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❛THE SINNER AND THE SIN❜ ( l. heeseung )

p. badboy!heeseung x fem!reader w. 4.7k+

— 𖦹 warnings. corruption kink, drug usages, virginity loss, unprotected sex, oral ( f. receiving )

authors note. this was supposed to be a short drabble but oh well ,🤷🏽‍♀️— 𖦹 ( heeseung never really liked church until he met you ) !

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

lee heeseung didn’t want a lot of things— he didn’t want to get up and go to school in the morning, or work with his day on the weekends to “keep him out of trouble” — even though that didn’t stop him from sneaking out in the middle of the night to smoke and drink with his friends

he also didn’t want to go to church with his family on sundays — well at first he didn’t, those people didn’t like him, and he didn’t care, the feeling was mutual— but then he met you, and suddenly he was ready for church every sunday; of course he never ended up staying, getting a few glimpse of you, getting up and leaving out the back where his friends waited with beer and other substances for them to try.

“the new pastors daughter? really?” his friends would laugh at him. “at least the last pastors daughter would give blowjobs to anyone who’d look at her.” jake said. “but her, look at her bro.” he’d just roll his eyes, chewing down on his lip ring as he watched you run to your next class; your long skirt flowing behind you, clutching your books as you maneuvered your way through the halls. “she’s running to class and we still have 10 minutes left and it’s gym class.” heeseung smiled to himself, the funniest thing about that is you didn’t even participate in the class, sitting on the bleachers watching everyone else.

heeseung didn’t see you that day; sunghoon suggesting they leave school to go get high at his house — but he knew he’d see you on sunday, even it was only for a few minutes.

“you know my cousin runs a camp for boys like him.” heeseung rolled his eyes at the older man in front of him and his mother. “have him fixed in no time, those scandalous tattoos and the unholy lip gone; all that dark make up as well, make him a good and respected boy, ready for marriage.” his mother couldn’t do anything but laugh awkwardly, something she always did when anyone questioned his ways. “i’ll get you the number at the end of the service.”

“put your jacket on.” his dad said. “its 70 degrees outside, and 80 in here.” he scoffed. “yeah well you should’ve thought about that before messing your skin up with all that scribble.” he said as the music started, they stood up. “you’ll sneak out in about 10 minutes anyway, for now don’t disrespect the lord with that garbage on your arm.” he threw the jacket over his arms annoyed. “thank you.”

10 minutes in and he still hadn’t seen you yet; normally you’re sitting right in front with your mother, legs covered by a blanket, hiding your legs that he'd gotten a peak of a few times before you were quickly covered up by your mother; he was sure she knew he was looking at you, of course she didn’t want her daughter being gawked at, especially by a boy like him.

his phone rang out, some people turned their heads, realizing who it was, shaking there heads before turning back. “do you mind?” his mom whispered. he took his phone out; reading the message from jay. ‘are you done staring at your girlfriend? get your ass on, jake is losing his mind without his weed.’

he tucked his phone away; standing up. his parents don’t even look at him, they’re used to this; guess he'll see you in school. walking out of place, about to make his way out the back. “you can go out the front you know?” a voice made him stop; a voice he’d only heard from afar until now. “you always go out the back, but the front is right there, they can’t keep you here, that would be kidnapping.”

he turned around facing you; your white blouse covered in red and wet. “my sister spilled her juice on me.” Your soft voice calmed him. “my favorite shirt too.” you mumbled to yourself, he smiled to himself, he was about to say something when the back door swung open. “hyung.” jake’s voice rang throughout the hallway. “hurry the fuck up, the beers are getting cold.”

your eyes widened; ready to turn and walk the other way— he was gonna kill jake. “wait.” he called out, you stopped mid walk. “here.” you turned around and he was shucking his jacket off, handing it to you. “to cover up your shirt, your shirt is white and it’s see through.” he watched your arms fly up to your chest, covering yourself, he chuckled; extending his arm out— he’d already seen it. “th-thank yo-you.” you said meekly, grabbing the jacket. “i-i’ll return it tomorrow.”

he nodded, a door swinging open again — this time it was the door to the church. “yn!” you heard your mother gasp. “mother.” you said. “yn get over here this instance.” you turned to the boy apologetically, your mother looked at the boy with disgust in her eyes, he scoffed under his breath. “see you around pinky.” he said, your eyes widened as he turned to walk out the back— your bra was pink. “what were you doing out here?” she asked. “and with that boy?” you shook your head. “nothing mother, just trying to get the stain out the shirt like you said.” you showed her the jacket. “he let me borrow this, that’s it.” You starred at the ground. “you can’t wear this, what would people think?” she exclaimed. “i have nothing else.”

“here.” she took her sweater off, handing it to you. “you are to give that boy his jacket back tomorrow and never speak to him again, you understand?” you nodded. “good, now let’s go listen to the rest of your fathers sermon.” she held your lower back, guiding you back to your seats, you held the jacket in your hand, the cute boy who you always watched leave the church; the boy you’ve watched since you moved here— he gave you his jacket.

“so?” jake slammed his locker shut. “was i wrong and is little church girl a freak?” jay rolled his eyes at the boy. “this is why we tell you not to smoke before school.” jake shrugged. “just asking a question, she looked pretty flustered yesterday.” heeseung frowned. “yeah cause she was soaked.” jake began to cheer— the people in the hall just trying to get to class, looking at the chaos the boy was causing— everyone knew where his mind went. “not like that you idiot, her shirt was soaked.” The boy high out of his mind let out a oh; the kids in the hall.

“i didn’t even get a chance to talk to her, dumbass over there ruined it and her mother walked out.” heeseung grumbled. “i gave her my jacket though so she should be coming around soon.” sunghoon spoke up. “that’s if her parents didn’t make her burn it, thinking it was cursed with some demon.” The group of boy erupted into a fit of laughter. “shut up.”

you sat your things down at your desk; you always chose to sit in the back by yourself; you preferred it that way. “hello pinky.” heeseung sat down next to you with a smirk. “wh-what are you doing?” you stuttered, he never came to first period, you started to forget he was in this class. “wanted to see what was so special about the back seat.” he shrugged. “its nice back here, might have to sit back here for now on.” he tilted his head. “that okay pinky?” you nodded, unable to speak, afraid of what would come out.

“i-i ha-have your jacket.” you said. “it-it’s in my locker, i can give it to you after school.” you could barely look him in the eye, he liked that, gave him a sense of power. “okay.” he smiled, the bell ringing, he stood up, your eyes following his tattooed arms. “whe-where are you going, class is starting, your not staying?” your eyes wide with curiosity, you looked so cute starring up at him.

“oh im not staying.” he said, watching your lips form a pout. “oh.” he smiled, did you want him to stay? “don’t be too upset baby, i just came to see you, i’ll see you later for my jacket.” your mind short circuited upon hearing him call you baby; he chuckled, watching you stumble over your words. “i’ll come find you yeah?” he said, you nodded. “good, i’ll see you then baby, enjoy your class.” you gave him a small wave as he left out the class, smiling to yourself, like a little girl given a new doll— a cute and tall and seriously tatted doll.

he had it all planned out— after a five minute curse out from jake for ruining his plans for “a girl who wouldn’t give you the time of day” — his words; heeseung ignore the boy, he finally got away from them, making his way back to the school, just in time to make it to the final bell, standing by your locker, waiting for you. “he-heeseung.”

“told you i’d be back didn’t i?” you shyly nodded, opening your locker. “h-here.” you pulled out his jacket, handing it to him. “you keep it, give it back to me when i drop you off.” Your eyes widened. “ta-take me home?” you shook your head. “my sister is home, if i show up with you she’ll tell my parents.” you frowned. “im not allowed to be with boys alone, especially.” you trailed off. “boys like me?” you nodded. “im sorry.”

“don’t be baby.” he said. “if i was your dad i wouldn’t want my precious baby being dropped off by a guy like me.” he said, lifting your head up by your chin looking you in the eyes. “he’s a smart man baby.” you felt your knees about to give out with the way he was looking at you. “w-will i see you at church?” he chuckled. “will you speak to me?” he kissed your cheek, your eyes widened. “don’t worry baby i’ll see you.” he let your chin go. “don’t miss your bus baby.” he said, closing your locker for you. “th-thank you.” you walked away, cheeks burning, his jacket still in your hand.

“you disobeyed me child.” your mother opened the door as you got ready for church. “what do you mean?” she opened the closet, pulling out the jacket you were meant to give back to heeseung days ago. “i strictly told you to return him his jacket and then you were to leave him alone.” she tossed the jacket to the floor, you picked it up, holding it to your chest. “what is this you’ve been accepting rides from him?”

it's true, after that day heeseung ask you again; and you agreed only if he dropped you off a few blocks from where you lived. “hanseuls mother saw you get out of his car, how long did you think you could hide this?” she shouted. “he’s a nice boy mother.” you said. “nice boy?” she scoffed. “you see the way he looks, hear the way he acts, he’s no good and he’s damned to hell.”

“i like him mama!” you shouted, it was the first time you shouted at your mother; it felt good. “has he done something to you, to make you act like this, has he tainted your soul?” you were frustrated. “mama are you asking if we had sex?” she gasped. “no we didn’t , he’s respectful.” You’ve never seen your mothers eyes widened. “what has gotten into you child? wait until your father hears of this.”

“nothing has gotten into me mother, but im 18, i am old enough to make these decisions on my own.” you said. “i’ll be off to college soon and i know nothing about anything, it’s like im stuck in a kids mind.” You said. “yn i- im not a child anymore.” you clutched heeseungs jacket. “stop treating me like one.”

the ride to the church was what you expect, your parents yelling at how you were pretty much damned to hell along with heeseung; that he was gonna lead you down a path of horrible decisions , to which you just starred out the window, blocking out the screaming until you reached the church.

you saw heeseung sitting outside the church inside his car, a crowed of people walking into the church— now it was your chance. “there he is im gonna get out and tell that degenerate to leave my daughter alone.” not if you could stop it; as soon as he stopped, you quickly open the door, running across the parking lot ignoring your mother and fathers calls.

you opened the door to heeseungs car; his eyes widened. “yn.” he saw you heavy breathing. “whats- please drive.” you looked out the window, your dad angrily approaching the car. “uh shit, he found out.” you nodded, he started the car. “please drive now.” your dad was about to knock on the window when heeseung sped off, leaving a cloud of dust in the wind. “shit.”

“my parents are gonna kill me.” he said driving down the street, you could no longer see the church. “screw my parents, your parents are gonna kill me.” he turned to you— you were starring out the window, much calmer than before; he smiled. “i can roll the window down if you want.” you nodded, he rolled the window down, the warm air hitting your skin, the sun shining down on your body. “it feels nice.”

“so little runaway, where to?” he said, you shrugged. “you ran away without a plan? rookie move pinky.” He teased. “it was my first time, and its blue today.” he smiled as your eyes widened; you clearly didn’t mean to tell him that. “good to know.” he said. “well you’ve already ran away and according to your dad committed 666 sins, what’s a few more?” he said. “lets go see my friends.” he did a u-turn, placing his hand on your thigh. “this okay with you?” you nodded, so he kept it.

you pulled up to a house, much bigger than yours. “jays parents are loaded and are hardly home.” he said. “this is where you always sneak off to when you should be in school?” he laughed. “little miss runaway judging me now.” you pouted. “cheer up pup, we’re gonna have fun i promise.”

“put that on.” he pointed to his jacket that you’ve been holding this time. “why?” you asked. “because i told you to.” He looked down at your outfit, your pretty white dress, these guys get off on girls like you for fun and he’ll be damned if he loses you to jay or worse— jake. “fine.” you put the jacket on. “how do i look?”

how did he tell you that you wearing his clothes made him want to take you back to his car and fuck you until the block knew his name. “you look cute.” he grabbed your hand. “will your friends like me?” you looked at him. “maybe a little too much, it kinda makes me not want to bring you in.” he said, holding your chin with his other hand. “you’re too cute for those guys to even look at.” he kissed your cheek, you giggled in response. “stop it.”

heeseung didn’t bother knocking on the door, just walking in. “his house is nice.” you said. “don’t tell him that, he hates it.” you nodded as he guided you throughout the house. “we usually hang out downstairs in his basement.” he said opening another door. “yo , jay!” he shouted. “down here heeseung.” he turned to you, fixing his jacket so it covered you. “they’re harmless most of the time, don’t worry.” he went first, still clutching your hand as you went down the steps.

“how was church?” you heard them laughing, the smell of marijuana hitting your nose. “what chapter did you learn today?” heeseung rolled his eyes. “dumbasses look up from the weed.” they turned to you, falling silent— you squeezed heeseungs hand, squeezing it. “hi.” you smiled, waving.

“yall see her too right, this not a bad trip.” all the boys turned to the boy who was laid across the couch in the fully done basement. “shut up jake.” heeseung guided you to the single couch. “sit.” he tapped his lap. “o-on your lap?” he hummed. “yeah.” he said. “or you could sit next to jake.” The boy smiled, obviously high. “i don’t bite.” jay laughed. “you just bit sunghoon.” heeseung pulled you by your waist, you yelp falling into his lap.

“yn would you like something to drink?” jay said. “jay has sodas upstairs, i can go get you one.” jake said attempting to stand. “is he okay?” you questioned. “jake? yeah, he’s under the influence baby, don’t worry about.” heeseung said, the grip on your waist becoming more tighter. “baby?” jake said. “shut up jake, don’t worry yn i’ll go get you a soda.” jay stood up, walking up the steps.

“so how did heeseung get you here, it is sunday after all?” sunghoon asked. “you are here on your own will right?” you laughed, heeseung scoffed. “she’s the one who ran away.” jake laughed. “you two are like romeo and juliet.” sunghoon shook his head in disappointment. “heeseung.” jake handed him off what you obviously knew was marijuana, that he’d been smoking and a beer. “no it’s fine, im good.”

“what your girlfriend is here and you’re trying to be a good boy.” jake teased. “jake.” jay warned coming back down the steps. “here yn i bought you a few.” you thanked him, opening one, taking a sip. “heeseung at least have a drink.” you turned to the boy. “you don’t have to hide anything, just do what you normally do.”

“you sure, i still have to drive you home.” he said. “you two can stay here for the night, heeseung normally does that anyway.” jay said, you smiled thanking him. “well then i don’t mind, my parents will have my head anyway.” he laughed, jake held out his hand containing the lit up substance. “you know you want you.”

so he did, letting himself get comfortable after a few puffs and a few beers; he was much more laid back, his legs were more spread apartment; man spreading— his hands low on your waist. “so yn are you and heeseung dating?” jake asked. “uh— yeah we are.” heeseung sat up straight, now his hard chest was pressed against your back. “chill bro, she’s all yours.” jake took a sip of his drink. “you got any pretty church friends?”

“jake put the weed down, it’s time you sobered up a bit.” jake slurred his words. “but im sleeping here.” he pouted. “doesn’t mean i want to take care of you.” you smiled, watching the boys fight the other to stop drinking and to take a sip of water. “whats so funny baby?” you felt heeseung rest his chin in between your shoulder blades. “your friends are really funny.”

“you think?” you didn’t notice to shift in his voice. “you okay?” you asked, feeling him continuously shift in his seat. “am i too heavy i can go sit on the couch.” you let out a gasp, feeling his arm wrap around your waist. “don’t move.” you finally heard the deepening of his voice. “you feel good.”

heeseung could normally control himself, but between the weed and alcohol running through his blood— the fact you’d been moving around in his lap for the past 3 hours, it was safe to say he was fully rock hard. “ar-are you getting sleepy?” you stuttered, you knew what he wanted, and you were ready— you wanted him to take your virginity. “heeseung knows where the guest bedroom is.” jay said.

“lets go to bed hee.” you stood up. “okay.” he stood up, still holding your hand. “its nice to meet you yn.” jake said, sunghoon sitting on top him trying to force water into the drunk boys mouth. “yeah good night.” the boy huffed, fighting on top of the other. “night.”

you made it to the room, opening the door. “come.” heeseung flopped down on the bed. “come lay with me.” he whispered; you kicked your shoes off, shredded yourself of his jacket; joining him in bed, sitting down. “no baby.” he chuckled, pulling you down next to him. “i want you to lay with me.”

his face was so close to yours, laying on yourside; his cheeks red from the beer, eyes matching from the weed. “so cute baby.” he fingers traced your jaw. “so cute, you ran to me today.” he whispered. “i like you heeseung.” you held his hand as he caressed your cheek. “oh baby i like you too, so much.” His breath hot against your face, making your breath hitch. “you wanna kiss baby?” you nodded, he closed the small gap.

his lips felt dry against your soft ones, but it didn’t bother you— especially with the way his hands was slowly pulling up your dress, you hips desperately trying to chase his fingers. “slow down baby.” he laughed against your lips. “i’ll give you whatever you want.” he finally found your panties, his fingers touching your clothed cunt. “just let me do everything.”

he was now on top of you, his knee in between your legs. “let me take care of this pussy.” you whimpered at his words. “heeseung.” his hand stroked your cunt. “gonna eat you.” he pushed your dress above your waist. “lets get you out of these, they’re all ruined anyway.” he pulled your panties down, almost moaning at your untouched cunt. “fuck baby, you’re so tiny down there.”

“st-stop it.” you covered your face. “don’t hide this pretty face.” he removed your hands, kissing your cheek. “i wanna see your face when i make you cum for the first time on my tongue.” soon he was face to face with your cunt. “you smell nice baby.” you let out a soft moan as he kissed your cunt. “heeseung.”

he held your thighs open, his nose brushing against your clit. “fuck heeseung!” you moaned out. “language baby.” he chuckled, licking a fat strip against your heat. “my baby doesn’t use bad language.” he pinched your thighs, diving right into your cunt, eating you up like he’d never tasted anything in his life.

heeseung was in heaven, he was no longer intoxicated because of the alcohol or the drugs— it was you; you were consuming his every being, your sweet cunt dripping into his mouth, your soft moans, your tiny hands pawing into the bed sheets desperate to hold something as he sucked on your poor clit. “heeseung it feels funny.” you moaned out. “stop please.”

he forced himself away from your heat. “that means you’re gonna cum baby.” he kissed the inside of your thighs. “don’t you wanna cum on my tongue.” you whimpered out as he kitty licked your clit, the feeling soon returning. “i-i feel it again.” you moaned, he hummed out in approval. “heeseung im gonna cum.”

the feeling was euphoric, your body felt like it was floating, your legs wrapping around his head as you came, he had to undo your legs from his head, as much as he wanted to die in between your cunt, he wanted to be first one to fuck you. “that felt good baby?”

you nodded, he took his shirt off tossing it across the room. “you want something better, you want my cock baby?” you nodded, he lifted your dress over your head, leaving you in your blue bra. “gonna take this off okay.” he unhooked the bra, letting it fall. “so pretty.” his cock twitching in anticipation, desperate to fuck you. “pretty tits.”

he toyed with your nipples, squeezing your mounds, using his other hand to unbuckle his belt. “you wanna see it baby?” you nodded. “ye-yes please.” You didn’t even know what you were begging for, never been fucked before, you were ready to feel it. “wanna feel it inside.”

he groaned at your words. “fuck baby you don’t even now what you’re asking for.” he quickly pulling his pants off, letting his cock free, your eyes widened, you’d never seen one before, but he was definitely big and thick. “don’t be scared baby, touch it baby.” he guided your hands down his abs, groaning as you made contact with his length. “fuck baby, wrap your hand around it.” You obeyed. “good girl, now stroke it some.”

it felt heavy in your hands, he held the himself up on the headboard as you stroked him. “fu-fuck baby if you don’t stop im gonna cum.” he cursed. “let me put it in.” you let him go, he positioned himself in between again, letting his cock slap against your stomach. “its so big.” he smirked. “yeah?” he grabbed the base of his shaft. “gonna take all of it?”

he pressed his leaking tip at your entrance, you whimpered. “don’t be scared baby.” he slowly pushed inside you. “go-gonna be gentle.” his voice quivered as he forced himself not to stuff you full of his cock— he didn’t want to hurt you, but your cunt was sucking him in. “fuck baby your pussy is swallowing my cock.”

it felt uncomfortable the sudden intrusion, his cock slowly filling you up. “heeseung.” you whimpered. “i know baby, i know.” he pushed the last few inches in. “its in baby, you took me all.” he kissed your forehead. “good job baby.” his voice quivering due to your cunt squeezing his cock like crazy. “fuck baby, calm down my dick feels like its gonna break.” he grunted. “m'gonna move now.”

he slowly moved , dragging his cock along your walls. “fuck.” he cursed. “i love this cunt already.” he groaned. “so glad i was the first one to feel you.” he started to move his hips. “you feeling good baby.”

“so-so big.” You moaned. “c-can feel it in my st-stomach.” fuck— you were gonna kill him. “pl-please go faster.” he picked up the pace, the sounds from your cunt getting louder, right along with your moans. “don’t cover your mouth, let them hear you.” He grabbed your wrist. “let them hear how i fuck you.” you moaned out louder as he sped up. “i feel you tightening around me baby.” he hummed. “you gonna cum for me?”

you nodded. “good girl cum all over my cock, make a mess for me.” you let a few gasp, your eyes rolling to the back of your head as you came. “oh fuck.” he moaned. “you pushed me out when you were cumming.”

he rubbed his shaft along your swollen pussy , trying reach his high. “fuck, fuck baby gonna cum all over this tiny pussy.” he moaned. “fuck you’re mine now, no else can feel this pussy, it’s mine; gonna mold it to only take my cock.” you felt another high cumming, your cunt twitching. “you cumming again?” you nodded. “fuck me too, cum for me, one last time.”

Your legs shook as you came, he cursed stroking his cock until he came, coating your cunt in his seed. “there you go baby -fuck- cum for me.” cum dripping from the tip of his cock.

“fuck you’re so pretty; my pretty pretty baby.”

“fuck my parents are gonna kill me.” he said the next evening. “if the cops already aren’t waiting for me at your house to arrest me for kidnapping.” you pouted, you wish you could stay at jays with him and his friends. “don’t be sad baby.” he said. “just gonna drop you off, i’ll see you tomorrow i promise.” he said. “i don’t even have a phone to call you.” You said, your parents didn’t allow you to have one.

“take mines, i have another.” he said. “really?” he nodded pulling up to the street right before yours. “i’ll call you tonight alright baby?” he grabbed your face. “answer when i call.” he roughly kissed you, this kiss much more passionate, full of fire. “okay heeseung.” You got out the car. “you better answer my call baby.” He blew you one last kiss before watching you run down the block.

speeding back to his house so he can quickly deal with his parents, and then locking himself in his room so he spend the night talking to you.

©️LUVYENI

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“Child of the Sea”

A Drabble from the Mermaids Tale series, and dedicated to @hoonieshoney, my little Siren (if yk…then yk.) you did wonderful in your latest Drabble, so take this since you inspired this piece. Enjoy heedam 😈

Warnings: non con smut, dub-con, submissive reader, hesitation, cursing, unprotected smut in detail, breeding kink, baby trapping, unwanted pregnancy l, reader forced into getting pregnant, a slightly whiny Heeseung, this is based of the MT series so it may be confusing unless you’ve read the entire series (which is completed btw). Enjoy.

“Can you hear the ocean, baby?”

His voice submits you into a quivering quake of anticipation and fear. Yet there was something pleasing to the sense of danger in the arousal that forms inside, and he knows it. He creates it and makes you desire more, no matter how hard you try to fight against him.

“Tell me you can hear it.” He gently coos you as he rings his fingers and pushes back the strands of your hair aside, admiring your natural yet extraordinary features. Blessed as the descendant of Poseidon, your turquoise eyes glitter like the jewel itself, while your raving burgundy hair compliments the dark red lips. While many would initially mistake the colors of your DNA for colored contacts and hair dye, they would all drop dead upon finding out that it was all a reflection of your ancestors godly genealogy traits. “My beautiful siren. Sing for me, won’t you baby?”

You both lay facing each other. You didn’t have a choice, since he captured and held you against your will months ago, he’s forced you to sync with his schedule. Due to your recent good behavior, he clipped the chains and allowed you a certain amount of freedom in the room, even when he would be in the next one handling some business. However, no matter how much little freedom he permitted, you would never be allowed out of his grasp or sight. Rule of thumb was for you to remain within one hundred feet at all times, breaking that crucial rule resulted in you being locked away in the underground spa that he had costumed built, where the entire pool was surrounded by a smooth wall that caved the water in, similar to a well. The water came straight from the sea, and only a narrow stoop leading to the front door, escalating out of the shallow end allowed him to stand and watch you during his visits. The last time he had you locked in, forcing your transformation, he kept you as his pet and enjoyed keeping you in secrecy for nearly a whole month. The pool was deep. Below the surface, into the deeper end, the wall transition from brick stone to glass, where he could watch you from the other side in the underground chambers of a luxurious bedroom. Everytime you’d dive down and lurk to the bottom, you could see him sitting in a grand velvet chair, sipping in a glass of wine with his legs loosely crossed as he watched you in awe. How beautiful and magical did you look with your mermaid tail flowing behind.

Sometimes, he’d come up to the glass and press his palm flat against it, beckoning you to come up and flush your own with his. You knew better than to not come up when you’d hear the tapping of his fingers; disobeying him led to other punishments that were far too brutal. So even as much as you hated being treated as his little guppie in the wide aquarium, you had to pick your battles wisely.

All the more reason why you displayed your good girl behavior. You didn’t really realize that it was all part of his tactic in training you to become obedient, and respect the rules he set forth, all so he can keep you isolated and only where he can have you. Initially you behaved as part of a ploy to plot your escape, but day after day you found yourself becoming complacent, never finding the right moment to strike. You’ve attempted to use the Sirens Edge, yet he was far more immune to it than you expected. All thanks to his Adam traits mixed with the Siren DNA from the early ancestors of the clan. You hated to admit it, and still haven’t bend enough to fully do so, but little by little, you’ve come to accept your fate right this man in knowing that you’ll never escape and he’ll always keep you. The worst part? Someday you were going to be forced to bear him sons…all of which will continue the long pure lines of tradition in enhancing the longevity of the Clan of Adam.

Still, despite harboring such hatred and disgust towards him, his gentler and loving moments somewhat appealed to you. That was, after all, the whole reason why you were here. The reason why he caught and kept you. Punishing and training you…it was all because he loved you. Too much…

You hum a tune as he lays closely, his nose touching yours. He joins in as he recognizes the tune of your favorite song and incorporates the lyrics. “Sing either me baby.” Compelled to obey, you softly sing the lyrics. The mesh of both your voices combine a beautiful and harmonious sound that would put the entire world into a state of hypnotic slavery, for the women would abide by his demands under his serenade spell, and the men under yours.

The both of you continue to sing, and that’s when you notice his hands roaming. Please…not again.

“Keep singing.” He speaks against your skin darkly. You had to give it to him, he was devastatingly handsome and the alluring sense of his features only grew more wild as his eyes became darker and more dangerous. They nearly glowed purple, contrasting against your beautiful turquoise gems as he grips a fistful of hair on the back of your head. He pushes you flat against the bed, pressing his lips against yours. It was hard and abrasive, yet the beat of his passion weakened you. It was so contradicting how much you hated and enjoyed the feeling he made you experience.

During the kiss, he grabs on to your bicep and further pins you down, nearly digging you into the satin mattress. His free hand swipes up, riding along your inner thigh and it too, is pinned down against the sheets. He spreads you wide open, preparing you into prime position for him to plow into you, just as always.

Already half nude, he takes advantage of your full nudity as he unzips his trousers and whips out his member offensively. He was past the stage of sensuality and compassion, this was a night of lovemaking through the pure and shameful act of him fucking you into oblivion.

He was long, hard, and entirely too thick. Just looking at it reminded you of the painful sting you were subjected to during the first time, and the second, even the third. Hell, you can’t count how many times he’s taken you, all you know was that there was pain.

“Pl-please! Be gentle…your hurt me badly the last time.” You plead as you raise your hand and palm against his abdomen, gently pressing against it as he leans down and hovers above your frame. “But you ended up loving it, didn’t you?” He teases as he nibbles on your bottom lip.

You shake your head in denial, but he knew. He knew that with the pain, comes great pleasure. “N-no…” you murmured. He ignored your pitiful yelp and kisses you. Taking your hand in his, he drags it against the lean lines of his abdominal muscles and forced you to grab hold of his shaft, ensuring that every single one of your fingers are delicately wrapped around the circumference. All doing so without ever breaking the passionate kiss you enveloped you.

How cruel it was for him to make you feel it, especially since he enforced you to keep hold while he begins to plunge in. “Agh! No! No!” You moan out as the familiar sting bites you. “Shh…yes baby.”

Inch by inch, he slides in. You feel the length of his shaft growing shorter within your palm as he fills you; the strength of its form slipped away from your grasp only to be gripped by another part of you. Your inner muscles clench around his thickness, which sent your mind out of this world as you feel the form of his muscle twitch in response. You felt so good. Too good. The moment he felt your slick muscles clench, his head flings back and exposes his entire throat above you. It became the only view in your sight as you lay under him, forced to watch as he gulps out a moan and groans towards the ceiling while he goes further and further in. “Oh fuck…” he growls out as you squirm and shift, brows furrowed in to an expression of fear, worry, and pain. “Please…it’s too much…”

“Don’t worry baby…I’m going to take care of it in a second. Keep singing.” He winces his eyes shut for only a second before he lowers his head back down and stares into your eyes. “Give me many sons.”

You shake your head negatively as the remaining inch of him sinks into you. His balls kissing your skin as it mashes against your taint. “Please…too soon. I-I cant—“

“You can, and you will.” Was all he relayed before he starts his violent thrusts. Tonight, he wasn’t in the mood to make love, he was in the mood to breed…to mate. To make you carry a part of him and bring it to the world. He wanted to cum, to mix your bloodline with his. “Come on baby, turn me into a daddy. Let daddy’s dick make you into a mommy.”

You scream as he continues to fuck you into the mattress. Your hands fling around as you attempt to escape from under him, only for him to slap them away. But you were relentless, and continued to try and push him away. “Fucking hold still you little—“

He grits his words in slight annoyance as he pauses his thrusts and grabs on to your wrists, pinning them above your head as he takes his other hand and loops it around your upper thigh and pins it against your chest. Now he had more leverage to stroke his cock inside you more openly, and he did.

“Fuck…you feel even better like this.” He words out as he slams into you. The smooth length of his shaft squelches and squeezes its way in and out of you. The sound of his balls slapping into you started to work its magic and sent you into a delirious whirlwind of tingled pleasure.

“Oh my God!” You pant out as you gasp for air. He rests your thigh on his bicep to maintain the levitation of its position while his fingers creep up and gently caress your cheek. “Yeah? Fuck baby…just like that.” Through the ferocity of his act, he pants and groans out his words just as you did. While his lower half becomes more brutal, his lips and hands weee compassionate and sympathetic. There was that gentler tone of him that was lacking earlier. While he was continuously plunging in, he warmed your cheeks with the smooth swipe of his thumb as he wiped away the subtle tears that emerged from your gorgeous eyes.

“Fuck y/n—“ he pants out once more as he pauses to prop his weight on the balls of his kneecaps. Looping his arms around your kier back, he intertwined his fingers as they rest right above your derrière, elevating it off the bed, turning you into a human pendulum. he continued his unlawful movements as gravity takes effect and forces your shoulder blades to sink into the bed as he raises your pelvis higher against his abdomen. “Pleaese-please-please-please—“ you gasp out violently in sync with his thrusts, hoping he would slow down. Instead, he goes harder, faster, and deeper, digging into soft tissue as he penetrates deep into the abyss of your womb as he strikes in and out, tapping that soft spot that causes you to leak onto his shaft, permitting him to slide in and out effortlessly.

He takes a hand and moves it against the center of your chest, smoothing it all the way up against your throat, and under your chin. His thumb reaches up and makes its way into your mouth. You yell out your moans as the image of him using only one arm bridging under your rear and stabilizing your lower frame to fuck into you caused you to grow dizzy. He was strong. So strong.

The sound of skin meshing together with the sticky juices thickening as a result of the constant thrust made you gasp even more. It synchronized with the tempo of his thrusts and you could barely catch your breath. He was not far behind. With his tenacity in going deeper, the obsession of tasting the internal side of you, it was all enough to make his heart stop beating. “Y/n…my beautiful siren.” The last bit came out slightly whiny as his cock twitches violently. You could feel it.

“W-wait! Heeeeung!”

He was close, you could tell. As much as you were forced to enjoy this, and you did, the question of whether you were ready for motherhood became absolute in the sense that you weren’t ready. You can’t, not yet. Because the moment you do become pregnant with this man’s child, that means you won’t be able to escape…ever.

“Please…not-not inside!” You moan out, once again palming his lower abdominal muscles, a pitiful attempt in pushing him away. But it was no use. The second he cupped your own hand and held it in place as his thrusts increased in pace and became sloppy, the loud grunts coming from his mouth matched the momentum of his hips as he kept going in and out.

In and out.

In and…

“Heeseung stop! I can’t be a mother! Please!”

Ignoring your pleading, he takes his thrusts deeper as he shoots his cum deep inside. His head flings back once more, mouth wide open as he faces the ceiling and gulps out a growl as his hand slowly smooths over your mouth to cover your scream. “T-take it…fucking get pregnant.” He stutters as every single muscle on his body twitches while he releases his entire orgasm inside you. His eyes remained closed as he locates your tongue and feeds his fingers into your mouth, rubbing the inside of your cheek as he forces you to suck on them. You hiccup a few sobs as you look down and see him planted deep inside you, still pumping his seeds into your womb. “Y-you…you really tried this time…didn’t you?” You wailed as you quietly sobbed, fearing that he achieved his goal. “U-uh huh….” He lazily tuned out with his face still flushed with the ceiling, leaving only the view of his Adam’s Apple in sight for you to view as you watched it bob up and down when he responded.

Sure, he had never pulled out the other times, but he never railed into you as vigorously like he did tonight. Sighing out a deep breath, he finally lowers his head once more and lays on top of you, mashing his sweaty chest against your breasts. Choking out a chuckle, his fingers, coated in your saliva, trace lines along your face. Smirking, he darkly whispers against your lips…

“Now you’re never going to be able to escape from me.”

He was right. You’re never going to be able to leave, even if you had the chance to get to the sea, you won’t be able to find it within your heart to abandon the child he’s left inside you just now. From here on out, you were no longer a descendant of Poseidon…you were now a mother a part of the clan. Mother of an Adam.

Authors note: take that! 😈

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i thought you loved me?

☆pairing: 희승 x reader

☆word count: 384

☆warnings: angst, reader throws stuff at heeseung?

☆genre: angst, lovers to strangers

☆song suggestion: you were beautiful-day6

☆summary: heeseung came over for what you thought was a date, but you were so wrong

please, please cant we make this work?

you begged him, pulling on his hand, bringing your hand up to graze his face.

but he pushes your hand away, looking at you

like he had shut off.

from you, from everything.

he looks at you and repeats the cold break up letter his company made him say.

we aren’t working. we never did, and this relationship benefited neither of us. i need to focus on my career and not on this little relationship.

your heart broke, right then and there into a million pieces. you dropped to the floor and started sobbing.

did everything we did together mean nothing? the nights i snuck into your dorm as we giggled and talked about nothing, but yet everything. you tug at his pants edge

please no, no you still love me, right? you start chuckling as you stand up.

yeah, your company, your company made you say this right? right?

he never responds, his face as cold as it was when he walked into your apartment.

you stop talking and stand there

you and him

suddenly you feel a wave of anger. how could he? you knew he loved you, he adored you. he would never do this to you.

how could you? i thought we had something! you couldn’t even have the backbone to say no to your stupid company. i hate you! i hate you i hate you i hate you!

you start screaming at him as you start to throw things at him. pillows, blankets, anything you could get your hands on.

but he stood there. taking every hit, not saying a single word

you grabbed the plushie he won for you on your first date, and just as you were about to throw it in his face your adrenaline died out.

you just stood there until you muttered the three words that broke his heart.

get out now

you drop the plushie, the one that he won for you, not daring to pick it back up.

he stands there for a bit, and then bows to you.

and he walks out.

you drop to the floor, sobbing as you hold his plushie to your chest.

as soon as he walks out, he starts sobbing.

you didn’t want this, and neither did he.

never in a billion years

authors note: my first angst piece !! life was unfortunately not life-ing when i wrote this :(

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JUST A BET. jung sungchan, riize

pairing. idol!sungchan x fan!reader

genre. fluff, angst, crack, nsfw??

synopsis. in which sungchan makes a bet with his fellow bandmates where he has to become friends with a fan on twitter. y/n somehow ends up being the lucky fan account that catches his attention.

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04. GAMING

LAST CHAPTER. MASTERLIST. NEXT CHAPTER.

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secret proposals

lee heeseung x fem reader smau series

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BONUS colliding worlds

note: I’m baackk (well kinda) next chapter it’s going to be a written one with the scenario that inspired this whole fic. But I’m lowkey kinda nervous because I don’t know if I should go for the whole cliche kdrama plot that I planned. What do you think? Is there something you want to see in the story?

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𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐧 𝟕𝟖𝟔 34. in too deep

WHEN YOON JEONGHAN TAPPED JAY'S SHOULDER, HIS BRAIN WAS TOO MUDDLED TO EVEN THINK PROPERLY.

He underestimated how casual the gesture of tapping someone to get their attention was, and it was evident when he was looking back at Jeonghan with a confused gaze. Jay had spent the entire day freaking out over whether he was going to get a seat in the Order, and now that he was face-to-face with one of their members, he couldn't even grasp that he was being offered a spot.

Jay was in the middle of reading your frantic texts about getting a seat from Sungjin, sitting at an empty booth in the library so that he could charge his laptop. The very thought of Sunghoon being left behind had him so baffled that he could only gawk at Jeonghan for a few seconds. The senior only seemed amused, hardly even realizing that Jay had far more weighing on his mind than being tapped.

"Congratulations, Jay," Jeonghan said with a broad grin stretching across his face, "welcome to the Order."

Every word he could have used to finish his sentence died on Jay's tongue, and instead he croaked out, "I—huh?"

"Yeah, I'm not sure how else to dumb it down for you."

He wasn't sure what snapped him back into reality—maybe it was the whistle of the wind in his ear, or perhaps it was the fear that Jeonghan must have thought he was a crazy person—but Jay immediately straightened up and let out a forced cough.

"Sorry," he got out immediately. "Thanks. I just thought—"

"That you wouldn't get in?" Jeonghan finished for him. "Yeah, I thought so, too. We were debating between you and Kazuha for nearly an hour. It took a lot of manipulation to convince them that Kazuha wasn't the right choice."

The corner of Jay's mouth picked up in a grin. "Manipulation?"

"Let's just keep that between us." Jeonghan gave him a wry smile and handed over a thin, black folder with a few sheets of papers tucked neatly inside. "You can open that later. It's just a welcome letter and a notice about sending us details so we can coordinate your initiation night."

"Huh..." Jay trailed off; his mind was still stuck on his bid rather than the folder in his hands. "I didn't think I'd get in after that interview."

"Are you kidding? They loved your answers, especially when you said you'd punch Sunghoon."

"But—I didn't even know the answer to whatever seven-eight-six meant, though."

"That's the whole point," Jeonghan said. "You're not supposed to know everything! What we believe is that it's valuable to admit that there are answers you haven't found yet, but you also did your best to draw a conclusion with the little information you had."

"So... what does it mean?"

"We don't know."

"What?"

"We don't know," he echoed with a shrug. "We think the founder chose it to represent us because he claimed to have decided eighteen of the characters on the Kryptos sculpture himself—on top of the ones that're already deciphered."

"Interesting," Jay replied with an inquisitive hum. He then gave Jeonghan a strange look. "Are you supposed to be telling me this, by the way?"

"Sungjin didn't want us talking with you guys too much, actually. We're supposed to just tap you on the shoulder, hand you the file, and leave." He scratched the back of his neck aimlessly. "I have to stay on campus until my next class, though, so I don't really have anywhere else to go."

"If they ask, I'll let them know that you were very, very mysterious."

"See? I told them that was what the Order needed: loyalty."

Jay felt his stomach twist. He was probably the worst example of that, but seeing that Jeonghan held him in such high regard, he couldn't bring himself to object. Instead, he brushed off the senior's words with a shy grin.

Jeonghan continued, "I swear, they were deliberating for so long that I—"

"Jeonghan—wait, Jay?"

To Jay's relief, you walked up behind his table, looking between the two men several times before you seemed to piece together what was going on. The determination that had darkened your eyes seconds prior started to melt away.

"You got a seat?" you breathed out, and before Jay could nod, you were shooing him further down the cushioned bench so that you could sit next to him. Your gaze immediately landed on the black folder in Jay's hands. "Oh!"

There was an awkward pause. You looked up at him for a brief moment, and it looked like you had a lot more to say instead of opening and closing your mouth over and over again. Jay's throat felt tight. Your sideways look at Jeonghan made Jay wonder how what your true reactions would've been if you two were alone.

Since you clearly hadn't anchored yourself back into reality, Jay slapped his folder onto the table to take Jeonghan's attention away from how distracted you had gotten.

"What? You didn't think I'd make it in or something?" he teased you, although he was quite aware that that wasn't your intention.

"No," you insisted with a scoff, kicking Jay's shin under the table.

Jay hissed through his teeth, nudging your leg back with his shoe. Unbeknownst to Jeonghan, you two were in an intense battle of trying to kick the other; your attempts were always stronger than his.

"Oh, that's fucked up," Jeonghan joined in, leaning forward onto his elbows. "Were you hoping someone else would get in over Jay?"

He rolled his eyes, realizing that Jeonghan was just hungry for a morsel of gossip. However, anticipation was swirling in Jay's chest as he prepared himself for whatever your answer would be. After your text about Sunghoon's situation, he wouldn't have been surprised if you were more concerned about your ex-boyfriend.

You huffed. "No, I think Jay deserves it out of anyone who interviewed."

His heartbeat was somehow quicker. More intense. Jay couldn't understand why your words left little electric currents running under his skin, but he was just grateful that you couldn't see how much of a mess his head was.

"But what the hell, Jeonghan?" you continued, sharper. "Why did Sungjin give me his seat?"

Jeonghan let out a dry laugh before shaking his head. "Can't give you our reasonings."

"Weren't you just talking about mine?" Jay cut in since he was equally curious about where Sunghoon's predicament was going.

"Well, that's—" The senior cut himself off and screwed up his eyes as he processed his next words. "Okay, you're technically right, but I gave you my seat, Jay. I didn't give Y/N my seat, so I can't tell her why she was chosen by Sungjin."

You and Jay stared blankly at Jeonghan for a moment, who was slowly losing his resolve to keep quiet.

"Okay, fine." Jeonghan sighed heavily. "Tell anyone about this, though, and you two won't be having a fun initiation process." As Jay swallowed thickly at the thought of being hazed, Jeonghan leaned over the table and lowered his voice to say, "I don't know much because we don't really question Number One, but he just said that he didn't want to extend his seat to his brother anymore. Something about wanting Sunghoon to make it on his own."

Jay frowned. "Number One?"

"That's what we call our president," he replied. "Only the members of the Order know about Number One's identity for the duration of their office."

"You're really a loudmouth, Jeonghan," you sneered.

Jeonghan held up his hands in mock surrender.

"Then did Sunghoon get a seat or not?" Jay asked. "He had to have gotten a tap, right? It'd be ridiculous if he didn't."

Jeonghan only shrugged in response. "The finalized list of our new members will be emailed out tonight. You'll find out then."

You and Jay exchanged uneasy looks. Waiting to hear back from Sunghoon appeared to be their only option, and it only made Jay feel more at war with his head and heart.

For one, Sunghoon was a crucial part of the mission. Something happening to him would definitely affect you, and although that made Jay feel a twinge of bitterness, he recognized that you two had a previous connection that he couldn't get between.

On the other hand, he felt that he was in too deep—so deep that he wasn't sure how he would pull himself out when this was all over. Jay remembered it every time he turned white-knuckled when he would text his client; every time he laughed around Heeseung; every time he had to take a few seconds for his rage to simmer around Sunghoon; and every time he looked into your eyes and felt some semblance of peace.

And it made him feel terrified.

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SUMMARY ▸ private investigator jay park just wants to complete his mission quietly and move on with his life. you, his new assignment who keeps consuming his thoughts, don't make that very easy for him.

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SITUATIONSHIP 〻ᯇ # lee heeseung

011. real with me

IN WHICH ✶ y/n loved the idea of love, simply because she hadn’t experienced it yet. She hoped and prayed that love would come to her at the perfect time of her life where she’s mentally stable and ready for it. So when she suddenly gets attention from Lee Heeseung—she can’t tell if she likes this or not? This sudden attention, he was extremely sweet to her, way too sweet that it was suspicious. Given his reputation, Heeseung wasn’t the type to settle. So why was he all up on Y/n? and just why was Y/n enjoying it? She was confused with herself and her new situationship, maybe she’s just overstimulated by everything and scared to commit.

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ᯇ ೀ jayjay note ; little background story abt kim nali and heeseung; they met at a kappa chi party (duh..) nali attends a private university that is known to have successful graduates so she’s pretty smart. nali knows heeseung doesn’t do serious relationships and she wasn’t looking for one either so they js messed around during the summer and everything went back to normal when school started back up but she started to act weird and jealous whenever heeseung was seen with another girl. heeseung actually liked nali as a person and didn’t mind keeping in touch with her but he’s been keeping his distance since she’s been acting odd.

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" LET ME TAKE YOU DANCING

TWO STEP TO THE BEDROOM "

➥ genre. smut ➥ warnings. smut,fingering,ceo hee, fiance hee,hee and reader are drunk, he fucks reader against the wall,praises,positions mentioned, use of belt(for tying her nicely) ➥ note. something inspired by a song i've been hooked up on for a few days.

"this is peaceful" you say calmly as you sat on the bed,admiring the view outside the wide balcony of your fiancé's bedroom,all while being seated on his lap. "you're here,it's always gonna be peace for me" nudging his nose on your neck,his hot breathe fans on your skin. "Makes me feel thankful for all the times my parents held a dinner party for me returning,i get to spend each walking moment with you"

"How do you always find the right words at the right time" he seems to be delighted at the ask,hugging your body even closer. "it just happens when i'm with you....everything feels right"

"everything?" your mouth hands ajar when you feel his fingers roam around your body with no consent,groping shamelessly wherever,it made you mewl

"yeah darling....everything"He softly spoke out,before grabbing your face by the chin and crashed his lips on yours,immediately pushing the muscle in your mouth. "want to do something about the dress....tell me,was it for me baby?"

when you nod,he smirks at you. "so fucking pretty"

His attention was quick to divert on cupping your clothed breasts,massaging it ever so gently,earning a needy whine from you. He migrates his lips over to the side of your face. Without warning you,he lets his finger wander off to grab a bunch of your dress and pull it up,revealing your lacy panties. "let me fuck you,let me be nice to you"

"y-yes,please"

Curious enough,he doesn't let you turn your back as well,hooking the material aside with his fingers. You flinched when the air blew on your now bare clit. "didn't even touch you,yet i can tell you're soaking" the pad of his thumb ghosted your nub,your body vibrating at the small sensation.

He only jabs a finger in by a single knuckle. "did you play with yourself,darling?" "n-no! waited...w-waited for you to play w-with me" you mewl out loud again when you feel the drag of three fingers at once against your dampened walls. He pushes the trio in and out...in and out..in and out,before pulling them out with an obsence sound,your cunt slick glossing his fingers.

Bringing the cum coated fingers to his lips,he sucks his fingers off,licking it all clean and fishes his cock out.He guides the tip along the plush walls that surround your clit. "yeah baby,just like that..get wet for me" whispers near your ear,the suction of his lips on the lobe,while his cock abuses the exterior of your hole,not pushing in at all,hands guiding you to rock against his shaft...shit....you were feeling weak.

"spread your legs for me, pretty girl" you do as per he demands,you feel your thighs being helped with,big hands holding them apart. Using your slick to lube his hardened dick,he holds you in place before jamming in rough,all at once. The squelching noises thate came within the harsh issues of thrusts,were to drool for. You dug your nails, bruising the muscle of his thighs,trying to tell him to slow down but your body betrays you and you jolt forward,inches of his cock slip out,but not the tip"yeah baby?makes you want to run away?" When you thrash and moan on his hold,he cusses and spins you both over to settle you down. "i'm not letting you,hmm" the loosened belt comes in contact with your hands and feet, You watch his irises shrinking when he looks at you,pure lust written all over them,the belt now securely restricting you to move any further without his will.

His motions were passionate,sliding right back in. "look at you,fucking look at you" he moans out loud when he catches globs of white staining his length,which keeps disappearing into your cunt,he was smiling smugly at the mouth drooling sight. "Heeseung!" your thighs rattle against each other when he angles his hips upwards,maintaining a bruising grip on your waist once again. The sting you felt at the very end of your womb over and over again,was dangerously delicious. Your broken chants of his name drove him to insanity. Your walls pulsate around his meat,he drops your body down, and grabs your exposed neck,pushing it further down the mattress. "stay there and keep taking it till i cum" His hip bone crashes against yours even harder,the sounds of his balls slapping on your pussy and rear kept increasing. "fuck! fuck fuck-" the train of cusses gets cut short when you feel the leather wrapped around you disappear,eyes opening to meet heeseung's lust blown ones. He makes you stand up and leads your back to the balcony,flipping you to his right,where he pins you to the wall,with his cock still in you. He slots himself between your legs and raises one of them to place it around his waist,mid torso before pushing back in. "want it inside?"

"i bet you do" he does the answering for you and speeds up his thrusts,sliding in and out at his own pace,the tip of his cock firmly fixed to kiss your cervix repeatedly. With your body half levitating in the air,it was impossible to arch your back any more due to the pleasure he was providing you with. "gonna breed you so well,so full,when the wedding's over

"take you again and again,till you're fucked dumb on my cock" Both of you hissed and moaned when your walls clamped shut on his length,slowing his movements down. "you want it faster?say it darling you know i'll give it to you" "mhm..y-yes!" "say it for me" "please f-fuck me f-faster-..oh!" "louder,pretty" "fuck! faster-...go faster p-please" "good girl,now you can have what you want" his thrusts transition from rough and hard to soft and sloppy,all while he held you close,the sweat produced now shared between bodies. He pushes forward,leaving no space for air to pass between yours and his pelvises,moaning as he cums inside of you,filling you up just as he wanted. When you felt like you were at your limit,a grip on your neck stops you from moving."stay,take it all or i'll make you take it" too exhausted to even think,you let him do anything he wanted. He gently removes your leg,but not at all abandoning it from his warmth,he leans in and leaves a series of kisses on your collarbone,following up to your throat. "don't look at me like that,i will get hard again" he warns by ghosting his cock near your entrance. "and this time,no birth control,got it?" you nod playfully. Heavily panting,heeseung feels his dick twitch when you shudder from the aftermath of the raging orgasm,his hand rubbing your clit helping you ride out your high. "we have a dinner waiting on us for hours,heeseung" "dinner can wait,i want to enjoy a bath with my lovely fiancée at first"

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jessicaradreamer · 4 days

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Crying, Heeseung

Warnings- slight smut, teasing, reader cries, d is fireeee, embarrassment , crack?, lmk if i missed anything :)

Muffled cries hidden by the pillow, Heeseung failed to notice how good you felt.

"Something wrong? Am I going to hard?" His thrusts stop as soon as he heard the slight sniffled. Lifting your head from the pillow, you felt embarrassment swoon over you.

"N-no" You wipe your tears away, along with the trail of snot. With his cock still inside your warmth, Heeseung wanted to know what was wrong.

"Then what is it baby?"

"Your c-cock just feels so good" Hearing the answer, Heeseung couldn't control himself. Bursting into laughter, he failed to bring himself together. Sliding his cock out of your folds, he pushes himself into you again.

"You want more?" He teases, hands trailing on your back his hips slam into your ass. Whining out, your cries come to an end.

"Y-Yes" You cough out, feeling a harsh slap on your ass.

"Your going to regret" You can sense his smile. Hands grabbing your ass, your in for along, pleasurable ride.

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jessicaradreamer · 4 days

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➳ say you won’t let go | pjs.

idol!jay x fem!reader

“i’m so in love with you, and i hope you know”

synopsis: you dream that jay cheated on you, and he comforts you.

warnings/content: written in third pov. small angst in the beginning but fluffy ending! jay’s husband material! not proofread. cursing.

comments, likes, and reposts are appreciated :)

word count: 1.8k

a/n: birthday post for jay <33 and a special one for my jay stans out there :)

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current song playing: say you won’t let go by james arthur

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2:02 ─────────────|────── -1:29

“don’t do this jay, it’s not what you want..,” y/n’s trembling voice spoke as she felt her heart shattering with every moment of truth.

was this the real reason he always came home late?

she heard her boyfriend give a scoff.

“not what i want? how would you know that when you didn’t even know i was cheating on you?” jay darkly chuckled, laughing in disbelief of her pitiful plead.

“you’re pathetic y/n… really,” he spat out with a sinful grin.

his sharp words pierced into her like a knife in the back. tears quickly ran down her cheeks like no other, feeling her body get heavier as she felt like she was running out of breath.

with a call to the heart, something shouted inside her to open her eyes, to leave this dreadful scene she was stuck in.

and she did so, but she woke up in a different atmosphere.

. *₊ ° . ☆

y/n’s eyes shot open, quickly sitting up in the dark room as heavy breaths were taken.

it was a dream, a nightmare in fact.

tears still continued to stream down her cheeks though as she tried calming herself down with a 5’11 boy shuffling around.

“it was a dream..,” she shakily mumbled to herself, calming her heart rate with its loud pounding in her ears.

the sleepy male took notice of her sitting up, small sniffles heard as she tried silencing herself.

“y/n? you okay?” jay’s groggy grumble of a voice spoke, eyes trying to make out the figure in distress.

it hadn’t been too long since he arrived home late from rehearsals, so his body was still draining him back to sleep.

she didn’t respond though. her throat was dry, voice almost too hoarse to speak with her body still shaking from the horrifying nightmare.

“hey darling, what’s wrong?” he softly murmured after taking in that she wasn’t answering back.

jay finally sat up as well with blinking eyes to get a better look at her.

“y/n?” he called out again, careful in his every movement as his hands reached towards her face, attempting to try and relieve her at once.

the girl sniffled, finally coming to meet her boyfriend’s face with soft tears and puffy lids that showed her concern.

his heart instantly sank at the sight, wondering what had happened while he was asleep.

it struck him awake, eyes no longer blinking from the exhaustion of waking up as he went closer to her.

“hey hey hey, what’s wrong love? did you have a bad dream?” jay sweetly questioned, wiping away her tears while patiently waiting for her to catch her breath from the tiring cries.

after seconds of waiting, he finally got his answer with a nod — “yeah… i had a dream that you..,” her voice stopped for a second, pain caught in her throat as she strived to finish her sentence — “.. cheated on me.”

the male’s jaw dropped once her words processed.

cheat? on someone like her?

his breath was kicked out of his lungs with the frowning thought that he would do such a thing to the girl he loved.

“y/n..,” he softly whispered before pulling her into a warming hug.

✩ ‘i pulled you closer to my chest’ ✩

it healed her in every way possible, giving reassurance that he would never dare to do anything remotely close — but even then, he knew he could do more with his words.

as they hugged, he prompted, “i would never cheat on you. i would have to be the dumbest fucking guy alive to betray a special girl who’s worth keeping like you.”

he stopped, shakily sighing as he hated his dream self for cheating. “i wouldn’t even forgive myself if i pulled that crap, please know that i promise to never make you go through that in real life.”

jays grasp around her body was tighter as the thought of cheating was truthfully striking him as well.

his girls eyes closed to reel in the loving presence of it all while smiling.

of course she knew he wouldn’t do such a thing, but the utter shock of the dream being so real had her in a trance.

“i know you wouldn’t jay, everything just felt so real.” she confirmed, rubbing his back with her hands as she was comforting him now.

the two finally pulled away after her words, tears still lightly falling down her face as the boy wiped them away again. they stared at each other, both equally melting at the sight of their idiots in love.

with jay’s hands still holding her cheeks, he pulled her closer by the tug of them. leaning in closer as well while kissing where her tears dropped, giving a comforting reassurance within each one as he let out soft whispers of nicknames he’d always call her — ‘gorgeous,’ ‘love,’ ‘darling,’ ‘my girl.’

✩ ‘just say you won’t let go’ ✩

y/n’s eyes were kept close as her face scrunched from the micro-aggressive kisses she received on the other end.

with the last kiss being on her forehead, the two tucked back into bed.

the smitten male rested his chin on top of her head as his arms were wrapped around her body, bringing her in closer for a fond matter of consolation.

y/n relaxed all at once, body feeling fatigue in the radiating comfort brought by her boyfriend.

the two stayed in the same position throughout the night, then dawn soon peaked into the curtains, awakening jay first.

he grinned ear from ear at the sight of his pretty girl still sound asleep. his hands reached out to her face and lightly moved her hair strands around, careful to not scare her as he admired her gorgeous facial features.

with small shuffle movements made, y/n’s eyes peeked open at the glimpse of jay in a messy hairstyle caressing her own hair.

“morning darling,” his deep, beautiful voice bellowed while a smile crept onto her face. “how are you feeling?”

“just great, baby.”

the two dumbly smiled at each other as they stayed gazing into one another before finally sitting up.

“last night was something, wasn’t it?” jay joked, slightly laughing at his own joke, leaving her to only roll her eyes playfully.

“jongseong!” y/n exclaimed his government name, letting the arm closest to him fly up and send a smack to the tall man.

he chuckled with the laugh, the opposite arm quickly reaching over to his other side as he uttered — “ah! my arm! you hurt it!! after what i did last night.”

she laughed at his stupid action before she automatically tried to send another hit to him, only to be stopped by her very own boyfriend.

his hands ran to hers first, getting a hold of her left wrist before getting her right when she attempted the other side.

“jay!” she whined.

his arms fully took control of hers now as she tried to wiggle her way out but couldn’t do much.

the handsome boy’s laughs were echoed throughout the apartment, smile widening with his body toppling over hers. he pinned her wrists down on each side of her head.

jay’s fluffy, black hair was now hanging down as his girl huffed out a defeated sigh once she had realized she had no way out.

his lips curled in satisfaction at his victory.

“you still gonna hit me?” he mocked, a smirk coming on as the smile left.

y/n still tried to wiggle and move around but ultimately gave up.

“jay.. this is no fun!” her whiny voice rang in his ears as he felt his heart flutter upon the thought of her.

“give me a kiss and i’ll let you go.”

she scoffed at the oldest line in the playbook.

“jay.., really? a kiss?”

but he didn’t budge with her words, just a simple nod given as he started to lean in closer.

the distance between their faces started to close once he reached further for the kissable lips.

but the girl turned away in a playful manner, leaving jay to pout as he sternly looked at her.

“morning breath…,” she murmured, using it as an excuse.

jay scoffed out a smile, flashing a smirk with her lame attempt.

“i don’t care, i want those pretty lips on mine right now.”

before she could prolong any further, he quickly crashed his lips against hers, not giving her time to think or react.

he roughly moved, pushing for a reciprocating touch but only ever so slightly to keep it sweet. his hands then let go of her wrists, one hand closer to the head and the other on her jaw to kiss her better.

y/n smiled into it, allowing her boyfriend to feel her lips curl as she loved how he kissed. her hands automatically ran to his hair, fingers roaming through each strand in return.

the two shared a sweet moment before he finally pulled away with half-moon crescent shaped eyes.

he was definitely love-struck.

✩ ‘you make me feel this way somehow’ ✩

jay quickly ran his hands to her waist, giving small tickles to her body as she was taken back by it.

“jay, no!!” she yelled, laughing and crying from the ticklish movements her boyfriend did while he enjoyed her giggles.

he laughed along as her hands continued to try and swat away the man’s hands.

“please, jay!” she yelled again, laughing uncontrollably from the continuous feather touches.

when he felt like he teased enough, he stopped with an undeniable grin plastered across his face.

the only thing heard were their giggles they shared as he couldn’t help but feel endorphins run through his body.

after her laughs ran out, she mumbled the word — ‘jackass’ — to him as a joke, causing jay to chortle out more laughter.

y/n rolled her eyes, secretly enjoying his loud laughs. he just couldn’t contain his excitement in hearing her joy.

only she could get him in this melting state.

“whatever,” she jokingly mumbled, smacking his arm again as she stared intently at the handsome man who was still uglily laughing.

after seconds, jay finally stopped with his chuckles dying out in the room.

y/n and him stayed locked in eyes, both coming to a daze of how lucky they were to have each other before he decided he would cook breakfast.

“do you need any help?” she offered.

jay furiously shook his head as he responded, “no it’s fine darling, just stay in bed and i’ll let you know when it’s ready.”

he placed a long and sweet kiss on her cheek before leaving to the kitchen to whip up something delicious.

“my forever half..,” y/n whispered as she comforted herself back into bed. her heart was full and her mind was filled with her boyfriend, and his acts of service.

she didn’t know how she was able to find someone as amazing as jay.

though the boy was an idol and had a busy schedule, he still made sure he had time for her.

he always did.

✩ ‘i’m gonna love you till my lungs give out’ ✩

they were still young, but that didn’t mean jay wasn’t already thinking of a future with his favorite girl.

✩ ‘but i wanna stay with you until we’re grey and old’ ✩

they wouldn’t ever let each other go.

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jessicaradreamer · 4 days

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I'm Just a Play Date to You

jay park x reader [afab] x lee heeseung // smut

concept: they're drawing something out of you. something dark. something you're having trouble controlling. if you let them have it, maybe you'll survive. but what about everyone else? will everyone else survive what you're becoming?

[read the first part here]

[read the second part here]

w/c: 11.4k

warning: serial killer au, killer au, use of terms 'hyung' and 'oppa', terms of endearment [sweetheart, baby, excessive use of 'good girl', etc.], psychological manipulation, death, murder, blood, choking, drowning, mentioned suicide, discussions of mutilation; sexually explicit content, non con, knife play, blood play, passing out / somno, spit kink, fingering, vaginal sex, anal sex, rough sex, oral sex [m. receiving], slapping, spanking, multiple partners, degradation, nipple play, squirting, unprotected sex*, cum eating, creampie.

You’re fumbling with your bag, struggling with your thermos in your hand and your blazer in the other. Normally, you’re a bit more steady, less haphazard but you’re running late this morning so you’re trying to do two things at once, your locker hanging open in front of you. When you reach over to finally put your blazer down you knock your hand into your bag, tipping it over and causing you to spill several things out of it. With a frustrated sigh you just take it off, getting down to pick up the lip gloss and pens and tampons that have fallen out of your work bag. When you reach over, you hesitate when you see the shiny, iridescent handle of the switchblade.

You jerk back when a hand comes into view and picks it up for you. You jump up immediately, eyes wide, thankful it’s Yuna and not your manager that’s holding it.

“Since when do you carry a pocket knife?” She says, turning it over between her hands. You reach over and take it from her, surprising her with the way you snatch it back. You shove it deep down into your bag, hopeful to never let her see it again.

“Since… since I moved in with Jay and Heeseung oppa,” you say and she ‘ah’s quietly. She steps around you, going to her own locker as you quickly put your uniform blazer on, straightening it with trembling hands. “It was their idea,” you add.

“Wouldn’t, like, pepper spray or someone be safer?” She offers, popping her own locker open, pulling out her lanyard. You swallow, finding your own. “Knives are so…” she shivers, “that’s so violent. You’d have to get so close to defend yourself.”

“Yeah, well…” you mumble, pulling your lanyard on. “It’s a deterrent. If they see it… they’d probably fuck off right, knowing I’d defend myself.”

“I guess,” she replies.

It’s not true. You know that a knife like yours wouldn’t actually deter anyone, least of all the people actually behind everything going on around the city. You lean forward, opening your bag and peering in. Light just barely makes it through, around your shoulder and the door of the locker, glinting off the switchblade. You push your bag back into the locker, closing it tightly.

You haven’t gone anywhere without it since they gave it to you. It lives permanently in your hand or your purse or your work bag, passed around between all of these things like you do your extra chapstick or phone. It’s practically another part of you now, something you double check for before you go anywhere. When you’re sitting out in the living room, scrolling your phone with one hand, the other is holding the switchblade, flicking the knife out and folding it back in, a relaxing motion, almost like a fidget.

Half the reason it’s permanently glued to you is because you’d never be caught in the apartment without it. It’s more than just a defense weapon, it’s also their new favorite sex toy. Heeseung and Jay have gotten into the habit of ambushing you with sex, like a test, like a game, grabbing you around the waist and watching as you unsheath the blade, pointing it at them. Sometimes they’ll lean into it, letting the blade touch their skin, others they’ll take your hand in theirs, bringing it down their bodies, cutting little slits into shirts and sleeves and skin.

Ever since the first time, the three of you haven’t once had sex without a blade in the vicinity. If it’s not yours it’s a kitchen knife or one of their pocket knives, blade to skin, to shirts, to panties. Jay has slammed your hand against the kitchen island before, knocking your switchblade to the ground so he could press a knife to your throat, fingers knuckle deep inside of you. It’s thrilling, as much as you hate to admit it, the feeling of cold metal against your skin. It doesn’t scare you anymore. Not when you’re also the one holding a knife, not when you’re the one who’s etched bleeding cuts into Heeseung’s chest before while riding him, watching him moan as blood welled and dripped down his golden skin.

You adjust the hem of your own shirt, your blazer, making sure no one can see the scratches that decorate your midriff, courtesy of Jay’s hand.

Caught up in your shift, you don’t even notice the passing of time. You’re working on the sales numbers for 12 o’clock, standing on the outside of the counter since the store is practically dead, when someone touches your waist. You turn around, flipping the pen in your hand to act as a weapon, only to stop when you see it’s Heeseung. He smiles, leaning in to take your raised hand in his, bringing it down.

“Hot,” he whispers, leaning in towards you. “Were you gonna stab me with it? That would’ve been so sexy, making me bleed in public.”

“What’re you doing here?” You ask, pushing him back. He lets you, opening up the space between you, his hands leaving you. You toss the pen onto the counter, and then look back at him, crossing your arms over your chest. “Aren’t you supposed to be at work?”

“I’m on lunch,” he tells you. “Wanna get lunch with me?”

“I have to finish this sales stuff,” you sigh, making him frown. “Besides, my manager is out. So I’m in charge until she gets back.”

“Are you sure I can’t… convince you?” He asks, closing the distance between you again. You glance around, nervous about someone seeing you. Everyone you work with knows you’re dating Jay, it would be unseemly for them to see Heeseung this close to you. Still, you don’t push him away, gasping softly when you feel a sharp point against the zipper of your jeans. He blinks down at you, eyes wide and innocent-like. You swallow, hopeful that no one can see it.

“Oppa,” you hiss and he lifts a brow. “Please. I need this job.”

“I know,” he replies. “Just squirm a little for me, pretty. Beg.”

“Please don’t do this,” you whisper. He presses in closer, the point of the knife digging into the denim of your jeans. “Please, please, stop. Please, I’ll make it up to you later. Please…” you glance around, thankful that Yuna is at the other end of the store, straightening up a display. There’s no one else in the boutique even though there are people walking past in the hall, no one seems to be looking close enough. Still, you swallow the way your heart is beating in your throat. “Oppa,” you whine, clutching the edge of the counter behind you.

“Good girl,” he whispers and then backs off. The knife disappears and you can get in a full breath again. “I’ll remember,” he warns you, sliding his hands into the pockets of his jeans. “Don’t disappoint me.”

“I won’t,” you promise him. “I promise.”

“See you tonight?” He asks, voice light as he turns as if to go.

“See you tonight,” you agree. He winks and then heads out. You lean heavily against the counter as you watch him walk away. It’s while he’s walking away that Yuna comes over to you, brow creased. She looks out the doorway, eyes widening slightly. She walks a little faster to your side, leaning in.

“Is that Heeseung?” She asks and you nod. “What was he doing here? Doesn’t he usually come with Jay?”

“Yeah,” you agree. “But Jay’s working so… he just came alone. He wanted to know if I wanted to get lunch.” You turn around, picking the pen back up. Yuna leans heavily on the counter next to you, eyes narrowed skeptically. “But I’m busy with this so I couldn’t.”

“Just the two of you?” She asks and you nod. “Isn’t that weird? I mean, he’s your boyfriend’s best friend. Why would you guys get lunch together, alone?”

“We’re friends,” you brush off, tapping the end of the pen against the counter next to the paper, looking but not seeing the numbers. “We hang out.”

“Since when?”

“Since… I dunno, since I moved in with them.”

“I think it’s weird,” Yuna says, shaking her head. “I mean, it reads totally strange, right? Why would he want to hang with his best friend’s girl? Suspicious.” She has no idea. “Watch your back, babes. Heeseung’s nice but… you don’t want to get tangled up between a guy and his best friend. Guys act crazy when they get jealous, especially if it’s their best friend.”

“It’s not like that,” you say but Jay fucking you on the carpet of the apartment rises to the top of your mind. “Jay knows I’m his girl.”

“Okay…”

To say you spend the rest of your shift anxious about going back to the apartment would be an understatement. Your hands shake the entire time and neither of them come by to pick you up from work. Not that they always do but it’s an indicator, if anything. You end up taking the bus home with your switchblade in hand the entire way, letting yourself into the apartment with your left hand, the knife clutched in your right. When you get inside you close the door as quietly as possible, not daring to turn your back to the apartment, closing the door with your back.

No one is home. Jay is at work, Heeseung is still at work and you breathe a quiet sigh of relief. You have time to prepare yourself. And the apartment.

When Jay gets home, he sees your shoes next to the rack by the door. He closes the door behind him, walking into the apartment. He hooks his keys onto the hook by the door and looks around. You’re not around, which immediately has him curious. You’re usually in the living room, phone and knife in hand, but not this time. Curious, he looks around the corner at the kitchen. The knife block is missing and he smirks to himself, reaching into his pocket for his pocket knife.

“Sweetheart?” He calls out. “You’re not playing games, are you?” He asks, turning and heading for the bedroom. There aren’t a lot of places you can be hiding in the apartment and the bedroom door is closed. Jay rests a hand on the bedroom doorknob, leaning against it. He can’t hear you inside, part of him hopes you’re sleeping. He bites his lower lip, pushing the door open slowly, peering in.

You’re not on the bed and he walks a couple of steps into the bedroom. He looks around, hesitating just past the doorway. Then he hears it, the door creaks and he turns quickly. He’s fast, but you have the element of surprise, the edge of your knife pressing to the front of his neck just as his ends up at the side of yours. He nicks you, sending droplets of blood down your skin. And then he realizes what you’re wearing.

“Playing a game?” He asks, eyes scanning over your body. You’re wearing one of his button downs, it’s white, the collar starting to turn red from the blood dripping from the wound. You don’t move though, knife to his neck, watching him. Underneath the button down you’re in a set of lingerie, pristine white.

“I didn’t know you would be home first,” you tell him. “I was expecting oppa.”

“Are you and hyung playing a game?” He asks. He presses the knife harder against your throat, sending more blood spilling down your skin. It soaks heavily into the shirt, spreading through it. Jay watches with amusement as your eyes flutter, the blood staining your skin. It leaks down your skin, towards your breasts. It’s going to stain your lace bra, he’s waiting to see it.

“I’m playing a game,” you tell him breathlessly. “Oppa doesn’t know.”

“Well, I feel bad ruining the surprise now.” He takes the knife from your throat, the shallow cut still bleeding. It drips in thick droplets down your skin, seeping into your bra finally. It spider webs through the lace first, red over white. Jay smirks, admiring it. He looks at your face, the way your eyes are starting to turn hazy. Oh, you’re going to pass out. His cock hardens at the thought.

“He, uh…” You blink your eyes hard, trying to stay awake. Your arm drops, taking the knife from his throat and Jay lurches forward to catch you, pressing his hand against the cut to stem the blood flow. You won’t die, it’s not heavy enough to kill you, but it’s dripping rapidly down your body, soaking through your bra and down your stomach, towards your panties. He lowers you to the floor, watching your eyes slowly close. “Jay…”

“Don’t worry, pretty,” Jay tells you. “I’ll take good care of you. Just go to sleep.”

You pass out in his arms, Jay’s hand against your throat.

When Heeseung comes home Jay is waiting for him in the living room, your head in his lap. You’re still passed out but there’s a bandage over your throat, stopping the blood flow. He pauses, and then closes the door hard. Jay watches him come into the living room, dropping his work bag on the floor.

“What happened to our girl?” He asks, looking at you. Jay didn’t change a thing about you, just covered the cut, stopping the blood flow. You’re still covered in your own blood, rusty red staining the shirt and your body and your lingerie set. Heeseung’s eyes rake over your body, eagerly taking all of you in, his dick hardening his jeans. He wants to lick you, taste the blood on your skin.

“Baby tried to play a game and experienced the consequences. She’s fine, just a little sleepy,” Jay says, petting your hair. “But I think it would be an absolute shame if we didn’t take advantage of it.”

“You’re right,” Heeseung agrees, approaching the edge of the couch. “Look at her, so pretty and vulnerable.” He drops to his knees at the edge of the couch, brushing his fingertips over your cheek.

Between the two of them, they manage to slide your panties off and lie you down on the floor. You’re still deeply unconscious from blood loss, unaware of their doings as Jay rolls you over, dripping lube over your ass and pushing two fingers into your tight asshole. Heeseung spreads you open to help him, Jay fingering you open quickly. Heeseung leans over, spitting into your open hole, Jay’s fingers fucking it into you. You don’t even move as Jay works you open, making sure you’re loose enough to take them. Your lax body gives easily, Jay pushing a third finger into you once you’re loose enough to take it.

“Fuck,” Heeseung curses. “She’s gonna take us so well.”

“Pretty girl, such a good girl for us,” Jay mumbles. “Turn her over.”

Once rolled onto your back, both of them strip off their jeans and boxers, turning you onto your side. Jay against your front, Heeseung your back. Jay pushes his lube coated fingers into your pussy, making sure you’re wet enough to take him. He groans when he realizes you’re already wet.

“Her pussy’s wet,” he says, amused. “Even asleep, she’s desperate for us.” Heeseung chuckles, guiding his cock into your gaping asshole. Jay situates himself against your pussy, pushing inside. Jay guides your face into his neck, still unconscious as he pushes into you. The both of them fill you, groaning softly as they slip into your wet heat. With you asleep, they don’t have to compete with your complaining or writhing around, letting them both fuck you as rough as they like.

And they do, Heeseung fucking his cock into your lube coated ass while Jay pistons his hips into your pussy, wetting further, turning white and creamy from the way he’s fucking you. Heeseung groans into the back of your neck, your ass still tight from their quick prep, squeezing around his hard cock. He presses his forehead against the back of your neck while Jay holds you tight enough to bruise around your waist, the two of them using your body as nothing more than a sex doll.

“Fuck, I’m gonna come,” Heeseung curses. He balls up your blood soaked shirt, gripping it as leverage to fuck you harder. You moan softly, body aware of the brutal fucking even if you’re not.

“Me too, me too,” Jay groans. “Fuck, fuck.” He drills his cock down into your pussy, hard enough that the both of them can feel the other through your body. “Shit, shit, hyung. I feel your cock,” Jay moans. “How hard are you fucking her ass?”

“As hard as I can. Fuck, Jay, fuck,” Heeseung moans. “Oh, shit.” He tenses up, trembling as he comes into your ass. Jay groans, the pressure of Heeseung’s cock stilling in your ass pushing him over the edge. He comes wetly into your pussy, filling you up. You’re still passed out, body throughout used between them. Heeseung slowly pulls out, watching as his cum starts to drip out of your gaping ass. Jay pulls out as well, the two of them leaving you lying on the floor as they roll away from you. Cum drips out of both of your holes, your body still coated in drying blood.

“Pretty little fucktoy, isn’t she?” Jay says, cupping your chin in his hand.

“We should knock her out more often,” Heeseung says, brushing your hair away from your face, their frantic fucking having thrown your whole body into disarray. Your hair is messy around your face, your bra slightly askew, the shirt balled up at the small of your back from how hard Heeseung was gripping it. “Our perfect little sex doll.”

When you do wake up, you’re lying in bed, clean and redressed in one of Heeseung’s oversized t-shirts, a fresh pair of panties on. You touch your neck, finding a bandage taped over the wound. You climb out of bed, disoriented and weak legged. When you get to the doorway of the bedroom, you find Jay and Heeseung in the kitchen, Heeseung washing rice while Jay is actually making the dinner. You shuffle forward, leaning on the kitchen island. Heeseung does a double take when he sees you standing there.

“When did you get up?” He asks, drying his hands off. Jay turns, eyes widening in surprise. He turns the stove on low, also moving to your side. Heeseung touches the bandage gently. “Pretty, you should be in bed. You lost a lot of blood,” he insists, brushing his thumb over your cheek.

“Are you… upset?” You ask, nervously.

“Oh, baby,” Heeseung coos. “Of course not.”

“Hyung and I talked when he came home,” Jay tells you, resting a warm hand on your waist. “It was my fault. I didn’t mean to hurt you so badly. I should’ve been more careful,” he insists. You blink at him, biting your lip, unsure if they’re lying. “Why don’t you go lie down, beautiful? I’ll bring you dinner.”

“Are you… sure?” You ask.

“Of course,” Jay says. “You’ve been through a lot today.”

“Okay,” you relent, eyes darting between them, unsure. “If you’re sure.”

Both of them hum in agreement, nodding. You shuffle away from them, glancing over your shoulder at them. Both of them go back to making dinner and you shake your head to yourself. Who are you to look a gift horse in the mouth? You disappear back into the bedroom, missing the little smirks that decorate their lips.

“Hey,” Yuna says, folding a shirt beside you. You hum, straightening up the jeans. The turtleneck you’re wearing is just long enough to cover the wound on your throat, the weather, thankfully, having turned a bit chilly in the last week. She hasn’t even asked, complaining about the cold herself. “Are you working tomorrow?” She asks, straightening up the pile of shirts.

“No,” you reply. “Manager-nim said you guys are overstaffed for the weekend. They cut our hours so.”

“Ugh, lucky,” Yuna says, turning and leaning against the table. “I’m working the whole day on Saturday. It’s going to be a fucking madhouse.”

“Language,” you comment, Yuna sticking her tongue out at you. You laugh softly. “Trust me, I’d rather be working anyway. I mean, otherwise I'm just spending my day off with Jay and Heeseung oppa.”

“What the fuck is up with you guys?” Yuna asks and your hands pauses briefly on the stack of pants you’re straightening. “Like, I totally get that things are weird since you moved in with Jay, but it just seems like I see the three of you together way more often than I see the two of you together anymore. Don’t get me wrong, I understand that bodies are still popping up everywhere and finding a new place to live in this city is damn near impossible, but Heeseung is always hanging all over you guys. Third wheel, much?”

“Uhm… well, Jay doesn’t want to leave him out and I would feel bad going out without him,” you tell her. “Think about it. It’s bad enough that his best friend’s girlfriend had to move in with them, I don’t want to monopolize all of Jay’s time too.”

“But like, he comes by to see you,” Yuna points out and you swallow. “And it feels like you’re always working or with them. What goes on?”

“I dunno. I didn’t notice,” you lie.

“You need to come by mine sometime,” Yuna says. “You need a girl’s night, for real. You cannot keep spending all of your time with your overbearing, overprotective boyfriend and his best friend. It’s not normal for you to spend that much time around that much testosterone,” she comments, going back to her section of clothes. “I get that he’s worried about you but it’s getting weird.”

“It’s not that weird, I’ve always spent a lot of time with Jay,” you defend weakly. “And Heeseung oppa’s a good friend. I don’t know what the big deal is⁠—”

“You know⁠—” she turns and then scoffs. “Speak of the devil.” You straighten up, turning to look at the entrance. Jay and Heeseung are walking in together. You check your watch, finding it to almost be time for you to leave. You didn’t realize how late it was. “God, they’re obsessed with you,” Yuna mumbles and you cut your eyes towards her.

“Shut up,” you comment, making her frown. “Hey, baby,” you greet Jay, kissing him on the cheek when he gets close enough.

“Hey, sweetheart. You’re almost done, right?” He asks and you nod.

“Yep,” you agree. “Let me just finish up here,” you tell them, gesturing vaguely to the table.

“Hey, Yuna,” Heeseung greets her. She barely offers him a glance. “Alright. Damn,” he mumbles.

“Yuna,” you warn her.

“What?” She retorts.

“I’m sensing a little hostility,” Jay comments. “We’ll wait outside,” he tells you. You nod, letting him kiss you on the cheek. He and Heeseung turn to go but linger nearby. They share a look as you turn towards your worker.

“Yuna⁠—”

“What? I’m right,” she insists. “They’re just proving my point. You’re never alone anymore unless you’re here and it’s weird that Heeseung is always hanging around you and your boyfriend. I thought you were dating Jay not Jay and Heeseung,” she hisses. “When was the last time we even hung out together? Just us?”

“I dunno,” you say, turning to the display table. “You’re blowing this so out of proportion. I don’t know what your problem is, but my relationship with my boyfriend is fine. And I am allowed to be friends with his friends,” you insist.

“Whatever,” Yuna replies. “I don’t have a problem,” she says, finishing with her last stack of clothes. “You have a problem. You’re obsessed with your boyfriend. He’s the only person you see anymore. I thought we were friends but clearly he’s more important.”

“Yuna⁠—”

“Your boyfriend’s waiting,” she says, walking away from you. You sigh to yourself, shaking your head to yourself. Trying to reason with Yuna is completely useless. She’s upset, but Yuna never stays mad at you for long. You finish up and head to the back, oblivious to the way Jay and Heeseung are loitering near the entrance, not too far from where you and Yuna were arguing. Heeseung looks at Jay, who looks over at Yuna.

“I’ll handle it,” Jay says.

“No,” Heeseung says, resting a hand on Jay’s arm. “I have an idea.”

“Oh this oughta be good,” Jay comments, crossing his arms over his chest. “What’s this ‘idea’ you have?”

“We can turn this in our favor,” Heeseung assures him. “Trust me. We just need a little leverage.”

“I’m listening,” Jay agrees, lifting a brow.

You don’t often leave the house after dark, and you especially don’t do it with Jay or Heeseung. After dark is when all the things you want to know least happen. After dark is when they leave the house and come back late, late enough that you’re usually asleep, pretending not to know anything. If you are still awake, you lie in bed and listen to them come in, take a shower and then silence. You don’t know anything about what happens after dark, and you don’t want to. So when the sun is setting and Heeseung comes to you, telling you to get dressed, he’s taking you somewhere, it lodges a rock in your throat.

You do as he asks because Jay is gone. Jay has been gone all day. He left last night and you never heard him come home, you haven’t seen him either. It unsettles you, you hate that you don’t know where Jay is, that Heeseung is taking you somewhere after dark, but you do as you’re asked. You always do as you’re asked.

In a fit of bravery, you’re not sure where it comes from, you ask, “Where are we going?” after you’ve already left, Heeseung’s hand in yours as he brings you to the bus stop.

“It’s a surprise,” he tells you with a smile. “You’ll like it.” You’re not so sure.

You’ve never been to this part of town, you realize, when Heeseung takes you off the bus. You’re unfamiliar with the buildings, many of them dark and vacant, the far away parts of the city starting to crumble in on themselves. Seoul is wrapped in these places, abandoned places way out past the main runs of the city, old factories and hotels and warehouses, places long since lost to time, given back over to nature. Asphalt is cracked under your feet and Heeseung guides you further in, hand tight in yours.

In your other hand, your purse left behind, is your knife.

“In here,” Heeseung tells you, opening the door to a large building. Clearly, he knows this place well, it settles the rock in your stomach, heavy and unrelenting. He tugs you along, through dark corridors, passageways, until he brings you to a large, open room.

At the back of it, there’s a person tied to a chair, a paper bag over their head. Jay is pacing nearby, flicking his own pocket knife back and forth, clearly waiting. Your heart races in your chest as Heeseung drags you closer, forcing you further and further into the room. Jay looks over at you, smirking when he sees the both of you. Heeseung stops you, just a handful of feet away from the person. They’re trembling, little muffled sobs coming from the paper bag, tied tightly to the chair. You watch them with large, scared eyes.

“I was hoping you would show up soon,” Jay says, walking over to the chair. You’re glued to the spot, Heeseung moving to stand behind you. “I have a surprise for you, beautiful.” You swallow. He stands behind the chair, resting his hands on the shoulders of the person. They whimper and then Jay is lifting the bag off of their head.

“No!” You burst out but Heeseung wraps his arms around your middle, hooking his chin over your shoulder, keeping you in place. Sitting on the chair in front of you is Yuna, tied tightly to the chair, a fabric gag knotted in her mouth. Her makeup is smeared, mascara and eyeliner running down her cheeks, drool tracks down her chin from how long the gag has been in her mouth. “Jay, no!”

“Oh, baby, don’t beg me,” he tells you. Yuna whines into the gag, fresh tears spilling down her cheeks. “It’s not gonna be me. It’s up to you.”

“What’re you talking about!” You demand, held in place by Heeseung. “Let her go!”

“Sweetheart, I’m not gonna kill her,” Jay tells you. “You’re gonna kill her.”

“I won’t,” you insist.

“That’s cute,” Heeseung whispers in your ear. “You think I don’t see that knife in your hand.” You swallow, tightening your fingers around the switchblade. “You never go anywhere without it anymore. You always have it. You mean to tell me, tell the both of us, you’ve never thought about it. All the times you eagerly cut us with it? All the times you cut us, watching us bleed for you?” He presses a kiss to your cheek but you shake your head.

“No, no,” you say, voice thick. “It wasn’t like that. It was just… it’s just sex! It’s not⁠—”

“It’s never just sex, baby,” Jay insists. “It’s never just that. You have to know that.”

“Even- even if that were true,” you struggle out, starting to tear up, “you can’t make me kill her. I’ll kill anyone else! I’ll kill anyone else for you. But not her!”

“Oh, pretty,” Heeseung sighs, brushing his fingertips over your cheek, “I think it’s so sweet how sure you are that you’re not going to kill her. I think it’s absolutely adorable. But the thing is, you have no idea what we know. You have no idea what she’s done.”

“What’re you talking about!?” you ask, voice trembling. “Yuna’s never done anything! She’s completely innocent.”

“You think you know a person. That’s the thing about you, baby,” Jay says, leaning forward to rest his arms on Yuna’s shoulders. He flicks his knife out and she whimpers, squeezing her eyes shut. “You thought you knew me. You thought you knew Heeseung hyung. But beautiful, you’ve never really known anyone,” he mocks you, grinning. “You don’t even know your best friend from work. You have no idea what kind of person she is.” He moves his free hand to the gag in her mouth. “If you scream,” he whispers to her, “I’ll bury my knife in your neck.” He removes the gag and she gasps for air.

“Y/N, please! Please, I didn’t do anything! I didn’t do anything, I swear! I wouldn’t!” She begs you as soon as her mouth is free.

“She’s already begging for her life,” Heeseung says. “She has a guilty conscience, doesn’t she?”

“Yuna,” Jay says, bringing his knife up to the front of her neck. “You’re gonna tell my beautiful, loving girlfriend what you did. And you’re not gonna leave anything out. You understand?”

“Please, please, I didn’t do anything,” she cries.

“Lying isn’t going to save you,” Jay warns her, staring directly at you. “Now tell her about last night. Tell her what you did.”

“Yuna?” You ask. “What happened last night?”

“I didn’t do anything,” she swears. “I- I worked last night. I was at the store all day and at the end of the day, Jay came to the store. He- he asked to walk me home. I thought- I thought he was just being nice. I just thought- please, you have to believe me. You have to,” she cries. “I didn’t do anything.”

“What didn’t you do?” You ask, doubt rising in your mind.

“I thought I told you not to leave anything out,” Jay warns her, pressing the blade of the knife against her throat. She whimpers, more tears dripping down her cheeks. “Tell her.”

“I- I asked Jay… I asked him if he wanted to come up to my apartment,” she sobs out. “After he walked me home.”

Those words stop the world. Your blood runs hot as you tense up in Heeseung’s arms.

Jay is a demon, you know this. You know that your boyfriend is nothing less than a murderer, a psychopath, and Heeseung is no better, but still, your heart feels like it's stopped in your chest. He's still your boyfriend, you still love him. After everything, you still love Jay. And she would do that to you?

“Oh, baby, I can feel how mad you are,” Heeseung whispers in your ear. “How dare she?”

“It was- wasn’t like that!” She sobs. “I swear. I didn’t mean it like- like that!”

“What did you mean?!” You demand. “What the hell else could that mean, asking my boyfriend to come up to your apartment!? What the hell were you thinking?!”

“I didn’t. I didn’t, please!” She begs. “Please. He was flirting with me. He spent the entire walk flirting with me! He said you didn’t have to know, he said⁠—” Jay presses the knife hard enough that a little bit of blood wells up. “God, stop him! Please, Y/N, please! I’m sorry!”

“Did you?” You ask, looking at Jay. “Did you flirt with her?”

“Baby, why would I cheat on you?” Jay says, shaking his head. “That hurts, that you would think that. If I did, it wasn’t to hurt you. It was because I knew what she was capable of.” No, after all this time, Jay wouldn't. He wouldn't cheat on you, you know it. You look at Yuna, tears rolling down her cheeks. “Think about it, beautiful,” Jay tells you. “If she was a real friend, would she have even tried to sleep with me? If she cared about you, would she have flirted back?”

“A real friend would’ve stopped him,” Heeseung says. He unwraps an arm from around you, tucking your hair behind your ear. “A real friend would’ve told him it was wrong. That he was wrong. What kind of friend takes advantage of a situation like that?” Heeseung lets his lips brush your ear as he says, “You know what they say. It takes two.”

“Please, I didn’t,” Yuna whines. “I didn’t mean it like that. I didn’t mean it. I’m sorry. Please, please. Let me go.”

“Of course, that’s up to you,” Jay says, taking his knife away from her throat. Blood drips down her front in small droplets, the cut on her throat hardly more than a scratch. He lets go of her, closing his knife. “Y/N,” he says and your eyes dart from Yuna’s face to his, “sweetheart, this is your choice. You can do whatever you want. Her life is in your hands.”

“If you don’t want to, then don’t,” Heeseung tells you. His other arm lets go of you, resting his hands on your waist instead, still standing behind you. “This is your choice, pretty.”

“Please, please⁠—” Yuna is cut off as Jay shoves the gag back in her mouth.

“Don’t let her try to convince you,” Jay tells you, tightening the gag around her mouth. She moans into it, the knot in the fabric lodged in her mouth keeping her silent. “After all, she’s the one who betrayed you, right?”

“I- I don’t⁠—” You struggle out, shaking your head but Jay comes over to you, gently taking your chin in his hands.

“I know,” he says, too gently, too understandingly. Your mind is in a whirlwind, trying to parse through it all. You’re still angry, pissed that someone you trusted would try to do that to you. You thought Yuna was your friend, you thought she liked you, why would she do that? You told her so many times, how much Jay meant to you, how much you loved him. Was she that upset? “I don’t understand either. How could someone do that to you? How could a friend do that to you?” You close your eyes, fisting your fingers around your knife, the hard edges grounding you. “You don’t have to kill her, baby. Not if you don’t want to.”

“But you know,” Heeseung says, hugging you around the middle, “who’s to say that’ll stop her? Who’s to say that this’ll teach her anything. Girls like her, they never really learn, do they?” He tsks softly, gently resting his head against yours. “You know what they say. Once a cheater, always a cheater.”

“Think about how much you hurt right now,” Jay says and you open your eyes to see him looking at you, sympathy in his eyes. “Think about how angry you are. What would you have done if you found us? What would you have done if she had slept with me? Your boyfriend, who loves you so much, she took me from you? You trusted her and she betrayed you. She was never really your friend. Would a friend do that?”

“You’d be saving the next girl a lot of pain,” Heeseung tells you. “She can never hurt someone else if you stop it right now.”

Your switchblade is heavy in your hand, your mind swirling with Heeseung and Jay’s words. You’re mad, you’re furious with Yuna, that after everything, working together as long as you have, teaching her everything you know about the store, being such good friends, she would do this? Why would she do this? What if she did do it again? What if it’s not Jay, what if it’s someone else? Maybe they’re right. Maybe they’ve always been right.

“It’s up to you,” Jay says, letting go of your chin, Heeseung’s hands falling away. “It’s your decision. You can let her live, if you really want to. But both choices have consequences.”

The only consequences in your mind are what happens if she lives. You unfold the blade of the switchblade, running your thumb along the dull edge. Yuna cries out, but you don’t pay it any mind, turning the knife over in your hand.

“Go on,” Heeseung tells you. “Make your choice.”

You step over towards Yuna, crouching down in front of her. She blinks teary eyes at you. Your heart is racing, your mind running ahead of you with thoughts. She’s just guilty, she’s just begging because she knows that you’ll kill her if you think she’s not sorry. She’d do it again. She’d sleep with someone else’s boyfriend. She’d break another girl’s heart without question. She betrayed you. She never cared about you.

It doesn’t cross your mind that the voices in your head sound like Jay and Heeseung.

When you stand back up, you walk around behind you, grabbing her by the hair. She muffles a scream into the gag, again and again, as if anyone is going to hear her. You know that they won’t.

“You thought you’d sleep with my boyfriend?” You ask her and she sobs underneath you. “You picked the wrong fucking couple.” You bring your knife down to her neck, pressing in. The sharp blade breaks skin. You drag it across in one quick slice, blood pouring down from the wound over your hand and all down her front. It sprays outward, in a messy arc and then turns into a river of red. She chokes on it briefly and then goes still.

“Baby, you didn’t even make it all the way across,” Jay tells you, shaking his head. He steps around the river of blood, the plastic sheeting on the ground collecting it. “Not very clean.”

“Who said I was trying to?” You reply. “She would’ve just died faster.” Jay smirks.

“I love you,” Jay tells you.

“Fuck, I’m hard,” Heeseung says, adjusting himself in his jeans.

“Get in line,” Jay tells him, approaching you. He takes you by the throat, kissing you through his grin. “I’m going to fuck you so hard later,” he mutters into your mouth.

It isn’t until you’re back at the apartment, freshly showered with your clothes in the trash, that reality finally catches up with you. Your knife is stained with blood, you tilt it back and forth in the bathroom light, your wet hair hanging around your face. The light doesn’t catch on it, the blade matte and dull where rusty maroon is dried to it. Blood. Yuna’s blood. You swallow around the lump in your throat.

You feel numb. Not sad. Not regretful. Not upset. Just a little empty, unfeeling. You watch the light bounce back and forth, missing the matte section of the knife. You should feel worse, definitely. You realize belatedly that your hands are beginning to tremble, and you drop the knife in the sink, curling them around the edge of the sink to get them to stop. You should feel worse, you should regret more.

“Beautiful?” Jay calls out as he comes in. You don’t even look up from the bathroom sink. Water drips from the faucet, onto the blade. It turns the maroon stain bright red again, dripping off of the blade, streaking against the white basin of the sink. “Sweetheart?” Jay says, closer. His footsteps approach. “Oh, baby,” he coos. His hands rest on your waist, his cheek against the crown of your head. “I know. It’s a shock. It’ll get easier.”

“It does?” You ask.

“It does,” he promises you. “It did for us.”

“Tell me about it?” You ask. Jay hums, kissing the top of your head. “Please, baby?”

“Come here,” he tells you. You let go of the sink, turning in his arms. He wraps his arms around your shoulders, holding you to his chest. He smells like ash and gasoline but, under that, he smells like his cologne. You bury your nose in his neck. “What do you want to know?” he murmurs

Everything, and he tells you everything.

The first time they killed wasn’t a few months ago, it was a long time ago. They met in high school, you knew that already, but what you didn’t know is that they met in detention. Both of them had intense anger issues, they used to get into fights all the time, a lot of the students were afraid of them but those that weren’t would pick fights that Heeseung and Jay would finish. They met when Jay got into a fight so bad he knocked a kid’s teeth out and Heeseung choked a kid half to death. Both of them had a penchant for escalating fights, for turning them physical and dangerous. Once they started hanging out together, they realized that they were scarier together. Most of the student body was too afraid to approach them once they became friends, worried that one of them might actually lash out and kill them. They had no idea.

Without an outlet for their anger though, they needed to find something else. So they both learned to bow hunt, which is when they first started killing. They would go out on the weekends towards the mountains and spend whole days killing things. No one thought anything of it, if anything they were actively supported by their parents and teachers, insisting it was a “safe” outlet for their anger problems. They had no idea what the two of them were doing out in the woods together.

When they would come home, they were always covered in blood. They always said it was an accident, a main artery ruptured, they were too clumsy, but that was far from the truth. Both of them were desperately interested in the mutilation, wanting to know what it was like to kill from close up. They would take turns, immobilizing their targets only to then use hunting knives, slicing them open so they could watch as they died. It was intensely satisfying for them, it was what they always wanted. What they never knew they needed.

In your mind, it all comes together. You’d heard of signs of serial killers, things that appear in childhood that are indicators of a more serious problem. Heeseung and Jay have ticked off two, anger issues and their cruel treatment of the animals they would hunt. No one ever noticed what was going on in them.

Heeseung comes home when Jay begins to tell you about university.

“Our first kill,” Heeseung says wistfully, leaning against the wall with a smile on his lips. “Ugh, I miss her,” he sighs, closing his eyes. “I think about her all the time.”

“Did you date her?” You ask but Jay shakes his head.

“No,” he sighs. “But we wanted her. That’s what made her so perfect.”

She was a cheerleader, on the Dean’s List, part of the theatre club, a med student. They knew everything about her, they were obsessed with her. Heeseung fell for her first, he thought she was gorgeous, with a bubbly personality, smart as all hell, kind to everyone, even them. Jay started to like her too, much the same way Heeseung has fallen for you. They always want the same things and this girl was no different. But she didn’t like them, she rejected them constantly. Eventually, she told them both to leave her alone, that she’d never like them. This was the breaking point for them. If they couldn’t have her, no one could.

They broke into her dorm during spring break. They had stalked her to make sure she was alone, that her roommate had gone back home. She was completely helpless when they broke in, late at night, most of the building deserted. Heeseung held her down while Jay carved lines into her wrists and then, as she bled out, they hung her from the ceiling, positioning a chair underneath her. No one found her until the following Monday, a full five days later. By then, the blood had dried and she was in such a state of decomposition that they never found any further evidence. They said she committed suicide and no one ever found out the truth.

“You never…” You trail off, your question unfinished but hanging in the air between all of you.

“Before you, we never had such a perfect doll,” Jay says, smiling at you. He leans over the corner of the island, kissing you once. “You’re different.”

“No one will ever be like you,” Heeseung tells you, voice adoring.

It warms you from the inside. Inexplicably, you feel more special than ever.

You wake in the morning lying between the two of them, Jay’s body warm against your front while Heeseung’s is lying against your back. Jay is asleep against your front but a sharp edge is smoothing up and down your thigh. You’re draped in only one of Jay’s shirts, leaving you bare from the hips down. You glance down to see a knife drawing up and down your skin, gently touching you. The metal is warm against your skin now, he clearly has been doing it for a while. He doesn’t notice that you’re awake but you watch as he draws the same characters on the outside of your thigh over and over. The tip dimples the skin but doesn’t break it as he methodically draws and redraws the same thing.

“Do it,” you whisper. His hand stops, tip of the knife against your skin. “I know you want to.”

“I do,” he agrees, voice soft. “But it would scar,” Heeseung tells you. “Can’t have that.” You hum, considering. He draws the knife up your leg, towards your hip. You shift slightly, onto your back. The tip of the blade moves inward, along the soft flesh of your lower stomach, stopping in the middle. “I could ruin you like this,” he says, resting the tip against your lower stomach. “Maybe I will. When it’s time.”

“Tear me open?” You ask. Heeseung looks at you, finding you already looking at his face. “If you did it now, I’d never have to take another pill.”

“Is that what you want?” Heeseung asks. He digs the tip in, breaking the skin. You gasp as he presses it in. Blood wells, spilling over your skin. “Is this what you want? Make sure you can never get pregnant. You can take as much cum in your pussy as you want and never, ever have to worry.” He presses in deeper, digging the tip into your skin. You whine, grabbing at the front of his shirt. “I’d be doing us all a favor, wouldn’t I?” He whispers, kissing your forehead.

“Oppa,” you whine. He pulls it out, a full three centimeters of the blade having turned red with your blood, indicating how much of the knife he’d put inside of you. “Fuck,” you gasp, rubbing your thighs together. Damn your decision not to wear any panties last night.

“Yeah?” He whispers. He takes you by the throat, lifting the blade. You open your mouth, tongue out, and he smears the blood over it. “Good girl, tasting yourself.”

He watches as your eyes roll back, glancing around your body to see Jay looking directly at him. When he looks down your body, he sees Jay’s hand between your thighs, fingers shoved up into you. Heeseung takes the blade back, closing it.

“Did we wake you?” Heeseung asks, smirking.

“Not you,” Jay says, pushing his fingers roughly into your cunt. You moan, back arching. “Our girl’s moaning so damn loud, I couldn’t help but overhear.”

“She does moan like a whore, doesn’t she,” Heeseung agrees. He moves his hand up, closing your mouth and then covering it. It muffles your cries, Jay spreading his fingers open inside of you, stretching your pussy open. Your moans get louder despite the way Heeseung is covering your mouth. “Fuck, baby,” Heeseung says, looking down at you. “You want everyone to hear you? You want everyone to know what a fucking slut you are?”

“We’re gonna have to find a different way to keep her quiet,” Jay comments.

You find yourself pinned to the bed, Jay straddling your shoulders with his thick cock shoved down your throat while Heeseung’s is between your legs, his cock fucking hard into you. You can barely think, filled from both ends, Jay’s hands on the headboard for leverage as he uses your throat and mouth. You whine underneath him, gasping for breath whenever he pulls back, watching strings of spit and precum connect the tip of his dick to your messy lips. It never lasts long, Jay filling your mouth again, fucking your throat messily. You can’t think about anything at all as Heeseung fucks you, your legs over his thighs, your hips up in his lap so he can fuck down into you. He’s so deep inside of you it feels like his cock is battering your g spot, your cunt constantly clenching and unclenching around him.

“Can’t talk with your mouthful, can you, sweetheart?” Jay says. He pulls back, allowing you to gasp for breath. “Look at you, what a fucking mess.” Your mouth and jaw and cheeks are spattered with spit and precum. You stick out tongue out for him, moaning through Heeseung railing you while Jay taps the tip of his cock against your tongue. “All that pretty mouth is good for, right? Just another hole for us to use?” You whimper, eyes closing as Heeseung grinds his cock into you. “What’s wrong, baby? We fuck you too stupid to talk?” He doesn’t give you a chance to answer, instead sliding his cock back into you. “That’s okay. Fucktoys don’t talk anyway.”

“Coming, fuck, I’m coming,” Heeseung groans. You whine around Jay’s cock as Heeseung’s cock throbs inside of you. He fills you with cum, pulling out as soon as he’s done. He slaps your pussy, making you whine around Jay’s cock. “What’s wrong, baby? I didn’t fuck you hard enough? You didn’t come?” Heeseung teases you.

You moan, shaking your head as best you can with Jay’s cock in your mouth. Jay pulls out of your mouth, spit strung between his tip and your lips.

“Looks like I have to do everything around here,” Jay huffs. He climbs off of you, instead getting between your legs. He hooks your legs over his shoulders while Heeseung climbs up to sit beside you. Jay slides his cock inside of you, wet with your spit and Heeseung’s cum. You open your mouth to moan, only for Heeseung to shut you up with two fingers pressed against your tongue. You gag, surprised.

“Good sex dolls don’t talk,” Heeseung reminds you. You whimper as Jay starts fucking you hard, pushing you to the edge immediately. “Yeah, you gonna come around your boyfriend’s cock? Is he better? His cock better than mine?” You can’t answer, not that he expected you to, with the way his fingers are stuffing your mouth.

“C’mon, baby, c’mon,” Jay bites out, fucking hard into you. “Give it to me, give it to me.” You yelp when his hand comes down on your clit, hard, sending sparks through you. Heeseung presses down on your tongue, your hips bucking up against Jay’s as he’s fucking down, pressing him right into your g spot. You cry out, body tensing up as you come around him. Jay groans lowly, cock throbbing as he comes into you when your walls spasm around him.

When he pulls out, cum spills out of your pussy, filled to the brim with both of them. Heeseung pulls his fingers out of your mouth, finally allowing you to catch your breath. Jay slaps your clit once more, just to watch you flinch.

Yuna’s body isn’t found, not that you expected it to be. Your manager gets more and more stressed when she doesn’t come into work, worrying about her. You play dumb, insisting you have no idea what happened.

“Well, did you ask your boyfriend?” Your manager asks and you resist the urge to clench your jaw. “He walked her home.”

“Oh, no,” you lie. “But, he was home by nine. She got out at 8:30, right?” You ask, already knowing the answer. Your manager sighs, nodding her head. “I can call her or go to her place if you need me to. I don’t know why she’d be missing work.”

“No, I already did all of that,” she says, running a hand through her hair. “God, I hope she’s okay.”

“Yeah, me too,” you mumble, turning away.

“Hey,” someone says and you look over to see a guy leaning on the bar next to you. He’s cute, tall, with light brown hair and big, brown eyes. “Are you alone?” He asks, sitting down on the stool next to you. The bar is packed despite it being a Thursday night, it’s the only seat around and when he turns slightly, his knees brush your thigh, exposed from how short your skirt is.

“Yeah. What’s it to you?” You reply and he laughs.

“Well, I was gonna buy you a drink,” he offers. “Unless you’re waiting for someone.”

“I guess you can buy me a drink,” you tell him, brushing your hair over your shoulder. He grins and calls the bartender over.

It doesn’t take much to have him outside, in the alleyway, his hands trying valiantly to sneak up your skirt. You squirm against him, his mouth on your throat. You roll your eyes, men are so easy. You glance to the side, seeing the figure approaching the two of you. Right on time.

“What the fuck!?” Heeseung says, tearing the guy off of you. You press yourself flat against the wall as the guy stumbles back a couple of steps. “I can’t even go to the fucking bathroom without you slutting out?” He slaps you across the face, and you whimper. Your “friend” doesn’t need to know it’s because you’re turned on. He grabs Heeseung by the front of his shirt though, pulling him in. “Let go of me! How I deal with my girl is none of your business!” He argues, grabbing the guy’s wrists.

“No wonder she’s seeing other guys, you treat her like that. Who the fuck you think you are, slapping your girlfriend around?” He demands, shaking Heeseung.

“She’s a slut anyway. You want some guy’s sloppy seconds, that’s your fucking problem, man. You should’ve known the way she was about to give it to you in an alley,” Heeseung replies, smirking.

“Fuck you. You⁠—” He’s cut off by the fabric wrapped around his throat from behind. He goes to let go of Heeseung but Heeseung holds onto his wrists, keeping him from grabbing at it. You watch from the side as Jay tightens it around his throat, hard enough that he can’t get a breath in. He wheezes, struggling against Heeseung’s hold, until he goes lax. Jay lets go of him and he falls to the ground, slumped over in the alleyway. You look down at either end but it’s quiet. The sound coming from inside the club has completely masked the whole thing.

“You okay?” Jay asks, looking over at you. “He didn’t touch you, did he?”

“He touched all over me,” you reply and Jay clenches his jaw. “What’re you gonna do about it?” Heeseung slaps you again and you gasp, laughing softly. When you turn back to them, you brush your hair out of your face. “Ow,” you tell him, your hair out of the way it reveals a twin pair of thin cuts on your cheeks. “You cut me.”

“You’re being a brat,” Heeseung tells you, lifting a brow at you. “Watch your mouth,” he warns, lifting his hands to adjust the ring that he turned inward on his hand.

He’s not dead, the three of you take him to the river, a shallow point the boys are already familiar with. He wakes up when he’s dunked into the water the first time, the chill of the river shocking his system. He gasps for air once and then Jay’s pushing him back down.

“Put your knee here,” Jay tells you and you do as he tells you. He’s bigger than you but Heeseung kneels on his legs to keep him from thrashing. Your knee lands in the middle of his back, pinning his crossed arms to it. “Your hand right here.” He guides your hand to the nape of his neck, your other on his shoulder. “Now just push down.” He’s face down in the river, unable to fight back against the way you’re holding him. Jay lets go and watches as you do it, keeping him pinned under water.

It doesn’t take long to drown him, his muffle screams stop in less than a minute and he goes lax in your hold. You pull back, watching his body uselessly float in the water.

“It’s less satisfying,” you admit, “than using a knife.”

“But safer,” Heeseung says, standing up and brushing himself off. “Less obvious.” He offers his hand and you stand up, Jay sliding the body the rest of the way into the water. “The body’ll be found in only a few hours but the water will wash away most of the evidence.”

“It’s also cold, which will chill the body and make the time of death more difficult to determine,” you admit.

“You’re learning,” Jay says with a smile. “I always knew you were smart.”

When you get back to the apartment, you dab antibacterial cream onto the cuts on your cheek. Heeseung snorts from the doorway of the bathroom.

“If these scar⁠—”

“You’ll still be pretty,” Heeseung tells you. “Don’t take too long. Jay’s still mad.” He disappears and you bite your tongue, tossing the cotton swab in the trash.

When you get out of the bedroom Jay is waiting, curling a finger towards you for you to go to him. You do as he silently asks, crossing the living room. He pats his lap and you straddle him, your tiny denim skirt riding up as you do so. Jay pushes it the rest of the way up, bunching it around your hips.

“Gonna have to throw these clothes out, just in case,” he says. Jay picks the kitchen knife up from where it was sitting next to him on the couch, beginning to cut your clothes away. You swallow, not moving as he does so. “Wouldn’t want anyone to find anything that might have his DNA on it.” Your skirt goes and then he’s sliding the knife between your skin and your panties, the cotton tearing like tissue paper. He’s not as careful as he moves from one side of your hips to the other, catching you with the tip on the other side. You hiss, digging your fingers into his shoulders. “Oh, I’m sorry, did I cut you, sweetheart? I’m so sorry.” He doesn’t sound sorry as he slices through the other side of your panties.

He slides the knife up your stomach, catching the blade on the bottom of your crop top. He holds it taut with one hand and then slices upwards, the shirt tearing open as he goes. When he gets to the collar he saws through until it’s hanging loosely around your chest.

“This too.” Jay slips the tip of the blade under the center of your bra, cutting right through. He pricks you again, blood swelling in the little cut between your breasts. “Oops,” he says. Your bra hangs loose around your breasts. He tosses the blade aside and then cups your breasts in his hands. “Don’t move,” he warns you and then licks his tongue between your breasts, tasting your blood.

You moan, trying to stay still as Jay kneads your boobs, massaging and groping at you. You dig your fingers harder into his shoulders as he kisses across your chest, pushing the useless fabric out of the way so he can take your nipple into his mouth and then between his teeth. He bites, making you cry out, tensing your muscles to stop yourself from bucking against his lap. He laps at your nipple, circling it with the tip of his tongue and then makes his way to the other side. He bites at that nipple too, tugging at it harshly. You close your eyes, trying so hard to keep still as he plays with you.

“Good girl,” he mutters into your chest. “You do know how to listen.” You nod your head, frantically. “Are you done being a brat?” You nod again. “That’s what I fucking thought. Now get on your knees.”

You climb off of his lap, your ruined skirt and panties discarded. A warm body is at your back, pulling your ruined shirt and bra off. You didn’t know Heeseung was watching, but that does seem to be something he likes to do. Once on your knees, Jay leans down, taking you jaw in hand.

“I’m going to fuck your mouth,” he tells you, “and hyung is going to fuck your ass. And if you take both of our cocks well, you can come tonight. Do you understand?” You nod. Heeseung slaps your ass, making you cry out. “I asked a question.”

“Yes, Jay,” you say and he brushes his thumb over your cheek.

“Good girl.”

Heeseung’s fingers ruthlessly open you up while you suck Jay’s cock. He works lube into your asshole, spitting into it when it suits him. You whine, trying to work yourself back his fingers, only to get a slap to your ass for your antics. Jay holds your head in his hand, holding you down until you choke, when he lets you go he drags you off of his cock by your hair, a string of spit connected to the head of his dick.

“What did I say?” Jay says, rhetorically. “Do you not want to come tonight?”

“No, I do. I do, I’m sorry,” you whine. He shoves his cock back into your open mouth.

“Then behave,” he warns you.

Once stretched around three of Heeseung’s long, thick fingers, he slides them out and then forces his cock into your ass. You moan around Jay’s cock, unfamiliar with the stretch. You feel full and empty at the same time, your ass and mouth stuffed with cock while your pussy clenches around nothing. Still, you don’t dare touch yourself, instead rocking back into Heeseung’s thrusts, bobbing your head while sucking Jay’s cock. Jay holds you by your hair, keeping you in place as he starts thrusting as well. You keep your tongue down and throat open so he can use you.

You feel like nothing more than a cocksleeve, being used from both ends like this. Heeseung’s hand comes down on your ass every so often, making you moan around Jay’s cock. Your asshole tightens around him, Heeseung fucking hard into you when you do. Jay pulls out of your mouth, admiring the way spit and precum drip down your lips, spilling onto your tits messily. When he fucks into your mouth again, he presses his thumb high on your neck so he can feel himself inside of you.

“I’m gonna come,” Jay moans. “Drop your jaw for me, baby.” You do as he asks, giving him more room. He fucks your throat so hard his hips are practically flush to your face, your nose against his pelvis. You swallow around him, tightening your throat as best you can. He groans above you and you can feel it when his cock pulses, his cum dripping straight down your throat. All you can do is keep swallowing lest it choke you.

When Jay pulls out, you gasp for air, gripping his thighs as Heeseung keeps fucking you. He’s shaking your entire frame with how hard he’s fucking into your ass, deep enough it feels like he’s in your gut. You groan, head dropping as you feel him dragging against your walls, almost enough to stimulate your pussy. You clench your cunt uselessly around nothing, wishing there was something inside of you.

“Oh, fuck,” Heeseung groans. He grinds his dick into you, making you gasp. He comes into your ass, filling you wetly with cum. When he pulls out, you can feel the cum dripping out of your ass, running down towards your pussy.

You’re rolled onto your back, once more spread out on the carpet. Fingers fuck into your pussy, making you yelp. You’re so wet the sound is obscene. Your eyes roll back as fingers rub back and forth across your clit messily, rough and hard. Your orgasm builds in your gut, but it bubbles up in your cunt in an unfamiliar way. It sort of feels like you’re going to piss yourself but you can’t make the words happen. Instead all you can do is grip at the carpet uselessly as they play with your pussy until your cunt pulses, walls clenching.

“Oh, fuck!” You scream.

“Oh, fuck,” Heeseung laughs. Jay leans back, still rubbing over your clit as Heeseung fucks his fingers into you, your cunt squirting all over. Cum and squirt cover Heeseung’s hand, his arm, spraying across the carpet and onto his shirt.

“Damn, baby,” Jay says, working you through your orgasm. “What a fucking mess.”

“Fuck,” you gasp, going limp against the carpet. “Holy shit.” You drop your head back against the floor, trying to catch your breath.

In the morning, you kiss Jay good morning, your sleepy boyfriend rolling over to go back to sleep. Heeseung is in the kitchen, with a fresh pot of coffee, checking something on his phone. You kiss him on the cheek, which he reciprocates. When you check your own phone, there’s news headlines about a body found in the river.

“You work all day today?” Heeseung asks, bringing his mug up for a sip.

“Yeah,” you agree. “I work eights pretty much all the time since Yuna’s gone.” Gone, like she wasn’t murdered. Like you weren’t the one who murdered her. “So I’ll be home later,” you say, pouring almond milk into your own coffee and a healthy dose of vanilla syrup. “You?” You ask, sipping your own coffee.

“All day,” he agrees, then looks at you with a smile. “So I’ll see you tonight.”

Simple as that. You’ll see him tonight. You’ll see Jay tonight. And every night after that.

“So when will you kill me?” You ask as Heeseung is putting on his shoes. You sip your coffee as he straightens up, looking over at you. You blink at him as you lower your thermos.

“You don’t need to worry about that right now, pretty,” Heeseung tells you. “Don’t worry, though. When you die, it’ll be by our hands.”

How romantic.

a/n: *in the above work the characters engage in unprotected, violent sex as well as non consensual somnophilia. this is a work of fiction, i do not condone any of the unsafe or non consensual content in the above fic. in real life, i urge you to take steps to protect yourself against violent partners such as these and to engage in safe sex practices within your loving, healthy relationships including the use of contraceptives and condoms. remember: safe sex saves life! ; this is the last installment of the cry baby series! wow, i can't believe i wrote this but also it was really interesting and cathartic in some ways. i hope you enjoyed it as much as i have!

**for those that may be interested, there is a secondary, alternate ending that i have written for the cry baby series (it is much darker and sadder). if something like that were of interest to you, please let me know and i will post it as a separate ending for the cry baby series. thank you!

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