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volleyball-dontknowher · 4 years

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hi! can i request a nsfw alphabet for kenma?

Thank you for the request!!!! I am not going to lie to you I think Kenma is secretly super kinky

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Warnings: NSFW

Requests are open

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

He doesn’t ever say much but always does little things to let you know that he cares, he likes to wrap his arms around you and play with your hair until you fall asleep, or give you a couple of little kisses. He cares about you a lot and will show it through actions not words.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

He loves his hands, they play video games, hold your hand and most importantly can make you cum within minutes, so versatile so great.

On you he loves your thighs, he loves laying his head in your lap while he plays games, getting pulled on your lap, and holding on to them while he is pounding into you or pulling them to his face while he eats you out.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

At first is super embarrassed when he would cum but after the two of you built trust in your relationship he gets more confident in where he is going to cum. He loves to cum deep inside you because he doesn;t like the mess, he also likes when you swallow because it’s not worth his time to clean it up. With you however he is going to want to lick it all up slowly and take his time to clean everything up. He likes it the lazy way most of te time but sometimes he likes to be messy and cum all over you.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

He has absolutely tried a vibrating cock ring and loves it, he loves that it can please him without him having to do any work, he would turn it to the highest setting and get off while he was playing games.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

He watched a lot of porn before he got a girlfriend and he picked some things up but he really just watched girls boobs bounce and their reactions, so he started out knowing the basics but was super nervous but was amazing his first time nonetheless. He only gets better every time you two finish you are blown away and wondering where he learned that.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

HOnestly if he can be inside you he likes it. He does really like having you ride him because he doesn’t have to do a lot of work and he gets to watch your boobs bounce and your face scrunch up. He also loves hitting it from behind and pulling your hair and being able to smack your ass and grab your boobs while he pounds into you, just depends on the day

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Serious. He isn’t goofy ever and sex is not going ot be any difffernt, he is very calm and serious, Getting him to actually smile at you with his eyes is going to be as goofy as he gets.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Carpet has brown straight hair and he doesn't see the point of doing any maintenance unless you ask him too then he totally will because he wants you to be happy and he wants to give you every reason to do it with him.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Usually a total dom and is going to be talking dirty and just focused on the pleasure for the two of you once he is done he becomes a sweetheart who cuddles right up to you but don’t expect that 90% of the time while you are actually doing it.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Doesn’t see the need for it anymore, he has you, if he is horny he is going to have you right there to help him out, if for some reason he is away at a con or something and you aren’t there then he is going to be in his hotel room, calling you so you can help him get off, he is going to be whiny and moaning and it’s not going to completely satisfy him so right wihen he gets back he is going to be on you.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

I feel like he is either a kinky boy or the most vanilla boy on the planet , but for the sake of this let’s all say that he is super kinky. Like I feel like he likes any and everything kinky. Call him daddy, praise him, he’ll edge you and deny you orgasms until he’s ready for that. He is going to be a total dom 90% of the time and is going to make you scream his name. Most of all I feel like he has a total voyeurism kink, like he loves watching you touch yourself thinking of him, or watching you suck off someone else and knowing that he is the one who gets to take you after that and that you just keep looking at him because no one else compares to him. He really trusts you when you do that but is still going to get jealous and intervene halfway through because he can’t handle it and will push into you. He is also a dirty talk God like something switches on inside of him and he becomes a sex God like he is going to leave you satisfied.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

He prefers his bed room where the two of you can make as much noise as you want and have privacy. He also likes doing it in the kitchen, living room or anywhere in you two have privacy.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

If he walks in the door and you have his gaming headset on with matching colored lingerie he is going to first whine that you take it off then fuck you so good that you can’t walk the next day. He also loves when you get on his streams and message things about how cute he is under your anonymous account that he knows is you, or when you actually do play with him. He also cannot handle when you run your hand up his thighs.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

He wouldn't let anyone see hickeys on either of you, he is protective of you and doesn’t want his fans saying anything about you. He also wouldn’t like to actually hurt you, get pegged or have him be blindfolded.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

He is going to love you giving him head and he is going to start off calm and collected when you start and is going to be looking down at you while biting his lip but once you start picking up the pace he is going to let out needy moans and pull at your hair. If he's really horny he is going to take control and fuck your face and make a mess out of you.

He really only eats you out when he is taking his time with you, he is going to be a total tease and have you screaming his name the entire time. He knows exactly what he's doing between licking and sucking on your clit. It only takes a couple of minutes for you to be screaming his name. He always gets a little ego boost from it.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

If he is dom mode he is going to be fast and rough enough that you aren't able to keep up with it all you feel is pleasure. If he's in a soft mood it's going to be almost painfully slow because he likes to watch every single expression on your face as he enters you and is going to kisses along your jaw as he teases you, eventually though he needs more and ends up speeding it up.

He is going to like to do them after a long stream or even between filming episodes, he gets really tense while playing and a quickie is a great way to release stress. He also loves them early in the morning when it’s quiet, these are usually some of the most loving because it is just the time for the two of you even if it is quick it is a lot of quiet love.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

He is willing to try a lot of things on you and try new positions, kinks and ideas, there isn’t a ton that he is not willing to try like he loves trying things with you.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

He likes a one and done type of thing, he takes his time and ends up lasting forever but he doesn’t like for it to take several rounds because he uses all of your energy in the first round.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

He likes toys on you when you are masturbaitng or he is teasing you but he is going to only like to use his hands to prove that he is the only person that can make you orgasm and just feel that good.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He is going to tease just so he can hear you beg for him, he is going to make you whiny and needy before e is going to give you what you want.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

He’s super quiet and is going to let out a couple low moans and grunts when he gets into it but for the most part the only thing you are going to hear from him is dirty talk.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

One time he was losing during his game and was super grouchy and a viewer commented something negative about you and he told them no, ended the stream and then went and pulled you into the bedroom and fucked you, he now has no one ever make comments about you

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

He is shy about everything but that, he gets his confidence for a reason he is probably like 7 inches with a thick base and he knows how to use it.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Honestly not that high, he really is ready to go at it about once a week maybe once every other week, but when he does it is not cut short by anything, he takes his time with you and gives you everything you want. If you do it more often it is going to be shorter but definitely as good.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

He either pulls out, pulls you close and then is straight asleep, or cuddles you until you fall asleep then gets up and goes to play games until he is tired (which is going to be never so you end up waking up and having to force him to bed)

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peachydyoung · 6 years

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paramour | d.sc (m)

— genre ➙ nonidol!au + patientwinwin!au + intern!reader + smut + angst

— words ➙ 10k if there’s spelling mistakes please excuse them. i’ve been up for like 20 hours and would like to go to sleep

— member ➙ Dong Sicheng

— warnings ➙ graphic smut, dirty talk, softdom!winwin + sub!reader, oral sex, sex, fingering + strong language + forbidden relationship. Mentions of mental illness but not directly linked with characters, addiction

There were a lot of secrets Sicheng had. He was struggling with his past addiction to Adderal and Xanax; no longer being addicted. And dealing with his insufferable snobby family. His obsession with drugs shifted when he met the new intern at the Psychiatric hospital, his old summer fling. Also turning out to be his therapist. Sicheng is desperate for love, and so are you. Everyone knows Sicheng is hard to resist.

↳ 01 ongoing

— ⚠️ DISCLAIMER⚠️ ➙ This contains a very problematic scenario. Please know that this is a story with an intriguing topic to read about, not to act upon. Each fic will have their own set of warnings, look at them and evaluate if they are for you. My intention is not to offend, or trigger anybody, I am here to entertain you and exercise my passion as a writer.

You bumped into your ex-boyfriend.

Although it was mandatory to speak at him since you did work at the same psychiatric hospital, you still didn’t like it. Especially since he was your superior Doctor and you were only an intern.

When you saw Wonho walking down the hall you couldn’t find the strength to let him look you in the eyes. So instead, you went down a different hall taking you away from your desired destination.

Though you didn’t have any romantic feelings for him anymore, you would rather not see him in a workplace environment. Seeing each other only led to uncomfortable confrontations and terrible work gossip. All of which you hated.

However, you were not going to let Wonho ruin your day. You had finally been given a patient to counsel, and you could say you were very excited. You were even more excited about finishing up your day and going home.

“So this means what?” You asked while Sue bit her lip, looking at your intern uniform. You wore a red top with the Therapy center's name embroidered into the upper right shoulder. It was paired with your old blue skinny jeans.

She nodded her head at you, smiling proudly and handing you your clipboard. “It means that you look cute and you’re ready for this patient. He doesn't like feeling like he’s here… ya know… in a hospital. So casual clothes are the way to go.”

Sue was the only person you could turn to as of recently. She was older than you by thirty-two years and a nurse at Old Thornhill psychiatric center, but you were still best friends with the women. It was as if she was just your older sister.

“No. This means I’m growing up.” And despite the fact that you loved some aspects of adulthood, you hated the tremendous pressure that was put on you. You couldn’t stand paying rent, you couldn’t stand part time jobs, and you couldn't stand living alone. You hated it.

“Isn’t that what you want?” She pushed her glasses further up her nose and clacked on her reception computer before looking back up at you.

“Not when I like how things are going in my life. Sometimes I welcome change, sometimes I don’t.” She chuckled, handing you your lanyard with your hospital I.D in it.

“Well once you leave you can be rid of Hoseok, our tortured doctor. And you can tell everyone you know what it means to be in a judgment-free, passionate, kind workplace.” You winced at her words. Sue still loved Hoseok. Hoseok being Wonho's more formal name.

And to be frank, Wonho was giving everyone shit for breaking up with you. He was stressed and not over you one bit, but that was his fault for breaking up with you on a technicality.

“Tortured?” You took the I.D card from her and put it around your neck, running a hand delicately through your hair. “How do you still bear him.” The hospital was doing slowly as of right now. There hadn’t been any extreme episodes in a couple weeks and everything was going fine.

“Forgiveness, Y/N. You would do well to learn that before you leave as well.”

You hated talking about Wonho. Everything that happened between you two was so public and tragic that reliving it was too painful for you to think about. But instead of staying. You quickly grabbed your clipboard and said a goodbye to Sue.

You hurried down the hallway faster than normal. You didn’t just run to get to your patient, you ran because Hoseok always came down this way at this time. And like you always so potently pointed out. You hated him.

You hurried to the door. Trying to peer into the room, the blinds stood in the way.

Oddly enough, you still opened the door, stepping in and realizing nobody was there. You cocked your eyebrow, looking behind the door and around the room. Patients were interesting sometimes, you never knew how their mind worked. So you wouldn't be surprised if a patient was hiding from you. But instead, you decided to sit down and see how this plays out. Maybe this patient was late.

You remembered Wonho. You remembered everything about him so clearly.

You had been standing next to an annoying intern all day. It was your first day at the hospital and you were getting a tour.

Amidst the commotion of the busy week and crowded hallway, you bumped into a stranger. You both tried to get past each other, but you were both stepping in each other’s way again, accidentally.

By then your group was long gone, and you were with some attractive stranger.

“Are you new?” He asked, a smirk present on his pink lips. It was the same man that you saw at the front desk. You nodded, pushing a strand of your hair out of your face. He continued to look down your body. You could tell he didn’t do this often, from the way people looked at him and listened to every word he called out, you knew he was respected.

“What’s your name?” The mysterious black haired doctor asked. The same man who you had been told was the most respected doctor there.

“Y/N.” You replied with a racing heart. He chuckled at you, your eyes drifting from his face and to his muscular arms. Maybe he wore short-sleeved doctor scrubs for a reason. The scrubs looked like they were going to rip, he was so buff. “And you?”

“Dr. Lee, but for you it’s Wonho… tell me Y/N, why aren’t you on the tour with the rest of the interns,” He asked with a self-satisfied smirk, knowing full well he’s the reason why.

“Someone got in my way,” You said back, acting as innocent as you possibly could despite saying something like that to your superior. “So if you excuse me, I’ll have to go catch up with them.”

“That won’t be necessary Y/N.” He edged closer to you, fingertips delicately running through his hair. “I’m your tour guide from now on.”

Sometimes you hated yourself for accepting that tour from him. You didn’t know you would end up causing yourself all this grief. You looked up, seeing your patient step through the door.

“—Listen, I know you’re here to get information out of me, but I’m not here for small talk, I’m here for my mother and friend. That’s all.” You looked down at your clipboard, reading over his information. Clicking your green pen and beginning to write down on the orange notepad, you smiled.

While you jotted down the beginnings of what would be your notes for this session, Sicheng took his time to watch you. He was good at examining people. It was one of his favorite things to do, he had a flare for analyzation. He liked your hair, he liked how long your eyelashes were, he liked the way the bridge of your nose dipped so graciously. But he found it hard to simply just figure you out. You had peaked his interest.

“Mr. Dong, I f—” An unfamiliar huff came from the boy.

“It’s Winwin, got it?” He sounded disinterested, a sarcastic sounding boy. His name surprised you, not vaguely familiar at all. It was him, the one and only.

“Winwin?” You looked up, shock apparent on your face. The brown haired boy smiled, slowly turning his smile into a sinister smirk.

“I was wondering when you would notice.”

You and Sicheng had a summer fling the summer after your senior year. Nothing came of it but a happy summer with a Chinese boy from your high school. His smirk deemed to be more troubling than anticipated, his malicious smirk giving you ideas of what he was thinking.

“Sicheng you can’t tell anybody,” Your breath hitched in your throat, giving away every single emotion you were feeling. You knew that if you backed down from your first patient, you would not get one again, and you needed this. You needed a good resume after you completed college.

“And why would I do that?” he smiled. It wasn’t a fake smile or a sinister one, it was one of true curiosity. “Afterall, you were my favorite thing to play with.”

“You’re not very quiet anymore,” you mumbled, recollecting how shy he was in high school and how he barely talked to people.

“That’s because I can speak English now. Learning Korean and English takes its toll on someone. You can’t expect someone who knew only Chinese to be the loudest person in high school.” And he was right. Sicheng was quiet in school. A quiet stunner. He was charming, kind, funny, and incredibly gorgeous. Below the surface was an incredibly deep-voiced boy with a hard personality. “And of course I’m not going to be my usual shy self with someone I’ve seen naked.”

You stared at him, narrowing your widened eyes and making sure he knew you were serious. “Sicheng. You can’t say a word. You can’t mention this at all.” He nodded, understanding that maybe it wasn’t in his best interest to tell everyone he had sex with the intern counseling him. Despite what everyone thought, he craved friendship, he wanted people to break the barrier of shyness he had up. Nobody ever would.

“So what are we going to talk about now prince—”

“And you can’t do that either. Or I’ll switch patients, you’re my patient, not my friend.” He frowned, leaning back in his chair and thinking for a moment. He finally spoke.

“Okay.” It was surprisingly soft as if he was thinking of what to do next, his hand extending to your desk to shake your hand. “It’s just really hard coming here when you feel like everyone out is get you—let’s start over—I’m Winwin.”

You smiled softly, taking his hand and shaking. You nodded at him. “I’m your doctor, Ms. Y/L/N”

Suddenly a wide smile fell on his face a laugh erupting from his lips as he watched you. Did he just? The inevitable answer was yes—yes he did. Heaving to catch his breath he giggled.

“You’re so gullible aren’t you! We’re gonna have so much fun Y/N…. now…. Down to business, do your job.”

Session 3, November 21st

It had been raining every day that week. It didn’t matter how hot or cold it was, the rain would come in light patters or heavy pounds. Today it had been on and off, giving only a few minutes of rainless bliss in between the heavy rain showers. You weren’t looking forward to seeing Sicheng, but at that same time, something was bound to happen when he came, that always excited you.

Jooheon and Minhyuk were desperate at that point for you to give Wonho a chance. They even wanted you to go out with them. Jooheon was courting a girl and didn’t want to go alone, while Wonho was trying to fix things with you. Jooheon thought a group setting would have been a better choice for everyone to connect.

Sicheng, on the other hand, was acting moody during his sessions. Sometimes acting cheeky and then other’s acting particularly sentimental. Though you knew that wasn't uncommon for him.

Sicheng bustled into the office, running his fingers through his wet hair and glancing at you momentarily, like always, he wore his infamous sparkly eyed smiled.

He shook off his jacket, leaving it on the coat rack next to the door and strolled over to his chair, falling back in his seat and chuckling. He didn't waste any time to start talking.

“You know,” he started. “I think your therapy is already working on me.” You blinked at him, nodding for him to go on with the little story.

“Really?” You asked curiously. “Go on, I would love to hear what you did.” But instead of jumping in, he raised his eyebrow at you and said something different.

It wasn't like Sicheng asked it innocently, he wanted to make you uncomfortable, he always liked making you uncomfortable. It was his favorite past time. He loved everything about the feeling when your face would mirror the disgust you felt inside.

“I haven't had sex in months,” he stated.

With a keen eye, you stared at him, a scowl plastered on your face as he smirked. These were one of the days that he was particularly controversial. He would always say or ask random things that were said to surprise you.

“I don’t think this is very—”

But you knew he had no care of what you thought in these particular moments.

“But I’m asking, so you should answer.”

No. That wasn’t how it worked. He had a habit of wanting things his way or no way and you were pretty sure he would give you shit if you didn't say anything.

“I don’t really care,” You said back, a tension settling over the room. Sicheng’s being a little more playful than your intense annoyed one.

"Do you have sex often, Y/N?" He asked, leaning closer to your desk in curiosity. If he thought you would ever answer, he was crazy. “From what I remember, you were a handful,” He recollected, bringing his finger up to his chin and thinking comically.

He stared at you, watching as your face contorted into different emotions. If it wasn’t enough to tease you about the old days, what was? He knew you well. He knew you like the back of his hand. It was easy to get into your head, it was easy to make you fall in love. “You were pretty demanding.” He chuckled. “Sicheng, I sucked you, so you have to eat me out. Sicheng get me food! I hate this position let’s try—”

“Sicheng!” You nearly shouted. Quieting down once you heard the volume of your voice.

“What?” He exclaimed. "I haven't had sex in months," he reasoned. "What do you expect, I can't find any women as demanding as you."

Remembering the many playful fights you had with each other over the summer. How he always made you sit on his lap when you got mad at him. How he wrapped his arms around your waist when you were talking to your friends, you began to feel a little... nostalgic? sad? “I want a demanding woman. It’s cute to see them try and disobey me.”

“This is insanely inappropriate. We’ve only had three sessions—”

“And you always used to swoop my hair to the side,” he chuckled “And I’d get mad at you because Yuta would always tease us and it was… embarrassing.”

“I—We never dated, we were friends with benefits,” you looked down, writing down random notes that would serve no help to you, all you wanted was to look like you didn’t care.

“You’re really telling me we weren’t a real cou—”

“Yes, I am,” you believed otherwise. Of course, you had to say anything to make Sicheng leave you alone. But all you could think about was how he touched you. You had always been very touchy, Sicheng just hated when people saw. And you had always thought of him as your boyfriend, though you never made it official.

"Do you have sex often, Y/N?"

"No."

“I feel like you’re lying.” he leaned back, crossing his arms as he watched you. “That hurts my feelings, Y/N.” How was he doing this to you? You had guessed it was just his face. You’d never lost your mind over a patient before. It was obvious he knew you inside out. "I don't like when people hurt my feelings.”

He knew what you liked and he knew what you lusted for. You might have had power, but he knew how to make the moved to override anything professional. The temptation is very dangerous.

You wanted to say something, but instead, you remained quiet. Waiting for your time to be up.

Session 5, November 23rd

“I didn’t realize I was so unimportant to you.” Sicheng leered as he walked around the therapy office, stopping at the window momentarily to take in the weather. It was rainy, as per usual. It always rained around there, around the hospital that is. It was always cold as well, always colder than everywhere else in town.

Sicheng was seen as a high-risk patient, although you had to disagree. This was your fourth session. The last two days gave you enough time to note all his previous tragedies after you exited his life. And to say the least—they were all terrible and tragic. But somehow Sicheng still remained oddly punctual. His mother was probably the only reason why he was still here, she was keeping her son here even against doctors advice. She’s convinced there's something wrong.

“Winwin, I hope you can elaborate on why you think that?” You replied, your head still stuffed in your notes, ferociously writing everything down about Winwin. He looked back at you, admiring how keen you looked with your hair down and speedily writing on your note sheet.

While he ditched you for drugs, he wondered who was holding you instead of him, and he felt guilty. He felt guilty for leaving when he had feelings for you. It might have only been a friends with benefits thing to you, but maybe if he stuck around he would have never gotten in the car accident and would have never been doing drugs. Somewhere deep inside him, he knew you were his, or else you wouldn’t come back, you wouldn’t be together.

“For one.” He began, turning towards you and walking closer to your desk, falling back into his chair that sat proudly in front of it. “You don’t look at me when we talk. And you talk to me like I’m your patient. I thought we were more than that.” You glanced at him, shaking your head lightly. He had been talking about his issues so leisurely, you were narrowing down medications and possible disorders he could have.

“I thought we were more when you cut ties with me after that summer. But I guess not.” He frowned, looking to the side and thinking of a comeback. But to no avail, he settled for a mediocre reply.

“I’m here now?” He gave with a wry smile. “Besides, we can be friend—”

“Sich—Winwin,” you narrowed your eyes at him. “I think one of the reasons why you feel depressed is because you never go outside.” He cocked his head to the side, thinking on what you were saying. It was obvious nobody had said this before. “You’re constantly at home not doing anything,” you explained. “You never hang out with your friends and you’re always being babied by your mother. When we were…. Together… You forced me out of my house, you had friends, you were happy because you were around people. If you try to reconnect maybe go out with Yuta or Taeil, you won’t constantly be thinking about your father or all the things you stress about.”

He thought about it for a moment. Looking at you to continue “You start doing that, or I put you on Lexapro.” You looked at the time on your watch, seeing that the session was nearing a close. Winwin looked conflicted, his arms crossed tightly and his body leaned into the chair with a frown on his youthful face.

“And what do I get? What happens if I listen?” Inevitably it wasn’t enough for him. He wasn’t the same boy you once knew. Once where there were soft curves now have rough edges, but it was refreshing, you knew he still had a softness to him. You knew the whole time.

“You get happiness. You get your friends, you get family, you could even possibly… get a significant other.” He cocked his eyebrow in amusement. Watching as your face blushed under your words. You were always someone who blushes easily.

“That’s not enough,” He simpered, leaning in closer to your desk suspiciously. You raised your eyebrow like you usually found yourself doing.

“And what can I do for you that would be enough, Sicheng.” A small smirk was present on his lips, his face mirroring something sinister.

“Tell me Y/N,” he bit his lip, staring at you with mischievous eyes. A wild gleam forming in his brown orbs. “Are you still as sexually submissive as I remember?” Your heartbeat picked up, but you wouldn’t realize until after he left at how nervous you were. You couldn’t feel or see your blush, but you knew you were turning red. “Because I would love to find out.”

“Mr. Dong,” You spat coldly at him, trying to remain calm. But you knew, some part of you really did want to be with this boy. Not because you actually liked him, more so because you wanted to bury Wonho’s chapter. You wanted to leave him behind. “I’ll be informing your mother that Lexapro is the new medication, she’ll know once you get home.” Winwin eyes filled with concern, immediately wishing he hadn’t said anything. He hated medication.

“How about a kiss on the cheek?” He suggested. “That, and I’ll do whatever you want me to do.” You weighed your options. Medication truly was the last resort since you didn’t really see a need for it. Wonho suggested it. So instead of actually giving him medication, you let it slide that Sicheng had been inappropriate with you.

“Fine.” You stood up from your chair, walking towards the door. You waited for him to gather himself and mirror your actions, watching his taller frame pull his chair back and stand up, rubbing his hands with a smirk he walked closer towards you. Standing right in front of he looked down at you, turning his face and waiting for you to give him what he wanted.

“I’m ready when you are, princess.” His old pet name didn’t come without complications. They came with recollections of what you both did when he used it, despite it being a bit cliche, it never got old coming from him. It tasted like honey on his tongue. Lily puckering your lips, you reached moved closer.

You should have known. Maybe you were too gullible.

In one swift movement, his face turned and a kiss was planted on Sicheng’s lips. His hands pulling your waist towards him, and he pushed you into the wall. You hadn’t really thought about it. You didn’t know what to do. You knew it was wrong, but somehow the feeling of kissing him back felt like a rebel. It felt too good to stop, and afterward, you knew you would act like you hated it when you both knew you didn’t. You, in fact, wanted it a lot.

The first kiss was soft, but as your back pressed against the wall, Sicheng inhaled sharply and grabbed your harsher, he kissed you harsher. His hands were running up your body wildly as you wrapped your hands around his neck. His palms were grabbing at your ass one moment and then touching your clothed core. And then slowly the kisses mirrored Sicheng's manner. Open-mouthed and tongue, the only sound being the way your tongues danced.

But slowly he pulled away, another malicious smirk playing on his face.

“Dr. Y/L/N, care to show me out?”

To say the least. You went home that day feeling a fool.

“So how’s everything for you Y/N?” Wonho asked, sipping his drink as he turned to you.

You didn’t know how, but somehow you found yourself roped into dinner with a couple people from work. You had finished seeing Winwin that day and you weren’t excited about seeing him the next day. Unavoidably he brought up the kiss, bragging and gloating as if your job wasn’t on the line.

And instead of meeting with his mother to discuss possible treatments, you were roped into Minhyuk’s little dinner, bringing you along with Sarah to be ‘The perfect matchmaker’ in his eyes. Jooheon liked Sarah and Wonho liked you. So there you sat at dinner, with Wonho’s muscular arm around your shoulder and Minhyuk basking in the fact he had just made you extremely uncomfortable.

“Everything’s great,” you hummed, trying to wiggle out of Wonho’s grasp.

“That’s great,” he smiled down at you. “We haven’t been able to catch up in awhile,” he mused.

But that didn’t matter. Nothing Wonho said mattered when you saw Winwin.

As soon as you saw Yuta, Johnny, and Sicheng walk into the same restaurant you knew that you would be in trouble in a matter of minutes. It seemed that Winwin had kept in contact with all the people from high school and you cut ties with everyone, but as Winwin spotted you, there was no hiding the fact that he was excited.

And if it wasn’t enough for Winwin, who you knew was spilling all the things he had said to you to them, giving you looks was. And the looks he gave caused attention. You guessed he was betting on the fact that Wonho or someone else would see. He was betting on the fact he would see how uncomfortable Sicheng made you.

“Will you excuse me?” You asked, not waiting for a response as you grabbed your bag and shuffled off towards the bathroom.

The way he turned to Johnny and Yuta and skillfully told them. The way his eyes traced Wonho’s arm but still had an unwavering smirk on his face pointed to all signs. Dong Sicheng would not stop until he was yours. He had listened to your advice, he had made out with you, and he was pointing to the fact that you both had a connection. And here he was, at the same place you were. It had to be a sign.

You didn’t know why you left the table, you weren’t too shaken up to need a break. But maybe a part of you, no matter how deep down, wanted Sicheng to follow you.

He had been wearing blue jeans and a white t-shirt, yet he always managed to look good. It was a wonder to you that only three sessions in, Sicheng had commanded full attention over you. It was as if you were pulled to him. Not a feeling of love, but a feeling of ‘you’re attractive and I need somebody’ despite how desperate it sounded.

“Were you waiting for me, Princess?” His voice hung thick in the narrow corridor, watching as you leaned up against the wall and smiling. “I didn’t know you and Dr. Lee Hoseok were a thing—”

“We’re not,” you shot down quickly. His raised his eyebrows, sauntering closer to your form. His elbow resting against the wall as he stared at you, his breath fanning your face.

“You deny it quick Y/N… almost as if you don’t want someone to get the wrong idea.”

There had been to many encounters with Winwin to have another tense one that would reply itself in your mind for days.

“Can you stop following me?” You asked harshly, trying to redirect the conversation although you knew that it was all a coincidence.

“Following you?” He asked a little shocked. Coincidences meant something, they always did. “Does the idea flatter you? A handsome boy following you.” And then suddenly he was in front of you, his lips eerily close to your collarbone. “I wasn’t following you if that’s what you think.” He suddenly pulled away. A smile illuminating his handsome features. “But if you want to flatter yourself with that idea, I don’t object.”

You didn’t know why you were feeling this was, to be honest. And it was a really hard feeling to analyze, you didn’t know what you felt, all you knew was that you felt it. You stared at him, taking in his casual appearance, the glow on his skin, the smile on his face. It felt normal, like you two were normal but then again, you weren’t.

“You should get back your friends, Y/N, you don’t want them to come looking for us.”

The regret would come in quiet moments, in times where you could stop and think. Before you went to sleep when you were in the shower, or even now. As Sicheng stood over you, your veins coursing with adrenaline. Your heart rate picking up. And no matter how hard you pushed back, temptation pushed harder. And finally, you wondered why you could never control yourself.

It seemed unfair that no matter how hard you strived to be a good, responsible, decent human being, you were constantly taunted by your desires. Each one is more tempting than the other, and somehow you never learned. When it came to love you thought with your feelings, your logic coming in afterward.

“Will you be able to survive without me?” He asked, amusement woven in his voice. “It’s only until tomorrow,” He pouted. “You can wait that long rig—”

“Just go Sicheng.”

He had always been the one to tease you. Taunting you with his words like it was some kind of joke. You resented him for that. He put his hands up like you were the police. Like you had caught him stealing drugs, he used to do years ago. With a smirk and his hands up, walking backward, there was no more good cop and bad cop anymore. Because there was a part of you that wanted him, and you hated yourself for it.

Why couldn’t you want Wonho? Why were you set on having someone you shouldn’t have. And Wonho was perfect for your life right now. He had money, a stable job, he was kind (notwithstanding) and endearing. But no. You wanted an ex-addict, summer fling, with daddy issues. It stumped you. Your back still against the wall, your body vehemently trying to regain air as you stood there shocked.

Just go, Y/N. Get out of here. And so you did. Pacing back to the table with your friends, the buzzing, and smiles of the group rendering you jealous. Had you wanted Winwin to come over? The question raced through your mind. There was no other possible explanation for why you stood up. You knew he would come, you knew that the whole time. So why put yourself in a situation you don’t want.

“I need to go.”

They all glanced up at you. Minhyuk’s face dropping at your skittish demeanor. You guessed that it was good you told Minhyuk your doubts about you and Wonho, at least then you wouldn’t have somehow created a huge lie on why you wanted to leave or looked so nervous.

“Okay…?” Minhyuk trailed off, his head cocking to the side and a concerned look painted on his face. Wonho on other-other hand wore an indignant expression irritably snatching his water from the table and taking a long sip. You glanced at him, taking you purse that laid on the seat.

“Get home safely,” he simmered, anger watered down by his self-control. You nodded, pushing the doors of the restaurant open and walking in the drizzling night.

Session 7, November 24th

He stood outside the door, heaving a loud breath and smiling momentarily. He was excited to see you again. Old mannerisms coming back like they never left. It felt odd from his normal behavior, though still apart of him, he liked it. He liked that things were coming back to normal. He liked that he saw Johnny again. He liked Taeil and Yuta. And he liked you.

The knob of the door turned slowly, commanding your attention at how eerily slow it was going. You smoothed your hair quickly and had already taken out your notes, looking for even the slightest chance of progress with Sicheng. “So you and Wonho,” He started with, opening the door and closing it softly behind you. Pushing his soft brown hair from his eyes and smiling weakly.

“Would you stop bringing him up?” You asked more forcibly than you should have. Sicheng looked uncomfortable. “You always butt into my personal life like it’s a game. Stop it.”

He quieted down, nodding his head slowly at you, seeing the sudden outburst. But with him you never knew, it could all be a game. “So tell me.” You began. “Have you made any progress?”

And then that session, something very odd happened. It was almost like a switch went off. Sicheng had been showing incredible progress. He had gone back to his old self again, his high school self.

Shyly answering your questions with thoughtful answers, minimal laughing, and smirks. Just soft smiles. He was enchanting to watch, not knowing if it was your treatment or outburst that changed him. And then slowly his answers fell back into the same rut. Switching between provocative and shy, some being a mix.

“You seem to be doing good you,” you mumbled, leaning back in your seat and setting down your pen.

“Because of you princess. You’re the first one not to shove pills down my throat and expect a change.” Princess. The pet name reminded you why you were here. A grin sat on his face, proud and happy.

“It’s just… are you lying? Because it seems so quick, you’ve been in therapy nonstop for a year.” He raised his eyebrow and crossed his arms in displeasure.

“No. I’m not lying, Y/N. We’ve had six, now seven sessions, I think that’s enough to show some progress.” You nodded, believing him for once. But you dreaded what was to come. “Well—I’m afraid that you have 6 more sessions to go in the treatment. After that, you can decide to go somewhere lower risk or just stop. I’ve talked—convinced your mother and she seems to believe me.” As much as he tried to hide his smile, you could still see the ends of his lips turning in a happy dance. He looked at you, his lips falling into place.

“Than why do you look sad?” He asked. “Is it because you want to see me more?” An arrogant smirk found it ways on his face.

And that absolutely was not it. You had decided not see him for the same reason you wanted to see him. You liked him.

“Next session will be our last session. I can’t keep seeing you, you’ll be in good hand, Dr...“ You shuffled through your paperwork, looking for a name. “Dr. Lee Jooheon will just take over. He won’t ask any personal questions, he’ll just make sure you’re sticking to the treatment plan.”

“Are you fucking serious?” Sicheng’s voice turned dangerously deep, his eyes widening in disgust for what you were proposing. Despite the fact he liked you, you were one of the only advisors he’d ever trusted, and not being able to talk to you, to smell your fruity perfume saddened him. “Why? Why now? Why can’t you see me?” His eyebrows furrowed in a cocktail of confusion and anger.

“It wouldn’t be very appropriate for me to keep treating you,” you sighed, this was only your first time meeting a real patient and you already screwed everything up.

“How? Is this because of the kiss? I won’t do it again.” He leaned forward angrily, his demeanor becoming aggressive and volatile.

“ I’ve grown... very fond of you. My opinion is no longer neutral everything I say will be bias—“

“You’re not going to see me because you like me?” His voice raised, his volume at a staggering level. You were thankful for the soundproof rooms in the place. He slowly stood up, his face getting closer to yours.

“Excuse me?! I don’t like you!” You raised your voice back, slamming your hands on the desk and standing up to match him.

“I won’t fucking act on anything if that’s what you want to hear!” But you knew that you would, sooner or later.

“This is my career. It’s against my work code, I could get in trouble. I’m exploiting my power over you. If I do it to gratify my own sexual, financial or egotistical needs, it's a violation. If I say I can no longer treat you, you’re just going to have to accept that.”

His stood back, looking at you, his face distorting into despondency and he heard the words leave your mouth. “But please Sicheng… Don’t let this affect your treatment. You’re doing well. I want you happy.”

“You would make me happy.” He whispered, his voice cracking under the tension in the room. “You always made me happy.”

“Sicheng you need to leave.”

“It was always you.” You looked into his eyes. In his brown orbs, reflected the thing you didn’t want to see. All the lonesomeness and depression gathered into one set of beautiful brown pupils.

“Winwin… I’ll see you next session.” And very slowly he leaned away, glancing at you once before shoving his hands into his pockets and walking away.

When Sicheng arrived home that night the only thing he could do was call Taeil. It was as if Taeil knew that he liked you already, the way he narrowed his eyes as Sicheng talked about counseling, the odd change in behavior. But when Taeil didn’t, there was only one thing he could do.

He threw himself onto his bed, unsurely reaching for his leather belt and sliding it free from the looped jeans. He tugs his pants off, not bothering to even unzip his pants, and finally, until his hard cock sprung free. Recollections burned through his mind. You're flushed face whenever he said something suggestive, the way your face turned red with anger, the way he used to touch you. Unsure of himself, he closed his eyes. Reaching down and touching his member, quickly pumping his shaft, obscene fantasies of a forbidden relationship flashing through his mind. You were sure you would feel better. He was sure if he fucked you, you wouldn’t be able to resist.

He groaned loudly, using gentler strokes as he came all over his hand. It wasn’t what he wanted, but for the time being, it would have to do. That is until tomorrow.

And he was irrevocably and unconditionally obsessed with you.

Across town, you sat in your apartment, clacking away at your computer in the dim lighting of your kitchen. There hadn’t been a moment that day where you were able to dwell on Sicheng. You had thrown yourself into college and work, not once paying mind to the aching feeling in your heart. But as the day grew into a night, a heavy feeling washed over you.

In this sadness there was no past or future, just living the moment. Time would slow and as you walked onto your balcony, looking onto the busy street, it caught up with you all at once. The wave, the drop of your stomach, the emotional displeasure. You looked to the side. The plants you placed there with Wonho were wilting in their pots. You could taste the rain in the air. This was a loss.

You leaned on the balcony, bringing your head in your hands and groaning. And at that moment alone tear traced down your cheek. Once that pieces fell, they all came tumbling down. Accumulating into a cry, then a sob, then into total hysteria. You cried as if the ferocity of it might change the vital decisions that brought you here. Trying to work in this profession, accepting Sicheng as a patient, liking him. It was as if by the sheer force of your grief would make the issue disappear, come undone. But the issue was it. There were no questions, no turnbacks. It stood at a standstill. You stood at a standstill.

And you were irrevocably and unconditionally falling deeper into Sicheng.

Last session, November 26th

Sicheng slowly tugged his jacket off. Eyeing you as curiosity bit at him. Instead of sitting at your desk, and his usual white uncomfortable chair, you were now both on the couch, you one side and Sicheng too close for comfort.

This session you at least wanted Sicheng to let out his feelings in a more friend mannered way. Maybe this way it would be a proper goodbye for him. He did have feelings for you, but he was also your patient, and you had a job to do. You needed to make sure he was safe.

“I need to make sure you don’t hurt yourself.” You tenaciously began. “If you feel like hurting yours—”

“If you think I’m going to hurt myself because of you. Your dead wrong and a bit conceded.” He crossed his arms and menaced, his brown eyes reflecting something resentful. “I’m not going to do anything.”

“I wasn’t asking because of the events yesterday, Sicheng. I was asking because it’s very emotional and stressful to switch therapists, I don’t want you getting too stressed or… yeah.” You trailed off not knowing where to go after that. Yes, you did ask him about hurting himself for those reasons, but you also asked because you knew he liked you and was a very emotional person.

“You’re the same as all the other ones. Useless.” You bit back a retort, trying to convince yourself it was because he was troubled. But you knew that couldn’t possibly be true. You knew he was a normal boy with more issues than the usual person. His mother kept him here. That was all.

“I’m useless?” You asked, defense mixed in your voice. You tried to remind yourself that you were the therapist, you had the power. But you weren’t. Sicheng had the power, he had it all. “What about you? You seem to only operate when I’m around! You seem to only listen to me! You’ve gotten better because of me. What’s useless is you doing drugs and killing your—”

“Don’t.” He stared at you. He wasn’t shocked. But you had been. That you were going to let yourself so carelessly say something like that, use his past against him. The worst part was that you knew you were doing it. “I’m going to fuck you one this couch.” He spoke. His words slipped cooly from his lips. As if he told you he was thirsty or need a bathroom break.

Heat slammed straight to your core. You knew you were going to fuck him, but it felt better if you told yourself not to, to make it seem like you used your self-control, even though you didn’t.

Shocked, you didn’t move or say anything, you just let him do what he wanted. The reality of his words hit you. Wonho never crossed your mind with him, never. You were going to fuck him like you did in high school. And you were excited.

You leaned back onto the side of the couch, Sicheng crawling and closer and closer to your lips. You tried not to act like you wanted it. But you knew if he said stop he would. Leaving inches between your curious faces, a slow smirk smoothed over his face. His parted lips rammed against yours in a frenzied kiss. His warm lips moving quickly and seductively, just like you remembered. His hands pushed your waist down into the couch, grabbing on to the sides of your love handles and pulling you over him.

The familiarity of the scene took over. You on his lap, over his jean-clad body, his hands gripping your ass. Your tongues dancing to the beat of the rain that pattered outside.

Slowing down, the kisses became sloppier, tongue melting each other like it was second nature. Sicheng made sure you knew he was his, and that you were to do what he said form the moment you first met him, and you weren’t going to question it now.

Soft moans filled his mouth as he bit down on your lip, your hands coming up to cup his face. Your soft fingers tracing along his Adam's apple. He got more handsome with time. He was irresistible now.

His hands reached for your shirt, peeling the red uniform off your hot body and desperately.

His lips soon attacked your neck, probing your collarbone with his skillful tongue. Flat against your stomach as they slowly move lower and lower to your jean zipper. The slow anticipation of the zipper being pulled down excited you. You moaned at his action, warping your arms around his head and pulling him closer. He pulled them down forcibly, letting the pull at your thighs, before reaching for his own shirt, and pulling it off his body.

He had a small build. Small, muscular, skinny, and hot. Your skin was flush against his like it used to be. He met your lips with one more frenzied kiss. “You want me so bad, don’t you?” Sicheng’s voice was gruff, asking a question he had already known the answer too.

You didn’t say anything, you just let him kiss you, knowing that saying anything would further admit you were doing something bad. He chuckled, his warm hand clutched your ass and smirking. “Do you?” He asked once more, waiting for an answer.

“Y-yes, Sicheng.”

His slender fingers, slowly climbed the surface of your thighs, reaching for the hem of your thin thong. You watched him, your eyes tracing the sight of his digits. But all he did was toy with the material, bringing your lips into another kiss. It was as if he was addicted to it. Never getting enough of the sensation your touch gave.

“Sicheng.” You moaned shamelessly, “What are you doing?” There was a growing desire in your underwear, unbearable to keep there. “Touch me.”

Without another word he dragged the material down your legs, watching as they bunched up at your jeans. His gaze flickered to the door and then back at you, pushing you off of him and back down on the therapy couch. With your back against the soft cushions, he finished his job. Slowly pulling the two articles further down your legs until they were completely off, leaving you still in your bra and vans sneaker.

He spread your thighs wide, sifting his body onto the ground as he became eye level with your core.

“You’re just as pretty as I remember,” He gushed. And then slowly he pushed his finger inside of you, testing the waters as he got no reaction from you. A small chuckle leaving his lips as saw your reactions. He slipped a second finger in, your eyes shutting tightly at the new sensation. And gradually, he thrusts harder into you.

“Faster…” You groaned softly, steadying your breathing.

“Sweetheart, you’re making a mess,” He snickered his voice only used to tease and mock you as you begged for him to speed up. He wanted to be in charge today. He wanted to take back his power. “You’re dripping down my hand.”

And then out of nowhere, as if he couldn’t contain himself, his lips wrapped around your clit sucking it harder. His fingers worked skillfully in you, as he his mouth worked to ravage through your folds. Hyper-aware of the feeling— you let out a high pitched moan, your hands flying to Sicheng’s hair and pushing him closer into you.

He did his best to lap all the juices that leaked from you and continued to stimulate every part of your body he could. His tongue shot into your clit, flicking and sucking on the sensitive nub, before taking long kitty licks over it.

“Sicheng!” You gasped. “I want you so badly.” You whispered a twinge of sadness in your voice. But he didn’t pay mind to you, he continued thrusting his fingers in and out of you. Curling them to reach your sweet spot.

Sicheng was always a private person. He didn’t like being touched in public, he had trouble accepting compliments, he was always awkward when he met new people, but there was something about him that drew people in. Everyone wanted to be closer to him. When you knew him he wasn’t shy, he was WinWin.

“One moment sweetheart.” He didn’t say it with an ounce of seductivity. He said it like you were a conventional couple.

He pulled his fingers from you, wet and shiny from your wetness and reached for his belt. Messily unbuckling it and unzipping his jeans in haste. He didn’t try to take them off yet, he simply went back to your clit apply pressure with the pad of his thumb over the nub.

As if the pressure wasn't enough, he pressed harder, you brought your hand in front of your mouth, screaming into it to lessen the noise you would make. You weren’t sure if it was that hot in the room or it was Sicheng, pleasuring you to the point that your body felt hot all over.

He had inescapably gotten better from when you last did this.

“Are you close Sweetheart,” He chimed, your breath betraying you, desperately gasping for air. He looked up at you, his finger inside of you and his face shiny and wet. Your hand fisted his hair, nodding at him feeling yourself reach the breaking point. “I’m already close Sicheng.” You admitted, just above a whisper, not having the energy to say anything louder. You knew this was wrong. You knew the whole time.

“Wait till I’m inside of you.” His deep voice ordered you, sounding octaves lower at that moment. His voice alone was something any girl would dream about. It was deep, dreamy, and always sounding incredibly gruff. Like a rising storm, his voice would always do wonders for the people he talked too. It was torturous.

You were becoming undone in front of Sicheng, your patient, and had no way to stop it. It was a powerless moment, but you liked the feeling. “Do it now.” You warned him, wanting him to fuck you before you changed your mind.

He pulled his hand away from you, sucking his fingers clean before reaching his back pocket and pulling a golden packed out. It was almost as if he knew that he was going to do this the whole time. That he somehow planned that he was going to fuck you.

You had remembered how big he was, surprisingly slow he wasn’t as small as people thought. He was thick and moderately sized. Your perfect size. He stood up. Pulling his pants further down his legs until they pooled at his shins. Underneath you could see his painfully hard member inside of his white boxers briefs. And he was big, just like you remembered.

You were already laid down on the couch, your back resting on the outside arm.

“Are you excited?” He asked, his eyes gleaming with mischievous as he asked the question with a smile on his face. You rolled your eyes at him. Seeing him rip the packet open and roll the rubber material over his hard member. And to be frank, you were excited.

Maybe it was the way you were always pulled together, or because you wanted to get Wonho out of your mind. It could even be that you had a little crisis thinking about the future. But one thing remained true, it wasn’t a maybe, it wasn’t a question. You wanted Sicheng.

With the condom on, he slowly lowered himself onto the couch, settling between your legs and getting ready for his entrance.

He gripped your waist with his hands, pushing you into the couch, reaching his over hand to line him up with you. He pressed his lips to yours, hungry and passionate. And then all at once, he thrust into you once.

You whined. Your arms tangling around his neck and pulling him into your nape. “Oh my god.” You whimpered, the feeling of guilt and pleasure filling your stomach.

Staying in that position before he made any further movements, he groaned at the feeling of him inside you. Finally getting what he wanted so many times before. You felt like home.

He leaned his head back gripping your waist as he began to thrust into you. He filled you well, creating butterflies in your stomach as his cock throbbed inside you. He thrust harder and harder, picking up speed and pressing kisses to your lips.

He never truly moaned, there were just groans. Deep, guttural groans that came from the back of his throat. You felt your body arch into his body, feeling the pressure build up inside of you and the tingling throughout your body. Starting at your ankles and rising all the way to your head until your entire body was enveloped in pleasure.

His digit rubbed circles over your clit, watching your face contort into different emotions as you took to different actions at once.

And somehow his actions contributed into one big feeling, too much for you to take at that moment.

“I touched myself last night thinking of you,” He whispered into your ear, prompting a whimper to leave your lips. “What a shame.” He pushed his head into the nape of your neck as a frenzy of groans left his mouth. “That you couldn’t help me then.”

He rubbed painfully fast circles on your clit, and you screamed. You screamed so loud you were sure someone could hear.

“Sicheng,” his name left your parted lips. “I’m—”

And then you came. A low wave, a feeling of relief wash over you. Your hands tugged on his brown hair, knotting your fingers in his roots and moaning. And he rubbed against your g-spot each time without ever missing. He felt so good.

He felt your cum on his cock, grunting at the new lubricant he could use to make you come again. “Forgive me.” He bit his lip. “But you’re coming again.”

You nodded perilously, letting him slip out of you, the veins protruding from his hot, hard cock as you watched him sit back down on the couch. “Ride me, princess,” he encouraged.

Following his instructions you slowly got to your knees shuffling your way over to his lap, swinging your knee over him. You gazed at him, your hand reaching for your jaw and holding it gently. He smiled softly, lining himself up with you and letting you sink down onto him.

He gripped your waist, helping you move up and down on his shaft. He threw his head back and moaned, for the first time in forever. His head came slingshotting back into your neck lost completely in a lustful haze. Yours groaned yourself, letting his cock hit you in every place possible. “You’ve had practice.” He mumbled on your collarbone, slamming his hips up to yours, causing you to shriek. “With who?”

“It doesn't matter,” you whispered.

And it didn’t, because Sicheng wasn’t in your life for four years, but somehow he felt like it did. He didn’t like the idea of someone touching you, regardless if he wasn’t around and he didn’t care for you at the time. “You just feel so good,” you whimpered tears welling in the corners of your eyes from pleasure.

Each crack of his hips became harder and harder. There was silence between you. Only the rain and the sounds of your skin meeting. And at every thrust, another shot of pleasure was pushed into you, more tingling, more burning, more moans. “Go faster,” He whispered.

And with a snap, you both fucked on the couch harder than you had ever ridden someone before. The moans from both of your getting louder and more panicked, your hands gripping every part of each others body. His tip rammed in and out of you, the tip of his length hitting against your cervix with every movement.

Without warning, you yelped.

“Sicheng!” Your legs shook violently around him,, your walls pulsing as Sicheng held your body into his chest, he followed your path. His breathing becoming ragged and warnings leaving his mouth.

“Baby, I’m going to come.” He groaned before ramming into your harder than he had previously.

This was more than just sex. Although you knew it was wrong and it was of that… just sex. It still wasn’t. You had somehow known that he would end up happening. You felt as if maybe Sicheng was the missing puzzle piece in your puzzle. But if that was true, why did the cosmos insist on making it so hard to be together. Your actions would have consequences, but at that moment you didn’t care. Because you wanted him so bad.

Sicheng grabbed your hips, digging his trimmed nails into your love handles, surely leaving marks and groaning. Spilling his seed into the condom, he groaned, his cock becoming flaccid inside you. But you still went on, set on reaching what you had left. Your vision was blurring, your eyes closing, and your body crumbling into the man in front of you. You released.

You were sure you had created a mess over the couch, you had come two times and it felt like an insane amount. Never once had Wonho made you feel that way.

You fell off of him with a huff. Both sitting for the remainder of the session silent. It was by then you had gotten your clothes on and just sat there. It felt like forever, hearing his small breaths and gazing at his thighs. What had you done? All the years you've spent studying for this was just taken away over one stupid mistake. You knew you would regret it afterward, but you didn’t know how much. At the moment you wanted it. But oddly enough you wanted to do it again. And again, and again.

“Princess,” Sicheng whispered hoarsely his throat, looking over at you with a lazy smile on his face. “Again next session?”

You whimpered at him, tears welling in the back of your eyes. What the fuck had you done. “Sicheng we can’t.” But he looked determined this time around.

“And you won’t.” You looked up faster than you ever looked before, your neck cracking at the sheer force. You felt like crying. This wasn’t supposed to happen. “Sicheng I suggest you leave this hospital now. Seducing your Doctor? I could lock you in our maximum security for that.”

Wonho.

You and Sicheng both stood up quickly, a single tear already rolling down your red cheek. "Why were you in here when my session was—"

“Why the were you fucking her?” Wonho was twice the size of Sicheng, maybe even triple, he could kill him if he wanted to. But yet, Wonho still protected you. And you were right. This hospital was so fucked. “I’ll have your mother know that you had an episode today,” mused seriously, his eyes narrowing at him. ‘Y/N and you may have had sex, but it stops now. You’re going to be here forever.’”

It looked as if he was losing his mind again. He can feel the thread of his happiness unraveling slowly as he realized this doctor was serious. He was going to put him away right when he was getting better. He asked himself was this worth it? Were you worth it? He stood there, expression dead, his breathing slowed. He was in a trance. He opens his mouth, but not a sound comes out.

Sicheng cries with single tears falling down his face. You cry with sobbing noises and multiple coming down at once, your face wet from the salt of your own tears.

“Wonho, please don’t do this.” You whispered. “He’s happy.” You grabbed onto Sicheng’s hand.

“You broke your job code, Y/N. I’m doing you a favor.” He spat. He turned to Sicheng, a little smile coming to Hoseok’s face. “Tell me, Winwin. Was she worth it?” He had thought of that for only a couple seconds. But he already knew.

“Yes.”

You remained in tears, watching the two men face off. “Please,” you grabbed onto Wonho’s sleeve. “I’ll quit and never do it again. Just please…” You begged. “Don’t hurt him.”

But this was only the beginning, your mistakes were nowhere near done.

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The Loud House Season 2 Scorecard by raidpirate52

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11 Louds a Leapin: A great Nickelodeon Christmas special. Definitely ranks up there among SpongeBob, Hey Arnold, and Rugrats as a must watch for the holiday season each year. Luan's puns were pretty funny and the running gag of Lana trying to catch a reindeer. Easily worth an "A". Intern for the Worse: Quite the step down. Not a very good episode. Only satisfying part was Lincoln and Clyde getting back at Flip, but overall, not the most enjoyable episode. I grade this episode a "D". The Old and the Restless: A fairly average episode. There isn't anything in the episode I dislike but nothing that really has me going back for more. It earns an average "C". Baby Steps: Lincoln trying to teach Clyde how to be a big brother was nice. Gave us some nice interactions with the younger sisters. I found it funny how Lincoln promised each of them $5 as Lola put it, "Okay, I played the damsel in distress act, now where's my five bucks?" I give this episode a "B". Brawl in the Family: Worst. Loud House. Episode. Ever. The plot is so dumb. Unlike other episodes where bad things happen to Lincoln, this one was completely unwarranted. If the sisters wanted Lincoln out of the fight, then maybe they shouldn't have taken his things, let him do what he wanted. But, no, this episode isn't enjoyable in the slightest. Easily worth an "F". Suite and Sour: No shortage of hilarity in this episode. Lana and Lynn racing in the elevator, Lola renting the whole spa, Lori getting trapped outside (twice), Leni getting the front desk job. Also, a short but cute moment of Lincoln and Lucy playing ghost hunters together. An episode that's always fun to watch. I give the episode an "A". Back in Black: A great Lucy episode. Loved her interaction/crush on Rocky and the latter returning the feeling. Definitely one of my favorite episodes and easily deserves an "A". Making the Grade: While it's a better Lisa episode than what we were given back in season 1, it's still not that great an episode to me. Mainly forgettable and not a lot of enjoyment, this episode gets a "D". Vantastic Voyage: Episode has some pretty funny moments ("We've been practicing for four hours! SIT DOWN!"), but there are some slow moments, but overall a very enjoyable episode. I give this episode a "B". Patching Things Up: It's weird realizing this was a season 2 episode because it felt so much like an early episode 1. I really loved the Lana and Lola moments where they supported each other through most the episode and making up in the end and becoming Blue Bell scouts together. The Clyde and Lincoln subplot felt unneeded and felt out of place for the episode, so I didn't enjoy them in this one. Still though, the Lola and Lana twin moments make the episode good, so it gets a "B". Cheater By the Dozen: It's got some enjoyable moments. Overall, I'd say this is a good episode. My favorite part is the ending with Lori being understanding her sibling's intentions and it also showed how caring of a boyfriend Bobby is. I give this episode a "B". Lock 'N' Loud: The extremes the Loud kids take to securing their home was amusing. Also Lana trying, and failing to train Charles to be a guard dog had some funny moments. Especially the end, "Finally!". Overall, I give this episode an "A". The Whole Picture: Overall, it's a fairly average episode. Got some laughs here and there and it's got a unique premise. The highlight of the episode was the heartwarming ending, so it gets a rank up and I grade it a "B". No Such Luck: So the most infamous episode. I have to be honest, I don't really "hate" the episode as much as other episodes I gave an "F" for. I recognize that some of Lincoln's misfortunes were brought upon by himself. Unfortunately the retribution was disproportionate, so I rank it down to a "D". In my opinion there are worse episodes, but this episode is still weak. Frog Wild: A great episode with Lana and Lincoln! The story with Lana meeting Hops was beautiful and it was nice seeing my top two characters trying to protect the frogs. Also at the end with them rescuing some Ducks was a funny moments as well. Definitely give this episode an "A". Kick the Bucket List: A fairly average episode. Nothing much to say about it. Didn't enjoy much, nothing I really hated. I give the episode a "C". Party Down: It was funny how Lori emphasized on the word "sophisticated". Had some good moments, but I feel it doesn't quite hit the spark as some of the best episodes this season had to offer. I still rank it a respectable "B". Fed Up: Watching the Loud kids sabotage dinner to get pizza was funny. Especially when they continuously thought they were done only for their dad to come up with some miracle way of getting it done. A good episode, I rank it a "B". Shell Shock: So Lincoln spends most of the episode thinking the worst of Ronnie Anne, but the ending shows her more softer side. I've seen this episode done in numerous shows, and this one was alright. Doesn't stand out to me, but nothing as bad in worse episodes. I grade it a "C". Pulp Fiction: I liked seeing the sisters in personas in Lincoln's Ace Savy's imagination. Wasn't too invested in Principal Huggins side of the plot though. Honestly I find it weird the show gives him focus as I don't find him to be that engaging of a characters. I give this episode a "C". Pets Peeved: It's cute that the pets get the spotlight for an episode. I kind of wish they gave us a little more distinct personalities outside their animal instinct, but it's still a highly entertaining episode. I give this episode a "B". Potty Mouth: Another cartoon with a swearing episode. This one doesn't disappoint. I liked the small part where the reason Lincoln swore was because of destroying the TV with the Wii remote like controller...that's why you wear the strap, Lincoln! Also Lana holding in her anger and singing Jingle Bells. "She didn't see it Lana/Lola guess you'll have to do it again!" A pleasure to watch, I give it a "B". I feel it's just missing a spectacular moment but it's still good nonetheless. L is for Love: One of the flagship episodes of the show and it's not hard to see why. Only thing I dislike is most of the pairings are birds-of-a-feather hookups when we've seen in the past that isn't always needed like Lucy/Rocky which this episode basically duped. Still some of the new hookups were cute, special mention goes to Lana and Skippy. With Luan and Benny getting an episode next season and more focus on Luna and Sam as well as some nods towards Leni and Chaz it would be nice to see more of these characters. A good watch from beginning to end. The story to Rita and Lynn Sr. was also quite heartwarming. The episode gets an "A". The Loudest Mission: Relative Chaos: It was nice to meet Ronnie Anne's extended family and quite the surprising plot twist that she's staying with them. Definitely worth the watch. I give this episode an "A". Out of the Picture: I feel the highlight of this episode was Lincoln switching Lola's picture out at the end of the episode, putting her needs above his. It was a nice moment and Lola showed gratitude for it. Some other funny moments were when Lincoln and Clyde tried to get into the groups' picture to no avail each time. I give the episode a "B". Room with a Feud: A better version of Brawl in the Family, especially with a much better ending, but still a fairly mundane episode. The best was seeing the sisters interact with different sisters, but overall I still give it a "C". Back Out There: I liked the focus on Lincoln hanging out with his friends. While they may have goofed up, their hearts were in the right place at least. I give this episode an "A". Spell it Out: A good Lucy episode. I liked the ending where she regretted making her spell that she thought caused them to lose their voices, but it was shown in the end that despite not remembering her input they all still care for her, and that's nice. I give this episode a "B". Fool's Paradise: I think this one was a little better than the last April Fool's episode. Definitely enjoyed seeing Luan get pranked back for the trouble she caused in this episode. I give this episode a "B". Job Insecurity: The only highlight for me in this one was Lola swearing over the phone to get her dad out of the restaurant job. Other than that I felt it was a fairly mundane episode. I grade this episode a "C". Aargh! You For Real: Again, another okay episode. Doesn't really stand out to me as much as better episodes this season but there was nothing I hated. I give this episode a "C". Garage Banned: A nice premise, and some good moments. I liked Lori letting Lana sleep in her bed when she got nightmares and the various attempts Lori tried to get out of the garage and Lucy actually succeeding in talking to a ghost. A good episode, but not enough to be spectacular, so I give it a "B". Change of Heart: Yeah, an episode of Clyde acting cringey around Lori. Welp. Well, at least it tried to make a plot out of steering him away from it, but then we had stupid moments of Lori wanting him to act creepy towards her, it's just...nah. Leni is the only reason this episode isn't an "F" and is instead a "D". Health Kicked: The episode's alright. I liked when the Loud kids complained about working out too hard, but other than that, nothing really spectacular about this one. I grade it a "C". Future Tense: Same as above. It's actually quite fitting that these episodes went together. I give this one a "C" as well. The Yates are creepy. Lynner Takes All: I'm okay about Lynn being over-competitive but I feel they went a little too far than needed in this. Still, an overall good episode, but it isn't the best that Loud House can be. I give the episode a "C". Yes Man: Lincoln again putting his sisters needs above his shows what a good brother/protagonist he is. I thought it was funny when he tried acting like his sisters to get his parents to give him money for the concert tickets. Of course the concert at the end was really nice for the sisters as well. I don't know if I'm alone in this but the Smooch-look looks kind of dumb? lol. I know they're a KISS parody, but still looks stupid, but I still enjoyed this episode. I give this episode a "B". Friend or Faux: Probably my favorite Lisa episode. It was nice that she made a friend with a kid her own age and Darcy is a good character for her to develop, so I guess that crush in L for Love is canned for her. I give this episode a "B". No Laughing Matter: The Luan episode of the season that's not tied to April Fool's and like No Funny Business, I like this one more. It was nice that the family rallied around her to get her back into comedy. I give this episode a "B". No Spoilers: The plot felt slow at times, but was still a good one. I liked Leni showing that she's good at setting up parties for those she cares about and was able to make her mom's birthday better than what her siblings had planned. I give this episode a "B". Legends: I loved Legends of the Hidden Temple as a kid. While Lincoln supports Orange Iguanas, I was on team Green Monkeys! Anyway, this episode, while hitting some nostalgia points, in other areas, fell flat. Like it wasn't really Legends of the Hidden Temple as many things were cut, so it felt more like a cheap parody and I didn't like the two characters introduced here as they only reminded me of Hawk and Hank carbon copies. Could've been a lot better, it's a shame, probably my most disappointed episode. I give the episode a "C". Mall of Duty: I really loved this episode! Lincoln spending time with his younger sisters, and being able to track them down in the mall showed what a great big brother he is. I also liked that the younger sisters kept his irresponsible moments of the episodes a secret, and it was amusing that Lana hatched ducklings that imprinted on her. I easily rank this one an "A". Read a Loud: This one was a sweet episode. I really enjoyed watching Lincoln help Lola with her struggles to read. Probably my favorite Lola episode. I rank it an "A". Not a Loud: I enjoy this episode. Some may have found Lincoln's birth story to be ridiculous, and it was, but since it's a cartoon, I can let it slide and it doesn't really effect my opinion on the show. An enjoyable episode, I grade it a "B". Tricked: A great Halloween special. I liked Lola and Lana changing costumes to get more candy and Lily as a baby kangaroo is adorable. Also, after being karma houdinis in their previous appearance, Hawk and Hank get what they deserve in the end. The Crying Dame: Cheer up baby, don't you cry! No more tears, it's cheer up time! Laugh with me and you will be: Happy! Happy! Happy!...good luck getting that tune out of your head after this one. I liked Lincoln dressing up as Foxy Fenton at the end to cheer Lily up. It was a good episode. I grade it a "B". Anti-Social: Not much to praise in this episode. A bit more boring than even the most average episodes, so I grade it a "D". Snow Way Out: One of my most favorite Lana episodes. I liked when she was the center of hugs for once after she gave up her winning ticket. Also having Hops get the coupon to reuse was funny. I easily give this episode an "A". Snow Way Down: It's probably my favorite Lincoln and Clyde episode. Clyde not being a wimp and actually getting to the top of the slope is probably one of his best moments. Nothing to hate in this episode, so I also give this episode an "A". Overall, I think this was a great season and I grade it an "A".

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