THIS IS SO CUTEEE IM DYING

THIS IS SO CUTEEE IM DYING

SKATER BOI (e-1610 miles x blk! reader)

— miles is a skater boy and u can’t tell me i’m wrong

— felt bad cause the beach fic was supposed to be up today, but instead y’all can have this

— alexa, play feels like summer by childish gambino

— ⚠️: fluff, gn black reader, miles + reader being cute, cursing

standing outside of your door, miles stood with his duffel bag over his right shoulder, and his board wedged between his right arm and torso. ever since you agreed to skate with him, even going as far as to buy your own board, he wanted to surprise you with a little date/gift he had prepared.

you opened your door to the sight of a bubbly presence and a big smile on miles face. "whatchu smiling for?" you questioned with a confused smile on your face.

"get ready, i’m taking you out. oh, and grab your board too," he stated quite matter of factly. before you could even open your mouth, he was already booking it towards the stairs to wait for you at the front of your building.

"damn… now I don’t gotta choice," you mumbled to yourself in the now empty hallway.

closing the door to your house, you changed into more appropriate clothing than the ones you had on now. that clothing consisted of a pair of baggy jeans and an even baggier t-shirt, as well as a beanie to keep your locs from flying into your face. grabbing your board along with the wallet you stuffed in your jeans, you were off downstairs to meet miles.

walking out of the building and on to the street, you turned to look at miles and asked, "so you gonna tell me what’s in the bag?"

rolling his eyes he told you that telling you what was in the bag would ruin the surprise, like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

miles had a tendency for surprising you with little things. it wasn’t like he was loaded, but he figured that the little things he gave you were much more personal and meaningful than any expensive gift he could have ever given you; like his art. small photos of you along with other drawings were plastered all over your wall, curtesy of your boyfriend.

after about fifteen minutes of walking, you reached the skate park. you were met with a bunch of brooklyn kids from around your neighborhood either smoking weed, hanging out and skating with their friends, or both simultaneously.

following miles to a set of stairs with a bunch of skid marks on the rail, he set down his bag and his board and motioned for you to hand him yours.

"c’mon it’s part of the surprise," he laughed as he shook his hand out asking for the skate board.

giving him the board, you watched as he set it down wheels facing up, and he opened the duffel bag he brought with him. "of course," you thought.

in the bag was a solar system of different spray paints and paint markers to choose from. you should have known that this would be something miles would do. "you wanna paint my board?"

"I mean, kinda?" he flipped his board so the wheels were facing up alongside with mine. what you didn’t expect was a clean slate. miles board wasn’t painted like it was before, no, this was an entirely new, clean skate board.

"I want to paint your board, while you paint mine," he stated looking up at you and smiling.

"you bought a clean board for me?" you said in a high pitch voice in disbelief.

"don’t flatter yourself now, if it turns out trash i’m goin' back to the old one," he joked. you knew he was joking— miles was in love with everything you made, it was all beautiful to him.

your knees bent down next to miles, squatting with him on the concrete. you grabbed his board and rolled your eyes at his previous statement.

grabbing the screw driver, miles removed the trucks on both of your boards in preparation of painting. once he was finished, you got to work with grabbing the board and going to the other end of the stairs. when he asked why you were "leaving him all lonely" you simply replied with, "you seeing my work of art would ruin the surprise, duh.”

you grabbed the few colors you wanted to use on the board and went back to your side of the stairs. getting to work with spray painting his entire board light green, an image flooded your mind on what you wanted to do with his board.

after thirty minutes (give or take) of working, miles glanced to your side and spoke loudly, "yo, you almost done over there?"

"uh nooo— wait are you already done??" you questioned in disbelief, seeing miles dust himself off and stand up.

"yeah, all I gotta do is shine it," he shrugged his shoulder back and stretched out his arms. you sighed in disbelief at how quickly he was able to finish his freestyle painting. you could practically hear him saying, "i’m just that good" with a goofy smug look in his face.

turning back to your- or his board, you were able to get it done about 10 minutes after miles had finished spraying a clear coat on your board.

adding some finishing touches, his board was finally done. you walked back over to miles with the board flesh behind your back, with the painted side facing away from miles view.

"you ready to see my masterpiece morales?"

"your masterpiece huh?" he questioned feigning an impressed look on his face.

"mmhm, i’m pretty sure I seen this in a renaissance painting before," you said with a nonchalant shrug. miles raised an eyebrow at you.

“sooo you copied a renaissance paining?”

"nah," you whispered, leaning in closer to miles to tell him your big secret. "them renaissance niggas copied me," you said proudly pointing to your chest.

miles rolled his eyes as he backed away from you. “shut the hell up and show me the board,” he laughed.

you huffed as you brought the board into his view from behind your back. it was spray painted light green as it’s base, and what decorated the shade was a large yellow sunflower with the word "MILES" painted dark green and growing out of the sunflower like a stem. surrounding the sun flower were doodles of even more multi colored flowers and hearts.

miles nose flared as he laughed through this nose. he couldn’t help the loving smile that creeped onto his lips as he walked closer to you and grabbed the board out of your hands. he placed a chaste kiss to you lips as he mumbled, "I love it baby, thank you."

you smiled as you wrapped your arms around his neck to pull him closer to you, placing kisses all over his face. you pulled back suddenly and asked, "hmm so where’s MY board morales?"

"don’t worry I gotchu," he said as he pulled away. he walked a couple steps backwards and grabbed the board showing you the absolute masterpiece he made with nothing but his hands and his amazing brain.

it was a horizontal painting of you facing a wall, and on that wall was a collection of graffiti you had painted across brooklyn with miles throughout the years you knew each other. it looked like water color art with the way all of the light colors dripped down together at the bottom of the board.

"okay… so maybe I am a little blown away," you admitted as you looked at the board shocked. turning your head to look at miles, you gently placed the board down on the ground and you ran up to miles with the biggest smile on your face.

you basically threw yourself at him as you buried your face into his neck, mumbling a small "thank you" and "I love you."

as he squeezed you back, he mumbled into your beanie with a smirk, “so am I the best boyfriend ever or what?”

— made this super quick

— bought a skateboard last summer and barely used it

— but TRUST, this year it will be in use

time for bed !

while i’m here I might as well spill my life.

WARNING: informal writing and babbling below. some shit might not make sense

so there’s this cute girl from my lit + humanities class thing. super cute and so incredibly smart that it’s sexy. I asked her out and we ate noodles in her dorm room. we fucked around a lil bit and we considered getting stick n pole tattoos lol. I actually have a stick n poke tattoo from my best friend in middle school (still friends til this day.)

at the time i’m posting this it’s 4/22 so 4/20 was 2 days ago. me and the girl I fucked took some edibles we got from a truck. I think i’m still a lil dazed even 2 days later. I think we fucked again lmao. before that me and some friends rolled up in some park deep in manhattan. 10/10 experience would do again.

I think imma ask that girl I was talking about to be my gf. I think that time we ate noodles on her dorm room floor really did it for me. when i’m with her I feel like a fucking cringy teenager but I am 20 so… i’m not that grown. feeling cringy is a feeling i’m trying to disassociate with. me having fun and doing what I want and making corny jokes isn’t smth I should feel so ashamed of. she makes me feel not so ashamed.

been reading some virginia woolf recently. she’s a pretty cool lesbian lol. uh idrk what else to say. so yeah.

later

Ugh Jake is such a whore

make you feel it.

PAIRING 𓍯 female reader x tinder date jay & jake

GENRE 𓍯 SMUT (MDNI)

WC 𓍯 10.3k

WRNG! everyone's been drinking, humping furniture, pussy drunk jake lol, jerking off, protected sex, you three fuck in the clothes you wear, cum eating

A/N! i am a firm believer in jake the pussy eater. and THIS has now beat my writing record…. please excuse any mistakes!

jake and jay weren’t incels by any means. they were pretty well known around campus by name and face, constantly being complimented in private, on tinder and through social media comments.

jake was more sexually promiscuous than jay, but they were both pretty chill within male standards these days. jay liked having women to himself, but jake loved the idea of sharing—especially sharing women with other women. but neither of the boys were the ones who set the tinder account up, sunghoon was.

“i just think it’ll be fun.” sunghoon says with a laugh, his canines sharp. they were sitting in jays car eating burgers and fries, jay in the driver, sunghoon passenger and jake in the back. this wasn’t jays car but actually heeseungs, a nice red mazda he got passed down to him from his older brother when he changed vehicles. 

heeseung had left the car briefly to go to ‘the bathroom’, but everyone in the car had the same understanding that he only left to call his ex-fling. sunghoon was practically the match-maker of the friend group, constantly trying to make things happen for his friends while he sat in a committed (enough) relationship of one year and eight months.

sunghoon had his own phone in hand, handling the tinder account for both jake and jay with his own number. he had planned to share the account with one of the boys eventually, but not before he set it up and matched them with a few people prior.

he put everything together for the account, including the bio, names, layout and photos. jake was secretly egging sunghoon on through the process, jay being the only voice of reason besides heeseung. heeseung personally loved the idea of threesomes, and he had hinted towards them with jake a few times, but he knew how jay was, so he supported him in arguing against it. 

“i’m sure most girls are gonna ignore you guys because threesomes are quite invasive, but whoever swipes has to want it bad.” sunghoon finishes with a hearty laugh, jay shoving him with his right hand. “you’re gross.” he replies with a soft laugh, jake lifting his right eyebrow briefly with a smile. “i’m not mad at it.” jake starts, shrugging lightly before pulling another handful of fries out of the bag by his left hip.

his right hand flips through his phone aimlessly, running through tiktoks on low volume. “i’m just not sure we have the same type.” he finishes, smiling at the way jay looks over his shoulder, past sunghoon. “what are you implying? i don’t have good taste?” jay asks with an accusatory tone, annoyance in his features.

“your cuisine is amazing, i just think you pick the most boring bitches alive.” jake comments, sunghoon throwing his head back in a laugh. jay slumped back in his chair at the comment with a shrug, jake sitting up to reach forward, lightly patting him on his right shoulder with a greasy left hand. “that’s why i’m picking for the both of you.” sunghoon comments, both men looking at him.

“i trust that i can pick girls you both would like because i like both your types.” sunghoon comments with a smile, jakes left hand falling back into his lap. “i know you like someone mature with strong education,” he points at jay with his left hand,

“and i know jake likes tits.” he finishes, his left thumb pointing behind him with a light laugh as he looks back at his screen, swiping right once. “and ass.” jake adds with a laugh, jay rolling his eyes as sunghoon turns back to look at him briefly. jay spits a mean “yall are lucky to not have std’s with these mindsets.” before heeseung suddenly shows up at the back left door of jays temporary driver seat. “i’m not convinced they don’t have any.” heeseung comments with a smile, the car interrupting into laughter—surprisingly from sunghoon and jake.

“but sorry for leaving, had to make a phone call.” “yea, we know.” sunghoon replies with an eye roll, heeseungs right hand balling up into a fist. sunghoon looks back briefly before cowering playfully, heeseung hitting him with a stiff armed punch. “i’m constantly being abused in this friend group.” sunghoon said through his fake winching, a laugh rolling out of everyone’s mouths again.

• • •

"no, pass!" your blonde roommate yelled at the tv screen mirroring your phone. you don’t spare a second glance swiping to the left as your roommates laughed at once. "he looks like he's into poop fetishes." she continued to comment as the screen refreshed to another boy, his hair long and shaggy. he had a scene kid aesthetic, something your shorter roommate to the right of you fawned at, the other roommate screaming for you to disrespectfully pass again.

you had recently moved into a new house with your roommates from last year, four of you in total. besides the small normal arguments the four of you would have at times, you got along very well.

you guys would sometimes meet up during the weekdays to have quality house meetings, usually consisting of setting up rules for the household, or informing the house of upcoming visitors. but sometimes the house would bring up the different boys and girls on and near campus, pushing the house to either start looking through instagram accounts, or on dating apps.

you and two of your roommates occupied the living room area as your other roommate stayed upstairs on a facetime call. you and your one blonde roomate were on the couch in the middle of the room, your other roommate on a little seat to the right of you as you all faced the television on the wall. you were all wearing varying casual outfits, all slowly waiting for summer to really kick in after finishing classes. you wore a baggy t-shirt with shorts, your roommate to the left in a crop top and booty shorts, roommate to the right in a hoodie and sweatpants.

“honestly, the guys on this app aren't too bad.” your roommate to the right commented, her large glasses falling down her low-bridged nose as she sat cross-legged. “i was expecting way worse.” she finished with a laugh, her deep brown hair cut into a short bob, eyes monolid. she uses her phone in her right to emphasise her speech, her lock screen flashing on and off. “that's what i’m saying!” your white blonde roommate to your left commented, her thick hair in a messy high bun as her right index pointed over you in agreeance. you silently agreed with both girls, a smile on your face before swiping left again without looking for too long.

“i’m still not that impressed.” you commented with a soft smile before your tallest, deep brown skinned roommate walked in from the left to the kitchen, hair covered in a bonnet. she was wearing her pyjamas, a small tank top and booty shorts, the outfit tight on her slim frame but matching your other roommate. her phone was in hand on call, all three of you lightly looking to the left to greet her. “hey ladies!” she commented with a smile, her invisalign giving her a small lisp.

you looked at the screen for a second to swipe left on another dud again, looking back at her without seeing the next swipe.

“brooo, who is that?!” her left arm points, the phone in her right nearly dropping at the shift in movement. everyone's heads jerk towards the television screen, voices screaming in shock. the blonde beside you nearly hurts herself as she jumps off the couch, snatching the phone out of your hands.

“no you have to say yes!” she screams, her right hand holding your phone in the air as her head whips towards you from the tv. your eyes peel from watching your phone in her hand to look, mouth open.

Jake Jay, 22

Yes theres two of us. No were not dating. Yes we both swiped on you. No were not catfishing. Just trynna have fun this summer. Jay is 22, im 22 in november 🥳

“no fucking way they’re real?!” you commented, your left hand reaching out for your phone. when your roommate doesn’t give the phone back in time, you practically snatch it, lightly apologising. “i’m sorry hon, but i need to see.” you commented as you all looked at the photos with open mouths. you watched your phone, the girls watching you swipe through the big screen.

the first photo was a selfie of both of them from slightly below, bangs in ones face. neither of them were smiling, the one on the right with longer hair in an overgrown haircut. his lips were pink and thick, a light pout on his face as his brown bangs curved lightly into his eyes. the left had a strong jaw with tanner skin, his features sharper. his hair was freshly cut and styled back—forehead showing.

“oh my god they’re so fine!” your newly joined roommate commented, everyone including you laughing. you swiped right in the middle of the screen to see more photos.

the second photo was both of them at a party, a south asian girl in the middle of them with two empty tequila bottles in her hands. she looked wasted beyond belief and so did they, a line of text from snapchat updating on who jake was, who jay was, and how her name was rosa. you hoped she wasn’t going to be an issue for you later, praying she was just a very casual party-goer and not someone’s ex. 

“okay so jake’s the one with the lips, and jay’s the one with the jawline. got it.” the blond comments as she reads the text, your bob haired roommate pointing to jay with a manicured left index finger. “i like him, he’s hot. is this a two for one?” she asks with expressive hands, her right hand dropping her phone into her lap as she uncrosses her legs.

“they want a threesome?!” your bonneted roommate comments with an exaggerated reaction, leaning over. her eyes are wide and so is her mouth, her right hand now at her side as she walks around the kitchen counter to step closer as you slid to the next slide. the next slide is of the two of them in the bathroom, a third in the shower.

one of them—jake—was sitting on the toilet with his pants on holding up two peace signs, jay sat on the floor with a large bowl between his legs with a pout. there's someone in the shower, leaning forward with his upper body. his face and upper body is in frame, dripping wet. his eyebrows are thick, features sharp. he’s just as handsome as the other two in the photo, faint dimples in his smiling face.

“fuck, i want him too!” you playfully yelled as the room erupts in shocked laughter, your blonde roommate clapping. “this is too good you have to say yes.” she commented with a smile, shaking her head in disbelief. “yea you gotta see what's up with those two. have to.” your deep brown roommate commented one last time as she squints lightly at the screen, moving to go back upstairs to her room. “any updates, yall better call me.” she comments before looking back one last time, her phone screen off as she runs upstairs, her footsteps heavy as she skips steps.

you swipe to the right with no hesitation, suddenly growing disappointed you didn’t look at them for longer. if you didn’t match with them, that might’ve been the last time you’d ever see them. 

“hopefull—” IT’S A MATCH!

“no fucking way!” your bob hair cut roommate screamed as she jumped out of her seat, the room erupting in noise once again. “what?! what happened?!” your third roommate yelled from upstairs, her voice muffed lightly. “she matched with jake and jay!’ your blonde friend commented playfully with a light laugh as she ran around the left side of the couch to yell up the stairs a few feet away.

“y/n better do it or i’m done with her!” she comments back playfully, her voice bouncing off the walls. you laugh at the comment, your face looking at the ‘send a message’ prompt at the bottom of your screen. “i can’t promise you anything!” you yelled from your spot on the couch.

you were a prune in the eyes of your roommates and friends, barely entertaining men past a hello and gentle conversation. you were so confident about not entertaining men that your parents thought you were waiting for the right moment to come out as a lesbian. you did like girls, but it wasn’t your only choice. you couldn’t lie though, the ‘we will always love and support you’ speech was funny to sit through.

you truly wanted to have more fun this summer, and this would probably be one of the first instances you’d actually be interested in doing something. “i’m just scared about doing things with two guys.” you commented out loud, the blonde stepping up from the couch to walk towards the kitchen.

“hopefully the dicks aren’t trash.” she commented as she looked through the top cabinets for some chips to eat. “check the far left cabinet by the fridge. theres some doritos there.” your other roommate commented to her searching, a thin smile on the blondes face at her keen eye as she turned around.

“thank you queen.” she comments with a laugh before reaching to the second shelf with a small jump.

"well i'm not messaging if there's two of them and one of me. if they want me, they gotta message me first." you defensively commented to the room, both your roommates agreeing in unison.

"fair." your blonde roommate commented, your smaller roommate watching as she walked around to sit back down at the couch, holding her left hand out.

“hopefully we see some other cute guys before i lose faith i’ll find someone myself.” she commented with a laugh, the blond just passing the bag over instead. 

• • •

Hi y/n! Its jake. I saw you swiped on us and i thought we should talk. How r u?

your mouth would’ve touched the floor if you were a cartoon character. your thumbs hovered over the keyboard, mind full yet so empty. they were cute, that was a given. you knew what their intentions were, so there was no use in acting confused or making small talk in your opinion, at least not on tinder.

hey cutie

i’m good, how r u!

you didn’t know if this would go over well, and the moment you sent both messages the shame settled in. what if they didn’t really like you that much? you were scared about putting yourself out too much, especially in front of pretty attractive men like them. they probably had both men and women alike fawning over them, why would you spread yourself thin?

Im so good, im so happy u swiped. Didnt think youd like us

‘didn’t think you’d like them? impossible.’ you couldn’t help but smile at the messages, shaking your head lightly in disbelief as you typed back, smirking.

bullshit. you know you’re sexy

its like word vomit. this wasn't like you at all, and you felt it in the way your stomach would drop every time you saw jake typing. you'd close the app completely just to open it up again the moment you heard that exciting small notification. why would he message you if he weren't interested? he was answering back so fast you could tell he didn't even close the app before typing again.

Haha yea

Not just for me tho. U think jays cute too right

he continues to spam you. it's weirdly charming to you; a smile on your face as you imagine the speed of his typing fingers.

I message for the both of us

We're a duo

'he responds so fast he's practically begging' you playfully commented in your head with a smile, your head tilting to the left as you thought up a response. you didn't want to sound desperate, but you did want him to know you were interested in anything they wanted to do—if that were their intentions.

yes you're both really attractive

at this point, you were getting excited. you played it off pretty well, but it would be a lie to say you didn’t care about the way jake texted back fast.

U promise?

Do you wanna meet up

Just so we can talk in person?

you started to think jake probably liked you more than jay did. maybe jake was the only one who would actually check the account, or even swipe on the different profiles. regardless you were okay with only jake entertaining you, maybe the account was shared just for efficiency.

sure. do u live near the uni? we could get food at the plaza

you usually didn’t plan to meet up with guys so soon, but you already had plans, and if they really wanted to connect with you, they’d make the effort to at least see you once before you went on an actual date.

Tell me the time and were there.

Can i have ur number?

it felt sudden. but it also made sense. tinder was truly only used to connect, pushing you to move elsewhere if you truly wanted to chat and meet up personally. you were grown, this wasn’t something new to you.

sure! i’ll send it in a separate text so its easy to copy and paste.

• • •

you had been sharing your location with your roommates for months at this point, so you didn't bother reminding them to either come for you or call the police if they didn't hear from you. they knew not to bother texting because you'd have your notifications off, so you gave them a time, ten o’clock pm.

you had everything of importance on you, your phone, a charger and wallet in a little bag you wore over the shoulder. you had already bought a few articles of clothing, your forever twenty-one bag on your left shoulder before sitting down in the food court at a four seat table. you swung the bag to the seat to your left to leave the seats in front of you clear, pushing both boys to have to sit across from you if they showed up.

you had texted jake about meeting you near the left entrance side of the cafeteria, describing the colour of your t-shirt. you wore a comfortable outfit—boyfriend jeans and a tight pink t-shirt, your time for meetup passing. you thought you had been stood up—which was fine—so you started to look around for food places to hide the shame filling your stomach.

that was, until two hands pounced on your shoulders from behind, a jolt running up your spine as you dropped your phone on the table in front of you. “hi, y/n!” a light male voice came from behind. the friendliness took you aback as you looked up to your right to see jake from tinder, a smile so big on his face you’d think y'all were childhood friends.

he was such an open book in his texting, so it made sense he’d be even nicer in public. you shifted right out of your seat to give a friendly hug, noticing the male to his left as you gave a soft pat to his back before pulling away.

“hi, i’m jay. we didn’t really get to talk before.” the male beside him commented, a sweet eye smile on his face. he was even prettier in person—both of them were. they both smelt good, but jake smelt more like a clean body scent, jay nicely coated in cologne. jake’s outfit matched yours, his jeans baggy and grey, his t-shirt black and loosely fitting.

jay on the other hand had on slim jeans with a loose dress shirt, the buttons left open to his mid chest. he had a gold chain on with gold rings on his left thumb and right middle finger, jakes jewellery starting and stopping at a simple silver curb chain around his pale neck.

“i didn’t think you guys would show up.” you commented before hesitating in front of jay. he notices the pause, his right arm reaching out to invite you for a hug. you take it, your right cheek close to his neck. “usually i’d prefer a more formal first meeting,” jay commented with the pull away, a smile creeping up your face.

“so would i,” you lightly comment, not wanting to give too much information about yourself. you and jake only really picked this spot because of his eagerness to meet you in person, and because you didn’t really trust them yet, so you wanted an audience just incase.

“i wanted to shop for some things and thought something casual would break the throuple ice.” you commented, jake smiling. he moves closer slightly, the visual of how close you three are to each other catching the eye of bystanders.

“i respect it, it makes sure you have witnesses in case we were catfishing and vice versa.”

“i could never be a catfish.” you replied to jakes comment with a laugh, jay smiling softly at the comment as you moved to your bag. “i’m still planning on picking up a few things, if you guys want to join me.” you commented as you hoisted the bag over your shoulder.

“sure, i can hold your bag if you’d like?” jay commented with his left hand out, jake walking around to stand before both of you guys to look at the burger spot closest to you three. you smiled at jays words before letting the bag roll off your shoulder, jays hand catching it to exchange it onto his own.

“man i want a burger.” jake comments with his hands on his hips from behind jay, a laugh leaving his lips before he turns towards him

 “personally i want thai.” he comments with his eyes wandering, your right hand pointing to the back right section of the food court. “there’s something over on that side you might like.”

 • • •

the three of you got along like friends. the conversation easy to hold. jay actively participated in your shopping experience. he would listen to you and pick things out, jake following behind without care. he would make funny comments while slyly liking and matching with other girls on their shared tinder profile. he liked your energy, but he didn’t feel the pull from you that you’d want something more than this—friendship.

he did find you attractive, and whenever the three of you stood too close he’d silently manifest jay pushing his lip into yours to test the waters. you seemed to interact with them like they were your guy friends, and jake was scared all those texts and plans built up only lead up to this.

“i think we should plan a proper date for the three of us,” jake blurts out, both you and jay trailing off your conversation to look back at him. “something formal and romantic.” he finished, you three standing in a corner of the store garage, sifting through a rack of cropped shirts.

jay is taken aback by this, remembering how profusely jake and sunghoon insisted their interactions with you be solely sexual. he scoffed a little at the comment, the action not missed by you or jake. “i just mean,” jake started up again, trying to distract from the way jay looked off, his left hand lazily pushing through clothes on the rack in front of him as he faced you two. “sexual relationships are built through some level of trust,”

‘he’s got to be bullshitting’ you thought in as you watched jays reaction through the corner of your eye. “and i know i’m physically attracted to you.” he begins again, your ears perking at the admission. “but us doing this is kid shit. only teens on a date would walk around stores together picking out clothes.” he finishes, slight bite in his words but you get it.

it is childish to do this over going on an actual date, but you wanted to check if they were really valid people, not wanting to waste your time. “i know.” you agreed with him, breaking eye contact as you looked down in an attempt to find the right words. 

“i just wanted to make sure you guys were actually real, honest people before throwing myself into a dangerous situation like a private date.” you replied, jake nodding as your eyes rose to meet his face again.

“i totally get it, trust me.” he said with his hands up, his phone between his right hands index and thumb, screen littered in notifications. “i’m not mad we did this.” he replied, his hair practically bouncing with his expressive way of talking. “but now that we know each other, we need to get out of these friendship activities and move like people who’re actually dating.”

jay finally checks back into the conversation, smiling softly at jake’s words before thinking of a way to chime in. “i agree.” he starts, pulling away from the rack to lean his body weight into his right hip. “i’m attracted to you as well, so i think it’s worth going on an actual date.” he finishes, his eyes on jake as he spoke, watching how jake’s face lit up with him agreeing.

“i’m sure it’s obvious i’m attracted to you both, no?” you spoke lightly, your tone still uncertain. you didn’t want to lean too much into trusting them, especially since you found them on tinder, but if they could play you well enough then you’d entertain them well enough. “even if you’re just trying to get into my pants,” you trail off, your eyes searching the racks to calm your sudden nerves. “i’m fine with going on an actual date, but don’t expect me to pay.” you playfully commented, knowing better. 

“oh we weren’t thinking of doing that. i got money for me and you babygirl, trust.” if jake were a puppy his tail would fly off with this level of excitement. he steps closer at the agreement between all three of you, your heartbeat almost in your ears. ‘wait—did he just call me babygirl?’ you thought for a little with frowned brows. you hoped your face didn’t seem too excited.

“are you free tomorrow night? you want italian?”

• • •

were you wearing your best black bra and panty set? perhaps.

did you pick a skimpy short dress with a low cut just to show cleavage? maybe.

did you shave? of course.

you were completely hairless from the neck down after your shower, your roommates more than aware of your plans when they realised just how long you were in there.

you had exfoliated the night you got back from the mall meet up, giving every single detail about the two boys to your roommates who all sat around, listening so attentively you were almost taken aback.

you could remember the light scent of jake’s skin, describing how excited he seemed for the date. you described how he not only said he wanted to date to get to know you better but also how he said he was ‘attracted to you’ and called you ‘babygirl’ while insisting he’d never make you pay after you commented playfully.

“you’re fucking lying.” your tallest roommate commented playfully, her right hand pointing at you.

“i wish i was, i swear.” you pleaded, your eyes scanning everyone’s faces.

“freudian slip, he didn’t wanna say it but he got caught up in your beauty.” your blond roommate commented, the room erupting in laughs and confused faces.

“you’re so corny!” your bobbed hair roommate commented with a laugh.

you described how jay smelt, how uniquely masculine he was. you could barely put the words together to describe how he smelt and acted. your roommates playfully moaned in response of your retelling, each break in your sentences leaving room for noise.

your short haired roommate would roll her eyes playfully, her hands in the air. “i literally need him in me right now.” she commented before grabbing her own hair in playful agony, everyone laughing.

to say you were excited was an understatement.

especially with how much time you spent making your makeup and hair look good.

jake had scarily video called you while you were shaving previously, your razer sitting on your upper inner right thigh. you didn’t answer, for multiple obvious reasons. you decided you’d call him later making some bullshit excuse.

you didn’t know why he couldn’t text you, but that was when your brain started doomsday thinking. you got nervous. you thought he was probably cancelling and it would be for some embarrassing reason.

not embarrassing for him—for you. you started to convince yourself he only suggested the date to get out of conversation early that day, overthinking the way jay looked at him as he admitted he was attracted to you.

but now the time was here, and the texts from jake were only positive.

jake 🥰

Just texting to remind u we come @ 8

Wear ur best

Not an obligation

Just be comfortable

Love you

Sorrh

Sorry*

Im just joking i dont actually love u im not crazy i promise

you are honestly shocked you had been so nervous. jake was so pathetic through text it was almost too good to be true. he was smart as hell and held conversation very well, but he also played around which made your conversations very entertaining but also hard to read.

jay was a lot less invasive in messages, barely messaging you if at all. you started to feel like jake was truly the only one that actually liked you fully out of the two of them. it hurt your pride, but you didn't let it get into your head too much.

when jake rang your phone while standing at the front door comically with jay on his right side—you jumped. 

“girl let me at least open the door.” your tallest deep brown roommate commented, comically leaning to the side with her eyebrows raised to try and get a peak through the front door. “i will die if you escort me out of this house like a worried mother, no!” you commented back with a smile, muffled laughter coming from your roommates so loudly the blonde had to run upstairs, cupping her mouth in a show. 

you wore a simple fitting black dress that ended mid thigh. it rode up constantly—and you were scared at times of your boobs slipping up and out—but your small over-the-shoulder purse matched it so well. you wore stiletto heels, hoping to everything you loved that you wouldn’t fall flat on your face.

jay and jake were both wearing dress pants and well fitted shirts, jay in all black as jake’s shirt was a light pink, pants a deep grey. both of them wore well tailored clothes, their shoes expensive, jay with a belt.

jay had on a expensive watch, not like you knew the brand—nor did you care—but it was definitely not a regular watch. they had a lot of money, almost too much. you started to speculate if they were pornstars when you saw them, moving to hug the both of them—starting with jay.

jay hugged softly, his arms awkwardly over yours as he tried to be respectful. your purse was barely hanging onto your right shoulder so you appreciated it. you pulled away to look at him and lightly glance at his shirt, hoping no makeup touched the fabric before stepping right to give jake a hug as well. 

“you look lovely.” jay commented with a smile, jake side eyeing him in a smirk before diving into a deeper hug, his arms wrapping around your waist. his chin was in your neck with the hug, and you couldn’t help but hold your breath. “thank you.” you commented finally as jake pulled away, your eyes looking at jay. 

jay and jake both stepped back together with a shared glance as you walked between them, jay to your left, jake on your right. you looked great, and it was definitely a contrast from the day before. jake truly just wanted to look at your ass but jay held his eye contact with him tight. “bro go get the car door.” he ordered as jake snorted once, holding his left hand out for the keys behind your back. jake’s arm hooped over your head as he walked to the car, the keys thrashing around in his hand.

there was a mercedes benz c-class sedan, which you understood was jay’s. one press of a button on the keys woke the car up, the side mirrors moving and positioning themselves as the car started. “birthday gift.” jay commented with a smile at the light shock in your face, smiling. his right hand lightly pressed into your lower back to push you forward and you walked willingly. his left hand hovered in front, incase you needed help stepping down from your house. 

you took the hand in your own, his hands soft as they shifted under your palm to hold you better. his right hand moved to your side as you both stepped down towards the car, jake holding the passenger seat door open as it faced your house. the moment you were in the car jake lightly closed it behind you, immediately speaking.

“she looks so good.” jake commented with a shake of his head for emphasis, jay smiling lightly as he looked into the window at you briefly.

“dude calm down before she hears you.” he comments softly, knowing his own car like the back of his hand.

“don’t care, i’d eat her right now.” jake replied before stepping back, assuming that would make it harder for you to hear.

your eyes shot forward at the comment, jake’s innocent persona quickly changing in your head as you watched jay walk around the hood of the car with a laugh.

he lightly but firmly ripped the door open before sliding in, the car lightly shaking as he started the car with one push of a button, pocketing the keys. the engine roared lightly as jake slid in from behind, moving to sit in the middle of the back seats so he could feel closer to you two.

“where are we going?” jay asked as his right hand absentmindedly ran up the wheel to grip at the top, looking out his side mirror.

“i don’t know, i’m cool with anything as long as i get eaten.” you commented boldly, jake freezing in his seat. jay laughs out loud at your reply, his head turning to look at you.

“that's great,” he starts with another small laugh before looking back. “any location suggestions on where she can get eaten?” jay teases with a shit-eating grin, his eyebrows raised. you can’t help but laugh, your roommates watching through the windows as they speculate.

“come back here and i’ll show you.” jake comments with a smile, jay looking forward with a stern head shake. “not in my car you won’t.” jay comments as he side eyes you playfully, ripping a laugh out of you. once your laugh dies down, your face dropped slightly, eyes hooded. you looked back at jake who’s sat with his hands between his parted legs, bottom lip caught between his teeth in a smile.

he shifts his hips towards you a bit spreading his legs further. your eyes catch the movement, jake’s eyes catching you. jay peels off driving down your residential street, a sly smile on your lips as you finally sat forward again.

• • •

you three thought against going out for dinner. jay was amazing at cooking and jake wasn’t really up for being out in public unnecessarily again. he clearly just recommended it to get you three into one location where at least one bed was open for use. jake had eaten dinner at four o’clock. he wasn’t starving by any means. he could eat something light, but there were so many more important actions you three could do.

jay had planned for you three to eat steak with fettuccine alfredo, trying to avoid anything too extravagant. he had also picked out some of his favourite gins and wines, letting jake pick and choose what the three of you would be drinking. they had a wifi tv right by the kitchen that could easily be seen at all points of the living room, background noise playing as a random reality show begins.

heeseung and sunghoon had gone out to go drinking at their favourite pub, their cars left at home. it was pretty early for them to be out drinking, but you couldn’t talk. you three had gone through three—going on four—gin mixed drinks at this point. they were honestly amazing, expensive gins being a lot smoother than other drinks in the same alcohol percentage bracket. while jay was still teetering within the ‘tipsy’ range, you and jake were drunk, hot and loud.

jake insisted on helping cook the steak, you and jay unnecessarily preparing the sauce for the pasta together. their kitchen was surprisingly big, the stove and sink apart from each other—the sink in the middle of a counter island. the fridge was on the right side of the stove you three faced, indicating the end of the kitchen area as the living room was off to the left.

jay steps you through everything, even the grating of the different cheeses and putting the pasta in a boiling pot. “you might as well just fuck her.” jake spits out in slight jealousy, watching how jays chest pushes into your back as he practically drapes himself over you. jake had long gone stopped focusing on the steak, turning the temperature down to buy himself more time.

“you’d like watching that, wouldn’t you?” jay teases, his arms slipping from between your arms. you’re a little dazed by the comment, partially because of the alcohol, but also because of how objectifying it all felt.

you lean forward into the counter with your elbows, innocently but aggressively pushing your ass into jays groin. it shoves him backwards, his right hand coming up to strike the left side of ass once. you jolt a bit, looking to your left to watch how jakes eyes practically glow.

“oh fuck yea!” jake responds at the smack, following jays lead. he steps forward enough to where his hand can reach before slamming his hand down on the opposite cheek.

“ow!” you yell, your facial expression a mixture of angry brows and a smile. “oh, you hurt her.” jay comments playfully in response, his left hand coming up to swat at jake. he moves back with a laugh, holding himself as his eyes turn crescent shaped. when jays hand falls, his right hand hand lightly caresses up and down the sides of your bum. it’s more soothing than arousing, but you bite your lip nonetheless.

this doesn’t slip past jake at all, who motions once with a nod in your direction, motioning jay to check what he sees. jay shyly looks at your expression with a small tilt to the left, almost making eye contact before slipping back into place behind you. he makes eye contact with jake deviously before thrusting against you once as a tease. jake giggles at the action before finally looking back at the steak he was supposed to be watching.

the mood has shifted in the room, you slowly pulling yourself up with the palms of your hands. jake finds a fork to lazily flip the massive steak with, against jays pleads for a proper utensil.

you’re not hungry anymore. if anything this gin in your system has made you insatiably horny, disappointed in the way jay finally leaves your frame. he focused on mixing the pasta and sauce into the large saucepan he had picked out.

between the two boys you knew you had a better shot at seducing jake fully than jay. theres a pout in his lips, more than apparent, but jay was focused on getting everything ready for you guys.

once jay pushes jake out of the way to properly take care of the steak cooking way too slowly, you decide to take your chance. jake walks over to your with a smirk on his face, your posture fixing to accommodate his height. your left arm swings over his neck playfully, fully expecting to only hold onto him as you both waited.

jake doesn’t waste anymore time than necessary, leaning forward to push a kiss into your left cheek. it’s kind of sloppy, a little bit of spit on your cheek as he pulls away, but it’s enough for you to kiss him back, right under his right eye by his nose. jake’s lips chase yours, finally landing one soft smooch on your lips before pulling away, your arm opening with the distance.

“your lips are so pretty.” you compliment absentmindedly, your head tilting to the left as you study his features. “thank you.” he lightly speaks before his right hand finds your left cheek. you don’t bother letting him control your movements before pushing your lips into his, both your arms wrapping around his neck carelessly.

he kisses you slow but passionately, you both slightly panting through each break in the kiss. jake wiggles his other hand to cup the other side of your face, a vice grip on your jaw. jay glances to his right to watch you two, the soft wet noises of both of your lips nearly echoing in his ears.

he doesn't interrupt, silently looking between you two and the steak—the pasta sitting abandoned in the cheese sauce. he takes the steak out of the pan so it isn't overcooked, moving close to you two to pick up the cutting board. by this point, jay had turned the stove tops off, everything out just needing a good plating.

you're held between the counter and jake's body as you reach out for jays affection with an open right hand. jay takes it momentarily to kiss your open palm, holding your fingers straight.

you lightly 'hmm' at the action, jay pulling away to wash his hands at the sink. he grabs a knife from a drawer on the left side of the sink, pushing the drawer closed as the kiss with jake lightly smudges your light layer of foundation. jakes hips rock into yours once, a hardened print against your frame.

he moves to the left side of your face, kissing down your jaw and neck. his hands roughly explore your waist, the drag of his hands lifting the skirt of your dress with each push upwards to steady your head. it's like its been rehearsed by these two, the way jay watches every move of jakes hands.

jakes hands leave your neck to roughly grope your breasts, your hands cupping his as he massages them. jays eyes seem to darken as you make eye contact, only breaking once jakes hands both move lower. jake forces your dress up over your waist, your bottom half and underwear exposed.

finally jay makes a move towards you two, lightly shoving jake to the right, pushing his lips into yours. his right hand cups your face gently, his lips feathery soft. you try to move closer to deepen the kiss but he doesn't let you budge, his left hand snaking up your neck. his right hand lowers to do the same, both his hands holding your neck in a light but unbudging grip.

you're still trapped against the counter as jake watches your body, the way jay shamelessly pushes himself up against you, groaning softly. he encourages him, his right hand coming up to push the back of his head. he forces jay to tilt his head to the right, finally deepening the kiss the way you wanted it to be.

jake strangely enough pushes his face into your right ear, kissing your outer cheek. he moves to your tragus before going to bite your helix, moving his face to the left. it's almost overwhelming, jays hands moving to grope your boobs this time.

jake seizes this movement to grab the right side of your neck to bring his lips close, kissing up and down your neck. from right behind your earlobe down, his lips leave a trail, jays hands massaging your boobs upwards. his hands move lower, searching your body the same way jake did but with more intent, his hands immediately finding the waistband of your underwear.

jays lips pull away so he can bring his right middle finger to his mouth, scooping saliva from under his tongue. he uses his left hand to move your underwears waistband forward, his middle finger immediately pushing between your lips. you honestly didn't need more lubricant than the one you were producing between your lips but it's helpful regardless, jays finger going back and forth between your labia.

he does it three, four times before finally pushing upwards on your clit, roughly rubbing the soft mound counter clockwise. you gasp at this, jakes right hand pulling your face to the right to attach his lips to yours again.

jays hand is relentless, the small circles firm and consistent. his other fingers cupping you softly. jake almost seems to kiss at the same pace, his lips chasing yours. he lightly licks into your mouth once experimentally, doing anything to feel closer to you. your right hand wraps around to grab the nape of his neck, pulling him deeper into the kiss.

your left lightly caresses jays chest and working right hand, a slight smirk on jays face, out of your eyesight. jay is honestly taken aback at how natural jake acts in the trio, completely comfortable being close to him as long as he's connected to you in some physical way.

jays hand finally leaves your clit to hunt deeper, his middle and ring finger rubbing lightly between your lips to collect some arousal. he groans at the feeling of his wet fingers, tugging at his bottom lip with his teeth.

the moment his lip lightly bounces free, he wiggles both fingers in, jake helping the positioning by hiking your left leg up and to the side. the extra space makes you feel scarily exposed, cool air fanning your inner thighs as jay curls his fingers in confidently.

you let out a soft moan in response, jake mimicking you in encouragement. he's past hard at this point, his pants uncomfortably tight against his erection. jay is too, trying to sneak glances between jakes body and yours to try and get a glimpse of your underwear.

the moment jay begins to lightly push and curl his fingers inside you, the noise is soft and wet. both boys look down, jake finally peeling his lips off yours to look down at jays hand. jake looks back and around for their oversized couch, listening to make sure no ones come home.

you and jay both follow him, jay turning to his left to eye the same couch jake does. jay pulls his fingers out before pecking your lips once, his left hand reaching for you as you three begin to walk over. you practically bounce in your drunken steps, jay rushing to clean his two fingers off in his mouth out of sight.

once you three reach the couch that faces the kitchen, jake is on you again, his arms wrapping around you as he kisses your neck. he forces you to plop down on the couch, his arms retracting the moment you start to fall backwards.

you're in the middle of the couch, a good amount of space at your head and feet for both jay and jake to be fit in comfortably. once you're settled, his hands reach for your panties, pulling them down your thighs. they twist into themselves as they come off, fully bunched up together before jake throws them to the left.

he shuffles down to bring his left hand up to hold your thigh, his thumb pushing into the flesh before tilting his head. he admires you slightly as jay takes a large swig from the gin bottle, trying to catch up to you two. jake shuffles backwards on his right knee as he finds a good place to settle, his face inching closer to your parted legs.

he finds a way to lie down, his calves uncomfortably leaning onto the armrest of the couch as his elbows hold him up. both his hands hold the skin between your lower thigh and ass, thumbs on either side of your outer labia.

his left hands thumb slightly pulls your right labia majora over a bit before laying a soft kiss on your clitoral hood. you cup your hands over your face in embarrassment, sighing as he lightly wraps his plush lips around the bud, sucking. he closes his eyes as he moves his bottom lip to change the strength, the noise echoing.

jay comes around silently to push jakes head down the same way jake had when he was kissing you, jake smiling slightly as he looks up at you. he kisses your clit again to give him time to stop smiling before sucking again using tongue.

jay wastes no time to unbuckle his belt, the noise causing you to look over to your right. "hold his head down." jay comments playfully, your hands still cupping your nose and mouth. you do though, your left hand coming down to ruffle in jake's hair.

jake groans at your hand in his hair, pushing him to suck harder. your vagina glistens from the saliva he leaves, his head moving as he practically makes out your vagina, sucking up any arousal or saliva that collects before moving back up to your clit. he's messy, his nose lightly nosing your clit each time he moves lower, breathing you in.

jay is almost shocked at the way he passionately eats you out, his right hand down the front of his pants as he glances around jakes face to eye the way your thighs twitch closed each time he sucks in the right spot. he harshly gropes himself at the imagery, your eyes focusing in on the way his wrist disappears and reappears with each downward tug.

jake lightly humps the couch as he eats you out, his eyes only opening momentarily to catch the way you breathe irregularly. you can't help but grind upwards once, jake moaning against you. hes practically leaking in his pants at this point, his light grinding against the couch.

jay catches the way his hips buck. he huffs out a simple laugh at the action before looking back up at your face. the moment he sees you staring at his groin, his right hand slips from under his pants to pull his underwear and pants down in one go.

his erection comically bobs a little once its free, your eyes widening. he's heavy, a good six point seven inches. he notices your reaction, looking down at himself hanging. you hesitate with your right hand to reach for it, but jay puts his left hand out to encourage you.

his erection is dry besides the bit of precum lightly glistening at the head. your right hand lightly holds his erection up to lightly thumb the tip, a groan leaving his lips at the action. a soft moan leaves his lips before you let go, moving to hold yourself up on your right arm instead

jake works tirelessly against your clit, humming. hes near tears at how hard he is, your left hand encouraging him as your fingers run back and forth through his hair, bangs lightly brushing your skin as you do so.

jay gets the hint, stepping closer. you open your mouth for him, looking up at jay. his face is straight and unwavering, but he's eager, his left thumb coming up to lightly cup the upper right side of your face as his free hand angles himself for your mouth.

you take the head into your mouth, your lips lightly cupping your teeth. your tongue lightly swirls up and around his tip, the taste a little salty. he huffs heavily through his nose.

you try to suck him off the best you can considering jakes movements, your head lightly pushing further down his length. with each pull back of your head you suck him off harshly. jay moans loudly each time you messily suck and swallow.

jakes lips wrap around your clit one last time before sucking just right, a choke causing you to pull of jays penis at once. you moan loudly, your left hand fisting his hair as your head falls forward, eyes squeezed tight.

jay watches with his bottom lip bitten, his right hand lightly tucking himself into his pants so he doesn't leave his erection out. jakes nose sits at the top fat of your vagina as he lightly shakes his head side to side between the folds of your lips.

your mouth hangs open at the feeling, jakes right hand pushing his middle and ring finger in. he scissors you open noisily, the position torture for his neck and upper body—your arm barely holding you up at the abuse. his fingers are relentless with each curl upwards, beckoning more arousal out with each drawback.

"f—uck, jake~!"

a loud, guttural moan leaves your lips as it hits you, your eyes pricking with tears. you ride his face shamelessly now as he lets you, the heel of your left foot steading you. his fingers catch any cum he misses with his mouth, humming against you as he chases your clit with each upward thrust of your hips.

jays mouth drops open at the imagery, his eyes glued on the way jakes lips pull away shiny when he's done. jake moves to get more comfortable, sitting on his right calf as his left foot hits the ground. he uses his left hand to collect any wetness on his face before using his lips and teeth to suck them clean, eyes focused on the way your vagina looks.

when jake finally stops moving his fingers, he curls them upward to collect as much arousal as he can. he eventually moves off the couch to your side, and through unspoken command, jay moves to kneel where he once was. jake uses his left hand to hurriedly move his pants and underwear out of the way. he skillfully unbuttons and zips his dress pants down with ease, hurriedly pulling himself out of his pants.

with your cum, jake shamelessly jerks off in front of you, eyes focused on the way the creamy consistency lighty spreads around his length. jay notices a jacket—belonging to heeseung—stuck between the back of the couch and the wall.

he immediately searches the coat pockets as your eyes switch between his search and jake jerking himself off while watching you. jakes mouth hangs open as he shamelessly jerks off for you, his left hand holding his shirt up so you can see more of his skin.

jay finds a condom in the left jacket pocket, tearing it open with his teeth and right hand. he lets the wrapper fall beside him without care as he lightly shimmies his pants and underwear down enough to pull his cock free.

jay uses both his hands to roll the new condom on when he finds the right side, not questioning if the sizing would be off. he uses both his hands to stroke the condom down his shaft, the soft sound of the lubricated condom catching your attention.

it’s a perfect fit—funny enough to him—as he shuffles forward without mentioning it to jake as much as he wants to. his pants are still on as he moves forward, just pulling them down enough so he can keep them out of the way.

jays right knee holds him up as he doesn't bother asking if you need a minute, or even want another round. you're fine with it, keeping your legs apart as you finally tear your eyes away from jake to watch as jay uses his right hand to line himself up.

you don't need prep after all jakes hard work, so jay doesn't bother, slowly pushing himself in.

your mouth gapes for the second time as your right elbow struggles to support you, each inch slowly pushing deeper. once jay settles, you feel like you can barely breathe, jakes hand on his erection working fast.

jay begins to thrust at a comfortable pace for you, slow and steady as he bites his bottom lip. "y/n." jake moans lightly, your head bobbing back to look at him through clouded vision.

a high pitched whine leaves jakes lips the moment your eyes set on him, his right hand pumping so fast and tightly it seems painful. you playfully open you mouth for him, your tongue peaking out. he takes the bait as he steps forward, angling his erection between your lips as you suck on his tip.

it feels as if jay splits you open on his dick, each thrust slapping his skin against yours with the force. he's thick, feeling intrusive but so good.

your lips pop off jakes dick to swallow as he cums, one final spurt falling on your lips and chin. jake groans at this before moving to sit by your head, tired. his left hand comes from behind you, his index finger lightly brushing the cum off your face, pushing it between your lips. you swallow willingly around his fingertip, giving a soft kiss to the tip of his finger.

when you realize how close jakes thigh is to your neck, you move to lay your head, his pants still on. jake tucks himself away before lazily using his left hand to grope your left boob through your dress and bra. jakes fingers search for your nipple as jay thrusts against you, the clapping sound loud and wet.

you didn't think it was possible for you to be so wet, but you were past what you thought was possible as jay lightly brings his right hand up through his consistent thrusts.

his thumb pushes down on your clit harshly, but it doesn't move. he just continues to thrust into you like a toy, the force causing your body to lightly jiggle at the force.

jays left hand travels your body, his left hand rubbing your inner thigh up to your stomach. he'd then trail his hand back down to your thigh, admiring your frame.

he massages the fat of your thigh, his teeth digging so heavily into his bottom lip he nearly draws blood. jakes left hand peels off the top of your dress to slide under the low neckline, pinching and pulling lightly at your hardening nipple once his hand pushes under your wired bra.

jay comes pretty quickly himself, following jakes lead. a loud groan leaving his lips as he continues to thrust into you, sheltered by the condom. he buries himself in one last time with a wiggle of his hips, a gasp leaving your lips before he pulls out slowly. jake laughs at the action, his hand sliding to your right breast.

the feeling of him slipping out leaves you feeling empty. you clench around nothing at the emptiness, jay watching small spurts of cum escape your lips. his right middle finger toys around with it a little, smearing it up and down your labia minora.

jay pulls back fully to stand, gripping the condom lightly at the base as he pulls it off slowly. his cum pools in the latex as he brings it up to tie it closed, experienced.

that's when it starts to hit you what this was,

who you were to them.

"i don't know about you guys but i could definitely eat." jake spits lightly, his hand still cupping your right boob. you feel slightly rejected regardless of them not saying anything.

you suddenly start to feel exposed as you moved to sit up, fixing your dress as your legs close. jakes hand is forced out of your dress when you sit up, your left arm coming up to hug over your torso. you try to spot your discarded underwear, both boys watching your demeanor change.

you three were all pretty much sober by this point, and you honestly didn't know if they fucked you because they wanted to or if you just seemed so easy they took what they could.

"y/n?" jake asks, a frown on his face when you look over at him almost pained. "yea?" you answered softly, trying hard to not expose how you suddenly feel. "if you wanna go home that's fine, but i'd really like if you slept over tonight." jake comments, his eyes not leaving yours.

"same." jay pitches in, coming around to stand closer to you as he fixes himself and his pants. "the food is probably cold and possibly burnt," jay starts, condom still in hand. "but i really think we should treat the rest of tonight like a proper date." jay finishes, smiling sweetly at you.

"i have plenty oversized shirts you can sleep in after we go up to shower." jake comments, his left hand reaching for your face. you look at him against your new judgement for a soft kiss, calming your nerves lightly.

"we shower?" you ask playfully with a raised brow, both men laughing lightly before jay turns to walk towards the kitchen for the garbage bin.

"of course. i'm never leaving you alone after tonight." jake confesses lightly with a smile, biting his bottom lip once before leaning in again for another peck.

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I'm a Virgin, Not a Murderer: ch.1 | pop your cherry

virgin!heeseung x sex worker!reader warnings: smut (mdni), oral (m.rec), blue balls, murder, mentions of blood, sex work (use of words tart card and prostitute), set in the 90's london, heeseung is a loser, anything else lmk wc: 11.2k ch.1 synopsis: determined to lose his virginity, heeseung follows his friend's plan and ends up hiring you to pop his cherry, little does he know that he'll walk out of that room something much worse than a virgin a/n: hi! this is the first instalment of iavnam and i am so so so excited to share this with you all. this is a silly, fun fic that i hope you can enjoy but i will say that it has some moments of angst throughout. feedback, comments, reblogs, and likes are all appreciated and i hope you give loser!hee a chance

masterlist | chapter 2

“What am I going to do? I can’t enter working life a virgin.” Heeseung sighs, rubbing his temples as he complains.

Heeseung is a gentle soul, the type of boy you read about in novels or see in cheesy romance films. No, he’s not the bad boy with a hidden heart of gold or the burly football player with a secret love for the arts. Heeseung is the overlooked best friend, the quiet boy pining from the sidelines, the introverted geek who spends his Fridays alone while the girl he loves rushes off with the popular guy.

At 22, Heeseung has never been with a girl. He can’t even look at one for more than ten seconds without sweating or mumbling about the new Toy Story film that was released last year. And with only two months left before he graduates, the thought of entering the adult world as a virgin weighs heavily on him. He might be the only one from the Class of ‘96 who hasn't had this experience, and he feels an urgent need to change that.

He watches his friends with a mix of envy and longing as they get into relationships or have sex with the nearest girl at a party, wishing it could be him for once. All his life, he’s dreamt of a perfect romance where a boy meets a girl, they fall in love, and share their first time.

All in all, Heeseung just wants to be in love with the person he loses himself to. But time is ticking, and he’s starting to realise that his dream of a whirlwind romance might not be feasible. He might have to settle for whatever chance he can get.

“What’s the use in complaining if you aren’t going to talk to a girl for more than a minute?” Jongseong mutters into his beer can, eyes still trained on the Sony Trinitron TV in front of him.

Jongseong has had this conversation with Heeseung so many times that it’s starting to bore him. He understands his best friend’s desire for a meaningful connection; anyone would want that. But Heeseung’s idealism clashes with Jongseong’s pragmatic nature. For months - no, years - he’s been telling Heeseung to either take action or let it go. There’s nothing wrong with being a virgin at any age, and Heeseung used to see it that way too. Yet, for some reason, he’s convinced he’d be the laughingstock of any office if word got around.

All throughout high school, Heeseung was the same: stuttering and twitching whenever a girl looked at him. Jongseong has never seen anyone worship women as Heeseung does while simultaneously being utterly terrified of them.

Heeseung suddenly grabs the can from Jongseong’s hand, stunning him, and slams it onto the coffee table of their apartment. “I’m serious, Jongseong. I’m doing it this time, for real.” There’s determination and fire in his voice, even though his heart is pounding at the thought.

Turning to face him, still in a can-holding position, Jongseong raises an eyebrow. “You’re really going to do it? No wimping out?” he asks incredulously. It’s not that he doesn’t believe his friend’s words; he’s just surprised by how assured Heeseung looks.

Nodding, Heeseung crosses his legs on the couch. “Absolutely! And I have a plan.”

“Oh god, what is it?” Jongseong asks nervously, apprehensive about what kind of plan the virgin has concocted for himself.

Heeseung takes a deep breath, trying to steady his racing heart. “Alright, so here’s the deal. I’m going to start small and take baby steps. First, I’ll join a club or a group where I can meet people without the pressure of one-on-one interactions. Maybe a book club or a film society. That way, I can get more comfortable talking to girls in a casual setting.”

Jongseong nods slowly, considering the idea. “Okay, that sounds reasonable. Except all the clubs and meets have stopped now considering it’s two months until summer vacation.” The younger rolls his eyes, picking his can back up. “What other plans do you have?”

There is a silence in the air which pauses Jongseong mid-sip. Scratching the back of his neck, Heeseung sheepishly shrugs and winces at his friend's disappointing gaze. It took him a week to come up with that one plan, hoping that he could ride on the waves of already-formed groups. He did, however, come up with the plan 4 months ago and just has never put it into action, so it is a little outdated.

“It was a solid plan!” he huffs and crosses his arms, pouting like a baby despite being the oldest of the two. “It’s not like I can just phone up a girl on one of those fancy mobiles and ask her to fuck me.”

Jongseong’s ears perk up, eyes widening as if he’s just hit the motherload of all ideas. His excitement makes Heeseung sit up in attention, furrowing his brows as he watches him stand up and turn the TV off. “You’re a fucking genius, Lee.”

Although the compliment settles fondly in his heart, he still doesn’t know why he is a genius nor does he have time to think about it before his best friend drags him by the arm outside of the flat and into the street, striding towards something with tenacity. 

He complains about the grip Jongseong has on him but follows him regardless, feet rushing to keep up the pace as they make their way down the street and into the skirts of the city. Heeseung knows better than to argue with the boy when he is on a mission like this, the last time he did so was when Jongseong went on the hunt for the last Thor comic book, edition #487 and Heeseung told him to just ‘get it another time’. Turns out, everyone and their granny wanted it and with Heeseung constantly holding them up, he missed out on the first press. The boy never heard the end of it and was almost disowned.

So he trails idly behind him until they reach a phone booth. The glass is taped with flyers of missing dogs and Y2K conspiracies, babysitter ads and jobs for hire. It’s a mess, yet Jongseong seems to be looking for something in particular.

“I know I said phoning up a girl, but I hardly think Mystic Michelle sees me in her future,” Heeseung snorts, dipping his hands into his pockets. He refuses to tell Jongseong that in a desperate attempt to find out when he would lose his virginity, he had already phoned a psychic medium who told him, “You’ll lose it when you choose to travel.” Considering he has never and likely will never step foot outside his hometown, he deemed that as his first and last time trusting in the universe’s whispers.

Jongseong, ignoring Heeseung’s quips, searches diligently until he sees the poster hanging inside the booth and immediately whips the door open, dragging the surprised black-haired boy into the tight space with him. With urgency, he tears the number tab off of the bright red poster and thrusts it into Heeseung’s hand.

Pointing to the poster, Jongseong smirks. “She is your ticket out of virginville,” he says playfully yet a serious undercurrent waves through his voice. If Heeseung is going to get laid, and fast, he is going to need a professional.

Heeseung looks closely at the poster and sees a girl in a white-laced thong posing in front of a red background, her left arm covering her plump tits as she sucks on a lollipop. His eyes shake and his head follows, backing up slightly despite the confined space and protesting the idea profusely. “Not a chance, Jongseong! This is prostitution, which by the way, is illegal in this country.”

“I know you’re a saint, okay? But desperate times call for desperate measures.” He shrugs, already putting the 20p coins into the slot and picking up the ringer. “You know Jaeyun lost his virginity this way.”

“Yeah, and she was a 43-year-old mother of 6 who fucked him in her garden shed. He said he got the clap from that!” 

Heeseung is not exaggerating, Jaeyun was so determined to ‘gain experience’ that he chose one of these girls from a traffic light pole and what was promised to be a sexy 21-year-old in his area, turned out to be a mum who needed a quick cash grab before her kids got home from school. Needless to say, he went along with it, already mentally prepared for the pop and then a few weeks later by consequence he was in the sexual health clinic getting tested for an STD. He lost his virginity but also his dignity that day.

Exhaling loudly, Jongseong closes his eyes in frustration. “We can phone and ask for an appointment and if she isn’t this very pretty girl that is offering you a ‘spanking good time with a 22-year-old’ then you can bolt for the hills and we’ll find you someone else.” His tone is coated in disapproval at his friend’s unwillingness to give this brilliant idea of his a chance.

Punching in the numbers, Jongseong holds the receiver between his ear and his shoulder, “You want me to talk?”

Realising he is stuck in a boat without a paddle, Heeseung relents, gesturing for Jongseong to take the reigns of the situation; if he were to be the one to speak to the girl, he would probably vomit. This is the complete opposite of how he had dreamed this would go and Jongseong knows it.

The phone begins to ring and Jongseong shushes the other boy as he waits patiently. It gives Heeseung the chance to look at the lewd poster once again and he can see why this one caught Jongseong’s attention over the other tart cards in the booth. The girl is striking and real, not like some of the page 3 models that have clearly been used to lure these desperate men in, there is a prettiness to her, a charm that pulls attention even through a piece of paper.

“Hello, handsome, how can I be of service?”

Her voice, sweet yet sultry, filters through the phone and dances on the glass panels, sending a shiver down Heeseung's spine and making his knees weak. His eyes widen as he gazes at the poster, imagining that captivating voice belonging to the stunning girl. Surely, it couldn't be her, could it? No one could sound and look so perfect simultaneously.

Jongseong scoffs at Heeseung's reaction to a mere female voice and playfully slaps the back of his head, snapping him out of his reverie within the stuffy confines of the phone booth. He clears his throat and addresses the caller on the other end. “Hi, uh,” he glances at the poster, searching for the name, “Y/N, is it?”

You giggle softly over the phone, twirling the cord attached to your landline. “Yes, what can I help you with?”

It’s been a few days since you put up the flyers and there has already been an abundance of calls coming your way; some old guys looking to rub one out before work, others looking to be degraded, and some even just wanting advice on how best to clean their house before their wives come home.

For you, it’s easy money and a needed break from the work you do other than please pervy men. On days you’re not at home, you’re out working behind the bar at Nice N’ Sleazys, picking up after everyone’s mess and pouring pint after pint while the worst music grates at your ears. 

Sex work, despite its numerous downsides, offers a straightforward way to earn money. Initially, you worked in a brothel just outside the main city, where your tips and pride were stolen by the cruel man who ran it. The girls were lovely, and some of your regulars were kind, but the work and pain were too much for the meagre earnings.

So you left and started managing yourself. The owner didn’t like it, but it was your decision. He wasn’t sad to lose you, but rather the money your regulars brought in. However, his displeasure was short-lived when he found your replacement—someone who brought in more money and was willing to do much more than you ever could.

Despite the challenges and dangers managing yourself has provided you with a sense of independence and control that you did not have when working for someone else. You've learned how to deal with the industry's complexities, setting boundaries and putting your own safety first; even if that meant refusing some of your regulars into your new endeavours. 

The line goes silent and you speak up again, “Can I help you?” you ask gently, still keeping the sex worker persona intact. However, once you hear shuffling in the background with hushed whispers, you quickly drop the act and sigh. “Look, if it’s you boys from the school up the road prank calling me again, I will call your mothers.”

With posting your landline in phone booths comes prank calls, you expect it but you could really use the money this week; your fridge is running on empty and your washing machine has somehow blown up on itself - that’s what you get for buying second-hand from a newspaper ad. Maybe you should have picked up that cleaner job for that mansion in the middle of nowhere while you were buying appliances. 

Customers might be regular but you’re just starting, you can’t charge more than you’re worth.

Jongseong flicks Heeseung’s nose, making him yelp. While you are on the other line, Heeseung decides to try and hang up and chicken out but his friend is adamant that he is seeing this through. He doesn’t know how long he can sit and listen to him whining anymore.

“Sorry! No, uh, shit,” Jongseong racks his brain for words that have escaped him, biting his lip as he concentrates on how to perfectly imitate the virgin, “My name is Lee Heeseung. I am a pathetic 22-year-old and need to lose my virginity. I was wondering if you could do me the honours of popping my cherry.”

“I do not talk like that!” Heeseung protests, swatting Jongseongs arm who simply shrugs, unbothered by the offence he is causing the elder. His sole mission is to get Heeseung laid and he is so close to making that happen.

They hear you hum on the other line and immediately stop bickering, staring at the phone as if they can see you through it. “Can I speak to the real Heeseung please?” 

The boy feels sick, head dizzy at the sound of his name coming from your lips but also because Jongseong is thrusting the phone into his face, moving behind him to give him the floor. He hadn’t anticipated speaking to you, just casually observing and listening in to Jongseong sell him off to you. 

“Put on your big boy pants and do this!” Jongseong scolds, eyes darting between Heeseung’s face and the receiver.

Carefully, Heeseung brings it to his ear and closes his eyes, counting to ten in his head before replying. “Hi, Y/N.”

“Hi, Heeseung. How are you doing?” you ask softly. This isn’t your first rodeo with a virgin so you know better than to go in all tits blazing and calling him a big boy. 

Nodding as though you can see him, Heeseung purses his lips, trying to muster up some semblance of confidence. “I’m good…how are you?” he asks, his voice wavering slightly despite his efforts to sound assured. The shaky breath he lets out betrays his nerves, and he inwardly cringes, expecting the worst.

On the other end, you can't help but giggle softly. It’s not a titter of mocking, but rather one of endearment. Virgins are the cutest to speak to in your eyes because most of them have no idea how to navigate a conversation like this. There's something charming about their genuine nervousness and innocent curiosity.

Heeseung’s embarrassment deepens as he hears your giggle, imagining all the ways he might be coming off as awkward and inexperienced. He rubs the back of his neck, feeling the heat rise to his cheeks. “I-I’m sorry if I sound nervous,” he stammers, “I’ve never done anything like this before.”

Your voice remains warm and reassuring, easing some of his anxiety. “That’s okay, Heeseung. Everyone has to start somewhere. I promise, there’s nothing to be embarrassed about.” Your voice is so smooth and lovely that Heeseung instantly relaxes. He is glad that if Jongseong picked any of the workers on the posters beside him, he is glad it was you.

Straightening his posture, Heeseung steadies himself. “My friend is right, I am a virgin and I want to get rid of it. Can you help with that?”

“You know, there’s nothing wrong with being a virgin,” you gently remind Heeseung, concern lacing your voice. “Are you sure this is how you want to do it?” You should be arranging a time and place rather than potentially jeopardising your weekly food shop, but if you were in his shoes, you’d want to offer him an escape route, just in case.

But Heeseung seems resolute now, determined to rid himself of the insecurity that has plagued him for so long. “I am. I don’t want to graduate with this hanging over my head.”

Your heart melts a little at his sincerity, and you can’t help but pout. “Okay. Well, one of my regulars...well, let’s just say I’m not seeing him anymore, so I have a free slot tomorrow at 2pm. I usually go to the Point A Hotel near the intersection. Can you make it?”

Heeseung looks to Jongseong with panicked eyes, silently pleading for reassurance. The younger man nods enthusiastically, giving him two thumbs up, mouthing a gentle “Go for it” for extra ease. 

“Yeah, 2pm is fine.” His heart beats rapidly as he accepts your offer, his mouth going dry and his palms sweaty. 

“Amazing. Bring £200-, no, £300 and condoms in your size,” you instruct, changing your regular rate last minute. If he is as inexperienced as he seems, he won't know you’re ripping him off a little. It’s not like you want to but it’s what you have to do. The regular that was in that slot usually paid £500 with tips. However, you will take the comfort of not having him around anymore over bills.

Jongseong’s jaw hits the floor as he hears the price, his gaze glued to the phone but before he can barter for a better deal, the phone goes dead, the five 20ps he slotted in finally running out and leaving them both in silence.

Heeseung’s arm drops to his side, still gripping the receiver as he stares blankly into space. “£300 is all my savings,” he whispers to himself, the weight of the realisation settling heavily on his shoulders. Yet, even as the words leave his mouth, he’s working out how to move his bills around and where the nearest pharmacy is for condoms. 

Stepping out of the booth, Jongseong holds the door open and ushers Heeseung to follow. Heeseung, still lost in thought, obediently steps out, the crisp evening air hitting his face, a welcoming cool to the flush of his skin due to talking to a sex worker for the first time and also the heat of the booth.

Jongseong wraps an arm around his friend’s shoulder, pulling him in with a gleeful tug. “Now, let's go get you some rubbers. I’m thinking extra small?”

“Shut the fuck up, Jongseong.”

_____

Standing in front of the shabby hotel, Heeseung braces himself for what will come. He should be ecstatic that he is finally on his way to losing his v card, but the dark clouds in the sky, the three buses, and the 30-minute walk to get to the Point A hotel have given him a dreaded sense of doubt.

The once vibrant red bricks of the building are now faded and chipped, with grime clinging to the crevices. The flickering neon sign above the entrance buzzes intermittently, casting a sickly green hue that does little to dispel the gloom. The place reeks of neglect, and a faint smell of dampness hangs in the air, mingling with the odour of stale cigarettes.

Heeseung’s stomach churns as he takes in the dilapidated surroundings. His heart pounds in his chest, and his palms are slick with sweat. Everything about this goes against what he stands for, but he thinks this might be the closest he will get in his young adult life. The last thing he wants is to be a 40-year-old virgin still complaining to Jongseong that numbing his hand and rubbing one out isn’t doing it for him the way it should.

He looks up at the darkened windows, some of them boarded up, others covered in grime. A lone figure stumbles out of the entrance, clutching a bottle of Jack Daniels, and disappears into the grey afternoon, reinforcing Heeseung's trepidation. Of course, the sex worker wasn’t going to ask him to meet in a swanky five-star hotel, but anything had to be better than this.

Taking a deep breath, he tries to steady his nerves. The anticipation that should be filling him with excitement instead gnaws at him with apprehension. His mind races with conflicting thoughts – the desire to finally cross this threshold clashing with the nagging sense that he's settling for something far less than he deserves. The thought of his future self, bitter and frustrated, pushes him forward despite the unease curling in his gut.

He can't let fear dictate his choices any longer; at the end of the day, virginity is a social construct, and women are the greatest gift from God, so there is nothing to be so scared about. Taking another deep breath, he steels himself and steps forward, ready to face whatever lies ahead within the confines of the Point A hotel.

Quickly, he grabs the shutting door and steps inside, his guard raising instantly as he sees the darkness of the foyer. This is the type of place where people mug you for fun rather than necessity. Stained mattresses are leaning against the graffitied walls, the overhead lights are dull, providing little support to Heeseung’s pupils, and the carpet beneath him is sticky, every fibre clinging to the sole of his Air Max trainers.

He takes tentative steps to the front desk, which has been barricaded by crossed steel bars and adorned with a sign reading ‘Police on Speed Dial’. This does little to make him feel any safer. Heeseung’s eyes squint as he gets closer to the desk lamp and sees a middle-aged woman reading the latest issue of the Digger, a local newspaper filled with all the latest and greatest gossip of the town. The last time he read that particular paper was in the doctor's office, and the headline was ‘HE’S ESCAPED’ with a picture of the man who murdered the shopkeeper and police officer up in Brixton.

Shivering, not due to the air conditioning above him, Heeseung knocks on the desk softly and clears his throat, gaining the attention of the relaxed redhead.

“Yeah?” she asks nonchalantly, her eyes flickering up to the scared boy as if he was inconveniencing her by making her do her job. “Single, double, or meeting someone?”

The question throws Heeseung for a loop. He doesn’t know what room you're in or even if you would have given your real name. Surely, you would have created a fake persona when you came here. What if Y/N was the fake name? His pulse quickens as he stammers, trying to find the right words.

"Um, I'm meeting someone," he finally manages to say, his voice barely above a whisper. The woman sighs, clearly unimpressed, and picks up an old, dog-eared ledger from under the desk.

"Name?" she asks, flipping through the pages with a disinterested expression.

Hesitating, Heeseung picks at the skin on his fingers and clears his throat again, a blush rising to his cheeks as he remembers that this is your regular spot, meaning that as soon as he utters your name - if that is the one you gave - then she will know exactly what he is here for. “Y/N. I’m looking for Y/N.”

The receptionist's eyes suddenly trail up and down his body, making him feel as though he is already naked. He is right in his suspicions; she is definitely judging him. Once she finishes examining him, she scowls in disgust and leans back into her chair, placing her feet on the desk as she grabs her paper once more. “Room 1015. And tell her she needs to calm it down with the lube she uses; it’s a bitch to get out of the sheets.”

Heeseung's face burns with embarrassment as he mumbles a quick “thank you” and turns away from the desk. He heads towards the lift, the receptionist’s gaze still sitting in the forefront of his mind, making him even more self-conscious than before. The lift pings open to reveal a tattered metal box, illuminated by a dirty yellow light that only makes the streaks of brown and rust stand out more. Maybe Heeseung should get a tetanus shot after all of this.

He presses the first-floor button with his elbow, careful not to touch anything with his bare skin just in case, and ascends to your room. The buzz from the light and the creak of the old wires holding the elevator make the journey last forever, considering it’s only one floor. But maybe that is also just his nerves. Heeseung's mind races as he stands there, the walls of the lift feeling like they're closing in on him. The air is stale, filled with a faint metallic tang that makes him uneasy.

As the lift jerks to a halt and the doors open, Heeseung steps out into a dimly lit corridor. The wallpaper is peeling, revealing patches of mould beneath. The faint buzz of a flickering light down the hall adds to the eerie atmosphere. Heeseung takes a deep breath, trying to calm his racing heart, and walks towards room 1015. Each step feels heavier than the last, the worn carpet muffling his footsteps but not the pounding of his heart in his ears.

Pausing before your door, he abruptly pats down his jacket to ensure that he has brought the money and the condoms as per your request. His fingers brush against the crisp bills and the small, foil packets, reassuring him that he hasn’t forgotten anything crucial. The sense of preparedness does little to quell his anxiety, but it’s a small comfort amid his turmoil.

Heeseung breathes out slowly, cracking his neck as though he is bracing himself to fight with Roy Jones Jr. and not a 22-year-old girl who exchanges sex for money; although, he knows which one is scarier at this moment. His knuckles bang on the door lightly and suddenly his mind is reeling a mile a minute, all the questions and doubts he has been tackling within his mind for the past few hours now rushing to him at once. What if you aren’t who you say you are? You could be an old geezer looking to have his way with Heeseung and then toss him out the window with not so much as a thank you. What if this whole thing goes horribly wrong and cums as soon as you touch his cock? He spent last night jerking off and training himself to last just a little longer than usual in an aid to impress you.

Suddenly, there is a lump in his throat and trepidation overcasting the glee of losing his virginity. Something feels wrong, out of place, and his mum always told him to run at the first feeling of danger.

Yet, he doesn’t have another second to turn back and flee the scene because the door is swinging open and revealing-

You. Gorgeous, beautiful - definitely not a creepy old man - you. Heeseung’s jaw almost hits the floor like a cartoon character and his eyes turn to hearts as he takes you in. The baby pink robe you’re wearing with white lace detailing, your hair cascading down one of your shoulders in a soft, bouncy curl, and your lips that are tinted red like glossy maraschino cherries. You look even better than the poster in the phone booth if that was even possible.

His body flushes with heat as he sees your erect nipples poking through the silk, and he feels like he could faint. The sight of you is overwhelming, making his head spin and his heart race even faster. The trepidation that had gripped him moments before is momentarily forgotten, replaced by a rush of desire and nervous anticipation.

You smile warmly at him, a smile that reaches your eyes and seems to melt away some of his fear. "Hi, Heeseung," you say softly, your voice as smooth and inviting as honey. "Come on in."

Heeseung nods, stepping over the threshold and into the room. His movements are awkward and stiff, a stark contrast to your graceful fluidity. The door clicks shut behind him, and the reality of the situation hits him once more. But this time, the sense of wrongness is overshadowed by the sheer presence of you.

You move behind him and drink in the sight of him. If every client looked this good, you might just never complain again - but unfortunately, men like Heeseung come few and far between, like little sprinkles of water amongst oil. He is wearing slightly baggy deep-blue jeans, a white-faded-into-grey Rolling Stones t-shirt, and a red crinkled plaid shirt which is covered by a brown faux-leather jacket. Even his hair is washed and parted down the middle prettily, reaching his rosy cheeks and curving in slightly.

There isn’t a man that has ever looked this fine in your presence, so you’re starting to wonder why on earth he is still a virgin. Then again, he was super nervous on the phone, even making his friend speak for him to begin with - and with the lack of eye contact he is giving you, he clearly doesn’t do well in the presence of a female.

“I didn’t think you would come,” you observe, giggling as he tenses beside you.

Heeseung nods, agreeing with you almost immediately because for a good 2 hours while deciding on whether to wear his favourite boxers or a pair he got from his gran for Christmas, he almost decided to curl himself back into bed and forget you even existed.

The weight of his decision, the culmination of his fears and desires, all come crashing down at once as the silence settles. But standing there, with you smiling at him, he feels a small spark of hope, a glimmer of excitement that maybe, just maybe, this won’t be as terrifying as he’s imagined.

“You look unreal,” he whispers his inner thoughts out loud, causing him to slap his hand over his mouth, eyes shaking at the thought of saying anything at all to you.

His nervousness makes your heart cry, the cuteness trembling from his body is overwhelming, and you find yourself relaxing slightly. Heeseung is a gentle giant, and although he towers over you, he poses no threat at all which you gladly welcome considering what you normally have to deal with in this industry. It’s nice to not have to wonder what on earth a man is planning to do with you because you can’t read him.

Slinking your way towards him, you tuck a section of his soft hair behind his ear, his eyes closing and Adam's apple bobbing at your touch. “I’m as real as they come, baby. Why don’t you relax and give me your coat, hmm?”

As you reach for the brown jacket and try to push it off his shoulders, he flinches and backs away, hugging himself tightly. The sudden movement surprises you, and you quickly pull back, giving him space. His eyes are wide, like a deer caught in headlights, and you can see the internal struggle playing out in his mind. His face is flushed, and there's a mixture of fear and embarrassment etched into his features.

He quickly shakes his head, realising he startled you into a confused pout. “S-sorry! It’s just the money and condoms are in here and I…I think I might still be a little on edge considering this place is…well, it’s creepy as shit.”

Laughing loudly, you do a mix of nodding and shaking your head, puzzled by his reaction but understanding his apprehension of letting just anyone touch his belongings; God knows you’ve been held at knifepoint once or twice around this area. Your laughter, genuine and bright, seems to relax him a bit. 

“That’s okay, Heeseung,” you say, throwing your hands up in a non-threatening gesture in an attempt to ease his tension, which works surprisingly well. You can see his grip on his arms loosen just a bit. “How about you hang it up behind the door?”

Heeseung looks over his shoulder and sees the empty hook, calling out for his slightly battered jacket. Whipping it off, he clenches it in his hands as though he is wringing it of water - probably his sweat - and perks up again, the nerves still evident in his voice. “Do I give you the money now or?”

You smile at his earnestness, understanding his need to follow the process correctly. His vulnerability is endearing, and you feel a protective instinct kicking in. “Normally, I would take the money upfront but since I trust you not to run away, we can sort it out before you go.” It’s a generous offer in Heeseung’s mind, but in yours, you just don’t know whether he is going to make it past touching one of your tits, so it’s better to actually charge him for what you do rather than jumping the gun.

Heeseung’s eyes widen slightly at your trust, and you can see the relief washing over him. He nods vigorously, his movements still somewhat jerky but more controlled now. “Thank you,” he mumbles, his voice soft but sincere. “I appreciate it.”

As he hangs his jacket on the hook, you can see his hands trembling slightly. He takes a deep breath, his chest rising and falling as he tries to steady himself. When he turns back to you, there’s a flicker of determination in his eyes, mingled with the lingering nervousness.

Turning around, you are suddenly standing there, your body almost pressed against his. “Come on, sit down for a minute,” you say seductively, code-switching into your sex worker persona with ease. It doesn’t take much, just lowering your voice slightly and hooding your eyes over seems to work for most men, and by Heeseung’s expression and nervous shuffle of his feet, it clearly works for him too.

You reach for his hand, and he instantly flinches, but soon gives way for you to wrap your hands around three of his fingers, slowly guiding him to sit on the edge of the bed. His breath hitches as your touch sends shivers down his spine, the warmth of your skin against his sending a jolt of electricity through him.

Heeseung’s heart pounds in his chest as he sits down, the bed sinking slightly under his weight. He can feel the heat of your body radiating against his, your closeness both comforting and intimidating. His mind races with a whirlwind of emotions—fear, desire, anticipation—all swirling together in a dizzying haze.

You sit beside him, your thigh pressing against his, and he can feel the warmth of your skin seeping through the fabric of his trousers. The sensation sends a shiver down his spine, and he can feel his cheeks flushing with heat. He swallows hard, trying to calm the rapid fluttering of his heart. He shifts uncomfortably, his nerves getting the better of him. But your presence is calming, your touch gentle and reassuring.

“Baby, we don’t have to do this if you don’t want to,” you assure him, bringing your hand to play with the hairs on the nape of his neck. 

The action causes his body to instantly fold inside itself, melting as you ease him gently into a state of comfort. He hasn’t been touched by a girl in the way you are right now, the closest he’s gotten is a handhold in primary 5 because his friends forced a girl to date him during lunch, so the way your long nails tickle his heated skin only gives his cock a reason to twitch. 

Shaking his head, tensing slightly when he looks into your kind eyes. “No, no, I want to. I’m just not used to talking to girls, or looking at them, or being in the same room as them…” He begins to waffle, talking about everything he has never done with a girl and you find his honesty endearing.

“You haven’t kissed a girl either, have you?” you ask with a hint of amusement. 

“Twice? I think. But they weren’t with tongues,” the shy boy cowards with his confession, scared of being scrutinised by the one person who is supposed to be helping him with all of this. He might just die if you start to point and laugh at him. But to his surprise, you nod understandingly. 

In your world of sex and adultery, it isn’t usually a question. Everyone, especially at twenty-two has probably at least been kissed, but you don’t judge him for not being experienced in even that field. There is a vulnerability and sadness in Heeseung’s eyes that tell you everything you need to know about him; he’s quiet, timid, lacks confidence, and obviously doesn’t venture outside his friend group

You smile reassuringly, your hand still clasping his as you nod in consideration. “It’s okay, Heeseung,” you say softly, your voice filled with warmth and understanding. “We’ll take things slow, at your pace. And I promise, there’s no judgment here…I do have to make sure you’re of age though, y’know, caution and all that.”

It’s not that you think he is lying, you just need to be careful with clients like this, particularly virgins because sometimes it can be a boy chancing his arm at a shot to lose his virginity, and you are not catching a case for a few hundred quid. 

Nodding, Heeseung understands what you mean and points to his jacket. “My provisional license is in my chest pocket. The one on the right,” he instructs. He would go get it himself but his legs are boneless with your proximity, so to save him embarrassment, he’ll let you venture for it.

You release his hand with a tender squeeze before walking to the door and reaching for his jacket, your fingers deftly searching through the pocket until you find his provisional license. With a quick glance to confirm his age, you let out a breath of relief. Everything checks out.

He is also super handsome despite the stoic face and reputation that licenses have for making people look ugly, which you think is unfair but don’t comment. Your driver's license looks like you’ve been swallowed by Jabba the Hutt and regurgitated back up, so the envy you are feeling is real right now.

Suppressing the green monster at Heeseung’s flawless appearance, you slip his license back into his pocket and make your way back to him, your movements slow and deliberate. As you draw nearer, you can see the anticipation in his eyes, his gaze fixed on you with a mixture of nerves and lust.

Teasingly, you undo the tie of your thin robe, letting it open slightly and revealing a tantalising glimpse of what Heeseung is paying for. The fabric falls away, exposing the curve of your left breast, perfectly formed and enticing.

Heeseung’s eyes widen at the sight, his breath catching in his throat as he takes in the sight before him. His cheeks flush crimson, and you can see the desire burning in his eyes as he drinks in every inch of your exposed skin. 

This is his first time seeing a boob in the flesh and by God does porn not do it justice. Yours are just what he wants, the perfect size, look, and probably feel; he really needs to thank Jongseong for choosing you for this because he thinks he has hit the jackpot. 

Licking his lips, his eyes trace down to your panties and it instantly makes him squirm in place. They match your robe, a soft baby pink but the main body of them is seethrough, decorated by small pink hearts and a delicate bow on the side. The band of them are a pale rose, popping the colour of your skin beneath them. 

Seeing his reaction boosts your ego and you turn around, letting the silk drop at your feet as you glance back at him playfully, wiggling your bum to show how the panties are actually a thong that sits perfectly between your plump cheeks.

Heeseung doesn’t know where to look, your naked back, your peachy ass, or your beautiful featured face. So he decides what any virgin in his situation would do and looks away, staring at the popcorn ceiling that has leak stains on it.

Giggling, you walk over to him and straddle his lap, flicking your hair to the back to leave your breasts bare and in perfect sight for him to ogle at. Yet, he still doesn’t move. With a playful huff, you cup his face, your false nails scratching behind his ear as you pull him back to look at you.

“You’re going to have to look at me, baby,” you tease, angling his head and your body so his eyes have nowhere to look but your tits. 

They’re even better up close and if Heeseung were any other man, he would be taking your perky nipple into his mouth and starting this session with ease. But he is not any other man, he is a virgin who drools at the sight of any Playboy or Zoo magazines in the windows of shops and then immediately feels guilty because he hates objectifying women in any way shape or form.

He even feels guilty for his cock twitching in his pants every time you call him baby, knowing you’re feeling how it’s practically jumping to be released from its confines and in your grasp.

Sensing his apprehension to make a move, you decide to take the lead slowly by kissing his forehead, your tits hitting his chest as you push further onto him with the movement. “We’ll start by kissing and see where it goes, yeah?”

Your voice is forgiving and reassuring, the pads of your thumbs stroking his cheeks with fondness that only makes him mewl out slightly. You stifle the laugh because you know how humiliated he will feel if you do, not understanding that the cause of your amusement isn’t due to his whining but rather how much you’re enjoying how lost in your touch he is.

Gently, you take his hands and place them on your waist, giving him as much guidance as you can without it becoming demanding. He tenses as he feels your velvety skin, your perfume enveloping him in a mask of florals and vanilla.

"Relax, Heeseung," you say calmly, your voice soothing and encouraging. "We will go as far as you want, and we can stop at any time. Just say the word, okay?

Heeseung nods, meeting your gaze with a mix of anxiety and trust. "Okay," he replies, just above a whisper.

Moving his hands up your back, Heeseung slowly eases into feeling you, gaining confidence with each tender stroke. His touch is gentle, almost reverent, and it sends a shiver of pleasure down your spine. It's a welcome change from the roughness you're used to with your last client in this slot, and you find yourself sinking into the sensation, enjoying the intimacy of a man's touch for the first time in a long time.

It makes you wonder if this is what having a boyfriend would be like.

Heeseung’s eyes haven’t left your breasts, committing every bump of your areola and stretch mark that creates a beautiful symphony of elegant but sexy, each nipple unique in its appearance and direction. There’s nothing better than your boobs at this moment in time; he would pay you the £300 right now if just for one squeeze.

Then it hits him - he could hold them if he wanted to, that’s what he is here to do after all.

Ghosting his fingers up your back, he creates a path for them to cascade from your shoulders to the top of your breast. You feel a surge of anticipation as he gets closer, his touch sending sparks of pleasure through your body, your cunt starting to drip at the gentle caress.

He stops for a while, contemplating his next move. His eyes look up to yours pleadingly, the virginity shining through his iris’. “Can I?” he asks, seeking permission before delving in.

The act of consent fills you with warmth, and without hesitation, you nod, a reassuring smile playing on your lips. “Anything you want to do, baby,” you assure him, your voice filled with encouragement. 

Heeding your words, Heeseung finally makes his move, his digits whispering to your skin, giving them a tentative rub as he watches the skin melt around him. His thumb strokes over your left nipple, playing with it as if it were a fragile piece of art that he was too scared to break.

For some reason, the act is making you emotional, the way he is so delicately touching you. Never in your career have you seen something so pure and heartwarming. Every other virgin that has called you is just trying to stick it in your hole, never caring about your feelings or comfort.

Lifting his face up, you stare into his eyes with an underlying sparkle of adoration. If you could keep him as a client forever, you would, but you fear that this will be the last and only time with him, so you need to make it count.

You lean in, lips hovering over his petal-like ones and wait there for a moment, a silent ask for consent. It’s only fair considering his decency towards you.

With a nod and a stuttering motion, he presses his lips to yours oh-so-sheepishly. The touch is feather-light, almost tentative, and you can feel his nervousness in the way his lips tremble against yours. Yet there's a sweetness to it, a genuine curiosity and yearning that tugs at your heartstrings.

You respond gently, your lips moving softly against his, guiding him with tender patience. The kiss is slow, unhurried, and as you deepen it slightly, you feel him relax, his hands finding their way to your waist, gripping you a little tighter. His lips part instinctively, and you take the opportunity to slide your tongue against his, eliciting a soft gasp from him.

Heeseung’s reaction is immediate, his body responding to the new sensation with a mixture of surprise and pleasure. You can feel the tension melting away from him, replaced by growing confidence as he starts to explore the kiss with a bit more boldness. His hands roam cautiously, tracing the curve of your hips and the small of your back, his touch still delicate but increasingly assured.

Breaking the kiss, you rest your forehead against his, both of you breathing heavily. The intimacy of the moment hangs in the air, thick and heady, and you can see the mix of emotions playing out on his face - desire, excitement, and a lingering trace of apprehension.

“You’re doing so well, Heeseung,” you murmur softly, your fingers gently stroking the nape of his neck. “Just let yourself feel, and don’t worry about anything else.”

Heeseung’s eyes glisten with a mixture of gratitude and relief, and he nods, swallowing hard. “Okay,” he whispers, his voice steadier now. “Thank you.”

“You’re thanking me for kissing you?” you giggle, pecking his lips quickly. “How about I give you something to thank me for, to make sure you’re ready, hmm?”

Heeseung’s eyes widen, knowing exactly the act you’re alluding to, and he nods like an excited boy, a grin plastering on his face that exhibits disbelief and glee.

You guide him to lie back on the bed, the soft creak of the mattress punctuating the moment. Heeseung’s body is tense with anticipation, his hands clutching at the sheets as he watches you with a mixture of awe and nervous excitement. You feel a wave of tenderness for him, this young man who is putting his trust in you, hoping you can make this experience as good as he's imagined.

“Just relax,” you purr, your hands trailing down his chest, fingers brushing over his taut muscles that are hiding under his t-shirt. You can feel the rapid beat of his heart beneath your fingertips. “I’m going to take care of you.”

Slowly, you work your way down his body, your lips planting soft kisses along his chest and lift up the hem of his shirt to pepper some on his stomach. Each touch elicits a small gasp from him, his body reacting to the new sensations with a mix of surprise and pleasure. You can feel his muscles relaxing under your touch, his trust in you growing with each gentle caress. You feel a strange mix of responsibility and pride, wanting to show him just how good it can feel to be touched and cared for.

Reaching the waistband of his jeans, you look up at him, your eyes meeting his. “Is this okay?” you ask, giving him one last chance to change his mind.

“Yes,” he breathes out, his voice barely a whisper. “Please.”

With his consent, you unbutton his trousers and slowly slide them down, his boxers following suit. Heeseung’s erection springs free, his breath hitching as the cool air hits his heated skin. You take a moment to admire him, your fingers tracing delicate patterns along his length, feeling the tension and anticipation coiled within him. There's a sense of reverence in this moment, understanding the weight of trust he has placed in you.

“Just relax,” you repeat, your voice soothing as you wrap your hand around his shaft, giving it a gentle squeeze. He’s at least 6 inches and girthy, making your pussy clench at the thought of him being inside of you. “It’s a shame you’re not letting girls hit it, your cock is fucking spectacular.”

Heeseung’s face flushes with pride and embarrassment as you lower your head, your breath ghosting over his tip. “Oh, this is really happening…okay….fuck…” he breathes out, face turning red and eyes closing as he braces himself for the first contact. No one’s mouth has come this close to his cock so the feeling is overwhelming to his virgin mind.

You watch as his eyes flutter shut, his lips parting in a silent gasp and slowly take him into your mouth, your tongue swirling around his head, tasting the salty bead of pre-cum that has gathered there. His taste is new, unfamiliar, but not unpleasant - almost clean and without the taste of battery acid some of the men you work with have -  and you relish the sounds he makes in response.

Heeseung’s reaction is immediate, his hips bucking slightly as a strangled moan escapes his lips. You place your hands on his hips, holding him steady as you begin to move, your mouth sliding up and down his length in a slow, rhythmic motion. The intimacy of this act, the connection you feel with him, makes your own body respond, a warmth pooling between your thighs.

His fingers dig into the sheets, his knuckles white as he tries to keep himself grounded, his breaths coming in short, sharp gasps. You can feel the tension building within him, the way his body trembles with each pass of your lips and tongue. You can sense his struggle to remain composed, his vulnerability on full display, and it makes you want to give him everything he needs.

Heeseung is doing everything in his power not to bust a nut right now, holding back as best as he can. He is also trying not to scream out a tiny ‘Yipee’ at the feeling of your tongue swirling the head of his cock. He’s trying to think of anything that isn’t sexy; his gran, Tony Blair, the old milkman that he swore spat in the milk before he delivered it. Yet, nothing is working because you are that fucking good, your mouth is driving him crazy that he genuinely thinks he could go insane.

You increase your pace slightly, your hand joining in to stroke the base of his shaft in time with your movements, and you can tell he’s close. His moans grow louder, his hips straining against your grip as he teeters on the edge of release. The power you hold over him in this moment is intoxicating, yet you wield it with care, wanting his first experience to be unforgettable.

And unforgettable it will be because just as Heeseung is seeing stars, the door swings open, revealing an angry and brute man. His face is red, sweating from the heat outside, his bald spot gleaming in the overhead light from outside, and his beer belly hanging over his two-sizes-too-small jeans, barely covered by the black worn-out t-shirt.

Charging in, he grips your hair, pulling out chunks of it and possibly some of your scalp as he rips your mouth off of Heeseung’s painfully hard cock. You scream in agony, tears pricking your eyes as he drags you around the room like a ragdoll.

Heeseung's euphoria crashes into a pit of dread, his heart pounding in fear as he scrambles to understand what’s happening. The shock freezes him momentarily, but seeing you in pain snaps him into action. He leaps from the bed, his mind racing with panic and the urgent need to help you. 

But he doesn’t know what to do, his hands trembling and stomach tied in knots as he watches the man lift you up by your hair swinging you around as if you are nothing but a paintbrush he is trying to beat dry.

“You little slut!” the man yells, grabbing your throat with his free hand and pushing you against one of the walls. “This is my session, bitch. I pay you to fuck me, not suck off this toothpick!” The grip on your throat tightens with every syllable spat in your face.

You kick your legs in a pathetic attempt to get the man off you, your air cutting off as your face burns red with struggle. You take a good look at the man and realise it’s your client who usually has your 2pm slot, the same man who tried to force himself on you in your last session and ignored your boundaries. It happens sometimes in this job but they don’t typically come back and try to kill you, at least not in your experience.

Girls at your old job warned you about this, sharing detailed encounters with disgruntled punters, but never did you think that you would be confronting one so early on. He used to be a nice guy, tipping well and never being handsy when it was uncalled for, so when he tried to slip it in a hole only reserved for birthdays, you instantly told him to get out and never come back.

Yet, here he is, choking you out in front of a man you barely know, probably terrifying him for the rest of time. He came here to lose his virginity, not gain trauma.

Heeseung's heart pounds with fear and anger. The man’s violent outburst had shattered any lingering nervousness, replacing it with a fierce determination to protect you. His initial shock melts away, leaving only a raw, primal need to help you. He can't let this happen, not after what you've done for him, not to someone who’s shown him such kindness.

His eyes lock onto the lamp on the bedside table, contemplating his next move. He isn’t equipped for this but he has to make sure you’re safe at any cost. You don’t deserve this, no woman does, you provide a service that most men take advantage of - but not him, he won’t let this brute of a man win. 

Apparently, you have the same mentality, your eyes searching the room for any object nearby. Your vision starts to black out, flashes of unconsciousness flickering over your eyes as you see a vase placed close to your right. It’s a stretch, but you reach out to grab it, your arm going limp and legs losing the fight but that determination in your body courses through and creates enough adrenaline to pinch the top of the vase.

With a swift motion, you lazily but forcefully thump him over the head with it. The blow lands with a thickening thud and the vase shatters into pieces, some of it cutting your arms as they ricochet down onto the ground. The grip on your throat eases ever so slightly as the attacker’s eyes roll to the back of his head for a moment, giving you the much-needed chance to breathe.

Heeseung, caught up in planning his own attack, grabs the lamp, the weight feeling solid and reassuring in his hands. He doesn’t think twice as he swings it with all his might, aiming for the man’s head.

“Let her go!” Heeseung screams, his voice cracking but filled with rage. He catches the man again with the base of the metal lamp, this time on his temple, forcing him to stumble back.

You gasp for air, collapsing to the floor as the man’s grip finally releases. Focusing your eyes on his face, you see the life drain from his body, the snarl that once painted his features now relaxing, face paling instantly as you see him wobble before crashing to the ground beside you.

Clinging to yourself out of adrenaline and fear, you cough, still gasping for needed air and that’s when you see it, the blood rushing from the guy’s head, leaking onto the carpet and staining it crimson with every passing second. Heeseung notices the damage just as quickly as you do, eyes widening and his head shaking, adamant that the man can’t be what he thinks he is.

“Oh my god,” Heeseung whispers, his voice trembling with shock. He drops the lamp, the clatter against the floor barely registering in his mind. “Is he... did I...?” He stutters, unable to complete his sentence, the reality of the situation crashing down on him.

You swallow the lump in your throat, adrenaline puppeteering your body to scramble away from the body and stand up, your eyes trained on the man as your body searches for a perch to rest on. The telephone and trinkets clatter to the ground as you lean against the Chester drawers, your heart pounding so loud you swear you can hear sirens.

“We…we need to call an ambulance,” Heeseung mutters, looking between the man and his own murderous hands. He can’t believe he caused this, a man is lying on the floor, gushing blood from his head all because of him.

As soon as the sentence leaves Heeseung’s mouth, your eyes shoot to him in bewilderment, mouth drying up at the thought. “We need to get out of here, Heeseung, we can’t call an ambulance.”

“We can’t just leave him here!” he protests, mirroring your confused expression.

“If an ambulance comes, then the police will, and we are fucked,” you exclaim in a rushed whisper, aware of your surroundings in the thin-walled hotel, not to mention the fact that the door is still wide open for anyone to stumble upon the brutality that has just occurred.

“It was self-defence!” he retorts, pointing to your neck as if punctuating the sentence with evidence.

You tremble, holding your throat and shaking your head, tears brimming in your eyes despite the urge in you to stay strong; you have never once been a crier, and you refuse to start now, not when you need to keep your head in the game and stay focused. “I’m a sex worker, Heeseung! They’ll lock me up in a minute and blame me for everything.”

Your brain betrays you, flashing with what could happen to you if the police even caught a whiff of you being here. It would automatically be your fault, no matter your plea of innocence. The authorities hate you despite most of them using call girls to relieve themselves in ways they won’t let their wives. You can see it now: the media frenzy, the courtroom, the cold, judgmental eyes of the jurors.

Heeseung’s eyes widen with understanding and fear, his breath coming in quick, shallow gasps. “What do we do?” he whispers, desperation lacing his voice. “I can’t go to jail, Y/N, they will eat me alive.” 

Looking at him, you see how scared he is and you suddenly feel remorse over every other emotion that swirls in your body. He might have battered him over the head but it was you who was behind the reason; the boy felt an obligation to help you because he was here and afraid for your wellbeing. There is no way you can leave him to face this alone. It gnaws at you because you knew you should have either moved time or location, your gut telling you to do so only yesterday, but you ignored it, telling yourself that you were overreacting.

“We need to get out of here. Now,” you say with urgency, reaching over the dead weight of a man and grabbing your robe, tying it quickly around your practically naked body. “Grab your stuff, we’ll go down the back stairs, my car is in the worker's lot.”

“Where would we go? They know that we’re here,” Heeseung protests, running his hands through his hair in frustration, grabbing handfuls and tugging harshly as if trying to wake himself up from this nightmare.

Exasperated, you roll your eyes and snatch your bag from the end of the bed. You manoeuvre yourself around the room with desperate urgency, the breaths you are heaving out fueling you to think straight and keep to a plan. It’s pure fear that is driving your body right now, but you don’t fight it. Instead, you let it take you to safety and away from the carnage that you suddenly don't dare to look at.

Seeing you move with immediateness to the door, Heeseung subconsciously follows you like a lost puppy. Unfortunately for him, his fight-or-flight response has a third option: go into a state of haze. He doesn’t know what to do, and the bright idea that caused the mess before him only makes him doubt his mind about the next move, so he’ll follow you for now.

As you glance back at him, you see one slight issue, causing you to halt in your tracks, sparking confusion on his face, those bambi eyes you noticed now in full swing, making your heart flutter in the most awkward of times. Shaking it off, you turn your body and look down. “Uh, Heeseung?”

“What is it? What’s wrong, Y/N?” he asks nervously, his voice trembling with uncertainty.

Closing your eyes, you take a deep breath, steadying yourself before you speak. “You might need your pants,” you explain, opening your eyes and glancing pointedly at his semi-hard cock.

Heeseung’s face flushes a bright red, emulating the shade of a ripe tomato before he nods. His eyes dart around the room, searching for his clothes, only to spot his trousers and pants trapped under the dead man’s body. The sight of it sends a fresh wave of panic through him, his breath hitching in his throat. “Oh no... they’re under him,” he mumbles, his voice tinged with dread.

You take another deep breath, steeling yourself. “You have to move him, just enough to get your clothes. Can you do that?”

“Oh, yeah, just watch me heave up a 300-pound man off my Levis. Look at me, Y/N, I’m hardly a fucking gym rat.” The deflation and anguish in his voice are palpable as he walks around to the side where his jeans lie trapped.

You know he doesn’t mean to be rude to you, that it’s the fear talking, but you do miss when he was shy and couldn’t even form a coherent sentence without stuttering. At least then he wasn’t semi-shouting at you.

“Okay, okay,” you say softly, trying to calm him down. “We’ll do it together. I’ll help you.” You crouch down beside him, the closeness of the dead man making your stomach churn, but you push through it. You have to.

Heeseung’s hands are shaking as he reaches out, his fingers trembling as they touch the dead man’s shoulder. You can see the revulsion in his eyes, the sheer disbelief that he’s in this situation. With a deep breath, he steels himself, looking at you for reassurance.

“We can do this,” you say firmly, giving him a small nod. “On three, okay? One, two, three.”

Together, you heave, your muscles straining as you push the heavy, lifeless body just enough to free Heeseung’s clothes. The man’s weight is immense, and it takes every ounce of strength you both have. The dead weight shifts slightly, and Heeseung quickly grabs his trousers and pants, pulling them free with a grunt.

“Got them,” he says, his voice a mix of relief and horror as he scrambles to his feet, stepping away from the body as quickly as he can.

You stand up as well, wiping your hands on your robe, trying to rid yourself of the feeling of death that clings to your skin. “Hurry, put them on. We need to get out of here.”

Heeseung nods, his movements hurried and shaky as he pulls on his trousers and pants. The adrenaline pumping through his veins makes him fumble with the buttons, his hands still trembling. You watch him, your heart pounding in your chest, willing him to move faster.

Once he's dressed, you hastily grab his hand, pulling him out of the room and leading him to the backstairs, aiming for your trusty old Austin Metro. Your heart feels like it's about to burst out of your chest, the adrenaline of fear coursing through your veins. How could this happen to you? You were just trying to live your life and make some money, not become an accomplice to murder.

Heeseung's thoughts mirror yours, his mind reeling at the sudden turn of events. All he wanted was to lose his virginity, not become entangled in a murder. As his feet scurry behind yours on the stone steps of the hotel, he realises there's no way out of this. There's no one to save him; this experience has irrevocably altered his life, but not in the way he ever imagined.

He walked into that room as a virgin, but now he's leaving as a murderer.

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Tidal Waves

siren!lee heeseung x reader [afab]

genre: smut

concept: you've spent your whole life on the water. it's a part of you, it's who you are. at this point, it feels like the ocean is an old friend and there's nothing left in it that you don't know. how wrong you are...

w/c: 11.2k

warning: siren au, monster au, boating, water / open water, attempted / almost drowning, sea creature, tentacles; sexually explicit content; dub con, fingering, light oral play (f. receiving), monster tongue, tentacle sex, clit / nipple play, inhuman genitalia (mentions of a sheath / concealed genitals), unprotected sex, mentions of squirting, creampie

Standing out on the bow, you breath in the salty sea air greedily. The air is hot and thick, balmy with the sea breeze as the weather turns. It’s so close to boating season you can almost taste it, eager to get out on the water again. The ocean laps at the front of the boat, beckoning it forward into the waves, the ropes tying it to the dock keeping it from floating out into open water. You sigh softly to yourself, letting your eyes scan the marina, knowing you aren’t the only one excited to get out there. 

“Ready to go?” Jay asks, and you turn away from the water reluctantly. “C’mon, it’s getting late,” he tells you, reaching a hand out towards you. You reluctantly take the hand offered to you, climbing off the railing off the boat. The sailboat, despite being in good condition, creaks as you step down, using Jay’s grip on your hand to balance yourself as you come down. Your sneakered feet hit the deck and he lets go, nodding to the dock. “Let’s get going,” he tells you and you tuck your hands into the front pocket of your windbreaker. 

The ocean glitters silver and gold as the sun coasts down towards the horizon, you and your cousin stepping off the boat and onto the dock. Jungwon and Sunoo are already waiting for the two of you, the four of you having spent the whole day cleaning up the boat to get it sea ready for when you’re allowed to take it out onto the ocean. 

You and Jay grew up here, right on the ocean, only growing up a couple of houses away from one another. Without any siblings of your own, you grew up more like siblings than cousins, running back and forth to each other’s houses, playing in the mud and the beach and the marina. The marina, that you’ve called home ever since you were young enough to climb aboard a boat. Your home away from home, the rocking of the boat, the salty smell of the ocean familiar and comforting. 

Your family are sailors, at least they used to be. A long, long time ago. Now half the marina practically belongs to your family, having taken ownership of the docks some several generations ago. You and Jay are the heirs in a long line of sea-bearing folk, the kind of people who just can’t imagine their lives away from the ocean. The two of you have been around boats your whole lives, and this sailboat is Jay’s, the first of many you’re sure. A 20th birthday gift from your parents and his, more cherished to him than his own car. 

As the weather turns towards hot days and warmer nights you fully expect to spend long days out on the ocean with Jay, and your two best friends Jungwon and Sunoo, old school friends of yours. You have no doubts that as soon as Jay’s able to break away from the dock, that’s all you’re going to be doing. It’s half the reason you’ve been so eager to help him with his boat, you don’t have one of your own yet (your parents keep hinting that maybe this year will be the year) but Jay would never leave you stranded on land. And thank God for that. 

“When do you think, hyung?” Jungwon asks, falling into step with Jay as the four of you head towards the parking lot along the edge of the water, further and further away from the siren’s call of the ocean. 

“Next week,” he says assuredly and Jungwon grins, his dimples digging into his cheeks. “She’s almost ready, she just needs a little more work. I’ll spend every day on her if I have to.” 

“Count me in,” you tell him and he glances over his shoulder at you, smiling. “Hey, if I help we can get her sea worthy twice as fast. I’d kill for that.” 

“Never met two people so obsessed with the ocean,” Sunoo comments, tipping his head back to stare up at the sky. “You guys act like you’ll die if you don’t get to be on the water.” 

“Maybe we will,” Jay retorts. “We’re sea bearing folk, Sunoo-yah.” 

“You have legs, don’t you?” He retorts, dropping his head back down to look critically at Jay. Jay rolls his eyes, climbing the stairs up to the parking lot.

You follow them with a light laugh, pausing at the top of the stairs. You turn to look out at the ocean again, watching the waves rise up, crest and then fall back down. It’s a calm day on the ocean, the boats all shift quietly against their docks, ropes twisting slightly in the breeze. You take in another deep breath, smiling softly to yourself as you let your eyes scan the horizon.

A dark shape catches your attention, out of the corner of your eye. You turn your head towards it, seeing what looks almost like a figure along a rock formation at the edge of the marina. You lean forward, curling your fingers around the railing of the stairs to steady yourself, squinting your eyes to try and figure out what it is. People don’t swim in the marina, it’s too dangerous with all the boats and other sea vehicles around. But it looks so much like a person.

The sun is nearly on the horizon now, casting the form you’re looking at into shadow, a black mass that looks like the head and shoulders of a person. You can’t make out any specific features but it moves suddenly, twisting like it can feel your eyes on it. When it does, you flinch back, surprised by the sudden movement, only for it to drop down into the water, submerging itself in the waves. It disappears just like that, causing you to blink hard, shaking your head, unsure of what you just saw. 

“Yah, Y/N!” Jay calls out and you turn away from the railing. “C’mon, my appa’s expecting us,” he reminds you. You nod in agreement, stepping away from the stairs, jogging over to meet them at the car. 

Out in the water, the figure lifts their eyes just above the water, watching your figure run away from the railing. You disappear and they slip underneath the waves. 

The four of you end up on the water within the week, thanks to yours and Jay’s tenacity. The two of you manage to pull the boat together in just a few days, new ropes, a clean deck, even washing down the outside of her. Her name, ORANGE FLOWER, gleams golden where it’s been painted onto the hull. Jay grins at you, just as excited about getting on the water as you.

When you get out onto the water, the day is perfect. Sun high, water blue and calm, a warm breeze weaving through the air, tossing your hair around. You sit out on the bow as Jay starts the boat up to take the four of you out. Jungwon and Sunoo both cheer when she turns over easily, Jay guiding the white and orange boat out into the water confidently. You glance back over at your cousin, finding him through the windshield, his sunglasses over his eyes, leaning back in his seat like he’s done this a thousand times. At this point, he might have. 

The bow cuts through the water like nothing, leaving a wide wake of foam behind you. The coast gets further and further away and you lean back, arms on the railing, the sun on your face. This is what the summer is to you, the ocean beneath you, the purr of your cousin’s boat and not a single thing that you need to be doing otherwise. 

Once in open water, Jay and Jungwon go about the exact thing they came out here to do, and that’s fish. You’re not much for fishing but it’s an old sailor's pastime, so while they try to reel in a catch, you and Sunoo decide to do some sunbathing on the deck. The sun beams down on you brightly, but the ocean breeze keeps you from getting uncomfortably hot as the two of you lay down on the deck together, sunglasses on and coated in a layer of sun screen. 

The ocean rocks the boat slightly, a lullaby that’s almost enough to take you under. You fight the urge to sleep, knowing better than to fall asleep under a full sun. It’s too familiar, too comforting, you relax against your towel, thinking about how these days are so fleeting. 

A sudden lurch to the starboard side causes you to sit up, Sunoo as well. The two of you glance back towards the stern. 

“Not us!” Jungwon calls out from the back of the boat. You immediately get up to look, leaning over the railing to see if you can see whatever bumped the boat. It felt big, a little too big for your own comfort, Jungwon and Sunoo quickly doing the same while Jay starts the boat. Better safe than sorry, if you guys have managed to park near a particularly aggressive fish. 

You don’t think there’s many fish in this area that are big enough to lurch a boat this size though so you’re not quite sure what might be doing it. You push your glasses up to the top of your head, searching around the water while Jay pulls out a little further. Sunoo and Jungwon both depart from the side of the boat, content with Jay taking them away from where you previously were but you can’t stop yourself from looking around in the water, still trying to figure it out. 

As you pull away, you lift your gaze to see something rise up out of the water. You squint, trying to see it better despite the way Jay is pulling you away quickly. It’s a… person. This far out? You blink hard, sure you’re seeing things but it’s undeniably human, with golden skin and red hair. The further you get the harder it is to see them until they’re too small to make out any features and they slip back beneath the waves. 

“Did you see it?” Sunoo asks, and you tear your gaze from the ocean to see Sunoo at your shoulder. “What hit the boat?” He elaborates and you open your mouth only to close it, shaking your head. 

“No,” you tell him. “I thought I did but… we’re too far away now.” 

“Must’ve been big,” Sunoo comments, walking away from you, towards the helm. 

“Yeah,” you agree. “Must’ve been.” 

You manage to convince yourself that it wasn’t a person. The boat was far enough out that it would’ve been nearly impossible for someone to swim out to you, no matter the calmness of the water. You definitely saw something, you’re just not quite sure what it was. It doesn’t matter though, nothing else hit the boat all day long and when Jay brought the boat back into port that night you all went home a little tanner than you started the day, sporting a pretty decent haul of fish. It was a good day and you don’t want to sully that with whatever strange hallucination you might’ve had out in the ocean. You drink two gatorades that night to fight dehydration and ignore it. 

You don’t go back out on the ocean until a week later, and the weather isn’t nearly as nice. It’s still good for a day out but the sky is overcast and the ocean is a little less clear and calm. Still, you and Jay persist to spend some time out on the ocean, Jungwon and Sunoo sitting this one out. 

Really, the only reason you and Jay are willing to go out on a day like this is because you’ve both had a long week. Your parents have been harping on the both of you consistently, complaining about the fact that the two of you only seem to care about the ocean, about boating, when you should be thinking more seriously about your futures. The two of you met at the marina and didn’t even have to say anything to each other before descending the stairs and climbing aboard the old sailboat, ready to take on the ocean no matter what the weather looked like. 

“Kind of ridiculous, isn’t it?” Jay comments, guiding the boat out into open water. You’re sitting in his copilot's seat today, knees pulled up, feet on the edge of the chair. You look over at him. “They raised us. They brought us out to the marina almost every day when we were kids. They didn’t really think we wouldn’t want to do this, did they?” You snort to yourself, looking back out the windshield. “It’s who we are now.” 

“I know,” you agree. “You ever think you could live away from the ocean?” 

“Never,” Jay answers you immediately. “I’m not built like that.” 

“Me neither,” you reply. 

You’re well out in open water by the time Jay has stopped the boat, and you get out of the seat, out from behind the safe walls of the helm, walking out onto the deck. The clouds are moving in faster now but neither of you pay it any mind as Jay joins you at the bow of the ship, sitting down at the edge of the railing. It’s already starting to get late, you can’t be out too late or your parents are both going to be furious with you, but you’ll stay out as long as you dare, breathing in the ocean and letting the gentle sound of rolling waves calm you down. 

The boat rocks suddenly, a little harder than if it was just the waves, and Jay climbs off the bow to get back behind the wheel. You move to get off the bow, but the boat suddenly lurches again, causing your foot to slip out from underneath you. 

“Jay!” You scream, and he turns just in time to watch you fall off the bow. He scrambles across the deck to try and grab you but he’s too late. You splash down into the water, right into the swirling waves. 

“Fuck,” he curses, pulling his jacket off to dive into the water after you.

You know how to swim, of course you do. You grew up on the water, you’re a very strong, capable swimmer, but it’s hard to get your bearings as the water tosses you around, the waves throwing you around like you weigh nothing at all. The weight of your clothes isn’t helping, your jeans tight to your skin, your windbreaker practically strangling you as you try to turn over and find which way is up. You’re thankful for the hand that grabs your arm, hauling you up to the surface. 

You cling to Jay, trying to catch your breath as he tows you back towards the boat. You try to keep up with him, still weighed down by your clothes and the water. He’s just gotten to the ladder on the side of the boat, trying to pull you up with him when something wraps around your ankle, pulling you down. 

You scream, trying to cling to Jay’s hand, pulling yourself up and Jay reaches down to take both of your hands but whatever has you is stronger. Whatever it is, it tightens its grip around your ankle, pulling harder and harder. Jay struggles to pull you from the water but he can’t. A slithery, slippery feeling wraps higher and higher up your leg, until it’s tangled around your knee, nearly your thigh and you can’t hold onto Jay any longer. 

Your wet hands slip from his and you fall beneath the surface again. You’re tugged beneath the roiling waves, further and further, until the surface is distant and warped. You can’t breathe, you’re panicking, looking around frantically for what might have you. 

When you look at your leg you see a long, red tentacle wrapped all the way up your leg, suckers pressing down into your jeans, the strong muscles flexing under the slick skin. You reach down to try and wedge it off of you, but you’re getting weak, your struggling has left you too tired to fight back. As it is, you can’t breathe and the lack of oxygen is bringing you further and further down, your vision blurring at the edges.

You hit the floor of the ocean, sand and rocks under your body, under your hands. The tentacle deftly unwraps from around your leg but you’re too tired to swim up. Your eyes fall shut, the world going black around you. 

You come to, coughing up salty ocean water, turning over to try to spit it all up. Your body aches, your lungs burn as you try to take in a deep breath, chest heaving. You roll back onto your back once you can breathe again, too weak to even try and get up. You blink up at the sky, which has turned dark, stars staring down at you. You’re lying on sand, you can feel it underneath you, sticking to your wet body, getting in your hair and all over your clothes. You swallow around the sickness in your stomach, not sure you’re not going to throw up. Your head is still spinning, you drop your head back against the sand, trying to calm the racing of your heart, closing your eyes. 

“Don’t do that,” a soft voice advises and you blink your eyes open again. The night sky is blocked out by a dark, shadowy figure leaning over the top of you. “You might fall asleep. And I don’t really want to have to bring you back to shore again if you get washed out to sea.” 

“Again?” You croak. 

“Again,” they whisper. Gentle fingers brush over your cheek as they hum softly. “It’d be an awful shame for something as beautiful as you to get swept out to sea. I’m sure your family would miss you terribly.” 

“My⁠—” You sit up suddenly, startling them away from you. “Jay! He must be so worried.” 

“Don’t worry,” they say, but there’s a disappointed curl to their full lips. Their full lips that you can see now that you’re both sitting up. “He’s fine. I’m sure by now everyone’s looking for you. It won’t be long now.” 

The words they say go completely over your head as you take in their face. They’re undeniably handsome, with cherry red hair that falls into their eyes messily, still damp looking from the water. Their eyes are big and round, the most curious shade of dark gray. Your eyes travel over their high cheekbones, perfect nose that tapers to a soft point, their full, pink lips. Your gaze drifts down to the rest of them, their expression softening into one of intrigue as they lean back to let you get a better look at them. 

“Oh my god,” you gasp, finally taking them in in their entirety. Past their long neck, beautifully sculpted chest and toned stomach their golden skin melts into slippery, slick skin, the same cherry red as their hair. Past their hips is nothing but a messy tangle of tentacles, each adorned with suckers from base to tip. Your eyes run up and down their body, unable to believe what you’re looking at. A tentacle nudges your still sneaker clad foot, causing you to reflexively pull away. When you look back at their face they smile at you, with a mouthful of sharp teeth. Your breath catches. 

“What’s wrong?” They coo. “Not quite the prince charming you were hoping I would be.” They lean further over you, arms coming up to cage you against the sand. You stare up at them with wide eyes as they lean over you. You can feel their tentacles crawling over your jean clad legs, the memory of being pulled beneath the waves rising up in your mind. “You must be disappointed,” they tease you, two of their long, slick extremities around your ankles. 

“You pulled me under. You didn’t save me,” you say and they lift a brow at you. “You’re the reason I almost drowned.” 

“I wouldn’t have killed you,” they assure you, lifting a hand to brush their fingers over your cheek again. “I don’t kill people. Why would I? What would I get out of it?” They sigh, letting their fingers trace your jaw, down the side of your neck. “Letting you live, we both win.” 

“How do you win?” You ask, voice shaking. They smile down at you, gently cupping the side of your neck. 

“Are you not dangerously curious about me?” They ask. When they lean down, your breath catches again, their face so close you can feel the ghost of their breath over your lips and cheeks. “Or am I not interesting enough for you?” 

“Wh- what are you?” You finally gasp out. 

“I knew you’d ask,” they whisper, grinning down at you. “But it seems I don’t have the time.” You turn your head when he lifts his head, eyes sliding to the side. There are flashlights darting across the sand, a collection of tall crags and rocks still keeping the two of you hidden for a little while longer as they call out your name. When you turn back to them, they pull back, tentacles releasing your legs. “If you’re still curious, I’m sure you’ll find me again,” they tell you. They depart from you entirely, sliding down the sand and into the water. 

“Wait⁠—!” You call out but they disappear from view, into the inky abyss of the ocean. You can’t see them any longer and the voices and flashlights are getting closer. You turn towards them, struggling to get to your feet so you can meet them. You glance once more over your shoulder, sure you can feel their eyes on you even if you can’t see them. You swallow down your feeling of unease, stepping out from around the rocks to meet the search party. 

Everyone is, understandably, shocked and overjoyed that you’re okay. Jay cries on you, which might be the most emotion you’ve ever seen your cousin portray over you, when he meets you in the marina parking lot, which is less than a mile from the beach you washed up on. The beach that is coated in rock and crags, with only scarce sections of sand with enough room for you to wash up on. 

“You’re really lucky you didn’t get torn up on those rocks,” the medic that patches you up in the parking lot of the marina tells you, your legs hanging over the end of the ambulance. “You got out of that with very few scratches. I’m surprised.” Your hands are torn up, parts of your clothes too, but you’re nearly entirely unharmed otherwise. 

“Yeah,” you agree. “I got really lucky.” 

Some people start throwing around the word ‘miracle’ and you start to wonder if they’re right. After, you don’t know what else you would call that… creature that saved you. 

Well, “saved” you.

Your parents hardly let you out of their sight for at least a week after your “accident,” and you’re banned from the marina for at least two. You nearly threw a fit, being forced to stay away from the water feels like a death sentence, you can’t stand the idea of it. 

“You nearly drowned!” Your mother reasoned. 

“And I’ve been on boats countless times! This has never happened before! It was just an accident.” 

“An accident that could very well happen again. You’re not going to the marina.” 

They only allow you to go to the beach, a mile from the marina, during clear days. It’s a small consolation but the first day you can finally get out of the house and to the beach, by yourself, is a god sent. You feel like you can breathe again when you see the clear blue water, when you smell the salty sea air, when you feel the balmy ocean breeze on your skin again. You’re eager to get in the water again, even if it is only on the beach. 

The beach in question is quiet. It’s not much of a destination, being mostly covered in rocks and crags, little tide pools along the edge, small sections of sand being the only beachy parts. Still, it’s better than nothing. You wander over the crags with careful feet, your beach bag hanging from your shoulder, sunglasses on top of your head. 

You find the place where you “washed up” easily enough, even if it does look different in the daytime. You plop yourself down on the sand, looking out at the ocean, letting the sound of the waves and the birds overhead calm you down. You feel like you again, a full two weeks away from the ocean starting to make you feel insane. Even in the winter time you find yourself at the edge of the water, watching the waves crash against the coast even if you can’t be in it. 

Part of you hopes you see them again. You have so many questions, even more reservations, but they weren’t wrong. You are so curious about them, what they are, what they want. Your eyes start to scan the horizon, almost hoping that you see their familiar figure again, the cut of their broad shoulders against the sky, their vivid red hair appearing out of the blue ocean. You don’t see them though and you pull your legs up towards your chest, wrapping your arms around them as you look a little further around you. 

When you look to the right, you see a cordoned off area, yellow and black rope with a sign warning people to KEEP OUT, HIGH TIDE COVE. There are a lot of places around here like that, when the tide comes it can completely submerge the floor, the caves and coves around the beaches, making them dangerous to swimmers and beach goers. You, however, look past the sign to the cove it’s blocking off, the wall of rock that’s carved into a slight arch, the cliff overhead hanging above it. You can’t see much inside, it’s a well disguised hole in the wall of the beach. Carefully, you get to your feet. 

You walk across the hot sand, glancing around to make sure no one sees you. There’s hardly anyone around, only a few people much, much further down, by the actual sandy, beachy areas of the coastline, families and couples playing in the water. You turn back towards the rope, ducking underneath it. 

The rocks here are sharper, more difficult to navigate, but you manage to get over them and not hurt yourself, shimmying around the wall of rock that separates the cove from the rest of the beach. You’re not quite sure what you expect to find over here, but this seems as good a place as any for some kind of mythical creature to be hiding out in plain sight.

It’s damp and cool, blocked out from the sun with the cave walls around either side, the cliff overhead that reaches out towards the sea, a towering section of rock in front of the opening of the cave keeping the cliff up above suspended. The rocky floor is worn smooth here from high tide and you wander around, looking at the way the water laps at the edge of the cove. You can see where the stone slowly descends down into the waters, only to abruptly drop off not far from the edge. You wrap your arms around yourself, suddenly chilled as a breeze floats through. It’s while you’re looking up at the high ceiling of the cave when you hear something in the water. 

You turn back to see the water rippling, splashing against the stone, only for something to rise out of the waves. Your heart lodges itself in your throat when you see them again, red hair and golden skin, pushing their hair away from their face as they heave themselves up onto the ledge of rock. They haven’t even noticed you yet, shaking themselves off as they run their hands over their face, wiping water from their eyes. 

You shuffle towards them, going still when they suddenly stop moving. Abruptly, they turn towards you, startling you. You take a reflexive step back, a smile slowly making their way across their lips. 

“Hello, beautiful,” they greet you. “I’d started to think you’d forgotten about me.” 

Forgotten about them? Never. Impossible even, the idea that you might forget about whatever they are. It’s not every day you’re saved by a human… octopus… thing. Nearly every day you’ve thought about them, the desire to see the water nearly as bad as to figure out just what they are. 

“No,” you assure them and their smile gets bigger, sharp teeth on full display. “Uh… you never…” you walk closer, hesitantly. Turning towards you, their bottom half slips beneath the water again, making them appear almost human. You walk even closer, until you’re right in front of them. They look up at you from under their lashes and you carefully lower yourself down, sitting in front of them, your beach bag, sunglasses and sandals set aside. “You never told me what you are,” you finish, folding your legs up against your chest. 

“No, I didn’t,” they agree. “But wouldn’t you like to know my name first?” They offer. 

“Yes,” you agree. A name would certainly humanize them a little. You can’t keep thinking of them as a creature forever. 

“It’s Heeseung,” he practically purrs, leaning against the rock ledge. “And you are?” 

“Y/N,” you reply. 

“What a pretty name,” he tells you and you smile softly, shyly. “And you came back to see me? Well, I can’t say I’m not honored,” he says, reaching out to touch your ankle gently. You bite your lip as he runs the backs of his fingers up and down your shin gently. “But you came here for answers, didn’t you?” He lifts himself slightly out of the water, exposing where his human form meets his animal half, your breath catching when two tentacles snake out of the water, one of them replacing his fingers on your skin. You resist the urge to flinch away and he smiles at you. “Curious, aren’t you?” 

“I… have so many questions,” you admit and he leans further over the rocks, tilting his head at you. 

“Humans are so curious about everything,” he says. “It’s an admirable quality. It’s what brought you to me, after all.” He hums, lifting his eyes up as he thinks. “Well, there’s no actual answer as to what I am. I’m sure I’m far from the prince charming depiction humans have made others like me out to be,” he sighs. “What do you call them? Mermaids?” He teases you and you nod a bit shyly, still painfully aware of his tentacle stroking over your leg. 

“That’s… close, I guess,” you admit. “But you don’t look anything like that.” 

“No, I’m a little more… monstrous,” he says. The tentacle touching you suddenly wraps around your leg, pulling you to the edge of the pool. You yelp, surprised to suddenly be dragged towards him. With you much closer to him Heeseung leans in, your legs suddenly submerged in the water up to your knees. Your breath catches, your hands grabbing the stone to keep yourself upright. The tentacle weaves its way further up your leg, to your knee, stroking along the outside of it instead, the suckers pressing into your bare skin. “Are you scared of me, beautiful?” 

You should be, you think. Those tentacles of his are far too strong, obviously he can do whatever he wants with you. And those teeth, they’re so sharp and mildly disconcerting, it sort of worries you what he would even need teeth like that for. You’re clearly at his mercy like this, you should probably be more scared of him. But for some reason, the humanity in Heeseung’s eyes, the gentle way he touches you, the sweet way he speaks to you, it doesn’t scare you. You’re not afraid of him. 

“No,” you admit and he smirks. 

“How sweet,” he comments. “Creatures like me go by many names, and we’ve been confused with lots of other things too. Krakens, for example, monstrous things they are. I’m not that dangerous though.” He shifts to rest one arm on the other side of you, caging you against the stone. You swallow but don’t push him away, not that you think you could. Instead, you part your knees and he slips between them immediately, leaning up towards you with that dastardly little smirk on his lips. “No, I think humans mostly refer to things like me as… sirens.” He whispers and your heart stutters in your chest. 

Sirens. Sirens, creatures known to sing songs so alluring no one could ever deny them. They’re particularly well known for drawing sailors to their deaths, be it from crashing their boats into cliffs or literally eating them. To say that you suddenly feel less safe in his grasp would be a devastating understatement but Heeseung merely tilts his head at you, still smirking. 

“Did I say something wrong?” He teases you, clearly knowing exactly what you’re thinking. 

“You said you don’t kill people,” you say and he hums in agreement. “You don’t… eat them, do you?” 

“Eat them? Not in any literal sense,” he replies. “No, I’m afraid that any eating I do is a bit more… metaphorical.” His hands touch your thighs, gently easing them further apart. Your breath catches as you realize his meaning, his hands drifting inward, between your legs. “Oh, you do understand what I’m saying, don’t you?” Heeseung teases, pressing the backs of two of his fingers against the crotch of your swim bottoms. 

The knuckles of his fingers drag up and down the center of your bottoms, pressing right into your clit every time he strokes back up. You will yourself to stay still, not wanting to play right into his hands. Is this what sirens are actually like? Supposedly sirens are supposed to be unimaginably beautiful, or at the very least, glamoured to be beautiful. Irresistible, even. Heeseung certainly fits the bill, so is this what they really want? 

“So all those stories, about sirens, they’re all⁠—” 

“Did you really think they were true?” Heeseung asks, looking at you from under his lashes. “Beautiful, they’re nothing but wise tales, folklore. It’s a nasty thing they did to us, humans. I guess it’s just easier to portray us as the bad guys when the alternative is…” The tentacle around your leg suddenly comes unraveled, instead sliding across the stone to wrap around your wrists. You gasp as both of your wrists are tightly held, pulling you closer to him. Heeseung leans up towards your face, smiling in the most sinister of ways. “They’d have to admit they rather enjoyed everything we did to them.” 

Your breath comes out in heavy pants as he hooks his fingers under the material of your swim bottom, pulling them aside. Cool air ghosts over your bare cunt, making you shiver. He leans back to look, humming softly. 

“I’ll never quite understand it, the way a human’s sex is so vulnerable. Why, it takes nothing at all for me to touch it.” Heeseung demonstrates this point by running his fingertips up and down your slit, which is getting wetter by the second. You struggle against the tentacles holding your wrists, Heeseung tsking softly. “Now, now, don’t struggle. I’ll make you feel good, beautiful,” he assures you, lifting his other hand to spread you open. You whimper as he exposes you to him, catching his lower lip between his sharp teeth. “It’s been too long since I’ve been with a human. I almost forgot how wet you get.” He spreads your slick around where it’s leaking from your hole, then carefully eases his fingers inside of you. 

You gasp, hips jerking as you’re filled with his thick fingers. Heeseung looks up at you, studying your expressions as he pushes in and in and in until his fingers knuckle deep inside of you. You’re warm and wet inside, your eyelids are fluttering, chest heaving as pleasure courses through you. It’s almost painful, the way you’re stretched around him with such little prep, but so satisfying at the same time. 

Slowly, agonizingly, Heeseung pulls his fingers back out, only to slowly push them back in. You can feel the texture of his fingers, the bumps of his knuckles as he slowly fingers you. His attention bounces between the expressions you make, eyes rolling, mouth opening, soft moans spilling from your lips, and the way your cunt stretches to accommodate him. More and more fluid comes from your pussy, lubricating the slide, pooling around the base of his fingers the longer it goes on. You try to cant your hips up against his hand, but a pair of tentacles slither their way around your legs, all the way up to your thighs, keeping you pinned down against the stone. You whine, unable to move. 

“It’s important to be patient, beautiful,” Heeseung tells you, spreading his fingers inside of you. Your gasp, pleasure surging through you as he stretches your cunt out further. “I don’t want to rush this. It’s been far too long since I’ve been able to touch a human. And you are more beautiful than anything I’ve seen before.” He leans down towards your cunt, making you freeze up. 

Those teeth. God, he’s not really going to put his mouth on you with those sharp teeth is he. You try to squirm away but his tentacles are far too strong, keeping you immobile as he presses his lips to your clit. It sends sparks through you, up your spine and down through your legs, arousal pooling heavily in your hips. He looks up at you from under his lashes, sucking softly at your clit. Trembling, shaking pleasure consumes you as he keep fucking his fingers in and out of you, faster and faster as he laves his tongue over your clit. 

“Oh, fuck,” you whimpers. “Heeseung.” His eyes glimmer with satisfaction, having been waiting to hear you break. Your desperate little plea is enough to have him aching but he won’t touch himself. Not now, not when he’s got you right where he wants you. He can’t risk scaring you off like that, he’ll take his time. 

When he pulls back from your cunt, he licks your slick from his lips, still thrusting his fingers in and out of you. When he looks at your face your eyes are glazed with pleasure, lips bitten pink from your own teeth, lips parted as sweet pants and moans drip from your mouth. Heeseung can’t help himself, he wants a taste of your pretty little mouth, so he pushes forward, pressing his lips to yours. 

You moan into his lips, Heeseung’s free hand gripping your hips as he kisses you with reckless abandon. Hardly ever has he had such a perfect little human. Usually he has to take what he wants, or sing until his throat hurts, or offer endless, beautiful sentiment just to get them to spread their legs. But you, never you. You came to him. You walked right into his arms, right between his writhing tentacles, asking for more. It’s never been easier. 

He resists the urge to bite, no matter how much he wants to, instead letting his tongue snake into your mouth. You suck on his long, dextrous tongue, letting it press as deeply into your mouth as he desires. He fucks his fingers into your cunt, curling them up, pressing hard into your front wall until you’re crying out into his lips, hips jerking against his hand. 

You come all over his fingers, Heeseung pulling away from your lips to look. You milky release coats his fingers, and the stone beneath you, dripping towards the ledge. When he pulls his fingers out, slowly, he can feel the ache in his own hips. He wants you, so badly he can barely stand it. When he shifts, a small groan making its way out of his lips, your eyes dart from where they were also looking between your legs to his face. 

“You’re turned on,” you say and Heeseung closes his eyes, as though to try and calm himself down. “I don’t know… uhm… how to…” 

“Don’t worry about me, beautiful. I think even you might scare if you were to see me like that,” Heeseung tells you. He opens his eyes and looks at you, bringing his fingers up to his lips. You watch as he puts them into his mouth, sucking your cum right off of them. He moans, and twisting up against the edge of the ledge. Once clean, he lets them slide out from between his lips. “Fuck, you taste so good.” 

“Can I help you? In… some way?” You offer. “I don’t know how but…” He touches your face gently, tilting your head back gently. 

“You have no idea what you are asking for,” he warns you, voice soft. “The things I want to do to you are beyond your wildest imaginations, beautiful.” He doesn’t let go of you but the tentacles around your legs uncoil. You can feel the places where they once were, where the suckers were pressed against your skin. Slowly, they snake their way up your legs, along the insides, touching the soft, sensitive skin of the insides of your thighs. You gasp and Heeseung smirks, watching you with intent eyes as the tip of one of his tentacles prods at your still leaking and pulsing entrance. “Are you starting to understand the depth of the things I want from you?” He asks, the pointed tip of the other swirling around your clit.

This is where you should leave. You have a feeling this is your out. If you stay, Heeseung might do things you’ve only seen depicted in raunchy hentai, he’s going to do things to you you’ve genuinely never even considered being possible. If you want to leave this cove with any sort of dignity intact, you should back out right now. But even as Heeseung watches the indecision in your eyes and gently removes his tentacles from around your wrists, allowing you to make as hasty an exit as you want, you don’t. 

“Yes,” you agree.

“So?” 

“So, go ahead.” 

He doesn’t even move, still holding you gently by the face as the tentacle at your entrance pushes forward, burying itself inside of you. A gasp is torn from your lungs, your eyes rolling back as you’re filled in a way you have genuinely never experienced before. You grab at his shoulder and wrist, clutching hard enough that it must hurt, digging your nails into his skin as the tentacle inside of you writhes around, suckers dragging against the walls of your pussy like living, flexing ribbing. As it starts to fuck you pleasure rips through you like never before, hot and aching and molten in your veins. 

“That’s it,” Heeseung whispers, but even his voice sounds strangled now. “You’re being so good for me.” The tentacle at your clit attaches a sucker to it, pulsing and writhing, pulling and prodding. Your clit throbs, the stimulation nearly too much. You’re tearing up, your body is quaking, shivering as Heeseung holds you, other tentacles moving to hold your legs and waist, keeping you still so you can be used. So he can keep playing with you, filling you over and over again, toying with your body. 

“Too much,” you gasp out, your cunt clenching and unclenching around the intrusion. Your walls are sensitive from your previous orgasm and the tentacle inside of you has managed to find your g spot or your cervix or something inside of you that’s causing wave after mind flaying wave of pleasure pulse through you with every intense thrust. 

“You said you wanted it,” Heeseung whispers. “Go on then. Take it.”

You shake through the orgasm that’s suddenly ripped from you, the sucker on your clit squeezing and tugging, your cunt spasming through the relentless pounding of the organ inside of you. Your eyes roll back in your head, only a helpless little whimper leaving you as you come. You’re distantly aware of the gush of liquid leaving you, spilling all over the stone and covering the tentacle that is fucking up into you. You think it’s still going on but all you can hear is the rush of your blood in your veins and all you can see is whiteness encroaching on your vision. 

Heeseung breathes out, as though also having reached some kind of relief from fucking you so hard you can’t barely move. Carefully, he lowers you down to the stone, pulling his tentacles back, slipping them beneath the water’s surface. You try to catch your breath as Heeseung leans down over the top of you, pressing soft kisses to your neck and chest. 

“You did so well for me, beautiful,” he coos and you feel inexplicably warm and proud. “Such a good girl for me, taking me first try.” His hands find your waist, soothingly running up and down the sides of it. “You’re so much more than I ever imagined.” 

“Was it good for you?” You whisper, hoping to have brought him some kind of satisfaction. Heeseung smiles down at you. 

“It was amazing,” he assures you.

When you feel like you can finally move, you climb to your feet, retrieving your bag from where you left it nearby. When Heeseung thinks you’re not looking, he reaches down into the water, grasping at something. You can’t see it, but when you turn fully towards him again, he’s leaning against the ledge once more. You get down to your knees in front of him, gently touching his cheek. His dark gray eyes widen in surprise.

“Can I see you again?” You ask and Heeseung smiles softly. 

“You know where to find me, beautiful,” he tells you. You lean forward, kissing him softly. Heeseung kisses you back sweetly, licking once at the seam of your lips. When you pull back, he smiles at you again. “You won’t leave me waiting such a long time again, will you?” He teases. 

“I’ll try not to.” 

As you go to leave, straightened up as best you can be after getting railed by literal tentacles, you head for the wall of the cove. You step out around the edge and then pause, waiting for a second. Your curiosity continues to be piqued and you wait, listening. After a few seconds, you’re rewarded with the sound of soft, gasping moans and you peer back around the edge of the wall. 

Heeseung is still partially submerged in the water, but he’s lying on the edge now, tentacles in the water, bare back on the stone. His head is thrown back against the floor, eyes closed, soft melodious moans spilling from his full lips, his hand down between his tentacles. 

From your angle, you can’t see what he’s doing, but his extremities are writhing, his back arching when he does something that must be particularly pleasurable. It’s frustrating not knowing what exactly it is that Heeseung is doing to pleasure himself but you’re going to find out what it is. He said that it might scare you but, clearly, you’re not easily scared. The next time you come back here, you’re going to figure it out and you’re going to make him feel the insane ecstasy that he’s already given you. 

You don’t come back until a week later, and the weather is less than stellar. It makes you hesitant to go out towards the beach, after what happened last time, though you aren’t not convinced Heeseung wasn’t behind it. Your foot may have slipped but he clearly bashed the boat. Either way, you’re not going to be deterred by the weather, especially since your fixation on Heeseung has started to reach a fever pitch. 

He’s all you can think about. Even at work, even at the marina (which you are finally allowed to go to again), even with your family, he plagues your every thought. Maybe this is the real reason sirens are so dangerous, not because they’ll lure you to your death but because once ensnared, you can’t get out. You’re obsessed with the idea of him. Just last night you touched yourself to the thought of him, his mouth and his hands and those tentacles, how they completely tore you apart. You can’t help yourself any longer, you need to see him. 

The beach is practically deserted due to the weather, the tide higher than normal. You know that it’s dangerous to go into a cove like that during a high tide, but you duck under the sign without giving it a second thought. You’re hopeful you’ll find him again, pulling your jacket closer as you step around the wall of the cave and onto it’s stone floor. 

It’s just the same as you left it, though the water is a little higher. It’s come up past the ledge where it was last time, pooling out in a wide arch. You walk over to the edge of it, your arms wrapped around yourself as you stand at the edge. You sit down right there, uncaring of your shorts getting wet, setting your sandals aside, further away from the water, lest they get swept out. The air is warm even if it might rain, thick and humid, ghosting over you and leaving goosebumps in its wake. You sigh softly to yourself, wondering if it’s even worth it to come out here. What if he doesn’t show up? 

Your worries are put to bed by the tight hold of a tentacle around your ankle. You look down, the same bright red that you’ve come to expect slithering up your ankle, along your shin and to your knee. You stretch your leg out, letting it take further hold of you. You’re dragged, quite suddenly, towards the water, making you yelp. You’re pulled right into Heeseung’s waiting arms, the siren leaning over the top of you as you’re suddenly submerged in water up to your waist, wetting your shorts and your shirt and your jacket. 

“Heeseung,” you gasp. He smirks down at you, gently taking your hands in his. It would be sweet, the way he threads your fingers with his, if he didn’t immediately pin them down by your head, tentacles twisting around your other leg, your waist, writhing up your shirt. 

“Did you miss me, beautiful?” He asks, hovering the top of you, staring down at you with dark eyes. 

“I did,” you agree and he smiles. Tentacles shift over your skin, the suckers tugging at your skin as they creep further and further up your body, until they’re pulling at your shorts and cupping your swimsuit clad breasts. “Heeseung⁠,” you whimper, the onslaught of sensations on your body more than you were expecting right off. 

“I missed you too,” he tells you, leaning down to kiss you. He captures your lips in a soft but intense kiss, his tongue immediately pushing its way past your lips. You whine as he fucks it deeper into your mouth, slithering along your tongue, pressing down on the back of it while his tentacles attempt to pull your clothes off. Your shorts are being shimmied down your hips while your swim top is pushed aside to reveal your breasts under your top. You try to struggle against it but he’s too strong, you’re completely immobilized underneath his hands and tentacles. 

When he pulls back from the kiss, allowing you to breathe again, his eyes run over your body. He can see the way his own tentacles are shifting underneath the fabric of your shirt, feel the rough denim of your shorts as he attempts to remove them from your body. You look up at him with your big, innocent eyes and it drives him crazy. How can such a sweet human have such endless desire? 

“What did you come for, beautiful?” He asks, looking down at you. “My hands,” he squeezes your hands in his, “my mouth,” he licks his lips enticingly, “or would you prefer I split you open on my tentacles again? You seemed to really enjoy that last time,” he comments, making you blush. 

“I have… something else in mind,” you tell him and he lifts a brow. “You have to let me go,” you say, squeezing his fingers between your gently. 

“But I so enjoy you like this,” he comments, looking at the way you’re being held down. Your shorts are nearly far enough down that he could slip right underneath your swimsuit, touching you once more. He can see your nipples through your thin tank top, a pity he didn’t get to play with them last time. To prove his point, he lets his tentacles sweep over your nipples, making you shudder. “Completely at my mercy,” he points out, eyes half lidded as he enjoys the view. 

“And you will,” you assure him. “Just allow me a moment,” you offer. He sighs but lets go of your hands, tentacles retreating from your body. You feel like you can get a full breath in once freed from the bondage of his body, shifting just a little bit away from him. 

“I’m terribly impatient, love,” Heeseung warns you. The new nickname makes you smile. “I wouldn’t keep me waiting.” 

“I won’t.” You strip off your wet jacket, tossing it further up onto the stone flooring. His eyes watch you with intrigue as you start pulling off your clothes, taking your shorts the rest of the way off and also your tank top. You don’t bother fixing your swim top, he’s sure to just push it aside again anyway, so your breasts are fully exposed as you slide back into the water, partially underneath him. 

“What game are you playing?” He asks, watching as you settle down beneath him. 

“Just quelling my curiosity,” you tell him and then slide a hand down his stomach, between his tentacles. It’s a total guess, you have no idea what you are supposed to be feeling for, but you must have pretty good intuition because as soon as you get low enough, your fingers are sliding over a slit in his skin, making him gasp and jerk above you. He grabs your wrist, not pulling you away but stopping you from continuing. When you look up, his eyes have gotten impossible darker, a flush suddenly coating his cheeks. 

“You have no idea what you’re doing,” Heeseung warns you, voice low. “You don’t know what you’re asking for.” 

“I’m curious. Didn’t you say it’s an admirable quality in humans?” You reply and his jaw clenches. “Besides, don’t you want to feel good?” You run your fingers up and down the slit, feeling a slick, slippery fluid coat your fingers. He’s still submerged in the water but it’s thick, vicious enough that you can feel it. Heeseung’s eyes flutter, breath getting heavier. “Let me make you feel good.” 

“You’re not prepared for it,” he tells you. 

“Then prepare me for it.” His eyes narrow. The next moment, he’s pulling your hand away from him, pushing you down onto the stone once more. Your breath leaves you in one heavy gasp and you’re pushed down and wrapped up in tentacles, creeping and slithering and writhing over your body. He takes his hands back, clearly not needing them for what he’s doing to you. Under his intense gaze, your arms are pinned down, legs spread apart, breasts caressed by his sucker laden extremities. Your nipples are covered in suckers, making you cry out as they pull and tug at your sensitive flesh, another one latching onto your clit. Your eyes roll back, pleasure suddenly coursing through you unexpectedly as he takes your goading very seriously. 

“You always seem to be saying things without actually giving them any thought, beautiful,” he says, watching you attempt to struggle against your bonds. He slides a hand back down between his tentacles, fingers running over his sensitive slit, dipping inside. He moans, biting at his lower lip. “You look so pretty like this. Forced to take whatever I give you. Unable to fight me off. It gets me so hot.” He moans again, spreading his slit open, more and more fluid gushing from inside. 

You lift your head in hopes of seeing what he’s doing, but your mind goes blank when a tentacle suddenly thrusts inside of you. You cry out from the sudden stretch, opening you up so abruptly, your pussy aching. It’s brutal, the way it bullies its way inside of you, spreading you open, fucking as deep as it can. You drop your head back against the stone, trying to breath through the intense feelings, overstimulated from all the sensations. Your nipples nearly ache, your clit is throbbing and the suckers are rubbing all over the walls of your cunt. 

The speed at which the tentacle inside of you fucks you is inhuman, almost painful the way that it fucks right into your cervix, the pointed tip feeling like it’s pushing past and into your womb. If you were in your right mind, you would know it’s not possible, but it genuinely feels like it’s trying to rearrange your insides, you feel so full. Every pull on your clit is making your mind spin, amplified by the tight press on your nipples. You think you might be moaning, but you don’t know. All you know for sure is that you’re going to come, you’re going to come, you’re going to come. 

“Then come for me, beautiful,” Heeseung hisses. “Come for me, all over me.” 

Your orgasm spills out of you, a wet gush of slick and cum, maybe even squirt, the way that tentacle was fucking you you’re not sure it isn’t possible. All you know is that you feel out of your mind, stretched to your limits, skin hypersensitive, breasts and clit throbbing. The tentacles on your most sensitive parts slither away, leaving a pattern of sucker shaped bruises on your chest and thigh in their wake. When you catch your breath, you lift your head, trying to see Heeseung.

“You wanna see what you wanted so badly?” He asks and you nod, still unable to see him with the way you’re pinned to the ground. The tentacles around your arms slip away as well, allowing you to sit up a bit. Your mouth falls open when you see what he’s talking about. 

Protruding from the slit between his tentacles is a thick, long, cherry red cock to match the rest of his tentacles. It’s much too big for you to be able to take inside of you, several inches long and throbbing, twitching against the palm of Heeseung’s hand as he strokes it. Translucent fluid drips from the bulbous head, turned purple in his arousal, down the ribbed length of his shaft. A thick vein runs down the underside of it, which he smooths his fingers over, making him groan deeply. When you lift your gaze, Heeseung is staring at you with his tongue between his sharp teeth, the tip curling around one of them. 

“You know what I said, about a human’s sex being so vulnerable. Now you see, I can’t even get to mine without being so aroused I can barely stand it.” He grips the base, throwing his head back as he moans. More fluid flows from the tip, dripping into the water beneath him. When he looks at you again, he swallows, clearly trying to control himself. “You have no idea what you did to me. Just touching my sheath like that, trying to put your fingers inside of me. I wanted you so badly.” He lets go of his cock to lean over the top of you instead, causing you to drop down to your elbows. “The only problem is that there’s no way you can take all of me inside of you. I’d rip you open.” 

“Has a human ever taken you before?” You ask. 

“No one’s ever wanted to,” he admits. “With all these tentacles, what do they want my cock for?” 

“I do,” you tell him and he lifts a brow. “I want to try. I want to make you feel good.” 

“You’re so naive,” Heeseung laughs. “But if you insist.” His tentacles wrap your arms again, pulling you down to the ground. He leans over the top of you, the tentacles still around your legs spreading you as wide as possible, so he can get between them, aligning the thick head of his cock to your cunt. “Try not to scream,” he teases you and then pushes his hips forward. 

It’s hard not to, as he pushes inside of you. Your eyes roll back, your mouth dropping open as you try to keep the noises you want to make inside. At the very least, Heeseung has the presence of mind to go slow, easing himself inside of you inch by agonizing inch. It feels like he’s going to rip you open, and you nearly sob when you realize that was just the head when the ribs of his shaft start entering you too. Your walls clench and unclench, unsure if they want to push him out or pull him in as he keeps going until he’s nestled so far inside of you it feels like you can feel him in your throat. 

“Tsk, tsk, I should’ve known,” Heeseung says, but his own breath is coming out short, trying to restrain himself. You know he wants to ruin you. You look up at him though, realizing he’s looking down at where he’s buried inside of you. When he meets your eyes he smirks. “You can only take half.” 

“Fuck,” you curse, dropping your head back against the stone. If that’s only half of him, what the hell would all of him feel like? You don’t get a lot of time to ponder that though because Heeseung grabs you by the waist, hauling you closer. Your cunt aches in protest, already stuffed to its limit. Then he reels back and fucks you. 

It hurts almost as good as it feels, as Heeseung starts to fuck in and out of you, the head of his cock ramming into your body, over and over again. Without his tentacles holding you down, you might actually be thrashing too much to take it, because he’s ruthless. Or maybe it’s just the weight of him, the size of him, that makes it feel so intense, your already sensitive walls spasming around the natural ridges of his cock. You’re gasping and whining and moaning, unable to control the sounds coming out of you anymore as he takes you apart. 

“You feel so good,” Heeseung moans, gripping you hard enough to hurt. “I can’t believe I finally found a human just crazy enough to let me fuck them. Your pussy feels so fucking good around me, beautiful. Gods above.” Whatever Heeseung is saying is going completely over your head, all you can focus on is how you feel, filled to the brim with his cock, helpless and at his mercy, pinned down by his body. You try to lift your gaze to his face, but you can’t, your eyes are rolling in your head, the relentless pleasure drowning everything else out. 

It might’ve hurt at first, but now it’s just a roiling, boiling sea of arousal, your cunt squelching, his hips slapping wetly against yours, from the fluids you’re both leaking, from the water you’re half submerged in. You can’t even be sure who’s fluids are whose, with the way it’s quite literally gushing out of you with every reckless thrust Heeseung pushes into you, spilling down his hips and spraying all over your thighs. Every hard thrust shakes you to your core, nerves on fire, the aching need to come settling so deep inside of you it’s all you can think about. 

“Hee- Hee- Hee-” you can’t even get his name out in warning. Heeseung keeps fucking you, pushing as deep as he can, almost like he’s trying to make you take all of him, even though you so physically cannot. The constant feeling of unimaginable fullness, the ridges of his cock rubbing against your walls, it’s too much.

You come all over his cock, squirt and cum and slick spilling out around him, running in rivers down the length of him, turning the water around you milky white. Your cunt spasms uncontrollably around him, your body limp and useless as you come. He doesn’t stop though, plowing into you over and over and over again, chasing the feeling of your body, the wet hold of your pussy clenching and unclenching around him. 

“Shit,” he curses suddenly, shoving in as far as he can and staying there. Your eyes roll back, the relentless pressure of him inside of you almost enough to drive you off the edge again. He comes inside of you, but without anywhere for it to go it all comes dripping back down the length of his cock, into the water, rivulets of his milky white cum running down his cock and your thighs. 

For several seconds the both of you stay there, trying to catch your breath. The air is still thick with humidity and an incoming storm, your clothes are discarded a few feet away from you on the stone and slowly, oh so slowly, Heeseung’s tentacles unravel from around your extremities, slipping back beneath the water, leaving bruises in the the shape of his many suckers behind on your skin. 

“Take a deep breath, love,” Heeseung advises, and you do. “Let it out slowly and relax.” You try to do as he says, feeling the way he slowly pulls out of you. It makes you shiver, the feeling of his ridged cock all along your walls, the catch of the head on your entrance. It pops out though and you feel like you can get a full breath in again. You’ve never felt so empty as you do right now. 

Heeseung lies down next to you on the stone, pulling you towards him. When his tentacles wrap around you this time it's softer, gentler, almost lovingly. They caress all the places they held you, over the bruises that mar your skin, wrapping you in their warmth. It’s a little odd, they’re still slick and slippery, but you’ve become used to them. You rest your head on his shoulder, his arms around your waist. 

“You did so good for me,” he whispers, kissing your head. You nearly preen under his praise. “But you know,” he whispers in your ear, “I’m never gonna let you go now.” 

“I wouldn’t want you to,” you tell him and when he pulls back, he looks at you with gentle eyes and that trademark little smirk of his. “How could I ever be satisfied with someone other than you?” 

“You never will,” Heeseung tells you, leaning in to kiss you. You kiss him back, rolling on top of him. His tentacles wrap around your legs and your waist, keeping you steady as you kiss down into his mouth, mindful of those teeth of his.

a/n: you guys asked for monster fucking, so i gave it to you. honestly, i have no idea why this came to me but it literally came to me as i was getting ready for bed and then i was possessed. i really, really enjoyed working on this, it was so weird and fun and strange, god, i love monster aus. they're so fun! i hope you guys enjoy this as much as i do.

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