cw: sub!eunseok, degradation kink

eunseok realised he loves to be ordered by you. the first time he was feeling something new in him; the feeling where he seems like he lost his pride as a man when he needs to be your partner for the biology project. the moment you called him a dumb twit, something twitched in his heart. especially when you tell him...

"what a waste of a pretty face you have."

you say as you trail his fair cheek with the tip of your finger. you sigh when you need to work with him for your final assessment. eunseok known as the least smart in your class, meaning he is no help at all. all those essays, research and even slides , you did it on your own. he did a few things in researching but you need to redo it again because your professor is not fond of them. you want to get mad. you have the right to be mad, especially when you're the one who did everything.

but the way he looks at you now with his puppy, teary eyes soothe you. the way he kneels in between your legs, hands softly holding both of your thighs, lips trembling, apologising multiple times. "i... i can give you some reward for...for finishing our project alone."

you chuckled at his scattered words. you put one leg on his shoulder, revealing your red-striped underwear and long white socks to his gaze. his throat bobbing, he found the new sight even hotter, sending blood directly towards his cock. "you're not smart nor perfect enough to say such things, eunseok."

his pupils widened when his name escaped from your lips. he loves it when you call his name. he caresses your covered thigh on his shoulder before he gently kisses it. "let me eat you, please. i'll be good for you." he tells you before he proceeds to kiss your other thigh. his fingers toying with the edge of your sock, eager to tear it apart. he sneakily looks at your panty before looking up to your eyes back. he wants to tear that too. his grip on your thigh is getting firmer. "please, i can be your sex slave too if you want."

"use me."

you quite surprised with his desperation but you love the idea of him being yours to use too. it's fair since you used your entire brain, energy and time to complete the last assessment so using him to release your stress and to pleasure you is something that you can never say no to.

your hand makes its way to his light silver hair, ruffling it gently before your index finger travels to his bottom lip next, caressing it gently.

"you better do me well, dumb boy."

eunseok hates the fact that your words are always hurting him but he can't deny his heart and his boner that they're into your degradation. he nods his head; his fingers quickly roam under your skirt, removing your panty. the view of your wet entrance drives him insane.

he thinks about using you for the entire semester, to use your brain while he will offer his body for you or be anything you want in exchange. he doesn't care if you call him dumb or useless or a pathetic man, as long as he can be degraded and used by you. he doesn't care if he belongs under your feet or in between your thighs. that's where he supposed to be.

"i promise i'll do you good."

he says before he spreads your legs even wider.

sien's mini kinktober

5 oct/kim leehan:corruption kink,tw- dub/noncon undertone

15 oct/han taesan: dacryphilia

22 oct/kim gyuvin:exhibitionism, voyeurism

30 oct/song eunseok:trichophilia, tw-religious theme

sfw link got reminded of this post when i saw the link… ohhhh yes possessive psycho taesan…

cw: prostitution, age gap (older woman/younger man), “mommy” kink (non-incest), guilt/shame, both leehan and reader have mommy issues, corruption, manipulation(?), breast play/lactation, emotional conflict, morally grey themes

a/n: 100% self-indulgent post; it might be one of my favorite works so i hope yall enjoy too 💜

being a single workaholic mother is not for the weak. especially when you need to drive your kid to school during day and when the city night is in bloom, your body is covered in sweat and sin, a kind of work that no sunlight should witness.

"how's the school, sweetheart?"

a daily question that you never get bored of asking your beloved daughter. usually, she would respond to your question with a bright smile like a sunshine but this night, it's different. her face gloomy like a moon without any stars around it. "my friends called you a slut."

your heart wrenched as if there was a knife stabbing and twisting it. no child deserved to hear dirty words like that. you know your occupation at night somehow will ruin your daughter, painting shame on her face. but living in a sleepless urban area where finding money is as hard as finding a diamond in the rough, you need to survive not only for you but also for your sweetheart, what else can you do?

"it's hurting me,mama. when will you stop working at night?

once again, words coming from your daughter have broken your unhealed heart. you forced a smile, trying your best to reassure her as you pulled her into your warm embrace. you kissed her temple gently. "if you're said so, i'll stop it,baby."

but it's not as easy as it's said. you hope that your daughter will understand that you're doing all of this forbidden labor for her ease. you promised to stop, but not now, atleast.

you kissed your daughter goodnight before heading to your room. after take a shower, you're dressed in a lilac satin gown that skims your frame. you put a sakura-shaded lip cream on your moisturized lips, matching it with your dress. you stare at your own reflection on the cracked vanity. you drew in a long breath before sighing it out. "just for tonight."

you stepped out from your apartment that carries no real charm yet none of the ruinage either, waiting for a taxi to head to the iniquitous building where you earn your dirty money. you look up at the dark, shineless sky. it seems like it's going to start raining sooner or later so you hope that the taxi will come faster.

it's raining cat and dogs when you arrived, your satin dress was soaked, wrapping your slender body. you step into your cramped room in haste. you cursed under your breath, looking at the sight of your damp dress. you was about to undress yourself when a soft, youthful voice, not weighty like a creepy old man yet not boyish either, the kind of voice that belongs to someone in his early twenties, spoke.

"no umbrella?"

you flinched slightly, startled by the sudden gentle greeting. you spun around; your eyes met a dimly gazed pair belonging to a young man in his black singlet, draped with his green cardigan. he looks like a charming prince, with his soft, fair skin, pupils shaped like a bright pearl in the sea, sharp nose, and neutral pinkish lips. you scanned him from head to toe. "aren't you too young to be here?"

he giggled at your words. he walks closer to you, hands slowly traveling to your shoulder, fingers lifting up the drenched strap, stripping you off, leaving you and your lavender undies only covering your trembling, cold body. "younger guys have greater stamina and a stronger sex libido, pretty lady."

your breathe hitched at his first touch. his oceanic scent is sending you almost to heaven. you have never encountered a younger customer before and the current situation creates a different kind of vibe that makes you swear you might prefer to be with a younger guy from now on. something about cocky, younger men that already makes you wet down there.

you pulled him with you on the cranky, wooden bed. you carressed his defined jawline, fingers trailing at his porcelain-like cheek. "what is your name, boy?

"leehan,mommy."

he hovered his minty lips to your left ear, sending you another new sensation, a good shiver, under your damp skin. that name really suits him so much, you thought.

mommy. he called you mommy. a nickname that nobody ever called you in the bed. it's always "slut," "whore," "fuckface," or "kitty," but never mommy.

another new feeling was sparked at the latest nickname. you wanted to make him feel good in ways a mother never should, sin and pleasure disguised as care, born from the absence you created on your own. "i will be your good mommy, i'll take care of you."

leehan's cock hardened at your gentle reassurance. something that he wanted to listen for so long. the desperation of him wanting to be showered with a mother affection and gentleness twisted into a forbidden desire where he needs to be loved and touched by any older woman he can find.

that’s why he’s here, searching for a mother figure within a dusty chamber, thick with heat and sin.

"tell me i'm your good boy, praise me, handle me gently."

leehan mumbled but loud enough for you to hear it. you nodded with a "yes,baby" escaped from your matte, faded pink lips. you ruffled his hair gently, and your lips let out a small, soft moan, laced with his name, when he gave a kitty lick at your wet entrance after he slid your panties off.

your fingers curled softly in his hair with a tender hold before drifting down to his wide back, caressing it languidly. "do you like this, mommy?" leehan softly asks, half-whispered, as his chin tilted up, lips glossy and covered with your sweet stain and his pure saliva. eyes looking up, like a lost deer in the woods. he looks small in between your thighs. you nodded weakly, your cold hands keeping on caressing his bare back. "no one ever does me this good, you're one and only my good boy."

leehan feel proud. to be told so is what he wanted. he insert another two long fingers of his, shoving them a little bit rougher than the first time. you moaned in pleasure, nails started to dig into his sweaty skin, making him wince a little bit. "don't hurt me, mommy."

"i'm sorry, baby."

you aplogised. the same way you apologized to your daughter when you accidentally picked her up a little later than usual. the same phrase you uttered when you did not have enough money to buy her new toys. the exact words you told her before you left the house, heading to this hideous motel, giving the identical feelings of being guilty for being a bad mother to your own daughter.

you cling onto his shoulder instead of embedding your colored nails on his back. his thrusts are getting faster and deeper, leading you to moan his name non-stop. eyes shutting closed, drowning in pleasure. all those guilty and sinful feelings are gone as soon as your eyes shut. you want more of him. you want to do anything for him so he can call you his good mommy.

"baby,i'm so close please i need you more inside of me, baby."

"what do i get after that,mommy?"

your head clouded with the thought of doing anything, whatever sexual needs he wants to have with you. you can't think straight. all you want is to finally be a good mother that can give whatever her child wants.

"any...anything my good boy wants."

leehan bite his bottom lip in desperation, desperate to make you cum only by his pretty fingers. his eyes wandered into yours, adores this indecent view of you.

"leave your daughter and take care of me instead."

the image of your cute daughter, her hearty laugh, and her tidied ponytail appears in your corrupted mind, slowly inviting the guilty feeling once again. you loves your daughter; you truly do. but she makes you feel like you're never enough, while leehan on the other side, makes you feel wanted. he showed you that he truly wants you to stay by him, marking you, hinting you that you're his new mother from now on. he is sucking your plump, pink tits, reminding you that he is your new baby now. your milk was supposed to be a mother's blessing but in his lonely mouth, it's turned into liquid of sin.

you torn between lust, forbidden need, and your actual responsibility.

"i will take care of you too, baby."

leehan shook his head just like how kids don't want to go to school.

"i despise sharing."

"i want to be your one and only good boy, mommy. tell the other kid to fuck off."

my pussy throbs a little while writing this. maybe i'm the one with mommy issues.

cw: sexual obsession, possessiveness, food play, metaphor, slight cannibalistic undertone

taesan knows that you are fond of strawberries. you loves almost every strawberry-flavored thing except for vape since you're not into it. you likes strawberry scent products too. your shampoo, body wash, lotion, perfume, and even your toothpaste are strawberry-based. you're obsessed with strawberries.

and taesan is obsessed with you. he dyed his hair as red as your favorite fruit. you compliment his hair; you told him he looked cute, just like your strawberry plushie he gave as your birthday present two years ago. his cheek was red like a strawberry too, he believed. he resemble like a strawberry so that means he can be inside you, right?

every time he follows you to your favorite cafe to enjoy your strawberry cake, he never says no, even though he has another schedule. he prefers to watch you take a bite of your beloved cake; the way the frosting smears on your glossy pinkish lips and you lick it with the tip of your tongue drives him insane. he thought of how he would bite your nipple, greedy, with the string of his saliva hanging on his bottom lip, the exact same way you bite your strawberries now. the fork that goes in and out in your mouth, he imagines that as his cock, cleaning the inside of your mouth after the whole day of cramming down that damn same fruit over and over again. his eyes follow the movement of your lips and hands, finishing the remaining strawberry cake. you lick your fork clean before your smudged lips. the image of him devouring your pussy next is vivid. the image of him licking your wet cunt before entering his tongue inside you, just like how you put that fork in your mouth for the last time before sucking it clean. once you finish your cake, he is done with his filthy imagines too. "can we have another round?"

he wished you would ask him the same thing once he finished eating you out soon. instead of just eating strawberry-flavored things, taesan sure that planting strawberries on your skin sounds awesome too. especially at the neck area. you almost finished your second cake but taesan still stuck with his choice in his mind. he can't choose between putting a strawberry gummy on your lips and licking it before he bites it and then kissing it or using your body as a canvas, strawberry jam as a paint and his tongue as a brush. the thought of fucking you on your strawberry shortcake sheet aroused him so much. he is tired of the same pattern of your bedsheet. maybe ruin it with his milky cum stain and your first-time bloody cum looks better.

"taesan?"

taesan's startled at the sudden call. you've been calling his name multiple times until you poke his cheek with the same fork you used to eat your strawberry cake and that's when he realizes he's way too deep in his wet imagination.

he thought that strawberries can't be exposed or kept for too long or else they will blacken and rot. he needs to eat that strawberry before anyone else does or before time itself takes it away. taesan swear that he would rather choke on poison than let someone consume his favorite fruit.

"do you prefer strawberry inside or on you?"

if yall love sheep, you might as well as like this one too

cw: noncon, drugging, obsessive/territorial behavior, sexual content, emotional and psychological manipulation, power imbalance, harassment, coercion, substance use, hint of bondage

taesan is a territorial boyfriend and he would do anything that you could never imagine so you'll know who he belongs to. at first, you loved the way he was clingy to you, like a faithful dog. but it comes to a point that he doesn't know what a personal space is. he needs to have your attention 24/7. you're good with that. FaceTiming at least twice a day, texting and updating every hour, and texting a good night or morning daily. the thing you despise is his sexual needs.

he wants you to call him a good boy every night. he wants you to guide him during a voice call and he would masturbate just as how you lead him. he ought to show you his milky cum and needs you to tell him how proud you are of him. he asks you to buy a collar and ribbon for him so you can tie him on your fluffy bed. he wishes that you would pet him and take him for a bath like you do for your kitten. he told you many times that he wants to keep his cum in a bottle and give it to you. he wants to suck your tits until he falls asleep on your chest.

your friend thought that it was cute but for you it wasn't. you hate the idea of sex or anything related to it. a simple kisses and pecks were good but you never had any intention of having sexual intercourse with taesan. one night, you told him the truth, leading him to be frustrated and mad.

"can we please fuck for once?"

"i'm so done with you,taesan. let's break up."

his heart scattered into pieces. all these time, he was being caring and gentle with you. he never asks for anything else but for you to accomplish his one and only need: sex. maybe if he started to be harsh, it would work.

that night, he sneaked into your bedroom with a banana milk that had been mixed with propofol. he immediately hides under your bed, patiently waiting for you to come back from he-don't-know-where. 10 minutes later, you got back to your room and drank that banana milk brought by taesan without any doubt at all.

you feel drowsy a few minutes after, leading you to crawl on your bed, shutting your eyes closed. you heard something moving under your bed but you're way too lazy to check on it. you fall asleep as soon as possible.

taesan on the other hand, adores the sight of you sleeping in your beige pajamas. he can't wait to see you regret not appreciating his soft side. the images of you begging him to let you go with tears smeared on your face are pure heaven.

"maybe tying you is easier than begging you to do it to me."

taesan mumbled with rope in his grip.

cw: noncon undertone, objectification, obsession, implied threat, body horror,

everyone knows that leehan loves collecting trinkets. from small to big, from plastic to stainless steel, from cheap to expensive, he keeps them all. trinket has a special place in his heart.

and so are you to him. he loves making a handmade keychain or bracelet for you because he has a crush on you. you're appreciate them and you wear them or put those keychains on your bag or pencil case. whenever leehan saw them, he'd smile widely, happy that his efforts were worth it.

but his silly crush turned into a freak obsession. instead of him collecting new trinkets or making a new bracelet, he decided to make a doll that resembles you. this obsession started when he had his wet dream and it was you who he was dreaming about. since that night, his feelings towards you have grown. he aches to have you in a sexual way. he stained his sheet with his cum for the first time because of you. it was great, he thought.

every time you ask him to study or watch movies, he would nicely refuse, saying that he needs to finish his customer order for his keychain when actually nobody ever buys them from him. he lied. he was busy creating mini you. he was dedicated to searching for the perfect material: some cotton fabric, dark brown yarn, blue pearly buttons, laced ribbon, pink felt, and some fluffy wool to complete the tiny version of you. it took him only three days to finish.

he decided to not tell you yet and wants to keep it secret so he can surprise you. he totally cherishes his creation. that doll looks exactly like you, except it is extra petite. he wonder what he was supposed to do with it until, while he was fidgeting with the lace, a racy thought flew into his mind.

his fingers are gentle with the lace, as if it were your bra strap. he stare in awe at the pearly button, imagining it was your bright eyes. a slight smile curved from his lips, believing that it was you he held and stared at. the thought of undressing you while he was quietly stroking that doll made him cum without him even realizing it. he kiss the pink felt that he sewed as lips softly, thinking it was your cherry lips. as he finished kissing that poor doll, he put it on the top of the cabinet of his trinket, plushie, and porcelain doll collection.

you decided to check up on leehan since it's been three days since he dismissed you. no reply from your text leads you to be quite worried of him so you come over to his place. he was shocked by your sudden appearance but he tried to play it cool. you greeted him with a warm smile. your eyes immediately shifted from his face to the top of his cabinet.

it's a clothed doll. it's creepy and amazing how it's almost as accurate as you,you thought. "leehan,did you make that?"

he proudly nodded, while you, on the other hand, can’t shake the unease from his lie. the fact that he out of the blue made a doll that resembles you added to the odd.

"i'm thinking about making a baby next. what do you think?

your eyebrows crashed together in confusion. you sensed something is wrong with him. you feel your gut twisting, signalling you to trust it and get out from his place. you excused yourself to go, saying that you suddenly have a migraine but leehan was faster. he slammed the door shut, caging you between it and his tall figure.

"i have medicine. you can have it."

"no, leehan. it's okay. my mother needs me anyway."

his face moved closer to you, tilting it a little bit so his lips could brush with yours slightly along with his hot breath. his palm cradled your head, massaging it. his touch was tender but it was laced with mockery. he definitely knew you lied. it's not his first day being your friend.

"but i need you more than your mother does."

the way your lips quivered and your eyes suddenly couldn't lock with his entertained him. his hand moved to the underneath of your blouse; his palm met with your bare skin, sending shivers through it. "do you still keep those keychains i made for you?" you nodded in fear, afraid of whatever his hand would do or phrases that would escape from his filthy mouth.

"good girl. now i need you to keep your mouth shut."

he whispered as his finger swiftly traveled under your skirt next, toying with the hem of your panties, tugging them down. his palm touches your entrance, quite surprised that it is wet even before he do you yet.

"it seems like you're not scared at all,huh? so why not look at me?"

your lips are sewn together; you're way too scared to say anything. your head started to mess with you. the thought of you getting turned into a doll if you don't let him touch you occurred in your head. the idea of him putting black magic on your family if you're not listening to him also played at the back of your mind.

"please...just don't hurt me."

he enjoys the sounds of you pleading so much. you made him have a new obsession now. he loves it when you beg. therefore, he knows how to mess with you more. he nodded his head, eyes still glued on yours.

"on your knees first,dolly."

cw: stalking, voyeurism, exhibitionism, obsession, mental illness themes, dubcon undertones, unhealthy relationship dynamic

people will romanticize being stalked if the stalker is good-looking or hot. if they're hideous and shaped like a monster, people would rather kill themselves instead of being watched 24/7.

no. sane people would never romanticize or fantasize about being stalked; it doesn't matter if the stalker is hot or not. but it's a different story when it comes to your neighbor, kim gyuvin. you're confident that you're not sick in the head when you purposely do not close your curtain every night or each time you're changing clothes. you noticed he would admire you from his window but you never asked him to stop. sometimes, you would touch yourself as you softly moan his name, right infront of the window, wishing gyuvin to see you half-naked with only a thin baby blue crop top wrapping your upper body.

gyuvin on the other side, knows that you're as unhinged as him. he knows that you loved being watched by him. every night before he slept, he would wait on his bed, using binoculars to watch you from afar as he sat facing his window. he would jerk off right at the moment your fingers slip into your undies, thinking it would be sweet to do a mutual masturbation even from afar.

you never lock your window so you can gives gyuvin easy access to enter your bedroom whenever you're not around so he can steal your used underwear, lie on your bed, take your body mist, collect the strands of your hair on the floor and write some filthy and corrupted thoughts in your notebook for you to follow. just like in a cliche stalking plot, he put a hidden camera on your teddy bear so he can watch you all the time without the need for him to wait at his window.

gyuvin doesn't really prefer to directly have sex with you, though he can easily commit it. he loves the idea of touching himself; imagining you being as crazy as him is enough for him to reach his climax. nothing turn him on more than that. it's never your body or face that hardens his cock; it's your mentally ill behavior.

no one would ever want to be stalked or monitored except you.

cw: coercion, manipulation, abuse of power, non/dubcon, first timer, threats, humiliation, voyeurism,foodplay, psychological pressure, mention of illegal activity

since this early morning, you have only been typing and drafting on taesan's computer, completing his final assignment in the hope that he can finally pass mr. sim's class. you agreed to help him with his last task not because you volunteered, but because you were being forced to. otherwise, taesan would tell your parents that you're selling other people's nudes online.

"put your hands off me, taesan."

"but if it was leehan's, you wouldn't get annoyed."

he groaned at your strict words, a hint of jealousy seeping through his tone. he knows that you have a silly crush on his best friend. you just ignore his words and continue to work on his essay. you have no time to waste; you want to go home immediately.

taesan moved his hand from your back; his eyes went back to his phone screen, watching tiktok videos on his 'for you page.' "you know it's illegal for you to do that, right?"

you sighed at his words. you knew what taesan was referring to. you just need to hustle for a side income. your parents barely support you financially. you need money more than anything. you don't care if it's legal or not.

"do i have a choice, taesan? you're fucking rich, so you don't get me."

taesan bites his inner cheek; his eyes land on you, observing how you struggle to write his essay. his gaze moves back and forth from your focused face to your busy fingers typing on his laptop. he has a better idea; it's much safer for you to earn money. "are you that desperate for money?"

you immediately stop typing. your gaze darts to his, sharp yet laced with wonder. "what are you trying to say? your essay isn't even half done yet, don't play with me."

taesan puts down his phone. he leans in closer to you until his chest brushes against your shoulder, closing the space between you and him. his citrus-and-peppermint-gum-scented cologne lingers on your nose. you can feel his breath, like a warm cookie just taken from the oven, softly brushing against your neck, creeping over your skin into goosebumps. "what about we have sex? i'll pay double."

he suggests it as his fingertips trail to your neck, applying the softest pressure on your delicate skin, teasing you to see how you respond.

you need money. you would do anything, but you never thought of having sex, especially with your classmate. that is way too far. your fingers rest on the keyboard, trying to maintain your cool. maybe taesan is just joking around. your main objective in his bedroom is to settle his work and get paid, not to fuck and get paid.

taesan is a little taken aback by your nonchalant side. but that's what he loves about you. he loves challenges, and one thing about him is that he will get anything he wants. "i'm not playing, i'm offering."

"you can pay me once i finish your stupid essay."

nope. taesan dislikes your idea. he will not give up until he finally gets what he wants. he stands abruptly, shutting down his laptop with a slam that makes you flinch in your spot. "clothes on, i'll pay you as much as you want." you're in disbelief, but you also need a lot of money to pay your college fees. you're stuck. is your self-value more important than that money? you can't decide. "i'm not a prostitute."

"let's be friends with benefits then."

"how can i know you'll pay me after you use my body?"

"this. i'm letting you have my credit card for a week."

taesan says as he tosses his credit card right on your face. you're stunned. he's really serious, yet you're still hesitant. you have never known how sex works; you have never done it. to be frank, you don't even dare to touch yourself. the thought of inserting any object or even your own finger inside you scares you. you're a certified nerdy virgin. a satisfied smirk paints taesan's face once you grab his credit card. without wasting a second, taesan lifts your body before throwing you on his king bed, pinning your trembling arms. your eyes dart around aimlessly, too shy and scared to meet his gaze. "what's the matter?"

"i don't know how this works, especially with clothes on."

"are you a virgin?"

your cheeks flush pink like a blooming sakura. for the first time ever, taesan witnesses you blushing. the thought of being your first time, being able to watch you shy after two years of only knowing your nonchalant, nerdy side, plays in his brain. he finds it cute too that you’re finally blushing like that with him because he only sees those pink cheeks whenever his best friend is around.

"it's okay. it only hurts at the beginning."

but you are too scared and don’t want to see him on top of you or at least, you don’t want to see him enjoying your priceless reaction when getting fucked. "taesan, can you blindfold me? i just... i don’t want to see anything while you're doing it."

"or is it because you want to imagine leehan fucking you instead of me, huh?" he teases.

without waiting for your response, he takes off his black tie that he had been wearing before carefully wrapping it over your eyes, making sure you don't see anything. once you're blindfolded, he crawls on top of you, riding your clothed entrance. he doesn’t feel good, and he knows you don’t either; therefore, he decides to break the rules. "you can have my card forever," he whispers before tearing your clothes off and stripping himself, leading you to scream a little.

the sight of you fully naked with only his tie covering your eyes sends him an erection he swears he has never felt before. even watching porn didn’t harden him like now. his mouth hovers at your core, wetting your entrance with the tip of his tongue before he shoves two fingers inside you. you wince a little since it’s your first time. "it hurts, it hurts."

"it's only my fingers, don’t worry."

taesan continues fingering you as his tongue playfully licks your clit, giving you a whole new sensation and feelings that you’ve never felt before. this is the moment you discover that you like being touched in the dark, where you don’t need to depend on sight but on your body to feel everything. you enjoy the feeling of his mellow saliva and the snug texture of his cold, stainless-steel ring inside you. as your tight hole begins to loosen, taesan wants to experiment even more. since you’re blindfolded, you don’t know what he’s putting inside. he picks a rotten banana from his desk, shoving it inside you as you bite your bottom lip, preventing yourself from moaning his name.

"i need you to moan my name."

you can’t and don’t want to moan his name because you can’t imagine him being the one fucking you. ever since he’s been fingering you, you imagined someone else which is his best friend instead. when he asks you to moan, leehan's name slips from your lips. he feels betrayed and humiliated, even though he’s the one who made you feel good.

"i can’t believe it’s true that you want to be fucked by him."

he snaps the tie that covered your eyes, spitting on both of your eyes, forcing you to look at him. "you want my money but you think of him?"

"virgin with a fucking slut mentality."

you shake your head in fear. "tae… taesan please, i’m sorry."

taesan pulls out the blackened fruit from you before shoving it in your mouth, forcing you to swallow it. "i’m taking my credit card back and finding another slut to do my homework."

"also, i’ll tell your parents what you did just now and about your illegal activity."

"no, please don’t! please, i would do anything, just never tell them. i would even let you fuck me without paying me too, please."

taesan only laughs out loud at your desperation. he would like to do so, but maybe not today. the thought of you moaning his best friend’s name still drives him mad. but wait…

he seems to have another brilliant idea.

"you sure?"

you nod like a faithful dog on the street.

"since you moaned leehan's name just now, i want you to suck him off tomorrow. don’t worry, he definitely loves it."

"and i want you to do it in front of me."

just me rebloging my own works because im petty like that/hj