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Surprise/two weeks l. Heeseung

♡ Pairing: heeseung x fem reader! ♡

Warnings! : smut, use of sex toys, daddy kink, edging, proceed with caution, mdni!

Note: thanks to each and every one of you for 1700 followers! Here’s a little something I wrote today. I hope you all enjoy it!

WC: 2,538

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Heeseung was on a two-week business trip which left you alone in the house all by yourself.

He promised you something special when he came back cause he felt bad for leaving you alone for so long even though you insisted on it being okay and that it wasn’t his choice to be gone that long.

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teddy bear.

Pairing: Boyfriend! Heeseung X Girlfriend! Fem! Reader

Genre: Smut🔞(Minors DNI), established relationship AU!

Warnings: Dom! Heeseung, unprotected sex (wrap it up before you tap it), cream pie, teasing, cunnilingus, Heeseung using pet names on reader (princess/ baby/ angel), multiple orgasm, dirty talk, mixture of both praising and degradation, possessiveness (Heeseung being jealous over a teddy bear), Hopefully I didn’t miss out anything else  

Summary: You decided to take advantage of the Christmas holiday to introduce your long-time boyfriend to your parents. However, you didn’t expect Heeseung to get jealous over a teddy bear you kept gifted by your ex. 

A Holiday Special: ➜ Heeseung

| ➜ Jay | ➜ Jake | ➜ Sunghoon |

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Word count: 4,165 words

a/n: Impulse decision for me to make a holiday/ Christmas special for the Hyung line! I will post the other’s every week in the month of December but since this was a last minute project that I made, Sunghoon’s part will probably be posted in the first week of January next year. Hope you all enjoy this little special gifts as a thank you for all the support in 2022! 

For this year’s Christmas holiday, you’ve decided to introduce your long-term boyfriend, Heeseung, to your parents after being consistently pestered by them for wanting to meet him for so long.

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this is AAAKFMEEKKWLWMSMAMWKTKKE

jealousy, jealousy ➳ l.hs

wc: 2.6k, genre: smut, warnings: spanking, overstimulation, brat-taming, dirty talking, degradation, slight possessive!heeseung, a plot twist near the end.

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lee heeseung was the most perfect boyfriend for you, everyone could see that and you always hear it even from strangers on the streets. he was sweet, gentle, caring, and even sometimes gets a little shy around you, he was also so patient with you even during fights, he would let you take it out all on him. he always holds you in his arms during your lowest moments and reminds you of how much he loves you and that he would never leave your side. thus leading to you falling for him harder every day.

your sex life was no exception, heeseung always made love to you and made sure to tell you he loves you and how much he loves your body putting your needs above his. you loved how your boyfriend always took care of you during these intimate moments, but you always wonder what would he be like if he got out of the soft dom zone, you wondered how far and hard he can go on you and imagined how angry he would get and take it out on you. these devil thoughts couldn’t leave your head and made you want to try this idea and see what it would lead to.

you’ve been acting like a brat all day to provoke heeseung arguing over the tiniest thing which made him confused and a little pissed but thought that maybe you were in a bad mood or close to getting your period, but even when he told you his dearest friend, jake was going to join the two of you for dinner you kept ignoring him giving jake all your attention which made heeseung a little hurt. but he lost all his control and patience when he saw you flirting with his friend.

“i love your new hair colour, jake, it fits you. makes you look even more attractive.” you said winking at him causing the man to blush thanking you quietly aware of the glare you were receiving from your boyfriend even daring to lock eyes with him and ask, “don’t you also think jake looks nice with the new hair, seungie?” the nickname dripping like venom from your tongue and heeseung said nothing but choose to keep staring at you.

the ringing sound of jake’s phone broke the sexual tension, you watched how jake stood up collecting his things grabbing his car keys making your boyfriend stand up looking at him with concern.

“everything okay, jake?” he asked and jake nodded.

“yeah, just some things came up and i’ve to go.” jake apologized and you stood up pouting grabbing onto jake’s hand pulling him.

“come on, stay, i’m sure they can handle it, i was looking forward to spending time with you,” you said whining a little which made heeseung scoff and jake looked at you apologetically.

“i’m sorry y/n, i’d love if we spend more time together but i really have to go and i promise i’ll make it up to you.” jake said and you sighed in defeat nodding as he took you in his arms hugging you.

heeseung was fuming at this point, he wanted nothing more than to rip you out of his friend’s grasp and hold you tightly showing jake that you were truly his. the next thing you did had the two men red, one from rage and the other from shyness. giving a kiss to jake on his cheek was far beyond the line, and when you saw how angry heeseung looked, you wanted to take it all back.

“i… i’ve to go, see you later guys.” jake whispered his whole face red like a tomato running to the front door not even waiting for any of you to follow him.

when you heard the door close, heeseung grabbed you roughly by the arm making you stumble into his chest his free arm circling your waist as you stared up into his almost black eyes that were hooded in lust.

“what was that little stunt you pulled, huh? what? do you like him?” he asked making you stare at him surprised by the change of his persona.

you know you have already fucked up, you succeeded in pissing heeseung off, and you were in too deep and you wanted to know how further you can go to completely break and make him lose all of his self-control.

“why? do you feel threatened? or are you scared that he can fuck me better than you?” you replied sassily smirking up at your boyfriend who let out an humourless chuckle his voice deep and his grip on your arm tightening and squeezing it slightly, he looked at you and whispered.

“you’re gonna regret saying that.”

with a blink of an eye, heeseung had torn your shirt in half yanking your sweatpants and panties in one go throwing you on the couch getting on top of you taking his shirt off revealing his muscular torso.

“i’m gonna make you scream so loud that the neighbours wouldn’t have to do anything but to listen to you screaming and crying out my name that will be the only thing you could think of.” heeseung growled a dark look taking over his handsome features lust clouding his eyes turning them almost black.

your lips collided together in a rough kiss, heeseung’s hand holding your wrists together above your head forcing his tongue past your lips exploring your mouth sucking on your tongue. it was the first time heeseung has kissed you this roughly, it was as if his life depended on it, you tried to free your hands but his grip was firm.

“stay still and don’t get me angrier.” he ordered whispering against your lip, his free hands wandering down your body his fingers ghosting over your erected nipples flicking it the slightest.

“heeseung,” you moaned arching your back but he looked at you his jaw clenched and slapped your boobs making you cry out in surprise as he smirked.

heeseung pushed you back down his hands on your abdomen pressing slightly causing you to huff fighting more against him much to his displeasure. growling, he flipped you around easily so now you were on all fours his hand coming to contact with your ass cheek giving you a spank causing you to let out a surprised squeal but couldn’t help but feel wetness pooling between your legs increase making you feel even more uncomfortable.

“if you wanna act like a brat then i’ll treat you like one.” heeseung said his voice carrying authority, you looked at him over your shoulder smirking and let out a scoff wanting to get him mad even more.

“really? that’s all you can do? tsk, i bet jake could discipline me better than you.” you sassed and before another word could leave your mouth, you received an even harsher spank.

tangling your hair in his hand in a fist tugging you towards him making your back arch just slightly as you let out a cry of feeling more aroused at the new side you were seeing of your boyfriend.

“you little slut, you really have no shame, do you?” heeseung chuckled giving you another harsh spank not even bothering to rub your skin to soothe pain, “i’m gonna put you back in your place.”

everything stopped for a second making you almost turn and look at what jay was up to, only to feel the silk fabric of your panties getting shoved inside your mouth, the smell of your wetness filling your nostrils.

“cum without my permission and you’ll regret it.” heeseung spoke and you nodded moaning a little when you felt his hands slip between your legs teasing your soaked entrance. “this is turning you on? you little slut, you just wanted me to go rough on you, didn’t you?” he laughed throwing his head back taking his cock out of his boxers giving you another spank making you bite down on your panties a soft moan leaving your throat.

“let’s see how long you can keep your attitude up.”

with that, heeseung slipped inside of you all the way in his hips setting up a steady, harsh pace not giving you time to adjust sliding in and out of you hard. his hand was still tangled in your hair tugging on it, his other hand was spanking your ass not stopping making it hard for you to hold yourself from cumming.

“heeseung!” you let out a muffled yall clutching onto the fluffy pillow in front of you digging your nails into it. heeseung groaned his hands going to your mouth pulling out your panties throwing them somewhere around the floor.

“louder, say my name louder.”

“fuck, heeseung!” you cursed your back arching getting putty between heeseung’s hands.

he knows your body like the back of his hands, and he knows all the spots that had you a moaning mess and could get you to cum right there and then. just like how he was doing now, he was hitting your g-spot brushing it with the tip of his cock making you cry out his name louder your walls fluttering around his cock making him smirk.

“oh, is the little spoiled brat gonna cum already?” he asked teasing slightly and you nodded whimpering hoping he would show you any mercy but he laughed slapping your ass. “that’s cute, but you’re still not allowed to cum.”

snapping his hips forward, heeseung was now deeper inside you, the knot in your stomach was tightening with every passing second making your task of not to cum even harder, feeling tears descend your face desperate for your orgasm.

rotating his hips the slightest, you moaned loudly letting go coming around heeseung’s cock with a loud moan, your thighs shaking a little from the intense orgasm.

calming down from your high, you felt heeseung stop all his movements grabbing you roughly by your hair making you crash against his toned chest. his breath was fanning the side of your face making goosebumps rise on your skin.

“did i give you permission to cum?” heeseung asked his voice dangerously low making you shake your head apologies leaving your lips begging him to forgive you this time.

heeseung cut you off when he snapped his hips against yours making his cock slip inside of you deeply sucking a lovebite against the soft skin of your neck. you moaned whining in overstimulation crying out slightly but your pleas fell deaf on heeseung’s ear.

“no, no, heeseung please, i’m too sensitive please, heeseung, i’m so sorry, please. oh my god!” you moaned throwing your head back closing your eyes feeling heeseung’s hand slapping your clit slightly.

“ungrateful brat,” he moaned huskily groping your breast, “isn’t this what you wanted? didn’t you disobey me and came without my permission? now take your punishment like the good slut you’re i don’t want things to get uglier for you. now scream my name.”

heeseung let go of himself pushing your face down and your ass up slipping in and out of you at a fast pace using you like you were his personal fucktoy. your moans and cries of his name were music to his ears smirking smugly knowing no one was able to fuck you this good except him.

feeling you cum around him for the second time he moaned at the way your walls gripped his member snapping his hips harder against you chasing his orgasm spanking your ass like crazy.

“heeseung, please,”

“could jake fuck you like this? do you think he’s going to be fucking able to do so? do you think he has it in him to fuck the attitude out of you? no, because it’s only me that can do so.”

“no! only you, only you can fuck me this good heeseung! fuck, it feels so good!” you screamed at the top of your lungs pleasing heeseung.

“that’s fucking right, slut. you’re my slut and i’ll fuck you just how i like.”

your third orgasm was approaching and you were a moaning mess, heeseung’s name is the only thing you can think of the overstimulation crashing over your body by your third orgasm but this time you squirted all over him.

“fuck, you made a mess,” heeseung moaned feeling himself about to cum, he held your bruised hips chasing his orgasm his cock twitching inside of you

“heeseung, baby, cum inside, please want it inside my pussy, hee, please.” you whispered his name falling from your lips like a mantra.

“fuck!”

a loud grunt ripped out of his chest stilling inside of your cunt, emptying himself inside you his cum painting your walls making you cum around him for the 4th time tonight. he moaned pulling away from you a little, seeing his cum almost spilling out of you. he groaned rocking his hips slowly fucking his cum further inside you.

panting loudly, his chest rising up and down rapidly, heeseung turned you around slowly watching how you were taking deep and long breaths. he hugged you to his chest falling on the couch with you on top of him, silence filling the living room.

“i never knew you could go this far.”

heeseung opened his eyes looking at you with a mischievous smile over your features making him let out an amused laugh spanking your ass gently saying. “you provoked me.”

“you were really that jealous of jake?” you asked and he rolled his eyes wrapping his arms around you.

“no, i wasn’t.”

“you definitely were.”

hearing the new voice, he jerked forward sitting up making you almost fall on the floor if it weren’t for his strong arms catching you. heeseung stared at jake whose cheeks were bright red.

“i forgot my wallet, i’ve been here for more than 10 minutes.” jake said making heeseung blink at him blushing slightly at being caught in such a compromising position.

you bit your lip noticing the tent at the front of jake’s pants smirking a little, looking at heeseung who looked back at the two of you having a conversation through your eyes feeling jake stealing glances at you from time to time sneakily.

heeseung smiled kissing your lips passionately the sound of your lips smacking together filling the place making jake more aroused. once you pulled away, you crawled to jake who was staring at you with a red face and wide eyes.

once you stopped in front of him, your hands trailed up to his belt unbuckling it as he tried to stop you his eyes shifting to heeseung yet you were able to unbuckle his belt pulling down the zipper followed by his pants, your hands about to pull down his boxers but he held your hands.

“y/n? w-what are you d-doing?” jake stuttered, a soft moan leaving his plump lips when you grabbed him through his boxers.

smirking, you pulled down his boxers, watching the way his cock stood proudly against his stomach the tip red and angry for attention. you looked back at your boyfriend who was now sitting on the couch a smirk on his face lazily jerking himself off.

you looked back at jake who was still looking at you waiting for your next touch making you feel confident and even a little dominant at how easily he was submitting to you. jerking his cock slowly making him let out a small whine and said before taking him inside your mouth.

“let me take care of you, jakey.”

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𝐒𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍 | 𝗟𝗘𝗘 𝗛𝗘𝗘𝗦𝗘𝗨𝗡𝗚

I must be favored to know ya. I'll take my hands and trace your lines.

ᨓ 。lee heeseung x fem reader ꒰📅꒱﹕suggestive ﹕tbc contains: masturbation, oral, p in v sex (reader is on the pill but wrap it before you tap it), en- hyung line will appear (02z), vouyerism, exhibitionism, threesome, orgy, use of sexual toys, squirting (a few), food play, ass spanking, and more. ┈─★

𝓈𝑖𝑛𝑜𝑝𝑠𝑖𝑠:

Two roommates, you and Heeseung, have a complex relationship marked by challenge and competitiveness. Heeseung, competitive and energetic, believes he is the best in bed and challenges you to a bet to prove it. You have seven days to see if he can back up his claim

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒:

𝟎.𝟎: 𝐖𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐚 𝐭𝐫𝐲?

𝟎.𝟏: 𝐋 (monday)

𝟎.𝟐: 𝐔 (tuesday)

𝟎.𝟑: 𝐉 (wednesday)

𝟎.𝟒: 𝐔 (thursday)

𝟎.𝟓: 𝐑 (friday)

𝟎.𝟔: 𝐈 (saturday)

𝟎.𝟕: 𝐀 (sunday)

𝟎.𝟖: 𝐀𝐫𝐞 𝐰𝐞…?

© hollyoongs, 2024. please do not copy, translate or steal my story NOTICE: If you see this in Wattpad (the spanish side of it), it's actually my book that I decided to bring it up here so you can also enjoy in an easier language such as english. TAGLIST: @glitterjay @lhspeachie @deobitifull @mirramirra @capri-cuntz @horijiro @sumzysworld @chokichips

(if you want to be added, lmk, I don't bite <3)

0.00: | 𝐖𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐚 𝐭𝐫𝐲?

ᨓ 。lee heeseung x fem reader ꒰📅 ꒱﹕suggestive ﹕+ 1.0k

𝓈𝑖𝑛𝑜𝑝𝑠𝑖𝑠:

Two roommates, you and Heeseung, have a complex relationship marked by challenge and competitiveness. Heeseung, competitive and energetic, believes he is the best in bed and challenges you to a bet to prove it. You have seven days to see if he can back up his claim

seven masterlist [here] || monday

The college years were the blank canvas you wanted to paint with quiet brushstrokes. You wanted to forge new friendships—maybe find a love connection behind a broken heart that had afflicted you a year ago. You emerged as someone completely transformed; your goals and perspectives had mutated, like the seasons of your life, taking you to a balance that once escaped from you. In the background of your being, you felt the fullness that you achieved only thanks to the fruits of your effort and the unwavering support of your older sister, Soojin. Among those achievements was a dream apartment, conquered with savings earned by pulse, containing everything that was yours.

But a tiny detail was hidden between the lines of his acquisition: that space was shared; he needed a roommate.

Happy? Not exactly. Ingenious? Absolutely.

Lee Heeseung was the name of the obstacle in your way. You didn't mean to hide the fact that the young man radiated undeniable attraction in every way. He had large, glowing brown eyes, slightly torn; a nose with an enviably tall bridge; slightly bulky lips; his slender, slightly toned figure made any garment unfold in a show of elegance; and his white smile had the power to illuminate even the darkest corner of the hall, if that were possible. But what obscured his image was his reputation: you had baptized him as a classic "womanizer."

A label he now despised when he heard it even at university for the boy's victims.

In a matter of weeks, the boy brought to his apartment a succession of girls whose moans sounded like jackhammers, preventing you from sleeping. because of it, every morning, you faced the world with a cup of coffee and dark circles that pointed to your wear, like a beacon for the unaware.

Patience ran out, and, with the contents of three bottles of soju running through your veins one day, you found an outlet on Soojin's shoulder and his girlfriend, Shuhua, a space where tears flowed without restrictions.

"I don't understand! Does he have a huge dick that it justifies those rants? I hate Heeseung, that selfish bastard." You just unleashed a flood of words without suspecting Heeseung had entered with one of his companions, listening to each syllable clearly. It was clear that he didn't got laid that day.

The connection that both individuals treasured turned, subtle but inexorably, from friendship to an amalgam of camaraderie and rivalry, a complex symphony of closeness and antagonism. The words flowing between them continued to resonate with a certain level of complicity, but the annoyance and hostility were no less palpable, acquiring a new nuance in the air around them. You, driven by a newly discovered courage, did not hesitate to look at Heeseung right in the eye and confront him directly, while he, for his part, seemed more interested in his plans to bring new companions to the apartment.

The holiday season finally broke out, and both of you gave the welcome of three months of breathing, peace finally reigned, this peace being interrupted by the occasional presence of your group of friends or your inseparable companion, Kim Mingyu, who shared the same contempt as you for the roomie. But neither of these two figures crossed the threshold of the duo in those days. However, you were given the idea of sharing a little time with Heeseung to clear the air and set boundaries, which you only received:

"I can't; Minseo will come today."

Determined not to stand idly by, you decided to use a strategy you knew very well: to strike at the most vulnerable point. His ego.

"How do you do it?" The words baffled Heeseung, who looked up to meet your challenging eyes. "How do you get them to keep coming, even with your tired and boring little friend?"

Heeseung strained his jaw, trying not to show the irritation caused by the comment. You found entertainment with his change of attitude, your smile being so playful that it was bothering him. The young man left his cell phone on the couch and turned his attention to you, forcing an artificial smile just like yours.

"I couldn't say exactly. I guess I make them feel so good that they just come back for more. Although, of course, you may not fully understand, considering… Jihoon, is that it? Hasn't he been through here yet?" — Heeseung returned the blow, taking the opportunity to undermine your confidence with the name of your ex.

"I bet those girls have to fake their orgasms. Even in adult films, they don't sound that exaggerated!"

"Are you implying that I am unable to satisfy anyone?"

"What I'm saying is that it's obvious how inept you are if you can't even perceive that you're bad in bed."

A spark of understanding illuminated Heeseung's mind, an idea so brilliant that he drew a subtle smile on his face. He slipped his tongue down his lower lip with a touch of sensuality. The simple action made you feel a slight uneasiness as Heeseung shortened the distance between both of you.

"Of course I can prove it. In just seven days."

"Do you need a week to get a girl to orgasm?" —a laugh escaped Heeseung's lips at your silly comment, who, without realizing it, had fallen into his trap. He decided to test the boundaries of the fearless young woman that was you. Heeseung placed his hand on his own chin and stared at it, removing some hairs that covered his face.

"I'm going to make you swallow your words, and maybe more than that."

The atmosphere was filled with unexpected tension, which turned from mere verbal confrontation into a sexual dimension in the blink of an eye. You could feel your breath intertwining while your silly heart was pounding, threatening to escape from your chest.

"Everybody's right; you're a long way from being a sex god." — Heeseung could not resist the temptation to whisper in your ear, his lips rubbing your skin before biting your lobe slightly. The sensation left you momentarily stunned, your eyes instinctively closed, and you couldn't help but blush when you heard the words that came out of Heeseung's lips—words that, honestly, you would never have imagined.

"I may not be perfect, but I'm the ideal person to show you how to treat a goddess like you. Let me show you what devotion is."

© hollyoongs, 2024. please do not copy, translate or steal my story TAGLIST: @glitterjay @lhspeachie @deobitifull @mirramirra @capri-cuntz @horijiro @sumzysworld @chokichips

↷ 𝚑𝚘𝚕𝚕𝚢'𝚜 note: I decided to bring this first to you before de Spider-Man enha smut, this will be a long ass ride and I hope you like it🦋

0.01: | 𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐃𝐀𝐘

Show you what devotion is, deeper than the ocean is

ᨓ 。lee heeseung x fem reader ꒰📅 ꒱﹕smut with plot ﹕+ 5.8k contains: voyeurism, balcony sex, oral (male and female), praise kink, boob guy Heeseung, Heeseung has a lip ring (IT'S IN FACT A WARNING), doggy style, ballet dancer, face off, teasing, phonecall sex, petnames (sweetheart and princess), hair pulling and a surprise towards the end. ┈─★

𝓈𝑖𝑛𝑜𝑝𝑠𝑖𝑠:

Two roommates, you and Heeseung, have a complex relationship marked by challenge and competitiveness. Heeseung, competitive and energetic, believes he is the best in bed and challenges you to a bet to prove it. You have seven days to see if he can back up his claim

seven masterlist [here]

intro || tuesday

You don't remember moving an inch after your little slip in the living room generated by your roommate, who eventually went to the building opposite his best friends, Sunghoon and Jake. For your great fortune, your sister's call that she would go to the apartment with food along with her girlfriend a few minutes after she left made you sigh calmly, knowing that you were going to have free grace therapy for your two favorite girls.

You decided to wait on the balcony of the place, breathing deeply in the fresh air of the afternoon. The sector you guys were in was remodelled, in fact the whole place, and in that you thanked your parents for lending you a significant sum of money for it by investing it in your comfortable home (because that was another thing you both shared, and it was being economically stable but wanting to be independent).

It had two armchairs with the perfect size for the average balcony, a small table in the center, and some padded high chairs that complemented everything harmoniously. This gave a perfect view of the urbanization and was at the same level as Heeseung's friends' window (unfortunately), but it was nothing from the other world. I only managed to appreciate the colored lights they installed each time they threw a massive party or just played on the console located in the room, although both buildings were quite close despite the street.

You observed from your position that in the opposite room, the three boys were receiving a boy announcing his entrance with some pizza boxes, and by the outfit, you could quickly recognize that it was Park Jongseoong. You had met each of them when Heeseung held a "small meeting," and Jake had come into your room believing it was the bathroom and coming back a few minutes later to talk to you because he was bored.

You still remember how the boy, whom you firmly believed was the personification of a golden retriever, pulled you out of your cave to join the party. Even though you wanted to wrap yourself in the sheets of your bed, you couldn't rest with all the noise; all you did was make sure you left your room safely and interacted against your will.

In your eyes, the four of them were quite different. Jake was quite friendly, and you could say that he was playful. Jay had shown himself to be a quiet extrovert but also a joker. Sunghoon was a pretty new case for you. In what you were sharing with the two foreigners, Sunghoon remained silent and only gave little smiles for education; all were interesting in their way, and along with Heeseung, you didn't avoid realizing how well they complemented each other, and you didn't doubt that their friendship was as you thought, "those that almost no longer exist."

The sound of the door being opened frightened you for a moment until you remembered that you had given the entry key to those who were coming. You got up excited to greet the couple with joy and relief. However, you didn't have to be a genius to know it would last a while when you dropped the bomb on your sister over Heeseung.

"Hey, are the dishes where they always are?" You shouted in affirmation, not ceasing to embrace Shuhua. She looked around and opened her eyes, surprised.

"How come Heeseung's not here?"

"It's in the boys' place." You pointed to the balcony, and Shuhua took the initiative to go there, so you had no choice but to get up and set the table. It was a routine all three had; Soojin arrived with food, and Shuhua was in charge of closing the balcony doors, although this time it was stronger than the previous ones when he saw Heeseung from a distance.

Shuhua wasn't such a fan of men, especially Heeseung, after your constant complaints about the women he brought home and all. And to your surprise, Soojin liked or hated Heeseung, but she was upset that he had no respect for you, your sister being the main reason Heeseung no longer brought his suitors to the place (or, well, not always).

All of you gathered at the table to eat in silence; only you were silent if we were sincere. The silence on your part made Soojin pay attention; she knew for sure that something was on your mind that was bothering you, and she was going to get that information out of you one way or another. Her direct attitude caught the attention of her girlfriend and yours when she applauded a little.

"What are you thinking?" Her eyes were fixed on you, and the surprise was on your face. You knew you weren't good at hiding your expressions, but you didn't think it was so obvious.

"Nothing."

"You're lying; you look like an idiot."

"Wow, Shuhua, thank you for that cute nickname." Your sarcastic voice didn't affect her; it even made her laugh. You had to tell her what happened, but there were no words to soften the situation.

"All right. You know Heeseung and I are pretty upset, and let's not forget I'm a mouthful. That part's important, actually." With Soojin's accusatory gaze and Shuhua's disgust, you wanted to stop, but you needed some advice. "Let's just say that I was screwing him with the fact that he was disgusting with sex and challenged me to have sex with him for seven days to prove otherwise." — Shuhua was choking on food, and Soojin was doing nothing to the shock of the above, reacting shortly after patting her girlfriend.

The two girls got up, trying to digest everything, and you could only shrink in your place.

"Look, I love you so much, as if you were my sister. And since I love you so much, I'm telling you to come live with us and leave this filthy scoundrel here and-"

"Accept what he proposed." You and Shuhua had a surprise expression all over your faces at what Soojin said after interrupting Shuhua.

"Honey, we're talking about Heeseung. The personification of an undeveloped human being wants to mess with the best creation in this world. No, I refuse." You were flattered by the last part, but you were confused anyway.

Soojin returned to his seat with a calmer appearance, unlike his girlfriend.

"I like Heeseung, if we forget that he used to bring girls to the place, but outside of that, he's a good guy, and you know it. Besides, don't look at it as a punishment like Shuhua does; look at it as a way to get you out of your misery. You've slept with other guys, but how many of them really made you feel good?" She was right. You were never happy with the sexual encounters you had because either they focused on their own pleasure or ended too quickly.

"None of them."

"Also, think things through. I don't like Heeseung, but I have to admit it's a...normal boy." Soojin held a small laugh and nodded at the words of her girlfriend, your hands intertwined with those of your sister, who gave you a warm smile.

"The decision is yours, and if it goes wrong, you have space in our home."

"But if the son of a bitch gets to-"

"Shuhua, please!"

"All right! Think about it!"

The beatings of your heart were pounding in your chest, while your senses seemed to be sharpening supernaturally. It was as if you were tuned to every detail of his environment in an almost animal-like way. You couldn't get Soojin's words out of your mind after they left, and you admitted with some regret that your older sister was right. Despite your reluctance toward Heeseung, there were valuable aspects to their relationship: his attention, his willingness to help you with tasks that were confusing to you, his undeniable attractiveness, and, although it was hard for you to admit, his maturity on most occasions.

Although you didn't want to look desperate, you realized you were looking for some kind of sexual release. Heeseung's offer was insinuated as an irresistible temptation. You weren't a complete novice; you had experiences that could be qualified as experimental. And considering the rumors about your "frenemy" sexual prowess, you couldn't help but fill your mind with bold thoughts. The thoughts of what his tactics would be like at the time, what kind of caresses he would like to receive or grant, and how he would explore their bodies in a fiery dance of desire. The idea of being with him, of giving up on each other in a whirlwind of passion, wrapped you in a spiral of anticipation.

"Damn it!" A cry of frustration emerged from your lips, suffocated by the pillow on your face. You sat on the bed, and your eyes sat on the clock table.

It was 1:28 a.m. Monday.

You could feel the need to take over, and he knew right away. You needed to release that tension that was invading you. Without further delay, you took a set of pajamas for the morning, hoping to cool off under the water of a shower. But the thought of Heeseung and the possibility of fulfilling his promise accompanied you as an insistent shadow, infusing his actions with a touch of anticipated electricity.

Looking for a break, you opted for a red fruit tea, confident that it would help you to reconcile your sleep without difficulty. For the second time on the day, you went to the balcony, a space that looked like an oasis of tranquility at that time. You leaned on the railing, letting your elbows sink into it, while your eyes rested on the streets that were illuminated by the faint light of the lighthouses. The day was routine, which meant that the urban landscape was calm. With your eyes closed, you gave in to the delight of that moment. The taste of the drink permeated your palate, giving it a sweet touch in the morning. You and the moon were the main actors in that serene moment. The cup emptied faster than expected, which led you to turn around and deposit it on the center table.

You were shocked to see Heeseung's figure approaching you. The boy was also slightly shocked before he burst into laughter at the fun scene. Heeseung stood before her, tied in one of her many loose black shirts, combined with her omnipresent grey joggers, which seemed to be an essential part of her wardrobe. You turned your back on him, trying to calm the accelerated heartbeat that the boy's mere presence caused inside you. After all, you had made a decision, and you weren't willing to take it back.

You were determined to follow the game Heeseung had proposed, to embark on those seven days that he promised so much.

You felt Heeseung's tall body settling next to yours, and your eyes turned to meet his. You noticed her staring at you, a little smile playing on her face. At that moment, they shared a moment charged with a mysterious attraction, as if they were two magnetic forces approaching inevitably.

"How come you're not asleep?" Heeseung began the conversation, breaking the silence. His voice sounded soft and slightly snoring, which only intensified the connection that was beginning to take shape between you two.

"I'm not sleepy. I slept a little in the afternoon after Soojin and Shuhua left." you answered, noticing Heeseung nodding in understanding. His eyes were placed on your profile—an action you didn't realize, but that stole his breath and left his mind momentarily blank.

For Heeseung, you've always been the most beautiful girl of all.

Your features were perfectly balanced, and your figure not only aroused his desire to explore what was under your clothes but also the desire to embrace you and never let you go. Your personality, an amalgam of strength and softness, created a balance that made you stand out wherever you went. Heeseung had been attracted to you from the moment he saw you smile brilliantly as you entered your apartment at that time, touching with emotion all that was within your reach.

At first, Heeseung thought it was just a passing infatuation, a superficial whim. That's why he went on with his way of life as a womanizer, unaware that you were becoming the missing piece in his life's puzzle.

"Sorry about today," Heeseung said again, bringing his voice closer to you. You looked at him, slightly confused by the apology. "What I said this afternoon was inappropriate. If you're uncomfortable and you need room, I can ask the boys to let me stay with them."

Moonlight did not favor you at all; in fact, its brightness allowed Heeseung to observe how your cheeks would acquire a lovely crimson tone. It was hard for him to contain a smile in front of that scene that I never imagined. A prolonged silence was established among you. What am I supposed to do now? Say something else.

Heeseung decided that his wishes were no longer worth hiding.

"I accept." you whispered suddenly, taking Heeseung by surprise.

"Do you accept me leaving?" Heeseung asked, bewildered.

A soft laugh sprang from your lips, making Heeseung even more confused.

"No. I accept that you show me how good you are." Your words resonated in Heeseung's mind, falling like pieces instead.

"I won't do anything you don't want." Heeseung said, his promises of respect and care being in contrast to the situation.

His words softened your heart a little, and you decided to venture even further. You brought your body a little closer to Heeseung's, enough to dare bite Heeseung's lower lip, adorned with a piercing in the middle, giving him a sigh that resounded with delight. It was a daring act under the moon, a gesture that sealed his complicity at that intense moment.

"Make me feel good, Heeseung." You challenged, your voice full of desire and longing.

"I'll show you the fucking clouds, sweetheart" he answered, letting his words carry a burning promise. Finally, both lips were found in a long-awaited and contained kiss for a long time. Heeseung's body leaned against the balcony railing, and his arms surrounded you, placing it in front of him without breaking his kiss.

You didn't stay behind; your fingers got tangled in the boy's platinum hair. The two were on the verge of a pact with Rati, a single movement to plunge into a whirlwind of fleshly desires. At that moment, they hid their true feelings, wrapped in a fire of passion and longing.

Each caress seemed desperate, a reflection of the months in which they had been waiting for this moment without even realizing it. Your hands left Heeseung's neck, exploring the boy's wide shoulders before firmly squeezing his biceps, an expression of the contained desire that was finally being released. Heeseung followed your example, your fingers playing with the soft satin fabric of your pajamas shirt that you were wearing at the time. Every touch of their warm hands under your shirt sent chills of anticipation through your skin, intensifying the passion that burned between them.

With a firm grip on your waist, Heeseung attracted you even closer, as if he wanted to merge their bodies into a passionate and unwavering embrace. The tip of her tongue subtly outlined your lips, causing a wider opening and an exchange of breath that culminated in the encounter between her tongues. The sweet taste of the cherry you shared in the tea accentuated the sensuality of the moment. Heeseung's hands gently walked the way from his abdomen to your bare breasts, making your skin stand before his touch.

His thumb and index fingers caressed your nipples, generating a moan that escaped from your lips and mixed with the boy's sigh. That sound sounded like music in Heeseung's ears, who smiled laciously at your answer. You were already lost in the pleasure he gave you, and in an instant of skillful movement, Heeseung's shirt disappeared from his body, revealing his skin in the moonlight.

Heeseung's skin was almost angelic in the darkness of the night. His figure, slightly worked, appeared in its maximum splendor without restriction of clothes. Her pants, lying suggestively down, implied that she was not wearing underwear—something that didn't go unnoticed for you and that fed your desire even more. However, the opportunity to admire his figure quickly disappeared as his lips looked for yours again with eagerness.

Heeseung explored your skin with his lips, charting a path from the back of his ear to your clavicles, following the same path you had walked seconds before with his shirt. Your breasts were released from their confinement, and Heeseung watched carefully as the cool evening wind hardened the nipples, generating a tempting and exciting image. His hands captured your breasts again, loving them delicately and firmly, causing you to tilt your head back, letting slip a sigh of pleasure that resonated in the atmosphere full of desire at the moment of feeling Heeseung's tongue giving little licks on them, gathering them to duplicate the pleasure it gave you. Each action lit fire between them, and the passion became more intense with each touch of their bodies.

Time seemed to expand at that moment of burning connection. After a while, Heeseung turned his attention away from the top of your body, and his hands slipped towards the back of his thighs, lifting you up easily. Together, they took a seat on one of the chairs, with you on top of Heeseung. Your knees were beside him, but you didn't sit completely down, wanting to prolong the moment of anticipation.

You let yourself be carried away by the frenzy of desire while their bodies were entangled in a dance of passion. In Heeseung's eyes, you looked like a goddess, and he worshipped you with every kiss he laid on his naked waist and the lines he drew with his lips. Every caress was an affirmation that what they were living was real, and your beauty in the moonlight stunned them.

Your lips took Heeseung's in another passionate kiss, but soon you parted with him, taking his hands to stand before him. The intensity in the air was palpable, charged with anticipation. Heeseung was momentarily baffled by your action, but his surprise quickly turned into grunting content when you got rid of your shorts and underwear. Kneeling in front of him, you looked him in the eye as your hands went up through Heeseung's covered thighs.

One action was enough to get rid of the only garment that covered his deepest desire. Your gaze focused on Heeseung's semi-erect limb. It was neither extremely thick nor venous, but its length caught your eye. The tip, dyed in a subtle red, shone with the pre-semen that emerged. Without looking away from his eyes, you let your tongue run through the liquid with a little tongue that stunned Heeseung.

"Damn, you're perfect for me." You were motivated by the comment and started with slow and sensual movements, caressing its length with your hands and applying the right pressure at the right time.

Heeseung's body reacted with soft movements, and the sight combined with the increasing humidity that could be seen in your pants generated a soft moan that escaped from his lips. You could see a grin on Heeseung's face before he closed his eyes, succumbing to pleasure.

Heeseung's hands encountered yours on his limb, gently removing them before you could continue. You raised your body to stand in front of him, and he sat you down so that his chest would touch your back. Your legs were opened by Heeseung, who placed his dick between your folds, no penetration whatsoever. Keeping the erotic contact and the tension.

Heeseung's fingers explored your clitoris, causing your body to shake and your hips to spin in small circles, both trapped in a whirlwind of desire. But the sweet nickname he used at that intimate moment highlighted the contrast between sin and affection, generating your lower part to beat in anticipation.

"Let me help you, sweetheart." Heeseung's digits explored your body, finding the way to the moisture that enveloped them both. Your moaning increased in intensity as you were carried away by the pleasure that took hold of you. Although you tried to keep quiet, the desire grew uncontrollably, pushing you to express yourself more and more. Heeseung surprised you by inserting a finger into you, and the contact made you bow your back while you were making a drowning moan.

The feeling of fullness and the touch of your skin with Heeseung's filled you with intense excitement. The second finger joined the first finger, shrinking and causing a tremor throughout your being. Your hands clung to Heeseung's thighs as your hips moved to the rhythm of his fingers, looking for more of that intoxicating sensation.

You couldn't deny that the moment of passion was like being in an uncontrollable flame that threatened to consume them completely. You opened your eyes, clouded by pleasure, and met the intense gaze of Heeseung, who had been watching you with a mixture of desire and worship. However, he didn't seem willing to let you take the reins any longer.

You looked ahead to give Heeseung your neck, and you didn't know if it was the moment that was making you hallucinate, confirming that it wasn't a mirage when you decided to focus completely, leaving pleasure on one side.

Sunghoon was watching everything from the balcony of his respective department through his circular lenses, and by the expression he carried, he had been surprised by the situation. The girl gradually stopped her movements, getting Heeseung to let go of a grunt.

"Is everything okay? There's something wrong?" — With no reaction from you, Heeseung followed your gaze, and he couldn't help feeling a little surprised when he saw his best friend with his favorite cup in his hand, without looking away from them. Sunghoon, seeing that he was caught, began to fix his surroundings until Heeseung threw a whistle, drawing his attention. At no time did Heeseung's hands move away from you, forcing you both to stand up and stand in front of the railing, your breasts completely exposed to Sunghoon and his free hand on your hips, his lips touching your right ear in a tempting way. "Do you like Sunghoon watching you? "See how you fuck yourself?" —the squeeze your walls gave his fingers confirmed his doubt.

You were ecstatic with the simple fact that that shy boy had now sat like an obedient child in a chair that they also had in their place in front of Heeseung, ignoring both of you by looking at his phone.

"Do you want to give him a little show?" With courage, you nodded. Heeseung left you for a moment, searched his pants for his phone, and returned to you. The screen clearly showed how Heeseung was calling Sunghoon. They both saw Sunghoon take his cell phone, and with a little doubt, he answered the call.

"Hyung, I'm sorry. I will go to my-."

"Don't go it, Sunghoon; we like being watched. Enjoy the view and the audio. Also, if you want to jerk yourself off, do it." You could see Sunghoon's eyebrows going up in surprise, and later on, he was sitting in front like he was before.

Your jaw was taken by Heeseung and placed so that your sight was fixed in Park. Heeseung again explored your intimate area, and at this point, you could feel your legs shaking as your orgasm was postponed. You could see Sunghoon shaking his leg from top to bottom with shyness, but his eyes would not move away in any way, coming into visual contact with him. You saw a little bit down, noticing his dick being marked in his pajamas. Heeseung pulled out his fingers, causing you to complain of dissatisfaction and look over your shoulder. But your complaints became a louder moan when you felt his penis pressing against your entrance. Your bodies were connected in a way that exceeded any expectations, and now you were leaning against the bar and with your ass at the perfect angle for Heeseung to enter in a delicious way, feeling the warmth and firmness of your torso while he held you with his arms. The phone in your hand was close to you, and you just knew how needy you sounded to Sunghoon.

Your movements and Heeseung's were reflected in Sunghoon's glasses; he couldn't keep his eyes off both of you. Every sigh, every touch, and every gesture of pleasure they shared had an effect on Sunghoon. You could see the desire to sprout in Sunghoon, his dick creating a tent in his pants. You placed the phone loudspeaker closer to your lips, sliding your hand through your own body, caressing your abdomen, and stopping in your clitoris.

"Sunghoon, touch yourself with me. Please."

Passion was burning in the air as the movements of the three of you began to synchronize. Sunghoon finally released his penis and wrapped it with his hand. The pressure he exerted on it was reflected in the veins that emerged from it. Heeseung filled and caressed you from within, and you could only lift your hips desperately, looking for that overwhelming feeling that only he could give you at that moment. Heeseung's hands went around your back, your hips, and your breasts, as if he wanted to touch every inch of your being. You let yourself be carried away by the wave of pleasure, your moaning filling the whole place and ear of Sunghoon as his movements became more frantic, screaming from time to time. You felt Heeseung's palm groaning your ass, the sting making you scream ecstatic.

In an act of impulse, you opened your eyes (which you didn't realize you had closed), noticing how Sunghoon was beginning to unbutton his shirt, allowing his skin to come into contact with the fresh air of the night, and his movements had increased speed, looking for his orgasm.

"Sunghoon, will you cum with me?" You saw Sunghoon throw his head back, and both you and Heeseung heard a grunt followed by a chain of groans.

Sunghoon's hand continued to move, occupying every inch of his swollen penis; his movements were almost as equal as yours on the next balcony. The sight of the Sunghoon was making you feel like you were going to explode at any moment.

"Shit, Heeseung, I'm cumming." Heeseung wasted no time, and it was his turn to stand in front of you. Taking your left leg, he made you wrap it around his hip with his hand right on your buttocks.

"Let me see you while you're doing it." —and once again, he came back with his unbridled movement. Now the speed of his action was fast; you both were looking like animals, but Heeseung was more focused on making you have the best orgasm in your life.

Your breasts were bouncing in front of him, your lips half open, leaving free high moans mingling with Heeseung's own sighs and listening to Sunghoon's whimpers. "Heeseung, Sunghoon, I'm close." —your grip on Heeseung's shoulder for support intensified when you felt that familiar knot in your belly, your moans being silenced by Heeseung's lips, who was also reaching his release before the exquisite feeling of your entrance by not wanting to let go.

Pleasure was built within you as an unstoppable storm. You could feel the contractions of your body approaching the edge, making your grip on the phone harder, and Heeseung was on the verge of losing control. The moans and whispers filled the space between them; every touch, every kiss, and every caress pushed them beyond their limits. 

"You're perfect for me, sweetheart. You squeeze me so tight. Fuck." The climax finally reached both of you—an explosion of sensations that enveloped your bodies completely. You clung to Heeseung as the waves of pleasure dragged you and were heard by the two boys, your body trembling in its ecstasy. Heeseung followed you, his release triggered by the burning union of their bodies. Both fell into a sea of satisfaction and exhaustion, their entwined breaths as they recovered their composure. You looked at Sunghoon, having the perfect view of how he let himself be carried by the wave of pleasure that ran through him, his hand and thighs covered by the uncontrollable jets of his semen, getting you to squeeze Heeseung's penis at the sight of the boy, who was now submissive. You felt a void when it finally came out of you. Heeseung moved the hand that had the cell phone to your lips.

"Come on, talk to Sunghoon, sweetheart." You swallowed dry and took off the speaker. You could clearly hear Sunghoon's sighs and feel his eyes across the balcony.

"Sunghoon?"

"Hey," Sunghoon's agitated voice returned your greeting. Your eyes deviated to his body because he was an athlete; he had a dream body, and you couldn't deny that you wanted to kiss that mole he had on his collarbone. You couldn't stop looking at his figure. "If you want, I'll send you a picture."

"Don't worry about it, just- " You took a leap into the air, feeling Heeseung's lips sticking to your vulva. You breathed a sigh down to see Heeseung. "I'm sorry"

"Is he licking you clean, princess? You must be dripping; Heeseung has that privilege, but it would have been better if you have two people."

"Really? How would you do that? Fuck, Heeseung." Your sensitivity was growing as the boy cleaned both of your fluids. Your hand went to his hair, pulling it slightly.

"Why don't you look?" Your eyes stopped the boy in his glasses, he got settled in the chair he had, and his middle finger and ring took a quantity of semen that remained on the tip. Shortly after licking that, you opened your eyes with surprise.

Was that the guy who didn't even look at you weeks ago?

Heeseung sucked out your clitoris, confirming that he actually made you touch the clouds without stepping on the sky; he had brought the sky to you. A final kiss was deposited that made you moan one last time. He looked at his cell phone in your hand and hung up on Sunghoon.

"One of seven, get ready for tomorrow, sweetheart. I'll show you what devotion is."

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Wind it back, I'll take it slow.

Leave you with that afterglow

ᨓ 。lee heeseung x fem reader ꒰📅 ꒱﹕smut with plot ﹕+ 5.3k

contains: voyeurism, oral (male and female), praise kink, boob guy Heeseung, Heeseung has a lip ring (IT'S IN FACT A WARNING), slight degratation, sex-tape, shower sex, doggy style, face off, bullseye, stand-up position. ┈─★

𝓈𝑖𝑛𝑜𝑝𝑠𝑖𝑠:

Two roommates, you and Heeseung, have a complex relationship marked by challenge and competitiveness. Heeseung, competitive and energetic, believes he is the best in bed and challenges you to a bet to prove it. You have seven days to see if he can back up his claim

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monday || wednesday

In the stillness of the room, you moved on to your bed, reliving the events of the morning. Your limbs spread gracefully, grabbing the bed space. A pleasant surprise seized you when you realized that a loose shirt covered your figure, guarding your underwear. However, Heeseung's absence baffled you. Usually, after an intimate encounter, the presence next to you awaited a passionate sequel before returning to the dream realm, a custom that you vehemently hated. So finding the empty space in your bed made you frown.

Your mobile device was still connected, indicating its full load. The clock was ticking around two o'clock in the afternoon, and a sense of renewal overwhelms you completely. Your thoughts slipped into the past event; a shy blush colored your cheeks. You still couldn't fully assimilate yourself to the whims of your hormones at the time. However, you recognized that you had experienced one of the most rewarding moments in sexual terms in a long time.

Heeseung had not only led you into questioning the talk that circulated around his erotic life (a subject that, thanks to his closeness, he didn't know at all), but also fulfilled a fantasy that, until that day, you didn't know you had inside. A familiar aroma permeating the atmosphere induced you to close your eyes and set out on the way to the kitchen, being welcomed by Heeseung's wide back and silky blue garment, thus encouraging its anticipation.

In the apartment, you found an unexpected scene: the kitchen island was decorated with two scrambled eggs, orange juice, and two bowls full of fruit, and one of them had your favorite cut into delicate portions. Your gaze rested on Heeseung, who was concentrating on its elaboration with an uncharacteristic intensity. You knew well that Heeseung's culinary skills barely extended beyond instant food, such as ramen, so seeing this filled your heart with warmth.

"Oh, you're awake. Good afternoon. Did you rest well?" The first lights of the day stroked their faces as you nodded slightly, moving towards the area where the utensils were waiting for their use.

"Yes, I wonder why you didn't wake me up." Heeseung turned off the electric stove, adding more food to one of the plates before taking it to the table.

"After our night, you were exhausted. I put you in those clothes, and we didn't share the bed to keep you from feeling uncomfortable. " Hiding a subtle smile after his departure, you found some sweetness in the action. Didn't I want to disturb you after the night they shared? It may sound stupid to have the answer before, but it was strange that he Lee Heeseung thought about it.

Of course, Heeseung had been receptive to Sunghoon's messages after that episode, encouraging him to seize the opportunity and conquer you. As a result, he was immersed in a reflection on his current situation. I knew that this approach was not the best way to earn your heart. Sex could easily be misinterpreted as a simple means of satisfying physical desires, and that perception began to weigh on him with some resentment. However, the memory of your bright eyes, widening as he shortened the distance between them, with your lips inviting him to join in a passionate kiss, unleashed his words, releasing them without any filter. And he had not spared in his sinful intentions, wishing to experience such a connection until the last of his days. Despite having promised himself, he was still in some sort of ecstasy.

The atmosphere was instantly illuminated by your presence, and sometimes the "breakfast" went to the background. In fact, time seemed to fade, and when they noticed, their mobile phones indicated that it was almost 4 p.m. You suddenly got up when you realized the delay, leaving Heeseung looking at you nervously.

"Do you have a plan for today?" When you asked that, he denied it, which made you smile.

"Why do you ask?"

"I was thinking of exploring the city to add new images to my professional portfolio. I'm not sure when I'll be back. Would you like me to bring you something for dinner?

"I'll go with you." — The inclusion of Heeseung in your plans baffled you; you couldn't help but show your perplexity. Heeseung spoke again. "I have to buy a gift for my nephew, who is about to turn four." The almost unnoticed pucher on Heeseung's lips was exposed thanks to your laughter.

Without waiting for Heeseung to respond, you quickly went to the bathroom, where you began your routine with almost choreographed precision. You had opted for a simple yet elegant outfit: sandals that highlighted the beauty of your skin and a long turquoise dress that fell gracefully on your figure. A spacious wallet hung from your shoulder, ready to house your camera, wallet, cell phone, and sunglasses. When you left his apartment and found Heeseung waiting for her, he stopped for a moment to appreciate the view. He wore a loose shirt, fresh black loose pants, and white shoes that turned an apparently basic set into a fashion statement. His eyes crossed, and Heeseung couldn't help but stare at you before he gave you a sweet smile.

"Are we…

"You look beautiful." The words were suspended in the air, and the blush on your cheeks seemed to shift to Heeseung's. Quickly, he scratched, indicating that you could pass first while he held the apartment door. You passed by his side, lowering your head to hide the smile on your lips, but you raised it to thank the boy.

When both were inside, Heeseung's hands skillfully placed themselves on the steering wheel, the journey developing in a silence that, although serene, began to weigh on them. To break the ice, Heeseung pressed the Bluetooth icon in the car and made a gesture to you to choose the music for the trip to the beach. You went under your playlist entitled "I like you" and randomly picked out a song: Mario's "Skippin'". You noticed how Heeseung's fingers kept pace on the wheel, and you heard his low voice accompanying the song. You couldn't look away from the boy, bewitched by how sweet and serene his voice was. Heeseung, realizing your attention, stared at you, his smile growing softly.

"What's the matter?" Heeseung questioned, turning his gaze to the road.

"Would you believe me if I told you I forgot you were part of the music production race for a second?" Heeseung opened his eyes with surprise, and you laughed softly.

"We've shared a lot of time as roommates, and didn't you remember I'm in the music faculty?"

"I'm sorry, I guess I got confused with your brother, who was studying engineering."

"Come on, have you heard me sing?" When you said an almost quiet "no,"  he opened his eyes wide.

"Sing to me," you said, and you could see Heeseung confidently lowering a little bit the music, enoguh to still maintain the rhythm of the song.

At a red light, he stopped the car and made a gesture as if he had a microphone in his hand and an ear. "From the moment I saw you, I knew that. You were all that I wanted in a woman. From your style to your walk to your fragrance, Baby girl, you got my heart skippin'. "

Unwillingly, your heart gave out, as the song said. Maybe it was this new facet I was discovering in Heeseung or the firmness with which he uttered those four sentences, but I had to admit that either one of them made your heart feel warm for a short second.

They embarked on their escape, the sun painting the sky with warm tones as they advanced towards the coast. The atmosphere was filled with palpable enthusiasm, and the conversation flowed naturally, mixed with the murmur of the wind and the waves that finally made themselves heard as they lowered the windows of the vehicle. You didn't know how many songs had passed or the time you spent watching the window while playing random questions between them; Heeseung was the one who most appreciated the moment. Heeseung strove hard in his words, seeking the right measure between frankness and subtlety, each prayer woven with the intention of revealing his interest without overwhelming.

"We're here!" Finally, after a long journey that seemed endless, you and Heeseung arrived at their desired destination, and excitement was reflected on your face. You couldn't hold back a cry of joy at the sight. As you expressed your excitement, Heeseung turned off the vehicle with a smile on his face and began to gather his belongings. And when Heeseung said 'his belongings', he was referring to your bag, which was full of essentials for the getaway, and a pair of sunglasses he had put in the glove compartment of the car once and never left.

Following his usual routine (which he could get used to if it was with you), Heeseung circled the car normally and opened the door for you to get out. You exited the vehicle with a beaming smile on your face and took a moment to observe your surroundings. The view was simply breathtaking. The tide was surprisingly calm, reflecting the serenity of the place, as the sun showed signs of beginning to say goodbye on the horizon with warm colors painting the sky. What caught your attention the most was the lack of people in the area, which made you feel an insatiable curiosity and the promise of a relaxing and private getaway.

"I can't help but think that the photos you're taking today will further improve your already impressive portfolio. No one knows this part of the beach, and what better way than to show it to you?" Heeseung smiled with a hint of complicity; the sun gilded his skin, and his eyes sparkled with genuine admiration.

You laughed softly, shaking your head as you settled your camera in his hand. "Don't believe it; there's always room for improvement. But thank you for the vote of confidence and for this place."

The beach presented itself as a perfect canvas for creativity that was just a stone's throw from your head. Captivated by the interplay between water and light, you captured images skillfully, focusing on seemingly trivial details that came to life through your lens. While working, your eyes occasionally found Heeseung, whose profile marked a harmonious silhouette against the horizon, immersed in thoughts of his own. In a fleeting instant, while you meticulously adjusted your camera controls, you managed to immortalize an image that transcended simple photography. In the picture was Heeseung, completely absorbed in his own contemplation, alien to the lens that framed him, radiating an intense and almost palpable tranquility. The snapshot did not merely capture its mere physical appearance; instead, it froze in time a state of being that spoke of introspection and authenticity, as if Heeseung's very essence had been caught at that time.

In the night, you decided to organize a photo shoot with Heeseung as your model, and he gladly accepted. Although the previous images that I had previously taken focused mainly on landscapes, everyday objects, and occasionally artistic pieces, photographs of people in his portfolio were scarce. In that session, Heeseung became part of a select group of individuals in your professional portfolio, along with your sister and her partner. Although Heeseung was reluctant to admit it and was nervous about the compliments that sprang from your mouth by their nature when modeling, the camera seemed to love him unconditionally, capturing his innate photogeny despite his limited modeling experience.

Some time later, as the sun began its slow descent into the ocean, Heeseung found himself in possession of your chamber once again. With surprising skill, he framed a photograph of you, absorbed in contemplating the horizon. The last golden rays of the afternoon caressed your face, bathing it in a light that gave it an ethereal and magical aura.

"I think you deserve a memory of yourself, don't you?" Heeseung whispered, and you looked back at him, finding his eyes full of sincerity and something else, something that seemed to resonate deeply.

The sun finally plunged into the sea, painting the sky with burning tones, and both knew it was time to return. They walked back to the car, conversations flowing like a quiet stream, as they had done with the idea. As they parted ways from the beach, Heeseung couldn't help but stare at you with a special glow in his eyes.

"It's been a wonderful day. Thank you for accepting my company." His words were simple but full of meaning, like a message not fully expressed.

You gave him a gentle smile, feeling a warm thrill to walk around your chest, changing to one of terror almost instantly. "Damn Heeseung, we forgot your nephew's gift!"

Heeseung threw a tantrum without stopping the car, despite your constant complaints. He looked at you for a moment before settling a lock of your hair behind your left ear before looking back at the front, without forgetting your nervous image from the action.

"It was an excuse to come with you. I like being by your side."

Returning to the apartment, you plopped down exhausted on the sofa, while Heeseung headed straight to the kitchen to prepare some ramyeon, his specialty, and bring some water for you. Glancing at his phone, he noticed that the day was about to come to an end. It was only logical; they had spent the day at Busan Beach, a trip that had taken their time both going and coming back. Besides, they had been so absorbed in each other that they had forgotten to eat since then, and their stomachs were growling with hunger. 

In just fifteen minutes, both of them were ready. Heeseung came out of the kitchen with the ramyeon packets and corresponding chopsticks in one hand, looking around the room for you.

"Where are you?"

"I’m in my room!" The answer came from your room, prompting Heeseung to move calmly to where you were. There, he saw you sitting on the floor, surrounded by boxes, with a frown on your face and your hands hidden inside one of them.

He sat down across from you, setting the groceries on the desk.

"Do you need help?"

"I'm looking for a pink charger; my camera is dead, and I want to look at the photos one more time. Can you help me?" Without waiting for an answer, you continued rummaging through the box. Meanwhile, Heeseung picked up another box and began to do the same. Amidst the jumble of objects, in one of the boxes, he found several wires—black and white. Fortunately for him, at the bottom, among the wires, the coveted pink wire appeared.

"I found it!" You smiled cheerfully at the sight of the charger and immediately plugged it into your device. Heeseung, on the other hand, headed to the desk to pick up his food, followed by you. For the first time, a comfortable silence reigned in the room as you two were practically inhaling the food with delight. You finished first and waited for Heeseung to finish as well before going to wash both of their cutlery. Heeseung looked at the contents of the open boxes out of curiosity and found a camcorder. In a lucky strike, the camcorder had a functioning battery and was in good working order.

You joined him a few seconds later, flashing a bright smile. "What are you doing?"

"I found this. Was it for a class?"

"Remember a show called “Good Luck, Charlie”? Yuna and I wanted to make vlogs for our younger cousin, but we didn't do anything, and that's why it's as good as new. " Heeseung started a recording, focusing only on you.

"Well, it works wonders. You do justice to the quality of the camera with your beauty." The words flowed out of Heeseung, and it made you start to strike funny poses to hide your emotions. "Do you think it has enough memory?"

"Definitely, I think it could record for more than two hours." Heeseung stopped the recording and stood up when he noticed that it was past midnight. It was finally Tuesday.

"I'll go brush my teeth and take a shower again. Rest well." Heeseung wrapped your arm in a gentle squeeze before he stepped out of the room.

You pulled your nightwear out of your drawer and headed to the bathroom, not forgetting your cell phone and even taking the camcorder with you without noticing it. You felt a little silly noticing that you had taken the camcorder with you and didn't even bother to return it. As you prepared the bathtub, you chose your favorite music and let the warm water run over your body once you were immersed in it, relaxing. The shampoo washed your hair as you enjoyed a small scalp massage. Then, you lathered your entire body to remove the sand and sunscreen that had adhered to your skin under the scorching sun.

A knock on the bathroom door startled you, and since you already knew who the culprit was, you opened the door and caught Heeseung's eye with a raised toothbrush. Heeseung looked surprised; he may have already seen you completely naked yesterday, but now you were pouring water, and your relaxed face made his thoughts fly to places they shouldn't be. 

"Hey, do you have… Why did you bring the camcorder in?" The curious tone was very obvious in his words, and you made a gesture to underplay the importance of the matter. Heeseung shook his head to focus on what he came in for. "Do you have any toothpaste? I'm out of mine."

"Come in and wash up if you want; I'm almost done showering anyway." You opened the door a little wider, allowing Heeseung to enter the bathroom. As you headed back to the shower, he planted himself in front of the sink. The mirror in front of him was fogged up, and his hand unconsciously moved to wipe it clean. The sight of you running your hands through your hair and body mesmerized Heeseung almost instantly. He brushed his teeth quickly, and as he was about to grab the towel lying beside him to dry himself, his eyes fell on the camcorder.

An idea popped into his mind as he opened the camcorder. The notion of having a memory of the two of them sharing a moment in this remote place caused a wave of excitement to run through his entire body.

"Can I join you in the shower?" The words escaped Heeseung's lips and hung in the air, heavy with palpable tension. The room was steamy, and the sound of your shower created an intimate atmosphere.

Time seemed to halt as they both awaited your response—a second that stretched like an eternity. Heeseung's heart pounded in his chest as he held the camcorder, waiting, wishing she would accept.

"Yes, you can, Heeseung." You surprised yourself with the affirmative answer you let out. Heeseung turned around, finding himself face-to-face with you, creating eye contact immediately, without even breaking it for a second, and especially when he removed the shirt from his body. You couldn't help but smile as you noticed the purple stains on the opposite body scattered as the garment came off the boy's body, and Heeseung indeed did the same; hickeys staining your breasts and part of your nipples were seen with admiration thanks to the water that made them stand out.

The atmosphere in the small bathroom room became even more heated with the intimacy of the two; the passion and desire in Heeseung's eyes were unmistakable. You stepped out of the tub straight toward the boy, and your hands stopped at Heeseung's warm body, creating a temperature contrast with the slightest touch. Your hands traveled from his chest to the nape of his neck, and Heeseung took you by surprise as he kissed your cheek. Heeseung's fingers stopped at your waist tentatively, with his thumbs making circles on your skin, sliding easily.

You responded with a brief kiss on Heeseung's lips, a gesture that made him embrace you fully. They indulged in the delight of emotions surging between them, as if the day before they hadn't even touched each other and had longed for this day like someone who hasn't eaten in years.

Your fingers slid down toward the elastic of the garments that still covered Heeseung's body, tugging down gently. A sigh escaped your lips and got lost on the boy's lips, sealing their complicity in that intimate and passionate moment. Heeseung kicked his legs slightly to remove his clothes and took you in his arms. The water still falling into the empty tub made you push him right under the stream of water, but the boy pulled you with him to dive into another passionate kiss under the water.

Heeseung's hands went down to your bottom, gently kneading your skin with his lips and descending to the other's neck. Heeseung's erection became more evident as the seconds passed while he relished in your caresses and the sighs that came out of you. You moved back a few steps until your back hit the wall, your leg moving to Heeseung's hip, causing both intimacies to come into contact. He slowly swayed his hips in a back and forth motion without fully entering into you with the intention of lubricating himself with the fluids that were already flowing out of your intimacy.

You watched the mirror in front of you with your eyes narrowed in pleasure, which was only increasing. Heeseung's back was in your full view, and you ran your hands over it. As you moved down, the video recorder caught your attention, your eyes focusing on the boy's back and the device. With some reluctance, you pulled Heeseung's body away from yours until, walking straight to the camera, you reached for the power button, turning the small screen to watch as the lens was focusing on your ravaged neck and Heeseung stepping out of the tub to come towards you. You mashed the record button and turned to see it start. Heeseung raised one of his eyebrows playfully until you devoured his lips once more.

"A little souvenir? " You nodded as you heard Heeseung's shaken voice after the kiss, and you gave a little jump as you felt Heeseung's palm land on your ass. "Then I'll make it unforgettable."

Heeseung grabbed the camera, and they stepped back into the shower. He left the camera in the corner of the tub as they let the stream of water flow their way in the midst of the kiss the two shared, your tongue being bitten by the mischievous boy, and Heeseung's fingers tangling in your hair. Just as it happened the day before, You dropped to your knees, the water covering your hips, your lips going straight to the boy's balls, making Heeseung close his eyes in satisfaction. Your right palm caught his erection perfectly at a speed he couldn't care less about; the minutes ticked by, and with them went the boy's moans. Your tongue now ran all over his shaft, and before you continued, Heeseung's hand was exchanged for yours.

His free hand went to the camera until he could see you through it with both hands pleasuring your breasts and his hand with his member, providing gentle caresses. His index finger and thumb took your chin to draw you close, and he gently touched your reddish lips with the tip of his swollen erection to get you to open them. Heeseung wouldn't lie about it, but you were almost one hundred percent sure that you could be the only person to make hi, cum with an oral like a virgin. You loved giving oral; it made your chest swell with pride, and for you to have the same guy who everyone said wouldn't even flinch at oral swoon at your touch was another level of satisfaction.

"God, don't stop." You had no such intentions. Now,  with his eyes fixed on the lens, you moved your head up and down quickly. Heeseung watched the screen and had to bite his lower lip as he felt his dick growing bigger in your mouth as a clear sign of his future climax. With a few suckers and feeling the boy's semen touching your mouth walls, you opened your mouth, leaving the seed free on your face and part of your tongue. Heeseung positioned the camera so that the tub could be seen with them and kissed you, your fluids mixed with his. As grotesque as it sounds, the boy loved it, especially when he bit your lip and you moaned, letting your tongue show his essence still on your tongue.

They both stood up again, and it was Heeseung's turn to kneel down. His nose collided with your clitoral area, and the palms of his hands went straight to your knees, rubbing a little after your previous action. Your hands went to the boy's hair, unconsciously tugging on it slightly as you felt his lips stop at your vaginal lips in a chaste kiss. Now it was you who couldn't take your eyes off the boy's big eyes, from which you could notice the mischief in them and the intentions he had.

"Are you all right?" you nodded, blushing, getting a sly smile to show on the boy's face at the sight. He squeezed your legs, massaging your thighs to his liking as he moved up to your buttocks, pulling you even closer to his face. It didn't take long for Heeseung to give little licks on that sweet little button of yours and for his fingers to collect the natural lubricant he was already doing all over your intimacy for the purpose of a well-deserved pre-game. The delight on your face made Heeseung know he was doing it right. The volume of your voice increased as Heeseung's tongue created a variety of circles on your clitoral area and his fingers finally entered to prepare you. Your walls were enclosed so that Heeseung couldn't help but sigh in delight, causing a small sensation to run through you.

Your hips began to move slightly, which was not unnoticed by Heeseung, who, with his free hand, gave a gentle but firm squeeze on your left cheek.

"Don't move." You were surprised at the tone, but it was all the more surprising that the commanding tone made you lubricate even more and your core throb with it. Heeseung made a mental note of it and spanked you, making you jump. He paused for a moment to make your leg rest on his shoulder, and you couldn't have felt any hotter.

Both the speed of his tongue and the boy's fingers were increasing; your moans were more and more noticeable, and you had to put your hand over your mouth to keep your modesty, as if yesterday you had not had sex with Heeseung (and Sunghoon as a spectator) on the balcony. Heeseung could now tell that the grip on his hair hurt, but the boy simply took it as an incentive to continue his actions. Heeseung could see your legs shaking and your body having little spasms from the wave of pleasure.

"Heeseung, God!" You let out a high moan as, in a moment, his tongue began to penetrate you and his thumb was now creating rapid movement on your swollen clitoral area, feeling liberated as you reached your climax. To Heeseung, it wasn't enough; he returned to the clitoral as fast as he could and grabbed your ass completely so that you wouldn't move.

Now you were again quivering with pleasure. As much as you tried to push Heeseung away, they both didn't want to. He gave one last suck on your clitoral area before slowly standing up. They were both the same again, lips swollen and reddish glossy with fluids, hickeys on their inner thighs, and heaving breaths; the only difference was that you looked tired, and you hated it. The tall man cupped your face gently and planted soft kisses down your neck and collarbones.

"Do you want to stop? We can do it if you want."

"I want to ride you again." Heeseung expected anything but that, yet he had no choice but to sit in the tub. Heeseung didn't realize he had moved the cover a little to keep the water in, took a seat on the tub's floor, and you stretched a little to open a drawer and take out a lubricant. You dropped the contents of it on top of Heeseung's second erection and spread it once, closing your eyes as you felt Heeseung's kisses all over your chest, lining up and sliding down until both pelvises collided in a rapid fashion because of how wet you were.

You decided to torture him a little, moving your hips in a slow circular motion. The boy's head was thrown back on its own accord, and the girl leaned down to kiss his prominent Adam's apple. Heeseung loved how your walls embraced him, surrounding him and bringing him to life, just as it was happening at that very moment, his eyes now locked on the almost nonexistent bouncing your perfect breasts made, his teeth gently catching your lower lip, and his eyes struggling not to close and not to give in to his impulse, because with those movements, he knew what you wanted.

"Want me to help you? " He didn't wait for an answer, and finally, he landed a loud spank with both palms, waking you up on top of him and massaging a little to relieve the pain. "I won't be gentle."

"Don't be" It started quickly; you still had the effect of the past orgasm, and Heeseung was fucking you with such speed while holding your hips, which was not helping at all. Now your breasts were bouncing in time with the thrusting, and one of them was caught by Heeseung, who realized that just licking your nipples while fucking you made you orgasm. 

"Heeseung…"

"What's wrong? You can't continue anymore?" Heeseung didn't stop his movements and even grabbed your jaw with slight strength so that you wouldn't stop looking at him.

"Keep going, please. Don't stop for the sake of it."

"Do I make you feel good? Do you like it? " An eager nod from you was enough for him to pull you away and position you so that your butt was in his view while you were being focused on by the camera. You moved your head precisely where you should look. "Can you be good and watch the camera until you cum?"

You nodded again, and Heeseung became even faster with his movements. Heeseung would lift your head all the way up as you dropped it through the heat waves of their intimacy, so much so that Heeseung put together a makeshift ponytail with your hair, lifting almost all of your body out of obligation. 

"Can you behave the fuck up?"

"I'm sorry, Hee, but it feels so good." Heeseung grabbed your jaw again, his thumb playing with your lower lip and reaching all the way inside your mouth. You sucked it fervently, and his free hand caught your breasts.

"Good girl, taking me whole."

"Damn it, Lee, I'm going to cum."

You felt a new knot in her lower belly, and Heeseung only needed his fingers to make you feel like a virgin. The knot is now being released as he pinched both of your nipples and played with your clitoral area simultaneously, squirting absolutely all over Heeseung's pelvis and you totally sprawled out in the tub. Heeseung watched in delight as you squirted while he felt his own release, pulling out anyway and releasing his final shots of cum on your lower back. Heeseung grabbed the camera to capture the beautiful sight and moved to your tired face.

"So precious and delicate." Your finger ran one last time over Heeseung's shaft and smeared his semen as if it were a moisturizer, licking him again and even venturing a little to lower the camera of the opposite hands to focus on Heeseung's little bit of cum dribbling down on your pussy. Heeseung sighed. "You're going to kill me one day, you fucking goddess."

© hollyoongs, 2024. please do not copy, translate or steal my story

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↷ 𝚑𝚘𝚕𝚕𝚢'𝚜 note: Finally, after many things happening in my life and in my country, this blog got post it, tysm for waiting <3 ALSO, shout out to my girl @kwiwin for translating the other half, ilysm my real 🦋

𝔼ℕ- ℂ𝕀ℕ𝔼𝕄𝔸𝕋𝕀ℂ 𝕌ℕ𝕀𝕍𝔼ℝ𝕊𝔼

"Here We All Are Back On Earth, With Nothing But Our Wit And Our Will To Save The World."

SYNOPSIS: 7 guys that have the power to change the world for good in a unique way, sure they can mess the whole city they are battling or end in another universe, but one thing is sure, they will always comeback home for some love.

AUTHOR'S NOTE: This whole serie is SMUT (no Ni-Ki smut) is dedicated to my marvel engene enthusiasts and my pookie @kwiwin who made this jaw dropping edits and made my vision come to life, ALSO, this is a taglist and later on will be out the masterlist, thanks for the love and support of this <3

SPOILERS + BLOG:

HEESEUNG:

spoilers: 1 2 3

1/7: HEE-POOL'S DID IT AGAIN

JONGSEONG:

spoilers: 1 2 3

2/7: PROOF THAT PARK JONGSEONG HAS A HEART

JAEYUN:

spoilers: 1 2 3

3/7: PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE

SUNGHOON:

spoilers: x x x

4/7:

SUNOO:

spoilers: x x x

5/7:

JUNGWON:

spoilers: x x x

6/7:

RI-KI:

spoilers: x x x

7/7:

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𝐇𝐄𝐄-𝐏𝐎𝐎𝐋'𝐒 𝐃𝐈𝐃 𝐈𝐓 𝐀𝐆𝐀𝐈𝐍! || (𝗲𝗻- 𝗰𝘂 𝘀𝗲𝗿𝗶𝗲𝘀)

"Tell me where your fucking boss is or you're going to die! In five minutes!"

SYNOPSIS: 7 guys that have the power to change the world for good in a unique way, sure they can mess the whole city they are battling or end in another universe, but one thing is sure, they will always comeback home for some love.

PAIRING: Deadpool!Heeseung x Computer Science Worker!reader (the reader is fem bodied) || GENRE: smut, crack || W.C: +4.2k || TRIGGER WARNING: lots of cursing, Heeseung is a menace but he's in love, is somebody gonna match their freak fr, Hee gets fucked with his masked on, oral (f), knife play, blood play (but it's like for a second), dark humour, knife licking, dirty talk, petnames (slut), bratty reader, dom Heeseung, slapping, cowgirl, unprotect sex (there's no party without a birthday hat)

Once upon a time, there was this asian young adult called Heeseung, who saves those in need and rescued cats on tall trees...

Yeah, I'm breaking your bubble right now because we are not starting like that.

Heeseung sat on his favorite bar stool, nursing ramen and whiskey with delight. The bar was as lively as ever, filled with mercenaries and ne'er-do-wells. But tonight, Heeseung felt particularly chatty, and his friend, Jake, had to pay for it.

"Hey, Jake," Heeseung called to the bartender. "You ever wonder why ramen is so darn delicious?"

Jake, used to his friend's random musings, didn't even look up. "Nope. Just you, buddy."

Heeseung took a dramatic bite at his plate. "You sound like my girl so much, but hear me out. It's the perfect balance of sticky, cheesy, and spicy, my friend. It's like a symphony in my mouth, with a full brass section and everything."

Jake rolled his eyes. "You know, some people come here to forget their problems, not to hear about yours."

"Touché, mon frère," Heeseung said, tipping an imaginary hat. "But speaking of problems, did I ever tell you about the time I had to fight a gang of mutant chickens?"

Before Shim could respond, the bar door swung open, and a man in a suit walked in, looking around nervously. He spotted Heeseung and made a beeline for him.

"Deadpool?" the man asked, his voice trembling slightly.

Heeseung turned, his eyes lighting up behind his mask. He recognized the man by heart; it was your caring boss, the father figure you never had, and his white shirt covered with blood and his injuries made everybody in that bar turn their heads around. "Why yes, it is I, the Merc with a Mouth, the Sultan of Sarcasm, the Duke of Deadliness. How can I help you, my good man?"

The man fidgeted, clearly out of his element. "I need your help. I was working, and a gang of thugs kidnapped people from the computer science team of my company. They’re demanding a ransom I can’t afford, and the police think it's a fucking joke because of all the prank calls similar to this situations."

Heeseung's playful demeanor instantly shifted to serious. "Alright, buddy. Give me the details. You have names?"

"Yes, I do." The man was so nervous that Heeseung had to take off his hands the two small pieces of paper, both of which crumpled, one with an address and another with the names of the people they took. His eyes widen when he sees your pretty name in the bloody paper, anger boiling in his body. "Please, help me."

Heeseung nodded, his tone now deadly calm despite how he was feeling. "Don't worry. Deadpool's on the case. And hey, if we save them before bedtime, I'll throw in a free ramen cup."

The man looked confused but grateful. "Thank you, Deadpool. I don't know how to repay you."

Wade patted him on the shoulder. "Just tell everyone you meet about the amazing exploits of Deadpool. And maybe buy my action figure. It's got twelve points of articulation!"

Heeseung finished his whiskey in one swift gulp, then hopped off the barstool with a theatrical flourish. "Jake, keep my seat warm. I'll be back with a side of justice."

Jake smirked, shaking his head. "Try not to burn down the city this time."

"No promises," Heeseung quipped, grabbing his katanas from behind the bar. With a dramatic spin, he headed out the door, the man in the suit trailing nervously behind him.

The address led them to an abandoned warehouse on the outskirts of town, the kind of place where bad things happened in every action movie ever made. Heeseung crouched behind a rusty dumpster, peeking around the corner.

"Stay here," he whispered to the man, who nodded vigorously.

Heeseung crept closer to the building, his senses on high alert. The sound of muffled voices and the flicker of dim lights guided him to a side entrance. He slipped inside, moving like a shadow through the darkened corridors.

As he approached a large room, he could hear the thugs laughing and taunting their captives. Heeseung's grip tightened on his katanas. He peeked around the corner and saw the gang—a motley crew of heavily armed goons. And there, tied to chairs in the center of the room, were the kidnapped employees, including you.

Heeseung's heart skipped a beat when he saw you, bruised but defiant, your eyes meeting his with a mixture of relief and determination as he saw you completely tied up from head to toe. He gave you a reassuring nod before stepping into the room with a dramatic flair.

"Good evening, ladies and gentlemen!" Heeseung announced, his voice echoing through the warehouse. "The entertainment has arrived!"

The thugs turned, confusion turning to anger as they recognized the masked intruder. "Who the hell are you?" one of them growled, raising his gun.

"Deadpool," Heeseung said, his tone dripping with sarcasm. "But you can call me friendly neighborhood Deadpool. And I'm here to kick ass and eat ramen—and I'm all out of ramen."

With a blur of motion, Heeseung launched himself at the nearest thug, his katanas slicing through the air with deadly precision. Chaos erupted as the gang members scrambled to respond, but Heeseung was a whirlwind of steel and fury, taking them down one by one.

Heeseung was in front of you fighting for his life. You turned your head and shut your eyes when you saw the katana going directly to one of the thugs head and felt the blood splash on you. Heeseung turned around, and you could see his eyes moving up and down on you.

"Damn, your tits look awesome when you get tied up."

Your eyes widened at your boyfriend's unexpected (but pretty normal at this point) comment, but before you could react, he was back to fighting, his katanas flashing in the dim light. In the midst of the melee, your boss managed to free you from the ropes, taking you to a safe place with the rest of your coworkers. The remaining thugs, realizing they were outmatched, tried to flee, but Heeseung was faster. In a matter of minutes, the warehouse was silent, except for the groans of the defeated gang members.

Heeseung wiped his katanas clean on one of the thug's jackets, then sheathed them with a flourish. He turned to you, a wide grin visible even under his mask. "Well, that was fun. How's everyone holding up?"

Your boss stumbled forward, looking both terrified and amazed. "I… I can't believe you did it. Thank you, Deadpool."

"Ah, just another day at the office," Heeseung said, waving off his gratitude as all of you heard the police sirens. When the police entered, they were shocked to see every thug down and bleeding. A police officer saw Heeseung and pointed him with the gun, him still walking to the entrance.

"What the fuck have you done?!"

"Your job."

The officer's face twisted in frustration, but he lowered his gun. Heeseung, ever the showman, gave a mocking salute before heading out of the warehouse. You followed closely behind, your heart still pounding from the adrenaline, and for an interogation of them, taking two hours of it and Heeseung waiting in the darkness.

Outside of the police department, the night air felt cool against your skin, a stark contrast to the chaos inside. You found Heeseung without his suit. He turned to you, his eyes softening. "Are you okay?" he asked, his voice gentler than you'd ever heard it.

You nodded, still trying to process everything. "Yeah, thanks to you."

Heeseung chuckled, his playful demeanor returning. "Well, you know me. I can't resist a damsel in distress. Or, in your case, a badass who just happened to get kidnapped."

You rolled your eyes but couldn't help the smile that tugged at your lips. "You have the worst timing with compliments, you know that? But yeah, Heepool's did it again."

Heeseung shrugged with a mischievous glint in his eyes. "It's part of my charm."

The man in the suit approached you two, looking immensely relieved and frowining at the view of the couple. "Someone saw Deadpool?"

"Ah, no." Heeseung replied. "But he told me to tell you to remember to buy his action figure. And maybe a ramen cup or two."

"You bet my future action figure that I'll. Also, take the week off, don't go to work." The man gave a shaky laugh when he saw your happy face after the news of your free week, then hurried back to check on the other employees. Heeseung turned back to you, his expression more serious now.

"Let's get you home," he said, slipping an arm around your shoulders. "I think we've both had enough excitement for one night."

Heeseung led you through the darkened streets, his arm a reassuring presence around your shoulders. The adrenaline from the night's events was starting to wear off, leaving you feeling drained and vulnerable. Heeseung seemed to sense this; his usual playful banter toned down to a comforting silence.

When you finally reached your apartment, he paused at the door, his eyes searching yours. "Are you sure you're okay?" he asked again, his concern evident.

You managed a small smile, appreciating his worry. "Yeah, I'm okay. I just need to process everything."

Heeseung nodded, then surprised you by leaning in and kissing your forehead. "If you need anything, I'm just a call away. Or a text. Or a smoke signal. You know, whatever works."

You laughed softly, the tension easing just a bit. "Thanks, Heeseung."

Heeseung went to his room, and you looked at his suit on top of the table. You took the mask to give it a look, and you put it on.

You took a moment to adjust the mask, its familiar texture pressing against your face. You felt an odd sense of comfort and security, as if channeling Heeseung's confidence through the simple act of wearing it.

Just then, Heeseung emerged from the bedroom, his eyes immediately locking on you, completly lying down on the sofa in a cocky pose. He stopped in his tracks, a slow grin spreading across his face. "Well, look at you, trying to steal my thunder," he teased, his tone playful.

You laughed, feeling a bit silly but also empowered. "Just seeing what it's like to be the hero for a change."

Heeseung stepped closer, his gaze intense as he took in the sight of you in his mask. "You wear it well," he said, his voice dropping to a husky whisper. "But there's one more thing you need to complete the look."

"And what's that supposed to be, Heeseung?"

With a swift, fluid motion, Heeseung pulled you into his arms, his hand uncovering your lips and his lips capturing yours in a passionate kiss. The intensity of his embrace took your breath away, his hands roaming possessively over your body. You melted into him, your own hands finding their way to the back of his neck and pulling him closer.

Heeseung's touch was electrifying, his fingers deftly exploring every inch of your skin. You could feel the heat radiating from him, his desire matching your own, as the kiss deepened, growing more urgent. He finally took your mask off your pretty face as he backed you towards the bed, his movements sure and determined. You stopped for a moment when you sensed his intent on leaving the mask in the living room.

"Take it. I've always wanted to be fucked by a super."

"Fucking hell, you're so done." He again attacked your lips with his messier and more passionate hands. Heeseung's hands slipped under your shirt, the feel of his skin against yours sending shivers down your spine. He broke the kiss just long enough to pull your shirt over your head, his eyes dark with lust as he took in the sight of you. "God, you're beautiful," he murmured, his voice rough with need.

You reached for him, pulling him back to you, your lips crashing together once more. His hands were everywhere, igniting a fire within you that demanded to be quenched. You could feel his hard muscles beneath your fingers; the raw strength of his body was a stark contrast to the tenderness in his touch.

With a growl of frustration, Heeseung tore his own shirt off when he threw you into his bed, his eyes never leaving yours. The sight of his bare chest and the defined lines of his muscles only fueled your desire. You reached for him, your hands tracing the contours of his body, feeling the heat and power that radiated from him.

Heeseung's hands moved to your jeans, deftly unbuttoning and sliding them down your legs. You kicked them off, your breath coming in ragged gasps as he pressed you back onto the bed. His lips followed, trailing hot kisses down your neck, your collarbone, and your stomach.

You arched into his touch, your body aching for his. Heeseung's fingers found their way to your pants, teasing and tormenting you until you were begging for him. With a wicked grin, he finally slid them off, leaving you completely exposed beneath him.

Heeseung took a moment to drink in the sight of you, his eyes filled with a mix of awe and desire. "You're perfect," he whispered, his voice thick with emotion. You saw between your legs, thinking he told that to you, but he was looking at your pussy with love eyes and directly to your cunt.

He was talking to your pussy.

"Heeseung, for fuck sake."

"Silence; she likes when I praise her for being so wet for me." He was now lying in his stomach with his feet up, the palms of his hands being a support for his chin, while he looked at your throbbing cunt.

"I swear to God, Heeseung, if you don't do something, I'm leaving."

"God, you're so fucking needy. I love it." He took the back of your throat and pushed you to him, your lips attaching to your pussy in a way that made you scream like a pornstar.

Lee Heeseung was such a character, but you've been in love with him for two years and you still can't get used to his actions, but God, you were so into it.

He was eating you out with so much enthusiasm. You gripped the sheets beneath you while biting your lower lip, trying to control your volume, but Heeseung was making wonders with you. You could feel that familiar knot creating, and your back arched in pleasure, your eyes shutting down because of the overwhelming sensation.

"Fuck, Heeseung…"

"My pretty slut is going to cum?" You moaned in response. He slapped your tights, making you jump a little as he stood up. Finally,  taking the rest of his clothes off him and taking a small knife from his drawer, he took his mask and put it on, your eyes shinning in anticipation. 

"What are you doing now?"

"You said you wanted to get fucked by a super. I'm fucking you the Deadpool way." He went back to the bed, the blade of his knife on your chin as he raised your head with it, your eyes looking right at his through the mask. He knew by heart that he wouldn't even try to cut you, and he was actually a little doubtful if you would like it.

So what you did actually made him lose his mind.

You took his wrist, the one that held the knife, as you stuck out your tongue, licking the blade and making his breath get stuck in his throat as he watched your tongue going around the knife.

"Holy mother of God," you said with a silent laugh. "You're one hell of a surprise, aren't you?" He growled, his voice low and gravelly, the knife trembling slightly in his grip. He leaned closer, the heat of his body radiating against yours as he pressed the blade gently against your skin—a deliciously dangerous sensation that sent shivers down your spine.

"Deadpool way, huh?" You teased, your voice a sultry whisper. "Let's see if you can keep up."

He chuckled darkly, his free hand trailing down your body, his fingertips grazing your skin, and leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake. "Oh, I can keep up," he murmured, his voice dripping with wicked promise. "But the question is, can you handle it?"

You bit your lip, the anticipation making your heart race. "Why don't you find out?" you challenged, your eyes sparkling with a mix of defiance and desire.

He growled, a primal sound that sent shivers down your spine. He pushed you back onto the bed; the knife roamed over your body, claiming you with an urgency that made your heart race. The mask added an element of anonymity, a thrill that neither of you could deny.

"Answer me, not with another question." His voice was a dark promise, his right hand gripping your hips as he positioned himself between your legs.

"I can handle anything you throw at me," you challenged, your breath coming in short, excited gasps as you felt the cold of the blade, your kin burning with desire.

His eyes behind the mask bore into yours, filled with an intensity that made you shiver. "Then let’s see if my bratty slut is saying the truth."

Without another word, he thrust into you a raw, powerful movement that made you cry out. He moved with a rhythm that was both punishing and exhilarating, pushing you to the edge and then pulling you back, over and over again. 

"Look at you," he panted, his voice a mixture of amusement and desire. "My pretty slut, taking it so well."

You could barely respond, your mind a haze of pleasure and sensation. All you could do was hold on and ride the wave of ecstasy that he was creating.

Heeseung's grip on the knife tightened momentarily, his lips ghosting over your ear, sending a shiver down your spine.

"What happened? Is it too much?" He was teasing you; you were 100% sure that he was smiling behind the mask while seeing you as such a mess below him. Your eyes are teary, your pretty lips are parted, and your eyes are rolling at the back of your head due to his movements.

That's like an ego boost for him.

In one swift motion, you pinned him beneath you, his hands roaming possessively over your body in surprise. His touch was rough and demanding, yet laced with a gentleness that made your head spin. The mask he wore only added to the intoxicating allure, his eyes piercing through the fabric with an intensity that made your breath hitch.

"I'm taking this." He growled when the knife wasn't on his hand anymore but on yours, moving to his jawline and pecs as you put his dick inside you once again. Heeseung lost his mind because, no matter how much he fucked the living shit out of you, you'll always be tight.

You started in his favorite position, cowgirl.

The room was filled with the sounds of your shared passion, the rhythm of your movements matching the beat of your racing hearts. Heeseung's hands found your hips, guiding you with a mixture of dominance and encouragement.

"You like this, don't you?" He taunted, his voice rough with desire. "My pretty slut is riding me so well."

You couldn't help but moan in response, the sensation of him filling you completely overwhelming your senses. Each thrust brought you closer to the edge, your body trembling with the intensity of your pleasure.

Heeseung's eyes never left yours. You could feel his gaze burning into you, fueling the fire that raged between you.

With a sudden, powerful thrust, he took control once more, flipping you onto your back with a predatory growl. His movements were relentless, his hands pinning you down as he drove into you with a force that left you breathless.

"You're mine," he whispered harshly, his breath hot against your ear. "Don't forget that."

"I fucking won't. I swear." You were a moaning disaster, your body arching beneath him as he pushed you to the brink. The world around you blurred; the only thing that mattered was the intense connection you shared with him in that moment.

Heeseung's pace quickened, his grip on you tightening as he brought you both closer to the peak, his hand slapping to your tits and thights. The pleasure built to an almost unbearable crescendo, your cries of ecstasy mingling with his low, primal groans.

"Fuck! Don't stop."

"I wasn't even thinking about it- Fuck. You're such a slut for me."

"Fuck! Yes, I am. I'm your cum-slut." Now you were sure the bed was about to break anytime soon. The speed was inhumane.

Finally, with a shuddering thrust, he sent you both over the edge, the wave of pleasure crashing over you in a blinding, all-consuming surge. You clung to each other, riding out the intense high together, your bodies trembling with the aftershocks.

As the world slowly came back into focus, Heeseung took off his mask, his appearance being hotter than it was before as he kept on shooting all his sperm over your legs, his cum being unstoppable. You saw the knife on your hand, and you kneeled in front of him, some of his cum attacking your face. 

You passed the blade of the knife over his dick, collecting his cum, and the knife was coated in white in no time. He moaned at the look of you taking all the blade in your mouth and licking it like it was his dick in a gentle manner.

"Stop. I don't want to appear in those "He died because his girl just made his sexual fantasy a reality." ,stop making me horny." He took off the knife from your hand after that sinful sight and laid you down in bed again, your legs opening as he took a look at your lovely cunt.

He now passed the blade with care all over your cum mixed with his; he copied your action a little too eager, cutting himself in the tongue and his face crunched due to the pain.

"Fuck, that hurt."

"No shit, Sherlock." You sat on the bed with him as you told him off and looked at his tongue. Blood was starting to spread, but it was a small cut, but not too small to say it was superficial.

"Who cares? I got used to the taste of blood in my mouth." You put your index finger in his wound, making him hiss. Curiosity struck again, and you insert your finger to your mouth, licking his blood. "Fuck you, actually."

"I was curious."

"It tastes better with my lips on yours; let me give you a taste." His hand went to the back of your neck, welcoming you in a hot kiss once again, his lips urgent against yours as he pulled you closer. The taste of blood mingled with the remnants of your shared pleasure, creating a heady mix that left you both breathless. Heeseung's tongue danced with yours, the slight sting adding an edge to the already electric connection between you.

His hands roamed your body, exploring every curve and dipping with renewed fervor again. Each touch sent shivers down your spine, the intensity of his desire igniting your own. You could feel his heartbeat pounding against your chest, the rhythm matching the wild thrum of your own pulse.

Breaking the kiss, Heeseung's eyes locked onto yours, dark and filled with a primal hunger. "You're perfect," he murmured, his voice rough with emotion. "Every inch of you."

His words sent a flush of heat through you, and you arched into his touch, craving more, wanting another orgasm. Heeseung responded instantly, his fingers trailing down your body to explore the slick heat between your thighs. The sensation was overwhelming, and you moaned, your body trembling with anticipation.

"I want you to feel everything," he whispered, his breath hot against your skin. "Every touch, every kiss, every thrust. I want you to remember this moment forever."

With that, he began to move again, his touch gentle but insistent. The pleasure built slowly this time—a steady, relentless climb that left you gasping for breath. Heeseung's eyes never left yours, the connection between you deepening with every shared gasp and moan.

As the intensity mounted, you felt yourself slipping over the edge once more, your body surrendering completely to the waves of ecstasy that crashed over you. Heeseung followed you into the abyss, his release mingling with yours in a final, shattering moment of bliss.

When the world finally settled around you, you lay in each other's arms, the afterglow wrapping you both in a warm, comforting embrace. Heeseung's fingers traced lazy patterns on your skin; his touch was a gentle reminder of the connection you shared.

"Are you okay?" he asked softly, his eyes filled with concern.

You smiled, your heart swelling with love for him. "More than okay," you whispered. "I'm perfect."

Heeseung's smile mirrored yours as he pulled you closer, his arms wrapping around you protectively. "Good," he said, his voice filled with contentment. "Because I don't plan on letting you go anytime soon."

"Me neither." You both stay that way, wrapped up in each other's warmth. As you both basked in the afterglow, Heeseung suddenly chuckled, breaking the comfortable silence.

"What?" you asked, a curious smile playing on your lips.

He grinned mischievously. "I was just thinking, if this was a movie, this would be the part where the credits roll and the audience gets all teary-eyed."

"You really think they will get teary-eyed after the porn movie we just created?"

Heeseung laughed; the sound was warm and infectious. "Hey, even the steamiest movies need a good love story. And ours is the best kind."

You rolled your eyes playfully, but you couldn't help the smile that spread across your face. "I guess you're right. We should get awards for our performance."

Heeseung's eyes twinkled with amusement. "Absolutely. Best Actor and Best Actress, no doubt."

You laughed, feeling a lightness in your chest that was all thanks to him. "Then let's give them a show worth remembering."

Heeseung leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. "Always," he murmured against your skin. "But first, I want three bowls of ramen."

"Heeseung. Fuck off, for real."

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↷ 𝚑𝚘𝚕𝚕𝚢'𝚜 note: And we start! Also, this is also a VERY belate birthday gift for my wife @dollyyun ilysm pookie, happy birtday 💞. And shout out to Kayla for the tips for the knife play scene 🦋

8+42 WITH HEESEUNG PLEASEEE THANK U <3

𝗣𝗥𝗢𝗠𝗣𝗧𝗦 𝗥𝗘𝗤𝗨𝗘𝗦𝗧𝗘𝗗!

“Now, now, what do brats get?” + "You look really pretty when you cry."

The room was dimly lit, with soft shadows dancing on the walls as you leaned back against the plush cushions. Your breath was slightly uneven, anticipation buzzing in the air. Heeseung stood across from you, eyes locked on yours, a slow, teasing smile curling at the corner of his lips.

“You think you can get away with that, don’t you?” he murmured, stepping closer, his presence consuming the space between them.

You raised an eyebrow, a playful smirk tugging at your lips. “Maybe I do.”

His eyes darkened slightly as he stopped just in front of you, reaching down to gently tilt your chin up. “Now, now, what do brats get?”

Your pulse quickened, a shiver running down your spine as you held his gaze, the teasing in your expression fading into something deeper. You bit your lip, knowing that this will cost you later

That small mistake took you to be in all four, your ass on full display with red marks of the spanks he was giving you, you could feel his testicles slapping your clit as he was fucking you so good that made you see white spots in your visions. He got out of you, taking your whole body and turning it around, slamming his dick once again and keeping the same pace as before.

He smirked at your state, taking your boobs like stress balls. "You look really pretty when you cry. But you've been such a brat"

↷ 𝚑𝚘𝚕𝚕𝚢'𝚜 note: Heeseung will vibe with brats tbh 🦋

Hii first time doing a request, 46 + 57 with Heeseung please

𝗣𝗥𝗢𝗠𝗣𝗧𝗦 𝗥𝗘𝗤𝗨𝗘𝗦𝗧𝗘𝗗!

"Cum all over me." + "The camera makes you look even more wet."

"The camera makes you look even more wet." you were too focused on how Heeseung attached your small vibrator on your clit as he fucked your brains out to even try to hear something. Your fingers and nails were already leaving scratches on Heeseung's back and arms, and with your head thrown back in delight, Heeseung's hand catched your jaw and made you watch him.

His gaze was deep, feeling his ego boosted at your freaked-out state. You were always looking so pretty for me; he liked it when you rolled your eyes as he continued to hit your sweet spot; he liked it when you told him to not stop; he liked it when you grabbed his hair when he's between your legs, but what he loves the most is how much of a good girl you will always be for him.

"You're so pretty and so mine." You nodded, already feeling that knot in your stomach. He slapped softly your cheek, spitting right into your mouth when you opened yours. You felt the tears in your eyes already running down, the pleasure being too much that you were just a moaning mess, moans getting louder.

"I'm so fucking yours, Hee. Fuck, I'm going to cum!"

"Cum all over me, baby." You just remember your orgasm taking your body so brutally with Heeseung's face hidden on your neck, creating hickeys that he'll make sure you wear them with pride. Heeseung separated from you, stretching himself to catch his phone panting.

"So, Jake. Are you coming to join the fun or not?"

"Fuck, okay. I'm on my way."

↷ 𝚑𝚘𝚕𝚕𝚢'𝚜 note: This just popped on the top of my head. Don't judge, I'm ovulating🦋

hi! 22 + 6 with heeseung please! ❤️

𝗣𝗥𝗢𝗠𝗣𝗧𝗦 𝗥𝗘𝗤𝗨𝗘𝗦𝗧𝗘𝗗!

"I could just pull your bikini bottoms to the side, no one will notice" + “Shhh, don’t make a sound. Keep still,”

The party was a blur of neon lights and thumping bass, but none of it mattered now. All you could focus on was the way Heeseung's fingers dug into your hips, possessive and insistent, as if he’d been waiting all night for this moment. The alcohol buzzed through your veins, making everything feel lighter, hotter, more reckless. When you had stripped down to that bikini—the one he'd bought, the one he’d been dying to see you in—it had flipped a switch in him. The playful glint in his eyes had darkened into something deeper, something raw.

He hadn't even hesitated before jumping into the pool after you, his eyes never leaving your body, his need clear with every step he took through the water. The moment he reached you, his hands were on you, sliding down your back, over your ass, pulling you flush against him as the cool water rippled around you both. His gaze flicked between your lips and your eyes, his restraint barely hanging by a thread.

"Do you have any idea what you're doing to me?" Heeseung muttered, his voice low and strained. His fingers tightened their grip on you, as if he was fighting to hold back. "I want you so bad, baby."

"Really? How bad, Heeseung?"

"To the point that I could just pull your bikini bottoms to the side. Right now," he murmured, voice dripping with desire, "no one will notice."

Your heart raced at his words, pulse quickening as his hips rolled against you, sending waves through the water. The party around you was a distant blur—laughter, music, splashing—none of it mattered as long as he kept moving like that.

You bit your lip, teasing him just a little. "Why don’t you show me?"

His eyes darkened, the challenge clear, and before you could react, his lips were on yours—hot, hungry, and demanding. The kiss was anything but gentle, as if he was trying to devour the very breath from your lungs. His body pressed into yours, his hard chest flush against your soft curves, and the heat between you seemed to melt away the coolness of the pool.

You let out a soft gasp as his hands slid down to your ass, lifting you slightly, your legs instinctively wrapping around his waist under the water. His clothed hardness pressed against your core, the friction sending sparks through your body.

"Heeseung..." you whispered breathlessly, your hands tangling in his damp hair. You could barely think, could barely remember that there were still people around, even if they were drunk or high, lost in their own worlds. Here, in the middle of the chaos, it was just the two of you.

His hands were teasing the edge of your bikini. His voice was low, barely audible over the chaotic noise, but it felt like it was the only thing grounding you in that moment. You clenched your hands in his shoulders as he made you jump outside the pool to the side that was slightly dark and near the empty jacuzzi.

His lips ghosted over your went entrace, dangerously close to losing all restraint, he pulled the bikini to the side just like he said and attached his lips to your clit as his fingers pushed inside you, you moaned loudly, thankful that the music was so loud and almost all the place was dark.

"For fuck's sake, Heeseung!"

“Shhh, don’t make a sound. Keep still,”

↷ 𝚑𝚘𝚕𝚕𝚢'𝚜 note: I have random boosts of energy and I swear to god that it's not my intention that some are short and others are long af 🦋

im desperate of hee contents lately and this delivered,,,, i luv 10/10

good boys bring heaven to you ; lee heeseung smut

pairing: lee heeseung x fem!reader genre: smut (minors dni)

in which lee heeseung, the campus’ smart arse, have not-so innocent desires for the woman who needs his help in a class he succeeds in.

warnings: dom!heeseung, degradation, slight manipulation, heeseung is a fucking menace, unprotected sex (reader is taking pills; but still, wrap it before you tap it), hints of switch!hee at the bottom words: 3,603

Lee Heeseung had enough.

He had enough of the way you groaned during Chemistry. He had enough of the way you would bite your lip whenever you frustrate over elements and whatnot. He had enough of watching you suffer when he knows he could help you in the best way that he can.

And you, on the other hand, were quick to accept his invitation that was done as soon as the bell rang, hands on the strap of the bag of each huddled on each of your shoulders. Since then, you’ve tried to read the basics – however, it seems like even the General Science have given up on you.

Not like Heeseung would judge you – oh, no. He wouldn’t judge you. Not now, not ever.

But would people judge you considering that you have checked your reflection on each possible surface where your reflection could be refracted? Possibly. But have them ask you the reason behind you do, they’d possibly understand. It was undeniable that the façade of the smarty-pants of your batch in this semester’s Chemistry was as pleasing as his wit.

Yes, the whole campus agreed that Lee Heeseung is an attractive man.

Maybe that was the reason why you couldn’t seem to pass your Chemistry class, having to have seated beside him, and it’s not like you would ever want to change your seat; one, you’ve grown comfortable with it; two, this was the best class-to-board distance; and three, you had the opportunity of sitting beside him – because, fortunately, the boy looked like he didn’t have any plans on changing his seat the whole semester.

Which leads you to here, phone in hand as you try to locate Heeseung’s dorm room in the dormitory hall across yours. You double-checked the room number a lot, hoping not to mess up by knocking on a different dorm room. 

Oh, and another thing: you didn’t quite understand the reason why Heeseung had decided to tutor you in his room, of all places, when the University library is of approximate distance between each of your dormitory hall. And while there is no strict prohibition for people of the other sex to visit the opposite sex’ rooms, you find yourself gushing over the idea that maybe Heeseung wanted you alone; and while however the thought sends you into a frenzy, you decided to tone things down tonight.

From your thoughts down to your clothing, keeping things simple with a casual white tee with a varsity jacket over it, paired with jeans and white sneakers.

Taking a deep breath, you knocked on the door, and as soon as you felt a gush of air, you were welcomed with Lee Heeseung wearing an ensemble almost the same as yours minus the jacket. And of course, he couldn’t forget his signature black specs and dangling earrings.

A breath hitched in your throat, maybe accepting the offer was a bad idea, you thought. You couldn’t understand how having Heeseung, the boy that caused more distraction and destruction than inspiration, would help you in reviving your grades for Chemistry.

But Heeseung was a determined man, and he will make sure you understood it by the end of the night.

“Hello,” he smiled, eyes squinting as he ushers you in, “make yourself at home, Jake will be leaving soon.” He said as he eyed the foreign guy hunched over a pile of books in his desk.

“I am?” the boy, Jake, asked as he bit the tip of his pencil as he seemed deep in thought over whatever he was studying that time. 

Heeseung gave a look at Jake, to which made Jake realise something. Gaping and nodding in realisation and smiled, “I am!” he exclaimed, rather too obviously, which made Heeseung roll his eyes and rush Jake to leave the room.

“So, as I said, make yourself at home,” Heeseung smiles as he offers to take your things from you, bringing your attention back at him as he placed all your belongings in his desk. You watched him as he walked towards the cooler, retrieving a drink.

You watched as he tipped his head backwards, downing the drink in the most – dare you say it – alluring way as possible. It didn’t help that Heeseung had recently dyed his hair ash gray, making him look ten times more attractive than he already was. His Adam’s apple bobbed, and you were certain you gulped as he downed on it.

As he was finished drinking, he looked at you and tried to hide a smirk, “Do you want some?” 

“No, thank you,” you muttered as you realised that you were openly gawking at him. However, you coughed as soon as you said that. Maybe you were looking at him for too long.

“Come on, I drink this before I study,” he chuckles and walks towards you with the half full bottle of his cold honeyed tea. And while you expected him to hand over the bottle for you to drink from, he held your chin and made you open your mouth when he pinched your cheeks with his hands.

“Mouth open, baby,” he said as he poured the drink on your mouth, to which your eyes widened at such erotic action. Shit, you thought, he knew.

And as you gulped the drink down, you met his gaze and he smirked. With a drop of the tea running down your chin as you tried to swallow the sweet liquid, his eyes darkened, and he let his initial thoughts take over him as he used his thumb to wipe it off, bringing it to his lips for him to suck on his thumb.

“Sweet,” he’d whisper while never breaking eye contact.

You were left standing there as you watched the boy move towards the desk on his side of the room, pulling Jake’s desk chair in the process. “Come here,” he beckoned you over, patting the chair beside him as he turned on the lamp of his table.

And you didn’t know what happened, but as soon as Heeseung scooted his chair closer to you, you were sure you were in a trance because of the overpowering aura the boy exuded. Smelling of blackberry and bay, with hints of fresh linen and books (and you swear to yourself you could smell the faint honeyed tea which you shared a while ago).

“Are you alright, Y/N?” he’d ask once he noticed you didn’t answer a question he had just asked a while ago.

Snap out of it, Y/N.

“Yeah, yeah – “

“You don’t really seem concentrated, do you?” he tutted as he held your gaze, his hand coming near you to push your hair behind your shoulder.

“I am!” you spoke too soon, making the boy chuckle. “Oh, you are now?” he challenged, licking his lips as he played with the ends of your hair, “Say, what is the unit that we call for the amount of a substance in a solution?”

“Matter?”

“Oh, honey,” he fake-pitied, tutting as he pulls your chair closer to him, the act making the sound of the wood against the floor creak, mixed in with your squeal, “that’s wrong, I’m sorry,” 

“How about, let’s turn this into a game?” he challenged, eyes darting back and forth between your eyes and lips, his teeth taking in his bottom lip as he thought of the things he would do to you.

“W – what game? I don’t – I don’t think that’s –” 

“Relax, baby, I’ll take care of you, you want to learn now, don’t you?” he chuckled as he dimmed the light of the dormitory. He started ghosting his lips over the expanse of your cheek as he bowed over your figure, “Now, let’s start with some instructions, shall we?”

You nodded at his inquiry, to which he slightly groaned at your obedience. “God, you’re making me go crazy, babe,” he said as he traced your face with his finger. “First, get one question right, I’ll strip one clothing of mine; get it wrong, and it’s your clothes that are off.”

“No touching, and of course – do your best, what do you think, baby?”

You seemed to be at a loss of words, that the best thing that you could do was a silent ‘yes’ with a frantic nod of the head. You were entirely submissive to this man, and it was driving you crazy.

“Well then, sweetheart, let’s say that water is hard,” he starts, accentuating the last word as he used his finger to force your face to meet his, “is it because of the presence of calcium, sulphate, or magnesium?”

“Fuck,” you whispered, trying to remember what the professor had mentioned last time, “I can’t –“

“Of course, you can. Surely enough you weren’t that distracted by me, ‘no?”

“I – sulphate?”

His eyes darkened as he smirked. He intended to confuse you with the way he constructed his question. He licked his lips as he pulled away, “Top off, sweetheart. It’s sulphate, calcium, and magnesium.”

You gulped and nodded, slowly trying to understand the trajectory of everything that is happening.  You stood up and timidly tried to take off your top, Heeseung’s eyes trained on to every inch of your torso from the waist up. 

“God, you’re so sexy,” Heeseung said in a low voice before retrieving your jacket and white t-shirt to discard on his bed. He winked when he saw your cheeks redden, “Come on, we don’t have the whole night,” he says impatiently as he pulls you back to your seat.

“What’s the purpose of the salt bridge in electrochemical cells?” he asked as he started peppering your shoulders with kisses, as his means of distracting you.

You, on the other hand, almost broke down at the feeling of his lips. You could feel your underwear cling to you the longer it gets soaked by the wetness of your pussy. “Heeseung,” you pleaded, eyes fluttering shut as you tried to relish the faint ghost of his lips.

“That’s not the answer, princess,”

“I – they – um, they –“ you continued to stutter as you feel his mouth sucking on the root of your neck, each word being replaced by a moan, and your hands tried to grip on him but he was quick enough to hit them away.

“Dumb girls don’t get to touch their tutors now, do they?”

“Heeseung, please,”

“Oh, never thought you’d be into begging. Tough luck, sweetheart, you came here to learn. And by the looks of it, you seem to be enjoying this rather than not.” He tutted, biting your skin, making you gasp at his sudden action.

“What’s the answer?”

“Fuck – I don’t know!”

Heeseung sighed in faux disappointment, “They neutralize electrochemical cells. Why don’t you take off your trousers too, baby? It seems like being exposed while I’m fully dressed seem to turn you on more than humiliate you, ‘no?”

You kept your mouth shut as blood rushed to your cheeks.

“Ah, I should’ve thought so,” the ash grey-haired boy said as he started stripping off his clothes. This was way too much for you to handle, so you think. At some point, your thoughts had run back to the time where you were caught by Heeseung whenever you gave him the side-eye. 

You were right, Heeseung had seen everything. The way you look at him and the way you seductively bite your lip whenever you take a sight of him even from afar. He’d seen you gush over him whenever he was around – oh, Heeseung would deem himself crazy if he chooses to let you go. And now that he had you wrapped around his finger, he wasn’t ever going to let you go.

And never he will as your eyes widened when he pulled his pants down, cock springing out from the tightness of his jeans. “Ah, shit, baby, all this for you,” he motioned at his erect cock.

Heeseung pulled the chair farther from you, where you couldn’t reach him. He sat in such a manner where you could see his dick so clearly: thighs spread; hips bucked forward. His right hand that was jerking himself off in a slow pace was the cherry on top.

“Get one question right and I’ll let you sit on my cock, what do you think?”

Your head perked up at the thought, eyes twinkling at the thought of finally getting something. You nodded at his bargain, and he almost laughed out loud at how stupidly cock-drunk you were, considering that you haven’t even had a taste of him yet.

“What makes soaps a surfactant?”

“I – shit, I know this one,” you said as you closed your eyes as you racked your head trying to remember something – at least, something.

“Micellar forces! The soap reduces the surface tension of the surface it is trying to reduce the surface tension, increasing the number of micelle or surfactants in the interface.”

“Shit, baby, you sounded so hot saying all of those,” Heeseung said, biting his lip. “C’mere, baby, sit on my lap,” he beckoned you over with two of his fingers. 

You happily obliged, cradling your legs over Heeseung’s lap, grinding your soaked pussy over his erect dick, both of you moaning at the friction that settled between you both. 

“God, if I only knew you’d answer correctly just for my cock, I would’ve done this ages ago,” he said as he pushed your underwear to the side, two of his fingers immediately coming up to play your clit, making you arch your back as you held on to the backrest of the wooden chair where Heeseung was sat.

“So fucking wet, baby,” he commented, meeting your hooded eyes as you tried to grind on his fingers. “Stop that.” He ordered, making you halt and surrender to the dominance that embodied Heeseung, the man that you thought was too innocent for these things.

Without a warning, he plunged in two fingers in you, making you cry at the sudden intrusion. “Oh, fuck, Heeseung!”

“Yes, baby, that’s my name,” he said, bringing his bottom lip between his teeth as he started to pump his fingers in and out of your drenched hole, spreading his fingers in a scissor-like motion occasionally to stretch you for his size. “Come on, darling, come for be, be the fucking cock-slut you are.”

“Ah, shit, Hee – oh!” you whined as he increased his pace when he added a third finger, fog protruding his lenses as he took in the sight of you, “Heeseung, I’m going to come, I’m going to – oh, fuck!”

And just when you were about to come on his fingers, Heeseung had replaced his long, slender fingers with his thick cock. He pulled you down as his hands held your waist while he thrusted up and down, “Fuck, baby, you’re so warm,” he commented as he brought his face between the valleys of your breast, kissing and licking, trying to commit to memory how good you’ve felt.

Heeseung didn’t even manage to remove your bra, he pushed the cup of your bra to the side by his face, and he took his time in licking, sucking, and biting on your left nipple, making it sore and blowing it with air afterwards to elicit a reaction from you. 

“Shit, baby, you’re clenching around me,” he said as his eyes almost rolled back to his head, “You feel amazing, God – you’re so fucking sexy,” he praised as he desperately tried to chase his high along with yours.

The sound of skin clapping together, the scent of sex, and the long-forgotten Chemistry lectures were all what overstimulated your senses. And all you could ever say were profanities and Heeseung’s name, you swore you felt like you were on cloud nine. He was fucking you good, he was fucking you raw.

“Are you close?” he would ask in between pants as you nodded and whined, “Come with me,” he responded as he gave your pussy a hard thrust, his hand coming down to vigorously play with your clit, his mouth immediately latching on to your right breast; making you lose all sanity as you warned Heeseung that you were close again for the second time – and you hope, this one would be successful. 

“Go, fuck, come, sweetheart – oh, shit,” Heeseung pants as you collapsed on him, hand immediately caressing your bare back as he waited for you to calm down. You were still whining slightly at the feeling of Heeseung inside you – so big and so delicious.

“Are you done?” a voice shouted from outside as they audibly felt like they hesitated in knocking on the door.

“I – I think I should go,” you blushed as you realised that Jake, Heeseung’s roommate, might have heard what you were doing. 

And your ego could go low for as far.

Heeseung helped you slide off him and change back into your clothes. And against his better judgment, Heeseung jutted a kiss on your forehead as he smoothed out your hair. “See you on after lecture on Thursday?”

It was still Friday.

“Yeah, sure, see you, thank you, Heeseung.”

You have been counting the days until it was Thursday. And to be honest, you’ve never realised how time moved so slow until you realise it was still a Monday considering that you’ve felt that you’ve done so much already during the weekend. 

It also didn’t help that Heeseung never reached out to you – not in texts, nor through social media.

But what happens when at the darkest hours of the Monday evening, you were greeted with a Heeseung in his pyjamas, ash grey hair ruffled as if he had just gotten out of bed, he bit his lip at the sight of you in short pyjamas and a shirt too lose that it had situated way past your shoulders, exposing your collarbones.

“I – I –“ Heeseung stuttered as he tried to formulate an excuse inside his head, on how he almost ran his way towards your dormitory without any glasses on (he swears he almost knocked on the wrong door).

“Yes, Heeseung?” you giggled at his lost figure; it wasn’t usual that Heeseung would be at a lost for words. But then again, there was a first time for everything.

“I heard you’re good in Biology,” he blushed.

“I am,” you rose an eyebrow at his statement.

“Maybe you could teach me?”

THE NOTIFICATION CAUGHT ME OFF GUARD 😭😭😭

and i swear i am not mentally prepared for this

𝐝𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐥'𝐬 𝐤𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬' 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐲 | 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝟕.𝟑

SYNOPSIS: All is finally well and forgiven, followed by the mutual consent and agreement of being in a relationship with you all at once. Sure, it feels surreal in the beginning of this new relationship that goes beyond the norms, but what completely bothers you the most is the fact that they have been deliberately avoid giving you what you desperately desire most, and so feeling petty over trivial matters, you decide to push their buttons to see how far they will go to tame and set you straight. Little do you know that you have aroused their devil's knights' spirits that lay dormant within them.

PAIRING: non!idols enha hyung line x fem!reader

GENRE: 18+ (mdni), adulthood, reverse harem, poly

WORD COUNT: 31.4k+

WARNINGS: profanities, explicit themes, light angst, jealousy, alcohol consumption, smuts

PLAYLIST: bad idea - Ariana Grande, 23 - Mike WILL ft. Miley Cyrus Wiz Khalifa, Just dance - Lady Gaga, S&M - Rihanna, Promiscuous - Nelly Furtado ft. Timbaland, Okay - Chase Atlantic, Swim - Chase Atlantic

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-smut warnings under cut-

smut warnings: unprotected sex (no!), dom!enha, name calling, degradation, manhandling, masturbation, spitting, fingering, pussy eating, clit slapping, edging, squirting, creampies, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, double penetration (once), semi-threesomes, mild MxM in action(fingers in the mouth).

The skimpy scarlet dress accentuates your contours impeccably, and the low-cut proudly displays a luscious visual of your cleavage with the familiar platinum ring resting proudly just below your clavicle, enhancing your allure that is an irresistible blend of elegance and seduction, as evident in the way you receive head turns to you as soon as you enter the establishment.

The entirety of the building is pulsating with the latest hits that meld with the riotous clubgoers. You can practically feel the wave of heat hitting you in the face as you venture deeper, in contrast to the cold breeze outside that sent you chills just moments ago. Though there is an unmistakable air of confidence emanating in the way you walk, it is merely a facade for you to hold onto the semblance of equilibrium to detract yourself from the incessant inner turmoil within you.

You find it ludicrous that the reason for your turmoil has to do with the fact that you feel leery because, knowing them, they either may appear anywhere you are at or stalk you from afar until it is the right time to take you by surprise, when it is of your accord that you chose the audacious route to a more unruly venture without any of their knowledge.

Well, to be fair, you did inform them through the group chat that you would be out with your best friend until late night, albeit your text was dry and vague for them to be entirely convinced, so technically, you did not lie to them. It’s just that you did not bother to explicitly tell them that you were heading to the nightclub downtown, where Jennifer invited you to go with her in the first place.

The rationale part of you is prudent enough to acknowledge that you may regret this, especially going to a nightclub with other males in your vicinity, but your petulance blinds your better judgement as you vehemently desire to release the pent-up tension that derives from your sexual frustration. Not even masturbation was sufficient as your needy body demanded them, and it was infuriating to see the guys being oblivious, whether or not it was genuine, to the obvious signs you gave away. 

No, you and the guys are not having any fallout. As a matter of fact, ever since they reconciled with you, the journey of your newfound relationship over the course of two weeks has been nothing short of amazing ─ solemnly staying true to their words in treating you better as well as showering you with more affection in their every gesture.

Initially, the oddity of being in a polyamory relationship evoked unsought doubts despite the fact that it was a mutual consent, only because you were thinking of your parents, which rendered you perturbed at the worst possible outcome of their response to your relationship with the sons, whose fathers your mother had intimate history with. You could not begin to even imagine the look on their fathers’ faces once the guys decide to play their part, well, except Sunghoon since he reaffirmed that he is no longer in kin to his father.

Although it is highly unlikely that you would ever sever your relationship with the guys if your parents vehemently oppose and demand you to, you don’t wish to be on bad terms with your parents either. As expected, the guys dispelled any lingering doubts after you confided in them, resolutely reassuring you that they would never allow anything to happen that involved you slipping from their fingers and that your parents would surely be supportive like they always were. Just like that, you were at ease until you realised that it was only the calm before the storm.

It wasn’t the kind of storm that you expected, considering that your newfound relationship with them had been healthy ever since the grovelling, but healthy in a way that is uncomfortably odd after having distinguished their mannerism that feels rather anomalous.

You find it bizarre how you should be appreciating the relationship that you had always dreamed of being in. Plus, they have been incredibly loving as ever, constantly showering you with physical affection ─ kissing, hugging, cuddling, and sometimes they would head over to your apartment to have a sleepover, and despite being busy fulfilling their work obligations, they would always find time to meet up with you, even if it meant appearing at your doorstep at two in the morning just to see you.

Any rational person would think that you are being unreasonable and ungrateful when you are in a relationship with four very attractive and loving boyfriends. No, it’s just that your relationship feels too healthy to the point where it feels mundane, almost as if there is a missing element. An element you recognise all too well that centred around their depravity. 

You desperately need and crave more than just kisses, cuddles, and hugs from them, but it was as though they seemed to purposely deprive you of what you intensely desire most, and that is sex. The most nastiest, meanest, and mind-blowing sex that will send you into subspace — you crave that. Two fucking weeks without sex feels borderline cruel, most especially whenever you gave them obvious hints for them to take you.

It was odd because you knew that the old them revelled in debauchery, but as you recall your observations, it was almost as if there had been a tremendous shift in their gear. Yes, you love the new change in them, but deep down in your depraved core, you miss how darkly twisted they were, and you crave for that darkness. You desire to get intoxicated by the familiar depravity, which your own is calling to.

You want them to let their inhibitions go and to consume you with the familiar intoxication that will have you wanting more. It is not only regarding just sex, but you desire the turpitude entrenched in the devil’s knights’ leaders that they once were.

Because deep down, you know that you love your men a little unhinged.

“Y/N! My girl!” Jennifer’s voice somehow miraculously manages to conquer the cacophonous music and chatters surrounding you as soon as she spots you in her line of sight, prompting you to meet her anticipating eyes as she beckons you over to the bar where she is seated with a glass of tequila sunrise on the countertop.

You promptly make a beeline for Jennifer, deftly avoiding bumping into the other clubgoers here while the upbeat latest hit throbs in your eardrums. As soon as you reach her, she lunges for you, her arms locking your figure in a tight hug that has you chuckling fondly at her before you reciprocate the eagerness, closing your eyes as you bask in the familiar warmth and comfort of your best friend.

Jennifer pulls away from the much-needed hug with her hands on your shoulders, her eyes displaying approval and appreciation. “Babe, you look stunning! Red is definitely your colour.” She gushes, elevating your self-confidence, and before you can even thank her, she abruptly pulls you to sit next to her stool. “It’s like I haven’t seen you in ages since Heeseung whisked you off from that restaurant, so you must tell me all the details!”

“Now hold on, Miss Jennifer. At least let me order a drink first.” You playfully reprimand her before informing the bartender of your order that is the same as Jen’s. You look over to her, only to roll your eyes at how impatiently keen she looks. It makes you want to laugh since you doubt that what happened in your life is more interesting than hers. “Don’t expect much from me, because honestly, I don’t know where to start.”

“Well, you can start off by telling me whether or not you have opened up your heart to Heeseung.” Jennifer is quick to provide you with the solution, but her impatience in both tone and countenance elicits an amused look from you. “Which, by the way, I concluded my presumption that you must’ve returned good terms with him, considering how smitten you two were that day.”

Instead of defending yourself and proving her last words wrong, your features soften with the smile on your glossed lips as you look down at your own tequila sunrise. “Not just him,” You confess, slowly returning your gaze to Jennifer’s, whose countenance is unreadable. You bite down your lip, contemplating as a wave of incertitude hits you before sighing. “But before I tell you everything, will you promise me not to freak out and judge me?”

Jennifer immediately reassures you with a small smile before shrugging her shoulders. “I have my fair share of bad choices, so who am I to judge you? Besides, I promised to be a supportive best friend.” Her countenance displays solemnity as she places her hand above yours. “Now tell me everything and do not leave out any details.”

It is not Jennifer Huh if she never craves details, and so the last of your lingering incertitude dissipates from you, causing your tongue to feel lighter before you begin to unravel. Jennifer puts her undivided attention on you, listening attentively without interrupting you while taking sips of her tequila. 

Thankfully, you can still remember vividly how the entire situation escalated. The small smile on Jennifer’s lips as well as the approval glinting in her eyes don’t go unnoticed by you when you tell her how their grovelling went, which still makes your heart flutter as you revisit the memories. You have no idea how long you take to explain from A to Z as soon as you finish, but long enough to realise that the change of music blasting in the background that also gradually elevates your mood.

“So in conclusion….” Jennifer pauses, seeming to be processing all of the information that has been thrown at her in one sitting, as evident on her facial expression, whereas you take generous yet deserving sips of your untouched tequila sunrise, waiting for her concluding statement. “You’re now in a relationship with the four of them? As in poly?” 

Her reaction is just as you expected. Plus, you can’t blame her astonishment at the revelation of your relationship when polyamory is uncommon in the now-modern society, at least to your knowledge. You examine her face for another time, searching for any execrable judgement in her eyes, only to see none, but she remains astonished, although it is likely the fact that the alcohol in her system is starting to affect her at how hooded her eyes are.

But the tequila in your own system is affecting you too, causing you to feel lighter than ever. You glance at your half-empty tequila, as you have underestimated how strong it is. “I know it’s a lot to take in, but it has been working out pretty well for us,” You manage to enunciate the words that jumble in your head. You heave a sigh, finding your previous statement ironic when you’re here, still feeling petty at them because of something so silly. “At least that’s what I think.”

“I’m happy for you, babe, truly. You finally got your happy ending with them,” Jennifer initiates a toast, to which your glasses produce a clink before you take more sips while she watches you with a coy grin. “Besides, after what you’ve been through, you deserve to have more than one cock to keep you happier.”

You immediately choke on your tequila at the unexpected, crude remark from her. You attempt to brush off the stares from the people in your vicinity, your cheeks warming. “Jen!” You hiss at your perfectly unbothered best friend.

“What?” Jennifer shrugs her shoulders as she leans back leisurely with one leg crossed over the other. “All I’m saying is that being in a poly relationship is good for you! Any one of them is always available for you if the other is busy to have sex─”

“Okay! Enough about my sex life!” You whine to her, eliciting chuckles from her before she decides to cease teasing you. Eventually, the two of you move to a new topic that involves her spilling gossip she heard at her workplace that is totally not related to work but more like her fellow employees whom she bears grudges against.

You try your best to entertain Jennifer as well as give your input, but it gets harder for you to focus on the present when your mind continually drifts off to your boyfriends, aggravating the cocktail of emotions within you. In the hopes to quell them, you decide to drink your second glass of tequila with vigour while Jennifer’s words fall deaf to your ears, but it honestly intensifies your emotions rather dangerously.

You grip your empty glass tighter. This won’t do. What you need is cock, and only your boyfriends are able to satisfy your need. With the influence of the alcohol that is slowly affecting every modulation in you, the heat is starting to get unbearable, and your body instinctively sways lightly to the music at the same time Jennifer does too.

“By the way, I forgot to mention about Eunwoo and Wooseok. I saw them earlier,” Jennifer nearly slurs out her words, clearly inebriated as she is on her second drink. Damn, the alcohol they serve here hits stronger than anything you have drunk. She scowls, her face displaying pettiness. “The betrayal I felt when my own cousin ditched me for his best friend. Snakes, I’m telling you.” 

Just as you open your mouth to speak, a familiar voice interposes, followed by his shadow towering your figures from behind. “I knew there was a reason why my ears were burning hot,” Eunwoo’s playful remark earns him an eye-roll and a petty huff from your best friend. “Come on, Jen. Sulking won’t do you good for a grown woman at your age.”

“Screw you too, cousin,” Jennifer shoots at him, her daggering eyes do little to affect the tall male, whereas you chuckle at the irony of his remark since you are sulking as well. 

The sound of your chuckles draws attention to you. “Hey, Y/N. It feels like it’s been forever since we saw each other,” Eunwoo greets you wholeheartedly while you smile in return. He looks good as ever, but it gives you no effects, unlike how you’d feel if you had seen your boyfriends. “You look amazing as always. How have you been?”

Eunwoo’s friendly approach is one you recognise, but your best friend misinterpreted his intention, prompting her to grab her cousin by the arm and pull him away from you. “She’s been doing fine, and don’t you dare hit on my best friend,” Jennifer warns him, though she doesn’t look exactly threatening enough for Eunwoo to take her seriously. “She’s a taken woman now. So for your own sake, do not in any way pursue Y/N with romantic interest unless you want to be hunted down.”

Eunwoo merely chuckles, whereas you grimace at her advice, knowing how dangerously possessive your boyfriends are. You shake your head lightly, refusing to think about them any longer before diverting your attention to Eunwoo. “Where have you been, Eunwoo?” You ask, though you are slurring your words.

“I was with Wooseok because he wanted to introduce me to his cousin,” Eunwoo informs, but his composure seems disconcerted while a frown marred his face. “But I have a strong feeling that his cousin dislikes me or something since he didn’t particularly seem to be amiable towards me, and I have no idea why.”

Just when you intend to allay his discomfort, something must have captured his attention as you observe his gaze trails across the bar with recognition written across his countenance. “There’s Wooseok and his cousin. Jay, I think.” 

The mention of your boyfriend’s name leaving Eunwoo’s lips genuinely staggers you, and for a fleeting moment, you find it hard to believe that Jay is cousins with Wooseok because he would have told you about it, but when you follow Eunwoo’s fixed gaze before your eyes finally land on two familiar individuals, you feel a tinge of betrayal in your chest with a frown pulling down at your lips.

Just across from where you are, Jay is walking leisurely alongside Wooseok while they seem invested in their conversation. Confusion swirls within you upon seeing your boyfriend, but then comes the fury that is coupled with lust, feeling entirely aroused. ─ his unbuttoned white blouse allows a generous view of his toned chest while his rolled-up sleeves display his titanium Rolex and prominent veins, his jet black hair is impeccably gelled with a few strands hovering over his chiselled forehead, and a broad smile is adorned on his lips, enhancing his irresistible allure that even you can discern from afar.

Jay looks good — too good — looking criminally attractive than usual, and it takes every strength from your inner core to abstain yourself from pouncing on him and claiming him in the eyes of ogling women in his vicinity. Your nose flares slightly while your icy eyes narrow at those women, most especially the ones who seem to be acquaintances with Wooseok, as the two men halt from moving forward to entertain them. Well, at least Wooseok is, while Jay seems stoic and verbally unresponsive, as though he has zero interest in them, but still, it does nothing to mitigate the cacophonous emotions in you.

You ignore Jennifer and Eunwoo’s gazes on you as you slide off your stool, now standing with your eyes intensely fixated on Jay, who is surrounded by women with appealing allures. You want nothing more but to march over to them and snatch him away from them, but you refuse to make a scene. Instead, you grab your drink and toss your head to the back as you drink your tequila in one go, earning an awe from Jennifer, whereas Eunwoo remains curious at how tense you look.

Despite your rousing lust for him, you feel mad because how dare he looks good when he is not supposed to, especially when you know that he had to clock in for work today, and who the fuck is he looking hot for?

As if Jay can receive your telepathic warning signals, he easily meets your eyes as he turns away from the ladies vying for his attention. His face contorts into confusion briefly, but he promptly gravitates to you while Wooseok politely declines the ladies to follow Jay, only to be surprised to see you as well.

Just when you have the intention to escape Jay, the two men arrive by the bar quicker than you can even take ten steps forward. Wooseok greets you with a smile, but you are too distraught and overwhelmed by Jay’s presence as he approaches you.

“Baby, what are you doing here?” Jay asks, his tone sounding affectionate that sends you the familiar flutters as well as the sensation of his strong arm slithering around your waist to pull you closer to him. The fact that he is blatantly displaying his affection in front of them and how unperturbed he is takes you by great surprise.

You ignore the rising temperature on your cheeks as the intensity of handsome gaze and just how sinfully mouth-watering he looks up-close with his Dior Sauvage cologne sending you waves of intoxication intensify the heat in your core. Still, you refuse to falter, and so you merely narrow your eyes at him, only to receive an intriguing eyebrow raise from him.

You part your lips open to retort, but a gasp emits from you when Jay captures your lips in a sweet, tender kiss that has you melt against him instantaneously, dispelling your pent-up emotions. Your hands clutch on his shoulders, feeling them taut with tension that is in contrast to the way he is kissing you, but you can sense the desire simmering beneath the surface of his reverent touch on your body.

His lips move against yours in a sensual pace that has you moaning airily into his mouth. He tastes exquisitely addictive, leaving you wanting more of him as he kisses you with a sense of urgency. When his tongue gently prods into your lips, you become conscious of your surroundings, prompting you to pull away from his chasing lips.

Feigning nonchalant, you look over to your friends, only to feel a fury of embarrassment flooding your cheeks as they tease you with looks of amusement and smirks on their faces. You decide to focus on the matter at hand, ignoring the fact that Jay remains embracing you possessively in his strong arms while your eyes glare at a startled Wooseok. He opens his mouth to speak, but you cut him off.

“I can’t believe you’re cousins with my man this whole time, and you never even bothered to tell me,” You tell Wooseok with an accusatory tone and eyes while ignoring the heat of Jay’s body in contact with yours chest-to-chest and how his arms seem to tighten around your waist. “Were you also the reason they knew where I was?”

Jay feels his heart soaring at your declaration as you refer to him as your man, but you still don’t seem the slightest satisfied with your face turned away from him, which renders him confused despite finding himself entirely aroused by how exquisite you look in this red dress. 

“For the record, I had no idea you knew Jay until he requested my help in searching for you. Besides, I had to respect my baby cousin's request of keeping it a secret from you,” Wooseok defends himself, though his stance appears laid-back with his elbow on the countertop supporting his upper body as he leans back, standing next to Jennifer. He chuckles as the frown on your lips deepens. “Don’t be mad at me. In the end, everything worked out pretty well for you, no?”

Fair enough, but it doesn’t mean that your exasperation towards Jay and the others has yet to be quelled. Sensing the crankiness in your temperament, Jay leans in to press a chaste kiss on your cheek before trailing his kisses to your temple, whispering, “What’s wrong? Hmm?" His husky voice resonates down to your core, but you refuse to cave into the temptation to attach your lips to his once more. 

“Nothing’s wrong,” You say indifferently, but the cutting edge in your tone tells him all he needs to know. You force yourself to look at him in the eyes, only to feel unbearably aroused under the intensity of his dark gaze penetrating into you. You bite down your lip, refraining yourself from blurting out to him the fact that you are needy.

His gaze darkens as he peers down at your lip nestled between your teeth. He grabs your chin firmly, tilting your head up just when your gaze falters from his while he uses his thumb to pull down your bottom lip, forcing you to part open your lips. “I know you’re mad at me, but baby, you need to tell me what I did wrong for me to make it up to you.”

If there is one of the qualities you love most about Jay now is the fact that he never raises his voice at you, even if he feels annoyed or angry, but as far as you can recall, you have never done anything to incite unpleasant emotions from him, that is probably until now. You can’t seem to fathom the emotions swimming in his eyes dangerously, because despite looking dissatisfied at your abrupt avoidance, you can see the way his eyes rake all over your body, feeling as though he is undressing you.

Lacking self-control, you impulsively place a kiss on his lips before quickly pulling away, but the sensation of your soft, warm lips remains lingering on his. He clenches his jaw, wanting nothing more than to take you someplace else to fuck the truth out of you, but his cousin’s voice shatters the fantasies in his head.

“Jay, stop hogging your girl and get over here,” Wooseok beckons him over to the bar, eliciting a scowl from the latter. “You owe me a drink.”

Feeling his arms loose around your waist, you use your strength to push Jay away from you as gently as you can, and before he can reach out for you again, you quickly head over to Jennifer and Eunwoo, who raise their eyebrows at you intriguingly.

You ignore Jay’s heated gaze on your hand just when you grab Eunwoo’s hand at the same time you grab Jennifer’s. You cast them a lazy grin, feeling oddly exhilarated with a newfound vigour. “Come on! We can’t miss out on dancing!” 

“Wait, Y/N─” Jennifer doesn’t have the opportunity to reject when you hastily drag the cousins in the direction of where the dance floor is, abandoning an amused Wooseok and a scowling Jay by the bar. Jennifer and Eunwoo exchange cautious glances, sharing a mutual sense of dubiety about this, especially when your boyfriend will be watching you.

From your peripheral vision, your heart nearly lurches in your chest upon seeing two familiar faces, whose eyes immediately latch on your figure. Confusion swirls in your head, wondering why and how they are here. It couldn’t be that Jay informed them because his hands and lips were on you instead of his phone. Nevertheless, you intend on ignoring them just as you ignored Jay, picking up the pace that has Eunwoo and Jennifer perplexed by your urgency.

“Princess? Hey─” You walk briskly past Sunghoon and Jake, forcing yourself to refuse their calling. Maybe you are being a bitch by acting unnecessarily petty, but tonight, you decide to let your inhibition go, desiring to see what awaits next now that three of your boyfriends are here.

Even as you begin to venture further into the dance floor, you can feel their burning gaze at the back of your head, and you hope that they will keep their eyes on you as you dance and mingle with the other clubbers, because frankly, you have may or may not have something up your sleeves on a whim that involved your mischief in provoking your boyfriends.

“Babe! Show off your moves!” Jennifer, who initially felt hesitant, has released her inhibitions, dancing to the music with an exuberance energy that influences you. She even encourages Eunwoo, who seems reluctant since he does not fancy being in the spotlight at the dance floor.

With the effect of alcohol reigning in the heat of your veins, everything feels exhilarating, maybe even more so as you can feel their eyes following your every movement. As the upbeat rhythm pulsates through your body, you allow it to influence the alluring sway of your body, intentionally enticing your boyfriends in a provocative sense.

Hilarity emanates from you and Jennifer, playfully grinding your bodies against each other as well as including a now-relaxed Eunwoo to dance with you. Their burning gaze feels intensifying, tempting you to look over to them, and you do. You lock eyes with Jake, whose jaw tauts with tension as you dance closely with Eunwoo before Sunghoon captures your momentary focus, but the intensity of his dark gaze feels just as impactful as his presence amidst the throng of clubbers.

You know that you should not provoke them further, but tonight, you feel an awful need to test their limits, and so you take Eunwoo by complete surprise with your arms thrown around his neck. You give Eunwoo a smile that reflects your mischief while your eyes are telling him to go with the flow, but his hands remain loosely on your hips, as though he is reluctant to cross boundaries with you.

“You’re enjoying this way too much,” Eunwoo states knowingly with an amused smirk on his lips. “You’re trying to make your boyfriend jealous.” 

“Boyfriends,” You correct him, leaning a little closer to his ear as the music is overpowering, but your action only provokes certain individuals further. You narrow your eyes at him, ignoring an unpleasant chill through you. “And how did you know?”

“Just a hunch,” Eunwoo answers with a shoulder shrug before looking behind you, only for his amusement to dissipate from his countenance. “Plus, your boyfriends are not very discreet at throwing daggers at me with their eyes.”

You already know that much. “Just ignore them. I doubt that they’re jealous. Besides, I already told them that I see you as nothing more than a friend,” Though your tone is nonchalant, your heart begins to race while goosebumps arise on your skin, as this time, you feel another pair of burning eyes on you.

“A word of advice: don’t underestimate a man’s jealousy. They can get pretty predatorial,” Eunwoo’s eyes never stray as he remains looking behind you, enticing you to follow his gaze. “And I’m having a strong sense that I would not be having any hands left if I don’t let go of you soon.”

Finally caving into the temptation, you look over your shoulder and instantly lock eyes with Heeseung, whose eyes seem to darken dangerously while his entire demeanour is collected with a drink in his hand as he stands next to Jay, who is facing his cousin.

The intensity of his dark gaze feels palpable on your skin as he looks at your arms around Eunwoo before dropping his gaze on Eunwoo’s hands on your hips. When he returns his gaze to your eyes, you falter and remove your arms from Eunwoo before stepping away as you discern the silent command just by the look in his eyes. You have no idea how long Heeseung has been watching you, but maybe you should not have fucked around in the first place.

Despite being unnerved by Heeseung, you can’t deny the fact that you find it thrilling to push his buttons as well, especially knowing that he is more possessive than the others. But you find it odd that he remains by the bar instead of making his way to the dance floor to get to you. Heeseung holds your gaze again, and this time, his lips curve into a smirk before redirecting his attention to Jay and Wooseok, joining in their conversation.

Yup, you are totally fucked.

You shudder lightly before looking at where Jake and Sunghoon were last seen, only to see them nowhere. Your stomach begins to churn while the music pulsating in your eardrums seems to get louder, but since you are twisted on the inside, adrenaline rushes through you as you await what is to come.

“I’m going to head over to the restroom.” You inform Jennifer and Eunwoo, who are too occupied to reply to you as they get immersed in their element, mingling with other clubbers.

Truth be told, you don’t really need to go to the restroom. You just needed an excuse to venture further as you now find yourself meandering across the bustling dance floor with the atmosphere being a heady mix of perfumes, sweats, and alcohol, but you revel in the element without heeding to the incoming predator who has been in a relentless pursuit to catch his prey. You.

Just as a drunkard giggle leaves your lips, a gasp follows when a large hand grips your waist before finding yourself getting pulled and causing your back to hit a solid chest. “Caught you, sweetheart.” His husky voice is laden with desire and frustration while his hot breath fans your earlobe, eliciting a satisfied grin from your lips. “Now tell me why you are acting like this.”

“What are you talking about?” Your nonchalance seems to fuel his ire, as evident in the way his arm around your waist tightens, ensuring no escape from him, but that doesn’t stop you from grinding your body against his, maintaining momentum to the music, and causing your ass to bulge with each intentional bump.

“Don’t play dumb, lovely,” Jake nearly growls in your ear, his erection growing painful beneath the confines, and he wants nothing more than to fuck you, most especially displaying his territorial claim over you in front of Eunwoo.

You scoff lightly before turning around with the intention to provoke him further, but your resolve falters when your eyes roam around him shamelessly. The chain necklace hooked around his neck enhances his whole look.

“And you don’t interrogate me in the middle of the dance floor.” You manage to utter, albeit your tone sounds sultry, as you lean towards him with a simper smile, your fingers fiddling with his necklace. “You look so good, baby.”

He can feel his cock twitching at your compliment. As his eyes rake all over your body that is adorned in an alluring scarlet dress, his tongue glides across his bottom lip, desiring to rip off your dress and devouring every inch of you. The kaleidoscope of coloured lights illuminates your seductive beauty with your sultry eyes holding his gaze.

Fuck, why did he even agree with his best friends to refrain from having sex with you in the first place? Especially knowing that he lacks self-control most when it comes to being all over you.

“Flattery won’t make me forget that you let another man touch you,” Jake tells you sternly in an attempt to forget his painful erection with your body being pressed against him. The smirk on your luscious matted lips tells him that you can distinctly feel his bulge just below your tummy.

You drape your arms around his neck lazily, purposely pressing your boobs against his chest that has his dark eyes flicker down at your appealing cleavage. “Jealousy doesn’t suit you, Jaeyun,” You purr, leaning your face closer to his as his cologne filters through your senses.

“Oh yeah?” Jake rasps as your lips brush against his tantalisingly, prompting his hands to squeeze your hips and expecting a kiss from you, but his frustration that melds with his libido for you intensifies when you decide to tease him with your alluring sway as you dance to the music and your lips remain ghosting over his.

Giddiness bubbles in your chest that cause giggles to leave your lips, deciding to cease your teasing as he looks evidently infuriated yet reeks of desperation. “Yeah.” You giggle for another time before pressing your lips against his, testing waters by kissing him softly despite the unbearable heat coursing through your veins.

Disappointment dawns on you when Jake doesn’t reciprocate your kiss. Instead, he remains motionless, letting you smother your kiss on his soft, addictive plump lips. You huff lightly into the kiss before pulling away and jutting your lips into a pout. “If you don’t want to kiss me, then I’ll get someone else to make out with─”

That sets off the trigger in his head, because the next thing you know, his fingers go tangled in your hair, firmly seizing control over you and pulling you to him before he smashes his lips into yours, kissing you senselessly that has you melt in his possessive embrace.

Jake kisses you as if you’re his drug, his lips moving against yours desperately while his hand explores further until he gropes your ass cheek, prompting you to lift your leg with his assistance and locking your thigh to his hip. He groans into the kiss at the sensation of your core grinding against his prominent bulge, and his fingers unwind your hair to grip your waist as you continue to grind sensually that is in tandem to the music.

“Fuck, you’re going to end me,” He murmurs against your parted lips as you gasp for air, only to be deprived of oxygen when he thrusts his tongue into your mouth. Your hands go winding in his soft locks, tugging at the strands as you moan airily into his mouth while his wet muscle explores your hot cavern.

The kiss is messy and nasty with the saliva exchange between you and him as your languid tongues are now dancing in an intimate tango, but you love it. Never mind the fact that you are making out brazenly with him at the dance floor, because all that is relevant in this moment is him and him alone with the heat emanating from your bodies melding into one.

“You, in this dress,” Jake breathes into your mouth, his voice low and husky, while you pant lightly with need. “Drive me fucking insane.” He captures your lips into a searing kiss that feels bruising, but you love the pain, kissing him back with equal fervour while his fingernails sink into the flesh of your bum, rocking his bulge against your weeping heat.

It takes every strength in you to master self-control from stripping down your garments with the intention to fuck him in front of everyone else. As the intensity is reaching its peak, you force yourself to pull away from his ravenous, swollen lips that mirror your own, allowing yourselves to regulate your ragged breathing from the needed make-out session.

You can feel your lipstick smudged all over your lips. This time, you really need to head to the restroom to compose yourself despite your dissatisfied heat remaining weeping for him. His dark eyes swirl with primal desire as he licks his lips before capturing your lips once more, tugging and sucking on your bottom flesh that has you whining softly against him.

“Jaeyun, I really need to go,” You manage to speak in between stolen kisses as you gently push him away in the chest. You shudder lightly at the vibration of his growl on your lips, a warning protest that reflects his intention of ravaging you, still. 

You sigh pleasurably against his addictive lips, allowing yourself to indulge him for a little more. Feeling his grip on your body loosen, you grasp the opportunity to wrest your body from him, only to receive his questioning yet glaring eyes that remain swirling with desire. 

Being audacious enough, you blow him a kiss and shoot him a roguish grin, but before he can reach for you again, a group of people blocks his path, giving him no opportunity to get you in time because when he finally manages to, you are nowhere in his line of sight.

“Fuck,” Jake curses loudly under his breath as he ruffles his tousled hair, frustrated at the game that you are playing, and while he finds it challenging, he can’t deny how adorable your attempts are.

On the other hand, you successfully manage to break free from the dance floor that is starting to get densely packed with more clubbers. The exhilaration remains coursing through you as every so often giggles leave your swollen lips that are ruined by Jake, recalling the look on his face, and in the way you walk, it seems as though you are tipsy, having to hold onto the wall for stability. 

Just when you decide to take a moment to compose yourself, a large hand latches on your wrist in an inescapable grip, startling you greatly and leaving you no time to process the sudden escalation. 

“Sunghoon?!” You blanch, staring at the back of his head in bewilderment as he unrelentingly pulls you with him in the direction of the exit, and you swear you can see smokes leaving his ears, obviously pissed off at your antics.

Sunghoon merely ignores you as he spares you no glance, dragging you even after you step out of the establishment. Unbeknownst to him, this is exactly what you wanted. Your lips stretch into a sly grin, keenly anticipating what he has in store for you. The music reverberating throughout the establishment sounds faint as he drags you towards the secluded corner of the nightclub.

In a blink of an eye, Sunghoon swiftly has you pinned against the wall with his palms planted on the concrete wall next to your head, ensuring no escape. Your breath hitches in your throat as you see his eyes darkening with each passing second, taming his inner demons from consuming you in the most intoxicating way.

“What you pulled back there with your friend wasn’t cute, princess.” His voice sounds gravelly deep, which turns you on further as you bite down your lip, momentarily distracting him by your sultry countenance. “Clearly, you're intentionally provoking us by acting like a brat tonight for no reason, and I don't appreciate that." 

A scoff falls past your lips, your face twisting in annoyance at the word ‘brat’. “I’m not acting like a brat!” You snap pettily, attempting to push him away from you with your hands on his toned chest, but he doesn’t budge. You tilt your chin up with a hint of defiance as you maintain the heated eye contact. “You’re just jealous─”

“Damn right, I am,” Sunghoon snarls coldly, leaning his body closer to you that sends your head dizzying from how potent his ire is that mingles with his addictive cologne, amplifying the tension. His dark gaze holds you tenaciously, forcing you to grasp the gravity of your actions. “I’m your boyfriend, aren’t I? I have every right to feel jealous and to make your friend feel sorry for ever touching you.”

Still, you refuse to submit to him yet, wanting to prolong this as you proceed to push his buttons. “I liked the way he touched me,” You say nonchalantly, your eyes flickering down at his necklace while your fingers lazily trail on his chest that sends him a series of goosebumps.

“What the fuck did you just say?” He asks calmly, his fingers gripping your chin to seize control over your focus as your eyes meet his that are storming with fury and desires.

A grin touches your lips. God, he looks so hot when angry. “You heard me,” You push his buttons again, your sultry eyes glinting with twisted mischief while your fingers ascend to his neck to trace his Adam apple. “Maybe I should’ve let him explore me a little deeper.”

Sunghoon clicks his tongue in annoyance before the corner of his lips curves into a smirk with his fang-like teeth peeking. “You really like pushing my buttons, don’t you?” 

You merely hum in agreement as you lazily drape your arms around his neck before pulling him closer to you while his hands fall to your hips to pin you against the wall. “And you look hot getting all riled up,” You purr in his ear sensually before whining softly while you rub your leg against the side of his deliberately. “Please, I’m so needy, Hoonie.”

Letting his inhibitions go, Sunghoon takes you by surprise when he slams his lips against yours, swallowing your gasp and kissing you hard with fervour. He presses his body into yours, enabling you to grind your core against his hardened bulge.

You moan languidly into the wet kiss at the sensation of his distinct bulge in contact with your clit, loving how nasty he gets when you make out with him, tongues meshing wetly against each other and teeth nipping at each other’s lips.

“More, please,” You plead breathlessly as soon as he pulls away from your chasing lips with the string of your spits connected before trailing a scorching path on your neck with his lips, rendering you unbearably aroused.

Sunghoon scoffs against the hollow of your throat before nipping at your skin and moving over to your ear. “Strip down your underwear first, princess.” He commands lowly, intensifying your arousal at his dominance reigning over you before you as he told you without breaking eye contact with him.

As soon as you straighten your back, you hold up your beige underwear, causing his nose to flare lightly as he sees a noticeable wet patch due to your slick of arousal. “You’re so fucking needy for cock, aren’t you?” His tone drips with condescension that goes straight to your cunt as it clenches around nothing.

“Sunghoon!” You gasp in disbelief when he snatches your underwear and shoves inside the pocket of his brown leather jacket.

“For souvenir,” Sunghoon merely smirks at you before dipping his head down to kiss your neck, distracting you with the sensuality of his lips and tongue assaulting your neck while his hand travels along your lower region, moving underneath your scarlet dress. “Spread your legs for me, princess.”

You eagerly do, your hand goes latching on his broad shoulder for support when the padding of his fingers comes into contact with your clit, setting the bundle of nerves to go aflame as he rubs it deliberately with expert precision that has the pleasure of coiling in your tummy.

His dark eyes watch your every nuance closely ─ the way your lashes flutter as your eyes are threatening to close while your lips go parted with only the sweet sound of your moans and cute gasps he revels in with a smirk touching his lips.

“So this was your goal? To rile me up and get me to fuck you with my fingers?” Sunghoon scoffs, his voice lacing with a familiar degradation that ignites a thrilling heat in you. You don’t respond, only getting lost in the sensation of his slender fingers thrusting deeper and faster in your cunt with your hips moving in tandem. “Oh, princess, you really are a brat.”

“F-Fuck you,” You let out a broken gasp as his fingers delve deeper and hit the spot relentlessly, coaxing more moans from you when he skilfully aids your neglected clit that is slick with your arousal with his thumb while his fingers remain thrusting into you.

“Manners, princess, or I won’t make you cum at all.” He tuts disapprovingly, dipping his head to place a wet, chase kiss on your pulse before sinking his teeth into your skin, causing you to arch your back against the wall at the painful pleasure.

You hold him close with your arms around him meekly, allowing him to listen to your pathetic moans and whines that go straight into his raging cock. With both his fingers and thumb manipulating your sopping cunt and clit in an unrelenting tandem, the coil in your tummy threatens to snap at any moment. 

“You’re close, aren’t you?” He asks, his tone dripping with mockery as he pulls away from your tainted neck with his mark. You can only moan in response while he watches you with sadist satisfaction as you writhe needily in his hold and pulls him closer to you.

“Come on, princess. Make a fucking mess all over my fingers.” He nearly growls out in command, his thumb flickering your slick clit feverishly that hurtles you to the edge of ecstasy. With one particular, hard thrust as well as pressing his thumb into your clit, a moan tears from your throat as you violently come undone with your essence coating his fingers.

Sunghoon withdraws his fingers from your cunt, only to bring them to your lips. You comply, opening your mouth for him to shove his fingers and allowing you to taste yourself. His eyes darken with primal lust as he watches you swirling your tongue around his sticky fingers and sucking them while your hooded eyes never leave his.

As soon as you suck your own release clean, Sunghoon pulls his fingers away from your mouth and captures your lips in a searing kiss before licking the residue of your saliva on the seams. You moan wetly into his mouth as his tongue invades your cavern once more to lick every inch.

“Fuck me, please.” You whine against his lips, your fingers pawing on his broad shoulders while your leg gooes locking around his thigh slyly, eliciting a smirk from him before he kisses you hard for another time and pulls away. Your hooded eyes remain clouding with lust as you look at him with your hands travelling down to slide them underneath his top, feeling his abs flexing beneath your touch. “Need you so bad, Hoonie.”

Instead of indulging you, Sunghoon takes a step away from you and pulls down the hem of your dress that is bunched to your waist. Before you can open your mouth to speak, he grabs your hand and drags you with him while your head is fogging with confusion amidst the prevailing lust.

“Hoonie, what─” The question that hangs at the tip of your tongue dissipates as you step foot into the parking lot, spotting Jake positioned sideways on his bike seat with his arms folded across his chest. You don’t make any protests despite the confusion as Sunghoon continues to drag you over to Jake.

Hearing your footsteps, Jake directs his attention to your dishevelled yet flushed appearance, causing his lips to curve into a smirk as he has a strong inkling that his best friend prepped you. “She’s all yours for now, mate,” Sunghoon says theatrically, mirroring his smirk as he releases your hand.

Jake doesn’t respond to his best friend, and instead, his eyes remain on your addled figure with your eyes darting between them. He unfolds his arms to extend his hand to you. “Come here, sweetheart.” His voice is soft, but his tone carries a firm command that has you gravitate towards him in just a few steps before he grabs you by the waist and slams his lips against yours, kissing you with an insatiable urgency.

You gasp into the kiss, supporting yourself with your hands on his chest, but his arms wrapped around your waist are unyielding, forcing you to lean dependently into him. Just as you nearly succumb to his irresistible lips, taste, and his scorching touch on your body, your ears perk up at the sound of Sunghoon’s footsteps seemingly retiring.

You quickly break the kiss and look over your shoulder to see Sunghoon walking away from you. “Wait, where are you going?” You whine out to him, ignoring Jake’s lips littering on your exposed chest just above your cleavage.

Sunghoon halts his steps, directing his focus on you, only for his eyes to soften at the sight of your sparkling eyes that yearn for him as well. He can’t resist you, his feet gravitating back to you until the distance is enough for him to grab your outstretched arm as you reach out for him.

“I’ll just be over there,” Sunghoon points his fingers to the spot on the pavement just across from where you are. Upon seeing your pout, he raises your hand to place a kiss on your knuckle, as though it is a gesture of his apology, and his lips curve into a smirk. “Don’t be too sulky, princess. Jake will keep you satisfied until I return for you.”

Even as Sunghoon parts from you with his hands occupied in taking out his cigarette box from his pocket, your eyes never stray from him, rendering a certain someone, whose boner is getting uncomfortable beneath the slacks, to feel neglected due to your lack of attention on him.

“Focus on me, sweetheart,” Jake instructs you sternly with his fingers gripping your chin firmly, forcing your attention on him. Your breath hitches in your throat at dangerous swirls in his dark, sensual gaze. “You left me high and dry back there.” 

“I’m sorry,” You utter a feeble apology as your heart flutters at the affectionate gesture of him tucking strands of your hair behind your earlobe.

Jake hums, stroking your cheek with his thumb tenderly, and yet it feels deceptive. “I know you are, sweetheart.” He says so affectionately, but the smile stretching on his luscious lips looks ever so devious, sending you a faint chill down your body.

You know that Jake, or maybe even Sunghoon as well, has ulterior motives when he releases you, prompting you to step away from him. You watch him with both curiosity and incredulity as he proceeds to unzip his pants before pulling them down and displaying his red briefs with a perceptible wet patch.

“Jaeyun! What are you doing?!” You whisper to him furiously, your cheeks warming due to the second-hand embarrassment, whereas he doesn’t seem the slightest perturbed, but you can’t deny the arousal stirring in you at the sight of his bare erection with the tip glistened with his precum.

“Come here, lovely.” Jake’s voice sounds deeper than ever, laden with primal lust as he grabs you by the wrist and pulls you to him. He adjusts his position, now sitting comfortably on the bike seat. “I want you to ride me.”

You stare at him with great incredulity as you remain cemented to the asphalt ground. “On your bike?” You ask slowly, only to receive a definitive head nod from him. A scoff leaves your lips, because you never would have thought that Sim Jaeyun would initiate sex on his freaking red Ducati Panigale V2. “Are you crazy? We could fall over!”

“It’s on a kickstand, sweetheart. Plus, I’ll be supporting us,” Jake attempts to reassure you, struggling to maintain the tenderness in his tone while his cock is getting more erected at the thought of your pussy, but your mind drifts off to another matter in the present as you scan your surroundings warily, especially recalling the prolonged line of people outside of the club, which is near the parking lot.

“But other people might see us.” You protest weakly as he pulls you by the arm, lacking resolve at the instant his lips latch onto your skin just above your cleavage while his hands slither down underneath your thighs, soothing your nerves in the way he rubs your skin.

Jake nips at your chest, eliciting a gasp from you before he pulls away and takes you by surprise when he easily lifts you up. Your arms quickly latch around his shoulders for stability while your legs instinctively hook around his waist, and the closeness causes you to feel his erect cock against your tummy as he adjusts his original position, with the only difference being that you are now straddling his chiselled thighs.

“I promise you that no one gives a fuck about what we are doing, and even if they see us, I see nothing’s wrong with it.” Jake gives you a simper smile that infuriates yet turns you on more than you were earlier. You open your mouth to reprimand him, but a gasp leaves instead as he smacks your ass sharply while the stinging pain fuels your arousal. “Now you’re going to ride my cock good, sweetheart.” He commands, leaning back slightly with his hands on the seat, allowing you to take control.

Seeing that there is no use to reason with him any longer, you may as well enjoy the thrilling escapade in this accessible zone. With the hem of your dress bunched to your waist, you look down to grab the base of his cock, hearing him drawing a sharp breath at the warmth of your touch, and you swear you can feel him throbbing with need.

Jake offers his assistance to you, his palms beneath your bums as he lifts you up just slightly for you to aim his pointed cock at your sopping entrance before sinking yourself slowly onto him. Two weeks without sex makes you feel as though you’re a virgin, because the sensation of his thick girth stretching your walls feels overwhelming, eliciting a whimper from you as you try to accommodate his size.

Seeing tears prickle in the corners of your eyes, Jake decides to alleviate your pain as he leans in to capture your lips in a tender kiss, allaying your nerves. “I’m sorry, sweetheart. I know it has been awhile, but you can do it, yeah?” He murmurs against your lips, his voice lacing with affection that makes your heart swell. “The pain will be gone soon. Just a little more.”

Though his voice sounds gradually deeper and thicker with an unmistakable lust, he remains composed and tender in the way he constantly reassures you with patience. Your hands grip on his shoulders for stability, gasping as you manage to fit the entirety of him. “Jaeyun.” You utter his name shakily as you meet his reassuring eyes.

“Go on, gorgeous. Ride me,” Jake says encouragingly, closing the gap between your lips to kiss you sweetly while his hands position at your hips firmly to aid in your movement. He groans into the kiss as you begin to ride him, feeling your wetness lubricating his cock thanks to Sunghoon’s work.

“Ungh─Jaeyun─” Your words clog in your throat before they come out as moans instead, as each movement sends shockwaves of pleasure rippling through your body despite the pain of his sheer girth stretching your walls, but it subsides quicker than you realise, rendering you with renewed vigour as you begin to fuck yourself onto his cock, bouncing and gyrating your hips, completely drunk on his cock that the thought of possibly falling over no longer deters you.

Jake watches you with hooded eyes that darken with carnal lust, admiring how you look beautifully intoxicated by the sensation of his cock with your head tilted up and your eyes closed while moans and gasps, leaving your parted lips. Although watching you in control is his favourite, his inner demons are practically ravenous as they impel him to assert dominance, desiring to go deeper into than his cock already is.

When your fingernails dig into him as your hands grip his shoulders for stability, the last thread of his willpower finally snips, prompting him to assert control with full force as he grips your hips firmly before taking you by surprise when he pulls you down and holds you there, causing you to feel his cock more deeply.

“Jaeyun, please move.” You whine in complaint at the stillness, only for him to slam his lips against yours into a searing kiss before he starts to hammer you down on his cock with ease, seizing control that feels overpowering with the combination of his lips, kissing you messily with his tongue forcing his way into your mouth and meeting your tongue, only for him to reign dominance the same way he fucks you.

Jake wants to be gentle with you; he really does, but the tightness of your warm velvety walls hugging his cock sends his head spiralling that is filled with the thought of you and your sweet, tight cunt, prompting him to thrust into you with reckless abandon as your whole body shakes in his secure hold, drawing out cries and whimpers from you that he greedily swallows.

Sensing that you need to gasp for air in the way your breathing becomes staggered, Jake pulls away from the kiss and resorts to latching his lips on your skin with his fingers tangled in your hair to tilt your head up, granting him easy access to your neck, all the while without stopping his relentless thrusts into your nearly battered cunt.

“You feel so good wrapped around my cock, lovely,” Jake grates, his breath scorching on your skin. His grip on your waistline feels like iron while his dominance over you reigns as he thrusts his cock into your sopping cunt deeper to the point where you feel his bike rocking under him due to the intensity. It is a miracle that the two of you have yet to fall over, given how vigorous he fucks into you.

“Missed you so much,” You whimper in his ear as you hold him close with your arms around his neck. Your heart flutters when he plants a deep kiss on your cheek, his gesture affectionate and tender, momentarily distracting you from the imminent release as your climax is teetering at the edge.

“I’ve missed you too, my loveliest. I missed this sweet fucking pussy too,” Jake groans deeply as your walls clamp around him, quivering, while your body trembles in his hold, signifying that you are close. He snaps his darkened eyes open, meeting his best friend’s from across as the latter continues to smoke his cigarette stick while watching the obscenity unfold before his very eyes.

“I’m gonna come, Jaeyun.” You moan out as you bring your fingers down to rub your clit, intensifying your imminent release that is about to crash down on you at any moment. You mewl in his ear, trying your best to litter kitten kisses down his throat while his grip tightens on your body. “You fuck me so good, baby.”

It is as though something inside him snaps, something so animalistic, and the next thing you know, Jake stands abruptly and continues to fuck you as he carries you with such ease, lifting and pulling you down on his cock with your legs untangled. The new position and angle allow his cock to hit your spongey spot deliciously, eliciting unabashed moans from you.

“Come for me, sweetheart,” Jake nearly growls out before capturing your lips and silencing your sounds. Without warning, the tidal wave of pleasure crashes over you as you moan against his lips, surrendering yourself to the rapture of orgasm that feels intense while he continues to bring you down on his cock relentlessly.

With one last thrust, Jake matches the crescendo of your release, his own washing over him in a torrent of ecstasy with his sticky essence spilling in you. He continues to hold you up while you slump against him dependently, your breaths labouring from the exertion. You feel his cock softening in you as he ambles forward, only to set you down on Sunghoon’s bike carefully before he reluctantly pulls out from you and steps away.

Your face contorts into confusion as you watch Jake pulling up his briefs before Sunghoon shields your view, prompting you to look at his face, only to see deviousness melding with primal lust as his eyes that are raking all over your body. Your pulse drums in your ear as he takes tantalising steps closer to you while his eyes darken dangerously.

“Spread your legs for me, princess,” He commands, his voice a low rumble that sends you chills. You slowly comply despite the embarrassment weaving across your cheeks at how lewd you present yourself to him with the hem of your dress bunched to your waist as you lean back slightly, allowing a full display of your bare cunt that leaks with the union of your essence with Jake’s.

Sunghoon is in awe as his dark, hungry eyes settle on your slick folds while his tongue glides across his bottom lip, wanting to ruin you even after his best friend already did. “Damn, look at you, princess. You’re fucking drenched.” His tone drips with condescension, but it turns you on more than anything. 

“Sunghoon,” You moan softly when his thumb comes into contact with your slick clit to rub it in calculated circles before adding his fingers to slide up and down in between your folds, causing you to buck your hips up at his tantalising assault on your needy cunt.

“Still so needy even after getting fucked,” Sunghoon patronises you with a condescending smirk while continuing his assault relentlessly, edging you until he stops to unzip his pants. You whine out your impatience as you feel your cunt clench around nothing in anticipation. “Patience, princess. You’ll get cock, alright.” He drawls, now inching closer to you as he holds his cock to aim at your awaiting cunt.

“Wait, Sunghoon, what if I fall?” You ask worriedly as realisation hits you at the fact that you are seated on his bike sideways while holding onto anything solid for support. Your question goes unanswered, and worries are quickly dispelled when he plunges his cock into your cunt, eliciting a startled gasp from you at the instant fullness of his girth.

“I won’t let you fall. Just stay there all prettily for me to ruin you and take it,” Sunghoon groans at the resistance of your warm velvety walls clamping around his cock despite having been battered by Jake. He quickly steadies you just when your body goes limp from the prior exertion, with his hand coiling at the nape of your neck while his other hand grips your waist firmly. “Stay with me, princess. I’ll make you feel good again.”

You only moan in response as you surrender yourself to the newfound pleasure of his cock battering your already ruined cunt with an unbridled fervour, causing his bike to rock back and forth under the force of your shared passion. The distinct drag of his cock against your walls quells your discomfort of getting fucked on his bike in this position, and instead, you arch your back as you desire to feel him deeply.

“Look at you. You’re loving this, getting fucked on my bike,” Sunghoon murmurs, smirking as he watches you unravelling beneath him, his voice laden with unadulterated lust and pride at the pure ecstasy contorting on your face. His hand falls to your bare thigh, gripping it tightly while he delivers thrust after thrust. “Anywhere is fine with you as long as you get cock, yeah? It doesn’t matter if it's public or not. You’re so fucking nasty, princess.”

“I’m not,” You whine out in denial, but deep down, maybe you are an exhibitionist. As your hooded eyes meet his, Sunghoon clenches his jaw, getting riled up at your blown-lust pupils, as though nothing is on your mind except him and his cock. You flicker your eyes at his pink lips, wanting nothing more than for him to claim you again. Your hand goes fisting at his top, slowly pulling him down to you. “Kiss me, please.”

Who is he to deny his princess, even if she had been acting like a brat? With a soft smirk unfurling on his lips, Sunghoon dips his head down and presses his lips against yours while you aid in tilting your head up for easy access for him to kiss you without having to remain uncomfortable in his stance, but miraculously, he manages to maintain momentum as he drives his cock deeper into you.

Sunghoon tilts his head to the perfect angle to deepen the kiss, and when you part open your lips in an invitation for him to explore you, his heart swells with pride and affection. He pulls you to him by the hip to drill himself deeper in your weeping cunt at the same time he thrusts his tongue into your mouth, allowing you to taste the fresh cigarette on his tongue as he licks every inch of your hot cavern.

The combo of his addictive kisses and his cock drilling you sends you to a state of feverish ecstasy, stimulating your arousal that is now moulded into a knot in your tummy. Your breath hitches in your throat at the grazing sensation of his sharp fang-like teeth against your bottom lip teasingly before he pulls away, his breaths ragged.

“Your pussy feels so good around me, princess. Wonder why the fuck I agreed to avoid having sex with you for so long,” Sunghoon grunts out as he multitasks in securing your position just when you nearly slip down from the bike seat. His statement goes unheard by you as you succumb to the throes of pleasure.

“That makes the two of us,” Jake’s voice nearly shatters the heated passion that engulfs you and Sunghoon with your conjoined sexes, but neither of you pays mind to Jake, who is seated on his bike leisurely as he watches his best friend fuck the love of his life.

“Hoonie, I’m close.” You announce in a whimper, only for you to moan again when his thumb rubs your clit in a frenzied circle, matching the way he thrusts into you with reckless abandon while your cunt clenches at the intensifying pleasure he gives you.

“Me too, princess. We’ll come together, yeah?” Sunghoon rasps, his voice rough with lust and possessiveness, desiring to claim you with his essence over and over, maybe even breed you.

With one last flick on your clit, the knot in your tummy snaps with an overwhelming force as you tumble over the edge of ecstasy with a moan while a guttural growl of pleasure emits from him as he slams his hips against yours for one last time before his orgasm crashes down on him like tidal waves and spills copious amounts of cum deep inside you.

The last echoes of ecstasy fades into the air, his cock softens in you before he gently pulls out, eliciting a whimper from you at the sensitivity when his cock drags along your walls. Your legs give up as they limp over his bike in the air, still spread lewdly in front of them.

Your eyelids threaten to close after having been fucked by two cocks in one night, and you wish to sleep away your exhaustion, but Sunghoon instantly brings you back to the present as he cradles your face while the other hand assists you to stand, but your feet go wobble, prompting you to hold onto Sunghoon’s arm.

“Come on, princess. Let’s bring you back to your apartment,” Sunghoon murmurs to you, looking down just to see you snuggling into his chest while your mewl makes his heart swell with affection as you feel his warmth enveloping you in a cocoon of safety and comfort. 

A soft smile touches your lips, feeling contented that you managed to achieve your goal, well, at least with the two of them. You snuggle into Sunghoon for a good minute before pulling away to look him in the eyes, seeing how soft his gaze is compared to earlier.

Your heart flutters as he strokes your cheek lovingly. “Who do you want to ride with, princess? Me or Jake?” Sunghoon asks softly, his eyes examining your face, and he wants nothing more than to provide you with the aftercare you deserve.

“Jaeyunie,” You answer without hesitation, eliciting different reactions from the two best friends. Sunghoon shoots Jake a glare, whereas the latter smiles smugly. You see the way Sunghoon is equipped with jealousy that is borderline possessive in the way his arms embrace you. You cradle his cheek, forcing him to look at you. “I still love you, Hoonie, but I want to ride with Jaeyun. I promise I’ll make it up to you later.”

“Later?” Sunghoon asks with an inquisitive eyebrow, entirely intrigued, most especially by the undercurrent of mischief and lust in your tone.

“Mmhmm,” You reaffirm while a lazy grin spreads across your swollen lips; no longer is the exhaustion present in your body. Your eyes dart between them, enticing them with your sultry gaze. “Another round at my apartment?”

“Fuck yeah. Come here, sweetheart,” Jake beckons you over to him, but Sunghoon holds you tighter and decides to irk Jake by peppering kisses all over your face, eliciting giggles from you while Jake cannot help but to smile at the endearing sight.

When time passes by, you find yourself speeding on the highway as you sit behind Jake while Sunghoon rides next to his pal, riding against the vindictive wind, both eager to spend the whole night buried in you once more.

The sunlight filters through the window, casting a warm, gentle glow over your entwined figures on your bed while your room is filled with a much-needed tranquillity after last night’s intercourse. You have been wide awake for the past fifteen minutes, finding yourself nestled in between Jake and Sunghoon. Though the exertion prevails over your body, you feel oddly renewed with vitality with an attained satisfaction in you.

Sunghoon’s body feels warm as part of your body is laying on top of him with your limbs draped over him in an embrace. Your ear is pressed against his bare chest, allowing you to hear the steady rhythm of his heartbeat that soothes you like a lullaby. Behind you, Jake has his arms wrapped around your waist, hugging you as though you are his bolster, while his face is snuggled against your nape, tickling you with his warm breath.

Though this feels nice and exactly what you really needed after a night of passion, your full bladder requires you to get off the bed in haste. You indulge yourself for a little while more as you bask in their warmth and scent that cocoon you before sighing softly and attempting to remove yourself from their grip.

Thankfully, Jake remains sound asleep as soon as you manage to escape his grip. You hover over Sunghoon in an attempt to get over the side of the bed, but just when your foot can meet the floor, you feel a harsh tug at your arm, eliciting a startled yelp from you as you find yourself falling onto Sunghoon’s chest.

You huff lightly as you lift your head to glare at Sunghoon, only to see his eyes closed. You attempt to get up again with your hands pressed down on his chest for support, but fail miserably again when you fall on top of his chest as he pulls you back down, your face meeting his neck that is tainted with your marks.

Sunghoon has you locked in his embrace, denying you any escape from him, but that doesn’t stop you from squirming. “Hoonie,” You whine, lifting your head to look at him and spotting his lips stretch into a lazy grin.

“Where do you think you’re going, princess?” Sunghoon’s morning voice sounds gravelly deeper than usual, awakening the butterflies in you, but it is obvious that he is half asleep.

“I need to go to the bathroom,” You tell him, but he disregards the urgency in your tone as he only tightens his grip on your waist. You sigh softly before leaning forward to place a chaste kiss on the corner of his lips, hoping that your gesture of affection would grant you the freedom. “Let me go, please?”

Surprisingly, Sunghoon releases you, and you quickly grasp the opportunity as you abandon him, even if your heart mourns at the loss of his warmth. You grab your towel and head straight for the bathroom to relieve your bladder promptly, forgetting how achy your limbs are. But before you can do so, your reflection in the mirror catches you off guard as you halt your steps. 

Your eyes dart at the lines of hickeys on the right side of your neck while the other remains untainted. Fresh, purple hickeys from their lips and teeth. You recall how untamed they were in your room, claiming you as theirs over and over that sent you nearly into subspace. The dynamic power between Sunghoon and Jake was interesting, especially when one was more lenient and gentle towards you than the other, but you loved every second of it.

You shake your head at the licentious recollection and quickly attend to your bladder before hopping into the shower. It takes you quite some time until you finally step out of the bathroom and head straight for your closet as you clutch onto your towel that is wrapped around your bare body without sparing a glance at the two men on your bed who are still probably asleep.

After putting on your shorts, you proceed to wear your white tank top while making your way out of the closet before spotting Sunghoon and Jake surprisingly awake as they sit upright on the edge of your bed, albeit somnolence is present on their countenance. You can’t help but smile at how adorable they look — such a contrast to the sex beasts they were last night.

“Well, good morning! Had a really good sleep?” You greet them cheerily, your tone lacing with mischief that aligns with the mirthful grin on your lips. When your eyes roam around their half-nudity as they donned similar sweatpants, you nearly falter, your mouth watering at the sight of their toned muscles, especially their v-lines, while a sense of pride beams in your chest at the marks and scratches on their skin.

They remain unresponsive, as though their souls still linger in the realm of sleep. You chuckle softly to yourself, feeling quite amused to see them being the sleepy and weary ones instead of you this time. “I’ll see what I have in my fridge and make us breakfast.”

Jake immediately lifts his head up to meet your eyes, his hand reaching out to you while his pink, plump lips jut into a pout. “Sweetheart, where’s my morning kiss?” He whines, making your heart soar at how adorable he is being. 

“Morning breaths, Jaeyunie.” You remind him while your nose scrunches at the thought, never mind the fact that his lips look utterly kissable with his raven, tousled bangs softening his features. Jake’s resolve remains unwavering as he continues to look at you with sparkling eyes and a pout, leaving you no choice but to indulge him. 

“Fine, you big baby.” You roll your eyes playfully as you close the distance between you and him. Stopping in between his spread legs, you cup his cheeks, your thumbs stroking his skin tenderly as you gaze into his beautiful brown eyes before dipping your head and placing a kiss on the corner of his lips as well as the upper cupid lip.

“Happy?” You ask him softly, your lips curling into a smile that mirrors his, and before he can speak, you let out a startled yelp when strong arms yank you to him as he pulls you by the waist. “Park Sunghoon!”

Sunghoon ignores your complaint as he buries his face into your stomach while he remains seated. Your heart flutters at the rarity of his clinginess, eliciting a soft sigh from you before you rake your fingers through his hair gently. Your action as well as your fresh yet natural scent are nearly lulling him to sleep, but he knows that he can’t be selfish like he was last night, and so with reluctance, he releases you.

“Don’t pout. It doesn’t suit you.” You remark with a cheeky grin on your face, leaning down to place a kiss on Sunghoon’s forehead before ambling towards the door. “You can use the shower. I’ll be in the kitchen if you need me.”

You don’t wait for their response, eager to concoct edible breakfast for them since you rarely make a mess in your kitchen and ready to put your cooking skills to good use. As soon as you reach the kitchen, you tie your slightly damp hair into a messy bun before proceeding to work, your hands and feet moving methodically with a studious mind.

Time passes by quickly as you get immersed in your element, and before you know it, you are nearly done with the last batch of french toast. The only thing that is left is the classic omelette. Unbeknownst to you, a certain someone follows the trail of delectable smell wafting in the air that eventually leads him into the kitchen, spotting your beautiful back facing him.

Your focal point distorted the moment strong arms slither around your waist with his chest pressing against your back. You try to feign indifference, but the closeness of your body contact with his and his warm breath hitting the shell of your earlobe affects you more than they should, rendering your brain to go short-circuited.

“Smells good, sweetheart,” Jake whispers in your ear, his lips ghosting on your earlobe before he nips at it playfully with his teeth, eliciting a soft gasp from you. “I don’t mind waking up to this view every day.”

You feel him pressing his lips on the side of your neck, but the kisses he litters on your skin feel rather ticklish. “Jaeyun, stop! That tickles!” You let out uncontrollable giggles as you squirm in his tight embrace, your focus on the task at hand fades in the back of your mind, but thankfully, you are only left to set up the table.

Jake continues to attack you relentlessly with his kisses on your neck, particularly enjoying the way you try to extricate yourself from him, but fails miserably as you fall weak with giggles leaving your lips, before he turns you around with his hands on your hips and kisses you on the lips, leaving you no chance to compose yourself.

Just as you melt against his lips, a stern voice cuts through the air, shattering the shared intimacy emanating from you and Jake. “Stop hogging her all to yourself,” Sunghoon easily pulls you away from Jake, while the latter surprisingly makes no objection, allowing his best friend to have a taste of you as well.

“Hoonie,” You utter his name sweetly as you greet him with a smile, leaning into him with his arms cocooned you. Sunghoon’s eyes are swimming with irrevocable affection, love, and maybe a hint of familiar darkness as he gazes into your eyes before he dips his head down to capture your lips in a sweet, toe-curling kiss that melts you the same like you did with Jake.

Upon hearing Jake’s cough from behind you, Sunghoon takes the cue to part from your lips and quickly throws Jake a daggering glare before his gaze softens as he looks at your dazed countenance. “We’ll help you to set up the table.” Sunghoon murmurs, his affection remains in the way he strokes your cheek.

You peck his cheek in gratitude before doing the same to Jake after seeing his pouty lips. Sunghoon has had to drag Jake by force, especially when the latter clings to you like a Koala. It isn’t long until the three of you have finally settled at the kitchen island with both men sitting across from you.

There are only brief words exchanged between the three of you, mainly complimenting your cooking that renders you bashful, but most of the time, you eat your breakfasts in comfortable silence.

By the time you insist on washing the dishes for them with your back facing them, the two men exchange glances with a shared understanding passing silently between them as they mirror each other’s stance, leaning their lower back against the kitchen island behind them before one of them shatters the tranquillity.

“So, we haven’t really talked about what happened last night since we got busy.” Though Jake’s tone carries a familiar mirth at the mention of last night’s recollection, you discern an undercurrent of austerity that has you tense up. You bite down your lip, feeling their gaze burn through you from behind. You were hoping that the topic would remain disregarded.

“Yeah, princess, and we’re not entirely certain if Heeseung and Jay would forget about your behaviour last night either,” Sunghoon says so sternly with his arms crossed over his chest as he watches you turning around slowly. When he examines your dreadful visage, his eyes soften, and he decides to display leniency in the way his tone carries. “Don’t be nervous. You know that we would never do anything to hurt you.”

You want to tell him that you already know that, given your newfound trust in them, which had been established after the reconciliation, but Jake steps forward, capturing your attention on him. “Just tell us why,” Jake demands, but his soft voice comes out like a plea that has your qualms allayed, as does the way his eyes look at you defeatedly. “Did we do something wrong?”

Although you still feel embarrassed to tell them the truth, you know that it will only cause a potential strain to your relationship with them if you avoid this confrontation any longer. You lower your gaze with diffidence cloaking you.

“It’s just that…over the previous weeks we’ve been spending time together, you all seemed to avoid having sex with me even after I gave you signs.” You finally divulge, albeit your voice sounding meek, and you fiddle with your fingers out of habit as you continue to express your concern. “At some point, it got me overthinking and wondering if I was no longer good enough for you to desire me like you did before.”

Jake’s instant warmth catches you off guard as he cups your cheeks, prompting you to meet his eyes that swirl with guilt. “I’m so sorry we made you feel that way, sweetheart,” Jake apologises with the utmost sincerity, his voice soft and affectionate. “We never intended to, and we never wanted you to feel like you’re not good enough for us.”

Sunghoon grabs your hand, drawing your attention to him. Your heart flutters at his gesture of kissing your palm before holding your hand tenderly. “We wanted to give you some distance and boundaries since we knew that being in a relationship with the four of us at once could be overwhelming for you.” His explanation is short, but enough for you to grasp it promptly in an understanding, and you feel touched by their consideration. 

You open your mouth to speak, but Sunghoon cuts you off as he swiftly pulls you to him, his hands falling to your hips. Your breath hitches in your throat upon recognising the intensity of his dark gaze. “I know for a fact that it was hard to control myself around you when you always looked so─” He groans, letting his inhibition go and dipping his head down to kiss your throat as he presses his body against yours.

“So?” You giggle as he continues to tickle you with his lips on your neck before they journey to your ear, his teeth go nipping at your earlobe playfully.

“So fuckable every damn time.” His husky voice sends you the shivers, and his growing bulge feels prominent against your lower region, eliciting a soft gasp from you. Sunghoon presses one last kiss on your pulse just below your ear, his grip becoming possessive. “And so mine,”

Jake rolls his eyes at his best friend, already feeling the heat radiating from the latter before he easily snatches you away from him and places his hands on your waist, ensuring your attention on him instead. “You’re not mad at us anymore, right?”

“I wasn’t mad at you, not entirely.” You reassure him quickly, especially after seeing how he resembles a disheartened puppy. You cast them a sheepish smile. “Just a little frustrated and needy.”

“Don’t keep things from us anymore, princess,” Sunghoon tells you with the utmost seriousness with firm eyes, but his affection gesture in patting your head gently has your heart swelling. “You need to let us know about anything that makes you feel uncomfortable or frustrated.”

Jake nods his head in agreement. “Hoon’s right. We never want you to feel neglected by us, so please don’t hesitate to tell us anything, even if you want us to fuck you like we did last night." A mischievous smirk touches his lips, causing the temperature in your cheeks to rise. Jake kisses your forehead. “I love you, my sweet girl.”

“I love you too, Jaeyunie.” You reciprocate affectionately, your eyes swimming with love, before you look at Sunghoon with a soft smile on your lips. “Love you too, Hoonie.”

Sunghoon mirrors your smile before placing one last kiss on your cheek. “We’d love to stay a little longer, but Jake and I actually have emergencies at work to attend to,” He informs as he checks his phone, but sensing your disappointment, he looks back at you with a reassuring gaze. “If you’re bored, you can head over to our penthouse instead and make yourself at home.”

“Plus, I’m sure that Heeseung and Jay would be more than welcome to have you there,” Jake adds, but the thought of them only brings incertitude to dawn on you.

“I don’t know, Jae,” You utter unsurely, lowering your gaze. You can’t lie that you feel timorous at the thought of seeing them after last night, especially when you can recall the look in Heeseung’s eyes.

“You should have a talk with them, love, or else they’ll keep worrying about you,” Jake strongly encourages, and you know that you have no choice but to agree. His hand slides down to his pocket before taking out a white card and giving it to you. “Here’s my keycard.”

“I can drive you to our penthouse on my way to work if you want.” Sunghoon offers as soon as you accept the keycard from Jake.

“Thank you.” You give him a smile of gratitude, but your nerves remain jittered, and yet, deep down, you feel a keen sense of anticipation of what the remainder of the day awaits you.

The time strikes nearly noon by the time Sunghoon drops you off at the main lobby of the high-rise building. After much deliberation, you finally find yourself in the elevator as it ascends you to the highest level. Out of habit, you fiddle with the familiar ring that is hooked with a necklace, seeking some form of alleviation to distract you from the incessant jittery that seems to intensify as soon as you arrive at their unit.

Releasing a shaky breath, you step out of the elevator and dawdle in the direction of their unit, which is rather straightforward as you spot the door instantly ahead of you. Your hand clutching on the strap of your tote bag tightens as the distance between you and the door decreases. 

You internally curse yourself at how your overthinking gets the best of you. This is stupid, getting all jittered because you provoked them on a whim last night, but the expression on both Heeseung and Jay’s countenance burnt in your memory, most specifically the look in Heeseung’s eyes that sent you waves of both familiarity and disquietude.

You can still vividly recall the emotions that you were able to decipher in those dark, mesmerising eyes of his ─ a disconcerting concoction of amusement, ire, and jealousy despite his impassive facade. Just the intensity of his gaze alone is enough to penetrate you chillingly in the bones.

Maybe Jay would show you leniency, but the air of uncertainty is potent at the thought of Heeseung showing the same leniency, especially after seeing and experiencing how proprietorial he could become as a specific recollection comes to mind ─ when Beomgyu merely protected you from getting hit by a volleyball on that peach party last year.

Sure, Heeseung has changed from the guy you first met in university to the man of your dreams, but a part of you is heedful to the fact that his possessive nature remains unchanged, and you worry it would get the best of him, recalling how he would remind you who you really belonged to, yet it felt undeniable good to be fucked by him when his possessive nature took control of every thread of rationality.

You squeeze your thighs together at the recollection as you present yourself before the imposing door, getting turned on at an inopportune time when your jitters presently remain unabating in you as your rationality recognises the gravity of last night’s temerity. Honestly, deep down, you know that you are the same sick and twisted as them.

You shake your head at yourself in disapproval and quickly dispel any indecorous thoughts before retrieving Jake’s keycard in your bag and tapping it on the smart lock attached to the door as it makes a beeping sound. Tucking your bottom between your teeth, you muster courage as you latch your hand on the lever handle before pushing it down to open and stepping past the threshold, hearing the door lock behind you.

The familiar view of the entry hallway that leads you to the main foyer greets you, and you hold your breath as you await Jay or Heeseung to walk past, but it never happens. You feel a tad relief before focusing on removing your shoes, but as you face downward, your heart nearly sinks upon seeing a pair of gorgeous red heels placed neatly on the shoe rack.

There is no way that they bought these heels for you because they know that you hate wearing heels unless there is a special occasion or formal event. You swallow down your spit harshly, refusing to make an assumption despite your suspicion, but the jealousy that coupled with hurt throbbing in your veins hinders you from thinking of anything other than the reason they have a lady over, which serves as revenge because of what happened at the club.

However, a vying thread of rationality weaves through your heart, momentarily quelling the fiery jealousy that feels borderline possessive. They would never do something deplorable, not when they have changed ever since they reunited with you, you know that much. Still, you want to know who they have invited over.

After you slip on the familiar fleecy house shoes that they specifically bought the pink ones for you, you proceed to venture further until you finally reach the main foyer. You place your tote bag on the rounded marble table that is situated at the centre before getting distracted by the beauty of this section of the penthouse.

You amble forward, your eyes surveying the interior. Though you have been here over the course of two weeks, the penthouse still amazes you every time. It is too bad that it’s only temporary residency, but then again, the beauty of the mansion that awaits them, including you, is unparalleled.

The corner of your lips tilts into a small smile, feeling giddy at the thought of spending forever with them, but you are immediately pulled out of your reverie at the sound of footsteps that reach your ears, prompting you to turn around.

Your heart does a little leap as soon as your gaze lands on Heeseung, and even from distances away, his presence alone is potent and exudes dominance even if he doesn’t utter a word. Though he is merely sporting a plain black sleeveless tee that complements his dark grey sweatpants, he manages to pull off a simple look that is highly appealing.

When your eyes immediately lock with his, you feel a spark of anticipation amidst the turmoil as you recognise the intensity in his dark gaze that is similar to the way he looked at you at the nightclub. With his hands tucked in his pockets, he ambles towards you, and yet his steps seem hauntingly deliberate, like a stealthy predator studying its prey, especially in the way his eyes penetrate every part of you that feels rather invasive.

As the distance between you and him decreases, heat courses through your body on instinct while your heartbeat goes erratic, and if you are being bluntly honest, you desire to pounce on him and get him to fuck you until your mind is filled with nothing except him and his cock. You berate yourself silently once more for these licentious thoughts, but you can’t really help it when the man you are lusting over is Lee Heeseung.

“Heeseung,” You finally greet him steadily, albeit your voice comes out meek. You can feel every bit of your resolve crumbling as his dark eyes penetrate into yours, and it is as though the emotions swimming in them are giving you a preview of what will escalate next.

In return, you receive silence from him, but his eyes never leave yours. Instead of awkwardness, you feel tension brewing in the air that renders you electrified yet uncertain, especially when his next moves have always been unpredictable.

“I hope you don’t mind me coming over without informing you.” You know that neither ever mind your unannounced arrival, but you decide to ramble anyway in an attempt to ease the tension that feels familiarly oppressive. “Jake gave me his keycard. They told me that I could make myself at home here if I ever got bored.”

This time, his lips unfurl a soft yet lethal smirk, appreciating the fact that he still has the effect on you and clearly enjoying the way you seem edgy as he tantalises you unrelentingly. You slowly back away from him, oblivious to the object behind you that will hinder you from possibly evading him. You can’t hold back anymore, displaying your disquietude. “Heeseung─”

Your breath hitches in your throat as he closes the gap with one long stride, and at the same time you hit the edge of the marbled table behind you. The close proximity between you and him intensifies the cocktail of emotions moving erratically within you. His cologne, his imposing presence, and just everything about him feel dangerously potent.

With his eyes pinning yours firmly, you don’t dare to look away from him, having a keen sense that he would be displeased if you did. You can hear your pulse drumming loudly in your ears as his hand ascends to cradle your cheek, causing you to feel tense as you feel the danger under the heat of his touch, but when his eyes soften, you relax a hair and lean into his touch, oblivious to the devilry swirls obscurely behind his soften gaze.

“Are you feeling fine now?” Heeseung asks, his tone sounding deceptively mellow, and yet you fail to heed, only focusing on the way he is being tender and affectionate in the way he holds you.

“I’m fine,” You affirm, though you feel confused by his question, and since you’re not really good at masking your emotions, your eyes display curious confusion, eliciting a smirk from him while you instantly feel the chills of prudence. “Why did you ask me that?”

“Because I’m sure Jake and Sunghoon didn’t go easy on you last night,” Heeseung drawls, and you sense the danger beneath the heat of his touch while familiar devilry remains curving at the corner of his lips. “If they didn’t, then I’d be happy to be the one to do so, especially after the cute stunt you pulled at the club with your friend.”

You don’t respond, faltering as he drags his thumb tantalisingly down your jawline until he grabs your chin assertively and tilts your head to lock eye contact with him.

Your heart pounds harder against your chest as you see the predatory glint in his eyes while his thumb gets busy placing on your luscious lower lip and pulling it down — an intimate gesture that has your eyelids go hooded and your core is ignited with heat.

Heeseung holds back a groan, restraining himself further from showing you that he is not always a man of clemency, but you look so utterly fuckable right now to the point where you’d look even better ruined by him ─ unadulterated lust swimming in those pretty hooded eyes of yours, your luscious lips begging to be bruised by his kisses, the entirety of you being docile. He wants nothing more than to make love with you until the next sun has risen, despite the fact that he is still pissed off about last night.

You can’t lie amidst the turmoil and fear towards the man standing before you; you desire him to reclaim you like he did, to fuck you until you are reduced to nothing but fucked dumb by his cock that you know will hit the right spot constantly. You can see it in his eyes ─ his inner demons are close to breaking free from the shackles to devour you all-consumingly without any inhibition. 

“Are you mad at me about last night, Seungie?” You ask softly, mustering the courage to become audacious, as you know that it is what is needed for the last thread of his restraint to snap. Adding fuel to fire, you lick the tip of his thumb that remains on your lower lip before biting his thumb sensually with facetious mischief curving at your lips as you see the way his eyes darken dangerously.

Like a killswitch, Heeseung’s mind is altered in a way that is now devoid of rationality and generosity, but he allows your mischief to prolong as you bite and lick his thumb, your eyes displaying a hint of defiance and provocation before he finally retaliates. 

Your confidence falters upon seeing the dark, predacious intent on his visage, causing your breath to hitch. “What do you think, pretty girl?” His voice sounds gruffly callous, laced with venom while he presses his thumb down on your tongue, and yet you feel aroused more than you should feel fearful of him.

Heeseung removes his thumb from your mouth, giving you no opportunity to utter any sound as he crashes his lips into yours with an intensity that is unlike anything he has ever kissed you, while the impact ruptures your stability, sending you colliding with the table behind you, but your hands haphazardly finding their way to hold onto him.

There is an unmistakable ferocity in the way he is kissing you, his lips moving against yours urgently with fierce hunger, as though he is anchoring himself to this moment, to you. You try to keep up with him, but even his lips manage to reign dominance over you, and you melt against him, having fallen weak. Without breaking the heated lip lock, Heeseung grabs you by the waist and lifts you with ease, settling you on the marbled table and standing in between your legs.

You whimper against his unforgiving lips, feeling every ounce of his pent-up emotions pouring into the kiss that threatens to consume you. His vice-like grip on your waist feels minacious, almost as if he is daring you to try and evade him, but you have no plans involving separating yourself from him, not when your depravity has longed for this, for Heeseung to intoxicate you like he used to back in Seoul.

Even your beating heart misses the old Lee Heeseung, the man whom you knew was without any clemency in his dark, twisted soul and your white devil’s knight. Right now, you can feel the old him just by his addictive taste on your lips.

You gasp softly for air as soon as his lips part from yours, only to feel the instant pleasurable sensation when they attach to your skin as he trails a scorching path on your neck. You pant lightly with need as he pulls you towards him by your thighs roughly, causing your core to bump into his that feels distinctly bulging.

“Hee,” You whine needily, letting the last thread of your inhibitions go as you begin to move your hips sensually. His grip on your thighs tightens as you grind against him, feeling his cock beneath the confines sensitive just by the mere contact. He continues to assault your neck ─ kissing, licking, and biting down your skin to leave his mark, to leave a constant reminder that you belong to him.

You arch into him at the pleasurable sensation of his teeth bruising the sensitive spot of your neck that mingles with pain while your soft moans spur him further. He finishes off his masterpiece with a lick on your fresh hickey before he trails his hungry kisses up your jawline to your lips.

Instead of kissing you like you expected, his lips brush against yours tantalisingly, eliciting a whine from you as you cease grinding shamelessly against him, your fingers fisting the material of his shirt impatiently. Cruelty plays on the curve of his lips as he recognises the utter desperation and lust potent in your eyes.

“Pretty girl, you shouldn’t have danced with your friend last night, let alone to let him touch you the way he shouldn’t.” His tone drips with familiar condescension as he grips your thighs again before pressing his bulge into your core that is throbbing with incessant need.

“Seungie, please,” You plead in a whimper, trying to chase for his lips and bucking your hips, but his vice-like grip on your thighs prevents you from reattaining what your aching clit needs while he simply disregards your request. You feel the loss of his hand on your thigh, only to feel taken aback when his fingers curl around your neck, loose enough to allow oxygen to pass through but firm enough to assert his dominance over you.

“You shouldn’t even have pissed me off in the first place, pretty girl,” Heeseung nearly growls out before he reclaims your lips in an all-encompassing kiss that overwhelms your every sense while he remains in control with his grip on your neck.

You mewl into the kiss, feeling your brain going into overdrive, but you never want this moment to end, even if it feels punishing. His teeth sink into your lower lip, sending you a prickling sensation at the impact of his bite, but your eyes roll to the back in pleasure as he tugs and sucks your lower lip before he thrusts his tongue into your hot cavern, licking every inch.

You feel his grip on your neck loosen as your tongues dance heatedly against one another, eliciting breathy moans from you at the pleasurable sensation of how wet and sloppy the kiss is escalating. His hands drop to your underthighs, to which you take it as a silent command to wrap your legs around his waist with your arms locked around his neck before he proceeds to carry you with ease.

Heeseung breaks the kiss to manoeuvre you towards one of the living rooms, further away from where you were originally. You get busy with trailing your lips down his neck, kissing and nipping his skin that elicits a low guttural groan from him, teasing him as you know he is sensitive, especially at where his Adam’s apple is.

“Fuck, if you keep doing that─” He grits his teeth as soon as you nip on his Adam’s apple before licking it and attempting to edge him, and it works when his fingers dig deep into the plushness of your underthighs. “Don’t fucking tease me.”

With a growl so deep emanating from him that resonates down your essence, you barely have time to process the beast you just triggered when Heeseung tosses you onto the modular sofa without any consideration of gentleness, but you are quick to recover, turning around to face him before attempting to back away from him.

“Where are you trying to escape, pretty girl?” Heeseung growls out again, his eyes darkening with primal lust and giving zero fucks about being tender since this is clearly what you wanted. He can see it in your eyes ─ you want this, and you want him to obliterate your every sense as he fucks you senselessly, but he is not going to give you what you want just yet.

“I wasn’t trying to─” You gasp softly as he grabs you by the ankle and pulls you towards him, your skirt bunching up to your hips. You feign defiance, attempting to close your legs, but a yelp leaves your lips when he deftly removes your underwear that is slightly damp with your slick arousal.

“Pissing me off last night was one thing.” He snarls coldly as he forcefully spreads your legs open, presenting him with your bare cunt that glistens with your arousal. Though you are not fighting him, he presses down his palms on your inner thighs firmly. “Doing it on purpose was another. You really love pushing our buttons, don’t you?” 

You barely have time to enunciate your words when Heeseung dives into you, his tongue dancing across your slick folds before wrapping his lips around your sensitive nub and licking it. The sensation of his tongue flicking and swirling your clit sends shockwaves of pleasure rippling through you, causing you to arch your back off the sofa beneath you.

“Seungie,” Your soft moans that sound melodious in his ears spur him on, prompting him to release your wet nub that is lathered by his saliva with a faint pop, and his tongue journeys down your sensitive flesh before delving into your sopping cunt with stringent purpose.

You can feel the intensity amplify as he continues to fuck you with his skilled tongue like a hungry caveman, almost as though he had been dying to get a taste of you, but this time, each stroke and thrust feel punishing enough to send you hurtling to the edge of ecstasy quicker than you like.

“Don’t stop, please,” Your voice thickens with desire as you buck your hips up to feel his tongue deeper than it already is, but he presses your thighs down, depriving you of moving and forcing you to take everything he gives. You struggle in his vice-like grip, shuddering at the palpable intensity. “Seungie, I’m gonna cum.”

As soon as those words leave your mouth, his movement becomes fervent to the point where you can hear the obscene wetness as he laps your quivering cunt. Your moans go a higher pitch when he rubs your clit with his thumb, amplifying your pleasure that reaches to a crescendo.

With his tongue and thumb working in an efficient tandem that sends your head delirious, your orgasm is teetering at the precipice while tension coils tighter within you. Before you know it, you come undone violently with your palm muffling your moans and your eyes rolling to the back at divine sensation.

But Heeseung doesn’t stop there even after you come ─ his thumb relentlessly rubbing your sensitive clit that has your body convulsing while his tongue greedily laps your sticky essence. You writhe in his lethal hold as the sensitivity is overwhelming, and yet, your clit throbs familiarly again as his thumb works its magic again.

It looks like Heeseung is not stopping anytime soon, and it baffles you that he seems rather content burying his face into your mound without having to take a breather. It’s like he would rather be suffocated by your pussy happily, considering how vigorous he is being. 

“Hee! No more!” You plead out in a weak cry, your body squirming and trying to evade him, but he only tightens his grip on your thighs and spreads your legs even wider before latching his lips on your clit. “It’s too much!”

When you lift your head to look at him, your heart pounds harder against your chest as his dark eyes bore into yours intensely with a familiar wickedness. You try to move again, but your defiance earns you a smack on your thigh with a startled gasp leaving your lips. Yet the stinging pain is coupled with the pleasure that coils in your tummy.

Releasing your clit with a wet ‘pop’, Heeseung smacks it, eliciting a whimper from you before he does it again while the action amplifies the pleasurable sensation as he proceeds to rub your nearly-swollen clit with an unsparing vehemence that aligns with the smirk playing on his lips.

“No more? Too much for my pretty girl?” He sneers as he mocks your pleas, his tone dripping with degradation that sends you waves of intoxication. “You don’t seem to understand, my love. You’re going to take whatever I give you and take it like the good girl you were. It’s what you deserve after pissing me off last night.”

Without letting up his ministration on your clit, he hovers over your pliant figure and takes you by surprise when his fingers go curling around your neck, forcing you to look into his dark eyes that swirl with lust and sadistic delight. “Come on, pretty. I know you still have it in you. Don’t disappoint your Seungie now, yeah?”

Your heart skips a beat as you stare at him in genuine shock, because right now, the Heeseung above you is the Heeseung back in Seoul. It’s what you wanted, after all, because deep down inside of you, you’re just as twisted as him when the corner of your lips twitch into a faint smirk, having been successful at awakening the demon that lay dormant within him. 

But you falter when you choke out a moan as he plunges three fingers into your wet cunt without warning, delving rhythmically yet unyieldingly strong that has you seeing stars in your vision, almost as if he is forcing out something even greater than your previous orgasm.

You are reduced to nothing but mewls and moans that you attempt to keep at a minimum, your head lacking any coherency due to the building pleasure coiling tighter and tighter within you for the second time. Your hips move in tandem with his ruthless fingers, but it isn’t enough, and so you take him by surprise as you wrap your legs around his waist.

Heeseung pays no mind to that, not when he is entirely mesmerised by the pure ecstasy contorting in your face while neglecting his cock that is begging to be inside of you. He wonders why the fuck did he even refrain himself from going beyond intimacy with you, especially when you look beautiful just being nearly fucked out by his fingers.

“Oh god,” You gasp as he curls the tips of his fingers, hitting your g-spot relentlessly while you cry out in a frenzied pleasure with your hips bucking wildly. as your cunt is being battered just by his skilled fingers alone. The intensity amplifies as he rubs your clit stringently with the padding of his palm, hurtling you to the edge. “Fuck! Seungie! I’m so close─”

“Let it go for me, now,” On his command, you explode, your release coming out in gushes of clear fluids from your battered cunt with your body convulsing as intense waves of pleasure wash over you like a torrential rainstorm, rendering you putty in his hands.

Even as your release prolongs, his fingers continue to pump into your cunt, helping you to ride out your orgasm while a whimper leaves your lips at the sensitivity with your legs quivering. He withdraws his fingers just as you finally come down from your high and removes his grip on your neck.

Seeing as you are still recovering with your eyelids going slightly droopy, Heeseung holds back an amused smile and proceeds to grab some tissues on the coffee table behind him before wiping your slick release on your mound and thighs. You can barely feel him assisting in putting your underwear back on as your legs feel entirely numb from the exertion.

You lazily turn your head to look at Heeseung as he hovers above you again, and this time, the dark intensity in his eyes is replaced by familiar tenderness. “Wrap your legs and arms around me, sweetheart,” He murmurs, and you whine in response as you feel entirely languid to even lift a limb, but he is not having any of that. “I know you can do it, pretty girl.”

You know that you can’t go against his command that is uttered softly with a tinge of firmness, and so you wrap your arms around his neck while forcing your legs to do the same around his waist slowly, but thankfully, he provides assistance with his hands gripping your legs.

Once you latch yourself on him, Heeseung embraces you with his dependable arms before lifting you up and carrying you elsewhere. Your cheeks flush in embarrassment as you spot your own fluids all over the floor while there is a wet spot on the couch where you were earlier.

Wordlessly, Heeseung brings you to their mini kitchen bar and places you on the kitchen island. You watch him with curious eyes as he grabs a small towel and a bottle of mineral water from the fridge before he returns to you, his face remaining impassive.

“Drink. You need it,” He says as he gives you the bottle. You utter a faint gratitude to him before unscrewing the cap and drinking the cold water that you never knew you needed to quench your thirst. All the while, your eyes remain on him, watching as he wipes the spots he missed on your skin while holding your leg firmly yet tenderly.

Your heart flutters just by his every gesture, and when his eyes flicker to yours, the flutters in your tummy intensify as the connection between your mere eye contact with him deepens. He looks away briefly to focus on the task at hand before placing the towel on the countertop next to you.

You bite down your lip, contemplating breaking the palpable tension in the air. “Hee, are you still mad at me?” You ask tentatively, your voice coming out meeker than you intended. He doesn’t respond, and instead, he traps you with his palms on the surface next to your sides while his stern eyes lock you in place. You try to melt his resolve with your doe eyes and your lips jutting into a pout. “Heeseung.”

Still, no response, and so you resort to the last option as you place your hands on the sides of his neck before leaning forward and placing a gentle kiss on his lips. You can feel him melting against you before he finally caves in, kissing you back with a deepened passion that has your toes curling.

“I love you.” You manage to murmur against his lips in between kisses, your heart pounding against your chest as his arms slither around your waist to pull you closer to him, craving the intimacy that he never knew he needed.

Heeseung hums in response while the vibration from his lips tingles on yours. Though there are no words exchanged, the way his lips move against yours as he kisses you with a different passion than the previous speaks volume, and it feels like he never wants to let go of you anytime sooner.

But then, a matter surfaces in your mind that had been neglected due to your incessant need for him, causing you to part from the lip-lock ─ the red heels you saw earlier. 

Heeseung feels how your body begins to go taut with tension, but is oblivious to the reason why as he continues to journey his kisses to your cheeks down to your neck, not having enough of you. On the other hand, you are torn between feeling unfazed by his lips and getting suspicious of what you had seen earlier.

“Heeseung, wait,” You gasp as soon as he nips at your skin, prompting you to grip his broad shoulders in an attempt to show him that you mean serious business. “Do you have a girl over?”

The question dispels the air of intimacy that wraps around the two of you while he tenses up at the question before slowly pulling away from your neck, only for his heart to sink at the glinting hurt and disappointment in your eyes despite your collected demeanour.

“I saw a pair of red heels earlier.” You utter quietly, your insecurities crawling their way to poison your mind, but you maintain firm eye contact with him. “Heeseung, if there is something that you’re keeping from me─”

“It’s not what you think, my love.” Heeseung cuts you off gently as he cups your cheeks, in contrast to the way his mind is wrecked with panic chaos that you would think so lowly of him. He can see a glint of mistrust in your pretty eyes despite leaning into his touch, eliciting a resigned sigh from him. He grabs your hand and tugs you with him. “Come on, I’ll show you.”

Once you hop off the kitchen island, Heeseung gently pulls you with him as he guides you to another place somewhere in this broad penthouse. On your way, you manage to spot the time on the digital clock that hangs on the wall, and your brain does a quick calculation of how long Heeseung had kept you occupied. Your cheeks go warm at the dawning conclusion as soon as you finish calculating the approximate time ─ he managed to bring out two orgasms out of you in a span of seven minutes.

It isn’t long until you hear a feminine voice that mingles with Jay’s as Heeseung brings you towards the familiar dining room that is adjacent to where the entrance to the rooftop garden is.

Your eyes immediately settle on Jay and the brunette seated across from him, and even from a distance away, you can discern her strong aura and confidence in the way she presents herself. You can’t deny the fact that she is gorgeous, and in the way she dresses, there is no doubt that she is a businesswoman.

Oh, you got worried and nearly upset over nothing. 

Whoever she is, it is obvious that she is a client while there are several documents on the table, but still, it doesn’t look like they are discussing business-related matters when she is giggling at whatever Jay said. Your eyes narrow at the flirtatious curve on her lips. Since Jay’s back is facing you, it’s hard to read his expression, but Heeseung can easily recognise the way his best friend’s body language seems taut with tension that derives from his frustration towards his client.

Heeseung takes a quick glance at you, noticing the dissatisfaction written across your countenance, and he squeezes your hand gently to ease you, but it does nothing to dispel the growing jealousy in you as your eyes glare at the woman's hand touching Jay's rather comfortably. He presses his lips thinly as his attempt is rendered futile before clearing his throat to announce their presence amidst the brewing tension.

Jay turns around and immediately locks eyes with you, disregarding his client, who remains vying for his attention despite being aware of the other two's presence in the vicinity. He abandons his seat and heads over to you, his face unreadable, but as you examine him closely, he looks worried as he should be.

“Baby, what are you doing here?” Jay asks softly, his eyes and his body language in the way he approaches you are both measured and cautious, as he is not oblivious to the tension mounting in the present.

You refuse to be the jealous, possessive girlfriend who is entirely bothered that a gorgeous lady is within your boyfriend’s radius, but it can’t be helped when your insecurities begin to influence your rationality. 

“So I can’t pay you a visit now because you have a guest over?” You snap at him against your better judgement as you feel offended by his harmless question. You ignore the way Heeseung’s grip tightens around your hand, a silent conveyor of warning from him.

Jay stops in his tracks as soon as he recognises the hostility exuding from you, rendering him frustrated because not only did his client piss him off but he never wants you to misunderstand the situation. “That’s not what I─” He pauses as you scoff out in disbelief, knowing that it is useless to reason with you when you’re evidently upset.

Jay meets Heeseung’s eyes briefly, receiving the latter’s message not to make things potentially worse before he looks away with his jaw clenched and eventually releases a sigh as he turns his body sideways where his client can see you.

“This is my client, Sienna,” Jay informs you, albeit there is a certain edge in his tone that aligns with the tension between you and him. He merely casts a glance at his client. “Sienna, this is Y/N. She’s someone important to me.”

A big mistake on his part when he should have introduced you as his girlfriend. Your ire becomes tenfold as you release another scoff that reaches his ears, prompting him to look at you again, and this time, his strong gaze levels to yours, almost as if he is trying to tame your tempestuous emotions within you.

Sienna’s sharp eyes burn through you, pulling your attention away from Jay. Her eyes scan you from head to toe, and the subtle disgust in her countenance does not go unnoticed by you, but when she meets your eyes, a smile graces her scarlet lips, albeit a tight one that signifies insincerity.

But she merely acknowledges you with a head nod before shifting her attention to Jay, looking entirely engrossed by him, and it is sickening to you. “Anyway, as I was saying, I’ve never met a good businessman like you before, Jay.” Her tone sounds sultry, clearly crossing beyond professionalism, especially in the way she leers at him. “You just single-handedly raised my standards.”

It genuinely peeves you that she merely disregards your existence and is practically shooting heart eyes at Jay, and your dampened mood turns sour when Jay seems to reciprocate with a smirk on his handsome face. “You really are a flatterer,” He tells her, but you overlook the coldness on his lips and his dark, flinty eyes, completely unaware of his next step.

Sienna, oblivious to heed Jay’s looming cruelty and the tension that reaches its peak, beams gingerly with a smile. “How about we take a break? I bought us a fine wine.” She grabs the bottle of wine that has been displayed on the table at the side before looking over to Heeseung with sultry eyes as she bites down her lips. “Heeseung can join us as well.”

So she knows Heeseung’s name as well? Your nose flares slightly in anger, unable to tame your aggravating emotions within you, most especially the fact that you feel possessive over your men, and it is maddening.

“Please excuse me while I head upstairs to rest.” You announce with an unconcealing indignation as you yank your hand from Heeseung’s. You don’t bother to look at their faces, knowing that Sienna is probably smug.

“Y/N─” You ignore Heeseung’s calling and hastily walk away from him before he can even hold you back. First things first, you need to retrieve your bag at the main foyer.

“I wonder what’s her problem,” Sienna remarks, feigning genuine concern as her eyes move from your distant figure to the two men, only to be taken aback by the shift in the air with an unpleasant palpable tension.

“You can drop the act, Sienna.” Jay drops all pretences, revealing his true, unfiltered callous nature that he displays to others who are not his loved ones. There are no traces of the previous cordiality on his austere countenance. “Not only did you disrespect me with that cheap wine, but you also disrespected my woman.”

Sienna instantly falters, her sheer confidence dissipating into thin air. “W-What?” Her voice trembles the same way she wants to instinctively cower from them as she discerns the palpable menace exuding from the two men. 

Jay remains indifferent as he takes slow, deliberate steps towards the table with his hand tucked in his pocket. “I’m going to have to reject your proposal.”

“Wait! You can’t just reject my proposal!” Sienna abruptly rises from her seat while the fear is eclipsed by indignation as clear in her glaring eyes. “Do you even know who I am?!”

“I don’t give a fuck who you are, but the moment you disrespected my woman, I saw no value in everything about you and your business.” Jay snarls coldly, his potent wrath towards her, who had upset his woman, fuses with the tension in the air.

“You can’t do this!” Sienna exclaims exasperatedly, reeking of desperation that has Heeseung grimacing while he watches them with calculated eyes.

“Oh, but I can,” Jay counters snidely with an overpowering confidence, knowing that his influence over business transactions that concern his company is unparalleled. “Besides, you hardly brought anything relevant to the table other than eye-fucking my best friend and blatantly flirting with your potential client.” Heeseung lets out a desirive chuckle at his best friend’s comment.

“This is ridiculous! You even reciprocated!” Sienna begins to be vehemently defensive as she accuses Jay, but tears of embarrassment fill her waterline.

“Reciprocated? I was only tolerating you to see how far you would go,” Jay smirks cruelly, revelling in the way he is crushing her self-esteem. Besides, it’s what she gets for blatantly disrespecting you. “And when you brought out the wine, which my past clients have never done since it obviously crossed a professional setting at least in my book, I knew that your purpose here wasn’t any business related.”

She opens her mouth to retort, but Jay cuts her off sharply. “Before you threaten me, let’s not forget that I can easily do some damage to your company’s reputation with a snap of my fingers.”

Sienna knows that she is powerless against Jay, and it is not only his assertion that affects her withering confidence, but the fact that she is heedful enough to be conscious of the danger surrounding the two men. Immediately, she goes to pack her stuff, her hands trembling as she does so due to their eyes burning menacingly straight into her.

She doesn’t spare any second to make her leave, but just as she intends to walk past Heeseung, the guy blocks her way, eliciting a startled yet fearful gasp from her. “The next time I see you again and you have the audacity to disrespect Y/N, you’ll have me to deal with.” Heeseung sounds eerily calm with a collected demeanour, but it intensifies her fear as she notices the cruelty in those eyes of his. “Now get out of here, and don’t you ever let me see you again."

Sienna nods her head before walking around Heeseung and practically bolting her way out. Once she is out of sight, Jay heaves a sigh, frustrated at the situation, and it is even worse when his pent-up emotions from last night have yet to be dealt with.

“Do you want to check on her or should I do it?” Heeseung breaks the silence, his voice neutral, but his attentive eyes notice the sheer distress on Jay’s face.

“You’ll do it instead. She probably doesn’t want to see my face,” Jay tells him sullenly as he runs his fingers through his now-tousled hair.

Heeseung presses his lips thinly, disapproving Jay’s lack of initiative even though he should be selfishly happy that your ire is directed more towards the latter. “You should clear the misunderstanding soon. You do know that Y/N is the type to overthink about this.” His tone holds a knowingness while Jay tenses up at his reminder, but Heeseung doesn’t wait for whatever reason Jay decides to give as he proceeds to find you.

On the other hand, you have sought comfort in Jake’s room, busily changing into his clothes that fit you loosely yet just nicely. Of course, you have no idea what has happened, and you refuse to think further before you finally resort to burrowing yourself in Jake’s bedsheet that smells like him.

Instantly, your frayed nerves mollify as you smother your face in his pillow, his scent providing you the comfort you needed. Then comes the sheer exhaustion, and maybe it’s from last night’s activity that finally dawns on you as your eyelids grow heavier with each passing second. Plus, Heeseung did give you two quickest yet impactful orgasms earlier.

Just as your consciousness begins to fade, your heart rate quickens when the door slowly opens, prompting you to face the other way and refusing to deal with any of them.

“Beloved?” Heeseung’s gentle voice breaks through you, and it takes every strength to restrain yourself from caving into your yearning to seek comfort in his arms. Your body tenses up as you feel the bed dip from behind.

“Are you asleep?” He asks in a murmur as he finally scoots closer to your frail form. Hearing no response from you, he sighs softly but remains in his spot.

You expect him to give up and leave you alone to dwell, but your heart pounds harder against your chest as he wraps his arm around your waist, his hand moving beneath Jake’s hoodie that you adorned and caressing your tummy in a soothing motion.

“Don’t be too upset, sweetheart.” Heeseung speaks softly to you as he hugs you from behind with your back pressing against his chest. “You know that you’re the only woman we’re in love with.”

It is inevitable to resist him as you find yourself melting in his warm embrace that cocoons you. You allow your tensed body to relax and snuggle into him like a kitten. Your heart flutters as he gives you a tender kiss on your neck before burying his face in your nape while his arm tightens protectively around you.

The silence grows comfortable, and soon enough, your consciousness begins to wane with Heeseung hugging and lulling you to sleep.

You never knew that a nap was essential until the moment you are roused awake by the stark absence of Heeseung’s warmth that cocooned you earlier. Still, you find it taxing to even lift a limb as you remain anchored to Jake’s bed, but your hand eventually reaches out for your phone on the nightstand to check the time.

Your eyes widen instantly as they glue to your lock screen, in complete disbelief that this is by far the longest nap you have ever taken, but then again, the four-hour nap was very much needed as it seems to have invigorated you, both inside and out. In fact, the unpleasant encounter with Jay’s client seems laughable to you now.

Your stomach begins to grumble out of hunger, and so you begrudgingly abandon the bed to head to the bathroom and wash your face. Since Jake and Sunghoon did tell you to make yourself at home, you will rummage through their fridge and cupboards for ingredients to cook something edible. 

On your way to the main kitchen, you busily clip up your hair, your face devoid of emotions as nothing is disrupting your inner peace other than the anticipation of appeasing your hunger. But a delectable smell wafting in the air soon infiltrates your senses, prompting you to slow down the pace as you nearly arrive at your intended destination.

You stop dead in your tracks as soon as your eyes settle on Jay’s form while he seems to be engrossed in whatever he’s doing. Alas, your mood sours. You had been hoping to avoid him in the meantime, while as for Heeseung, you feel the strings of hesitation pulling you away to put your distance from him too until you are ready with your emotions rallied and resolve aligned with rationality.

Since you’re obviously unprepared and hungry, you know you can’t afford to tuck yourself away in Jake’s room again, and so you decide to avoid eye contact and be nonverbal towards him at all costs. You pull up the hood in an attempt for coverage before you take a step forward.

Jay’s senses never fail to amaze you, because the second you stand by the entrance of the kitchen, he turns around and locks eyes with you before you quickly break eye contact first, unable to endure the intensity in his strong gaze.

“Took you long enough to wake up.” You can discern the amusement lacing his tone. “You must be hungry.” He states, knowing his sweet baby angel would always search for food after a good nap.

You find yourself nodding your head in agreement as you subconsciously fiddle with the sleeves of Jake’s sweater. Your eyes look everywhere except him until they land on the dishes prepared on the kitchen island, and they look appealing enough for your stomach to growl out of hunger again, but this time, it’s louder than the previous.

You accidentally meet Jay’s eyes, and the smirk playing on his lips tells you that he heard your stomach’s growling hunger, causing you to feel embarrassed with your cheeks flushed. “I’ve already prepared these for you. Go on and eat up,” He instructs you gently, and you wordlessly advance forward to get to the kitchen island before sitting on the high stool.

You begin to eat in silence, nearly moaning out at the first taste and tearing up as the dish reminds you of your mother’s recipe back at home. You are so engrossed in filling up your stomach that you even forget Jay’s presence lingering behind you. Meanwhile, Jay is ruminating on how to break the palpable tension that derives from your cold detachment.

The sound of the stool being dragged pulls him out of his rumination, prompting him to look over at you as you place the empty plates in the sink and proceed to wash them while he feels a sense of satisfaction that you must’ve found his cooking delicious to the point where the plates are spotless.

But the persisting silence is killing him on the inside. Jay moves closer to you, and he can see the way your shoulders tense up. “Just leave those in the sink. I’ll wash them for you.” He insists, offering his help to you in an attempt to coax your cold shoulder towards him.

You shake your head in objection, giving him a brief, tight smile while your movements become prompt as you wash the plates. “It’s fine. This is the least I could do after you cooked for me.”

Seeing how unyieldingly determined you are, Jay concedes, watching you with attentive eyes that renders you uncomfortable. As soon as you finish, you hear him sighing softly before he breaks the icy silence. “Baby, we should talk─”

“I’m going for a swim later.” You cut him off, wanting to avoid having a serious talk about what happened. You look him dead in the eyes, and he is taken aback by the cold detachment in your pretty eyes. “I can do that, right?”

Though Jay feels upset, he can’t deny the brewing anger coursing through his veins at your attitude and how truly obstinate you are, but he is determined to break down those walls. “Of course.” He says with his jaw clenched while his tone lacks gentleness and affection. 

You almost feel incapable of moving away from him due to the way his strong gaze grounds you while there is a newfound rising tension that makes your breath hitch in your throat. Though his demeanour seems collected, his dark eyes and ambience differ so much that even your instinct is urging you to elude him.

Right now, Jay looks and reminds you of Heeseung ─ demeanour eerily collected with ferocious storms raging behind those beautiful dark eyes. This time, you know that Jay’s patience has reached its limit.

“Thanks again for the food, anyway.” You manage to utter your gratitude to him in a ramble with your gaze lowered before forcing your feet to move along in haste while chills run down your whole being at the sensation of his piercing gaze through you, even after you are out of his sight.

You understood the emotions in his eyes conveyed, and you know that he will eventually get what he wants from you, one or another, even if you continue to defy him. As soon as you reach Jake’s room, you immediately lock the door, wanting to be extra cautious, considering that you are in a territory with two unpredictable predators roaming around.

You begin to strip down bare and change into your scarlet bikini that was gifted by Jennifer months ago. Despite the inner turmoil churning within you, you refuse to let it prevent you from heaving over to the pool in the hopes of releasing whatever pent-up emotions are in you. Plus, you need to have some alone time to mediate and regulate your emotions.

With the black bathrobe tightened around your waist, you proceed to venture your way to the pool while being vigilant to your surroundings, obviously looking out for Jay and Heeseung even though you’re okay-ish with the later, but much to your surprise, there is no sight of either of them ─ just eerie silence that causes goosebumps to arise on your skin.

As you finally arrive at the pool, you untie your bathrobe before removing and draping it over one of the sun loungers. You decide to test the temperature as you move closer and stop by the edge of the pool before slowly dipping your foot into the pool. Thankfully, it is adequate, and you waste no time submerging your legs into the water, followed by your upper body.

Since your skills at swimming are entirely rusty, you simply move and float around mindlessly, enjoying your needed meditation and watching the way the water ripples around you in motion as you attempt at swimming. You seek solace in your own company as well as entertaining yourself.

You don’t know how long since the moment you stepped into the pool, but long enough to barely even notice an approaching figure until the sound of his footsteps reach your ears, pulling you out of your reverie as you immediately compose yourself before turning around to face him.

You gulp hard at the sight. Fuck me.

Jay searches for your eyes as he gets closer to the pool, but you are too distracted, blatantly checking him out and nearly salivating, most especially at the display of his beautiful full arm tattoo. He is sporting a black compressed sleeveless shirt that makes his upper body muscles conspicuous in your eyes, but you know that he would look better without it.

As though Jay read your mind, he pulls up his shirt and removes it in one swift motion, his muscles flexing in the process that has your breath hitches in your throat. Your eyes feast on his fine glory appreciatively, desiring to trail your fingers through the slight ridges of his toned abs before you go lower and fuck; his V-line always does something to you. You can see that he is packing beneath the confines of his black shorts, and his bulge looks more noticeable now.

You look at his face, and it is obvious that he has been checking you out too, as you are seated on the pool ledge that allows your upper body to be seen. You know that the way his eyes linger on your bikini has to do with the colour being his favourite, drawing a faint smirk on your lips.

When his steely eyes finally meet yours, you falter instantly, as they are so piercing enough to burn into your memory. His eyes darken with carnal desire and menacing lust that conveys promises, but the unmistakable ire that stems from your recent temperament towards him is present, creating an intoxicating concoction that leaves you apprehensive and entirely aroused.

Still, you refuse to let him know that he turns you on more than anything, and not even his beautiful, smooth tan skin and muscles could sway you from your obstinate resolve. You turn away from him and rise from the pool ledge, walking deeper into the pool and not forgetting to add a sensual touch in the way you move your hips.

Jay’s eyes never leave from you, his jaw clenched and body taut with tension as he recognises that you’re intentionally tormenting him. It isn’t even helping that his cock beneath the confines is getting painfully harder than moments before this. His hands are itching to touch your skin and to dance on your alluring curves.

But then, the distance you continue to establish as you get further into the pool pulls the trigger off in his head, and with vehemence, he desires to deal with your wilful temperament the way he used to, letting go the last of his restraint and patience. Plus, the way you gaze at him briefly yet so coyly, he knows that you are asking for it.

Jay takes a step forward, now standing at the first ledge with the water level above his ankles. “You think you’re being cute with this attitude of yours.” He breaks the ice, finally confronting you without any sugar-coating approach. He only receives silence from you, his eyes watching you attentively as you remain indifferent without looking at him. He scoffs lightly, feeling both amused and infuriated. “You know that you can’t avoid me forever, babe.” 

You ignore the tiny leap your heart makes just by the mere endearment before forcing yourself to look at him again with unwavering eyes, only to be alarmed by his movement as he takes slow, deliberate steps onto the pool ledges until the water level reaches below his knees.

The tension feels oppressive as it tethers on your whole being, but the fiery spark in you remains unabating, and you seek fortitude from it to withstand his unyielding assertion. “Oh yeah? Try me.” You retort, your voice lacing with unconcealed defiance that only fuels his desire to tame you.

“This is not how we settle things, alright?” Jay asserts sternly, his tone indicating no room for further opposition from you. He grapples with the tempestuous emotions within him, each vying to reign influence over the remainder of his restraint to have you in his possession as you are a few feet away from him, but he softens his voice, albeit firm enough to show you that he means business. “I don’t want us to keep fighting in silence like this. I need you to communicate with me, baby.”

You know that it is inevitable as you realise that you will always melt whenever he uses that tone with you, which he has never used with anyone else, but then the memory of Sienna’s gaze on him and how he didn’t seem phased by her reignites the fiery vehemence.

“Fine, you want to know what’s been bothering me?” You begin while behind the layer of hurt and anger in your eyes is rousing lust as you continue to look at him, wanting nothing more than for him to pound your pent-up emotions away. Damn it, if angry and horny was a person, it’d be you. “It’s the fact that you didn’t bother to introduce me as your girlfriend to your client! And you even allowed her to touch and flirt with you!”

Jay raises his eyebrow at you, feeling a tad surprised that you chose to go straight to the point rather indignantly. A promising danger casts a menacing shadow on his handsome face with his chiselled jaw clenched. “Yeah? Now you know how I feel when you danced with your friend and let him touch you last night.”

You hate how right he is, but you hate it even more that he poked your insecurity. “Don’t turn this around on me! This is about you!” You snap angrily while the pool around you ripples from your agitating movements.

“No, baby, this is about you and your attitude last night,” Jay counters with unwavering austerity, and his strong gaze is unmatched as it burns through you, as though coercing your obstinacy. “I don’t know what your deal was even before you decided to show attitude to us, but if what happened with Sienna today made you feel what I felt when you were with your friend last night, then so be it.”

Okay, nevermind. Forget being horny. Now it’s time to unleash your feminine rage.

“Oh, so this is what it is about? Revenge?!” You seethe out, your eyes burning with unmistakable fury, but Jay feels rather aroused to see you pissed off. “You are unbelievable! You had your client over just to get back at me and make me feel jealous? You’re so─”

You clamp your lips shut, unable to think of a suitable vocabulary to insult him as your brain goes short-circuited at the moment he takes another step where his arm can easily reach out to you, prompting you to straighten your back and take cautious steps back from him. Despite getting caught up in your own rage, you are no fool to heed his imposing figure with danger exuding from him, and yet it is the kind of danger that sends you a familiar sense of thrill.

“So what?” Jay taunts you with an eerie calmness in his demeanour, his eyes pinning yours seem to darken with intensity and challenge, and they feel scalding on your skin, making you all hot and bothered once again. “Go on, babe. I’m listening.”

“So petty and infuriating!” You give your best shot, but even you know that it is futile as he doesn’t seem particularly insulted. If anything, he is amused, and that peeves you. 

“That makes us even, then.” Jay smirks at you, and you so badly want to wipe the smirk off his handsome face. All the while, you fail to realise another presence intruding the tension encompassing the pool from behind you as he has been watching it all unravel.

Honestly, this argument is getting nowhere, and the tension in the atmosphere feels just as palpable as the rousing lust in the way his eyes burn into yours. You open your mouth in an attempt to retort again just when he moves forward, but a familiar voice cuts through the stifling air, causing you to tense up.

“Jay, you’re supposed to clear the misunderstanding. Not making it worse.” Heeseung speaks up, albeit his tone lacks the conviction in the words he spoke, being disconcertingly nonchalant. You turn around and adjust your position just enough for you to be able to see both of them equally. “Since Jongseong brought that topic up, we really need to talk about your behaviour last night.”

A disbelieving scoff escapes your lips before you can stop it. “My behaviour? All I did was have fun with my friends! I didn’t realise how wrong it was to have fun.” You burst out in a torrent of exasperation, refusing to yield even when you know it yourself that you provoked them first. You dare yourself to challenge Heeseung, who raises his eyebrow at the defiance in your pretty eyes before he chuckles softly. “I’m not going to apologise when I have nothing to apologise for.”

“One of your friends is a man, Y/N, and he touched you in a way friends don’t,” Jay emphasises strongly, his voice lacing with warning. “You’re mad at me for not introducing you as my girlfriend to my client, but you acted as if you didn’t have boyfriends the way you were last night.”

Hypocrite, he’s telling you that, and he’s more than right. Maybe it’s fair that you got a taste of your own medicine, all because you got petty at them for avoiding having sex with you, but damn it, the heat coursing through your veins is unabating, yearning for them to ruin you the same way Jake and Sunghoon did in one night. 

“Not denying, pretty girl?” Heeseung lets out derisive chuckles as he takes a seat on one of the sun loungers, looking entirely laid-back, but it completely unnerves you in thrilling anticipation as you stand still in the pool. “I was about to let this pass, but Hoon was right. Showing attitude, making us jealous─ you’ve really been a brat.”

You observe the way Heeseung briefly looks at Jay, almost as if sending him a telepathic message, because the next thing you know, your peripheral vision catches Jay’s movement as he advances towards you, prompting your full attention on him as you become alarmed.

“What are you doing?” You ask incredulously, flabbergasted at how unrelenting he is with the pool rippling in violent motions around him while the intensity in his dark eyes sends you waves of intoxication. Though a part of you is keenly aroused by this, you heed to your prey instinct as you slowly back away from him, but your movement only seems to spur him further.

“Come closer, baby,” Jay beckons you to him with faux gentleness, but you shake your head in protest as you continue your attempt at eluding him. He smirks at you; his charming face displays a haunting cruelty that mingles with lechery, and his darkened eyes swirl with carnality. “It’s about time we remind you who you belong to.”

The tension feels sweltering enough as it continues to mount rapidly, and your once-tenacious resolve dissipates as the distance between you and Jay gradually decreases in spite of your efforts to elude him. You know that you can’t even ask Heeseung for help, as the latter is equally pissed.

Though trepidation is present in the heat of your veins, you can’t lie that it feels sensationally thrilling at the same time, spurring you into increasing your pace as you turn around and move in haste towards the pool coping. It is sick and twisted at how you clearly enjoy feigning being the vulnerable prey just to feed into their ego at the effect they still have on you.

“Come on, babe. Where are you running to? I thought you wanted this,” Jay chuckles darkly from behind you, causing your pulse to go erratic as it drums in your ears. He finds you adorable ─ like a frantic bunny trying to swim away from getting devoured by the beast with agility and strength that are clearly unparalleled.

Just as you nearly reach the pool coping, a calloused hand seizes your arm from behind and pulls you to him roughly, eliciting a startled yelp from you as it sends you a jarring sensation while his strong arm locks around your waist and his hand cradles your jaw.

You can barely process the escalation in your head when his lips descend on yours, kissing you hard that intensifies a blazing inferno of desire within you. His kiss feels both possessive and ravenous, but it sends you an electrifying sensation through the heat of your body that has you arched into his touch, earning a low hum of approval from him.

With your body pressing into him, you can feel the heat emanating from his body and the way his abdominal muscles are flexing against your skin as the intensity of the kiss builds to greater heights of pleasure. His lips feel relentless and unforgiving against yours, almost bruising as you can feel him pouring his pent-up emotions into the kiss, but there is an unmistakable desperation in the way he moves with urgency.

Amidst the fervent exchange of your kisses, Jay guides you with his firm hands on your hips while the pool ripples violently around you with how urgent your movements are. Feeling the gradual distance of your body from him, he growls against your lips and pulls you by the waist closer until his bulge presses insistently against your lower abdomen, eliciting a soft gasp from you at the arousal evident in his thickness.

As soon as your lips part open, Jay seizes the opportunity as he thrusts his tongue into your mouth and explores every inch before meeting your tongue in a hot, sensual tango with saliva exchange wantonly. Even just making out with him is enough to make you wetter than you already were, as you can feel the slick of your arousal staining your folds.

Jay breaks the kiss, allowing you to gasp for air while his lips remain brushing against yours and his hands on your waist in a vice-like grip. “You have no idea how badly you drive me fucking insane with your distance and silence,” He rasps, his voice sounds grating in your ear as it sends you shivers. You gasp again as he presses himself into you, intentionally letting you feel his hard bulge. “Feel this, baby? You’re the only woman who makes me hard. Two fucking weeks without burying myself in your sweet pussy was madness.”

“It’s your fault, remember?” You attempt to sound petty as the recollection of him deliberately avoiding and dismissing the signs you gave resurfaces in your mind, but your voice comes out breathless and trembles with need. “I was so frustrated, and I needed you─”

“You gave us─ gave me an attitude because you needed cock, yeah?” Jay cuts you off in a low rumble while his tone drips with degradation that sends heat surging through your core. He squeezes your waist, his lips stretching into a cruel smirk. “You should’ve just said so instead of confusing us with your sudden attitude. You need cock? You’ll get it, alright, and I’ll be the one giving you what you need.”

His fingers go tangle in your damp hair before gripping it to seize control over you as he tilts your head up, causing your breath to hitch in your throat. The moment his lips trail a scorching path from your jaw to your neck, your body burns with overwhelming need. His hot breath hits your skin as he presses wet, open-mouthed kisses on your untainted skin until he reaches your sensitive spots, knowing how to get you incredibly wetter as he continues to assault you with his teeth and tongue.

Your pulse goes erratic with each kiss, bite, and lick while your ragged breathing mingles with soft moans that make him go carnal. You begin to grind your throbbing clothed-cunt on his hard bulge, needing some relief, but your movements elicit a rumble of warning from him, and yet you refuse to stop when your clit throbs deliciously at the contact of his bulge.

“Jay, please,” You plead in a whine that sounds pathetic in your ear, but any sound or utterance from you only fuels his carnal desire for you, prompting him to bite down your skin for one last time before he trails his lips up to your jaw and meets your lips.

But Jay doesn’t kiss you. Instead, his teeth sink into the plumpness of your lower lip, sucking it with his tongue licking across the seam. You look at him with hooded eyelids, your eyes meeting his dark ones that mirror your lust before he uses more force, and this time drawing out blood while you moan out in both pleasure and pain.

Jay immediately licks your lower bleeding lip before sucking it while you feel it throb. He releases your lower lip, only to capture your swollen lips into a searing kiss, but his hands begin to get busy as they leave your waist to pull down his shorts just enough for his cock to escape the tormenting confines.

“Take these off, baby,” Jay commands you huskily against your lips as his fingers go slightly hook around the band of your underwear. You comply, albeit your movements are flimsy, as you feel unnerved under the intensity of his dark, ravenous gaze. Just when your underwear is in your hand, Jay snatches it from you, only to toss it behind you as he smirks at his best friend. “Something to keep you a little less lonely while I fuck her first.”

Jay’s remark hits you with the realisation that Heeseung has been watching the shared yet intense intimacy wrapped between you and Jay by the sun lounger. You look over your shoulder to catch a glimpse of Heeseung holding your scarlet underwear proudly with a smug smirk, causing the temperature in your cheeks to rise at the embarrassment.

“Eyes on me, baby,” Jay instructs you sternly, pulling your attention away from his best friend and watching him pumping his cock as he backs you up until your spine hits the hard edge of the concrete. His dark eyes flicker to yours briefly. “Wrap your legs around me.”

You do so instantly, your hand holding onto his shoulder for stability as your legs slowly wrap around his hips, but it seems Jay lacks patience as he decides to push his cock into your entrance, tearing a gasp from your throat at the relentless intrusion of his thickness as he continues to drive forward despite the resistance that has his jaw clenched.

“Damn, baby. Did Jake and Sunghoon not fuck you loose last night?” Jay groans deeply in your ear as he finally buries himself into you to the hilt, causing your back to arch off the wall as a whimper leaves your lips at his sheer girth that stretch your walls nearly to their limits.

“They did,” You whimper again, your voices trembling with need despite the stretch of your walls that feels borderline painful due to his size.

It boosts his ego upon seeing how close you are to going delirious just by his cock filling you up. He grabs you by the chin just as you begin to lose focus, forcing you to look at him in the eyes. For a fleeting moment, his eyes soften, but the unmistakable glint of depravity is present, giving you a whiplash of familiarity as the man before you is Devil’s Knight Jay.

“Don’t worry. I’ll fuck you the way you deserve after giving us the attitude.” A smirk touches his lips, and before you know it, he begins to hammer his cock into your cunt, tearing wanton moans from your throat as each thrust sends an electrifying jolt of pleasure through your body.

“Fuck, I’ve missed this. I’ve missed fucking you,” Jay growls out, his voice sounding deeper and huskier that amplifies your pleasure, getting wetly turned on even more, as evident in the instant slick leaking down your walls that sticks to his girth with each push.

“I’ve missed you too.” You manage to utter in between gasps and moans, albeit mindlessly, as nothing feels coherent in your head other than him and his cock. Your every nerve is smouldering as you surrender to the overwhelming sensation of his punishing strokes while the pool around you ripples and splashes from the impact.

“Yeah, baby? Missed me fucking you like this?” Jay rasps against your skin as he gets busy littering his kiss on your arched neck while his firm hands on your underthighs control your every movement as he drives you forward into his cock, allowing you to feel him deeper and more insistently than each previous stroke. “I’ll fuck you somemore.”

It is as though something possessed him as he begins to fuck you with intense fervour, borderline animalistic, while his hands on your thighs feel bruising. His moans and guttural sounds as they mingle with yours go straight into your surging heat, but the pure ecstasy on his face is what propels you to fuck yourself onto his cock as you snap your hips against his.

“Just like that. Good fucking girl,” Jay growls in approval before grabbing the back of your head and pulling you in for him to slam his lips into your parted lips, swallowing every sound emitting from the back of your throat greedily and kissing you sloppily with teeth and tongues clashing. He sighs pleasurably against your lips. “If only you had been good for us last night.”

Just when you can nearly reach the pinnacle of ecstasy, Jay slows down the pace deliberately before pulling out his erected cock from you while your cunt clenches at nothing. You whimper in disappointment at the loss of his cock, only to be taken aback when he manoeuvres you as you now find yourself facing Heeseung.

Your eyes are immediately transfixed at the sight of Heeseung pumping his cock leisurely with his abdominal muscles on display while his face betrays no emotion, but when you look him in the eyes, carnal lust swims in them while a wicked smirk plays at the corner of his lips. You turn your head away, unable to withstand the intensity just from his penetrating gaze alone, but your avoidance earns a disapproving tut from the man behind you.

The next thing you know, Jay buries his cock into your cunt with one brutal thrust, eliciting a loud moan from your lips at the sudden intrusion that is a heady mix of agony and ecstasy. Your hands immediately hold onto the square edge of the pool for stability as he thrusts into you relentlessly with his muscular hips snapping against your ass.

Your head lolls forward, feeling your body being overpowered by the overwhelming dominance he asserts, but his fingers go tangled in your hair to seize control as he pulls your head to the back, forcing your spine to arch and exposing your neck to Heeseung’s eyes until you feel his hot breath fanning the shell of your earlobe.

“You’re gonna keep your eyes on Heeseung while I fuck you, understood?” Jay snarls in your ear, his gravelly voice resonates deep in your core, and his tone indicates he wants to hear your compliance, but you are too delirious at the sensation of his cock dragging along your walls so distinctly with each thrust as you roll your eyes to the back in pleasure.

Heeseung, who has been watching you, desires nothing more than to be the one who makes you roll your eyes in pure ecstasy, but he can’t deny that he feels oddly turned on than ever as he watches his best friend fucking you until you are evidently reduced to nothing but dumb on the latter’s cock, causing him to speed up in pumping his cock with his jaw clenched and his dark eyes drinking in your mesmerising nuance while his abdominal muscles occasionally reflexing with each pump.

Upon receiving moans and gasps from you, Jay growls lowly in displeasure before abandoning your hip and curling his fingers around your neck while his fingers tug at your strands again. “I said, understood?” His authoritarian tone sends shivers through your body while your walls quiver in submission, driving him to the brink of madness.

“Yes sir,” You manage to utter in an accidental, sensual slur that spurs him into fucking you with savage intensity, his hand leaving your neck to grip your waist while the other remains pulling your hair to the back just enough for your eyes to train on Heeseung.

You try to be good, to please both men in your vicinity, but the combination of Jay’s vicious thrusts as he relentlessly hits you from behind and Heeseung’s cock that has you foaming in the mouth feels all-consuming, desiring nothing more than for them to stuff you full at the same time. Even the stinging pain from your scalp in the way Jay tugs at your strands feels just as pleasurable as the way your sopping cunt is being battered by his thick cock.

Jay clenches his jaw as your quivering walls vacuum his cock, hurtling him at the edge of ecstasy, but he wants you to come undone first. His hand travels from your waist down to your mount before searching for your clit and rubbing it in circles with the padding of his fingers.

“Jay!” You release another moan that is a higher pitch as soon as Jay assaults your bundle of nerves that is building to an intensity while your heart goes pounding against your chest. A sob leaves your lips as you grip the square edge of the pool, your whole body trembling with delirious pleasure. “F-Fuck! It’s too much─”

“Nothing is too much. You’re going to take it like a good doll, baby.” Jay’s voice is grating in your ear while his hot breath tickles your skin. There is not an ounce of clemency in him, as he claims you with relentless ferocity while working in tandem with his fingers that are rubbing your clit. 

“This is what you wanted, yeah? For me to fuck you and set your attitude straight.” He grunts with each snap of his hips against your ass while the impact causes your tits to spill out from your bikini. “Purposely being a brat all because you need cock to satisfy you.”

You moan weakly, unable to withstand the overwhelming pleasure from both his degradation and his cock as you feel your own body on the precipice of combusting. “J-Jay, I’m gonna cum─” Your lips part open with a silent moan with your eyes rolled to the back as he delivers a punishing thrust that is enough to send you tumbling over the edge of ecstasy, violently coming undone on his cock.

But Jay continues to thrust into your cunt even as your essence sticks to his entire girth while overstimulating you with his fingers rubbing your clit unforgivingly, causing you to writhe and whimper in his inescapable hold.

“I’m not fucking done with you, baby girl.” Jay grits his teeth, releasing your hair only to wrap his arm around your torso before pulling you to him until your back hits his chest. With his arm locked around your torso, he skilfully uses his hand to grip your jaw and forces you to look at Heeseung again. “Keep your eyes on him when you cum again.”

And you do, trying your best to hold onto the last threads of whatever sanity left in you, but Heeseung’s dark eyes feel invasive as they penetrate into you, as though he is fucking you just by his eyes alone.

“Let Heeseung know how good I’m fucking you,” Jay whispers darkly in your ear, enjoying the way your quivering walls continue to welcome him. Your breath hitches in your throat as you recognise the possessive gleam in Heeseung’s eyes. “Tell Heeseung that you’re my good doll who always needs cock to keep her satisfied.”

“H-Heeseung,” You moan out his name, a sensual yet melodious tune in his ears as the latter pumps his cock furiously. “Jay fucks me so good─” You gasp as Jay squeezes your tit with his hand underneath your bikini, tweaking and rolling your perky nipple between his fingers. “Oh god─”

Breaking free from the last of his restraint, Heeseung abandons the sun lounger and makes his way towards the pool, his dark eyes penetrating into yours that have your heart pounding harder against your chest upon recognising the stark madness and carnal desire in his eyes.

Adrenaline rushes through you as Heeseung has now entered the pool, walking towards you with a mask of eerie calmness while Jay continues to thrust into you, and you can feel his impending climax in the way his cock twitches in you. 

Jay lets out a guttural moan as waves of ecstasy wash over him, his cock filling your womb with your walls greedily sucking more and more of his hot sticky cum, and the timing is impeccable when Heeseung finally reaches you, wasting no time in grabbing you by the nape and slamming his lips into yours.

You whimper at the sensitivity as Jay continues to pump his cock into your sopping cunt even after he reaches the peak of his orgasm, but Heeseung greedily swallows every sound you utter, kissing you hard yet sloppily with teeth and tongues clashing.

Seeing as you are occupied with Heeseung, Jay is understanding enough to let his best friend have his fun as he slowly pulls out his cock from you and places a sensual kiss on your shoulder, but his fingers remain rubbing in strong, deliberate circles on your clit. You moan languidly into the kiss, feeling the inevitable before you finally come undone from his fingering assault on your clit.

“Jay fucks you good, yeah? Are you satisfied now, sweetheart?” Heeseung growls against your lips, sending shivers down your body that fall weak into him as your legs give up on you, but he holds you steadily with his hands on your waist. He smirks softly, sensing the exertion in your body. “Pretty girl, I haven’t even gotten my turn with you yet, and you’re already fucked out?”

“W-Wait, Heeseung─” You yelp out in surprise just as Heeseung lifts you up by the waist, prompting your legs to wrap around his hips on instinct and your arms latching around his neck. “Hee, I can’t. Sensitive, still.” You whimper falling deaf to his ears as he presses his hard length into your throbbing cunt before feeling your back hitting Jay’s chest, now being sandwiched between the two devils who are nowhere done with you.

“You don’t seem to understand that we’re simply giving you what you desperately needed, my pretty angel.” Heeseung smirks cruelly at you, but you feel turned on more than you should feel humiliated. “You wanted us to fuck you? We’ll fuck you, alright, and you’re going to take it until we’re done.”

You open your mouth to retort despite having been drained of energy, but the abrupt breach of his cock into your cunt tears a moan from your throat before he begins to fuck you with an insatiable hunger, barely giving you the time to process his cock stretching your walls and hitting your spongey spot instantly.

“Good fucking girl. Taking my cock so good. Your pussy was made for us, for me,” Heeseung growls out, his deep voice rumbling with thick desire that sends heat surging through your core, causing your cunt to clench around him. A muscle pulses in his jaw as he becomes relentless, driving his cock deeper and revelling in the sounds you make while your walls clench around him like crazy. “Look at you, love. Your sweet cunt is still hungry for cock. My pretty girl needs more than one or else she’ll show attitude, yeah?”

“N-No!” You deny, but it only fuels his ire and possessiveness as he recalls Eunwoo’s touch on you last night, propelling him to fuck you with brutal intensity that has you screaming and moaning out at the delirious sensation. The impact sends you pinning to Jay’s chest while he instinctively supports his best friend by holding you in place with his hands on your waist.

Heeseung briefly meets Jay’s eyes in a silent exchange of understanding, their smirks mirroring each other’s before the latter brings his two fingers to your parted lips and shoves them into your mouth without any thought of gentleness, causing you to gag on his fingers as he lodges them deep.

“No? Still denying after you purposely made us jealous by dancing with your friend?” Heeseung growls, resonating deep to your core that has your walls quivering in submission once more. “Tell me, would he fuck you better than we do?”

Heeseung awaits your answer with demanding eyes, but with Jay’s fingers lodged in your mouth as he presses them down on your tongue, you can only gag and choke out, causing tears to prickle in your eyes. Your pulse goes erratic at the cruel, predatory gleam in Heeseung’s eyes as well as Jay’s dark chuckles in your ear.

“Can’t answer him, baby girl?” Jay sneers in your ear, earning a head shake from you but a faux disappointed sigh from him before he presses down his fingers on your tongue once more while drools dripping from the corner of your lips. “Come on, angel. We want to hear you say it.”

You feel both frustrated and edged that Jay is deliberately sliding his two fingers down until they hit your tonsils, causing you to gag even more as you attempt to enunciate your words. Your body shakes violently from the impact when Heeseung delivers a hard, punishing thrust that hits you in the cervix precisely, your eyes rolling to the back with your head lolling and hitting Jay’s shoulder. 

Both men chuckle at how evidently you are fucked out as even your arms begin to feel loose around Heeseung’s shoulders. Jay collects enough saliva from your drooling cavern before pulling his fingers from your mouth, giving you some air to breathe as you regain focus, only to be taken aback when Jay shoves his fingers into Heeseung’s mouth.

Your breath hitches in your throat, utterly hypnotised with the way Heeseung’s dark eyes pin yours as he continues to suck the residue of your saliva from Jay’s fingers rather sensually, completely unbothered that he is making intimate contact with his best friend, and that turns you on more than anything.

You move your hips in tandem with him while his cock is relentlessly thrusting and lodging deep in your cunt, his dark gaze focusing on you in spite of his mouth being occupied with Jay’s fingers. With Jay’s lips now attached to your shoulder, kissing and licking your skin, and Heeseung’s cock hitting the right places, your pleasure has amplified with your impending orgasm awaiting a trigger.

Jay finally withdraws his fingers from Heeseung’s mouth with a tangible string of saliva connected from his lips, but the latter pays no mind to that as he quickly captures your lips in a searing kiss, forcing his tongue into your mouth for you to taste yourself with the saliva he collected on his tongue.

The exchange is filthy and lewd, your tongues dancing wetly with each other and salivas dripping down your chin, but you feel drunk in the heat of the moment, willingly swallowing and taking whatever he gives. You whine as Heeseung pulls his lips away from your swollen ones, only to be silenced by Jay’s lips with his hand seizing your jaw as you find your head being turned sideways.

Heeseung smirks softly as he watches the lewd exchange of your kisses with the wet sound of lips smacking filling the air, all the while, he doesn’t let up his momentum, and instead, he feels the intoxicating pull of pleasure that tempts him to surrender, but he wants to make it last, not when you haven’t come undone on his cock yet.

“You haven’t said it yet, sweet angel,” Jay murmurs against your wet lips, slowly pulling away from the breathtaking kiss and distracting you with the sudden tenderness, but you immediately recognise the deception in his dark eyes. You gasp softly at the intrusion of a bullous tip trying to slide into your battered cunt that is being fucked by Heeseung. “We're waiting, baby. Tell us if your friend would fuck you any better than us.”

“N-No, he wouldn’t be able to fuck me better than you.” You splutter your words, your brain going into overdrive as Jay manages to slide in his bullous tip in your occupied cunt before miraculously burying himself next to Heeseung’s moving cock. Your hand grips on Heeseung’s bicep, giving his flexing muscle a squeeze at the stretch of both cocks in your pulsating cunt. “Jay, please, it’s too much─”

“Why wouldn’t he be able to fuck you, pretty girl?” Heeseung cuts you off with a low rumble, catching your dazed eyes with his perfectly fine ones. You open your mouth to speak, but only moans tumble past your lips as Jay fucks you with an unbridled force, working in tandem with Heeseung. “We won’t let you cum until you answer my question, angel.”

“You know the answer, baby girl,” Jay rasps in your ear, his fingers seeking your clit once more and rubbing it while the assault intensifies your building pleasure that coils tighter in your tummy. “You don’t want us to stop fucking you, do you?”

You shake your head frantically, displaying your pathetic desperation for both of their cocks to consume you. “B-Because he’s not any of you.” You continue while racking through your brain to grasp for any coherency left. You become distracted when Heeseung attaches his lips to the hollow of your throat, kissing and biting your skin. “Fuck─ and he would never be able to fuck me because I’m yours.” You manage to utter through breathy moans as Jay increases the pace on your clit.

“That’s right. You’re ours and ours alone,” Heeseung snarls against your throat, causing your breath to hitch at the haunting menace in his husky voice. “You belong to us, and by the time we’re done with you, you’d do well to remember that.”

You nod your head numbly, focusing on your pleasure that reaches to a crescendo, and you can feel their impending orgasms in the way their cocks throb against your walls as well as their guttural moans and grunts in your ears. Your head feels dizzy at the stimulation of Jay’s hand fondling your tits while the other is on your clit and with Heeseung’s lips relentlessly assaulting your neck with kisses.

The sensation overwhelms you, and before you know it, you tumble over the edge of ecstasy, as at the same time they do, their tips hitting the spot triggers an intense orgasm that has your body convulsing between their bodies and feeling a familiar fluid release from your cunt. 

Your whimper mingles with their moans as they deliver a few more thrusts despite your overstimulated cunt spasming around their cocks before tidal waves of ecstasy hit them as they shoot their hot cum into you, filing to the brim that serves as a testament of their claim over you.

As the last echoes of ecstasy and intensity wanes into the air, you allow your spent body to fall limp in between them with only the sound of laboured breathing amidst the silence. You lean your head in the nook of Heeseung’s neck, feeling sated, while the blissful aftermath envelopes you in a cocoon of contentment. Your eyes capture the beautiful scenery of the skies that are painted in hues of blues and pinks as the sun is making its final descent.

Just when you are about to bask in the afterglow of your intense yet passionate encounter, the realisation dawns on you, followed by the strings of guilt tugging at your heart. “I’m sorry for what happened last night and today,” You break the ice as you slowly lift your head to look at them, only to feel meek under their dark gaze on you. You lower your gaze, unable to handle their imposing intimidation. “I promise I won’t make you jealous again, but─”

You bite down your lips, feeling the remnants of resentment and bitterness at their avoidance of having sex with you over the course of two weeks. It seems like they want to hear you out, as they can see how evidently upset you still are. 

“But I was so frustrated that you were obviously avoiding me and ignoring the signs I gave you, and I thought you didn’t desire me like you did before because, in some ways, I also assumed that you got annoyed at me for being pathetically needy.” You divulge your concern and vulnerability to them, even if a part of you feels sceptical that they would even hear you. You sigh, still unable to look at their faces. “It’s whatever. Sunghoon and Jake already told me the reason why.”

The silence from them only exasperates you, forcing you to dart your narrowed eyes at them with a huff leaving your lips as you notice amusement dancing in their eyes. “Well? Say something!” You whine, accidentally moving your hips that have you gasping as you realise that they are still buried in you while low groans emit from them.

Heeseung catches your gaze instantly, his lips stretching into a lazy yet attractive smirk while there is a teasing glint in his eye. “I had no idea our sweet angel could be this needy for sex.” His remark is accompanied by Jay’s chuckles.

Your cheeks flare in embarrassment, knowing that Jay has that teasing yet charming smirk on his lips as well. Though the smirk remains on his lips, Heeseung’s eyes soften as they roam around your features before he leans down to place a kiss on your forehead.

“Don’t be embarrassed, love. In fact, we’re glad that you’re just as needy as us,” Heeseung tells you, coughing lightly in a not-so-discreet embarrassment at the end that you break into giggles. “You have no idea how we struggled to control ourselves from being all over you.”

“Like Hoon said, we didn’t want to overwhelm you when being in a relationship with the four of us at once is already overwhelming enough,” Jay adds as he rubs your waist, offering you more comfort. “We should’ve told you about it in the first place. We’re sorry, baby.”

“It’s fine. It was silly of me to be all petty and make you jealous last night,” You insist, turning your head to face Jay before giving him a peck on the lips while your fingers gently scrub his chiselled jaw. “No man could ever come close to any of you.”

“We know,” Heeseung says smugly, but his tone carries an undercurrent of danger as he continues. “Even if there was a man other than us, he wouldn’t live to see another day. Consider your friend lucky that he’s Wooseok’s lifelong buddy.”

You kind of expected this coming from Heeseung, considering how possessive he could get to the point where it overwhelmed you, but instead of feeling disturbed, you feel oddly content with a smile touching your lips, knowing that he and the others evidently desire and love you, maybe more than you think.

Jay feels your body shivering beneath his touch, his eyebrows furrowing in concern as his protective boyfriend mode kicks in. “I’ll get the bathrobe for you, okay?” His deep voice sounds comfortingly mellow as he kisses your shoulder affectionately before slowly pulling his softened cock from your cunt.

Jay hisses lightly while you whimper at the sensitivity, prompting him to apologise to you with another kiss on your shoulder before he parted from you, leaving you in Heeseung’s possession. Heeseung attempts to pull out, but you lock your legs around him, causing him to raise his eyebrow inquisitively at you.

“Stay inside me just for a while, please.” You plead softly, your eyes are absent of lust, and instead, a vulnerable display of your yearning for a different yet tender intimacy is present, causing his eyes to soften more than they already were. “I want you to hold me close to you too.”

“Of course, my beloved,” Heeseung murmurs, dipping his head down to press his lips into yours in a shared tender kiss that has you melt for him all over while his arms wrap around your body securely. The two of you remain still, basking in each other's warmth intimately with your head resting on his shoulder. Feeling the constant shivers on your body, he proceeds to carry you over to the pool ledge, where Jay, who has worn back his shorts, is waiting for you with your bathrobe in his hand.

Eventually, you know that Heeseung will have to release you, but just as you decide to stand on your own, your knees buckle underneath you before your legs give up from the sheer ache all over. Heeseung is quick enough to catch you before you can even fall, while Jay wastes no time in draping the bathrobe over your body.

“Let’s go, angel baby,” Jay mutters to you, carrying you in a bridal style with one swoop while your arms go hooked around his neck. As he makes his way back to the penthouse, you sink into the comfort of his warmth that cocoons you with your head resting on his shoulder. “We’ll shower together, and after that, I’m cooking dinner for us.”

You only nod your head in response as your eyes slowly flutter close, unable to withstand the weight of sheer exhaustion dawning on your whole being that you don’t even realise two new presences, who have returned from work, entering the living room as well.

“What happened? What did you do to my princess?” Sunghoon being openly affectionate with you in front of the guys ─ more than how he used to be back then ─ is something you still need to get accustomed to. You can feel his piercing gaze on your form, but you feel too enervated to even lift your eyelids.

“Isn’t it obvious?” Jay simply smirks at Sunghoon, whose eyes narrow in a protective gleam yet tinge with softness as he looks at your serene countenance. “Relax. She’s fine. She just needs more rest.”

“You guys really wrecked her,” Jake’s remark causes your cheeks to flush warmly, and you want nothing more than to bury yourself six feet under as they continue to converse about you. “I thought I told you to go easy on her.”

“It's not our fault that we couldn’t resist. How could we when our girl wanted to play being the bunny running from her prey in the pool?” Jay shrugs his shoulders, unfazed by Jake’s disapproving eyes as well as Sunghoons’s protective ones, causing him to roll his eyes at them being all fussy. He looks down at you with knowingness, as he is able to sense that you are not entirely asleep. “Isn’t that right, baby? You enjoyed it all, yeah?”

In return, you bury your face into his toned chest, groaning lightly. “Can we please just get to the shower? A warm shower, at that. I’m still feeling cold.” You mumble to him, but the other two catch onto your words rather quickly.

“She meant shower with me, not the two of you,” Jay puts their hope to an end upon seeing the look on their faces. He merely smirks again at their scowling faces before continuing your journey to his room.

“Jay?” You utter his name softly as soon as you reach the second floor. He hums in response, briefly looking down at you with an eyebrow raised. You surprise him with a peck on his cheek. “I love you.”

Jay's eyes soften as he leans forward, kissing you squarely yet sweetly on the lips. Your heart flutters with the swelling affection as his lips gently move against yours before murmuring. “I love you more, my angel baby.”

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𝐇𝐄𝐄-𝐏𝐎𝐎𝐋'𝐒 𝐃𝐈𝐃 𝐈𝐓 𝐀𝐆𝐀𝐈𝐍! || (𝗲𝗻- 𝗰𝘂 𝘀𝗲𝗿𝗶𝗲𝘀)

"Tell me where your fucking boss is or you're going to die! In five minutes!"

SYNOPSIS: 7 guys that have the power to change the world for good in a unique way, sure they can mess the whole city they are battling or end in another universe, but one thing is sure, they will always comeback home for some love.

PAIRING: Deadpool!Heeseung x Computer Science Worker!reader (the reader is fem bodied) || GENRE: smut, crack || W.C: +4.2k || TRIGGER WARNING: lots of cursing, Heeseung is a menace but he's in love, is somebody gonna match their freak fr, Hee gets fucked with his masked on, oral (f), knife play, blood play (but it's like for a second), dark humour, knife licking, dirty talk, petnames (slut), bratty reader, dom Heeseung, slapping, cowgirl, unprotect sex (there's no party without a birthday hat)

Once upon a time, there was this asian young adult called Heeseung, who saves those in need and rescued cats on tall trees...

Yeah, I'm breaking your bubble right now because we are not starting like that.

Heeseung sat on his favorite bar stool, nursing ramen and whiskey with delight. The bar was as lively as ever, filled with mercenaries and ne'er-do-wells. But tonight, Heeseung felt particularly chatty, and his friend, Jake, had to pay for it.

"Hey, Jake," Heeseung called to the bartender. "You ever wonder why ramen is so darn delicious?"

Jake, used to his friend's random musings, didn't even look up. "Nope. Just you, buddy."

Heeseung took a dramatic bite at his plate. "You sound like my girl so much, but hear me out. It's the perfect balance of sticky, cheesy, and spicy, my friend. It's like a symphony in my mouth, with a full brass section and everything."

Jake rolled his eyes. "You know, some people come here to forget their problems, not to hear about yours."

"Touché, mon frère," Heeseung said, tipping an imaginary hat. "But speaking of problems, did I ever tell you about the time I had to fight a gang of mutant chickens?"

Before Shim could respond, the bar door swung open, and a man in a suit walked in, looking around nervously. He spotted Heeseung and made a beeline for him.

"Deadpool?" the man asked, his voice trembling slightly.

Heeseung turned, his eyes lighting up behind his mask. He recognized the man by heart; it was your caring boss, the father figure you never had, and his white shirt covered with blood and his injuries made everybody in that bar turn their heads around. "Why yes, it is I, the Merc with a Mouth, the Sultan of Sarcasm, the Duke of Deadliness. How can I help you, my good man?"

The man fidgeted, clearly out of his element. "I need your help. I was working, and a gang of thugs kidnapped people from the computer science team of my company. They’re demanding a ransom I can’t afford, and the police think it's a fucking joke because of all the prank calls similar to this situations."

Heeseung's playful demeanor instantly shifted to serious. "Alright, buddy. Give me the details. You have names?"

"Yes, I do." The man was so nervous that Heeseung had to take off his hands the two small pieces of paper, both of which crumpled, one with an address and another with the names of the people they took. His eyes widen when he sees your pretty name in the bloody paper, anger boiling in his body. "Please, help me."

Heeseung nodded, his tone now deadly calm despite how he was feeling. "Don't worry. Deadpool's on the case. And hey, if we save them before bedtime, I'll throw in a free ramen cup."

The man looked confused but grateful. "Thank you, Deadpool. I don't know how to repay you."

Wade patted him on the shoulder. "Just tell everyone you meet about the amazing exploits of Deadpool. And maybe buy my action figure. It's got twelve points of articulation!"

Heeseung finished his whiskey in one swift gulp, then hopped off the barstool with a theatrical flourish. "Jake, keep my seat warm. I'll be back with a side of justice."

Jake smirked, shaking his head. "Try not to burn down the city this time."

"No promises," Heeseung quipped, grabbing his katanas from behind the bar. With a dramatic spin, he headed out the door, the man in the suit trailing nervously behind him.

The address led them to an abandoned warehouse on the outskirts of town, the kind of place where bad things happened in every action movie ever made. Heeseung crouched behind a rusty dumpster, peeking around the corner.

"Stay here," he whispered to the man, who nodded vigorously.

Heeseung crept closer to the building, his senses on high alert. The sound of muffled voices and the flicker of dim lights guided him to a side entrance. He slipped inside, moving like a shadow through the darkened corridors.

As he approached a large room, he could hear the thugs laughing and taunting their captives. Heeseung's grip tightened on his katanas. He peeked around the corner and saw the gang—a motley crew of heavily armed goons. And there, tied to chairs in the center of the room, were the kidnapped employees, including you.

Heeseung's heart skipped a beat when he saw you, bruised but defiant, your eyes meeting his with a mixture of relief and determination as he saw you completely tied up from head to toe. He gave you a reassuring nod before stepping into the room with a dramatic flair.

"Good evening, ladies and gentlemen!" Heeseung announced, his voice echoing through the warehouse. "The entertainment has arrived!"

The thugs turned, confusion turning to anger as they recognized the masked intruder. "Who the hell are you?" one of them growled, raising his gun.

"Deadpool," Heeseung said, his tone dripping with sarcasm. "But you can call me friendly neighborhood Deadpool. And I'm here to kick ass and eat ramen—and I'm all out of ramen."

With a blur of motion, Heeseung launched himself at the nearest thug, his katanas slicing through the air with deadly precision. Chaos erupted as the gang members scrambled to respond, but Heeseung was a whirlwind of steel and fury, taking them down one by one.

Heeseung was in front of you fighting for his life. You turned your head and shut your eyes when you saw the katana going directly to one of the thugs head and felt the blood splash on you. Heeseung turned around, and you could see his eyes moving up and down on you.

"Damn, your tits look awesome when you get tied up."

Your eyes widened at your boyfriend's unexpected (but pretty normal at this point) comment, but before you could react, he was back to fighting, his katanas flashing in the dim light. In the midst of the melee, your boss managed to free you from the ropes, taking you to a safe place with the rest of your coworkers. The remaining thugs, realizing they were outmatched, tried to flee, but Heeseung was faster. In a matter of minutes, the warehouse was silent, except for the groans of the defeated gang members.

Heeseung wiped his katanas clean on one of the thug's jackets, then sheathed them with a flourish. He turned to you, a wide grin visible even under his mask. "Well, that was fun. How's everyone holding up?"

Your boss stumbled forward, looking both terrified and amazed. "I… I can't believe you did it. Thank you, Deadpool."

"Ah, just another day at the office," Heeseung said, waving off his gratitude as all of you heard the police sirens. When the police entered, they were shocked to see every thug down and bleeding. A police officer saw Heeseung and pointed him with the gun, him still walking to the entrance.

"What the fuck have you done?!"

"Your job."

The officer's face twisted in frustration, but he lowered his gun. Heeseung, ever the showman, gave a mocking salute before heading out of the warehouse. You followed closely behind, your heart still pounding from the adrenaline, and for an interogation of them, taking two hours of it and Heeseung waiting in the darkness.

Outside of the police department, the night air felt cool against your skin, a stark contrast to the chaos inside. You found Heeseung without his suit. He turned to you, his eyes softening. "Are you okay?" he asked, his voice gentler than you'd ever heard it.

You nodded, still trying to process everything. "Yeah, thanks to you."

Heeseung chuckled, his playful demeanor returning. "Well, you know me. I can't resist a damsel in distress. Or, in your case, a badass who just happened to get kidnapped."

You rolled your eyes but couldn't help the smile that tugged at your lips. "You have the worst timing with compliments, you know that? But yeah, Heepool's did it again."

Heeseung shrugged with a mischievous glint in his eyes. "It's part of my charm."

The man in the suit approached you two, looking immensely relieved and frowining at the view of the couple. "Someone saw Deadpool?"

"Ah, no." Heeseung replied. "But he told me to tell you to remember to buy his action figure. And maybe a ramen cup or two."

"You bet my future action figure that I'll. Also, take the week off, don't go to work." The man gave a shaky laugh when he saw your happy face after the news of your free week, then hurried back to check on the other employees. Heeseung turned back to you, his expression more serious now.

"Let's get you home," he said, slipping an arm around your shoulders. "I think we've both had enough excitement for one night."

Heeseung led you through the darkened streets, his arm a reassuring presence around your shoulders. The adrenaline from the night's events was starting to wear off, leaving you feeling drained and vulnerable. Heeseung seemed to sense this; his usual playful banter toned down to a comforting silence.

When you finally reached your apartment, he paused at the door, his eyes searching yours. "Are you sure you're okay?" he asked again, his concern evident.

You managed a small smile, appreciating his worry. "Yeah, I'm okay. I just need to process everything."

Heeseung nodded, then surprised you by leaning in and kissing your forehead. "If you need anything, I'm just a call away. Or a text. Or a smoke signal. You know, whatever works."

You laughed softly, the tension easing just a bit. "Thanks, Heeseung."

Heeseung went to his room, and you looked at his suit on top of the table. You took the mask to give it a look, and you put it on.

You took a moment to adjust the mask, its familiar texture pressing against your face. You felt an odd sense of comfort and security, as if channeling Heeseung's confidence through the simple act of wearing it.

Just then, Heeseung emerged from the bedroom, his eyes immediately locking on you, completly lying down on the sofa in a cocky pose. He stopped in his tracks, a slow grin spreading across his face. "Well, look at you, trying to steal my thunder," he teased, his tone playful.

You laughed, feeling a bit silly but also empowered. "Just seeing what it's like to be the hero for a change."

Heeseung stepped closer, his gaze intense as he took in the sight of you in his mask. "You wear it well," he said, his voice dropping to a husky whisper. "But there's one more thing you need to complete the look."

"And what's that supposed to be, Heeseung?"

With a swift, fluid motion, Heeseung pulled you into his arms, his hand uncovering your lips and his lips capturing yours in a passionate kiss. The intensity of his embrace took your breath away, his hands roaming possessively over your body. You melted into him, your own hands finding their way to the back of his neck and pulling him closer.

Heeseung's touch was electrifying, his fingers deftly exploring every inch of your skin. You could feel the heat radiating from him, his desire matching your own, as the kiss deepened, growing more urgent. He finally took your mask off your pretty face as he backed you towards the bed, his movements sure and determined. You stopped for a moment when you sensed his intent on leaving the mask in the living room.

"Take it. I've always wanted to be fucked by a super."

"Fucking hell, you're so done." He again attacked your lips with his messier and more passionate hands. Heeseung's hands slipped under your shirt, the feel of his skin against yours sending shivers down your spine. He broke the kiss just long enough to pull your shirt over your head, his eyes dark with lust as he took in the sight of you. "God, you're beautiful," he murmured, his voice rough with need.

You reached for him, pulling him back to you, your lips crashing together once more. His hands were everywhere, igniting a fire within you that demanded to be quenched. You could feel his hard muscles beneath your fingers; the raw strength of his body was a stark contrast to the tenderness in his touch.

With a growl of frustration, Heeseung tore his own shirt off when he threw you into his bed, his eyes never leaving yours. The sight of his bare chest and the defined lines of his muscles only fueled your desire. You reached for him, your hands tracing the contours of his body, feeling the heat and power that radiated from him.

Heeseung's hands moved to your jeans, deftly unbuttoning and sliding them down your legs. You kicked them off, your breath coming in ragged gasps as he pressed you back onto the bed. His lips followed, trailing hot kisses down your neck, your collarbone, and your stomach.

You arched into his touch, your body aching for his. Heeseung's fingers found their way to your pants, teasing and tormenting you until you were begging for him. With a wicked grin, he finally slid them off, leaving you completely exposed beneath him.

Heeseung took a moment to drink in the sight of you, his eyes filled with a mix of awe and desire. "You're perfect," he whispered, his voice thick with emotion. You saw between your legs, thinking he told that to you, but he was looking at your pussy with love eyes and directly to your cunt.

He was talking to your pussy.

"Heeseung, for fuck sake."

"Silence; she likes when I praise her for being so wet for me." He was now lying in his stomach with his feet up, the palms of his hands being a support for his chin, while he looked at your throbbing cunt.

"I swear to God, Heeseung, if you don't do something, I'm leaving."

"God, you're so fucking needy. I love it." He took the back of your throat and pushed you to him, your lips attaching to your pussy in a way that made you scream like a pornstar.

Lee Heeseung was such a character, but you've been in love with him for two years and you still can't get used to his actions, but God, you were so into it.

He was eating you out with so much enthusiasm. You gripped the sheets beneath you while biting your lower lip, trying to control your volume, but Heeseung was making wonders with you. You could feel that familiar knot creating, and your back arched in pleasure, your eyes shutting down because of the overwhelming sensation.

"Fuck, Heeseung…"

"My pretty slut is going to cum?" You moaned in response. He slapped your tights, making you jump a little as he stood up. Finally,  taking the rest of his clothes off him and taking a small knife from his drawer, he took his mask and put it on, your eyes shinning in anticipation. 

"What are you doing now?"

"You said you wanted to get fucked by a super. I'm fucking you the Deadpool way." He went back to the bed, the blade of his knife on your chin as he raised your head with it, your eyes looking right at his through the mask. He knew by heart that he wouldn't even try to cut you, and he was actually a little doubtful if you would like it.

So what you did actually made him lose his mind.

You took his wrist, the one that held the knife, as you stuck out your tongue, licking the blade and making his breath get stuck in his throat as he watched your tongue going around the knife.

"Holy mother of God," you said with a silent laugh. "You're one hell of a surprise, aren't you?" He growled, his voice low and gravelly, the knife trembling slightly in his grip. He leaned closer, the heat of his body radiating against yours as he pressed the blade gently against your skin—a deliciously dangerous sensation that sent shivers down your spine.

"Deadpool way, huh?" You teased, your voice a sultry whisper. "Let's see if you can keep up."

He chuckled darkly, his free hand trailing down your body, his fingertips grazing your skin, and leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake. "Oh, I can keep up," he murmured, his voice dripping with wicked promise. "But the question is, can you handle it?"

You bit your lip, the anticipation making your heart race. "Why don't you find out?" you challenged, your eyes sparkling with a mix of defiance and desire.

He growled, a primal sound that sent shivers down your spine. He pushed you back onto the bed; the knife roamed over your body, claiming you with an urgency that made your heart race. The mask added an element of anonymity, a thrill that neither of you could deny.

"Answer me, not with another question." His voice was a dark promise, his right hand gripping your hips as he positioned himself between your legs.

"I can handle anything you throw at me," you challenged, your breath coming in short, excited gasps as you felt the cold of the blade, your kin burning with desire.

His eyes behind the mask bore into yours, filled with an intensity that made you shiver. "Then let’s see if my bratty slut is saying the truth."

Without another word, he thrust into you a raw, powerful movement that made you cry out. He moved with a rhythm that was both punishing and exhilarating, pushing you to the edge and then pulling you back, over and over again. 

"Look at you," he panted, his voice a mixture of amusement and desire. "My pretty slut, taking it so well."

You could barely respond, your mind a haze of pleasure and sensation. All you could do was hold on and ride the wave of ecstasy that he was creating.

Heeseung's grip on the knife tightened momentarily, his lips ghosting over your ear, sending a shiver down your spine.

"What happened? Is it too much?" He was teasing you; you were 100% sure that he was smiling behind the mask while seeing you as such a mess below him. Your eyes are teary, your pretty lips are parted, and your eyes are rolling at the back of your head due to his movements.

That's like an ego boost for him.

In one swift motion, you pinned him beneath you, his hands roaming possessively over your body in surprise. His touch was rough and demanding, yet laced with a gentleness that made your head spin. The mask he wore only added to the intoxicating allure, his eyes piercing through the fabric with an intensity that made your breath hitch.

"I'm taking this." He growled when the knife wasn't on his hand anymore but on yours, moving to his jawline and pecs as you put his dick inside you once again. Heeseung lost his mind because, no matter how much he fucked the living shit out of you, you'll always be tight.

You started in his favorite position, cowgirl.

The room was filled with the sounds of your shared passion, the rhythm of your movements matching the beat of your racing hearts. Heeseung's hands found your hips, guiding you with a mixture of dominance and encouragement.

"You like this, don't you?" He taunted, his voice rough with desire. "My pretty slut is riding me so well."

You couldn't help but moan in response, the sensation of him filling you completely overwhelming your senses. Each thrust brought you closer to the edge, your body trembling with the intensity of your pleasure.

Heeseung's eyes never left yours. You could feel his gaze burning into you, fueling the fire that raged between you.

With a sudden, powerful thrust, he took control once more, flipping you onto your back with a predatory growl. His movements were relentless, his hands pinning you down as he drove into you with a force that left you breathless.

"You're mine," he whispered harshly, his breath hot against your ear. "Don't forget that."

"I fucking won't. I swear." You were a moaning disaster, your body arching beneath him as he pushed you to the brink. The world around you blurred; the only thing that mattered was the intense connection you shared with him in that moment.

Heeseung's pace quickened, his grip on you tightening as he brought you both closer to the peak, his hand slapping to your tits and thights. The pleasure built to an almost unbearable crescendo, your cries of ecstasy mingling with his low, primal groans.

"Fuck! Don't stop."

"I wasn't even thinking about it- Fuck. You're such a slut for me."

"Fuck! Yes, I am. I'm your cum-slut." Now you were sure the bed was about to break anytime soon. The speed was inhumane.

Finally, with a shuddering thrust, he sent you both over the edge, the wave of pleasure crashing over you in a blinding, all-consuming surge. You clung to each other, riding out the intense high together, your bodies trembling with the aftershocks.

As the world slowly came back into focus, Heeseung took off his mask, his appearance being hotter than it was before as he kept on shooting all his sperm over your legs, his cum being unstoppable. You saw the knife on your hand, and you kneeled in front of him, some of his cum attacking your face. 

You passed the blade of the knife over his dick, collecting his cum, and the knife was coated in white in no time. He moaned at the look of you taking all the blade in your mouth and licking it like it was his dick in a gentle manner.

"Stop. I don't want to appear in those "He died because his girl just made his sexual fantasy a reality." ,stop making me horny." He took off the knife from your hand after that sinful sight and laid you down in bed again, your legs opening as he took a look at your lovely cunt.

He now passed the blade with care all over your cum mixed with his; he copied your action a little too eager, cutting himself in the tongue and his face crunched due to the pain.

"Fuck, that hurt."

"No shit, Sherlock." You sat on the bed with him as you told him off and looked at his tongue. Blood was starting to spread, but it was a small cut, but not too small to say it was superficial.

"Who cares? I got used to the taste of blood in my mouth." You put your index finger in his wound, making him hiss. Curiosity struck again, and you insert your finger to your mouth, licking his blood. "Fuck you, actually."

"I was curious."

"It tastes better with my lips on yours; let me give you a taste." His hand went to the back of your neck, welcoming you in a hot kiss once again, his lips urgent against yours as he pulled you closer. The taste of blood mingled with the remnants of your shared pleasure, creating a heady mix that left you both breathless. Heeseung's tongue danced with yours, the slight sting adding an edge to the already electric connection between you.

His hands roamed your body, exploring every curve and dipping with renewed fervor again. Each touch sent shivers down your spine, the intensity of his desire igniting your own. You could feel his heartbeat pounding against your chest, the rhythm matching the wild thrum of your own pulse.

Breaking the kiss, Heeseung's eyes locked onto yours, dark and filled with a primal hunger. "You're perfect," he murmured, his voice rough with emotion. "Every inch of you."

His words sent a flush of heat through you, and you arched into his touch, craving more, wanting another orgasm. Heeseung responded instantly, his fingers trailing down your body to explore the slick heat between your thighs. The sensation was overwhelming, and you moaned, your body trembling with anticipation.

"I want you to feel everything," he whispered, his breath hot against your skin. "Every touch, every kiss, every thrust. I want you to remember this moment forever."

With that, he began to move again, his touch gentle but insistent. The pleasure built slowly this time—a steady, relentless climb that left you gasping for breath. Heeseung's eyes never left yours, the connection between you deepening with every shared gasp and moan.

As the intensity mounted, you felt yourself slipping over the edge once more, your body surrendering completely to the waves of ecstasy that crashed over you. Heeseung followed you into the abyss, his release mingling with yours in a final, shattering moment of bliss.

When the world finally settled around you, you lay in each other's arms, the afterglow wrapping you both in a warm, comforting embrace. Heeseung's fingers traced lazy patterns on your skin; his touch was a gentle reminder of the connection you shared.

"Are you okay?" he asked softly, his eyes filled with concern.

You smiled, your heart swelling with love for him. "More than okay," you whispered. "I'm perfect."

Heeseung's smile mirrored yours as he pulled you closer, his arms wrapping around you protectively. "Good," he said, his voice filled with contentment. "Because I don't plan on letting you go anytime soon."

"Me neither." You both stay that way, wrapped up in each other's warmth. As you both basked in the afterglow, Heeseung suddenly chuckled, breaking the comfortable silence.

"What?" you asked, a curious smile playing on your lips.

He grinned mischievously. "I was just thinking, if this was a movie, this would be the part where the credits roll and the audience gets all teary-eyed."

"You really think they will get teary-eyed after the porn movie we just created?"

Heeseung laughed; the sound was warm and infectious. "Hey, even the steamiest movies need a good love story. And ours is the best kind."

You rolled your eyes playfully, but you couldn't help the smile that spread across your face. "I guess you're right. We should get awards for our performance."

Heeseung's eyes twinkled with amusement. "Absolutely. Best Actor and Best Actress, no doubt."

You laughed, feeling a lightness in your chest that was all thanks to him. "Then let's give them a show worth remembering."

Heeseung leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. "Always," he murmured against your skin. "But first, I want three bowls of ramen."

"Heeseung. Fuck off, for real."

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↷ 𝚑𝚘𝚕𝚕𝚢'𝚜 note: And we start! Also, this is also a VERY belate birthday gift for my wife @dollyyun ilysm pookie, happy birtday 💞. And shout out to Kayla for the tips for the knife play scene 🦋

strip for me.

pairings: hyung line x reader

synopsis: hyung line got you trapped in a situation that you can’t get away from.

warnings: smut, bullying (not promoting violence or bullying), degrading, dirty talks, curses, masturbation, hyung line being mean.

slutofpsh 2024 © all rights reserved.

“strip for me.” heeseung looked so bored as he utter those words towards you.

your tear stained eyes grew wider at what he said. he stared down at you with blank eyes as he leans over the teacher’s table. the look on your face silently begs him. he showed no remorse as he just stayed silent.

it’s your break time and you’re on your way to the cafeteria when you stumble with heeseung and his friends. they dragged you towards one of the vacant classrooms in your school, making sure its isolated enough so they can do their ‘little’ fun.

when heeseung saw that you’re not complying and just stood awkwardly, his eyes darted over his friends. they moved, approaching closer.

“you heard him, sweetheart.” jake sim pressed himself over your side, lips slightly gracing your ears. his hot breath fanning you as he lick his lips.

your heart thump in fear because of them.

“p-please...” you mumble too softly, scared and yet doesn’t want to oblige.

heeseung and his friends has been secretly doing this to you. bullying, sexually harassment, degrading and so on. you forgot when did they started, but its been too long. you can’t even remember what you did wrong that made them this mad at you.

“please what, princess?” park sunghoon came into your line of sight, smirking so wide giving you a full show of his handsome face and this sexy fangs of his.

“please help you to strip?” shivers run down your spine when you heard the low voice from behind you. it was park jongseong and he’s pressing his hard chest on your back, hands resting at your hips.

“what? got so dumb already that you forgot how to take off your clothes? you’re so pathetic.” jake chuckles at his insult and even bite your shoulder.

you whimpered in pain and just shut your eyes, resisting the heat that slowly forming in you. this isn’t right. you should hate them and be ashamed of what’s they’ve been doing to you. but what is this? you can feel heat rushing down the space between your legs.

“strip, y/n.” heeseung’s cold tone snapped you back to reality.

you looked at him and the placid look on his face scared the shit out of you. between him and his friends, he’s always been the calmest. you’ve never seen him go out of control unlike the other three. jay once warned you not to piss him off, or you will really see hell rise.

“there we go!” jake cheers as your shaking hand slowly reach for your necktie, untangling it.

with tears still streaming your face, you saw heeseung watch carefully with his cold eyes. he glanced at his friends once and they all pulled out their phones, started to record you.

it made you halt, with anxious eyes. sunghoon smirks while staring at you through the screen of his phone.

“go on, baby. strip for us.”

your eyes darted at heeseung and he gave you a small nod. maybe it was the fear or just the want for this moment to be over, you started taking off the buttons of your uniform. one by one, their eyes filling with lust for you.

once you finished unbuttoning all of it, sunghoon pushed you down on your knees. heeseung kept leaning on the teacher’s table, watching carefully.

“w-what...” you asked confused, eyes stinging a bit from crying too much.

“just stay put and enjoy the fucking show, slut.” jay growled, pulling out his dick. you shut your eyes and glanced away.

sunghoon took a hard grip over your jaw and made you look at jay’s direction.

“don’t be like that and give his cock a kiss, princess. we don’t taught you to be disrespectful.” he says.

you tried resisting but his hold is too strong. your lips touched jay’s tip and he smiles widely. jake’s cock then come into your view, he still have his phone on his other hand, recording. he smirks sexily while holding his shaft in front of your face.

“give some respect, baby.” he mumbles and slowly you make your lips touch his throbbing tip.

“fuck, so pretty beside my cock.” he says watching you through his screen.

next one is sunghoon, he’s the mean one. he grabbed your jaw making you face him impatiently, groaning at the sight of your tear stained face.

“giving us attitude today princess? we don’t appreciate that.” and he made you kiss his tip as well, almost shoving it inside your lips.

“break time’s almost over. hurry up.” heeseung’s monotonous tone rings to your ears making the three younger boys whip their heads towards his direction.

he’s still at his position, eyes staring and watching intensely at you. he looked so intimidating and you can’t even complain. you can’t even tell anyone about this because these boys will get away easily from this giving that they’re all from very influential families.

it was no use. you have no choice but to submit to them.

the three boys surrounds you while you’re still down on your knees, uniform open showing your baby pink lacy bra.

they started stroking their hardened cock. groaning and moaning your name, like as if imagining shoving it inside your holes. jake’s hand moves faster and rough, jay’s taking his time and sunghoon’s just like jake. they all look so full of lust while eyeing you. their phones still taking a video recording.

it was odd. this is not the first time they masturbated in front of you, but this is the first time they record it. and you’re scared on what’s the purpose of it.

“fucking slut! you belong to us.” jake groaned, seems like finally reaching his climax.

“you will always be for us, y/n. just for us.” jay.

“dumb bitch doesn’t use her brain at all.” sunghoon spats.

tears kept streaming down and you tilt your head, trying to hide from their phone but it was no use. they’re positioned in every angle.

“f-fuck, i’m close. let me cum inside your mouth sweetheart.” jake steps closer and put his dick near your face.

your eyes glanced at heeseung and his dark eyes automatically made you open your mouth. jake placed his cock on your lips and soon, his hot seeds spilling out from it. he moans loudly, keep stroking his dick to dry all of his cum.

“me next. i want it on your chest.” jay groaned and jake stepped back a little while still stroking his dick, riding his high.

jay positioned in front of you and spilled his cum on your chest. it made a mess to your bra and a little on your uniform.

“i want my cum on your pretty face. let me paint it with my cum.” sunghoon then came after, spilling his hot thick cum on your face.

they were all groaning and chasing their breaths while still looking down at you.

“take a pic.” heeseung commands that they followed. they took multiple shot of it and you’re head too fuzzy to even think and care about it.

you probably look like an absolute cum dump.

just in time the bell rings and you hurry to stand up. you are about to wipe the cum off your face when jay handed you tissues.

“fuck you hoon! you made a mess.” he complained and gently helped you removing it from your face.

they’re all treating you badly, but sometimes, just sometimes, jay seems so sweet. caring if you want to describe it properly.

jake handed you your necktie while sunghoon stared from a distant, his dark cold eyes fixed right at you.

“what are we going to do with the pics, hyung?” jake asks heeseung when he starts to walk towards the door, ready to leave.

you looked at him with teary eyes.

he glanced at you before looking at jake.

“send it to beomgyu. that will let him know that she’s off limits.” and he left the room.

your heart sank at what you just heard, unable to even say anything. jake chuckles, really excited about the idea. he kissed the side of your face while unlocking his phone.

he flashes you some of the pics and it was horrible. you full of their cum while eyes full of tears.

“next time you plan on flirting with another guy, think of the consequences. okay princess?” sunghoon says dangerously.

“he’s right. remember,” jay brushes some of your hairs that got stuck on your forehead because of sweat and some of sunghoon’s cum, “you only belong to us.” and he leans to place a kiss at your lips.

strip for me.

part two

pairings: hyungline x reader (jay & jake)

synopsis: hyung line got you trapped in a situation that you can’t get away from.

wc: 8k

warnings: smut, minor dni, bullying (not promoting violence or bullying), degrading, dirty talks, curses, masturbation, hyung line being mean. this is not proof read.

note: okay, i’ve been typing this while my eyelids are dropping. i’m so sleepy. anyway, i hope you will enjoy this. part one here, (strip for me).

slutofpsh 2024 © all rights reserved.

the day after their little playtime, you’re so scared to go to school. hesitating and timidly walking down the street once you got off from the bus that stops right in front of your school. no matter how hard you try, you just can’t help but to worry that they had spread explicit photos of you.

actually, if it weren’t for geometry’s long quiz you would skip school today. the thought of the boys leaking those pictures haunted you the whole night, you can’t even get some sleep. you bet you looked like a zombie right now.

when you stepped inside the classroom, some of your classmates are bickering and joking around as usual. you expected some dramatic scenes where one calls you out and they all laugh at you for being such a loser.

but none of that happened.

some turns their head at your direction, but they didn’t reacted like how you imagined them to do. there’s no laughing at you or calling you names like whore or slut. but instead they gradually went back on the things they’re doing.

does that mean they didn’t see any of your photos?

you’re still in the middle of spacing out when an arm suddenly rests over your shoulder, followed by a sexy chuckle. it was very familiar and you have an idea who it is.

“hi sweetheart.” jake’s voice ringed at your left ear. his body pressed over your side as he leaned closer adding his weight on you.

when you craned your neck to glance at him, you met his playful eyes. his thick and long eyelashes are very evident from this distance, making him look even more attractive in your eyes.

your cheeks instantly blushed because your noses almost touched each other. envious eyes bore onto you, feeling their heated gaze remaining. they're probably wondering why him— the popular jake sim, is currently being touchy with you— a nobody.

“you look pale. something wrong?” his voice sounded so soft, eyes glistening with a bit of concern if you look closely.

his slightly long hair looked so sexy, its even feel illegal to look like that. you’re quick to dismiss that thought, actually think that its wrong to even have an idea of being attracted towards him. he’s not even a good person. he’s like a devil trapped inside an angel’s body.

jake took a step so he can stand in front of you to take a better look. he leans down so he can catch a glimpse of your eyes making you feel even more timid. his puppy-like eyes stares right into you, as if searching for something.

if only you don’t know his true colors, you might think he’s a very innocent boy. but you knew better. jake sim is far from being innocent. on your opinion, out of all the four he’s the pervert one. he has the most corrupt mind. or at least he’s the one who shows that side more.

he’s usually the one who will pull you any time or anywhere whenever he feels like he wants someone to suck his throbbing dick. he doesn’t even care if your class will start in ten minutes or if you’re in the middle of reviewing for something. there was never a time that he’s not in the mood for sex. he’s always up for it. prepared and horny at all times.

“jake...” and you put your hand over his chest to push him away from you, setting a clear boundary between the two of you.

he’s crossing your personal space and its making you uncomfortable.

his actions makes you a bit suspicious of him. they rarely make interaction with you in public unless they’re picking on you or trying to embarrass the hell out of you.

you should not fall for those pretty lips and puppy eyes. jake sim always means trouble.

“hmm? what, baby?” he asks in a low tone, almost in a growling manner. he trapped his lower lip in between his teeth as he gave you this seducing stare. a hint of mischievousness shines through his eyes.

“move away a bit. y-you’re too close.” your eyes unconsciously darted around the classroom and you noticed how some are still watching you two.

jake seems unbothered by it. of course, its not him who will get harassed by their admirers. it would be you.

he chuckles then snaked his arm over your waist, tugging you even closer. he licked his lips, eyes turning dark out of lust over you.

“we both know we’ve been closer than this.” he spat before leaning again, dismissing your attempt of pushing him and setting a line.

“i can still remember how you look like yesterday. full of our cums...” he groaned near your ear that eventually turned red out of embarrasment.

you just wish none from your class heard what he just said. probably none, right? besides, he just whispered it so close to you. he’s so near to the point that you can feel his hot breath fanning your skin, sending shivers through your spine.

you pursed your lips, preventing to make any inappropriate noise to slip off from them. his hold over your waist tightens, like he just couldn’t get enough of you.

“gosh, sweetheart. you’re so hot looking like that.” he pulls away and the first thing you saw is his evil grin. he’s enjoying it. every damn thing, he’s loving it.

his dirty words made you feel sick in the stomach. you tried to move away, but he managed to grab you by your wrist, yanking you back. almost making you hit his chest.

“don’t worry. your pretty pictures are safe.” he says then winked at you. its like he read what’s in your mind moments ago.

your eyes brightens at what you heard, slowly lowering your guard. jake almost laugh at how adorable your eyes shines with relief. but he must admit, he loves it better whenever its full of tears whenever he’s fucking you senseless.

“r-right? you didn’t spread it or anything?” your soft voice almost made him go feral. jake stops himself from getting too excited. he smirks and slid his hand inside his pocket.

“are you crazy? why would i do that? that’s for our eyes only.” he stated, assuring you.

it somehow sent you instant relief. it was horrible to have that kind of photos of you taken without your permission, but its better to be sure that they’re not going to share it to the whole school.

a heaved sigh escapes your pretty lips that caught his attention. his gaze drops over it and eyes grew darkly.

“but we did sent it to beomgyu.” he whispers like a reminder.

your heart sank at what you heard.

“w-what...”

he scoffs, “you heard that right.” he tilts his head while still watching your face grow pale.

“now, he won’t ever try to flirt with you.” and with that he turns his heel and starts heading to his chair.

you’re left standing there alone. feeling a lump inside your throat and chest aching. you can’t explain what exactly that emotion is. but its not good. you feel humiliated and your only wish is to not bump into beomgyu ever again.

“what are you doing?” you snapped out of it when you heard a low voice from behind.

jay, sunghoon and heeseung walks inside the room. their eyes are darted right at you and noticed how you’re just standing there. the two tall boys behind jay are both silently watching you with cold blank eyes.

you’re quick to avoid their gaze and shook your head to dismiss those thoughts before giving jay a look.

“n-nothing.” you shortly replied and started walking to your seat.

the three boys watch you carefully. the displease look on your face evident and made them wonder what just happened to you. jay glances at them and shrugged his shoulders before going to his chair, throwing one last look to your way.

the class then started after your homeroom teacher arrives. it was normal and you tried hard to pay attention to the discussion. you can’t let these things affect your studies as well. if you want to get away from them, you should aim to a bigger university. far from those four boys.

library period is next after your three first subjects. its basically free time for your class, but you have to spend the time inside the library. you love reading so you don’t really mind. some of them take this opportunity to take naps.

you lost the four boys on your way here, making sure they won’t get a grip of you during the whole hour. the library is huge which is good as there’s a big chance of getting away from them. also, you’re sure they won’t make a scene here. specially with a lot of other students around.

you made it at the far left corner of the library and quickly find a vacant table to read the book you chose. its pretty much isolated as the other students decided to occupy the tables near the entrance.

the book you have is pretty good. cliche plots, but you’re entertaining enough to keep you occupied. you’re currently hooked to it when you heard the chair in front of you being dragged by someone.

your head lifts up to check who it was and regret instantly hit you.

it was choi beomgyu.

his eyes darts at your direction. he looked worried. after being reminded that the boys sent him that photo of you, you quickly tried to gather your things to leave. the last thing you'd want is to get confronted about those horrible pictures.

“wait, y/n!” he calls and went after you.

he managed to catch up and hold your wrist, preventing you to take further steps.

you kept your head low to avoid any eye contact. he’s staring at you and his hold, slowly becoming loose once he realized you’re not planning to run away from him.

he lets out a sigh. “i just want to say sorry.”

you raised your head with a confused look on your face. he blinks and he lifts his hand to scratch the back of his neck. his cheeks flushes, ears turning slightly red.

‘is he embarrased or nervous?’ you thought to yourself.

“i didn’t know about what you have with...” he stalls his words, doesn’t really know which one to address.

you gulped, feeling shy as well. you have no idea what exact thoughts he’s having right now.

“i’m sorry. did i get you in trouble?” his voice sounded nothing but concern.

“p-please, can you delete those pictures?” even if you feel so shy to bring it up, you want to make sure that your pictures won’t be seen by anyone else.

his eyes widen before he glanced away, cheeks burning. well one thing is confirmed. he did saw the pics.

“you don’t have to worry about it.” he gulped, still not looking at you. “sunghoon went to see me last night and made sure i deleted all of them.”

and when he turns his head, you saw that he have a small bruse by the side of his cheek. the ones you can’t see properly from where you’re standing.

sunghoon? what did he do?

you knew he have the worst temper from all of them and he got caught into fights multiple times, but you just can’t believe he will hurt beomgyu for that. its their fault that he got those pics on the first place.

“anyway, that’s it. i really felt bad that i got you into troubles with your...” he cleared his throat and licked his lips. “..boyfriends.”

your brows narrowed. “they’re not my boyfriends.”

he whips his head at your direction with widen eyes. “but why—”

you shake your head, dismissing the topic. “its complicated.”

you let out a strained sigh, once again realizing how bad this situation you got yourself into. beomgyu probably feels bad for you too. being a slave for those four evil guys. you cannot say anything at all. you can’t even complain.

“i have to go. i'm relieved that you don’t have those pics—” your heads turned when you heard a thud sound from the nearest aisle.

feeling a little bothered, you trudges towards to check if somebody was there.

no one.

your eyes dropped to the floor and saw a couple of books fell down from the aisle. probably that’s the sound you heard. maybe some students didn’t properly returned the books.

“thank you for deleting them. good bye.” you gave beomgyu a small smile and a bow before leaving him there.

you don’t want to risk it again. if one of them sees you around him, they might take it the wrong way and punish you. who knows what they will do next? they can be very ruthless and cruel. shivers runs through your spine just by imagining or thinking about what will they do.

when the bell rang signifying that the next period is about to start, you walked inside the class. oddly, the four boys are sat on their chairs.

your brows furrowed slightly, confused. they rarely come early in class. realizing that you’re overthinking things, you went straight to your chair and soon after your teacher enters to start the lesson.

weird. that’s all you can say. the class are almost over and yet none of them came to approach to bother you. nobody even randomly asks for you to meet them somewhere.

they ignored you the whole lunch break too. leaving you alone and peacefully eating your food. that’s a normal thing for other people, but for someone who often being dragged for their little playtime, you find it a little weird.

they’ve been silent after that library period and honestly its making you a bit anxious. they’re so calm and its a bad thing for you. when its too calm, a big storm is about to unfold.

dismissal came, the loud bell ringing all through the hallways. your eyes glanced at them and they’re fixing their things, jake’s talking to jay. sunghoon’s on his phone while heeseung is silently putting his textbook inside his locker.

you have no idea what you’re expecting, but having them completely ignoring you pinches something in you. this is actually a good thing. they’re not bothering you and you can go home peacefully. but a part of you somehow wonders, feels slightly heavy.

when you finished doing your thing, you roamed your eyes around the classrom and they’re not there. you didn’t even notice them leaving the room. jake didn’t purposely bumped into you, reminding you to meet them by the parking lot or somewhere.

in order to make it on the bus stop, you have to walk pass by the wide parking lot of the school. and as you make your way out along with the other students, your eyes caught a familiar tall figure.

it was sunghoon and beside him was a girl. she’s all smile while trying so hard to keep up with the pace of him walking. with those long legs, it sure is hard to catch up on him. sunghoon’s not that friendly, but it didn’t stop him from getting admirers.

normally, he gets rid of them. but you saw how he actually entertain and crack a conversation with her. it was again odd.

not too far from where his car is, you saw jake. he's leaning over his car while talking— more like flirting with this girl. you know her. she’s from the class next to yours. she’s part of the cheerleading squad, a very beautiful girl. he’s always nice to girls, a playboy. that’s how he's usually described so it wasn’t news to see him like this around her.

jay arrived not long after and he greets the girl jake’s talking to before putting his things inside his own car. he seems to be interested to their topic as instantly joins in their conversation.

noticing that heeseung’s nowhere near them, you tried to search for him. and you’re taken aback seeing him leaning over his car and looking straight at you like he’s been watching you ever since you stopped to watch them.

you gulped and stared back for a while before glancing away to leave. a bitter feeling slowly occupies your chest and you try so hard to get rid of it. its wrong to feel that way. you should feel relieved that finally they’re taking interest towards some other girls.

since you have no friends, you’re often alone around the campus. somehow, even if you feel like they’re just around you whenever they wanted to play, they make you feel like you’re not alone. they make you feel like existing.

and watching them slowly lose interest over you are both nice and bothering for you. being used to their presence from time to time made it seems like you’re losing more than gaining something.

the next day, you tried hard to act normal. despite the heavy feeling on your chest and eyes puffy than usual.

the class are loud the moment you stepped in and you scanned the room automatically. they’re not yet here. its still early so its not a surprise anymore.

“yo, jake!” your feet stopped at what you heard.

just when you’re about to look over your shoulder, someone walked pass by you. his familiar manly scent invading your nose that informs you that it was indeed jake sim who arrived.

your heart cracked at how he acted. he smiles at that one friend who greets him, dabbed him and started chatting.

‘maybe he didn’t see me?’ your thought to yourself.

but that’s clearly impossible. jake knew the whole built of your body. he can tell its you even from a good distance, what more if he walks pass by you? he is ignoring you.

you shoved that bitter feeling and just head on your chair. a part of you want to go and ask them what’s up or why they’re suddenly like this, but another part refrain you from doing so. you knew you shouldn’t.

the next few days, its still the same. all of them acts like you didn’t even exist in their world. it should be a good thing and being bothered by it should be the least you occupy your mind, but you can’t help it.

maybe their presense really planted something deep inside your mind. causing you to feel a bit sadder than usual now that they’re ignoring you. it sounds hilarious, but it seems like you grew attached to them.

wednesday, it was a normal school day. you went to school feeling a little bit more dead on the inside. is it just you or its really boring these days? like something’s missing.

you arrived inside your classroom and didn’t bother to look around. straight up, you headed over to your chair then slump yourself to the table. eventually the classroom got filled with students. you tried so hard to avoid searching the other boys.

“since the fieldtrip will be on sunday, i need all your signed consent letter by your parents. if you don’t have it, i can’t let you come.” your homeroom teacher announced.

one by one, your classmates stands up to place the paper over the teacher’s table. you rummaged inside your bag, going through your things to look for the notebook where you put it. after finally finding it you stood up and walks towards your teacher.

“thank you.” your teacher smiles warmly and eyes shifted on the figure behind you.

even before you can turn around to check, your back collided with a hard chest then a low husky voice follows.

“here’s mine.” sunghoon then leans towards the table, pressing his chest on your back even more. his scent invades your nose and it was making you feel things.

you gulped, getting rid of the lump on your throat. he seems totally unbothered by the contact, unlike you. thankfully, he did moved away after handing the paper to your teacher.

when he finally walks back to his place, that’s when you got the chance to move those feet. feeling your knees slightly wobble out of nervousness from that fine man.

even without checking their direction, you can tell that their piercing and predatory stare they’re giving you. its making you more on edge. no matter how many times they do that it never changes the way it affects you.

it slightly made you confused because they’ve been ignoring you. none of them had spoken to you for days and now here’s that feeling again. oddly, the somersault in your stomach didn’t bothered you.

it was almost lunch break when you felt a soft tap over your shoulder while peacefully reading. you craned your neck and looked at the person from behind.

“yeah?” you asked, finding it odd that she’s interacting with you. the displeased look on her face gave away the thought that she's just being forced to do this.

“here.” she says and placed a pile of paper at your table, which you followed with your gaze.

“what’s this?”

she sighs and rolled her eyes a bit, “its our signed consents. the teacher said you should take it to the student council’s office.”

“huh? why me?” you blurt out.

she frowns at your response. “how should i know?!” she hissed then rolled her eyes again. “just take it.” and with that her heels turned to start walking away, off to go back to her friends.

realizing being left with no choice but to comply, you grabbed the stack of papers and start heading the said office.

while on your way, your steps gets slower then eventually halted from your tracks. now that you’re finally going back to your senses, you remembered that heeseung and jay are both part of the student body.

heeseung’s the president and jay’s the vice. personally, you think they’re not deserving of the position as they secretly torment you, but the competition between them and the other participants were not even a close call. their votes were beyond far from the other party.

after letting out a nervous sigh, you started walking again. you tried convincing yourself that they’re probably done with you by now.

a pinch in your heart and you want to curse yourself. not just by feeling a hint of disappointment, but because of the excitement slowly flaring inside your chest. its making your hand shakes a bit, anticipation looming right after.

arriving right in front of their office alloted for the school’s student body, you gulped. feeling so nervous and at the same time thrilled, you needed some time to calm yourself down.

a few knocks at the door is what you do and not even twenty seconds, the door opened.

the first thing you see is park jongseong’s furrowed brows. he looked so attractive with that serious expression on his face.

your mouth gaps, reading to defend yourself for being here when he didn’t even question your presence. he just turned his back then walks towards where he’s probably sitting before your knocked.

you blinked a couple of times, still a little fazed of his behavior. it was a bit weird reaction or maybe that’s how he really is to other people. your heart sank, shoulder almost obviously lowering.

“w-where should i put these?” you tried cracking a conversation with him. it was a bit pathetic on your side.

“on the table.” he shortly replied without even sparing you a glance.

his cold demeanor clearly hurt you that made the corner of your eyes sting. you’re already aware that they’re ignoring you, but this is like a slap to your face.

after you placed it along with the other stacks of paper, you turned around quickly, ready to bolt out from this place when he talk again.

“did i said that you can leave?” jay's husky voice almost echoes through the whole room.

it caught you off-guard that your feet moves even before your brain can process it. with both hands on your sides, you stood by the door awkwardly. his eyes met yours and it didn’t reflect any emotions that adds up to the heavy atmosphere.

“u-uh, do you need me to bring something?” you glanced away and tries to look around the room, trying to find something that can flicker your interest.

he shakes his head side to side before he prompt his chin at the vacant sofa by the corner. eventually understanding what he meant, you trudged over where he wants you to be.

“i’ll be done with this in a bit.” he stated that you only answered with a short nod.

you’re clueless and unable to comprehend anything that’s happening. assumedly, you’re here only to deliver the consent letters and now he’s not letting you leave?

your heart batters faster than usual, casually making you percieved of slight pain on your chest. the main reason for this occurence is still unknown, but that’s the least of your concern.

the whole room fell silent once again after jay’s last sentence. you kept your mouth shut despite enduring the boredom.

your body jolted when jay pushed his chair away from the table after closing his laptop. your heart starting to thump fast once again when you felt his heated gaze darted at you.

he’s not saying anything that made you even more agitated. his eyes bore onto you, not glancing away even for a second. finally, he heavs a sigh before trudging in front of the sofa.

when he’s in front of you, feet almost touching, he stops and stares down. with a thumping heart you tried to look at him, but ends up failing as you are quick to tear your gaze off.

“take off your panties.”

your breath hitched and you felt like you’ve heard that wrong. with your mind clouded with a lot of things, there’s a possibility that you just misheard it, right?

with widen eyes, you glanced at him dumbfounded. “excuse me?”

he tilts his head, still with a placid look on his face. hands sliding inside the pocket of his uniform’s trousers.

“take off your panties.” he repeats himself for you.

“strip for me.” the familiar words he utters sent instense shivers over your spine. it was crazy how used you are on hearing those words that it doesn’t caught you off guard anymore.

“b-but,” your eyes glanced at the direction of the door and instantly, jay understood.

he turns and starts walking towards it, the hills of his shoes clicking on the floor. the sound itself make you feel your stomach churn.

he reaches for the knob and smoothly locked it. he faced you once again and huffs, “better now, baby?”

your knees wants to give out even though you’re already sat down after hearing him say that endearment.

with the lack of response, jay stood in front of you again then rest his hand on his hips.

“do it now.”

“what if some people comes inside?” your voice shakes that makes jay’s mind clouded.

“i already locked it. nobody’s going inside.”

“what if they knock—”

“are you going to take it off or do you want me to do it?” he asks with a calm voice.

your lips got caught in between your teeth. contemplating whether to do as he said or no. the door is a few feet away, you can just bolt and escape him. that thought dissipate as he moves to your line of vision.

“y/n.” this time his tone sounds so stern.

with flustered face, you lowered your head and slowly reach for your underwear. you have no idea what’s his reaction because you’re avoiding to look at jay’s eyes.

“good girl.”

you can swear that your face is as red as tomatoes right the moment. with how sexy his low voice sounds and at what you’re doing, heat rushes your cheeks.

after sliding the small garment off, you closed your thighs, feeling so naked without it. jay’s eyes grew dark at the sight of you being like this.

“don’t hide from me.” he ordered and pressed his hand over your shoulder to make you rest at the sofa.

you slightly yelp at what he did and soon, one of his hand pushed your thighs apart. you blushed and tries to fight back which leads to nothing as he just swiftly made his way. jay’s glared at you once in your failed attempt of stopping him.

“look at that,” he stated while staring down at your now exposed core.

you shut your eyes, feeling so embarrassed. this isn’t the first time he saw you like this. he even saw you without anything on, but because its been days since they last had their playtime, it made you feel even more awkward than usual.

“you’re already so wet for me, baby.” he whispers, eyes growing darker out of lust while almost salivating at the view of your pussy clenching over nothing.

“such a slut for me.” he leans in and gather a generous amount of saliva then let it drip down on your core.

you pursed your lips harder and threw your head back while shutting your eyes. the view feels too illegal to watch. it is illegal to these kind of things here, in this office, at your school. the amount of trouble you’ll get into once caught.

“j-jay,” you almost bit your tongue as the suppose to be warning came out as a mone.

he glanced at you over his eyelashes before dipping his head down, finally connecting his lips at your dripping core.

“ugh," your fingers unconsciously grabbed his hair that instantly made you crack your eyes open, surprise by your own action.

“i'm s-sorry,” you said and was about to pull it away when he rest his big hands over yours. keeping it in place.

“its okay, you can touch my hair.” he said before going back on lapping senselessly over your cunt.

it made you hitch your breath and lose your mind. the feeling of his tongue grazing all the sides of your womanhood and how amazingly he’s doing it is too much. the way he makes out with your clit, tongue sliding in to your hole from time to time.

“j-jay, oh my gosh—” you clash your hand on your mouth to keep silent. afraid to make noticeable noises that can gather attention from outside.

“so sweet.” he groans through your pussy, the vibration almost sent you to oblivion. over the right things that you should do, like push him away and leave this place.

instead of doing that, your fingers carded his soft hair and grabbed over it feeling a knot on your stomach. climax almost reaching you.

when you’re about to reach the heaven, jay pulls away and you almost groaned out of displeasure and the lost contact from his sinful mouth. jay smirks and smoothly took off his trousers.

you gulped, eyes full of anticipation of seeing his erect manhood. jay didn’t even bother taking it all off, just enough to pull his member out in the open. his cock is so hard and thick, making you feel conscious about how it would stretch you out good.

muffled curses showers your mind as you fight your demons trying to escape you.

he strokes his cock a few times before nearing it to your core. when its head slightly grazes your line, you whimpered softly, catching his attention. jay scoffed smugly. proud that its him making you feel like this, making you look like you’re going to lose your mind.

he traces your line using his throbbing head and then he finally slid it inside, all of his length. he watches it disappeared as it fully enters you making the two of you let out sensual moans.

“fuck.” he curses as your grip over his arm tightens.

he glances at you and when he saw how you have your eyes shut, he taps your cheeks gently. “watch me fuck you good, baby.”

and with that you obliged to his demands. you let yourself get drawn by his hot stares and fall on his trap. it was as if you just lose control of your own body and just follows what he’s about to tell you.

“oh you’re taking me so well.” he growled above you as he continue fucking his dick deep inside in a slow pace. it was torture.

he kept it like that until he felt you tightening around him, suffocating his cock. he knows you’re about to come and the look on your face just makes him want to just fuck you senseless. but it wasn’t the plan.

you can almost taste it. mind clouded by nothing but the thought of creaming around jay’s hardened cock. the imminent pleasure that approaching made you nibble on your lips a little bit more harder, that you’re sure it will bleed anytime soon.

“oh gosh—” brows narrowing closer as he reaches deeper of your insides.

but the clear anticipation came running down the drain when jay suddenly pulls it out leaving you hanging, losing your chance to reach climax. frustration and embarrasment replacing them right away.

jay finished outside of you after he strokes his dick a few more times, shooting his thick cum on your hole. you look at him in disbelief, wondering if he happens to miss that you haven’t reached your climax yet. it was impossible.

it was confirmed when you saw the evident smirk on his lips as he stood up. the conniving look on his face ignites annoyance inside of you.

feeling too naked and definitely uneasy, you decided to pick your underwear and slid it back, disregarding the uncomfortable wet juice still leaking out from your neglected core.

“see you around, y/n.” you even heard him say before you left him inside that room.

it was your last two subjects and you’re still on a foul mood. after what happened at the student council’s office with jay, you can’t get rid of your bad mood. maybe because you’ve been denied of your release. for the first time. you never knew it felt this way.

“y/n, coleen and shin.” your head perks up at the mention of your name.

“please go to the journalism club room. its your turn to take your i.d pictures.” the homeroom teacher announces.

the other girls that was called stood up right away. you don’t want to go. you’re not really on the mood to take pictures. not when you’re feeling sulky and pissed off.

in the end, you forced yourself up and go to take your i.d picture. all you want is for you to go home and finally leave this place.

the club room is at the other side of the building and you can see that some students are around the hallway, goofing around.

since the journalism club have talented photographers, they’re tasked to take the student’s i.d pictures for this school year. you didn’t think too much of it as it doesn’t bother you at all. the school can do whatever they want.

when you entered the club, its filled with students. you noticed curtains that serves as divisions inside. there are a total of four stalls where students gets inside to get their pictures taken. probably one photographers waiting for them.

multiple sounds of cameras clicking can be heard around.

“please find your section and name here then sign.” the girl at the table near the entrance caught your attention.

you nodded and proceed on finding your name. after doing that, you’re instructed to write your full name on a white piece of paper.

“head over the stall at the end.” she says not even throwing you a glance and focuses on arranging something on her laptop.

you ignored her behavior and just walks to the end stall. the curtain that serves as the door to keep privacy is thick, preventing you from seeing what’s inside.

you moved it and your heart fell at the sight of a man’s back.

jake sim.

probably noticing your presence and hearing the shuffling of the curtain, he looked over his shoulder. his lips curled into a grin at the sight of you. his messy hair paired with his glasses looks so good on him. his free hand raises and pulls his lollipop out from his mouth, making a ‘pop’ sound.

“what are you waiting for? get inside.” he tilts his head, prompting you to come in.

“o-oh, okay.” and you stepped inside.

he pushed forward making you smell him more as he reaches for the curtain to close it behind you.

“sit down at the chair please.” his sweet voice rings on your ear making you feel things.

you follow what he said and sat down at the chair by the center. he was doing something on his camera, totally focused while his tongue plays with the lollipop that is now inside his mouth.

the frustration from before got you too occupied that you failed to remember that he’s part of this club. jake sim just can’t be more perfect. he cannot just be the smart, handsome student who came from a wealthy family. of course, he’s good at taking photos too.

“all right.” he says and finally diverts his attention towards you.

it caught you off guard and totally took your breath away. he glances down at the paper you’re holding. he raises one of his eyebrow then glanced back at your eyes.

“get rid of that paper. i know your full name so damn well.” he says and grabbed the paper to throw it to the side.

“smile for the camera.” he said casually and placed it near his face.

you've seen him with his camera before. during events at school and the journalism needs to cover it, he will be around taking pictures. he looked so handsome whenever he’s doing that. you can tell he loves doing it.

“sweetheart,” he pulls away from the camera to look at you.

“huh?” you asked totally spacing out.

“show me that pretty smile.”

you quickly blushed because of his words. he clicked the camera a playful smile spreads across his face. he didn’t pull away this time but give you subtle compliments, enjoying how good you look right now.

for jake, whenever you look so clueless and innocent, that’s when he loses his mind the most. he feels like his purpose in this life is to corrupt you, taint you in any possible way he can.

“that's it. very pretty.” he clicked multiple times and when he finally gets satisfied, he pulls away to check them out.

you heaved out a sigh, trying to relax yourself. just by then you realized that you’ve been holding your breath. jake’s taking him away from you.

“okay, we got it.” he announced that made you feel relief.

you thanked him and stood up, ready to leave when his arm blocked you from taking further steps. he looked at you with furrowed brows.

“where are you going?”

“outside?” you answered unsure.

“go sit back down. we’re not yet done.” he says sternly and unplugged something from his camera.

maybe it was the cord connecting the camera to the laptops outside. so the students outside can see the actual shots right away.

“but i t-thought you said...” your words stalls when he shoot you this intimidating stares.

it left you with no choice but to walk back to the chair and sit down. jake’s face relaxes and he smirks again.

“now, take off your clothes.”

“w-what?”

he shrugged his shoulders. like he didn’t just said the most hilarious thing he can say inside a studio filled with other students.

“you heard me, sweetheart.” he clicks the side of his cheeks attractively.

“strip for me.” jake’s smile was so evil when he say those words.

you kept still, hands fidgets feeling uneasy. he is the type you can’t say no to. because he will turn sulky right away. and sulky jake is bad news.

“b-but there’s students around, jake. they might see—”

“what do you think of me? stupid?” he scoffs, sounding a bit offended. panic occurs you, ready to defend yourself and explains that its not what you’re trying to conclude

“i already told you that we’re the only ones allowed to see your body.” he sounded so serious, scaring you slightly.

“now take it off before i end up ripping them off of you.” he added aggressively.

it scared you. you knew he will do it.

his eyes sparkled when he saw you reaching for your buttons. with flustered face, your eyes glances away from his piercing eyes. he started taking photos of you. the continuous clicking of his camera and him not saying anything made you feel on edge.

he took multiple photographs of your exposed upper body while your skirt are still on. for jake it was perfect. he can print this pictures and tape it on his room wall so he can stare at it all day.

“panties off. i want to see my cunt.” he then settles down his camera at the sight.

you gulped, the memory of what happened earlier this day with jay flashes back to your mind. the way this somehow reminds you of that scene is crazy. its too similar, but at the same time different. due to their unalike personalities, they’re delivering the same scenarios in their own styles.

he was licking the lollipop like as if imagining it was your pussy he was devouring. he watches while you take off your undergarment, slightly feeling impatient.

the lollipop was out from his mouth as it gaps the moment he saw your pussy. he glances at your eyes shortly then steps closer.

he licked his lips then touches your chin to make you look up at him. you looked at his eyes and he leans to kiss you, sliding his tongue inside your mouth, giving you a taste of the sweetness from the candy.

your mouths continued doing that for a while before he moves away, looking completely drunk in lust for you. he roams his eyes around your face before giving you one last peck.

he then crouches down to be in the same level as your cunt. he leans closer, his breath fanning your sensitive skin. your breath is heavy, unable to contain the lust forming inside you as well.

he raises his hand then tastes the lollipop again then pulls out. he then dips his head, lips kissing your core. you let out a gasp, surprised. a hand clapped over your mouth to muffle any sound.

he pulls away as he looks up to you with his doe puppy-like eyes.

“your cunt is definitely sweeter.” he commented and threw the candy away shamelessly before starting diving back in to eat you out.

“oh my— j-jake!” you whispered, trying to contain your whimpers and control yourself.

he chuckles while still mouth connected on you. he didn’t waste any second before sliding two fingers inside, fucking it inside you with a way that sends your mind somewhere else.

“cunt so sweet, so perfect.” he praises as he continues.

he glances at you and saw how desperation flickers your eyes. you looked adorable trying not to make any sound, afraid that you’ll be caught for doing nasty things inside the school premises.

“you’re so pretty, aren’t you sweetheart?” he asks with a hint of innocence like as if he’s not finger fucking you right now.

he opens his sinful plump lips then slide his tongue out, leaning down to your core to start working on your clit while his fingers are busy sliding in and out of you.

the feeling was too much, the sensation is too much for you to bear that it made you groan. your hand are tightly gripping your mouth to muffle the sound as much as you can.

“s-so near,” you whispered while staring down at him eating you deliciously.

“yeah? cum for me then...” he says shortly.

he was doing a great job on pleasuring you that it was not long until you can feel the familiar knot forming inside your stomach. it slightly worry you that he will do the same thing jay did.

“cum for me, sweetheart. let me get a taste of that sweet juice of yours.” he mumbles sounding so sexy, eyes never leaving you.

“j-jake.” you moaned his name.

he smirks, “that’s right. i’m the one making you feel crazy.” he sounded so full of himself, smug.

“ugh," your head threw back, eyes tightly shut as you shakes a bit after reaching your most wanted release.

jake’s lips on your core, making sure to harvest every bit of your sweet cum. he’s addicted and he’s not even bothered by it.

still high from that delicious climax, you couldn’t help but travel your gaze down to his pants. a dent slightly showing that made you salivate a bit.

“we’re done.” he says that snapped you out of your trance.

you looked at him confused. “h-huh?”

he smirks, “what? you want something else?” he taunts with a hint of sarcasm.

“you’re not getting my dick today, sweetheart. that’s my punishment for you.”

your brows draws closer at his remark. wondering what he meant by punishing you. as far as you remember, you didn’t do anything wrong. so why is he punishing you?

now, jay slids in your mind and wonders if not letting you cum is his way of punishing you.

“i’m done with stall number four.” jake shouts, informing the student outside that he’s finished with his business.

he glances at you and when the lust faded, embarrasment kicks in. you quickly fixed yourself and hurried outside.

everyone seems to be busy with their own business so none of them took notice of your slightly crumpled uniform and your forehead filled with beads of sweat.

once you stepped outside the club room, your steps halted when you saw heeseung and sunghoon heading your way. their eyes both have those cold, dark stares that made your heart race.

heeseung gave you a cold shoulder like usual, walking pass by you and straight to the club room.

sunghoon blocked your way. he’s staring right at you before running his eyes down to your feet. after observing you for a while, his hand raises to fix your blouse.

“students should always wear their uniform properly.” he utters in a low voice.

such big words coming from someone who have the first three buttons of his uniform open. you kept your mouth shut and just glance away.

he sighs after doing the small fixing on you.

“t-thank you.” you just ended saying that, feeling awkward.

his attention then darted at the door of the club room when it swings open, “hoon, its our turn.” heeseung calls for the younger friend.

he nods and soon dart his eyes at you.

“meet me after practice tomorrow at the ice hockey’s locker room.” he leans and places a kiss on your neck before heading towards heeseung. leaving you completely dumbfounded at his actions.

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strip for me.

part three

pairings: hyungline x reader (sunghoon & heeseung)

synopsis: hyung line got you trapped in a situation that you can’t get away from.

wc: 6k

warnings: smut, minor dni, bullying (not promoting violence or bullying), degrading, dirty talks, curses, masturbation, hyung line being mean. this is not proof read.

note: next part will be fivesome with the hyungline so it’ll take time. be patient. please reblog and reply to. it is highly encouraged. thank you so much for your support. part one (here) ; part two (here)

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your grip over your phone tightens while a text message flashes through its screen. a one sentence text is all it takes for your whole system to feel thrilled.

‘i’ll see you at the locker's room after my morning practice.’ — psh.

that was all it says. sunghoon’s not the texter type. out of all of them, he’s the least you expect to appear on your messages and so to receive something from him makes your stomach churns.

it’s still very early and after you checked your phone, that’s the first thing you saw.

Park Sunghoon is the team captain of your school’s ice hockey team and every thursday morning, they have practice before going to class. today is that day.

you didn’t reply to him and honestly, you’re contemplating whether to go meet him or not. obviously, something like what happened yesterday may occur. And no matter how bad does it sound, a hint of excitement stirs at the depth of your mind.

despite it, worry and agitation overpowers you. sunghoon is a very mean guy. you’ve done it with the four of them, and he’s the roughest when he’s mad or if he’s trying to punish you.

jake mentioned yesterday that it was a punishment. jay may have didn’t mention it, but his odd behavior was enough for you to conclude that something’s going on.

you spent the whole night thinking of what did you do wrong, backtracking over the things happened the day prior today. even no matter how hard you strain your brain, nothing pops inside your head. nothing. none.

still in trance, a new message appears on sunghoon’s chat box.

‘don’t even think of ditching me or i’ll be seriously be pissed.’ — psh.

you can imagine his brows hardly furrowed, jaw clenched and eyes cold as ice burning through his phone screen as he tap those words to send you. that was enough to make you feel scared. sunghoon’s not very nice, what more if he’s pissed off?

so before you even get deeply caught into your thoughts, you pushed yourself up from the comfort of your bed and started preparing to go meet him.

on the other hand, the sound of skates sliding through the ice and nonstop smashing of hockey sticks echoes all around the auditorium. players chants and shouts at each other as they try their best to make a score. if you aren’t too familiar with the members, you’ll think they don't belong in the same group.

but they do. it was just a normal practice session, only park sunghoon, the captain and also the team’s ace, are a little bit more worked up at the moment. his eyes dark and his moves are more aggressive than usual.

his teammates that are currently on his team in this game cheered when he made another score. ice splatters as he abruptly tried to make a stop. he pants as he removes his head gear.

“come on,” one long slide and a newbie made it near him. he was panting so bad as he raises his arms. “its just practice man.” he says towards sunghoon.

the old members looks at him in horror, giving a hint not to say anything else as sunghoon faces him with a placid look on his face.

sunghoon kept silent before advancing towards the newbie. he stared right at his face for a while before grabbing him by his shirt, jaw clenching. the other varsities panics and starts to discard his hold, but he was too strong.

“if you can’t keep up with me then that’s not my problem.” he spat and gave this chilling gaze at the newbie. the obvious fear flickers through the younger’s eyes as his mouth hangs open, unable to utter a single word.

“sunghoon! that’s enough.” thankfully, their coach arrived just in time to stop the fight.

from the chairs outside the rink, one pair of eyes watches closely. his half-lidded eyes stares lazily at the scene unfolding, totally unbothered by it. his back rests at the chair and legs crossed, conveying so much dominance.

heeseung saw how sunghoon kept his grip on his teammates uniform, clearly being stubborn. he's not even surprised. typical sunghoon who never listens and always lets his temper control him.

sunghoon gave the poor boy one cold stare before pushing him off as he lets go of his jersey. he, then slides out of the rink.

“hoon.” heeseung calls that made the younger halt his steps.

he cranes his neck and look at him with blank eyes, waiting for what his hyung is about to say. heeseung trailed his gaze from the rink towards him.

“remember not to be carried away.” he reminds him.

“i know.” he shortly replied, still feeling so heated from the practice.

“and don’t hurt her.” he says in a very low tone.

sunghoon scoffs, “i won’t.” his eyes darkens as his lips stretched into a smirk, showing off his fangs. “at least not in that way.”

your head peeks slightly to look while the players are leaving their locker one by one. it’s been almost ten minutes since you arrived the school. as expected, there’s only a few around and the whole building is still vacant.

you’re still busy checking when the hairs on your neck raised, chills running down your spine. a presence can be felt from behind you. slowly, you craned your neck to look over your shoulder.

wide broad chest is what you saw first. you trailed your gaze upwards to see lee heeseung staring down on you with a deadpan look on his handsome face.

a light gasp escapes your lips and tries to step back once.

“u-uh,” you gulped and lowered your head to avoid looking at his eyes. “sunghoon asked me t-to meet him here.”

you have no idea why on earth are you explaining to him. it just feels right to let him know why you are currently here, early in the morning, when your class starts a bit hour later.

“i know.” he shortly replies.

of course he knew. is there something else that he doesn’t know? what you noticed from lee heeseung is that besides being a very reserved individual, he’s also very observant. if the other boys loves being the center of attention, this tall gorgeous boy prefers to be on the corner, watching.

you tried glancing if he’s still looking and after meeting his gaze for a split second, you folded and glanced away.

he sighs heavily, “you guys have at least 45 minutes until our first class starts. don’t be late.” he says under his breath and starts walking away to the direction of your building.

the further he is away from you, the more your breathing stables. something about him intimidates and makes you nervous as hell. even before you can look at him to check if he’s already far away, he talks again.

“y/n,” in a speed of light, you faced him with flushed cheeks.

“y-yeah?”

his blank eyes slightly softens, “he’s in a very bad mood. if he gets out of hand, calm him down.”

his words confused you right away. first, sunghoon’s out of mood most of the times. second, why is he saying these words like as if you know perfectly what to do?

“b-but how..?”

he kept a placid look before turning his back to start walking again, leaving with, “you know how.”

you’re left standing awkwardly. heeseung’s already gone and you haven’t moved an inch. his words echoes inside your head repeatedly. it still confusing you how there’s a hint of confidence lingering through his words.

a vibration from your phone is what snapped you back to reality.

‘come here.’ — psh.

that was your cue. without thinking twice, your feet moves like it has a mind of its own, walking and leading you towards the locker room of the ice hockey team. sunghoon’s lure.

it was quiet and slightly dark. when you made it to the far end, you saw him sat at one of the benches. his head didn’t even whip to look at your way when you arrive, like he was expecting you and nobody else.

his elbows bore on his knees as he was leaning, head hanging low.

“sunghoon?” you calls him using your soft voice.

sunghoon finally lifts his head and look at your direction. there you are. you look beautiful wearing the school uniform neatly, hair brushed and eyes staring at him with a hint of concern.

he didn’t show any reaction to his face that made you feel agitated. heeseung’s words flashes back on you, that he’s in a bad mood. it scares you even more, adding to the tension.

“why are you standing so far, doll?”

his husky voice slightly echoes inside the wide room. its just the two of you here and that thought was enough to make your heart race. his endearment for you stirs something in you. how he always love to call you doll, in a sexy and taunting way.

you trudges closer, but still keeping a safe distant.

his dark eyes burns as he run his stare over you in a very dangerous way. he looks so attractive wearing his just his sweats and a white plain t-shirt, hair still a bit damp from shower. even from a distance, you can smell his manly scent that always makes you dizzy in a good way.

“kneel in front of me.” he demands.

you can feel your knee wobbling as you make your way towards him. slowly, you kneeled down. sunghoon almost lose his mind by the sight of you like this. he almost lets out a low groan when you follow him without saying any words, complying to him. submitting.

he leans backwards, resting one hand to the bench support his weight, the other palming his hard dick. you can see the outline of his cock through his sweatpants and blood rushes to your cheeks.

“take my cock out.”

his request made you blink and look at him. this shouldn’t surprise you anymore. before you come here, you’re expecting that things can escalate like this. but the fear of one of his teammates walking on you, makes you hesitating.

“what if s-someone comes here?”

“i’ll kill them.” he says those words without hesitation that made your heart drop.

“sunghoon—”

“you know i don’t have much patience, right?” his tone stingy and the crease on his forehead tells you that he’s not very happy on you delaying him from getting his desired blow.

you decided to keep your mouth shut and slowly reaches to his pants to pull it a bit, freeing his hardened cock. it was so hard and the tip so red. the sight makes you blush even more. if someone is asked to describe sunghoon’s manhood, they will probably say that its as beautiful as he is.

“go on.” he spat.

you gulped and licked your lips once before leaning in to wrap your lips to his dick. sunghoon bit his lower lip at the feeling of your hot mouth around him. he misses this. he wanted to curse so loud and to just shove it into you, but he stopped himself from doing so.

“fuck, just like that.” he moans and tried to open his eyes so he can watch you bobbing your head, getting your pace.

he saw how your hair covers your pretty face from his view and so he raised one of his hand to gather them and hold them for you.

“i got you, baby.” he whispers that made your core twitch.

you continued bobbing your head and sucking his dick, tasting sunghoon in your mouth. it was a familiar one, something that got inside your mouth a lot of time. later on, you can feel him thrusting his hips, meeting you. he was always rough and loves abusing your throat. he doesn’t care if you gag, he would even love that.

“fuck, fuck, fuck...” he growls and roughly shove his dick inside your mouth.

“gonna use that fucking mouth.” he says, “so pretty. so so damn pretty.” his compliments rings, but you’re too occupied on sucking him good.

there’s something about the way sunghoon moans. his voice whenever you give him immense pleasure serves as music to your ears. it was so erotic and just how he utters dirty words adds up to everything.

when you feel him almost reaching his climax, you’re so ready to accept and take it all. just a couple more deep thrust, sunghoon shoots his hot cum in the depths of your throat. groaning and moaning out of pleasure.

he lets go of your hair and pants while watching you suck him dry, letting out a faint ‘pop’ as you let him go.

“let me see.” he whispers and you open your mouth to show him how you swallowed every bit of it.

“good doll.” his words sent direct tingling feeling to your core, making you rub your thighs.

“we’re not yet done.” he says and stood up from the bench. he grabbed your arm to make you stand and guided you to sit down.

“strip for me.” that familiar line again.

with trembling hands, you try to take off the buttons of your blouse. sunghoon, as a very impatient guy he is, he curses and yanked your uniform, causing some of its buttons to fly off.

“sunghoon, what the he—” your words got interrupted when he pushed your body flat to the bench, making you lay down.

“shut the fuck up.” he says rudely and hovers above you.

his hand searches for your underwear and you whimper when his finger grazes your clit. he smirks, feeling your wetness.

“so wet for me. you’re such a slut, aren’t you?” he taunts that you answered with a faint ‘no’.

you tried to look away and avoid his gaze out of embarrasment for actually getting aroused for such foul situation. he scoffed and roll his eyes before removing your panties aggressively.

“i’m going to fuck you until you’re unable to think straight anymore.” and he aligned his head on your hole.

your brows furrowed, eyes shutting tightly. he traces your slit using his head before finally sliding it all in one go, making you gasp.

“fuck, look at my cock disappearing inside you.” he said and even ask you to lift your head so to see.

he was definitely right. he is fully buried inside you, and the pleasure it too much. you feel so full with all of him. he started pulling it out, only to slide it all back in again.

“u-ugh,” you let out a moan that clicked something in him, making him rut his dick rough and fast.

“s-sunghoon,” you whimpered, lips shaking as he continues to abuse your hole. “p-please slow down.” you plead.

he didn’t listen. in fact, he acts like as if he cannot hear any of your words. he placed both of his hands on your side, face above you as he continue relentlessly fucking you. his silver necklace hangs out from his shirt and now started moving along with his movement, slightly slapping to your pretty face. his brows sexily furrowed, jaw clenching while he utters low curses.

“i’m going to fucking breed you. you want that, doll?” he asks in a taunting way that made you whimper even more.

he scoffed at how you look beneath him. trying so hard not to let out your moan, when he can clearly see how much you’re enjoying and feeling so good from how deliciously he fucks you deep.

“you already have four dicks to fuck you and you still can’t be contented? what a bad girl.” he clicked his tongue and you opened your eyes to met his. it darkens as he started to roughly fuck you.

“you just never learn.” he growls and you can see the hint of anger in his eyes.

it scared you and your hand held his arm in attempt to push him away. but he was too strong. he didn’t budge and yank your hand, dismissing any chances of stopping him.

“who’s my pretty doll?” his grin grew wider, eyes full of nothing but lust for you.

you kept your mouth shut while still looking him straight at his eyes, tears brimming your eyes. he’s dominating you from above and you look so helpless beneath him.

when he didn’t heard an answer from you, he halts his hip from rutting you that made you whine slightly. he gripped your arm tight that you’re so sure it will leave a mark later, eyes piercing.

“who’s my pretty doll, y/n?” he asks in a very low tone, like a warning.

“answer me.” he commands that sent shivers to your spine.

you whined, “m-me.”

a smirk spreads across his face and leans in to connect his red luscious lips to your swollen ones, giving you a messy kiss. a string of saliva stretches when he leans away.

“you belong to me. you belong to us.” his words with so much emphasis that you can really tell how serious he is.

“i will fucking kill whoever tries to take you.”

“sunghoon, wait...” you can see how he’s starting to move in faster pace, almost making you see stars. one of his hand moves and reaches for your neck, slightly choking you.

“hoon—”

“that fucker, who do he think he is?! he’s nobody!”

you gasp and tried to take heavier breaths, trying not to be too distracted by how much pleasure sunghoon’s dick is giving you.

heeseung’s words then flashes through your mind. he said you can calm him down. how? obviously, this is the right time to show that skill.

instead of feeling scared of him, you snaked your hand on his nape and pulled his face closer. his forehead touches yours as you glance straight to his eyes, trying hard not to roll them up due to the imminent orgasm you’re about to have.

sunghoon was caught off-guard at your action. his eyes widen while still rutting his hip deep and rough. you look so beautiful from this distance, your pretty eyes filled with tears, cheeks flushed and lips swollen. all because of him. all for him.

“i’m s-sorry.” you mumbled close to his face.

he was at daze, his movement getting slower but his thrust remains deep, reaching all the good spots of your insides. almost making you crazy. you trap your lower lip in between your teeth, getting totally distracted.

“i’m so s-sorry, hoon.” you repeat your words, this time a little bit more softer.

while your foreheads still attached, you placed a gentle kiss on his face then flash a smile.

“i’m here.” and you heaved a sigh, “i’m yours. stop being mad, please.”

and with that, sunghoon relaxes, his breathing becoming more calm and his eyes softening as they stare at you.

he leans away to drop a kiss at your forehead before connecting them again as he start fucking you roughly. he groans and kisses your lips from time to time, moaning your name along with your sweet whimpers.

“f-fuck, baby. i’m close.” he whispers.

“me t-too.”

sunghoon dicked you down even faster trying to chase that climax. he kisses you, tongue dancing with yours, salivas mixing up. both of you are unbothered, mind filled by nothing but your lust and want to release.

“shit.” he curses as he shoot his cum inside your dripping cunt, your legs starts to shake, cumming as well.

he continued sliding his cock in and out, chasing both of your highs while making out. he moves away and watched how his dick slides out of you. his stares wandered all over your body, eyes full of desires.

“i’m sorry.” he mumbles as he caress your arm that he hold too tight a while ago. it was so red, his hand left a print.

your mouth gapped in amusement. did you just heard thee park sunghoon say sorry? he’s not type to do that. and when did he ever talk in a soft tone?

“does it hurt?” he asks, using that foreign tone again.

you smiled a little, shaking your head to assure him. he stares right at your eyes for a while before dipping his head down for another kiss. your eyes shut as you accept his kisses with no complains.

the bell from the next building is what snaps you back to your senses. his kisses moves to your chin then down to your neck.

“h-hoon, its almost time for our class. we need to go back.” your fingers run through his soft hair.

you wait for him to hiss at you for actually touching it as you are well aware how sensitive he is when it comes to his hair. but none. no complain or side comments about it.

he gave you a few more pecks before finally letting you go.

“you broke my uniform.” your lips pursed while staring down.

he just finished cleaning you up and you’re making yourself look presentable when you remembered how he broke the buttons of your blouse after pulling it hardly.

sunghoon smirks and opens his locker. he retrieves a uniform then handed it to you.

“here, you can use mine.”

the boys and girl’s top uniform is pretty similar, the only difference is the girls are shorter. some even had theirs cropped to style it in their own preference.

you accepted it and removes your broken uniform. he trudges closer then gently took the blouse from your hand so you can wear his easily. his eyes watches you closely making you feel a bit shy.

he helped you wear his uniform. “thank you.” you said, blushing.

he smirks and dips his head for a quick kiss. you’re too surprised to even say anything. you’re just too shock how he's acting right now.

“let’s go. we’re already late. heeseung hyung will be pissed.” and he grabs your things to carry it himself.

you knocked twice at your classroom when you arrived. the two of you are late and you’re silently praying the teacher's not in a bad mood today.

she cracks the door open and your homeroom teacher scans you up and down. her strict eyes watches you, eyebrow raising.

“ms. y/n. you are late.” she says.

“i’m s-sorry, ma'am.”

she was left with no choice but to let you inside. everyone’s eyes are darted at you and its very uncomfortable. your hand unconsciously plays through the edge of your uniform— more like sunghoon's. they gave you a look of curiosity. why you’re late when you’re someone never late for a class and whose uniform is that? clearly, it wasn’t yours.

before you reach your chair, you have to walk pass jake’s. his piercing and playful eyes are darted at you, grin so wide because he knew exactly where you’ve been.

“lips so swollen, sweetheart.” he stated that made you blush even more. some students who seats near him, heard it and gave you this look.

“mr. park.” is what your teacher said the moment you sat down to your chair.

when you look over the door, park sunghoon walks inside at ease. not even bothered that he’s late. his bag hangs over his shoulder while one of his hand holds yours.

“practice.” he reasoned shortly before heading your way, not even sparing your teacher a glance.

he ignored the eyes watching him and focused his stares right at you. the three other boys shrugs their shoulder off and boredly face front. jake’s smirking, jay rolled his eyes and heeseung watches carefully

sunghoon placed your things on the side of your table and leaned down to look through your eyes.

“here, baby.” he says casually then messed your hair before walking to his chair.

lips of some girls from your class are gapped open at the scene they just witnessed. they cannot believe it and wondered what’s between you and park sunghoon. they are beyond surprise and you can’t help but to just shrug it off. what more if they finds out his three other friends are involve too?

the classes continued normally, or that’s what you try to make yourself believe. the stares from your classmates are often darted at you. still not over about the scene a while ago. it was slowly getting annoying.

while writing down on your paper, you heard a chair being dragged to your side.

“hey,” your head looked over jake who just sat down.

“yeah?”

he tilts his head, “did you have fun?”

your mouth hangs open, what happened a while ago flashes back to your mind instantly because of his question. jake saw it and he grins before scoffing.

“you did.” he touches your chin to make you look up, “your face says it all.” he added and grins, masking the emotion slowly igniting inside his chest.

you gulped and licked your lips.

“j-jake,” you called him.

he raised one of his brows, waiting for what you’re going to say.

“about beomgyu...” your word halts.

the instant change on his mood just proves you that he has something to do with how the boys are treating you. his eyes turned cold, jaw clenching slightly.

“what about him?” his stingy tone rings your head.

“its not what you think—”

“jake.” both of your heads whips to the direction of the voice who called him.

lee heeseung stood by the door, watching you both with his heated gaze. his eyes shifts to yours and it sent direct chills. your head lowering as an automatic response.

“y/n, can you grab these workbooks and help me take it to the student council office?”

envious eyes darted at your direction when he ask you that. you can even hear someone commented that why should it be you. his dark gaze he gave you indicates that you have no other choice but to follow him.

you stood up, jake's eyes stayed and never left you. he watch how you walks towards the table, near his friend. jay and sunghoon seems uninterested as they bicker over something he doesn’t care at all.

“which one should i carry?” you asked heeseung.

he used his chin to point the fewer stacks of workbooks, he took the heavier stacks. he’s the first one to leave the room and you stalked behind him. students in the hallways greets heeseung with amusement through their eyes. they don’t even notice you at all. they’re too focused on him.

when you arrived the student council office, he stops beside the door then glance at you with serious eyes. your stomach churns and suddenly felt agitated.

“place those books here so you can open the door.” he instructed that you obeyed right away.

he didn’t even budge from his position when you place additional weight to what he’s carrying. totally unbothered.

you opened the door for him and hold it so it wouldn’t be on the way. he smoothly walks inside and you remained standing by door, looking at him placing it neatly at the table.

his eyes trailed towards you.

“get inside and lock the door.” he says and you saw him loosening his school tie.

you gulped and instantly felt on edge. he watch how you closed the door and he only looked away after hearing the sound of the lock clicking.

“sit down here, angel.”

angel.

you blushed so hard and its a little crazy how one word affects you so much. the somersault inside your stomach added weigh on your emotions. his heated gaze totally not helping.

“heeseung, about beomgyu...” you started.

his face remained blank. unlike jake, he didn’t show any foul mood or anything. but that slightly bothers you more. heeseung is always calm, very reserved. his mysterious demeanor pulls you more into him, digging a bigger space for your curiosity.

“it wasn’t what you guys think. i know what’s happening these days is somehow connected to him.”

he sighed heavily and tilts his head, “we already warned you and sent him a message.”

the way he talks sounded so calm. like nothing can ever make him nervous or anxious. he never stutters and speaks with so much confidence. he knows what he’s saying and that’s makes him more attractive in people’s eyes. what’s sexier than a man who knows what he wants in life?

“he just told me that he’s sorry—”

“if he’s really sorry then he should just stayed away.” he cuts you off.

you licked your lips and was about to talk again when he lets out a strained sigh.

“enough.”

“i j-just—”

“strip for me.” your mouth hangs open and stared at his eyes.

he looked serious as usual. his eyes silently conveying a message that you’ll get in trouble if you don’t obey him right away. without much of a choice, you start to take off sunghoon’s uniform.

he looked at it with no emotion and brows slightly twitched at the sight of a bruise by your arm. it doesn’t really hurt, but it was evident.

“does it hurt?” his tone full of concern.

you’re quite amused at him, blushing.

“no. don’t worry.”

“he lost control, didn’t he?” his hand reaches for it, caressing it gently like it will aid it. he looks at your eyes, waiting for your answer.

“just f-for a short time...”

he sighs and nods his head. this isn’t the time to talk or think about sunghoon’s bad temper. he tilt his chin, asking you to continue. when you’re left with your underwears he stood up then stared down at you.

“lay down on the table.”

your eyes grew big, hesitant to his request.

“won’t they come here? i thought the student body are busy today...?”

he glanced on your eyes once and it was enough to shut your mouth then do as he says. he offered his hand for assistance. his hand are warm, unlike sunghoon’s. he helped you step on a chair so you can climb on the table.

it feels so awkward sitting on it and having heeseung stand in between your thighs.

“lay down. i want to eat you.” he said so casually that made your core twitch in so much anticipation.

you wanted to curse yourself for how your body reacts to them. this isn’t how it suppose to be. you should protest and tell them off. or even get mad because you thought they’re already interested to a different girl. but... why do you find yourself laying back on the table while lee heeseung is gradually taking your panties off?

“breath, angel.” he smirks and you glanced away feeling guilty. he knew you’ve been holding your breath since you climb to this table.

the feeling of being this naked in front of heeseung is so overwhelming, both in good and bad ways.

“eyes on me.”

his command made you lift your body so you can see him dip his head and spit on your already wet pussy. you pursed your lips, doesn’t want to let out a moan.

he lifts his hand and slide one finger inside. you can feel it so long and warm.

“did he stretch you enough for me?” he whispers so close to your cunt, his hot breath fanning to your wet core.

“heeseung...”

“shh.” he glared at you then added another finger.

“god, this pussy.” he groans and leans in attaching his lips, lapping your cunt.

“heeseung..” you moaned and covers your lips, feeling shy by how you whimper. it sounded pathetic.

the feeling of his hot long tongue grazing and slightly getting inside your hole drives you crazy. your thighs automatically closes, caging his head in between.

he looks at you over his eyelashes, one hand pushed your thigh open. he leans away, “keep it open for me, angel.”

he smirks and placed a kiss on the insides of your thighs, “i know it feels so good, but i want your legs open.”

he grabbed both of your hands, making you hold your legs. you whimpered, feeling frustrated that his lips are not latched on your aching core. he glanced at you and smirks after seeing your desperation.

“patience, angel.”

he then dips his head again and started eating you. it felt so good, he was doing it expertly, making your head all fuzzy.

“oh my gosh,” you moaned and throw your head back after feeling a knot forming inside your stomach.

“i’m c-cumming,”

“really? give it to me.”

and with that you released, legs shaking and eyes tightly shut. heeseung made sure he gets all of your juices, nothing spills. you tried to open your eyes to look at him and the scene was so erotic. heeseung put his lips on your hole and suck it.

“uggh.” your eyes shuts and lips shakes in so much pleasure.

he kept sucking and gave your slit one last long lick. after that, he stood up and wiped off his chin. he looked so satisfied. he helped you get up, head still all clouded with the intense feeling he just gave you.

he then took off his clothes and went to sit down at the sofa. the same couch where jay took you yesterday. he rests his arms and watch you intensely.

“ride me.”

with wobbly legs, you walked towards him. once in reach, he slides his hand on your waist and helps you to get in position. your straddle above him, knees bore at the sofa. he hold you and watch how you reach for his hardened cock. you gave it a few strokes before placing its head near your hole.

“oohh,” you can’t help but to moan.

“slowly...” he whispers, face already on your side. his lips grazes your ears dangerously.

the lust took over you completely, taking control of your mind and actions. you are losing it, just wanted to have him deep inside you. lower lip trapped in between your teeth you slowly sat on heeseung’s long thick cock, moaning as it reaches all the right spots.

“u-uhhh,” your stretched moan made heeseung grin. satisfied at how you’re so eager to have him inside you.

“move, angel. fuck my cock into you.” he whispered full of lust like hypnotizing you.

you started riding him, at first with slow pace until you feel more desperate for him. moaning and gasping as you continued bouncing, not caring if someone from outside hear your shenanigans.

“feel so good.” you mumbled.

“oh yeah? ride faster.”

you obeyed, but your poor stamina and the overstimuation makes you feel so weak. you slump on his lap, cock buried deep inside. your head rested on his shoulder, panting.

“tired already?” he asks softly that you responded with a short nod.

he chuckles and placed a swift kiss on your cheeks. “all right. place your hand on the sofa and lift yourself a bit, angel. i will fuck you myself.”

pulling yourself together, you do as he said. eyes half-lidded drowned in your own desires. heeseung watches with a grin and kisses you once at your lips before starting to rutt his cock to your cunt, his hips moving so fast that you make you a moaning mess.

“o-oh my gosh...” and your forehead rests on his shoulder.

“my baby so weak that he needs me to fuck you myself, hmm?” he bit your earlobe once that made you whimper.

the slapping sounds of your skins so erotic. enough to make you feel the knot inside your stomach once again. your grip on the sofa tighten along with your hole, making the man under you groan in pleasure.

“cumming already?”

you nod while biting your lips so hard. he smirks and kisses you eagerly, feeling himself reaching his climax as well.

“cum with me, angel.”

with a few more hard thrusts from heeseung, you came all over his length and not long after, he follows. groaning so hard while kissing you with furrowed brows. he kept fucking his dick in you while supporting you so you won’t fall.

he pulls away to focus on sliding his cock in and out as you rest your head on his shoulder, nuzzling at crook of his neck.

“you’re such a good girl for me. for all of us.” you heard him whisper before placing a sweet kiss at your forehead.

“okay class we will have a group research project and i want you to participate properly in your group. i don’t want to hear some complains.” your teacher in your last period said.

the class reacts and gave their own comments. some already rants, the others being happy to do a group project and even say the people they wanted to work with.

you, on the other hand is resting your head on your table. too tired to even give a care about it. thankfully, the teacher after the lunch break didn’t attend and so you had the chance to take a nap after what you and heeseung did.

the thought itself made you blush so hard.

you teacher started announcing the groups. you tried hard to listen, waiting for your name to be called.

“park jongseong, jake sim, lee heeseung, park sunghoon and (surname) y/n).”

you slowly raised your head, blinking while staring in front. confused if you heard that right. did she just call your name? whose your group mates again?

“damn, she’s so lucky. why does it have to be her?” one of your girl classmates whispered to her friend while giving you a glaring look.

you noticed that the class are now moving seats to gather around by groups. still spacing out, you glanced around. waiting for someone to call you.

jake sim then raised his hand while jay pulls a vacant chair near his. the four pairs of eyes darts at you.

“y/n, come! we’re partners!” jake says excitedly.

your mouth fell open slightly while eyeing their direction. jake’s smile is wide, jay’s smirking along with sunghoon while heeseung eyes you seriously.

‘oh no...’ you thought to yourself.

since you don’t want to be scolded by your teacher, you stood up and slowly head to their direction.

“we’re going to have so much fun...” jake stated meaningfully before winking at you.

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part four

pairings: hyungline x reader

synopsis: hyung line got you trapped in a situation that you can’t get away from.

wc: 8.4k

warnings: heavy smut, minors dni, fivesome, bullying (not promoting violence or bullying), degrading, dirty talks, curses, masturbation, hyung line being mean. this is not proof read.

note: this is not the end for strip for me so calm down. we have more to come. the next part will be heeseung’s solo part. anyway, i know it took time so please enjoy it. reblogs and replies are highly encouraged. this is not proof read so excuse the errors for now. let me know your thoughts by sending me asks. thank you so much.

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“we’re going to have so much fun...” jake stated meaningfully before winking at you.

your steps halt from approaching the chair they reserved for you. their eyes are fully focused that despite the teacher’s continuous rambling about the project, they don’t give her any attention.

“you can sit here, doll.” and sunghoon drags the chair near him then taps it once before flashing you a soft smile, his fangs showing.

“what happened to the uniform i lend you?” he sounds a little upset while looking at your fresh polo. heeseung got you a new one that fits you perfectly.

you blushed, “i p-put it on my locker. i will wash it first then give it back to you. thank you for let me borrow it.”

he smirks, “nah, you can keep it.”

jake and jay stared at him with confusion. they can clearly remember how bad his mood was these past few days, now he’s acting like as if he’s the happiest man that walked on earth. it’s just so odd.

you obliged and sat beside sunghoon while he stare at you, eyes almost forming heart. heeseung scoffs and took off his coat then placed it on your lap since you’re wearing a skirt. a bit too short from his liking, to be specific.

with blushing cheeks, you thanked him silently.

“did i miss anything?” jake asks, confused.

jay furrowed his brows and stared at his two other friends. heeseung met his eyes and cleared his throat before sitting straight. sunghoon seemed unbothered, eyes still fixed at you with a grin on his handsome face.

“w-why?” you asked him, feeling slightly uneasy because of how he’s not taking his eyes off from you.

“nothing, you look pretty.” he mumbled so naturally before dragging your chair even closer. he did it with so much ease, he’s so strong.

you glanced away, trying hard to ignore his heated gaze. jake’s watching all of these with his two eyes without blinking. a hint of confusion and a mix of jealousy flickers inside him.

“the fuck is going on?” he stated with so much sarcasm.

if jay can shut his mouth and ignore it, well definitely not jake. he has a lot of questions inside his mind. why are his friends acting like this? and most of all, why the fuck aren’t you like that to him?

“let’s just discuss the project.” heeseung blurted out, blocking any chances to be asked by jake.

he was about to complain more, wanting to dig about this situation deeper, but stopped himself. with clenched jaw, he rests his back on his chair then glanced at your lowered head.

he scoffed, “sweetheart, i’m a little jealous. you need to make it up to me.” he stated that made your cheeks blush, ears turning red.

sunghoon rolls his eyes and impatiently taps the table, “let’s start!”

and with that, heeseung then discusses the possible topics you can research for this project. your mouth slightly gaps at how he was able to keep up with what the teacher was saying when you clearly saw him focusing on you moments ago.

it went on, its just jay who listens and you, slightly. jake and sunghoon didn’t even tries to act that they are serious to this project, one plays through his phone, the other had his head slumped over the desk. sunghoon’s hand lays on yours casually, its been like that ever since he lowered his head to sleep.

jake whined when he loses the round and glances at your direction. he smirks and winks at you which made you blush. he giggles and eyes unconsciously landed on sunghoon’s hand.

his smirk faltered and childishly removes it. jay notices and scoffed before writing down on his notes. jake then grabs your hand to intertwin your fingers together, a satisfied smile plastering his handsome face.

heeseung rolls his eyes at it then continued talking about the project that the other two boys obviously doesn’t care about.

“we’ll be doing our project on our house later.” heeseung said as a last statement to wrap your small meeting.

your head perks and back straightened at what he just said. his eyes caught you right away, attentive of you.

“can we just d-do it here at school?” you suggested since doing it on their house doesn’t sit right for you.

one of his eyebrow arches upwards, “do you have any problem doing it in mine?” he asks using a serious tone.

your lips slightly trembles and glances at jake on your side when he gradually took your hand on his lips to place a gentle kiss.

“u-uhm, i can’t go h-home late. my mom will be so worried.” you tried to reason out.

it was partly true as she was used of you coming home early. heeseung’s house is pretty far from your school and so it will take time to go home. besides, you have no problem asking your mom to pick you up by the school gate, but it will definitely raise curiosity if you suddenly ask her to pick you up at a random house.

his head tilts, “leave that one to me.” he stated and then stood up to leave the circle.

“b-but—” you are held down by jake, yanking your arms to prevent you from standing up and follow heeseung.

jay stood up then taps sunghoon on the shoulder to wake him up.

“no buts, sweetheart.” and jake leans to give you a swift kiss on the cheek then leave as well.

your eyes widen and roamed around to check if somebody saw. they’re pretty busy discussing about the project, seems like your group was the first one to finish.

a large hand resting at the small of your back is what snaps you back to your senses. he gently caress it up and down then you look over your shoulder to face sunghoon.

his eyes squints a bit, obvious that he just got awoken from a nap. “something wrong?” he asks.

you shake your head lightly and he just stares for a while before nodding his head. he stood up and guided you to go back to your chair as well.

the period ended and after the whole class thanked the teacher and bid her good-bye, she walks out of the room. after feeling the need to use the bathroom, you headed out as well.

jake’s eyes follows you and when you’re out of his sight already, he swat sunghoon’s shoulder.

“the fuck is your problem?” he hissed at him, his brows drawned closer to each other and he sets his phone down like he’s ready to punch jake right away.

“my problem? what is your problem?” jake hisses back. “why are you suddenly acting like a fucking loser in front of y/n?”

jay smirks and just listens. heeseung watches too, a ghost of a smile playing over his lips.

sunghoon’s forehead slowly loses it crease then he acts innocent before glancing back at his phone. jake almost threw his notebook at him. he can’t believe it was that fast to calm him down. by the mere mention of your name.

“what do you mean? no i’m not.”

“here you go, baby. you can sit here, doll.” jake mimics him exaggeratedly. jay laughs at how he mirrored sunghoon while the latter clenches his jaw.

it was his turn to push jake’s shoulder. “i don’t talk that way!” he says, defensive.

“you actually do, dude.” jay fires back while heeseung just laughs because of it.

“whatever.” he mumbled, ears turning red.

jake rolls his eyes, “what the fuck happened? i thought we will punish her?” and his gaze moves from sunghoon towards heeseung.

heeseung straightens his back and glances away, totally guilty of it. jake just couldn’t believe it. these two were the ones so heated up when one of their classmates reported you meeting beomgyu up at the end aisles of the library. they were so hyped up on punishing you and then they’re acting like this?

“i fucking resisted dicking her down, man!” jake complained.

“nobody told you to do that.” heeseung shrugs his shoulder off that made jake clench his jaw, pissed off.

well, the older one was right. they never agreed on anything but to imply punishment. but that was jake’s punishment for you. that was his way to let you know that he’s mad and upset. you always knew how much he couldn’t get enough of you and how he would bury his dick inside you any chances he gets.

“jake’s right. i declined her orgasms to make a point.” jay stated, looking a bit upset as well.

the boys glances at him with furrow brows, “you did what?” jake asks in disbelief.

jay shrugs his shoulder, “you know how much i love seeing her get off. its always her pleasure over mine. i needed to send her a message.”

heeseung sighs and sunghoon was so ready to hold his collar right there and then.

“dude what the fuck? she must’ve felt so frustrated and bad!” he hissed at his friend.

now, jake’s pissed off eyes darted back at him. he pushes his friend to sit back properly.

“calm down lover boy, i’m not yet done with you.” he fired at him.

sunghoon lets out a strained sigh, completely done with jake targeting him nonstop.

“come on, i lost control too you know? but what am i suppose to do when she said she’s sorry? of course i couldn’t help it.” sunghoon ranted that made the three boys around him furrow their brows.

the frown on jake’s face deepens as jay and heeseung slightly loses their minds. they contemplates and wonders if they heard that right.

“what did you say?” heeseung fires at sunghoon that made him confused. the other two boys kept their mouth shut, jaw clenched.

“she said sorry.”

they were silenced when sunghoon repeated it for them to hear it clearly. jake was the first one to react as he scoffed and heaved a sigh to calm himself down.

“that’s it, you’ll be the last one to fuck her later.” jake stated, a bit (totally) pissed.

sunghoon thick brows furrowed now, “what? that’s unfair! when did we decided that?” his head cranes to the oldest, trying to gain alliance. after-all, heeseung is in charge of equality and fairness.

but to his surprise, the older one has his brows hardly furrowed as well. his eyes looking serious and are piercing right at him.

“i agree with jake.” jay says casually that made sunghoon complain even more.

“hyung?” sunghoon calls out heeseung because this is the perfect timing to step in and break this shit going on.

“sunghoon will be the last one to touch her then?”

to his dismay, its suddenly apppointed that he will sit back and watch while his three friends devour you. it will be torturous, but its better that than not having you later. he curses and just slumped his head over the table to distract himself with a good nap.

“fucking fuck.” jake curses, still pissed.

jay claps his shoulder, “calm down. i’m afraid you’ll piss your pants sooner or later.” he joked that only made him even more pissed.

he pushes his hands away, “shut up. i’ll surely get even later with y/n. she can’t do that.”

“hey, don’t be too carried away. you’ll scare her.” jay warns him before glancing to the older guy, “right, hyung?”

heeseung was silent before he lets out a heavy sigh. “no, i agree with jake.” he shut his eyes and massages his temple a bit.

“we need to teach her a lesson. she can’t have her favorite or it will ruin us all.”

on the other hand, you’re inside the girl’s bathroom and washing your hands when (name) walks in together with her minions. she’s one of the popular girls in your class. very pretty and rich.

her mean eyes darted right at you. it screams danger so you glanced away from her and just focuses on your hand.

she walks closer and stopped beside you.

“who can expect that the quiet girl in class can be such a cunt?” her words made your brows furrow.

“excuse me?” you’re taken aback with how aggressive she is. it was so unexpected. she never approaches or talk to you then suddenly she’s going in this hard?

the response obviously made her even more mad. she raised her eyebrows and crossed her arms. one glance to her minions and they went on both of your sides, cornering you. they’re giggling like hyenas.

“ooh, look at you acting all brave just because you think those boys are interested in you?” the bitterness lingers over your tone.

your brows narrowed in confusion as to what she’s talking about. you wondered more, then realization finally hits you like a big truck. boys... heeseung and his friends?

you glanced at her, “i don’t know what you m-mean.”

oh no. you stuttered. and that only mean one thing. that you’re lying and you know you are. because you out of all people, knows what she means.

you thought you’re being slick on hiding what’s going on between you and those boys, but definitely you’re wrong. you couldn’t help, but to blame it on them as they’re the ones being so bold about it. also because they’re really the one should be blame for it.

she lets out a loud sarcastic laugh, her eyes oozing with anger. she pushes your shoulder off. “oh fuck you! i’m not dumb!”

you shut your eyes and was about to walk away when her minions hold you down.

“let me go!” you tried squirming, freeing yourself which you failed miserably.

one of them curses at you and even elbowed your side. you grunted and folds because of the pain. (name) then walks closer and yanked your arm so you can face her.

“bitch! whore!” and she started to be physical, slapping you left and right.

“p-please, stop...” you begged which they ignored completely. she just continued hurting you and her friends hold you to prevent any resistance.

“you think they really like you? think again bitch!” she pulls your hair hardly making you face upwards. when your tear stained eyes met her arrogant ones, she smirks.

“for them you’re just a toy they will play with until they’re sick and tired of you.” and after that one last sentence she pushed you hard to the floor.

her friends laughed so hard while you have yourself slumped across the cold concrete. tears streaming down your face.

“let’s go girls. let’s leave that slut alone.”

you cried, feeling your face hurting and some other places in your body. but that’s not what causing your tears to flow nonstop. its what (name) said that had a big blow on you.

what she says was partly right. you have no idea what those boys want from you and base on how they treats you is similar to what she implied. a toy. that’s all you are for them. and that hurts you so much.

“y/n...” you snapped back to reality when you heard a faint call on your name.

“h-huh?” when you lift your head, you’re met with jay’s furrowed brows. his eyes scanning yours with gentle look on it.

heeseung stands a few feet away with jake. your hand sways that caught your attention, even before you can glance at the side, sunghoon’s face came into your view.

his brows folded in a worried way, “are you all right, doll?” and you can feel him squeeze your hand slightly.

“y-yes.”

he pursed his lips and scanned his eyes over your pretty face. his other free hand have your things. jake shows a displeased expression then walked towards your direction.

“give her some space. you’re crowding her.” he says, interrupting and even pushed sunghoon away from you.

hoon’s hand detached from holding yours that pissed him off a little. his eyes shooting glares at jake when he grab your wrist and started guiding you towards the car that just parked beside heeseung.

heeseung opened the door to the passenger seat when you’re near enough. he tilt his head asking you to enter his car. you glanced at his serious eyes, hands fidgets.

“my m-mom... she still doesn’t know—”

“don’t worry too much about it, angel. i already talked to her.” he stated in a lazy tone.

your mouth slightly gaps, doesn’t really want to believe him right away. you knew your mom. she’s a little bit strict when it comes to you hanging out a bit too late of your curfew at home.

“r-really?”

heeseung stares at your eyes before letting out a sigh. he fished his phone out from his pocket then dialled someone. he tapped the speaker on and eventually you heard the sound of somebody answering the phone.

“heeseung-ah?”

your eyes widen at the familiar voice errupting from the other line. heeseung handed you the phone so you can talk to her.

“m-mom..”

“y/n? darling, heeseung called me and told me that you’ll be staying late in their house for a group project?” she continuously said. you can tell base of the tone of her voice that she’s thrilled about you having friends.

“y-yes.”

“well, he’s such a nice boy. very polite as well and such a sweetheart for calling me himself to inform me about this project.” she blabbers nonstop. your cheeks blushed while feeling a bit embarrassed about it.

jake rolls his eyes as he throw his things inside his own car parked near heeseung’s. jay went to his and rest on it while waiting patiently. sunghoon hangs both of the straps of your bag on his shoulder before he gets on his big bike, holding his helmet on his free hand.

“u-uh, yes. he’s the president of the student council.” you answered while eyeing heeseung whose leaning on his car, near you. his hand rests at the open door for you.

“that’s great! he also told me that he’ll take you home later after it so i don’t have to worry.” she added.

eventually, she bids goodbye and so you did. your stares stayed at his phone before you handed it back to heeseung. he tilts his head again, asking you to enter his vehicle. without having any choice, you obliged.

you realized that no matter how hard you try to escape, there’s no getting away from them. they have control on everything and that’s what scares you the most. how smoothly they do these things and manipulate you on doing whatever that they all want. just like what (name) said. you’re like their toy.

“seatbelt, angel.” heeseung snaps you out of your own thoughts.

you nodded and grabbed over the safety strap on your side. your eyes caught sunghoon getting on his big motorbike and attractively putting his helment on for safety. you blushed unconsciously seeing your bag hangs on his broad shoulders and placed in front of him.

it looked totally out of place on how his all black motorbike and dark blue uniform mixed with your light colored school bag. it looked so feminine that you can already tell it doesn’t belong to the fine man.

his head cranes over to your side and even if heeseung’s car is heavily tinted and if sunghoon’s wearing a helmet, it seems like he’s looking directly to your eyes.

he started the engine of his bike and then a loud roaring sound errupts from it. he then bolted out from the parking lot of the school. both you and heeseung follows his bike driving away.

“such a show off.” he utters under his breath and then moves after jake drove his car out the parking.

the drive was as expected, slightly long. heeseung is quiet, only the faint song playing from the radio is what plays on the background. it was a little awkward, if you’ll be honest.

“are you cold?” you jolt a little when heeseung suddenly ask that question. he glanced at you briefly and you answered with a low ‘no’. he nods and then continued driving.

eventually, the vehicle slows down as it reaches near this huge elegant gate. your mouth gaps in amusement, eyes catching his friend’s vehicle entering as well. sunghoon’s big bike storms inside and even throw a middle finger at jake’s car.

“stay for a bit, angel. i’ll open your—” your heads whips over to the side when heeseung’s car bursts open.

jake leans downward to meet your eyes, hands rests in front, offering to help you.

“let’s go, sweetheart.” he smiles. you didn’t really have much of a choice as he reaches for your hand and guided you outside the car.

heeseung went out too and you saw jay getting off his vehicle as well. a small smirk playing over his sexy lips.

“what’s happening to the three of you, really?” he scoffs and rolls his eyes.

you glanced at the three as well, a confused look plastered all over your face. you did notice how they’re being weird from the parking lot incident.

“its because of jake. he’s so childish.” sunghoon commented right after walking near your place.

jake frowns, “no, i’m not!” he hardly objects.

heeseung rolls his eyes, “stop sulking, jake sim.” he then started walking towards the grand entrance of the big mansion right in front of you.

because of their small arguments, you failed to even notice it. now that you had the chance to admire it, you can tell that it reaks off money. some side comments and other complaints can be heard from jake but your focus was at the big house.

soon, a hand placed gently on the lower of your back.

“let’s go inside, baby.” jay says lowly and started to guide you towards the house.

you gulped, but followed him. its not like you have other options. besides you’re here to do the project... right?

when you made it inside, there are a lot of helpers assisting and attending to heeseung.

“welcome back, sir jay.” one greets when she noticed the guy beside you. looks like he’s often here that the maids are familiar of him.

oh, silly you. they all grew up together. it just made sense that they’re often at each other’s house.

“this is miss y/n.” he introduces you that caught you off-guard. she shifted her eyes to you and smiled warmly before offering a bow.

you panicked then bows back. “h-hi!”

“are you sir jay’s girlfriend?” she curiously asked right after.

“u-uhh—”

“what are you two doing? let’s go to my room.” heeseung interrupts with a stern voice.

jay smiles at the maid before guiding you towards the second floor. you just gave a small smile to the lady and just let yourself go to wherever jay asks you to.

heeseung and jay then started talking about a left work on the student council’s office. it was none of your concern so you try to busy yourself with the things you can see around the house. the interior of the whole place was just amazing. you can tell they spent a lot for their home.

you stopped walking once jay and heeseung did and you saw a door in front of heeseung. he glanced at you before opening it.

your steps halted when you’re about to go inside. something inside you just grow worried. you have no idea why, but your heart kept on beating so fast.

they noticed your sudden hesitation so both of them glanced over their shoulders, looking at you.

“what’s wrong?” jay asks while heeseung remains silent.

you gulped and took a short glance around heeseung’s spacious room. “n-nothing.”

you took a long breath, “c-can’t we just do it at your living room?” you pull up a smile in order to not raise any suspicion. the last thing you want is for them to think that you’re taking this in a wrong way.

“what’s wrong with doing it inside my room?” heeseung asks nonchalantly.

you took a step back, “u-uhm,—” you gasps when your back suddenly collided with a broad chest.

“going somewhere, doll?” sunghoon stares down at you while he stood gloriously behind you.

jake scoffs and then wrapped his arms around your shoulder, pulling up a mischievous grin.

“let’s go inside, okay? we’re going to have so much fun!” he cheers with a big smile, but you can feel your stomach churns and heart beating so fast.

sunghoon steps forward pushing you inside the room. heeseung sat down his gaming chair and rotates it so he’s facing his king sized bed. jay took off his coat and hangs it neatly by the sofa. jake’s smirking while watching you closely.

you feel timid being around and watched by them, so you looked everywhere except their eyes. the silence stretched for a couple of minutes before heeseung breaks it.

“strip, angel.” he starts then rests his back completely at the chair.

your feet glued at the floor and breathing got rigif while facing your back at them. their heated gaze pierced and almost burned a hole behind your head. you can feel it.

“strip for us.” he says in a very demanding tone.

slowly, you faced them with a slight fear flickering through your eyes.

“h-huh? but we’re suppose to d-do our project—”

“oh fuck that project, sweetheart! we’re going to do you instead.” jake interrupts smirking after licking his plump lips once. his eyes stares at you like a hungry predator.

“calm down, jake. you’re going to scare her.” jay says, mischief lazing through his voice while smirking sexily beside sunghoon.

they’re both sat at the sofa. the man beside him has his polo unbuttoned all the way, leaning forward as his elbow rests over his knees and eyes burning at you. he’s quiet and red lips hardly pursed. his dark, thick eyebrows narrowed together.

you remained standing awkwardly at the middle of heeseung’s bedroom, the door a few feet away from you. it slid inside your mind. to try and run away from them. but its impossible. with their built, they can easily catch you and who knows what that can do to you? they never go easy whenever they’re pissed off.

besides, sunghoon’s sat on the path towards it. he can easily grab and stop you from escaping. that’s totally crossed out of your plans.

you heaved a sigh, “g-guys,”

“did we ask you to talk?” heeseung.

instantly, your lips are pursed hardly. despite him showing a little soft side of him from a while ago, you’re still terrified whenever he’s very serious.

“we’re waiting, baby.” jay caught your attention.

you stared at them for a while and realized that you have nowhere to go. they got you cornered and stripped off of choices. once again, you’re helpless around these four men.

you balled your fists and jake’s eyes dropped from your pretty face to your hands. they’re trembling and he’s certain its a mixture of fear and worry. his grin grew wider. his nerves are shaking in excitement. he couldn’t wait to have you, to devour you, to ruin you.

“go on, y/n.” heeseung, again with his stern voice.

your eyes darted at sunghoon whose still quiet. his eyes then soften and he sighs, fists relaxing.

“strip for us, doll. its okay, we won’t hurt you.” he says in a calm voice. its still a surprise how he’s acting right now. he’s not the impatient and rough sunghoon. it slightly made you feel at ease.

when your hand slowly raised to untangle your necktie, you heard jake hissed and glared at sunghoon.

“remember what we talked about, hoon!” he said that got you confused.

sunghoon rolls his eyes, “yeah, whatever. i’m just trying to make her feel relax. you’re putting too much pressure on her.”

jake clicked his tongue and glanced back at you. his eyes looked more aggressive, screams more danger.

“why, sweetheart? are we scaring you?” he stepped closer, making you hold your breath.

“am i scaring you?” he repeats his words, his face are inches away from yours that you can feel his hot breath fanning your skin.

“jake,” heeseung calls him.

he ignored him and kept his stares right at your pretty face. despite the lack of answer, the tears on your eyes were enough to tell him that you are indeed scared. it didn’t make him feel pitiful, instead it drives him more crazy.

“strip for me or i’ll rip them off from you myself.” he groans.

you gulped and started to fasten your pace. now unbuttoning your polo— the one heeseung got you.

sunghoon clenched his jaw hardly, fighting so hard to interrupt. his friends talked to him about being the last to touch you tonight as a punishment for him. its actually a shit decision they came up with just because they think he’s starting to be your favorite.

that thought was the only thing that made him agree. he couldn’t help but to feel excited thinking about it.

he stood up that made jay and heeseung glance at his direction.

“don’t get in the way.” jay reminded him.

he threw him a short glance as he fished something from his pocket.

“i’m not going to.” he pulls out a cigarette and a lighter. “i’m going to smoke.” he added then glance at heeseung.

“you won’t mind right?”

heeseung stares for a while before tearing his gaze off of sunghoon. he took that as a yes then lits his cigarette.

“take off everything.” jake commands when you finished getting rid of your polo and school skirt.

“b-but—”

“strip.” he shortly said.

you stared at his eyes and slowly obliged. you don’t even know why you kept complaining when you’ll just end up doing it too.

the moment you finished taking everything off, completely naked in front of them, you feel shy. so shy that you try covering whatever your arms can. the four men stares silently, their eyes grew darker. looked more hungrier.

“lay on the bed for me, sweetheart.” jake mumbles, this time a lot more softer. “i want to eat you.” he added while taking off his necktie.

before jake continues discarding his clothes off, he snakes his hand on your nape to pull you closer to him. he placed a wet, but gentle kiss on your lips then stares right at your eyes.

“you’re so pretty. do you know that?” he says under his breath that made your heart race. he seems pissed, and honestly his attitude today are off for you. he’s very playful in nature, but the way he’s so aggressive is not like him. you know something’s up with jake sim.

“let me fucking eat you.” he added and then continued what he stopped doing to give you a kiss.

your eyes moved towards heeseung and he just gave you a nod. with slow steps you walked towards the bed and sat on the edge.

jake gently pushed your body so you can lay on it then he opened your thighs for him, giving a full display of your slightly wet core. he growls lightly, salivating by the view.

“damn, this pussy.” he mumbles before giving it a long lick making you purse your lips together.

jake almost went crazy having a taste of your cunt. he always loved it. if he can, he will eat you all day. so he didn’t waste a time to dive in and lap your cunt like a hungry animal. you whimper and legs slowly closing out of pleasure from the way he’s eating you.

a hand then reaches over your knee to open them back. when you open your eyes, you saw jay. he’s already standing at the edge of the bed, beside jake. his white t-shirt is off already and he’s left with just his boxers.

“keep them wide open, baby.” he orders while his other hand palms his cock inside his shorts.

you can’t even say a word or resist as your mind gets all fuzzy because of how good jake is making you feel. jake giggles through your cunt making you shut your eyes, brows arching closer to each other.

your face contorts out of pleasure.

jake’s hand rests at your thighs and massages it gently. you can feel a hand carding your hair, brushing it off your pretty face.

your eyes pry open when jake pulls away.

“sorry, angel. we’ll move you a bit so you can suck jay.” heeseung caught your attention. he’s already near the bed too.

when your eyes look at jay, he’s already taking off his boxers as they slightly drag you towards the corner of the bed. jay dives his head and kissed you on your lips while fondling on your exposed tits.

“uhm,” you moaned. he gave it a few more suck then tugs it lightly using his teeth as he pulls away, making you yelp.

“suck my dick, baby. let’s get you busy.” jay mumbles and places his shaft near your face.

jake then continues eating you, making you squirm again. he pushes your thighs wider, doesn’t giving you any chance to close it. he wants to take his time, eating and enjoying how you whimper in pleasure. the way you look pained, but he knew pretty well that he’s making you feel so good.

“how’s the view from there, hoon?” jay shouted, taunting his friend.

your eyes shifted at the sofa while jay enters your mouth. sunghoon’s dark eyes are darted at you while he sexily huffs on his cigarette. its taking everything of him not to get in between. he couldn’t help but feel so aroused by the sight of his own friends using you.

he remained silent and just watch from afar. jay scoffs then narrows his brows when his cock reaches the inside of your mouth. it feels so warm and soft, something that drives him crazy.

“fuck.” he curses and started to thrust on his own liking.

while jake laps your pussy and jay fucks your mouth, heeseung takes off all his clothes. he position himself on your other side then grabs your hand.

“you aren’t forgetting about me now, are you angel?” his taunting voice rings over your head and you mumbled something, causing vibration straight to jay’s throbbing cock.

“oh just like that, baby.” he groans and continues pistoning his hips towards you.

heeseung gave a few strokes to his dick before leaning to give you a kiss on the lips as well. it lasted for a few more seconds until he pulls away so you can give him a hand job.

“oh, yeah. just like that.” heeseung mumbles as he watch you all occupied with them.

he cannot help but to feel very excited at the view. how your eyes are tear stained yet still do as they say. its giving a satisfaction he couldn’t get from anything. he was certain you’re the only one who can give it to him, to them.

jake chuckes and giggles mischievously while tongue buried deep inside your wet hole. his chin wet with your juices and his saliva. it was heaven for him to see you squirm uncontrollably because of pleasure.

“u-ugh!” your mouth hugs jay’s big dick tighter that made him groan in pleasure, your hand too tightens around heeseung’s. it indicates that you are nearing your first release and they all couldn’t wait.

“are you near, baby?” jay asks, whimpering from his own pleasure.

you nodded continuously, slightly losing your mind at the climax you’ve been anticipating.

“i’m near too, baby. let’s cum together.” jay groans and grind even harder, chasing you.

“give it to me, sweetheart.” jake fucks into your cunt using his two fingers, tongue attached on your hole, waiting for that sweet juice he’s been dying for.

heeseung brushes your hairs off from your face, making sure to fist them so it won’t cover your pretty features. he loves staring and watching you whimper in pleasure. beads of sweat forms on your forehead and his eyes travels down your tits boucing slightly due to jake finger fucking you.

he leans and puts your nipple inside his mouth, sucking and twirling his hot tongue on the tip, making you feel dizzy.

“nghhh,” your thighs shakes and tries to move away from jake’s lips but he held you firm, making sure you have nowhere to go. sucking and taking all of your juices.

the sensation making your eyes rolls at the back of your head. jay, too reached his climax and shoot at the depth of your hot mouth, cursing and growling.

“such a good girl.” he says and leans to give you a kiss on your cheeks. “pretty baby.” he added and placed another kiss.

once done harvesting your cum, jake stood up and licks his lips with a grin on his face.

“get on fours. i’ll fuck you doggystyle.” he says and grabs your hand to help you get up from laying down. he knew you’re still in trance from the recent release.

heeseung gently press your palm to catch your attention. he arched his brows while glancing softly at your direction. jay brushes your hair away and wiped off the sweat.

“you good, angel? still with us?” heeseung asks and help you position yourself.

you nod your head once, head still fuzzy. heeseung chuckles, finding you adorable and kisses your shoulder once.

“you’re so hot, sweetheart.” jake and smacks your butt cheeks. you yelp slightly at the impact. it stings a bit but it oddly feels so good.

jake groans and cupped both your butt and leans in to kiss it, biting it.

“calm down, dude.” jay chuckles and swat his arms which he answered with a giggle.

your ears are still ringing from all of that when a hand started to gather your hair. it was sunghoon and he’s looking at you with slight worry in his eyes.

“i’ll just tie your hair, doll.” you nodded and he did his best to put away those lose hairstrands out of your face.

you smiled at him softly and mumbled ‘thank you’, which you doubt he heard. he sighs and leans in to kiss you once on your lips before walking back near jay.

“perfect. suck my dick this time, okay?” heeseung says and positions himself in front of you.

a small nod is what you gave him and he smirks, pinching your cheeks because he find you cute this way. all submissive and sweaty.

“ready? i’m going in.” jake says from behind and heeseung just nods his head.

you moaned the moment you felt jake pushing his dick inside of you, stretching you in the process. his thick veiny cock slowly disappears. just half of it and he’s already going crazy. he missed this feeling. he missed feeling you around him, suffocating and taking all of his length.

“fuck, you’re so tight.” he groans and couldn’t wait anymore as he did a hard thrust, reaching it deep.

your eyes widen at the sudden visitor making your mouth gap as well. heeseung took this chance to enter your mouth and he let out muffled curses because of how hot your lips feels around him. his brows narrowed closer to each other.

“shit.” he curses and take his time rutting his dick over your mouth. he was fighting back not to go too hard as he wants to go slow.

on the other hand, jake’s the opposite. he’s going fast and deep making you see stars. you tried hard to keep on all fours, but you can feel your knees losing its strength, along with your arms.

as jake started to take it faster, making sure he’s hitting every delicious places inside you, heeseung decided to catch pace with him. the room was filled with your moans and the erotic slapping sounds of your bodies colliding each other.

“i’m f-fucking close...” jake hissed and laid his tongue out sexily. heeseung smirks and gets more aggressive on using your mouth to chase his own orgasm.

“me too.” heeseung.

you moaned and tightens your cunt and lips when you felt your own climax approaching. jake’s breath became more heavy at the pleasure your hole is making him feel.

“fuck you feel so good like this, sweetheart.” he groans and slaps your butt then leans down to kiss your back, making sure to suck on the skin to leave a mark. his mark.

“so good for me.” he says, almost out of breath. “so damn good for all of us.”

and a few more deep thrust, jake released his hot cum inside you. heeseung throws his head back, cumming inside your mouth. the three of you are catching your breaths while he both tries to catch your highs. heeseung strokes your cheeks gently.

your knees gaves in and body collided to heeseung’s soft white sheets. jay steps in and made sure you’re all right.

“tired, angel?” heeseung whispered, smiling while looking at your shut eyes and breathing heavily.

jake pulls out, some of his cum dripping out from your hole. he kneels down to see it more clearly and groans at the sight of it. he licks two of his fingers and slides it in your hole, shoving his cum back. it made you jolt and moan, feeling too much.

he chuckles, “you did good for me, sweets.” his eyes a lot more softer than before. he seems to calm down now.

“we’re not done yet.” heeseung mumbles that you responded with a light groan.

he ignored it and laid back at the edge of his bed, feet touching the floor.

“ride me, angel.” he held your arm to guide you over his lap. you needed some help and the other boys were quick to assist you.

“too t-tired..” you manage to say. heeseung placed a chaste kiss at your cheeks.

“its okay, i’ll do the work.” he assures you.

jake smirks meeting eyes with heeseung. he taps jay’s shoulder and tilted his chin towards the two of you.

“let’s do it, jay.” jake says excitedly. “fuck her other hole.” and he trudges towards heeseung’s side drawer.

sunghoon stood up with furrowed brows.

“what the fuck do you mean? we never tried it before.” he steps in. “are you sure she can handle that today?”

jake rolls his eyes and glanced at his friend for a while. he taps his chest and raised the bottle of lube. “yes. i’m sure our girl can handle it.”

“right, sweets?” he asks you.

you are not at the proper state of mind to respond or comprehend what they’re talking about. your mind is too clouded with pleasure and the overstimulation is taking away your capability to understanding anything.

“angel?” heeseung gently calls you.

“hmm?” you hummed.

he chuckles, “jay and i are going to fuck you at the same time. is that okay?”

jokes on them because you can’t even process anything. a nod is all you gave them. sunghoon gulped, a bit nervous but he can’t deny that he’s also looking forward to it. he’s so sure you’ll look so alluring having both your holes filled.

“see? she’s our big girl.” jake smirks and squats down to prep your hole. they don’t really need a lot of the lube as you’re so wet from what jake just did moments ago and because you’re too aroused.

“damn, so tight.” he mumbles after sliding his index finger inside as a test.

jay gulped, totally salivating. he pushes his friend away and positions himself.

“just make sure to take it slow, man.” sunghoon reminded him, now starting to discard his clothes one by one.

“w-what...” you’re slowly going back to your senses, but it was too late.

heeseung slides his cock inside your pussy as jay puts the tip in front of your butt hole. your eyes slightly grow big and worry flashes your pretty face.

“h-huh?” you’re about to look back when jake cups your face. he smiles sweetly and kisses your lips.

“don’t be scared, sweets. we’ll make sure you will feel good, okay?” his gaze too soft and hypnotizing.

its not that you don’t want it. for the past months that you’ve been under these boys, they’ve already corrupted you. behind those innocent looking eyes you flashes them is the dark desire of having them all to yourself.

sunghoon soon came into your view, “it’ll be all right, doll.” he smiles and held your hand.

“here i come, baby.” jay’s low voice ringed from behind you and as he says, he pushes forward.

“ugh,” you groaned, hurting from the fresh stretch.

heeseung starts to slowly fuck from below you, just to ease some of the pain you’re going through.

“i-it hurts...” your eyes starts tearing up.

sunghoon glared at jake. “did you even put enough lube?” he hissed at his friend.

jake caress your cheeks, “i did! its suppose to hurt, sweets. just like the first time when sunghoon took you.” he reminded with a slight bitterness on his tone.

sunghoon ignored his friend comments and focused on comforting you. he leans in and attached his lips on yours, tongue messily dancing with each other.

“fuck, so tight...” jay groaned, eyes shut from the pleasure of being squeezed inside you.

“her cunt is getting more tighter too, jay. keep going.” heeseung’s brows are narrowed from pleasure.

the sting is still there, but it became more tolerable as heeseung dicks you from below and sunghoon making out with you. eventually, they’re sliding in and out smoothly.

“oh m-my gosh..” your eyes rolled at the back of your head from the intense pleasure you are having.

you cannot describe it. the way their big dicks are drilling you are making you crazy, feels like heaven.

“fuck.” jay and heeseung cursed hardly as they fuck you in sync.

jake salivates just by watching you getting used by them. you look beautiful. you look so hot. and you are his. you belong to them.

“i’m getting close, hyung.” jay growls and kept on rutting his cock inside you.

“me too.” heeseung leans and capture your breast to suck it.

“so good for us. such a good girl.” jay mumbles.

sunghoon pulls away to watch. “fuck.”

“you’re so good, sweetheart.” jake whispers beside your face. you smiles and moans, trying to keep your eyes open to look at him.

your free hand reaches over his handsome face and cares it, “k-kiss me, jake.” his eyes darken and without hesitation he gaves in to your request.

a few moments, jay and heeseung came inside your holes together with you. both of your legs shakes and body collapsing on top of heeseung, panting so hard.

heeseung breaths in, taking your sweet scent. he pulls your face closer to make out as he kept sliding his dick inside, fucking his cum back.

your eyes already closed and almost passing out. he kisses your cheeks and smiles.

“just one more, angel. can you do it for us?” he asks gently.

you nodded your head and he smiles, “good girl.”

sunghoon helps you to get off from heeseung so he can replace him. jake made sure you’re stable enough as you straddle his lap. jay squats to clean you as his, heeseung’s and jake’s cum drips all over the place.

“hey,” sunghoon calls softly and cups both of your cheeks. he tries to search for your eyes.

“just one more, doll.”

you nodded your head, “p-please.”

“please what, pretty?”

“please make me feel g-good.” you look drunk on lust because you’re starting to sound demanding.

the boys chuckles, finding you adorable this way. sunghoon smiles, relieved that you seem to be fine. just exhausted.

“definitely, love.” he whispers. “that’s what we’re all here for, doll. to make you feel good.” and he kissed your cheeks.

jake leans in and kisses your shoulderblades. “i’ll fuck you too, sweets. okay?”

you nodded your head and props your head asking for a kiss. he chuckles and gave in, dropping a quick peck on your swollen lips.

“hold on tight on sunghoon, hmm?” heeseung’s back beside you.

you nodded and placed both of your hands on sunghoon’s broad shoulders. jay went inside the bathroom to start running a warm bath for you.

“i’ll enter now.” sunghoon says and slides inside your pussy.

both of you moaned. jake’s eyes darken as he position himself behind you, his aching tip dying to enter your other hole.

“here i come, sweets.” and smoothly slides in as well. the three of you are a moaning mess.

your mind all blank and you’re starting to see stars already. the two of them fucked you rough and fast, not giving any mercy. the way they rutt their dicks are different from how they console you moments ago. they went fast, like they’re chasing something.

“fuck, pussy so good.” sunghoon moans and kisses your shoulders, he opens his mouth then buries his fangs on your skin. oddly, it added to the pleasure.

“oh shit... so good sweetheart.” jake’s brows draws closer to each other as he focuses on the view of his cock sliding inside your butt hole. it was so hot. the hottest thing he’s ever seen.

it went for a few more minutes. your moans and the skin slapping each other echoes through the whole room. it was so good. so damn good that you almost pass out due to too much pleasure and tiredness.

“i’m cumming.” sunghoon was the first one to announce.

“me too, dude!” jake and he reaches over your clit to rub it.

“nnghh,” you moaned, unable to even utter a single word anymore.

“she’s choking me inside. she’s close, jake. fuck faster.” sunghoon hissed and the two of them did it.

a few more seconds and they shoot their hot cums inside. jake’s panting so hard, so is sunghoon. you completely fall over sunghoon’s body, eyes close shut.

“doll?” sunghoon calls out between his heavy breaths.

you didn’t respond so he slightly pulls away to check on you. he saw you’re already pass out so he smiled and kisses your cheeks gently.

“you did good, doll.” he whispers.

jake pulls out and before cleaning himself, he grabbed the towel from jay and cleaned you. he leans over your face to kiss you softly with a warm smile on his face. “you did so well, sweets.”

jay brushes away some hairs that sticked onto your pretty face, “thank you, baby. you did so well.” he whispers.

sunghoon helped putting you over heeseung’s arms and he walks inside the bathroom where the warm bath is waiting for you.

you groaned, “we’ll just clean you before you rest, angel.” he assured and gently placed you at the bathtub.

you can feel your whole body aching, mind still fuzzy after all you did. despite everything, one question plays inside your mind.

‘what are you for them?’

tricky one too. you’re dying to know, but at the same time you’re scared to find out. most of the times they are mean to you, makes you feel like their toy. but after how they acted moments ago, it raised confusion. a slight hope that they indeed care for you as much as you care for them ignites inside you.

you tried shoving that thought off. you’re too tired. maybe you’ll ask them later. for now, you’re going to rest because they surely pushed you to your limit.

heeseung stares at your pretty face then smiles and caress your cheeks, “you did so well for us, angel.” and kisses you once on your lips.

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Coffee & Cream - L. HS

Pairing: virgin heeseung + virgin female reader!

Warnings: love making, unprotected intimacy, angst, lots of crying, jealously, cursing, verbal and physical abuse, alcohol, blood, violence, assault, injuries, police, pet abuse, pregnancy, lots of fluff, heeseung is adopted, homelessness, slowest of slow burn, fairytale, they both just little softies for each other.

Summary: one chilly night after a long work shift, you’re unfortunately forced to walk home. Cause you left your bag at work, half way through your journey you stumble across a homeless man who you naturally offer money to, and he though he refuses. You give it to him anyway, and down the road, you’ll find that those two dollars changed not only his life but yours as well.

Number of words: 36k+?

Note: Hello, everyone. Here It is, finally. I’m so happy with how it turned out. This is by far my favorite story of all, so I hope you enjoy it. sorry for the long wait; I just wanted it to be perfect, and I think I achieved that. Please, please, please reblog and leave feedback. I put a lot into this, so I’d love to hear all of your opinions. With that being said, thank you all for being patient with me. I present to you

“Coffee & Cream”

Find your way around!

9:03 pm

You were on your way home from work with nothing but the idea of sleep on your mind after the tiresome shift you had just finished working. You walked a few blocks down the road, arriving at the bus stop minutes later. You reached for your bag to get your payment ready, and that's when you realized you had forgotten it at work, which left you with absolutely no money for the bus and instead of going back to the cafe you worked at to get your bag you opted to power through the walk home, even though your feet were killing you. "Come on, y/n, you got this, just a little longer." You gave yourself a pep talk on the way there. It wasn't that long of a walk from the cafe, so you'd be home soon enough. It was just very inconvenient.

You picked up your pace a bit. After all, it was well past nine, and you didn't know what kind of danger you might run into, especially as a woman walking alone at night.

Walking further down the road, you slowed your steps when you saw a man bent over rummaging through a trash bin, and your heart immediately softened.

You assumed he was probably searching for empty cans to collect money or maybe even something to eat, which made you undeniably sad.

You always had a soft spot for the homeless and less fortunate, and whenever you could, you'd always lend them a helping hand, not only cause you would want someone to do the same for you if you were in their situation but also because you were a person with a big heart and you wanted to give back when and wherever you could.

You reached for your bag again to give the man some money, but obviously, it wasn't there cause you had negligently left it at work. "Darn," you sighed softly. You contemplated going back, but by now, they had probably already closed down for the night, and you didn't want to trouble the employees who were cleaning and getting ready to go home.

You patted down all your pockets in search of spare change, and to your luck and the homeless man's luck, you found two whole dollars, which, now that you thought about it, you could have used for the bus, but oh well, it was going to better use now anyways. "Excuse me, sir," you said softly as you walked towards the unknown man. "I know it's not much, but I wanted to give this to you."

"I don't need your help," he replied in a harsh tone, making you frown instantly, you thought he would have been happy to receive the money, but he almost sounded offended that you even offered.

However, you didn't let it get your mood down. You just left the two bills on the bench next to him and continued your journey home.

Heeseung took a glance at your back while you walked home, then at the money you had set down, and as much as he didn't want to, he took the two dollars you gave him cause he knew he'd be looking for bottles and cans till early morning just to get enough to buy himself some dinner for the night.

He zipped up his hoodie and went to the convenience store across the street, grabbing three items off the shelf and paying for them. With the money you gave him, he bought two cups of ramen and a single meat stick.

He walked to the back of the store and prepared the noodles. Once they were done, he sat down in the corner of the store, slurping up the ramen within just a few minutes. He hadn't eaten in three whole days, and he cherished every last bite of that meal. Finally, he could get some peace and quiet without his stomach rumbling every other minute.

Once he finished eating, he left the store, blowing a deep breath into the chilly night air as he headed back to what he called home, which was an alleyway that was only a few blocks from the convenience store.

He whistled down the narrow path, and he couldn't help but smile as he heard the familiar sound of a mental chain rustling against the pavement. "Hey, boy!" He kneeled down in front of his dog, Mylo, who was giving him thousands of little kisses everywhere. "Did you miss me?" Mylo jumped on his lap and licked all over his cheeks excitedly. "Yes, you did," heeseung giggled. "I got you something!" He pulled the beef stick from his pocket, and Mylo's ears perked up at the sound of the plastic being torn. "Here you go, buddy!" Mylo was absolutely ravenous, and ten seconds didn't even pass before the whole thing was completely devoured.

Heeseung couldn't help but feel bad as Mylo sniffed the empty packaging, searching for more food. "I'm sorry, Buddy, that's all there is". Mylo let out a sad whimper, nudging the empty plastic with his nose, and his ears drooped down when he realized there was nothing left. "I know, I know, come here." heeseung wrapped Mylo up in his arms, stroking his back while he hugged him. "Don't be sad, buddy. Daddy's got an interview in a few days, and we'll be off the street in no time. You'll have more dog treats than you even know what to do with promise," Mylo's eyes lit up at the mention of dog treats, one of the few words he actually understood. "Yeah, you like the idea of that, huh?" Heeseung said with a chuckle, reaching into his dingy bag and grabbing Mylo's makeshift dog bowl, which was made of a gallon jug with the top half cut off. He filled it with some sink water he got from the convenience store and served it to Mylo. "Drink up," he said, lying down on his sleeping bag. He released a deep sigh while Mylo lapped up his water.

Heeseung wasn't always homeless, but that didn't mean his life was any better than it was out here on the streets.

After all, being adopted into an abusive family wasn't his ideal childhood, nor was it an experience that he wished for; nevertheless, he didn't have a choice but to live with them after his biological parents so willingly gave him away.

He doesn't know why his real parents would have a child and then just throw them into the world to grow up with complete strangers.

A part of him wanted to know why, but he wasn't ready for the truth cause he was afraid that the answer would be far from good.

He knew he wouldn't be able to accept it, knowing that his parents had him by mistake, or maybe he would just be a burden to them, or maybe they abandoned him cause they just didn't love him.

No matter the reason, he was too scared to find out, so he convinced himself that maybe they just didn't have money to feed an extra mouth, or maybe his parents were too busy and they gave him to an adoption center so he could find a loving family that would take care of him.

Those all sounded better than all the previous options, so as the years passed by, he never resented his parents for giving him up for adoption. Instead, he created a good image of them in his head and believed strongly that no matter where they were, they were thinking about him and loving him from afar.

And that positivity is what kept him going for so long. It's what made him the man he is today. Well, that and Mylo.

Even growing up with adoptive parents who abused him, he always looked on the bright side, but he could only take so much, and after the verbal abuse turned physical, he walked out without looking back. There was no way he could stay there. The only thing he took with him was his dog Mylo, who was always by his side through thick and thin.

Heeseung remembers the first and only time when his father hit him. He was playing around the house with his basketball ball, and being a careless young kid having fun, he accidentally threw the ball across the living room and shattered his father's 75" TV. As soon as the TV hit the floor, he knew that he was in big trouble, so he ran to the dining room and hid under the kitchen table, attempting to hide from his dad. Needless to say, that wasn't much of a shelter cause his dad easily yanked the chairs from the table and pulled him out by his leg.

He remembers crying in fear and apologizing over and over again. He begged his father not to hit him, but his dad didn't listen, and he pulled his belt from the loops on his pants, whipping him countless times with the leather, leaving large welts all over his small arms and legs. "No wonder your parents gave you up. You're nothing but a useless pain in the ass," his dad yelled at him as he continued hitting him.

That incident is how heeseung found out that he was adopted in the first place, and he cried even harder as he laid there and took every blow, too shocked by the devastating news to even fight back.

Soon, the blows came to a sudden stop, and he heard Mylo growling. Everything had happened so fast, and before he knew it, Mylo was biting his dad on his arm, sinking his large fangs and puncturing his dad's flesh. "Ow, get off me, you stupid dog!" His dad then turned to Mylo and kicked him in the stomach, sending him flying across the room and making him whimper in pain. "I'm not done with you, you hear me." he pointed his finger in the crying boy's face, and little did anyone know that would be the last time heeseung saw his family.

Mylo ran over to heeseung, nudging his cheek with his muzzle.

Heeseung overheard his dad calling his mother, and that's when he used the chance to escape. He ran out the front door with Mylo and his leash, and that was the start of his homelessness.

But he didn't have a choice. It was either to get abused or run away, and running away seemed like the safer option.

Despite being homeless, he wouldn't change his mind about the decision he made all those years ago. Living out here was hard, but living with people who were supposed to love you but treated you like you were less than human was harder than anything he'd ever faced in his entire life. He expected that from strangers, not family.

Once Mylo finished his water, he snuggled up next to heeseung, licking his cheek a few times before resting his head on his chest. "Goodnight, boy." heeseung kissed his head and shielded him from the cold air with his shaggy hoodie. Today was rough, but at least they had food in their stomachs, and at this point, Heeseung couldn't ask for more as he closed his eyes and drifted off to sleep.

☕️.

"Can this place get any busier?" You said to yourself as you heard the doorbell ring, indicating that more customers were flooding into the small cafe.

"I'd say so," your co-worker Sunghoon replied as a group of students came bustling through the very busy doors one after the other. "No break for us" he chuckled and made his way over to the cash register.

"Tell me about it," you say as you finish cleaning the dishes and get everything ready to prepare the nonstop orders coming in.

A few minutes later, sunghoon came to the back, dragging his feet with his shoulders slumped. "Can you take orders for me, and I'll make them? I think my head is going to explode if I hear iced Americano one more time." he sighed and rubbed his temples in exhaustion. "Where's Niki when you need him?"

“Off enjoying his vacation remember?” You chuckled softly. "Hang in there." You pat his shoulder. "Only five more hours," you say, adding to his misery.

"Now, why would you remind me? Like seriously, what is wrong with you?" He glared at you, but you knew he was only kidding, partially anyway.

You giggled at his expression on your way out of the back to switch places with him and take orders.

That's just the relationship you had with each other day in and day out. Joking about each other's misery was what got you through the long and dreadful days of working at the cafe; some days were good, some days were bad, and some days, like today, were the definition of hell.

Surprisingly enough, it came to an end much sooner than you had both expected, but the time does fly when you're busy. "We don't get paid enough for this," Sunghoon grumbled while wiping down the last table as it was now closing time.

"But it pays the bills," you chimed as you cleared the register.

"That it does," he hummed. "I'll finish closing for the night. You should head home before it gets any darker," he advises, knowing you normally walk or take the bus home.

"Aww, sunghoon, you're the best," you squeal. "You're always so considerate."

"Yeah, yeah," he mumbles, but you could tell deep down he was happy by the little smile forming on his lips.

"Lunch is on me tomorrow. You can get anything you want," You promise.

"I'm holding you to it!" he shouted so you could hear him in the back as you gathered your belongings, not forgetting your bag like the last time.

"See you tomorrow!" You waved on your way out.

"See you, y/n. Be safe." he waved bye after he let you out and locked the doors behind you.

You shivered as the cold wind blew across your face. It was chilly but somehow refreshing after being cooped up all day. You breathed in the night air and decided to walk home again instead of taking the bus after your busy day. Tonight, you would like to take a break from being surrounded by so many people.

You took the same sidewalk home as before, and just like last night, you saw the same man from yesterday digging in another garbage bin.

You automatically reached inside your purse and took out the first bill you found, which just so happened to be twenty dollars. Despite the questionable pay at the cafe, you did make great money in tips, so twenty dollars was really nothing to fret about for you. "Here you go, sir," you said politely.

Heeseung turned around at the sound of a familiar voice, and he saw you standing there, extending your hand out to him with a twenty-dollar bill. He knew you were the same girl from last night cause of your work attire. He couldn't understand why you were trying to help him. Most people didn't even look his way, let alone give him any change when he begged for it, so why were you? Especially after the way he treated you last night.

He looked at you, a blank expression on his face while you smiled genuinely and beckoned him to take the money.

Before heeseung could tell you off, Mylo's ears perked up at the sound of your voice, and he jumped off the bench to greet you, nearly tackling you in the process. "Woah! Where did you come from?" You giggled as he slobbered all over your face. You didn't mind it at all. You had a German shepherd at home, and she was the same exact way every time you got back home from work. "What's your name, Hmm?" You talked to him in a cutesy voice while you patted his head, searching for a name tag, but you frowned when you didn't see one.

"Mylo!" Heeseung said sternly and tried to tug him back, but he wouldn't listen. Usually, He was a very well-trained and well-behaved dog, but sometimes, even Heeseung couldn't get him to listen. "I'm so sorry," heeseung said to you as he grabbed Mylo by his collar and held him back.

"It's quite alright. Nice meeting you, Mylo." You waved to him while heeseung held him back. "Here, take it." You extended your hand once again, giving him the twenty-dollar bill.

"I'm fine," heeseung declined rudely and turned around, getting ready to walk back home empty-handed.

"You may be fine, but what about that guy? A big dog like him, I'm sure he's hungry all the time," you reasoned cause you could literally feel his spine when you were petting him, and you're sure he probably needed to eat even more than your shepherd and that's saying a lot considering she ate pretty heartily.

Heeseung took a peek at Mylo, and you were right. He was huge, and Heeseung knew he wasn't getting half the nutrition he needed, especially with the fall coming soon, so he reluctantly took the cash. It was humiliating to accept help from others, but he swallowed his pride for Mylo's sake. "Say thank you," heeseung said to Mylo, and he walked towards you, brushing his head against your leg before going back to heeseung's side, panting softly and waging his tail excitedly.

You smiled at how well he was trained. Your dog definitely wasn't as well behaved as him. She was actually clumsy and quite the opposite. "Well, have a good night," you said to heeseung, and he just nodded his head. "And you too, Mylo." You continued your short walk home, and once you arrived, you could hear your fluffy friend barking and scratching from outside the door. "Hi!" You said excitedly as you opened the door and greeted her. 

She sniffed you intensely. At first, you were confused by her odd behavior, but realized that she was probably smelling Mylo's strong scent on you. She looked at you and tilted her head to the side with what you assumed to be curiosity. "Yeah, I met a dog just like you," you said in a baby voice. "He was big and brown and cute." She sat down in front of you, wagging her tail excitedly. "And his name is Mylo…" you trailed off as you thought about the similarities in their names. "Mylo and Myla, what a coincidence," you said as you walked over to your kitchen and refilled her food and water bowls. "Maybe you two could meet sometime," you said out loud, but she paid no attention to you as she dug into her food straight away. "Oh, I see, you're too good for boys, huh?" You laughed and patted her head before going to your living room and plopping down on the couch. "What is there to watch?" you scrolled through endless shows, and before something piqued your interest, you had dozed off on the couch with the TV still on.

☕️.

Later that same night, heeseung went to the convenience shop and bought some proper food for Mylo. "Wait here," he said to Mylo and tied his leash to the bike rack outside before going into the store. 

Once he grabbed the bag of dog food, he went straight to the register to pay, not without getting a judging look from the cashier first, but that was nothing new to him. If the number of glares he received were in the form of a dime, he'd be rich.

Kind of ironic.

"Your total is 8,59$" the cashier mumbled, and heeseung handed him the twenty dollar bill that you had given to him.

He looked out the store window while he was getting rung up and saw a group of boys surrounding the bike rack where he'd left Mylo. He stretched his neck to see if anything was happening, and he heard loud barking just a few seconds later. "Mylo!" He gasped in panic and ran out of the store immediately. All of the kids quickly scattered and ran near some bushes at the back of the store where they couldn't be spotted. "Hey!" Heeseung called out to them, but he didn't see the direction where they had all run off to. He just hoped they were long gone from the area. "Are you okay, buddy?" He bent down worriedly, checking Mylo for any injuries, and breathed a sigh of relief when he found none, but unfortunately, they had cut big patches out of his fur, destroying his lovely coat. "Oh, thank god," he whispers, hugging Mylo tightly while on his knees. "You're too nice, boy. You should have bit the crap out of 'em" he laughed quietly and stroked his back. "I'll be right back, okay?"

He quickly ran back into the store to grab the food and his change, making sure to check the window every second in case the kids came back. "Time to go home and have dinner." heeseung left the store and unhooked Mylo's leash, walking him across the street to the alleyway they stayed at. Little did he know the same kids from the earlier saw exactly where he and Mylo went.

"Look what I got!" He said excitedly while pouring Mylo a bowl of kibble. "Eat up." heeseung patted his head, a gentle smile gracing his lips as he watched Mylo digging in. "It's good, huh?" He chuckled. "Yeah, it is."

After Mylo ate, heeseung spent the rest of the night cuddling with him and singing him many different songs until they both drifted off to sleep together.

☕️.

You awoke to your face being licked and slobber wetting your cheeks, and, of course, you knew who the culprit was. "Good morning to you, too, myla." You sat up and stretched, looking at the time and seeing that you overslept for the millionth time this week. "Are you kidding me?" You rubbed your eyes tiredly. "Myla, why did you let me oversleep?" You played with her floppy ears, and she just wagged her tail, not understanding a lick of what you were saying.

You did your morning routine faster than the speed of light, and you spilled not only water but her kibble as well in your hurry so as not to be late for work. "Sorry, myla, see you later!" After you left, she curled up by the front door and huffed out a breath, missing you already.

You made it to work right on time, and the store was packed just like yesterday. Your brain was scattered from it still being early in the morning, but as soon as you punched in, you somehow managed to put on your apron, compose yourself, and take orders efficiently.

You knew the day would be a long, tiring one.

☕.

"Wait for me here, Buddy, and don't be noisy. Daddy will be back soon, okay?" Mylo sat down obediently while heeseung shielded him from the wind and made his way out of the alley.

He went to the nearest bus stop and waited impatiently for the bus to arrive. About five minutes later, he bought a ticket and was boarding to head to his job interview.

He took his seat and looked outside the window, enjoying the ride and scenery. Riding the bus definitely beats walking, but he didn’t have the luxury to ride it every day; he would only take the bus on special occasions like today.

Fifteen minutes later, the bus stopped and dropped him off at his designated location.

He walked into the tall building, taking one long breath, preparing himself for the interview before going to the restrooms to freshen himself up.

He quickly brushed his teeth as best as he could without a toothbrush and washed his face with hand soap from the dispenser. He sighed at his dingy appearance. Dark eye bags, unruly hair, and a scruffy face stared back at him in the reflection. "You can do this," he mumbled to himself and turned off the water, slicking his hair back with his fingers and changing into a cleaner shirt he kept in his backpack.

He exited the bathroom and went to the front desk to inform the receptionist of his upcoming interview. "Hi, my name is heeseung. I have an interview at four thirty with Mrs. Kim," he spoke softly to the receptionist as she typed in some information and made a phone call. "Take a seat anywhere you like, and she'll be right with you, sir."

"Thank you." heeseung smiled politely and took a seat.

A few moments later, a woman looking to be in her mid-forties approached him. "Hi! You must be heeseung?" She asked, extending her hand for him to shake.

"Y-yes, hello," heeseung replied nervously.

"Right this way." She led him to the back where her office was and shut the door behind him. "Have a seat." She sat down after him, leafing through some files. "Mmm," she frowned when she didn't see a resume under his name.

Heeseung gulped, nervously bouncing his leg up and down.

"I'm not seeing your resume." She looked through more documents and still came up with nothing.

"I uhh don't have any prior experience, ms." he looked down at his lap; whatever confidence he had completely disappeared at that moment.

"Well, you must have some prior experience in the work field. Tell me about your previous jobs." She closes the folder and places it on her desk, looking at him with a smile.

"This is the first time I've ever been interviewed," he said quietly. "I've never worked before."

Heeseung shifted uncomfortably when she looked over his appearance. "First time for everything, I suppose. What about school? Did you get a GED or graduate?"

"No, ms" he shook his head, and he had a bad feeling about what was going to come next.

Ms Kim let out a long sigh and rested back in her chair. "Well, heeseung, I'm sure you're a fine young man, but without any credentials, I simply cannot hire you for this job because we require a high level of education along with years of experience with very few exceptions in between,"

"But ms, please, I need this job. I can learn if you just give me a chance, I promise," he pleads.

"I'm sorry, but our company policies state otherwise. If it were up to me, I'd give you a shot, but-"

"You don't understand I need this job. I'll do anything, please, I beg of you," he says, desperation seeping into his tone.

"I'm sorry heeseung-"

"Sorry isn't going to fix my situation!" He raised his voice. "I can't live out there anymore. Do you hear me? I need to get off the street. It's not safe for me or my dog."

"Sir-"

"Please, ms! I have nothing! Can't you see?" He begged desperately, tears gathering in his eyes cause this was the one opportunity he needed to get on his feet, and he could feel it slipping out of his grasp.

Ms Kim had already hit the security button under her desk, and heeseung was being held back by his arms within seconds. "Get off me. I'm not doing anything wrong, ms Kim. Please give me a chance. I'll do anything." Tears rolled down his face as he got escorted out of the building by security. Once they had kicked him out, he ran his fingers through his hair in frustration. "Fuck!" He yelled and punched the side of the building, gaining the attention of the other citizens passing by, but he didn't care.

"Just fucking great," he said once he cooled down a bit and took a look at his wounded hand. He trudged down the sidewalk, completely demotivated, as he returned to the bus stop. "No job, no money, and an injured hand," he mumbled to himself on the way there, and he hung his head low while boarding the bus. "At least Mylo's waiting for me at home," he says, trying to look on the bright side of his very, very shitty day.

He stepped off the bus when it came to a complete stop. He was about to walk home, but his stomach growled. He tried to ignore it, but after he took another step, it happened again and again and again.

He supposed he should probably get something to eat cause it has been a full day without food, and he knew his stomach wouldn't stop until he got some type of nutrition in his body. Thankfully, he still had eleven dollars and some change from the money you'd given him the other night, so he could make good use of that.

He took in his surroundings; there was a small cafe a few blocks away, and he could definitely use a coffee to boost his rotten mood.

☕️.

You finally got a break between customers, but soon enough, the bell rang again, and you saw a man walk in. You did a double take, and if your eyes weren't mistaken, it was the homeless man you had been giving money to the past few nights. He looked a little better today, which made you smile brightly before walking to the register to take his order. "Hello sir, what can I get started on for you?" You asked politely and awaited his order.

He finally made eye contact with you and recognized that you were the girl who had been giving him money the past few nights. "I'll have a small black coffee and a breakfast sandwich, please." he places his order.

You nodded with a smile and gave him his total. "That will be 6.03$." 

He reached into his pocket, searching for the money, and his brows creased in confusion when he only saw a five and some change. It didn't take long for him to realize what had happened at the store last night. He didn't look at his cash back before leaving and must've been shorted on his change. "That fucker” he mumbled under his breath, and that was the last straw for him today.

"It's on me, so don't worry about it," you said kindly when you saw he didn't have enough money to pay, but it was fine. You'd be more than happy to pay for his meal and make his day just a little bit easier on him.

"I already told you I don't need your fucking help!" He yelled, drawing attention to himself at the register. "Just mind your own fucking business and leave me alone. I'm pathetic enough; I don't need your pity." You flinched at his harsh tone, and he turned away from the register, storming out of the cafe, leaving you shocked and rendered speechless.

"What a fucking psycho," Sunghoon said, appearing from the back after hearing all the ruckus upfront. "Sorry, I couldn't come sooner. Are you okay?" He asked and patted your back comfortingly.

"Y-yeah, just a little startled, that's all." You blinked a few times to try and collect yourself from the homeless man's sudden outburst.

"Do you know him? What did he mean by not wanting your help?" Sunghoon asked curiously.

"I… don't want to talk about it right now." Sunghoon immediately backed off when he saw the uncomfortable look on your face.

"Hey, why don't you take a break? It's slowed down a bit, so I can handle the register," He offers.

"Thanks, hoon," you said with a small smile, still a bit miffed by what just happened.

☕.

"Hey, Mylo," heeseung mumbled. Once he returned home, Mylo perked up, greeting him with kisses immediately. "No kisses for me today, Buddy. Daddy's been a very bad man," he sighed and laid on his sleeping bag, trying to close his eyes and sleep. However, it was far too noisy at this time of day, and his stomach still wouldn't stop growling, but after the shit day he had, he didn't feel like going out to eat or search for cans.

Time seemed to pass by slower than ever, especially with the mood he was in, but at least Mylo seemed happy eating his kibble.

He thought about everything that happened earlier today, and no matter what, he couldn't get the look of your startled face out of his head or the way he unintentionally harassed ms Kim. He's lucky he just got kicked out and nothing more. "I'm such an asshole" heeseung covered his face with his palms sighing out loud.

Mylo nudged his elbow, but Heeseung still wouldn't budge. He kept his face down as tears gathered in his eyes.

Today was probably the worst day he'd ever had, and everything just kept piling up on him day by day.

He couldn't see the light at the end of the tunnel. Hell, there wasn't even a tunnel at this point, and if Mylo wasn’t with him, he probably would have given up a long time ago.

His adoptive dad was right.

He was useless.

After his breakdown, the sun had set, and he was finally able to get some sleep once the lively city died down, but not for long.

Heeseung woke up later that night from the feeling of something touching him and disturbing his sleep. "Mylo?" He said groggily, and his eyes couldn't even adjust before he felt a hard kick on his stomach, making him groan in pain. 

"Wakey wakey asshole," Heeseung popped up but was instantly thrown back down and kicked in the chest multiple times. He tried to lift his fist, but someone had him pinned down arm by arm, and he was absolutely defenseless.

The last thing he heard was Mylo's barking before he passed out from a brutal blow to the face.

He woke up at god knows what time to Mylo sitting on top of him and nuzzling his face into his neck. "Thank goodness you're okay." heeseung hugged Mylo tightly, breathing a sigh of relief, as Mylo whimpered at his owner's tattered face and poor condition. "Don't be sad. Daddy's fine. I can take a hit, you know that." 

Heeseung tried his best to stand up but he underestimated his injuries. "Ow! fuck!” he grimaced in pain as he fell back down, coughing uncontrollably from all the hits he took right in the center of his frail chest.

There was no way he could go back to sleep like this and possibly get into even more danger, and he couldn't waste a whole night without looking for any form of money, and Mylo's food was already running dangerously low.

He willed himself to stand up after a minute, and he untied Mylo, hobbling down the alleyway and getting ready to go on his nightly hunt for money.

Halfway down the street, he had to sit down and take a breather on one of the benches because the pain had started to really set in. "Daddy needs a minute." he tugged Mylo's collar, and he came back, sitting next to heeseung on the bench. "We're going to get lucky tonight, boy, I just know it." even though he knew his words held no real stock, he said them out loud to reassure and convince himself to believe those words were true just so he could keep going.

He heard the sound of footsteps growing nearer, and he quickly got off the bench just in case the stranger would start any conflict. He was in no shape, or form to defend himself or Mylo after getting beat up so badly.

"Hey," you said, causing him to stop in his tracks when he heard your familiar voice.

He turned around and saw you standing there with a hardened expression, a bag in your left hand, and a coffee cup in your other. "Y-yes?" He answered softly, almost like he was scared of being scolded by you and ashamed to face you after what he did today.

"Despite you being rude earlier, I still got this for you." You showed him the two items in your hand. It was the exact order that he had placed earlier in the afternoon. "I thought about not even getting it for you, honestly, but before I misjudged you, I thought maybe you were just having a bad day," you said kindly, even though you were still kinda angry with him. "So, in case you are having a bad day, I bought this for you, hoping it'd turn your bad day into a good one." 

He was hesitant about accepting help from you, but he decided to accept it this time since he rudely declined earlier.

He tried to grab the items from you, but he winced in pain. You frowned at the sight of clear discomfort on his face, and when he stepped a bit closer to you, the light from the street lamp hit his face just right. You could see bruises and cuts everywhere on his swollen face.

You gasped quietly as he took the items from your hands, and you didn't have time to react before he turned around and walked away. "Wait!" You stopped him and reached into your purse. "Here," you said, handing him a bag of dog treats you had bought earlier for the express purpose of giving them to Mylo.

"Thank you," he muttered. Mylo barked excitedly, knowing exactly what it was, and wagged his tail while sniffing the bag. "Let's go home, boy," he tugged on Mylo's leash, but he didn't budge. Heeseung looked behind his shoulder and saw Mylo rolling around at your feet, and you had ducked down to give him a belly rub. "Mylo!" Heeseung called to him sternly, and he retreated back to heeseung's side with a displeased yelp. "Let's go." with that, heeseung limped along the sidewalk, and you sighed sadly. He looked fine earlier, but now he looked bloody and bruised, and you didn't miss the bald patches on Mylo's back. You assumed someone had assaulted them, and your heart ached at the thought. You couldn't imagine how hard that must have been for them, and you couldn't even begin to imagine how scared they both were.

You knew he told you to mind your business, but how could you do it when he looked like he could barely even walk?

You sighed as you walked back home. You unlocked your door and were instantly greeted by Myla. "Hi, girly!" You said happily, and she nearly tackled you in excitement and started licking all over your face.

You smiled happily, but a few seconds later, it turned to a frown as you remembered poor little Mylo. He looked so excited to see new faces, and you couldn't help but think about how he and Myla would get along. They were both German shepherds and had the same playful personality, plus she would love the company.

Your thoughts wandered to what the homeless man's personality was. He seemed cold and harsh and mean, even a little scary, but with a sweetheart of a dog like that, you figured there had to be more layers to the mystery man.

Your thoughts went far beyond that, and you started thinking about if he was always homeless, what his story was, and how he got to be who he is today.

Strangely enough, your thoughts went to an even more personal place, and you found yourself thinking of how he looked when he entered the cafe. He was fairly tall. He had a slender build and quite a handsome face.

You shook your head, erasing that thought from your mind cause who the heck thinks like that about someone they don't even know? "Sleep, that's what I need, sleep." You slapped your cheeks lightly, convincing yourself that you were just tired, and that's why you were having such irrational thoughts so late at night.

But even as you laid your head on your pillow to go to sleep for the night, your mind was still stuck on the guy with the Shepard named Mylo.

☕.

Heeseung was more than floored when he ate the food you had bought for him. It was delicious, the best thing he's had in years. He doesn't know if it was cause you gave it to him or maybe it's just cause he was so hungry, who knows. "She's a nice girl, isn't she Mylo?" Heeseung said as he fed him the dog treats you had bought. "I can tell you like her." he chuckled and took a sip of the hot black coffee. "I like her too." Mylo tilted his head at the sudden change in heeseung's tone. It was a fond one, something neither of them was used to hearing. "What is it?" Mylo cut his eyes at heeseung and turned back to eating his treats. "Why are you looking at me like that? It's not like I like her like that or anything." heeseung put his hands up in defense as if Mylo actually understood what was being said. "What am I even saying?" he smiled, embarrassed as he caught himself thinking about you for no apparent reason. "She's just a nice girl," he convinces himself that that's all he thought of you.

Even if he did like you more than that, who is he kidding? He couldn't be a good boyfriend, let alone a man. He had no way to provide for you, no car, no job, no money, just his bummy self, and what girl would want someone useless like that?

He sighed at the thought as a feeling of loneliness crept up on him slowly but surely; nevertheless, he shook it off. He had Mylo, his best friend, and that was enough. Besides, he had enough things to worry about, and a relationship wasn't one. "No more treats, you're gonna get sick," he said as he took the bag of treats away from Mylo. He put them inside the brown bag you had given him earlier, and his eyes nearly bulged from his head when he saw a bunch of bills in the bottom of the bag that he somehow hadn't noticed until now, but he supposed he was so excited about eating that he barely even looked.

He excitedly dumped the cash on the ground and counted it as a hundred dollars in small bills. "We're rich, Mylo!" He jumped up from his sleeping bag, and Mylo, just as excited, stood up on his hind legs, putting his paws on his owner's shoulders. "We're rich, we're rich," he sang happily while dancing with Mylo. "We're rich, we're rich, we're rich." nothing but excited barks and laughter came from the alleyway as heeseung's and Mylo's night came to a very sweet end.

☕️.

For the next few weeks, you gave the homeless man and Mylo dinner. You got a free meal from the cafe every day, so it was nothing for you anyway. Plus, you were more than happy to do it for him even if you did have to pay for it. The genuine smile on his face was worth more than any dollar bill in the world. "Goodnight, Mylo," you said in the same baby voice that you used for Myla, and heeseung did his best to hold back a laugh, but nevertheless, he thought it was adorable.

"Say bye-bye, Mylo," heeseung said after a couple minutes of letting him play with you.

For the first time since you saw them, he actually seemed to be in a good mood, and it put you in a good mood, too. "Goodnight, mystery man," you said playfully.

He merely nodded and smiled before he walked back home.

☕️.

"He is kinda cute, and his smile is so sweet," you talked to yourself while you lay in bed after getting home later that night, still feeling giddy after the small yet sweet moment with the homeless man down the street.

Myla was sitting at the edge of the bed, just staring at you while you lay there with a smile on your face, reliving earlier events. "Hey, don't judge me," you pointed your finger in her face. "I'm sure you'd like Mylo too," you argued, and she still just stared at you. "Hey, I'm not the one sleeping on a jacket with his scent on it," you smiled proudly while Myla nuzzled her face into the jacket more. "You're so cute," you giggled and shut your lamp off, drifting to sleep, and it was no surprise who was on your mind before you closed your eyes.

☕️.

Heeseung's life at the moment is better than it has ever been, all thanks to you. He didn't have to be out late at night searching for money or food cause you had been providing him with it every day, and he was so thankful for that, more than words could even express, but the least he could do was go see you and apologize properly for the way he treated you in the beginning.

Finally, he could afford the basics that he needed. 

Recently, he bought a new outfit, a simple white shirt, blue jeans, and a toothbrush and toothpaste to brush his teeth.

A few days later, he went to a rest stop and took a shower after what felt like years. It was quite far from him, but it was definitely worth the bus ride. 

Once he was finished cleaning up, he couldn't help but smile at his appearance. When he saw his reflection in the mirror, he felt like a new man completely. He took the bus back home to get Mylo's approval first before going to the cafe to see you. "Okay, today is the day, Buddy. How do I look?" Heeseung asked Mylo as he did a little spin.

"Woof woof!" Mylo rubbed himself on heeseung's leg, giving what heeseung could only take as his approval.

"I'll be back soon, alright? You know the drill, okay? No noise." he rubbed Mylo's cheeks one last time before starting his journey to see you.

He decided to walk instead of wasting money on the bus because the walk was about ten minutes, give or take, and he was no stranger to walking.

The cafe bell rang, making you pop your head up, looking at the customer who entered, and you smiled in surprise when you saw handsome, or at least that's what you referred to him as in your head cause you still hadn't gotten his name yet. 

"I'll take it," Sunghoon immediately interjected when he recognized the same man who came in a few weeks ago and yelled at you.

"It's okay, hoon, I got it," you assured him.

"Sure?" He asked one more time.

"Positive, we worked it out," you whispered, and sunghoon gave Heeseung one last look before walking away. "Hello!" You greeted him happily.

"H-hi," heeseung scratched the back of his neck awkwardly. You didn't even notice his stutter cause you were too focused on taking in his beauty in the daylight. "I-I just came here to apologize for the other day and all the trouble I caused. I was having a terrible day, and everything just kinda came tumbling down on me at once, and I know that's not an excuse to act the way I did. That's not like me at all, but yeah, I'm really sorry," he said sincerely.

He couldn't help but blush when you smiled at him so brightly. "Apology accepted…?" You trailed off, not knowing what to address him by.

"Oh! Heeseung, I'm heeseung," he chuckled after his initial awkward pause.

"Nice to finally meet you, mystery man." he chuckled at the nickname you'd given him.

"You too.." he squinted his eyes at your name tag. "Y/n," he said softly. There was another awkward pause before he cleared his throat. "I uhh also wanted to thank you for all you've done, and I'm f-forever grateful, but you don't have to." 

"It's no problem," you told him truthfully, still admiring his looks. He looked so much healthier and happier than when you first met him, and that made you feel so warm inside, knowing you were assisting him in getting back on his feet.

"But-" he tried to protest, but you shut it down right away.

"Would you like to order anything" you cut him off before he could argue.

He dropped his shoulders in defeat. By now, he knew you wouldn't take no for an answer. "I guess I'll have a black coffee," his stomach grumbled on cue, letting you know he wanted more than just a coffee.

"Black coffee and a breakfast sandwich. Anything else?"

"No, mam," he laughed and reached for the money in his back pocket, but you had already cashed him out and went behind the counter to prepare his order.

Heeseung sighed softly. He had a tough time accepting your generosity, but he couldn't lie. It was so much nicer to finally have someone to rely on instead of doing literally everything on his own. Because of you, he could get more sleep. His dog was well-fed, and so was he.

He supposed if he thought about it long enough, he had taken all the burden on himself to provide cause no one on the street would even give him a dime, and when that happened, he turned his back on people just like his parents turned their backs on him. He took on all one hundred percent of the responsibility and made a living for Mylo and himself.

So when you showed him sympathy or kindness, he didn't know how to react cause it was a foreign concept to him. He just got upset and thought you were feeling pity for him, which made him feel weak and incapable of doing it alone. But, after getting to know you for a while, he was able to open up to the idea of getting help cause, to him, it seemed like you genuinely wanted to lend him a helping hand, not just cause you felt sorry for him, but cause you actually cared and that's all he's ever wanted was to be seen, heard, and cared for, and well, here you are, doing all that for him and so much more.

You were smiling absentmindedly as you put a free pastry in his bag along with his sandwich. "You're in rare form today," Sunghoon chimed.

"Hmm," you hummed in agreement, neatly packing heeseung's food. 

"Wouldn't have anything to do with a certain handsome customer, would it?" He teased.

"Nope, nothing at all," you lied, and Sunghoon could see right through it.

"Sureeeeeee," you both came out from the back, and you slapped sunghoons shoulder playfully as he teased you.

"I don't blame you." he put his hands up In defense with a chuckle.

"What a lucky guy," heeseung muttered to himself, watching the interaction between you and your co-worker as he went to the register after you called his order number.

"Enjoy!" You smiled and handed him a smaller cup with whipped cream in it, and you wrote Mylo's name on the cup with little hearts surrounding it.

Heeseung smiled at the adorable treat you prepared for his furry friend. "Thank you," he said while chuckling. "You're definitely gonna be his new favorite after this." 

"With an owner like you, I'm sure that's impossible," you replied and only realized how flirty that sounded after it came out, but you didn't regret it when you saw him smile shyly.

"O-oh," he laughed awkwardly, and a blush crept up his neck. "T-thanks," he stutters.

"Of course! Have a good day, heeseung, and be safe, okay?" you smile.

"Yes, mam," he saluted and bid you goodbye. As soon as he got a block down the street, he had to lean against the wall and take a breather cause he was literally shaking with nerves. "Gosh, she's so beautiful," he breathed out with a hand resting on his racing heart.

"With an owner like you, I'm sure that's impossible." Sunghoon mimicked your tone after listening to your guy's whole conversation while he "cleaned" the tables.

"Shut it, hoon," you said, smiling uncontrollably.

"Yes, mam," he said while laughing and putting emphasis on mam. "Well, aren't you guys just so cute? "

"Stop it, or I'm leaving you here if you don't knock it off," you threatened playfully.

"You might as well. It's dead as hell, and we only have a few hours till closing," he suggested with a shrug of his shoulders.

"Are you sure?" He nodded without a second thought. "I'll stay another hour and help you clean, and then I'll go deal?"

"Deal and oh, tell me all about this enemies-to-lovers trope. One day, you're fighting, and the next, you're flirting," he laughs.

"We're not flirting!" You buried your head in your hands, totally embarrassed, but you can't lie. You did want to talk about the little crush you had on heeseung.

☕️.

“Hey, buddy! Did you miss me?” Heeseung giggled, kneeling down and nearly getting pounced on as soon as he offered Mylo his treat. “Yeah, she’s definitely your favorite,” he says, plopping down on his sleeping bag and grabbing his own food from the brown paper bag. “Delicious as always,” he says after the first bite. “Mylo, I think your daddy’s in love,” he smiles to himself, feeling full cause of your kindness alone, and he would definitely cherish this peaceful moment for years to come.

Thanks to your amazing friend and co-worker, Sunghoon, you could go home early once again while he stayed behind and closed up for the night. One of these days, you were definitely gonna have to return the favor.

You took the bus home this time cause you were extra tired that evening. The sun had begun to set, and it was a bit chilly outside, so you were enjoying the warm ride home. You smiled as you passed the bench where you first met heeseung. 

You were lost in thought about your guy's first encounter until you saw something in the corner of your eye. You turned and looked down the alleyway where heeseung stayed. You may or may not have watched him occasionally just to ensure he got home safely.

You smiled and looked a little more closely, hoping to catch a peek at him even though you had already seen him today, but what you saw made your smile drop altogether, and your heart raced with nothing but fear. “Stop the bus!” You screamed to the driver and they immediately halted after hearing your panicked shrill.

You ran out of the bus and down the alleyway without thinking twice about the dangers you might face. “Hey!” You yelled on instinct, gaining the attention of the group of teenagers that you saw from the bus. A few of them stood up and started walking toward you while the others continued to beat heeseung and Mylo. With nothing but fear in your eyes. You quickly pulled out your phone and called the cops. As soon as they saw you with a phone in your hand, they all scattered away. Despite the fear running through your veins, you ran down the alley and saw exactly what you feared. “Are you okay?” You asked him softly and crouched to his level to inspect what they had done to him. Heeseung was balled up on the ground, hugging Mylo so he would take the brunt of the blows.

He flinched when he heard your soft voice, and he slowly peaked up at you, his body still shaking in fear, and his face was barely even recognizable. “I-I’m fine. What are you doing here? You could have gotten hurt,” he scolded you while checking Mylo for any chance of injury. Thankfully, he was able to shield him from most of the brutal assault.

Once he responded coherently to you, you were able to calm yourself, and your heart settled with relief. 

After your initial panic, you noticed you still had your phone in hand. You put the device to your ear and told the operator your exact location, letting them know that someone had been injured.

Heeseung quickly snatched the phone away from you, hanging up immediately. “Are you crazy! Why would you call the police?!”

Your brows raise in shock from the sudden shift of tone in his voice. “I- I thought-“

“Obviously, you didn’t fucking think 'cause now I have to find somewhere else to stay,” he said frantically while trying to pack up his belongings so he could leave before the police came, but he heard all the sirens in the distance, and it was already too late. “I’m fucked” he said weakly and fell down to his knees.

“I’m sorry, I was just trying to help,” you said, and you were confused, not knowing what the harm was with calling the police. You couldn’t let those group of assholes off the hook after what they did to him and Mylo.

“You can help by getting the fuck away from me!” He yelled. Not only was he embarrassed you saw him like this, but he was also injured, sad, and scared for his life.

You were left speechless from his sudden outburst. You didn’t know what you did wrong and you didn’t know what to do, so you slowly got up and walked out of the alleyway, leaving him alone to hopefully cool off and explain what was happening.

The cops surrounded the area, blue and red lights flashed everywhere as you talked to the officers about what happened. Now you know why heeseung mentioned he had to find another place to stay cause once the police found out he was homeless, they practically turned a blind eye to the whole situation and denied your request when you asked them not to give him a fine and not only that, they didn’t even want to treat his wounds which was totally unfair. He was homeless, but he was still a human, and they were treating him like less than.

Unbelievable, you thought. You knew the world was cruel. Sometimes, but this was just too much.

Heeseung held his head low the entire time, and it took every last ounce of strength for him to hold it together when they fined him a hundred dollars for sleeping on owned property, his world felt like it was falling down around him, and everything in the background sounded like high pitched noise as the cops drove away from the scene.

Twenty minutes ago, he was the happiest he’d been in years, and just within a blink of an eye, all that was taken from him.

You went back to heeseung after everything had been concluded, hoping he had calmed down a bit after the incident. “I can pay the fine, heeseung. I’m so sorry. It’s all my fault,” you say dejectedly. “I should have minded my own business. I just wanted to help you.”

He didn’t say a single word to you while packing his bags, even though the sad tone of your voice made his heart ache. It wasn’t your fault he was a homeless loser. If anyone should be apologizing, it should be him, and right now, he’s just upset with himself. He knows he should have never gotten anyone else involved in the shit show he called his life.

Once everything was gathered and stored in his backpack, he stood up, getting ready to make his leave.

Except Mylo had other plans and stayed planted to the pavement. “Mylo, it’s time to go.” heeseung tugged him along like usual, but Mylo resisted.

“Heeseung, I’m sorry,” you apologized again, and you were nearly on the verge of tears cause everything that happened was all your fault. You just wanted to help him, that’s all.

“Mylo!” Heeseung shouted.

“Heeseung, please,” you said softly, hoping he’d at least accept the apology before he left and you never saw him again.

“Just leave me alon- ow fuck!” He whimpered, feeling a sharp pain in his side. Before he could catch his balance, he lost his footing, nearly falling over if it wasn’t for you immediately rushing to his aid and balancing him. He practically collapsed in your arms, and you held him upright, using the brick building next to you for leverage to help him stand. “I’m fine. I don’t need your help,” he cried softly, still trying to walk under his own power, but he stumbled, and once again, your hands were there to catch him, saving him from the fall. “I’m fine,” he said, his voice giving out finally as his entire body succumbed to the pain.

“Shh, it’s okay,” you reassured him and hugged him close to your body. A second didn’t even pass before he had you wrapped tightly in his arms.

“I’m scared,” he cries softly, holding on to you like his life depended on it, and mylo finally sat up, sitting down next you with heeseung as he nudged him gently with his muzzle, sensing his owner’s sadness. “I’m so scared, y/n,” he whispered, leaning into your touch.

A few of your own tears had fallen down your cheek, and you could hear the pain and sorrow in his voice, and it broke your heart to bits to see him like this. “Don’t be. You can stay with me until you find a new place. I don’t mind.” You stroked his hair softly.

“No, no, no, I couldn’t ask that of you.” he shook his head, clutching tighter onto your shirt, terrified to let you go. You holding on to him was the only thing keeping him sane right now.

If he was being this open and vulnerable with you, practically a stranger, then you knew he really must be feeling at his lowest right now, and that’s the last thing you wanted for him cause deep down, you knew there was so much more to him than just a homeless guy that has a hard time accepting kindness.

“You’re not asking; I’m telling.” You dismissed him right away. There was no way you’d let him stay out here another night cause what happened tonight was bad enough, and you weren’t willing to take any chances either cause if something worse happened to him, you don’t know how’d you be able to handle that just the thought made you feel sick. “Are you okay to stand?” You ask him gently once his tears have subsided.

“I think so,” he sniffles while you help him up. “I’m sorry,” he suddenly apologizes.

“Don’t apologize, heeseung. You’ve done nothing wrong. Are you okay to keep going?” You adjusted a little, carrying most of his weight on your shoulder. He nodded weakly, trying his best to assist you despite his bruised ribs and busted face. “My apartment is only a few minutes away. Will you be okay til then? We can take breaks if you need to.”

“I’m okay. I think I can make it,” he surrendered to your offer, too worn down and tired to say no to you. You wrapped his arm around your shoulder, walking him and Mylo to their new home.

You stopped at the door once you arrived. “Don’t be scared, but I have a dog as well, and she can get very excited when she meets new people,” you warn him before entering.

Heeseung smiled a tad bit, wincing when the cut on his lip stretched. “Mylo’s good with the company,” he responds, his voice low and horse, a big contrast to how he sounded earlier in the evening.

“Okay, great!” You welcomed them inside. “Myla, we have visitors!” You cheered, and she was already waiting at the door for you.

“Woah!” She jumped on heeseung immediately. “Ow ow ow,”  he grimaced when she nudged his face. He had no idea when you said you had a dog that you meant a full-grown shepherd almost identical to his own. 

“Myla, sit,” you scolded her, and she sat down on the carpet, showing you the whites of her eyes. “Sorry,” you mumbled.

“It’s fine; she’s just like huge,” he chuckled and coughed immediately after due to the pain in his chest. 

“Take a seat on the couch,” you quickly Instructed. 

“But I’m all bloody and dirty,” he reasoned, unintentionally looking at you with puppy eyes. You just grabbed his hand and led him to the couch.

Meanwhile, Mylo was still frozen by the door. As soon as he saw Myla, he stopped in his tracks, tilting his head to the side, looking confused.

“Go say hi,” you gestured to Myla, and she walked over to Mylo, sniffing him. She recognized his scent immediately and started licking his head, but he just backed away further into the corner, hiding himself.

Heeseung watched Mylo’s odd behavior. He was always great with new dogs, but all of a sudden, he was being standoff-ish. “Mylo,” heeseung said in a stern tone, and Mylo quickly ran over to the couch, hiding behind heeseung. “What has gotten into you, hmm?” Heeseung chuckled, and Mylo peaked around his back to stare at Myla.

You and heeseung both just giggled at his cuteness. “Wait here. I’ll just go and get you some medicine and bandages for your wounds.”

“Thank you.” After a moment, you had gathered everything, and heeseung half smiled once you came back to the living room with all the supplies in hand.

“Come on, boy, you have to sit down so I can heal your daddy’s wounds,” you said sweetly. Mylo obediently laid down on the floor and curled up around your guy's feet. “Gosh,” you said once you turned on the tableside lamp and saw just how badly he was injured.

“That bad, huh?” He laughed dryly. “Imagine I let a bunch of teenagers beat me up,” he said pitifully.

“I don’t know any one man that can fight off four people,” you said, trying to lift his spirits, and it must have worked cause he smiled softly, feeling appreciative of your comforting words as he laid back on the couch so you could do your work. “This is gonna sting, but only for a little while, okay?”

“Okay,” he whispers, already anticipating the sting, and it made him nervous for the pain that was inevitably about to come.

You poured the peroxide on a cotton ball and dabbed at the blood that had started to harden on his cheek and lip.

“Hmm.” He clenched his jaw from the sting, and you noticed his discomfort right away. “Sorry,” you whispered while applying some ointment to his face, hoping it would help take away the sting as you placed a single bandage on the wound. “Does it hurt anywhere else?” You ask once you finished nearly his entire face.

“N-no, I’m fine, thanks,” he lied. It hurt just about everywhere, but he didn’t want to burden you, and he was sure it’d heal on its own anyway, as it always does. He’s taken enough beatings to know.

“Okay, are you hungry or?” He declined once more with a tiny shake of his head. “Well, are you sleepy?” You asked, and he nodded his head. You’re not sure if he was aware of this, but he was pouting, and he looked so cute, just like a little baby. “Wait here.” You patted his knee and got the spare room ready for him.

Heeseung laughed as he watched Mylo digging his nails into the carpet and dragging himself towards Myla.

By the time you came back from blowing up the air mattress and getting a few things set up for heeseung, you came back and saw Myla and Mylo coupled together on the carpet, and it was too freaking adorable how they were already getting along. “I think that’s a good sign” you grinned at the sight.

“I think so, too,” heeseung agreed. It was nice to see Mylo interacting with more of his kind, even if he was behaving a bit strangely. “Myla and Mylo,” heeseung let out an airy laugh as he watched them snuggling up to one another like they’ve known each other for years.

You smiled warmly at him. “So it’s not much, but there’s a bed, and I also have some spare toiletries in the bathroom. Sorry in advance if they all smell like flowers.”

“I like flowers,” he gave you a genuine smile.

“Oh well, good then, I guess that’s it. If you need anything, my room is across from yours. Don’t hesitate at all. Just call me even if I’m asleep, alright?” 

“Okay,” he said quietly and got up from the couch. “Mylo,” he whistled. “Bedtime.” Mylo jumped up and scampered over to Heeseung, following him down the hallway. “Goodnight, y/n. Thanks for all of this. I really mean it.” he wanted to say more, so much more, but the last thing he wanted to do was get emotional again. The first time he cried in front of you was embarrassing enough.

“Of course, goodnight, heeseung.” he gave you a small smile before going into his new room. “This is home, Buddy.” Heeseung kicked off his pants and laid down on the mattress to sleep. “Wow,” he sighed in relief from the feeling of the soft air mattress hitting his back. “I told you we were going to get lucky, boy,” heeseung whispers while hugging Mylo and getting ready to sleep.

You smiled when your face hit your pillow, and you couldn’t have been happier knowing that heeseung and Mylo were together, safe and off the streets, and they could finally rest peacefully.

☕️.

Heeseung had woken up in the middle of the night to the sound of scratching noises. He quickly shot up, alert from the sudden disturbance. He took in his surroundings, breathing a deep sigh of relief once he realized he was safe at your apartment and didn’t have to worry about being assaulted again.

He heard the scratching noise again and rubbed the sleep from his eyes. Mylo was digging on the door and probably scraping the paint with his claws. “Cut that out!” Heeseung whispered shouted and got out of bed, putting his pants on and quietly opening his door, assuming Mylo needed a bathroom break. “Come on, it’s this way,” Heeseung tiredly mutters while Mylo is busy sniffing the bottom of your bedroom door.

You stirred from your sleep when you felt Myla jumping off the bed. She looked back at you, wagging her tail and waiting at the door for you. “Gotta go potty?” You grabbed your robe and tossed it on, yawning before opening the door. “Woah,” You jumped slightly when you saw heeseung and Mylo standing right outside your door.

“Sorry,” Heeseung whispered.

“Hey, it's not your fault Myla has to use the bathroom,” you assured him.

“Same with him,” heeseung chuckled, pointing at Mylo.

You both shut your bedroom doors and walked to the front door, but neither of the two moved from their spot.

You and heeseung made eye contact, a knowing look taking over both your features. “Sorry,” heeseung mumbled, feeling like it was his fault for the disturbance.

“Stop apologizing,” you chuckled. “It’s alright.”

“Sorry- I- okay.” he dropped his shoulders and sighed.

“So I guess we can both agree that we’ve lost our sleeping partners.” You say, watching the two of them nuzzling each other.

“Guess so,” Heeseung laughs softly. Mylo and Myla lay next to each other on the ground, and clearly, they weren’t going to leave each other's side tonight. “Goodnight, y/n,” heeseung mutters as he goes back to his room.

“Night, heeseung,” you smiled and shut your door behind you, hoping to get a good night's rest after everything that happened today.

☕️.

Finally, you were both able to rest through the night after the disturbance. You had a day off today, which was perfect cause heeseung wouldn’t be alone on his first day with you. You didn’t have much on your to-do list, so maybe you could do something later, like shopping or getting some food for dinner with him if he was feeling up to it.

You did your usual routine, fed both the dogs, and then made a small breakfast for yourself. You didn’t want to cook anything for heeseung cause you were not sure what time he would wake up, and you didn’t want it to be cold, so you waited til later for him.

Except later came, and it was about four in the afternoon, and still, no sign of heeseung. You assumed he was just really worn out, so you took the dogs for a walk, but not before leaving a note in case heeseung woke up before you got back. The last thing you wanted was for him to worry about Mylo's whereabouts.

After half an hour, you came back from the dog park, and heeseung was still nowhere in sight. You spent the rest of the day playing with the dogs and watching TV. Before you knew it, the day was already over. It was midnight, and heeseung never showed. You cracked the door and checked on him before you went to sleep just to make sure he was okay, and you smiled to yourself. He was more than okay; he was still sleeping very very soundly.

You pouted slightly cause you were excited to see him today, but if he was that tired, you wanted to give him time to rest. After all, he needed it. You just hoped his bandages would hold until the next morning.

☕️.

The next week went by like this, except you knew that he came out of his room when you saw your strawberry shampoo spilled on the tub floor and his old clothes folded neatly near the laundry basket, not to mention the missing ramen in your cupboard.

Heeseung was horrified to step out of his room and face you. The first night was okay, but after things settled in, he couldn’t help but be embarrassed by how he treated you when you tried to help him and how he broke down like a newborn baby crying in your arms. “What the hell were you thinking?” He said to himself out loud in his room. “Ow,” he whimpered in pain when he turned on his side in bed; he lifted up his shirt, and if he wasn’t mistaken, his wounds had gotten infected badly. There was pus oozing from them, and they felt worse than the day he got them. He was applying the ointment you gave him every day, but it wasn’t working. Little did he know he needed a lot more than ointment for his level of injuries.

He got up out of bed and hobbled onto the bathroom to get more ointment. To his luck, or maybe not to his luck, you had just gotten home from work and caught him in the doorway. He thought about scattering on back to his room, but it’d look very obvious that he was trying to avoid you if he did that, so he just greeted you politely before going into the washroom. “Hi,” he whispers.

“Hey!” You said happily cause he was finally up and awake. “Feeling any better?” You asked, hoping to hear a positive response to your question.

“Umm… yeah,” he said, a bit unsure, and he was unaware that he was holding his side, a clear sign to you that he was still in pain.

“Does it still hurt there?” You looked down to where he was holding, a small pout making its way to your lips.

“Yeah, but I think it’s getting better.” Once again, he lied so you wouldn’t be caused any inconvenience because of him.

“Here, let me take a look. Umm, do you mind if I just lift this up a bit?” He shook his head as a no, you proceeded to peel back the shirt, and he bit his lip to conceal the pained sound that was dying to escape when the material of his shirt brushed against his wound.

“Am I all good?” He asked once he saw you blankly staring at the area where he was still badly hurt.

“Go wait in your room for me, okay?” You couldn’t help the sound of disappointment in your voice. Your tone let him know the seriousness of the situation, and he nodded his head, doing as he was told like a little kid being scolded.

You came in a few minutes later with your hands full of all types of first aid supplies. You sat down next to him, breaking the silence as you shyly instructed him to lift up his shirt.

He nodded again and lifted up his shirt, revealing the angry, infected welts on his skin. There was more than you had originally seen, even more on his lower abdomen and upper back. “Umm, I can’t really, you know, reach all the spots if you don’t..” your words faded out towards the end in hopes he would understand what you meant and not make the situation awkward, but he just stared at you blankly, obviously not understanding what you meant. “The shirt you need to uhh,” you motioned for him to take his shirt off, and his eyes automatically went wide; nevertheless, he complied and took off the article of clothing. “Why didn’t you tell me about this?” You asked with a sigh, looking at all the swollen cuts on his body.

“I didn’t want to burden you with my problems,” he mumbled.

“Well, for as long as you stay with me, your problems are my problems.” The room fell silent once again. What else could he say to that? He sat still while you cleaned his wounds. Luckily for him, it wasn’t bad enough to go to the emergency room, but if he waited a few days longer, you don’t know what would have happened.

He hissed in pain when the peroxide bubbled around one of the many wounds covering his frail body. “Sorry,” you blew on the area to make it feel better. “You’re doing so good,” you told him when it got to some of the really bad areas. “Just a little more,” you whisper while cleaning up the rest of the cuts. “Now, is there anything else you want to tell me?” You look at him with a skeptical raise of your brow.

He gulped and turned to look at you. “N-no,” he stuttered just like last time, which was a good indicator that he was not telling you the truth this time either.

“Heeseung,” you said his name in a warning tone. “If you’re hurt somewhere else and it goes untreated, it could get very bad, and you’re not a burden to me at all, okay? I offered, so let me take care of you, yeah?” 

☕️.

This was probably the most unintentionally awkward thing you have ever done, and despite focusing on the task at hand, it was hard to focus when he was in nothing but his underwear while you treated the wounds on his thighs. “Ow,” he flinched from the burning sensation of the disinfectant, and you rubbed his thigh softly, trying to distract him from the pain; he tensed up at the contact but quickly relaxed under your careful touch. 

“Sorry, I’m almost done.” He leaned back on his palms, head tilting back while he grimaced in pain.

“A-ah, o-okay,” his breath shudders the moment you apply more ointment to his thigh.

“There, all done,” you finally finished and wrapped his legs up successfully, as well as his upper body.

“Thank you so much.” he threw his head back, exhaling deeply. That was probably the hardest thing he’d done in a while. The pain he felt was literally excruciating.

He reached for his shirt, unknowingly leaning into you a bit. Your breath hitched in your throat at the proximity, and now you were only a mere few inches away from each other.

He held his breath while staring at you, his eyes flickering between your eyes and lips before he caught himself and looked away, clearing his throat softly. “Uhm” 

The air was already awkward, but now there was a certain tension circulating. It felt stuffy, and you could barely even breathe it in. “I-I’ll let you get dressed.” You turned away from him, too flustered to look at him any longer.

You’re shocked you even had the composure for those words to come out coherently.

You felt bad for even thinking like this while he was injured, but you couldn’t help but notice that he was even more handsome up close.

“Yeah,” he breathed out as you walked to the door, fumbling with all the supplies you had in hand. 

“Just come down for breakfast soon, okay?” you say while grabbing the door knob and excusing yourself.

“I will,” his voice comes out soft as you shut the door, leaning against it and clutching your beating heart.

You felt like squealing. How were you going to be able to handle living with him?

☕️.

“Breakfast,” heeseung said as he paced back and forth. “Breakfast?” The last time he had breakfast was heck if he knew. He hadn’t even sat at a dining table since he was a young teenager. “Breakfast.” While he was pacing, he caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror. His hair was a mess, and his face was scruffy. “Eww,” he mumbled while running his fingers through the strands of his hair, looking back at his disgusting appearance.

At some point, he was able to gather the courage to leave his room or technically your room and go to the kitchen, where he could smell the bacon you were cooking. 

Your back was turned to him, and he opened his mouth to say something, but he closed it before anything could come out. He stood there awkwardly for a few moments and shoved his hands inside his pockets. “H-hi,” he greeted and teetered himself back and forth on the balls of his feet.

“Oh, hi!” You whipped your head around at the sound of his voice and smiled at him. “You’re just in time. Have a seat.”

He took out a chair and sat down while you finished making him the tasteless black coffee that he always seemed to enjoy, or maybe it was just cause it was the cheapest thing on the menu.

“Here you are,” you said softly as you served him his food. 

“Last time I’ve had this much food was more than eight years ago,” he said while looking at the piled-up plate before him. 

You frowned upon hearing that cause that probably meant he had been homeless or at least struggling for a good amount of years, and knowing that made you sad.

He took note of your sad expression and quickly changed the topic so he wouldn’t sour the mood any more than he already had. “Sorry,” he whispered. “Thank you” 

“It’s okay, and you’re welcome,” you smiled. “Mylo’s just out in the front playing with Myla,” you told him as you took a seat at the table with him.

“You’re not eating?” He asked as he took a bite of bacon, a satisfied hum coming from the taste. Home-cooked breakfast has always been his favorite.

“No, it’s like 7:00pm,” you said while giggling.

He lowered his head in pure embarrassment, a shy smile playing on his lips. “Right,” he chuckled, only now realizing just how late he had slept in.

You watched him eat in silence with a smile, and it warmed your heart to see him eating and enjoying the food you made just for him.

He took a break from eating before speaking again. “After my infection goes down, I’ll find a new place to stay and get Mylo and me out of your hair. He’s a pain in the butt, and I’m not much better off,” he informs and takes a sip of coffee.

“Would you like some cream for your coffee?” You ignored his comment entirely cause you weren’t letting him go back out on the street, and that was final.

“Y/n-“

“Yes? Okay then,” You smiled and got up from the table, grabbing some coffee creamer.

He sighed softly while you added some personality to his hot beverage. “Thanks, but I really don’t need all this. I appreciate it, I really do, but I don’t want to bother you.”

“Do I look bothered? I’ve cleaned your wounds without complaint. It’s my pleasure to cook for you. Myla loves the extra company, and so do I, so what seems to be the issue with you staying here” You fold your arms on the table and wait for a response. You weren’t trying to sound so rude, but you were adamant about him staying because it wasn’t safe for him out there, and anytime the thought of him leaving crept up in your mind, you couldn’t help but feel agitated.

When you put it like that, it didn’t sound bad at all, but he just felt like a burden. Maybe it was because of his terrible upbringing, where he was told that everything was his fault and the world would be a better place without him in it. He doesn’t know, but still, he just didn’t feel right accepting your hospitality. “I’m sorry, but I can’t,” he politely refused.

You sighed. You didn’t want to be rude, so you excused yourself. “I’ll go check on the dogs,” you said quietly and left the table.

Heeseung lowered his head and sighed deeply. He didn’t want you to be upset with him or displeased or whatever you were, but he wasn’t your problem to solve. He needed to do better by himself for himself, not freeload off your kindness.

☕️.

Heeseung has been staying with you for a few weeks now. His wounds almost cleared up completely after he let you treat them daily. Although it was like pulling teeth, you managed to get it done, and by some type of magic, you were able to convince him to let you take him shopping. “So what all do you need?” You asked once you pulled out a shopping cart.

“Umm, toiletries?” He scratched his nape, staying close to your side like a child would his mother.

You smiled and nodded, leading him to the health and beauty section.

You stopped at the end of the aisle, and he stood next to you, not moving a single inch. Even though you were waiting for him to lead the way, you cut your eyes at him, and he was still frozen there, just like a statue, so you cleared your throat. “Umm, you can get anything you need.”

“Oh!” He made a face of realization as he went to pick out items before you could notice the embarrassed blush on his face.

You stayed at the end of the aisle, and he came back like two seconds later with a trial-size toothbrush and toothpaste that cost $1,09

“Really? That’s all you need.” You look at the single item in his hand, trying your best not to judge his choice in necessities, but you can’t help it.

“Yup,” he replied, dropping his item in the cart.

You sighed. This was going to be a long day.

You went down the aisle with him this time, helping him pick out some things he needed that weren’t travel-size. “Let’s see…” you hummed. “You need this, this, and this.” You grabbed a full-sized tube of toothpaste, a toothbrush, and a bottle of mouthwash. “And these also,” you say, adding some toothflossers. “What next?”

“Some body wash, maybe I don’t know,” he mumbles out, playing with his fingers out of uneasiness when he sees the prices of everything you had just dropped in the cart.

“Okay, let’s go” Once you get down the body wash aisle, you nearly groan in annoyance when he bought a three-in-one after smelling more than ten different body washes.

You knew he liked the $10,00 dollar bottle cause the way his eyes lit up when he smelled it, but of course, he chose the two-dollar bottle cause it was cheap. Not to say there was a problem with being frugal. It’s just he didn’t need to be on a budget when he was with you.

You took the three in one out of the cart and put it back on the shelf, grabbing the one he really wanted. “I-“

“Heeseung,” you stood in front of him, hands gripping his shoulders as you gave him a serious talk. “Money isn’t an issue. Just pick whatever you want without a thought.” he nodded at you, eyes blinking rapidly as he hung on to every single last word that you had said to him. “So from now on, just get anything you want, okay?” You didn’t want to force anything upon him cause you knew spending this type of money wasn’t an everyday occurrence for him, but you hoped he’d get used to the idea of it because he deserved to shop like everyone else even if it was new to him.

“Okay,” he said softly.

Finally, you thought to yourself now that he had taken the initiative to lead you around the store to do some shopping of his own, and it was refreshing to see him adding all different types of stuff to the cart without checking the price tag. “I could also use a razor,” he said while rubbing the little scruff on his chin.

“Razors are this way.” You chuckled lightly and guided him to the shaving section. He followed you and picked out a razor and shave cream. “Does this one smell okay?” He showed you the aftershave he was thinking about getting.

“Hmm,” you hummed in agreement. “It suits you. You’re going to get all the ladies,” you joked, and he chuckled.

“All the homeless ladies on the block.” Your mood instantly shifted the moment he mentioned that. You didn’t want to think about him leaving in a week. You didn’t want to think about him being homeless again. He had only been staying with you for a few weeks, and now he was already leaving soon.

You were definitely going to miss him.

Living alone wasn’t easy for you. That’s why you had gotten Myla in the first place, and as much as she cheered you up, there was nothing like having the company of another human. You’d invite Sunghoon occasionally, but he was always too busy with school, plus his relationship, so it had just been you and Myla for years.

But now that heeseung was staying with you, that loneliness was gone, unfortunately for you, though it would only be temporary.

“Anything else?” You muttered sadly, which went completely unnoticed by him.

“Some new clothes would be nice,” he says enthusiastically.

“Okay,” You took him to the men’s section for clothing, your feet suddenly feeling heavier as a feeling of dread set in your stomach.

You unintentionally spaced out while he was shopping for his clothes. The thought of him not being around anymore was really getting to you, and you didn’t even know why it was bothering you this much.

“Y/n?” He called you, but you didn’t answer. “Y/n?” He repeated, this time turning around to catch your attention.

“Hmm?” You snap back to reality, noticing a questioning look on his face.

“Are you feeling sleepy?” He inquired with a hint of concern. “If you are, we can go.”

“No, I was just thinking about something,” you told him truthfully. You did have a day off today, so you felt good. You weren’t feeling sleepy at all. You assumed he took your saddened state for you being tired, but you were feeling okay.

“Okay,” he smiled, but you could tell that he was trying to hurry by the way he was sifting through the clothes rack. After a few moments, he had finished getting everything, which consisted of a few shirts and a couple pairs of joggers. “Okay, I’m done. That’s everything.” he clasps his hands together.

“Are you sure?” you reply, just to be completely sure he doesn’t need anything else.

“Oh, umm,” he was more than a little embarrassed about saying it to you, but it just dawned on him that he needed some new underwear. “I uhh need. I mean, never mind,” he concluded, not being able to bring himself to say it in front of you. For some reason, he just felt extremely shy suddenly, which was weird because you had seen him in his underwear already, but this felt different.

“Come on, what is it?” you urged him to tell you you’re sure he was just worried about the bill, but it was okay.

“It’s really nothing,” he gulped and avoided eye contact with you, hoping you wouldn’t ask again.

“Don’t worry about the cost. I have it, alright?” You patted his shoulder, assuring him it was okay to add more to the cart.

“It’s fine, let’s go.” he started walking away from the men’s clothing and heading to the checkout.

“Heeseung, come back and just tell me what it is,” you insisted.

“The dogs are probably getting hot in the car. We should probably leave.” he gave a reason as to why you guys should leave.

“Well, you should probably tell me otherwise they’ll be in the car all day.” You knew that was a threat, but you didn’t care. If he needed something else, he was going to get it.

He walked back over to you, finally giving in to your hardheadedness. “Ineedsomenewunderwear,” he quickly rushed out, blush already creeping up his neck.

“What?” You asked, your brows creasing in confusion. You couldn’t make out a single word he had just said to you.

He cupped his hand around his mouth, leaning in your ear and whispering it to you like it was top secret. “I said I need some new underwear.” he leaned back, a wide-eyed expression on his face as you realized what he said loud and clear word for word.

“Oh….ohhhhhhhh,” you laughed awkwardly. “I’ll just be over here,” you said and gave him some space to search for some underwear. “Sorry”

“Thank you,” he mutters shyly.

“Gosh,” you dropped your head in embarrassment once you got far enough away from him. You didn’t mean to pressure him into telling you like that. You weren’t trying to make him uncomfortable; you just wanted to make sure he got everything he needed.

Around five minutes later, Heeseung finished, and you went to the checkout area with him trailing behind you like you were his protector or something, but you thought it was cute.

Once again, you caught him looking at something, and you followed his line of sight. He was looking at the candy on the check lanes, which you thought was adorable, but that’s all he did. He just looked and looked away. 

It’s been ages since he had any candy, but it wasn’t a necessity, so he didn’t buy it. That’s what his stepmom always told him: if he didn’t need it, he shouldn’t buy it.

Well, little did he know you didn’t think like his stepmom, and if he wanted candy, then he was going to get it. “Pick all you want.” 

He now knew better than to fight with you, so he just put what he wanted into the cart, and you smiled that he was finally understanding that it was okay to buy things for himself.

After checking out, you two got back into the car, making a split decision to stop at the pet shop since you had a second mouth to feed. Mylo had already eaten nearly all of Myla's food.

As soon as you and heeseung entered the store, you were getting multiple compliments on how adorable the dogs were, and other people were politely smiling at the two of you while you roamed the shelves.

You bought a lot of stuff, probably too much stuff, but if Myla liked one thing, it was toys, and she just had a habit of destroying one after the other, so you’d be down to a few toys in no time.

Heeseung picked out some of Mylo’s favorites and let him pick out a few new toys as well. more like him picking them up and slobbering all over them, leaving heeseung no choice but to pick those. It’s been years since Mylo had a real toy. Heeseung had made him a makeshift toy out of a sock and shoestring, but that was nowhere near as fancy as the ones that the store had, especially the ones that squeaked. After shopping, you both continued to the register, where the cashier gave you two endless compliments. “Since you’re such a sweet couple, I tossed in a few dog bones as well,” the worker winked playfully as you and heeseung thanked her shyly, neither of you bothering to correct her before leaving the store after spending a couple hundred dollars, nearly making heeseung’s eyes pop out of their sockets.

Heeseung literally blushed the whole car ride home after that compliment the cashier gave you two, and thankfully, you didn’t notice his fidgeting in the passenger seat. It’s just that he’s never had a girlfriend or a girl that was even interested in him, so when he heard what the cashier said, he couldn’t help but entertain the thought of being your boyfriend a little.

 Or maybe a lot.

You weren’t much better off. You didn’t notice him fidgeting cause you were fidgeting for the same exact reason. You even went as far as to make up scenarios of you and him together in your head until you pulled into your driveway.

You hoped that wasn’t weird.

You, heeseung, and the dogs arrived home safely, and you entered the apartment together, hands full of groceries. Heeseung speaks up after sitting down the grocery bags that he insisted on carrying most of despite being a bit sore still. “I’m gonna wash up before dinner,” he said to you while you put some of the food items in the fridge.

You hummed in acknowledgment, leaving out the items you were going to make dinner with.

While heeseung was in the shower, he shaved off all of his facial hair. It’s been ages since his face had felt so smooth; the warm water cascading down his back felt like heaven on earth, and he didn’t take one bit of this for granted. He relished every last second using everything you bought him to freshen up with. When his shower came to an end, he stepped out, and he could have cried at the appearance that stared back at him in the mirror. Now, that’s a face that looked recognizable. He definitely grew up, but behind it all, he was still just that little boy who ran away from home all those years ago. He smiled at his reflection, but there was just one little thing that was missing.

As soon as the thought popped into his mind, he spotted a pair of scissors on your bathroom counter, and without a second thought, he trimmed his hair way down.

He definitely wasn’t the best at it, but he was good enough to make himself look presentable. Being homeless forces you to learn a lot of things most people take for granted, and haircuts just happened to be one of the many things he learned while being out on the road for so long.

He combed his fingers through his hair, completely satisfied with his new look. He felt lighter and overall better than he had in years. He changed into the new joggers he/you had bought and a plain black shirt before coming back out to the living room.

“Are you always this on tim-“ your words got stuck in your throat when you turned around and saw him looking like a completely new man. You knew he was handsome under the scruff and overgrown hair, but you didn’t realize that he was that handsome, and to be honest, you had lost your train of thought entirely.

He noticed your stare, but he was far too self-conscious about his appearance to understand that you were actually checking him out and not judging him. “I-I think I got a size too big,” he laughs nervously. He was never that beefy of a guy, but there was a point where he was way more nourished than he is now.

His voice brought you back to reality. “No, no, it’s good. It fits just fine,” you assured him and turned your back to the stove so he wouldn’t see your flustered face.

Your answer makes him smile, and he went from feeling self-conscious to confident just like that.

Dinner was a lot less awkward than your first breakfast together, and you could slowly see yourself getting used to something like this. Of course not with heeseung cause he was leaving, but maybe someday soon you’d find a boyfriend, and he’d eventually move in with you, or you'd move in with him, but that was all just wishful thinking you hadn’t had a man ask you out or for your number since high school, and unfortunately you had to reject it cause you were just too busy with studies at that time.

Little did you know while you were lost in thought, Heeseung had been full-on shamelessly checking you out every chance he got, but he didn’t think much of it. He assumed it was because he hadn’t had any interaction with a women in so long, but even when he was around girls at school, he’s never paid attention to them the way he did you, but you were a different story. You were literally an angel from the first time he met you till now, and how could he not be attracted to such a sweet girl who was beautiful not just on the outside but on the inside as well. A huge plus was you having a shepherd, too. He thought that it was so adorable.

Perfect for him.

He’d, of course, never act on it, though, cause as he saw it, he just stumbled across an angel to help him get through a hard time for now, and then he’d be back on his way to fending for himself and living the only life that he knew how.

After dinner, you both said shy goodnights to each other before you headed to bed. Mylo and Myla had snuggled up to each other about an hour ago. From the looks of it, they wouldn’t be moving anytime soon, and since you and heeseung were two bleeding hearts, neither of you could separate them, so they peacefully slept in the living room together all night.

☕️.

The last week of his stay flew by. You and heeseung hung out a bunch after he had gotten more comfortable around you, so comfortable that when you came home from work, you saw him spread out all over the couch with Mylo on his chest and the TV on.

He must have been sleepy, you thought, but you didn’t mind him sleeping on your couch cause he needed the rest. You put a blanket on him and muttered a small goodnight before leaving the two alone for the first time since they got here. You finally got to sleep with Myla again. She had grown quite fond of Mylo, and now they were nearly inseparable, which warmed your heart, but it just hurt knowing that this would all come to an end so soon.

☕️.

And end it did.

Heeseung was leaving today, and despite spending the whole day with him, going out for ice cream playing at the dog park, and even having dinner together, you were still gonna miss him and Mylo with your whole heart.

“So I guess that’s everything,” heeseung said once he finished packing his new backpack courtesy of you.

“I guess so,” you fake smiled at him as he walked over to your door, readjusting his backpack on his shoulders. 

“Umm, c-can I ask you for one last huge favor?” He questioned once he and Mylo stopped at your front door.

“Yeah,” you breathe out while fighting back your tears. 

“Can I please have a hug?” He asked with a forced smile of his own. It hurt him like crazy to leave, but he didn’t want to ride on your coattail any longer than he had to. He was all healed up and had more than enough supplies to go it alone, plus you had even given him a hundred dollars even though he refused it five times before finally giving in.

“Of course.” You swallowed the lump in your throat and wrapped your arms around him, inhaling the scent of his aftershave one last time.

“Thank you for everything, y/n. You’re really a great person, and I’m so glad I met you. These past few weeks were so much fun.” his voice nearly cracked, but he fought it off along with the tears that threatened to spill out as he tightened his grip on you before letting go. He released one last breath as his hands rested on your shoulders before dropping down to his sides.

“My pleasure!” You replied with only a few words cause if you didn’t, you knew you would start balling your eyes out like a newborn baby.

“Come on, Mylo, say bye-bye,” heeseung tugged on his leash like he always did, and Mylo rubbed himself against your leg. “Bye, y/n,” heeseung said before turning to the door so you wouldn’t see his tears starting to roll down his cheeks.

“Bye, heeseung,” you said in the softest tone. He could tell you were getting emotional, too, and he had to get out at that exact moment cause if he didn’t, he was sure he’d never gain the strength to leave.

He left despite Mylo resisting when he was being separated from his new best friend. Heeseung shut the door without looking back and walked down the steps while Mylo kept trying to fight his way back inside your apartment, clawing at the door until he was panting due to exhaustion. “Come on, Mylo, it’s this way,” heeseung mumbled and finally broke down, letting his tears fall cause he just couldn’t hold them in anymore.

Myla was digging at the door after it shut, and you weakly sat next to her on the ground, balling your eyes out just like you knew you would when heeseung left. 

Myla continued to whimper at the door, waiting for Mylo’s return, but it never came, and she curled up next to you where you had sat down on the floor after heeseung left. You cried and cried until you had no more tears left. It hurt far more than you had ever imagined it would.

You couldn’t believe it was actually over. It felt like just yesterday you were cleaning his wounds, and now he’s walking out your door, walking out of your life for good.

☕️.

After heeseung’s departure, he walked and walked and walked some more until he found a new spot he thought was suitable. He had gotten everything all laid out, setting up the new area and trying to replicate what he had when he was with you, but it just wasn’t the same.

“Well, it’s just you and me again, Buddy,” heeseung said to Mylo as they sat down in yet another alleyway. It definitely wasn’t as closed off from the street as his old spot, but he didn’t have a choice. It’d have to do. “Our new home,” he patted Mylo on the head, but of course, he wasn’t his usual cheery self. “You already miss myla, huh?” Mylo’s ear perked up at just the sound of her name. “Me too,” heeseung chuckled sadly. “And I miss her mommy.”

He flopped down on his sleeping bag, attempting to sleep the sadness away, but he just couldn’t get comfortable—no matter the position or how many times he tossed and turned. After sleeping on the bed, you had given him. It was hard to go back to sleeping on the cold hard ground.

But eventually, he grew so tired that his eyes had no choice but to flutter shut, and his shivering body succumbed to sleep. 

When the morning came, he tried to get up and do his normal routine, but the drive just wasn’t there like it used to be. He sat in bed feeling unmotivated and miserable all day. It had only been a few hours since he left, and he already couldn’t stand it.

He was cold, his body ached, the smell of your bacon wasn’t filling his nostrils, and the idea of being found by that same group of teenagers wasn’t helping his current situation at all.

He’s been doing this his whole life, so why now was it so hard? How come after meeting you and Myla, his life changed so drastically? How come after being alone for so long that, he suddenly craved your care and hospitality more than anything in the world.

Suddenly, his train of thought was broken when he felt warm tears rolling down his cheeks. He didn’t even know when he had started crying; nevertheless, he tucked himself into a ball and buried his head in his sleeping bag. No matter how positive he tried to be, he couldn’t help but think about the fact that he was probably going to live the rest of his life out on the street without ever seeing you again.

He started to reminisce about the first day you two met and how he treated you so harshly but soon opened up to you after seeing how kind you were. He thought about all the food you bought him, all the money you gave him, how nice you were to his precious Mylo when you didn’t even know him.

He remembers going shopping with you, and the laugh he let out was bittersweet as he remembered the little underwear incident.

Good times.

Heeseung thought of himself as the black coffee he always used to drink before you came into his life. You swooped in and managed to brighten up his bland beverage with cream, turning the dull, uninteresting liquid into something colorful and delicious, and that’s exactly what you did to him. You took his old, meaningless life and made it worth living.

It’s quite a funny analogy, but you were like the cream to his coffee.

☕️.

You took vacation the day after heeseung left cause you were in no shape or form to function at your job. You didn’t even want to get out of bed, and Myla seemed so lonely when Mylo left that you couldn’t find it in your heart to leave her alone.

For the whole day, you ate comfort food and curled up on the couch cause you were in no mood to cook, nor did you have the energy to.

Myla didn’t even eat. She spent her time moping around the house, looking for Mylo. You assumed when she had no luck, she laid down in the twin dog bed she and Mylo always used to share. You supposed his scent still lingered there by the way she was sniffing it. 

Even though he had just left, it felt like time seemed to go by as slowly as humanly possible, and with each minute that passed, the absence of heeseung brightening up your living space was crushing you inside more and more.

The reality of him being gone hit even harder in the morning when he wasn’t there to join you for breakfast.

When he wasn’t there to take the dogs for a walk.

When the smell of his aftershave wasn’t lingering in the air.

When he wasn’t cuddled up on the couch with the two dogs while you were cooking.

You know you shouldn’t have done it, but you stood from the couch, your feet leading you straight to the spare room he used to stay in. You twisted the knob taking a peek inside, just to see it completely empty, and your heart sank cause for some reason. You thought maybe, just maybe, this was all a nightmare, and he might still be there sleeping peacefully on your air mattress.

☕️.

The weekend had rolled around, and only a few days had passed since heeseung decided to go it alone. It was three in the morning, yet he found himself standing outside on your doorstep. 

About an hour ago, he had already packed up all his stuff and made the journey back to your apartment. He’d been cussed out, people threw trash at him, and to top it all off, it had started to rain, and he just couldn’t take anymore.

He now knows why he couldn’t go back to the life he used to live after he left your place. It's because after having some normalcy for once, he saw just how messed up his life had truly been being homeless and on the streets. Before you, he had absolutely nothing to compare it to, but after spending time with you, his eyes were opened. He realized that the things he’d been searching so desperately for his whole life were waiting for him behind the walls of your apartment, and he didn’t hesitate to walk an entire hour back to your home.

Heeseung took a deep breath at your door before knocking. He knew the hour was nothing but ungodly, but if he had spent another night alone, he would have lost himself out there.

You had passed out on the couch some hours ago after eating carelessly and drinking beer all night, a new daily routine of yours ever since heeseung left.

You popped up out of your sleep when you heard a knock on the door. After your eyes somewhat adjusted, you looked at the time and couldn’t help but feel startled because who the heck would be at your door this late at night? It’s not like you knew anybody in this area and you hadn’t ordered anything.

You got up quietly, tiptoeing to look through the peephole, and you thought your eyes were deceiving you, so you rubbed the sleep from them, blinking a few times before taking another look, and there stood heeseung covered in the rain at your doorstep.

Your eyes weren’t deceiving you.

You backed away from the door in pure shock, a hand covering your mouth as your eyes watered. You couldn’t believe he was actually back.

When heeseung got no answer, he couldn’t help but lose hope, his shoulders slumping in defeat, but he has never been the give-up type, and he wouldn’t start now, so he decided to knock one last time before calling it quits cause if you were asleep, he didn’t want to disturb you at this hour.

You opened the latch and the door to be greeted by heeseung smiling at you with a drenched and panting Mylo sitting next to him. “Hi, y/n,” he said softly, and just at the sight of your face, his smile dropped, and he broke down in tears just like the day you let him stay with you. “I don’t think I can take being alone anymore.” he buried his head in the crook of your neck and clung to you like you were his lifeline.

You instantly hugged him back, not caring about your clothes being soaked by his wet ones. He was shaking, and his cheek that was pressed up against yours was cold as ice. “It’s okay. You’re here with me now. You’ll never be alone again,” you told him and patted his back softly as you warmed him up in your embrace, tears pricking your eyes at his current state.

Mylo quickly ran over to Myla, his leash dragging against the carpet. As the two reconnected, she licked the raindrops off his face while he licked hers.

You pushed the door closed behind him and guided him to the couch. His hold on you tightened just in case you tried to let him go. “I’m sorry, I-it’s just I have nowhere to go. I have no one to turn to and no one who loves me,” he sobbed quietly and opened up to you in his state of desperation. “No one to take care of me, no one to hold me. It’s just been me all by myself for years, and I just can’t do it anymore. Since I met you. I don’t want to live the way I used to.” he paused. Trying to collect his breath but failing due to the sheer amount of emotions flowing through him. “My step-parents abused me when I was little, and I ran away, and since then, it’s just been me and Mylo, and I just can’t.” he was all over the place, but you were able to piece together everything, and he completely broke down in your arms letting out the most painful sobs you’d ever heard. “I’m tired, I’m just so tired,” he sighed into your chest, entirely exhausted physically, mentally, and emotionally.

“Shh,” you stroked his head softly to calm him down. “You don’t have to do it alone anymore. Just let me help you. Let me take care of you, and when you get tired, you can rest cause no matter what, I’ll always be here when you need me,” you assured him, trying to keep it together yourself cause this was all very nerve-racking for you as well to profess such care and promise all these things to him, but no matter how nerve-racking it was you knew that your words were coming from your heart and deep down you knew you could fulfill every last one.

“D-do you really mean that? You won’t ever leave me like my parents did, will you?” He asked, and he almost sounded desperate for any type of affirmation at this point, desperate to be cared for by someone.

“Look at me.” You cupped his face in your hands, his cheeks still cold to the touch, his soft brown eyes staring into your own. “I’ll never leave you, and that’s a promise.” Your body acted on its own, and you kissed his cheek softly; his eyes twinkled shut, his breathing almost evening out the moment your soft lips touched his cheek, melting all the cold away with your warmth.

You both held each other in silence for at least twenty minutes before breaking apart after he had warmed all up. “You okay now?” You asked tenderly while stroking his back.

“Yeah, I think so,” he whispered. “I’m sorry for this.” he glanced at the wet couch. “I’m sorry for coming so late.”

“Don’t worry, let’s get you cleaned up yeah?” he reluctantly released you from his grip, and you led him to the bathroom.

You stood outside the door while he undressed himself. He handed you his wet clothes, and he stepped into the shower, washing away all his trials from the past few days.

You put the discarded laundry in the washer machine while you waited for him to finish.

When he came from the bathroom, he looked much better despite his tired, swollen eyes, and you assumed all he wanted was to sleep after everything that’s happened. You informed him that you would also be taking a shower, and he nodded in response, still looking a bit shaken from the whole experience.

After your shower, you entered the living room, and heeseung was still sitting on the couch, staring blankly at the wall. “Heeseung,” you whispered his name, and he jumped in response, making you frown. You wondered just how much he had endured out there, but that was a conversation for a different time. “Time for bed.” You grabbed his hand gently and led him to your room instead of letting him sleep alone tonight. It just wasn’t sitting right with you, especially cause he looked so broken and out of it.

“A-are you sure?” He asked when you patted a spot on the bed for him.

“Positive” This time, he really didn’t fight you cause even if it was just for tonight, he didn’t want to go to sleep alone again.

He got under the covers with you and maintained a good distance until you tugged his body towards yourself and wrapped your arms around him. After feeling your warmth, he immediately hugged you back and tangled his limbs with yours, holding you like you were his personal giant stuffed teddy bear, and you smiled softly at the innocent, childlike gesture.

You slowly stroked his back, and not even a minute later, he was passed out in your arms. Your heart swelled at the sight of him sleeping so soundly. You put your head on his chest to get comfortable, inhaling his refreshing aftershave while you fell asleep to the steady rhythm of his calming heartbeat and his comforting warmth.

☕️.

Heeseung woke up next to you, snuggling closer to you, a habit he had with Mylo every morning. “Good morning, Mylo,” he whispered. Usually, he’d be getting his morning love from Mylo by now, but when he didn’t feel licks and slobber on his face, the embarrassing reality of what he was actually doing washed over him. 

He slowly opened his eyes and saw you sleeping next to him, and he squeezed his eyes back shut.

How could I have forgotten I went to bed with her last night? He thought to himself.

Well, at least you were still sleeping and didn’t hear him embarrassing himself.

He opened his eyes again and took in your features up close. You had a little mole that he hadn’t noticed before cause it was so tiny. Your eyelashes occasionally fluttered, and you gripped his waist, nuzzling your head into his chest in your sleep.

Needless to say, his heart was racing in his chest when you did that. He couldn’t lie that it felt absolutely amazing how you were holding onto him right now, but he knew if you were awake, you wouldn’t be doing that, so to save you any embarrassment when you woke up, he slowly peeled your arms away from his body.

About a minute passed before you found your way back to his side of the bed after it got chilly. You hummed in contentment when you found his warmth once more.

He just gave in and let you hug him. He tried so hard to resist the urge to hug you back, but he couldn’t. He wrapped his arms around you, letting you rest your head on his chest while he stroked your arm lightly. He figured it would be fine since you’d be up soon anyway. 

Little did he know you were hungover from last night and you wouldn’t be waking up anytime soon. Only a few minutes tick by, and soon his eyes slowly fell shut. He didn’t want to go back to sleep because the dogs probably needed checking up on, but your warm embrace was slowly but surely aiding him to fall back asleep in your arms peacefully.

Eventually, sometime in the evening, you stirred awake and noticed something very tall and very big sleeping next to you. All the memories from last night came flooding in, and you gasped when you remembered that you had kissed him, well on the cheek, but it was still a kiss. You probably made him feel so uncomfortable and weirded out by your stupidity.

You really felt like kicking yourself for doing that, but you blame it on the drunkenness cause if you were sober, you would have never done that.

At least you convinced yourself of that.

The headache wasn’t too bad, and the room didn’t feel like it was spinning, so that was a good sign that you didn’t drink too much.

Or so you thought.

Your eyes nearly bulged from their sockets when you saw what time it was, but you quickly remembered you were on vacation and you didn’t have work, so you allowed yourself to relax, deciding to stop worrying so much and just enjoy the afternoon with heeseung.

Speaking of, he looked so peaceful sleeping next to you, and as much as you hated to disturb him, he needed to have a proper meal.

But staying in bed for five more minutes wouldn’t hurt. You looked up at him, and you heard little snores coming from his pouted lips. You unknowingly lifted your hand and smoothed your thumb over his cheek and then his chin until you were eventually brushing his bangs out of his eyes to get a better look at his face. He nuzzled his face into your warm palm while still asleep, and your heart melted. He was so precious, and everything he said to you last night came into your mind as you admired him.

What type of people could hurt such a delicate soul?

Sure, he was a little crusty around the edges at first, but when he opened up and started to get more comfortable with you, he was a real sweetheart. Occasionally, he’d make your coffee before work, or he’d do the laundry just so he was doing something instead of using you for a free place to stay, and he even included Myla, taking her on walks with him and Mylo, treating her as if she was his own.

Maybe you were getting too ahead of yourself, but in the last month, you had really grown quite fond of him.

Your thoughts were cut off when he started to stir out of sleep. One of the two dogs had started scratching on the door, and you quickly withdrew yourself from him before he noticed you watching him sleep like a weirdo.

You hopped out of bed and looked down at the door. Of course, it was no other than Mylo and Myla staring you in the face, probably asking to go out or for food.

Heeseung sat up and rubbed his eyes, combing his fingers through his hair while he looked at the two waiting at your guy's door.

You walked out quietly and fed them both, giving heeseung time to fully wake up before going back and checking on him, and admittedly, he looked so cute under the covers relaxing. “Morning,” you said softly.

“Good morning, y/n.” he smiled tiredly, his eyes barely even open as he greeted you.

“Uhh, about last night,” you started out slowly, trying to find the best and quickest way to go about this. “I was drunk last night, so I might have done something weird, just so you know.” You chewed at your lip nervously. “Like everything I said was true, but I tend to get really affectionate when I’m drunk, so the kiss was…” you trailed off a little, trying to save yourself the embarrassment of having this conversation.

“Because you were drunk?” He finished your words for you after putting two and two together.

“Yeah,” you breathed out and stood there awkwardly.

“Oh,” he said, disappointed, and you missed the frown on his face cause you were too busy staring blankly out the window. “Okay,” that’s all he could say. There wasn’t anything else that came to mind, and he felt like the air had just been sucked out of the room as a weird tight feeling in his chest made its presence known.

“Yeah, sorry for that.” You clasped your hands together and concluded, hoping he’d forgive your stupidity. “I’m gonna go make something to eat. Do you want anything?” You tried to switch the topic smoothly, but it didn’t seem to work.

“No, thank you,” he declined with a clenched jaw, getting out of bed and going to the restroom without another word.

You buried your face in your hands, and you couldn’t help but be upset with yourself because of what you did. What made it worse was the fact he actually seemed upset about the kiss. Gosh, the last thing you wanted to do was make him uncomfortable in a space that was supposed to be safe and comfortable for him, but you did just that.

The only time you saw heeseung was when he took the dogs on a walk and came back inside, but for the rest of the day, he shut himself inside his room with Mylo.

“She was just drunk,” he laughed pathetically at himself. “Should’ve known.” he doesn’t know why he foolishly thought you might have actually been interested in him in some way. “Gosh, I’m so stupid,” he scolded himself for his ridiculous assumption about you kissing him on the cheek. “But you,” he scratched Mylo’s chin. “Mylas smitten with you huh?” He laughed. “Well, at least one of us got the girl.”

He rolled over on his bed, thinking of where to go from here, but first things first, he needed to see you. He sighed and got up out of bed, approaching you while you were sitting on the sofa watching TV with Myla. “Hey, y/n, can I talk to you for a sec?” He asked softly as he entered the living room.

You were surprised that he even showed himself to you after your nonsense earlier, and you immediately felt your heart drop. He was probably going to tell you off for kissing him and asking him to sleep with you in the same bed. He was probably going to make boundaries and not talk to you anymore unless necessary. Before more bad thoughts crept up in your head. You answer with a small yet nervous nod as he takes a seat beside you on the couch.

“So, umm, I don’t know how to even start this,” he sighed as Mylo sat down at his feet.

Yep, this was it. He was getting ready to tell you he didn’t want to stay here anymore. Yep, y/n, you really blew it this time. “It’s okay. Just start when you’re ready,” you said calmly despite all the anxiety filling your body.

He smiled at you, appreciative of your welcoming nature. “So I’ll just get straight to the point: I have no education or previous experience of anything, and no one wants to hire me, so unfortunately, until I can get that settled, I have no way of getting a job,” he explained the fact to you hesitantly, feeling ashamed and embarrassed that as a young adult, he had absolutely nothing going for him.

You breathed a sigh of relief. At least he wasn’t telling you off for kissing him last night. You imagined he was going to tell you something so much worse. “Come work with me at the cafe. I can get you in. I guarantee it.” You knew you’d have to do some sweet talking, but your manager was a good guy. He hired you when you were at your lowest, so you’re sure he’d help a guy in need like heeseung.

“But I don’t have any experience,” he worries.

“Okay, hear me out on this.” You quickly dialed your manager's number and put the phone on speaker. “Hi, boss,” you chirped when he answered.

“Y/n! Hi, you just can’t seem to get enough of this place even when you’re on vacation,” he chuckled.

“Well, boss, it’s something really important. A good friend of mine needs a job,” you unknowingly start biting on your nails out of nervousness.

“Oh! Great! Niki just went back home for the holidays, so your timing is impeccable.” You smiled slightly at that. So far, so good. You gave heeseung a thumbs up.

“There’s just one thing… he was homeless, and he doesn’t have any prior experience or anything, so I was hoping maybe you could hire him in and just give him a chance.”

You heard a long sigh over the line. “That’s asking for a lot. Do you know I need someone reliable for this position? It’s nearing fall, and that’s when we’re the busiest.”

You looked at Heeseung, and he nodded his head enthusiastically, showing you that he’d be more than reliable and you trusted him. “He is,” you said, feeling more hopeful by the second.

“You know what? I’ll give him a shot, but I won’t be nice just because he’s your friend.”

“You won’t have to. I know he’s perfect for the job,” you said with confidence.

“I trust you,” he replied. He was stern, but you knew he was a good guy, and he wouldn’t regret giving heeseung a chance.

“Thank you, boss.”

“No problem, y/n. Bring him in for an interview next Wednesday.” 

“Will do!” You hung up and smiled at heeseung, who was already staring at you with the biggest, brightest smile on his face. You literally were his guardian Angel.

“You’re amazing!” He smiled even wider, tackling you in a hug. Out of pure joy, he swears if he got the job, he’d do everything to repay you.

☕️.

“Y/n, I’m so nervous,” heeseung whined, adjusting his dress shirt for the thousandth time.

“Don’t be.” You stood in front of him, taking his hands off his shirt and fixing his tie for him so he wouldn’t have to fidget with it anymore. “You’re gonna do great, I know it.” You had already rehearsed at home, and he did excellently; he had absolutely nothing to worry about. If he hadn’t told you he didn’t have prior experience before, then you wouldn’t have known with how professionally he answered all your questions.

He nodded at your words and took a deep breath, preparing himself for the interview. “Thanks, y/n, I really mean it.” 

“Anytime.” You smiled at him and checked your watch. “It’s time.”

You cheered him on quietly as your boss made an appearance from the back of the cafe. “You must be heeseung?” 

“Yes sir, nice to meet you.” heeseung stood up and took confident steps towards your boss, extending his hand for a handshake. He looked back at you and smiled one last time before going in for his interview.

You felt nervous for him, but you don’t even know why cause you knew he’d do great.

Not even twenty minutes later, he came out with a beaming smile on his face, and you could already tell he had good news. Your body reacted out of excitement, and you immediately ran to him, engulfing him in a big hug. “I got the job!”

“I’m so proud of you!”

“Thank you. I promise I’m going to repay you in full.” he rocked you back and forth in his arms, and this had to be the best day of his entire life.

☕️.

After you and heeseung went back home, you were both just relaxing on the couch, talking about any random topics that came up while the TV played in the background. Heeseung was extra chatty today. The excitement of getting a job still hadn’t left his body yet.

He smiled and scooted a little closer to you as the two babies stuffed themselves on the couch next to you guys. “I know I haven’t even started the job yet, but as soon as I do, I’ll repay you, I promise.”

“Heeseung, thank you, but there’s no need, really,” you tell him earnestly.

“Y/n, you’re too nice to me. You’ve given me everything, and I’ve done nothing in return for you. I want to pay you back. Please let me.” he looked at you, eyes full of nothing but sincerity. “It’s the least I can do.”

“Okay, but you’ve done more than you know,” you tell him, resting your hand on his knee.

“What do you mean by that?” He tilted his head curiously.

“Where do I start?” You sat up straight, hand still softly stroking his knee. “First of all, you’ve given this place life. You gave Myla a friend, and you really brightened up my days. Everything is just better when you’re around, you know?” You retracted your hand nervously, playing with a stray thread on the couch.

“How?” Everything you told him just now was a completely foreign concept. He felt like a burden. He never felt appreciated or cared for. He always just felt like he was an obstacle in someone’s way, rather that be down a random alleyway on the street or back at his adoptive parent's house, so your words were confusing to him, to say the least.

“Cause you’re just fun to be around.” You grew flustered as soon as the words left your mouth. “I like your company, and you make me feel comfortable and safe.” 

“Me? You mean that? Like actually?” he mumbled while looking down at his lap.

“I do.” his head quickly shot up at your words, and you could see the tears gathering in his eyes. No one had ever told him anything like that in his whole entire life, and he couldn’t fathom how anyone could feel that way about him, especially cause all his young adult life, he was told that he was useless, and now here you are telling him the exact opposite.

He quickly hid his face in his palms, hiding his tears from you. “I-I think I need to be alone right now.” he stood up abruptly and walked to the spare bedroom while you sat there half worried, half confused.

“Did I say something wrong?” You whispered to yourself.

Heeseung was just far too overwhelmed with emotions to even respond to you. He wasn’t trying to walk out on you like that, but he needed to gather himself first. He didn’t know what to do; everything he’d felt with you in these past few weeks was so weird, not in a bad way, but in a way that he’d never felt anything like it. He didn’t know what he did to deserve you or anything you’ve done for him so far, but he wouldn’t change it for the world. He was so so thankful for you.

You played with the dogs on the couch for the meantime despite being worried about heeseung. You gave him some time to himself before you went to check in on him. You knocked softly on his door prior to entering. “Heeseung?”

“Yeah, come in.” he quickly wiped his tears as you entered, but anyone with eyes could see he had just been crying.

“Are you okay?” You asked softly and took a seat beside him, your hand automatically stroking his back soothingly.

“I’m more than okay. I’m perfect,” he smiled, pulling you into his arms and hugging you impossibly close. Naturally, you hugged him back cause you absolutely loved his hugs. They were so warm, and they could take any stress away. You felt content just being in his arms.

“Are you sure?” you mumbled into the crook of his neck, and he hummed in response, hugging you a little tighter.

“I’m just overjoyed, that’s all,” he sighs in contentment.

“Oh, I’m glad.” You patted his back gently, relieved that you hadn’t said anything offensive to him. “I was thinking if you wanted to, we could celebrate your employment with dinner.”

“Ooh, okay, what are we gonna make?” He asked, releasing you from his arms, an excited expression on his face.

“Oh umm, I was thinking of going out to eat,” you tell him your idea.

“Wow, okay, that sounds fun. I’ve never eaten out before. What should I wear? How should I act?” He hopped off his bed, searching through his very, very small wardrobe, which reminds you you need to take him shopping again. All he had was loungewear and a suit for his interview.

His excitement was absolutely adorable to you, but when you found out he’d never been to dinner before, that broke your heart. Something that most people do naturally was something foreign to him, and you realized in that moment you took a lot of things for granted. “Just wear something comfy,” you smiled.

☕️.

“Be good while I’m gone. Don’t mess up any more of y/n’s furniture, got it? She’s kind enough to let us stay here, so we must respect her.” Mylo just sat there, tail wagging while he looked at his master. “You don’t got it, do you?” Heeseung frowned. Mylo had already practically destroyed your table in the kitchen, and something deep down told him Mylo wasn’t going to stop until the living room furniture was polished in his scratch marks.

“Heeseung, it’s fine. Besides, I needed a new table anyways.”

“But-“

“Come on, we’ll be late for our reservation.” You grabbed his head, leading him to the door.

“Wait, how do I look?” He was in a plain white dress shirt, black slacks, and hair slicked back to perfection, and he smelled delicious.

“Handsome,” you complimented him as casually as you could despite your heart pumping wildly in your chest.

“You look beautiful,” you thanked him shyly as you both just kinda stood there awkwardly until one of you came back to your senses after staring at each other for far too long.

“The reservation,” he mumbled slowly, still taking in your beauty.

“Yeah,” you whispered and shook your head to break out of your trance, finally leaving your apartment, praying that the babies would behave while you were both gone.

☕️.

Going out and spending time with heeseung really made time fly by. He was just so down to earth you never really got the chance to settle down and talk to him one-on-one, but after tonight, you learned a lot of things about him. Despite his past, he was very bright and hopeful. He was an extremely humble and admirable person, and you could tell once he got on his feet, he was going to have a very bright future ahead of him and you’re just happy you could help him get there..

The dinner went smoothly. Two hours passed by way too soon, and it was already time to go back home, but you were hoping you could both do this again sometime really soon.

The both of you gasped in pure shock the moment you entered your apartment. “Mylo! Get off of her!” heeseung shirked, but it was a bit too late for that. “Oh goodness, I’m so sorry,” heeseung quickly apologized as you closed your apartment door and stood outside with a shocked expression, trying to take in the fact that the two of your babies were mating while you both were out.

“Well, I think the furniture is the least of our concerns,” you joked.

“Yeah,” heeseung laughed along with you, still a bit shocked as well. From what he could tell, Mylo wasn’t showing any signs, but he supposed it was mating season after all. Time had really flown since he started staying with you.

“Do you maybe want to go for a walk?” Heeseung looked up at you, his honey-like eyes staring into your own, and just like at dinner, you couldn’t peel your eyes away from them. “You know, while they have their alone time,” you chuckled.

“Sure, a walk sounds nice,” he smiles, taking your hand in his as he helps you down the stairs. He immediately lets go the moment you reach the bottom of the steps, and you’re kinda disappointed at the loss of contact, but you and him didn’t have a relationship quite like that, so holding your hand would be a bit inappropriate at the moment. “So I guess we’re gonna have a bunch of baby Mylas and Mylo’s running around the apartment.” 

“I guess so.” You still couldn’t believe that they actually mated. That was the last thing on your mind when you guys left for dinner.

“Ohh, I already have some names,” he says, tucking his hands into his pockets. “Myah for a girl and Myles for a boy.”

“That’s really cute, heeseung, but surely we can’t keep all those puppies,” you say. Of course, you wanted them, but where would they all go?

“We can’t keep them?” Heeseung pouts.

“Where would we put them all? She’s gonna have at least four, and that’s at least,” you exclaimed. You heard they could have up to 15, and if that happened, you were going to be in for a real surprise.

“Yeah….you’re right,” he replies, already sulking cause he couldn’t keep all the baby puppies.

“We can keep the puppies.” You tell him to lighten his mood and his eyes light up right away as he looks at you.

“Really?!” He says excitedly.

“But,” you say sharply. “When they grow, we have to take them to a shelter or something.” his shoulders immediately slump down again.

You really aren’t sure what’s going on in that little noggin of his, but did he really think you could have an apartment full of adult shepherds?

“Okay,” he literally sounded just like a child who couldn’t get their way, and you shook your head softly, deciding to deal with that problem a bit further down the road.

“So…” you continued your little walk, enjoying what was left of the warm weather. “Did you enjoy your time?”

“I loved it. I haven’t had so much fun in ages. Do you think we could go out again sometime soon?” You smile softly, nodding your head. One thing you liked about Heeseung was that he was never shy about showing his gratitude and thankfulness. “I know I already said it, but I’m gonna keep saying it. Thank you for everything.” he came to a stop and turned to you. “You really saved my life, y/n, and I mean it. Without you, I would have lost hope by now.”

“Nonsense,” you laughed it off. You weren’t going to take all the credit for his hard work over the years.

“No, really, I was giving up until you came along and gave me something to look forward to. Gave me some type of hope that if I just held on a little longer, something special would come my way or someone special.” he took a step closer, his eyes locked on your lips until they darted to your eyes before he engulfed you in a hug and again you were a bit disappointed cause you really, really thought he might have kissed you with they way he looked at your lips, but you’re sure you just imagine that cause who were you kidding? He probably didn’t even like you like that, plus your relationship was purely platonic, so it’d be weird if he kissed you, even though you really wished he did.

“You’re gonna make me cry, heeseung.” You wrapped your arms around him, hugging him close.

“Please do. I don’t want to be the only one crying here,” he chuckles as warm tears roll down his cheeks.

“Okay,” you laugh slightly, your own tears now wetting his dress shirt.

Eventually, it got late, and after his heartfelt confession, you both went home. If you didn’t catch Mylo and Myla in the act, you’d think they slept the whole time while you and heeseung were gone, but no.

You and heeseung tiptoed together down the hall so you wouldn’t wake the babies and finally go your separate ways after spending the whole day and night together. “Thanks again for today. Goodnight y/n,”

“Goodnight, hee,” you whisper, and he only registered what you called him once you closed the door, and he went to sleep with a silly little smile on his face from the nickname you’d given to him.

☕️.

“So Hoon, this is my good friend heeseung, and you’ll be training him today.” your vacation was over, and this was heeseung’s first day on the job, so the timing couldn’t have been more perfect. You were so excited you got to work with him on his first day.

“Woah Woah Woah, I never signed up for any of this. When did you become the boss?” Sunghoon raised his brow with a teasing look.

“I’m not the boss, but I’m the boss of you, so you do what I say.” You put your hands on your hips, speaking matter-of-factly.

“Yes, boss,” he saluted, making you giggle. “Hi, my name is Sunghoon.” he quickly turned to heeseung, shaking his hand politely.

“Hi, I’m heeseung.” sunghoon nodded and focused his attention back to you. 

Heeseung just stood there awkwardly, watching you and Sunghoon laugh and converse amongst yourselves. He didn’t know what exactly he was feeling when he saw you and Sunghoon talking, but whatever it was didn’t feel good, and he didn’t like it one bit. 

Heeseung just moped around for the time being, looking at all the different coffee machines until you two had finally stopped talking. “Alright, time to get you familiar around here. My name is Sunghoon, and wait, I already said that. Never mind, just follow me.” he put his arm on heeseung’s back and led him to the back while you gave him an excited little wave.

Hours passed by, and the training was going smoothly. Sunghoon had no doubts about your friend. He’d do just perfect here. “I knew you’d be good at this. With your skills and that face; you’ll be getting all my tips in no time,” Sunghoon laughed.

“What do you mean? Your tips? Is that like a good thing?” Heeseung asked curiously.

“Well, good for you, bad for me,” he chuckled. “If you think you’re ready, I can show you how to take orders as early as today.”

“Oh yes, I’m ready,” Heeseung said, determined he wanted to know everything so he could perform his absolute best. Ever since he stepped into the building, he wanted to prove himself and be the best worker he could be.

When the customers started coming in, heeseung was a bit nervous in the beginning, but he got over it after the first few customers and took the orders smoothly. Just after one day, he was already proficient in everything, which was kinda scary to Sunghoon but also very good.

“What did you do to him?” You asked Sunghoon as you both watched him working away from the back. He was handling each customer so professionally it took you at least a week to get that comfortable, and here he is doing it all in one day.

“Don’t blame this on me. You’re the one who brought that freak of nature in here.” sunghoon put his hands up in defense, going to make some of the orders heeseung was taking.

“You’re doing great.” you walked up to heeseung when things started to slow down a bit. “And it’s only your first day,” you congratulated him, patting him on his shoulder.

“Yeah, thanks.” he was still feeling weird from what happened earlier, and he didn’t feel like talking much right now unless he had to. Whatever this stupid feeling was in his chest, he hoped it’d go away soon so he could focus on work fully.

“Boss will want you at full-time right away,” you smiled.

“Cool,” he forced a laugh as some more customers came through the door.

Odd, you thought, but shook it off. He seemed to be acting different all day, but he was probably a little stressed from taking on so much work in one day. “Here, $1,76 is your change, and your order will be right out.” he smiled politely at the customer as you watched from a distance while cleaning tables.

The customer in said topic was absolutely beautiful; she had long blonde hair, blue eyes, a pretty smile, and perfect skin. To top it all off, she was so polite.

You knew heeseung was just doing his job, but to see him smiling at her so brightly while he barely acknowledged you at all today made your stomach turn.

But you shook that off, too, cause you and heeseung weren’t dating, and you were just being a little irrational at this point.

Heeseung was the same with you throughout the rest of the shift, and even when you guys went home, he wasn’t talkative. He didn’t eat dinner, and he barely managed to mumble out a goodnight before he went to his room and never came back out for the rest of the night, which was especially odd because he always used to want to watch TV with you before bed.

You just sighed, wondering what could be on his mind and making him act so differently towards you, but again, you chalked it up to stress and hoped he’d be feeling better by tomorrow after a good night's rest.

Needless to say, you went to bed in a sour mood, hoping the next morning would be better.

☕️.

Except it wasn’t.

The girl that you had been envious of previously came back the very next day.

Your blood was already boiling the moment she came in, and you had grown tired of her overly affectionate attitude towards him very quickly.

At first, you weren’t too bothered. You thought she was just being polite to him, which was fine, but when she came back and started making small talk with your ma- heeseung, you could barely even hold it together, and what made it all worse was that he still wasn’t acting like himself. He rarely talked to you at all this morning and if he did it was only if he needed help with something.

Yet he was perfectly fine with chatting away with her. Did you do something wrong? Was he mad at you? You couldn’t help but wonder.

“If looks could kill, that girl would be six feet under,” Sunghoon chimes as if you needed his two cents right now.

“Whatever.” You tossed the towel over your shoulder, going to the back to wash down some dishes so you wouldn’t have to hear her, but you still did, unfortunately, and what you heard next made you take an early break.

“Here’s my number. I was thinking we could go out on a date sometime,” she handed him a piece of paper with her number on it.

“O-oh,” heeseung blushed a little. This was the first time he’d ever been asked out before, well, except for you, but that was different, and he didn’t really know what to say or do. “Okay, yeah, sure, we can go out sometime.” he smiles a little awkwardly.

“Great! Bye, cutie,” she waved to him, and he stood there with the biggest smile on his face.

“Bye,” he said softly, and he tucked the number safely into his back pocket.

You took your apron off and slammed it on the back counter before taking a break.

You knew you were overreacting, but you just needed a minute for this to all settle in, but before you could even let your frustrations out. Heeseung was sitting right next to you, and you had to play off your anger and disguise it as being tired. “Hey, y/n, how come you’re taking a break so early?” Heeseung was finally starting to feel a little bit more like himself now that you and Sunghoon weren’t literally joined at the hip. He felt like he could get your attention back on him, at least while on break, that is.

“Just tired,” you reply, completely uninterested in having a conversation right now.

“Ah, I see.” he clears his throat. “I’ll ask you later then.”

“It’s fine, hee,” you tell him, and he goes ahead and continues on.

His heart started to beat quicker hearing the nickname you gave him, but he did his best to compose himself.“So, like, this girl just asked me out.” Oh no, you really wish you hadn’t told him to tell you because this is the last thing you want to hear about right now. “And I’m really nervous about it because I’ve never been asked out on a date before,” he picked at his nails.

So he didn’t think of the other night he spent with you as a date?

Ouch.

But again, you guys weren’t dating, so it really wasn’t a date, even if you really wanted it to be. “That’s great! Heeseung, it’s okay to be nervous on your first date.” You patted his shoulder comfortingly despite feeling a growing ache in your chest.

“I just don’t want to mess it up or make a fool out of myself, you know?” He poured out his worries to you. “Cause, as you know, I have a habit of saying too much sometimes,” he laughs softly.

“You won’t, hee, I promise.” you smile and stand up, not having the physical or mental strength to talk to him about this any longer cause the thought of him with another girl that isn’t you was tearing you apart inside which you know is stupid because you’ve never even made any advances towards him. Still, you just wanted to take things slow, apparently, though that wasn’t the best approach cause someone had gotten to him before you could work up the courage to. “Just be yourself.”

“Just be myself,” he whispered while you were walking away. He took the piece of paper with the number on it out of his pocket and looked at it. “She’s right.” he stayed outside on the back steps, enjoying the last little bit of his break.

☕️.

“Y/n! I’m heading out now. Could you tell me how I look?” You heard heeseung shouting from the living room while you were lying in bed with a headache cause all week, all he did was talk about his stupid date, and all week, you had to pretend that you were happy for him.

“You look good,” you said once you went to the living room and saw him standing there in a very, very attractive outfit.

“O-oh,” he looked down at his outfit, rethinking his choice cause whenever you called him handsome, he felt confident, but since you said he just looked good, he started feeling a little self-conscious about himself. “Just good? Not handsome?” He pouted.

You sighed and walked closer to him. “No, hee, you look handsome as always. Go and enjoy your date, okay?” You corrected his tie, took a little piece of lint off his top, and patted his chest.

“Yes, ma'am,” he smiles as he exits the door, feeling warm inside after getting your approval.

☕️.

You were literally seething on your bed, and you couldn’t take it, knowing that the man you liked was out on a date with some girl who probably didn’t even deserve him.

You almost knew for a certainty she only asked him out that day cause of his looks. It’s not like she gave him food and money when he was on the street. Where was she when he was alone and scared? Exactly, absolutely nowhere.

But you were and still are and always will be.

But you knew that was a stupid way of thinking. He doesn’t have to be obligated to like you just cause you willingly took care of him, but still, you wished he felt the same way about you that you felt for him.

As sad as it was, though, you were still happy for him. He’s come so far, and he deserves to be happy after all he’s been through. You just wanted him to be happy even if things didn’t turn out the way you wanted them to, even if you weren’t the one that made him happy.

When ten o’clock came, heeseung was thanking his stars because he had the absolute worst time ever. He thought he was gonna have fun like the dinner you took him out on, and it was everything but that. 

He knocked softly on the door, hoping you were still awake at this hour. “Hi, y/n,”

“Hey, hee, did you have fun?” You asked after calming yourself down from all the negative thoughts that you had previously.

“Oh gosh, no, she kept asking me to drink, and I don’t drink. I tried it, though, and it was really bad, and then out of nowhere, she tried to kiss me, and I obviously declined because I wasn’t interested, plus her breath smelled like alcohol, and then she got upset, and we didn’t even get dessert” he pouted. “And she kept asking if I wanted to Netflix and chill. I don’t even know what Netflix is, and to my knowledge, we were already chilling,” he whined, going on and on about the horrors of his date.

Something told you he didn’t have much experience in the dating scene either, and you had to stifle your laugh because he looked so adorable and clueless. After hearing about his date you knew your suspicions about her liking him just for his looks were true, but you still couldn’t believe she was that forward with him, especially drinking on the first date.

“I’m sorry. We have ice cream in the freezer. Are you still up for some dessert?” You suggested hoping to save his terrible night with a sweet treat.

“Yes, please,” he sighed. All he wanted was to change his clothes and spend some time with you after his horrible date. “Y/n, what’s Netflix and chill?” He asked innocently while you both sat at the table and ate ice cream together. This was already ten times better than his date.

Oh, boy, were you in for a ride. Not only did you have to explain to him what Netflix and chill was, but you also had to tell him about why people typically asked other people out on dates and the expressions he made once he realized that were precious but also hilarious.

“Eww, no, No Netflix and chill, just dessert,” he whined. He knows better than to go on a date again, if you could even call it that.

“Okay, just dessert,” you laughed and ruffled his hair, serving him and yourself some more ice cream. You both went to the living room and cozied up on your sofa, watching some TV and enjoying each other’s presence for the rest of the night.

☕️.

You felt bad for liking the fact that heeseung’s date went bad, but you quickly erased those silly thoughts from your head. He was single, and he could be with whoever he liked, and you accepted that, which you’re so glad you did cause, apparently, he was the most wanted man; everyone at the cafe was fawning over him, not just you and Sunghoon but guys and girls too. It was busier than ever after he got hired there. The tips they left for him were insane, not to mention all the numbers he got from women. he just ignored them, though, after that horrible date he went on, he wasn’t up for going on another one anytime soon, besides hanging out with a girl that wasn’t you just didn’t feel right to him anyway. No one made him feel safe and comfortable to be himself like you did.

He was already having a rough day after his failed date last night. On top of all the compliments, small talk, and outward flirting he was getting, it was just a little exhausting, and when he saw you and “Hoon” talking, it just soured his mood even more, that same weird feeling bubbling up in his chest, again. “Y/n, can you help me with the register, please?” He knew darn well he didn’t need any help, but if it stopped you from talking to that guy you called Hoon, then he was more than happy to pretend he needed help. “Thanks, y/n. I don’t know what I’d do without you.” he smiles and awkwardly places his hand on your shoulder, attempting to show you some type of affection even though he doesn’t really know how.

You do your best to hide your flustered state and reply. “You’re welcome. I’m always here for you.” You placed your hand over his, which was still lingering on you, sending jolts of electricity through his body, awakening all the little butterflies in his tummy.

Not even five minutes later, after your guy’s little moment, you were in the back with Sunghoon talking again about god knows what while heeseung used every last tactic to split you guys up, but somehow, you always found your way back together again.

“You need some help?” Sunghoon asked heeseung, who was angrily scrubbing away at the dishes after closing.

“No,” he said without even looking at Sunghoon.

Sunghoon smiled a knowing smile. Heeseung was so obvious it was adorable. “I know you like y/n, and I know you think we have something going on, but I’m taken, and y/n and I are just really close friends.” he could see the jealousy just oozing off of heeseung for the whole day the same jealousy that was oozing off you just a week prior.

“What are you on about? I don’t like y/n like that, and if you guys are dating, I don’t care either,” he replied harshly.

“Pretty sure she likes you too, and maybe when you’re not looking like you want to bite my head off, you could ask her out,” Sunghoon jokes.

“She does?” heeseung says excitedly, his eyes lighting up, causing Sunghoon to let out a hearty laugh. “Wait,” heeseung sighs. “I-I'm sorry, I just don’t know. I’m sorry. I don’t know what the heck is happening to me,” he pouts, unknowingly dropping the sponge he was using in the sink, his shoulders soon deflating in defeat.

“You’re jealous you’re in love, and you’re confused about it, and you don’t know it, that’s it.” sunghoon pats heeseung’s shoulders. “But no worries, once you ask her out, it’ll all be fine. Trust me, I was just like you before I got with my girl.”

Heeseung gives him a small smile. “You think she likes me back? It doesn’t seem like it,” heeseung said innocently. His mind couldn’t help but wander back to the time you said kissing him on the cheek was a mistake. Since that day, he just gave up hope that you would like him back altogether.

“She likes you back,” Sunghoon assured him. “She definitely likes you back,” he says, remembering all the jealous glares you were giving to the customers today.

“O-oh, okay,” he blushed. “When should I do it?”

Oh brother, where did you find him? Oh yeah, on the street. “When it feels right,” he gave heeseung a reassuring squeeze on the shoulder. “Now go home with y/n. I’ll finish up here.” he took heeseung’s spot in front of the sink.

“But-“

“It’s alright, just go home,” heeseung thanked him profusely and already thought of a million ways to repay him the next time he saw him.

☕️.

When it feels right.

It always feels right. He thinks he feels right whenever he’s with you. Right now, being on the couch while you sit and watch TV together feels right. “Y/n? Can I ask you a question?” You shift your attention to heeseung, who is already turned towards you, looking at you with a serious expression on his face. 

“Of course.” You turned down the volume on the TV so you could answer his question while giving him your full attention.

“I like you. Do you want to go out on a date with me?” He says softly, eyes showing heavy emotion as he waits for your answer. He’s a little tense and really nervous, but he’s still smiling, that pretty little smile of his.

Your ears must be wrong or something cause there’s no way the Lee Heeseung wanted you to go on a date with him.

Not when he has people lined up quite literally asking him for his number on a daily basis.

But when he stares at you, not saying anything else and waiting patiently for your answer, you realize that he is indeed asking you to go out with him, and he’s one hundred percent serious. “Yes, heeseung, I would love that!” You all but jump on his lap excitedly. “Of course, I want to go on a date with you!”

“Yeah?” He chuckles, hands automatically wrapping around your torso. “Okay,” he breathed the deep breath he was holding for the last minute. “I can’t wait,” he mutters. 

“Me neither,” you whisper, getting lost in his sweet brown eyes.

“Do you want to go now?” He doesn’t want to rush it, but he really wants to spend another day with you, like the one you both celebrated during his employment.

“Sure, hee, we can go now.” You smile at him, unable to contain your excitement.

“Okay!” He returns your smile and goes to his room to get dressed cause, of course, he has to look handsome for you.

Meanwhile, you’re squealing onto the couch, ruffling your hair cause you were about to go insane lee heeseung actually liked you back and wanted to take you out for a date.

When you looked up, Mylo and Myla were staring at you with their eyes wide and ears pulled back from your loud shrieks. “Don’t judge me,” you pointed at them and ran to your room to get dressed and ready for your date with heeseung.

☕️.

After you both stood in the living room for at least five minutes complimenting each other's outfits like broken records, you finally left the house.

It was all fun asking you out, but when it came to the part about actually going out, Heeseung didn’t know what to do.

He didn’t know how to drive, so he was already feeling a bit self-conscious when you had to drive. He hadn’t received his first check yet, so he couldn’t even treat you, and now his mood was down. 

You were both having a good conversation, but he got lost in thought, wondering what you’d think about him not being the one taking the initiative. After all, he was taking you on a date, not the other way around. “Hee, are you okay?” You ask when you saw him completely zoned out.

“Yeah, I’m okay,” he sighed, fake smiling at you, and he couldn’t help but think after tonight, you’d probably never want to go back out with him ever again. Little did he know you were having the best night of your life. You weren’t thinking about how he didn’t drive you. You weren’t thinking about how he didn’t pay. All you were thinking about was how much fun you were having with him and how lucky you were to be out on a date with the person you liked for what felt like forever.

“No, you’re not. You haven’t even touched your ice cream, and you love ice cream.” You furrow your brows, wondering what changed so suddenly, everything was going fine, and then suddenly it wasn’t.

“Y/n, I’m sorry,” he apologized out of nowhere, making the situation even more confusing for you. Before you could even ask why, he went on to explain. “I know you’re disappointed with our date, but I just want you to know that when I get my check, I’ll take you out somewhere. I promise I’ll pay for everything, and with all the tips I’ve been getting, I’ve been saving up for a car, and I know I haven’t even paid you back yet, but I swear I will and-“

“Heeseung, what are you even saying?” You ask him in disbelief.

How could he possibly think you were disappointed? You were literally having the best night of your life all thanks to him.

“I’m saying that I’m still just a useless bum, and I’m sorry I can’t give you more.” Your heart breaks when you see his eyes begin to water. The now beautiful date outside on the balcony all of a sudden turned gloomy.

“Hee…” You place your hand over his, and he retracts it, resting his hand on his lap as he looks down. “No,” you whisper and scoot your chair next to his, leaning into his side. “I don’t want more; I just want you.” he looks up, his teary gaze meets yours, and your eyes look so beautiful and sincere that he can’t help but get lost in them. “I don’t care how much you have or how much you don’t have. I just want you.” You cup his cheek, stroking it softly with your thumb. “But if you insist on giving me more than kiss me,” he sucks in a sharp breath and quickly tries to compose himself, which you find adorable like everything else he does. At least a minute passes before he even moves, but you don’t mind cause you’d wait forever for him.

“But-“

“Kiss me, hee, please,” and he does just that. His eyes slowly flutter shut. The last image he remembers is of your beautiful eyes and your soft, puckered lips. As he leans in, placing his lips on yours, his body heats up immediately, and the chills he had gotten from the ice cream prior completely wither away. He lifts his hand, cupping your cheek as well while his warm lips rest against yours, and the kiss is so soft, so sweet, so delicate that he almost feels like he’s going to cry cause he’s never felt anything like it ever and seconds later he does cry a stray tear rolling down his cheek as he reluctantly separates himself from you.

He never said it to anyone, not even his adoptive parents, but for some reason that he can’t pinpoint, the words just come out of his mouth like it was just any ordinary thing to say to someone. “I love you.” When he hears himself, his eyes widen, almost like he was scared of what your reaction would be, and you laugh softly cause he was always such a sweetheart.

Your own eyes get teary while you swipe the tear off his cheek. “I love you too.” his whole body melts, relaxing into your touch as his smile spreads so wide that it reaches you, and you can’t help but smile back as he sniffles softly. 

At that moment, you didn’t have a doubt in the world when you said those words to him. If anything, it felt natural, like a weight had been lifted, and you had finally poured out all your feelings that you kept bottled up for so long, and it felt amazing.

While you were staring at him, he pecked your lips again before pulling away.

No words needed to be spoken. The love reflected in each of your eyes, and as the night continued, it was filled with laughter, longing smiles, and endless shy glances as you took turns feeding each other the now melted ice cream, but somehow, even though it was melted, it tasted sweeter this way.

☕️.

Hand in hand, you both walked to the same little dog park that you and he went to the day he left. You were so glad those days were behind you. You both sat on the bench together, reminiscing about the first day you both met.

“And you remember when you yelled at me at the cafe?” You asked, laughing softly.

“Oh god,” he hides in the crook of your neck, whining about the embarrassing memories. “I’m still so sorry for that.”

“You were like, I don’t need your help. Just leave me alone,” you teased him further. At the time, it wasn’t exactly a laughing matter, but looking back at it now, it was funny, especially to see how far you both come now. 

“I remember,” he sighed. “It was the night before that group of assholes attacked us. You had given me some cash, I went to the convenience store and bought Mylo some food, but before I could pay, I saw that they were messing with Mylo, so I ran outside, and next thing you know, they’re running off, I went back in the store, grabbed my change and left without a second thought and then the next day I had an interview which went horribly by the way, so I take the bus back home, but before that, I went to the cafe and placed my order and when I went to pull out the money I’m short cause that cashier took my change” you listen intently to his story, that was a lot happening in the short time span of a day.

“I’m so sorry you had to go through all that. It must have been so hard.” You kissed his cheek, your hand moving to the back of his head to play with his hair as he nuzzled into your neck.

“It was baby,” he sighed. “So hard.” The pet name slips out without him even knowing, and it makes your heart beat like ten times faster cause he called you baby. You were literally screaming inside.

“So you tried to get work in the past?” You ask, toying with the little hairs on his nape as his eyes fall shut, enjoying the sensation of your warm fingers on his skin. He could stay like this forever.

“Hmm, many times, and I failed many times. I prefer not to go into detail if you don’t mind,”

“It’s okay, I understand.” You kissed the crown of his head.

“A lot happened in the past nine years, but it was mainly just me finding different alleyways to sleep, going days without food. People judging me for being homeless, which wasn’t fair because they didn’t even know my situation,” he leaned back, sitting up straight, your hand still resting on the back of his head. “I didn’t choose to be homeless. I was forced. What would anyone else do if they were being abused at home? Just sit there and take it, no? So I left, and I never looked back, and even after all the stuff I’ve been through and how bad I’ve been treated just for having less than someone else, it was still better because, in some twisted way, it was better to get hit and yelled at by strangers than your own family you know?” He sniffles, unable to hide his emotions when talking about his past. “Since my real parents turned their backs on me, I turned my back on people, and that’s why when you tried to help me, I assumed you were just like the rest, just giving me money cause you pitied me, and that’s the last thing I wanted cause it made me feel pathetic, made me feel like I was incapable, made me feel weak and useless” he wipes away some of his tears as you rub his back. “But you just wouldn’t take no for an answer,” he laughs, and you smile softly despite the tears you had shed somewhere when he was telling you his story. “That day down that alley, that’s when I knew you were different cause no one had ever gone through that much trouble just for me, and I still think about that day every day. You literally saved me from my old life. You gave me something to look forward to, and you gave me a reason to keep going. It’s funny telling you this now, but the time I left after you took me in, I thought about all our moments together, but one stood out to me the most,” he smiles.

“What’s that?” You say, swiping his cheek where the tears had dried up. 

“I thought to myself about that day when you offered me cream with my coffee.” You furrow your brows, wondering where he was going with this. “Before you, I used to just drink plain black coffee, and after you, I started to drink it with cream.” he held your hand in his thumb, circling the back of it. “And from that moment on, I always said to myself, you were the cream to my coffee. You brightened the dark, bland beverage with light and sweetness, and since that day, I’ve never had black coffee.”

The smile that grew on your face was probably the most genuine, sincere, pure thing heeseung had ever laid his eyes on.

You couldn’t help but hug him so tight, his words hitting every nerve in your body, lighting it up with nothing but pure joy and happiness. You had no idea he thought that highly of you. Sure, you went out of your way to help him, but the fact he said you literally saved him warmed your heart to no end, and if you had the chance, you’d gladly do it all over again. “I love you, coffee,” you confessed, your hands still tightly wrapped around his waist.

“And I love you, cream,” he grins as the sun sets behind you two, bringing this lovely date to its end.

☕️.

“So, did you ask her?” Sunghoon whispers to heeseung while you’re obliviously taking orders.

Heeseung enthusiastically nods his head. “She said yes, and we went out together,” he nearly squeals.

“Ha! I told you!” Sunghoon pinched heeseung on the cheek, making the elder male turn an even brighter shade of red.

“Told what?” You went to the back, where heeseung and Sunghoon looked to be talking and slacking off.

“What? Told who? What happened? I didn’t hear anything. Did you hear anything?” Sunghoon rambles.

“Nope, nothing!” Heeseung practically shouts his reply as you stare at the two in confusion.

“Is that dust? Wow, you know what? I think that’s dust, haha. Let me just squeeze by here.” Sunghoon leaves to go clean the imaginary dust, leaving heeseung all by himself.

“Am I missing something here?” You ask.

“No, nope, nothing at all,” his response is quick as he goes back to washing dishes, and you finished making the orders like nothing ever happened.

“Strange,” you mumbled but shrugged it off, besides heeseung and Sunghoon seemed fine the rest of the day, so you didn’t question it again.

“Hey, y/n, I was thinking if you want, we could go on another date today. You know, if you want, you don’t have to. I’m sure you’re probably tired from work, and I thought it might be nice just to maybe go out and relax, but yeah, you know, actually, never mind because you-“

You quickly cut him off with a soft kiss on his lips. Luckily, most of the customers had cleared out by now, giving you the green light to show affection to your adorable co-worker. “I’d love to.” You walk away from him with a smile while he stands there like a deer in the headlights, softly touching his lips.

“Uhh yeah, okay,” he completely drops what he’s doing and goes from behind the register to clean the tables, even though you were already doing that. 

“Heeseung?” You call to him cause he is literally right next to you, helping you clean the same exact table.

“Hmm?” He hums.

“The register isn’t going to count itself,” you tell him playfully, noticing how ever since you kissed him, he seemed like he was slightly out of it.

“O-oh, okay.” he acknowledged what you said but hadn’t fully processed it yet. “Ohhhhhhhh right, yeah right.” his ears turned bright red, and he scurried on back to the register diligently counting the drawer, and you shook your head softly.

He was impossible.

☕️.

The date was going great. Of course, heeseung loved every last bit of it. He could literally go on a date with you every single day. That’s just how much he loved being with you, except there was a one tiny little problem, nothing major, but he was just so lost in thought. What were you talking about? Well, he doesn’t exactly know. He can’t listen because he’s been thinking about asking you this for weeks now, and when you take a small break from talking, he slips it in. It’s so out of place for anyone else, but it’s perfect for him. “Y/n, will you be my girlfriend?” He struggles to make eye contact with you. His eyes are shaking, and his heart is racing, yet he just can’t seem to look away from you, no matter how shy or flustered he gets.

You were talking about work one moment, and the next, your very handsome date is asking you to be his girlfriend. You’re stunned, you’re shocked, flabbergasted, and every other term used for astonishment when he asks you that, and all you can do is smile, which automatically makes him smile and he’s hoping that’s a good sign. 

His eyes gleam with hope, and your eyes gleam with nothing but joy as a few tears well in them. “Yes, heeseung, I would love nothing more than to be your girlfriend.” You nod softly, an even bigger smile gracing his lips now that you’ve said yes.

“Great!” He says, followed by a laugh, getting a bit teary-eyed himself. “Why do we always end up crying when we’re together?” He jokes, his smile turning into a slight frown as he breaks out in tears of happiness. 

You giggle through tears and reach your hand out, intertwining your fingers together with his. 

“My girlfriend,” he whispers, bringing your hand to his mouth and placing a soft kiss on it. 

“My boyfriend,” he grins, and he doesn’t think that his life could be any better than being here with you right now. He’d do it all over again just to be sitting here staring into your beautiful eyes, calling you his.

☕️.

The whole way back home, heeseung just couldn’t seem to part from you, and neither could you. He’d hold your hand, or you’d rest your hand on his knee while driving home; even when he got out of the car to get the door for you, he glued his hand to yours again, helping you upstairs to your little apartment.

Normally, after a date, you’d both say your goodnights and get ready for bed, but tonight was different. Once you set the keys down on your little coffee table, he just stood in the living room staring at you, almost like he wanted to say something or do something. The feeling was very much mutual as you walked closer and closer to him, placing your hands on his waist; when he leaned in, that was the only sign you needed to close the distance between the both of you as you captured his lips in a soft kiss. 

He hummed softly, his hands mimicking yours, encircling your waist. After a few seconds, you’d both separate, but this time, the kiss lasted a bit longer than all the previous pecks you had given each other. 

The more you took his breath away, the needier the kiss became. He dragged you closer, pressing your body flush against his. His tongue, messily searching for an opening to push between your lips that were closed but soon opened up for him.

Your teeth clash in the beginning, and the kiss is a bit messy and uncoordinated until you both get the hang of it.

Needless to say, you’re both just as inexperienced as each other. You were too busy with school for boys, and heeseung, as sad as it is, didn’t even have a prospect of any intimacy, but he’s okay with that cause it was worth saving himself all for you. 

“Y/n,” he whispers on your lips, nails digging into your hips as he backs you up to the couch, and you sit down. He climbs on top of you, hands going to cup your cheeks. As he deepens the kiss, your head feels light, your body is warm to the touch, and you don’t know where this is going, but you don’t want it to stop.

He straddles your waist, practically sitting on your lip, his lower body grinding softly. He doesn’t notice this, but you do and place your hands on his hips, guiding his movements as you both kiss like your lives depend on it.

You slip your hands under his shirt, fingers tracing the warm flesh of his waist as he whimpers into your mouth. 

He pulls away for a nanosecond to take a breath before locking his lips together with yours again. “Y/n,” he moans when his bulge brushes against you.

You gasped into his mouth, the new and foreign feeling making your body alight with excitement. You trace your hand down to the front of his jeans. It’s almost automatic how you do it despite not having prior experience, but it just feels right. 

“O-oh,” he moans, pulling away from the kiss and breathing heavily, trying to understand what’s happening to his body.

“Sorry, was that too much?” he shakes his head no immediately.

“No, it just feels so,” he gulped, his eyes falling shut. “Overwhelming,” he laughs slightly, trying to pinpoint exactly what he’s feeling.

“Feels that way for me, too.” You bat your eyelashes, lips glossy and swollen from all the kissing.

“Yeah?” He smiles, nudging his forehead against yours before going in for another quick kiss, and this time, you slip your hand into the band of his pants, touching him over his underwear.

“F-uck” he trembles, body shuddering while you massage his length, and he can’t even kiss you properly anymore. “T-too much.” You take your head out of his pants, muttering another apology. “No, please don’t apologize. It felt so good,” he breathes out. “Too good,” he chuckles softly while stroking your cheek. “I just think that maybe we should wait,” he suggests, and that option sounds good to you cause you’re not sure if you could go all the way with him right now without feeling like your heart was going to explode.

“Yeah, let’s wait.” You cup his face and peck his lips.

“Okay.” there’s no denying that both of you are wet and throbbing with need, but the timing was everything, and you wanted your first time to be something that you both remember as the best time of your lives, not to say it wasn’t but in the needy state you both were in taking it slow might be for the best.

He pecks your lips one last time before climbing off of you. “But if it’s not too much to ask, could we maybe sleep together tonight?” he plays with your fingers, eyeing you while he awaits your answer..

“It’s not too much to ask,” you smile, taking his hand and guiding him to your bathroom so you can both get changed and clean up before bed. Besides, Mylo and Myla had overrun his room, so he didn’t have much choice. It was your bed or the couch, and you were definitely not letting him sleep alone on the couch.

☕️.

“You’re not the only one with a girlfriend.” heeseung was up early in the morning, far earlier than you. He had already taken both dogs out for a walk and made breakfast for you both. “Looks like we both got the girl after all,” he chuckled and poked Mylo on his stomach playfully as he rolled over and wagged his tail. “We made it, boy,” he whispers softly, lying down next to him on the floor. “No more sleeping bags, no more alleys, no more winters all gone,” he cheers, playing with Mylo's floppy ears. “And all the treats you could want.” he opens the bag of treats, feeding him a little more than he probably should, but he deserves it. “Our girls are beautiful, aren’t they?” He giggles. “Most perfect girls in the world.” The whole while he’s going on and on about you and Myla, you secretly watch him from the hallway, your heart feeling full of nothing but love as he plays with Mylo. 

“Morning, hee,” you greet him, and his head snaps in your direction. He jumps up from his spot, hugging you immediately.

“Morning, my love! Mwah,” he kisses your cheek, leading you straight to the kitchen where breakfast is all laid out. “I was waiting for you.” he pulls out a chair, beckoning for you to sit down in front of the many fruits and varieties of food he cooked all by himself.

He sits beside you, practically joined at the hip, but you don’t mind, you loved being close to him. “Thank you, baby.” You kiss his cheek and he blushed. Gosh, he was so adorable.

“Try it!” He says anxiously with a smile, hoping that you liked what he prepared since he didn’t do a lot of cooking, but he tried really hard for you.

You excitedly try the first bite, and your eyes light up immediately. “Hmm, it’s delicious, hee!” You say, going back for another bite. He breathes a sigh of relief and picks up his fork to eat with you.

“Glad you like it, baby,” he kissed your cheek.

You were both eating in silence, enjoying the morning together, until you heard soft whimpering coming from under the table. You looked down to see Myla curling up around your feet. “Oh, my poor baby.” You reach under the table, patting her head softly.

“What’s wrong, girly?” Heeseung leaned down, taking in her state. She looked fine earlier. “Do you think?” You nod softly, already knowing what he’s getting at. “Hmm, should we take her to the vet?” 

“I guess” You leaned up, resting your head on heeseung’s shoulder.

“I’m sorry, it’s mylos fault.” heeseung glared over at him, who was peacefully lying down in the living room still.

“Heeseung, it’s fine,” you giggle. “She’ll be fine” 

“Yeah, she will,” he agrees as you both continue with breakfast.

An hour later, heeseung cleaned up the kitchen while you took a shower before work. Mylo was now sleeping next to Myla in their twin bed.

“I’m gonna miss you,” you pouted. Heeseung had the day off, but unfortunately, you didn’t, meaning you’d have to be away from him for eight whole hours for the first time.

“Me too, but at least I’ll be able to check on Myla.” he stood up from the couch, back hugging you. “Be safe, okay? And call me on break if you get the chance.” he kissed your neck softly, and you melted into his arms. “Gonna miss you so much, baby,” he whispers, rubbing his hands along your curves. “Think about me, yeah? I’ll for sure be thinking of you.” You’re not sure if he was aware of the way he was making your body feel so early in the morning, but you assume not when you turn around and you’re met with the most innocent smile ever.

“I will, I promise.” his face lights up, and he leans in for a kiss before sitting back down on the couch.

“Bye!” He waved cutely, and you ran back over to the couch, kissing him again before leaving. 

“Bye,” he giggles, chasing your lips again, and if you don’t leave now, you’ll be late.

☕️.

“It’s just you and me, babies.” heeseung had been laid out on the couch for the first two hours while you were gone. He’d check the time every minute and sigh when the time wasn’t going by any faster. He definitely needed a distraction; otherwise, he’d be lying down all day until you got home.

He thought of things he could do, but nothing seemed of any interest if it didn’t involve you, but then it clicked: there was one thing he could do.

He left the couch, going to take a quick shower and then prepping Myla for a trip to the vet. He figured since he was home, he might as well; the sooner she gets checked up on, the better. 

There was a vet not far from your house he remembers cause he used to pass by there every single night without fail. Luckily, it was in decent walking distance. 

Once he arrived, it took at least half an hour for him to get seen, but it was well worth the wait; besides, he was free all day anyway.

“Myla?” One of the workers called, and heeseung quickly jumped to his feet as they guided him to the back. First, they checked her weight and then put her on the table where they’d be doing her check-up. Heeseung listened to everything intently, making sure to take notes of everything she should be eating, and he nearly cried when she got her blood drawn, but other than that, everything went well. She was a healthy and very pregnant dog. He also bought her a different kind of food, one that had everything she needed, and with that, he was on his way back home.

Except where you worked, which was only a few minutes away. “You wanna go say hi to mommy?” He rubbed her chin softly. 

He made the short walk to the cafe, smiling brightly when he saw you behind the counter taking orders.

You were running around like a chicken with your head cut off, and the moment you heard the bell ring, your head snapped up in the direction, and you smiled, the tension in your shoulders deflating the moment you saw heeseung standing at the door.

“Y/n?” Sunghoon calls, and he nearly rolls his eyes when he sees who’s in the direction you’re looking in. “Alright, if you’re gonna stand there and be useless, you might as well take a break,” he jokes, and you turn to him, pushing him by his shoulder. 

“Can I really take a break?” Your eyes gleamed at Sunghoon, and of course, he couldn’t say no to you, not only you but also your boyfriend, who was giving him puppy eyes from across the cafe.

“Yes, but you’re paying for my lunch.” he pushes you out of the way and takes on the register.

“I’ll pay for your lunches for the rest of your life. Thank you, hoon, I owe you so much.” you slip off your apron and go outside with heeseung, sitting on the outdoor chairs. 

“Hi, baby,” he smiles shyly. “I was in the area, so I just thought I’d drop by.” 

“That’s so sweet, and I see you have company.” You cupped Myla's face in your hands.

“Yeah, I had so much free time. I took her in today. Every single second without you feels like hours,” he sighs.

“I’m sorry, hee, only five more hours. What did they say? Is she okay?” You said, slightly worried.

“No worries, she’s fine. We just have to keep a close eye on her and make sure she gets everything she needs,” he quickly assures you.

“Can’t believe it’s almost time for her to have her babies.” You looked down at her, and her belly was really round.

“I know.” he smiles fondly at you both. “I also can’t believe your break is almost up,” he pouts.

“Hee…” you held his hand across the table, your break wasn’t almost over but you supposed thirteen minutes to him probably felt like thirteen seconds, which admittedly it felt like that for you too.

“I know, I know, it’s just I've never really been away from you this long since we kissed, and it’s harder than I thought,” he speaks his mind.

“Yeah, it is pretty hard. I keep accidentally calling Sunghoon by your name, and he’s so over it,” you giggled, causing heeseung to let out a chuckle of his own.

Once his laughter fades out, he stares at you, appreciating every last moment he spends with you. “I love you.” he holds the back of your hands to his lips, eyes falling shut as he presses soft kisses to them.

“I love you too.” Just as his lips parted from your skin, the timer you had set went off. “I’ll see you soon, baby.” You stood up, petting Myla on the head before you went back to work. “See you soon babies.”

Heeseung stood up with you, sending you off with one last hug and kiss.

After you enter the building, he sighs, a bittersweet smile on his face as you turn around and wave to him one last time.

On his way home, he thinks that being without you would definitely take him some time to get used to.

☕️.

You were on your way home, the smile never leaving your face. The closer and closer you got, you took the bus this time so you could get there even quicker.

Heeseung and both the dogs perked up as the sound of keys jingling outside the door caught all their attention. “Mommy’s home!” heeseung rushed to the door. You could barely even see inside your apartment before he engulfed you in a hug. “Thank god you’re home,” he sighs into your hair, missing your scent.

You melt in his arms immediately, all the stress from today leaving your body the instant you feel his welcoming embrace. “Missed you,” you mumbled into his chest.

“So did we,” he parts from you, letting the dogs greet you as you enter and get undressed. “I made dinner for you.” he guided you to the kitchen where the table was set. There were a few candles lit and a vase of flowers right in the middle.

“Hee, you didn’t have to.” you looked up at the set up. It was so amazing. It looked like you were at a restaurant. You never experienced anything like this before, and it was going to make you cry.

“Why? You don’t like? I can change the-" You turn to him, hands wrapping around his shoulders before he can finish whatever his sentence was.

“I don’t just like it. I love it hee; I love you so much.” You kissed him deeply, pressing your lips on his as you stroked his cheek.

“I love you too, y/n,” he whispers as you both separate from each other.

He took out a chair for you to sit on and pulled out his own to be right next to you, just like he did in the morning.

He cut into the steak he cooked, feeding you the first piece. “How’s that taste?” He hopes it tastes good, considering what it took for him to make it.

“It’s amazing, just like you.” You pecked his lips, and with that, you both ate, and he asked you to tell him all about your day. He could listen to you talk for hours.

And he did.

He talked to you throughout dinner and dessert, even while he was prepared a bath for you.

He was currently in the living room waiting for you to come out. The kitchen was already cleaned, and all that was left to do was to patiently wait for you so you both could go to sleep together.

Which wasn’t any longer than fifteen more minutes. “Hi,” you smiled and plopped down next to him on the couch, cuddling up to his side.

“Hi,” he slipped his arm around your waist, pulling you closer. “Ready for bed?” He asked, stroking your back.

“Hmm, aren’t you showering too?” You asked curiously.

“I took one a little while before you came home,” he pressed in the face in your neck, placing a few gentle kisses there.

“No wonder you smell so good,” you chuckled, his kisses tickling your neck.

“You smell better,” he whispers in your ear, kissing just beneath the lobe, sending a shiver up your spine.

He grabbed your thigh, hoisting you into his lap, his lips never leaving your skin. “Hee,” you moan the moment you feel his tongue running along your skin.

He doesn’t even know what came over him, but he missed you so much today that he needed to feel you everywhere, every square inch he needed to memorize, so next time he was without you, he could imagine you in full detail.

You smelled so good, your skin so warm on his body, and the way you made sounds that he only ever heard come from your lips was all it took to set him off.

His hands were timidly resting on your waist as you moved your head so you could kiss his lips instead. 

The same scenario from a few nights ago, was now unfolding again on the couch. This time, the position was a little different, but the same want and need was there.

You unknowingly started to grind your hips, your core in direct contact with the bulge in his sweats. “Y/n,” he whimpers, his head falling back against the couch as you litter his pretty neck and Adam’s apple in countless kisses.

The grip on your waist was firm, his fingertips needily digging into your skin as he began guiding your movements, pressing you down flush on his growing crotch.

“Hee,” his name mindlessly slips from your tingling lips as you lose yourself and succumb to an undiscovered yet enticing pleasure.

“You feel so good, Angel,” he groans softly. His hips evidently had a mind of theirs as he bucked them up into you, softly grinding against your heat.

“Ahh,” you mewl and hide your face in his chest. You’ve never once made a sound like that before, and you were slightly self-conscious until you heard him let out one quite similar to yours. 

His hands slid up your shirt, cautiously roaming your skin and being drawn to your soft breasts almost on instinct. 

The tank top he was wearing gave you access to kiss and bite at his shoulder as you rubbed yourself on him desperately.

“Seungie.” Hearing you whimpering yet another nickname that you made for him sent his mind into overdrive, the length in his pants growing harder every second.

He rolled your nipples between his fingers, giving you a different kind of pleasure. “I’m here, baby,” he cried out, the heat growing hotter and your breaths getting heavier the longer you rut against each other.

You ran your fingers through his hair desperate to feel his lips on yours once more. You lifted your head off his shoulder to find his soft pink lips. 

The pace of your movements grew more rapid, and almost instantly, you both knew you wouldn’t be able to stop now, too lost in the feeling of each other's bodies. “Yes,” he hissed against your lips, meeting each of your thrusts in perfect sync.

You both pulled away, staring into each other's eyes, panting. Your hair was messy, and you were both out of breath, but your lower bodies never ceased movement until, in the corner of heeseung's eye, he noticed Mylo and Myla sleeping in their dog bed.

You leaned in for another kiss, but he quickly pointed to them. “Oops,” you giggled silently, and heeseung hoisted your legs securely around his waist, his hands on your bottom as he carried you to your bedroom, making sure to shut the door.

The air was still very much tense despite the minor pause. The bulge in his sweats was evident, as well as the wet patch on the crotch of them.

He followed your line of vision, blushing at how wet his pants were due to both your combined arousal. “Sorry,” you whisper awkwardly.

“Don’t be.” he closes the distance, kissing away the awkwardness. Your hand gripped the hem of his black tank top, tugging it upward. “Take it off, baby.” You do just that, and slip it over his head.

It wasn’t the first time you saw him like this, but given the setting you initially saw him shirtless in, thoughts of attraction were the last thing on your mind, but now.

Now, it was so different. Your hands were glued to his body, roaming his soft, freshly washed skin. Everything about him was absolutely perfect.

He blushed as he felt your small, dainty fingers touching him everywhere. “Your turn?” He tilts his head, waiting for your answer, and you nod your head, struggling to pull your hands away from him long enough for him to take your sleep shirt off.

“Yes,” you mutter quietly and his breath hitches in his throat. Just the idea of seeing you topless admittedly made him twitch in his sweats.

Button by button, one by one, he opened your shirt, revealing the most perfect beauty he’d ever laid his eyes on.

You, in your full beauty, no clothing in the way to block the magnificent sight before him.

He gulps, sliding the material off your shoulders, his eyes blown wide as they scan every inch of you. 

Cupping both his hands over your chest, he groans at the softness of your breasts, and you whimper quietly in his mouth as he bends down to kiss you.

One of your hands was back in its rightful place, his left pec, while the other massaged over the tent in his sweatpants.

He moans continuously in your mouth, bucking his hips into your hand over and over again until he feels that he needs your touch skin on skin.

He grabbed your wrist, stopping you. “Something wrong?” You breathe against his lips.

“Mm-mm, just,” he mumbles back, guiding your hand inside his underwear so he can feel you touching his flesh. “Perfect.” he whispers and cups your cheek, his other hand still pleasuring your right breast as he deepens the kiss.

Your hand shyly runs along his length. He’s so warm, pulsing to the touch, and the glide of your hand feels so slick as you work him from tip to base.

Your nails rake down his chest, gripping the band of his sweats to pull them down.

He quickly helps you slip them down, kicking them off the rest of the way, leaving him in nothing but the boxers you had bought him, but he isn’t half as shy for you to see them as he was in the supermarket. If anything, he wanted you to see and not just the boxers but everything that hid underneath them.

“My turn?” You ask with a giggle, and just like you, he nods, smiling.

“Your turn” he hooks his thumbs inside your shorts, slipping them down your beautiful legs.

He gasped when he was met with your bare body. He wasn’t expecting you to be nude under those shorts, and for a split second, he was just staring at your core glistening in the moonlit bedroom, and you just kept getting more and more beautiful by the second.

“You like what you see?” You say playfully, knocking him out of his daze as he frantically nods his head. 

“So much, you’re so perfect,” the words came out of his mouth in one long drawn-out moan, flustering you to a point you thought was impossible after he had seen undressed. “I need you.” he drew your body as close to his as possible and kissed you while his hands mapped out your body.

“Then have me. I’m all yours.” he guided your hands to the waistband of his boxers, motioning that it was okay for you to take them off. 

Your hands were slightly shaking with nerves and excitement as you peeled down the waistband, revealing all of him and he was

Beautiful.

“Like what you see?” He raises his brow, teasing you the same way you did to him, and somehow, the moment was both equally playful as it was sensual.

You’re so glad you both waited cause right now, everything was perfect, and before it even ended, you knew it was going to be something you’d remember for a lifetime. “You're beautiful, hee.” You kissed his chest, taking in everything. Nothing about him was flawed. Everything was perfect, even the little mole on his ear.

He hid his face in your shoulder and hugged you, strumming the length of your back with his soft fingers as you did the same. “Love you,” he pecks the top of your head.

“I love you too.” Without another word spoken, he took you to the bed, laying you flat and getting under the covers with you resting between your legs in the space you made for him.

He stroked your cheek, his eyes scanning every breathtaking feature on your face.

Your hands wrapped around his torso, pulling him into you as you shared another kiss.

He grunted softly at the contact of your lower bodies rubbing together. The feeling was so intense that it made his heart race in his chest.

You gasped, feeling him firmly pressing himself between your legs, thrusting his hips continuously as his length slipped through your glossy folds.

Only seconds after he climbed on top of you, you couldn’t take it anymore. You needed to become one with the man you so deeply loved. “Hee, will you be my first?” 

He leans back, his eyes blinking open slowly as his movements come to a stop. “Yes, I will,” he whispers, eyes full of nothing but pure genuine love. “With great honor,” he rubs the tip of his nose against yours. 

“And y/n, will you be mine as well?” His eyes search yours, waiting for what he knows will be a yes answer.

“Yes!” You answer so enthusiastically that it makes him giggle, and he loves you so much that it almost makes him cry.

With one last kiss of approval, you hook your legs around his waist as he rests his arms beside you and angles himself to be perfectly aligned with you.

He pushes his hips forward, slowly sinking into your welcoming warmth, and he sighs in contentment as he feels you opening up just for him. “Y/n,” A gentle moan sneaks past his lips as he slips inside of you with ease with the help of your body's natural lubricants.

“Oh, hee.” You circle his shoulders, your mouth parting open and letting out the prettiest sounds he’s ever heard.

He feels so good. The warmth of your body, the way you hugged him in all the right places, and the nonstop calls of his name let him know you were feeling just as good as he did.

And you absolutely were. You felt so full in your heart, your mind, and your body. He held you so close as he made you one with him.

With every thrust, you professed your love for each other, whether that be with words, loving touches, or sounds of pleasure; you were both so in tune with one another that even at the height of pleasure, you were side by side on the edge of experiencing the greatest euphoria of all.

“You feel so amazing, Seung.” he locked his lips with yours, sealing your words off with a kiss.

“You do too, my angel, my sweet angel.” he twitched within your walls with each of his thrust. The motion was smooth, making it all the more pleasurable as your fluids mixed together and made the sweetest sounds between your conjoined bodies.

Your silky walls fluttered around his throbbing girth, tightening even more with each second that passed.

Both your moans increased in pitch, your breaths becoming erratic, as well as his movements and the constant rubbing of his abdomen against your sensitive nub brought you and him to the brink of bliss. The squeezing of your core sucking him in made him feel lightheaded as he went in and out. The sensation sending both of you the end as you covered one another in the essence of love. “I love you, y/n,” he confessed to you through a messy kiss.

“I love you, heeseung.” The number of times you both shared I love you’s was endless as the pleasure raced through every fiber of your bodies. He thrusts slowly, bringing you both down from cloud 9.

Your bodies were covered in sweat; you could barely breathe. There was a string of saliva connecting you both together, and the amount of sheer love you both felt in the moment was unlike anything either of you have ever experienced. It brought tears to both of your eyes.

He stayed still, hugging your tired body in his strong arms, never ever wanting to let you go.

You both stayed like that for a while, just sharing each other's breath and feeling your heartbeats sync and become one with the other.

He rested on his elbows, looking into your eyes and gripping your hands, clasping them with his cause. No matter what, he still just couldn’t get close enough to you, but when you kissed him, he felt complete. Every part of him was touching you, and every part of you was touching him. “Thank you for being my first, hee,” you speak up first, whispering softly to him in the vulnerable state you were both in. “It was everything I could have ever dreamed of.”

“You’re welcome. I’m so happy I can be that for you. Thank you for letting me be your first, and thank you for being my first,” he rested his forehead on yours, nudging you softly.

“You’re welcome.” The sincerity of your voice makes him melt, and he thinks after this, somehow, he loves you even more. “I love you, coffee,” you smile, stroking the back of his hand with your intertwined fingers.

“I love you, cream.”

F I N

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