’t get out of bed?"

"you did," you admit with a smile. "but that still doesn’t mean you loved me first."

jay takes another step closer, his grin softening into something sweeter, more intimate. "you really want to keep this going, huh?”

you nod, crossing your arms and trying to look defiant, even though your heart is racing.

“fine,” jay says, his voice dropping to a teasing whisper as he stands right in front of you now, eyes locked with yours. “there’s only one way to settle this.”

before you can respond, he gently cups your face in his hands, his lips meeting yours in a soft, lingering kiss that melts away any lingering debate between you. his kiss is warm and sweet, like a silent reminder of how much he loves you, whether he fell first or not.

when he finally pulls away, you’re both smiling, breathless but content.

"now will you admit that i loved you first?" he asks, his forehead resting gently against yours.

you laugh, shaking your head slightly. "not a chance."

jay chuckles, pulling you into his arms as he hugs you tightly. "fine. as long as you know i love you now."

“that,” you whisper, snuggling into his chest, "i know for sure."

and with that, the playful argument fades away and whoever fell first be damned.

love bite — sjy

bf!jake x gf! reader

warnings: established relationship, suggestive (minors dni), kissing/making out?, biting, marking, grinding, hair pulling, petnames (baby) , smallcases written work

wc: 930~

synopsis: your boyfriend’s collarbone makes you give dracula a small run for his money

a/n: i actually wrote for a second time. wow. it had to be done… anyway! genuinely don’t know what i did nor do i want to know anymore 😃 but this is mainly for myself bc i can’t either bite his or my wife’s collarbone so @ja3yun, angel, this one is for you. i wish to do to u what yn did to jakey 🙂‍↕️ or i just want jake idk anymore send help but anyway feedbacks are appreciated 🧛

“stop staring.”

“hm?”

“yn.”

you smile innocently at your boyfriend as he gives you a pointed look. to be honest, you have been staring at him — specifically his collarbone that is currently peaking from under his hoodie.

“can you please focus?”

oh, right. jake’s been trying to explain to you the material from the latest physics class but you seem to lose your focus. and how could you not? his pretty, kind of — definitely — suckable collarbone is just sitting there, waiting for you to bite on… you’re just a girl after all.

“let me bite you.” you say suddenly and for a second your eyes widen, surprised that you actually voiced your thoughts.

jake tilts his head and looks at you with a curious look. you’re not usually the dominant one in the relationship, always letting him to take the lead in your intimate moments.

although his focus should remain on the task at hand, your outburst has diverted him into your way of thinking and now his thoughts are filled of your soft lips on his skin and the way you look at him sends a small shiver down his spine as heat courses through his veins.

he leans back against the headboard of his bed, his hoodie somehow slipping a little further down his shoulder, exposing more of that collarbone you’ve been eyeing so intently.

“you want to bite me?” he asks, voice low, almost teasing.

you bite your bottom lip and nod, feeling confident now that you sense the desire in his voice.

“just a little bit.” you murmur, a mischievous smile spreading across your lips as you move closer to him and let your fingers brush against the fabric of his hoodie, tugging it down more to expose that tempting, just so tempting skin of his.

jake’s breath hitches as he watches you. it’s not like you to be so forward and that contrast between your usual shyness, submissive attitude versus this sudden boldness is making his heart race. he doesn’t stop you when you press your lips to his collarbone, slowly kissing the exposed skin. your teeth graze him without notice and he feels a jolt of electricity run through him.

“yn…” he breathes out, his hands instinctively finding your waist, pulling you closer as your lips work their way along his collarbone. the softness of your lips kissing, tongue peaking out to lick at his skin and the nip of your teeth is driving him insane, each touch of yours going straight to his dick as he feels himself getting hard.

you’re so focused on him, lost in the sensation of his warm skin beneath your mouth that you barely notice the way his hands tighten around you, pulling you into his lap and making you straddle him.

you let out a small gasp, feeling his hard on pressing into your core. his hands make their way to your back, lowering you completely on him.

you detach yourself from his collarbone and move to look at him. your breath halts as you see him looking at you with darkened eyes and slightly parted lips. he drops his gaze on your glossy lips, touching them slowly with his thumb. you part them, biting down on his finger.

his eyes seem to darken even more, his lips crashing against yours, hungry and demanding. his hands find the hem of your shirt and he doesn’t even think twice before he pulls it over your head.

he breaks your kiss to look at you and you suddenly feel a bit shy under his gaze as he’s taking you in, staring as if you’re the beautiful thing he’s ever seen.

you take advantage of him staring at you and you take control to reach the zipper of his hoodie, your fingers brushing against his chest as you pull it down, revealing more of the skin you’ve been craving.

you lean in, pressing soft, open-mouthed kisses along his collarbone, revelling in the way his breath comes in short gasps and the way his grip on your waist tightens.

“baby, you’re driving me insane…” he groans, his voice strained and filled with a kind of desperation that feeds into your ego and makes you start rocking back and forth slowly on him.

you smile at his words, enjoying the effect you have on him. “i like driving you insane.” you whisper against his bone and feeling brave, you give him small kitten licks along it.

he swallows thickly as your kisses move slowly higher, settling on a spot just near his pulse, feeling it pounding. you let your lips part against his skin as you begin to suck gently, your tongue flicking against him and teeth biting into as you work on leaving him with your mark.

jake moans again and bucks himself up into you. the sound spurs you on and you suck and bite a little harder, feeling his heartbeat quicken. as you pull back you’re greeted by the sight of a dark mark blossoming on his skin and you smile in satisfaction.

his hands glide up your back, fingers threading into your flowing hair. with a firm grip, he gently tugs, tilting your head back to expose your neck and the curve of your chest, barely covered by your bra. he leans closer, his warm breath hovering over your skin. his lips graze your collarbone, pressing a slow, lingering kiss before his tongue begins to trace along the delicate ridge.

“my turn to bite," he murmurs with a cheshire-cat grin, and you've never been more grateful for giving voice to your desires.

[ ♥︎ ] ── drunkenly in love  |  lhs.

in which heeseung comes to you with stupid smiles, slurred words ‘nd with tipsy thoughts of you.

content : fem reader , fluff , intoxication , drunk hee! , petnames , wc. 811 , minimal proofread . hes a lil bit clingy & a loser but hes charming ! ><

notes. videos of heeseung giggling while drunk is actually cute like omg i will bite u

“hi, baby.”

heeseung smiles at you like you have just saved the world and frankly, maybe you did in another universe—maybe you did not, either way heeseung adores you with any shape or form that he could muster up.

and his smile is contagious, muttering off into the night his eyes fluttering as he shift his weight on his right leaning to the door frame of your home with jay beside him on his left assisting him in fear of him falling on his own weight.

jay smiles apologetically, “the guys kept giving him drinks. he kept losing in the game, to be honest.” he says as he tries to keep your boyfriend upright. “sorry, yn. he kept saying he should see you and he wouldn’t stop whining.”

you crinkle at the thought, “it’s okay. thank you for bringing him home safe.” you waved off. “you should go, i’m pretty sure jake is vomiting out.. the window?”

you hear a curse leaving from his mouth, panicking as he looks back into the car.

“shit. i’m really sorry, again. gotta get those guys home.” he sighs exasperatedly.

a giggle escapes you, bidding the man goodbyes and a well safe travel. taking heeseung from his arms and from your door frame, your boyfriend drapes himself over you. a strong smell of liquor comes from him, making you scrunch away a little from the scent. he hums from the contact instantly melting over you.

“you smell so good,” he muttered, nuzzling into your head. “i’ve missed you, pretty.”

“you got pretty drunk, huh?” a lilt in your tone tells him you’re not all too mad at him. not really finding any reason to do so, you figured he deserves to loosen up a little bit and have fun with the guys.

he only nods thoughtlessly, dragging himself inside your home all the way to your shared bedroom with you by his side. he plops down the mattress as he lays there smacking his lips and frowning trying to relieve the reeling of his head.

“i should get you some water. stay here, ‘seungie.” untangling yourself from him, you stand making your way outside, but not even a step forward a hand wraps up to your wrist forcing you to stay on your spot.

“where are you going?” he looks a little like a lost deer under the warm lights, his eyes sharing the same shine. “don’t go.” a pout resides on his lips as he tries to keep himself up from the bed.

“i’m just getting you water, you need to stay hydrated, hee.” you try to reason with him.

“‘m fine, just stay here.” he tugs you to him.

you try to resist, standing your ground into getting him some water, but his grip on you only stays as you move some more.

in your endeavor of keeping your boyfriend hydrated has somehow ended up with you losing your balance and him dragging you to lay by his side of the bed with his arms encased around you. you huffed, accepting your faith and would have to get him something in the morning (you can only trust that jay has already took care of him and managed to get him to drink something other than alcohol in his system.)

heeseung hums pleased, feeling your body against his as the night descends upon his mind and eyes. a semblance of comfort takes him with your warmth that he recognizes. admitting defeat you let yourself be engulfed with heeseung’s embrace.

it’s quiet.

but you don’t mind, you bask in it and so does heeseung. his fingers trail over your skin, drawing random patterns of anything just to feel you. the night strolls a little slower now.

“..hey,” heeseung whispers softly.

you grin at him, you couldn’t help it. after all it was heeseung, it was just him, but it was enough for the butterflies finding themselves in your stomach, “hey, you too.”

there was something in the way his cheeks are all in a soft cherry color and that dopey smile that adorns his face whenever he drinks a little too much than he would take, was just endearing to you. and his eyes just flutter more and his face breaks out from adoration—you couldn’t fall just a little more than you already did.

“i love you.” he did so, breathing it as if a prayer he utters every night. “i love you so much— god, you probably have no idea, baby.”

it’s desperation that you yearn just as the same, and maybe the simplicity of it, was everything all at once that was enough for you. your eyes find his once more as they hold sincerity that can rival how deep the ocean can go.

“i love you too, hee.” you whispered just as the same. “more than yesterday, less than tomorrow.”

© haerni 2024 . likes, comments & reblogs are highly appreciated!

In Safe Hands

roommate!heejake x fem!reader warnings: smut (mdni), unprotected sex, cream pie, dom!heeseung, softdom!jake (kinda), oral (m&f. rec), fingering, double pen, anal, squirting, mentions of choking, slapping (twice, not hard), spanking, spit, pet names (angel, sweetheart, slut), pure filth, heejake eat reader out at the same time but that's about as mlm as it gets, not proof read, anything else lmk. w.c: 19.6k synopsis: your brother, sunghoon, has left you in the safe hands of his two best friends. little does he know that those 'safe' hands are about to be all over you. a/n: hi! okay this is pure smut, like basically a pwp atp. my beautiful bestie ruby @dollyyun, this one is for you! i wrote this entirely for all your horn needs <3 i hope you love it! as always, comments, reblogs, etc etc are all welcome! this isn't something i usually do but for ruby i will.

With a grunt of effort, your older brother hoists your bulky box of unread books up the narrow staircase, muscles straining against the weight. His face is set in a grimace, beads of sweat trickling down his forehead as he curses under his breath. “Why the hell did she pack so many books?” he mutters, breathless. 

He knows he should be cursing his friends more than the weight of your belongings - they’re the ones who thought living on the top floor of a six-story building with no elevator was a brilliant idea. Then again, he should probably be cursing himself the most. It was his bright idea to suggest that you temporarily move in with his best friends Jake and Heeseung.

You and your brother, Sunghoon, are finally moving out of your parents' house. The desire for freedom, for space that doesn’t involve the relentless noise of your four younger siblings, has been simmering for years. At first, Sunghoon planned to move out alone, excited to claim his independence and a taste of solitude. But you weren’t about to let him escape so easily. You pleaded, over and over, wearing him down with promises that you wouldn’t be a burden, that you’d pay your share of the rent on time without fail, and that he’d barely even notice you were there.

And because Sunghoon has a massive soft spot for you, it wasn’t long before he caved. 

But your earnest pleas and big doe eyes have created a bit of a problem. The one-bedroom flat Sunghoon initially secured for himself was definitely not equipped to house both of you. With no other option but to look for a larger place, Sunghoon is forced to start scouring the rental market again. Meanwhile, your parents, seizing the opportunity, quickly repurposed your old rooms. His room became your youngest brother’s new, much-coveted space, and yours was transformed into your mom’s long-awaited home office. The message was clear: they loved you both, but they were more than ready to reclaim their home. It was as if they were holding open the door with one hand and pushing you through it with the other. They wanted you out as badly as you wanted to leave.

The bond between you and Sunghoon has always been unbreakable. As the two eldest in a large family, you’ve naturally gravitated towards each other for support.

At 22, Sunghoon has always taken on the protective role, while you, at 20, have been his closest companion. With your other siblings much younger - at least a seven-year age gap between them and the two of you - there were countless moments when it felt like it was just the two of you against the world. The late-night talks, the inside jokes, the shared burden of babysitting - those memories have created an unspoken understanding that makes living together now seem natural, almost like slipping into a familiar rhythm.

And that’s how you’ve ended up here, in Sunghoon’s best friend’s tiny flat, your temporary refuge until Sunghoon manages to secure a new lease on a place that can fit you both. The apartment, perched at the very top of a creaking, century-old building, is barely big enough for its current occupants, let alone one more, but they insisted on helping. 

Since this living arrangement is only temporary, there’s no point in unpacking your belongings just to repack them again in a few weeks. The result is a cramped, cluttered mess; the room looks more like a makeshift warehouse than a living space. Yet, neither of the boys seems particularly disgruntled by the chaos. If anything, they look almost amused as they manoeuvre around the piles of boxes.

Finally reaching the top of the stairs, Sunghoon stumbles into the flat, his breath ragged and his legs burning from the climb. He barely manages to get the door open before letting the heavy box of books drop at his feet with a dull thud. He bends forward, resting his hands on his knees as he takes a moment to catch his breath, sweat trickling down his temples.

His eyes scan the small living room, which is already in disarray. Jake and Heeseung are busy shifting their couch and other furniture around, trying to carve out a space for the mountain of boxes that have taken over their home.

“Thanks for letting her stay here, guys. I know it’s a big ask,” Sunghoon huffs out his appreciation, still slightly breathless. He wipes the sweat from his forehead with the back of his hand and carefully climbs over a few stacked boxes to get closer to them. There’s sincerity in his voice, a touch of guilt too, knowing that his sister’s sudden arrival will most likely cause a tear in their normal routines.

Jake’s face lights up with his trademark bright smile, his eyes crinkling into happy crescents. He waves a hand dismissively as if brushing away any notion of inconvenience. “It’s no worries,” he replies, his tone warm and reassuring. “She’s always fun to have around.” His voice is genuine, and there’s a glimmer of fondness in his eyes. It’s clear he means it, and it’s enough to ease some of the tension in Sunghoon’s shoulders.

Heeseung, who has been busy adjusting a leaning bookshelf against the wall, turns to face Sunghoon, a small grin upturning his lips. “You sure you don’t wanna stay here too?” he teases, tossing a can of beer toward Sunghoon in a slow, lazy arc.

Catching the can, Sunghoon replies with a soft chuckle, his fingers curling around the cold metal. He presses it against his cheek for a moment, savouring the coolness before cracking it open. “Nah, I’ve got Mars to crash with,” he replies, his voice softening slightly at the mention of his girlfriend’s name. While your only option was his friends’ crowded flat, he had a much more appealing alternative in his girlfriend’s place.

Jake’s laugh breaks the brief silence, a low and knowing chuckle that causes his shoulders to shake. “To fuck, you mean?” he quips, raising a single eyebrow with a playful smirk tugging at his lips. 

The boy shrugs and takes a long gulp of his beer, giving an unrepentant gesture. "Either way, it's a bed, isn't it?" he replies, his mouth twisting into a relaxed grin. "Plus, I don't really want Y/N to hear me shaking the house, if you know what I mean.." His tone of voice is light, playful, yet his eyes are filled with slight horror at the thought.

He loves you - he truly does - but he and Mars seldom have undisturbed time together, and the idea of enjoying a few weeks without frequent interruptions is too appealing to pass up. The thought of you crashing on a mattress in the living room while her bedframe taps repeatedly against the wall makes him quiver. That’s a level of sibling intimacy he’s sure neither of you wants to reach.

“Oh, so you’re alright with her hearing us?” Jake's eyes gleam with mischief, clearly enjoying how easily he can rile up his friend. He leans back against the arm of the couch, crossing his arms over his chest, waiting for the inevitable comeback.

Setting his beer down, Sunghoon turns to face him fully, his expression suddenly serious. “As long as you keep it to her hearing it and nothing else,” he replies sharply, his voice carrying a warning edge. The room falls into a brief, awkward silence that Jake breaks with a chuckle, amused by Sunghoon’s protective streak. But Sunghoon’s gaze doesn’t waver, and he leans forward, his voice dropping to a low tone. “I’m serious. If either of you so much as touch her, I will personally saw your cocks off with rocks.”

Jake’s laugh dies in his throat, replaced by a wary smile. He exchanges a glance with Heeseung, who gives him a knowing look, a silent conversation between them before collecting themselves. 

“You don’t have anything to worry about,” Heeseung reassures him, his voice calm and measured. “Y/N’s a good girl anyway.” He nods as he speaks, trying to diffuse the tension but a flicker of spark as he calls you a good girl flashes in his iris’. 

“Yeah, she knows better than to jump on Hee’s infested cock,” Jake quips with a smart-ass grin, dispelling the weird aura that this conversation has brought between the three of them. The words spill out effortlessly, taking jabs at his best friend comes so naturally, and Heeseung’s face twists in sarcastic offence.

“At least girls wanna fuck me, huh, Mister ‘it’s been three weeks’,” Heeseung shoots back without missing a beat, his voice dripping with mock pity. He leans closer to Jake, nudging him playfully with his elbow. The banter between them escalates, their voices overlapping as they trade jabs like two kids in a schoolyard. The energy in the room is electric, charged with the sort of camaraderie that comes from knowing exactly how to push each other’s buttons.

“Shut the fu-” 

“Guys, both of you shut up.” Sunghoon’s tone is commanding, the kind of no-nonsense voice that instantly demands attention as he cuts through their back-and-forth nips. Jake and Heeseung fall silent, their grins fading as they see his serious gaze. “I’m serious. No touching my sister,” Sunghoon continues, each word deliberate and heavy. “End of story.”

Jake and Heeseung exchange a quick look, and like schoolchildren caught red-handed, they nod in unison, their earlier bravado slipping away. “Alright, alright, we get it,” Jake finally says, raising his hands in surrender, a sheepish smile creeping back onto his face. “Message received, man.” 

Heeseung doesn’t say a word, instead looking down, his mind deep in contemplation as he bites his lip.

Sunghoon watches them for a moment longer, his stare sharp and unwavering, before he finally relaxes, picking up his beer again. He takes a long, slow sip, letting the cool liquid soothe the heat still coursing through his body. “Good,” he mutters, but there’s a small, satisfied smile tugging at the corner of his lips now. “Just making sure.”

Your footsteps echo in the narrow corridor as you trudge up the stairs, carrying a small box that is featherweight compared to the heavy one your brother had just hauled up not five minutes ago. As you step inside, Jake spots you and immediately rushes over, kicking some stray bags out of your path to clear the way. “Watch yourself, pretty,” he says with a playful grin.

“Thank you, Jaeyun,” you reply with a smile, your tone warm and appreciative. His use of the sudden nickname causes a faint blush to creep up your cheeks, which doesn’t go unnoticed by him. You’re used to Jake’s harmless flirting, it’s just part of who he is, but that doesn’t mean it doesn’t catch you off guard from time to time. There's always a momentary flutter in your chest whenever he turns that easy charm on you, and this time is no different. 

As you hand the box over to him, your fingers graze his, a brief touch that sends a spark through your skin but you quickly shake it off, stepping away from him as he stacks the box on top of others.

You take a moment to survey your surroundings. Though you’ve been in this flat more times than you have fingers, the knowledge that it’s now going to be your home for the next few weeks makes you see it from a completely different perspective. 

The guys have definitely made an effort to clean; the place looks more put together than usual if you take away your abundance of bags and boxes, but there’s a strange vibe hanging in the air. It's an odd mix of familiarity and uncertainty. You’ve only ever been here as a guest, mostly to watch movies with your brother, his girlfriend, and the two tenants. But now, you’ll be doing everything here - sleeping, showering, studying - things you never imagined doing under this roof.

It doesn’t help that you wouldn’t exactly call yourself close with both of them, well, with Jake, maybe you could consider yourselves friendly. He always goes out of his way to make you feel welcome whenever you visit. If you need an extra blanket, he’s there with one almost before you can ask. If you’re in the mood for tea or coffee, Jake seems to magically appear with a steaming mug in hand. There’s a warmth to him, a natural generosity that makes you feel at ease, even if he turns the situation horny in 0.2 seconds. He's got a knack for toeing the line between friendly and flirty, but somehow it never crosses into uncomfortable territory. Instead, it just makes the atmosphere a little lighter, a little more fun.

Heeseung, on the other hand, is a bit more of a mystery. He’s always been somewhat reserved around you, distant even. Not cold, exactly, but certainly not as openly friendly as Jake. You’ve never taken it personally, though. You know he isn’t the type to shower people with affection or heap on praise. He’s more of an observer, the kind who stands on the outskirts of the chaos, quietly taking it all in rather than diving into the fray. There’s a calmness to him that can feel almost intimidating, but there’s also a sense of steadiness that you find strangely comforting. Still, the idea of sharing a space with someone who keeps to himself so much leaves you wondering how the dynamics might shift now that you’ll be living under the same roof.

“You got many more bags?” Heeseung asks, his voice carrying curiosity as he glances over at you.

“Uh, two more?” you reply, slightly sheepish.

Sunghoon sighs, clearly exasperated. “I told you to pack light for now,” he mutters, running a hand through his hair in frustration. To be fair, you might have overpacked just a smidge and not listened to him when he told you to only bring necessary things with you to the new house and toss out the rest, but the last thing you want is to be caught without something important - hence the extra bags.

“It’s okay, I’ll get them,” Heeseung offers, his tone matter-of-fact.

“I can help,” you quickly volunteer, not wanting to seem like a burden, but he simply shakes his head, already turning toward the stairs. Without another word, he jogs down the steps to retrieve the remaining bags, his long strides making quick work of the descent. You watch him go, a grateful smile tugging at your lips because you know for a fact that those last two bags are the heaviest - you probably should have told him that.

As you stand there, Jake drapes an arm over your shoulder and pulls you into his side, his touch light but familiar. “We’ll have the best time, huh?” he says with a grin, his voice full of easy confidence.

You look up at him, matching his smile as you offer him a half-hug in return. “For sure,” you reply, feeling a bit of your earlier anxiety melt away. Jake has always had a way of making you feel at ease, his energy infectious in the best possible way.

Sunghoon, however, can’t help but notice the physical contact, his eyes narrowing slightly as he watches Jake’s arm around you. He doesn’t say anything, though; he knows Jake well enough to understand that this kind of skinship is just part of who he is. Too many times has Sunghoon been on the receiving end of Jake’s clinginess, so he lets it slide, albeit with a small sigh of resignation.

A moment later, Heeseung appears at the bottom of the final flight of stairs, grunting softly as he makes his way back up, each step slow and deliberate under the weight of your bags. His muscles strain visibly beneath his t-shirt, the fabric stretching tight across his shoulders and arms. “Did you pack a dead body in here?” he huffs, finally reaching the top and setting the bags down with a heavy thud. His chest rises and falls rapidly as he catches his breath, his lean, strong frame clearly pushed to its limits by the sheer weight.

Even as he exhales, his muscles begin to relax, but your eyes are drawn to the way the veins still protrude along his forearms, winding like thick cords beneath his skin. His biceps, now flexed from the exertion, stand out in sharp relief, the definition in his arms a testament to his strength. It’s clear that Heeseung is no stranger to physical labour - his body is built for it - but even he seems momentarily winded by the effort, a faint sheen of sweat glistening on his brow.

You aren’t oblivious to how attractive Heeseung is, in fact, it’s quite the opposite. Ever since Sunghoon first introduced you to his friends, you’ve been aware of the magnetic pull both of them seem to have on you. And honestly, who wouldn’t feel that way? Jake, with his effortless charm and eyes so dreamy they could melt stone, has a way of drawing you in without even trying. 

Then there’s Heeseung - tall and broad, with a quiet confidence that radiates off him in waves. His smile, rare as it is, sends your heart into a wild spin whenever you’re lucky enough to see it. There’s something about his reserved nature, the way he watches the room with those sharp eyes, that makes him even more intriguing.

As he straightens up, rolling his shoulders to ease the tension, there’s a brief moment where you catch yourself staring, fascinated by the raw power in his frame but the slight cracks from his shoulders speak volumes, and you can’t help but feel a pang of guilt for making him carry such a heavy load.

“Thanks, Heeseung,” you murmur, your voice sincere as you meet his eyes, hoping to convey just how much you appreciate his help. He simply nods, brushing it off as no big deal, and there’s a slight, almost imperceptible smile at the corner of his mouth.

Bending down, you reach for one of the bags to help out, wanting to ease some of the burden. But before you can get a grip on it, Jake swoops in and grabs it first. You watch as he lifts it, his arm muscles flexing with the effort. You can see him struggle with the weight, his smile faltering for just a second but Jake being Jake, tries to play it off with his usual nonchalance, shrugging the bag over his shoulder and grabbing the handle of the other one. 

“If you take the other handle, you can help me carry it and I’ll show you to your room,” he says, flashing you that familiar grin that always seems to promise mischief and fun.

You smile back and nod, stepping in to grab the other handle. The two of you share the load and together, you manoeuvre down the narrow hallway, leaving Sunghoon and Heeseung behind.

With your back turned you miss the subtle flicker of annoyance that crosses Heeseung’s face as he watches you giggle over something Jake just said. His jaw tightens, and he shifts his weight slightly, his eyes lingering on you for a moment longer before turning away. There’s something unreadable in his gaze, a mix of frustration and something else.

Sunghoon, however, catches the change in his friend’s expression. Turning to Heeseung, he looks dead serious, his usual relaxed demeanour replaced with a steely resolve. “Look after her, yeah?” he says, his voice low but firm. “I trust you more than Jake with this, don’t do something stupid.”

Your brother isn’t distrusting of Jake, but you’re easily swayed and Jake has a smooth tongue, he can’t help but imagine the two of you under the same roof and what could happen. And Heeseung, even if that look gave Sunghoon a reason to be concerned, would know better than to touch you.

“Don’t worry,” Heeseung replies, his voice steady. “She’s in safe hands.” There’s a weight behind his words, something that Sunghoon misses entirely.

It’s not Jake he should be worried about.

_____

The past three weeks have been nothing short of incredible. The newfound freedom from your parents has made you feel like a new person. There’s a weight lifted off your shoulders that you hadn’t realised was there until it was gone. 

Living with Jake and Heeseung has been refreshing; they respect your privacy in a way that you’re not used to. They don’t bombard you with a million questions about where you’ve been or why you’re going out at odd hours of the night, unlike your parents, who seem to hover over your every move, they trust you to make your own choices. 

Jake, in particular, brings a lightness to the flat that you’ve grown to adore. His infectious humour seems to brighten up even the dullest of days. He has a way of pulling you out of your shell with his playful teasing and silly antics. But then, there’s his flirting - relentless and almost too easy. It’s always just on the line of being harmless fun, but lately, you’ve noticed your chest fluttering whenever he’s around. Like the time he’d cornered you in the kitchen, grinning as he leaned in close under the pretence of grabbing something from the cabinet behind you. Or that morning when he "accidentally" walked into your room while you were changing, only to stand there gawking at your tits before insisting on making you breakfast to make up for it. You’ve tried to play it cool, but his attention has started to make your heart race, and you can’t help but wonder if he notices.

Heeseung, however, is a different story. While he has been welcoming enough, there’s a strange awkwardness between you two that you can’t quite put your finger on. It’s not that he’s unfriendly or cold, just...distant. You’ve racked your brain trying to figure out why. There’s no clear reason for it, so you’ve concluded that it’s probably because you’re invading his space. After all, the idea of doing Sunghoon a favour by letting his little sister crash here is probably better in theory than in practice. 

You’re aware that Heeseung’s never lived with a girl before; maybe it’s just a bit of an adjustment for him. Perhaps he’s not used to the softer touches around the flat, like your skincare bottles lining the bathroom shelf or your fluffy slippers by the door. So, you’ve been careful to keep your distance, to not get in his way or make him feel uncomfortable. The last thing you want is to be a bother to him when he’s being so kind and giving up his own room for you, sharing a bedroom with Jake to accommodate your presence.

On Thursday evening, you come home from your shift at the cafe, tired but content. As you slip off your shoes, you notice only one other pair at the door. That’s strange, by this time, both Jake and Heeseung are usually back home, lounging around or playing video games. 

Turning the corner, your breath catches in your throat. Heeseung is there, sitting on the edge of the couch, dressed in nothing but a pair of grey sweatpants that hang low on his hips. His chest is bare, revealing a toned, lean physique that you hadn't seen up close before. His skin is tanned and smooth, glistening slightly because he’s just stepped out of the shower. 

Your eyes trace the faint lines of his abs, the way they ripple subtly as he moves. Below his navel, a small trail of hair disappears beneath the waistband of his joggers, and you find yourself staring for a moment longer than you should, teeth instinctively biting the skin of your bottom lip. The sight is unexpectedly intimate, almost like you’ve walked in on something private, and your cheeks heat up with a mixture of embarrassment and something else you can’t quite name, or rather, simply don’t wish to acknowledge.

“Hey,” his voice is gruff, indicating that he hasn’t spoken in a while. His tone is low, almost raspy, sending a small shiver down your spine. He runs his fingers through his damp hair, pushing it back from his forehead, and his eyes stay fixed on you, waiting. “How was work?”

Heeseung doesn’t seem to notice you at first, busy towelling off his damp pink hair, but when he looks up and catches your eye, there’s a brief flash of surprise on his face.

For a second, neither of you moves. His gaze holds yours, and you feel pinned under the weight of it, your heart thudding in your chest. Then, his eyebrows raise in a twitch and he nods at you in acknowledgement. 

The conversation is trivial and bland and you expect it from Heeseung, considering this is how every interaction between you both has gone since living together. But right now, with the godly sight in front of you, your mouth feels dry, and you find it incredibly hard to piece together words for an answer that don’t include the filthy thoughts racing through your mind. Your gaze flickers over his bare torso again, lingering on the way his abs subtly flex with each breath, the light sheen of water still clinging to his skin.

It doesn’t help that you’re ovulating. That’s probably why you’re acting so feral over a man’s body right now. But then again, this isn’t just any man - this is Lee Heeseung. He’s perfect in every way, from his strong jawline and pretty nose to his long, kissable neck and the faint v-line that disappears into his sweatpants. Your eyes trail lower, curiosity burning within you. You’d love to expand further on your thoughts about him if only you knew what you were working with, but your imagination will have to suffice for now. 

When you don’t respond right away, Heeseung’s expression shifts slightly. He leaves the towel on the couch, his eyes narrowing with concern, and takes a few steps closer to you. The sudden proximity sends your heart into overdrive, and you can’t help but notice the way his muscles ripple beneath his skin, his presence electric. “Are you okay, Y/N?” he asks softly, his voice more gentle now, laced with genuine worry. “Did something happen?”

You snap back to reality, blinking rapidly as you try to shake off the haze of your thoughts. Your cheeks flush, and you clear your throat, hoping he can’t read your mind. “Oh, uh - yeah, I’m fine!” you finally stammer out, forcing a smile. “Work was just...busy, I guess. A lot of orders today.”

Of course, Heeseung is dubious of your sudden stuttering, wondering what on earth has gotten into you. Then, for a split second, your pupils dart to his chest then back to his face, and that is all the clues he needs to conclude his thoughts. You’re nervous. 

He would never dare tell Sunghoon that he’s been wishing for this moment for the past year. He was so eager to have you stay, thinking that it would be different from how it has turned out; Heeseung was going to use the opportunity to get close to you, figure out your opinions on him and see what he could capitalise on in an effort to make you crumble beneath him. He didn’t exactly need forever with you, one night of you screaming his name would suffice.

Heeseung isn’t one to walk around without a shirt on, so seeing him like this is a rare and unexpected sight. You've never seen him this way before, and it's clear that he never anticipated how much it would affect you.

Normally, you’ve shown little interest, or at least you’ve managed to hide it well. But now, standing before him with your eyes betraying a flicker of something more, Heeseung feels a strange excitement building in his chest, hammering away with a mixture of nerves and anticipation.

But that changed once Sunghoon shot that warning look, even fearless Jake was momentarily quaking at the intense gaze of his eyes. Still, you’ve also made it impossible for him to get close. 

Though ever the opportunist, Heeseung spots an opening right now, any concerns about Sunghoon’s threats out the window as he looks into your wide, pretty eyes.

A slow, teasing smirk tugs at his lips, and he takes another step closer, closing the distance between you even more. “You sure you’re okay?” he asks, his voice dropping to a low, velvety tone that sends a wave of heat crashing over you. “You look a little flustered.”

You swallow hard, trying to maintain some semblance of composure. “I’m fine,” you insist, but it comes out a little breathless, betraying the effect he’s having on you. God, why is he so fucking hot?

Heeseung’s eyes narrow playfully, and he leans in, his breath hot against your ear. “If I didn’t know any better,” he murmurs, his lips barely brushing your skin, “I’d say you were distracted.” His hand reaches out, fingers lightly grazing your arm, sending a shiver through you.

You don’t know how to handle this side of him. Heeseung is usually reserved, his words careful and measured. But now, there’s a boldness to him - a confidence that makes your stomach flutter. Flustered and overwhelmed, you decide it’s best to retreat before you embarrass yourself further. “I-I’m going to get ready for bed.” You turn on your heel, ready to escape to the safety of your room.

But before you can take another step, Heeseung’s hand shoots out, grabbing your wrist firmly but gently. He pulls you back toward him, his eyes dark and searching. “Why do you do that?” he asks, his voice suddenly serious.

You blink up at him, your heart racing. “Do what?”

“Avoid me,” he clarifies, his tone both curious and frustrated. “You’re always so keen to talk to Jake, but when it’s me, you just…scurry off.”

Your mouth opens, then closes, your mind scrambling for an explanation. You shake your head, trying to appear calm. “It’s not what you think.”

Heeseung’s eyes bore into yours, his expression a mix of playful challenge and something deeper, something almost vulnerable. “It’s not?” he repeats, his grip on your wrist tightening ever so slightly. “Because I’m starting to think you might not like me.”

His words are teasing, but there’s a shadow of insecurity in his stare, a hint that he might be more serious than he’s letting on. Your heart aches at the thought that he might feel unwanted or disliked. You shake your head vehemently. “No, not at all,” you rush to say, your voice soft. “It’s just…you’re so quiet and distant with me. I thought maybe you saw me as a burden, like I was getting in your way or something. So I just, find it better to stay away.”

Heeseung’s brow furrows in confusion, clearly taken aback by your words. He seems to be processing what you said, his mind sifting through memories of the past few weeks. Was he cold to you? He hadn’t thought so but maybe all those times hiding in his room when you were watching TV with Jake, giggling and happy as you both shared inside jokes, or how he purposefully left early to give you time to have a shower without the worry of his presence, gave you an impression he didn’t want to leave.

His eyes search yours as if he’s seeing you for the first time in weeks. You lick your lips nervously, and he notices the way your pupils are blown wide, a hint of want flickering in them. The knowing hits him like a wave, giving him the courage to say what he’s been holding back for so long. Heeseung leans in closer, his lips nearly brushing yours as he speaks, “Do you know why I do that? Keep my distance?”

“Why?” you whisper, your breath hitching.

“Because I’m trying so hard to control myself around you,” he admits, his voice low and rough with desire. The words hang in the air between you, heavy and charged. Before you can fully process them, he presses his body against yours, backing you up until you’re pinned between him and the wall. His spare hand comes up to steady you, fingers splayed across your waist, and you feel the firm, unmistakable press of his member against your stomach.

Your breath catches in your throat, your entire body buzzing with electricity. His gaze is locked on yours, his expression intense and hungry, waiting for any sign of rejection or acceptance from you. When you don’t pull away, his lips curl into a smirk, his fingers tightening their grip on your waist. “You have no idea how hard it’s been,” he whispers, his lips ghosting over yours, “to keep my hands off you.”

You shiver, your body responding to his words in a way that leaves you breathless, a mix of nerves and excitement coursing through your veins. “Then don’t,” you murmur, your voice barely audible but carrying all the weight of your desires. Would Sunghoon kill you both for this? Yes. But are you clouded with the thought of getting fucked by the man in front of you? Abso-fucking-lty.

Heeseung’s resolve snaps the moment he catches the glint of desire in your eyes, raw and unmistakable. He doesn’t hesitate; his hand grips your face with a roughness that sends a shiver down your spine, dragging you in as his lips crash into yours with an intensity that’s anything but careful. There’s nothing gentle about it - his kiss is fierce, almost aggressive, fueled by pent-up lust that he’s no longer bothering to control, any thoughts about Sunghoon and his warning gone from his mind.

His mouth moves against yours in a frenzy, urgent and demanding, as if he’s trying to devour you whole. His tongue pushes past your lips, claiming your mouth with a possessiveness that leaves you breathless. He tastes like heat and desperation, and you meet him with equal fervour, your tongues tangling in a messy dance of want. His teeth nip at your bottom lip, tugging slightly, almost punishingly, before his mouth slants over yours again, deeper, harder.

Your hands slide up his torso, fingers skimming over the slight ridges of his abs, and he groans into your mouth, a low, guttural sound that sends a surge of heat straight to your core. You’re clawing at him now, nails digging into his skin as you pull him closer, needing to feel every inch of him. Heeseung’s grip on you tightens, his fingers pressing into your waist with bruising force, anchoring you in place as he pours every ounce of his hunger into the kiss.

He presses his body against yours, his arousal evident as his hips grind into you, the hard length of him pressing insistently against your stomach. He’s not holding back anymore, and the feel of him so close, so ready, only makes you more desperate. You arch into him, letting out a small, breathy moan that seems to spur him on. His lips move to your jaw, biting and sucking a path down to your neck, leaving marks that he knows will linger, and you’re gasping, fingers tangled in his hair as you tug him closer.

“Fuck,” he groans against your neck, his voice thick with need. “You drive me crazy. Do you know that?”

Heeseung’s breathing is ragged, hot against your skin as his mouth trails back up, capturing your lips again in a kiss that’s all tongue and teeth, messy and unrestrained. He shifts his grip, his hands sliding down to your thighs, squeezing them roughly before he hoists you up with ease. Your legs wrap around him, locking tight as he manoeuvres you toward the bedroom you’re currently occupying. The journey is a blur of heated kisses and frantic touches, your nails scraping along his shoulders and arms, urging him on.

He barely pauses as he reaches the bedroom door, booting it open with a forceful kick. The door slams against the wall, but he doesn’t care; he’s too far gone, driven by pure, primal need. With a growl, he tosses you onto the bed, not bothering to be gentle. You bounce slightly on the mattress, the impact sending a rush of adrenaline coursing through you.

Heeseung climbs on top of you, his body pressing you down into the sheets. There’s a wild, almost feral look in his eyes, darkened with lust as he stares down at you. He’s breathing hard, every muscle in his body tense with barely restrained desire, and you can feel the weight of it in the air, thick and charged.

“I need to ruin you,” Heeseung breathes, his voice low, gravelly, and trembling on the edge of a plea and a command. His words are both a question and a demand, and the sheer hunger in his tone sends a shiver coursing through your entire body. “Please, let me ruin you.”

Though he poses the question, he doesn’t give you time to answer; his lips crash into yours with renewed urgency, kissing you with an almost punishing force. It’s all teeth, tongue, and desperation, and you moan into his mouth, matching his intensity, pulling him closer as if you can’t get enough. His hands roam your body with rough, greedy touches, fingers digging into your hips, your waist, everywhere he can reach as if he’s memorising the feel of you under his hands so he can sculpt you out of clay at a later date.

His hips grind into yours, and you gasp at the hard, insistent press of him against your core. Heeseung catches the sound, and his lips curl into a dark, satisfied smirk against your mouth. “God, you’re so needy,” he murmurs, his voice dripping with satisfaction and barely restrained lust.

Without warning, he grabs the hem of your top, yanking it up and over your head in one swift motion. The fabric catches briefly, but he doesn’t care, he just rips it away, tossing it aside with a growl of impatience. Your bra is next, his fingers hooking under the straps and pulling until the clasp snaps open. He doesn’t bother being gentle, practically tearing it off you, and then he pauses, eyes locked on your bare chest.

“Fuck,” Heeseung breathes, his gaze shamelessly ogling your breasts, drinking in the sight of you with a hunger that makes your heart race. “You’re perfect.” The way he looks at you - like he’s starving and you’re the only thing that can satisfy him - makes heat pool low in your belly.

Before you can respond, he lowers his mouth, capturing one of your nipples between his lips with a sudden, rough intensity. His tongue flicks against the sensitive bud, hot and wet, before he sucks hard, drawing a gasp from your throat as your back arches instinctively. The contrast between the softness of his lips, the roughness of his tongue, and the sharp bite of his teeth has you moaning his name, each sensation driving you wild.

“Heeseung, fuck-” you gasp, your voice breaking as he switches between sucking, licking, and lightly nipping at your sensitive skin. Each movement sends jolts of pleasure through your body, making you buck your hips up into his, desperate for more friction, more of him, everywhere.

Heeseung’s free hand slides down your body, fingers trailing over your heated skin, teasing the waistband of your pants before slipping beneath. His touch is bold, impatient, and he doesn’t waste time, finding your folds with practised ease. The moment his fingers make contact, you both let out a sharp gasp. You’re wet, slick with arousal, and the feel of you against his fingers is enough to make him groan low in his throat, the sound vibrating against your nipple as he continues to work you with his mouth.

“God, you’re so fucking wet,” he murmurs against your skin, his voice a rough, breathless whisper. “All this for me?”

His fingers dip into your folds, sliding through your slickness with an agonizingly slow, deliberate motion that leaves you breathless. The sensation is overwhelming, a mix of pleasure and anticipation, and you can feel the heat building, your core tightening as his fingers tease your entrance. Heeseung’s thumb brushes over your clit, drawing a strangled moan from your lips, and he groans in response, the sound low and primal.

He keeps one nipple in his mouth, sucking hard as he slowly pushes a finger inside you, feeling you stretch and clench around him. You’re so tight, so hot, and the feeling of his finger sliding in and out, curling to hit that perfect spot, has your hips bucking wildly against his hand. The combined sensation of his mouth tugging on your sensitive nipple and his fingers pumping into you is almost too much to bear.

“Heeseung, please,” you whimper, your hands fisting the sheets as you grind against his fingers, needing more, needing everything. The relentless rhythm of his fingers, the way his tongue circles and flicks your nipple, has you on the edge, your entire body buzzing with electric heat.

Heeseung’s teeth graze your nipple, biting down just enough to send a shockwave of pleasure and pain through you, and you cry out, hips jerking up as your body seeks more contact, more friction. “You like that?” he rasps, his voice thick with need. “The way I’m making you feel?”

All you can do is moan in response, every nerve in your body alight with the need to be filled, touched, consumed. His fingers slide deeper, curling against your most sensitive spot, and he pulls your nipple with his teeth, sending a fresh wave of ecstasy crashing through you. It’s raw, it’s overwhelming, and you can feel yourself unravelling under his touch, driven by the pure, primal lust that courses between you both.

"Please, Heeseung, faster..." you moan breathlessly, your voice breaking with need as your eyes flutter shut. You let yourself drown in the sensations, feeling every curl of his fingers inside of you, the way they press and drag against your walls with deliberate precision. The pleasure is dizzying, your body tensing and writhing in rhythm with each thrust of his hand.

Heeseung’s mouth finally detaches from your nipple, the cool air against your wet skin sending a shiver through you as he brings his face up, so close that his breath fans over your lips. His eyes are dark, charged with lust and something almost predatory, and the sight only fuels the fire burning inside you. “Can you handle it, angel?” he asks, his tone laced with a teasing mockery that makes your skin prickle.

“Yeah...” you pant, shamelessly meeting his gaze, a wild smile spreading across your face. “Go as rough as you want. You wanted to ruin me, right?”

It’s a challenge, and one he’s more than willing to accept. Heeseung’s expression shifts instantly, his entire demeanour hardening with a new, unrestrained intensity. His fingers move faster, plunging into you with renewed vigour as his thumb finds your clit, circling it in tight, relentless motions that have your thighs trembling. The sudden increase in pace sends your senses spiralling, your body arching up to meet every thrust, every swipe of his thumb against your swollen bud. It’s as if you’re floating, weightless, caught in a whirlwind of pure, unfiltered pleasure.

You can’t control the way your body moves with his hand, chasing the friction, the overwhelming heat that’s building in your core. Nothing is enough; you need more, need him deeper, harder, faster. Heeseung notices your desperation, the way you’re writhing beneath him, your hips rolling and grinding into his touch, and he smirks, a dark and knowing look flashing in his eyes.

“You’re such a greedy little slut, aren’t you?” he scoffs, his tone mocking but laced with the kind of filthy affection that makes your entire body quiver. The words send a shock of heat straight through you, and you can’t help the loud, unabashed moan that escapes your lips. His fingers curl inside you, pressing into the perfect spot, and your entire body convulses, thighs trembling as his touch sends you higher.

“Heeseung!” you mewl, your voice breaking in pure happiness, pleasure dancing through your veins. The way his fingers stretch you, three of them now pushing inside, filling you, twisting and curling as his thumb continues to work your clit, is mind-numbing. The steady, relentless pace of his movements combined with the filthy words pouring from his mouth has you seeing stars.

“Oh, you like being called a slut, huh?” Heeseung taunts, his voice dripping with smug satisfaction as he watches you unravel beneath him. Your response, the way your body responds to his every touch and word, only spurs him on, feeding into the raw, carnal energy between you.

Heeseung leans down, his lips brushing against your ear, so close that you can feel every word as he whispers them. His teeth sink into your earlobe, rough and possessive, and the sharp sting makes you yelp, the sound quickly dissolving into a breathy moan. “What if I started calling you my pretty slut, huh?” he growls, his voice low and dangerous, dripping with ownership.

The words hit you like a wave, crashing over you with an intensity that sends a fresh rush of arousal pooling between your thighs. You feel it, slick and hot, running past his fingers and down your ass cheek, coating you in the evidence of just how much you want this, how much you want him. 

“God, Heeseung,” you gasp, your hips bucking wildly against his hand, desperate and unashamed. His fingers pump into you faster, curling with each thrust, hitting all the right spots that make your mind go blank. You’re lost in the overwhelming sensation, every nerve alight with the tight, twisting pleasure that coils inside you, winding tighter and tighter until you’re right on the edge, ready to snap.

“You’re soaking me,” he teases, his voice low and rough, edged with dark amusement as he feels the fresh wave of arousal coating his fingers. “You really do like being called mine, don’t you?”

Your body answers him before you do, your back arching, and you nod eagerly, biting your lip to suppress the needy moans that threaten to spill out. You’re so close, so achingly close to that release, the familiar knot of pleasure inside you tightening with each movement of his hand. But just as you’re about to tip over the edge, Heeseung shifts his body, his fingers slowing down, easing up on their relentless pace, and the knot inside you begins to unravel, pulling you back from the brink.

Your eyes snap open, frustration flashing across your face as Heeseung shakes his head, a wicked smirk tugging at his lips. “You need to use your words, or else I’ll stop,” he warns, his tone firm and commanding. “Understand?”

You go to nod again, but before you can, Heeseung withdraws his thumb from your clit and presses his palm flat against it instead, the sudden change making you cry out. The weight of his hand on your sensitive nub sends jolts of pleasure sparking through you, but it’s not enough - it's maddeningly close, yet just shy of the friction you need. You try to move, to grind against his palm, but Heeseung holds you down, his strength keeping your hips pinned as he presses his hand more firmly against your pulsing clit.

The rough texture of his skin brushing against your sensitive flesh without the full contact you crave is enough to make you squirm in frustration. You look up at him, your eyes pleading, but Heeseung’s gaze is expectant, patient, and utterly dominant as he watches you, waiting for you to obey him.

“Fuck, yes, yes! I’ll use my words,” you gasp, your voice high and trembling with need. You’re teetering on the brink of losing control, and the need to reach your peak overrides every ounce of pride. “Now please, Heeseung, make me cum.”

Heeseung’s smirk widens, satisfaction gleaming in his eyes as he hears you beg, your desperation feeding his ego. “See? Was that so hard?” he mocks, his voice dripping with playful arrogance. His fingers resume their movement, thrusting into you with renewed vigour, but this time there’s no hesitation, no teasing. He’s relentless, driving his fingers deep and fast, scissoring and curling them just right, hitting that perfect spot with every thrust.

His thumb returns to your clit, circling with precise, punishing speed, and the friction is immediate and overwhelming. The knot inside you tightens rapidly, coiling tighter and tighter until it’s a white-hot ball of pleasure, ready to explode. Your entire body moves in sync with his hand, hips rolling and grinding as you chase the friction, the pleasure building to an unbearable intensity.

“God, yes, Heeseung!” you cry out, your voice breaking as you feel yourself tipping over the edge. Your walls clamp down around his fingers, the pressure inside you reaching its peak. Heeseung watches you with a fierce, unyielding intensity, his eyes never leaving your face as he works you over that final threshold.

“That’s it,” he groans, his voice thick with satisfaction as he feels you tightening around him, your entire body trembling. “Let go for me. Cum for me, pretty girl.”

His words are the final push you need, and you shatter, pleasure ripping through you in powerful, uncontrollable waves. Your vision blurs and your entire body tenses as you cum hard around his fingers, each pulse sending shockwaves of bliss through your veins. Heeseung doesn’t let up, his fingers continuing their relentless pace, drawing out every ounce of your climax until you’re a trembling, moaning mess beneath him.

You’re barely aware of anything but the overwhelming sensation as your orgasm crashes over you, drowning out everything else. The tight coil of pleasure finally snaps, leaving you gasping and spent, your body still twitching in the aftermath as Heeseung slows his movements, easing you down gently from your high.

You’re left panting, completely undone, and Heeseung’s gaze remains fixed on you, his eyes dark and full of pride. He pulls his fingers out slowly, savouring the way you shudder at the loss, and he smirks, bringing them up to his lips. Heeseung licks them clean, humming in satisfaction at the taste of you, and the sight is enough to send another shiver down your spine.

“You did so well,” Heeseung murmurs, his voice thick with a twisted mix of pride and possessiveness. His lips capture yours in a kiss that's slower now but still burning with heat, and you melt into it, savoring the lingering buzz of your orgasm coursing through you. His mouth is unyielding against yours, claiming, almost as if he’s staking his territory on your lips. He pulls back, his forehead pressed against yours, eyes hooded and dark. “But we aren’t done,” he growls, the words dripping with intent that sends a fresh pulse of arousal through your core.

Heeseung's hands are on you instantly, grabbing the waistband of your bottoms and yanking them down, taking your underwear along in one swift, almost impatient motion. There’s no care in the way he tosses them aside, as if the only thing that matters is having you bare and exposed in front of him. The cool air hits your damp skin, and you shiver, every nerve ending alight as you lie there completely vulnerable under his predatory gaze.

Heeseung’s eyes roam over you, dark and hungry, lingering on every curve, every inch of your flushed skin. There’s a flicker of something wild in his expression, something that makes your heart race as he drinks in the sight of you. His hands move to his own waist, dipping into his grey sweats, and he pushes them down, revealing himself inch by agonizing inch. When his cock finally springs free, you can’t help the gasp that escapes your lips.

He’s even more than you imagined - thick, veined, and curving up just right, flushed a deep, enticing pink that makes your mouth water. At least seven inches, standing proud and heavy against his stomach, and the sight alone has your thighs clenching with anticipation. You can almost feel it already, dragging against your walls, filling you so perfectly that your empty core aches in response.

Heeseung notices the way your eyes are glued to him, the shameless hunger written all over your face, and his lips curl into a wicked smirk. “Like what you see, huh?” he taunts, his tone low and laced with mocking arrogance as he wraps a hand around his length, stroking himself slowly. His cock twitches in his grip, precum beading at the tip and dribbling down, and the sight makes your breath hitch.

“Heeseung,” you whimper, your voice filled with desperate need. You’re aching to feel him inside you, to have that perfect thickness stretching you open, but Heeseung doesn’t move, content to watch you squirm. Your hips shift on the bed, trying to relieve the unbearable emptiness, but he just tightens his grip on his cock, refusing to give you what you so clearly crave.

“You’re fucking shameless,” he mocks, his voice dripping with condescension. He runs the head of his cock teasingly through your slick folds, not quite pushing in, just enough to make you shiver. “Dripping all over my cock.”

You shudder, the tip of him nudging against your entrance, teasing but not quite entering, and it’s maddening. “Please, Heeseung, fucking move,” you beg, barely able to keep your voice steady. Your hands fly to his shoulders, trying to pull him closer, but he doesn’t budge, relishing every second of your desperation.

“What’s the rush, huh?” he says, feigning innocence, though his voice is edged with a dark, sadistic thrill. “Thought you wanted me to ruin you?”

His words hang in the air, taunting, and your body responds on instinct, your hips bucking up, trying to force him deeper. Heeseung lets you feel the head of his cock press in just a little more, but then he pulls back, chuckling darkly as you whine in frustration. The teasing is almost too much, and the smirk on his face tells you he’s enjoying every second of your torment.

“Fuck, please,” you plead, every ounce of pride gone, replaced by pure, unfiltered need. “I need it so bad, Heeseung.”

Finally, he seems satisfied, and his smirk fades into something darker, more feral. “That’s more like it,” he growls, and in one smooth motion, he pushes forward, his cock sinking into you inch by agonising inch. The stretch is perfect, your walls clenching around him as he fills you completely, and you gasp, overwhelmed by the sensation of him dragging against your insides.

Heeseung doesn’t wait - doesn’t give you time to adjust. He pulls back and slams into you again, the force making the bed creak and your breath hitch. It’s rough and relentless, the curve of his cock hitting all the right spots, and you can’t help the cry that escapes your lips. Your nails dig into his back, trying to anchor yourself, but Heeseung is unyielding, setting a punishing rhythm that leaves you breathless.

“Look at you,” he pants, his voice rough and laced with mockery as he watches you unravel beneath him. “So fucking desperate. How long have you wanted this?”

His words make you clench tighter around him, your body responding to his taunts in a way that makes your cheeks burn with a mix of shame and arousal. Heeseung notices, and he chuckles, low and dark, leaning in close enough that his breath brushes your ear.

“Tell me,” he growls, his tone edged with a threat that sends a thrill of anticipation through you. “Use those words, or I’ll get them out of you.”

A wicked idea sparks in your mind, and instead of answering, you clamp your mouth shut, biting down on your lip to keep any sounds from escaping. You look up at him, eyes gleaming with defiance and smirk. The challenge in your gaze is unmistakable, and you see something dark and feral flicker in Heeseung’s eyes as he realizes what you’re doing.

Heeseung loves submissive partners - loves when they give in to him completely. But there’s something about a brat, something about the way they fight back, that lets him unleash everything he’s got. And the way you’re looking at him now, refusing to give him the satisfaction of hearing you beg, makes his blood pump with a mixture of lust and exhilaration.

“Oh, you want to play like that?” he snarls, the dangerous edge in his voice making your heart race. Without warning, his hand moves up to your throat, his fingers wrapping around your neck with an almost brutal grip. His hand is big, easily encompassing your throat, and the pressure he applies makes his veins pop, the sight of them making your breath hitch.

Heeseung squeezes, and your airways constrict, your eyes widening as you feel the breath leaving your lungs. “You’re gonna want to gasp for air soon,” he taunts, his voice a low, menacing rumble that sends a fresh wave of arousal pooling in your core.

The lack of air combined with the relentless thrust of his cock deep inside you creates a dizzying, intoxicating sensation. Your brain starts to feel lighter, like you’re floating, and the world around you blurs as the pressure in your throat increases. You can still breathe—just barely - but the tiny gasps you manage through your nose aren’t enough, leaving you light-headed and playing a dangerous game.

And fuck, do you love it.

Heeseung’s grip tightens even more, cutting off your air completely, and your body thrums with a heady mix of fear and arousal. You’re drowning in the feeling of him everywhere - his cock driving into you, his hand choking the life out of you, and the overwhelming intensity of it all sends you spiralling into a blissful, euphoric state.

Your body goes slack beneath him, every muscle relaxed as you give in to the sensation, the lack of oxygen making everything else sharper, more intense. Your vision starts to blur at the edges, darkness creeping in, but you hold onto the pleasure, focusing on the way his cock drags against your walls, filling you so perfectly that it almost hurts.

Heeseung watches you closely, the way your lips part in a desperate attempt to take in air, the way your eyes flutter shut as you lose yourself in the haze. He knows you’re close, knows that the combination of his rough treatment and the lack of air is pushing you to your limit.

“God, you’re such a greedy little slut,” he hisses, thrusting harder, and you arch up into him, every nerve ending buzzing with electric pleasure. “Can’t get enough, can you?”

You’re too far gone to respond, too caught up in the overwhelming sensation of him pounding into you, each thrust rougher than the last. Your mind is hazy, clouded with lust, and all you can do is moan his name, your body moving instinctively to meet his every thrust.

Heeseung’s grip loosens from your throat, and you suck in a desperate gasp of air, your lungs burning with the sudden rush of oxygen. The pace of his thrusts is relentless, brutal, and all-consuming, driving you closer and closer to the precipice. Your world is reduced to the slick, punishing rhythm of his cock inside you, the tight coil in your stomach winding impossibly tight. You’re so close, teetering on the edge of blissful oblivion, when Heeseung’s voice cuts through the haze.

“Fuck, you’re gonna cum again, aren’t you?” he taunts, his tone ragged and dripping with sadistic pleasure. “Do it. Cum for me, and let everyone know how much you love getting fucked like this.”

As if by magic, Heeseung’s words come to fruition and as the last word leaves his mouth, Jake is standing frozen in the doorway, his expression a mix of shock and something heat-provoking. He shouldn’t be here - shouldn’t be seeing this - but there’s no stopping himself, the way his eyes linger on you, on the way your body arches and moves under Heeseung’s control. His jaw is slack, lips slightly parted as he struggles to process the scene in front of him, but he can’t hide the lust in his gaze, the unmistakable arousal that flares as he hears the sounds of your moans echoing through the room.

Heeseung notices Jake almost instantly, his rhythm never faltering. Instead of shouting at him to get out or shielding you from Jake’s gaze, Heeseung smirks, his lips curling into something wicked and taunting. He rolls his hips into you once more, and you cry out, lost in the sensation and unaware of the unexpected visitor.

“Jake,” Heeseung calls out, his voice dripping with arrogance and something like amusement. He gestures with a nod of his head. “Come here. She’s a handful.”

Jake hesitates only for a moment, clearly dazed by the invitation and the surreal reality of the situation. But then, as if drawn by some invisible force, he steps inside, shutting the door behind him with a quiet click. He moves to the side of the bed, eyes flickering between you and Heeseung, still trying to wrap his head around what’s happening.

You see him then, and the shame washes over you like ice water, your impending orgasm slipping away in the heat of the moment as you flush red for a different reason. You instinctively try to cover yourself, hands moving up to shield your chest, but Heeseung’s grip is ironclad and he catches your jaw with a firm, possessive hold, forcing your gaze back to his.

“Don’t be embarrassed, angel,” Heeseung murmurs, leaning down so only you can hear, his hips slowing just enough to make your frustration mount. “You want him, don’t you? I see the way you look at him when he calls you pretty names.”

You can’t deny it - the truth in his words makes your core tighten, clenching around nothing as you imagine Jake’s touch, the thought of both of them overwhelming you. You’ve craved this in the darkest corners of your mind, and now, with Jake standing there watching you, your desire is laid bare.

“Yes…please, I want him,” you confess, voice trembling with need and a hint of shame.

Heeseung’s smirk widens, his expression turning mocking and cruel. “See? I knew a slut like you couldn’t be satisfied with just one cock.” His hand comes down in a light but sharp slap across your cheek, and you gasp, the sting mingling with pleasure that leaves you breathless.

Jake’s eyes darken at the action, flickering with concern at the derogatory name and the harshness of Heeseung’s treatment. But then he sees the way you smile up at them, your expression dazed and blissful, a spark of euphoria igniting in your gaze that tells him all he needs to know. You want this. You want to be used, claimed, and taken by both of them. Harshly and roughly.

Brushing his fingers along the mark on your cheek, Jake soothes the pain. His touch is warm and careful, but there’s a hunger behind it, a dark intensity in his eyes that makes your pulse quicken. He looks down at you, his expression a mixture of adoration but menacing intent.

“Our pretty girl,” Jake murmurs, his voice low and velvety, tinged with a heat that sends a shiver down your spine. “Who knew you were so filthy?”

Heeseung’s gaze snaps to Jake, his possessiveness flaring instantly. “My pretty girl,” he corrects sharply, his tone dripping with dominance and a clear line of ownership. “You’re just here to help out.” Heeseung’s words are a clear warning, a statement of his claim over you, even in this shared moment. He’s willing to let Jake in because it’s what you crave, but he won’t let anyone - especially not Jake - forget who you truly belong to.

Now that he has you, he’s never letting you go. Not Jake nor Sunghoon is taking you away from him.

Jake’s eyes flash with understanding and he nods slightly, accepting Heeseung’s terms even if he isn’t too happy about it. You’re beautiful in every way and he would want nothing more than to call you his, but he knows about Heeseung’s fascination with you.

Jake has seen all the times Heeseung walks out of the room when you’re getting too close to one another. At first, he thought it was to give you and Jake alone time, but with every slam of a door or huff, he soon realised that Heeseung was in fact jealous and couldn’t bear to see the sight of you curled up with someone who wasn’t him. It doesn’t help that you’ve never been close to Heeseung the way you are Jake, but the Aussie blames that on his friend’s lack of initiative. 

Clearly, he finally took the initiative by the looks of his cock ramming into you sharply.  So, Jake takes this opportunity, if it’s between one night of sharing you, or not at all, he’s taking the first option. 

Heeseung’s grip on your jaw tightens just a fraction, and he leans in, his lips brushing your ear. “You’re mine, angel. Always.” His eyes flicker to Jake, silently reminding him of the rules, before focusing back on you, his thrusts picking up speed again, driving into you with a new found vigour.

Your grip on the bedsheets tightens as you brace yourself, the soft fabric bunched between your fingers, knuckles turning white as you thrash beneath Heeseung. You’re barely aware of Jake watching every moment, every reaction—none of it matters anymore. The thick, pulsing drag of Heeseung’s cock has you keening, the heavy, relentless throb of his tip pressing against your walls with every hard thrust sending you spiraling into a delirium of pleasure.

The intensity of it all - the way Heeseung fills you so completely, the way his hips drive into you with a brutal, punishing rhythm - pushes you closer and closer to the edge. As your second orgasm builds, white-hot and all-consuming, it’s too much, almost unbearable. You instinctively try to pull away, shifting your hips back to gain even the slightest bit of relief. But Heeseung is quicker, his hands clamp down on your hips with a bruising grip, fingers digging into your skin.

"Don’t you fucking dare," he growls, his tone laced with anger and something darker, like the mere thought of you taking yourself away from him is the worst kind of betrayal. His gaze is wild, his brow furrowed with barely contained frustration, and it’s clear there’s a flip switch inside him - something more aggressive, more dominant than you’ve ever seen.

A sharp slap lands on your cheek, harder than before, the sting blooming hot across your skin and sending a shock straight to your core. “Don’t run away from what you want,” Heeseung hisses through clenched teeth, his thrusts not slowing for even a second. The sting mixes with the pleasure, and you feel yourself clenching around him, torn between pain and desire. You know you’ve pushed him over the edge, coaxed him into this rough, untamed version of himself, and you revel in it, loving the back and forth, the give and take of control.

“Jake, hold her arms,” Heeseung commands, his voice sharp and demanding, finally bringing Jake fully into the mix.

Jake’s hands are on you immediately, rough and firm as he yanks your arms above your head, pinning your wrists against the mattress. He pulls you slightly, stretching you out and arching your back off the bed. The new angle sends you reeling, Heeseung’s cock hitting deeper, impossibly so, opening you up in a way that has you gasping for breath. You’re splayed out before them, exposed and vulnerable, and the combination of Jake’s tight grip and Heeseung’s punishing pace leaves you completely at their mercy.

Heeseung’s thumb finds your clit again, pressing down with just enough force to make you cry out. “You’re going to cum for me,” he growls, voice rough and dripping with command. His hips snap against yours, relentless and punishing, and his thumb moves with practised precision, rubbing tight, fast circles that have you teetering on the brink of ecstasy.

Your vision blurs and all you can feel is the overwhelming pressure inside you, the knot in your stomach that has been pulled to it’s limits finally snaps with blinding intensity. You scream out, your entire body tensing as the orgasm crashes over you in violent, shuddering waves. It’s all too much, your body convulsing uncontrollably as Heeseung keeps driving into you, his thumb never relenting on your clit, prolonging your pleasure until you’re nearly sobbing from the sheer intensity of it.

Heeseung doesn’t let up, his pace unyielding, fucking you through your climax with a savage determination. Your slick walls clamp down around him, spasming with every drag of his cock, and he lets out a strangled groan, his control slipping as he chases his release. You’re lost to the sensation, barely able to form coherent thoughts as your climax drags on, each wave cresting higher than the last until you’re left shaking and spent beneath him.

“Fuck, Heeseung,” you cry out breathlessly, the desperate need in your voice undeniable. “Cum inside me, please, please, please.” You’re beyond humiliation now, too lost in the heat of it all to care about anything but the aching emptiness you feel whenever he’s not filling you.

But just as you plead, Heeseung pulls out, the sudden emptiness leaving you whimpering and clenching around nothing. The slick, wet sound of him slipping free echoes in the room, and he fists his cock, pumping it with fast, urgent strokes. His chest heaves, muscles taut and glistening with sweat as he works himself to the brink, his grip on you tightening with every jerk of his wrist. The sight of him above you - his face twisted in pleasure, his eyes wild and unfocused - is enough to make you ache with need all over again.

With a low, guttural groan, Heeseung spills over you, thick ropes of cum painting your stomach and chest, marking you his territory. The heat of it hits your skin, and you watch as he works himself through the last pulses of his release, his jaw clenched and his body trembling. Heeseung’s chest rises and falls heavily, his breaths ragged as he lets go, the last of his cum splattering across your body. He leans back, admiring the mess he’s made, his cock still twitching in his hand as he slowly comes down from his high.

“You need to behave if you want my cum, angel,” Heeseung says, his voice low and mocking, a smirk curling at the edges of his lips as he looks down at you. His thumb brushes over the sticky mess on your skin, smearing it just to make a point. You shiver, the ache and desire mixing into something intoxicating, and you know this won’t be the last time you push him like this - because the way Heeseung loses control when he’s with you is something you’ll never get enough of.

Jake’s grip loosens slightly, his thumbs rubbing gentle circles over your wrists, soothing the faint ache left behind by his earlier roughness. His touch is a stark contrast to the raw intensity of everything that’s just happened, but his eyes tell a different story - dark, hungry, and locked onto you with an unwavering focus. His gaze travels over your body, lingering on the mess Heeseung left on your stomach, your heaving chest, and the subtle, involuntary shake of your legs. You’re a beautiful wreck, panting softly, your entire body still humming with the aftershocks of your orgasm, and Jake can’t help but be mesmerized by the sight.

Heeseung notices the way Jake’s expression shifts, the unmistakable desire written all over his face. “You want to clean her up?” Heeseung’s voice drips with amusement, his eyes narrowing slightly as he watches his friend’s restraint begin to crack. Heeseung’s fingers dip between your folds, collecting some of your slick before he brings his digits to his mouth, savouring the taste with a low, satisfied moan. “She’s fucking delicious.”

The taste of you floods Jake’s senses, and he loses himself in the moment, the sweet and salty blend of your release making his eyes flutter shut as he dives in deeper. He works his tongue expertly, slipping between your folds and circling your swollen clit before dipping down to explore your entrance, lapping up every drop of your arousal with an insatiable hunger. 

Jake doesn’t need any more encouragement. An avid pussy eater, he’s practically salivating at the opportunity, his lips curling into a smile as he bites down on his lower lip. He moves swiftly, coming around the bed to position himself between your trembling thighs. Heeseung steps back, giving him space, though his watchful eyes never leave you. Jake starts slow, his tongue darting out to deliver soft kitten licks against your sensitive folds.

His touch is featherlight at first, a teasing exploration that makes your body jolt with renewed need. You can’t help but arch into him, your hands tangling in his hair as you pull him closer, seeking more, silently begging for him to go faster.

You’re lost to the pleasure, moaning and grinding against his mouth, and Jake takes it all in stride, responding to every twitch and pull of your body as he picks up the pace, his lips and tongue moving in perfect rhythm. He feasts on you like you’re the only thing that matters, each flick and swirl sending jolts of pleasure through your already overstimulated core.

Heeseung watches the scene unfold, his jaw clenched as he listens to your moans. Jake’s face is buried between your legs, and it’s clear from the way your back arches and your thighs tighten around his head that he’s damn good at what he’s doing. Heeseung can’t deny the jealousy simmering beneath his calm exterior. As much as he loves seeing you fall apart, he wants to be the one pulling those sounds from you, the one making you lose control.

Dragging his fingers along your torso, Heeseung collects some of the sticky mess he left on your skin, his cum still warm and glistening. “Open up, angel,” he orders, his voice laced with menace. You’re too far gone, drowning in the sensations Jake is giving you, but you obey without question, parting your lips wide and waiting with your tongue out like a perfect little submissive.

Heeseung pushes his fingers into your mouth, letting the salty tang of his cum coat your tongue. “Suck,” he commands, and you comply immediately, hollowing your cheeks around his fingers and drawing them in deeper. You swirl your tongue over his digits, tasting every drop, your eyes fluttering shut as you lose yourself in the bitter and intoxicating mix of him. 

Watching you intently, Heeseung is mesmerised by the sight of you sucking so eagerly, his fingers slick with your saliva and his cum. He pushes in further, teasing the back of your throat, feeling the soft gag that makes you whimper around him, desperate and wanting more.

Meanwhile, Jake is completely absorbed in his own task, his tongue working tirelessly as he devours you. His nose brushing against your mound, his lips and tongue moving in tandem as he dips deeper, swirling his tongue inside your stretched, pulsing hole. You can feel every stroke, every flick, and it’s driving you mad, the pleasure so intense it has you bucking your hips against his face, searching for every ounce of friction you can get.

Watching you writhe and moan, Heeseung feels something shift within him. There’s a flicker of fondness, something warm and possessive that cuts through his dominant facade, just for a miniscule of a second. He wants every piece of himself inside you, to claim you in ways that go beyond just the physical but he pushes it down quickly, promising himself he’ll come back to that once he’s done with you here. He needs to give you everything you want at this moment, and that isn’t tender touches and soft kisses.

Pushing your jaw down with his fingers against your tongue, Heeseung pries you open just a fraction wider. He leans in close, his eyes dark and intense, and without warning, he spits into your mouth, the warm liquid mixing with the mess on your tongue. “Swallow,” he says, his voice low and commanding. You do as you’re told, choking back a swallow even with his fingers still invading your mouth, feeling the weight of his spit mix with everything else, and the act itself only heightens the filthy pleasure coursing through you. You’ve never felt so wanted, so owned, and it’s everything you’ve ever craved.

Jake keeps his pace, and Heeseung watches with a mix of satisfaction and jealousy, knowing that while Jake might get to taste you, it’s Heeseung’s name that you’re whispering, it’s Heeseung who’s truly claimed you. But he can’t let Jake have all the fun down there.

Watching the way Jake devours you, his mouth slick and greedy against your pussy, his jealousy flares up even as he feels the rush of satisfaction at seeing you come undone. He wants to feel you trembling beneath his tongue, taste you again as you unravel. 

Withdrawing his fingers from your mouth, Heeseung moves to join Jake, his presence commanding as he circles to where the younger boy is still lost in you.

Jake’s head lifts just slightly when he feels Heeseung’s proximity, eyes narrowing in playful defensiveness. “No way, man, you ain’t taking over,” he mutters, his voice breathless, lips glistening with your slick. Heeseung simply rolls his eyes, unfazed by the challenge. 

Instead of pushing Jake away, Heeseung moves in closer, nudging Jake just enough to the side so that they both have room to work. “She said she wanted both of us,” Heeseung smirks, his tone smug and self-assured. “I’m just giving her what she wants.”

Jake, still high on the taste of you, nods in agreement, accepting Heeseung’s presence beside him. As long as he gets to keep his mouth on you, keep drawing those sweet, desperate sounds from your lips, he’s willing to share the space. Heeseung’s head dips down beside Jake’s, and the two of them work in perfect, sinful harmony, their mouths colliding as they lick and suck at your folds, both eager to claim their share of you. Their noses brush against each other, their breath mingling in heated puffs as they take turns devouring you, neither willing to give up the spot.

The sensation is overwhelming - two mouths on you at once, tongues weaving over one another, sometimes colliding and sometimes complementing, creating a dizzying, chaotic rhythm that has you seeing stars. Heeseung’s tongue is precise and teasing, swirling around your clit with practised ease, while Jake’s is more fervent, desperate and hungry as he licks broad, eager strokes from your entrance up to the sensitive bundle of nerves Heeseung is working on. The way their tongues dance over each other sends electric shocks up your spine; it’s hot and heavy, a messy, wet collision of pleasure that makes your entire body hum. 

This is truly what dreams are made of.

Every lick, every flick of their tongues against your swollen clit and dripping folds sends you spiralling closer to the edge. Jake’s hands grip your thighs, spreading you wider, his thumbs pressing into the soft flesh as he holds you open for both of them. Heeseung’s tongue dips lower, tasting you deeply, swirling inside your entrance before flicking back up to meet Jake’s. They take turns teasing you, their movements synchronised in a wicked, unspoken dance that leaves you gasping and writhing. It’s filthy and intimate, the feel of their mouths and their rough, needy breaths making your skin burn with want.

You can’t take it anymore. The coil inside you tightens with a force that’s almost painful, your third orgasm approaching with a relentless, ferocious speed. You try to hold on, try to prolong the moment, but it’s useless; the dual sensation of their mouths on you, the way their tongues move and taste you, has you spinning out of control. Your fingers claw at the sheets before finding purchase in their hair, grabbing onto both of them as your hips buck wildly.

“I’m cumming - fuck, I’m cumming!” you scream, your voice breaking, your entire body seizing as the orgasm rips through you with blinding intensity. The release is violent and all-consuming, your juices flooding their mouths as you squirt, your thighs shaking uncontrollably. 

Your release is powerful and sudden, a gush of warm, clear fluid spraying from your core in rhythmic pulses, splashing against their faces and dripping down your thighs. The sensation is unlike anything you’ve felt—wild and uncontrolled, your entire body shaking as you let go completely.

Both Heeseung and Jake are caught in the torrent, and they react instantly, their mouths wide open and eager to catch every drop. Jake groans, eyes squeezed shut as your release coats his lips, chin, and cheeks, his tongue flicking out desperately to catch the taste of you. He presses his face closer, unashamedly drinking you in, his movements more frantic as he swallows your essence, the wet sound of his slurping mixing with your breathless cries.

Heeseung, on the other hand, keeps his mouth firmly on your clit, feeling the rush of your squirt spray against him as he sucks and flicks over your swollen nub. The force of your orgasm sends jets of your wetness splashing against his lips, some of it dripping messily down his neck. His eyes stay fixed on you, half-lidded and dark with lust, groaning in satisfaction as he devours you, tongue flicking at your sensitive clit even as you tremble and buck from the intensity of it all.

The way they’re lapping at you, hungry and relentless, only prolongs your squirting, your body giving everything it has as you flood their mouths with your release. Your thighs quiver violently around their heads, your back arching off the bed as the last spurts drench their faces and mix with the slick heat of their tongues. You can feel it everywhere - your release dripping down, soaking into the sheets, and covering their skin. It’s filthy, raw, and utterly electrifying, leaving you gasping and trembling as the final shudders of your climax ebb away.

Laying there, you gaze up at the ceiling, overwhelmed with a sense of gratitude for everything that has transpired. This is beyond anything you’ve ever imagined, a blissful euphoria that washes over you in waves. As you replay the events in your mind, you realize just how perfectly everything fell into place. If you or Heeseung had acted on this sooner, there’s no telling if Jake would be here with you now, completing this experience in a way you never expected. Timing really is everything.

Lost in your thoughts, you barely register Heeseung’s strong hands pulling at your arm, coaxing you into a sitting position. Your body feels limp, heavy with the aftershocks of your intense climax, but Heeseung is persistent, supporting your weight as he brings you upright. His warm breath tickles your ear as he whispers, “You’ve made such a mess, angel.” His voice is low and teasing, sending shivers down your spine. He nods towards Jake, who stands by the bed, his face and chest drenched in your release. “Your slutty little act got Jake soaked. You better get him out of those clothes, huh?”

Jake’s eyes light up at Heeseung’s words, a mix of excitement and disbelief crossing his features. He had half-expected Heeseung to kick him out after what just happened, but the realization that this night is far from over fills him with eager anticipation. Heeseung's possessiveness is still palpable, but there’s a clear invitation in his words—a chance for Jake to fully join in.

Despite the fatigue settling into your limbs, a satisfied smile tugs at your lips. You nod in agreement, knowing that as spent as you are, the hunger for more is still burning inside you. Heeseung was right - you are a lot to handle, and you love it.

Jake’s cock stands proudly before you, a little shorter but thicker than Heeseung’s, veins bulging along its length, and the tip flushed a deep pink. It throbs with anticipation, precum already beading at the slit, and your mouth waters at the sight. You glance up at Jake, who’s watching you with hooded eyes, his chest rising and falling with quickened breaths.

Gathering the last of your energy, you crawl to the edge of the bed where Jake is standing. His t-shirt clings to his skin, wet and sticky from your release, and you peel it away from his body, revealing his toned chest beneath. The fabric resists slightly, almost glued to him, but you tug it off, discarding it carelessly to the side. Your fingers move to his jeans, deftly unbuttoning them and pulling down the zipper, feeling the weight of his arousal straining against the denim.

As you tug his jeans down, you can’t help but notice how his cock springs free, heavy and thick, even shorter than Heeseung’s, but undeniably tempting.

Heeseung moves behind you, his hands massaging your shoulders, his touch firm yet soothing. “Go on, angel,” he purrs, his lips brushing against the shell of your ear. “Suck his cock like the slut you are. Make him nice and hard.” His tongue flicks out, tracing the curve of your ear before he bites your lobe, a low growl rumbling in his throat. His voice drops to a menacing whisper, a warning laced with dominance. “Remember, you’re mine. Don’t let him cum in your mouth, or I’ll make sure you never get a drop of mine. Got it?”

The thought of Heeseung’s cum buried deep inside you sends a fresh wave of longing through your body, the ache intensifying at the reminder that he denied you earlier. You whine softly, desperate to please, knowing that you’ll do anything to earn that reward.

You start slow, your hand wrapping around the base of Jake’s cock, feeling the thick, pulsing heat in your palm. Your tongue darts out, flicking over the tip to taste the salty precum gathered there, and Jake’s breath hitches, his hips twitching forward slightly. You take him into your mouth, your lips wrapping around the head, sucking gently as you inch down his length. The taste of him fills your mouth, and you hum in satisfaction, the vibration making Jake groan above you.

Jake’s reaction only spurs you on. You take him deeper, hollowing your cheeks as you bob your head, creating a wet, slurping sound that fills the room. Your tongue swirls around his shaft, tracing the thick veins and teasing the sensitive underside, making him moan low and deep, his hands fisting in the sheets. The way he reacts to you—his breathless gasps, the way his hips jerk forward uncontrollably—fuels your desire, making you suck harder, faster, wanting to see him unravel.

Heeseung watches you with dark, hungry eyes, his own arousal reigniting as he takes in the sight of you working Jake’s cock. His hand moves to his own length, stroking himself in time with the rhythm of your head bobbing on Jake’s cock. The jealousy is there, a bitter edge that makes him want to rip Jake away from you, but he holds back, knowing that this is all part of his plan. You need to get Jake nice and ready for what Heeseung has planned next.

As you focus on Jake, your hips start to rise involuntarily, your body seeking more stimulation, almost begging for attention. Heeseung’s eyes catch the movement, a smirk playing on his lips as he watches your ass sway in front of him. There’s no way you’re sucking Jake’s cock without offering yourself to Heeseung like that. He can’t resist the invitation.

Without warning, Heeseung’s hand comes down on your ass with a loud smack, the sharp sting making you cry out around Jake’s cock. The vibration travels through Jake’s length, and he groans, his head falling back as he feels it shoot straight to his balls.

“Fuck… Heeseung, do that again,” Jake breathes out, his voice strained with pleasure.

Heeseung obliges, his hand coming down harder on your ass this time, the force of the slap sending a jolt of pain-pleasure straight to your core. You cry out again, your throat tightening around Jake’s cock as you take him deeper, the sensation making him groan louder, his hands gripping the sheets so tightly his knuckles turn white.

“Such a fucking slut,” Heeseung mocks, his tone filled with dark amusement as he soothes the reddened skin of your ass with gentle strokes, then leans down to press a kiss against it. “Bet she even loves her ass being played with.”

“Bet she does,” Jake echoes, his voice rough, his face scrunched up in pleasure as your tongue runs along the prominent vein on the underside of his cock.

Heeseung wastes no time in spreading your legs wider, his fingers tracing the slick folds of your cheeks before he delves in, tongue first. The wet, hot muscle of his tongue circles your rim, teasing and tasting, flicking over the sensitive skin there. The sensation is unlike anything you’ve felt before, and your back arches instinctively, pushing back against his face as he works you open. Heeseung’s mouth is relentless, his tongue dipping inside before drawing back to lick, over and over, until your thighs are trembling with need.

He adds a finger, then two, stretching you as his tongue continues its assault. Heeseung’s fingers press deeper, curling slightly as he works them in and out with an agonizingly slow rhythm, the slickness of your arousal making it easy for him to fuck into you. The combination of his tongue and fingers is overwhelming; every nerve in your body seems to light up under his touch. He alternates between licking and biting, his teeth grazing just enough to send a shiver of pain-pleasure shooting through you, and you can’t help but clench around him, your muscles tightening as you struggle to keep focus.

Jake watches from above, his cock still in your mouth, and your tongue traces along the prominent vein on the underside, feeling it pulse with every beat of his racing heart. But Heeseung’s ministrations make it impossible to concentrate fully. The way his tongue darts in and out of your ass, combined with the relentless thrust of his fingers, is too much to bear. Each stroke sends a jolt of pleasure directly to your core, and the more Heeseung teases, the harder it becomes to maintain control.

It’s a battle to keep your focus on Jake’s cock. You want to please him, to keep sucking and teasing, but Heeseung’s touch makes your mind go blank. Just as you start to find a rhythm again, you feel Jake twitch in your mouth—a subtle warning that he’s close. Panic surges through you as you remember Heeseung’s strict instructions and the threat of losing the chance to have his cum if Jake finishes in your mouth. Desperate to obey, you pull off Jake with a wet pop, the cool air hitting your lips as you gasp for breath, the brief reprieve quickly turning into a moan as Heeseung drives his fingers deeper, faster.

Heeseung doesn’t let up; he kneels behind you and yanks you up, removing his fingers only to press you firmly against his chest. His grip is possessive, holding you close as he whispers in your ear, “Good girl, you listen so well to me.” The praise sends a rush of heat straight to your core, and you whine, your body going limp against his hold as he licks the last of your taste from his lips, his satisfaction evident.

Seemingly caught in the moment, Jake’s eyes fix on you as he wraps his hand around his cock, fisting himself with quick, desperate strokes. His eyes flutter closed, his head tipping back as he chases the high he was so close to achieving in your mouth. You watch with rapt attention, seeing the way his muscles tense, his abs clenching as he works himself to completion. He positions himself in front of you, aiming at your stomach, and with a low, guttural groan, he spills over you, hot and thick.

His cum splatters across your skin, mixing with the remnants of Heeseung’s earlier release, creating a mess that drips down your belly and pools in your navel. You watch the way Jake’s cock twitches in his hand, each pulse sending another thick rope of cum across your skin, the sight both filthy and utterly arousing. The combined scent of their release fills your senses, and you can’t help but let out a soft, needy whimper, your body aching for more.

Heeseung’s hold tightens around you, his fingers digging into your flesh as he watches Jake finish. “Look at you,” Heeseung murmurs, his voice rough with pride and arousal. “Covered in our cum like the perfect little slut you are.” He tilts your head back, forcing you to look up at him, his dark eyes burning with unspoken promises. “And don’t worry, angel. You’ll get what you want soon enough.” His cock twitches against your back, a silent promise of what’s still to come.

With a smirk, Heeseung’s eyes flick down to his friend’s softening cock. “I’ll give you a minute, yeah?” he says, the implication clear in his tone. Although Jake’s frustration is palpable - knowing that Heeseung will be buried inside you again before he even gets a chance to feel your tightness squeezing his cock - he nods in understanding.

He knows he needs a moment - his dick, still slick with your spit and his own cum, needs a little time to recover before he's ready to go again. The veins running along his shaft are still faintly pulsing, and his tip, now a deeper, more muted pink, glistens under the dim light of the room. He gently strokes himself, trying to keep the lingering arousal alive, his eyes never leaving the scene unfolding before him.

Meanwhile, Heeseung’s lips trail down your neck, nipping at your skin in a playful, almost affectionate way. Each bite is a reminder of his claim on you, and the small smiles he gives are a stark contrast to the filthy things you’ve done together tonight. His warm breath fans against your ear, and you can’t help but shiver in anticipation, knowing exactly what’s coming next.

With a sultry smile, you gather some of the cum pooling on your tummy, dragging your fingers through the sticky mess before bringing them to your lips. You suck them clean, maintaining eye contact with Heeseung the entire time, a deliberate and provocative display. 

A stray dribble escapes the corner of your mouth, trailing down your chin, but Heeseung’s quick to notice. Without hesitation, he leans in, his mouth latching onto your skin as he sucks the dribble off your face, his tongue sweeping over your jawline in a way that’s both possessive and intimate. The unexpected act catches you off guard, and you gasp softly, the sound quickly morphing into a needy whimper.

Something is mesmerising about Heeseung - how he’s unafraid to take what he wants, how he ensures you’re getting the most pleasure out of every moment. He’s unlike anyone you’ve ever been with, and you find yourself falling deeper into the way he handles you with a perfect balance of roughness and care. Jake, too, has been nothing short of selfless, his need to please you evident in every touch and desperate lick. The puppy-eyed boy is eager to please you, which is a rarity to find in men these days, god knows you’ve tried looking for one.

Who knew what you needed was under this roof?

Heeseung’s eyes remain half-lidded, dark with desire, as he pulls back just enough to speak. “Turn around for me, angel,” he instructs, his voice dripping with lust. He punctuates his command with a sharp slap to your ass, and the sting only amplifies the fire burning between your legs. His enthusiasm is contagious, and despite your exhaustion, a renewed energy surges through you. You comply eagerly, shuffling until you’re facing him, both of you on your knees on the mattress.

Up close, Heeseung’s beauty is breathtaking. His dark eyes are alight with mischief and hunger, but there’s also a softness there, a gentleness that contradicts the filthy words he whispers in your ear. You marvel at how stunning he looks with his tousled hair, swollen lips, and a faint sheen of sweat glistening on his skin. He’s a perfect mix of tenderness and dominance, and every second in his presence feels electric.

“I’m going to fuck your cunt. You feeling okay?” Heeseung asks, his voice softening as he checks in on you, his fingers drifting down to your slick heat. He carefully slides them between your folds, testing your sensitivity, searching for any signs of discomfort.

You moan at the touch and nod, meeting his gaze with a cheeky grin. “I’m okay. Nowhere near ruined,” you tease, giving him an innocent look, though both of you know there’s nothing innocent about what’s happening.

Heeseung’s expression shifts, his caring concern replaced with amusement and libido. “Yeah? Suppose I better make good on my promise then,” he growls before crashing his lips back onto yours. The kiss is fierce and consuming, his tongue sweeping into your mouth with unrestrained fervour. He devours you, kissing you like he can’t get enough like he’s starved for every part of you - and he is. His fingers continue to play with your folds, rubbing slow circles against your clit, driving you further into madness as your hips jerk instinctively against his hand.

Jake’s watching intently, his cock twitching back to life as he witnesses the raw passion between you and Heeseung. The sight of you so lost in Heeseung’s touch, the way your body melts into his, ignites something fierce within Jake. He strokes his length slowly, feeling the arousal steadily build again, his tip swelling with a deep rose tint as blood rushes back, hardening him as he imagines the moment he’ll finally be inside you.

Heeseung’s hands find your ass, gripping firmly as he lifts you with ease, positioning you over his lap. Your legs spread wide, and he uses his strength to guide you down, letting your slick folds drag along his cock, the bell of his tip pressing teasingly at your entrance. The friction has you grinding against him, desperate for more, and Heeseung groans at the needy way you move, his head tipping back in pure bliss.

“God, I fucking love how needy you are,” he breathes, leaning forward to hover his lips over yours, barely brushing them as he speaks. “I’m never letting you go after this.”

You can’t suppress the smile that spreads across your face, the words resonating deeply. “Good. I don’t want you to,” you murmur back, your voice filled with sincerity. Heeseung’s gaze softens momentarily before his need takes over, and he pulls you down, his cock finally breaching your entrance as you sink onto him, the stretch and fullness making your eyes roll back in pure ecstasy.

Heeseung’s strong hands grip your waist, guiding you up and down on his cock with practised ease. Each bounce sends shockwaves of pleasure through your body, the thick length of him stretching you in ways that leave you breathless. The sound of skin slapping against skin fills the room, mingling with your soft, needy moans and Heeseung’s ragged breaths. He watches you through hooded eyes, his lips parted as he groans with every thrust, the sight of you taking him so eagerly making his head spin.

“Fuck, you feel even better this time,” Heeseung rasps, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he swallows thickly. He can’t believe how tight you still are, how your body moulds perfectly around him, clenching with every movement. His hips snap up to meet your descent, his fingers digging into the flesh of your ass as he drives himself deeper inside you. He swears for a second he can see his cock bulging out your stomach, making him groan out and quicken his pace.

Biting his lip so hard it nearly draws blood, Jake moves closer, his restraint crumbling as he watches you go up and down on Heeseung’s cock. The sight is almost too much for him to bear; he needs to feel you, to be inside you. Climbing onto the bed, he positions himself behind you, his eyes locking onto Heeseung’s, silently asking for permission to join.

Heeseung doesn’t respond immediately. Instead, he cups your face, drawing your attention back to him rather than the pleasure. “You think you can take both of us, angel?” he asks, his voice thick with pride and appentence.

The mere thought sends a shiver of excitement down your spine. One cock was already bliss, but the idea of having both of them inside you at once? It’s a dream you never thought would come true. You nod enthusiastically, your smile bright and eager. “Yes. Fuck, yes.”

Jake mirrors your expression, his eyes lighting up and his cock twitching in joy. Unable to resist, he leans in and captures your lips in a kiss. It’s different from Heeseung’s - softer, more deliberate, his tongue stroking yours slowly, savouring the moment. The contrast between Jake’s gentle kiss and the way Heeseung pounds into you is dizzying, making you feel completely overwhelmed in the best way possible.

With his hands groping your ass and kneading your cheeks, Jake’s touch is gentle as he positions himself at your entrance. He feels the tight ring of muscle give way slightly under his touch, his eyes flickering with both excitement and a hint of concern. Slowly, he presses forward, the thick head of his cock nudging at your entrance. The stretch is intense, and you can’t help but claw at Jake’s shoulder, your nails digging in as you adjust to the pressure.

Heeseung pauses his movements, allowing you to catch your breath as Jake inches inside. Your body tenses, the sensation of Jake’s girth pushing into your ass making you gasp. Even though Heeseung had prepped you earlier, Jake’s cock is thick, and the tightness borders on overwhelming.

Jake’s brow furrows, his voice laced with guilt as he peppers kisses along your cheek, your jaw, your forehead - anywhere he can reach. “I’m sorry, sweetheart,” he murmurs between kisses, his touch tender and soothing. “I’ll go really slow until you’re ready, yeah?”

The gentleness in his voice makes your heart flutter, and despite the intensity of the stretch, you can’t help but feel safe between them. “It’s okay,” you whisper, breathless but reassuring. “I want this. You can move.”

Cautiously, Jake slides in deeper inch by inch, his own moans of ecstasy barely contained as your tight heat swallows him. The slow stretch is excruciatingly good, the pressure of being filled from both ends sending jolts of pleasure through your entire body. Heeseung keeps his hands on your waist, holding you steady as Jake finally bottoms out, the three of you perfectly locked together in a moment that feels almost unreal.

“Oh, fuck,” Jake breathes, his head tipping back as he revels in the tight squeeze around him. “You feel so fucking good.”

Heeseung’s lips curl into a smirk as he watches you both, his grip tightening possessively. “You like that, angel? You like being filled up by us?” His voice is low and rough, and you can only nod, your words lost to the pleasure.

As your body begins to adjust to the intense stretch, the rhythm between Heeseung and Jake picks up, their movements becoming more coordinated, more deliberate. Heeseung’s hands roam your body, sliding up your waist to cup your breasts, his thumbs brushing over your hardened nipples as he thrusts up into you. The sensation sends jolts of pleasure shooting straight to your core, each touch amplifying the overwhelming fullness you feel. Jake’s hands grip your hips from behind, guiding you onto his cock with careful but desperate need, his fingers occasionally sliding to your lower back, tracing soft patterns as if trying to soothe the burn of being stretched so wide.

Every thrust is perfectly timed, alternating in a way that keeps you impossibly full, never a moment where you aren’t completely claimed by both of them. The feeling is indescribable - hot, tight, and exquisitely intense, every nerve in your body alight with sensation. The press of Jake’s chest against your back, the rough slide of Heeseung’s cock inside your dripping heat, and the way Jake’s fingers are now expertly working your clit all converge into one dizzying blend of pleasure. Your moans turn into high-pitched cries, each thrust pushing you closer to the edge, and you’re completely lost to the overwhelming ecstasy of having them both.

Jake’s touch on your clit is unrelenting, his fingers drawing slow, firm circles that match the rhythm of their movements. Your body responds instantly, clenching tight around both of them as your orgasm builds, a pressure so fierce it almost scares you. Your breaths turn ragged, your body trembling as you cling to Jake’s shoulders for support, feeling like you might fall apart at any moment. The tension finally snaps, and you’re thrown headfirst into your release, your walls convulsing wildly around them. The sensation is blinding; your vision goes white, and your entire body locks up as the orgasm tears through you. Your head falls back onto Jake’s shoulder, mouth hanging open in a silent scream as pleasure floods every inch of your being.

“Fuck, that’s it, cum for us,” Heeseung groans, his voice thick and strained. His own restraint is slipping, the feeling of you spasming around him pushing him dangerously close to his own release. Jake watches you fall apart, his eyes glazed with lust as he feels your slick walls clench around his cock, milking him for everything he has.

Jake’s breathing is ragged, his release lingering in the air, but his eyes stay fixed on the way your body is stretched and filled between them, a look of longing and unfulfilled need still shadowing his expression. Heeseung’s thrusts are slowing, but Jake’s gaze doesn’t waver; he’s captivated, hungry for more. As he pulls out slowly, his cock slick and glistening from being inside you, he swallows thickly, his desire still burning hot despite his recent release.

“Fuck… Heeseung,” Jake starts, his voice hoarse and filled with a mix of uncertainty and desperate want. He hesitates, his eyes flicking between you and Heeseung. “Can I—can I cum inside her ass?”

Heeseung’s head snaps up, his brows knitting together in a flash of possessiveness. It’s an instinct, that primal urge to keep you all to himself, to not share the deepest parts of you. His fingers tighten slightly on your waist, and he bites his lip, conflicted. The question hangs heavy between the three of you, and you can feel the tension in the air, the silent battle playing out in Heeseung’s mind as he grapples with his possessiveness.

But before he can even form a response, you nod eagerly, your body already aching for more, for that forbidden thrill of being filled in every hole. Your eyes meet Heeseung’s, silently pleading, and he feels his resolve waver. Despite his reluctance, the look of anticipation and need on your face is impossible to ignore.

Heeseung’s gaze softens, his possessiveness yielding under the weight of your desire. He knows how much you crave this, and though the thought of Jake claiming you in such an intimate way twists something inside him, Heeseung’s need to see you satisfied trumps his jealousy. He lets out a sigh, brushing his thumb over your cheek in a tender, reassuring gesture.

“Only because she wants it,” Heeseung murmurs, his voice low and edged with reluctant surrender. He looks at Jake, then back to you, his eyes filled with a fierce, protective heat. 

Jake nods, his eyes lighting up with gratitude and excitement. The sight of you writhing between them, your body trembling and utterly spent - along with verbal permission - pushes Jake over the edge. His grip on your hips tightens, and with a few more desperate thrusts, he lets out a strangled moan, his cock pulsing inside you. He buries himself deep, the heat of his release flooding you as he spills, his cum coating your walls as he grinds against you, hips twitching with each spurt. Jake’s head drops forward, his breath hot against your shoulder as he groans through his release, the feeling of being buried in your tight heat making him shudder in bliss.

“Fuck, so tight,” Jake pants, his voice barely a whisper as he comes down from his high, his body sagging slightly but still moving in time with Heeseung’s thrusts, making sure you stay full.

Heeseung watches, utterly transfixed by the sight of Jake’s cum mixing with your slick as he continues to thrust into you. The pressure of you squeezing him so perfectly and the primal satisfaction of knowing he’s sharing this moment with Jake pushes him right to his breaking point. With a guttural moan, Heeseung snaps his hips up, filling you completely one last time before he finally lets go. His grip on your waist is bruising, his nails digging into your skin as his release surges forward, hot and thick as he empties inside you. The sensation is overwhelming, his cock twitching with every pulse as he coats your insides with his cum.

Heeseung’s thrusts slow but remain deep, his forehead pressed against yours as he breathes heavily, still caught in the aftershocks of his orgasm. “Fuck, angel, you were so perfect,” he mutters, his voice laced with awe as he watches the way your body shudders between them, completely sated and drenched in the evidence of their pleasure. Jake’s hand still lingers on your hip, squeezing gently as if to say that this moment was just the beginning, a silent promise of more to come.

With both of them still inside, you feel utterly claimed, utterly theirs, and you know that nothing else will ever compare.

As the intensity of the moment finally settles, the room falls into a comfortable, exhausted silence, only broken by the sound of labored breathing. Heeseung slowly pulls out of you, careful not to overwhelm you further, his own body still tingling from the aftershocks of his release. He can’t help but watch the way his cum mingles with Jake’s, leaking out of you in thick rivulets. The sight is so raw, so intimate, that it sends a possessive thrill through him, but he knows that now is the time for gentleness.

Heeseung’s touch shifts from passionate to tender, his hands soft and careful as he helps you lay back on the bed. You’re completely spent, your body limp and glowing with satisfaction, and Heeseung takes a moment to appreciate just how beautiful you look—flushed, a little messy, and thoroughly pleasured. He kisses your forehead softly, then moves to check over your body, his gaze sharp and attentive. There’s a hint of concern in his eyes as he inspects every inch of you, ensuring there are no signs of discomfort or strain.

“You okay, angel?” he asks, voice gentle as he runs his fingers soothingly through your hair. You nod weakly, eyes half-lidded, still lost in the blissful haze of what just transpired.

Jake, catching his breath, slips off the bed with a satisfied smile, heading to the kitchen. He quickly grabs a bottle of water and some wet wipes, his mind already shifting to aftercare. He knows how important this part is - to make sure you feel safe and loved, especially after such an intense experience. When he returns, Heeseung is still doting on you, his fingers tracing light patterns on your skin as if grounding you.

You let out a tired whine, snuggling deeper into the pillows. “Too tired,” you mumble, your voice barely above a whisper. Heeseung frowns slightly but lets it go, deciding to prioritise your comfort in this moment, knowing he’ll keep a close eye on you.

Heeseung’s protective nature kicks in, and he leans close, his voice soft but firm. “You should try to pee, angel,” he urges, knowing how your body needs it.

But you shake your head, too tired to move, too comfortable in the warm cocoon of their presence to care about anything else. “I know, baby, but it’s important,” he insists, though his tone is gentle, laced with concern.

Jake kneels beside you, his smile tender as he opens the wet wipes and begins to clean you up, his touch gentle and unhurried. He wipes away the sticky mess on your stomach, thighs, and between your legs, his movements slow. The cool touch of the wipes is soothing against your heated skin, and Jake’s soft murmurs of reassurance make you feel even more cared for.

“You did so well,” Jake praises softly, his fingers grazing your skin as he cleans you up, making sure you’re as comfortable as possible. “So perfect for us.” His eyes are full of warmth as he meets yours, and the soft, fond expression on his face makes your heart flutter.

Once you’re cleaned up, Jake hands you the water bottle, urging you to take a few sips to hydrate. You comply, though your body is still heavy with exhaustion. The cool water soothes your dry throat, and you give Jake a sleepy smile of gratitude.

“Thanks,” you whisper, your voice hoarse but content. Jake just smiles back, brushing a stray hair away from your face before discarding the used wipes and settling back on the bed.

“C’mere,” you murmur, reaching out for both of them. The need for closeness, for reassurance, is palpable in your voice, and neither Jake nor Heeseung hesitates. They each slide in beside you, one on each side, surrounding you with their warmth. Heeseung pulls you closer against his chest, his arm wrapping protectively around your waist, while Jake presses a gentle kiss to your forehead, his fingers brushing over your cheek.

You sigh in contentment, the weight of their bodies grounding you, making you feel utterly safe and cherished. Heeseung’s thumb strokes your side in soothing circles, and you nuzzle closer to him, inhaling his familiar scent. Jake’s hand finds yours, intertwining your fingers as he snuggles closer, and you feel utterly enveloped by their presence.

The three of you lay there in comfortable silence, basking in the afterglow. The air is thick with the lingering scent of sex, but there’s a newfound calmness, a quiet intimacy that settles over you like a warm blanket.

As you lay nestled between Heeseung and Jake, the warmth of their bodies soothing every ache and the steady rhythm of their breathing lulling you into a sense of tranquility, your eyelids grow heavy. The soft, rhythmic strokes of Heeseung’s thumb along your side and the gentle squeeze of Jake’s hand in yours keep you tethered to the present, yet slowly, inevitably, the world begins to fade.

The sounds around you start to blur - Heeseung’s quiet, steady breaths, the faint rustle of sheets, and the soft hum of the city beyond the window. Everything seems to meld into a comforting haze, and you feel yourself slipping, drifting further into the embrace of sleep. The last thing you register is Heeseung’s fingers brushing through your hair and Jake’s lips pressing a final, tender kiss to your cheek. You surrender to the drowsiness, your body relaxing completely as you sink into a deep, contented slumber, cocooned in the safety of their presence.

With you now resting peacefully between them, Heeseung and Jake exchange a silent glance over your sleeping form. It’s a look filled with a mix of satisfaction, confusion, and a touch of uncertainty. The night had been everything they had imagined and more, but the rawness of their emotions lingers heavily between them. Neither of them had expected to feel this way - to feel so deeply connected to you through this shared experience.

Heeseung’s eyes flicker with an unspoken question, his possessiveness simmering just beneath the surface. He’s never been good at sharing what’s his, and seeing Jake so intimate with you stirs something complicated inside him. He knows he needs to sort through these feelings, but he also knows that tonight isn’t the time for it. Right now, you’re all that matters, your comfort and peace taking precedence over his own inner turmoil.

Jake meets his gaze, and for a moment, his usual easygoing demeanour falters. There’s a flicker of doubt, a quiet acknowledgement of the shift in their dynamic. The truth is, having you like this, feeling you fall apart in their hands, has only deepened his desire. But more than that, it’s solidified something within him—a need to protect and keep you close. It’s a need that, strangely enough, mirrors Heeseung’s own, despite their differences.

Neither of them speaks; there’s no need for words right now. They’ll figure it out in the morning, they tell themselves. What this means for all of them, how they’ll navigate this new and tangled web of emotions and desire—it’s a problem for another day. The only certainty they share in this moment is that you’ve become something irreplaceable, something neither of them is willing to let go of.

But there’s one unspoken agreement that hangs heavily between them: 

Sunghoon can never find out. 

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