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bent, not broken ➟ lee heeseung.

SYNOPSIS ✦ in regards to your last, little heated experiment with your shy boyfriend lee heeseung, the two of you still haven’t taken it all the way. what you had done though, was open up a door for him he didn’t think would ever open. now, you’ve left him nothing but eager to enter.

[ word count : 4,986 ]

PAIRING ✧ lee heeseung x reader

GENRE ✧ oneshot, fluff, smut

WARNINGS ✧ swearing, explicit content

a/n: hello!! i’m back with a part 2 for bend till i break!! i just want to say thank you for reading prt 1 and i’ve been so excited to write its continuation :> i really hope you guys like this piece and i’d love to know if you did through a like, reblog or interaction! thank you so much for your support ♡ smut related themes are ahead, so please tread with caution!

your eyes squint narrowly in the presence of the over bearing sunlight that threatens to bleed through your long eyelashes, pulling the bottom of your tight, denim skirt down along the lines of your thighs. the grass your currently sitting on top of tickles and pricks at your exposed skin, causing you to agitatedly itch it’s spots of contact every two minutes.

your annoyance only swells at the muffled voices that are buzzing against the cushions of your over-the-ear headphones, your obvious body language that read ‘leave me the hell alone’ not clicking in the pea sized brains of your friends sunghoon and jake.

they’re both standing somewhere in front of you, arguing over something you can barely make out. your eyes flicker up towards them and watch as sunghoon smacks jake’s arm with a twig, before dropping it into the grass and run off somewhere to the right with the other boy chasing him.

you straighten your legs out flat onto the grass, wincing when more blades of green poke at your thighs. your attention was now back onto the expanse of the skate park before you, where your boyfriend heeseung and his friend jay were skating along its ramps. you begin to pull your plush bottom lip between the clutches of your teeth, eyeing the boy who trips over his skateboard in an attempt to do a kick flip, a wide smile spreading across his sweaty, red cheeks as him and jay both share a laugh.

you can tell the sunlight had draped the pair under its gleaming rays, their t-shirts sticking to their chests and dampening their backs. you study heeseung and his matted black hair that covers his eyes and sticks to his ears, where silver studs pierced his earlobes. you admire the way his lanky figure leans into jay as they share more chuckles and snickers, before he falls dramatically to the concrete. jay hovers over him, his blond hair slipping from it’s hold behind his ears as he pretends to start throwing a variety of punches onto heeseung’s face. watching the two of them, your busy mind can’t help but drift off in remembrance of just the other day.

a pang of anxiety bolts through your chest as you painfully go over the events flickering inside your head, a gloomy sigh passing your dry lips. you remember everything as if it was only yesterday; the sinful words that dripped from your boyfriend’s lips moments before acting upon his self desires. it was bliss, everything you could’ve asked for. you never would have even guessed about heeseung’s hidden crave for you if he hadn’t admitted to it right then and there. you thought everything had turned out completely in your favor: there, your boyfriend, relishing you in touches only found dancing throughout your dreamland.

you also remember the exact moment everything fell apart. you regret ever speaking the words into existence, because those words that rolled right out of your mouth so seductively, enriched with confidence, were the same words that caused color to drain from heeseung’s face and completely withdraw from you. “y/n, w-wait,” he declared shakily, straightening up away from your body. “i-i think i have to go to the bathroom. i’m sorry.” your whole life flashed before your eyes as you depressingly watched him walk away from the bed, hurriedly heading towards the bathroom.

and that was the end of it.

ever since then, things became tense between the two of you. sure, you guys still participated and were comfortable with the normal couple-y things you were used to, but something felt off. something untouched, something unspoken. maybe it was embarrassment, maybe it was frustration. maybe it was the simple fact that your boyfriend didn’t want to go all the way with you. was it your body? was it not what he envisioned? maybe you were being selfish, but what else are you supposed to make of it?

you swallow thickly in your throat as you continue watching the boys who were now glued back onto their skateboards, riding up and down along the slopes of the concrete ramps. as sunghoon and jake make their way back into your peripheral vision, another thought oozes through the melodic sounds of your 2000’s track. maybe this skirt will get something out of him, your brain taunts, your eyes averting down to pat down your short skirt against your thighs. you’re snapped out of your thoughts when a shadow blocks the sun’s rays from falling onto you, your eyes blinking as you lift your head up.

your eyes meet heeseung’s, the boy standing right in front of you. his sweat soaked chest heaves up and down with tumbling breaths, his face red and flushed. his hair is soaking wet and sweat drips from the lines of his forehead, a small smile curving across his lips. “hello.” he says softly to you, his skateboard hooked horizontally under his arm. you flash him a small smile, his eyes still on you as you begin to climb to your feet.

“hey.” you reply to him, pausing the track playing on your phone before stuffing it into your back pocket. you grab your headphones and slip them off to let them hang around your neck. your palms begin to swipe the dirt from the back of your skirt. “you guys done already?” you ask him with laced eyebrows, watching as his eyes follow the motions of your hands.

“yeah well,” the boy shrugs, taking a deep breath before throwing his head back to peer over at the skate park. “jay had to head home already so,” he looks back over at you, tongue sliding between his chapped lips. “yeah, we’re done. i’m so tired.” he slumps his shoulders before lifting his arm up and threatens to embrace you. you back away quickly and slap his hand away.

“no,” you whine, your nose scrunching up as you eye his sweat soaked gray t-shirt. he scrunches his own nose and snickers at you, watching as a playful frown perches at your lips. “you need to shower. you’re all gross.”

“you don’t love me.” he mumbles airily through an amused half smile and raised eyebrows. your expression distorts into disgust as you watch sunghoon and jake almost body slam into heeseung with their outstretched arms.

“good job, buddy! you made it up the ramp this time!” jake proclaims, patting him hard on the back. sunghoon ruffles up his hair and begins jiggling around the skateboard held against heeseung’s grip.

“they love me.” you watch heeseung mouth to you as they basically engulf the boy in their annoying adoration, your eyes rolling before you slowly make your way over towards the hill that leads down to your apartment.

you wait patiently for your boyfriend to emerge from the steamy cave of his shower, placing yourself onto the soft cushions of your black couch. you had slipped your hair tie from its previous messy ponytail and let the curves of your hair fall over your exposed shoulders. your heart rate is fast against your ribcage for whatever reason, chewing on your bottom lip as your eyes linger on your thighs that press against the material of your short, denim skirt.

the tv was quiet against the thin walls of your tiny apartment, the room only illuminated by the dim lamp settled upon the bookshelf near the front door. your mind is loud against the heart pattering silence, anticipation building up inside of you as you hear the bathroom door begin to creak open. your eyes flick up over towards the boy that walks out of the doorway, ruffling up his hair with his white towel. he’s draped his torso with a large, black sweatshirt that exposes his prominent collarbones and falls just above the bottom of his boxers. your eyes linger down to the soft curves of his thin legs, as he stops in the middle of the living room to finish ruffling his hair.

he pauses his movements and looks up over at you, a heavy breath tumbling from his lips. “hey.” he breathes, his hair a damp, scattered mess over his forehead. you watch the red flush of his cheeks as he begins making his way over towards you to join you on the couch, throwing his towel over the couch arm on his way over. he plops down beside you and rests his back against the couch arm, his body facing you as he outstretches his legs against the length of the couch and settles his feet onto your lap.

you hurriedly push his feet off of you with a teasing whine, glaring over at him as he folds an arm behind his head and leans back against it. an amused smile curves at his lips as he peers down at you. “why do you hate me?” he mumbles, and you watch the gleaming shimmer of his ear studs that peek out behind wet strands of his damp hair.

“i don’t hate you.” you begin lowly, “i just don’t want your feet in my lap.” you mimic heeseung’s position and turn your body completely towards him, hiking up your knees towards your chest. the curve on his lip expands as he raises his eyebrows softly.

“you hate me.” he whispers, and you watch as his eyes swiftly dart down towards the sight of your exposed legs. you take this as an opportunity to change the subject.

“do you like my skirt?” you ask him softly with raised brows, feeling a hint of red creep up to your cheeks. his eyes roam around the expanse of your legs and you can’t help but feel a little self conscious at the painful seconds of silence.

“sure,” he tells you, slipping his arm out from behind his head and let’s his chin fall against his chest. he furrows his dark eyebrows softly and quirks a brow up at you. “what made you want to wear it?” he mumbles, his gaze intent as his eyes flicker between yours. another curve hikes up his lips softly as you wrack through your brain for an appropriate reply.

“i don’t know,” you say softly, eyes averting down towards the surface of the couch cushions. “i just wanted to feel cute.” you shrug, looking back up at him as his jaw clenches. he examines your features with a slight narrow of his eyes before parting his lips, leaning his head back against the couch arm.

“valid answer.” he replies teasingly, reaching over towards the floor to fetch a fallen pillow. he places it onto his lap and raises his eyebrows, a smile still lingering on his lips. “you do look cute.”

“thanks.” you whisper, trying to distract yourself from the heat that blooms against the surface of your cheeks. you can hear your heartbeat in your ears as your temples pulse with an approaching question, one that hesitates to roll off the tip of your tongue and flutters at your ribcage. “heeseung, can you answer something for me?” you ask him hesitantly, your fingernails going to pick at the hem of your skirt. you watch the boy’s adam’s apple bob as he swallows slowly, lifting his head up for a mere second to reply to your aching question.

“ask me.” he grumbles, flicking his head to the side to dishevel the wet hair that flutters in front of his eyes. you were already nervous enough without the piercing gaze through the wet strands of his fringe that punctures through your skull.

you swallow slowly. “i just want to know what happened the other day. why you wanted to stop. if you were uncomfortable, or if i made you uncomfortable, or if you were just not ready for that kind of stuff. whatever it was, i just want you to tell me. it’s good for me to know these things.” your voice is soft against the tense air that surrounds the two of you, watching as the boy begins to nibble on his bottom lip in process of your words.

“y/n,” he says through a soft sigh, the one leg he placed onto the floor beginning to bounce. “you’re completely right. i shouldn’t have left you high and dry without giving you an explanation… i just… you know.. i’ve never.. done it before and i guess i’m just… insecure.” he tells you with a soft frown to his lips and a furrow to his brows. he swallows again and studies you, watching as you reach an arm out over to him and brush your fingers along the soft skin of his calf. his leg stops bouncing and he adjusts the pillow that’s placed against his abdomen.

“hey, i understand.” you tell him softly, your eyes looking at him with comfort. “we don’t ever have to go that far if you don’t want to. i won’t make you do stuff you’re not comfortable with.” your fingers brush up to his knee and you’re confused at his stoic expression, his jaw clenching again.

“aren’t you the sweetest.” he whispers to you, a small smile etching into his features. “my sweet, sweet girlfriend.”

for some reason, his quote makes your heart flip inside the chambers of your ribcage. “stop..” you mumble, your eyes shyly averting down to the pillow that’s still perched into the pit of his lap. your eyebrows then slowly furrow with abrupt confusion, a swirling feeling brewing in the pit of your stomach. “heeseung,” you begin teasingly, eyes flickering back to his face. “are you pregnant?” you ask with a quirked brow.

an abrupt chuckle spills from his lips, his eyebrows furrowing at you. “uh, the last time i checked, no. why are you asking me that?” he kicks you softly with the foot still perched onto the couch, making you lean back just a little.

“because,” you begin with a small curve to your lips, tongue slipping out to moisten them slightly. “why do you have a pillow in your lap?” you watch the curve of heeseung’s lips suddenly dip down, his eyes widening only slightly as he cocks his head at you.

“why are you concerned?” he asks teasingly, a smirk nervously etching across his lips. “is it affecting you in any way?” you narrow your eyes at him and watch as he does it back at you, your hand quickly going to grab the pillow off of him.

he quickly goes to press the pillow harshly against his stomach, your pathetic attempt at a swipe failing you. you let a pout jut out at your lips as you let a huff of air flutter out of your nostrils, throwing a glare into his face. “nice try.” he tells you softly, his smirk still lingering across his lips. “but don’t do that again. or i’ll kill you.”

“heeseung,” you begin, a warm feeling curling inside the pit of your stomach. you swallow quickly. “are you hard right now?” you watch as the boy leans his head back against the couch arm, letting his arms cross over each other against the pillow, flattening it to his abdomen. he lets a long inhale rise at his lungs, before letting it out through his nose softly.

“that is information i wish not to disclose with you.”

an immediate pang pulses against your underwear. “heeseung,” you breathe in almost a plead, adjusting your position to wear you now sit back against your knees. “let me help you.” you watch a line form to his lips as his jaw clenches, his eyes dark below his lowered eyebrows as he gazes at you.

“no.” he replies bluntly, a small swallow in his throat. a frown perches at your lips as you slump your shoulders, watching heeseung’s chest as he steadily breathes.

“is it me…? or is just one of those uncontrollable ones?” you ask him, your eyebrows furrowing with plead. “because if you’re not in the mood right now then i’ll shut up.”

“it’s you.” he tells you softly, his eyebrows furrowing above his eyes. his gaze travels down your face to your chest, where they linger down towards your soft, exposed thighs. “please just tell me you wore that skirt for me? tell me you wore it so i’d want to do pretty things to you.” his voice is soft and you can hear the anxiousness that’s laced in his tone, his eyelids fluttering shut. “or else i’d feel like such a disgusting person.”

“heeseung.” you whine, basically throwing yourself into his lap. you straddle both of his legs as you lift yourself up on your knees, hands going to cup his cheeks into your palms. “please,” you whisper, your heart rate rapid against your chest. his eyelids are squeezed tight as you breathe against his lips. “please, i did wear it for you. i want you to do pretty things to me.”

“i can’t.” you hear him whisper, hearing him swallow loudly into his throat. “i’m- i’m not confident enough.” you watch as his eyebrows furrow tightly over his eyes, your heart falling to the pit of your stomach.

“heeseung.” you let his name roll out of your lips as your thumbs drift across the lines of his chin. “we can do whatever you want if you feel that way. i want you to tell me what to do.” you watch as his eyelids part slightly, his half lidded eyes studying you. “i just want to help you feel good. what do you want me to do? i’ll do anything.”

he parts his lips hesitantly, watching as you sit back onto your knees patiently. “i..” he begins, running a hand up through his hair. he swallows thickly again, his chest heaving up and down. “can you.. finger yourself.. on me?”

“yes.” you immediately breathe, watching as reds bloom onto his cheeks.

“w-wait,” he stutters nervously, his eyes closing briefly. “but-but i want to watch you cum all over your thighs.. and ruin your pretty skirt.. so.. so can you..—” his breath catches in his throat as he lifts a palm to his forehead, licking his lips swiftly. you watch as his cheeks flame an even deeper hue, and you swear your whole body swirls with adrenaline.

“i’ll take my underwear off.” you instantly tell him. “so you can watch. is that okay?” his eyes immediately pop open at your request, a feverish nod bouncing at his head. “are you going to touch yourself, too?”

“yeah,” he sighs, adjusting his position against the couch awkwardly. his eyes peer at you nervously. “if that’s okay with you.”

“of course that’s okay.” you tell him with a short giggle, leaning down briefly to press multiple kisses to his lips. his chin lifts up in eagerness as he starts pecking you back, a smile curving to your lips. “my cute baby...”

you lift yourself up from the boy, rising to your knees as you study him. his chest begins heaving up and down, scooting his back up against the couch arm. he watches your arm as your fingers creep down to slip them under the waistband of your skirt, hiking the sides of your underwear down. once they’ve surpassed the hem of your skirt, you reach your arm under the denim to slip your underwear down your thighs, watching as heeseung’s adams’ apple bobs in his throat with a harsh swallow.

you leave them to settle at the crook of your knees, reaching over for the pillow settled in the boy’s lap and you toss it down to the floor to scoot up more towards him. you can’t help but let your eyes dart down to the surprisingly huge bulge that presses against the soft fabric of his underwear and peeks out just below the bottom of his oversized sweatshirt. his cheeks immediately flush a red hue as he bats his eyelashes up at your face, his hand already creeping down towards the waistband of his boxers.

he pauses as he watches you, as if waiting for you to make the first move. you immediately understand this as his glossy, shy eyes gaze up at you, and you immediately go to unbutton your skirt. you slip your fingers passed it’s waistband and edge them towards your clit, where you slowly rub two fingers against your entrance for stimulation, before pressing a finger inside yourself. his eyes immediately dart down to where your hand presses up against the material of your skirt with the curls of your finger, his hand immediately slipping under his waistband and begins slowly pumping himself.

it takes a good minute before your core writhes with your own pleasure as you curl your finger up against your g-spot, whines immediately spilling from your lips. you haven’t drifted your eyes away from heeseung’s face and you can feel yourself pulse at his expression. his head leans back against the couch arm and his half lidded eyes are steadied on your skirt, his eyebrows knitting together before parting his lips with small whines. he’s pumping his fist faster as he watches you, hair beginning to stick to his forehead with sweat.

“h-heeseung,” you slur as you slip a second finger inside yourself, a soft moan spilling from your lips. your free hand goes to prop itself against the couch arm beside heeseung’s head to steady yourself, your fingers’ thrusts getting faster. “let- let me- ah, tell you what i wanna- wanna do to you..”

the boy relishes in the squelching noises from your fingers before parting his shaky lips to speak. “tell me.” he breathes through a shaky whine, his eyes flickering towards your blissed out face before averting back down towards your skirt, where he can barely make out the outline of your cunt. his fist begins slipping faster up the length of his dick, a whine pressing against the back of his lips. you then place your free hand onto his shoulder, where you lean your head down to his neck.

his rapid breathing is now in your ear, where you feel his hips buck up into his fist. “i’d t-take you in my mouth, let you bruise the back of my- my throat,” you slur as you feel his breath become erratic with your words. you press wet kisses into the line of his neck. “i’d suck you-you so good, i’d let you use my-my mouth like a dumb toy.”

“fuck.” he whimpers, and you can feel his fist pump up desperately under you. he leans his head to the side to let you suck purple marks into his warm neck, feeling his body writhe under you. “fuck…. r-really?”

“yes.” you breathe into his ear, a third finger slipping inside yourself. sweat is blooming against your neck and making your hair stick to your forehead, goosebumps blossoming onto your skin at your own self pleasure. you let your eyelids softly flutter closed.

“c-can i tell… can i tell you?” he sputters out, which makes your eyes pop out of your head. a whine escapes your lips as you press more kisses into his neck, your fingers curling against your g-spot deliciously.

“please.”

“i don’t think.. i don’t think i can..” he whines as the pace of his pumps grow quicker and messier, his chest heaving in and out with his rapid breaths as he bucks his hips up towards you. “i’m sorry.. i—”

“tell me.” you breathe into his ear, biting the edge of his earlobe right under his silver stud.

more whimpers spill from his lips as sweat beads along his brow. he throws his head back against the couch arm and you take it as an opportunity to press kisses down his adam’s apple. “i want to fuck you from -from behind in- in just your skirt,” his adam’s apple vibrates against your lips from his desperate words. “so i can watch- watch your pretty little ass..” his words cut off with a whine from simply imagining his declaration, his bare thighs tensing against the couch cushions.

“heeseung.” you whimper, feeling a pang of pleasure bunch up into your core. you immediately feel pressure against your fingers from picturing his scenario as well, knowing you’ll cum any minute. you’re embarrassed at how quickly you’re approaching. “you- you can’t say that..”

“i can’t, i can’t, i’m gonna—” his breath hitches in his throat as his breaths become more erratic. his free hand flies up to grip the soft skin of your thigh, sliding his palm over the back of it. goosebumps erupt across your skin at the touch as you suck another hickey beside his adam’s apple. you feel his hips buck up rapidly under you. “i can’t.. ah, i’m about to-to..”

the pressure against your core immediately tingles throughout your body the second you begin to cum, immediately pushing back from heeseung to lift yourself up on your knees, your hand going to grip the back of the couch to stabilize yourself. a breathy moan pours from your lips as your exposed thighs shake from the feeling, heeseung watching your cum slowly drip down the soft undersides of your thighs.

“fuck,” he practically cries at the sight, throwing his head back against the couch arm as his hand snaps up towards the head of his dick in desperation. your thighs are shaky as you catch your breath, feeling the boy’s fingertips squeeze your thigh tightly. he cums inside his boxers, slipping his bottom lip between his teeth as a hushed moan spills from between them. the embarrassment quickly leaves your body at the fact he unravels just shortly after you.

he slowly slips his hand from the skin of your thigh, going to place both of his hands over his face. his chest heaves up and down with heavy breaths, feeling your thighs tremble against his own. “heeseung, look.” you breathe, your fist digging into the back of the couch to keep your aching legs up. he lets himself catch a few breathes before slowly peeking out between his fingers, his eyes peering down at you before flickering down towards your thighs, where white cum still drips down your skin and onto his own bare thighs.

another whine slips past his lips as he closes his fingers. “i’m getting hard again.” you hear his muffled voice say, and a tired giggle escapes your lips. your eyes instantly go down to watch the growing bulge of his big dick, concluding immediately that he is right. you lean over to run your fingers through his disheveled, sweaty black hair, slipping it back from his forehead.

“clean it up for me.” you whisper to him teasingly before leaning back onto your thighs, feeling your own heat against the material of your skirt.

“no. you clean it up.” he tells you bluntly behind his hands, your eyes lingering on the slight tremble of his bare thighs. you lean over to runs your palms flat down the expanse of them, feeling him tense underneath you.

“fine.” you pout before straightening back up, leaning back to grab the white towel that heeseung had thrown onto the couch arm from his shower. you quickly use it to rub up your thighs slowly, and up under your skirt. you lift your head slightly to throw a glance at heeseung, who’s peeking at you through a crack in his fingers. “stop, you perv.” you giggle at him, before the throwing the towel at his head.

a small smile curves at his lips as he throws the towel to the floor, watching as you let a tired sigh escape from your lips. you hike your underwear back up your hips and let your back fall against the couch cushions, your muscles relaxing. you outstretch your legs in front of you with heeseung still caged between them, letting your eyelids flutter closed. they immediately pop open again when you feel kisses being pressed up the length of your thighs, goosebumps immediately erupting across your skin.

you look down to gaze over at heeseung who had leaned over you to press kisses up your thighs, red blooming into your cheeks. “get up here.” you whisper to him as you reach down to softly grab a chunk of his hair, a small whine leaving his lips.

“why?” he asks softly as he hovers over you, his face inches from yours. his breath is still heavy and his cheeks are still flushed, strands of his curly, black hair brushing against your forehead. you lift your chin up to press kisses into his bitten lips, where he immediately peppers small ones into your own. your lips softly melt with each other’s before you seize their movements, feeling a minuscule wet sensation against the side of your thigh. “what?” heeseung leans his head back to study your expression. you lift your head up to peer down to the side of him, where your eyes land on the small drip of cum that rolled out onto his thigh from his boxers and dripped against your own.

“baby…” you begin playfully, heeseung throwing his head back to follow your gaze. his head leans down to throw a gaze underneath him when he sees it, immediately straightening up from you to sit back onto his knees.

“stop.” he mumbles with red cheeks, his hands going to fall into his lap and his shoulders slumped as he gazes bashfully at you. you coo at the small pout that juts out at his lip, your hand extending forward to brush your fingers along his still trembling thigh.

“did you like that?” you ask him softly, and his cheeks are still flamed as he slowly nods at you. “good.” you flash him a small smile as he parts his lips hesitantly to speak.

“did you really want to… do what you said?” he asks you softly with raised eyebrows and a slight frown, his hair going to fall into his eyes. “like.. sucking me off and stuff?” the tips of his ears burn a red hue.

“duh. of course i want to do that.” you tell him flatly, watching as his eyebrows raise with satisfaction. “i’d also let you do what you said. you know, when you’re comfortable. why are you asking me that, anyway?” you ask him with a teasing smirk to your tired lips, your sweaty hair blocking parts of your vision.

“no particular reason.” he tells you, slowly leaning forward to hover his body back over you. “just.. curious.”

a/n: woohoo part two is now complete 🥳 i really hope you guys liked it i’d LOVE to hear your feedback!! ♡ also.. a part three perhaps? hmm i dunno just say the words and i’m down ;) thank you so much for reading and thank you for 800+ notes on bend till i break waaah :( i appreciate you all so freakin much ♡ smooooch

( p.s if anyone is interested in a taglist for prt 3 i’ll make one..? if you’re into that..? idk. let me kno. xx )

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furryhoon · 2 years

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bend till i break ➟ lee heeseung.

SYNOPSIS ★ in which your soft, fairly innocent boyfriend lee heeseung had a nagging habit of taunting you with teasing, dirty little remarks. you knew his intentions with his words were always playful, never imagining your sweet little boyfriend could ever cross that line with you. but what happens when that line is suddenly.. crossed?

[ word count: 3,920 ]

PAIRING ☆ lee heeseung x reader

GENRE ☆ oneshot, fluff, smut but not really (?)

WARNINGS ☆ swearing, suggestive content

a/n: hey! this is my first fic ever posted to tumblr so i’m super nervous but also super excited!! i really hope you enjoy it, and please don’t be afraid to leave your feedback or interactions! thank you so much for taking time to read my piece it means very much to me ^3^ there are suggestive themes so pls proceed w/ caution!! <33

the only thing you feel that you’re getting out of sitting here, in an uncomfortable, non cushioned black stool at the wooden surface of sunghoon’s dining room table, was the excessive boredom that was accumulating in the inner core of your brain.

you had turned off your hearing senses, your sight senses, — transfixed into a daze upon a divot in the table — and your ability-to-comprehend senses. your mind was wandering up along the fluffy traces of imaginary clouds, bouncing on them one by one like little sheep as it’s fluffy remnants poofed into the air at each bounce. you had almost forgotten about the warm, slender arm that was thrown over your shoulder, accompanied by a large, dainty hand that had clunky metal rings encasing each of his long fingers. you could feel vibration in your left shoulder blade, the one currently making contact with your boyfriend’s wide chest.

“… yeah, sunghoon.” his airy voice would drift into the cavern of your small ear, sending low vibrations down the length of your spine. “let’s hear your traumatic work story.” you can feel the pads of his fingers begin tapping along the curve of your exposed shoulder, slowly feeling his fingernails began to drift across your skin in tiny circles.

“ah, i-” sunghoon stutters, his head shaking briefly as his disheveled black curls scatter along the expanse of his forehead. he lets out a short, airy chuckle, before the apples of his cheeks bloom a crimson shade. “i- i really shouldn’t. it’s…. really bad.” he adjusts himself upon his stool rather awkwardly, leaning his elbows onto the wooden tabletop.

“i want to hear it.” jake’s voice whines from across the table, his cheeks bulged from the fruit that was wedged between his teeth. “c’mon, sunghoon, don’t be a little pussy. you brought it up.” you watch as sunghoon lets an agitated sigh roll from his pink lips, dragging up the zipper of his large, black jacket.

“fine.” he groans with a roll of his eyes, but by the small curve hiking up the corner of his lips you can tell he’s amused. “so. this happened.. er.. uh.. monday? yeah monday.” he nods with a furrow of his thick brows. “but uh, there’s this kid. standing in the paint aisle. and he’s just standing there, looking up at the paint and what not, so i just go up to him and i’m just like, ‘hey there little buddy, you looking for some paint?’ and then the kid pulls his pants down and starts peeing in the middle of the store.” a wide smile curves at sunghoon’s lips and his eyebrows raise up against his forehead. “i didn’t- i just watched. in horror. what was i supposed to do?”

loud snickering breaks out among the table, you hearing jake’s obnoxious cackle the most. “bruh, you watched him?” jake exclaims firmly, a wide, toothy grin etching into his pointed features. he scoots his stool back from the table and stands to his feet, leaning his body into the table as he peers over at sunghoon. “you didn’t get anyone or say anything to him? you’re a fuckin’ creepo.”

“sunghoon!” heeseung begins through a soft giggle, his eyelids crinkling up with a wide smile. “why didn’t you stop him?” you can’t help but let your lip hike up slightly at the ridiculousness of sunghoon’s story. you watch as the raven haired boy’s cheeks bloom rosace again, another chuckle spilling past his lips.

“i don’t know! i just kind of… left the aisle. let the kid do his thing.” you watch as sunghoon awkwardly reaches his arm up to scratch the back of his neck, his round eyes flickering among the faces littering the table. you can feel heeseung’s chest slowly inflate, and then the air being held in his lungs. your heart rate begins to escalate at this, because you know, you always know, when heeseung was in thought of his next verbal attack towards you.

you feel a light squeeze of your shoulder, mentally preparing yourself for the words that were about to roll from heeseung’s parted lips. “did you know, sunghoon, that your story reminds me of what y/n likes to do so eagerly for me?” a mental groan spins along the track inside your brain as you can do nothing but watch sunghoon’s disgusted expression, before your eyes flicker over to jake who had paused his fork’s route to his lips.

“she likes to pee in the floor?” he asks with furrowed brows before slipping a strawberry into his mouth. sunghoon snorts, and so does riki, the boy who was silently playing his nintendo in the corner. you let a teasing sigh roll from your lips, hearing heeseung’s devilish little snicker in your ear as he pulls you into his chest, littering your temple with small kisses.

“no, jake.” you reply bluntly, threading your eyebrows together. you place your arms on top of the table’s surface, watching your boyfriend as he parts from you, standing to his feet to walk over into the kitchen with his cup for a refill. “he meant i like to pull my pants down.” you mumble, your eyes still boring into the back of heeseung’s dumb cute little head.

“oh, ew. tmi. too much info.”

“don’t listen to him.” you yawn innocently, waiting until heeseung turned back around so you can stretch your arms over your head and let your boobs squeeze together. you liked teasing him when he makes his stupid little comments. before you say the words edging at the tip of your tongue, heeseung turns around with a cup to his lips on cue, your arms immediately reaching up over your head to mimic a stretch. “we are, in fact, both virgins.” you simply say, watching as heeseung’s eyes dart down to the line of your chest. mission successful.

you made sure to arch your back slightly, making sure your nipples pushed against the fabric of your thin, blue sweater. jake and sunghoon’s faces distort into disgust. “that’s also nasty. i didn’t need to know that.” jake replies, and you only shrug softly. you let your arms fall back to your sides, making sure your chest bounced slightly as you did so. with his eyes still glued to you, why not amuse yourself a little more?

“i mean, hey,” you begin, your eyebrows raising as you lean your arms back into the table. “i always tell him i’d show him my boobs if he’d let me, but.. you know, breasts are scary to little virgin boys.”

your chest blooms with satisfaction at the laughs you get as a reply, your eyes lingering on heeseung’s paused figure. behind the bottom of his raised solo cup, he’s squinting his eyes narrowly at you, the tips of his ears and the expanse of his cheeks flushing with bright red shades.

as he slowly makes his way back to the table, a teasing tongue to the inside of his cheek, jake reaches over to slap his arm as he passes his side of the table. “aye, you hear that, buddy? are you really scared of boobs?” sunghoon and jake share an obnoxious snicker, you slouching your back upon your stool as you await for the boy to plop back beside you, a little amused smirk curved to your thick lips.

you try to distract yourself from the fact heeseung looks absolutely to die for. your eyes are trailing his lanky figure, all the way up to his sloppily parted, layered black hair that sticks up in places and feathers around his large silver hoops hanging in his ears. your gaze drags down, to the low cut, black long sleeved tee that drapes against his body so perfectly, almost too perfectly, drool threatening to drip from your chin. your eyes drop to the tight denim jeans that hug his curved, slender legs, before his figure looms too closely for you to examine as he plops back down into his stool.

you await for some sort of reaction from him, a whisper in your ear cursing you out, a light smack to your thigh, a tickle to your side. any of his usual unamused reactions to your devilish pining. but painful seconds tick past without even a word from your boyfriend, who, in fact, was leaning into the table, his arms crossed on top of it, body completely aimed away from you. you let your lip jut out into a soft pout as a sigh softly rolls from your lips, the rest of the table getting lost into their own unappealing chatter.

you lightly poke heeseung’s side with your finger, disappointment blooming inside your system when he simply ignores you. you let a huff of air out from your nose before your eyes observe the table, making sure everyone was distracted in their own conversation before leaning up towards heeseung’s ear. “heeseung..” you lightly whisper, scooting your stool up closer to the table. you lay your arm around his back and lean your cheek onto his shoulder, hearing him hum softly as a reply. “are you mad at me?” you whisper to him, and the light shuffle of his body causes you to straighten up away from him.

you watch speechlessly as the boy stands to his feet, his mouth slowly falling agape into a loud yawn, his arms going to stretch up briefly over his head. “okay, guys.” he begins, reaching a fist up to his face to rub at his eye. “i think me and y/n are gonna bounce.”

“um,” jake begins, scrunching up his nose as he leans his body back over the table to grab a strawberry from its porcelain bowl. “no one wanted to know that.”

heeseung groans audibly in his throat, running a teasing hand down the length of his face. “not-not like,” he begins, with a shake of his head and a light chuckle to his words. “just— nevermind. we’ll see you guys later?”

jake abruptly scoots from his stool, his jaw clenching slowly with his thorough chews. “is y/n leaving?” he asks with a furrow of his brow before you stand to your feet.

“i guess so.” you tell him softly, saying your goodbyes to your cluster of friends. heeseung stands by the doorway waiting for you to pass him first, so he can snake an arm around your waist and press long kisses to the curve of your neck. goosebumps erupt abruptly against the expanse of your skin at his action, feeling his breath at your ear as the both of you emerge quietly down sunghoon’s apartment hallway.

“i’m not mad at you.” he tells you softly, before pressing a kiss to your ear. “i know i’m the one who started it. like i always do.” you snake your own arm under the one he has draped across your back, your hand going to rest on his hip.

“okay, good.” you tell him, before both of you endure a peacefully silent car ride back to the comfort of your shared apartment. peaceful, this is true, but did i mention filled to the brim with unspoken sexual tension? no, i don’t think i did. you and heeseung have never, and i mean never ever exchanged any sort of sexual contact or words in the whole five months you’ve been dating. sure, it’s not surprising coming from an intensely hopeless romantic like heeseung who had never committed a sexual act in his life, — with another person, i should add — because he’s just so much more infatuated with the pure idea of love. it was sweet, of course you thought this, and admired this most about him. but, going five months without any sort of sexual contact at all was starting to become draining for you. sure, you practically bled sex appeal, and much like heeseung, (but a lot more surprising for you), you’ve never had sex with another person in your life.

sure, of course you were embarrassed. anyone could take one good look at you and think, wow, she’s definitely been laid. but no, sadly, she has not. it’s not like you didn’t want to, of course you wanted to, you just always ended up avoiding having sex in the heat of the moment. you always get scared, frightened, insecure of your pure body in the dim serene shadows of night. so, therefore never being touched by another human being. it sucked, you wish you didn’t feel this way, especially around heeseung who makes you feel so good about yourself. it’ll come with time, you always would think, back when you started dating the boy. it’ll come with time… you think now, even after five months. still hopelessly waiting… and waiting…. and waiting…

you plop yourself at the end of your mattress, a longing sigh spilling from between your lips. you tuck your hands under your thighs and swing your legs back and forth aimlessly, peering up at the boy walking passed the doorway through your dark fringe. there’s a question you want to ask him that’s just desperately waiting to drip from your tongue like the last, wavering drop of a turned-off faucet. you watch him, a sigh escaping his lips as he shuts your door, leaning over towards your beside table to click on the dim lamp by your dresser. you watch his tired face as he runs his hand smoothly through the locks of his hair, pushing the strands back away from his forehead. he plops down onto the bed beside you, lying down on his back as his feet lay next to your sitting body.

and then suddenly, silence. it’s weird, a little too weird, especially when this kind of silence has never dawned over the two of you before. it’s almost as if the both of you are clamping down your tongues in hopes of the other breaking the tense silence with whatever is prickling at their minds. you swallow slowly in your throat, your heart rate beginning to escalate against your chest. you adjust the bottom of your blue sweater before finally deciding to part your lips to speak. “am i not sexually attractive to—”

“there’s something i need to confess.” heeseung’s soft, worried voice overrides your own and you quickly press your lips shut. you throw your head over your shoulder to peer over at him. he’s propping himself up on his elbows, his eyes studying your own through the straggling hairs of his dark tangles. you watch as his chest heaves up and down rather quickly, the prominent adam’s apple in his throat bobbing as he takes a thick swallow.

“what is it?” you ask in almost a whisper, your eyebrows going to slowly knit together. you swivel around in your spot to face the boy, hiking your knees up to your chest to hug them close.

you watch him as he throws his palm to his face, a low groan erupting from his throat. “okay,” he begins, taking a deep breath. “okay. um..” his voice is shaky and you can see his cheeks flush, his cheeks filling with air before he blows it out between parted lips and let’s his eyelids flutter shut. “i- i think. i think i’m ready to say it.. i mean, we’re comfortable with each other, right? and- and the guilt has riddled up inside me for too long i just.. i need to- get it out.”

you bat your eyelashes at him, your whole body feeling like you’re going to faint. “say it, baby… i won’t judge you..”

“promise?” he whispers, his eyebrows wilting above his big, round eyes. you nod feverishly at him, scooting your body closer to his own. “okay.” he shakily whispers before licking his lips. “sometimes.. sometimes i- when.. okay so, you know, i’ve- i’ve only ever seen your chest from the way it looks um.. in your shirts and… and your shirts are always just so tight, and your nipples always look so hard, because you don’t wear bras and- and. sometimes i like to- i… jerk off to it.” the second the last words roll off his tongue he immediately reaches over for one your silk pillows, throwing it onto his face as he lies back and pushes it down with his hands.

an immediate red color flushed to the expanse of your face, a cold sweat beading along your brow. you feel a sudden flutter in your chest, and even an unexpected one downstairs. “heeseung..” you whisper, your voice unable to go above one. you hear the boy whine under his pillow, his knuckles turning white from how hard he’s grabbing at the pillow case.

“no..” he groans, “no. i don’t wanna hear it. i’m so embarrassed, i’m so sorry.. i feel like such.. i feel like such a loser.”

“is that why you got all pouty at me at sunghoon’s house? i made you flustered?” you’re whispering to him, your brain like mush as the words just fly off of your tongue.

“shut up.” his muffled voice exclaims from behind the pillow, and you can’t help but let a small giggle out in admiration of his shyness. you lean over to pry the pillow out of his hands, revealing his pouting, red face and knitted eyebrows.

you mentally coo at his expression, his hair beginning to cling to his forehead with emerging sweat. you lean over to briefly kiss his lips, before swiping the matted hair away from his forehead. “i think you’re so cute.” you whisper to the boy, who’s still glaring up at you with glossy eyes. you throw a leg over his thigh to straddle him, watching as he quickly goes to prop himself up on his elbows again to stare at you with widened eyes.

“what’re you…”

his voice trails off as his giant eyes are frozen on your figure, his gaze watching your every move as you slowly grip the bottom of your shirt to peel it off over your head. the soft curves of your chest bounce out from the restraints of your shirt and heeseung watches them rather intently, the color draining from his face. you watch as his eyebrows quickly knit together as if he were in pain, throwing his head back. “fuck,” you hear him whine, quickly looking back at you. his chin is tilted down as he studies your figure, his desperate eyes flickering from your chest to your face, chest to your face. “please.” he’s whining, adjusting his weight under you. that’s when you feel it right under your rear end, a slowly growing bump.

he quickly lifts himself up, pushing you softly onto your back against the mattress. he soon goes to hover over you, his arms caging your head between them. “please, can i..” his voice is a cracked whine as he gazes down at you, his eyebrows in an impatient furrow. you’re not sure what exactly he’s wanting to do, but you thread your fingers through his hair and give him a quick nod.

he immediately lowers his head down towards your chest to start peppering kisses around the expanse of your breast, goosebumps immediately erupting across your skin. “you’re beautiful.” he’s whispering between kisses, his arms flexing from holding his weight up. he places a kiss on your nipple that makes you gasp. “so gorgeous, you’re so so pretty.” your mind is mush from all of his whispered praises, your fingers threading down his scalp.

his tongue goes to swipe at your hardened nipple, which makes your back arch and a tiny whine escape from your lips. you didn’t realize you’d had pulled on heeseung’s hair, when he looks up at with a bewildered curve up his lips. “you liked that?” he whispers, his eyebrows raising up into his forehead.

“yeah,” you tell him out of breath, your vision going blurry at the absolute happiness that is painting the boy’s sly features. his eyes are still glued on you, as he slowly lowers his head down and opens his mouth above your nipple, his tongue pushing out saliva that slowly spills past his lips and dribbles down his chin. you can feel the cold metal of his large hoops brush against your exposed skin. once his salvia string finally hits your nipple, another small whine escapes past your lips.

the sight you see in front of you is one you want to tattoo on your body forever. his big droopy earrings stretching out of his earlobes and his hot, wet, red cheeks. his face is slick with sweat, his hair sticking up all over the place and even sticking to his forehead and dangling in his eyes. he’s got a pretty smirk painting his parted lips, his tongue slowly sliding out to dribble more saliva off the end of it. the collar of his shirt hangs low off of him, and you can see the curves of his collarbones and the expanse of his chest.

another whine elicits from your mouth when his saliva hits your nipple again, your fingers tugging his hair rather harshly. you hear a light moan at your action, a pang throbbing at your chest. “you like this so much.” you hear his graveled voice mumble to you, slurred with rapid breaths. his tongue then goes down to smear his saliva around the expanse of your breast, and you swear, you could unravel right there. you’ve never ever experienced anything like this, and you’re embarrassed about how easily it affects you.

“heeseung,” you breathe, as he licks a stripe up your other breast. “how— ah, how do you know- know what you’re doing?” you wrap your legs up around his lower back, your fingernails slowly dragging down his nape.

“i watch a lot of.. stuff.” he replies rather bluntly, one of his hands going to slide under the weight of your hip. a small gasp rolls from your lips at his action, and panic soon blooms inside you.

“i won’t, i won’t.” you hear heeseung nervously chuckle, slipping his hand from your hip. “another time.” you watch as he lifts himself up briefly to shake his head back and forth quickly, disheveling his sweat matted hair.

“kiss me.” you blurt out of breath, tugging on the curly strands of his hair. “please, kiss me.” heeseung immediately leans his head up towards your face and quickly connects your lips, his mouth still sticky with his own saliva. drool and spit splutter down the length of your chin as heeseung quickly moves his mouth against yours, feeling his saliva drip onto your collarbone. he’s now moved to cage your thighs between his legs, the bottom of his shirt riding up his sweaty back to reveal the waistband of his boxers that peek out from under his jeans.

elicited from the whines everytime you pull on his hair, your knee goes to hike up absentmindedly, making sure it brushes lightly against his crotch. you feel as heeseung tenses his body, his motions stopped against your lips. “why did you do that?” you hear him whine, his breaths becoming more rapid as he leans his head back to study your flushed face.

an amused curve slowly hikes up the side of your lip. you run your hands down his face and down his neck, where your thumbs brush against his adam’s apple. you stroke your thumbs along the line of his collarbones before parting your lips menacingly. “you wanna know what i wanna see without clothing? your dick.”

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DREAM OF IT ft park sunghoon

established (new) relationship + brief but detailed mentions of sexual acts (thinking / speaking about it) + 1804 words

It’s taking every single shred of willpower Sunghoon has not to cry at the sight before him, and honestly the only thing stopping him is the fact that he knows YN will only cry more if she sees him crying too.

He holds her hair back for her while she sobs violently into the toilet bowl, fighting for his own life as he tries so, so hard not to make his discomfort obvious just in case she looks at him. But Sunghoon being Sunghoon he can’t help it, shuddering a little before looking away and mumbling about how she’s so lucky I’m in love with her.

Sunghoon is so wrapped up in his own thoughts that he doesn’t even notice that YN’s been tugging on his pant leg until he hears her repeating, “Hoonie.” over and over, dragging the ‘o’ out longer each time.

When he (finally) looks down at her, he feels his heart breaking into a million tiny pieces at the sight. YN’s eyes are wider than he thinks he’s ever seen them, and they’re overflowing with tears as she looks up at him. “You’re in love with me?”

Sunghoon is thankful for the distance between them, hoping it’s enough that she won’t be able to notice the way the tips of his ears are heating up (and most likely visibly reddening). He feels so shy he’s not sure he’ll be able to get a sentence out so he decides to nod instead.

YN nods too.

It’s quiet for a bit when she starts chewing on her bottom lip, bringing her hand up to scratch at her neck before speaking again. “So you think I’m hot?”

He lets out a short chuckle at her sudden (though not surprising) desire for a compliment, that he’s never once delivered when she asks like this. He decides not to make an exception tonight. “Well not right now.”

And the way her face scrunches up for a split second as the tears start falling again, mixed with the way she pulls her knees to her chest is more than enough to let him know that if ever there was a time for him to make an exception, it was tonight.

This version of drunk (and tired) YN might just be his favourite (minus the vomit). Drunk (and tired) YN whose voice is (at least) an octave higher when she speaks. Drunk (and tired) YN who bursts into random fits of tears at the thought of trivial scenarios such as him no longer loving her if she was a worm.

Though tonight’s drunk (and tired) YN is slightly worrying. She doesn’t typically cry so hard her eyes turn red. Nor does she ever spend so much time thinking before she speaks. It’s possible that there’s something more going on than just her silly drunk ramblings.

Immediately feeling regretful he sits down cross-legged on the bathroom floor next to her, wrapping his arms around her and allowing her to cry into his shoulder. He’s using his hand to rub (hopefully) soothing circles on her back and he counts 14 before she looks up at him.

And the look on her face makes him wish he’d been able to read the room a little earlier so he wouldn’t have forced her to tears again. Sunghoon watches as she wipes at her nose with the back of her hand, letting out a tiny laugh and mumbling that she’s: such a mess, I’m sorry.

But he’s glad he’s realised it’s serious now and is more than ready to act accordingly, cupping her cheek with his hand, wiping the tears from under her eyes and shaking his head. “Don’t apologise for crying, cry as much as you want, okay?” He pouts a little at her, bringing the pad of his thumb to wipe a fresh tear as it falls. “Just tell me what’s up, you know you can talk to me about anything, right?”

A nod as she scrunches up her nose a bit, sniffing before she speaks. “Are you attracted to me?” YN asks, and when he goes to answer her she shakes her head abruptly, stopping him before he’s even had the chance to open his mouth. “And not like, right now when I’m covered in snot and smell like Smirnoff and throw up, but like usually, are you attracted to me?”

His lips push into a small pout at her words as he nods his head. “Of course I’m attracted to you, you’re beautiful.” And her forehead is warm against his when he rests on it, leaning in to ask: Where’s this coming from?

She ignores his question.

“Okayyyyy-” She nods slowly, dragging out the ‘y’ for as long as she can. “-but like, sexually..” And she’s trailed off so much that he only knows she hasn’t (technically) stopped speaking because her lips are still forming the shapes of the word.

It takes Sunghoon a while to give her an answer and even as he speaks he’s not saying the things he wants to. For whatever reason, he settles on: What do you mean?

(He thinks the reason might be the fact that he’s really not sure how to say that he: wants to fuck you raw until my cum is spilling out and use my fingers to push it back in.

While also getting the point across that: I’ll probably be too shy to do that because I’ve never done anything beyond kissing.. and I’m embarrassed about it.

And you think I’m hot, and I like that you think I’m hot and I know you won’t think that anymore if you know that I have no experience.

But honestly YN, I promise! I think you’re so hot and I jerk off to the thought of you at least two times a day. Without sounding too intense).

YN scoffs at this, rolling her eyes at him. “It’s okay if you aren’t but you don’t need to play dumb.” She lets out a little laugh as she says it but it doesn’t meet her eyes, and it seems like she can tell she’s not being very convincing so she smiles wider and nudges him in his side.

He feels his brows knit together as he jumps to the defence, immediately assuring her that that is not the case. “It’s not that I’m not, I’m just confused.” Sunghoon lets himself watch her for a moment, meeting her eyes for the first time since she asked. Taking a good look at her he’s glad to see that the tears that lined her eyes have since cleared (though are immortalised in the black mascara streaks that line her cheeks).

As much as he’s feeling a little shy with the subject matter, he finds that his desire to reassure her is (slightly) stronger than his shyness. He sighs through his nose, using his finger to poke her forehead. “What’s going on in that pretty head of yours, hmm?”

“It’s stupid.”

“Not if you’re crying this much about it.”

YN pouts a little, tilting her head. “Well..” She pauses, realising that he actually has a point and with a tiny huff, she sits up a bit straighter. “I just don’t know why you don’t want to have sex with me.”

And he wishes he had a mute button for the voice in his head which whines: I doooooo. “Says who?”

“Says you.” And although he doesn’t say anything to this, it seems as though the way he tilts his head with furrowed brows is enough of a response for her as she presses on.

“And to be fair, maybe the times we’ve made out, or cuddled, you haven’t wanted to have sex or maybe even just thought that I haven’t wanted to.” She starts, looking over his shoulder and finding particular interest in something behind him.

“But tonight, in the club, I looked good-” (A statement that Sunghoon agrees with. And he’s certain there’s no way she wasn’t able to feel his .. agreement .. with the way she was grinding on him all night). “-and I know I did because Beomgyu complimented me and he never compliments me.”

She’s saying so much and so quickly that she has to take a second to breathe, and Sunghoon can’t help but tense up a little at the mention of his friend complimenting her. “So why are you watching me cry on the bathroom floor with your hand on my shoulder instead of making me cry in your room with your dick in my throat?”

You could’ve given Sunghoon a million attempts and he would never, ever have guessed the direction their conversation was taking. He feels his eyes widen as he looks at her, jeans tightening against his crotch at her forwardness.

To her credit, YN usually is very forward with him, always letting him know what she wants and when she wants it. But this.. is completely unexpected and this might be the first time in the span of their (almost) 2 month long relationship that he’s heard YN say the word dick without the words “you’re a-” in front of it.

The situation is a little bit too much for him to take in as he tries (to no avail) not to let it inflate his ego (and cock). But how could it not when his beautiful YN wants him, to be fucked by him so, so badly that she’s been reduced to tears over it?

The feeling of her hand rubbing him through his jeans is so heavenly he (almost) forgets that she’s dru-

Ah, yes, of course.

His drunk, beautiful YN wants him, to be fucked by him so, so badly that’s been reduced to tears over it. With this in mind, he’s able to will his arousal away, realising it wouldn’t be fair to fuck her in this state. But that doesn’t mean he can’t give her something to look forward to.

Sunghoon lets his hand rest on the back of her neck. “Is that what you want, baby?” His lips curving into a smirk as she nods, looking away from him - apparently choosing now to be shy. He lets his head dip down so he can meet her eyes, choosing not to comment on the way she squeezes her thighs together. “Tell me, YN. Is that what you want?”

She rolls her eyes as she opens her mouth to speak, but as if suddenly hyper aware of his proximity to her she brings up her hand to cover it, protecting him from her post throw up breath. “You know that’s what I want because I just told you.” With a small giggle, she pulls her head back and brings it forward, (lightly) bumping her forehead with his. “But don’t expect me to call you daddy while you do it.”

Something about what she said brings about a surge of confidence as his grip tightens around her neck. “Wouldn’t dream of it, baby.” He smirks. “I prefer, sir.”

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[ 타임스탬프 ] ⸻ [ 19:04 ] • park sunghoon {nsfw}

masturbation (male) , mentions of blowjob

sunghoon was tired and he missed you like crazy. it had been almost two weeks since he’d seen you last. but it was a really busy time for enhypen—they were promoting and preparing for their music bank performance. so, sunghoon was tired, he missed you, and he was horny as hell.

“hoon, we’re going to that korean barbecue place across town for dinner, did you want to come?” jungwon asked him, peeking his head into the bedroom where sunghoon laid on his bed, pouting. “you said earlier you weren’t feeling well, but i wanted to let you know you can join us if you’re feeling better.”

“you guys go on without me. i think i just need to rest,” sunghoon didn’t look up from his phone as he spoke and jungwon nodded, leaving the room so sunghoon could rest in peace.

when the dorm was completely silent and he was certain that the rest of the boys were gone, he opened the photos app on his phone. he had a locked folder there with pictures of you, pictures of you and him, and videos that he didn’t really want anyone else seeing. he didn’t typically open it because he preferred having you there with him and he was too nervous that someone would walk in on him or hear him. but desperate times call for desperate measures. and he was desperate.

he scrolled through the pictures he had of you—pictures of your face covered in his cum, of your neck and boobs and thighs covered in hickeys, of your lips wrapped around his dick and tears streaming down your face. he groaned, palming himself through his sweatpants as he continued looking through all the pictures he had of you.

but it wasn’t enough, so he pulled his dick out of his pants, grabbed a small bottle of lube from out of the box in his nightstand, and played one of the videos. it was one he had taken the last night you had spent together before his promotions began. you had his dick shoved down your throat as he fucked your face. he watched as you took his dick so well, gagging around his thick length as your saliva dripped down your chin. sunghoon gasped as he poured the lube onto his hard length, grunting in satisfaction as he gripped it firmly in the hand that wasn’t holding his phone.

he started slowly, his grip only half as tight as it could be. but the longer he watched the video, the faster his hand moved and the tighter his grip became. he let out small gasps and grunts as he started thrusting his hips to meet his strokes, barely watching the video anymore and focusing more on the sound of your mouth slurping away at his cock. and just as he came in your mouth in the video, he felt himself nearing his high.

“fuck,” sunghoon hissed, tossing his phone somewhere on his bed and focusing more on jerking himself off and reaching his high.

he thought about the way you would look under him. he thought about how much he missed you and your voice. he thought about how he missed the way you felt around him and how your hands felt all over him. he thought about how you looked with his cum all over you and how you looked with your eyes rolled back in your head as you came.

he came hard, groaning softly and working himself through the high, panting heavily as he laid there, staring at the ceiling, cum coating his stomach and hand. he looked over to the empty side of the bed where his phone laid.

he reached for it with his clean hand and snapped a quick picture of himself, covered in cum and his dick still softening as he calmed down. he sent it to you with a small message.

i miss you so much baby

 seungstrong 2022

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furryhoon · 2 years

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teasing sunghoon with a vibrator until hes begging for you to touch him as he lets out pretty little moans <3

light me on fire - sunghoon

genre: smut

warnings; sub hoon, kitty pet name used once, begging, vibrator, handjob, mention of edging, indirectly spreading my pillow prince hoon agenda

don’t ask me idk what’s going on with the title it’s nice but not what I’m used to titling things

Another muffled moan leaves sunghoon’s plump parted lips as you drag the vibrator back up to the tip of his cock. His hands grip the sheets next to him as he shakes gently holding back from trying to buck his hips.

“Cmon kitty, you know I like any of the pretty sounds you make. Please, why are you holding back?” You held the vibe directly against his tip, rolling it around, sunghoon’s head tilting back, neck in full view as his mouth falls all the way open in a silent moan. His bangs are messy covered in a thin layer of sweat on his forehead, knuckles turning white from griping the sheets. A tiny whimper almost going unheard when he closed his mouth. You pulled the vibe away from his flushed leaking cock which finally gives you an open mouthed noise.

“No-come back please. I’m getting so close please.” Thighs twitching as if he was going to close his legs out of embarrassment from your staring while you clicked the button on the vibrator a few times to turn it off. A sound similar to a sob erupted from the back of his throat, hips bucking in desperation opening his eyes again to give you his infamous watery big puppy dog eyes (usually they never fail in getting you to give in to him).

You just hummed as you wrapped your hand around his cock beginning to stroke him slowly avoiding going all the way up to his sensitive tip. A moan finally slid past his plump lips as his hips jolted from the sudden stimulation, precum slicking up the glide under your hand. It made him feel messy and gross but it was so hot. It made him feel so humiliated that a battery powered device made him so hard, precum having leaked all the way down his thighs, tiny pools on the sheets under him.

A few more strokes to his cock was all he needed to cum undone in your touch with a loud moan. Sunghoon fully relaxed into the bed under him as he began catching his breath shutting his eyes drained from the gentle edging. You leaned down to press a kiss to his cheek right under his eye mumbling a “let’s get you cleaned up” giving his thigh a little pat causing him to whine as you took care of him.

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furryhoon · 2 years

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If you’re not comfortable with writing multiple people. Can you please just write about punishing kitten!Jay? I prefer spanking and edging but you can write whatever you’re comfortable with! ^_^

-cherry-

𝙗𝙖𝙙 𝙠𝙞𝙩𝙩𝙮

genre: smut (18+)

cw: gn!reader, dom!reader, bratty!jay, spanking, pet play

words: 831

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jay was bored. to make matters worse, on the very day you were both free from college and work, you decided to spend it calling your friend, taehyun.

“tyun, please my ribs are hurting,” you exhaled after letting out peals of laughter and yet another snarky comment he made about his four roommates.

jay rolled his eyes as he sat outside the living room. he wanted you all to himself today, why did taehyun get your attention instead. you even waved him away when he tried to come up to you in the middle of your call.

they never do that. jay got frustrated with every passing second and finally decided it was enough when he noticed how what you told him was a “little catch-up” was stretching to an hour.

without thinking twice, he got up and went into your shared bedroom. he practically barged in with how the door almost flung to the wall if it weren’t for the breaker.

you turned your head back blinking up at jay in shock as he approached you. he turned your office chair so that you were facing your back to taehyun who was still on the line. you could faintly hear taehyun speak frantically through the phone, bearing witness to the sudden turn of events.

“y/n you good?”

to your surprise, jay reached over from behind you and picked up the phone.

“she’s busy dude,” he said monotonously and shot a smirk at taehyun right before hanging up on him. he put your phone back on the table and faced you again, both hands on the armrests of the chair. he caged you in.

jay didn’t miss the way your lips curled into an annoyed smile, incredulous at what your boyfriend just did, much to your chagrin. you let out a scornful chuckle and folded your arms.

“i want you babe,” he leaned forward, his figure towering over you.

“yeah? you want me so bad?” you remarked with a raised eyebrow. you leaned even closer to his face, your lips ghosting over his.

“so wouldn’t it only be fit if you take what i give now?”

you had asked him to strip standing at the side of the bed as you sauntered over to sit in the middle of the bed. but when he removed his sweatpants and boxers first, you got on all fours and with one hand, you pulled him down to your face by the collar of his shirt.

“such a needy kitty, couldn’t even be good for a while,” you smirked at him, knowing the full effect you had on him when you called him that.

he groaned slightly and you saw his eyes close in frustration. that’s when you took the golden chance to grab him by the waist and simultaneously turning your body back to sitting upright on the bed. in one move, you had pushed him down so that his ass was bent over your lap.

his dick was pushed into the side of your thigh and he couldn’t help but moan at the contact. you managed to reach over to the bedside drawer and whipped out what you needed.

once again, jay felt the familiar weight on the top of his head. one of his hands reached up to press the cat ear headband a bit more to stay on his head securely when he felt your hand come down to slap his bare ass harshly.

he let out a yelp at your sudden action. you cooed at his reaction, kneading the skin you just spanked across while one hand scratched his back.

“kitty’s so cute even when he’s taking his punishment,” you added with a chuckle. jay unconsciously wiggled his ass back at you. you took it as cue to continue your ministrations and you spanked him again and again.

“how many now, love?”

“eight,” he breathed out, voice slightly wavering. his hips had started rutting into you since the fifth blow, and he wasn’t stopping now. in fact, he was going faster and his moans were getting louder

you smacked his ass again and you were welcomed by a long whine.

“nine- fuck, i-,” you sent one more slap to his ass and he moaned your name shamelessly loud one last time before you felt his sticky cum all over your thigh, some getting onto the sheets.

jay moved to press his head into your side and groaned, humiliated by the fact that he came undone just from getting spanked and humping against your thigh.

you stroked his hair in attempts to soothe his bruised ego while the other hand stayed on his plump ass, massaging his bright red cheeks.

“look at the mess you made baby,” you teased as you felt jay nuzzle into your side deeper as he let out a whine that was effectively muffled by your shirt.

you leaned down to press a kiss to the top of his head.

“you were such a bad kitty.”

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©jngsngie

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furryhoon · 2 years

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TWO'S A COMPANY

PAIRING : heeseung x afab!reader

GENRE : smut, stranded/locked in together, unprotected sex (stay safe and use condoms!), cunnilingus, multiple orgasms, breeding, use of nicknames (baby, princess, good girl), mention of thunderstorms, the reader has astraphobia, mentions of food and eating, heeseung is an annoying flirt but also a sweet heartthrob, a lot of cliché scenes, mentions of karina and ryujin as your friends, mentions of jake, attempt at romance, lots of kissing.

WC : 7.2k words

SYNOPSIS : a night at the abandoned cabin with your friends didn't sound bad to you initially, it was a mere dare afterall. but what if the whole group bails on you and heeseung, the only guy you don't get along with, to spend the chilly night together with no way to go home in the heavy rainstorm? “fucking helps in production of body heat, y'know?” heeseung more or less offered. “yeah? i'd rather freeze. no, thank you.”

WARNING : 18+ content, minors dni.

A/N : hihi! ohmygod im finally back with my last installment of the trope series, it broke my record of my longest fic ever, again </3 i totally didn't write the smut in my college but i really hope you guys enjoy reading it! all likes, comments, reblogs and feedbacks are highly appreciated, it keeps the writer going :D iloveyou all <3

It was a cold friday night as your friend group gathered at Jake’s place for your weekly movie party, which started off my making three bowls of popcorn–the snack which was expected to be eaten even before the movie started.

Sprawled on Jake's bed, you looked at your friends—Karina sitting down with Ryujin, Heeseung yet to arrive and Jake happily munching on the snack as he sat next to you with a pout, not being able to decide a movie.

The weather seemed to be gloomy outside in contrast to the excited chatter of your friends in the room which was highly unexpected considering how it was summer. The roads shimmered in sunlight the whole day which drastically changed into cold breeze by night, making the leaves rustle and fall to the ground.

You unconsciously stared at the bedroom door, zoning out in the process until Ryujin snapped her fingers in front of you.

“What are you staring at?” she asked, looking at the door to find anything amusing but she spotted nothing. Karina smirked, turning to face you.

“Are you mayhaps waiting for Heeseung?” her tone teasing which made you roll your eyes.

It was just a question, one regarding the guy you would've sworn you hated yet it made your heart beat faster just a tiny bit, making you cuss at it for being so pathetic.

“I was zoned out. Why would I wait for that menace?” you scoffed. Karina exchanged a look with Ryujin, you didn't question it at all as they did a lot more often than expected.

That's when the door opened to reveal the devil himself. Your eyes snapped open to look at him, his hair was partially wet maybe because of the drizzle outside and which made his shoulders damp, him being in dire need of changing. Jake stood up with wide eyes, guiding Heeseung to get one of his t-shirts. What others failed to notice was the brief smirk he had on his face when he caught you staring at him just for a second. You looked away, getting the remote to find a movie for tonight, gulping down the fact that you got caught staring.

“Should we watch horror this time?” you asked out just in time for Heeseung to come and get comfortable next to you. He wore Jake's t-shirt which was a bit too tight for his frame, his toned body slightly on display for you all.

Jake squealed, looking at all of you with big eyes as he suddenly remembered something when you talked about the horror genre.

“Guys do you know about the haunted cabin?” he asked, eyes shining with anticipation but he got no reply and only curious eyes, which made him frown.

Everyone looked at him with a questioning stare, eyes urging him to continue his story. He pouted and turned to face you all.

“Do you guys really not know about the haunted cabin near the forest on the outskirts of the city?” he questioned, proceeding to answer by himself.

You guys still weren't sure, coming from a small town meant that you guys just had to know each and every street of your place, the town being surrounded by forests from the east side also meant that there were a lot of cabins around.

“I saw it in a video the other day—that cabin is said to be spooky as someone was killed in there but the body was nowhere to be found.”

“That sounds–interesting.” you spoke up, looking at everyone for them to agree to it.

Karina teasingly smiled at Jake, “Why do you watch horror stuff knowing well enough that it will give you nightmares?”

He scoffs as you all try not to laugh at the puppy looking boy in front of you. “I can stay there for the entire night! You scaredy cats cannot!” he spoke up, offended, making everyone laugh at him now.

“We all can survive it but I'm not sure about y/n, she's scared of ghosts.”

That's it, Lee Heeseung was back at it. It was favourite thing in the world to do—to tease you. The mischievous glint in his eyes said it already, he wanted to rile you up.

Heeseung had been like that ever since he met you in kindergarten, his purpose in life was to tease you which started in elementary school. He used to poke your back during the classes, steal your lunch on some days and even got you into trouble for ‘talking’ to him during the class.

Safe to say, Heeseung had been hellbent on making your life miserable, it was all a joke for him yet somehow your group always kept you together, asking you to ignore his harmless pranks.

“Ooh!” Jake jumped up, “So let's make a deal, I dare y'all to spend the night in the cabin, whoever wins and stays the entire night will get two weeks worth of my pocket money, what say?”

“I'm in.” Karina said, being the brave one and Ryujin soon followed the suit. Heeseung looked into your eyes, his smile only growing bigger, “I bet I'll last longer than y/n.”

You scoffed, “We'll see about that.” you turned to look at Jake, “Keep your pocket money ready for me, Jakey.”

Everyone cheered like a bunch of kids who got permission to visit the amusement park. After a minute of excitement, Jake put on Conjuring 2, immersing himself in the movie as he hugged the pillow to his chest. The light was dim, mostly coming out of the TV which made the room more calm, except for the screams Jake let out.

Heeseung leaned close to your ear, “You can back out, you know, baby?” his voice sent tingles down your spine which you very well ignored. Or at least tried to ignore.

You tilted your head to see how close he was to your face, “And why would I do that?”

He smirks, retorting with another snarky remark and a nickname which made you cringe, the argument rose to the point where no one paid attention to the movie but, stared at you both instead.

Your foreheads almost touched with how close you were and that's when you realised how childish you were being.

Heeseung smirked, holding your hand and whispering yet again, “Don't worry, baby. I'll take care of you.”

You opened your mouth to retort yet nothing came out so you resorted on smacking his head, making him yell out an ouch.

Jake watched the exchange with curious eyes, simply getting up, pushing Heeseung to the side and sitting down between you two, Heeseung being shocked for a second at what happened. Both your friends collectively slapped their head.

“What? They won't fight anymore!” he reasoned with big puppy eyes.

You gulped down, looking the other way while Heeseung did the same, staring away from Jake as the poor boy sat in between with a confused pout on his lips.

You had to prove him wrong.

You danced in your room while packing the essentials for your stay, some snacks and your nightwear, not forgetting to keep an extra pair of clothes for emergency purposes. It was a beautiful day outside, the sun shone bright—bright enough to make Groudon proud.

You mom was in the kitchen baking yet another batch of cookies which your friends adored. Your mom had always been like this, sending snacks even for the smallest of your picnics.

Your phone rang just as you zipped up your backpack, it was Ryujin. “Y/n!” she awkwardly coughed.

“Are you okay Ryu–” you asked as she cut you off.

“Perfectly fine, yes. I just had to discuss the seating arrangement with you actually.” your hum urged her to continue.

“So you know how the dance team has an event upcoming friday, right? The dance team has to stay back for a rehearsal so we'll be a tad bit late.” she explained.

“Oh—It's alright! I can wait with you guys–”

“No!” she exclaimed.

“Me, Rina and Jake can catch up later, you guys should leave first.” your eyed widened at her implementation.

“So you want me to go with Heeseung? In his car? Alone with him?”

“That's the plan, yes.” she says.

“He hates me, Ryu. He'll literally throw me out of the car and leave me stranded in the middle of nowhere–” you spoke, out of breath as your brain formed thousands of scenarios of what he could do to make you miserable this time.

“Y/n, calm down.” she almost screamed, muttering something in the lines of ‘he literally gives you heart eyes.’ But you were too busy running your mind for a possible escape.

You took a deep breath, listening to what she had to say, “We would have taken you with us but the car is four seater and you wouldn't be able to fit in with the bags on the seat.”

With a sigh, you muttered a small ‘i understand.’ You heard her sequel as she rushed to speak again, “Okay great! I've already told Hee to pick you up by seven so you still have three hours to pack your stuff. Now I've got to go, I love you, y/n! Bye.”

“I love you too, Ryu.” you chuckled at her excited tone but you also dreaded what the future held for you from here.

It was six thirty when the doorbell rang, you hadn't even called Heeseung to confirm your trip yet he was here, hugging your mother with the biggest smile on his face, mirroring that of your mom. Great, he's got everyone whipped for him, you thought.

He had been a charmer since he was a kid. Only, he tried to charm everyone else but you.

“You didn't tell me you were driving with Heeseung.” your mom asked with a smile, a smile that said she trusted him to drive you safely.

“Yeah it was a last minute thing.” you said, looking away now that Heeseung stared at you, a small smile on his face which screamed evil to you.

He followed you guys to the kitchen where your mom was packing the final set of your favourite cookies. Instead of handing them to you, she gave it to Heeseung, your mouth dropping at the interaction.

“Mom, that was supposed to me mine!” you complained with your jaw hanging open as Heeseung held the packet of cookies with a smirk.

“Y/n! You should share it with others too, you can get it anytime.” your mom said before giving Heeseung a smile, telling him it's okay for him to take it.

“Should we leave?” he asked you, his words so soft as of he'd always been good to you, A-class actor he had been, as he grabbed your backpack, carrying it to the car for you.

“Take care of her and yourself.” your mom said to him before leaving and he smiled in a comforting way, looking at you.

“I'll keep her safe.” he spoke in the most earnest voice he had ever used and you almost felt that he was genuine.

With a last good bye, he guided you towards his car, putting your backpack safely on the backseat as he expected you to sit in the front.

He held the door open for you and you sat down wordlessly, waiting for him to get in and drive you there as fast as possible.

You whipped out your phone from your pocket, texting Karina to tell her you're leaving for the cabin already.

She replied almost immediately, saying that they'll be free in two hours and would leave soon, meeting you directly at the cabin and wished you a good ride with a smirk emoji, which made you send her the middle finger one, closing the phone right after.

Heeseung sat down, starting the car engine as his big hands gripped the steering wheel. Just then he bend over to your side, his face right in front of yours which made you gasp and move back. He maintained the eye contact, the safely securing you with the seatbelt before he moved back with a smirk.

“What's wrong, baby?” he chuckled, putting his own seatbelt on before finally driving away from your home.

“Don't call me that!”

You sighed as he laughed. Such a great start to your trip.

Deciding that you can't bear to stay awake for the whole drive, you try to sleep, not wanting to stare at his face either, which looks a bit too pretty for your liking. His dark eyes paying attention to the road, his lip softly bitten with concentration now that he wasn't teasing you. Mellifluous voice of Ruelle played on the car speaker connected to his phone's bluetooth, his fingers tapping the steering wheel along to the beat, his soft lips singing along to the song in the lowest voice he could muster, yet it was loud enough for you to listen to.

The atmosphere awfully comfortable and calm, you felt content about it, Heeseung sneakily stole glances at you while your eyes appreciated the beauty outside. The sun was setting, the sky looked ethereal with all its colours mixing together, waving goodbye at the sun.

Temperature had dropped in comparison to the scorching heat of the afternoon. It had been half hour already since you left and the ride had been plenty quiet until Heeseung spoke up again.

“Are you hungry, baby?”

You rolled your eyes. “That's not my name.”

“I know. Baby.”

Ignoring the nickname and your fluttering heart, you said, “Yes I'm hungry.”

“Great, we have McDonald's right around the corner, baby.”

There he goes again with the name. It was enough to give you goosebumps and you weren't sure if you liked how your body was reacting to his tricks.

He turned the car, parking it in the parking lot, getting off just saying, “Stay here, baby.”

You stare at him, rolling your eyes. He didn't even bother asking what you wanted to eat and sprinted away.

“Why do I have to be stuck with him?” you asked to no one, muttering to yourself. You smiled slightly, remembering how he was singing the whole time, his voice sweeter than the honey, pretty enough for him to be a singer yet you would never admit that in front of him.

A knock on your window snapped you out of your thoughts, You open it up, grabbing the paper bag from him along with a drink.

Not only a drink, it was the one you loved. As for the meal, it was the one you usually ordered, the favourite one of yours.

You stared at it for a few seconds as Heeseung sat down, looking at you with a quizzical expression.

“What's wrong?” he genuinely inquired, his attention on you.

“This is my favourite order.” you said, still staring at it, heat rushing to your cheeks for some reason.

“Oh.” He let out, clearing his throat and looking elsewhere.

“How do you know that?” you tried not to be awkward about this.

“I–I don't know! I just got you random meal.” he stuttered and you smiled, knowing he can't lie to save his life.

It also made you wonder if he's this attentive with everyone in the group. Jake most certainly is not, he messed up your order despite you telling him what you wanted so, Heeseung knowing it made it even more puzzling for you.

Nevertheless, you started eating your meal, a small smile ghosting your face which didn't go unnoticed by him, his expression mirroring yours. Everything being peaceful again, in all good ways.

The rest of the drive wasn't that peaceful, Heeseung was back on track to tease your already irritated self, he called you all sorts of nicknames which flustered you, making you avert your attention by checking your phone. When that didn't work, he tried something new.

The devilish smile already told you that he was upto something, and he did. He kept his large hand on your thigh, the small touch sending a shiver down your spine. You didn't react for a minute, thinking he'd remove his hand on his own, but he only got more comfortable with you, giving it a light squeeze.

You swatted his hand away, “What are you doing, Heeseung?”

He bit his lip, happy to have gained your attention. “You liked it, didn't you?”

His question threw you off guard and you struggled while saying no.

Zoning out for a hot second, your brain ran at its fullest speed, thinking about his big hands inching closer to your core, cupping them and rubbing your clit–

You shook your head, denying whatever your brain was going through. “No! I d–don't!”

He chuckled again, his deep laugh resonating the car. You did realise that something about him was weirdly attractive to you lately. Maybe it's the way he paid more attention to you, maybe it's just the fact that Heeseung was a beautiful human to look at, even prettier when he sang with his guitar. You sighed, knowing you will get nothing even if you fall for him. He hates you after all.

Your mood went sour after the realisation that you may be having feelings for the guy sitting next to you, the guy who's been hellbent on irritating you ever since you met. Yet he was also the guy who never left your side. The weather outside seemed to have matched your mood, the grey clouds were out as the night fell and you were almost near the cabin.

The sight scared you as your eyes shut down, silently praying that it doesn't rain, but more importantly, no thunderstorms for you.

Heeseung seemed to have seen the sudden switch in your behaviour, him going mum, seeing you worried. He wordlessly held your hand, driving with the other one, you gulped, staring at your hands yet didn't make any move to push him away, the warm of his palm giving you the comfort you needed.

All you knew was you could trust him right now.

You kept your eyes shut for the rest of the journey, Heeseung's voice calming you down as much as it could. The soft jerk of car stopping made you aware that you had reached your destination, you got up fast, getting your backpack from the car and rushing to the big door of the wooden looking cabin.

Heeseung followed the suit, rushing to get the keys out from his jeans pocket, opening the lock to the cabin and rushing you to get in. He had two bags, one of which had a rolled up blanket, the only thing you had very conveniently forgot to keep with you.

The temperature had dropped drastically, the green big trees adding to it. A great day for you to wear a t-shirt. You sighed.

“How did you get the keys to the cabin?” you inquired.

“Oh–Jake gave them to me earlier.” he replied, going inside to see what the cabin was like.

Unlike what Jake had said, the cabin was fairly clean. You texted Karina, informing her that you've reached, safely at that, and asking when she'll be here. The cabin was big, alien scent of wood filling your senses as the whole furniture seemed to be wooden styled, the place also sporting a fireplace, which piqued the interest of Heeseung who had already begun to put logs in, trying to light the fire up to beat the cold.

The living room was huge and silent but also had a huge bed in place of what should be a sofa, only the voice of raindrops from outside was heard, alongside your quiet breathing and Heeseung's footsteps. On the wall was a huge bookshelf, full of books covered with a thin layer of dust, from Shakespeare to Jane Austen, all classics were lined up, put up in a systematic manner, yet no traces of the Supposed ghost were to be found.

“Woah.” Heeseung marvelled, making you look at him. He stood in the kitchen, the fridge opened as you walked towards him.

“It’s stocked?” you asked, confused. Your phone pinged just then, the connection was poor but enough to send texts.

RINA 💝 :

there's a thunderstorm outside, i don't think we'll be able to make it </3

YOU :

so im supposed to spend the night here alone with him? 💀

nvm im outta here

RINA 💝 :

come on, he's not bad and i know you like each other 😕

YOU :

,,,that's not true

RINA 💝 :

🤨

YOU :

im leaving.

You locked your phone, turning to look at Heeseung. “We should leave.”

“What, we just got here though?”

“Rest of them are not coming.” you informed, taking a step back, the air being cold enough to give you goosebumps.

You didn't wait for his reply, walking towards the door to escape this already, you wanted nothing more than the warmth of your blanket in your room.

Heeseung followed you, asking you to stop but, you went and opened the door only to see heavy rain pouring down, nothing else was visible outside. The sight made you cry, being stuck in a cabin in cold with a guy was not something you wished for.

He yanked you back in, preventing you from getting wet by the torrential downpour. You were shocked for a minute, just staring at the now closed door while he worked on the fire, trying to light it up as fast as he could to stop you from shivering.

You mood was sour as you waddled your way to the fireplace, sitting down on the carpet to absorb the warmth it radiated, Heeseung wandered at the back as you tried not to shiver, gulping down the nervousness you felt.

He kept glancing at you but, he found something amusing, an old gramophone player with tons of vinyls stocked in the shelf below it. Picking up one which he recognised, he put it on, trying to get it to work. It didn't at first but after a few positional changes, it worked. You snapped your head to see what caused the sweet melody to break out in the cabin, sighing seeing him standing there with a smirk.

It was a given, he always had that smirk on while teasing you and that's exactly what he was upto right now. Unfolding his blanket, he sat down in front of the fire, right next to you without sharing it. You sighed again, wrapping your arms around yourself, trying to get any kind of heat possible. That's when Heeseung spoke up again.

“What exactly did Karina say that made you run away, baby?” you looked at him as his eyes stared directly at you.

You weren't sure if it was the implication that made you flustered or the nickname, you remember what Karina said once, “Oh, he definitely likes you.” you brushed it off but, it suddenly made it a difference now that you were alone with him.

“Nothing that concerns you, Lee.”

He smiled, biting his lip.

“I think it does, baby. Just see how lucky you are to spend the whole night with me, alone.” he raised his brows, as if testing your patience.

You cursed under your breath, already hating the situation, how were you supposed handle his constant flirting the whole night?

“I'd rather be with anyone else but you.” you said, shifting closer to the fire that was big enough to provide you the warmth you needed.

“Tch, liar. Good girls don't lie, baby.” he smirked.

All you could see was how comfortable his blanket looked, it was enough to fit two people yet he had it hogged to himself, so much for liking you.

He saw your envious look and shivering body, tilting his head and asking, “You feel cold?”

“Well, yeah? I didn't exactly pack clothes according to this weather.” you let out, irritated about the fact that he still wasn't sharing his blanket.

Faint noises of thunder roared outside, audible even with the vinyl playing in the background. The sound making you clutch to yourself even tighter.

“Y'know fucking helps in creating body heat, right?”

He started again.

“Yeah? I'd rather freeze, no. Thank you.” you said, ignoring the uneasy feeling in your heart.

That's when a loud thunder was heard, making you scream and hide your face in your arms, sobbing at the one thing you've been scared of ever since you were a kid. You remember witnessing one of these as a child, seeing a big light flashing through the sky, roaring with the loudest sound you had ever come across. It left you traumatized, the small you cried for hours at that sight and the elder you does so too, just like what you were doing now.

Suddenly, you felt something wrapping around you, darkness surrounding your eyes as warm arms encased your shivering body, cradling you like a little baby. Heeseung had pulled the blanket up both your bodies, hugging you close to his frame, so much that you sat on his lap as his chin rested on top of your head as you freely sobbed on his chest. He knew how much you hated when it rained, it took him less than a second to react to it, embracing you as fast as he could.

You could hear his heartbeat. He gulped, thinking of ways to distract you, that's when he settled on one. Soon you heard a low hum which turned into soft vocals.

Heeseung was singing for you, from the very depth of his soul, his voice rose and swell, taking over the thunder's baritone as he sung 'butterfly' for you. Your frame stilled around him, processing everything that was happening around you, his larger rocked you back and forth, patting your head as if singing a lullaby to a baby. Only, the lyrics had a deeper meaning for you. Slowly, you wrapped his arms around him, your breathing going back to normal as his scent and voice invaded in your senses in all the right ways. You had never been this close to him before and you weren't sure if you ever wanted to let go.

He sang and clasped you tight enough to make you both seem like one person. You weren't sure if he held you for hours or for some minutes, all you knew was comfort—his arms were comfort.

He didn't let you go even when you tried to move back, calming down as the thunder stopped, only the heavy rain poured down. You tapped his shoulder twice.

“Heeseung?” your voice came out shaky.

Snapping his eyes open, he leaned back, his hands coming up to cup your face, searching for any kind of fear and hesitance, his thumb caressed your cheek on its own, him holding you so tenderly as if you would break if he lets go for even a second.

“Are you okay?” his voice trembled.

Getting a good look on his face, you realised how worried he looked. You were taken aback with his sudden show of affection yet you felt incredibly grateful for his existence here with you.

You nodded, keeping your own hands on his, looking away from his stare.

“Thank you.” you tried your best to smile at the bambi eyed boy in front of you and he merely nodded brushing it off.

You got off his lap, realising the position you were in. Your heartbeat rose again but for different reasons this time as you wrapped yourself in the blanket more. He coughed, trying not make the situation awkward.

The melodious tune of the vinyl still resonated the cabin as you both settled yourself in comfortable silence, aimlessly staring at the fire blazing in front of you. Lee Heeseung had been a sweetheart behind those pranks, it took everything in you to not smash your lips to his after he asked you if you were okay. Gulping down, you frowned thinking what his opinion on you would be. Does he like you like your friends say or is it just friendly concern he just offered?

Meanwhile, Heeseung was still careful around you, giving you side glances as he tried his best to figure out what thoughts your brain had been brewing.

Suddenly, the silence felt too loud to you, remembering all the times when Heeseung scared your crushes away, or when he ‘accidentally’ followed you to the same cafe you were going to, multiple times at that, or to the time when he punched the guy who tried to hit on you at the party. Was it all friendly or did he just hate you?

“Why do you hate me?” You asked before you could stop yourself.

“W–what?” he stuttered, not expecting this question to ever come out of your mouth. Hate? That's a heavy word and his heart physically pained to see the look in your eyes as you questioned him.

“Hm, you've always been adamant to tease me, to scare any human who'd take the least bit liking for me, getting me into trouble during classes, heck even my mom loves you enough to give you my favourite cookies.” the topic wasn't supposed to be this heavy yet you had tears in your eyes again.

“I could never hate you.” He spoke in a low register, yet his voice was firm and reassuring. You looked up at him, his perfect skin glowed golden with the fire he had set up in front of you both.

“That's the thing, y/n.” he started, smiling to himself before boring his eyes in yours, “How could I hate you when I'm in love with you?” he laughed at his pathetic state, waiting for you to laugh at him for doing so but he only got silence in the end, so he continued.

“I had liked you ever since I saw you in that little blue frock of yours, screaming at the others for saying how girls can wear blue too. You had always been so brave and I liked you as earnestly as a kid could at that age.”

You stayed mum, processing everything he was saying, your heart thumping rapidly against in your chest.

“Then we got a little older, I realised I shouldn't be feeling all of this so I ended up trying to chase you away, teasing being my last resort. It somehow stayed even as we grew older because that's was the only way you payed attention to me.”

Your lip quivered, eyes looking down at the carpet, not daring to face him.

“You grew up to be this talented young woman while I was and still am lost being the guy who's in love with you, knowing my feelings won't ever be reciprocated.”

He stopped, gulping his nervousness down for second. He had never been this confident about his feelings before and just the thought of rejection was enough to make him cry.

“I'm so sorry, I've been awful to you all this time–”

You pulled him down by his nape, locking your lips with his before he could say anything else. He didn't move back, neither did you.

The time probably stopped when it happened, neither of you moved your lips, it was meant to shut him up and you successfully did so, now moving back with a deep breath to look at him. He stared at you widened eyes, making you chuckle.

“You're an idiot, Lee Heeseung.”

You pulled him into a kiss again, this particular one was reciprocated by him, pulling you on his lap again as he moved his lips with yours, full of need and passion.

He'd dreamed of this for so long and the mere fact that you initiated the kiss was enough to drive him insane. It was all he wanted and more. His smile against your lips said it all, making you smile back as you tasted strawberry shake on his lips, the one he had while he went to get your meal.

You laughed, pressing your forehead against his, breathing the same air as him, his arms wrapped around your waist in a secure way.

His heart fluttered the amount it never did before, hearing your laugh, the one he caused, was hypnotic beyond reason.

“This feels different.” you whispered.

“A good difference, I hope.” he said, his lips brushing against yours as he spoke, sending tingles down your spine.

“Definitely.” you smiled, moving back to look at his glowing face.

You cupped his jaw, caressing his cheeks. His eyes never left your face, noticing each action of yours. Your traced his eyebrows, nose and lips with your fingertip, each feature of him screaming perfection. Heeseung was beautiful beyond words and even the dim lights couldn't disagree with that.

He picked you up, walking towards the big bed placed four steps away from you, his lips on yours again as he laid you down on the bed, getting on top of you, “Is this okay?” he asked.

You smiled at his demeanor change, highly wanting to tell him you've had more absurd thoughts about him than just kissing but, you just nodded.

He dived in to do so again, his tongue swiped along your lower lip which you gladly opened, giving him access to your mouth. His lips were warm and soft against yours, he slipped his tongue inside, breathing heavily with yours bodies pressed against one another.

You whined, your fingering carding in his hair, tugging at his soft locks, making him groan in your mouth. The smell of his perfume was intoxicating and the dire need he showed, his hands travelling around your body, trying to memorise each part of you. It all made you feel like you were the only two people in this world, no one else had made you feel this way before. Your senses never heightened to this point and it scared you because you had feelings for Heeseung.

Yet his smile made it vanish in a second, assuring you that it would all be worth it in the end. Soon, he was holding you like a baby holds his teddy bear to sleep, Heeseung was quite adorable with the clingy behaviour and, although it was new, you wanted to discover more of this side of him.

He had you wrapped in his arms, cuddling you while also laughing at the littlest movement of yours. The setting was ideal for you, his small back pats made you feel content, almost forgetting about the thunderstorm incident from a few minutes back.

Your laugh echoed again, you snuggling closer to him in the blanket, finding it adorable how he asked each time before kissing you, his ask count being five already.

“You don't have to ask before kissing me each time, Hee.” you smiled, pulling him in another kiss.

You had called him Hee, a name you never used before, a name that everyone called him but, it made

“Yeah? so I can kiss you whenever I wish to?” he asked as a challenge.

You hummed, saying yes to him, eliciting a spark in his eyes as he placed kisses all over your face, his hands gripping your ass to pull you closer, his knee separating your legs as he rested his between them, close to touching your core.

He kissed you again, way more passionate than the earlier ones, it made you weak in the knees, he was taking the control, squeezing your ass as you let out a moan.

He leaned back, kisses trailing down your neck, making you close your eyes and follow his rhythm, you gasped when he bit your neck with the least amount of force possible, the wetness pooling down your panties was embarassing since he hadn't even done anything more than kissing you.

“Heeseung!” you moaned softly.

“Hmm? yes, baby?” he asked, continuing to kiss and suck on your clavicle.

“Does the offer still stand?” you asked shamelessly.

Heeseung looked at you with a puzzled gaze.

“I'm still cold, y'know?” that's when it clicked, his offer to fuck you, for providing warmth of course.

His eyes widened by a fraction, seeing you being this bold was definitely a turn on for him. He wasted no time in throwing his black t-shirt away, revealing his perfect torso, faint abs visible in the dim lighting of the cabin.

“Is that what my princess wants me to do?”

You visibly shivered at the nickname, his breath hitting your neck as disappeared under the blanket, going down to unbutton your jeans, removing it and throwing it down the bed, his fingers were cold on your warm thighs.

The blanket was thrown to the side as you wanted to see each of his move, his hands roamed everywhere on your body, memorising each curve of your body as he placed open mouthed kisses on your neck, his hand tugging at the hem of your t-shirt as you got up for a second, removing the thin layer of clothing, leaving you only in your undergarments now.

Heeseung was infatuated, the sight in front of him made his heart swell, you looked breathtaking, just as he imagined you to be, or maybe even more. You held his hand, guiding it to your wet panties and he didn't had to be told twice.

He used two fingers, pushing your panties to the side to see your wet core. He smirked, proud of himself for making your body this reactive to him. It was your first time doing it with Heeseung yet it felt perfect, like it was meant to be the best with him.

“So pretty.” he commented, boosting your confidence whilst also making your heart race.

He gave it an experimental kiss, licking it right after, causing you to let out a breathy noise. He lift your legs, putting one on his shoulder as he pulled you closer for a better access.

The start was slow, romantic almost as he prepped feather light kisses on your inner thighs, soon shifting them to your dripping core, kissing it giving it teasing kitten licks, his nose brushing against your clit, making you arch your back and moan out his name.

“Hmmm, more!”

Your moans were his new favourite sound, he wanted to heard more of it, so he escalated things by a smidge. How could he ever deny his princess?

He sucked your clitoris, licking and inserting his tongue in your pussy right after, making your toes curl at the delight. His tongue easily slipped in your core, making you moan pathetically at his attempt of fucking you, lapping at your juices hungrily, wanting you to fall apart on his tongue.

You bucked your hips, trying to get more of him in any ways you could and his hands pinned your hips down, him being stronger than you. Your legs shook as he spoke, his voice deeper than usual.

“So fucking tasty, could eat you out for hours, hmm.”

He hummed against your heat, the sensation sending you in a spiral of bliss, your friends weren't lying when they said that Heeseung was good at everything. Clearly, he was.

“Fuck.” you groaned, feeling a familiar knot in your lower abdomen.

It didn't take you long to orgasm all over his tongue, him lapping it up like a hungry man. Your arousal covered his mouth as he got up, kissing your mouth again.

“Such a good girl for me.” He caressed your cheek, staring at you with heart eyes.

You were in euphoria, your toes curled and mouth slightly open to breathe in more, for, the man in front of you was sure to leave you breathless.

“Tell me what you want, beautiful?”

His face was right above yours as he supported himself on his arms, his little smile urging you continue with your wants.

“I want you.” a whisper left your mouth.

It was like you saw a flip switching in his eyes, it burned with passion as he removed his jeans and boxers in a go. You could only stare at his body in awe, him pumping his dick to hardened it just the right amount as you gulped, trying to calm the feeling in your abdomen.

Heeseung looked godly as he lined up his dick against your wet core, teasing your entrance with his now fully hardened dick.

“Beautiful.” he breathed out, making your heart flutter at his praises.

Your wetness made it easy for him to push in, staring at you throughout it, trying to memorise each of your expressions, each of your reactions.

“Fuck, I love you so much.” he moaned out before he could stop himself and you just arched your back, the feeling of his big dick in you made your pussy clench around him helplessly, your body molding with his perfectly.

He pumped himself in you, his gesture romantic yet intense. It made you think if you'd be in a relationship with him soon, the pretty boy on top of you thrusted harder by each second, you wanted more, you wanted to be with him.

“My pretty princess.” he called you, groaning and twitching inside of you.

Everything was overwhelming, both for him and you. Him having the girl of his dreams crying out his name whereas you realising that you've had feelings for the guy fucking you right now, all along.

That's when it got too much for you, screaming his name as you creamed his cock, just as he came inside you, your fingers digging in his back with the need to hold him closer than ever.

He breathed hard near your ear, his head on your shoulder now as he felt himself getting hard again with the kitten licks you gave on his neck, and this time he was sure to be more fueled than before.

“Fuck, y/n.”

He grabbed your hips, slamming into you without any warnings, giving you the heat you needed all along and suddenly, the room wasn't cold anymore, it was filled with heat—the heat provided by Lee Heeseung.

“You wanted me, right?” he groaned sinisterly, “Then you'll get all of me.”

He kissed you right after saying that, you moaned in his mouth, the faint music still playing in the background with the loud sounds of your skin slapping echoing in the room.

He grabbed your wrist, pinning it above your head. The way he handled you made you cry out of pleasure. Heeseung was perfect for you.

He thrusted and thrusted, “So wet, hmm.”

You cried yet again, the thumb rubbing your clit making you see the stars, your legs shaking with the overstimulating approach he used. His jaw clenched, knowing you were about to cum.

“Hold it.” he demanded.

“I–I can't!” you shook your head, your eyes teary as you were in the dire need of a release.

“Yes you can, princess.” your breasts bouncing each time he slammed his cock in you, the action making your eyes roll back and forcing shut.

“Just a little more, baby.” he groaned in your ear, his thumb never stopping and his thrusts getting sloppier by second, his own release close.

You cried, tears freely flowing down your cheeks as he kissed him away despite his rough demeanor.

“Cum for me, baby.” he whispered.

“Heeseung.” you moaned, reaching the highest point of your orgasm as he filled you up with his cum yet again.

Your legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him closer till you couldn't anymore.

“My good girl.”

The cum spilling out of your pussy now as his body collapsed on yours, pressing soft kisses all over your face, making you giggle like a kid.

“You were so good for me." he praised, rubbing his thumb on your cheek.

“You were so good to me.” you replied as he let out a proud smile before kissing you.

He wasted no time in getting his spare t-shirt to clean you up, you getting from him and cleaning him as well, a small smile gracing his lips at your affectionate gesture.

He made sure you drank water, him placing pecks all over your face, it made you feel loved beyond words. You laughed when he shared the cookies with you, the same ones your mom gave to him. He repeated her words, “We should share.” and he feeded you the same with his own hands, cooing at you making you hit his shoulder. Some things would never change.

He also made sure to wrap you in a blanket, wrapping his own arms around you to keep you warm throughout the night.

Sleep came easily to you, the day being tiring yet Heeseung couldn't sleep. He stared at your sleeping figure, memorising everything he could about you. With one last peck on your forehead, he pulled you close, making you rest your head on his torso as you both drifted off to the dreamland.

You woke up feeling a heavy weight on you, making you unable to move your body. Your eyes fluttered open, seeing none other than your pretty bambi eyed boy sleeping with his head on your chest, his mouth slightly open, his cheeks making him look like a small fluffball, the sight was endearing enough for you to click his pictures, making sure to not to wake him up but the voice of clicking stirred him awake.

His strong arms held on to you tighter, snuggling close to you as he muttered ‘5 minutes more’. You chuckled at his duality.

He was the same guy who fucked you senseless last night, the same guy who looked like a newborn child full of innocence now. You shook him up gently and it took him a solid of two minutes to open his eyes, finally processing that he wasn't in his room, hugging his pillow but, was in the cabin, sleeping with you.

You hadn't expected him to be so adorable, with his hair all messy and a goofy smile plastered on his face, he said a good morning to you, making you mirror his expression and say the same back to him.

“I love you.” he mumbled sheepishly while you pecked his forehead.

“I love you too, baby.”

His eyes opened wide as he leaned on his elbow, “You called me a baby?” he smiled teasingly, you rolled your eyes and smiled right after.

“I did.”

And the happiness on his face after was something you'd want to see for the rest of your life.

You both packed up, Heeseung making sure you don't go without kisses every two minutes, he seemed to have grown an interest for your lips, saying how they were perfectly kissable.

Laughing at the fact that there was no trace of any ghost, you finally reached home, deciding to meet everyone later in the evening yet Heeseung was wary of the fact that he had to let go even if it was for a few hours. He insisted on pecking you thrice, running back to do it again, not having it in him to leave.

You pushed him away, embarassed and still not used to the fact that he loves you, your push did nothing to move his stronger frame yet he left with a smirk saying, “You weren't pushing me away yesterday night, girlfriend.” and the wink to sum it up.

He called you his girlfriend. The mere implication made your cheeks heat up as you ran inside your home with a small smile ghosting your lips.

Jake opened the door for you and Heeseung, who happily offered to pick you up for the meet, the poor guy confused to see you together, it being a rare sight in general.

“How was your dance rehearsal?” you started the conversation.

He looked up, “It was normal, we could have had it today but Karina insisted on having it yesterday for some reason.” he casually explained.

“Wait, what?” your eyed widened, meeting that of Heeseung's.

It was obvious that their plan was to leave you stranded there, with Heeseung for the apparent ‘match making’ and you were low-key grateful for that. Your feelings were long due to be confessed and you had to thank them for it. But, on the other hand, you were cracking your knuckles.

“Oh, I'm so ready to kill them!”

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cum til’ you cry : sjy

PAIRING: bad boy!jake x fem!reader

GENRE: smut

WARNINGS!!!!! pwp, pervert!dom!jake, sub!reader, bulging kink, unprotected sex, dumbification, slight praise kink

SUMMARY: jake just wants to see you cry tears of pleasure

he knows he should stop, 45 minutes of stealing little peeks and his eyes still linger like a veiled cloud over his conscience, present and hard to dismiss

jake doesn’t know when his obsession started, but one look at your bambi like eyes and he was hooked. jailed and chained to nights filled with your doe eyes brimming tears and cries of pleasure

he licked his lips, dirty thoughts spiraling and making him lightheaded. mind full of you, on your back with your legs pressed to your chest, face of ecstasy and your cherry red lips as slick as the one below, you and your plump ass now blushing and scarlet in the shape of his hands

jake knows he should stop, but when he sees your flustered little face after accidentally locking eyes, he finds himself not wanting to

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furryhoon · 2 years

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Perv!Sunghoon because why not? Again, minors DNI. Contains sexual and mature themes including impregnation kink, masturbation, praise kink? panty-stealing, oral sex (male receiving) pls let me know if i missed anything

This is completely fictional and does not reflect ENHYPEN in anyway.

Okay now imagine Sunghoon as your local village boy. You know, rice fields and all or it could be a small little village by the seaside or whatever. He's very hardworking, does physical labor 24/7.

He's quite the man. Just ripe at his age, incredibly handsome and has that well-built body that has all the young ladies soiling their panties.

But Sunghoon doesn't pay them any mind. He simply doesn't care for their attention at all. And the girlies find him even hotter because of that, being an 'ice prince' and all.

But it's not like he doesn't want attention, it's just that he already has his eyes on a particular woman, named Y/N.

Ah, Y/N. Sunghoon's ultimate crush. You're older than him by years, and having been already married before he can even shoot his shot. Admittedly, he didn't stand a chance before. When you were still unmarried, he was but a lanky, squeaky-voiced little boy. A shy comparison to the man he is now.

For years, Sunghoon enjoyed looking at you from afar. Watching you do your usual house chores, your clothes all wet from sweat and laundry water as you hang clothes outside to dry. The thin fabric stuck close to your skin, making Sunghoon's mouth water at the sight. And once you've left, there he goes, sneaking up to your yard to steal your underwear.

You were the very first person Sunghoon had ever jerked off to. And up to this date, you still make up his wildest fantasies. Those pretty lips of yours that belongs around his cock, whimpering as you struggle taking him whole, bobbing your head up and down his length. You'd look at him through your eyelashes, sultry eyes glinting in pure seduction. He'd empty his load on your mouth, have you swallowing all of his remains. Sunghoon would shower you with his praises, about how good of a cumslut you are.

And then there's always those flowy dresses that you like to wear in which accentuated the exquisite curves that you hid underneath, Sunghoon always imagines how it would be like to just tear the fabric apart and ravish you like a wild beast. To have you writhing underneath him, screaming his name for all the townfolks to hear, begging him to never stop fucking you so good with his thick cock pushing you to your limits the way your husband never could.

Ah, your husband. The one who left you for some city whore. Sunghoon wanted to kill that man the moment he heard about the news. But at the same time he feels happy at the thought of you being single again. You're completely free now and your husband never gave you any children either. Nothing to hold Sunghoon back from claiming you now.

Sunghoon bets he can impregate you with just one try. He wants to fuck you so badly, have your little pussy dripping wet and fertile for him. To have you so full of him, eyes rolling back as he collects the cum that oozes from your slit using the tip of his cock and then pushing them back into your cunt, not wasting a single drop of his potent seed. He'll have you bearing his own child, tummy all round and full. The thought is just too much for Sunghoon as white threads of cum shots from his reddened cock and onto your underwear.

With shaky intakes of air, Sunghoon tried to catch his breath as he marvels at how intense his orgasm was. Without a single trace of regret, he hangs your cum-filled underwear back to where it was, whistling softly as he walks away to continue with his usual tasks.

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heeseung + handjob

the most angelic sounds left heeseung throat as he whines in pleasure. your hands could practically control him with the power you held. wrist twisting up, you bring your hand to his tip, rubbing circles as you see your boyfriends chest heave up and down. his back arches when you poke at his balls, running your smooth fingertips against them.

"fuck! you're so good, ( y/n )!" he pushes himself into your hand, and you take you hands away, slapping his red, aching cock. a breathy moan leaves heeseung's throat, not expecting to feel such a sensation from the impact. it felt so,, good? he wanted more. "please, please do that again, please." you decline his pleas, wanting to see him beg. but rather than doing what you were expecting, heeseung thrusts up into your hand again.

"stop being a bratty boy." you slap his cock, biting your lip in attempt to suppress the moans you wanted to let out. the sight itself had you dripping in your panties. "or what?" he teases, wanting to face your harshness.

"or you won't be cumming at all tonight."

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furryhoon · 2 years

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𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙖𝙧𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙙

genre: smut (18+)

cw: gn!reader, sunghoon x reader, established relationship, m. masturbation, recording/voyeurism, (slight mention of exhibitionism)

words: 948

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sunghoon props up his phone against the pillows on his bed and presses the record button. he adjusts himself to have his whole body in the frame and visible to the camera as he sits on his haunches at the foot of his bed.

he lets out a shaky sigh and fiddles with the hem of his shirt. he doesn’t have any underwear on and even through the video, you can make out the outline of his dick pressed slightly at the hem of his shirt.

“maybe if you could put on a show for me when i’m not around, i could reward you when i come back.”

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「 PINK RIBBONS 」 ♡ 제이크심 ᝰ

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WARNING(S) ⋆ dirty talking, bulge kink, bondage, impact play, nipple play, praise, degradation, explicit aftercare, jake has a pussy destroyer ✰ mc is afab (explicit mentions of breasts + sex)

SUMMARY ⋆ jake’s valentine’s gift is not only a box of chocolates

PAIRING | WC ⋆ boyfriend! jake x fem! reader ✰ ꒰ 1.2K ꒱

KRITI’S NOTE ⋆ happy (extremely bleated) valentine’s day, my loves! i hope everyone had an awesome day! ♥︎♥︎ this is a special fic for my slutty amiga @90juyz ＿|￣|○ te amo muchos mi bonita pooh! happy bleated one year! i hope by our two year anniversary we’ll be happy non-virgins xxx

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‘what are you thinking about?’ jake’s voice snapped you out of your trance, he was laying on his side observing you with amusement twinkling in his eyes.

‘hmm?’ you averted your attention from your phone to him. ‘i was just thinking if we should go out for dinner, it is valentine’s.’

‘or we could stay inside, i have my meal right here,’ he playfully teased, placing a hand on your bare thigh. you searched his eyes; revealing a new spark of desire . . . you mirrored it within a matter of seconds.

the effect your boyfriend had on you was downright shameful. even without verbally announcing it; you both wanted to have sex in that precise moment. you placed your phone on your nightstand as jake got up, now in a kneeling position next to you.

‘can we try something?’ curiosity got the better of you so you agreed, thinking he just wanted to try a new sex position or something along the lines of that.

you should’ve known better about the trouble jake had up his sleeve.

he motioned for you to lie on your back to which you obeyed, you wouldn’t have guessed that he wanted to tie you up. he retrieved a pink, silk ribbon from a drawer with delight on his face.

the sneaky fucker must’ve planned this.

jake towered over you, he held your wrists above your head and tied them to the headboard. ‘there, does it feel okay?’ he finished with a bow, leaning back and drinking in the helpless sight of you.

you responded with a hum, elation started to pulse in your veins. ‘yeah, it feels good,’ your voice rose in pitch when jake pressed his knee hard against your crotch, the pressure had you craving for more and you weren’t shy about it.

‘i need you, baby.’ you could already imagine the overwhelming sensations he’d bring you and his playful taunting. aw, have i fucked you dumb already? you’re so easy to please, [name]. fuck, are you cumming already? the scenarios were endless.

jake had his own filthy film playing in his head; [name] spread out and gasping for him, his cock ramming into her wet pussy, her cute moans egging him to go rougher and inflating his ego . . .

blood immediately rushed to his dick. a low growl resounded from his chest as he leaned down. face close to yours, his voice was edged with desperation, ‘you have no fucking idea what you to do me.’

he captured your lips in a few chaste kisses before they grew deeper. more hungry. jake took a quick breather for a few seconds and when your lips were parted for him, he licked the inside of your mouth before messily starting to suck on your tongue.

drawing breathy moans from your throat was jake’s favourite activity. his hands went to the hem of your thin shirt before he pulled it up, exposing your bare chest to the cool air. (jake couldn’t have been happier about the fact what you weren’t wearing a bra)

mouth still slotted with yours, he started to tweak and pinch your nipples before he finally pulled away again with ragged breaths. his eyes were hooded with lust as he gazed upon your sweet face, swollen lips and warmed cheeks.

‘you’re so pretty,’ jake’s voice was laced in adoration. he brushed kisses down the base of your neck before focusing on your right breast. ‘my princess,’ the words tickled your sensitive skin. he gently traced your nipples with his tongue before he started to suck, eliciting throaty moans from you.

he gave each breast the same attention, swirling his tongue and wetting the skin. his eyes were trained on you the whole time. arching your back, you craved for more. even though jake didn’t verbally announce it; he was so fucking turned on. he would’ve teased you more but his desperation to fuck you was getting too much.

after stretching you out with three fingers and pulling on a condom (alongside jake’s teasing about how wet you were and his plans to ruin you), he finally pushed himself in, filling you to the hilt and almost splitting your cunt in half.

you and jake haven’t had sex in a while, you missed his sheer size. he was massive, you felt him in your stomach and he knew it too.

jake lightly pressed his hand against your lower stomach. ‘you feel me here, baby? you’re taking me so well,’ the warmth of your walls enveloping his dick was a feeling jake couldn’t even explain. he hadn’t even moved yet he was already sent to another galaxy.

he started to get cocky, ‘i guess i need to fuck you into next week so this pussy knows who it belongs to. don’t you agree, [name]? i’m going to ruin this pretty pussy again,’ jake wasted no time in rolling his hips against yours.

he went at a steady pace at first before picking up speed and power. it wasn’t long ‘til the disgusting slap of his balls hitting your cunt filled the room.

you wanted to touch him, hold his muscular arms that were corded with veins and painted with tattoos. you wanted to card your fingers through his messy locks, gently tugging to earn grunts from him.

but in the end, wishing was the only thing you could’ve done.

jake observed your tits bounce; it was a delicious sight. he roughly grabbed your right breast, the cold sensations from his silver rings burned your hot skin. what jake did next took you by surprise; he slapped your left breast, his pace still hard. a surprised gasp spilled past your lips but the light pain made your head swim in euphoria.

you wanted more. and you must’ve said it out loud too because jake raised a brow, stroking his thumb over your left nipple.

‘oh? you liked that?’ he ghosted his fingertips over your left breast before slapping it harder. sudden worry wedged in his soul but when he seen your eyes roll back and an increase in the volume of your moans; he continued to speak absolute filth.

‘i bet you’ll fucking love it when i have you on your hands and knees. i’d have the glorious sight of your cute ass [name]. i bet it would look even prettier with my handprints, no?’

this can’t have been the same mouth that prayed to God and sang hymns at church.

jake knew what strings to pull and when. you hated but loved that aspect of him; he was so thoughtful and maybe a bit too observant. most of the time it was really heart-touching but right now?

jake sim had singlehandedly transformed you into a hot, begging mess. the mere thoughts of his hands on the curve of your ass and painting your skin with bruises had your head fuzzy and heart thudding with exhilaration against your chest.

‘you’d mark me up so good. i’d lay there all nice and pretty— fuck—’ jake brung a hand down in-between your hot bodies, stimulating your clit and bringing your orgasm closer to you.

‘fuck, yeah, you would. you’d be my pretty fuck-toy. i should buy more ribbon, pink really suits you.’ if there was one thing you learned about jake when it came to bedroom activities — it was the fact that he was physically incapable of being silent for more than five seconds.

you didn’t know whether it was because he liked exposing his thoughts to you to make you squirm in anticipation or he knew you had a thing for his glorious australian accent.

knowing jake, it was probably the latter . . . or maybe it was both.

‘you’re mine, mine, mine,’ jake chanted under his breath, now placing his palm against the headboard so he could drive himself deeper into you and to have you seeing stars.

he couldn’t wait for you to cum and then position you on your knees. drawing close before sloppily kissing you again, he let saliva paint your lips and drool down your chin. a mixture of moans and curses left your mouth and jake eagerly swallowed everything.

‘jaeyun. . . you feel so fucking good,’ the praise spurred him to fuck you harder, you could taste bliss on the top of your tongue. ‘i’m- i’m close,’ you choked out.

jake licked his lower lip, he enjoyed the sight of you moaning and bounded. ‘yeah? be a good girl and let it go for me,’ when your pussy started to pulse around him, a deep groan rattled his chest before he breathlessly started talking.

‘i love it when you cum on my dick, [name]. such a filthy girl,’ jake was close, a few more thrusts and he’d be letting go too.

but he didn’t want that yet.

so without warning, he pulled out of you, leaving your hole gaping and empty. he carefully flipped you onto your stomach, trying not to break you or the silk ribbon that was still miraculously intact.

jake was still rock hard and throbbing but he took a few deep breaths to calm himself so he can focus on you. a devilish smirk came across his lips as he fantasised more ways he was going to toy with you.

you were in for a long night.

─── 〄 ───

jake pressed a feathery kiss on your head, continuing to whisper sweet praises. ‘you did so good for me, [name]. if you’re not well by tomorrow i’ll take care of you, okay? i promise,’ a soft smile tugged at your lips, you snuggled further into his chest; relishing the warmth and this moment.

‘i love you, jake.’ there was nothing but sincerity in your voice. ‘thank you. i hope you know how much i appreciate you.’ oh, he did. he was so lucky to have someone special like you.

home was a person — and that person for you was jake sim.

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sensitive ♡ .

♡ pairing: sub!heeseung x dom!reader

♡ word count: 1.5k | smut

♡ contains: praise, overstimulation, begging, handjobs, riding (wrap your willy <3), marking, multiple orgasms, aftercare (let me know if i missed anything, pls ♡ )

♡ a/n: first enhypen fic, let me know if you like <3 !! enjoy :)

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morning bliss

sunghoon (enhypen) + reader (fem.)

fluff, non-idol!au, smut [ nsfw | mdni ]

established relationship, soft dom!sunghoon, fingering, marking, unprotected sex, very mild biting, reader is called “baby” and “princess”

a/n: this is just a fluffy, morning sex fic i wrote. enjoy!! also, this is my first time writing for hoon!! ^_^

~2.9K word count

posted: february 17, 2022

A coldness kissing your foot is what woke you the morning after Valentine’s day. Your eyes hadn’t opened yet, but you immediately felt your boyfriend’s body at your side. Your bodies close together created so much warmth under the covers, so you knew your foot must have gotten out from underneath them. You tucked it back under the sheets, rubbing it against your other foot to heat it up. Beside you Sunghoon shifted in his sleep, but only for a second.

You blinked your eyes open, noting that it was still somewhat dark in the bedroom you two shared. It must be right before sunrise, you thought, and with one glance at the clock on your nightstand, you confirmed that it was. It was 6:22 a.m. You had work at nine, and Sunghoon had the day off. You remembered calling him a lucky bastard last night. Because after such a nice, romantic evening with him, the last thing you wanted to think about was going to work the next day. You didn’t want to think about it now, so you turned to face your lover who was deep in slumber, his eyes shut. His lashes kissed his under eyes, and his seemingly perfect nose was upturned, looking worthy of being on a magazine cover. You resisted the urge to reach up and skim your fingertips over it. Instead, you continued to admire his features, including his cute lips that had the smallest gap between them as he breathed softly in and out of it. When the room was quiet enough you could hear the teeny-tiniest hint of a whistle coming from his mouth with each breath.

From his mouth, your eyes went down to his neck, which slopes down to his broad shoulders that you loved so much. Like his face, he had beautiful moles here and there, placed haphazardly over his skin. You loved kissing each and every one—and though he didn’t admit it, he loved when you did that. You examined the dips of his collarbones and his chest, his cute, pink nipples hard from the cool air of your room. The sheets started just above his belly button, keeping everything below there out of your sight, but you knew he was just as naked as you were.

After the lustful end to your Valentine’s Day, you both cleaned up and got ready for bed, not bothering to dress in your pajamas or even undergarments. This wasn’t uncommon as you often went to sleep either only in your underwear or completely nude. It felt more comfortable that way for the both of you, and Sunghoon definitely didn’t complain about seeing you naked every night. He only complained on mornings like this when he woke up shivering with goosebumps on his arms.

“If you take a picture it’ll last longer.”

Your eyes flitted from your boyfriend’s exposed torso to his face. His eyes opened slowly then looked over at you before a soft, teasing smile crept onto his lips, “Who said I wanted a picture?”

“I just assumed,” he shrugged, pulling the sheets up close to his shoulders to stop himself from shivering any longer, “You were admiring me for quite a while.”

“Was not. Besides, how would you know? Your eyes were closed.”

“I could just feel your beady little eyes feasting on me,” he expelled a breath of laughter from his nose, turning his head to face you better while he stayed laying on his back, “Sleep well?”

“Mhmm,” you nodded lazily, snuggling closer to him. You wedged your arm under his to intertwine it until you could comfortably hold his hand at his side.

“I bet you did after how good I fucked you last night,” he smirked, mostly to himself.

You scoffed, “Egotistical much?”

“Are you denying it?”

You paused, wanting to be bratty and tell him yes, but you were too tired to get into all that right now, “No.”

“That’s what I thought,” he leaned over to press a kiss to the crown of your head, “Work at nine, right?“

“Don’t remind me,” you groaned, “I don’t want to go.”

“Then don’t.”

You scoffed again, “I kind of need to. It’s a job, not school, Hoon.”

He shrugged, “I know. I would love it if you could stay right here with me all day, though.”

“Me too. Trust me,” you sighed, “We can lay in bed this weekend. Just a few more days ‘til then.”

A comfortable silence fell on you two as you enjoyed the quiet, early morning atmosphere. The sun was just barely starting to illuminate the bottom half of the windows on either side of your bed, but the room remained fairly dark. Only the brightly lit-up screen of your digital clock was casting the softest, faintest of glows on you. It was bright enough to outline most features, but not bright enough to be offensive to you who was trying to sleep at night. It was perfect.

“Last night was amazing,” Sunghoon blurted. He turned on his side, untangling your arms so he wouldn’t bend yours awkwardly. Instead, he got close enough to wrap his arm over your waist. He leaned down and pressed a soft kiss to your bare shoulder before resting his cheek against it.

“It was,” you agreed, then a sly smile formed on your lips as you thought of the perfect thing to say to rile him up, “You hadn’t fingered me in a while, I almost forgot how good you were with them. I missed it.”

Sunghoon’s brain short circuited for a second as he thought back to last night when the two of you fucked in this very bed. He had kicked off the night by fingering you—which, as you said, he hadn’t done for probably a week or two. He knew how much you loved it when he fingered you, but it just hadn’t crossed his mind lately. Now that he knew you missed it, he would be sure to make up for lost time.

“Did you, baby?”

“Mhm.”

“I’m sorry, I’ll make it up to you,” he spoke with a naughty tone. He’s scheming, you thought, and that was confirmed when his fingertips started to swirl lightly over the exposed skin of your tummy.

“You will?”

“Of course,” he kissed your shoulder again, “Only if you behave, though.”

You shivered under his touch as he kissed your neck and his fingers trailed lower, below your belly button.

“You can do that, can’t you?”

“Yes,” you whispered. You nodded a couple times before your head sunk further into the pillow as you felt his fingertips ghosting over your outer labia, tickling the most sensitive skin on your body. Your thighs squirmed from the teasing.

“Stay still, baby. Be patient,” he instructed you, breath fanning over your jaw before he pressed a kiss to it.

You couldn’t think straight enough to respond, but your legs rested back against the mattress. He smiled a little bit, loving how good you were. You could be a brat sometimes—and those times were fun—but he also loved having his obedient girl in the palm of his hands.

Sunghoon’s fingers started to rub you, dipping between your folds to stimulate your inner labia and get your juices flowing. The two of you had been together for a long time, so he knew your body almost as well as his own. He knew it wouldn’t take too long for you to get wet, but you also couldn’t be late for work, so he couldn’t take as much time with you as he wanted.

He brought his hand up to his mouth where he collected some saliva on his tongue. He coated his index and middle fingertips with the fluid and returned it between your legs. You let out a soft breath, eyes closing as he started to draw small circles around your clit. After a few swirls he dipped his fingers along your slit, then brought them back to your clit again.

“How’s that, baby?” his voice was so close to your ear, and you realized his lips were ghosting over your neck. He pressed small kisses to the skin there while he waited for your response.

“Good, Hoon,” you answered, a short moan escaping your mouth.

He snickered, quickening his pace on your sensitive button, watching the way your breasts heaved up and down with deep breaths. You were so easy to work up. His lips kissed your neck again, then your shoulder.

“Ready for my fingers?” he asked, though he already knew his answer. You were close, and you were wet enough to take him. So he pulled off your clit, earning a disappointed whine from you which made him smirk. His hand moved from your pubic area up your tummy and chest until it reached your jaw. He carefully grabbed your chin and turned it towards him so he could kiss you properly. His tongue massaged yours effortlessly, pulling a moan from you that had him smiling into the kiss. Adorable, he thought.

The two of you made out for a minute until you grew antsy again, thighs pushing together for friction. Sunghoon noticed, but instead of reprimanding you for it he decided to take mercy on you. So he put his hand back to your core, sliding his two fingers between your folds to get them—and your pussy—wet all over. He gently nudged his fingertips into your hole, lips turning up at the corner when you whimpered. He slowly started to fill you up, stopping when his third knuckles were pressing against your skin. Your wet, tight walls were snug around his fingers.

“You’re okay, right, baby?” he asked you.

“M’okay,” you assured him, free hand holding loosely onto the sheets at your side.

“Good. Let me know if you wanna stop.”

You didn’t respond, too focused on his fingers that were starting to pull out of you. He stopped when his fingertips were the only things still in you before thrusting them slowly back in again. He kept that same, slow pace at first, warming you up. Then he gradually got faster and deeper, crooking his finger with every other thrust to get you moaning for him. You were growing more and more wet as he went on, your liquid starting to cover his knuckles and drip onto his palm. He loved feeling you like this and hearing your pretty noises knowing he was the reason for all of it.

His fingers started plunging into you faster and deeper, and he eventually felt that familiar spot that made you weak in the knees. He focused on touching it with every thrust, his fang-like teeth showing as he smiled. While his hand worked between your thighs, his lips worked on your neck. He kissed and licked and sucked on the sensitive skin below your jaw, leaving marks.

“Mmm,” you moaned, feeling yourself about to release.

“You’re close already, huh? From just my fingers?” he mocked you, finding it cute that he could get you like this so quickly from just his hand, “You wanna cum on them?”

“Please,” you whined, thighs pressing together, trapping his wrist between them.

“Open,” he demanded gently, lips brushing against your ear. You immediately spread your thighs again, and you got a kiss on the cheek as a reward, “Cum when you’re ready, baby. I’ve got you.”

His fingers were at a steady pace now, not too slow or too fast, but just right. He even added his thumb to the mix, rubbing it through your wetness before drawing circles on your clit messily with each thrust of his fingers. As you unraveled into a groaning, twitching, heavy-breathing mess, he continued to mark the base of your neck where it met your shoulder.

“I’m cumming,” you whispered in agony, hips bucking up into his hand as your orgasm overtook you. Your skin felt warm, and your thighs were slick from your arousal. Sunghoon pulled his soaked fingers from your heat, dragging them up the center of your body, leaving a light trail of your essence on the skin. Once his fingers reached your neck, he delicately wrapped them around your throat, not applying any pressure but rather just holding you where he wanted you. Then his lips captured yours in a tender, heated kiss. His tongue danced with yours between parted lips, waltzing freely as soft moans slipped in between. When he pulled away, his hand went from your neck to your waist, tilting it towards his body so that you were facing one another.

“Think we can get some in before you have to get ready?”

You smiled, “Only if you promise to shower with me after.”

“Promise,” he agreed, sealing the deal with another chaste kiss.

He tilted his own hips to align with yours, getting close enough to you so that when he slipped into you there would be no space left. He wanted you to feel every inch of him. So, his hand went to your ass cheek, fingertips digging into the plump flesh as he inserted himself. You were so wet and tight that you practically sucked him in, and he was reeling in euphoria because of it.

“Fuck,” you moaned, burying your face into his neck as your fingers gripped his bicep.

He chuckled humorlessly, but it trailed into a deep, wanton groan. His hand slipped from your ass to your thigh, pulling your leg up to his hip so he could thrust into you easily. Once he decided the position was good enough, he started rocking his hips, filling you up with each movement. You couldn’t do anything but enjoy it, wrapping you arm around his shoulder as you whined into his neck how good he felt.

“Yeah? Am I filling you up nicely, princess?”

You whimpered a pathetic ‘yes’ in response, so he kept going, building up to a slightly faster pace. Over your shoulder he could see the clock reading 6:47 a.m. He was doing good on time so far.

You started to roll your hips towards his with each of his thrusts. You began clenching around him because he just felt so good you couldn’t resist. That had him groaning and digging his fingernails into the plush skin of your thigh.

“Fuck, you’re so tight,” his voice shook in your ear as you held him close to you, your breasts squished against his chest, “Did I not fuck you good enough last night?”

“You did!” you spoke breathlessly, “I’m just so needy, Hoon.”

“All for me, right, baby?”

“All for you- Shit,” your hips stuttered as he hit your g-spot with a harsh thrust. You were getting close, you could feel it—and so could he.

“I want you to cum for me again,” he kissed your temple, “Alright?”

“Mhm,” you nodded, kissing his neck as both of your hips moved faster. He thrusted into you so precisely while you met him with a deliberate arch in your back. This angle had him filling you so perfectly that you were practically drooling. You concentrated on the way his long, thick, veiny cock rubbed against the tight walls of your pussy. That, on top of his grunts in your ear, was enough to push you over the edge, “I’m gonna cum.”

“Go ahead, baby.”

Your thigh shifted further up his hip as you came, wanting to get impossibly close to him. Your insides throbbed insanely fast. You bit his neck gently and moaned while you released, making his pride swell times ten. Within seconds he was cumming, too, grunting out the first swear word he thought of while he gripped your waist. You felt his cum filling you, making you feel even more soaked than before. Even after the both of you orgasmed, Sunghoon softly rocked your hips against his, slower this time. When he felt you two were finished, he stopped, trying to regain a normal breathing pattern.

He smiled when he realized your arm was still wrapped around his neck in a hug and your lips were still pressed against the side of his throat. He rubbed his hand up and down your bare back, pressing kisses to your forehead, “How’s my baby feeling?”

“M’okay,” you mumbled, making his heart flutter.

“Good,” he sighed in content, closing his eyes for a moment to enjoy the feeling of your warmth consuming him—in more ways than one.

“I have to get ready for work.”

Those were the last seven words he wanted to hear right now.

“I know,” he said sadly, a slight pout to his lower lip.

“You promised to take a shower with me.”

He sighed again, this time in a joking manner.

“You promised,” you emphasized. He had no intentions of not showering with you, but he was so physically exhausted.

“I know, baby, I will. Let’s just . . . let’s just wait a few more minutes first, hm?”

His arm wrapped around your waist tightly as he snuggled closer to you—if that was even possible.

“Okay,” you succumbed to his touch, reveling in the tender way he cuddled you. You lived for moments like this with Sunghoon. Where you could abandon any worries or thoughts and just let him guide you. You cherished him. And he adored you. He really wished you didn’t have work in two hours. He’d much rather spend his entire day like this; wrapped up in the beautiful embrace of you.

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