Brought The Heat Back. (the Masterlist)

brought the heat back. (the masterlist)

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status. on-going. pairings. omegaverse!au ot7 x reader warning. contains omegaverse!au, heat, rutting, extreme jealousy, obsession, emotional intensity, explicit sexual content, slow-burn, explores themes of power dynamics, omega submission, alpha dominance, scenting, manipulation, unprotected sex, knotting, creampies, and non-consensual elements. reader discretion is strongly advised. mdni. note. (will not write smut with niki yet because he is still a minor, most i'll do for him is suggestive content because i plan to make this a long running series, niki will be sure to get the spotlight. just not as much as his hyungs tho. for now.) plot. in a world where instincts rule, you're an omega thrust into the role of housemother for enhypen—a group of seven alphas. what was meant to be a simple assignment turns into a delicate dance of control and desire, as you struggle to maintain your composure while the alphas slowly break down your walls. every interaction is laced with tension, every glance a spark, building up to moments that almost cross the line. a story of power, temptation, and the fine line between duty and desire, leaving you—and the alphas—wondering how much longer you can resist.

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7 DICKS [Enhypen]

Synopsis: In which you rate your first time and the Dicks of your ex-boyfriends on Twitter, you wonder if they will see these tweets. Who cares!? Right!? It's all fun till they see those tweets but till one of them reaches out to you and asks you out again!!!

Genre : suggestive,smau, curse words mentioned, one shot

♯┆Mind Break .ᐟ ★ L.HS

⌜Synopsis⌟ You didn't know when or how it started , you were a kind soul , you had your own circle of friends , so why were you being picked on? High school was literal hell for you , it was so bad that you had dropped out in your last year — you couldn't handle it anymore. Years later , the past torture you had experienced was affecting you in your adult years , you needed a therapist who'd help you. Luckily , you didn't had to wait for too long , someone was able to take you in almost immediately — it was almost as if he was waiting for you. ⌜Contains⌟ Dark fic, (MDNI), Therapist!Hee, recap of the bullying (contains sensitive themes such as : sexual harassment , physical attacks), past bullying/ trauma talk, Yandere!Hee, manipulation, very mentally unstable reader, obsessive behavior , toxic themes, smut (contains ; implied corruption kink, big dick Heeseung, biting, Dom!Heeseung, fingering, virgintiyloss) , love bombing, abuse of power, mentions of suicide/ implied suicide attempt, topics such as (; Depression , anxiety , mental breakdown ), Heeseung is very fucked in the head and a creep ⌜Wordcount⌟ 9k ⌜Vampies Note⌟ Reminder that this is all fiction and not a true representation of the member! Read at your own risk as it does contain sensitive topics, I'm not responsible for what you consume on the internet. Please only fuck with this FICTION wise , if you happen to get into a situation like that irl run , please run for the love of god. Again , this is all fiction. I do not want to see comments about how fucked up I made Heeseung. You're reading this at your own risk. Feedback and reblogs are appreciated 💗

"My name is Lee Heeseung , I'll be your therapist for now and take you under my wing"

Ah.. why did this all come to this point?

"It's nice to meet you Mr.Lee"

"Oh please, let's get comfortable. Just call me Heeseung. So , when did it all start?"

Right... it all started in High school.

If someone asked you back then during high school how you liked it , you'd say you loved it. You had your own little circle of friends , got average to good grades, never ran into any trouble and were just a good student overall. Well , that was until everything stopped and a new era started, as if a dark shadow consumed you and dragged you down to the pits of hell. It all started with a variety of students picking on you — at first , it were silly compliments or words , at least that's how you viewed them until it dawned down on you that they were mocking you. They were mocking you and your appearance— "pretty little bow you have there in your hair, it makes you look soo innocent" , "oh what a nice color you painted your nails", "maybe if I'd wear my skirt as short as you did ,I'd also get good grades".

It didn't affect you back then , you'd just brush it off and keep to your friends. That's when the rumors started — "no wonder you get good grades , you're sleeping with the teachers!", "Oh , don't deny it. We saw you fixing your skirt when you left the teacher's room", rumors started going around that you were allegedly sleeping around with a teacher. The same Teacher got fired after a couple weeks but not because of you , he was in fact sleeping with female students , but not with you. You should've been happy that he got fired , but it sent a complete backlash towards you. Everyone believed the rumors that you were sleeping with the teacher , that you were the reason he got fired — but why you? You didn't do anything , what about the female students that actually slept with him? Why weren't they getting any backlash although they were the ones who seduced and slept with him for better grades?

Your friends started to distance themselves from you as the rumors kept piling up — "(Y/n) is a slut! She sleeps with teachers to get better grades!", "On your way to blow another teacher? Why don't you blow me instead?", "I bet you enjoy sucking cock , why don't you drop out of school and be a hooker?". You were slut shamed over rumors that weren't even true , but you were relieved that it was only verbal, key word were. It didn't take long for it to turn physical.

Girls were ganging up on you in the schools bathroom or locker rooms, they'd pull on your hair and kick you until you were curled up and sobbing on the floor. They'd grab your face and smear it across the mirror to ruin your make up whenever you decided to make yourself look pretty. "Even make up wouldn't help a face like yours". They'd snap pictures of your crying face and leave the bathroom while giggling amongst each other. Boys would dump water over you and say things like "Let's see what color of a bra you're wearing today", before snapping pictures of your soaked body — the white uniform shirt getting see through due to the water. They'd sit behind you and write things on the back of your uniform , such as : " 5 bucks and I'll suck your cock!" "I'm a sexy whore" "I like to get fucked anal".

Something that was once a place where you'd be happy to see your friends and spend your lunchbreaks with , turned into a place you'd wish to avoid. It all stopped when you didn't come to school anymore , having reached your breaking point and found yourself standing by a bridge , ready to jump any moment but a wrinkly hand stopped you. It was a sweet little grandma who hastily tried to stop you , what was such a sweet old lady doing here during the night? That was all you could ask yourself as you let her pull your weak body down from the railings. Maybe she was the Angel you've been asking for so long? You just wanted help , you just wanted to get out and work on yourself but you didn't had the support you need — with no friends and your parents living far away , you had no one , you were alone and all by yourself. It was as if heaven sent her to find you , to pull you out of that dark hole that had consumed you. She took you in and treated you as if you were her own daughter , she helped you drop out of school and did everything in her power to help build you back up.

But what were her motives? Simple : She lost her own daughter. Her daughter took her own life because of how deeply depressed she was , she couldn't handle it anymore. The old lady regretted not checking up on her as often , she regretted not being able to save her. The night she found you was the same date her daughter died , she came to the city to visit the graveyard her daughter was buried in during night time. She regretted not being able to save her own daughter , but she could save someone else's life.

Heeseung hummed to himself as he wrote every important detail down on the piece of paper clipped to his clipboard , his pen tapping against it as he finished writing — his glasses hanging low on he bridge of his nose until he pushed the frame up , his eyes shifting to look at you with a sympathetic look. "Must've been a very hard time for you , I'm happy to hear that your guardian saved you. How do you feel when you think back to High school? Any good memory or any particular memory that stuck with you until now?", you thought about his question , staying quiet as you pondered while looking down at your lap. You couldn't remember anything , it was as if there was a black hole in your head, a black hole that consumed every single memory you had starting when you entered the stage of puberty until now. The only memories you remembered where after high school , but there were some memory fragments that you could still remember from High school.

"Not really... more like fragments of memories , just single pieces but no complete memory", you mumbled as you kept your head hung low. You could hear the way his ballpoint pen danced across the piece of paper as he noted that down before his cushion seat made a small squeaking sound. "Don't keep your pretty head hung so low , I'm here to help you and get better. We'll start with looking at others while talking", he held his clipboard underneath your chin , tilting your chin up so he could see your face. His dark bangs fell over his eyes as he looked down to you with a encouraging smile. "That's it , you have such a pretty face. You don't need to hide it", with that , he removed his clipboard from under your chin and walked over to one of the medical cabinets, opening the glass door and reaching to grab the sphygmomanometer. You couldn't help but feel flattered by his words , no guy has ever complimented you but...wasn't this ... unprofessional?

"We're going to check your blood pressure now, roll your sleeves up for me", He sat back down next to you ,putting on some gloves before disinfecting the device while you rolled the sleeve of your pullover up to your shoulder. "Good girl", he smiled , wrapping the cuff around your upper arm and tightening it before pumping it with air , his hand squeezing the rubber bulb, his eyes focused on the manometer to make sure he doesn't pump it too full. Once again , you questioned if him calling you a good girl was unprofessional but even if it was — you weren't complaining , his praise and compliments made you feel a bit better about yourself. Once he checked your blood pressure , he removed the cuff and rolled your sleeve down for your , his touch lingering on your wrist before he got up to put the sphygmomanometer back in place.

"Your blood pressure is fine and seems to be alright. Now , let's get really started. I want to know how you used to be and how you are now. Do you still have the same interests , what are your thoughts when you think about the future, would you like to continue your academics , how do you feel when you're outside alone and all that. Take your time with answering ,our session will last for one and a half hour", with that , he sat back down on his armrest chair and put his sand hourglass upside down. Future ? You hated thinking about your future , back then , you loved it — you had already pictured working your dream job, have a family and live in a big house , maybe a family dog or cat but now..? You only saw black. Every singly future dream you had having been discarded , you didn't think you'd live for so long — with that in mind , you stopped thinking about your future.

You wouldn't be able to get your dream job considering you dropped out of high school and didn't get a diploma. Even if you would have graduated and gotten one — with how much your grades dropped , you wouldn't have been able to attend the college you wanted to go to. Your future was just complete darkness for you, there was nothing you could see , like a void in your head.

"I don't ... have any view regarding my future. I used to enjoy hanging out with my friends but... I don't have any now. I used to really like going outside and just take a walk but I also don't do that anymore. My interests.... they did change , yes. I mostly just spend my time with grandma. We live in the village so I help her with her gardening or other chores she has. I love spending time with her..", his eyes kept looking at you before he nodded and noted everything down again , a small sigh coming from him when he took note of how you looked back down on your lap. "Eyes up here pretty girl, that's it , such a good obedient girl", he smiled in satisfaction as you followed his soft demand , why does he keep praising you so much..?

"How about your academics? It says that you have dropped out in your last year of High school ,that means that you don't have a diploma and that you didn't graduate. Listen , you don't need to be ashamed. It's understandable why you have dropped out and you did it to keep yourself save. You were being such a strong girl for holding on for so long , you can and should be proud of yourself", his words spread a comforting warmth across your chest , his words were like a warm hug to your heart — were you finally being understood by someone that wasn't your sweet old guardian?

"I would like to continue my academics but ... isn't it too late for that now? Besides... I don't think that I'm ready for it yet", Heeseung shook his head upon hearing your words , placing his clipboard down on his lap before he pushed his glasses up.

"Don't think like that , it's never too late. You can take all the time you'll need until you feel like you're ready to continue your academics. There are multiple options for you to continue your academics. There are specific schools for people who don't have a diploma for a variety of reasons , you're not alone but it's something you can only accomplish because you really want to . I'll help you with it. (Y/n) , I'm not only your therapist to help you with your issues but you can see me as a social companion. I took you under my wing to help you with your issues and to help you with getting back on track. You can always call me or text me when you need help. When you're having a break down , you can call me and we can make a emergency therapy session. When you need help , I'm only a text or call away", you nodded a little with a small smile , he was so kind to you.

He was genuinely trying to help you , not like other therapists you had test sessions with — they only cared about getting their money , not about you or your issues. But Heeseung ... he was so different, as if he knew how you felt.

The session continued until the sand hourglass had run out. "Alright , so we'll have our therapy session once or twice a week, whatever works better for you. If it only works once a week or if you don't feel the need for two sessions a week , we'll have our therapy session every Tuesday at the same time as today. If it works twice a week for you , it'll be on every Tuesday and Thursday. You can always cancel the therapy sessions if you have an appointment on the days or if you're sick , just inform me at least a day prior. This is my business card , my number and email address is on it . Like I said , if you need a emergency session , call me immediately. If you need to cancel a session , text or call me at least one day prior the session", the two of you got up as he lead you to the door , stopping in front of it with his one hand on the door handle while the other held out a small card towards you — you took it and put it into your wallet with a small nod.

He gave you a small smile and opened the door for you, his other hand resting on the small of your back as he guided you out. "I'll see you next time then, don't be too hard on yourself".

Ring...

Ring...

"Hello?", the line finally picked up after what seemed like forever — yet you didn't say anything. "Hello..? (Y/n)..?", the voice called out again , his voice gruff and husky — how were you supposed to explain to him why you had called him at 2am in the morning..? You chewed your bottom lip nervously to fight back the little sobs that were threatening to come out, you felt helpless. Everything was okay until your past bullies had found your socials and were sending messages with attached images of the house you lived in together with your "Grandma", they have found you again after years — it felt as if your memories were coming back just to haunt you, oh how you wished that you hadn't looked at your phone after waking up in the middle of the night. You wanted to say something but you could only let out a shaky breath as you tried to calm yourself down , you could hear his bedsheets rustling on the other line as he presumably sat up.

"(Y/n)? Are you crying? Come on , be a good girl and take some nice deep breathes for me , okay?", his voice was dripping with honey as he spoke softly to you , guiding and easing you into calming yourself down — well , as calm as you could be. "H-Heeseung they—", your voice cracked a little as you tried to speak , hearing the way he let a small hum out. "Yes? They? Who are 'they' and what is with them? Tell me , sweetheart", Heeseung encouraged while he reached for a bottle of water so his voice wouldn't sound so rough anymore. You let out another shaky breath. "They found me Heeseung... t-they know where I am and have m-messaged me on my socials. My p-past bullies", you swallowed your spit before you continued to talk. "I-I don't know what to do , I'm scared that they'll d-do something again..", your voice was shaking , your eyes focused on peeking out of your window as the feeling of paranoia creeped over you — what if they were still there? What if they were outside of your house right this moment even if it was so late already?

"I'd offer an emergency session but... the building is currently under construction", Heeseung sighed softly before a couple seconds of silence followed. "Listen Sweetheart , you don't have to do this , I'm offering this to you as your therapist. Normally , I wouldn't do that but I don't trust you being all on your own right now. How about I pick you up and we'll have said emergency session at my house , how does that sound sweetheart?", you paused as you heard his words , needing a second to register what he said. Was this even allowed? Wouldn't that put him in risk of losing his job if anyone found out? Is that even professional...? Well.. he does have to help you , doesn't he?

"Isn't that ... unprofessional..?", he let out a strained chuckle at your question. "Well , yes it would be but I'd rather put my job at risk than have anything happen to you sweetheart. Do you trust me?", did you trust him...? Of course you did , all he's been doing was helping you , earning your trust and making you feel wanted and validated.

"Yes Heeseung... I do", you couldn't see the way his lips curled up in a smirk , satisfied with the reply he got. "Good girl... I'll keep you safe. Be a sweetheart and pack a bag for me, m'okay? Considering that they have found your current location , anything could happen to you, we wouldn't want that , right? Pack enough essentials and clothes that would last days", his words confused you , why would you need to pack a bag? "I'm not going to do anything against your will , this is for your safety. Now that everyone has grown up, they could do far worse than they did in high school. This is going to be a special treatment , a more intense treatment. You'll stay with me until it's safe for you again", you contemplated as you heard him continue to speak. Was this even right? But , even if it wasn't , he just wanted to help you, right?

"Okay... I'll pack my bag", his smirk only grew on his face , this is exactly what he wanted. "Good girl , I'll be there in 20 minutes. Take your time , I can wait in the car. No need to rush", with that , he hung up. Was this really happening? Would you really live with your therapist now? But... you felt save with that option. He was always so caring in each session the two of you had and with how paranoid you were about your bullies , you weren't able to even think twice about it. But what about your grandma? You'd just send her a text in the morning to notify her that you were given a more controlled and special treatment without giving out any details, this was putting his job on the line after all.

Time flew as you packed a medium sized bag with your clothes and essentials , looking up from your things as you heard a car parking in front of your house — Heeseung was here. You couldn't help but feel a wave of relief wash over you, he was like your knight in shining armor .... well , more like , guy in baggy clothes sitting in his bmw — still your knight regardless, oh what would you be without him. Luckily , he didn't need to wait for too long — you were quick with packing your bag up

"You've been crying a lot , haven't you? It's okay , I'm here now , I'll keep you safe", Heeseung reassured as you opened the passenger door and sat down on the passenger seat , a mix of shame and embarrassment washing over your face as you looked down at your lap. You felt ashamed that you were so scared that he decided to take you in for your own safety , ashamed that you had woken him up in the middle of the night just because you needed him , embarrassed that this was really happening and embarrassed that you weren't able to handle it alone.

"Oh don't have that expression on your face", his hand came into your view as he placed it on your knee , giving it a gentle rub. "I told you that you can rely on me , you can trust me. I'm your therapist after all", he assured before he removed his hand from your knee , moving it up to your chin before lifting your head up — his thumb gently gliding against your skin. "You look so pretty when you cry... a shame that those tears are for them. The only tears you should cry should be out of happiness", with that , he handed you a tissue and moved his hand to the gear , shifting out of parking and shifting into the right gear before he drove off.

The ride was silent , but it wasn't an uncomfortable silence. The further you got away from your house , the more at ease you felt. He had the music turned on a low volume , the songs in his playlist serving as a background noise — you couldn't help but sing along in your head as the song "we belong together" by Ritchie Valens played , enjoying the way Heeseung was humming quietly as well.

You wondered how in the world he managed to get to you in just 20 minutes , maybe he just drove fast? It took the two of you 40 minutes to reach his house — you felt a little surprised upon seeing where he lived. He didn't leave in the city or anywhere with a lot of people, he lived near a forest. Maybe he just didn't like the city? Maybe he liked to keep to himself. "Surprised?", Heeseung asked as he stood next to you , his hand reaching for the handles of your bag — his fingers brushing against yours , sending a jolt of electricity through your fingers.

"I— Well , I didn't think you'd live so far away from the city and more hidden from the public..", you mumbled as you looked at his house — it was big and modern looking , it probably just got build months ago. "What can I say? I like to keep private. The city is too busy for me , plus , the house I live in used to be my grandparents house. I got it re built since it had many issues due to how old it was ,so why not just make it a modern looking one?", he chuckled under his breath while he closed his car before motioning his head for you to follow him as he headed towards the front door. You looked around for another second before following him.

The house didn't only look modern from the outside , but from the inside as well. The smell of new house was still lingering , but it wasn't very strong. "I'm sorry for the smell , it's been months but the smell hasn't gotten out for some reason. The amount of room scents I have bought to cover the smell is ridiculous", Heeseung huffed a little while he took his shoes off , waiting for you to do the same before he lead you upstairs. "You can stay in this room for the meantime , I hope it has everything you need in case you forgot... any essentials", he seemed almost shy and embarrassed as he said that while he placed your bag down in the room.

The room looked ...weirdly prepared. It was very feminine looking , not too much but enough to show that it was intended to be a room for a girl. It was medium sized with a connected bathroom. "I already changed the bedsheets for you so you don't need to do that. This used to be my sisters bedroom in case she visited that it's a guest room now. If you need anything , my room is right opposite of yours. Make yourself at home", so that used to be his sister's room? Well , that explains it then. "Alright.. okay", you nodded your head while you still looked around the room for a little before he spoke up. "Are you hungry? Maybe eating something warm will make you fall asleep easier sweetheart. How about that , you'll unpack and get settled in. Maybe even take a nice little shower and I'll make us something, how does that sound Princess?", his generosity made you feel better , he was so kind to you. A warm feeling was spreading through your chest once again.

"That sounds nice ... Thank you Heeseung", you looked up to him and gave him a soft smile , a smile of his own spreading on his face — too bad that you missed the way something was hiding behind his smile. "Anything for you sweetheart. Oh and before I forget it , do not go into the basement. The stairs are unstable and I wouldn't want you to get hurt. And it's more of my personal office , I keep documents of other patients in there so you can't go into it due to privacy reasons", he informed you before he walked out of the room and closed the door behind him to let you get settled in.

You hummed to yourself as you once again gave the room a complete look over before you started to unpack your things , realizing what he meant with "forgetting any essentials" upon entering the bathroom — he really was caring. He stocked one of the drawers up with feminine products in case you'd get or have your period during your stay , a comforting warmth spreading through your body again before you set your clothes down on the sink counter and started to undress, ready to take a nice shower.

A proud smirk was on his face as he walked downstairs to the kitchen while humming to himself — he finally got you were he wanted you to be , in his trap. You fell into his trap and he would do anything to make his plan work , his plan? To make you his — a plan he has been working on for years and he would do anything to make it work.

It's as if it was yesterday when it all started , when he started to fall for you back in High school . Oh if only you had noticed him , it wouldn't have to be this way then. He fell in love with you the moment he saw you in school, a memory he held so dearly. You were behind the school , feeding a pregnant stray cat that would always linger around the school — hoping to dive into the dumpster and get something edible whenever the cafeteria threw the leftovers away. He started to grow obsessed and would stalk you everyday , following your shadows and observing you. He knew your routine , he knew your friends , he knew where you lived , he knew all your socials, he even found the company your parents worked at in a different country — he knew everything about you in only the span of a week.

He tried everything to get your attention , yet he has never been noticed.

His obsession and feelings for you only grew the more time had passed , he needed to have you , he needed to have you all to himself. You were easy to manipulate , so vulnerable and easy to break and mold — that was when his plan was put into action. It all started with him spreading rumors on anonymous accounts to the popular students with attached images that would support the rumors , knowing they would spread like a wild fire once the popular students would get their hands on them. But that wasn't enough , you were mentally too strong to let it get to you. That's when the bullying started. He'd anonymously pay a variety of students to bully you, specifically the bullies from your school. They didn't need an actual reason to bully anyone , they just did it for fun — but given the rumors spread about you , it made it all too easy for them to bully you.

He knew he finally succeeded the first step of his plan when you dropped out of school — that's when he found out that you were taken in by a old lady. That may have been a little obstacle in his plan , but it worked out for him. Now the next step was set into action. What was his next step? He studied hard in school and in college to get to the point where he was now , to be your therapist. He moved away from where he originally lived to be closer to you , he brought the old house of his grandparents back to life and designed one of the rooms to be your room.

It wasn't his sister's room , he didn't even have one nor did the room serve as a guest room , this was a room specifically designed for you. He knew he was going to have you at some point , he just knew it. His stalking never stopped , you just never noticed him. He knew every single step you took and once he heard that you needed therapy , he jumped at the opportunity. Without your knowledge, he had talked to your grandma and slipped her his business card while he was in disguise — everything was going according to plan.

He had to control his facial expression when he heard your voice on the other line , explaining that your grandma recommended him to you and if he was available for a new patient. Of course he was , every single patient he had beforehand was given to another therapist so he could always be there for you and you only. He was a dedicated man.

The fact that the bullies came back worked in his favor and for once , he didn't had anything to do with it. They found you on your own. There was so thing such as special treatment, it was a lie. This was just for him to have you to himself. He completely manipulated you and was working in molding you , which was working. You were so vulnerable , so broken and so insecure with such a negative mindset — it was almost too easy for him.

He was going to make you his , no matter what. You were already so dependent of him , you were already trusting him so much — it will be so easy to continue with his plan.

Heeseung could only smile successfully as he started to prep the meal , he just needed to make you fall for him now , but unbeknownst to him — you already were.

"It tastes really good! I didn't know you were such a good cook", you complimented his cooking as all the different flavors melted on your tongue — it may be a simple dish but anything home cooked tasted good. He could only chuckle from next to you as his eyes shifted to glance at you , watching the way you eating so happily. God did you look so cute. "You're such a messy girl", he took note of the sauce that was on the corner of your lips , shaking his head a little whenever you missed the spot with your tongue before he reached his hand out — his thumb swiping along the corner of your lips to removed the sauce before he licked it off of his thumb. Heat immediately rushed to your cheeks as he held eye contact with you as he licked it away, his gaze was so intense , almost piercing through you.

You could only curl your lips up in a tight lipped smile , feeling a little embarrassed and flustered from what just happened as you continued to eat. Heeseung leaned back into his chair with his arms crossed over his chest as he studied , moving one of his hands to your damp hair. "Let's dry your hair after you have finished eating Sweetheart, we wouldn't want you to catch a cold now ,do we?", he mumbled softly as he rubbed strands of hair between his fingers , his eyes shifting from your hair to your eyes — there was something in his eyes that you couldn't read. "Yeah , we don't want that..", you repeated his words softly whilst nodding to yourself. He could only smile in return , a smile of satisfaction.

Once you were done eating , you cleaned the dishes despite Heeseung saying that he could do it himself — you were basically living at his house for free now for that special treatment , this was the least you could do. "You're being such a good girl...", Heeseung praised as you sat down between his legs on the ground while he sat on the couch , having insisted that he would blow dry your hair. "How..?", you asked in return as you heard heard him plugging the blow dryer in. "You're listening well to me , you're so obedient for me. You even cleaned the dishes even though I said you wouldn't need to do it , you're so well behaved..", he mumbled as he placed his hands on your shoulders , giving them a gentle yet firm squeeze before he pulled you closer to him.

Your eyes closed as he turned the blow dryer on and gently brushed through your hair as he blew the warm air onto your damp hair , it all felt so soothing to you. Having someone taking care of you like that , being so gentle and kind to you , helping you with your tasks — it all made you feel so loved. You were in denial when you realized that you were starting to catch feelings for him — maybe you just felt that way because he was so caring to you? You tried to suppress your feelings for him, knowing that it could put his job at risk but he was already doing so by bringing you to his house to take proper care of you.

You felt so at ease , so comfortable with him — you trusted him with your life. The feeling of his fingers gently running through your hair combined with the warm air coming from the blow dryer was making you sleepy , your head lulling to the side until it leaned against his leg right next to your head. He only smiled to himself as he noticed that before he turned the blow dryer off once your hair was dry , shaking your shoulder gently. "Come on, let's get you to bed sweet girl", you could only let out a sleepy hum as you slowly got up from the ground , rubbing your eyes that were threatening to close any moment before they shot open in surprise — his arms were circled around you as he swooped you up in his arms.

"It's okay , I got you", with that , he made his way upstairs to the room you were staying in. He gently kicked the door open with his foot and laid you down on the bed , making sure you were laying comfortable before tucking you in — but as he was about to leave , your hand held onto the sleeve of his sweater. "Thank you ...Heeseung", he only smiled at your sleepy words and patted your head gently. "Don't mention it. Sleep well , sweetheart", with that , he lifted your hand up to his lips and pressed a soft kiss on the back of your hand before taking his leave , quietly closing the door behind him.

You were sleeping peacefully for once , blissfully unaware of what he was doing.

The lights were dim in the basement , the only bright source of light being his computer. The basement had a corkboard on the wall — a corkboard full with pictures he had taking of you over the years with red hearts drawn on them. There were no patient documents in the basement , there were only pictures of you. There was a shrine of trinkets he has collected from you that he had stolen — keychains , earrings , pieces of paper you drew on during lessons, pictures of you and your friends. The faces of your friends were scratched out and covered with a cut out picture of his own face. The basement was dedicated to you.

He covered his mouth with the back of his hand as he stared at the screen of his computer , watching the recorded footage of you showering. Oh how unknowing you were of the cameras he had put up around his house — he already planned everything out for your stay here. He should feel bad , any normal person would , but he wasn't normal. He was sick in the head , there was no denying that , he found pleasure in watching you shower.

His right hand was furiously stroking his leaking cock as his eyes were focused on the way your hands were caressing your naked body , your hands soaping up your pretty tits — the sight had him biting back a loud moan. He was already so close , so fucking close. He felt as if he was going to put any moment — and he did once your pretty pussy came into his view. Ropes of cum came spurting out of the slit of his cock , landing on his hand and on the surface of his desk. Oh how he wished he could just fill your pretty pussy up , make you pregnant and stay with him together forever — he was going to get there at some point , he was sure of it , but he wouldn't do anything without your consent. Sure , he was fucked up for everything he did , but he was still a gentleman somewhere. He just made you do everything on your own , he never once forced anything on you — this was all on your own will.

How did it come to this? You don't remember anymore. One second , you were crying in your sleep and apparently screaming , waking up to Heeseung's worried face as he shook you awake — and the next second , his lips were on yours.

It's already been over a week since you've stayed with him and you couldn't live any better than that. He took care of you, helped you whenever you had a mental breakdown, fed you , bought things for you whenever you needed something because he didn't think it was safe for you to go out yet. This was the special treatment after all, a more intense one that had you isolated in his house. But you didn't feel isolated at all. You were allowed to move around freely inside the house ,except for the basement , you were allowed to go outside as long as you stayed on his property — that being the pretty garden you had. Sure , some people may feel isolated but you didn't , this was pure heaven for you.

You didn't had to communicate with strangers, you didn't had to challenge yourself to go outside and buy things, you didn't had to worry about your bullies finding you again — you felt safe and free , he took care of everything for you.

Just like now , he was taking care of you. "Do you want me to distract you?", you nodded your head at his question as you could only let out a quiet sniffle , leaning into his touch as he caressed your cheek. "Words , sweetheart , give me words", the mattress of your bed dipped as he sat down on the edge of the bed. "Yes Heeseung... please distract me ..", oh he was so close to what he wanted, so so close. "Alright , I'll take care of you sweetheart , I got you. If I do anything you don't like , tell me and I'll stop", what did he mean with that?

His thumb gently wiped your tears away. "Can I kiss you?", at this point , you didn't even care if this was crossing the line of him being your therapist — you wanted it. You fell asleep at night thinking about kissing him , but you never did because he was your therapist after all. You didn't care anymore, you wanted him , you wanted him to kiss you , to distract you and take your pain away. "Yes please... please kiss me Heeseung", your words made his heart explode with excitement , he was getting so close to his goal and he knew by now that you had fallen for him. Everything that was going to happen now was because you wanted it — sure , he may have manipulated your mind but everything was working out for him, not only for him but for you as well.

He moved himself to hover above you , his arms resting on each side of your head before he slowly leaned in — he was going to savor this moment , the moment he was going to claim you as his. His nose brushed against yours as he just took the sight he had in — your teary eyes looking up to him so so innocently before they closed as his lips barely brushed against yours , your eyelashes resting on the apple of your cheeks, waiting for him to finally kiss you. His lips were soft against yours as he finally pressed them against yours , guiding your lips in a soft kiss. He knew that you have never kissed somebody , even if you did , he would just kiss you so hard that you won't even remember and erase any trace of them even if it was years ago.

A tingling feeling spread through your lips as his touched yours , your fingers holding onto your blanket as you didn't know what to do with your hands. Should you touch him? Where should you place your hands? So you just opted to holding onto your blanket. His kiss was slow and gently with a hint of possessiveness — his lips chasing yours whenever you pulled away for a quick breather.

He was taking such good care of you.

His right hand was moving to cup your face , tilting your head to the side to deepen the kiss as he poked his tongue out — the wet tip of his tongue tapping against your bottom lip, his blood pumping as you let out a soft sigh and parted your lips. God you tasted so sweet , must be the sweet tea he had given you to calm you down a bit. His grip on your face got a bit firmer as his tongue explored your mouth , tasting every single inch while his tongue glided against yours. Your fingers gripped your blanket tighter before you released your grip , your touch burning his skin as your hands glided along his back up to his nape. He couldn't stop the shaky breath he let out.

He broke the kiss and pulled away , pecking your lips as your lips chased his before he sat up — a thin string of saliva snapping off your lips. "Can I touch you? Take your mind away and make you think f other things?", his breathing was a bit ragged as he spoke , clearly worked up from the kiss. The fact that he was getting so worked up from just kissing you set a burning heat free inside your body , making you feel weird in the pit of your stomach.

"Yes, please — Touch me Heeseung", oh how he dreamed about hearing those words. "Yeah? Where can I touch you sweetheart?", he asked as he pulled the blanket to the side , the cool hair against your hot skin making you shiver a little. "Can I touch you here..? and here...? Where do you want me to touch you..?", he dragged his finger from your chest down to your stomach before moving his hands to grab onto your hips as he got himself comfortable between your legs.

You wanted him , you wanted and needed him so badly but you were too shy to say specifically where you wanted him to touch you. "Everywhere..."

"Everywhere? Even here..?", Heeseung mumbled , his voice a bit more rough as he lifted his right hand up and tapped against your clothed cunt with his finger — making you squirm underneath him. "Yes... please but Heeseung...", your mumbled words made him perk up , resting his hand back on your hip as he waited for you to continue speaking.

"I've never...", your voice trailed off as embarrassment washed over you , your eyes looking away from him — but he understood what you meant and it made all his blood rush down to his cock. "Never touched yourself..? Never got touched..?", Heeseung asked , a hint of hidden possessiveness laced in his voice. He knew that you have never touched yourself , at least not like that.

He can still remember the day he saw you humping your pillow while he was peaking through your window months ago , desperately trying to get off as you rubbed your clothed little pussy against the pillow.

You just nodded your head upon hearing his words, your face burning uncomfortable hot. "That's okay sweetheart , I'll show you what pleasure feels like if you want that?", you mumbled out a soft little yes as a reply. "Let's get you out of your clothes , you're starting to overheat. I can feel how hot your body is through your shirt", he grabbed your hips more firmly as he pulled you up in a sitting position. "Can.. Can we keep the lights off?", that was okay with him — he already memorized how your naked body looked.

"Of course we can", with that , he slowly started to undress you — but even with the lights off , you couldn't help but feel shy. Every touch or caress of his fingers on your bare skin left a lingering hot touch to it , every single soft rub of his thumb against your slowly hardening nipples had you letting out quiet little noises. Nobody has ever touched you like that. He made you feel secure , you trusted him.

"I got you baby , you're being such a good girl for me", his lips left burning kisses on your neck to distract you from his thick finger prodding at your weeping hole — god you were so fucking wet for him and he couldn't wait to bury his cock deep inside you. You were already so tight around just one single finger , a second finger being added to properly stretch you out. Again , he may be fucked up but he himself wouldn't want to cause any pain or discomfort for you. Which is ironic considering he was behind everything that happened to you , but you didn't need to know that.

"Are you close sweetheart? You clinging onto my fingers , just let go. I got you", he whispered into your ear before pressing a soft kiss against the shell of it , his thumb extending to rub tight , gentle circles against your clit. God how fucking tight you got when you came around his fingers , he sure as hell wasn't going to last once he had his cock inside you. He could cum just from thinking about how tightly your pussy would be gripping onto his cock. He could feel every single clench of your tight walls around his fingers as you came , your walls spasming.

"Heeseung please... I need more, I want you inside me", he had to bite back a groan at your words , you were already being so drunk and greedy for pleasure. "Are you sure..?", he asked , the feeling of possessiveness just growing bigger inside him as you whined out a yes. "Okay , let me get some things first..", he moved himself away from you as he got up from the bed to go to his bedroom , his hand pressing down against his cock as he had to hold it down with how hard it was.

He came back with a condom and a bottle of lube , better to be safe than sorry and especially since it was your first time — he didn't want to hurt you but he was sure to get you drunk off his cock and shape your pussy into the shape of it. He took his hoodie off along with his sweatpants and boxer shorts , grabbing your hand to guide it to his cock. He wanted to get you familiar with his cock and to make you aware of what was going to impale you. As your hand came into contact with his cock , it twitched and he groaned quietly as your hand curiously ran along the length of it and — my god , was he big.

"I'm asking you again , are you sure you want this?", Heeseung asked just to confirm your consent once again. "Y-Yes , please . Heeseung, I want it , I want you", his cock was already leaking before but it was leaking even more when he heard how much you wanted him — your voice so desperate and filled with need.

He made quick work with rolling the condom onto his cock , he didn't want to leave his darling waiting when she was clearly needing him so badly.

He lubed his cock up and spread some of the lube on your quivering hole , your body shuddering underneath him as the cold liquid came into contact with your burning heat. The bulbous head of his cock was pressing against your entrance as he positioned himself before he leaned down to you , his lips pulling yours in a heated kiss to distract you from any pain you may feel. Your hands came flying to his hair as he slowly pushed himself past your tight entrance , you felt as if you were getting split open by his cock — he was big , way too big for you to handle but that was something he'd work on later.

He only pushed a bit over half of his cock inside you , feeling the way your body trembled as he gave you some time to adjust before slowly thrusting his cock inside you. God did you feel good , so fucking good , better than in his dreams or any fleshlight he used, imagining that it was you. He really wasn't able to last long , this may be the quickest he ever came in his life — his thumb rubbing circles against your clit to get you to cum before him , holding back his own release.

A loud moan left your lips as he suddenly bit down on your shoulder , a shockwave of pain running through your body before it got replaced by pleasure as you pussy clenched around his cock — his hips chasing his own release before they stilled as he emptied himself in the condom , pressing his cock deeper inside you.

"Are you okay?", Heeseung asked as he carried you to his bed after having finished cleaning you up. You were worn out and exhausted , yet you have never felt better in your life. He always took such good care of you. "Yes... thank you", you let out a quiet yawn as he laid you down on his bed and dressed you in one of his shirts before laying down next to you.

You scooted closer to him , putting your head on his chest as the feeling of fatigue washed over you. "Heeseung...I love you... thank you", with that , said feeling fatigue pulled you into the land of dreams.

He did it , he finally did it. He got you , he got you exactly where he wanted , with him. All his hard work was finally being paid off. He was going to make you his forever now. His plan really worked , the plan he had been working on for years and he was never going to let go of you now. Never.

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PAIRING: football captain ! lee heeseung x tennis player ! afab reader. GENRE: fluff + smut, friends to lovers. SYNOPSIS: being friends with heeseung was hard, especially when you couldn't help but want to get fucked by him. but the plan turned into something else when you accidentally made him jealous. WARNINGS: smut, nsfw, mdni, friends to lovers, unprotected sex (please don't), kisses, contains cuss words, sexual content, fingering, boob play, dirty talk, pinning, marking, public setting, bondage, blind fold, hand cuffs, physical punishment, food play, rough, jealousy, possessiveness, lmk if I missed anything. WORD COUNT: 5.1k. (a/n: help— I just had this random idea and knew that I needed to make it asap. so here it is, I hope it's not too boring <3)

Being friends with Heeseung was hard. Not because you were envious of the girls who constantly fawned over him, but because your desire for him had grown into something you couldn’t ignore. Every smile, every laugh, every touch lingered in your mind long after you’d left his side, haunting you with the fantasy of what it would be like to have more. To have him.

The thought had become an obsession, one you indulged whenever you found yourself alone in your room, the door locked and curtains drawn. Today was no different. You lay sprawled across your bed, legs parted and back arched, with your clothes discarded in a messy heap on the floor. A smutty book was held in one hand, its pages creased from how often you’d returned to the same scene—the one that always set your imagination ablaze.

"His knee placed itself between her legs as she grinded against it, ruining his pants." The words sent a shiver down your spine, every line feeding the vivid image in your mind, only it wasn’t some faceless character; it was Heeseung. It was always Heeseung.

Your free hand moved with practiced ease, fingers pumping in and out of your wet heat as you tried to mimic what you thought his touch would feel like. Your breath hitched, lips parted as you gasped softly, the dull sound of your slick movements filling the quiet room. You pressed your fingers deeper, arching into the sensation, desperate to chase the high that only thoughts of him could bring.

You imagined his strong hands on your hips, his knee pressing between your thighs, guiding you with that confident smirk you knew all too well. The idea of grinding against him, of feeling the hard muscle of his leg beneath you, made your core tighten, a rush of heat flooding your senses. You quickened your pace, fingers curling just right, as you let the fantasy consume you completely.

Your head fell back against the pillow, your moans growing louder, more desperate. You could almost hear Heeseung’s voice, low and teasing, urging you on, telling you how good you felt, how perfect you were for him. The thought of him seeing you like this, legs spread and completely undone by the mere idea of him, sent a jolt of pleasure through you.

You bit your lip, trying to stifle the sounds escaping your throat as your hips bucked against your hand, the tension building rapidly. The book slipped from your grasp, forgotten as your need overtook you. You closed your eyes, surrendering to the fantasy fully—Heeseung’s weight above you, his breath hot against your neck, the rough drag of his knee between your thighs, and the deep, aching pressure of him finally inside you.

Your climax hit you suddenly, your whole body tensing as you cried out, your fingers working frantically to prolong the blissful wave of pleasure. The image of Heeseung burned brightly behind your eyelids, his name almost slipping from your lips in the throes of your release. As the intensity slowly ebbed, you collapsed back onto the bed, chest heaving and skin flushed, still haunted by the lingering sensation of what it would be like to have him for real.

You lay there, the room heavy with the scent of your arousal, heart still racing as the reality of your solitary pleasure settled in. Being friends with Heeseung was hard, but wanting him like this, with every fiber of your being, was so much harder.

“All the best for the match,” Heeseung said, his voice smooth and confident as he flashed you a smile that made your heart stutter. His dark eyes sparkled with a warmth that always seemed to melt your resolve, and for a moment, you found yourself lost in the depths of his gaze. Heeseung was effortlessly charismatic, his presence commanding the space around him, and you couldn’t help but get caught up in his orbit every time.

“Hmm…” was all you managed to mutter in response, your voice barely above a whisper. You tried to play it cool, but the way your breath hitched gave you away. Heeseung didn’t seem to notice, though—or if he did, he didn’t let on. He just gave you a playful wink before jogging off towards the football field, the muscles in his legs flexing with every stride, his figure quickly swallowed by the throng of players warming up.

You tore your gaze away, feeling the heat creep up your neck. You had your own match to worry about, and lingering thoughts of Heeseung wouldn’t help your focus. With a resigned sigh, you made your way to the locker room. The hallway was quiet, the distant echoes of sneakers squeaking on polished floors and the faint shouts from the football field filtering through.

Inside the locker room, you changed into your tennis outfit—short white pleated skirt, a fitted top, and mini shorts underneath to maintain your modesty. As you slipped on your wristbands and tied your hair back into a neat ponytail, you took a moment to steady your breathing.

Your fingers brushed the smooth fabric of your skirt, and you couldn’t help but feel a flicker of confidence. The outfit was both functional and flattering, hugging your form in all the right places, and it gave you a sense of poise as you prepared to step onto the court.

You walked out into the bright afternoon light, your tennis racket in hand, and approached the court where your match was set to take place. The air was electric, a blend of anticipation and the faint scent of freshly cut grass.

Spectators lined the perimeter, their eyes following every move with rapt attention. The rhythmic thud of tennis balls against rackets echoed, mingling with the occasional cheer or gasp from the audience. You could feel the pressure of their gazes, the silent judgment of each swing, each step.

As the match began, you moved fluidly across the court, your feet light and quick on the asphalt. Each time the ball soared toward you, you met it with a sharp, confident strike, the satisfying crack of your racket cutting through the air. Your skirt fluttered with each pivot and jump, but your mini shorts kept you secure, shielding you from the scrutiny of wandering eyes.

The game demanded all of your focus; your senses were attuned to the rhythm of the ball, the strategic placement of your opponent, and the calculated timing of each hit.

Despite the concentration required, your mind kept drifting back to Heeseung. You couldn’t help but wonder if he was watching, even from afar. Was he thinking about you the way you were about him? The tension between you two had been palpable lately—small, lingering touches, the way his eyes would darken when they settled on you for too long, and the subtle, unspoken pull that drew you closer every time.

The sun bore down on you, beads of sweat trickling down your temples, but you powered through each rally, refusing to let fatigue show. The crowd's murmurs grew louder with every successful shot you made, your confidence swelling with each point won. As you neared the end of the match, you saw a familiar figure out of the corner of your eye—Heeseung, standing just outside the crowd, his arms crossed and his gaze fixed intently on you.

He was dressed in his football uniform, his hair slightly damp from practice, and the way his jersey clung to his frame made your pulse quicken. Heeseung’s expression was unreadable, a mix of concentration and something else, something deeper that made your skin tingle. You felt a surge of adrenaline, the heat of his gaze adding fuel to your movements.

With one final, decisive swing, you sent the ball flying past your opponent, sealing your victory. A round of applause erupted, but all you could focus on was Heeseung. He uncrossed his arms, clapping slowly, a small, proud smile tugging at the corners of his lips. As you made your way off the court, you could feel the flush in your cheeks, partly from exertion but mostly from the thrill of knowing he had been watching.

Heeseung met you at the edge of the court, his eyes gleaming with a mix of admiration and something else—something that made your stomach flutter. He stood close, closer than usual, the faint scent of sweat and grass clinging to him, and you could feel the tension crackling between you like static.

“You were amazing out there,” he said, his voice low and warm, carrying that same electric charge. He reached out, tucking a stray strand of hair behind your ear, his fingers brushing your skin in a way that sent shivers down your spine. “Really. You kicked ass.”

“Thanks,” you replied, your voice trembling slightly under his intense gaze. His hand lingered near your face, and for a moment, you thought he might pull you closer. Your breath caught as his thumb brushed against your cheek, lingering just a second too long, his touch soft yet charged with unspoken intent. The way he looked at you, as if he was fighting the urge to lean in and close the distance, made your heart pound in your chest.

“What’s on your mind?” he asked, his voice husky, his eyes searching yours as if he already knew the answer.

“Just… thinking,” you murmured, unable to meet his gaze directly. You were painfully aware of how close he was, the heat radiating off his body, the way his presence seemed to engulf you entirely. Your fingers tightened around your racket, a flimsy attempt to anchor yourself against the overwhelming urge to lean into him, to let the magnetic pull between you finally snap into place.

“About what?” Heeseung pressed, his voice dropping lower, his breath fanning across your cheek. His proximity was intoxicating, every nerve in your body alight with the promise of what could be.

“About… us,” you confessed, barely audible, but Heeseung heard you. His expression softened, his gaze flickering between your eyes and your lips, as if weighing the gravity of your words.

Heeseung’s hand slid to the back of your neck, his thumb tracing light circles that sent sparks skittering down your spine. He leaned in, his forehead resting against yours, the space between you charged with a simmering tension that begged to be broken.

“I’ve been thinking about us, too,” he whispered, his lips just a breath away from yours, the air thick with unspoken desire. The world around you blurred, the noise of the crowd fading into a distant hum as the two of you stood there, caught in the precipice of something more.

As you stand in the dimly lit boy's changing room, the mirror in front of you reflects the surreal scene unfolding. You didn't know how it happened or when it happened but right now, Heeseung, your best friend, has you pinned against the lockers, your legs wrapped around his waist as he holds you up.

His fingers, long and thick, are buried deep inside you, eliciting gasps and moans from your lips. The smell of sweat and testosterone fills the air, mingling with the scent of your arousal. Heeseung grunts softly, his breath hot against your neck. "You're so tight," he growls. "Like a vice around my fingers." His hips buck against you, his hard length rubbing against your thighs through his football shorts.

You bury your face in his neck, your fingers clutching at his broad shoulders. "Feels so good," you pant. "More, Heeseung. I want more." Your words spur him on, and he adds a third finger, stretching you wide.

Heeseung starts to pump his fingers in and out of you, his thrusts deep and relentless. The sound of his fingers slamming against your pussy echoes through the changing room, mixing with your cries of pleasure. Your legs tremble around him, your toes curling as he hits that sweet spot inside you.

Heeseung's voice is low and commanding. "You like that, baby? You like me stretching out your little hole?" His dirty talk sends shivers down your spine. You nod, unable to speak, and bite down on his shoulder to muffle your moans.

With a grunt he pulls down his shorts along with his boxers, Heeseung lifts you higher and aligns the thick head of his erection with your slick opening. He pauses, his dark eyes locked onto yours in the mirror's reflection. "Ready for me, love?"

He slowly pushes into you once you nod eagerly, the stretch sending a rush of pleasure through your body. You throw your head back, letting out a loud moan as he fills you completely. His cock throbs inside you, the sensation making you quiver.

Heeseung grips your hips tightly, his fingers digging into the flesh. "Look at us," he growls, nodding at the mirror. You look up, your eyes meeting his intense gaze in the reflection. He begins to thrust into you, slowly at first, then harder and faster. As Heeseung fucks you, the sound of your slapping skin and heavy breathing fills the changing room. Your breasts sway with each thrust, your nipples hardening into tight peaks inside your sports bra.

He reaches up to unhook your bra, throw it away and caress your breasts, his fingers brushing against your rigid nipples. You mewl at the sensation, your body tensing as pleasure courses through you. Heeseung's grip on your hips tightens as his pace quickens. "Touch yourself," he demands. "Play with your pretty little pearl while I pound into you."

You obey, reaching down to rub your clit in tight circles. The combination of Heeseung's thick cock and your own fingers sends you hurtling towards an intense orgasm. Your legs shake, your walls clenching around his dick as you scream in ecstasy. "AH! AH! AH!"

Heeseung's face contorts with pleasure as your inner muscles milk his flesh. He lets out a low growl, his voice hoarse as he rasps, "You're going to make me come, baby. Keep squeezing me like that." His words egg you on, and you tighten your legs around him, pulling him deeper with each thrust. He buries his face in your neck, his teeth sinking into your skin as he reaches his peak. He grunts loudly, his hips jerking as he spills into you.

As he finishes, you feel his hot cum filling your pussy, the sensation pushing you over the edge into another intense orgasm. You scream his name, your body shaking violently as wave after wave of pleasure crashes over you. "HEESEUNG! HEESEUNG!"

Heeseung catches his breath as he slowly pulls out, a smug grin on his face. He watches as his cum drips down your inner thighs, leaving you feeling deliciously dirty and satisfied. "Damn."

The entire week had passed in an agonizingly slow blur, and the tension between you and Heeseung was almost unbearable. After finally crossing that line with your best friend—exploring the boundaries of friendship in ways you’d only ever fantasized about—he seemed to vanish from your life entirely.

He didn’t call, didn’t text, and somehow always seemed busy or just plain uninterested whenever you crossed paths. It was driving you crazy. Did he regret it? Did he not enjoy it? Was he simply avoiding the awkwardness? A dozen scenarios ran through your mind, each more unsettling than the last.

Tonight, you were at a party hosted by a mutual friend, a buzzing, crowded house filled with laughter, loud music, and the faint scent of spilled beer. You found yourself in a conversation with Jay, whose playful grin and easygoing charm had always put you at ease. He had an arm casually slung over your shoulder, his presence comforting yet strangely thrilling, as he ruffled your hair in that friendly, older brother kind of way. “You’ve been working out, huh? Your muscles are so big, Jay,” you commented, giving his bicep a squeeze.

You didn’t notice the way Heeseung’s eyes narrowed from across the room, his jaw set in a hard line as he watched the interaction. Jay chuckled, leaning in just a little closer, his breath warm against your ear. “Sweetheart, I’ve got something else even bigger,” Jay teased, a smirk playing on his lips.

Your cheeks flushed a deep crimson, caught off guard by the sudden flirtation, and you quickly turned your gaze away, hiding your embarrassment behind a shy smile.Heeseung’s grip on his drink tightened, his knuckles whitening. Every laugh you shared with Jay felt like a deliberate jab, every touch like a betrayal. He tried to play it cool, leaning against the wall with a casual air, but his eyes told a different story—one of jealousy, frustration, and a growing sense of possessiveness that he couldn’t quite control.

By the time the party ended, Heeseung was practically seething. He watched as you politely waved goodbye to Jay, who winked at you before heading off with a carefree swagger. You didn’t see the way Heeseung’s gaze followed Jay, almost daring him to look back, but it didn’t matter—Jay was oblivious, and you were already heading toward Heeseung’s car.

The drive was tense, the silence between you thick and suffocating. Heeseung’s grip on the steering wheel was firm, his knuckles still pale. His eyes remained fixed on the road, but the stiffness in his posture screamed of pent-up anger and something more—a wounded pride, perhaps, or the sting of seeing you so easily entertained by someone else.

“So, you like Jay or what?” Heeseung finally spoke, his voice laced with a bitter edge that you didn’t immediately catch. You turned to face him, brow furrowing slightly at the question.“I mean, he’s good,” you replied honestly, oblivious to the storm brewing beside you. “He’s nice. And he’s a gentleman.”

Heeseung let out a humorless laugh, shaking his head as he tightened his grip on the wheel. “Gentleman? That guy was undressing you with his eyes the entire night.”

You shrugged, not really sure where this was coming from. “Not that I mind.”

Heeseung’s jaw clenched, a muscle ticking just beneath the skin as he fought to keep his composure. “You don’t mind?” His tone was sharp now, the undercurrent of jealousy unmistakable.

“Hm,” you murmured, looking out the window, trying to ignore the tension between you. It felt suffocating, and for a moment, you wondered if maybe you had pushed too far. But then again, Heeseung had been ignoring you first.

Heeseung exhaled harshly through his nose, the car suddenly feeling too small, too cramped. “You’ll regret that answer,” he muttered, more to himself than to you. You glanced over at him, catching the flicker of something dark and possessive in his eyes—a promise of payback, of making you realize just how much he wanted you to be his, and only his.

He pulled the car abruptly into an empty parking lot, the tires screeching slightly as he parked with more force than necessary. Before you could question what was happening, he was out of the car, rounding the front with long, determined strides. He yanked open your door, the sudden rush of cool night air sending a shiver down your spine.

“What are you doing?” you asked, startled as Heeseung pulled you out, his grip firm yet careful, his eyes blazing with something you hadn’t seen before.

“Showing you exactly why you don’t need Jay,” Heeseung replied, his voice low, almost a growl, as he backed you up against the side of the car. His hands found your waist, fingers digging in just enough to send a spark of anticipation racing through your veins. He leaned in, his breath hot against your ear as he whispered, “I’m the only one you should be thinking about.”

Before you could respond, his lips were on yours—demanding, urgent, and filled with all the frustration and desire that had been building up between you. His hands roamed freely, tugging at your clothes with an impatience that spoke of his need to claim you, to remind you that he was the one who knew you best, who could make you feel this way.

There, against the cold metal of the car, you felt the full force of Heeseung’s jealousy and longing, the heat of his touch igniting every nerve in your body. He kissed you like he was trying to prove a point, his mouth hot and insistent against yours, each kiss a reminder that no one else could ever compare.

As his hands slid under your shirt, his touch leaving a trail of fire in its wake, you realized that Heeseung had no intention of letting you forget what you shared. He wasn’t just your best friend anymore—he was the one who had seen you, wanted you, and wasn’t afraid to fight for you. And in that moment, you knew that whatever this was between you, it was far from over.

Heeseung watched you squirm with a mixture of frustration and desire. He had wanted to punish you, to make you feel a fraction of the hurt he'd felt when he saw you with Jay. He paced around the room, his jaw clenched, hands balled into fists.

He paused by the dresser, running his fingers over the cold metal handcuffs. A dark thought crossed his mind, and he picked them up, along with a silk blindfold. He approached the bed, his steps heavy with intent.

He gently lifted your head, securing the blindfold over your eyes before turning his attention to the handcuffs. He fastened one to your wrist, the cold metal biting into your skin. He then attached the other end to the headboard, leaving you helpless and trapped.

You whimpered softly, your heart racing with fear and anticipation. Heeseung's breath was hot against your ear as he leaned in to speak. “You're going to stay like this until I'm done punishing you,” he whispered, his voice low and menacing. “And I'm just getting started.”

He dragged his fingers down your arms, your sides, your thighs, igniting goosebumps on your skin. He paused at your knees, lifting one leg and placing it on his shoulder. You felt exposed, vulnerable, as he ran his hands up your inner thigh, his touch maddeningly light.

Heeseung continued his merciless punishment, his hands and objects unknown to you, working in tandem to break you down emotionally and physically. The blindfold and handcuffs left you at his mercy, unable to escape or even anticipate his next move.

First, it was the ice. He trailed cubes up your thighs, over your belly, and between your breasts. You hissed at the cold touch, writhing on the bed. He chuckled darkly, “Cold, baby?” Without warning, he pressed an ice cube against your warm, wet center. You gasped, the sensation intense and overwhelming. You heard the clinking of ice against a glass, and then his voice, “You're so hot, and I'm making you cold. How does that feel, hmm?”

He held the ice cube against your pussy for what felt like an eternity, the cold seeping into your core. Tears pricked at the corners of your eyes as the pain and discomfort mounted. Every now and then, he'd press the ice cube against your clit, making you scream into the blindfold.

“Please, Heeseung, I can't take it anymore!” you pleaded, your voice shaking with tears. “Shut up,” he replied coldly, pressing the ice cube against your sensitive clit once more. ”You're not allowed to speak until I say so.”

You bit your lip to keep from crying out, your body tensing as he continued the torturous punishment. He ran the ice-cold cube up and down your folds, sometimes slowly, sometimes quickly, never giving you what you truly wanted. “Heeseung, please...”

Heeseung silenced you with a sharp tap on your inner thigh. “I thought I told you to shut up,” he growled. “Now, you've earned yourself a little extra punishment. Open your mouth.” You hesitantly parted your lips, and he slid the ice cube into your mouth.

Heeseung watched as the ice melted against your tongue, a cold tear trickling down your cheek. “Now, I'm going to fuck you with this vibrator,” he announced, pulling a sleek black toy from his pocket. Heeseung's words sent a shiver down your spine, the unknown heightening your senses. You felt the cool silicone toy press against your entrance, and you clenched your teeth around the melting ice cube in your mouth. He slowly pushed the toy inside you, inch by inch, stretching you deliciously.

"Now, let's see how long you can keep quiet,” Heeseung taunted, turning the toy to a low hum. Your breath hitched as the vibrations washed over you. He leaned close, his breath warm against your ear. “Remember, no speaking, no making a sound, no matter what.”

Heeseung's eyes glinted with determination. “This is going to be a long punishment.” He circled the vibrator around your clit, making you squirm in his grasp. Then he began to thrust it in and out of you, gradually increasing the speed. Your mouth was still stuffed with the melting ice cube, and you desperately tried to stifle your cries as the toy battered against your g-spot. Heeseung added the ice cube to the mix, pressing it against your asshole while the vibrator continued its merciless assault on your pussy.

Sweat beaded on your brow as you bit down on the ice to muffle your whimpers. The cold and heat mixed within you, overwhelming your senses. Heeseung intensified the torture by slapping your thighs and breasts, leaving reddened marks on your skin. Your hands were cuffed above your head, leaving you helpless and at his mercy. You begged and pleaded, desperate to touch him, to feel his cock against your lips, but Heeseung remained firm. “Not until you learn to keep quiet,” he hissed, the vibrator still buzzing furiously inside you.

With each unfulfilled thrust, your resolve crumbled. You let out a muffled cry, your body bucking against the handcuffs and the cold sheets. Heeseung paused, his face hard. “Looks like someone needs more training.” Heeseung pulled the vibrator out of you, leaving a shivering and needy mess. His fingers traced your thighs, up to your hips, to your breasts, and finally to your jaw. He squeezed it gently before whispering, “Beg me again.”

You were already panting and desperate, but you mustered your strength and whispered, “Please, let me touch you. Please, I need you inside me.” Heeseung smirked and slowly lowered his head between your thighs. Heeseung's tongue traced circles around your clit, driving you to the brink of madness. You arched off the bed, straining against the handcuffs as he increased his tempo. Your cries became moans, then sobs as the pleasure became almost unbearable.

Just as you were about to shatter, Heeseung stopped. He rose from the bed, leaving you breathless and unfulfilled. “Not yet,” he said coolly, and walked out of the room. You heard the distant jingling of keys and the hum of the refrigerator. Moments later, he returned, carrying a tub of ice cream and a spoon. “Since you can't keep quiet, maybe some cold dessert will help,“ he taunted. He sat beside you and slowly fed you spoonfuls of the cold, sweet ice cream, ignoring your frustrated whimpers.

Heeseung scooped another spoonful and held it above your mouth. As you opened to accept it, he gently pressed the cold treat against your lips, then trailed it down your chin, across your chest, and between your breasts, coating your skin with the sticky sweetness.

He continued to spread the ice cream over your body, circling your breasts, pinching the hardened peaks, then dragging the cold, wet spoon down your quivering belly, and finally, parting your thighs to coat your swollen, throbbing folds.

He traced the edge of the spoon along your nether lips, leaving a cold, tingling sensation in its wake. You gasped, arching your back, moaning softly as he began to tease you using the ice cream as his tool. Heeseung's voice dripped with cold intent. “You wanted to touch him, did you not?” He slowly spread more ice cream over your feverish skin. “You called his muscles big? Well, now you'll learn the difference between boyish arms and a real man's physique.”

His touch grew harsher, his breathing heavier. “Every time you disobey, it'll be ice cream and cold showers. And you'll only get to touch me when I say so.” He lowered his head, his breath cooling the icy mess on your belly. “Understand?”

You nodded quickly, tears pricking at your eyes as he used the spoon to scoop up a generous helping of ice cream. He held it over your face, the cold droplets falling onto your cheeks and nose, before he pressed the spoon against your lips, forcing you to open wide and receive the punishment. As you lay there, blindfolded and handcuffed, you felt him lean closer. His breath tickled your ear as he whispered, “I'm going to teach you to appreciate what you have.” You heard the spoon clatter onto the table before his mouth was on yours.

He licked the ice cream from your lips, his tongue cold and demanding. He sucked on your tongue, his mouth moving to your cheek, his nose rubbing against your tears. He then moved down to your chin, licking the ice cream from your skin before moving to your neck, leaving a trail of cold kisses.

Heeseung gripped your thighs, his fingers digging into your flesh as he buried his face between your legs. He licked and sucked the ice cream from your folds, his tongue cold and unyielding. He nipped at your tender flesh, then soothed it with slow, languid strokes. He moved up to your chest, his mouth closing over a hardened nipple. He sucked the ice cream from your breast, his teeth scraping against your sensitive skin. He then moved to the other breast, giving it the same treatment before standing up and slapping your pussy with the cold, wet ice cream.

You hissed at the sudden cold and the sharp slap. He chuckled darkly. “Count,” he ordered, his voice cold. “And if you forget to, I'll start over.” He raised his hand, the cold, wet ice cream dripping from his fingers. “Ready?”

You nodded, bracing yourself. “One!” you cried out as the cold, sticky mess hit your core. He slowly dragged his fingers down, spreading the ice cream, then slapped your wet flesh again. “Two!” you moaned.

He continued the slow torture, his voice growing colder with each count. “Three... Four... Five...” Each slap was followed by the slow drag of his fingers, spreading the cold, melting ice cream. Your moans grew louder, your body tensing with each touch. “Six... Seven...”

His touch became gentler, his fingers slowly circling your entrance. “Eight... Nine...” He pushed two fingers inside you, the cold, wet sensation intensifying as he curled them upward. “Ten...” He leaned down, his warm breath on your ear.

He whispered, “Beg.” You whimpered, your hips bucking against his hand. ”Please... Please, Heeseung... I can't... I need to...” He silenced you with a hard kiss, his fingers moving faster inside you. “Beg properly,” he growled.

“Please, Heeseung... I'm going to... I'm going to explode... Please let me cum... Please, I need it so badly... I'll do anything... Just let me cum!” You begged, your voice breaking. Heeseung pulled his fingers out, leaving you aching and empty.

Heeseung smirked, his fingers still wet with your arousal. “What about Jay? You said he was big, didn't you?” He traced circles around your entrance with his cold fingers. “Are you thinking about him right now?”

You bit your lip, hesitating. Heeseung's touch became firmer, his voice harder. “Answer me. Is Jay on your mind as you lie here, handcuffed and begging for release?” He slowly pushed one cold, wet finger back inside you, then two, curling them upwards. “N-no...” you stammered, your breath hitching. “I'm not... I'm not thinking about him.” Heeseung's expression darkened. He added a third finger, his touch punishing. “Liar,” he hissed.

He pulled his fingers out, leaving you empty and aching once more. ”You want to think about Jay, don't you? You want to imagine his big, thick cock stretching your tight little pussy.” He leaned down, his lips brushing against your ear.

Heeseung's anger melted away, replaced by a softness he hated to admit. He gently stroked your clit, trying to coax you into an orgasm. “Please, just cum for me,” he whispered, his voice cracking. “I can't stand the thought of you thinking about him.” You whimpered, the intense pleasure Heeseung was wringing out of you. “I'm sorry...” you gasped, your hips bucking against his hand. “It's not... It's not like that... You know I only want you...”

Heeseung let out a shaky breath, his touch gentling. “Good...” he murmured, his fingers slowly circling your heat. “Just me... Say it.” You moaned, your head falling back. “Only you, Heeseung... Please, just you...”

“Only me...” Heeseung repeated, his voice barely above a whisper. He increased the pressure of his touch, watching as you writhed under him. Your cries of pleasure filled the room, drowning out any other thoughts or doubts.

You screamed as your orgasm crashed over you, your body shaking with the intensity of it. Heeseung watched, his heart pounding, before gently pulling you into his lap. He took your lip between his, kissing you softly as he held you close, his dominance gentling into a caring, protective embrace. You nuzzled into his neck, still catching your breath. Heeseung's hand was still in your hair, no longer holding you down but gently stroking through the strands. “Good girl, you're not thinking about Jay or anyone else again.”

Heeseung carefully unbuckled the blindfold, his touch gentle as he revealed your eyes to the dimly lit room. Then, he slowly unlocked the handcuffs, massaging your wrists tenderly. “Come here...” He pulled you into a tight hug, his voice soft.

You wrapped your arms around Heeseung's waist, burying your face in his chest. A moment of silence passed between the two of you, before he leaned down and whispered, “I've got you..”

“And you belong to me,” Heeseung murmured, his voice firm yet gentle. He tilted your chin up, his eyes locked onto yours. “No more talking to Jay, alright? You're mine, only mine...”

• september three — 08:56 pm

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die for me (sjy)

WARNINGS: SMUT so mdni, kisses, oral (m receiving), blowjob, throat fucking, face fucking, cum eating, everything is consensual, cursing, proofread but i'm sorry if there's mistakes! (Imk if i missed something pls!!)

@trizdoniki req: “can you please do reader sucking jake off for the first time? he’s so afraid to come inside her mouth but due the sensitivity he's too lost on the feeling and just give up trying to push her head back”

genre: smut

pairing: bf!jake x afab!reader

wc: 1.2k

The room was quiet except for the low hum of the TV in the background, casting a dim, flickering light across the bed. You and Jake had been spending the evening together, your bodies naturally tangled under the blankets, limbs comfortably intertwined. His arm rested lazily around your waist, fingers tracing soft patterns against your skin. There was something different tonight, though—a tension that had been slowly building between you, each touch lingering a little longer, each glance carrying something more.

Jake’s hand slid from your waist to your thigh, his touch gentle but charged. You shifted slightly, turning to face him, and caught the way his eyes darkened as he looked down at you. The playful teasing you both so often engaged in had slipped away, leaving behind a quiet intensity that made your heart race.

“Are you alright?” Jake asked softly, his voice low and slightly hoarse. His gaze searched your face, but there was a hesitance in his expression.

You nodded, your breath catching slightly as you smiled up at him. “Yeah, I’m fine.”

His hand on your thigh tightened slightly, and you could see the conflict in his eyes—the way his body seemed to want more, but his mind was holding back. “You sure? You’ve been quiet…” His tone was gentle, but there was an underlying tension in it, a question unspoken.

“I’m just… thinking,” you murmured, your fingers trailing down his chest, feeling the heat of his skin beneath his shirt. You could sense how hard he was trying to keep things calm, to hold back when every fiber of his being seemed to want to give in.

Jake’s breath hitched, his dark eyes never leaving yours. “About what?”

You bit your lip, feeling a surge of confidence as you let your hand wander lower, brushing the waistband of his jeans. “Maybe about how I want to take care of you tonight…”

Jake groaned softly, his head falling back against the pillow as his chest rose and fell more quickly. His hand gripped the sheets beside him, his knuckles turning white as he fought to keep himself composed. “Y/n, you don’t have to—”

You leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to his lips, silencing him before he could finish. “I want to,” you whispered, your voice firm, yet tender. “I want you to feel good.”

He let out a shaky breath, his hand coming up to cup your cheek, his thumb brushing over your skin. “Fuck, you’re gonna kill me,” he murmured, a low chuckle escaping him. The desire in his voice was palpable, thick and heavy as he spoke.

Without another word, you began kissing your way down his chest, your lips brushing over the hard lines of his body, feeling the way he trembled under your touch. His breath grew more ragged as you unbuttoned his jeans, slowly sliding them down his hips. His length was already straining against the fabric of his boxers, the heat radiating from him almost intoxicating.

“Y/n…” Jake’s voice was strained, filled with a mixture of desperation and restraint. “You don’t have to—”

“I know,” you interrupted, smiling softly as you looked up at him. “But I want to.”

With that, you freed him from his boxers, wrapping your hand around his length, feeling him twitch at your touch. The reaction was instant—his body tensed, a deep groan escaping his lips as he tried to keep himself composed. You kissed the tip of him softly before taking him into your mouth, your tongue swirling around the head as you started slow, teasing him.

“Fuck…” Jake’s voice was hoarse, his hand flying to your hair as his hips jerked slightly, his body betraying him. “Y/n, that feels—fuck.”

You took him deeper, moving at your own pace, and his groans grew louder, his fingers tightening in your hair. The way he was losing control only spurred you on, wanting to see just how far you could push him. You hollowed your cheeks, sliding him further into your mouth, and that was when Jake’s body took over.

Without warning, his hips bucked, thrusting him deeper into your throat. You gagged slightly at the sudden movement, your eyes watering, but you didn’t pull away. The sensation had caught him off guard too—his eyes flew open, panic flashing across his face as he quickly tried to pull you back.

“Shit! I’m so sorry—fuck, I didn’t mean to do that,” Jake gasped, his voice laced with panic as his hand gently tugged at your hair, trying to ease you back. “Are you okay?”

You met his worried gaze, your eyes watery from the gag, but you gave him a small nod, signaling you were fine. Instead of pulling away, you pushed him deeper again, taking him as far as you could. Jake’s breath caught in his throat, his body going rigid as he let out a deep, guttural moan.

“Y/n… fuck, you’re…” His voice trailed off as he struggled to form words, his body trembling beneath you.

Despite his earlier attempts to hold back, Jake was losing control. The sensitivity was overwhelming, and every touch, every movement seemed to push him closer to the edge. His hips jerked forward again, this time more involuntarily, as the pleasure overtook him.

“I can’t—shit, I’m gonna come,” Jake groaned, his voice ragged and desperate as he gripped the sheets with one hand and your hair with the other. “Fuck, I can’t stop—”

His whole body tensed, his thighs trembling as he teetered on the edge. And then, with a broken, guttural moan, Jake came hard, spilling into your mouth. His hips jerked uncontrollably, pushing him deeper as you swallowed around him, taking everything he had to give. You could feel the pulse of his release, the warmth flooding your mouth as he let out a series of strained, breathless curses.

“Fuck… fuck, Y/n…” Jake’s voice was barely audible, his body trembling as he came down from the high. His hand slid from your hair, fingers weakly gripping the sheets as he tried to catch his breath. “I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to—fuck.”

You wiped the corner of your mouth, crawling back up the bed to curl up beside him, resting your head on his chest. “You don’t have to apologize,” you whispered softly, pressing a gentle kiss to his skin. “I wanted it.”

Jake let out a breathless chuckle, his arm wrapping around you as he pulled you close, his fingers brushing through your hair. “I didn’t mean to come like that… I just—fuck, you felt so good.” His chest was still rising and falling rapidly as he struggled to regain control, his body still buzzing from the intensity of it all.

You smiled against his chest, your heart swelling with affection as you traced soft patterns on his skin. “I’ll take care of you anytime.”

Jake let out a soft sigh, his hand continuing to stroke your hair gently as he kissed the top of your head. “You’re amazing,” he muttered, his voice filled with a lazy, contented warmth. “But next time… I’m returning the favor.”

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hyung line requestttttt

Getting high with Sunghoon but he has an oral fixation — 🦔

u get me.

***

“Open up.”

Sunghoon’s deep, raw voice pulls you out of your thoughts. Your body feels heavy as you sit on the couch, almost as if you were a magnet drawn to a surface. He’s holding a joint between his fingers as you turn your head to look at him and his eyes focus on your mouth. You do as he says.

The joint between your lips feels natural. He lights the end until smoke is visible and watches the way you inhale while keeping eye contact. When your lungs breathe in the euphoric property, you avert your head to look at the ceiling and blow the smoke away from him.

“You get hotter every time.” That makes you laugh.

“Are you turned on watching me smoke, baby?”

Sunghoon nods and takes a small drag for himself and puts his palm on your thigh. “Makes me wanna fuck you.”

“O-Oh yeah?” The smoothness of his hand slides up and down slowly like he’s trying to hold himself back. His fingertips toy with the hem of his shirt on your chest and dips his fingers until they’ve disappeared just a little.

Sunghoon didn’t get high much before meeting you. It was more of a casual thing, maybe once in a blue moon if someone else offered and if he felt good enough to do it. There was partial curiosity in marijuana but Sunghoon panicked at the thought of trying it by himself.

Meeting you happened by chance at a party two months ago. It was mildly chilly as winter turned into spring when he stood next to you in Heeseung’s basement, leaning his back against a wall with your mixed friend groups standing in a circle.

Something about your quick whips tugged at his heartstrings. He laughed at your jokes and didn’t mind it when your shoulder bumped against his when you talked. It almost felt intimate in that way. You were two strangers who met each other an hour prior and there he was, looking at your lips every chance he got.

Sunghoon doesn’t quite know how he did it, but he managed to score your number by the end of the night. You called him cute and made his ears flush. When he confided in you about wanting to get high but being afraid to do so, you told Sunghoon to be with people who make him feel safe.

He grew infatuated with you and the way you encouraged him to be more outspoken if he wanted something. You were so cool in a way he wish he was but he chalks it up to the confidence you’ve built for yourself. So carefree and lighthearted, you took life’s challenges with stride and refused to let yourself get knocked down. It was inspiring to see you be unapologetic about yourself. There wasn’t anyone in the world who could push you down because you wouldn’t let them.

Two weeks into knowing you, the two of you hooked up for the first time in the backseat of his car after a night of banter and sexual tension. He pulled over the side of the road in the dead of night and beckoned you to the backseat. Too horny to think, he gave you one chance to pass on him before pulling his dick out of his pants.

There was little foreplay because of the angle and the sheer urgency since you were in public. But that wasn’t a problem because you became extreme aroused when Sunghoon started to manhandle you with the kind of confidence he’d never shown you before. He pulled your panties off of your body and spread your legs with his strength and watched you ooze out your arousal and pushed his dry tip against you.

He let it glide up and down with rushed hips until he was dipping the tip inside. He felt so good even with just this taste. Sunghoon moans and felt your pussy clench around him when he pulled out to put a condom on. He fucked you so hard the car shook with vigor until the two of you lay together well spent, and you had wondered how you could get him to be so forward with you again.

That moment began your friends-with-benefits arrangement with him. Somehow, as he got closer to you, Sunghoon felt enough with you to get truly high for the first time.

It was cute, the way he coughed the first time smoking a joint. You kissed his cheek and told him to take a small breath and hold it in longer than he thinks he needed to. He followed your instructions and you praised him for being so good at listening.

The two of you don’t go anywhere farther than grinding when you’re both inebriated. The thrill of it all is euphoric to Sunghoon no matter if it seems unconventional. You’ve talked about it—having sex while high is on a bucket list for the two of you—and agreed that if it felt right, why not try it?

So now you sit facing Sunghoon as you watch him expertly inhale a puff of smoke and push his lips against yours. It travels into your mouth and the proximity of his lips makes you shudder. Sunghoon keeps his hand on you and pries your legs open slowly.

“You’re so soft,” he whispers as he pecks your mouth. His plump lips feel like pillows. Sunghoon drags his fingers across the hem of your panties, tracing the fabric before sliding his fingers up and down your slit. “God, you’re so wet, too.”

His soft touch tingles in a way that travels to your toes. Sunghoon comes closer to lick your neck before pressing small kisses over it. The sensation is astounding. Every nerve in your body is alert and you’ve never felt more aroused in your entire life.

“I’m so lucky to get to fuck you,” he says against your neck. “I’ve never had anyone better.”

And, well, that’s true. You knew he had a girlfriend before you but when you both started to open up about sexual history and preferences, you learned that Sunghoon’s ex girlfriend didn’t quite meet him halfway.

His confession makes you clench but your words get stuck in your throat with his sudden confession. It turns you on more than you’d like to admit. Sunghoon pulls your panties off completely and kneels on the floor until his face hovers over you.

“Can I?”

Within a fraction of a second of you nodding, Sunghoon’s sticking his tongue out and licking a fat stripe up your core. It’s astonishing the way he maintains being anywhere between dominant and desperate when he’s high. It’s like his brain can’t choose how he wants to act and so his desires come out without abandon. His typically hesitant self is replaced by someone who isn’t afraid to show you how badly he wants you.

Sunghoon lets his spit drip down his tongue until your pussy’s wet enough to glisten. He licks it all up and pushes his tongue harder against you until he feels your toes pressing against his back as you arch yourself into his mouth.

You can tell he’s into it when he allows you to suffocate him. Sunghoon doesn’t resist much when your legs close around his head. In fact, you think he might enjoy being restricted like this because his tongue pushes into you like he’s trying to memorize what you feel like against his wet muscle. In and out does he move his mouth and every pass makes your legs feel like they’re about to fall apart.

He moans into you when he feels your fingers carding through his hair and tugging on the strands whenever he pushes his tongue into you harder. Sunghoon doesnt care that his mouth and chin have become sopping wet with your arousal and his spit. He welcomes the mess, even.

Sunghoon pulls his head back just a little to see the way you look down at him. The eye contact makes you clench and he chuckles straight into your pussy, which makes your toes curl and back arch even higher from the couch beneath you.

He looks like a sex god at this angle and you’re sure some divine power from above must’ve loved you enough to give you someone as handsome and as caring as Sunghoon. His hands are so gentle on your thighs, caressing your soft skin while his tongue licks your slit like you’re his favorite treat he’s trying to savor.

Sunghoon always brings you across the finish line and it’s something you appreciate about him. He moves his tongue with precision, even if patterns he draws feel random at best. In the time he’s gotten to know you intimately, you’ve been wondering if he’s learning about your body every time he sees you naked.

He coaxes you into an orgasm when you push your hands into his. Sunghoon immediately clasps his fingers in yours and eases the pressure on your core once your release hits his tongue. He laps it up like he hasn’t had a sip of water in days and cleans you up to the best of his ability. Sunghoon’s tongue feels so soft and gentle as you come down from your orgasm but the high from the marijuana is still a lingering presence, aiding in your euphoric come down.

The two of you look at each other like you know there’s an unspoken presence between the two of you. For now, Sunghoon smiles at you in the way he does when he’s trying to figure out a way to tell you he likes you without directly saying it.

You silence him with a kiss and hope he knows you like him too.

***

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