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Ren & Strappy get eternally imprisoned within Eric's filthy hiviz inflatable lifevest

Collaborative roleplay fiction between @StrapsKinks (Twitter) @RedWolfFur1 (Twitter) (IF YOU WANT TO WRITE WITH ME JUST DM ME AND WE CAN SET UP A STORY WRITING SESSION!)

Ren texted Strappy many months ago, they talked about mud, dirty aprons and workgear, cow shit and all sorts of twisted fantasies. Strappy told Ren that he knew a man who worked as a road worker, who could get them buried alive in nasty stinking hiviz roadworker gear and mud, or even concrete and tar. Strappy asks Ren "So, you wanna meet Eric? Dude said he can fucking destroy us with stinky workwear mud tar and concrete!"

Picking up the cell phone, Ren replied "Yes! What will he choose for us?, And how will he do it?" Already anxious to know how things would be, and also, that possibly the dream of both would come true soon, a dream of a long time

Strappy responded with a photo "I have no idea, this is the picture Eric sent me and he said it's really stinky of salty sweat concrete mud tar grease and even some cow shit, he works at a gear handling warehouse on his days he's not on the road. Today is one of his days at the warehouse. He said that we are to show up at the warehouse and he will then chose how he destroys us."

Ren replied to the message shortly afterwards " my god! This pile looks really disgusting and dirty, so glad he's free today, let's meet then? I want to see him as soon as possible, I'm really going to do this, I want it ASAP, I can't wait to get dirty and get destroyed !" He was really looking forward to everything that was happening so fast

Strappy flew to Rens house a few hours away by car but an hour away by plane. He told Ren months ago that he owned a small plane. Strappy said to Ren "Go to the airport by your house and meet me at the general aviation parking"

Ren would respond with a simple "okay!" , He took his things, took his cell phone, and left to find Strappy, after a while, he arrives at the airport, looking for him "where are you ?"

Strappy grabbed Ren from behind wrapping his arm around his neck squeezing him tightly, he dragged him over to his plane as he slowly passed out, when he reawoke he was in a large duffel bag packed full of dirty aviation mechanics coveralls. Strappy yells from the front "Bags locked shut so don't even try to get out. I'll let you out when we get to Eric's place, which is five hours away, by plane!" Ren could barely hear him over the noise of the airplane, the cargo compartment was hot and humid, inside of the duffel bag it was even hotter, the coveralls were all thickly padded and covered in grease and stinky fluids mixed with sweat.

Ren caught off guard, passed out and woke up trapped inside the bag, He tried to free himself but he was very trapped, and he heard little of the conversation that Strappy said, but he tried to catch his breath so as not to pass out again, Feeling very hot and heard that he would be trapped for 5 hours like this, panting in there

Slowly 5 hours passed, Strappy landed the plane and unloaded the cargo. He dragged the bag out onto a cart and wheeled it into a large warehouse, the air in the warehouse was hot and thick, it stunk of tar sweat grease and grime. Eric unzipped the bag. Before Ren could stand up he grabbed Strappy wrapped a belt around his neck and lifted him high into the air instantly knocking him out by cutting off blood to his brain. Eric let Strappy drop on top of Ren in the bag, he zipped the bag shut and said "Bet you two would like being processed like any other piece of dirty workwear."

Still passed out, but close to waking up, I didn't know anything about what had happened, feeling only movements in my body, after being tied in the bag, waking up a few moments later and seeing that the Eric choked Strappy out, and he fell on me, I tried to say something but the bag was closed right away, and in that I heard Eric's conversation, and I moved in the bag passing out again

Eric pulled the zipper of the bag open after tossing the bag into a massive pit of workwear, the bag quickly began to sink into the massive pit of workwear. He said "Have fun squirming you two!" He pulled out a dart gun and shot both Strappy and Ren and said "That's so you can't suffocate, you can't be crushed, you two are immortal, you can't black out, all you can do is suffer a fate worse than hell together. I can't wait to see what you two think after you are processed, that is if you two can even think or speak after it!" he cackled evilly walking out of the warehouse leaving Strappy and Ren flailing in the massive pit. The workwear slimy and sticky, grabbing Strappy and Ren as they were sucked down hip deep in it almost instantly

After the bag was opened, Ren looked around, seeing the place he was, and then being hit by Eric with that arrow, which makes him and Strappy immortal, but in return, He throws us into this huge, deep, sticky, stinking pit, Which both sink quickly, and in that, I moved further in the massive pit of dirty workwear looking at Strappy, "oh my, Strappy!"

Strappy squirms and pulls at the hiviz clothing around him screaming "Quick, swim to the edge, we're gonna fucking drown in this sticky mucky gear if we don't!" The edge of the pit is easily 100 feet away, with every move they sink in further slowly

In response, Ren tried to move to the edge, seeing it far away, but confident that would be able to get out, if it weren't for the fact that with each movement, we were sinking deeper and deeper "oh fuck! we are sinking deeper!" Ren said trying to find a way to reverse this

Strappy and Ren were both now chest deep, their arms weakly squirming on the surface. Strappy said "Forget it Ren, we're fucked. We're going to end up drowning in filthy hiviz workgear, we won't even get the privilege of blacking out and dying, it's gonna be horribly tight stinky and nasty. You see what you got us into?"

At chest level, I look at Strappy as he chanted my name, and listen intently to "What did I do? But you took it all in, and you seemed excited to do it, I didn't know it would end like this" Ren spoke looking and seeing that he was even deeper, getting close to his neck

Eric walked in and said looking at Strappy and Ren squirming "You two will sink beneath over 10,000 pounds of heavy dirty workwear from all of the roadways and airports across America. You'll suffer down at the bottom in the tarry stinking sludge crushed beneath all of it for a while til we get around to processing it, probably tomorrow. That's when things will get very intense and horrible for you two pathetic losers. You asked to be destroyed, now I get to watch you two slowly sink under!" Strappy flung his arms around flinging hiviz workwear over Ren covering his face. As strappy squirmed his arms were forced straight above his head and then he was sucked under, his hands wiggled above the workwear before slowly disappearing beneath

Listening to everything Eric said I tried to somehow get out of it, but then Strappy would do it over my face, then sink down disappearing under the pit, And moving I just followed the same fate, sinking too, trying to say something but my face was covered in all this disgusting, stinking dirt he put us in, muffling my screams from Help, That would never come, while Eric just stood by, on the edge, watching it all happen

Straps gulped down sweat, tar, muck and filth. He was surprised that he was surviving. The heat and pressure of the puffy gear grew more and more intense as he slowly sank. Ren somehow came from behind touching his neck. Strappy made a gurgling scream as he felt Ren touch him. Then Eric spoke "You two can hear me right? That potion those darts had in it has a neuro chemical in it that lets me be heard in your brains!"

Ren also swallowing the mixture of tar, with other substances, he saw that he was still alive, touching the back of Strappy's neck, And then I heard Eric speak, seeing that somehow, that dart left them alive? immortals? And that Eric had control of our minds

Eric said "You two will suffer the crushing hot nasty sweaty tarry filthy gear around you getting tighter and tighter all day and night until you two are crushed flat at the bottom in the sludge of tar sweat and filth. You two will drown in it, swallow it, eat it, it is all you will know by tomorrow morning. Won't take long for your brains to completely melt from the crushing depths of that tank with 500,000 pieces of nasty workwear in it! Have fun drowning. I'll see you tomorrow evening when it's time to process the gear, or well, start processing it. You two will suffer in that tank for a long time, could be a week that you stay crushed beneath all of it. Worst thing is you two don't ever need to sleep again and will never sleep again, all you will know is crushing immobility and nasty tasting filth!"

Slowly we sank lower and lower, it became tighter, hotter, and stinkier the deeper we went, somehow we were able to breathe the hot rancid "air" trapped within the nasty clothing. At the same time we kept sucking the nasty clothing into our mouths and noses. We squirmed, only making ourselves sink deeper faster. We couldn't tell what time it was, all we knew was that we were quickly being crushed tighter, quickly being cooked in the heat of the gear, and many hours later we felt the bottom, a gluey pasty sludge of tar sweat mud and other chemicals beneath us that quickly sucked us under it.

Being pulled under, we were crushed by this hot mixture of mud, tar, and various chemicals, which, even if we could breathe, would be the only thing we were going to do forever, trapped, With no escape, what I already accepted for myself, and considered myself lost, was this, this was my new life, what I would be now forever, crushed by this gear, tighter and tighter

The next day came, it seemed like an eternity, suddenly we felt the heavy thick puffy workwear come down over us as the sludge was drained out. Eric said "All liquids will be pressed out of the gear now, which means you two will be crushed cruelly flat! Lucky for you there's some nasty gear deep beneath the sludge that won't be drained away so you two will be smashed within puffy dirty coveralls. After that the processing will continue, should take a few hours to the rest of the day to drain the sludge and compress all liquids out of the gear, while you two are laying there unable to move being crushed!"

Listening again to everything Eric was saying, I tried to move, but in vain, being completely cramped, next to Strappy, who was impossible to leave, and who in a few hours, we would be cruelly flattened, after liquids come out

A few hours passed slowly, the sludge was gone, we felt the softness of the thick puffy gear beneath us, then the gear above us turned into an almost solid yet soft wall that absolutely flattened us against the gear below getting tighter and tighter and hotter. Eric said "Now comes the second stage, the gear its self along with you will be sucked into extremely tight tubes only able to fit one person at most but the both of you and 200 pounds of gear will be forced into one, because I want to fucking destroy you two!"

Seeing where we were going to go, I thought about how we were going to be, if after that we would still be alive, waiting for this to happen, already lost, with no sense of time, or what was happening anymore, Just feeling my body being more and more flattened and crushed as we were destroyed by it

Strappy and Ren were slowly pulled down into a tube of gear, surrounded by hiviz clothing and muck. It was horrible smelling, they could both still breathe the nasty smell and taste it even though there was no air anywhere. Then suddenly they felt a horrible crushing sensation, so harsh and intense they both felt like their bodies were being crushed from above and below, being compacted together. When actually they were shrinking. Eric said "When the crushers turn off you two will be no larger than a cockroach"

Ren and Strappy's bodies were crushed little by little, so that they were decreasing in size, the feeling was strong, and horrible, they were barely breathing and not being able to do anything, they waited as everything happened, not knowing when the crushers would shut down

Strappy and Ren were no larger than a cockroach crushed within the nasty heavy puffy jackets. The crushing stopped. Eric said "Now comes the part where you two get sealed within a nasty jacket!" Suddenly Strappy and Ren dropped out of the tube onto a conveyor belt. They looked around and crawled around the many jackets trying to escape. Eric grabbed Strappy and Ren and forced them into a clear PVC pocket on one of the jackets, he glued the pocket shut and pulled the jacket on himself. He said "Must smell so bad in there, with the puffy jacket on the inside, the PVC keeping you in there airtight. The more I sweat and the more filth I get inside the jacket the more it'll stink in that little hell you are trapped inside of!" He walked outside, it was a searing hot 120 degree day in the desert, the PVC felt like it was melting against Strappy who screamed "PLEASE ERIC! GET US OUT OF HERE! IT SMELLS SO BAD AND UGH HOW LONG HAVE WE BEEN IN THAT PIT OF TORTURE!" Eric said "It's been a few months worthless runts. You two are never getting free from my filthy jacket, when it gets too dirty you two go back in the pit with it, you won't be shrunk any smaller, but you'll still be subjected to the same horrific torture til you get sealed into a new jacket. I'll cut the pocket open when I go to toss the jacket away and drop you two into the pit so you can suffer the horrible sensations only as tiny cockroaches trapped in the nasty pit! THIS IS YOUR ETERNITY LOSERS!"

Eternally trapped in this endless torture, would this be hell? If it were, we would be living it, and now always, with us sealed inside this new jacket, I screamed for Eric to try to get me out of there, but to no avail "PLEASE GET US OUT OF HERE !" Just to get more tired, tired of trying to get out, tossing and turning, even though there was nowhere for me to move, so this was it, our end, which would not end but would go on forever

It grew smellier and stickier, Eric's sweat dripped through the jacket, slimy chemical muck and filth dripped through into the pocket smearing the PVC and making it slowly darken until we were in the total darkness again until we both licked it clean only to see the bright sun and the airport grounds where Eric worked. It was a horrible torture that would never end. Eric laughed watching us within the tiny pocket. His friends looked and laughed and said "Where can we get tiny runts like those? Looks like fun having something suffering inside your jacket, knowing you have total control over their lives and ultimate fate" Eric said "Oh these runts? I'll let you guys have at them one day, maybe they'll end up in your jackets, who knows, every year or so when my jacket wears out they'll end up in the pit and among the nearly million filthy hiviz workwear pieces we have in the processing warehouse." Erics friend Jason said "Come on I wanna torture the runts now!" Eric said "Bearhug me, they hate being crushed!" Jason bearhugged Eric, Strappy and Ren were pressed flat against the slimy mucky fabric inside of the pocket, Strappy and Ren's last sight was Jasons hiviz jacket closing around them. Eric said "We can sleep bearhugging each other like this. How does that sound" Strappy and Ren both cried out a muffled scream of misery knowing they had no choice. Jason's friend Ryan wrapped them in thick heavy PVC and said "I'll come unwrap you two tomorrow, you two can sleep stood up outside here in the 120 degree heat, bet those runts will really suffer being cooked between your sweaty bodies!"

In total darkness until we cleared everything and saw some light, from where Eric worked, hearing him laughing watching us inside his tiny pocket, Hearing him saying all that, in a tone of sovereignty and dominance over us, that we couldn't do anything, and we were introducing his friend Jason, That just like Eric, he also tortured us and took advantage of the situation, which after a while our last sight was Jason's jacket closing around us, We screamed sounds of misery, as we were wrapped inside the PVC, and placed in this strong heat

The foul smelling jackets puffiness accepted our bodies as we were pressed flat by Jason, wrapped in the thick PVC with him and Eric. We cannot move a muscle, we lay there for what seemed like forever. Not being able to sleep made our minds melt into mush, all we knew was filthy workwear and the surroundings of Erics airport. It was a fate far worse than hell. The next morning Eric and Jason awoke to Ryan unwrapping them. Eric said "I'm sure the runts fucking hated that, but it's gonna be worse for them cause today I have to clean out the shit tank in the sewage facility which means I'm gonna be up to my neck in shit!"

Not being able to move a muscle, standing still like a concrete statue, just feeling what was happening, and not being able to speak either, just thinking, the worst fate of all, and even more, Knowing he would be head over heels in shit, which will only add to the filth and stench there

A few hours later Ren and Strappy stared into a dimly lit warehouse as Eric began pulling on a heavy rubber suit. Eric said "Enjoy the last of seeing you two will do for the rest of the day. The suit might fill up with shit, might not, there's no telling if it will. I really don't care if it does, I've gotten used to having it on my filthy clothes, though the other guys don't really enjoy me being in shit soaked clothes." Slowly Ren and Strappys vision faded into darkness, the rubber suit was hot humid and made the smells inside the pocket even more intense as Ren and Strappy were squeezed down into the puffy nasty jacket by the heavy clear PVC under the snug rubber.

Both Ren and Strappy were sealed in darkness, after having seen the place that awaited them, and seeing that possibly the suit would be full of shit, Ren tried to argue in vain, always forgetting that there was nothing he could do but accept it all, inside that nasty Eric's Jacket, under the Rubber, to which they could hear the sounds coming from Eric starting to enter that place and start doing his job, The smell grew stronger by the moment

Bubbling sounds were heard as Eric sunk into the pit of shit, he started pulling at chains and got stuck and yelled as he was sucked under the shit as the drain pulled all of the shit down and out of the pit. He was still stuck and the suit was filled with shit. Jason came and unwrapped the chain from Erics leg and he climbed out of the pit. Jason fillled Erics rubber suit with boiling hot water and said "Gotta get that shit stink off you." Eric said "No, gotta keep it stinky, remember the two stupid losers in my jacket?" Jason said "Those two little runts will still be in a smelly hell, your sweat will be very intense after you spend the rest of the day in the suit with the hot water surrounding your body, it's not like its gonna make all the shit disappear anyway." The shit flooded out of the suit but the worst happened, a thick sticky gluey piece flowed into the jacket and slowly came through the thick fabric smearing against Ren and Strappy who screamed beneath the rubber, neither of them could be heard in the searing hot confines. Strappy cried weakly "Ren, come on, what did you do, I told you this would be extreme, I told you playing with Eric was gonna be a bad idea."

Tightly tucked inside Eric's suit, we watched the inevitable happen, that sticky, glued-on piece entering sending it hurtling toward us as we agonized, The smell, the heat was hellish, and the sensation all together just made it really extreme, Then Ren heard Strappy cried saying that and said in return " I know! But you had told me that you knew him, how did you not know that he was capable of all this ?!"

Strappy cried "I thought he was just an innocuous worker at the airport I didn't think or know any of this crazy ability to shrink people and torture them like this" he then gagged and nearly threw up as the sludgy muck started to fill the pocket they were trapped in, it was inevitable that they would drown in the shit sludge and have to drink it and eat every little bit of it to be able to see. Hours later in the searing hot suit Eric pulled the suit off. Strappy and Ren did the inevitable and drank the thick slimy sludge before licking the PVC, they saw the sun setting and Eric walking to his car, he got in pulled the seatbelt on super tight and flattened Ren and Strappy in the shitty confines blacking out their vision with the thick strapping laughing saying "Good hour drive home and I'm gonna drive with the heat turned all the way up so I soak this fuckin jacket in more stinkin sweat, because you two little runts deserve it!"

Ren would say, "so it was better to have known earlier! Look where we are now, how many more people did he do this to?? What are we going to d- glurk!" Ren starts to choke too as all the sludgy shit gets into the pocket and completely covers them, That way drowning was closer, they had to eat that to not happen, And so they did in that time, crying as they swallowed the most disgusting part of it all

Strappy could only make muffled whimpers, his body tightest trapped beneath Erics belt. The jacket growing very hot from the intensity of the heat. An hour later Eric stood up from his car and Strappy cried out "I don't know! I don't know Eric all that well, all I knew was he would be able to make our fantasies reality and he said he would keep us for a very long time enjoying our mucky fantasies!" Eric went into the bathroom, he turned on the shower and stood under the hot water for a whole hour letting it wash the shit off his jacket. He used a special soap that only removed the smell of shit, it actually made the stink of his sweat the tar and other filth in the jacket even more intense. Strappy and Ren stared out of the clear PVC as it got steamy quickly, the stench of sweat filling their nostrils and becoming very strong. After the shower Eric laid down in bed and turned off the lights, he pulled a blanket on that was extremely heavy and made of rubber, suddenly it started to heat up. Eric said "Hope you runts are able to survive crushed under my 100 pound heated blanket, I cant get burns neither can you but I will sweat like wild under it at 140 degrees. GOODNIGHT!" he yelled and then fell asleep quickly. Ren and Strappy were completely immobilized in the dark nasty smelling world of the jacket

Crying muffled As I listened to his testimony, feeling the intense heat that builds up because of everything inside Eric's jacket, Ren thought his body would melt like that, and then more hours pass since From that moment on, until he heard Eric at home turning on the shower and the hot water fall on us, And after he soaped up, he noticed that the smell was getting stronger and stronger, and it didn't stop, filling our nostrils to a point that was extremely unbearable, And then, listening to Eric say we were going to sleep in 140 degrees of heat, and then, in the last moment, crying with Strappy, both of them are completely immobilized in this disgusting, stinky and nasty smelling world from his jacket

It was horrible, Strappy and Ren could barely wiggle an inch. Strappy said "You realize we are going to be like this forever probably?" Strappy laid in the dark hot nasty confines struggling as much he could, his body slowly moved on top of Rens crushing him into the nasty puffy jacket. Strappy laughed and said "Now its your turn to be on the bottom, I was stuck under you for a while when the pocket was full of shit!"

Ren said, "I know! I can't stop thinking about it... we're doomed to this forever..." Feeling Strappy struggling over me, crushing me more in the jacket, and then saying "Hey! It's not like I had a choice"

Strappy wiggled harder, crushing Ren into the jacket saying "Shut up, suck that nasty stinking jacket, gag on it!" Then Eric awoke, he said "I hope you two runts are ready for today, I have to do some lifejacket testing for the airline which means crushingly tight inflatable lifejackets will be on me most of the day, one after another inflating super fast fucking flattening you worthless runts!"

Ren just mumbled muffled as he was pressed against the jacket, and then heard what Eric had said after waking up, seeing that we were going to have a new torture, now, getting more and more flattened

Eric rubbed his chest and ground his fingers into the pocket looking at Ren and Strappy as he crushed them beneath his finger saying "Does it hurt, does it hurt being flattened into the stinky jacket!" He rubbed Ren and Strappy harshly forcing both of them into the nasty jackets padding separating them from each other completely. He held his finger over Ren and Strappy for a whole ten minutes saying "The next 3 days, are going to be spent a lot like this. Ten minutes per lifejacket, ten minutes fucking CRUSHED FLAT IN THE FILTHY JACKET. Ten minutes of me sweating heavily from the thick PVC squeezing my body. YOU STUPID RUNTS READY!?"

We were crammed even tighter inside Eric's jacket, with him laughing at us and making fun of us, as we were separated from each other completely, I was trying to join Strappy but I couldn't, so listening to what Eric said, I increasingly regretted what I just joined, I was going to be squashed for 3 days straight

Eric pressed down harder and harder until he was putting all of his muscle upon Strappy and Ren, he said "DOES IT FEEL GOOD LITTLE FUCKERS!?" He could feel their tiny unbreakable bones beneath his fingers

Ren whimpered being totally squashed by Eric

Eric let up and said "Hope you stupid runts are ready, it's gonna be all day and night for the next 3 days. While I'm asleep another guy will be inflating the life vests around me and testing them for leaks all while you two suffer your eternal life, unable to sleep, only able to stare out of the clear pocket when they switch the vest or I'm switching vests for a few seconds before you see the thick yellow PVC cover you and then fucking crush you flat! All while I sweat more!" He walked out of his house got in the car and forced Strappy and Ren underneath the seat belt and pulled it super tight crushing them into the sticky filthy jacket, he drove the long way taking two hours to get to the airport and sat at the gate for another hour laughing saying "Does it hurt crushed under the thick nylon in my super hot jacket!?" He then stood up from his car walked into the airport and went to the warehouse, Ren and Strappy could see 5000 life jackets piled up to the roof and knew it would be a long time before they see anything other than sticky heavy hot lifejackets

We listened to it all, knowing that even at night, instead of sleeping, we would be suffering in this place, while Ren was being pressed by Strappy and crushed very hard inside the sticky and Filthy jacket, for two hours straight until arriving at the airport, where I would hear Eric laughing at us, defenseless, and then, we were presented with 5000 life jackets in a pile, of dirt and stench, "hmmff, arhg"

Eric pulled one of the life jackets on laughing. He walked outside and pulled the cords on it making it inflate tightly around his body in an instant. Eric whimpered in pain and said "God its so fucking tight, now I have to keep it on for 10 minutes, crushing you fucking runts while I walk around in the 120 degree heat. I'll then go back in and grab another one. All while I'm drenching my jacket in sweat. Bet you fucking runts can barely see anything." Strappy cried as the lifejacket crushed him and Ren into the filthy jacket, Ren and Strappy were only able to see the yellow PVC smashed against their faces through the clear PVC pocket.

Crying as we were crammed inside the filthy jacket, with all that stink, and our bodies heavily crushed, with the PVC against our faces, Ren cried more muffled by everything above them

Every 10 minutes for the next 3 days a short relief between life jackets and then the sudden intense cruel crushing inflation. But then Strappy and Ren saw Eric pull out a small box of ten lifejackets. Eric said "You two ready to be downright crushed in filth? These are encrused in shit mud tar and filth, these are the worker jackets and no, we never clean them. Perhaps I should pull you two out of the pocket and stick you on the underside of one of these vests to suffer in the crusty shit soaked PVC forever!" Strappy looked with sheer fear out of the clear PVC as Eric unpacked the box. He looked at Ren and said "Dude, look at what could happen, was this really your ultimate fantasy? Are you fucking happy!?"

I looked at the box he removed from inside that pile of clothes, and then when I heard it I knew that there were others who had the same fate, so listening to Strappy, Ren said in return " It's not like I have anything to do right now! Do you have any idea how we can get out of here? Huh!?"

Strappy whimpered, muffled by the PVC yelling at Eric "DO IT! WE WANT TO FEEL THAT SHIT SOAKED PVC!" Eric said "What did I tell you runts about talking to me!" He pressed his finger into Strappy and Ren's bodies as hard as he could til their small bodies were flattened in the padding of the jacket. He unzipped the pocket after dripping solvent over the zipper and said "You two really want to come out of that pocket, where its relatively easy for you compared to these ten vests. I'm going to crush you under each vest, I'm going to wear these vests for 24 hours, 10 days you will spend under the crusty shit soaked PVC. The only time you two worthless runts will see light is when I pull you off of one vest and fold you into another one before pulling it on and CRUSHING THE LIFE OUT OF YOU as I inflate it." He pushed his gloved hand into the pocket and grabbed Ren and Strappy, he pulled apart the shit encrusted PVC of the first lifejacket and forced Ren and Strappy into it face first, he covered Ren and Strappy with glue and let their bodies stick to the vest before folding it tightly and then stomping on it laughing saying "Gotta get it a little filthier before I pull it on!" and then pulled the lifevest on. He said "Any last words before I inflate it and you two are crushed flat against the outside of my filthy jacket and will stay that way for 24 hours, suffering, sucking shit soaked PVC against your faces, being cooked in the heat of my nasty jacket and the vest as I walk around outside!"

Ren Hearing this, he immediately said "what!?" So we were caught by Eric who pinned us face down to the encrusted PVC, we were then glued to it at this point, and then Ren said again "Was that your brilliant idea?!"

Strappy said in a muffled voice, gagging on the muck "Yeah, I was hoping he wouldn't fold the vest over its self and trample on us and we could crawl out, I wasn't expecting it to be so sticky so fast, thought the glue would let us get away before it dries." The glue had dried already, Eric yelled "ANY LAST WORDS RUNTS!?"

Ren said "Oh.. Sorry, I didn't see the main idea, I thought it was pointless.." Then I heard Eric yelling at us and Ren looked at Strappy

Strappy yelled "Please Eric, it's horrible, if you crush us under this lifejacket I'm not sure if we will survive, these things are so tight and nasty, we've been suffering for the last 3 days, it's been hell since you took us into your jacket, since you put us through that horrible pit" Eric pulled the cord on the lifevest and it inflated so fast that Strappy and Ren were crushed flat against Erics filthy mucky jacket, the air in their lungs pressed out of them in an instant. Strappy opened his mouth wide and tried to suck air into his empty lungs only getting a mouthful of shit and filth encrusted PVC

Ren also said to Eric, "Please, Eric! We can't take it anymore, we've been suffering here for too long" So, not knowing what happened I just felt the air pressing fast and we were being crushed, Ren was also trying to get air to breathe, But ended up swallowing shit in the process

Eric said "Poor flattened runts. I bet you'd fuckin hate it if I jumped into the bubbling vat of shit wearing this vest!" He jumped into the bubbling thick gluey vat full of shit and sunk in up to his neck forcing the vest under. He said "What a perfect way to test the vest!" He kept fighting to keep the vest under the shit laughing knowing that Strappy and Ren were plastered in sticky shit and the bubbling shit would only force its way up under the vest further worsening the situation for the two shrunken runts

Ren was trying to tell him not to, but then he jumped and went under and we got more smashed in all that shit, We gurgled as shit went into our mouths

Eric spnt the entire day in the bubbling hot vat of shit. That evening he climbed out of the vat and said "Must be horrific under the vest now. old crusty shit and filth mixed with fresh sticky thick sludge! Just think in an hour from now you two will not only be crushed under that vest but you'll be under my 140 degree heated blanket, and the 100 pound weight of it." Eric got into his car laughing as he pulled the seatbelt so tight that he thought the vest would burst but it didn't This was part of his way of testing the vest, it made things far worse for poor Strappy and Ren, crushing them even harder. Strappy thought it couldn't get any tighter with the vest yet it did, he wondered how his body hadn't been crushed, he wondered how he hadn't died and wished he was dead for how horrible the smell taste and pressure was around him. The nasty feeling of the crusty vest and grimy jacket made him miserable, a true hell on earth.

For the whole day, we were forced to endure all this heat and smell of shit, the heat was infernal, and then after that, we were taken in his car so our bodies were crushed harder, I didn't know how we were still alive after so many squeezes and our bodies crushed like that, wanting, like Strappy, to be dead at that moment, being for him the best thing that could happen

It took hours for Eric to drive home, he took a much longer route than usual enjoying the muffled cries coming from beneath the vest. Eric knew Strappy and Ren were truly suffering crushed in the shit soaked crusty vest mixed with slimy fresh thick shit. He hours later pulled into his driveway and pulled the belt off, relieving a slight amount of pressure for poor Ren and Strappy. It was barely a relief though and Strappy and Ren both knew what was next for them, the odd shower with the chemical that made every smell more intense. Eric used a different soap this time, one that made shit solidify and made every stench far more intense. Strappy and Ren were compressed even harder as the shit solidified around them. Eric stepped out of the shower and laid down in bed quickly pulling the hundred pound heated blanket on himself before Ren and Strappy had a chance to scream, the thick blanket now completely keeping them from making a sound audible to him, he started sleeping as Ren and Strappy squirmed weakly in the confines of solidified muck and filthy PVC and thick hiviz nylon.

We were in so much pain, crying with all that shit all over us as we were being crushed, and then, hours later, we were released from all the pressure he put on us, taking us to the shower, Which intensified the smell even more, and we thought it couldn't get any worse, and so, after the shower, a weight was imposed on us, And so, another night ended, with Eric sleeping peacefully in his bed, and us confined and solidified within PVC

It was horrible, it was truly getting to poor Strappy, the inability to speak and also the long period without sleeping that would be forever. It was disgusting. The tightness of the vest was worse than being in the pocket of the jacket. Strappy regretted making the attempt to escape Erics torture. The night passed horrendously slowly for poor Strappy and Ren, time felt like it was at a stand still as they laid in the almost burning hot shit encrusted confines.

Ren also shared the same feelings, the horror of not being able to move, not to mention, sealed forever in such a hot, disgusting hell inside this jacket pocket, How many more days would he last before he completely lost his mind? It was hard to tell, but it wouldn't be long,The smell, the heat, all of it, was simply too cruel for them, that one more night they would stay like this

Eric awoke the next day, he pulled the blanket off and walked out the door saying "How are you runts feeling down there, knowing that it'll be 9 more days like this. Knowing that you'll see light for literally but a few minutes before I plunge you into another shit encrusted filthy vest, who knows if the next vest or all of the vests will get stronger in succession or weaker or maybe it wont inflate at all, but if that happens I have to fix it and when I fix vests I make sure they inflate so hard they crush bugs like you to death, but you two, you can't die, so you'll just feel the horror of being CRUSHED FLAT in shit encrusted PVC!" He got in his car and pulled his belt on even tighter than the night before just to torture Ren and Strappy.

Ren, unable to sleep, listening to Eric say all that, whimpering as he noticed that there were still 9 more days ahead of him, of pain and suffering, And I was much more scared, knowing that I would not die in the process of being crushed, that I would feel it all and suffer endlessly, and without doing anything, just waiting for it to happen, we were then more crushed as he tightened the belt.

An hour later Eric arrived at the warehouse, he got out of his car. Strappy breathed deeply in relief even though there was barely any air trapped under the vest. The vest began to wrinkle as Eric bent over and started unfolding another vest. Strappy said weakly "It's about to happen, we get another chance at escaping, but I doubt we will be able to. My muscles, my bones, my body, it all feels weak. I can barely move from being crushed so much." Suddenly the vest deflated and Eric pulled it off over his head he folded it up with Strappy and Ren trapped within it, he folded it super tight and sat on top of it and said chuckling "Hmm, where did the runts go.." He knew that Strappy and Ren were now crushed beneath his weight and enjoyed knowing that they were now folded up within the nasty vest. As Eric folded the vest he watched Strappy and Ren's tiny bodies and made sure to fold it in such a way he would actually contort their tiny bodies into the crusty nasty sticky PVC and fold their bodies themselves. It got worse when he sat on the vest. Strappy wondered how long he would sit there, his body covered in a dull ache, his ability to feel pain far diminished since being crushed flat in the pool of nasty workwear luckily.

After all this time until we arrived, I would breathe in Relief too, then look at Strappy and listen to him talk, and then I would talk too "Please let it work, I can't take this anymore" After having the pressure released, we tried to find a way to get out of there, if not, we would really be trapped forever in this filthy mess if Eric, and it got even worse, when he sat down and all That smell came over our nostrils again

Strappy cried softly, even though he could barely feel pain his body folded up in such a cruel way was uncomfortable. Hours later Eric stood up unfolded the vest and peeled Strappy and Ren off of it before walking across the room and throwing Strappy and Ren into the next vest with great force letting their tiny bodies painfully smack into the mucky crusty gritty PVC. Eric walked over and laughed as Strappy and Ren began crawling trying to escape, he quickly folded the vest closed around them again making sure to fold their tiny bodies painfully and said "Try to escape? I'll fucking stomp on you two for the next hour before I fucking inflate this vest over my jacket dripping in sweat" He stood on the vest and then Strappy and Ren heard loud music in the warehouse, Eric had began dancing on top of the vest stomping on top of poor Strappy and Ren crushing them in the gritty crusty muck of shit and mud. It was horrifyingly tight and cruel, the pressure was light sometimes then sudden pounding force on top of them. Strappy cried weakly "Sorry Ren, I can't, we're stuck forever, we may as well not try to escape, maybe when he's done with the vests he will give us an opportunity to escape, but we're stuck for the next 9 days at least."

Crying while it all happened, I could only accept how uncomfortable it all was. After that we were thrown by Eric, who we fell to and were more crushed by him, at that I cried too, and I heard Strappy talk again, and then I answered "It's okay Strappy, I know.. it's going to be a long 9 days, but we'll find a way out of here, we'll make it" I tried to speak confidently, looking at Strappy with my body all crumpled, still horrified at how cruel Eric could be, how many people had he done this to? How many more have had this fate? Did they manage to get rid of it? As ? That's all I thought about, my mind was more broken than ever

An hour later Eric got off of the vest, he unfolded the vest and laughed as Strappy and Ren tried to wiggle free of the clingy gritty mud and shit mixture. He pulled the vest on over his jacket and said "Ready or not, here it comes!" He pulled the strings and the vest inflated with far more force than the first vest. Strappy and Ren were next to each other they gripped each others hands as the nasty vest flattened them in the yellow brown nasty PVC All they saw for the last 24 hours, and all they will see for the next 9 days. It was hotter and tighter beneath this vest and it got even hotter as Eric walked outside and said "Now begins a whole day of testing the vest, I think I'll do heat testing on this one!" He went into a steam room and sat there, sweating, dripping through the jacket, letting his sweat mix with the shit and mud as Strappy and Ren suffered. Strappy made gurgling sounds as all he could do was lay there swallowing the nasty filthy gluey shit and mud sucking the nasty PVC begging it for a wrinkle begging for air, even some nasty stinking air.

Seeing that we hadn't had time to do something, listening to Eric again, I was already scared and so before anything else, the vest was inflated, we were pressed against each other and After that, the heat rose in the place, we couldn't go out, and the nasty yellow brown PVC vest would be what we would see in the next 9 days. It was endlessly hot, I kept thinking how could it be so hot, but it would get worse because the hot shit mix, with all kinds of products made us suffer more and more, Swallowing all that shit again, needing air.

Hours passed, it felt like an eternity, then the vest began to cool slightly. Eric said "What a nice day hanging around in the steam room while two fucking worthless runts suffer in their hell of the day. I can't wait til tomorrow when I get to pull you out from this vest and put you under a newer type, thats weighted, it's both inflatable and weighted for deep shit tank work, allows the person wearing it to control their float level, but it'll just crush you two even harder! I love knowing that you two are fucking shattered minds, flattened bodies, nothing but little objects that will suffer for eternity. After the 9 days are up I have no idea what I'll do with you two, but I can guarantee you it'll be worse than the vests!" Strappy spoke weakly to Ren "Worse than the vests, how could anything be worse than the vests" He gagged and then puked, letting the slime flow down the vest. It was helpful though it smelled horrible, now a worse stench, the smell of shit puke and dirt filled their nostrils as the vest wrinkled from the pressure of Strappys puke. Eric laughed and said "I feel the puke of a pair of tinies dripping, Enjoy the stinky air in that wrinkle, in fact have some fresh shit stink!" he shoved a tiny tube into the bottom of the vest and farted loudly laughing as he watched the toxic gas fill the tube, he could literally see the brownness of his shit in the tube, he knew it was a wet fart. Now Ren and Strappy had to worry if Eric pushed out more farts and let his shit flow up around them which it inevitably did in the evening as he was driving home with them crushed beneath the belt.

After the hours passed which seemed like an eternity, Ren heard what Eric said and then Strappy who spoke weakly, and shortly after replied "c-calm, keep calm.. damn.. you threw up, it's dirtier now, this way I'm going to throw up too,.." was shaken and weak, as was Strappy, seeing that, Eric mocked us and that he stuck a tiny tube in the bottom of his vest and farted on us laughing out loud as he watched the tube turning brown.It was definitely hell, and it would go on and on as we got more and more crushed.

Strappy cried as Eric pulled off the belt, farting again, shit flowed into the small pocket they were laying in under the vest against his jacket, the jacket soaked up the shit and puffed up, squeezing them even harder against the stiff unforgiving PVC inflatable! It was horrifying, worse than the vest the last day, and sure enough Eric got into the special shower and showered with the chemical that made everything stink worse! To make it even worse he used a different soap that made the vest hotter, it used a chemical reaction to generate intense almost burning heat! He then laid down pulled on the cruel heavy blanket and slept knowing that we were truly suffering, worse yet in the middle of the night he farted and shat more, filling the jacket and the pocket we were trapped in with even more foul thick nasty gluey shit!

Ren crying too, while Eric pulled the belt, shit covering us all the way, and then, bogging us down leaving the PVC all inflated with us inside it, that was definitely cruel, and it felt like That each day would be more disgusting and worse than the last. Eric taking a shower with his shower full of chemicals made the smell even worse, with different and altered soaps that created More heat on us

The next 8 days passed gruelingly slowly, Eric waking up, grinding us beneath the vest, driving to work in the heat, folding the vest up with us trapped inside of it. Crushing the vest beneath himself, then pulling us out, making us think we have a chance at escaping before plunging us into an even dirtier stickier nastier smelling vest folding us within it, crushing our tiny bodies, then pulling the vest on and crushing us cruelly against his jacket, walking around outside cooking us beneath the vest before driving home with us crushed under the tight belt and vest before showering in the heat intensifying soap and cruelly crushing us under his heated 100 pound blanket. The last day of vest testing came after what seemed like an eternity. Eric said "You two ready to find out where you'll spend the rest of eternity the hard way?" as he woke up and stood up walking out the door into the hot sunlight, the nasty sticky vest growing hot over us quickly

Time passing very slowly only prolonged our sentence further, both of us slowly suffering more and more, until Eric wakes up and takes us to work, in that immense heat. And when he drove there we were crushed further beneath him until he pulled us out, giving us hope of escape, only for him to crush our small bodies cruelly again Inside the jacket. To which, after that, he washes us with his shower and soap that make the situation even worse, It seemed to have no end, the repetitious routine of being flattened under nasty stinking PVC. Until Eric said mocking us that we didn't have a chance, we would spend eternity like this, walking up to the door where the heat increased heavily as soon as he opened it walking out to his car on the 8th day.

Eric said as he pulled out the last and final vest grabbing our tiny bodies and holding us in his hands like a brutish giant with only our heads above his fingers “What will it be. Shall I stick you two back in my jacket in the clear PVC pocket or would you two like to suffer inside of that vest you see in front of you two for eternity.” The vest was different from all the others in the fact it was far heavier looking and was orange rather than yellow. On it said “Oilfield rescue vest” it stunk of oil and mud. Eric said “Take your pick losers. Because I’m never unshrinking you two. Unless you want to be buried alive in nasty stinking vests as I let them all inflate around you two crushing you as I cover the pit in cement. Regardless what fate you two choose, you’re about to be sealed away forever in a stinky hell that you will never sleep in. All you will do is suffer. Choose carefully as if you pick my jacket or the vest you might get a chance at seeing the world around you but if you choose to be unshrunk and buried alive, surely you will be sealed in a dark crushing sticky grip of PVC with no way to freedom, for eternity!”

After Eric took the last vest and held us in his hand, he saw that this one was different from the others, which after he said what it was, he felt how heavy It was. Eric then Saying that we would never go back to normal size again, and that we must choose our sentence, I shuddered looking at Strappy, not knowing what to say or choose, to be sealed in cement, or to be In that vest, I didn't know which was worse

Eric threw Ren and Strappy under the heavy orange vest and said walking away "I'll give you two one hour to escape from under that 100 pound vest. I bet you two won't be able to even wiggle beneath it, and even if you can you'll get stuck in all the sticky mud!" Strappy cried as he felt the pressure of the vest pressing him flat against it as Eric folded the vest in half and walked away leaving Ren and Strappy trapped inside the oily sticky vest.

Heard what Eric said, got a little hopeful, and so looking at Strappy trying to tell him to try some way out, crying while talking feeling the pressure against us "C-come on Strappy, don't give up, we gotta find a way out of here"

Strappy could barely wiggle, the wrinkles giving us nothing but oily muddy hot smelly air. Time passes slowly. Strappy grabs Ren and says "Listen, we either take this vest or his jacket, getting buried alive after being crushed in 100 inflatable vests might be worse, at least this vest and his jacket have a clear pocket, we'll be able to see the world around us as we deal with our mucky stinky fate, and in the vest at least its all solid PVC so we probably wont deal with the worsening stench like the jacket but I could be wrong" Strappy fought against the material as much he could but it held him down, he could only move a few inches. Suddenly Ren and Strappy heard Erics heavy footsteps and then it happened, Eric stood on top of the vest cruelly flattening Strappy and Ren in the sticky muddy oily vest!

Watching time pass slowly, I saw that Strappy wanted to say something, so I listened to him and responded in sequence "I see, so you really think it's better that way?" I thought of every aspect and fought alongside Strappy until I shuddered hearing Eric's footsteps getting closer until we were flattened by Eric's foot and body weight on top of us

Strappy could barely make a sound, he wheezed "It's the jacket or the vest Ren, you have to tell him" he weakly wiggled and ended up with his face and body disappearing into one of the many folds of the vest as it squeezed down against Strappy and Ren. Eric unfolded the vest and grabbed Ren first before feeling around finding strappy he said "So little runts, what is it gonna be? How am I going to be making your forever a living hell!"

Ren would reply, "I-i? Wait, Strappy" Seeing you disappeared among the various folds of vest As Eric unfolded and caught me bringing me up close to his face I responded "t-the vest and jacket! Please, We want this one, we don't want to be buried in cement"

Eric said laughing "You realize the clear PVC pocket of this vest is like the jacket, tiny holes to let oil sweat and mud drip in. You sure you want that filth drowning you constantly? Cause our guys end up frequently having to go neck deep in the mud to get at the oil pipes. SUIT YOURSELF RUNTS!" He grabbed Ren and Strappy and unzipped a clear pocket on the inside of the vest laughing "Thought you two would be able to see the world? The only time you'll see anything is when someone takes the vest off and tosses it in the dirty vest bin, all you will ever see for the rest of your life is filthy vests! You losers should have chosen my jacket, might have stunk more and been worse feeling but at least you'd actually see things, and be crushed under vests, but too late now!" He dropped Strappy and Ren into the clear inner pocket and glued it shut before heat sealing it closed. He laughed maniacally and pulled the vest on pulling the cords inflating it against himself, the vest was the strongest of all the vests, it crushed poor Strappy and Ren harder than all of the other 5000 vests that were tested on them. Strappy cried out "Ren why didn't you go for the jacket!" with his last breath as his face was smashed into the clear PVC. Luckily wrinkles let some light and air in. Strappy and Ren were able to see Erics filthy jacket and that is all they will see until the vest is taken off by Eric after the work day and tossed in with the other dirty vests. Tiny holes in the pocket let the stench of Eric's jacket permeate into the vest, combining the smells of the vest and his nasty jacket. It was double the nastiness, not only did they have to breathe the vest they had to breathe Eric's jacket and deal with the constant cruel pressure of the PVC vest and the near pitch black darkness, all they could see was the orange jacket and the shiny hiviz stripes. They knew that it would be a very long day as Eric walked out of the warehouse into the searing hot daytime heat.

Hearing Eric again mocking us and unzipping, throwing us inside him and closing, sealing us inside. Being crushed each other with all that weight, and listening to Strappy's cry, trying to say something, but for being so lost my last breath was smashed into the clear PVC while i try to Tell something. After that We were able to see Eric jacket small holes, which were very difficult to breathe because of the pressure, in this dark place, Knowing it was going to be a long day, as Eric walked out of the werehoise with us, into this endless hell

Eric said “When I take this vest off in a decade from now I’m gonna be tossing it along with my jacket into a special kind of landfill. Not too different from how you two got shrunk down but instead of you two getting out, you’ll stay suffering for eternity trapped beneath the glass flooring of a special exhibit called “Dirty workwear and the environment” at the airport. You two will look up and see people walking on top of the vest and jacket all while you two suffer inhaling the stench of millions of pieces of workwear and vests around you. You two will have nothing else to do for the rest of eternity and slowly you two will sink. The vest will slowly slip under the other filthy workwear and you two will try to struggle making it inflate and then you’ll be crushed even tighter as you go deeper and deeper and it inflates more.

The day went by slowly. It felt like forever. Then the decades went by. Then when we thought it was our time to get dumped into the pit he instead said “This is it losers. You’re gonna be worn by me for eternity. I’m never going to die. I’m always gonna be getting messy. This is your eternal life. Staring into the wrinkles of my nasty jacket being squeezed by that vest!”

Strappy cried “We might have had a chance of escaping but surely we won’t now. In the pit of vests we could have tried to break out of the pocket with the vest deflated on the surface. Though I’m sure we would have sunk into the massive pit like quicksand. We’re now nothing but part of this indestructible gross vest and will be nothing more than that”

Strappy and Ren relegated themselves to knowing they’d endure nasty mud and shit filling the vest along with sweat. When it wasn’t being filled with nasty muck it would be full of sweat and a steaming body cooking body crushing hell that they will never escape from.

Reduced from a pair of men to nothing more than part of a grimy inflatable life vest this is the life Strappy and Ren will live for eternity all because they thought Eric would make their ultimate fantasy a reality when it was actually their ultimate fate and a horrifying reality of filth!

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tread lightly | lhc

lee haechan x f!reader

wc: 17.6k

warnings: smut (MDNI!), established relationship, sexting, jealously, slight miscommunication, mark is an instigator, quite a few text messages, masturbation, kink discussion, mommy kink, nipple play, handjob, edging, overstimulation, barely there choking, unprotected sex, cockwarming, light exhibitionism, epilogue (kinda), dom!reader, sub!haechan

a/n: this fic has been a long time coming so i’m very excited that it’s out! i would like to thank @ncteez for letting me write a fic based on this post of hers! i hope everyone enjoys reading and let me know if you liked it!

It’s midnight and moonlight seeps through the curtain covered window, covering both you and Haechan. You're laying across his bare chest, your finger mindlessly drawing small patterns on it. You both feel sticky, breaths still heavy, yet no one bothers to get up. You peer up to look at Haechan through your eyelashes and see his eyes closed, with cheeks that are slightly flushed. Although you don’t want to break the peaceful silence of the night, you speak up with, “You take such good care of me.”

His eyes open, which then turn and peer down at you with a shy smile. He lets out a small laugh and wraps his arms around you, successfully entrapping you in a bear hug. You let out a small, “it’s still too hot!” which he ignores, and plants kisses along wherever he can reach. “You know I’m always going to be here to take care of you, baby,” he continues with a smirk, “you took care of me so good tonight, I could only return the favor.”

You playfully push him away from you and lay on your respectful side of the bed, while he sits up and stares down at you. His eyes only show love towards you, something that comes with two years of dating. You reach up and caress his cheek, which he takes as a sign to reach down to give you a kiss. “I hope you do know how much I love you, more than anything ever,” he says a little more seriously.

“Even more than your computer?” you tease.

“Hey! I’m being so serious right now!” he grins, letting you know he’s not genuinely mad.

“I’m kidding,” you say with a laugh, “and I hope you know that there’s nothing and no one else I could love more than you.” You sit up along with him and place a kiss to the tip of his nose. He nuzzles his face along your neck and presses kisses along the soft skin of your shoulder. A few moments pass of you two enjoying each other's presence, you gently ask, “Do you think you’re ready to clean up?” He lifts his face from your neck and nods, “I’ll go get a cloth for us.”

After some rummaging in the restroom, he returns with shorts on and a wet cloth for you. He looks at you, asking for approval to clean you up, and you nod, thanking him quietly. Once he finishes, he tells you to go use the restroom already. You groan out, “I don’t want to, I'm already too comfortable here.”

“I know that you love me so much,” you glare at him, “but I will drag you to that restroom if I need to.” With one last groan, you get up and slowly (and painfully) walk to the restroom. Once you finished what needed to be done, you see him scrolling on his phone, waiting for you. He looked up once he realized you were there, and laughed when he saw you limping.

“Don’t be mean! You did this to me!” You say while poking your finger in his chest. He laughs out loud and brings you down to snuggle against him.

“Don’t care how many times I’ve said this already, but I love you.” He was spooning you, and you felt his words travel past your ear. You don’t have to look at him to know that he’s smiling at the thought of the two of you. You whisper out into the dark night, “I love you too. Goodnight, Haechan.” With the two of you cuddled up next to each other, you fall asleep, waiting for what the next day brings.

Instead of awakening to the familiar light of the moon, the harsh sun forces its way in, even through the curtains. You check your phone for the time, and despite the fact that you slept late, you’re awake at eight in the morning. This isn’t the worst thing ever, considering the fact you have class a little after twelve, but you decide to lay in bed for a bit longer.

You turn over to see your boyfriend sprawled across your bed, his pillow somehow on the floor. You have always made fun of him and his sleeping habits, and he in turn mocks you for thinking how cute he is in any situation. You turn your attention to him, and once again draw patterns on his chest. For a while, you mindlessly scrolled on your phone while running your fingers along his abdomen, waiting for him to wake up.

Even though you’re a patient person, you do have things to do today and classes to attend. You have to wake Haechan up. Your gaze falls back to the hand on his chest, and you smirk to yourself. Your finger circles around his nipple and you lightly pinch it. His body suddenly shivers and goosebumps grow on his skin. His body shifts to grab your hand and just to make a point, you pinch his nipple one last time.

He sucks in a breath through his teeth before he turns towards you. He nuzzles his face in your chest and clings onto your t-shirt. He groggily starts with, “Baby… what d’you think you’re doin’…”

You can barely make out what he said, but you still reply with a giggle. You run your hands along his naked back and he just pushes his face closer to your chest. “Wake up, you big baby. The both of us have class soon.”

Haechan mumbles something incoherent into your shirt and you laugh, pulling him away from you. “Tell me what you have going on today,” you ask, hoping this will get him to wake up.

After a few moments of silence from him, he responds, albeit with his sleepy voice. “I have class later…” a pause, “then Mark wants to hang out tonight with everyone else there, too…”

“Are you going to go straight to his place after class?”

“...I dunno yet. But I’ll let you know what happens…” he mumbles. He’s clearly trying to wake himself up to talk to you, so you continue.

“After my classes, I think— no, I have to head to the library to work on that lab report I was telling you about,” you sigh.

“The one for Chemistry?”

“Yeah… I think I cried like five times thinking about it,” you laugh, worried for the upcoming deadline. “If you don’t end up heading straight to Mark’s after your classes, you can come with me and study.” You smile, knowing that when he’s with you you both get no work done.

He nods, and you pat his shoulder. “Come on, let’s go get ready.”

He groans loudly and he grabs your arm to try and pull you down next to him. As much as your body aches to be back in bed with him, you abstain and grab his hand instead. He curls his fingers into yours and brings your hand to his lips to give you a soft kiss there. You return the favor and press a kiss onto his hand.

“Will it make you feel better if we shower together?”

He shoots straight out of bed.

After a shower (that may or may not have included some heavy touching) and a breakfast made by his wonderful girlfriend, he begins to make his way out of her apartment. He helps with the dishes by drying and putting them away, all while maintaining conversation with you. You talk about little things, how his professor might be his downfall, and how you might’ve finally found a main in Smash Bros.

Once you both finish getting ready, you take a quick picture of the both of you to upload on your Instagram story. “Are you trying to show everyone how lucky you are to have the best boyfriend ever in the world?” You scowl at him, and he makes a bunch of weird, high pitched noises and gets close to pinching your cheeks. You laugh and push him away.

“No, but seriously, I have to go now. I’ll see you later?” he asks.

“Yes, please be careful. Also text me your plans after class just so I know whether to wait on you?”

“Of course, Mom.”

“Hey!”

Haechan makes it to his only class for the day. He’s a bit early, so he finds a place to sit before his class starts. He scrolls aimlessly through his Instagram, which reminds him to look at the story you posted of the two of you. He finds it and stares lovingly at it. You look very cute, and he has to remind himself on how to repost another person's story onto his. He captions it with a “me and the gf 🫡” before posting it.

He notices his classmates slowly make their ways into class and decides to get up himself. Haechan takes his favorite spot in the auditorium, the middle back rows towards the edge of the aisle. Once he’s settled in, his infamous professor walks in with a smile on his face.

Fuck. Coding.

After an hour of hearing a new coding technique being taught badly, Haechan’s mind starts to wander. What else to think about other than his wonderful girlfriend who takes up all his thoughts. He could never get mad at you, though. Ever since meeting you, he thinks his life couldn’t get any better.

He remembers the day you met those three years ago. You were both freshmen in college, and you both had a mutual friend, Mark. You had apparently made friends with Mark through a shared Rhetoric class while Haechan has known Mark for most of his life. Apparently, Mark had taken you out to lunch after said shared class and Haechan was in the dining hall at the same time. He saw the top of Mark’s big head and made his way over.

What he didn’t seem to notice was the prettiest girl he had ever seen, sitting right across from Mark, munching on her food. The stupid shit he was about to say to Mark was cut off by the sight of the girl, at the sight of you, and he stupidly stood there. Mark catches onto this and invites Haechan to sit next to him, which he robotically takes the offer.

You introduce yourself to him and offer a handshake. Haechan leaves you hanging for a bit, suddenly all too aware he’s leaving you hanging but his hands are just too sweaty. He quickly wipes them on his jeans and shakes your hand, introducing himself successfully. He’s aware that he’s not the best at meeting new people, but he hopes he can push that aside in order to talk to you.

It works. He feels his shy demeanor melt away, becoming more at ease when he talks to you. Eventually, you both start hanging out without Mark, days spent together learning about one another. He thinks he might literally be in love. What would happen if he confessed? Would you say yes? Would you push him away? He thinks he wouldn’t be able to live without you by his side.

Spoiler alert. He does confess and you said yes. As if you would say anything else.

Interrupting his thoughts, he feels a buzz come from his phone. It’s Mark.

[markly] 12:20, im gonna head over to campus in a bit and get food

[markly] 12:20, after, im gonna be outside ur class waiting for u

[hae] 12:21, k 👍

Not exactly the person he wanted to hear from, but that will do. He remembers to text you the new plan so you can adjust accordingly.

[hae] 12:21, hey baby im going to marks right after class

[hae] 12:21, wish we couldve studied together

[my beloved 🫂] 12:22, aww dont worry abt it

[my beloved 🫂] 12:22, we both know that we wouldve gotten nothing done

[hae] 12:22, laughed at a message

[hae] 12:23, are you still in class baby?

[my beloved 🫂] 12:23, my prof cancelled class last min i was kinda pissed

[my beloved 🫂] 12:23, feeling a lot better now that my bf texted me

[my beloved 🫂] 12:24, more time to think abt u hehe

Haechan smiles at his phone and sends a quick love you before turning his phone off. He tries to pay attention, he really does, but his professor might be quite literally secretly planning on failing him. To save him from his dread, one more buzz from his phone. It’s you again.

[my beloved 🫂] 12:31, sorry for bothering u haechan

[my beloved 🫂] 12:31, cant stop thinking of u

Before Haechan can respond, one picture is sent. You are laying stomach down on your bed, but one thing sets him off. Your tits are almost on full display for him. Covered by a lacy bra that barely helps, he can’t help but feel himself twitch in his pants. Remembering that he is still in this Hell-like class, he quickly shuts off his phone and almost slams it against the table.

He doesn’t pick his phone back up for a good five minutes. He can feel the back of his neck get hot, his cheeks beginning to flush. He’s not sure what to do, so all he can respond to your picture is with a:

[hae] 12:36, fuck

[hae] 12:36, does my baby need me that badly?

He shoves his face in his hands and internally groans to himself. First of all, he’s still in class. Secondly, he can’t even go back and help you because Mark’s going to be waiting on him. Thirdly, he’s trying to will away his boner before he sees Mark to avoid any teasing. One more text is sent by you, something along the lines of i need u, and all he can do right now is ask you not to touch yourself without him there.

He uses that not only as a way to placate you, but himself as well. The only thing in his mind now is how soft and full your chest looked. How much he wants to grope and pull at your boobs. He can feel himself straining against his pants, begging to be touched, begging for you. He tries to focus on the monotonous voice of his professor droning on about how making one mistake can ruin a whole code. While the thoughts of you plague his mind, his professor seems to ruin every good fantasy he’s thought of.

To make matters worse, his professor keeps his students over class time, explaining that the homework must be done right away and be done perfectly. No exceptions. Once he’s dismissed, Haechan tries to see if he can find the nearest bathroom before Mark arrives. Unfortunately, Mark is sitting on one of the chairs outside the entrance, and spots Haechan easily.

“Why does it look like you died then came back to life?” Mark laughs in his face.

“Don’t ask me stupid shit,” Haechan grumbles.

After getting laughed at by Mark (which effectively ruins his mood), they make their way to his apartment. No one really makes a plan of when to hang out, so Mark just tells their friends if they could show up last minute. Everyone always does, because what else would college students rather do than on a Thursday night. Of course, Haechan would rather spend time with you, but he was coerced into hanging out (he’s lying, but it’s always going to be you over them).

After Mark sends a text to the groupchat saying that him and Haechan are already at the apartment, everyone makes their way on their own time. Renjun makes it exactly when he said he would make it, in about twenty minutes. Jeno and Jaemin make their way in a whopping thirty seven minutes with lazy smiles and snacks in their hands. There’s nothing like an unplanned hang out with your friends to talk about random shit.

“There’s a party tomorrow at one of the frats,” Jaemin slowly starts, eyebrows raising up and down.

“Don’t tell me you’re gonna try to drag us to a party that you want to go to,” Renjun groans.

“This should be good news for you, I don’t see any bitches on your radar,” Jeno says, with Renjun immediately motioning to hit him.

Everyone laughs at them, and Haechan points and claps at how red Renjun has gotten. Renjun sends glares towards everyone and splutters to come up with an argument for his own sake. “That isn’t even fair! Why am I the only one getting laughed at when Mark and Haechan are sitting right there!”

“I get bitches, I just keep it to myself,” Mark chimes.

“And I have a girlfriend,” Haechan proudly states.

Jaemin takes a jab at Haechan, “No offense to you, dude, but it still looks like you get no bitches.”

“Okay, first of all,” Haechan yells, and everyone groans before he starts again, “you are all jealous of me and the beautiful relationship I have with my beautiful girlfriend.”

Murmurs of sure and I guess fill the room and Haechan feels the need to defend you. He can’t let his friends tell him otherwise, not when you literally made him hard in class just a few hours ago.

“We fuck and love each other at the same time, so that means the both of us are better than all of you.”

They all stare at him in silence for what feels like forever. Haechan can only stand there and awkwardly stare back. It’s not that he feels awkward, but why are they making it awkward for him? It’s silent until one voice speaks up. Mark Lee.

“The only thing I can agree on from that whole thing is the fact that your girlfriend is hot. She has a nice pair of tits.” Before Haechan can process what was just said, Mark adds, “I would genuinely call her mommy.”

Instead of staring awkwardly, Haechan is now pointedly staring at Mark in shock and… anger? Firstly, Haechan didn’t even say you were hot in his mini speech but said beautiful instead. Secondly, why is he even staring at your tits? Those aren’t his to stare at? How long has he been thinking that? Lastly, who the hell gets a mommy kink from staring at a pair of tits?

In Haechan’s daze, everyone is either outwardly or inwardly agreeing with Mark. In Haechan’s peripheral, he sees Jeno shake Mark’s hand. Even Renjun is silently nodding along to Mark’s words. Jaemin stares at Haechan, which then turns into pointing and laughing at him.

“Guys. You… What the fuck is wrong with all of you? You all are horrible people, please tell me you’re joking.” Haechan feels quite literally batshit insane at how all his friends just agreed with one another that you’re hot as fuck. What the fuck. Are they all just staring at your tits without him knowing? Do you know? Do they all want to call you mommy?

Mark starts with a smile on his face, “I am so serious,” he stares up at Haechan with a look that feels like it’s challenging him, “I would call her mommy and let her do whatever she wants with me.”

At his words, Haechan feels something… different… settle at the bottom of his stomach. The thought of you doing whatever you wanted, pushing him to his limits, all while calling you mommy. He feels a weight on his chest and he slightly shivers at the thought. God, he thinks to himself, what would you even do to him?

Jeno laughs at Mark saying, “I didn’t take you to be so submissive.” Mark laughs along with him, “I’m not, but with someone as mommy as her, I would immediately be on my knees if she asked me to.”

Before Mark can say anything else regarding his girlfriend, Haechan cuts them all off with a That’s enough of talking about my girlfriend's tits for the night. He still has that heavy feeling looming inside of him, thoughts running rampant through his mind.

He couldn’t wait to be back at his apartment.

After toughing it out at the library, the Chemistry report was finished. It might not be your best work, but it’s better than nothing at all. Making your way to your apartment, you reminisce on the day you had. Your class was canceled, you had lunch, another boring class, then the library. You focus on the canceled class, which led you to a wonderful chat with your boyfriend.

No matter how long it’s been in your relationship, Haechan always reacts to a nude so nicely, so desperate. It spurs you on at how much he loves your body, how much he loves you, to the point where he gets so worked up that he needs you right there. Even though he couldn’t act on that today, seeing how reacted on text satisfied that need for you.

It surprises you how much he’s opened up to you over the course of time. When you had first seen him on that day you had lunch with Mark, he seemed shy. Mark had briefly talked about him before, how he was always screaming in his ear, so seeing him like that confused you. His cheeks were slightly flushed, and when you shook hands, they were clammy.

You knew from that point on you had to have him for yourself. You wanted to see his shy demeanor melt away while he talked to you. Over time, he showed how comfortable he was with you by clinging on to your side, taking you out to lunch, and making a playlist of songs that reminded him of you. This only solidified how badly you needed him.

And you got him. Through a rushed confession, he explained how he didn’t want to ruin what you both had but he had to tell you how he felt. You immediately told him you felt the same way, and the rest was history. You know him like the back of your hand, and you wouldn’t want it any other way.

He treats you well, like a friend, but with love that never seems to leave. You gave him all that you had, all your love, your body, your mind. He gives you back everything tenfold, and he tells you there could never be a time where he doesn’t love you. Those words show in everything he does with you.

Especially the nights with hushed whispers for only you to hear. Where he takes his time with you, taking off your clothes in a pace that makes sense to him. He kisses you softly, his body on top of yours. I love you, he says. You moan out as he drags his kisses down to your jawline, sucking onto a sensitive spot. He continues to trail down your body with his lips, all while hearing you whine out for him.

“Haechan-” your whimper cuts you off, “please don’t tease me.”

He’s down by your navel when he chuckles at you. “I wouldn’t dream of it, baby.” He nuzzles his nose to the seat of your panties, your smell taking the last of his self control. “My pretty baby will let me eat her out, won’t she?”

Who are you to deny him when he asks so nicely?

Your phone dings once you make it home. A text from Haechan.

[hae] 11:08, i’m making it back to my place soon

[my beloved 🫂] 11:08, i just got back to mine too

[my beloved 🫂] 11:09, hopefully i can see u tomorrow

[my beloved 🫂] 11:09, rest up

[my beloved 🫂] 11:09, i have all day tomorrow to spend w you

[hae] 11:09, yes ma’am 🫡

[hae] 11:10, love you baby

You send a quick voice message saying Love you too, and please go to sleep early.

[hae] 11:11, hae loved a message.

So he didn’t go to sleep like you had asked him to. On the car ride back that Jeno had offered him, he couldn’t stop thinking about one thing. You. Specifically, you on top of him, all while he would be reaching out to you, begging for you.

He’s not even quite sure what a mommy kink entails. It’s not that he’s never heard of it- being chronically online almost forces him to hear that word- he’s just not sure what else you do with a mommy kink. He knows he would be submissive and that he would call you mommy, but what else is there to it?

That’s why once he says goodnight to Jeno after dropping him off at his apartment complex, he doesn’t feel guilty for being curious over such a thing. He doesn’t feel guilty when he rushes to his bedroom, grabbing his laptop and ripping off his shirt. He doesn’t feel guilty in finding a pornsite, typing in mommy in the search bar. He doesn’t feel guilty scrolling through all the videos, feeling himself get hard.

He settles for a video titled, Mommy Uses Her Sweet Boy Until He Cries. He watches the video, a man with his arms tied to the bed. He begins grinding his hand against the front of his sweats, a woman walks in and starts giving the man a handjob. He pushes his sweats down hastily, whines and whimpers fill the room, his mommy taking what’s hers. Haechan releases himself from the confines of boxers, his neediness beginning to hurt him.

After a while, the video plays forgotten in the background. Haechan is lost in his own thoughts. He wants you to treat him how he usually treats you. Thoughts of you here, in between his thighs, touching him in a way he can’t imagine. As much as he wishes that was real, it wasn't. He’s stuck in his room, pathetically getting himself off to a kink that was just introduced to him.

He can feel his thoughts melt away, entering a headspace he has never dealt with before. He’s never felt this sensitive while getting himself off. His fist tightens around his tip, which causes him to whimper out. He knew he was more vocal than other people in bed, but he realizes tonight takes the cake. He’s leaking precum, his cock begging to be touched once more.

He manages to open his eyes and refocus on the video. The man in question is currently being edged before the woman brings her hand up to his nipple to toy with him, to which Haechan outwardly moans at the sight. Haechan’s own hand reaches up to his chest and hesitantly pulls at his own nipple. Not realizing how sensitive he could be, Haechan cums on the spot.

Haechan feels as though he can see himself from the outside of his body in a third person view. The image of him, with spurts of his cum across his stomach, one hand tweaking his nipple and the other going to covering his mouth is engrained at the back of his head. If he thinks hard enough, he can feel you sitting atop his thighs doing all this for him, whispering how good he’s been into his ear, how he must’ve been so eager and desperate in order to cum that fast.

After a few minutes of laying in that spot, ears ringing, harsh breaths evening out, he opens his eyes and thinks. Is he… supposed to tell you what he just did? You both never really talked about stuff like this before, but he can’t imagine just springing this on to you. He cringes at the thought, and hesitantly pulls out his phone. He opens up your messages, and he twiddles his thumbs at the side of his phone.

He looks over to his laptop, the video he had been playing had now ended, the video replaying in his head. He bites the inside of his cheek as he types out to you, deleting the message before retyping it again.

[hae] 12:48, can i ask you something?

The next morning, Haechan wakes up hot and sweaty. He’s not quite sure why, not until he can feel himself throbbing in his boxers. With that in mind, he remembers the dream he had containing the both of you. He can’t remember all the details, something along the lines of you on top of him, taking everything you needed from him. Whatever it was, Haechan feels the need to get off again to the thought of you.

He does. The thought of your tits in his face all while getting a handjob was enough to quickly get him off. After washing up, he can feel his face getting hot. He hasn’t been this shy at the thought of you since you both first met. Before he can get too into his thoughts, he remembers that he texted you last night. He may have subtly (read: not at all subtle) asked what you thought of a mommy kink. He doesn’t want to read back the texts, knowing that his messages were all jumbled, adrenaline and giddiness written all over them.

He tries not to get too excited at the thought of it. He scrolls through Instagram to distract himself, but one of your friends just posted a picture of the both of you, your pretty face and tits right there for him to look at. He bites his lips, nasty thoughts of you filling his head. He goes to start up one of his games, but ends up staring at the starting screen. All of his thoughts lead back to you. He realizes he's at his breaking point when he's literally waiting for a message from you.

After laying in bed for an hour straight, you finally decide to get up. Fridays are the days you get to relax, meet up with your boyfriend, and do whatever you both want without worrying about classes. You had mutually agreed at the start of the semester to spend Fridays together because both of your schedules allowed for it. There was never a day you weren’t excited for Fridays to come, always happy to see your boyfriend.

Before you actually get up, you do a quick scan of all your apps. On Instagram, you see that your friend has posted a picture of the two of you, the one that you happened to look super good in. You see that Haechan has already liked the picture, even before you had seen it. You like the post and turn your phone off in order to go and get ready for the day.

You’re not quite sure what it is today, but you feel good. You feel like you could conquer the world with how you look and feel. Maybe it was because of the finished lab report, or maybe just the fact that you’ll be seeing your boyfriend today. If he doesn’t immediately fall to his knees and tell you that you’re the prettiest person he’s ever seen, then there has to be something wrong.

Speaking of Haechan, you remember waking up to one of his texts last night. He had randomly asked about a kink, a very specific one at that. A mommy kink. When you got his first text, you were scared, heart pounding in your chest from such an ominous message so late into the night.

[my beloved 🫂] 01:02, what happened? i was asleep im so sorry

[hae] 01:02, nothing bad dont worry baby

[hae] 01:03, i was just thinking

There was a long pause between his texts. Even if he said that there was nothing to worry about, you can’t help but wonder what he could possibly be thinking.

[my beloved 🫂] 01:14, baby youre scaring me please just tell me what you wanted to ask

[hae] 01:16, i got home and i couldnt stop thinking about you

[hae] 01:16, i wanted to ask about something i might be interested in

[hae] 01:16, would you be interested in dominating me?

[hae] 01:16, and me calling you mommy?

You stare at your screen, letting out the breath that you were holding in. On one hand, your boyfriend did not want to break up with you, which came from quickly assuming the worst. But on the other hand… what?

You weren’t unfamiliar with how submissive men work. Before you met Haechan, you watched your fair share of porn. While most of the contents included what would be considered “vanilla” sex, there were some femdom videos that you watched. You always wondered how it would feel to have someone crying under you, the image of Haechan popping up in your head when you did.

He must have assumed that the pause in your texting was a bad sign, quickly backtracking and apologizing. It was cute, how embarrassed he got as he tried to change the subject. You can imagine him squirming around in bed, trying to push back his fantasies of you while texting. You interrupt him.

[my beloved 🫂] 01:24, i wouldnt mind.

Rereading your texts, you realize how badly you need to see him again.

You text him asking if you should both meet up. You both agree on meeting up in the evening in order to get take-out together, spending the rest of the night in each other's presence. There’s nothing more than you could ask for besides being there besides him, the comfort of his presence bringing you more peace than anything else could.

Even though you were ready for a nice night with him, you prepared yourself. The image of your boyfriend thinking of you, being so interested in being submissive, makes your heart beat a little faster. You bite your lip, wanting to see your boyfriend fall apart under you, wanting to hear his cries. Maybe Haechan has finally rubbed off on you, and you smile at the thought of it.

You spend the rest of the day cleaning up around your apartment, waiting for your boyfriend’s arrival.

Before the sun fully sets, Haechan alerts you that he’s outside. You trot to the door with a smile on your face. It feels like forever since you had last seen him (you fully know it’s been less than a day). When you open the door for him, he’s standing there, gawking at you. You see that his cheeks are lightly dusted pink, his mouth trying to form some words.

When you go to hug him, he feels stiff against your own body before deciding to hug you back. Though you knew that he might act a little different, starting from the picture you sent him to the mommy kink confession, but you didn’t think he’d be like this. It’s nice to see him like this again, and as you move to press a kiss to his cheek, he turns redder.

You both settle in and sit next to each other on your couch. He’s properly talking to you now, but you can see how he’s still a little nervous. In a way, it reminds you of how he acted when you both first met. Shy looks and responses, scratching at his neck, and fidgeting with his hands. You go to hold his hand, pressing a kiss to the top of it, causing him to laugh softly.

You’re not sure if bringing up the texts last night would be any good, you think it’d be better for him to bring it up when he’s comfortable. You don’t want to rush him into anything. Even if you can see how he stares at your lips and chest too hard, you don’t want to start anything he isn’t ready for. You both were here for something else, anyways: food.

“Instead of going to a restaurant, do you want to just go to the convenience store down the street? I’m feeling a little lazy.” Haechan coos at you and presses a kiss to your cheek. You both gather your things to make the small trip to and from. You lock your door and turn to look at Haechan as he reachesfor your hand and holds it. You grin at him, pressing yourself into his side as you walk down the slightly lit up street.

The convenience store is a short trip, maybe only a five minute walk from your apartment. You have a small conversation on your way there over how your day was, his hand still intertwined with yours. But with a stroke of luck, you manage to meet you and Haechan’s mutual friend, Mark Lee. You’re pretty sure Haechan notices him first, and he signals to you of his presence by squeezing your hand tighter.

You look up, and there’s Mark with a smile on his face, waving at the both of you. What you miss though is Haechan’s reaction to him and how Mark looks at you. Before Haechan greets Mark, he lets go of your hand and opts to wrap his arm around your waist. You snuggle into him, and you can hear him call out to his friend.

“Hey guys!” Mark says with a teasing smile on his face, “Feels like forever since I’ve seen you!” and you laugh at him. It’s rare that you see Mark on his own without a friend by his side, specifically, your boyfriend. You and Mark don’t hang out alone as much as you used to, but you still consider him a close friend. After all, he was the one who introduced you to Haechan.

After a few words are exchanged, there’s a pause in conversation that you can’t quite decipher. You see Haechan and Mark eyeing each other, sending challenging looks to one another.

“Alright!” you clap, “Me and Haechan have some cheap food to buy and eat, so we’. See you soon, Markie!” You pat Mark’s shoulder as you walk away and Haechan just nods him off.

“What was that all about?”

“Nothing… but since when did you call him Markie?”

You roll your eyes.

While eating your food, you had asked Haechan if Mark had finally bothered him back. He just laughed and said He has nothing on me! Allegedly, Haechan had beaten Mark too mamy times at Mario Kart to the point where they had a full on argument over how Haechan was somehow cheating. You let out a confused laugh at his words, and Haechan can only say, “The world still hasn’t realized I’m just too good at everything.”

You flick his forehead.

“So you weren’t being all shy because of the picture I sent yesterday? Or even what you texted me last night…?” you tease, sensing how he’s more comfortable. He covers his face with one hand while slight embarrassment takes over. He doesn’t look uncomfortable, but you can sense a shift in his demeanor as he takes in your words. He nods his head, sliding his tongue along the inside of his cheek.

You finish eating and a movie is put on. The movie is fine, but you’re more focused on Haechan. Though you wanted to take things slow, you can’t help but stare at him. You don’t necessarily do anything new, but you just need him close to you right now.

You tuck yourself to his side, burying your head into his shoulder. Being a seemingly innocent action, he gladly accepts your touch. Minutes pass, and he hasn’t moved to do anything besides moving his arm to hold you by the waist. Your neediness seems to take over, as you move your hand to his upper thigh. You can feel him jump ever so slightly, a feeling of satisfaction coursing through you.

Your thumb rubs the inner part of his thigh, and you feel his fingers twitch at your side. You know he gets riled up with needy touches, you’re just trying to see if he wants to do anything tonight. You place light kisses along his neck, a soft whine escaping your lips, begging him to do something.

Clearly having enough of your antics, he grabs you by the hips and places you on top of his thighs. His face is flushed, his eyes shyly looking up at yours. Despite all the times you’ve both been in this position before, it feels like the first. A shy, yet expectant Haechan under you, waiting for you to make a move.

You move to press kisses along the moles on his cheeks, Haechan’s eyes fluttering shut and the feeling of your soft lips on his skin. His hands grip tightly on your hips, encouraging you to continue. You move to the middle of his collarbones, a wet kiss pressed onto the mole there. You lick a stripe up to the mole on his neck, and he lets out a choked moan.

You sit back up, looking down to see his face. He looks at you with a look you haven’t quite seen before. He looks… desperate. Not that he hasn’t been desperate to fuck you before, but there’s a different meaning behind his eyes and his touch. You’re almost reminded of yourself, how you might look under him, begging him to fuck you already, tears threatening to fall from your eyes.

“We don’t have to do anything…” you whisper out, scared to break the tension you’ve created. His mouth opens, but nothing comes out. He shifts under you, and you feel his erection press into your thigh. You giggle at him, and he shuts his eyes, groaning to himself. He finally moves, suddenly wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you directly on top of his clothed cock.

“Been needing you all day,” he stifles a moan when he feels you grind yourself onto him, “wanna feel you, wanna show everyone that you’re mine.” You whine out his name and he pulls you into a kiss. It’s messy, tongues sloppily moving against each other. Drool spills past your lips, and Haechan moves to lick it right back up. Your hands move to grip on his shoulders, needing to be grounded.

You need him inside of you already. You’re sure you’ve stained his sweatpants already, feeling yourself dripping with every motion. He seems too focused on what’s happening now though, feeling too sensitive with how much he’s twitching under you. Your hands move up to his hair to get him to get him to refocus, and he lets out a small whimper. You almost miss it.

He looks up at you like you were the one who made that noise. You laugh hard, “So shy,” his hips buck up, “it’s almost like the first time we had sex again.”

You’re sitting on top of him, laughing about how pathetic he looks right now. As much as he wants to laugh it off and move onto the actual fucking, he feels himself become embarrassingly close to cumming. Thoughts of the night before flood into his head, the image of you sweetly whispering in his ear saying how much you want to fuck him is getting to him.

You look almost identical to how you looked in his head last night, and he can feel himself throbbing in his sweats. It all becomes too much too fast, and he quickly apologizes and moves you off of him. You stare incredulously at the sight of him rushing to your bathroom. You hope you didn’t push things too far, letting him be alone before you ask any questions.

He feels so lightheaded, a heavy weight placed onto his chest. You laughed at him, made him feel so small and pathetic to the point where he could’ve cum in his pants right there. Reminding himself of what he did last night, he didn’t realize that he’d get a humiliation kink from it too. He wishes you could wrap your hand around his cock and laugh about how perverted he is from getting off to something like that. He can only wish.

For now, all he can think about is getting himself off before he can face you again. In all honesty, he was fighting himself from getting hard as soon as he saw you. You looked good today, and all the image of your chest flashed through his mind all day. How much he wanted to just take you into your room, push you onto your bed, and fuck you until you cry for him to stop.

Another part of him wishes for the opposite. He can’t help but think of you being the one making him cry. He wants to be under you, feel how your body rides him until he’s the one begging you to stop. These fantasies don’t help his throbbing cock. Despite you being seated in the other room, he figures the only thing he can do now is get himself off pathetically in your restroom.

He slides down his sweats to his midthigh, too impatient and embarrassed to go any further. The front of his boxers are wet from his dripping tip, he squeezes himself through his boxers, a soft whine trying to escape his lips. Realizing you’re still in the other room, he uses his free hand to cover up his mouth. Deciding he probably shouldn’t tease himself, he pulls down his boxers.

His dick slaps against his abdomen, flushed and dripping at the tip. He wraps a hand around the base and begins moving. He feels too sensitive just from the feeling of you on top of him, dangerously close already. His hips begin to buck against his hand, everything feeling like too much and not enough. If he could, he’d ask you to come in and help him cum.

The thought of a teasing smile adorning your face makes a strangled moan come out of his mouth, almost too loud. He can hear you get up from your couch, making your way to your room. He continues to fist his cock, drool slipping out of his mouth and smearing messily against his palm. He feels like a pervert right now, fucking his hand in your restroom.

As if he couldn’t be even more embarrassed, he swears that you’ve stopped in front of your restroom door. The sound of whimpers and soft cries worrying you to where you have to check in on him. He wonders if you’ve put your ear to the door, wonders if you can hear the sounds of him fisting his cock. He can’t help but think if you would call him pathetic, tell him how much he should be lucky that you’re willing to fuck him.

A low moan escapes past his lips and he can hear you gasp on the other side. He hears you run to your room, softly closing the door. You were listening. His body feels numb and strained at the same time. Every muscle tensing, his dick twitching in his palm, begging for release. He imagines you in your room, your thighs squeezing together, getting ready to get yourself off to the sound of your boyfriend getting himself off like a loser.

A familiar feeling sets at the bottom of his stomach, mind going blank from his incoming orgasm. Only thoughts of you fill his mind, his pretty girlfriend being so clueless over his desires. He wonders if you would let him call you mommy right now. At the thought, his body becomes undone. Cum spurts from his tip, shooting all over his stomach and chest. His hand continues to move until it feels too much, having to forcibly stop himself.

He takes a few breaths. He feels gross and sweaty, looking down at himself to see the mess he’s made. He grabs some toilet paper and cleans up his cum. He moves to wash his hands, looking at himself in your mirror. He looks fucked out. His face still flushed, eyes looking droopy. He’s not sure how he’s supposed to approach this, not sure if you both should just talk about it.

All he can do now is sigh to himself, ready to face what you might ask him. He needs to decide on whether he should tell you everything he’s done or push it off until later.

Fuck Mark Lee.

You can hear your bathroom door unclick, nervousness suddenly taking over your body. Haechan must be finished with… what he was doing. You’re not really sure how to feel about it. You know what he was probably thinking of, but you’re not sure why he couldn’t just do it with you. You never told him no, but he was forcibly keeping it from you.

You hear him slowly walk to your door, stopping right before the entrance. After a few seconds, he opens it, not meeting your eyes. You quietly call out his name, which he hesitantly looks up at you. He looks a little shocked, a small blush spreading across his face. You pat a spot next to you on your bed, beckoning him over. He follows, placing himself quite awkwardly next to you.

“Are you… okay?” You ask him.

“I’m fine, I just needed a moment to myself.” He's not looking at you, instead putting his attention to the fingers he’s picking at.

You grab his hand, refocusing his attention on you, “I heard you, in the restroom,” his eyes widen a little, “I thought you were hurt, but I don’t think that’s what you were doing.” You trail off, waiting for him to try to piece together your thoughts. When he gives you a confused look, you continue, “If I was pushing you too hard, or- or rushing you into doing something you weren’t ready for, I’m sorry.”

Once Haechan puts together what you’re trying to say, he immediately denies it. “It really isn’t because of you! You haven’t done anything wrong,” he shouts, “it’s just… I…” You look at him expectantly, waiting for him to finish his sentence. He gives you one last look before he rushes out, “I just didn’t wanna cum too fast in front of you.”

He shuts his eyes in embarrassment, putting his head in his hands in order to shield himself from you. You have to forcefully stop yourself from laughing out loud. You carefully remove his hands from his face, getting him to look at you once more. You cup his face in your hands, your thumb tracing along the moles on his cheek. He nuzzles softly into your touch, you can feel the warmth from his face seep into your hands.

“You don’t have to feel embarrassed,” you chuckle, “it makes me feel good knowing that you found me that sexy.”

He groans when he removes his face from you, “I almost came in my pants because of you,” he places a soft kiss to your thumb, “you did things to me that you don’t even know.”

“Care to tell me what I did to get you so worked up?” You smile, faking innocence in order to hear what your boyfriend thinks about you.

Haechan is silent for a few moments, clearly trying to bring his thoughts together. You try to figure it out yourself. There was the picture, the texts, your teasing. Maybe it had something to do with that interaction with Mark that you didn’t quite understand. Despite all these ideas you’ve come up with, you’re not ready for what he says to you.

“Liked it when… I liked it when you laughed at me.” He mumbles out.

You try not to gawk at him, but it’s damn near impossible to hear your boyfriend tell you that he liked it when you laughed at him. During sex. You laughed at him over how shy he looked, and he liked it? It’s not a mommy kink, but you can assume that’s where it definetly came from.

“Can you explain… what you mean a little more?” You ask.

“Do you want the story in full detail or a quick summary?” He laughs dryly, clearly trying to push his embarrassment away.

“Do a quick summary for me and I’ll ask some questions at the end.” You answer, sitting up a little more straight.

He sighs, becoming a bit more serious with the conversation. After a few breaths, how sort of lied earlier, something did happen between him and Mark. Mark said something about you which made Haechan think differently. He reiterates how these were really good thoughts, but he was just pissed because Mark thought it first. “Also why is he thinking about you when you’re my girlfriend. Tell me he wasn’t clearly trying to get with you before I met you.”

You roll your eyes, Haechan deciding to focus on the smaller issue. You do like seeing him jealous though, especially since this was his own best friend. You’ll pocket that for later though, refocusing on the bigger issue.

“What exactly did he say about me that made you come to your big conclusion?”

At your words, Haechan begins to blush again. He really is acting like how he did at the beginning of your relationship, you think. He’s not really looking at you, and you try to reassure him that he doesn’t have to tell you if he’s not comfortable. This clearly has been bothering him all day, and you assume that this has to deal with his confession from earlier.

“He just… he said that… that he would be submissive if he were with you. He said he’d call you… mommy.” He mumbled the words near the end, but you heard him clearly.

In a hypothetical world where Mark was dating you, he would let you dominate him. So Haechan, probably pissed that Mark was thinking that, thought of himself in that position, and also liked it? You feel warmth spread through your body, thoughts begin to fill your head.

You release a breath you didn’t even know you were holding. Haechan takes it as a sign of disgust, immediately backtracking. “I know it seems kinda weird, and I’m not saying that we have to do it now! I just-”

You cut him off, “Why didn’t you tell me how badly you wanted it?” He gapes at you, and you’re honestly quite surprised at your own words. You’re not sure what persona takes over you, but you’re filled with the desire to see this different side to your boyfriend.

Remembering a conversation before you started dating Haechan, before you both even hung out alone together, Mark had told you something about Haechan. At the time, it didn’t seem like it would be too important to your relationship, but now, you might see what Mark meant.

“Did you know that Haechan likes it when girls are mean to him?”

You laugh out at Mark’s words, “Why are you airing out his business to me?”

“It’s not not important! It’s just, like, you need to keep this in mind when you talk to him.”

“What are you saying?” You raise an eyebrow at him, sensing what his words mean in regards to you and Haechan’s relationship.

“Well, you’re the meanest person I know, so that means you and Haechan are meant to be together!”

He’s laughing at you, and you playfully yell at him to stop, shoving him forwards. You feel your face heat up before entering the dining hall, wondering if Haechan told Mark that he likes the way you speak to him. You can feel something stir inside you.

“It’s not that I didn’t want to, it’s just that I didn’t know if you-”

“Are you hard?” You cut him off, laughing at how he cowers in front of you. He tries considerably hard to conceal the small whimper that threatens to fall from his mouth, but it slips out. You hear it and smile sweetly at him, “Do you need help with that?”

He nods vigorously and you go to sit comfortably on his lap. He immediately wraps his arms over the expanse of your back, arms moving wildly in order to touch every part of you. You first place a chaste kiss to his lips, then you begin to slowly kiss him. Although he tries to keep up with the slow pace, you can practically feel how impatient he gets. His tongue traces every corner of your mouth, and you can feel drool slipping down past your lips.

When you have to forcibly pull him away from you, there’s a line of spit connecting your bottom lip to the corner of his mouth. You bring a thumb to his mouth to clean him up, giggling at how he looks at you with a daze in his eyes. While you’ve seen your boyfriend look like this before, it has never been quite like this. You set the pace, you have the control, you’re the more dominant one.

“I can feel how hard you are, just from some kissing…” he moans out at your words and you slowly begin to grind yourself on him. His hands instinctively move to grab your hips in order to set the pace, but you pull his hands off of you. “That’s not how it goes. Not tonight.”

He lets out a shaky breath, affected by both your actions and your words. It was somehow so easy for you to slip into this position, while he was the one struggling to tell you what he wanted. The feeling of you resuming to grind down on his dick causes him to whine out, trying to keep his hands at his sides. It feels so different, so messy, so good.

It’s not like you both haven’t been in this position before, but Haechan can feel that he’s extra sensitive tonight. Despite how he came multiple times last night and once more in the morning, everything always feels better when you’re there to help him.

He hears you whispering in his ear, licking stripes onto his throat. Your hands at some point made their way under his shirt, now lightly making scratches over his abdomen. With all of this combined, he feels himself coming close to the edge. He tries to lightly call out your name, but only small whimpers come out.

You look up at him, “What is it?” You already know that he’s about to cum, his hips subconsciously bucking up into you. The drag of his cock against your panties sends shivers up his spine. He can feel how wet you are, dripping through your underwear and letting him grind easier into you. You smile at him and reach for his hands, guiding them under your shirt and to your boobs. Finally allowing him to touch, he recreates all the images from his head last night.

As if he were a depraved man, he licks all over your chest, not caring how messy it gets. You moan out to him, and he gives you everything you want. You look down at him, his hair ruffled up and his eyes closed, suckling on your skin. He’s rutting into you helplessly, fully willing to cum just like this.

You have other plans though. So when he calls out your name in a high-pitched whimper, you pull yourself off of him. He immediately groans, hands moving to pull you back on his aching cock, but you push him down onto your bed. He looks so fucked out, and all that he’s gotten was a few touched. You smile at him, moving towards him to slowly pull off his sweatpants.

You’ve left him in his boxers, his cock straining heavily against them. You press a kiss to his clothed tip before moving up his body, right back up to his pretty face. His round eyes look up at yours, pupils blown out with lust. You smile down at him, your hand moving to hold his warm cheek. He nuzzles into it while you sneak your other hand down to lightly touch his cock

He lets out a shaky breath, shoving his head further into the pillows. You softly call him, and he focuses back on you. You move to kiss him slowly, kissing him deeply as your hand palms over his cock. You can feel him twitching in your hold, can feel how he pants against your lips. You press into his tip, feeling the patch of precum that’s formed as you scoff at him. He laughs, but is cut off when you go down to his balls.

His hips fuck up into nothing, chasing any stimulation. He’s moaning into your mouth, becoming needier with your barely there touches. He whines out, “N-need more, need you to touch me more.”

“But I already am? I’m touching you, aren’t I?

He nods quickly, “I know, but I just- I need to feel you…”

“My poor baby,” a quiet whimper follows, “I think you should just take what you get.” Your fingers move to circle tightly around his leaking tip, which he takes as a sign to begin humping against your hand. He’s quick, trying to quickly get off from all your teasing. He’s letting out small moans, embarrassed with how good it feels.

You can feel how close he is, his eyes shut, hand gripped onto your side as he incessantly fucks into your hand. He’s whining your name, begging for more, begging for you. With a smile on your face, you pull your hand away from him, watching in awe at how he cries out while fucking his hips in the air. You laugh out increduously, and Haechan has to forcibly grip himself at his base in order to stop himself from cumming right there.

“Can’t believe I get to see you like this… never thought that you’d be into something this dirty before.”

He cries out, shaking his head, “I’m a good boy, wanna be a good boy for you.”

You squeeze your thighs together, trying to help the ache you feel. You shush him, pressing soft kisses onto his lips as he moves to grind against your thigh. You press up into him and you can feel how hard he grinds into you, savoring the friction. He’s lost in pleasure, and you can tell by how his tongue moves lazily against you, cock searching for any relief.

Your hand slips under his boxers, finally touching him like he wants. He softly thanks you, bucking his hips up against the tight hold you have on him. Your thumb circles his tip, spreading his precum around to help the glide of your hand. He whines out, feeling too sensitive from being edged. “Slow down, Haechan.”

He just nods, not really hearing your words. His hips move in time with your movements. Eyes shut and eyebrows furrowed, only thinking about the softness of your hand against him. He needs more, needs to feel all of you on him. He moves to grab your hand, moving it to his chest. He looks at you with hooded eyes, telling you everything you need to know.

You’ve always known how sensitive his chest was, but before you could ever do anything, he’d swat your hands away with a nervous laugh. Now, being here, you circle his nipple, indulging in how he twitches in your hold, body shivering against the feeling. “So sensitive, you’d probably be happy cumming like this, right?”

He nods, subtly asking for more as he arches his chest into you, begging for your touch. You pinch his nipple and roll it around your fingers, Haechan shoving his head into your shoulders to hide the embarrassingly loud whimpers coming out of him. He’s leaking all over your hand, slick sounds coming from where you’re jerking him off. “Are you gonna cum? Gonna make a mess all over my hand?”

He’s far gone, feeling his warm breath against your skin as he helplessly fucks your fist. He’s so desperate, right now, taking so much from you when you’re giving him so little. You realize that this is what he’s been wanting all day, waiting for you to put him in his place. His hips begin to stutter against you, and you know he’s about to cum. In awe, you whisper out to him, “Are you gonna cum for mommy?”

He lets out a loud whimper, not even waiting for you to give him permission to cum.

You feel spurts of his cum all over your hand, how he bucks into your fist to ride out his orgasm. You help him, gliding your hand over his length until he whines out from the overstimulation. You chuckle as you pull your cum-covered hand away. Haechan watches in interest as you bring your hand to your mouth, licking up his cum from your fingers and swallowing. He groans before pulling you into one last kiss, tasting his cum on your tongue.

You both lay in your bed, your hands caressing his back as he lets out soft breaths against you, pressing light kisses to your shoulder. You both lay there, enjoying the warmth that your bodies are emanating. His breaths are getting deeper, slowly getting lulled to sleep by your touches. You press a kiss to the top of his head, “You did so well for me, Haechan.”

You can feel him smile against your skin as he falls asleep.

There’s been tension in the air.

Ever since the other night, you haven’t been able to keep yourself away from Haechan. No one’s bothered to make a move since then, the only thing he’s offered you are heavy stares and subtle kisses. Even though you’re supposed to be the one dominating him, it feels more like you’re waiting on him. You wonder if all he needed was one fix of you catering to his thoughts.

You didn’t want to beg him to let him dominate you, it should be the other way around. You aren’t sure how to approach it, not even sure how Haechan managed to tell you. It’s not embarrassing, but you don’t want to do something he doesn’t want to do anymore. If he really wanted it, he would’ve told you already.

Throughout the week, you try to signal to him that you’re ready, that you’re just waiting on him. You press kisses along his shoulder while he’s gaming, you rub against him while you’re out, you sit on his lap, hoping for something.

You don’t get it, and you’re sure at this point, you never will.

It isn’t until one day you’re getting ready to go out and eat with him, but this time, Mark has somehow made his way into your plans. You’re not upset with it, but Haechan was trying to usher you away from him. He tried saying that Mark was going to take your food while he wasn’t looking, and would try to make you pay for him, but you roll your eyes at him. Haechan is being too dramatic, but you remember the conversation they had the other night.

He’s jealous. You think you might use his jealousy today to benefit the both of you.

When you eventually meet up with Mark, Haechan has you tightly around his side, puffing out his chest. Mark doesn’t miss the hold he has on you, ignoring it to instead focus on greeting the both of you.

If Haechan never told you about their conversation, you would’ve missed the energy between the both of them. It’s at this point where you realize that the weird stares they sent each other a few nights ago match the ones they’re doing now. They’re challenging each other, Haechan making sure Mark won’t do anything out of line. Mark eventually breaks eye contact with him, turning to look at you instead.

“Just wanted to get some food with you guys. I haven’t hung out with you in such a long time,” Mark grins.

“If it weren’t for Haechan, I would still be going out to lunch with you,” you tease, trying to get a reaction out of Haechan. It works, hearing him grumble out intelligible words as he tries to get you both moving. You’re sure Mark wouldn’t actually do anything to impose on you and Haechan’s relationship, probably just enjoying getting back at his friend after so many years.

It doesn’t feel like that to Haechan though. He can feel his blood boiling watching Mark take all your attention away at the diner. Even if you’re seated right there next to Haechan, all your attention is on Mark, sitting right across from you. He doesn’t know what to do, feeling frustrated that your eyes aren’t on him, your hands not touching him, your mouth on his-

Okay. He has to stop his mind from going in too deep too fast. He tries for about a good five seconds before giving up, all the tension from this week suddenly piling up and becoming too much for him. It doesn’t matter if he’s the one pinning you to the bed or the other way around, he just needs you right now. If only Mark wasn’t here, he would’ve dragged you all the way back to your apartment already.

But he can’t, not with Mark practically taking you away from him at this point. All he can do is shove the last of his food in his mouth as he thinks of what to do. He can’t just tell you he’s horny in front of his literal best friend, so the best he can do is place a hand on your thigh. You’re not phased though, conversation still flowing between you and Mark. He takes out his phone, pretending to mindlessly scroll while he rubs his thumb on your inner thigh.

You don’t seem to mind until his hand trails up higher, your hand suddenly wrapping around his wrist, stopping his trail. You shoot him a quick look, and Haechan sends a smile your way. Your hand moves away while Haechan stares at his still left on your thigh. He gives it a squeeze, feeling how your thigh twitches under his hold. He bites his lips, trying not to get too hasty.

He wants to see how far he can push you until you break, until you pull your attention away from Mark and onto him. He realizes where your line is when he grabs your hand and places it onto his bulge. You push your hand away, swatting at his hands that chase yours. You can see how Mark gives you both a confused look, and all you can do is send him an annoyed smile as you fight with Haechan under the table.

You lean into his ear, whispering, “Do that again and I’ll leave you to cum by yourself tonight.”

Haechan immediately sits up straight.

Mark knows none the wiser of what you just said to Haechan, instead laughing at how he’s shut up so fast. You continue talking with Mark as Haechan sits there quietly, his cock hard and straining against his jeans.

Before Haechan knows it, he’s shoved against your apartment door as you kiss him, hands threaded in his hair as he whines out to you. “Shouldn’t even be doing this to you,” you murmur against his skin, “you were being so bad earlier.”

“I would’ve been nice if it weren’t for Mark taking away all your attention,” he huffs out, already out of breath from your ministrations.

So that’s what this is all about, you think. You pull lightly on his hair as you suckle on the mole of his neck, earning a small whimper. The shy and embarrassed Haechan from before is gone, taken over by a desperate and needy Haechan. His hands find your hips, groping at the flesh as he takes what you give him. “Needed you so bad, you don’t even know.”

“I could tell, you were practically begging me to fuck you in the diner.” He bats his eyes at you, grabbing one of your hands and placing it on his bulge again. You smile sweetly at him, lightly tracing the outline of his cock through his pants. His head slumps on your shoulder, falling apart immediately with the light touches you give him. You tease his clothed tip, his hips rutting into your hand to chase more pleasure.

You leave your hand for him to hump against, letting himself fall apart over you. You can feel a small patch of precum form on his pants, swirling your thumb around his tip as he moans out to you. He’s getting to the edge too fast, “Need you to- fuck, mommy, need you to-”

You cut him off quickly, “What was that?”

He looks at you with wide eyes, face flushed and panting as he tries to backtrack. His hands slip from your body as he steps back, trying to explain himself as if you both didn’t already talk about it. You grab his hips and push them flush to yours, “What did you call me, baby?”

Haechan whimpers at the petname, his lips messily pressing against yours as he moans into your mouth. He slots a leg in the middle of your thighs, his hard cock pressing into your upper thigh. “Please, mommy, please fuck me already.”

His neediness is getting to you, feeling his cock hump against your thigh. His voice sounds like he’s almost crying, just from light touching and dry humping. You can feel your own body go hot, moving your thigh up to press harder into his cock. He whimpers out a thank you as he presses harder against you, tongue intertwining with yours.

As much as it’s nice to see him fall apart like this, you’d much rather see him like this when he’s actually inside of you. You move to pry him off of you, ignoring his whines in order to pull him into your bedroom. He messily slips his pants off as he moves to the bed, laying back against your pillows as you watch him. You peel off your shirt and bottoms, sitting at the foot of the bed, eyeing your boyfriend.

You realize how much you like seeing him like this. He looks so soft, so pliant under your control despite how bratty he was being earlier. You can only assume he’s like this because of how much he loves you, your heart pounding in your chest at the realization. You send a small smile his way, hand moving to cradle his face as he nuzzles into your touch. “I can’t believe how you were hiding this from me, didn’t know how much you needed me.”

He hums along to your words, hand grabbing your wrist as he rubs his thumb along your skin. It all feels sweet, if only it weren’t for how his cock is straining against his boxers. You ignore it, moving to place yourself on top of him, one thigh in between his legs as you kiss him softly. At first, he melts in your touch, taking it all in. In about thirty seconds, you can tell how impatient he’s getting.

You can feel him squirm under you, his cock subtly grinding into your thigh. You continue to ignore him, pressing kisses all over the moles on his face. His eyes are shut, heavy breaths fanning across your face as he tries to hold himself together. You wait for him to unravel, wait for him to beg out to you. You want to know that he needs you.

All it takes are a few more kisses and a few more seconds of him humping your thigh before he gives in, “Just- can you… can you please touch me, mommy?”

His eyelashes bat at you, and you flash a sickly sweet smile at him. You slowly move yourself down, pulling up his shirt to expose his chest and stomach. You kiss all over where you can reach, hearing how he lets out a small whine when you get close to his nipples. “Would my baby mind me touching his chest?”

You place your lips over one, sucking lightly onto his skin. He whines, cock pushing against your stomach as you lick all around. You look at him through hooded eyes, looking at how his arm covers his face as he fights through the stimulation. He can feel how you smile against his nipple while your other hand tweaks the neglected one. It’s all too much and all too little, “Please, need you to touch me already. Need you so bad, mommy!”

“Hmm, but I’m already touching you?” you say messily against his chest, “what more do you need?”

He rubs his hand against his face, realizing that he’s never really begged like this before. His mind feels hazy over how fast you were able to do this for him, make him beg and feel humiliated. You are everything he could have asked for. He sucks in a breath when he feels your teeth brush against him, “Just- my cock. Need to feel you touch my cock. Please.”

“All you had to do was ask, baby.” You move further down, tapping his hip to get him to lift his hips up as you take off his boxers. His cock slaps against his stomach, red and leaking at the tip, now twitching at your attention. You ghost your fingertips over his aching cock, loving how he’s already whining. You wrap your hand over his length, thumb moving up to tease his tip, “Mommy wants to see you cum, do you think you can do that for me?”

He quickly nods, “Wanna cum for you, wanna make a mess all over your hand.”

“I’ve got you, my pretty baby.” You tease his tip with the palm of your hand, spreading around his precum. After a few more whines fill the air, you build a slow rhythm of fisting his length. All the sounds that fill the room are Haechan’s whimpers and the slick sound of your hand on his cock. You press kisses to his thighs, feeling how they jump with your touch. You look up to see him fucked out by just your hand, drool slipping out of the corner of his mouth.

You move your hand faster, watching how his hips fuck up into your hand, needing more than what you’re already giving him. One of his hands trails over his body, stopping at his nipple to squeeze at it. His other hand stops at his mouth, his fingers slipping into his mouth as he moans out to you. You squeeze your thighs together, breath getting heavy from just watching him.

You absentmindly tighten your fist around him, his cock twitching in your hold, “W-wait, I’m gonna cum. Can I cum? Need to cum, mommy, please let me cum!”

You frown at him, “Already? Can’t you hold on for a little longer for mommy?”

At your words, he cums all over the tight hold of your fist. Globs of cum land on your hand and on his stomach all while Haechan’s crying out in relief. You sigh out, thumb rubbing over his tip as he yelps in surprise. He tries to reach over to pull your hand off him, but you stop him, “Mommy wants to see how much more you can take, okay?”

Whines fill the air as you quickly move your hand over his length, cum helping the slide over him. It’s messy, slick sounds mixing in with your laughs as his thighs shake around you. His hands try to push against your own while his hips fuck into your hold. Tears threaten to slip from his eyes, his pretty lips open to let cries out. “What’s wrong, baby? Tell me what’s wrong so I can help you.” you say, feigning concern as your hand twists around his cock.

“H-hurts, hurts so bad that it feels good! Please slow down… just- just a little more and I’ll cum!”

“Aw, is mommy not doing a good job?” you say, practically mocking him.

“No! Please keep going, wanna cum again!” You can see tears slip from his cheeks, his face flushed as one of his hands tugs at his hair. You pull your hand away when he tells you he’s about to cum, hearing the loud sobs he lets out as you swat away his hands that try to wrap around his length.

“Mommy wants to hear how good of a job she’s doing, won’t you tell me how good I’m doing, baby?”

Haechan cries out when he feels you softly lick at his tip, your eyes staring up at him in a way he’s seen so many times before. It’s different now though, him genuinely crying out for you to let him cum. His mind is nearly blank, thoughts only being of you looking so nice between his legs. “You… Mommy's doing such a good job, making me feel so good. Just wanna cum, wanna show mommy how good she’s doing…”

With one last kiss to his tip, you look at him and smile, “Is that true, baby?” your hand moves to his pulsing cock, “It makes me so happy to hear you say that. Might just have to reward you, hmm?”

He cries out when you start moving your fist against him, one of his hands moving to hold onto yours, entwining your fingers. It’s cute, him needing your hold to reassure him. You move down to suckle at his tip again, catching Haechan off gaurd as he shoves his cock further into your mouth. He whines at the warmth of your mouth, you tutting at him for going out of line.

You quickly jerk him off, wanting to see him cum, needing to see him fall apart. You’re breathing heavily affected by your own boyfriend. “Cum for me, mommy wants to see you cum.”

He lets go at your words, cum spurting onto your fist, helping him ride out his orgasm. His hand quickly stops yours before you can try moving your fist over him again. You chuckle at the sight, moving up towards his face. You press kisses along his tear-stained cheeks, feeling the heat radiating off his face as he comes down from his high. You thread your hands through his hair, massaging his scalp as he sniffles.

You lean down to his ear, “Don’t you think it’s my turn now?”

“Will you… ride me?” he asks, shyly looking away from you.

You laugh at how cute he is like this, giving him one last kiss before you ask him to undress. He peels off his shirt and boxers, his eyes watching you slip off your bra and panties. He reaches out to you, trying to get you close to him. You smile as you sit right over his cock, sliding your wet cunt over his length. His head pushes back into the pillows as he grinds up into you, savoring the feeling of your slick all over him.

“Mommy’s gonna fuck you now,” a wide grin on your face as you put his tip at your entrance, teasing him as you shallowly let him slip inside you. His hands are balled into fists at his sides, his face scrunched up. You place your hands onto his shoulders as you slide down his length, the stretch sending sparks up your spine as you moan out. Even if you’re the one in control right now, it’s still your boyfriend you’re fucking, his cock almost making you lose focus.

His hands shoot up to your sides, holding onto your hips as you experimentally swivel your hips around his length. He’s holding back his moans, biting down on his lips as you bring yourself back up. Your nails dig into his skin, his length filling you up nicely. You look down at him, his eyes trailing up your chest before meeting your gaze, looking fucked out. “Tell me how much you want this, baby.”

He lets out a shaky breath, “Need you, wanna feel you cum around me. Wanna cum in you so bad, wanna fill my mommy up with my cum.”

At his words, you start bouncing on his cock. You watch his face, flushed out as his hands move to hold onto whatever he can. He gropes at your boobs, fingers teasing your nipples. The only noises in the room are his cries, your moans, and the sound of your thighs slapping against his. He’s breathing heavily, eyes watering once more. You realize what’s happening when you feel his cock twitch inside of you, your eyes widening in excitement.

“You’re gonna cum like this? I haven’t even cum yet, but you can’t help it, right? Didn’t know my good boy could be so dirty.”

He cums inside of you, hips moving against yours as you continue to fuck him. You can feel his cum slip out of your cunt, making a mess between your thighs. He’s moaning loudly, his cock softening inside of you. You laugh out at him, “You came so fast, it felt too good, right? I still need to cum,” you pout, letting your hips take over, “you’ll let me cum, yeah?”

You continue to fuck down onto him, feeling his cock twitch despite how much it might hurt for him right now. He’s fucking his hips into yours, crying out at the pain bleeding into pleasure. You rub your clit down onto him, grinding down slowly, “You know, I never thought that you’d ask me to do this. Thought you’d be able to fuck me every single time.”

He nods, not hearing you clearly as he follows your movements, cock hardening inside of you again. His cum mixed with your slick, stickiness all over his thighs as you move on top of him. He’d have it no other way, watching your face, showing him that you’re just as affected as he is. His hand reaches for yours, placing it softly on his throat. He looks at you, eyes begging you to do something.

You let out a shaky moan, feeling his cock twitch inside you when you slightly tighten your grip on his neck. “You’re still surprising me, can’t ever be satisfied with just one thing.”

You tighten your grip, moving your hips faster against him, him letting out little puffs of air. His eyes roll to the back of his skull, a soft whimper leaving his mouth, “I like you so much, mommy. I’d let you do anything to m-me.”

You let go of his throat, nearly toppling over him as you reach to kiss him. He tries to catch his breath between kisses, hands moving to your hips, moving your hips for you as you focus on him. It’s all too much, your love for him and your cunt clenching around him making it much more intense.

“Wanna cum with you, mommy. Wanna feel your pretty pussy cum all over my cock.”

You nod, whining out to him as you bounce on his cock, tightly sucking his cock into you. Your hands reach his nipples, toying with them, silently begging him to cum already. He kisses you messily, moaning into your mouth as he finally fills you up once again. He ruts his hips into yours, trying to get you to cum. It doesn’t take much, curling into him as your orgasm washes over you, Haechan whimpering out from how tight you’re clenching around him.

You’re lying on top of him, breaths heavy as you recover from your orgasm. You look at him through bleary eyes, hands moving to wipe the tears off of his face. You slip him out of you, his thighs shaking as you do. He’s warm, melting into your touch as you sigh at him, “You did so good for me, baby. You were such a good boy.”

He smiles at you, not saying anything else as he wraps his arms tightly around you, pressing your chest against his. It’s like this for a while, listening to his heartbeat in his chest while he traces patterns on your back. It reminds you of the other night, before this all started. You grin to yourself, realizing just how lucky you are to have a boyfriend like Haechan.

He mumbles out, too tired to properly speak, “You take such good care of me.”

It almost makes you cry in a way. Now you know how Haechan feels, to give someone your everything during sex. It’s honest, your love spilling out in everything you do. You felt like you were able to pay him back for all he does for you when you whine and beg. You whisper out, not trusting your voice, “It’s only because you take such good care of me.”

A few moments pass, and you remember, “How did you know what I was supposed to do during sex? Like, choking and all that stuff.”

His eyes closed in embarrassment, “Well, the other night I kinda… got off to… all these porn videos?”

You stare at him in amazement. You really are lucky to have someone like him.

Months have passed since the first time you dominated him.

Your relationship feels almost as if it were new, enjoying how Haechan tells you each of his thoughts. Hours of nonstop teasing him, him whining in your ear to make him cum. Days where he’s pushing your limits, getting off in front of you in order to get your attention. He says he’s willing to try everything that you want, willing to take any pleasure you give him because it’s you.

There is one thing that you want to try.

You know how jealous he gets of Mark when he’d subtly eye you, jealous that someone wants to take his sweet girlfriend from him. Jealous that his best friend was willing to call you mommy. Although he never really brings it up himself, you can tell that he’s quite possessive of you. Nights where he’d beg to cum in you, beg to let everyone know that you’re his proves your thoughts.

Although you think getting pregnant would be a surefire way to get Mark off your back, you think it might be easier to show him up close. You come up with a plan to let Mark see you and Haechan in a way he hasn’t seen before.

For a week, you deny Haechan’s advances towards you. You swat his hands away when he tries to grope your ass. You wear a tank top and tiny shorts around him. You whine and beg for him and once he shows interest, you ignore him. At first, he thinks being blatantly ignored is kind of hot because, of course, he’s like that. At the end of the week, he outwardly tells you he tried jerking off but couldn’t cum because he needed you to do it. Brat.

You decide to make your move after the week has ended. You text him after your class and ask if you could make a surprise visit. He agrees and you make your way to his apartment. You find him sitting at his desk, playing Overwatch with another person. You greet him and plant a soft kiss on his lips. Before you can pull away, he deepens the kiss, hands pushing your face towards him. You chuckle lightly, “Focus on your game, Haechan.”

“Can’t. Not when my baby looks so good today.” You hear a muted gag through his headset, and Haechan quickly tells his friend to shut the fuck up. You laugh at his antics, his arms wrapped around your waist, nuzzling his face into your stomach. You brush your fingers through his hair, and he lightly groans. You untangle yourself from his grip, moving to lay on his bed.

“Who are you playing with?” You ask

“Just Mark. Why?” He responds, a hint of jealousy in his voice when you haven’t even done anything yet.

“I was just wondering…” You make yourself comfortable on his bed.

He hums, resuming his game with Mark. You scroll through your phone, hearing the occasional swearing at Mark for not playing as good. You watch him from his bed, how focused he is on his game, his shorts showing off his pretty thighs, his fingers that tap against his keyboard. You bite your lip, putting your phone down to slowly make your way to Haechan.

He eyes you, smiling at you right by his side. He pats his thighs, silently asking you to sit on his lap. You happily agree, plopping yourself down as he wraps his arms around his back, waiting for another game to start. You sigh, nuzzling your face into his shoulder as you feel the vibrations in his chest from the chuckle he lets out, “My pretty baby, you look so cute right now.”

Before you can reply, you hear Mark speak through Haechan’s headphones. You can’t hear him clearly, but you do hear your name, which puts a frown on Haechan’s face. Haechan quickly tells him to mind his business, telling him to focus on the game that’s about to start. Haechan made this too easy, you think, relaxing into his touch as he begins his game. There’s words being exchanged, and every time Haechan gets a kill, he happily kisses you.

You think there might be a better reward other than a kiss. As the game continues, you begin to shift in his lap, pretending to get more comfortable in Haechan’s lap. You can hear how his hands stutter against his keyboard, quickly regaining his composure, thinking it was an innocent action. You smile to yourself, your boyfriend trying to hold himself back.

It’s not until you softly grind yourself onto his bare thigh, pressing light kisses on his neck. You can feel how hot he’s gotten, not really knowing what to do. It’s when he realizes that you’re only wearing panties under your shirt that he has to mute his mic to look at you increduously, mouth wide open. You say in a breathy voice, “Need you so bad, Haechan, wanna feel you…”

He whispers as if Mark could still hear him, “B-but, I’m still playing my game… and Mark could hear you…”

You can feel his cock twitch against your thigh, “You can be quiet, can't you? I won’t move, just wanna feel you in me.”

His round eyes look into yours as his hands rub against your thighs. He looks like he wants to kiss you, but he’s interrupted by a shout from Mark asking where he’s at. He quickly agrees to your words, pressing a quick kiss on your lips before unmuting his mic, asking Mark to once again mind his business.

You start your ministrations on him, rubbing the tent in his shorts, feeling how his cock grows under your touch. He bites his lips, trying to concentrate on his game, but getting distracted by your touch. He can feel how wet you are on his thigh, mind almost falling apart from how much you’re enjoying this. He shifts his hips once he’s hard, begging you to pull down his shorts.

He lifts his hips, helping you pull them down and seeing how he was wearing no boxers under his shorts. You eye his face, watching the pretty blush form on his face at your realization. You push one side of his headphones off of his ear as you whisper, “Gonna put it in now.”

His eyes move away from his screen as you pull your panties aside, teasing his tip along your slit before putting it at your entrance. You watch as he mouths out a please, his eyes fluttering shut as you slide yourself down his cock. You can feel how his thighs shake under yours as you sit down on him, holding himself back from bucking up into your heat. He can feel how warm and wet your walls are, your slick dripping down his cock.

He’s twitching heavily inside of you, and you have to hold back a laugh from how hard he’s trying right now. He has to stop whimpers from falling out of his mouth even if you’re not doing anything. You swirl your hips a bit, causing Haechan to let out a small whine as he ruts into you. You quickly mute his mic for him, hearing how Mark protests on the other end, “If you get some kills, I’ll start moving. If not, I’ll just sit here waiting for you. Is that alright, baby?”

He nods, lurching forward once more to kiss you messily. You laugh, motioning him to unmute his mic. You press your finger against your lips, reminding him one last time to be quiet. A shaky hand reaches to his mic, quickly answering Mark’s concerns, “It-it was nothing, I just hit my elbow on the desk.”

Another game starts, signaled by Haechan’s fingers against his keyboard. You continue your kisses on his neck, your tongue licking up his neck to his jaw. You can feel him shudder as his cock twitches inside of you. He tries to buck up into you, but you press down on his hips with your hands, stopping his movements. His eyes find yours, practically begging you to do something. You just smile, reminding him about the promise you made with him.

He bites his lip once more as he focuses on his screen, hearing the clicking of his keys. There are jumbled sounds coming from Mark’s end, apparently telling Haechan to hurry up. You can tell Haechan gets frustrated with him as he properly moves up, focusing on his screen to stop Mark from saying anything else. When you hear a ding from his headphones, saying how he’s gotten a kill, you begin to grind down on his cock.

He lets out the smallest whimper, hips pushing into yours as he shuts his eyes, trying to fend off any sounds that might come out of him. He can feel how deep he is inside of you with how slow you’re grinding against him. His hands are shaking, fingers messily moving against his keys. As soon as he starts getting more worked up, you begin to stop, laying forward against his chest.

He wants to start begging for you to move, but with Mark on the other side, he’s scared he might hear him. So he sits there, focusing on his game, trying to get another kill.

“Thought you were good at this game, baby. Making me sit here and wait for you to win,” you say, getting impatient with him. He shakes his head no, and you roll your eyes, “You still have to talk, Haechan. Poor Mark is waiting for you, too.”

Haechan hates how you bring up Mark while he’s literally inside of you. He shifts his weight around, lightly moving you against him. He can feel you clench around him, using every muscle in his body trying not to moan out into his mic. He wonders if that’s what you really want to do, and as he takes a quick glance at you, he sees the small smirk drawn out on your face. He lets out a shaky breath, excitement taking over thinking about what you might do.

After a few more minutes, he can tell how impatient you’re getting. It’s not his fault for missing so many shots, not when you’re tightly wrapped around his aching cock. You press kisses along his skin as your hands trail underneath his shirt, lightly scratching along abdomen. He can feel how you subtly move on top of him, trying to get off along with him.

“Thought you said you were good at video games,” you say a little louder, “if you were, I wouldn’t have to sit here to wait for you.”

Before he can respond, he’s cut off by you placing a hand on his chest, allowing you to sit up. You slide off of his cock, pressing a quick peck on his lips before slamming your hips down onto him. He lets out a loud whimper, hands leaving his keyboard in order to hold onto your sides. You look at his face scrunched up in pleasure, completely overwhelmed by how you’re fucking him.

“Can you tell mommy how good she’s making you feel?”

His eyes look into yours, bleary from the tears that threaten to fall from his eyes. He’s embarrassed and clearly aware of Mark being on the other side. Your hands make their way to his nipples, pinching them harshly, “If you don’t tell me, I’ll leave you here, make you cum by yourself with Mark still on call.”

At the thought, Haechan moans loudly, his words piercing through the air, “Fuck, mommy- making me feel so good! Need you to fuck- want you to- want you keep riding me!”

You can hear a loud, confused sound coming from Haechan’s headphones, but no sign of Mark leaving the call. At Haechan’s words, you put all your energy into riding him. He no longer cares about how loud he’s being, mixtures of whimpers and whines of your name along with the slapping of skin against skin fill the room.

“Sitting so nicely for me, letting me use you like you’re a toy. You like that, don’t you?” You emphasize your words with a quick tug of his hair, his hips bucking up into yours from the pain. As you try to move your hand away from his hair, he moves to keep your hand there, his round eyes asking you for more. How could you deny him?

“Use me as much as you want. Wanna be mommy’s toy forever!”

Drool slips past his lips, whispering out a messy boy as your thumb goes to the corner of his mouth to clean him up. You move your thumb over his lips, pushing past them and into his mouth. His tongue circles around, his moans muffled around you. You see how his eyes practically beg for more and more despite being consumed by pleasure. You can hear how there’s another game starting behind you, clearly hearing Mark still on call.

“Only I can have you like this, right? No one can fuck me better than my pretty boy.”

He nods, sucking your thumb as he begins to move his hips in rhythm to yours. Tears are welling up in his eyes again, your words affirming every thought in his mind. You know how much he likes to be praised, how much he likes being told that he’s doing a good job. You coo at him as tears begin to spill, your cunt clenching around him tightly to where his hips stutter against yours.

“You’re the only one that gets to see me like this. Isn’t that right, Mark?” Haechan removes himself from your thumb in order to moan out at your words, and you can hear how Mark disconnects from the game and from the call.

“Finally,” you moan out, rolling your hips faster onto Haechan, “he was taking too long to get off the call. Probably wanted to see how good I take care of my sweet boy, hm?”

“Yes! You take care of me so good, can’t believe I’m yours. Wanna show everyone that you’re mine!” He’s thrusting into you quickly, his tip hitting your sweet spot. You can feel how his body is shaking under yours, overwhelmed by you taking everything from him.

“Now Mark knows that you belong to me, that I don’t want anyone but you,” you say as you lick up his throat. His hips are stuttering against yours, close to cumming inside of you. You take his hand to your clit, trying to get him to get you off. In a whiny voice close to his, you ask, “Wanna cum with you, won’t you let me cum with my pretty boy?”

He can feel himself fall apart under you, the sight of you on top of him, using him for your own pleasure takes over his mind. He’s not sure what you just said, mind only thinking about you. He nods dumbly, fingers moving sloppily against your clit. He thrusts into you, trying to help you cum before him. He can hear your sharp whine as your face buries itself into his shoulder, and feels how your walls clench tightly around him as you cum.

He lightly thrusts up into you, his cum shooting into you as he whimpers and cries out to you. He’s not sure by how loud he’s being, but by how you move to kiss him, he’s sure that he’s being louder than you. Your tongues messily press against each other as you ride yourselves through your orgasms, feeling how he twitches inside of you. You pull off of him, a small whimper from sensitivity slipping out of Haechan.

“You did so good for me… just wanted to show my baby how much I wanted him…”

His tired eyes are filled with love when he looks at you, “Couldn’t have asked for anything more, love how you treat me. I just… I love you.”

You shyly laugh as you move to kiss him, letting all the love you have for him speak for itself. He holds you by your sides, smiling into the kiss as you giggle against him. There’s nowhere more you’d rather be than right here, enjoying your boyfriend and everything he has to offer you.

It’s not until you’re interrupted by Haechan’s phone ringing, making you both groan out. He begrudgingly picks it up, immediately smiling and showing you his phone.

[markly] 11:48, you guys are FREAKS

[markly] 11:48, YOU KNOW I WAS JOKING RIGHT… ABOUT EVERYTHING I SAID…

[markly] 11:48, KEEP ME OUT OF YOUR BUSINESS PLEASEEE 🙏 (or dont)

You smile as you read Mark’s texts off of Haechan’s phone. Your boyfriend laughs into your neck as he puts his phone down, wrapping both arms around you. You don’t think you’d want this any other way.

a/n: GOD. this was so long for no reason but im glad its out... i always wondered how people could write more than 10k but now I Get It. THANK YOU FOR READING!!!

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