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✧ happy mother’s day, mamas (18+)

Pairing: Husband!Heeseung x Pregnant!Reader

Summary: It’s mother’s day and your husband and daughter bring you breakfast in bed. They each have different ways of showing you how much they love you, their mama.

Warnings: Kissing, Mentions of Pregnancy, SMUT, minor food play, fingering, unprotected sex (don't), pregnancy kink, religious imagery, down bad heeseung, oral (f rec), degrading & praising

A/n: I wanted to post this for mother's day. but oh well. Also, this was supposed to be a drabble i have no idea how it got to be 5k.

As the warm rays of the morning sun slipped through the parted curtains, painting the room in a soft golden glow, you stirred beneath the warm blanket. Your eyelids fluttered open, welcoming the gentle warmth that accompanied the sun’s gentle ascent into the sky.

The room was still and quiet, save for the distant chirping of birds greeting the morning. With a contented sigh, you stretched out your limbs, yawning as the crisp sheets cradled your pregnant body. As gently as you could, you turned onto your back, reaching out to the space beside you.

You frowned when you were met with more mattress, your husband’s warm body long gone. Grunting, you slowly sit up. One hand beside you while the other wrapped around your belly, wanting to make sure that the fetus inside didn’t feel any jerk movements.

Back propped up against the headboard, you close your eyes as a gentle smile plays on your lips. Now that you were sitting up, you could clearly smell the wafting aroma of waffles and chicken bacon. You eye the empty space beside you and pat the cold mattress.

You didn’t even feel Heeseung slide out of bed. Usually, you’re very in tune to him while you’re sleeping and he’s even more in harmony with you.

Before you could dwell on how much effort it probably took him to unwrap his arms from your body and tiptoe out of the bedroom, a loud crash outside your bedroom jolts you upright. You grip the blanket as your foot twitches, subconsciously ready to approach the mess.

You hear quiet giggles and your husband’s voice softly whispering, “It’s okay, sweetness. I’ll clean it up later.”

As the door quietly clicks open, your smile widens at the sounds of your daughter’s little huffs and your husband's noises of encouragement. You watch with wide eyes as your daughter waddles into your bedroom in her pink basketball pajamas, holding a glass of mango juice.

Heeseung follows brightly behind her, holding a tray filled to the brim with food. His eyes travel from his daughter’s little form to you, laying in bed. He makes eye contact with your shiny, sleep-filled eyes and he watches as you visibly soften.

His grin turns into a full blown smile as he nears closer. You look so beautiful, sitting there with your hair a bit unruly and unkempt. Your night gown is wrinkled and one of your hands is laid flat on your belly. You smile brightly at him as your eyes soak in the scene before you.

Heeseung stands tall in his blue basketball pajama shorts that match your daughter’s. They hang lowly on his hips and his lean chest is exposed, making your cheeks warm at the sight. Your eyes travel downwards and your smile turns emotional as you watch your daughter trying to balance the glass in her hand.

“Hi, mama,” your little girl whispers. You almost can’t control the emotions swirling in your eyes at the sight of her shiny eyes and full cheeks. She looks so much like your husband and you’re thankful for it everyday.

“You don’t have to whisper, flower. Mama’s awake.” Heeseung grins at his little girl, finding her absolutely adorable. Dahlia was only five, so she couldn’t really see you as she stood at the foot of your bed.

“Hi, flower,” you greet her, softly. At your voice, she giggles and walks to your side of the bed. She smiles brightly at you, her front tooth missing. You coo at her as you set the glass of mango juice on the side table and pull her up.

“Careful, baby,” Heeseung frowns. He watches carefully as you pull your daughter into your lap, making sure you don't exert yourself. He balances the tray with one hand and grabs the foldable table before walking to your side of the bed.

In your arms, your daughter immediately melts. Her little arms wrap around your chest and she presses her face into your shoulder. You kiss the top of her head as you rub her back.

Ever since you found out that you were pregnant, almost five months ago, Heeseung had been encouraging Dahlia to sleep in her own bedroom. It was going really well for the most part, but some nights were harder than others.

“Missed you, mama.” Her quiet voice mumbles against your skin. You pout at her before nuzzling your nose into her hair. “I missed you too, flower.”

“Dahlia, sweetness, will you help me set up the table for mama?” Heeseung’s voice pulls your daughter out of your arms as she immediately nods and slides off your lap. You and Heeseung watch fondly as she quickly pulls the table legs out and sets the table over your thighs, mindful of your big belly.

You shuffle a bit on the mattress and fix the blanket before you nod at Heeseung. He sets the tray of food on the table and steps back. He watches your reaction carefully, nervously biting his bottom lip. His eyes fall on his daughter and he bites back a smirk as she mirrors his exact expression.

You stare at the tray in disbelief. On it, was a plate of three waffles, a smaller plate with chicken bacon strips, and a bowl of fruit. A singular pink dahlia rests in a thin vase and you pick it, bringing it to your nose.

Heeseung watches you with a stupid smile as you sniff the flower. The dahlia was an important flower to both of you. It was the first flower he had ever picked and given to you, leading to your daughter. He, without fail, always gave you one on special occasions.

A reminder of the incident that brought you both together. It was a reminder of the softer things in life, of your shared love.

You set the flower back in the vase and look up at Heeseung, eyes teary as emotion renders you speechless. Your daughter sits beside you, eyes wide in anticipation. She has been incredibly excited for Mother’s Day, eating Heeseung’s ear off with different ideas.

“I think she likes it, Dahlia,” Heeseung whispers to his daughter. He sits on the edge of the mattress, as close as he can to you. He rests a hand on the other side of your legs and stares softly at you, waiting for the rush of emotion to subside.

“Really?” Dahlia asks, a little disappointed. “Why is Mama not saying anything?”

You let out a breathy laugh and Heeseung is so entranced by it he almost forgets to answer his little girl. “Give her a second, flower.” He turns his head to Dahlia and smiles at her focused expression. She looks a lot like you when she is focused, or scheming. “Remember what I said about patience?”

Dahlia sighs and solemnly nods. You laugh at her fallen expression and inch closer, curious. Heeseung was always murmuring little reminders to your daughter whenever he could. “What did papa say about patience, little flower?”

Dahlia sits back and purses her little lips before glancing at Heeseung who stares at her with a raised eyebrow. She smiles at you sheepishly before shuffling closer to you. “Papa said I have to be more pat… patient,” she stutters. “Cuz the baby is coming.”

You glance at Heeseung and he simply shrugs at you. You smile at her and pat the empty space next to you. She drags herself closer to you, resting her head on your arm. “Thank you for being patient for mama, Dahlia.”

Instead of responding, she tucks her face into your side and Heeseung laughs at her shyness. With him, she was always slightly hyper. But with you, she was incredibly soft. He couldn’t blame her, of course. You were the light of their lives.

“Thank you for breakfast, my loves.” You’re staring at Heeseung and he inches closer. He leans forward and kisses your forehead. You close your eyes in contentment and only open them when you feel your cheeks being squished.

You open your eyes to your daughter’s hands on either side of your face and before you can say anything, she kisses you hard on the lips. You stare at her in surprise and Heeseung’s jaw falls to the floor.

“Happy mother’s day, mama.” She pulls at your cheeks, pinching them. “I love you.”

You try your best to smile at her given the circumstances and she giggles at your expression. She sits back beside you and Heeseung clears his throat. You see the turmoil in his eyes and pop a blueberry in your mouth.

“Dahlia,” Heeseung says. Your daughter looks up at him curiously. “You can’t kiss mama on the lips.”

You snort at his seriousness and immediately bite back your grin when he throws you a look. You say nothing as you gently pat your stomach and pick up a piece of bacon, taking a large bite.

Dahlia frowns and tilts her head in the same endearing way that Heeseung does. “Why not? You kiss mama on the lips.”

Heeseung’s frown deepens. “Yes, but I am her husband. You’re her daughter.”

“So?”

Heeseung blanks. She looks so much like you as she stares at him with narrowed eyes. He almost questions his entire argument when her eyes twinkle. He loves her so much.

“So… don’t kiss her on the lips.”

You want to laugh at his weak argument but he shoves a piece of banana into your mouth before you can.

“Where can I kiss mama then?”

Before Heeseung can answer, you softly grab Dahlia’s chin and turn her head towards you, afraid that your husband will start something he won’t be able to finish. As her eyes meet yours, they immediately soften and her defiance melts away. Heeseung scoffs under his breath.

“You can kiss me anywhere except my lips. Okay, pretty flower?”

Dahlia doesn’t even argue as she nods, accepting your words without a hitch. Heeseung laughs in disbelief as you cut a small piece of a waffle and bring it to Dahlia’s lips. She swallows eagerly and you ruffle her hair.

You three sit in comfortable silence for a bit as you eat the food that your husband and daughter have made, feeding them as well. After a few bites, Heeseung shakes his head and simply watches as you and Dahlia eat. Syrup spills down your lips and he wipes it away with his thumb, staring darkly at you as he sucks on his thumb.

He rests his hand on your belly and smiles when he feels the baby kick. He shifts closer, his heart swelling in content.

“He’s kicking pretty early in the morning,” you say, pulling Heeseung out of his daze.

Heeseung nods and begins rubbing your belly. You watch him, enamored. Ever since your first pregnancy, Heeseung had a habit of just touching you. His hand was always on your stomach or he was rubbing your back.

“Can I go watch Cocomelon?”

Heeseung blinks at Dahlia and he knows you’re about to refuse, but he wants to have you to himself. You look so beautiful, so enticing, and he wants to show his appreciation for you in another way.

He usually can’t help himself around you, but when you’re pregnant, he loses all control. You look so ethereal as you glow, your body filling out to support another life. He was obsessed with how your belly swelled, carrying his child.

You were already bewitching to him, but now you were divine. If anyone asked him who he prayed to, he would say your name with such care, such grace. You were making him a father again, who else could he thank besides you?

“Sure, sweetness.” He says. “Go ahead.”

Dahlia kisses your arm and then kisses your stomach before she kisses Heeseung’s nose. You both watch her quietly as she slides off the bed and waddles out of the bedroom, shutting the door behind her.

You swallow and stare up at Heeseung, smiling softly at him. He moves the tray of food on the other side of you and shifts closer. His arms are on either side of you and he stares down at you like you’re the most delicious thing he’s ever seen.

“Good morning, baby.”

You laugh and lean back into the headboard. “Morning, Seung.” You lift your hand and cup his cheek, smiling softly when he leans into your touch.

“How are you this fine morning, beautiful?”

There’s a glint in his eyes but you can see the curiosity in his eyes. He wants to make sure you’re okay. That you aren’t uncomfortable, that the baby hasn’t been bothering you. He’s always thinking about you. Well, you, the baby boy you’re carrying, and his baby girl.

“I’m doing amazing,” you tell him, honestly. “Seriously. You didn’t have to do any of this.”

“This is nothing,” he tells you. “You should have heard some of Dahlia’s ideas. She’s just as imaginative as you.” You grin at his teasing but then his eyes soften and he laces your hands together. “You know I’d give you the world, mamas.”

You squeeze his hand three times, unable to respond. When Dahlia was born, Heeseung began calling you ‘mama’ so she would pick it up. Whenever he said it around her, it warmed your heart.

When he said it like this, all low and enticingly, it made your insides flip inside out. It was different, because when he said it like this, it was like he wanted to make you a mama, again.

“I know,” you whisper. You bring his hand to your lips and kiss his knuckles.

Heeseung wants to do unspeakable things to you but he glances at the plate and realizes you haven’t eaten enough. He leans forward and presses his lips softly against yours, humming at the sweetness of the syrup and the savoury flavour of the bacon on your lips.

He pulls away too soon and pulls the tray closer to you. He leans back and you watch as he cuts a piece of waffle and bacon, making a proper bite before lifting it to your lips. You blink at him and he parts his lips. “Say ah, baby.”

You roll your eyes but let him feed you anyways. Heeseung smiles at you when you chew slowly, glad that your nausea hasn’t been acting up. He was a bit anxious about it but Dahlia had been very insistent and he was a weak man.

Heeseung makes another bite for you and like the obedient little wife you are, you open your mouth. A bit of syrup spills from the waffle and drips down your collarbones. Before you could even think of wiping it, Heeseung leans down and licks it off your skin.

You shiver when his tongue makes contact with your cool skin. He licks the sticky syrup from your body and then presses open mouth kisses to your collarbones. You sigh, eyes shutting, as Heeseung licks and sucks your skin.

His kisses travel up your neck, nibbling and biting. He presses a wet kiss to your jaw and pulls away, eyes ablaze. You’re slightly panting as you squeeze your thighs shut. Heeseung tilts his head and brushes his nose against yours. Your hands are on his shoulders, running up and down his bare chest.

“Seung, aren’t you hungry?” You’re slightly out of breath, and his closeness isn’t helping. You can’t help but feel a little guilty. He woke up early to make you breakfast and he has yet to eat anything.

Heeseung shakes his head and his lips curve upwards into a menacing smirk. “I just want you.”

You hear the double meaning in his voice, you can feel it against your skin with the way he was looking at you. He made you feel beautiful, like the stretching of your skin and swollen feet meant nothing to him.

“You have me.”

Heeseung’s lips hover above your own. “Any way I want?”

You tilt your chin upwards and press your lips against his in a short kiss. “However you want.”

Grinning, Heeseung pushes himself back and stands up. You blink at his sudden movements and watch as he lifts the tray and table. He folds the table and sets it against the wall and then makes his way to the door.

He turns back to you and grins at you in a way that reminds you of high school and janitor closets. “I hope you’re ready, baby.” You watch him leave your bedroom with heated eyes, instantly shifting further on the bed.

Heeseung walks down the hallway and into the kitchen. He sets the tray down on the counter and fills a pink sippy cup with water. Twisting the lit on, he quietly walks into the family room, eyes falling on his daughter laying on her stomach on the couch.

“Dahlia, flower, you shouldn’t lay on your stomach.” At her father’s voice, Dahlia instantly sits up and smiles brightly at him. She sits properly and pats the seat next to her.

“Papa, sit with me.”

Heeseung’s eyes soften and he feels a little guilty, but his wife is waiting patiently for him in bed so he doesn’t dwell on the guilt for too long. He kisses Dahlia on the head and hands her the cup. Instantly, she brings the chewed straw to her lips.

“Sorry, sweetness. Mama isn’t feeling too well so I’m gonna lay with her for a bit, okay?” Heeseung winces as Dahlia’s eyes widen in concern and before she could bolt down the hall, he pinches her cheek. “She ate too much and now she wants to nap. You know she has to nap, right?”

Dahlia nods, water dripping from her chin. “Cuz of the baby, right?”

Heesueng nods, a surge of love making his heart swell. “Exactly. And you’re not a baby anymore, right?”

Instantly, Dahlia shakes her head, almost looking offended at such accusations. “No! I’m a big girl.”

Heeseung scoops her up and laughs when she giggles, fauxing thrashing her arms. He nuzzles his nose into her stomach, heart content as she laughs loudly. “You are a big girl now, flower. Which means you’ll knock and only enter when we give permission, right?”

Still laughing, Dahlia nods aggressively. Confident in himself and her, he kisses her entire face before setting her back down on the couch. As the next Cocomelon song plays, Dahlia loses interest in her father.

Heeseung stares down at her for a few seconds before slipping away. He doesn’t know how he got here. He’s not sure who he saved in his past life, but he’s grateful for it. He never would have thought that he’d be this happy and content, but he’s immensely thankful.

He quietly twists the door open and slips into the bedroom, locking the door. At the sound, you look up from your phone, instantly setting it down. Heeseung leans against the door, staring at you. You look so heavenly, laying there just waiting to be ravished by him.

You feel small under his eyes and given the circumstances, it’s ironic. He stands there in nothing but blue shorts and yet, he’s the most handsome man you’ve ever seen. His hair is all tousled and he looks delicious.

Slowly, Heeseung walks towards you. His eyes are dark with something familiar and you can feel the heat of his gaze affect you. You watch with shallow breaths as he reaches the foot of your shared bed. He falls onto the mattress and crawls to you, tongue sliding across his bottom lip.

When he reaches you, he slots his leg between yours and settles his arms on either side of you. His breathing is almost as erratic as yours and you waste no time as you pull him into a heated kiss, arms wrapping around his neck.

Your lips pressed against his as you kissed him roughly, tired of the soft and safe kisses you both had shared the entire morning. Heeseung tilts his head and further deepens the kiss, slipping his tongue into your mouth. Tongues, teeth, and lips crash together in perfect harmony.

Heeseung’s knee rubs against your bare core as he presses himself further into you. Your hands travel up and down his back before you run a hand through his hair, pulling the long strands unconsciously.

Heeseung moans into the kiss and you swallow it, tracing his bottom lip with your tongue. He kisses you roughly before pulling away, immediately kissing down your jaw to your neck. His teeth graze your skin as he nibbles and sucks, and your head falls back, giving him more access.

With perfected practice, he kisses down your body. He shifts himself slightly back as he kisses down your clothed breasts, sucking and biting through the flimsy material. You whimper when his tongue pokes and prods your sensitive nipples. He quickly unbuttons your gown and kisses your exposed breasts, tongue swirling against your hardened nipples.

He kisses down your stomach, gentle as continues to unbutton your gown. He covers your entire covered belly with kisses and soft praises. He continues downward and unbuttons the last few buttons, leaving you bare and exposed to him. “So fucking pretty,” he mumbles.

You look so beautiful like this he almost can’t take it. Instead, he kisses down your stomach until he’s reached your pussy. He lays on his stomach and looks up at you. You can only see him because you’re propped up on the headboard, but the sight of your husband between your legs isn't one you want to ever miss.

Gently, Heeseung lifts each of your legs and places them a bit farther, forcing you to open yourself for him. He leans in and presses his nose against your cunt. Your hips jerk upwards at the feeling of him nosing your clit but he holds them down.

“So wet, baby,” he mumbles. He rubs his nose further into you, making you moan at the feeling. “Such a naughty girl,” he grins as he brings his hand to your pussy, rubbing your arousal all over your clit. You can barely breathe at the feeling of his nose and fingers. “Getting so wet while your baby girl is down the hall.” You whimper when he kisses your clit. “My dirty mama.”

Before you could say anything, he starts to plant wet, open-mouthed kisses along your thigh, alternating between nibbling and sucking on the tender flesh before tracing a wet path down your thigh to your dripping center. Your fingers weave into his hair as he eagerly explores you.

A moan escapes Heeseung's lips as he delves his tongue inside. Your body arches in response, teeth sinking into your lip to stifle the nearly escaping cry. His nose nudges against your swollen folds while his tongue expertly works its magic within you. A low hum reverberates through him as he licks and laps, sending delicious shivers down your spine.

Heeseung groans when you tug on his hair, his name slipping quietly from your lips in hurried breaths. The taste of you is perfect, and he can't seem to get enough. Sucking on your sensitive clit, he presses his nose deep within you, grinning against your cunt when you let out a loud cry.

“Heeseung,” you breathe. Your hands grip his hair tightly and when you pull, pushing him further into your pussy, he groans and the sound makes your legs shake.

As he fucked his tongue into you, sucking and slurping, he coated three of his fingers in your slick before plunging them in. You try your best to stifle your cry as your cunt sucks his fingers in. Your nerves are on fire and your mind is hazy with pleasure.

Heeseung matches the pace of his tongue with his fingers and he releases a quiet whimper when you try to close your legs, slightly suffocating him. With his other hand, he pushes at your thigh, gripping tightly.

“Fuck, fuck, Seung– fuck.” You’re panting, sweaty as pleasure overwhelms you. “I’m gonna cum–”

Heeseung doesn’t need the warning because he knows. He can feel it in the way you’re sucking him in, the way your legs are shaking as your slick gushes out of you and into his mouth. Pregnancy changed the way you tasted and he loved it, enough to claim being an addict.

The building of pleasure snapped inside you as he wrapped his lips around your clit and fucked his fingers into you. You sobbed out his name, clenching your eyes shut as your nerves lit on fire and your vision went white.

The bottom half of his face was shiny with your cum and slick as he continued to lick at you, his tongue working its way from your entrance all the way to your clit. He never wanted your orgasm to end.

You bit into your hand to muffle another scream as Heeseung kept pushing his fingers inside you, pushing your cum back into your sopping hole. Your knees weakened as he kept lapping all your juices. You could feel your core tighten again until another release washed through you, making you moan and whimper louder.

Heeseung licked you clean, swallowing the second orgasm swifter than the first. He slowly pulled his fingers out of you and pushed his tongue in, lapping up everything your cunt had to offer.

You breathed heavily as you tried to regain any sense of control back into your legs. Slowly, Heeseung sat up and licked his fingers clean, staring at you fervently as he did. Your pussy throbbed at the sight and loss of him, and you quietly whimpered out his name.

“You did so good for me, mama.” He crawled towards you and kissed you, tongue brushing against yours, letting you taste yourself. You hummed into his mouth and he swallowed it, his dick incredibly hard and throbbing.

He pulled away and looked down at you. You looked up at him with tears in your eyes and he kissed your eyelids. He could see the exhaustion in your eyes, hidden deep within the arousal and he made a decision.

Heeseung fell on the bed beside you, panting. You slightly turned towards him and he looked at you lovingly, a dazed smile on his lips. You both laid side-by-side. “How are you feeling, baby?”

You snickered, a bit out of it still. “Like I’ve just cummed twice.”

Heeseung grins at you and presses a soft kiss to your cheek. “Are you okay to keep going?”

You blink at him. “I’m pregnant, Seung. Not terminally ill.” At his unimpressed look, you snort. “Yes, I’m okay.” Heeseung continues to stare at you and you sigh, admitting defeat. “Fine. I’m a little tired.”

Heeseung nods in understanding and gestures for you to sit up and you do. He takes your pillow and fluffs it before motioning you to lay down. You follow his instructions and sigh in relief as the pressure is off your back.

You blink up at your husband. “Do me a favour and listen to me blindly for the next two minutes.” Instantly, Heeseung nods as he lays beside you, sweaty and beautiful. You eye his bulge and lick your lips.

You turn so your back faces Heeseung and he watches and waits patiently. Once you’re comfortable on your side, you slightly turn your head. “Lay on your side, Seungie. Close to me,” you say.

Heeseung does exactly that. He fluffs his pillow before laying on his side, arm immediately around your waist as his chest presses into your back. You smile at him and he nuzzles his face into your neck.

“What now, baby?”

“Now you fuck me silly.”

Heeseung grins at your words as he nips at your neck. “You’re sure, Y/n?”

You nod. “Yes. Please, Seung. I need you in me.”

Heeseung presses an open mouthed kiss to the crevice of your shoulder and he pulls his throbbing cock out of his shorts. He lifts one of your legs and sets it on his own, rubbing his dick against your cunt, coating it in your slick. You hold your breath as he pushes the head slowly inside, moaning out his name as your pussy sucks him in.

You were a bit tighter than usual during pregnancy and it drove Heeseung fucking insane. He squeezes one of your breasts, playing with your nipple as he pushes his cock slowly inside you, bottoming out.

You moan at the stretch and fullness you feel, arching your back a bit so your ass presses flush against his hips. Heeseung begins slowly rocking his hips against you, sliding his dick in and out of you at the most delicious pace. “That’s it, mamas. Suck me in, just like that.”

“Hee,” you whimpered.

Heeseung continued to fuck you slowly, one of his hands holding your leg and the other plates with your breasts before travelling down your body and circling your clit. His pace increased and his fingers quickened. Before you could cry out, he shoved the same fingers into your mouth, making you gag on them.

“Quiet, baby.” His voice sent chills down your spine. “Dahlia is right outside. You don’t want her to know how dirty mama truly is, do you?” At his words, your walls fluttered around his cock and he hissed. “You like that? Huh, baby?” He fucked you harder as your tongue swirled around his fingers.

His cock twitched and he could feel that you were close. “Cum for me, mamas. Cum all over my cock like the dirty girl you are.”

Your cries echoed through the room as you climaxed, your cum coating his cock as you surrendered to the waves of pleasure. Your body convulsed uncontrollably, your inner walls gripping him with a fierce intensity. Heeseung's own moans mingled with yours as he bit down on your neck, releasing himself within you.

He emptied himself into you, the sound of his release mixing with your own juices, creating a symphony of ecstasy. With each thrust, he filled you completely, his gaze transfixed on the mesmerizing sight of his cock disappearing into your warmth.

Amidst your incoherent babbling, Heeseung continued to pump into you, utterly lost in the depths of your being. His movements were relentless, driven by a primal urge he couldn't deny. Tears streamed down your cheeks, a mixture of overstimulation and raw emotion overwhelming your senses.

As the final drops of his cum dripped into your core, he gradually slowed his pace, pressing tender kisses to your neck and shoulders. Ever so gently, Heeseung moves to pull out of you but your hand on his waist stops you. Pushing himself further into you, he wraps his arm around you and pulls you flush against his back.

You both pant heavily, trying to regain your composure. It doesn’t help that he’s still inside you, but you can’t stomach the loss of him either. You feel so complete when his cock is buried in you and even though your vision is blurry, you love it.

Heeseung presses a gentle kiss to your neck. “You alright, baby?”

You close your eyes. “Mhm. I love you.”

Heeseung laughs and buries his face in your hair. “I love you too, Y/n.” He smiles against your skin. “I’m going to get a bath started for you.” Your nails dig deeper into his skin and he grins.

“In a bit,” you mumble. Your eyes are drooping and you know that you should probably check on your daughter soon, but everything inside you is pulling you to sleep.

Heeseung can tell you’re falling asleep. The tightness in your shoulders has melted and your breathing is slightly shallow and even. He holds you tightly as you succumb to the darkness. He waits a bit, until you’re snoring, to quietly pull out of you.

He bites his bottom lip to suppress his hisses as your warm cunt practically sucks him in but he refrains. He fixes his shorts and slides out of bed, grabbing a fresh wash cloth to wipe you down. He cleans you as best as he can and buttons your nightgown.

He sits at the edge of the bed and stares down at your soft sleeping face. You look so content and freshly fucked, it’s one of his favourite looks on you. “Happy mother’s day, mamas.” He presses a soft kiss to your forehead and goes to the bathroom to clean himself.

Then, once he’s clean, he walks out of the bedroom and into the family room. His eyes zone in on Daliah’s sleeping body and he coos, scooping her into his arms. He brings his baby girl into the master bedroom and decides that a nap in their bed wouldn’t hurt.

He slides back into bed and lays Daliah on his chest. One of his arms wraps protectively around her sleeping body and she tucks her little face into his neck. Naturally, seeking his warmth, you turn in your sleep.

With his wife on one side and his daughter on his chest, he lays a hand on her pregnant belly.

This is all he’s ever wanted. A little, loving family.

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lhspeachie · 18 days

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⤷‧₊˚ FEATURING hyung line from enhypen ningning & giselle from aespa chaewon from lessarafim beomgyu & taehyun from txt + more!

WHAT ARE YOU IN FOR !? s2l & slight e2l(?) social media au college au romance fluff crack

「 WARNINGS 」 contains profanity kms/kys jokes threatening slightly suggestive making out kissing college parties y/n's face claim is belle from kiof lmk if there's more

RELEASE DATE . . . tbd / early or late june

TAGLIST OPEN send an ask or dm !

NOTE hihihi i know i'm on a mini break rn but i couldn't help myself with this :) this has been my idea since awhile ago so please please enjoy !! this is also for the loml @flwrstqr

CHAPTERS AND PROFILES ARE UNDERWORKS

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lhspeachie · 19 days

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OH GIRLS JUST WANNA HAVE FUN

pairing: broke!lhs x filthy!richfem!reader

synopsis: lee heeseung thought that moving to upper class california and changing his name to “ethan” would get rid of all his problems. it was all perfect until he met troubled rich y/n pesci, who he finds himself not getting enough of

genre: irl + smau, rich nepobabies with crazy connections, opposites attract, ANGST ANGST, fluff, mature content, suggestive content

author’s note: as you can tell, this is very based of off baby on netflix but i haven’t watched it fully so it’s gonna be like baby but ki’s version yippie 🤗 anyway very slow updates so don’t come @ me ive warned yall

taglist open for now 🔊

characters: 001 | 002

one: rich people love erehwon

two: the pescis are troubled people

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lhspeachie · 20 days

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young, dumb, and full of.. (l. hs, p. sh, s. jy, p. js)

pairing. female reader x heeseung x sunghoon x jake x jay

genre. what in the hentai is this? AU, I don’t know either, multiple partners, M/F, she works hard for the money, pwop

warnings. cnc(do not read if that makes you uncomfortable. thanks.), explicit smut.. pure filth, profanity, 🎥 and we’re rolling- in public, y/n is a famous pcorn star, hyung line are all pretty terrible, nct side characters, smut warnings under cut. minors DNI.

wc. 8000+

a/n. thank you for 10,000+ followers🩷

smut warnings. it’s porn- literally, it’s supposed to be unrealistic, dom hyung line, chikan(hyung line taking advantage of a sweet little angel on a train, that’s basically it), use of ‘little one/princess/slut/whore/baby’ etc, degradation, groping, fondling, forced handjob, fingering, breast play/torture, mind break, manhandling, spitting, oral, double penetration, anal(going in dry), choking, hair pulling, crying, rough sex, unprotected sex, cum shots galore. enjoy.

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“Pigtails?”

Scrunching your face up, you yawn as you get a look at the minimal makeup on your skin. A little brush of mascara, lipgloss that could appear to be merely chapstick, and a light wash of tint to awaken your tired appearance at this hour.

“Don’t I look a bit..”

“Young?” The stylist behind you cackles, nodding to the call sheet on her vanity. “Did you not read about today’s concept?”

“You know I never bother with looking over those anymore, just do what the boss tells me to do.”

Speaking of- Jaemin shows up right on time with coffee in hand to wake you up for today’s shoot.

“Drink up, you’re going to need it.” He warns mischievously.

“Oh great, is it that time of the month already?” Aggressively stirring your iced cold brew to melt together, you reach for the call sheet. “Another gangbang?”

“You know it.” He hums, waving over your appearance. “Anyway can add some fake braces? She’s supposed to be really innocent and virginal.”

“I could but they may not last through deep throating.” The stylist quips, adding ribbons to your pigtails.

“Who’s working with me today?”

“New guys.” Jaemin leans against the vanity, nodding toward the entrance. “They should be arriving soon, Johnny hand-picked them himself.”

“New guys for a group scene?” You frown.

“They’re no amateurs, and they’ve been killing it with the streams.” He lets you know, diverting his attention to the door opening. “Here they come.”

Four new guys, great. These group shoots can be hard enough with your experienced costars, why the fuck would Johnny choose amateurs for this.

“Guys, over here!” Jaemin shouts, motioning for the four confused men to approach.

Ah the nerves radiating off of them could induce a damn panic attack. Just great. The shortest of the bunch breaks out into a wide smile, dragging his palms down his hips to absorb the sweat that’s collected on them.

“Good to see you again guys,” Jaemin waves, peering over their clothing. “You know, I was going to have you fitted but what you all have on right now could work perfectly for this shoot. If you’re okay with getting a little messy?”

They shrug and nod, taking in what each is wearing. “I would have tried a little more if I had known..”

“No no this is perfect.” Jaemin snaps, waving over the four. “This is even better than my original idea. The four of you look like hooligans.. menaces to society.”

“Oh that’s great.” The one with the big smile chuckles nervously, heavy Australian adding charm along with the continuous way he bounces on the balls of his feet. “We’re the bad boys in town.”

“That’s right, and the star of the show,” he turns back to face you, proudly framing your face to display a prize. “She’s the good girl, never been kissed, hasn’t ever taken a cock.” Peering over his shoulder, he winks at them. “Which we all know is a fucking lie.”

“Jaemin.” You whine, adjusting the robe that’s been slipping from your shoulders. “So the new boys are here to cause trouble?”

Their ears perk up faster than dogs when a can of food gets cracked open. Four alert eyes widen, throats bobbing up and down. “There’s that look, we have some fans here I see.” Jaemin chides. “You’re all familiar with the legend then.”

“Uhh,” mumbled sounds and a few whispered ‘yeah’s meld between the four, shifting their gazes away.

“Don’t be shy, you’ll be getting to know each other from the inside out soon.” He winks again, motioning for them to step closer.

“You’re so vulgar.” You sneer, pinching his exposed bicep.

“Are you not the one with a golden dick award for most impressive anal gape sitting on your coffee table?”

“Right next to my starlet of the year.” You smirk, returning your attention to the four newcomers forcing their nervous smiles to not chatter.

“Nice to meet you guys, welcome to the team.”

“I’m Jake,” that smooth accent comes out more confidently now, despite the tremble racking down the hand that he holds out for you. “It’s an honor to have this opportunity to film with you.”

“I like him, he’s respectful.” Shaking Jake’s hand, you ignore the ‘for now’ Jaemin whispers. Turning to the next who introduces himself at Jay, more quiet and cold when he bows with his hands clenched behind his back.

“Sunghoon.” A sharp smile follows, bowing his head before taking your hand. “Very excited to work with you.”

The last of the group holds the most intense eye-contact, sleek gaze carrying a silent confidence as he takes your hand and lays a kiss against your knuckles. “My name's Heeseung, really hope we get to work more together in the future.”

“Wow, must be my lucky day.” You flirt calmly, scanning them up and down. “Maybe Johnny knew what he was doing.”

“Yeah, Heeseung here hit 500 million viewers on stream last week.”

“Wow that’s a lot.” You say surprised, taking time to look him up and down. “You must be giving them something worth watching.”

“All of them do really good in the polls too.” Jaemin continues, pulling on a hat that he insists on wearing while filming and directing. “Should be a really good video outcome, I think our audience is ready for some fresh meat. Specifically to watch you get pounded by some new blood.”

“Look up vulgarity sometime.” Rolling your eyes, you lean back in the makeup chair. “Should I get dressed now?”

“Yeah, let’s get this going soon. Don’t want to lose light and have to make it look less authentic.” Whispering to the stylist, he instructs to keep your school uniform a bit unrealistic, slutty. This is porn afterall.

“Boys, come with me. We all have to earn our stripes here unless you’re the one taking cock.” Ordering the new group to follow him to set, you smile and wave them off. The tallest one, Heeseung, pursing his lips at you before heading off.

“He’s trouble.” The stylist says with raised eyebrows.

“You know the rule, no fucking outside of work.” You sigh, moving to the rack of clothes to be fitted.

“And I know those rules get broken around here.”

Brushing off that comment, you adjust the plaid skirt hugging your waist tightly, dragging out a pair of white cotton panties. The look is supposed to be innocent of course, even if the skirts far too short to cover up the bottom half of your ass. Leaving the top buttons of your blouse open to show-off cleavage, you pull on knee high socks and loafers. It’s the typical naive sweet innocent school girl look- perfect for this scenario.

“You got a real bus for this?” Entering the set , you fix the backpack straps on your shoulders, walking up to Jaemin. “Talk about budget.”

“We’re big time now, and also it was the cheaper option.” He notes, messing with the camera lens. “Building an entire set would have wasted time.”

“Alright, what’s the rundown?”

“Right,” he stands up straight, fixing his cap again. “Come here guys.”

The four stand up and huddle together, most trying to avoid looking at you. “Obviously we’re filming a chikan scene, so don’t worry about acting much. I just need you to fuck. We want cock sucking, a lot of groping, cover her mouth.” Motioning to you, he cups your jaw to use you as a prop. “I expect you to cum multiple times too, on her face, tits, ass, panties, make a fucking mess alright?”

Panic fills their faces as they nod along. You’ve become more than used to this after working under Jaemin’s directions for the past year. “I’ll have to intervene once in a while to change your positions for certain shots, we like to get some up close point of view ones. The viewers really love that, but for the most part I want you to do your thing.”

Letting you go, he directs where you’ll start off outside of the bus. “You’ll see her standing alone on the platform looking clueless, headphones on, playing on her phone, completely dumb and oblivious to her surroundings. That’s when you’ll set the plan in motion,” he points at Heeseung, fingers snapping. “You, the big one, you’ll be the ringleader. You’ll see her first, and tell your buddies that this is your conquest today. That’s when you’ll corner her on the bus and start harassing her, threatening her to succumb.”

Sunghoon hides a pout fast when Heeseung gets chosen. “We all get to fuck her right?”

“Of course.” Jaemin assures. “And don’t hesitate to stick it in her ass, use the fuck out of her. I want a lot of footage for this one.”

“If I can’t speak up I’ll pinch you to stop.” You add, knowing they’ve gone over the rules and do’s and don’ts with Johnny before being allowed to participate in one of his productions.

“Yeah, she’s a pro.” Jaemin, being the proud director he is, flicks your chin. “No one in this industry can take cock like our little princess.”

“Well, when you put it that way, I can accept your vulgarity.” Doing a quick spin on your foot, you bounce excitedly. “I’m ready to go, oh and I’m all prepped too so don’t focus on foreplay too much.”

“We won’t be having a closed set today either, the extras will be coming in just a minute here so try not to focus on them. Concentrate on the scene, I want it to feel really raw and gritty. We’re here to make a depraved masterpiece, got it?”

Heeseung claps his hands, nodding, shooting a thumbs up at the director. “Won’t let you down.”

“Good, because if you do,” Jaemin grins manically, stepping back to get behind the camera. “Those contracts will be altered.”

It must be so nerve wracking to be a male performer entering the adult industry. All you had to do was fuck your boss on camera and you were the companies new starlet by the next week.. but then again, you’re being sold for much more than just your body. It’s all about the face, the moans, the pretty way you cry, how many dicks can be stuffed inside of one of your holes. Even the pigtails currently styled in your hair can make or break a scene. Whereas a man is simply viable for his giant cock- their careers in this world hold more longevity even if their pay hardly compares to yours.

Luckily you’ll never have to experience that, all you have to do is ride cock and look good enough to make horny losers cum off that alone.

“Let’s get some shots of you first.” Jaemin instructs, filming you walking around with your favorite playlist turned on. Carelessly twirling your hair around your index finger as you walk back and forth in front of the bus doors and place one foot in-front of the other to walk along a painted line.

“Pose right there, a little concern in the face.”

Furrowing your eyebrows, you peer over your shoulder as if a group of feral young barbaric men are ready to eat you up when they see you turn and reveal the bare backs of your thighs. White cotton underwear tucked beautifully between your ass. The four onlookers watch you work, already building up a sweat off the way you taunt and tease the camera alone.

“We’re really doing this.” Jay mutters, stealing a sneaking look at Jake next to him. The other dryly swallows, adjusting his dick to press against his stomach under his belt.

“I really wanna fuck her.”

Sunghoon says lowly behind his hand, doing his best to ignore the extras that walk onto set. Harder to ignore when he estimates more than 30 men have entered the small area.

“Let’s do our best, can’t be too different from jerking off on live in front of millions of strangers.” Heeseung encourages his friends, having met them when joining the streaming company a year ago that called for attractive young men desperate to make good and fast money.

“Hee’s right, this is our big break.” Jake adds, straightening up when Jaemin points at the four of them.

“Enter from over there and make your way to the platform.” Yelling loudly, he gets everyone on set in order before calling out ACTION!

It’s time to turn it on, what you’re really known for. Connecting with the camera in a way that allows your fans to feel like they’re the ones getting to fuck you. That’s what they love about you, what keeps them coming back to your videos when they need a quick nut.

It helps that Johnny insists on only hiring attractive men to participate in his videos. Who doesn’t love to watch good looking people fuck? That’s why you made it a priority to audition for his company above any other.

It’s hard not to get excited when you can feel four sets of eyes watching you, following each and every small step you take waiting for the bus to arrive. Each of them are too good looking in such unique ways. Jake has that eager to please smile, bright eyes that look ready to grant you any wish. Jay with that sharp jawline, straight nose and dark lethal gaze, terrifying how one look from him could scorch your feet to the ground. Sunghoon, clearly the perfect one, not a single minuscule flaw on his gorgeous face, built as if he came straight from a Ken doll manufacturing company(but well equipped with Ken’s missing part).

And Heeseung, the one with looks that could kill. Quickly you lock eyes with him before twisting away and anxiously swallowing. The short memory of his soft lifts grazing your knuckles tingles up your spine, thighs tightly pressing together where you stand recalling the way he peered up at you. That indescribable look behind his eyes that made your gut coil, spiked fear and a rush of arousal all at once. Of course he’d be appointed the main, his energy alone could get you on your knees faster before he could even finish bellowing out the order to do so.

It’s fitting how exhilarated and uneasy you feel, perfect to build up what’s about to happen as soon as you enter this bus.

The four boys appear on camera looking exactly the way Jaemin envisioned. A group of delinquents decked down from head to toe in baggy clothes, worn hoodies, ripped jeans, bulky shoes covered in scuff marks from running around and eating shit off a skateboard. They look ready to get up to no good, emphasized by the way Heeseung nudges into Sunghoon’s side and nods toward your unaware figure. His chin tipping in to whisper and signal for Jay and Jake to follow their lead.

From a viewers standpoint, this is the norm. An average after school activity of illegal reckless teenage behavior. Because this is such a busy route at this hour, more than easy to get away with murder in broad daylight amongst a full cart.

Motioning to his friends, they make their way to get behind you. The headphones in your ears keep you clueless to the scheming taking place only a couple of steps away. Two men barricade your sides as you enter ahead of the rush onto the bus, ushered to the furthest back corner as too many pile in and force their weight to fit in, rather suffer the time squished together than wait longer for another ride.

Jake and Jay manage to stay by your side despite the pushing and shoving to enter, keeping a close position next to you with their arms reaching up to grab onto the metal bars nearby. Sunghoon speaks silently with one look, shoulder to shoulder with Heeseung where they stand in front of you blocking your view of the rest of the occupants. It’s perfect on screen, a successful trap to leave you with no way to escape.

The fear written all over your face only amplifies how terrifying all of this is for you. Grasping the straps of your backpack tight enough to leave indentations against the insides of your fingers, nibbling your bottom lip with your gaze trained on the pairs of shoes facing you. Swarmed by the scent of hair gel, cologne, minty mouthwash each time Jake breathes against your ear. It’s torturous to wait for the cart to fill up with each of them taking in your appearance, nodding in approval to each other that you’ll do just fine right now. A birds eye view gets the perfect shot of how small you look surrounded by them, helpless, a little prey counting down the seconds for your predators to pounce.

The shift of the cart has you stumbling forward, cheek crashing against Sunghoon’s chest in front of you. His tongue clicks disapprovingly, shoving your shoulders back to launch you into Jake’s chest who took the opportunity to stand in your place. Further suffocating you between their warm worn down clothing.

“You should be careful little one.” His accent sounds huskier whispering against your earlobe, hands finding your waist to hold you in place.

“Ah-it’s okay,” you attempt to shimmy away, gripped tighter to not let you budge.

“Stay your pretty little ass right there.” He says shortly, wrapping an arm around your torso to press you flat against him, his other hand rushing down to bunch the side of your skirt together. “Do you know how dangerous it is for you to be walking around like this by yourself?”

“You’re lucky we ended up on here with you.” Jay’s deep tone speaks quietly from your side, moving close to place his palm under Jake’s arm. “Imagine some of these old motherfuckers had gotten to you first and taken advantage of you.”

“He’s right.” Jake huffs against your ear, lips smoothing down to your earlobe. “Count your lucky stars that it will be us using you however we please instead.”

The same hinted at panic that had been worrying your face implodes, opening your mouth wide to call out for help only for Sunghoon’s palm to slap down and cut you off. “Don’t even fucking think about it.”

The muffled cry for help still manages to make it far enough for the hidden microphones set up around you to catch, something the viewers will really enjoy as your struggle begins.

Jake squeezes in even closer somehow, breathing right into your ear as he scratches down your upper thigh. “I’m a big fan.” He whispers extra quietly, eyelids low. “Can’t wait to cum inside of you.”

Fuck. It’s a good thing Sunghoon has a grip hard enough to leave fingerprint marks behind over the lower half of your face. Having to wrinkle your eyes shut to stop them from rolling up, you’d moan given the chance. Risking this moment on the clock to admit that only makes the wetness trickling from your cunt rush out faster. Panties completely soaked through before you’ve even been properly touched.

“I don’t know.” Jay chuckles softly, grazing his palm lower to cup between your clenched thighs. “I think she seriously can’t wait for us to use her.”

“Is that right?” Sunghoon glares at you viscously. “Here I thought we found ourselves a nice innocent little virgin. What type of virgin gets wet from this, huh?”

“Nah, she’s soaking.” Lifting his hand up between your bodies, Jay shows off how glossy you’ve left his palm, further setting in how humiliated you should feel right now.

“What a darling angel.” Jake remarks, nibbling your earlobe between his plump lips. “Only a virgin could get that wet so easily. We’ve barely started with you.”

Sunghoon’s palm loosens off your mouth, dragging an index finger down the middle of your lips. “If you scream, I’ll make sure you never make another sound again. Got it?” He smiles, charming and handsome, but the sadistic tone he speaks in can hardly go unnoticed. Softly nodding, you whimper when Jake digs his blunt nails into your upper thigh, dragging them up to scratch at the hem of your pantyline.

“Don’t be so mean,” he laughs raspily. “We can play nice if she cooperates. You’ll be a good girl for us right sweetie?”

Heeseung clears his throat, grabbing onto Sunghoon’s shoulder to tug him closer and whisper something. The same dark observant gaze traces over your face as his lips move, no doubt issuing orders as the leader of the crew. Nodding, Sunghoon reaches for his phone, angling the camera at your face before you can look away. “Let’s see that pretty smile.”

“You heard him.” Jay says annoyed, clutching your jaw to force you to look ahead. The sight of sharp teeth behind the phone twist your gut, wondering if he’ll leave bite marks behind to admire tomorrow when you roll out of bed after no doubt using half of the day to recover. “Give us a smile.”

“So cute baby.” Jake hums, dragging his fingers under your panties.

“That’s a face I won’t forget anytime soon.” Sunghoon says menacingly, turning the phone around to display the photo. “None of us will.”

The silent threat is meant to keep your tongue hidden, lips trembling as you take in the distraught look on your face. Jake smiling over your shoulder, Jay leaning in with his nose dug into your cheek allowing his sharp jawline to shine.

“That’s a good girl.”

“Bet you’re always on time for class, never tardy.” Jake adds onto Jay’s commentary. The three of them throw out more degrading words as Heeseung stands guard with his arms crossed over his chest, stoic expression unwavering.

“All these books.” Sunghoon grins, spilling your belongings from the backpack they managed to remove from your shoulders along with the embroidered uniform blazer you had on. “Real studious huh? Top of your class and shit.”

“Hope that means you’re a fast learner.”

Jake maneuvers you to face Jay, dipping his hand deeper inside of your underwear to cup your cunt. “Fuck you’re seriously dripping.”

Muffled whimpers escape under Jay’s burning gaze, sandwiched between the two making fast to feel up your body. The undone buttons give easy access to pop the rest free, one ripping off and hitting one of the cameras like a pingpong.

“That’s a money shot.” Jaemin whispers from his chair, chin in hand while focusing on the scene unfolding. Johnny was right, these new guys hardly needed any type of assistance.

“Can’t believe you can even fit these inside of that uniform.” Jay licks at his lips, rolling your flimsy bra down under your breasts to release your naked chest.

“Please don’t—“

“Shut the fuck up.” Sunghoon laughs breathily. “I don’t care how fucking cute you sound begging. Don’t make a God damn scene.”

“Don’t be shy baby.” Jay nearly salivates, slowly ducking forward with his eyes trained on your face. Pleased by the tears that have begun to well up at the rims. “These fat tits deserve to be seen.”

Soft lips wrap around one of your nipples, biting down roughly until it fully hardens. Jay’s mouth switches back and forth between your breasts, pinching and rolling whichever stiffened little bud his mouth can’t occupy. “Fuck you’re shaking so much.” He mumbles, continuing to assault your tits until the soft wrinkled flesh around your nipples swell. The stimulation shooting waves down to your knees until they lock and you fully slump back against Jake.

“Think she’s gonna cum from this alone.” He speaks up from behind you, amazed by the amount of wet arousal filling up his palm. “Fuck, I need to get inside this pussy.”

Biting down on your shoulder, his chest buries against your back to keep you held up. Freeing himself from the confines of his baggy jeans enough to get them just beneath his ass. He drags your ruined panties to one side, bending at his knees to shove his length against your swollen folds. “Holy fuck.”

“Don’t fuck her without me.” Jay murmurs, mouth too busy leaving teeth marks and bruises on your chest.

“N-no please!” You shriek as Jake ruts against your cunt, hard cock spreading your chubbed folds open. The glide seamless thanks to the amount of slick pouring from your hole.

“That’s it.” Sunghoon grits loudly, bringing his palm back over your mouth. “Clearly you can’t listen for shit. You know what that makes you?”

“A bad girl.” Jake moans all too pleased, humping against your backside to fully soak his cock with your juices. The head smashing against the front of your underwear, stretching out the worn down cotton material with each rough push.

“And do you know what happens to bad little whores like you?” Jay kneads your chest, spitting at your breasts until they gleam with saliva. “They get fucked, hard.”

“N-need to fuck her right now.” Jake whines, holding down a hiss by biting down on the back of your neck.

“Then fuck her already.” Sunghoon growls quietly, grabbing your hand to rub up and down the thick bulge protruding from his sweats. “We don’t have all day.”

“Keep these on.” Jay whispers heavily, yanking on the sides of your underwear until they stretch painfully and cut into your skin, pushing out the fleshy meat to shape the curves of your ass.

A camera angled beneath your bodies captures everything perfectly, from Jay’s hand sweeping between your thighs to glide Jake’s length between your folds, to the aggressive way he hauls one of your legs up for easier access, visibly digging the tips of his fingers into your sensitive flesh.

“Oh fuckkk,” prodding the tip of his cock inside, Jake’s neck loosens letting out a long-winded groan. Eyes clenched shut as he inches in and Sunghoon maintains fierce eye contact with you, hiding a smile when your tears break and roll down to dampen his hand.

“Tighter than a fucking virgin.”

“Is she?” Sunghoon questions, leaning in closer to whisper. “Can’t wait to ruin your tight pretty cunt.”

Gripping onto your wrist harder, he forces your hand up and down over his bulge. The three of them close in on you until you feel like you can no longer breathe without inhaling their musky scents. Sweat mixes with the cologne and body wash clinging to their skin, each of them taking long showers to scrub down clean and smooth before their debut shoot. “The harder you try to put up a fight..” he hisses, unleashing his fully aroused length. “The harder I get.”

“It’s so fucking cute how you keep whining.” Jake agrees, building up a rhythm, hip bones crashing against your ass. “Seriously, I was so nervous.” He speaks extra quietly into your ear, panting short breaths between each word. “But you’re so fucking hot I’m losing my mind.”

The desperation dripping off his tongue causes your knees to buckle, gripping Jay’s chest with your free hand as Sunghoon’s much larger one forces you to wrap around his stiffened girth. Thick heated up flesh swipes back and forth against your palm, jerked forward by Jake’s eager thrust. The whole scene screams delinquent horny young men, as dark the whole scenario is supposed to come across, you can already sense a hit being made. Streams exploding, purchases breaking numbers, the four becoming regulars on future sets that could easily become highly favored by fans.

Hands swarm from your ass to your chest, Jay’s mouth working mercilessly until your breast look pained enough to burst. The nipples ramrod hard, bitten over, skin swollen and puffy around. With an all too pleased gleam passing his gaze, he reaches between your thighs to tease your hardened nub. Using the same effort to raise you onto your toes, digging deep into the cute faux-leather loafer with one leg dangling in the air hooked over his flexed arm.

“You’re seriously such a whore.” He hisses, expertly grazing your clit between two digits. “Getting off to this, aren’t you?

“Uh-huh—“ you manage to mumble dumbly. Rocked back and forth onto Jake’s fat girth. Sunghoon controlling the way you jerk him off, and Jay torturing your clit into a frenzy. The heat budding from between your thighs rises, coiling from your gut to your sternum, chest caving in.

“Cut cut!” Jaemin screams out loud abruptly, instructing everyone to stay put. “I need a good shot of this.”

Controlling the camera above your head, he works the crane to get closer. The shot aimed at the dead look behind your eyes, the typical dumb porn slut look. Only yours is special, what you’re most known for. The eye contact you manage to grab the viewer with through the camera, almost as if you’ve caught a peeping Tom. But instead of appearing angry or upset, you welcome them into this fantasy, living out every perverse sensation and need. This is the shot that breaks the third wall, removes any sense of guilt and reminds you that this is just porn and you should absolutely be getting off right now.

“Rolling!” He howls out, focused on the screen that’s zoned in on your sultry lust-filled gaze. The enjoyment behind the corners of you tweaked up lips, the tip of your tongue dragging across your teeth. Neck arched back allowing Sunghoon’s to grip around your throat, his palm starkly large and veiny in contrast to your delicate décolleté. It’s perfect and beautiful on screen, but really the best view for Heeseung.

Watching on this entire time, he could rip out his tongue by now. Suffering the more he waits and waits and waits. Balled up fist hidden inside the sleeves of his hoodie to keep a cool and calm stature. He knows it will be worth the wait after all this anticipation. Johnny had said when they finished all the paperwork and finalized contracts that most likely his first scene would be with you. Standing here now made it all so surreal, washing his mouth with spit the heavier his tongue grows, in disbelief at the display before him.

It’s a new feeling to get hard watching over his friends have their way with a girl he knows they’ve all beat off to numerous times. None too shy to drop links in the group chat to videos they deemed great for a fast stroke sesh, your face often appeared.

The same face fighting back pleasured moans, forcing your forehead to wrinkle together and scrunch your nose in disgust as tears roll down your cheeks. If he even accidentally brushed his dick up against something right now he’s sure he’d spill over and ruin his briefs.

“Taking cock real good for a virgin aren’t you?” Jay smirks, pushing a finger in alongside Jake to stretch your hole open further. “He looks ready to explode back there.” Wasting no time to add another finger, he jokingly nods to his friend behind you. Tongue lolled out, slobbering over his chin like some starved animal. He thrusts deep, feeding you each inch of his big cock. “I’m going in, cover her mouth good.” He mumbles, chin pointed at Sunghoon.

The taller agrees, dipping his index and middle finger in past your lips. “Hope your mouth’s better than this shit handjob.”

Stretching his digits out as much as he can inside of you, he grunts and pulls out, using the wetness clinging to his skin to coat his cock. “Relax.” He hisses softly, gripping around the middle of his length to force the tip in past your filled hole. The prodding has you kicking off the floor, foot dangling in the air with gurgled yelps emitting around Sunghoon’s fingers.

The position Jay’s managed to get you in makes the glide less painful, giving your entrance a few jabs before finally popping the tip of his cock inside. Wrinkles dig into the skin around his eyes as he passes along his friend's slippery length. The two releasing deep guttural groans when the tips meet inside of you.

“Jesus fucking Christ.” Jake moans out raggedly, sounding torn by the grip that blankets around him with Jay’s cock nudged up against his. They move in opposite motions, Jay pulling out whenever Jake thrusts back in, the friction budding against your inner walls pinching at a tense heat in your stomach. Wrapping your lips around the fingers in your mouth to cut off a scream, you suck, hand lazily continued to be dragged by Sunghoon’s grip. His deep breaths resonate from your side, not as desperate as Jake’s blowing into your ear, but loud enough to pick up on.

“G-gonna cum.” Sunghoon says behind pursed lips, stripping your hand off his size to force his cock between you and Jay. “On her panties.”

“God damn.” Jay wouldn’t believe it given any other moment, not being the first time he’s ever fucked with the same girl his friends have. Kissing the backs of his teeth, he slows down to blink the blur away from his eyes and watch as Sunghoon tugs at his cock roughly, white strings shooting out onto your mound and the base of his own length.

It should be gross to feel his friend’s warm gooey cum drip down to his balls as he bends his knees to throw you up and down on his and Jake’s swollen members, but he can’t deny the way his sack tightens up. Eyes rolling back letting out a howl that would without a doubt grab everyone’s attention on a full train in reality.

“Fuck—I’m cumming, I’m fucking cumming.” Jay groans, deep and rumbled. Wrapping his arms around your shoulders for better leverage to really make these last few sloppy thrusts count. Each aim of his slimy wet cock more frantic than the last, the friction of Jake’s size rubbing along the underside of his making his head spin faster. Between the grip on your waist from behind, you get bounced between the two of them. Hole stretched impossibly wide, ripping at the hair lining Jay’s nape to calm your need to shout.

Their ministrations are ruthless, running after sweet release in tandem, unbothered by the muffled shrieks emitting from beneath Sunghoon’s hand.

Jake’s garbled uh-uhn-uh’s puffing against your ear twists through your brain, eyes rolled back desperately dying to get out a scream. Another wave of hot pleasure spills as your resistance shatters and you lick at Sunghoon’s palm, finally letting out a high-pitched scream.

“Take it.” Jay growls huskily, pumping his cock in deep despite Jake’s whining. He slams in one more time, shoving his seed deep enough inside to paint your cervix with the mess.

Slapping at his chest, Jake shoves him away with one hand, fully taking advantage when his length slips out and he has complete free range to go wild inside your pussy. The little pained sounds he’d been letting out turn gruff, belting your waist to drag you up and down his size. The slip and slide on and off his cock even easier with Jay’s load coating him. He pants harshly along the column of your throat, letting out a shattered shout when the first flick of hot tongue laps against the underside of his size.

“Oh shit.” He simpers between grinding teeth. Jay looks up, from between your thighs, tongue dragging aimlessly from your clit to the thick girth burying inside your stretched hole. Sweat and wet slick meld together down his nose, lips dripping with a bit of his own release as he kisses along your pussy folds angrily wrapped around Jake’s cock.

“Shitshit—I’m gonna—c-cum,” he stutters, trembling against your back. The grip on your waist loosening as he topples over.

“Move.” Sunghoon sounds near demonic, throwing an arm around your waist to snatch you away from the two. Ripping you off Jake’s length too fast, cum pours down your inner thighs, hole rapidly convulsing open. “Shhh, shut the fuck up.”

His reputation of being mouthy on stream precedes him, shoving you down onto your knees roughly between curses. “You wanna get caught acting like a fucking whore?”

“Nuh—no,” you shake, giant watery eyes blinking up pleadingly. Biting down harshly, his jaw twitches, resisting the urge to crumble and drag you back up. No one’s made a proper mess of your pretty face yet, and he’s not one to disappoint.

“Didn’t think so.” Pushing his sweats lower, he strokes his length back to full hardness. Sliding the width down the middle of your face, slapping the meat against your cheek until your mouth pops open. “Gonna fuck your little virgin ass.” He grins, popping the tip in and out between your parted lips. “So you better get me all nice and wet, or it’s going to hurt you real bad baby.” Resting the weight of his cock between your lips, he reaches for your pigtails to pull on. Using them like handlebars to hold onto and feed his cock in and out. Pulling the strands of hair between his digits each time your teeth barely scrape along his size.

Subtly reaching beneath yourself to glide the plug free from your hole, you agree to whatever he keeps spewing on about. Lapping up every inch, spitting out globs of messy saliva with a pained expression as if it disgusts you to do as he says. Half torn by your attraction to each of them and by how immoral and wrong this is all supposed to be.

“Never sucked a dick in your life have you?” He spits, looping under your arms to pull you onto your feet. Pressing the center of your chest against a pole, it’s clear for anyone watching at home in the future now that you can easily be seen by the other train occupants. It’s not as if you’re aiming to win an Oscar for best motion picture, maybe an Adult Video nomination for best gangbang at best.

“Nice and open for me.” He huffs against your ear, all of this being picked up by the microphones hidden around. Jaemin would have their horny fanboying edited out later before final production. “Exactly how I like it.”

The shot of the fat tip of his reddened girth testing your rim would make anyone cum by this point if they haven’t. Despite prepping yourself prior to entering the set, he’s big, as expected based on Johnny’s hiring requirements. The bulbous cockhead burns, splitting past your asshole, gripping onto the back of your waist to further arch your ass out. He hisses the whole way watching with intense burning focus as you suck in every last inch.

Hiding his face away against your shoulder, he blinks in a rush, chest trembling against your spine. “Fuck, you’re seriously so tight.”

To mess with him, you subtly circle your hips. Eager to see if he’s all talk after cussing you out to shut up over and over again. “Come in, give me that dick. Ruin my hole.”

Sunghoon has to bite down on his lip to not let out the most pathetic moan. Clutching your waist tightly as he draws out to the tip and repeats the same motion. “Keep talking like that..” he mumbles, going in faster with each thrust. “I’ll seriously never let you walk again.”

“Yeah? Then do it.” Bending lower, the sight before him becomes even more obscene. Plaid skirt flipped all the way up. Ruined white cotton panties stretched out to one side. Cock throbbing pink with raging veins burying inside of your ass.

“Nasty fuck hole.” He growls, slapping your exposed buttcheek. “Fucking whore taking all of it.”

The way you bend completely, ass up in the air for him to use makes his stomach twist. Muscles twitching under his shirt as his hips crash down and your backside ripples upon impact. He can’t pretend that the most revisited window living amongst his incognito tabs isn’t your first on-screen anal. Allegedly the first time you’d ever taken it up the ass, he even has his favorite timestamps memorized for those days he needs to get off in less than 10 minutes. Clasping onto your buttcheeks, he pulls them further apart and slowly sinks in deeper.

Exactly like that part at 13 minutes and 37 seconds when the camera zoomed in on your obscenely stretched out rim, only better because his dick looks so good buried deep inside of your ass.

“Get up.” He rumbles lowly, arms wrapping over your chest. The sudden impact of his hips slamming against you cutting off your breath. Using one of his arms to circle your head, he traps your neck in a firm chokehold. Ramming his dick in deep, the glide in and out smooth with precum bursting from his tip. The warm heat gripped around him mind boggling, more euphoric because he’s been here in fantasies. He’s fucked this ass in place of his palm, but the real thing could only ruin him forever.

“Fuckfuck.” Sunghoon grits thinking about it. Bicep flexing large and cutting off your breathing the tighter he coils around your throat. Cock twitching between your ass cheeks as release pours out, most of it dripping out past his size onto the backs of your thighs, landing in loud plopping puddles on the floor. He has to bite down on your jawline to stop himself from fanboying over getting to fuck your ass. In disbelief after months of jerking off to a handful of his favorite go-to videos that you just so happened to star in(not that he watched his collection 50 more times this week alone). The chance to work with you again in the future can’t be ruined by a moment of weakness, no matter how victorious he feels right now.

“You tighten up so good around my cock.” Licking up to your ear, he cups the sides of your ass to squeeze and bury his fingers into the fleshy meat. Drawing out slowly, inch by painful inch gliding out torturously. “Sucked me dry little one.”

“Fuck man, I’m getting hard again.” Jake laughs, eyeing the bulge forming inside of his jeans.

“Too bad.” Heeseung pushes off one of the poles, arms that had been snuggly crossed on his chest falling to his sides. “Want you all to myself now.” He mostly mouths, making it hard to hear with the message that’s for your ears only. “Come here.”

Pulling your arms to wrap over his shoulders, you strain to grasp onto him, tingling from head to toe with pleasure. The remaining three make more space by creating a wall with their bodies to block any curious eyes, mostly having forgotten that they’re supposed to be acting.

Rule number one: No kissing on the lips. Ever. Can lead to termination.

He gulps, thumbs swiping over the wet and dry tears on your cheeks. It’s not an outlandish or weird rule, of course not. But he can’t ignore how pouty and inviting your mouth looks right now. Glossy with spit, inflamed from taking Sunghoon’s massive width.

He really takes a good minute or longer to touch over your stomach, hands snaking underneath your unbuttoned top. Kneading and squeezing at your soft skin, tracing down to your hips to caress over how round and supple your ass feels in his hands, spilling out between his digits.

There’s nothing to say between the two of you, essentially strangers about to fuck for the first time after taking 3 dicks. You still have to hold back a smile, tucking your chin in when he hauls you closer and squats down to capture your thighs. Exerting more strength than he appears able to and catching you off guard, setting your arms to cling tightly behind his neck. Not many would be bold enough to sink your weight down onto their dick to ride for the first time. The confidence radiating off of him reignites your initial excitement, still heavily trickling wetness.

As much as he wants to throw you up and down his length with nothing to hold him back, he needs to see the moment his cock pushes inside of you. Gently resting your back against the carts wall, he pulls back just enough to direct the tip of his length between your drenched folds. He’s never seen it so angrily engorged, full of blood, veins visibly beating. But he’s waited long enough for this. Pushing lower, he dips in, slit kissing just past your entrance.

“Oh—“ whispering under his breath, he blinks furiously. Tucking his bottom lip in to bite down on. Cockhead gleaming back at him coated with your wet slick. It’s too good already to feel the heat emitting from your cunt, taut skin sucking around him ready to never let go.

“Please.” You whine out, face so fucked out with your head rolling against the wall. Tugging at his hair, you softly moan. “Put it in.”

Fuck.

That’s really all it takes to snap his tenacity in half. He slams forward, hips jolting against yours. A vigorous speed breaking out, hammering his cock in deep. Heeseung grunts wildly, keeping the backs of your knees hooked over his biceps for leverage as he fucks into you without abandon. The once impassive unreadable look on his face morphing to an animalistic rabid one. Eyebrows dripping with sweat, eyes large and fierce, lips pulled back tight bringing out a sharp jawline and cheekbones.

The moans you let out only drive him to fuck into you more violently, filling you with each inch of his thick long cock. He crushes you in, lungs squished by your legs being completely folded. The position allowing him to hit balls deep. The clap of his sack loudly slapping against your gaped asshole, booming off the compacted space around you.

It’s the right angle for the tip to bulge just beneath your navel. Taking a step back from the wall he firmly cups your ass. Fingers digging in hard to keep up his pace, the clapping bounce slapping against his hips and thighs loud, roaring thunderously through the bus. The guys behind him watch on, swallowing to quench their drying throats. It’s so pornographic, the muffled whimpers coming from your mouth buried against Heeseung’s chest. The loud claps of skin meeting skin. The thick wet cock stretching your hole open wide, and the recoil your ass gives with each unrelenting thrust.

“Yes! Fuck!” He groans out too loud, head tossed back. The muscles lining his arms burning with effort. Each squat clenching his ass. “Such. A. Good. Little. Fucking. Slut.”

Each word gets shouted out with a rough jab of his hips, accompanied by your stinging ass smacking against him. He stills, teeth gritted, face covered with sweat. It’s the hardest release he’s had in a long time, not recalling cumming this hard since edging himself for 3 hours during a lonely thunderstorm.

The warm release spills out with your slick, having weakly cum at some point mid-thrust. You scrambled to hold on tight, fearful of losing balance and falling the faster he kept going somehow. Only slowing down to press his cock inside of you one more time before pulling out fully.

It’s a perfect shot to finish off, held over the camera on full display with loads of semen dripping down your inner thighs, pussy lips engorged and wrecked. It’s the climax anyone paying to watch would dream of. To get a close up look at your spread apart legs as Heeseung holds your weight up off the ground with shaking arms. The orgasm still sending shockwaves through his limbs, weakening the last bit of strength he has left.

“AND CUT!” Jaemin’s voice bellows, shoving through the extras that make their way to exit the set. “That was great! You guys did an awesome job.”

Heeseung securely hoists your thighs around his waist, slumping back onto a now emptied seat to catch his breath. “I know uh, aftercare is against the rules..” he mumbles softly by your ear, lightly tracing up your spine. “But is there anything you need me to do?”

“I’ll handle this.” The assistant Jaemin had hired recently, Chenle, rushes over with clean towels and a robe in hand. “You can go off and get cleaned up now.”

Still half-asleep against his chest you try to nod, in dire need of a hot bath to soak in and soothe your limbs after being stretched out in all kinds of directions. Heeseung does his best to help you get back on your feet and get yours arms inside of the robe, taking one of the towels to clean himself off before gathering his bottoms.

“Was nice to meet you, I really hope we’ll be able to work together again in the future.” Near future he wants to emphasize, maybe even his next shoot if he can be so lucky. A solo scene involving only the two of you ideally. Then he could really impress you..

“I’m sure we will.” You smile sleepily, wrapping an arm around Chenle’s shoulders to hold yourself up. “Real soon.” —————————

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BLOOD AND BONES (preview)

Summary: In which, your crusty-ass boss has given you a new wack task to fullfil: exploring a haunted mansion. Little did you know, the said mansion was going to open new doors in your life.

Or to put it another way, you suddenly find yourself trapped in 1960's. The four owners of the notorious mansion welcome you as if nothing is strange. Yet, you have a bad feeling about them. Therefore, as the journalist you are, you embark on the journey of uncovering their sinister agendas and find a way to return to your timeline. The problem? The owners seem to posses something beyond just a dark truth.

Pairing: enha hyung line x paranormal journalist!fem!reader

Genre: vampire au, detective au, accidentally time travel au, 1960s au, mystery, thriller, crime, angst, bits of fluff, suggestive, smut, reverse harem

Warnings: murder, death, explicit acts of murdering someone, lots of blood (obv), description of crime scenes, manipulation, very suggestive themes, supernatural themes, religious themes, secret societies, cults, blasphemy, references to satanism, morally grey characters, if you're here for romance and fluff then lower your expectations 'cause this is gonna be a fucked up ride, more to be added...

Expected wc: a lot idk maybe more than 30k? 40k?

Estimated publish date: not before than end of 2024/start of 2025

Note: thats a crazy idea and idk how ill manage this lmao and sorry for grammar mistakes if there's any!

Everything written here subject to change.

*You can ask for a tag but I must warn you this fic is gonna take a looooot of time for me to finish! So if you decide to be taken out or change name lemme know. Please have your age visible on your bio before asking!

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The Doll House | M.List & Intro

doll!enha (hyung line) x fem!reader warnings: smut (mdni), dolls, mentions of possession and demons, specific warnings on individual chapters synopsis: when you're strapped for cash and an opportunity arises to help you out, you're stuck in a mansion with 4 human-like dolls who do anything but sit still. taglist: closed!! a/n: hi! so this was actually inspired by this ask and originally i was thinking of making it a long one-shot but then i was like, what if each hyung line member got their own chapter? so here we are! below is an introduction into the fic so make sure you read it before going into the chapters! they should be released every 1-2 weeks but i still have to write them so it's tbd right now.

warnings: fluff, smut (mdni), subby!jake, oral (m. rec), slight throat fucking, whimpering and whining, pet names (baby doll, pup), begging.

wc: 7.7k

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synopsis: it's your first week at your new job and you make a shocking revelation that puts your world in a spin and lets you experience something you never knew was possible

warnings: smut (mdni), unprotected sex, cream pie, oral (f.rec), fingering, dom!hoon (i didn't mean this, it just happened), begging but not really, horror elements obvs

wc: 8.9k

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synopsis: once you find out the dolls' secret, you're on the hunt to find out how they became this way. in the library you stumble across something and you're left alone with park sunghoon who promises to keep your rendezvous with jaeyun a secret from their owner, but not without something in return

warnings: smut (mdni), soft dom!jay, unprotected sex, cream pie, oral (m.rec), punishment, pussy slapping, begging, slight choking, pet names (sweetheart, good girl, princess), mentions of fire and other supernatural elements, anything else lmk!

wc: 10.3k

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synopsis: your friend comes to visit you in the mansion after a month but her harsh words towards the dolls brings out a protective side, and jongseong lets you in on some secrets about the house and how they came to be.

warnings: smut (mdni), pure filth, dom!hee, unprotected sex, cream pie, oral (m&f. rec), clit biting, throat fucking, cock worshipping, doggy, spanking, squirting, slight degradation and choking, pet names (baby), supernatural elements, religious themes (heaven/hell), anything else lmk!

wc: 16.8k

release date: 14th May (subject to change)

synopsis: with only 2 weeks left, you have formed a bond with each of the dolls, well, all of them except heeseung. as you snoop around his room to find out more about him, he gives you all the answers you're looking for and opens your eyes to a world you never knew was possible.

“How long for how much?”

"Two months, 5k, just cleaning some woman's house," Mia responds, placing the newspaper in front of you with a dramatic flourish, the ad circled in pink glitter pen.

Taking the paper from her, you wrinkle your brow and examine the advertisement with scepticism and intrigue, "Isn't it strange that she's advertising in the newspaper? Who even reads these anymore?" Upon closer inspection, you sneer and return it to Mia, your fingertips leaving light smudges on the paper, "And she didn't even put her name, just 'Ms. Kim'."

This whole situation feels odd. What employer doesn’t post an ad on the internet like a normal person?

"She's probably ancient, Y/N. Old folks aren't exactly tech-savvy," Mia offers, attempting to rationalise the oddity.

Despite your reservations, the need for employment weighs heavily. Losing your job last month has left little time for finding a new one, and the bills certainly haven't stopped coming. £5000 for two months' work is an enticing offer, especially considering your previous job paid a fraction of that for an entire month's work.

You sigh, running a hand through your hair as you contemplate the offer. The uncertainty gnaws at you, but the allure of some financial stability is hard to ignore. Mia watches you, her expression a mixture of concern and anticipation as she awaits you to make up your mind. She could use the money too, giving her some extra cash to pay for her birthday trip in a couple of months.

"You know what?" you finally say, breaking the heavy silence that hangs between you. "Let's give it a shot. It's just two months, right? And we could really use the money."

Mia's face lights up with a grin, her enthusiasm infectious, "That's the spirit! Besides, how bad could it be? It's just cleaning."

You nod in agreement, though a lingering sense of unease tugs at the edges of your mind like a persistent itch you can't scratch. Pushing it aside, you focus on the prospect of income and the relief it would bring.

"Alright then," you say, mustering up a smile despite the nagging doubts that linger in the back of your mind. "Let's do it. But if anything feels off, we bail, deal?"

Mia nods enthusiastically, already dialling Ms. Kim’s number on her phone, her eagerness palpable as she eagerly anticipates the adventure that lies ahead.

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The drive to Ms. Kim's house feels never-ending, with each mile leaving the city behind and the surroundings blurring into an everlasting blur of trees and road. You check the satnav, hoping for a break from the monotony, only to see that, tragically, it still shows an hour left on the journey.

The scenery outside appears stuck in time, with the trees going past in a repeated rhythm that does little to break the spell of boredom. You peek at Mia, who sits next to you in the driver's seat, her expression conveying a similar mix of frustration and resignation.

The radio drones on in the background, a pitiful attempt to break the quiet that hangs thick in the air. You reach over and fumble with the dial, hoping to find a distraction, but each station either plays static or music you've heard a thousand times before.

“You seriously need to get a better car, Y/N. I told you we should have taken mine,” she snips at you, the journey clearly getting to her. You had run out of conversation in the first hour, discussing your non-existent love life and jobs that you have applied for. Since nothing was going on in your life, there wasn’t much to talk about.

“We said we would take mine so she would feel pity and give us more money,” you grumble, sinking into your seat in protest. If this woman has enough money to spend on random girls cleaning her house, she could have some more to throw at you as charity; you’ll take anything at this point.

The drive continues until finally, you pull up to Ms. Kim’s house. But calling it a house feels like a gross understatement; it's a mansion, a sprawling castle that looms larger than life before you.

A long gravel path stretches out before you, leading up to the imposing sand-coloured building. The mansion seems to bask in its own magnificence, the rustic feel and unkept garden only add a sense of eeriness to your wonder.

You exchange a glance with Mia, both of you momentarily speechless. This is not what you expected when you answered the ad in the newspaper. You expected it to be big, obviously, she wasn't going to give out 5k for a studio apartment, but this is on another level of anything you could have imagined.

Mia locks the car door, unsure whether to approach the large double doors. She outstretches her hand for you to take, seeking your comfort as she takes the first steps. You both look like you’re back in your first year of high school, scared that as soon as you step foot in the place, it will swallow you whole.

“We’re supposed to clean this every day?” you ask in disbelief.

Shaking her head, Mia tries to convey a sense of confidence in her voice yet it fails, “Surely not, the travel alone is too much for someone to do every day.”

With hesitant steps, you both make your way to the entrance, your finger reaching out to press the doorbell which rings a faint familiar tune, one you’ve heard plenty yet could never place the name. For a moment, there is only silence, and you begin to wonder if anyone is home. But then, with a creak that seems to reverberate through the very foundations of the mansion, the door slowly swings open, revealing a dimly lit interior shrouded in shadow.

A woman stands in front of you, her elegant clothes and neatly styled hair give her the appearance of a 90s supermodel. She doesn't resemble the idea you had of Ms. Kim. "Y/N and Mia?" she inquires, her voice smooth and melodious, a twinkle of delight in her eyes as she tilts her head with a smile.

You share a puzzled look with Mia. This woman could not possibly be Ms. Kim. For starters, she seems way too young to be the owner of this castle; she had to be just slightly older than yourself and you can barely afford to buy a loaf of bread. The advertisement plainly said that Ms. Kim was looking for help, hinting that she was an elderly homeowner in need of assistance. Second, the decision to advertise in a newspaper rather than somewhere like Indeed does not fit the image of a 20-something.

Your mind races with questions, but before you can express your reservations, the woman motions for you to follow her into the mansion. With a shared look, you and Mia exchange a silent agreement, remembering that you promised to bail as soon as anything got weird.

As you cross the threshold, the heavy wooden door slams behind you with a bang and you follow the mystery woman deeper into the mansion's maze halls, you can't help but feel like there's more to this situation than meets the eye.

“My name is Kim Soonyeol, Ms. Kim is probably how you know me. I am so happy you answered my ad so promptly! I was scared no one would answer it,” she explains.

Walking through the large hallways, you notice one thing that seems to be a prominent feature.

Dolls.

Lots and lots of creepy, old-timey porcelain dolls. They line the shelves, perched on antique furniture, and seem to stare at you with unblinking eyes as you pass by. Their features are fixed, ranging from serene to sinister, each contributing to the feeling of discomfort in the air.

Mia's grip on your hand tightens, and you can feel the tension radiating from her as she whispers, "Do you think they all have cameras in their eyes?" Her words send a chill down your spine, and you can't help but entertain the unsettling thought.

The woman leading you through the mansion seems unbothered by the presence of the dolls, her demeanour calm and composed as she gestures for you to follow. But you can't shake the feeling that there's something deeply wrong about this place.

"I am going away on some business for 2 months," she begins, her voice echoing through the cavernous halls, "and I need you to clean this entire house from top to bottom as well as a few...other errands."

Her words hang in the air, and for a moment, the only sound is the faint ticking of a clock somewhere in the distance. Soonyeol is ominous in her explanations, not delving any further into these ‘errands’. It's strange to you, why can’t her house stay stagnant for a month or two?

“There are a lot of rooms, Ms. Kim,” you comment, hoping she might open up and explain anything about this castle and why the fuck it is filled to the brim with porcelain dolls. It’s not exactly a young person’s hobby to collect these things - unless they’re haunted, then you know you need to take a sharp turn for the exit.

She smiles fondly, “Yes, each bedroom is designated to a precious doll of mine,” she offers as an explanation but fails to give any clarity.

“She is fucking crazy,” your friend whispers to you, her hand now gripping your arm as she walks slightly behind you, letting you take the lead in case of danger.

As Soonyeol gestures towards a room at the end of the corridor, she announces, "And this is your room. I've made sure I at least cleaned this before I left," punctuating her statement with a chuckle. With a flourish, she opens the door, revealing a space that dwarfs your flat and the corner shop it sits above.

But your confusion quickly turns to apprehension as Soonyeol's words sink in. "Wait, what do you mean 'our room'?" you interject, trying to mask the rising unease in your voice. "Isn't this just a cleaning job?"

Soonyeol's expression shifts, her eyes widening with a hint of anger as she leans back and places a hand on her chest. "Wasn't I clear in the ad that you would be housesitting?" she retorts, her tone laced with irritation. "I cannot leave my babies here on their own. They can't fend for themselves."

A chill runs down your spine as her words sink in.,"Babies?" you repeat, your mind reeling at the implications of her statement, "What do you mean by that?"

But before you can press for answers, Soonyeol is already ushering you and Mia out of the guest bedroom and into another part of the mansion. As you step into the dining room, you're met with a sight that you can't quite put into words.

Four figures sit at the dining table, their faces with different expressions and their bodies unmoving. At first glance, they appear to be ordinary people, but then it hits you like a bolt of lightning - they're not real. They're dolls, human-like dolls arranged as if they were waiting for a meal that would never come.

A shiver runs down your spine as you exchange a horrified glance with Mia. The realisation sinks in like a stone in the pit of your stomach - this woman is not just eccentric, she's fucking unhinged. And as you stand in that surreal dining room, surrounded by figures that seem to stare back at you with empty eyes, you can't help but feel a creeping sense of dread settle over you like a suffocating fog.

Despite Mia’s step back, you move forward, looking at them in detail. They are exquisitely done, each of them with their own unique features and life-like skin. You knew dolls like this existed but not to this level of detail. They must be worth thousands of pounds, easily in the double digits.

“If you cannot stay then I will have to look for someone else,” she starts to dismiss you much to Mia’s relief; she is already mentally back in the car and screeching out.

As Soonyeol's words hang in the air, the weight of her ultimatum settling heavily on your shoulders, Mia visibly relaxes, relief evident in her demeanour. She's already mentally back in the car, ready to screech out of this bizarre situation.

But your attention is drawn to one particular doll seated at the dining table. His eyes, although lifeless, seem to pull you in with an inexplicable allure. He's striking, meticulously detailed with dark cherry-red hair, wide lips, and a figure that exudes an almost ethereal charm, even in his simple white t-shirt. His eyes, though small, are framed by long lashes that only add to his beauty.

Before you realise what you're doing, your mouth begins to speak, surprising both you and Mia. "I can stay, sure," you hear yourself say, the words tumbling out with a sense of inevitability.

"What?" Mia's incredulous voice snaps you back to reality, her eyes wide with disbelief as she pleads with you to reconsider, "You can't up and move your life for 2 months!" she warns in a hushed tone, her concern palpable.

“I don’t exactly have anything to go back to,” you shrug, knowing that all that awaits you back in the city is unopened bills and mouldy cheese. Mia has much more to lose, a job and boyfriend aren’t exactly something you can just upchuck.

"You go home, and I'll do it," you suggest, a plan forming in your mind as you speak, "You can visit on your days off and help me out. I'll make sure you get half the money."

Mia doesn't look entirely convinced, but the thought of such a large sum of money for minimal work seems to appeal to her pragmatic side, "Will you be okay?" she asks, genuine concern etched into her features.

You consider the question carefully, a strange sense of reassurance emanating from the dolls behind you, despite their unsettling presence, "I will be. If anything happens, I'll come straight home," you assure her, your voice steadier than you feel.

Reluctantly, Mia agrees, nodding her head as she steps to the side to speak with Soonyeol and gather more information about the job. Left alone with the dolls, you can't help but steal one last glance at the cherry-red-haired figure that caught your eye earlier. But something is different this time - the smirk on his lips and the narrowed gaze in his eyes seem almost... knowing.

Was he doing that before?

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