Oh You Ate That Up

oh you ate that up

MISSION FAILED, NUT: RUINED…! ★

pairing: fushiguro toji x female! reader

sypnosis: your mission? eliminate the notorious fellow assassin 'toji fushiguro.' should be easy right? wrong, because how do you go from having a knife up to his throat from ending up in his bed? silly girl. wc: 3.9k+

warnings. assasin!toji, pwp-ish, age gap (20s-30s), size difference, dacryphilia, oral [ f ], unprotected sex, dirty talk, overstim, praising, angst. use of: whore, slut, bitch, baby doll .

an. big thank u to anya for beta-ing some!! first canon-y fic i triedddd. not proofread yet!

“it’s nothing personal…”

your go-to motto, you had a job to do at the end of the day, a check to receive after each bounty. no time to spare for sympathy, never that. t. fushiguro…a name you were all too familiar with, and the way your eyes lit up with greed and lust at the huge amount of zeros that plastered next to his name. figures though. duh. he was the toji fushiguro, a fellow assassin himself, feared amongst most, and you were sure you weren’t gonna be the only person going after his head.

you were sure it was gonna be a simple walk in the park, but more than anything it was the opposite. how coincidental toji was hired to off you. yet vice versa—you stood over him near his nightstand but it was if he was already prepared, a raspy cackle leaves his lips as if he knew you were there, despite his lights being off.

“could have gotten me if ya weren’t so loud breaking in, girl.” he smirks, and he lets off a raspy sigh, reaching for the night lamp. toji gets a good glimpse of you and this couldn’t have been anymore embarrassing. at all.

you sat on his lap, a thumb just grazing against the pearled sheath of your knife, an irritated, “shit,” escorting your lips. he’s got such the cockiest expression on his face—lying back with his arms tossed over his head, as if he didn’t find you intimidating at all, because well, he didn’t.

“…hmpf,” he pauses, staring intently at your features before a near pout forms on the corners of his mouth. “they sent a kid to kill me? how disappointing,” and toji’s poisonous gaze never leaves yours before his lips curl into a smile, purposefully enunciating his words. “how old are ya? just made nineteen?”

your eyebrows twitch, and your facial expressions formed into a deadpan as you remained on his lap funnily enough…growing some attitude before muttering, “old enough to put a bullet in you, fushiguro.”

“oooh. she’s sassy.” he grins. “think i like you.”

you met eye contact with the man and he just snickers, you were just about to make your way off his lap—but that’s when he brings his hands towards your hips. “…leavin' so soon, pretty? shouldn’t you be putting y’er knife to good use?”

he was mocking you, his eyes lower a bit as you nearly slip off a gasp at the soft strokes his tips of his thumbs presents your waist. you snap out of whatever trance you were in before muttering, “i can’t now.”

“well, why the hell not, gorgeous?”

no reply.

he blows, his voice was just a perfect mixture of deep, intimidating green hues of his eyes keeps focus on you, and this entire position is so awkward. very.

a small snicker leaves his lips, and his grip still remains on your waist before feeling his thumb brush past your thigh—the slim slit that made appearance from your sleek black cocktail dress. “i’m a pretty dangerous guy, baby. if i were you i’d stop wasting time 'n jus' get on with it..”

such rich arrogance ran off his tongue throughout each sentence he spoke, how irkesome. you mentally rolled your eyes, stammering, you miffed, “shut up.”

“mm. how ‘bout ya make me, woman.”

and just how do you shut him up…?

by making him eat you out through your divine black laced panties. oddly enough, toji was never one to complain when you told him to get between your thighs.

it was simply crazy how the two of you were just bickering, and now he’s face first between your legs—and if it was anything toji fushiguro was, he was nasty.

a subtle grunt goes past his mouth as he flicks out his tongue, slowly.

yet he then presses it against the pad of your panties. he’s laid flat on his back with two rough hands gripping onto your thighs, semi soft pads of his thumbs stroking against your skin as you whimpered, moving your hips swiftly against his mouth.

“oh-ho, were ya really gonna try to kill me with a pussy this wet?” he snickers, dragging a thumb right down your slit, his tongue slides and slides in a slow circular motion against your pussy and you squirm, chewing down on your lap and he was so talkative.

“shut up,” you moaned, your hips were so merry, going against his face, his slick was already dribbling down his chin and that dumb smile of his never left. “just….s-shut up.”

he couldn’t get another word in because by then you were practically sitting on his face, simply no match for his tongue, toji’s so into it too….

groan after groan leaves his mouth, warm breath fanning against your clit once he chuckles at how hard you’re tugging, no, yanking on his thin strands of hair.

saying that you sucked at your job, was probably an understatement.

usually, any other guy would be dead—so what made toji any different? a question you didn’t even know how to answer. neither did you want to answer it, because all that was currently embedded into your brain was how good toji's tongue moved and danced against your clit, how sloppy he is—slurping and spitting everywhere, he’s so messy.

and he’s fucking mean.

he spanks your pussy each time you whine and whimper on how you’re about to cum- pathetic sheeny, glistening tears sticking to your eyes as your hand gripped tightly to his hair. “toji, please.”

“hm?” he brings a chaste kiss towards your pussy, watching you pulse—spreading your lips open just a tad bit, soaked between your thighs he blows on it just to watch you squirm with such urge and impulsing desire. “oh, i dunno, doll. can’t even do y’er job right so why should i let ya make a mess on my face?” and then he smiles, hearing the disappointed frown go against your lips. “tch. unprofessional slut. ‘s all you are.”

“f-fuck you,” you moaned, your fingertips brushed against his scalp, panting heavily as your body felt so warm. it’s been countless minutes of toji and his tongue filling your pretty pussy with such desire, you didn’t even care about the money anymore. you just wanted to cum. “please please, toji. i-i can’t hold it.”

and he just snickers, he finds the entire thing amusingly risible.

nose deep, toji’s mouth latches against your sweet savory pool of moisture, you’re drenching his chin, squirming from feeling the tiny stubble that ran against his chin tickle you, you’re biting down on your lip as your legs shook with such unhinged frenzy.

“ya gotta ask nicer, darlin.” he slides his tongue against the inner crevices of your folds—locating his tip through each single orifice, this man was the epitome of pussydrunk. long natural lashes of his were practically, barely closed, and by now he’s just sucking and nibbling…damn near biting playfully on your sweet bud just to bring out a reaction from you.

and he definitely does because you let off a whimpering sob.

“t-toji please, lemme cum. please, i-i don’t know what else you want me to s-say.” you’d moan, fingers were interlocking beneath his strands. you still rode his face, and he looks so pretty underneath you now that you think about it.

toji’s face, it was relaxed. thin black eyebrows, partially arched together were parted and that annoying grin remained on his lips—his contented shit-eating grin that stuck to his face for what seemed to be an eternity.

“aw. ‘s that the best ya can do for me…?”

you just about had it with him—but you were too near the edge to reply with a snark response, so you just pout, watching him slurp happily between the very junction of your thighs.

“okay okay, don’t wanna be too mean,” he teases, giving your cunt a quick spat, watching it run down the slit in filthy awe.

he groans himself, rubbing maneuvering circles in repeat against you to hear you nearly cry out for him to not stop.

this man…

so good with his fingers, so good with his tongue. “tell me ‘pretty please’ in that sweet voice, baby. make me believe that ya want it, want me.”

“p-pretty please,” you moaned out.

just the sweet shrills of your voice—your eyes nearly roll back in pure ecstasy, craving to release.

toji’s so hard.

he strains in his pants just from your pleasure alone, seeing you all worked up and frustrated for being edged for so damn long. “let me be messy for you toji, all on your face…please. i-i need it so bad.”

“what a gooooood girl,” he sings, his unserious praises goes straight towards your pussy as he gives it a final smack—swiping his nose against your inner parts while his tongue did most of the remaining conversation. “go ahead, show me how fuckin’ nasty y’er pretty pussy is for my tongue, girl.”

you’re a staggering mess, your legs are precisely. his entire demeanor was lascivious—an idyllic word to describe this man, not even having the decency still to pull down your panties, just a stubby thumb of his sliding it to the side. once you came, it felt amazing.

your mind, it was blank like your ordinary empty canvas. his hair was tousled from how much yanking and pulling you did, making him somehow appear ten times more attractive than he already was.

“did i do good, pretty…?”

he speaks in a taunting tone, wriggling his eyebrows at you to see you couldn’t reply—still getting over your exquisite loud orgasm. only a nod sufficed from you, and that was good enough for him. “hm. good. now-”

you don’t expect what happens next by the slightest, he sits up- and he’s so handsy, assertive with the way he brings a hand towards your waist, another wrapping around your throat before he brings you into a deep passionate kiss.

sloppy, but passionate—you moaned as his tongue created full collision against yours, tasting your own stickiness that smeared all on his mouth towards down his well-shaved chin.

a hand of yours slides down toji’s chest, it makes its way inside his shirt—and you feel it, the hardened bulletproof vest he wore…bastard knew you were coming. it was as if he was prepared for this.

by this particular point, you really could care less about the huge amount of money carried on toji’s head. he made you forget everything, and he wasn’t even inside of you yet.

perhaps he was right about one thing—maybe you were just an unprofessional slut. instead of taking care of your target, you’re in his bed, having him shove his tongue down your throat.

was it bad that you didn’t feel…bad?

sure, toji’s dangerous and well-feared among many, but man does his tongue do wonders. you could only imagine how he fucked.

“i don’t wanna look at ya yet,” he breaks away from the kiss after a while, positioning you to get on your knees for him, doggystyle. “face down ass up sweetheart. wanna take my sweet damn time with you.”

his words had so much rough meaning. you moaned, quickly complying and he brings a rough hand to your bare ass, spanking it and he chuckles at the sweet noise that runs out your mouth.

as well as a bunch of colorful words, brining sheer amusement to toji, “you’ve got a mouth on you, huh.” he clicks his tongue, having your pretty dark dress pulled up towards the very edges of your waist, you hear him start to shuffle his shorts.

“f-fuck, don’t tease me again.” you started, feeling his throbbing tip brush meanly against your slit—he grows quiet to where only you and him can hear the hissing squelches your pussy made, it’s achy for him and eager. the pulses were so loud, it rang in your ears again and again and again.

“you still get wet from it anyways, whore.” he rolls his eyes—oh, he was sassy, giving you another spank while you’re on the verge of breaking and he’s not even in yet. his degradation does something to you in ways you can’t explain, like yet again though, he was right. here you were, soaked for a man you only knew for about what, thirty minutes now?

shame…

toji grunts—taking a second to inhale, and you chew down on your lip with just enough pressure to suppress your never ending whines. he’s pushing himself inside, slowly…but you can tell how eager he is, the way he slowly pivots his hips, slowly gliding a rough hand of his down your waist to drag another moan from your mouth.

he’s so erect, obviously he would be from eating you out from so long—toji was the kind of man that got off from a woman’s pleasure, he just couldn’t help it. he was just so…fucking big, stretching you out with much needed intent. your pussy was so greedy on how it clings to him with such force.

“ah shit,” he groans, licking his lips, a breathy huff exits from him and he runs his fingers down your spine just to tease. “archin' for me already, yeah. looks like y’er body already knows what to do.”

“t-toji.” you sniffled, and he was halfway in. he’s gripping your waist now, making sure to take his time like he said before he’s gently bullying his thick cock inside, your leg twitches from feeling the ticklish feeling he gives you—the spurts of pre-cum that coated the tip of his reddened tip makes its way to kiss your clit the moment he’s fully inside. a sweet smooch.

a single thrust nearly takes your breath away, literally. bracing yourself was basically useless, this man was an entire powerhouse.

his dick had a mind of it’s own basically, because with the way it hit each single spot of yours to make you sob out his name uncontrollably and repeatedly was just insane.

“damn girl, y’er fuckin' noisy,” he chortles, a raspy guffaw if anything. his hands linger towards your hips for a specific duration before he’s just thrusting into you, slamming you against and on him. his low groans he made from each jagged thrust was unintentionally sexy.

he’d bite his lip as he’s watching you cutely struggle to take him. from first glance, you sort of figured toji was big, but this…big?

who were you to complain though?

“s-so big,” you spoke in broken murmurs, gnawing on the edge of your pointer finger, each thrust had your entire body feeling a wave of sensations. “you’re gonna m-make me cum again, toji-”

“this body ain’t trained right,” he clicks his tongue, fake pitying you. taunt after taunt with this guy—he never took anything serious, of course, unless he has to. “don’t worry, i’ll make ya last,” and he groans, hearing your pussy squeal against him, it was so sloppy, toji can’t help but spit on his hand, rubbing it against your clit just to hear you whimper out more, only to taste it for himself, grazing his tongue against his lips. “never tasted a pussy as sweet as yours, darlin.'”

his strokes, impure but slow, but rough. you’re sort of being treated like a rag doll in a way, toji brings a hand towards the back of your neck.

thick warm fingers wraps around, giving you a tight squeeze to hear you squeak out, moaning up an entire storm. his spanks he gives your ass rings throughout your ears like bells on a wedding day.

“s-swear, gonna cum toji. you’re gonna m-make me cum again.” you shuddered, feeling him suddenly deepen the angle. you moaned at feeling the back of soft wooly cloth hit against you—the fleece of of toji’s sock, his foot pressing against your head and he’s drilling his hips into you.

oh, you’re cross eyed…

mouth open like an idiot, you don’t think you’ve ever been fucked like this before.

“eh. don’t tell me y’er legs gave out already,” he sneers, that same guffaw exits out his throat and he finds this entire situation amusing. “keep 'em spread for me. need 'ta show this pussy some appreciation.”

and he’s just unbelievable.

stealing out numerous orgasms from you, over and over until you can hardly recognize your voice. dizzy, the word perfect to describe you, you were in a trance. all because of his dick that made your tongue grow more and more wet.

were you…drooling? maybe.

“f-finish inside, toji. unless you’re weak like they say.”

you managed to sputter out, he raises his eyebrow at your attempt to be a brat.

“stop being fuckin' cock hungry 'n maybe i will,” he grunts, still fucking you from behind with such deep mean strokes you’re nearly gasping for air. he’s just so mean—toji’s hips knew no bounds, it was vile, each grunt that slips from his lips was so raspy, his nails gently presses against your skin. “ya like bein' choked, do ya?”

all you could do was nod pathetically, your pussy begged for more throughout his hits, sloppy degrading hits against you before he brings a hand around your throat.

“…you’re a dumb little girl. ya know that? you know how dangerous i am right? got some guts showin' up here only to humiliate yourself on my dick, princess.”

toji smudges his dampened lips together, silencing his own groans once he came again.

so much—his loads were always so hefty and thick, filling you to the very brim. you’re laid flat on your chest, and his hands make its way towards your waist again. he leans in close to you to lick a stripe up your neck, causing himself to feel each spurt run down your cunt.

“fuckin' hell,” he hissed, slowing his pace down completely. you’re a mess….you don’t expect toji to shove two fingers into your mouth, because he does just that once he flips you over to face him.

you climb on top of him, moaning with your mouth stuffed with his lengthy digits, coating it entirely with your saliva. “suckin' my fingers like that shouldn’t be so hot.” he grumbles, the pads of his fingers reach near the back of your throat and you gag. he of course cracks a sinister smile, giving you an awkward headpat. “wonder how good ya can suck other things with that horrid gag reflex, baby.”

after a while, you remove his fingers before teasingly trailing your own down his black designed bulletproof vest, whining a sweet, “take it off…?”

“my vest?” he raises a brow, staring at you with hued green eyes, you were so handsy—feeling him up and he’s willingly letting you, you’re still so soaked from before, puffed cunt just leaking with his cum and desperately craving more. “you just wanna see me shirtless, ain’t that right?”

“…yeah,” you nodded, pretty lashes fluttering. “besides, it would just get in the way.”

how considerate, right?

maybe, maybe…not.

you watch toji start to pull his vest off—easily he brings a hand towards his side, yanking down the dark tabs that stuck out in the open of the fabric, mimicking both sides before it slides off his chest.

he was so toned and muscular, his muscles were so bulky and he was fit. toji didn't have tattoos, he couldn’t care for it really, but it made you a bit wet just fantasizing at the thought of seeing toji fushiguro coated in nothing but ink sleeves.

“huh….y’er creepin' me out, doll,” he mumbles, snapping you out of your lewd thoughts, you gasp once he lifts you up, and you’re just barely hovering over his tip. “ya gonna ride me or i do i gotta do all the work again?”

how could you forget about his damn ego.

toji knew how to fuck, sure. but if it was anything, he never knew how to shut up. he’s not annoying, but he gets quite close to it.

you give him silence as a answer, toji snickers as he feels you sinking down on him. you wrap your hands around him — cupping both sides, stroking his cheek, leaning in for a kiss. he pulls you even further towards his wide exposed chest, teasingly slicking his lips once you pressed yours against his.

“y’er so gonna get fired, baby... i'm no snitch though.”

his words were a murmur, a deep husked one that got you way more aroused than you thought.

“stop talking.” you whispered, deepening the kiss.

toji groans, tilting his head a certain degrees just for you, and your thumb strokes near the inner part of his mouth, where a faint dimple of his made an appearance from the slight smile forming against his lips.

he’s inside again, the inches felt scorchingly warm inside of you, hugging your walls oh so tight. after a few seconds to breathe, his breath is cold and shaky, dark eyes stare back into you before he grins. “hey, it’s in. wanna move, baby?”

“s-shut up.” you spat, cooled palms of yours resting on his bare chest. toji’s lips purse into a sly grin as he’s holding onto you tight, studying your dirty facial expression.

“make me…” he repeats—just how he did earlier, in the same exact tone.

although his voice appeared much lower. his cock was buried deep inside, a tight fit yet your pussy always managed to take him.

you were gonna make him.

you hadn’t realize how much time’s passed of you fooling around with toji, although it was practically pitch dark in his well kept apartment, a quick glance near his night-stand and the alarm clock read four thirty am.

toji gifts you with each huge load everytime, and you take it everytime. it was so messy- the way it would spill out, he’d groan while shoving two fingers inside to keep it stuck in because you weren’t gonna waste any of his precious cum.

but, after a while, you were worn out, at least that’s what you told him. he agreed to take a break with you, and as of current you just rested on his lap.

leaning on his chest, panting and panting as if you’d ran a marathon. who knew how many rounds you went with that man. his stamina was purely out of this world.

“…phew, y’er somethin', else,” he huffs out, giving you an exhausted stare too. hands both wrapped around your waist with no intention of letting go. “you should stay the night.”

“should i….?” you smiled, leaning up close to peck a kiss near the edges of his mouth—sneaking a smooch before reaching behind his back.

oh, he’s probably head over heels for you now…

toji nods, bringing a thumb up to your lip before bringing you in for another kiss….yet, that’s when a few milliseconds later, he feels a sharp abrupt sting.

it pierces right through his chest…

your head’s resting on his neck now, getting a good angle of your handling, a strong firm grip of the knife, a thumb brushing against the pretty bedazzled rivet part and toji’s smile fades once he realizes what’s happening.

“you…little bitch.” he hacks in straight surprise, his eyes widens before smelling a rich stench of something that was very much his own, an odd familiar irony scent before you pulled your hand out, and you’re facing toji now.

like your motto from the beginning, you’d hit him with the luring,

“it’s nothing personal, toji…”

the last thing toji’d expect was for you to stab him in the back, quite literally. his mind raced as well as his heart feeling like it was on fire.

he was starting to like you—as foolish as it sounds. so that’s why you tricked him into taking off his bulletproof vest.

needless to say, you got the bounty money. and well toji…didn’t.

so in the end, you won right? you finished your target like you always do…that’s gotta be good news, right?

wrong.

because as you’re sitting on the porcelain lid of your toilet—not only are you filthy stinking rich, you’re also two weeks pregnant.

NAIJA DON DE FAIL OOOOO 💪🏾🇳🇬

d’tigress is THE FIRST african team to play in the quarterfinals

i just fell to my knees and smth dripping down my leg… guys im scared

This is one of the most attractive things he did 🫠

especially black k-pop stans cause the shit they go thru is insane

Shout out to all the Black ppl that can no longer participate directly in the fandom they love because of the stresses of racism 👍🏾 you contain multitudes of value and I'm sorry that the color of your skin and the power of your voice makes people not want to acknowledge that.

i was re-reading this and imagine he just sends u a link to his onlyfans after asking 💀

oh god i would kill myself

COMIN’ TO YOU LIVE.

PAIRING camboy heeseung x female reader

GENRE smut, mdni

WC 2.1k

WRNG! public sexual acts (by hs), watching sexual acts (by y/n)

A/N! lets just say i have a thing for enha as camboys

only you knew how you even found this twitter page to begin with.

i mean, not safe for work twitter pages were something everyone and their mothers knew about for the most part, but the idea of running across people you personally knew running their own pages was something you would’ve never expected.

so when you recognized the same hot guy from a couple blocks down, heeseung, who you and your friends have gawked over since he showed up to your house party months back, you had to tell a friend.

but.. you thought it'd be better you actually checked it out fully on your own before you made any assumptions.

“oh wow.” you blurted out loud, your embarrassment slowly morphing into pure awe. ‘he’s hung like a horse.’ you exclaimed in your head before you laughed aloud, clapping your right hand over your mouth as you sat on the couch, your roommates walking past unaware. your left hand stalled on his pinned, a photo of the male sitting with his camera pointed upwards at him in an office chair, emphasizing his groin encased in thick fabric pants.

you’d be lying if you said the action of clicking onto heeseung’s profile—knowing damn well he wouldn’t give it to you offhand—didn’t feel absolutely wrong. guilt lined your features, but you convinced yourself that 'if he didn’t want anyone to find this page, why would his profile pic be of him?'.

you wanted to move up to your room to keep scrolling but the idea of doing made you feel worse. sitting out in the open almost helped you convince yourself you were only looking in pure shock instead of actively pursuing—which you now were.

“what’s wrong?” your roommate asked aloud towards you, reading your face from across the room. you froze, looking around slightly to see if she was possibly asking someone else.

‘okay, maybe i do need to move to my room.’ you thought as you looked over to your upper left to meet her gaze, fixing your face the best you could.

“oh, nothing.” you answered, locking your phone with your right hand as you let it flop down into your lap.

“just got a shocking text from my friend, i’ll probs go up to my room to call her.” you lied with ease, standing up. “oh okay, just checking.” she answered, grabbing her take out food container out of the fridge. “you just looked real stressed or something.” she finished, breaking into a smile as her glasses slid up her nose bridge. “yea, my face doesn’t lie.” you answered as you made your way to the stairs, forcing a laugh.

once you reached your room you were right back at it, closing your door behind you with your right foot as you unlocked your phone. your eye caught onto a little red movement at the lower right corner but you didn’t think much of it, scrolling past some of his newer posts. he mainly recorded himself in front of his mirror so his full silhouette would be in frame.

you stumbled on one of his newer videos, a twenty two second video of heeseung showcasing himself, lazily pulling his t-shirt up his torso to show his stomach before he quickly yanked his boner up out of his boxers. he tilted his head to the left as he looked into the mirror, past his right hand and phone before pulling his waistband away from his skin momentarily to show his erection snap upwards, smacking his stomach lightly.

your mouth shot open at the action, scrolling past the video before you felt any worse about indulging. his likes, reposts and comments hit double and triple digits of men and women alike fawning over him. “wow, he must be making money off this shit, there’s just no way.” you commented out loud as you slowly walked yourself towards your bed, refusing to take your eyes off your screen. that’s when you realized each of his posts were cut before anything good truly happened, a link to his onlyfans constantly linked under each original tweet without miss.

you clicked onto the link, not really expecting much but you had never actually looked at an only fans page before. you’re met with, as you expected, a locked profile. his profile picture was mainly of his adams apple, something he flaunted often. in the slight preview of his page, he had twenty five photos and thirteen videos, all things you’d obviously have to pay for. you left the link, scrolling down a bit to see if you could find any other free longer videos. luckily, by the grace of previewing content, you ran across a two minute long video.

in it showed a fully nude pale girl ass up, face down with him kneeling on her left side. the camera shot her straight from behind,nearly causing you to jump at the way her naked lower half obnoxiously sat in frame. slowly, heeseungs right hand trailed up the back of her left thigh to lightly trace the lines of her labia, her thighs twitching at the ticklish movement.

‘no…’ you thought as you watched him circle his middle finger around her entrance slowly, eyeing the camera once before leaning over to whisper things into her ear. you watched as he slowly plunged his finger in once, a quiet squelching noise lightly echoing the room, so slight, you almost felt tempted to turn your volume up a bit for your emersion sake.

it slowly became obvious he was very skilled in fingering around female anatomy, and it almost made you jealous, watching as he slowly added his ring finger to lightly curl upwards with his middle, each thrust of his hand consistent and strong. you closed the video and scrolled past, slightly annoyed with the display.

you happened upon an obviously cropped shorter video of him in a train, his camera set up across him in an empty seat as he silently groped himself over his thin sweatpants with his right hand. the section of the train he was in was completely empty, the windows behind him showing pure night sky and city lights as the train zoomed down the tracks. you involuntarily clenched once at the imagery, his right hand moving up and down his erection slowly just to map out how big he was. he looked left and right briefly to make sure no one was getting too close before he brought his shirt up to his mouth with his left hand, biting down on the fabric shyly with a grin on his face.

at this point you were surprised your eyes didn’t pop out along with your tongue like those old cartoon characters whenever they saw someone attractive. awooga could never describe the aroused shock that ran through your body as he shifted in his seat, both of his feet spreading out even farther than before. it was obscene what he was doing, the action so painfully obvious that if anyone walked in he'd catch a fine for indecent exposure.

he let the top of his head hit the window behind his head once before he rolled his neck forward again to face the camera, his head tilted to the right as he started to pull his erection and his pants upwards with aggressive tugs. your mouth hadn’t closed throughout the entirety of watching the video, completely taken off guard by the public display. he let the fabric of his shirt between his teeth go as he brought his left hand up and under to play with his right nipple. it was obviously for show,

but show it did.

you lightly gasped at the sight, now laying on your bed, your left elbow holding you up as you felt your groin vibrate in response. he groaned lightly into the empty cart before his gaze shifted to the train slowly stopping at an indoor station. he slowly fixed himself, moving to sit upright as he pulled his shirt down to cover his stomach. he began to stare into the camera intimidatingly, as a straight white couple walked into the train unaware. his eyes watched as they moved to sit right next to him slightly in view of the camera. it was obvious they were drunk and preoccupied as they didn't pay him nor the obviously recording camera any mind. he smirked at the pair before his eyes shifted back to his phone still recording, moving from his seat to grab it quickly.

“this has got to be the best fucking page i’ve ever ran across on this god forsaken app.” you spoke out loud as you left the video, the thumbnail of the video now paused with the phrase ‘replay’. you lazily glanced across your screen, watching the still image of heeseung sitting on the train before you realized you had new notifications waiting for you in your direct messages section.

you quickly went to open it, expecting it to be from one of your friends. they usually sent you stupid shit they’d find on their tl, forcing you to either watch the most vile video to ever grace the app or to show you major disgusting discourse about a tiktok.

but when you noticed it was a new dm from a very familiar-yet-unfamiliar person, you felt your stomach drop into your ass.

in a new direct message request, heeseung—the same person you had just watched grope himself in public transit—had sent you three new messages randomly from his public onlyfans inspired twitter account.

hey u liked one of my posts

idk if yk

ur the girl from 137 right?

“when the fuck did i do that?!” you nearly screamed, shooting up in your seat as you scrambled to your profile so you could check your likes. there, you saw one of his more recent posts, a photo of him showing himself off in-front of the mirror in his room, fully nude. “oh my god!” you screamed dropping your phone as a hundred thoughts ran through your mind. you thought about unliking the post, but what use would that do? he already saw it, and he clearly recognized you. ‘i can never step out of this house again' you thought as you fought tears, arousal quickly soaring into anxiety.

you quickly picked up your phone to blurt out a response, apologizing profusely through your typos;

ohymy god imsorryi just ran across ur page and i mustve liked somethign by accident i totally understabd if u want to block me or something i swear i won’t even colokain

you noticed a new message come up, your eyes blurring from tears as you felt your chest close up around your lungs. you slowly picked your phone up to read his new message, hoping he’d have some level of mercy on you.

omg its chill this is the risk of having a public account w my face anyway

you felt your breath come back tenfold from the reassurance, sighing slightly. it didn’t fully help you totally feel better, but the idea of him saying he knows the risk helped your conscience clear a little from the fact that you went out of your way to scroll down low enough to accidentally like something and not notice. you quickly typed back against your better judgement a light compliment.

honestly .. tbh,.... ur so fucking great at what u do

before you could think twice, you sent it. immediately, you were hit with more shame. “i honestly think i have a degrading kink or something at this point.” you started, pinching your lips between both your rows of teeth. “like there’s just no way he reassured me and i just said that.” you commented out loud as you stared at the lack of a response. you dropped your phone face up on your comforter as you laid your forehead within the palm of your right hand. all you could do was laugh at what you’d just done or you'd scream bloody murder. you started to calmly go through your options;

‘do i really need to go out for groceries when most supermarkets do their own delivery services anyway?’

‘like if i don't wanna leave my car sitting for too long in the driveway because the car fluid will go stale, maybe i could get my roommates to use it every once in a while?’

a muffled notification sent amongst the noise of your blood pumping. you peeked to your left, lightly lifting your phone in fear of the response. you hoped he saw this situation as a three-strikes-you’re-out situation instead of a fool-me-once.

thank u baby, u want more?

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all idols are 100% capable of doing what taeil did, they are human beings. yall preach for humanizing idols until it’s time for you to say, “well my favs would never!” they most certainly can! i think it’s clear that these men hold a lot of power in the industry for this to have been going on for 6 years without interruption.

i’m not saying we should stop loving and being delusional over these men, but what i am saying is that if you want them to be seen as more human and not like gods, understand that your favs are capable of being fucked up. we don’t know them.

that man is sick in the head, and deserves everything coming to him in the near future.