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Bodyguard Epilogue: Making Choices and Memories - Yeoreum, Eunseo

"Oppa, do you know what day it is today?"

There it is, the scariest question Eunseo has ever asked, far beyond "Which dress do you like?", "What should we get for dinner?", or "What are you thinking about?"

"Uh… Tuesday?"

"You know that's not what I mean!"

"I know it's not your birthday," you start with, making sure Eunseo knows you know her birthday. You get a peck for your knowledge.

"Mwah, correct."

"It's not my birthday, you know that right?" You don't get a kiss for that, and she pokes you on the cheek.

"Of course! I expect you to know your own birthday at least."

"Hmm, 100 days? When did we start dating?" Eunseo shrugs, it was a question you two never figured out. Officially it was when she moved in with you, but realistically it was probably at some point while you were still her bodyguard—neither of you spent time around anyone else other than each other really.

"No, it is exactly 2 years since we first met! Do you still remember where we met?"

"Uhh, your place? It was in your mansion— I mean umm, old house." You hesitate for a moment, afraid to bring up bad memories, but Eunseo comforts you.

"It's okay, we had some good memories there too. Do you remember what we did?"

"You and Yeoreum tricked me into rescuing you, and you were all tied up."

"And?" Eunseo pulls your arms around her.

"It was a lie, the two of you wanted to have fun instead."

"No." Eunseo looks up at you lovingly. "You did rescue me, I'm here now." You lean in and do the only thing you want to do.

"Mwah, I'm glad you're here."

"Me too, but more importantly, you fucked Yeoreum's brains out."

"And yours, and mine."

"Yes yes, but only Yeoreum doesn't have much recollection of that night. We're going to correct that." You freeze around Eunseo.

"You umm, you recorded that night?"

"No but I should have, now that you mention it. Anyways, grab your stuff, we're going somewhere."

"What?" Eunseo pushes you to your room.

"Get dressed! We have somewhere to be."

You shoot many questioning looks at Eunseo on the taxi ride to some hotel she told the driver, but she refuses to elaborate further. You're extra puzzled as she skips the concierge and brings you straight to the penthouse suite of the hotel.

"What are we doing here?"

"Yeoreum doesn't have much recollection of that night, so..." She opens the door to the bedroom of the suite. In the middle sits Yeoreum, bound up, gagged, and blindfolded. "We're going to relive it."

"Mmm! Mmmmm!" Yeoreum hears the door open and immediately starts struggling, trying to shout through the gag. You hurriedly pull Eunseo away from the room and whisper to her urgently.

"Yeoreum knows you're doing this right? Why does it sound like you just kidnapped her here?" Eunseo raps you on the head.

"Pabo! Of course, she's my closest friend!" She comforts and arouses you by running a hand up your chest. "She paid for this suite, she knows we're coming, she doesn't know how you're going to do things, but it seems like she wants a bit of roleplay, she put on her fanciest bodyguard suit." You turn back to face Yeoreum, still again—she is dressed in her nicest suit, a few buttons left delectably open on her shirt.

"You're absolutely sure about this?"

"Yes, she agreed to this!"

"No, I mean, you're fine with me, doing... things with her?"

"You're too sweet, but yes, as for recording—" Eunseo sets up a video call with you and then props your phone on the desk. She has her screen set to record, and you see that you're sending her a perfect view of Yeoreum and the bed behind her. "All set, indulge her, indulge in her, and fuck her silly, she can watch the recording to remember after. I'll be in the next room watching and touching myself."

"You don't want to be 'part of the proceedings'?"

"Maybe later, it would be unfair to Yeoreum if I jump you right now and she has to listen to us fuck like rabbits without getting any action."

"That's what happened to you," you remind her.

"And it got me so fucking wet, but that's for later, no rush! For now go fuck Yeoreum like you want to!"

"Wait I don't want to fuck—"

"No no no no, no more talking, go do it!" She glares at you, and you have no choice.

"Fine. Love you Juyeon."

"Love you too silly, now go fuck Yeoreum, or else." With Eunseo's order you let her go with a parting kiss. You take a deep breath, step through the door, and close it behind you.

"How nice of you to join us, Agent Lee."

Yeoreum tenses when the door closed, and now she tenses up even further when she hears your voice—not in fear, but in arousal. She struggles to make words through the gag, and you pull it off her.

"Fuck you, let me go you disgusting pig!" You immediately put the gag back on.

"Language agent." Yeoreum's head is pulled back tightly against your abdomen as you yank the gag mercilessly. "Are you going to behave?" Yeoreum gets even wetter at your commanding tone, leaking from both lips. She nods, gasping a sound of assent as you relax it briefly.

"Good." You look around to take in the surroundings as you give Yeoreum a second to catch her breath. You are surprised to find a knife on the dresser—a similar, if not the same, knife you had used to cut up Eunseo's dress two years ago. Yeoreum really had come prepared.

"I see you brought a knife Agent Lee, very dangerous."

"T-To cut your dick off!" she shouts back, and you merely laugh.

"Please Agent Lee, there are other ways to have my cock if you want it." Yeoreum blushes at your words and she opens her mouth to say something, but then closes it again. For once she doesn't have a retort, so you pick up the knife and weigh it in your hands.

Yeoreum shivers as the cold metal of the blade taps against her cheeks. And her fingers curl tightly into fists. She wanted this, but also she's actually a little scared, that you'd mess up and actually cut her.

"You're so pretty Agent Lee, I would hate to ruin your face, it'd be so easy. Just, woops!" You brush a fingernail over her cheek, but to Yeoreum it might as well be a blade, and she shouts in alarm. You latch your lips to her neck and suck harshly, and Yeoreum moans in surprise.

"Or, with one slice, I could just kill you right here and now," you say dangerously, tracing a finger over where you left the hickey. "Just cut you right here..."

"No! Don't touch me! Let me go!" You oblige Yeoreum and cut the binds on her wrists.

"What are you—" The rest of Yeoreum's sentence is choked out by your hand on her throat. Your warm breath by her ear might as well be on her pussy as she squirms in her seat.

"Yeoreum, you are free to let yourself go and boogie on out of here." A chill runs down her spine as she remembers the safeword she gave Eunseo two years ago. Your voice drops even lower. "It doesn't have to be this extreme if you don't want it to be." Yeoreum bites her lower lip—you're offering her a way out! Did she want one though?

"But if you don't, you know what I can do." It is both a threat and a promise. "I won't be gentle."

That is all Yeoreum needed. She releases her lipbite, tongue flicking over her teethmarks. She draws a deep breath, but says no more, staying in place, not even bringing her hands from behind the chair. That is the sign you needed. Harshly you tug on her jacket, pulling it past her shoulders. You hear a tear in her expensive jacket, but you don't care.

"Ah!" Cold steel touches Yeoreum's chest, just below her neck.

"Don't move." With a swift slice you cut the rest of the buttons on her shirt off, and it flutters open, a thin black line the only sight of her bra, for now. You take a moment to just stand in front of Yeoreum and admire her. Even blindfolded she looked pretty, her nose slightly red from the cold hotel room, her lips a shade redder than that. You bring a thumb to her lip, and the sudden gentleness catches her by surprise. Her warm breath is shaky on your thumb, and you feel a flick of her tongue as you apply pressure—a sign she wanted more.

"Nice lipstick, you wear that on special occasions?"

"None of your business!"

"I guessed right." You pull her shirt to one side, and you take in her bra—black, with the right amount of fabric to hover between sexy and daily wear.

"Lingerie too, planning on some after work action, Agent Lee?"

"Fuck you!"

"That comes later." You work on her pants, and Yeoreum doesn't struggle.

"Matching panties even, someone is getting lucky, or was. Looks like that's me now."

"Let me go!" She struggles admirably in her role, making sure to keep her arms behind her back, as if they were still bound. A mere finger on her midriff is enough to cause her to hold back a moan, and you manage to pull her pants down to her knees as she jerks and subtly lifts her hips to help you.

Yeoreum holds back another moan as you places a hand on her thigh and squeeze it. She's blindfolded, and yet she's seeing stars already when you touch her. Her deprived sight causes her sense of touch to be extra sensitive, and she feels your movements all around her, raising goosebumps all over her body.

"Ah!" She squeals as you press the flat blade of the knife against her chest, and with a swift flick you cut the middle of her bra. With a fierce tug Yeoreum feels her top stripped off her, and now she's bare in front of you.

"Don't move." Yeoreum can't see the smirk on your face, but she definitely feels your intentions a moment later.

"Ahhhh!" Yeoreum shouts again as you this time press the flat blade to a nipple. You pinch both after, delighting that both are stiffer than before. Her mind is swirling now, slowly losing track of the situation as you press the knife over her exposed skin. She tries not to jerk and twitch every time, but the steel is so cold against her flushed hot body, she can't help but move. The dangerous temperature play thrills her, doubly so as you tap the blade down her body.

"Mmm, mmph!" She suppresses her urge to scream as you bring the blade to her thighs, sliding it over her smooth skin. The margins are thin—any deeper and you would be leaving cuts all over her. You tug on her panties, and Yeoreum automatically lifts her hips again, but rather than taking it off, you cut it down the middle and peel it apart, ruining the already-ruined underwear and revealing her dripping heat.

"Glad to see you keep things neat down there Agent Lee, and here I thought I would have to give you a close shave." She shouts again as you place the dull side of the knife on her midline. "Now don't move, I don't want to gut you like a fish."

You trace the dull blade down her body and it leaves a mark on her, but not even close to breaking skin. To Yeoreum though, she's so overstimulated that it feels sharper than a needle. She holds her breath, trying to keep herself still as you continue dragging it across her body. Her hands finally break from her self-imposed "binds", and she grips the chair hard, bracing herself against it.

Behind the blindfold Yeoreum shuts her eyes tightly as you bring it over her bellybutton and go lower. The knife suddenly lifts once it passes her hipline, and Yeoreum takes multiple deep breaths, relieved at your stop. Her pants are properly removed, and the bindings around her ankles are cut—you must be moving on to fucking her! Yeoreum allows herself to relax, but a shout escapes her as you suddenly touch the knife against her thighs, and she inadvertently opens her legs best she can, trying to avoid the blade.

"I'm going to put this on your clit, and you better not move Agent Lee, I would hate to ruin you."

Fuck, there's no way she could not move, she was so sensitive! Yeoreum is gripped by terrifying indecision—she didn't want you to stop, but she's afraid! Her thoughts are interrupted by the blade right below her bellybutton, slowly drifting further down. She's breathing heavier now, the blood flowing both to her head and between her legs.

No no no no wait wait wait wait!

You could have killed Yeoreum with a slice earlier, and now you ruin her with a touch.

On her clit.

"Nngh..."

With your thumb.

"AHHHHHHHH!" Yeoreum shrieks and explodes in orgasm, squirting powerfully on to the floor. A mix of pleasure and relief floods her body, and she's unable to stop the rush of juices leaking out of her.

"That's it Yeoreum, cum as hard as you want, as much as you want."

You're not sure if she can even hear you right now, but her shrieks go higher in pitch, and two gushes of juice spray on to the floor as you continue to rub her clit imperiously.

"Mmmmmph!" Yeoreum tears up behind the blindfold as she continues to orgasm, grunting as you finally slip fingers into her. All the buildup, all the tension, all the fear—it was all foreplay, and it's all leaking out of her now in an exhilarating multi-orgasm bomb. She's crying, she's sweating, she's squirting; A little white fluid coats your digits sliding in and out of her pussy—Yeoreum's a creaming mess for you.

Your fingers are the only thing working properly inside her as all the sensations from before—the cold steel, the sharp edge, your warm whispers, your rough treatment—toss Yeoreum's senses around like a toy. Her muscles seize and tense and twitch erratically, and she grabs your arm for support, feeling you flex your own muscles as you finger her firmly.

"Mmmmm!" She grinds a shriek from her ruined vocal cords as you rub her g-spot, and Yeoreum's in danger of breaking your skin as she digs her nails into your arm. She climaxes one more time with a sob and a small stream of juice, and finally you release her from the tortuous pleasure.

Yeoreum feels like she's floating as she eventually comes back from the orgasm, but no, it's just you scooping her up and carrying her to bed. She squints as the blindfold is removed, the dim bedroom light already too much for her.

"Agent Lee." She turns to her side and sees you naked, stiff and ready. Unconsciously she licks her lips, even as she pretends to resist your hands pinning her own arms. "I gather you had a pleasurable time earlier, now for me to get mine."

"No, don't! Don't—"

"Yeoreum?" You pause right before you enter her, and her name is all you can manage to whisper out. She gives you the smallest of nods, looking down at your rigid shaft, ready to disappear into her.

"Fuck!" you moan as you bury yourself in her with a single thrust. Yeoreum is tight in every sense of the word, and she suffocates your cock immediately, pressing on it in all directions.

"Don't, don't—" You interrupt her with a trial thrust, cutting off her breath immediately. Her legs wrap around your hips, as if to stop you from moving further. You look her in the eye, and she licks her lips again.

"Don't pull out."

Yeoreum cries out loudly as you break her leglock around you, pulling back and slamming into her with a thigh-rippling thrust. Each is punctuated with a wail of pleasure from her as you aim to drive her to another high.

"Fucking hell Agent Lee, you're so tight!" You kiss her demandingly, and Yeoreum's too far gone to play her role, and she returns it with equal furor. "You need to get fucked more, and I'm going to do exactly that." The gaze she returns you is challenging, defiant, egging you on to keep your word.

You hook her knees under your arms, and you grab her wrists with your hands, rendering Yeoreum completely immobile. She could easily break out of it as you have little grip in the position, but your hips have the most strength in this contest as you pound her into the bed.

"FUCK ME!" All she can do is scream as you shove her over the edge multiple times, making her sore muscles contract around you again and again. Only when she has finally screamed herself hoarse do you chase your own peak.

Yeoreum looks back at you as you push her on to all fours, but you immediately push her head to the bed, into the soaked sheets, into the mess you made her make.

"Down Agent Lee." She bites down on the sheets as you enter her from behind, and soon she's grunting in rhythm as you get back to fucking her. Yeoreum feels your grip on her hair tighten, your cock throbbing in her—her pussy manages to massage your shaft just right, and you reward her with your load.

"Take it Agent Lee, fucking take it!" You press your hips flush against Yeoreum's, and she let's out a low groan as you blast her walls with cum. Toying with her definitely turned you on, and your seed flows thick and fast into her well-fucked but still-tight pussy.

Yeoreum's body tenses as you fill her with heat, and only when you run a hand appreciatively over her lower back does she relax, thinking the session is over. But you had one last orgasm for her.

"Damn what a good toy you are Agent Lee, and now to clean my toy."

"No, wait—" She yelps as you plunge two fingers into her cum-filled hole and start fingering her, digging your load out roughly. She reaches out a hand to stop you, but it falls to the bed when you stimulate her g-spot rapidly.

"I can't, I'm gonna cum again!"

"Yes you can, and yes you are!" With a strangled cry Yeoreum reaches her last climax, pushing out a whitish mix of slick and cum as you make her "wash" your load out. When you are satisfied with her cleanliness you gently push her, and Yeoreum topples over on her side, completely out of it.

As you turn the recording off Eunseo bursts into the room, and she's immediately devouring your lips in a kiss.

"Oh my fucking god you monster. Did you do that to me too?"

"Yeah, it was hot doing it to you too."

"Fuck, why didn't we think to film that time?" Eunseo bemoans her own lack of insight two years ago.

"Yeah, you should have, you were hot."

"Were?"

"Are," you quickly correct yourself.

"Are you gonna show me how hot?"

"In a little bit." You pull Eunseo close and leave a mark on her neck before whispering in her ear. "Why don't you take a shower first while I take care of Yeoreum for the night, and then I'll come show you just how hot you are." Eunseo leaves the room after a passionate kiss, her hips swaying just that little bit more and giving you a wink before she closes the door.

You scoop Yeoreum up in your arms again, and you almost drop her when she throws her hands around your neck, pulling your head down to her.

"Yeoreum?"

"Thank you," she rasps, sounding tired and weak.

"Of course, was it too much?" She shakes her head.

"Almost." You have her sit down in the shower as you rinse her with water, gently scrubbing her with soap and shampoo. She eventually gains enough strength to stand up, and with your help washes herself clean. You wrap her in a bathrobe and her hair in a towel, and you quickly tuck Yeoreum into the clean side of the bed.

"Thanks... Go to Eunseo," she mumbles as she easily falls asleep.

You throw on a bathrobe and go the second bedroom of the suite, and you're greeted by Yeoreum's whines and wails.

"How does it look?" you ask Eunseo, who's watching the recording.

"Hot, so hot..."

"Did you touch yourself earlier?"

"Of course, but, I didn't cum," Eunseo looks at you expectantly.

"Guess it wasn't hot enough, be right back." You peck her and dash into the bathroom for a quick shower. You come out to find Eunseo under the sheets—the bathrobe at the foot of the bed let's you know that she's naked underneath. You sidle in next to her and turn off the recording she's still watching.

"Surprised you didn't join us."

"Hmm? It was so hot, I forgot all about that halfway through."

"For the record, I don’t want to fuck Yeoreum," you murmur, burying your face into her neck.

"Babe please, everyone wants to fuck Yeoreum. I've had more sex with Yeoreum than with you, I know she's dynamite in bed, it's okay to want to."

"Not me— Wait, more sex with Yeoreum than with me?" Eunseo blinks and nods. "Even after all the sex we've had?"

"Even after all the sex we've had." Eunseo stares at your disbelieving expression and shrugs. "We were young and horny, so yeah."

"How far am I from catching up?"

"Somewhat? But there's no rush, we have the rest of our lives together to catch up," Eunseo turns to you, her bare leg rubbing against yours. "Now fuck me my love." You slip out of your bathrobe and grab Eunseo's leg, wrapping it around your hip. Her large eyes briefly flutter as you enter her, and her lips part in a soft moan. The two of you groan as Eunseo forcefully hooks you closer to her.

"Fuck, thank god Yeoreum chose you that night."

"Hm?"

"The first night we met, imagine if she picked someone else."

"I don't want to, you're all that I want."

"Yeah, I'd be missing out on all this good cock." You shake in laughter, sending small bolts of pleasure up your bodies.

"You really need to cum don't you?"

"Just shut up and make me cum already!" You roll on top of her, and in a moment Eunseo's grabbing the back of your head, her legs wrapped around you, urging you to drive deep into her. "Fuck yes, give me that, fuck fuck fuck!" The heavenly filth that spews out of Eunseo's lust-crazy mind makes you up your pace, your bodies clapping together loudly.

"Fuck me just like that, keep going, I want to cum on your cock!" You follow her command and hold the rhythm, steadily driving her up the cliff before she abruptly falls off the edge and into climax. There is a sharp sting as Eunseo leaves a dark hickey on your neck, shouting into you as she orgasms. Her entire body clings on to you, and you grunt at her pussy contracting and milking you, her heat immediately warmer and wetter. Surprisingly it takes a long while for her to work through her peak, and you hold still and bear her pressure around your shaft until she finally sighs and whimpers.

"I shouldn't have edged myself like that, mmmm..."

"More?"

"Yes please, but I want to be on top." You end up sitting up, Eunseo still wrapped around you in your lap. "God Yeoreum really made the right choice."

"I thought you got the horny out of you?"

"No I'm serious, I'm glad she chose you."

"No, you chose me, that could have been a random fling, you could have walked away at any time. Instead you gave up everything you had for me. So you chose me, not her." You brush her blushing cheeks with a thumb and bring her in for a kiss. "I love you Juyeon."

"I love you more. I would choose you again and again and again." Eunseo starts riding you, her lips pressed against yours as she brings her hips up and down on you. She compresses and tightens around you frequently, either intentionally or in her own small peaks, and soon you have to mutter.

"I'm close Juyeon."

"I've been close oppa, I'll go with you."

"Just a little bit more then." Eunseo nods and really puts her hips into it, throwing herself back and forth and bouncing on you. Her eyes grow wide and wild as she chases her own peak, knowing you are right there with her.

"So close, so close!"

"Me— Nngh!" You grab her by the hips, pulling her firmly into your lap. Holding her in place you shoot your load into her, splashing it against her walls. Eunseo follows closely behind you, crying out loud in pleasure as she feels your pulsing bursts of cum all the way up her spine. She scrambles to cling to you, and you're pushed into her chest as she grinds her own orgasm on top of you, moaning decandently as you push the last few spurts into her.

"Love you oppa."

"Love you Juyeon." You cup her face and wipe the small tear gathering on her eyes. "I chose you, and I'll choose you no matter what." Eunseo nods and snuggles into your chest.

Two weeks later

"Hi oppa!"

"Hey!" you greet Eunseo with a kiss. "Good to see you Yeoreum."

"You too, dunno why Eunseo had to drag me here."

"Oh you know, just wanted a coffee, and oppa happened to be here." Yeoreum rolls her eyes at Eunseo's weak lie. "Can you get us coffees? The usual."

"Sure, you want any?" Yeoreum asks, and you hold up your already ordered coffee in reply. She walks away to order for herself and Eunseo, and hurriedly your fiancé whispers to you.

"Did you bring it?"

"Yes yes, here." From behind the chair you pull out two large shopping bags, and Eunseo nods and pecks you on the cheek.

Yeoreum comes back with the order and sits down opposite you and Eunseo, confused.

"What's this?" You put the coffee to a side and push your bag in front of her.

"It's for you. I umm, damaged your suit last time we met, so consider it compensation for that." Yeoreum blushes at the memory, but gratefully accepts the bag and examines it briefly. Her eyes widen at the brand label of the suit.

"Whoa, you should return this, my suit was way cheaper than that. I can't wear this at work!"

"Ah, it's not quite for work, sorry about that. But it is for you."

"And so is this!" Eunseo pushes her shopping bag towards Yeoreum, and her eyes well up with tears as she realizes what's in Eunseo's bag. Both of you slide an invitation to her.

"Would you be my best woman?" "Would you be my maid of honor?"

"You fuckers," Yeoreum sniffles and stands up, turning away from the two of you. She fans herself with her hands before finally sitting back down. Her makeup is running a little, but the smile on her face does more for her than any makeup she could have.

"I want to be both, you guys need to have two fucking weddings."

A/N: Using an epilogue as an excuse to write some Yeoreum and Eunseo XD sorta a “revisit” of the first time they met in chapter 2, with more of a focus on Yeoreum this time. Thanks for reading!

#smut #yeoreum #eunseo #wjsn

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airaibunny · 10 months

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WJSN(Cosmic Girls, 우주소녀)

seola-

xuan yi-

bona-

exy-

soobin-

luda-

dawon-

eunseo-

cheng xiao-

mei qi-

yeoreum-

dayoung-

yeonjung-

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ja3yun · 5 months

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The Sun That Always Burns | S.JY Finale

sim jaeyun x afab!reader

warnings: smut (mdni), oral (f rec.), pussy slapping, multiple orgasms, unprotected sex, pet names, dirty talk, i think thats the main stuff, ynjake are so fucking cute so, fluff, reconnection.

wc: 8.7k

synopsis: you and jake's high school relationship blossomed into a romance filled with hope and promise. However, as time went on, jake's long-term expectations began to weigh heavily on you, who struggled to meet them. your paths eventually lead you in separate directions, each experiencing different aspects of life and ultimately moving on from your past love. unexpectedly, fate intervened and you both reunite after years apart. the reunion allows you to rediscover your feelings for each other but also forces you to navigate the complexities of your past and present.

a/n: it's officially over :( i just want to say thank you to everyone who read the series, left comments, and likes! i hope the ending was what you wanted it to be. see you for the sunghoon series!

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Irony is a funny thing. So is deja vu. As you sit on a train heading home you can’t help but take in your surroundings and laugh at how you have found yourself running away from Jaeyun once again. You find it harder to convince yourself this is the right choice this time, nonetheless. Eunseo is right, you can’t take Jaeyun from Yeoreum. It’s selfish for you to walk in, raise hell, and get your happily ever after, leaving a trail of destruction behind you. You have already caused so much pain and confusion.

Parts of you know it isn’t your fault, you didn’t know he was going to be there getting married. You did, however, have the opportunity to come clean, to disappear into the wind once again and let them live their happy life, yet you didn’t. Why?

Selfishness? Ignorance? Love.

It was all for love. You and Jaeyun’s souls are bound by a connection greater than anyone can fathom and as soon as they found their way back to one another you couldn’t stop them from stitching back together, from loving each other. That’s why it feels like dying as you let him go. Just like the first time.

Looking out the train window you see the outskirts of the city you once lived in. It had been a long time since you stepped foot back home and to say you were nervous would be a massive understatement. Pieces of you are scattered around the city, memories of you from a lifetime before. Recollections of your past started to fade the more you were in Pyeongchang, largely due to the fact that you didn’t speak a word of your past to anyone for 4 years.

Your mind drifts to your mum and dad. Mr. Sim said they had a hard time and that upsets you. In a way, you wish you could go back in time and just tell them not to tell Jaeyun where you were so you could keep your relationship with your parents alight. You have a lot of regrets about that day.

Stepping off the train you smell the same caramelised nuts from when you were a teenager.

When you walked up to the Son family house, it was big, like a mansion. Nothing like your childhood home you were briskly walking up to right now. Carting your bag up the driveway your mouth goes moist, like you’re going to vomit any minute. If you were being honest with yourself you would admit that the anxiety you’re feeling seeing your parents again was overwhelming. If you didn’t know your body you would genuinely believe you might die.

Tentatively, you raise your hand to the bell, waiting to muster up the courage to press the button. “It’s just your parents, they won’t hate you.” Your voice is barely above a whisper as you convince yourself to push the button.

The ding-dong from the doorbell shoots fear straight through your chest. What if they slam the door in your face? What if they shout and scream at you? You feel like a kid again who is terrified of their parents scolding them for doing something naughty. Guess it doesn’t matter what age you are, 13 or 23, you’ll always be scared of your mum and dad.

A gust of wind hits your face as the door swings open. Your mum. Your beautiful mum. She was right in front of you and suddenly your throat closed and your tear ducts filled.

“Y-Y/N? Sweetheart?” Her mouth hangs open as she whispers out your name, scared that if she says it too loud you’ll vanish from her. You don’t move and neither does she.

During this time you look at how she’s aged so gracefully, crow's feet that were slight are now deeper, her forehead is adorned with new wrinkles, and her laugh lines are starting to appear. Your mum didn’t just miss you growing up, you missed her growing up too.

The wind blows around you and it pulls you both out of your trance.

“Hi, mum.” You wave nervously, your voice cracking, “How ha-”

Pulling you into her she hugs you tight, her arms squeezing around your neck as she takes in your scent. She can’t believe her baby is right in front of her. There is an astronomical amount of comfort in her hug, but she might squeeze you to death if she grips on any longer. “Mum…too tight.” Laughing slightly as you shed a tear.

“Sorry, sorry, I just can’t,” Her eyes drag over you and suddenly that sweet and soft look turns harsh and you know exactly what is coming, “Where have you been, young lady? Do you know how many times I called the police to look for you? How much time I spent worrying? My hair has turned grey because of you!”

You laugh and hug her again, “I missed you too, mum.” Her tense body from the scolding she gave you flutters away, this hug holding every apology and forgiveness in it.

Your dad walks up to the door and he sighs relief. He never did have much to say but as he hugs both his daughter and wife, he says enough.

“Welcome home, honey.”

___

After what felt like hours of explaining everything to your mum and dad, you finally felt the exhaustion hit you. It was hard to blabber out everything that had happened in the past week never mind the past 4 years. When you spoke about Jaeyun they also told you about how it affected him.

He was a mess according to them. Jaeyun was never home, looking around every motel, all your friends' houses, and hospitals, he even went to every train station with your picture begging people to tell him if they had seen you. It shattered your heart to know that you did that to him. He said he went searching but somehow hearing it in detail from your parents made it worse, like you were there living it with him.

Yet, here you are, doing it again to him. You can’t even find peace in the fact that at least he has a life to continue with because deep routed within you, you selfishly need it to be you that he’s with.

As you drag yourself up to your childhood bedroom you feel the depression you felt that clouded you 4 years ago. It’s heavy and you can’t even be bothered to lift your feet to the next step. Talking about it all just puts everything into a clear and concise perspective.

You can’t have him.

Opening the door you are hit with a massive wave of nostalgia. Everything was exactly in the same place; your plushies, the clothes you threw out of your wardrobe as you packed, and the posters of Monsta X and Seventeen are plastered along the walls. Suddenly you’re 19 again.

You place your bag down on your desk chair and sigh, beginning to tidy up your surroundings. Now you’re older you understand why your mum was always infuriated with the mess of your room and how she cleaned it for you. You’ll thank her properly for all those times tomorrow.

Walking to the pile of clothes you had on the floor you trifle through them and laugh, your fashion sure hasn’t changed. You haven’t really changed all that much if you think about it. One piece of clothing in your peripheral vision catches your eye. A simple black stretch t-shirt with a Lacoste logo embroidered on the right side. It was his t-shirt.

Your fingers instinctively reach for it, picking it up gently and bringing it to your nose. Somehow it still smells like him, like the him you had the pleasure of calling yours. Gripping it tight you bury your face into it, soaking his essence up. A memory of the last time you remember him wearing it projects in your head.

He was coming back from football practice and stopped at your house to see you. You think about how pretty he looked that day with his baseball cap put on backward, a silver chain peeking from under this very t-shirt you’re holding. How could someone be so effortlessly beautiful?

“Baby?” He said waltzing into your room, still high from a successful practice. You were lying on top of your bed with earphones in.

“Jaeyun!” You beamed and sat up a little as you took an earphone out, “thought you were going to Heeseung’s after practice?”

“Nah, wasn’t feeling it. I’ve used up my social battery for today I think.” He takes the earphone from you and places it in his ear.

Like muscle memory, you opened your legs and he lay between them, his head placed on your tummy, arms hugging around you so his palms are placed against your back.

“Jaeyun, if your social battery is drained, why are you here?” You look down and remove his cap, raking your hand through his hair. His puppy eyes meet yours as he looks up, his chin poking your stomach.

“Babe you know you don’t count,” he plants a kiss on your stomach, “I can never get tired of you.”

Heartache is the only feeling you have right now. Everything was so simple back then and you had to ruin it. How many chances did you miss to lay with him like that because you were stupid enough to leave him?

All the conversations from the last few days swirl in your mind.

‘I would have made long distance work.’

‘Baby, I love you’

‘They don’t want him to marry her.’

‘You’ll make the right choice’

’If those reasons don’t matter anymore, you should do what you think is best.’

‘He would leave my sister for you’

It was all too much and you only had yourself to blame. You can’t shake this heaviness in your chest, the only peace you’re finding is in the comfort of his old t-shirt.

Slipping out of your clothes you forget about cleaning your room, too sad to focus. If you can’t even clear up your thoughts what chance do you have cleaning this mess up? You strip down to your panties before putting on his t-shirt. It fits the way it used to, it’s slightly baggy and ends just on the very top of your thighs. Something about your body being engulfed in something that’s his makes you tranquil.

You pull your covers back and slink into bed, the sensation strangely foreign despite the years you slept here. As you get comfortable, Jaeyun’s t-shirt wafts, and it’s like he’s in bed with you.

You cry yourself to sleep and dream of a better reality. One with you in his arms. One where you are his.

___

A loud thump at the door jolts you from your slumber. Someone is pounding at the front door and the sudden rude wake-up makes your heart match the rapid bangs.

Creeping downstairs to not make a sound, your eyes are scanning the lower ground floor for any sign of your parents, fuck, any sign of life at this point. Your dad always said not to answer the door if they ‘chap it like a copper’ so you’re very apprehensive.

“Dad?” You whisper shout and another couple of hard knocks scare you again. This is it. You’re going to die. It’s karma for all your mistakes.

It seems you’re the only one home and you stomp your feet like a bratty child trying to build the courage to open the door. “If I die tell Jooheon I loved him.” You say to no one in particular, just anyone that will head your plea.

Unlocking the door you slowly open it and have your eyes tight shut, ready for the worst.

“Y/N…”

That voice. His voice.

You pry one of your eyes open to see if your ears are deceiving you. They aren’t.

“Jaeyun? W-what are you doing here?” You look around behind him in bewilderment and then back into your house searching for the time. “You’re getting married in like-” Whipping your head around you don’t get to finish your sentence.

“I’m not marrying her.”

Shock pulses through your veins. Guilt pours into your heart. This is your fault.

Your water line was filling with tears at the thought of you ruining his new relationship, ruining his new life all because you were an idiot. You stayed too long, let yourselves get attached again.

A scoff of disbelief leaves your mouth and you shake your head. “You can’t be serious?”

Looking into his eyes was the worst thing you could have done. He’s tired and drained, he’s looking at you like you hold the universe. Waves of all emotions crash onto you at once and you try to fight back the tears.

“I’m so serious, baby.” He steps forward and you step back, “No, no, no, Y/N, don’t run from this. Did you think I wouldn’t come chasing after you this time? I love you, Y/N. I can’t live without you, not again.”

Jaeyun spent the whole night driving, his first stop was at your flat in Pyeongchang. He begged Eunseo for the address and after a hard slap to his face, she gave him it. Jaeyun asked as a shot in the dark, expecting no result, but Eunseo saw the way he was frantically running around the house looking for you. She couldn’t see three broken hearts from this situation. When you weren’t at your flat there was only one place you would be. Here.

You shake your head full-on crying now and trying to get away from him but he yanks you back until your chest is pressed against his. His lips are dangerously close to your chapped ones. Sucking in your bottom lip you sob and look down, “Tell me you want us. Tell me you felt everything I felt this week.”

His words aren’t registering in your head. All you are thinking about is how this is exactly the situation you wanted to avoid back those years ago, Jaeyun giving up everything he has worked hard for, just for you. “You can’t do that. You can’t leave her.”

“If it meant I would have you back I would do anything. I’d break anyone’s heart to be able to hold yours again.” Jaeyun’s eyes are holding tears as his heart beats loudly in his chest and you feel it softly. Only soulmates can notice minute things like that. His words echo in your head and you sob loudly, covering your mouth. “I’ll ask you again, tell me you want this, us.” He’s begging for permission to love you again, to just be yours again.

Jaeyun’s feelings for you never left. When he went to Busan and attended Apollo College he was a shell of a person with only two emotions inside him longing and love, both just for you.

“You started your new life for a reason, you gotta live it.” Despite your words trying to separate you both you find yourself practically melting into him, becoming one again.

“Baby, please,” He kisses your forehead and feels you exhale in contentment at his lips laid upon you once again, “I might be living this life but if I don’t have you I’ll spend all of it failing to get over you, just like I have been.” Lips graze from your temple to your cheek, etching their way to your lips, brushing ever so slightly. “What you asked that night at the club, you meant it.”

Confusion sparks on your face, “huh?”

“When you asked me not to marry Yeoreum.”

Shock.

You’re in complete shock. You didn’t say that, did you? There is no way did. Jaeyun sees the confusion written across your face. You really don’t remember.

“I saw it in your eyes, in the way you kissed me, touched me. Y/N, it’s fate that you turned up.” Jaeyun’s lips are touching yours as he speaks, patiently waiting for you to give him the green light to devour you in a kiss. But you don’t.

There is so much to lose. Friendships, families, opportunities. Eunseo meant so much to you, if you take Jaeyun away from her sister you’ll lose her. But you’ll lose Jaeyun if you don’t take this chance. You’d be so selfish to say yes to him, to break Eunseo’s heart. To break Yeoreum’s heart. “What about Yeoreum? What about her?”

“I told her everything,” His big hand is holding the right side of your face now, “about us, about how I felt, that I think deep down we both knew we didn’t want this wedding. I wasn’t over you and Yeoreum wasn’t able to live with a husband that couldn’t be 100% hers. And she shouldn’t have to.”

“But you love her.” That’s what you had always thought.

“I loved that she was a distraction from you. When she and I met I was just hooking up with her,” There is pain on your face as he says those words and he rubs the apple of your cheek, “I know, I’m sorry baby, but you gotta hear me out.” He continues, “It was casual, she was good to me, patient. But no one was ever going to shine a light compared to you. One day she was just…my girlfriend.”

You shut your eyes. Honestly, you didn’t want to hear any of this. Of course, you knew she got to have him and touch him the way you used to, but when someone says it so brashly it makes your skin crawl. Especially when it was coming from his lips.

“I told her I wasn’t over you but she said she could help. After that…” Jaeyun continues to thumb your cheek, hoping it provides some comfort and reassurance. “I thought I fell in love with her. Really I did. I even asked her to marry me but I was just in love with the fact that she made me forget you, even for like a millisecond.” He rubs his nose with yours, sighing and closing his eyes, “Believe me, Princess, when I tell you I thought about you every single fucking minute of the day.”

You did believe him because you did the exact same thing. Even in your dreams, he was always there.

“Then when I turned around and saw you at the party on Tuesday,” He bites his lip and opens his eyes, almost rolling them at the thought of you in that dress, “Nothing was distracting me. I kissed her and suddenly all I could think of was you again. Your lips, how you made me feel. Fuck, Y/N, you’re the only one that ever let me just be me. How could I truly love someone that I can’t even be myself around.”

The sobs in your chest rumble as you hold them in but it’s getting hard to breathe. “Shh, baby, relax.” He can feel you struggle for air and he wraps you tight in a hug, “Princess, I love you.”

As he feels your arms wrap around him and hears you crying, he guides you into the house and kicks the door shut to give you some privacy.

Crying hard into his chest he simply soothes you, gently caressing your back and kissing your hair. It’s all too much for you to process.

One side of you feels guilty, he was happy with Yeoreum before you showed up. The wedding that was meant to take place today is canceled because of you.

The other side of you feels like it’s floating, finally free of a burden. You can love Jaeyun with all your heart because you have the opportunity to be his.

“Princess, look at me.” Jaeyun’s pointer finger lifts your chin, both your eyes meeting, glazed in water. “I’ve already called off the wedding, baby. Either you have me or you don’t. The decision is yours and I’ll respect it.” He smiles sadly, “but if you say no then I’m single and honestly I can’t bear to download a dating app. I refuse.” Jaeyun jokes to lighten the mood and you laugh loudly, masked in a sob.

He’s right, there’s nothing really stopping you from being together now. You’re basically graduated, and so is he. He has a job in Busan which is like media hub central so you could easily find work. There is no reason to torture your souls anymore.

“Okay.”

“Huh?” Jaeyun’s eyes widen and dart over every detail on your face, waiting to hear what he wants to.

“I love you so much, Jaeyun.” It’s your turn to reach your hand to his cheek, your palm only covering a fraction of what he covers on yours. “I want to be yours. Forever.”

A second. It took one whole second before Jaeyun’s lips were devouring yours, those beautiful full pink lips pressed hard against your own. Not one thought left in any of your heads other than each other.

You’re both desperate, clashing with one another. Jaeyun dips down and his hands slide down your ass to your thighs, picking you up so you are sitting on his hands, legs enfold around his waist. Not once did you stop kissing him.

He carries you up the stairs, his feet moving instinctively and quickly to your bedroom like it was just yesterday. Jaeyun knew the scope of your house in every light and darkness with how many times he snuck in to fuck you late at night or had dinner with your family.

When he reaches the top step he bounces you up so you’re more secure on his waist but as your core presses down on his hardening cock he groans. He missed the way you felt and even this teaser was almost sending him over the edge, tempting him to just take you in the hallway.

Kissing Jaeyun felt like sunflowers blossoming in your stomach and out of your mouth, pouring sweetness and love into every smooch, every tongue flick. He rushes into your bedroom and almost falls over the mess. Fuck, you really should have cleaned your room.

Jaeyun’s hands grip you tighter to stop you from falling, “Sorry, Princess.” He places you down gently and goes right back to kissing you, his hands roaming the soft skin under your t-shirt.

That’s when he notices what you’re wearing. His t-shirt. One he thought he lost when packing to leave for Busnan, but it was with you. Just like his heart. “I thought I lost this.” There’s a double connotation to his words. Yes, it was about the t-shirt, but it was also about you and your love. You look down and sheepishly grin.

“I found it when I came back here.” You say while his hands take the bottom of the t-shirt and rub it.

A smirk plastered on his face, “Damn,” he tuts, “Here I was having thoughts about you touching yourself wearing it while we weren’t together.”

Oh, Jaeyun hasn’t changed one bit. Still horny, still obsessed with you. Playfully you roll your eyes. “Bold of you to assume I didn’t have another t-shirt of yours.”

If a grown man could purr, he would have. Closing his eyes, he had to compose himself for a moment before he busted a nut right there and then. You use the moment to massage your hands up his torso and on his chest, rubbing your thumbs over his nipples. The purr turns into a whine as he grabs you tightly on your waist. “Fucking love you so much, Y/N.”

Jaeyun’s lips are back on yours with force as he pushes you onto the bed, his weight hovering over you. The heat emanating from both your bodies feels like the sun has been turned up by 100, his touches light up your skin, and his lips leave sunburnt kisses all over your neck. The way he’s desperately clutching your skin proves to you how much he missed you.

“I wanna fuck you in this t-shirt but shit, I gotta see all of you, baby.” Jaeyun pants in your ear. He’s like a dog on heat, just aching to have you, to consume every inch of you. His tongue runs down your neck until he reaches your collarbone but you need more than this.

While he’s kissing and biting the base of your neck he’s gripping at the t-shirt that’s covering his second favourite part of you and lifting it to uncover your tits. Jaeyun peels himself away from you for a second to admire your figure. God how he has missed your body - the softness of your skin, the way each of your boobs fall slightly to the side when you’re on your back like this, and how your nipples stand proudly. It’s mouth-watering.

“Sit up a bit for me, Princess,” Jaeyun says as he takes off your t-shirt and that’s when he sees the necklace again. He noticed you wearing it the whole week and it made him feel proud, like part of you always belonged to him. His pointer finger holds the chain away from your neck and his smile is beaming. “You never took it off? Like ever?”

“No. I couldn’t” You confess, looking down at it, the sun symbol shining as brightly as the first night he gave it to you. Jaeyun’s smile widened further if that was even possible. Something about you always being branded by him made him feel feral. You were always his and it made him feel guilty because literally yesterday he was getting prepared for his wedding to someone who wasn’t you.

You see his face change to a look you’ve not seen before, “Hey,” Your hand reaches for his face, “What’s wrong?”

“I’m sorry. For ever being with someone else.” Your heart shatters. It’s not his fault, none of it is.

“Jaeyun you never have to apologise for trying to move on. I left you without a word, it’s only natural you would move on.”

“But I didn’t. I couldn’t move on.” His hands are massaging your tits as he speaks and it’s sending your brain into a frenzy. It’s been so long since he touched you so intimately yet so commonly. “I don’t think I’ll ever be able to put into words the love I have for you.”

As his hands knead your breasts he feels your heart skip and it entices him to lean down and kiss you softly. The act between the two of you right now is so pure and raw. It’s meant to be.

You kiss him back gently, your tongue slipping into his mouth. The taste of him is so delicious you can’t help but moan and your hands rake through his thick hair. Instinctively, your back arches and pushes into him, the motion causing your tits to mold further into his hands, and the flesh spills between his fingers.

Jaeyun keeps one hand on your left tit while the other slips down past your waist, the pads of his fingers etching hearts into your skin just like that day in the car. The feeling of his gentle touch is making your stomach do cartwheels and your core aching to be touched. You rub your thighs together to create some friction that will help ease the neediness. He notices you wriggling and he knows exactly what you’re doing.

“Am I not going fast enough for you, Princess?” He smirks, his middle finger dips into your pants just enough to sit in the waistband. You’re throwing your head back, preparing yourself for him to touch you where you need him but instead all his motions stop, causing you to open your eyes and go back to looking at him.

“What are you doing?” You ask.

“You seem to be pleasing yourself all on your own, baby,” Jaeyun’s eyes fall down to look at your legs rubbing together like they’re two sticks and you’re in the woods trying to start a fire, “Don’t want to interrupt you.”

Oh, he is evil. It’s been 4 years since his hands have been on you and he still has the reserve within him to tease you.

Jaeyun sits back and grabs your hand, placing it on his wrist. “Use it.”

“Use what?” You’re genuinely confused.

“My hand. Use it how you want. Tell me what you want since you seem to be so desperate and clearly I’m not doing it right.” His tone is unbothered but mocking. There’s a glint in his eye that’s almost challenging you. He’s so fucking hot.

Taking a harsher grip on his wrist, you open your legs and push his hand to cup your heat. He never let you take charge before so you’re apprehensive but you need to take your pennies before they disappear.

His hand stays there doing nothing and you look at him expectantly. Why isn’t he doing anything?

Putting your hand to ghost over his you push it down, his palm now pressed hard against your vagina yet he still doesn’t move. His head shakes as he pouts, “That all you want? Come on baby, I thought you were desperate. Hmm?” Somehow his voice is an octave lower and it elicits your pussy to drip through your pants and onto his palm. When Jaeyun feels it he smirks, licking his bottom lip. “Your bodies telling me everything, but you gotta use your words, Princess.”

You’re feeling a little defiant, he’s too cocky in this situation and you want to take him down a peg or two. So you press the bottom of his palm to your clit and start to grind on it.

When Jaeyun carried you up the stairs not even 30 minutes ago you thought the sex would be sweet, full of confessions and whispered promises to never leave each other again considering the emotional rollercoaster you both went on this week. But you should have known better, that was never his style.

The sensation of his rigid palm against your nub was sensational and you were gasping when it rubbed you a certain way. You could get off just by doing this but you needed more. More of him.

Jaeyun can see your internal conflict of whether or not to tell him what you want. He leans down, his breath tickling your ear as he speaks, “Princess,” he nips at your lobe, “give in?”

“N-no.” You’re trying to focus on the pleasure you’re feeling but your entrance is clenching around nothing like it’s talking to you and telling you it needs to be filled by something. Anything at all. Jaeyun.

He tuts and sighs heavily, pulling back and watching you grind on his hand. “Since when didn’t you listen to me?” His middle finger suddenly rubs in between your folds, ghosting over your hole and you could cry with happiness but he stops as soon as he starts, “Want more of that?”

Nodding quickly you stare at him desperately, your hips never stopping the action that’s giving you satisfaction. “Tell me.”

It was almost like he was asking you to beg him.

And that is exactly what you do.

“Fuck, please Jaeyun, I need your fingers inside me.”

“There’s my good girl.” He kisses your temple and his once limp hand now gains its strength as it takes over. Finally.

Jaeyun doesn’t know how he’s restrained himself this long. If he wasn’t so in love with the way you act when he teases you he probably would have fucked you and made you cum 3 times already. But it’s the first time in so long since he’s had you like this, he was going to make sure he gave you everything he had. Showed you just how much he missed you.

After pulling your underwear down, two fingers breach your entrance and you throw yourself back onto the bed, gasping as you finally feel some sort of release. He thrusts them in slowly, gliding them in and out as he stretches you out in a way only he knows how.

Right now Jaeyun didn’t want to think about how you’ve probably been touched by someone else but god does he love to have his ego boosted, so he asks the question, “You’re so tight, baby. All those other guys not fuck you right?”

You can’t believe he’s bringing this up right now. Of course he would surmise that you probably had sex. It has been 4 years and you weren’t going to go celibate your whole life. But to ask it while his fingers are fucking you open, curling into you like he was gesturing for your orgasm to come closer? He sure did pick his times. You know what he’s looking for, what he is looking the hear.

“No,” your voice was quiet, almost lost amongst the wet noises your pussy was making as Jaeyun picks up the pace, “No one fucked me like you do.”

“Because I’m the only one that can fuck you good. Isn’t that right?” His fingers start to scissor you open further causing you to lift your hips and bury the back of your head into the mattress. Jaeyun’s free hand lays flat across your lower abdomen and pushes your hips back down, the pressure only adding to your gratification.

He was right though, not one other person ever fucked you as good as him. The way he would listen to your body was otherworldly, always giving you exactly what you craved. All those boys from college just looking for a quick fuck didn’t care about you or if you came. Not like Jaeyun who thought if he made you cum only twice it was a weak night.

“I only want you.” You confess his heart could flutter straight from his chest. Jaeyun had missed the way you would just casually say the prettiest things, especially when you were so fucked out like this. He smiles widely and kisses your tummy.

“And I only need you,” he replies, his lips still lingering under your navel.

His thumb rubs your clit and you’re seeing stars, a coil erupting in your stomach. Jaeyun feels you cumming and goes harder with his fingers, thrusting them up at a rapid pace just the way you liked and putting pressure on your sensitive bud. “That’s it, Princess.” He talks you through it but you’re too far gone to hear a word he says, “So fucking beautiful cumming on my fingers like this. Such a good girl for me. I love you so much.” He says these cute but filthy words in between kisses he’s planting on your forehead.

As you come down from your high you don’t get a chance to breathe as you feel your legs being pinned open and Jaeyun’s tongue is lapping up your cum. “J-Jaeyun give me a…give me a minute.” But he doesn’t let up, lost in your essence, drinking your cum like it’s the sweetest thing since honey.

Your taste has been missed. Jaeyun almost forgot how addicting your pussy is. Messily he starts to lick and suck at your overstimulated nub, he’s eating you like a man starved and you can’t help but be brought close to release once again.

His tongue dips into you, curling as he slurps up every trace of your last orgasm. Your fingers find his hair to grip on while you moan profanities into the warm air.

“Tug on it, Princess,” Jaeyun instructed and you did just that. Yanking his hair emanated a low groan from the boy between your legs, his hips humping the mattress to try and relieve the pressure in his trousers. If he didn’t make you cum again soon he would spill right into his boxers. That situation only happened once when it was his birthday and you wore those cute frilly pants that he loved. You let him eat you out with them still on, the fabric rubbing against his nose, and when you came all over his face he came in his boxers.

Jaeyun’s eyes roll to the back of his head at the memory, only spurring him on to devour you even more in this moment. He feels your walls contracting around his tongue so he pulls out and puts his mouth to work back on your clit.

“S-shit, Jaeyun,” The grip you have on his hair tightens, “I’m gonna cum again.”

The smirk on his face didn’t match the butterflies in his chest. His cocky exterior was a mask for how much he was anticipating your release on his face, how he was so giddy with excitement that he got to soak you up, something he thought would never happen again.

“Let go, love. Give it to me.” He wanted to sound confident but he practically whined it, begging for your nectar. He was hungry for it, for you.

His words have you cumming again and the sound that erupts from your mouth has Jaeyun growling into your pussy. He was the one making you cry out in pleasure like that and he was confident no one else ever had.

Your chest is heaving, pants echo in the room but Jaeyun is still between your legs, cleaning every last drop from you.

“Jaeyun, please…” You go to shut your thighs but you can’t, his hands forcing them to stay open. He wasn’t done with you but you don’t know how much more you can take. “Baby, I’ve only got one more in me, max.” It’s embarrassing to admit it but you haven’t cum like this in so long, and you wanted to cum on his dick at least once today.

His big eyes twinkle as he peaks his head up. “What?” He looked so cute you contemplate if you could really cum 2 more times.

Playing with his luscious now slightly damp hair you smile at him, “I can push for one more but I want it to be on your cock.” Almost like your words pulled him out of his trance he smiled, placing one last kiss on your clit before sitting up.

“Remember you used to be able to cum like 6 times in one night?”

“Yes,” You roll your eyes and smile, “but that was when you had me trained. I’ve not cum more than once in, oh I don’t know, 4 years.”

The arrogance radiating off him was so sexy. Jaeyun’s ego was the size of a hot air balloon as you disclose the information that he is in fact the only man who can make you feel good like this.

His hand pets your pussy as he leans down again, “Don’t worry, I’ll train you back up in no time.”

“Um, Jaeyun?”

“Yeah?” His eyes meet yours waiting for you to continue.

“Did you just speak to my vagina?”

There’s a silence and then laughter from both of you. Now that Jaeyun hears you acknowledge his actions out loud he realises how strange it must have looked. He brings his hand to scratch the back of his neck as his laugh gets louder.

“Yes?” He chuckles and places his hands on his hips in embarrassment, “Sorry.”

“Is that a new thing you picked up? Talking to genitals?” You shuffle up so you’re sitting straight, legs spread as wide as the smile on your face.

Jaeyun shrugs, “Sometimes it’s a very stimulating conversation.”

Your eyebrows raise, “Oh really? And what is my pussy saying to you now?”

Crawling towards you he smirks and his puppy-like eyes are blown out with love and lust, “It’s telling me that it needs to be fucked so good it’ll start barking.” You laugh again. He’s so silly and stupid. He’s your Jaeyun.

Once you both stop laughing you place your hand on his face, stroking your thumb on the squishy part of his cheeks. You both look at each other and instantly understand one another. The apologies, the pining, the need, the love. You could almost cry right there and then as his eyes whisper a soulful ‘I love you’, you can’t ever imagine living without him again.

“I love you so much, you know that right? You know I never stopped?” The hand that was on his face now wipes his mouth clean of your cum. Jaeyun wouldn’t have cared if your juices stayed there forever, at least he could taste you all the time.

“I know, Princess. I love you more than the moon and the stars.” Jaeyun’s bottom lip juts out and you take the opportunity to kiss it, sucking it a little and tasting yourself on him.

Sitting on his knees he deepens the kiss, leaving you breathless. Your hands unbutton his trousers clumsily and he smiles into the kiss. “Want a hand?”

“Shut the fuck up,” You laugh, “I’m distracted.” Jaeyun beams and nuzzles your nose.

Standing up, Jaeyun pulls down his trousers and goes to follow it with his boxers but he swiftly turns around and heads for your drawer, looking to locate a condom. He pulls out the shiny blue packet and examines it, “Baby?” He twirls to you, the packet in between his middle and pointer finger, “You think these have an expiration date?”

You watch him look thoroughly at the packet. If he didn’t look so cute right now you would be wondering how he can be so bright but so dumb at the same time. “Jaeyun, baby, did you not take sex ed?”

“Huh?” He’s puzzled.

“They lose effect over time? 3-5 years max? Ring any bells?” You’re trying to hold in a laugh as his eyebrows furrow together.

“When did we learn that?” He’s racking his brain for any recollection of the class, then i clicks his fingers and point to you, “Ah, Mrs. Lee. That was the class I made those little boat hats in.”

He was so proud of himself, every time he had the class he timed how many he could make within the hour.

“I think I still have the pink one you made me in here somewhere,” You scour the room to see if it was easily available. “Anyway, you don’t need it.”

“The boat hat?”

“No-” Oh my days he is unbelievable you think to yourself “No the condom you idiot!” You’re shaking your head in disbelief. He is truly so stupid. “You don’t have to use one, unless you want to, of course.” You let him decide what to do. However, you’re patience is wearing thin and you’re getting chilly due to you sitting on the bed naked.

“Seriously?” Jaeyun never thought he would get to feel your raw pussy ever again. That one time you let him fuck you without a condom was the best thing he ever experienced. With Yeoreum he always wore a condom despite her protests most times. He just couldn’t risk it, being a dad so soon wasn’t worth it regardless of how good it would feel. That and he only wanted to have sex raw with you, no one else. “Are you on the pill?”

“I got a coil put in last year.” You shudder at the memory and pain. It was easily in the top 5 most uncomfortable moments you went through, but right now you’re glad you got it.

“Did you fuck guys without a condom?” His voice is hurt and his arms drop to his side, face frowning. Jaeyun didn’t want anyone else’s cock feeling your walls the way he did. It was his pleasure to have, not anyone else

You quickly shake your head sit up more alert than before, hands flying to your chest as if to swear on your heart. “Oh god no, baby. My periods got like, really really bad. I got the IUD because they said it would help.” How could he think that? You couldn’t do that to him.

Seeing him physically relax eases your own mind. “Okay, good. I was worried there for a second.”

“You never fucked Yeoreum without one?” Her name leaving your lips leaves a bitter feeling in your mouth and his ears. He mumbles a ‘no of course not' and throws the probably expired condom back into the drawer.

Jaeyun walks towards you with a small smile on his face, relief evident. Now he can make love to you with full confidence that he is, and will be, the only man to ever truly feel you. He steps out of his boxers and you’re almost salivating at the sight, drool threatening to drip down your chin. You’ve missed it so much.

You reach your hand out but he slaps it away lightly. Protesting with a soft ‘hey’ you go to touch him again but it’s the same result.

“Princess, I love that you wanna gag around my cock but I need to be inside you, like, right now.” Your walls throb at his words. His effect on you and your body needs to be studied one of these days.

Before you know it, he’s pushing you to lay on your back, kissing all over your face and neck, each kiss meaning more than the last.

“You’re hearts beating,” You say quietly as he sucks on the sweet spot just under your ear.

“Yeah baby, kinda how I stay alive,” Feeling his smile on your neck as his tongue licks you gets you even wetter than before, if that was possible, “I didn’t miraculously turn into Edward Cullen.”

“A girl can dream,” You joke. A slap across your pussy makes you yelp and open your eyes wide. “What was that for?”

Shrugging, Jaeyun smirks, “For thinking about another guy.”

“You brought him u-”

Slap.

The stinging on your pussy brings you to a halt. “Stop that!”

Slap

You can’t deny how much it’s turning you on, the groan that slips from your lips plasters a smirk on Jaeyun’s face. “Be a good girl, yeah?” His hand goes back to your pussy to soothe the nipping.

Having sex like this again was invigorating for him, he missed this so much. He missed you.

Replacing his hand with his dick he starts to collect your wettness on the tip of his cock. He looks into your eyes for permission to go and as soon as you nod he slips the head of his cock in. “Fuck.”

The pace is slow as he takes in the feeling of your cunt hugging him so tight, fitting him like a glove. When he pulls back, the tip snags on your hole and he repeats this until your begging him for more. “Babe please, faster.”

He speeds up, his hips driving into you as he bottoms out each time he lunges forward, his head pecking kisses to your cervix. He’s so deep in you, that the unfamiliar familiar feeling begins to overwhelm you. Jaeyun’s pubic bone is lightly hitting your overstimulated clit and it’s making you thrash under him. “Jae-Jaeyun please,”

“What is it, baby?” The soft-spoken tone of his words is a juxtaposition to his relentless thrusts that are battering your cunt.

“Close.” If it was any other time, you would be embarrassed at how fast you’re cumming again, but Jaeyun would understand. He does.

Jaeyun spits on your folds and rubs it in, focusing on your clit to bring you over the edge. The sensations are too overwhelming, between his fingers roughly rubbing your bud and his cock bruising your walls, it’s all too much and you’re cumming for the third time that day.

The squeeze of your walls nearly has Jaeyun spilling into you but he wants this to last a little longer. “That’s it, Princess. Cumming over my cock so well,” He kisses your forehead, “Such a perfectly good girl for me.”

Jaeyun’s lips trail down your face to your neck to your tits, his mouth taking in your right nipple. “Fucking hell, Jaeyun.” He can’t hear you because he’s too busy sucking your tit and losing himself in consuming you.

His hips are jackhammering into you and you can’t think straight, your mind is foggy, mouth wide open, eyes have rolled back, and hands aimlessly gripping at his back and arms. You haven’t been fucked like this in years, hell, you don’t think you and Jaeyun have ever had sex as good as this.

Jaeyun mentally agrees with you as he starts to lose his rhythm but still gives you his all. His mouth leaves your nipple as he buries his head in the crook of your neck, “Fuck, Y/N, can’t hold back anymore.”

Despite his energy depleting, his thrusts are still sharp and his hands are holding you down by your hips, leaving you no option but to just lay there and take his powerful hits. Not that you minded, this is exactly how you like it.

You don’t truly believe it but you think you might cum again. To make sure you get there in time with him you reach down and rub yourself, mewling loudly in his ear at the feeling.

Jaeyun’s head peaks up to look at you, “You gonna cum with me, Sweetheart?” The nickname isn’t used often but when he does whisper it, it’s your favourite one.

“Y-yes oh god yes.”

Jaeyun kisses you hungrily as your words help him spill his seed into you, the white strings shooting straight into you and it mixes with your own release. You both chant each other's names along with some expletives, Jaeyun dropping in 2 ‘I love you’s’ just for added measure.

A few minutes later once you both had time to compose yourselves, Jaeyun falls to the side of you and stares at the ceiling. He was so content with everything in this moment. You are back in his arms, he’s just had the best sex of his life, and his heart finally feels like it’s beating with a purpose other than just living. It’s beating for you and that is the best feeling in the world.

“I love you, Jaeyun.” You turn your face to the side to look at him, eyes smiling softly.

He takes your hand and lays a kiss on top of it. “I love you too, Y/N.”

None of you have to say any more than that right now. It’s enough.

He sits up and inspects your body, some bruises were his fingers dug in too deep forming and he frowns. He didn’t mean to go so hard but quite frankly he wouldn’t take it back.

“I’ll be back in a minute.” Planting a kiss on your head he makes a b-line for downstairs, grabbing a glass of water and some paracetamol for you.

When he comes back, you’re sitting up, leaning against the headboard with your eyes shut. You’re the perfect view.

“Here, baby.” After handing you the water and pills he puts his boxers back on and gives you the black t-shirt from earlier. “Almost forgot we’re literally still at your parent's house.” His neck turns red.

“I don’t even know where they are?” You place the water on the windowsill next to your bed and pull the top over your head. Jaeyun hums and stays sitting at the edge of the bed with his head down. Gently your hand makes contact with his shoulder, “Babe? You okay?”

“You’re mine again, right?” He side eyes you because he’s too nervous to look directly at you, “Like, you’ll come to Busan with me and be my girl again?”

Your heart summersaults and you smile reassuringly. You couldn’t imagine ever being away from him again. You made that mistake the first time but never again, “I will. I’ll need to finish up Uni but that’s only a few months.” Grabbing his chin you turn him to you, “Then I’ll be home with you.”

Home. Your home.

“Marry me.”

“What? Haven’t you had enough wedding drama for a while?”

“I’m serious!” He laughs and looks at the ceiling, thinking deeply, “Not right now, but when we’re settled. Be my wife?”

The only thing you can do is kiss him as confirmation, too overwhelmed by pure emotions to give him a verbal answer. This is truly all you’ve ever wanted.

He pulls back and smiles widely. “Wait here!” In the next few seconds, Jaeyun shoved his t-shirt on and pranced downstairs and out the front door. What is he doing?

Hearing his car door open and shut you impatiently wait for him to come back. It doesn’t take long but why is it when you want them to hurry up time suddenly slows down. With his hands behind his back, he enters your bedroom once again.

“Y/N L/N,” He coughs before he starts again, “I love you more than anything else in the whole world. You’re so stupid and annoying, and honestly, you’re mean.”

Wow, you think, he’s such a charmer.

“But you’re mine. My everything to be quite honest. I could have everything in the world and if you’re not by my side there really is no point in any of it.” He sits down beside you on the bed, hands still clasped behind him, “So, would you do me the great honour of marrying me in the distant, but please make it near, future?”

He moves his hands to the front of him and you tear up. Is it what you think it is?

Trembling, your hands take the white box and stare at it. It takes you a moment to gather up the courage to open it but when you do it’s like it opens a floodgate of tears as they ricochet down your cheeks.

The pinky ring he gave you the night before you left shines in front of you. He kept it all these years later. Jaeyun didn’t know why quite honestly because it only served as a hurtful memory. But as he sees you ogle at it, he realises it was exactly for this moment.

“My speech the first time was better I think.” Jaeyun jokes and you choke out a little sob. Taking the ring from the box he slips it onto your left pinky. It still fits perfectly. Just like you and Jaeyun. “So? Will you?”

“Yes.” Nodding your head and wiping your tears with your free hand you give him the answer he’s been waiting to hear his whole life, “I’ll marry you. Eventually.”

His forehead rests against yours. “I’m gonna love you forever.”

“Until the sun stops burning?”

“Until the sun stops burning."

#enha smut #enhypen smut #enhypen x reader #jake smut #jake sim smut #sim jaeyun smut #jake x reader #jake sim x reader #sigh i loved this so much #im so sad its over!

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sensitiveandhungry · 1 year

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Shelter

changbin x afab reader

2.7k words

fluff, smut, established relationship

content warnings: 18+ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT. past traumas (unspecified), self confidence issues & trust issues if you squint, lots and lots of pet names (jagiya, baby, dove, angel, love), mutual masturbation, no real sub/dom dynamic, protected sex, oral (f receiving), lingerie, slight nipple/breast play?, so very vanilla and soft and fluffy, one usage of y/n (yes that is a warning and yes i will die on that hill)

a/n: hihi, this is my first attempt at both smut and a full length fic. please enjoy!

This fic was influenced by the songs "Yeoreum's heart" by Chung Seung Hyun & the song "Shelter" by Heejin

Changbin was unlike any other man you had had any sort of relationship with. He was gentle. He asked for consent. He didn’t need to know your past traumas to know he needed to be slow. He took no as an answer without batting an eye. He was so respectful. When you met and and as you were getting to know each other, you waited for weeks for the other shoe to drop. For him to make an unwanted move on you, lose his temper, hurt you, ghost you. But every single day, Changbin surprised you over and over again with just how good he was.

Months passed, and you officially became a couple. A year passed and you moved in with him. Every day you would go to classes and he would go to work, and in the evenings you would have dinner together and cuddle watching movies. You had begun to learn in this past year to love and be loved. Oftentimes you needed reassurance of Changbin’s love, and every time he comforted you without hesitation. He had managed to understand you in a way no one else could. But at least you had stopped waiting for the other shoe to drop.

Changbin had the patience of a saint. Despite living together you had actually never gone beyond soft makeout sessions and sleeping in the same bed, due to past traumas you hadn’t been able to move beyond, and Changbin assured you every time you brought it up that it was more than okay. That he would wait lifetimes to be with you in the most intimate ways. After being together for so long, you felt ready to take the next step.

All of this brought you to today. It was a Friday night, and you had gotten off of work early to prepare a simple but nice date at your shared townhome. You showered, shaved, and styled your hair. After putting on some light makeup, you made your way to the small box you had shoved in the back corner of your closet. It contained a white lacy lingerie set that hugged your curves and fit your body perfectly. You took your time putting it on and admiring yourself in the mirror. You were nervous from excitement, but there was an undercurrent of determination. You were ready. You threw a smoky blue slip dress on top of the set and went into the kitchen to prepare dinner. Right after you had finished setting the table and lighting a few candles, you heard the jingling of keys at your front door. A strum of excitement went through you and landed straight in your core.

Changbin opened the door and kicked off his shoes before calling out, “Jagiya! I’m home!” Looking up from his feet, he saw you standing right in front of him. “Oh hi baby, I didn’t see you.” He gave you a kiss and then spun you around, giving him the full effect of the dress you wore. “All of this for me?”

“Yes baby but there’s more! Come,” you pulled him by the hand into the kitchen, spinning around with your arms wide once Changbin followed you in. “Tada!!” You gave a massive grin.

“Love, what is this for? Did I forget our anniversary? Is it someone's birthday? … Is it my birthday?” Changbin stood looking at the entire setup, candles adorning shelves and the table, a vase of daisies in the center.

“No Binnie.” You giggled. “I just wanted to do something nice, have a little date together at home.” Changbin was still staring at you in awe with lovestruck eyes. You shuffled around nervously before gesturing towards the table. “Should we sit?”

Changbin seemed to escape whatever mind hole he had dug himself into enough to respond, “Oh yes! Yes, of course. It looks delicious, dove. Thank you so much for doing this.”

He hurriedly pulled out your chair and situated you before sitting down himself. You both silently dug into the food you had cooked. Changbin was obviously distracted by something, and you were constantly fidgeting out of anticipation. “Is it good, Bin? I tried a new recipe, I wasn’t sure if I seasoned it enough-”

“Yes baby it’s perfect. I’m enjoying it, I really am.” He finally made eye contact with you, grinning, knowing you deserved his full attention and he was failing at giving it. You just looked perfect. Truly stunning. Of course he had seen you dressed up before, but there was something different, a new air about you. Confidence? Mixed with nerves or excitement? Changbin wasn’t entirely sure what was going on but he was certain of the snugness he was starting to feel in his pants after seeing you in that dress; your hair and your makeup, skin glowing softly in the light of the candles. You smiled back at him, love in your eyes. You finished your meal in companionable silence, stolen glances happening more than either of you would ever admit.

After the dishes had been cleared and washed, Changbin gestured to your shared bedroom. “I’m going to have a quick shower and then we can cuddle. Pick out a movie while I’m gone, yeah?” He asked. You could only give a nod before he quickly pecked your forehead and disappeared into the bathroom, leaving you standing in the middle of the kitchen.

You decided now was the time to act. You quickly walked to your room as soon as you heard the ensuite bathroom door shut, slipping out of your dress and throwing it on a chair. You only gave yourself a few seconds to look in the mirror before climbing on the bed, unsure of how you should wait for Changbin to come out of the shower. You finally settled on kneeling in the middle of the bed, legs slightly spread and hands in your lap.

Changbin on the other hand, was borderline panicking. He braced himself against the icy stream of water pelting against his skin in a futile attempt to calm his raging boner. He kept telling himself it was just a dress. That he needed to get himself together enough to act normal during your movie nights. But it wasn’t just a dress. It was you. And he loved you. Despite your constant worrying, you kept Changbin more than satisfied in your relationship. He had caught you once or twice humping a pillow, whimpering and sobbing as you tried desperately to reach your high when you thought he wasn't home. And Changbin had jerked off to the sound of you in his head more times than he’d like to count. What he would do to be able to have his way with you, draw those noises and more from your mouth, make you cum on his tongue, his fingers, his cock. But he knew he needed to be patient, slow. He was willing to die waiting for you to let him have you in the way he desperately craved. So he’d lived off of taking cold showers almost daily. Morning or night, jacking off when he could.

When the acceptable amount of time for taking a shower had come and gone, Changbin gave up and shut off the water, choosing to simply ignore his throbbing erection. He quickly toweled off and put on loose gray sweatpants, opting to go shirtless. When he exited your ensuite bathroom, scrubbing the back of his head with a towel, you sat up straight, shuffling in your position. When Changbin looked up he did a double take before freezing in place, accidentally dropping the towel to the floor. His eyes raked over your figure, stopping on your breasts and core clothed in the lacy lingerie. His mouth had gone dry and he licked his lips absentmindedly. You fidgeted under his gaze, suddenly feeling incredibly insecure as he stared at you like a starved man.

“B-Bin?” You stuttered. As if Changbin suddenly remembered you were there, his eyes snapped to your face.

In the softest voice he could possibly muster, “Angel? What’s going on here?” He took a couple steps toward the bed, hesitating. He was afraid one wrong move and you would disappear, entirely a figment of his imagination.

You shivered at the new pet name. Shuffling on your knees a little bit closer to the edge of the bed where Changbin stood, you looked up at him. “I- what do you think is going on? I want- want to make love to you, Bin.”

“Are you sure Angel? You’re absolutely positive you want to?” Changbin took your hand from your lap, cradling it in his own. You nodded, not being able to form a sentence. “I need words, bun. Do you want to have sex with me?”

“Y-yes Binnie. I’ve never been so sure of anything in my life. I want you. However you’ll have me. Do- do you want to? Be with me?”

Changbin was speechless. You were asking him if he wanted to be with you?? “My sweet angel, I have wanted to be with you since the day we became a couple. Let me take care of you, hm? I want to take my time with you tonight. Show you how good I can make you feel.”

Changbin helped you get settled at the head of the bed against the cushions and settled between your legs above you, slowly leaving open mouthed pecks against your lips, cheeks, and forehead. When his lips finally met yours fully, you eagerly whimpered, pulling him closer by his shoulders. Changbin tried to be gentle at first but as he sensed your neediness his hunger took over as he slipped his tongue out to intertwine with yours. When you broke away for breath, he started kissing and sucking down the length of your jaw to your neck and shoulder, leaving occasional hickeys until he reached the tops of your breasts.

“You’re so beautiful, angel. Dressed up all pretty, for me,” Changbin muttered, more to himself than anything, though you heard him and whimpered. He eased the straps of your bra off your shoulders, and you arched your back so his deft fingers could unhook it. Before the white lace could even hit the floor, Changbin latched onto your left nipple, swirling his tongue around it and feeling it harden between his teeth.

“Binnie… I need you, please,” You whined, underwear becoming increasingly wet and uncomfortable against your folds.

“Patience my love, you’ll get everything you want, just let me have this moment a little while longer.” Changbin trailed to your right nipple, giving it the same attention as the other before kissing his way down to your core. He wished he could tease you just a little more but he had been waiting for this moment for so long he was growing just as desperate as you were. In an instant he had ripped your panties from your legs and thrown them over his shoulders, now face to face with your core. You whimpered in anticipation, lightly tangling your fingers in Changbin’s curls. He wasted no time in licking up the entire length of your slit, dipping down to collect some of your essence before bringing it back up to your clit, lightly sucking. Your hands tightened slightly on Changbin’s scalp.

“It feels so good, Bin, thank you…” you were clearly slipping away, letting go and relaxing.

“So sweet… so polite… my angel.” Changbin murmured against your clit as he ate you out. You sighed at his words, beyond audible responses. He could feel you clenching around nothing and slowly eased a finger inside, pumping in and out slowly a couple times before adding a second. This drew a moan from you, and you could feel yourself approaching your release. Changbin began scissoring his fingers, trying to prepare you as best he could for his cock. He wrapped his lips gently around your clit, distracting you from the slight burn of his fingers moving in your hole.

“B-Bin, I’m close…” You were slightly moving your hips up and down, feeling the knot tightening in your lower stomach. Changbin’s ministrations on your heat remained constant, working you through your high. A high pitched whine left your mouth as the pleasure crested and you came, Changbin slowing his motions down until your breathing regulated.

Changbin brought his fingers to his mouth and licked himself clean, watching you closely. “How are you doing my love? Are you ready to stop for today?”

“No! Bin I want you, inside… please don’t stop now.” You whimpered, feeling empty.

“Whatever the princess wants, she’ll get,” Changbin crawled away from you just long enough to pull down his sweatpants and free his aching cock. You gaped, the only way to describe it as being pretty. And sizable. Changbin chuckled at your reaction, quickly rolling on a condom and getting back in between your legs. He looked at you one more time, looking for confirmation. After giving him a nod, he grabbed his length and began to run it through your folds, coating himself in your slick and nudging at your clit. When he was satisfied, he positioned himself at your entrance and slowly pushed the tip in, watching your face carefully for any grimace of pain. When he didn’t detect any, he pushed in slowly the rest of the day until he had bottomed out. “Are you alright my love? Does it hurt at all?”

“N-no, it feels really good… please move now,” You relaxed back against the pillows as Changbin started moving. He started slow, pulling out fully to the tip before pushing back in. You felt so good around Changbin, snug and warm. He felt like he was going to lose his sanity. “You can go faster, Binnie, please-” that was all the confirmation he needed to start rocking into you faster, grabbing your legs and wrapping them around your waist. The head of his cock started brushing against that sweet spot inside you, causing you to moan with every thrust.

“Is it good, Angel? You’re doing so well for me. So warm…” Changbin was losing his grip just as you were, relaxing into the rhythm as he felt his high start to form. He knew he wouldn’t be able to last long his first time with you, but if your moans were any indication, you wouldn’t last much longer either. Changbin leaned down to meet his lips with yours, one hand supporting him above you, and the other hand sneaking down to your clit. He started rubbing small circles on your nub, swallowing your sounds in his kisses.

“It’s so good Bin, I’m-m close again,” You could feel yourself clenching hard around Changbin’s cock. He grunted and continued his movement against your clit.

“Please, come around my cock, I want to feel you, please…” Changbin started begging for you to come again with him as he felt his orgasm fast approaching, rocking in and out of you faster. As soon as he felt your release wash over you, clenching around his cock, he came as well, shaking as he tried to hold himself above you to not crush you.

As you both came down from your highs, you sought out Changbin’s eyes. He could see the love reflecting out of them. “Thank you Binnie, it was… amazing. I love you.”

“I love you too, y/n. So much.” Changbin gave you some slow kisses before carefully pulling out of you, wincing from loss of contact. “I’ll be right back baby, stay right there.” He disappeared into the bathroom and you lay there, blissed out and happy.

Changbin returned a few minutes later with a warm, wet towel and some water. “Drink this baby, please,” You slowly sipped it as he cleaned any fluid and sweat off of your body, being gentle and soft. Once you were all done and redressed, Changbin rejoined you in bed, cradling you to his chest.

“Thank you for choosing to share yourself with me, angel. I know that was a big deal for you. It was for me too.” He pressed a soft kiss to your head, holding you until you both fell asleep, a soft smile on both your faces.

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vex91 · 11 months

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WJSN Masterlist

(f) - fluff, (a) - angst, (af) - angst + fluff (s) - smut

Kim Hyunjung:

- Our secret (f)

- Unexpected (f)

- Sweet jealousy (f) (s)

Wu Xuanyi:

Nothing yet...

Kim Jiyeon:

- Our secret (f)

- Caught (f)

- Wingwoman (f)

Chu Sojung:

- Doesn't matter (f) (s)

Park Soobin:

Nothing yet...

Lee Luda:

- Sunday's discoveries (f)

Nam Dawon:

Nothing yet...

Son Juyeon:

- Worth it (f)

Cheng Xiao:

Nothing yet...

Meng Meiqi:

Nothing yet...

Lee Yeoreum:

Nothing yet...

Lim Dayoung:

Nothing yet...

Yu Yeonjung:

Nothing yet...

OT13:

Nothing yet...

#wjsn x reader #kim hyunjung x reader #xu xuanyi x reader #kim jiyeon x reader #chu sojung x reader #park soobin x reader #lee luda x reader #nam dawon x reader #son juyeon x reader #cheng xiao x reader #meng meiqi x reader #lee jinsuk x reader #lim dayoung x reader #yu yeonjung x reader

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banananutsmuthie · 1 year

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Congratulations on your writer anniversary!

Would you rather: See Weki Meki blow up in Korea with their remaining comebacks but they disband after their contracts expire? Or keep the group for another 5 years with their steady growth they have now?

What’s your favorite work you’ve written? What’s the most difficult to write?

What are some of your favorite works now? Any favorite writers at the woment?

I really like this picture of Yoojung :)

Assuming normal contract length of 7 years, it would mean they have 2 years left. I think it'd be better to get 5 more years out of them if its guaranteed in that situation.

I would probably say YouWeMe Part 9 was my favorite to write. It's not the hooniest, nor is it popular. It's not even my best work and it's not even reader insert, but what I loved is finally piecing all the foreshadowing and events of the previous parts of YouWeMe together and revealing everything to the reader from the perspective of Yoojung. YouWeMe was my pet project and seeing readers send asks after every part released got me excited with the thought of, "Oh man, you thought the red notebook was the plot twist, wait until the real plot twist drops!"

For most difficult to write, I'd probably say Fairytale was very draining because of the amount of research I had to do for the medieval vernacular. Like no cap, I googled the etymology of a lot those words and made sure it was at least within that medieval time period, words like "Ræd, and "Badde". Then there was the research into things like what I would find in a dungeon, and which fairytales I could use as a template for the story. I even spent a lot of time on the descriptions of all the members, trying to liken real-world event that happened to them in ways that would fit in the story. For example, Wendy's real-life injury portrayed in the story as "forgetting to drop the drawbridge for her", or Irene's controversy with her stylists. It was so much work that by the time I got to the smut part, I was already pretty drained.

As for the last question, there are A LOT of excellent writers and a lot of extremely well-written fics. Many of them you probably already know. So instead, I wanna shed a spotlight on some writers and fics that fly under the radar/aren't as active, because they absolutely deserve the praise and accolades as well.

@themanthemyththeverite - Anytime I read any of Verite's work, I'm always in awe of his prose, no word is wasted in his storytelling. Legitimately one of the best. Probably the one writer where I read his work and think, "God damn, I wish I could write like that." That is not hyperbole. Hope you're doing well, good sir!

@sorrowedgazed has two of my favorite angst fics with time machine (ft Minju) and this is how you fall in love (ft. Chaewon). They tug at the heart strings in ways that I never expected on this platform.

@cataboliac - I spoke with him recently even though he hasn't been active; he's legitimately one of my favorite people on the platform and an overall likable dude. I'm not usually a fan of AU and know nothing about WJSN, but super hero Yeoreum in Super Yummers: Chapter 1 had me immersed in the story from the first paragraph. It's been over nine months since it released and I still think about it to this day.

#asks #general ask

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lustspren · 1 year

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If it wasn’t about smuts, would you still be writing K-pop fanfics? Have you had non-smutty ideas you wanted to write?

Yes, of course! In fact, I have written a few drafts of non smut fics. Momo and Sana, Bona and Yeoreum, Mina and Chaeyoung, etc. So yes, I would continue to do so.

#asks

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✦ Nome do personagem: Lee Yeoreum. ✦ Faceclaim e função: Kim Seolhyun - Atriz. ✦ Data de nascimento: 10/07/1995. ✦ Idade: 28 anos. ✦ Gênero e pronomes: Feminino, ela/dela. ✦ Nacionalidade e etnia: Coreia do Sul, sul-coreana. ✦ Qualidades: Determinada, extrovertida e compassiva. ✦ Defeitos: Teimosa, lenta e atrapalhada. ✦ Moradia: Mount Olympus. ✦ Ocupação: Veterinária na Pegasus Wings. ✦ Twitter: @MO95YEO ✦ Preferência de plot: ANGST, CRACK, FLUFFY, ROMANCE, SMUT. ✦ Char como condômino: Calorosa e animada, Yeoreum é a típica moradora que sai por aí papeando com todos e sempre está disposta a ajudar em qualquer situação. Não é um dos melhores exemplos de tranquilidade e muito menos de organização, recebendo muitas vezes puxão de orelha de vizinhos devido a esses pontos.

TWs na bio: abandono parental. Biografia:

A história de Yeoreum começa bem antes do nascimento da garota. Seus pais não eram um casal muito comum, sua mãe e seu pai – Bora e Haneul, respectivamente – conheceram-se enquanto faziam um mochilão pela europa quando estavam beirando aos 20 e poucos anos e se apaixonaram perdidamente um pelo outro. Não foi surpreendente para os familiares saberem que 6 meses depois de se conhecerem já estavam noivos e morando juntos num condomínio em Seul.

Claro que a despreocupação dos pais dos noivos muito vinha devido ao grande poder aquisitivo que tanto Haneul quanto Bora possuíam. Um era filho de um político bastante conhecido pelo seu carisma – e um tanto pela corrupção – enquanto a outra era filha de uma grande CEO que tinha sob seu comando uma das maiores empresas de cosméticos da Coréia do Sul. Mas outro fator que também fez com que nenhum queixo caísse no chão de surpresa foi devido ao histórico dos noivos, por terem uma personalidade impulsiva (ou “desmiolada”, como alguns parentes diriam) era claro que em algum momento da vida eles fariam algo que causaria um grande impacto na família, fosse para o bem ou mal.

O casamento não demorou muito para ser planejado e realizado, com direito a uma festança e lua de mel para diversos países da Europa, inclusive o lugar onde eles se conheceram, Grécia. Devido ao repentino matrimônio, a mídia não perdeu tempo em colocar o novo casal como um símbolo de perfeita harmonia e paixão, o que fez com que ambos ganhassem uma grande fama. Era mais que óbvio que ambas as partes das famílias tirariam vantagem sob esse casório e fariam dos dois pombinhos uma grande mina de dinheiro.

Por mais que o casal tivesse grande popularidade nas redes sociais, eles sempre mantiveram a linha de até onde eles iriam expor suas vidas e a grande maioria de seus fãs respeitavam os desejos de ambos. Porém, tudo começou a dar errado quando um paparazzi tirou foto de Bora em um passeio durante suas férias em Cancún e um rumor de que ela estaria grávida começou a percorrer diversos tabloides. Devido a invasão de privacidade, o casal teve que ir à público e expor o que eles vinham guardando a 4 meses para milhões de pessoas, algo que era para ser somente deles e dos familiares: Bora estava grávida de sua primeira filha. Após o nascimento de Yeoreum, o casal decidiu em uníssono que queriam sair dos holofotes o mais rápido possível, eles não queriam que a sua filha sofresse com as consequências da fama com tão pouca idade e nem que ela se tornasse uma fonte de renda, assim como eles eram para suas famílias. Por isso, depois de diversas discussões com seus familiares, Bora e Haneul decidiram mudar-se para uma outra cidade, a fim de dar à sua filha a oportunidade de ter uma vida normal e pacata. O crescimento de Yeoreum foi natural e tranquilo – na medida do possível – não haviam paparazzis para fuxicar sua vida e nenhum familiar para cobrar que fizessem alguma aparição em algum evento importante, mas nascer em berço de ouro lhe trazia oportunidades que muitos nunca teriam a chance de ter.

Yeoreum nunca se importou com fama e bens materiais – exceto pela sua coleção de animais em miniaturas – o que não era esperado por ninguém, já que seus pais, por serem grandes babões de sua única filha, lhe davam de tudo e do melhor, mas isso nunca agradou muito a garota. Os abraços apertados de seu pai e penteados espalhafatosos que sua mãe fazia já eram o suficiente para ela, e isso nunca seria comprado com dinheiro nenhum na face da terra. Ações como essas sempre foram as que a garota mais almejava receber, eram simples, mas muito calorosas. O coração de ouro da coreana sempre foi uma grande característica dela, graças ao bom ambiente que cresceu ela sempre foi muito amável com todos ao seu redor, principalmente com colegas de sala, e sempre acolheu aqueles que estavam passando por dificuldades.

Aos 14 anos, Yeoreum foi abandonada repentinamente. Após ser deixada na casa dos tios em Seul para passar um fim de semana com eles, ambos seus pais desapareceram do mapa, o motivo de terem feito isso? Não se sabe até os dias atuais. Na época, a garota não lidou muito bem com o acontecimento e se tornou uma pessoa amarga e fria, seus tios felizmente resolveram pegar a guarda da menina para cuidar dela, mas pelo estado sensível que Yeoreum se encontrava foi muito difícil, por parte de seus parentes, criar vínculos. Através de terapia e muitas conversas, após 8 anos do trágico acontecido a vida da garota voltava aos trilhos, ela havia conseguido entrar numa faculdade, participava de ONGs, ajudava seus tios nas tarefas domiciliares e o mais importante de tudo, voltava a sorrir. Mas claro que era impossível esquecer o que havia lhe acontecido, principalmente quando depois desses longos anos nenhum resquícios de ambos havia sido achado. Várias buscas haviam sido feitas atrás de seus pais, mas nenhuma delas teve sucesso. Por mais que parecesse loucura, Yeoreum achava que seus pais não queriam ser encontrados e ela podia entender um pouco do ponto de vista deles.

Seus tios, diferentemente de seus pais, sempre gostaram de viver no luxo, o que acabou levando Yeoreum a viver em casarões durante toda a sua adolescência. Para uma garota que sempre viveu em casas onde haviam no máximo dois quartos e um banheiro durante sua infância, se acostumar com aquele estilo de vida foi bem complicado no começo, porém, não foi impossível. Por já estarem cansados da sua velha — ou não tão velha assim — mansão nos arredores de Busan, os responsáveis de Yeoreum começaram as buscas de um novo lar, e por serem rigorosos quanto ao tipo de ambiente que eles queriam, essas buscas seriam bastante demoradas. Seul era a cidade onde eles tinham maior preferência de achar alguma moradia, e já fazia algum tempo em que eles desejavam voltar aquela agitação que somente essa localidade tinha, logo, nada mais justo do que começar sua caça ao tesouro por lá.

Após entrar em contato com algumas imobiliárias, e ouvir fofocas de alguns familiares, os tios de Yeoreum descobriram que um certo condomínio havia acabado de abrir suas portas para a entrada de moradores, o Acropolis Complex. Após visitarem o local, ficaram encantados com a infraestrutura do lugar e de como era feita a organização dos blocos que haviam ali, além disso, a luxuosidade do condomínio fez com que ele ganhasse vários pontos com o casal. Após mais algumas semanas matutando sobre a decisão de ir morar lá ou não, os tios de Yeoreum finalmente haviam esclarecido suas mentes e colocaram o plano da mudança em ação. Depois de alguns contratos aqui e outros ali, as malas e caixas de papelão já estavam começando a serem arrumadas para comportar todos os itens da família e enfim serem levadas para Seul. A coreana não sabia se estava devidamente preparada para o novo capítulo de sua vida que ela estava começando, mas com o apoio de seus tios, ela sabia que estaria em boas mãos.

#aceitos #lee yeoreum #yeoreum #kim seolhyun #atriz #veterinária #pegasus wings #mount olympus

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girlgrouptrash101 · 5 years

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Yeoreum as Your Girlfriend

Request: “yeoreum as ur gf! :] that is until u can write it”

A/N: I hate school so much she's just not doing it for me at ALL honey

- C

The biggest baby energy radiates from lil Yeoreum

when you asked her out, she was so excited and bubbly that she jumped into your arms and kissed you on your cheek before you could even react

whenever you organize a date with Yeoreum she literally counts the days, you make her so happy and she just can't help but looks forward to it

alwAys gets her way with her puppy eyes and pouts

definitely that girlfriend that leaves sticky notes and drawings all over your house for you to find over the next few days

it's really cute because they always make you smile, and you keep them in a box to look back on when you're really missing her

matching lock screens that make a picture of you two when you put your phones together

is the softest human ever, like when you're just lying together in bed she brushes your hair softly out of your face and gives your butterfly kisses all over your face

until she finally reaches your lips, and you can always feel the bright smile on her face as she kisses you, and the butterflies in your tummy always come back to you

so many sleepovers at the WJSN dorms because Yeoreumie gets lonely in her big room alone now that the Chinity are promoting in China

you love spending time with the other girls, and they always gush over how cute you and Yeoreum are

plus they always take the best pictures of you together like yas couple photoshoot time

Whenever you buy her gifts she always repays you with kisses and it's so cute

Biiiiig foodie omg

the way to this girl's heart is fried chicken baby

she loves baking dates too because she gets to eat all the leftovers, and of course, she stuffs her face with the finished product too

you always make her dinner when she comes home from a long schedule or bring her snacks to the practice room

and you always have to bring so many because feeding 13/10 girls can be a struggle I mean

Yeoreum is usually quite quiet and reserved, but when she's around you she just let's all her worries to and has so much fun

like she could talk for hours and you'd listen to every single word, no matter what it was about

she just gets so excited to tell you her news and stories in your life that it brings you joy to hear the excitement behind her words, and watch how the smile on her face just grows and grows with every happy memory

whenever Halloween comes around she gets you matching costumes to wear to the company Halloween party

or matching ugly Christmas jumpers for the end of year party

Yeoreumie gets jealous pretty easily, but only because she usually makes it so obvious that you're dating that wow??? someone could really be that dense

like Yeoreum ain't shy to show someone you're hers, so don't worry about ever being bothered by anyone because she'll soon swoop in and save the day

lOves spamming you over text

"I miss you Y/N" , "I love you Y/N" , *spams a million emojis and selfies*

HEART EYES 24/7 BABY 😍

put your hand in her back pocket while you're walking together and watch her get so flustered,,, she just loves it, and you, so so much.

tl;dr Yeoreum best girl.

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Biggest baby energy

loves being taken care of, and will always listen to you when you need her to

thrives off praise like she just loves to be told how well she's doing

when Yeoreum wants something she'll do everything in her power to get it off you, and she's never subtle

from climbing on your lap, kissing your neck, leaving marks until it gets too much and you have to give into her

she has probably gone as far as performing her drunk in love choreography for you before lmao

will not hesitate to make out with you for hours until her lips are swollen,,

both of you in a daze after the taste of cherry lips and passionate whispers between kisses

whenever she misses you and is feeling really needy, she always puts on one of your hoodies or t-shirts and touches herself

it makes her feel really smol, and if Yeoreum can't be with you when she really needs you, then having your scent while she breathes out your name in pleasure always makes up for it just a bit.

loves being marked and claimed as yours, and because she's always in front of cameras the marks beneath her clothes feel like her dirty little secret, and it the thought of someone seeing something thrills her

definitely into the idea of someone hearing you fuck Yeoreum, she wouldn't mind anyone knowing just how good she felt in that moment

always manages to get you in her pants in the dorms, and no matter how quiet you think you two are,,,, the girls always tease you in the morning and you know they heard everything eek

loves biting you, especially your neck and bottom lip when you're kissing uwu

she always holds you so tight afterwards, whispering sweet nothings and 'I love yous' as she drifts off into a deep slumber

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passingnotions · 3 years

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Confectionery | Yeoreum

smut, quickie

A/N: Short piece as I try to figure out how to finish another TT. Those candy outfits kinda did something to me. Also, @worldsover nominated for editor of the year, thanks again.

Distraction. Stray thoughts invade your mind.

Continuing the impetuous thrusting, you question, how? Right, you were third wheeling. Why the fuck did you agree to that?

“Yess... fffuck” she squeals. A carelessly erotic spank, she moans in satisfaction.

Hope the fucker got his. Your best friend and a girl. Give ‘em some space after an hour or so. Let the magic happen. A simple enough favor, but a stupid idea. Why the fuck did you agree to that? Has it been two hours? You were supposed to meet up by the first. No way he lasts that long.

“M-my hair,” between labored breaths, “pull my- mmph!” Your grip fierce, she bites her lower lip. Pound away.

The yearly fair was fucking boring, anyway. Bright lights and loud sounds saturated your senses, and before you knew it the candy shop offered refuge. Might as well indulge to waste time. Who the hell fucks at the summer festival? You, apparently.

“Fuck, it’s so deep.” She can barely get the words out, your vigor rising with each thrust. While one hand grasps at her hair, the other rests at the base of her spine to keep the damn tulle skirt off her ass.

Well, you decided to indulge. Sweets scattered about small bins, can’t pick up any without tongs. “Miss...?” She was quick to your aid. The nametag read Yeoreum. What were these uniforms? The skirt brushed your jeans as she helped with the candy, the woman nudging herself between rows of bonbons and your crotch. Picking out some for you, a conversation kicked off.

“You’re so fucking tight” you blurt out, the pace still consistent.

“P-please keep going like that. I’m so... fucking close.” Pulses around her walls.

A college student stuck at work on a Saturday night. Your attention span could only follow the exchange for so long, the dainty figure drew your gaze every time she turned around. Soft and delicate shoulders. Her arm extended and chose among the bright gummies. One dropped in the bag.

Her back, holy fuck her back—that’s about it for this one. If you know, you know. Yeoreum turned, “anything else?”

Her tone hooked you, eyes confirmed intent and the skirt kept you aware. The lack of personal space was a choice, her choice. A door at the end of the hall: Employees Only. You followed, thin and fit legs enthralled your already hungry mind. How did it click, and when? No clue. You were both on the same page, that’s all you needed to know.

You fuck, arousal dripping down her folds and your shaft. Moans fill the storage closet alongside gratifying groans. Her walls flutter, your cock pumps away without care. You climax in unison.

She’s now filled. A drop of white is about to fall before being caught by her underwear. It slathers on her pussy, a dark spot forming on the thin, pink fabric as she pulls them back on. Both faces flushed red, you take a moment to breathe.

Such cloying, cheap treats. You toss them in a nearby bin and your phone vibrates.

2 Unread Messages. 1 Missed Call

“Yo, took an Uber back to the dorm, couldn’t reach you. Sorry.”

Sorry my ass. You tap on the other.

“Nice to meet you, btw.” The nameless phone number is accompanied by a profile picture. How Yeoreum was able to allure and seduce while looking so charmingly cute, you don’t know. Your fingers bring up a reply.

“What time do you get off again?”

Lock phone. Unlock phone.

“Oh, nice to meet you too.”

#kpop fanfic #kpop smut #wjsn fanfic #wjsn smut #male reader #reader insert #yeoreum

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existslikepristin · 3 years

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Yeo Reum is Our Reum

I got this request from a member of my discord server after winning a little contest I did. Twas fun (from my perspective ohoho) :O

Also for the 4 people who are wondering, just about all of my backlog will be done getting posted in the next couple of days, at which point I will be updating my masterlist.

Tags: WJSN, Yeoreum, male OC Jay, college life, mistake roommates, okay not a mistake, wild sex, request

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Jay had been roommates with Yeoreum for months. Theirs was an awkward situation sometimes, considering that they shared a room. One room, not a dorm. An actual, single room. A big room, with beds separated by fifteen to twenty feet of space, but still a single room. Student services claimed it was an error and they were working on adjusting the arrangement so that one of them could be moved to a different room.

It was a complicated situation. They had agreed to always sleep in pajamas, and they would change exclusively in the bathroom. It worked, for the most part, because they followed those rules, for the most part. For the sake of convenience, they had both broken the rules on more than one occasion.

Roomie’s in the shower? Change in the bedroom. Roomie’s out for dinner? Change in the bedroom. Roomie’s asleep? Change in the bedroom.

On the rare occasion that didn’t work out correctly, or they didn’t move fast enough, one of the roommates would catch a glimpse of the other’s body. And while both of them would express embarrassment and apologize, they never really stopped. In fact, it became a little more common each month.

Yeoreum in particular was finding herself guilty on a somewhat regular basis. A topless moment here, pulling up her shorts at the exact moment of Jay entering there, one mildly tipsy night falling asleep on top of her blankets with her dress flipped up above her underwear-less ass. She would never admit it, but she wasn’t quite so sure she cared. In fact, the idea of Jay catching these naked glimpses of her was even a little exciting.

She would occasionally manufacture these moments. Nothing too wild, she would tell herself. Nothing wrong with a slip of her shorts as they studied. Nothing underneath her thinnest shirts wasn’t such a big deal.

What Yeoreum would never admit to (not that she’d admit to exposing herself either) was that she would, every once in a while, aim to catch those sorts of situations with Jay too. Perhaps she would come home a little earlier than she had advised. Perhaps she would leave her laptop’s webcam turned on by accident when she would be in the bathroom. What’s the worst that could happen?

Jay wasn’t entirely oblivious to this either. But without her declaring her consent, he always tried to remain respectful, eyes bolting in any direction but Yeoreum’s tits, ass, legs, feet, tits, neck, ass, or tits. But with the months passing by, and student services dragging their duties behind them like balls on chains, it was getting difficult to keep his eyes chaste, or even keep his fetishes in order with all of the parts of her body Yeoreum was carelessly revealing and making look very, very sexy.

But one fateful night, the rules changed.

It started with Yeoreum getting out of the shower. She left the bathroom with her sports bra and leggings on, per the usual rules. But the sports bra was intentionally quite revealing. All it took to pop both of her nipples out was a lift and stretch of her arms, which she did quite casually in order to “tie her hair up” before she left for her workout.

“And you’re sure you don’t want to come to the gym with me Jay?” she asked. She knew he would say no, considering how busy he said he was with homework, but all she wanted was his attention on her while she pulled her ponytail straight.

“No, thank you for the offer. I’ll definitely go next time th--” His breath caught as he looked at her, then immediately looked away. Yeoreum smirked. She knew he saw. It was time for the next phase of her plan.

“Cool cool,” she said, “Oh but before I go, have you seen the G2 I was using for notes? I think I left it near your desk.”

Yeoreum knew very well where the pen was, and it was below one of the draws of Jay’s desk. But to keep up the tease, she leaned over him, her boob nearly brushing against his face as she pretended to look over the top of his monitor.

“Nah, nah. I haven’t seen it. Definitely not on my desk though, sorry.” Jay didn’t know for sure, but he knew he could find the pen on his own if he didn’t have a glorious pair of tits comfortably seated in a tight, revealing bra fighting to take up his entire field of vision.

“Shoot. I could have sworn it was over here. Gimme a sec.”

Jay tried to back up a little bit, but Yeoreum was already on his lap. Her bare stomach draped across his knees and perky butt in the most spankable possible position. A perky butt which was clothed in the thinnest, most form fitting, and unnecessarily short leggings Yeoreum owned, and nothing else. She only had to bend her knees to reveal her entire ass. Half of it spilled out of the leggings, and the other half, including the line where her ass met her legs, was clearly visible through the unreasonably sheer fabric.

“Yeoreum…” Jay stuttered, but she didn’t let him finish his thought, as she flipped one leg over his head so she was straddling him, her head underneath his desk. Her pussy was clearly visible through the stretched leggings.

Jay was sometimes a little dense when it came to understanding when someone was flirting with him, but Yeoreum was being far too obvious for him at that point.

He coughed. “Yeoreum, if you keep doing that…”

“Maybe it’s like, under the back or something?” She crawled forward a bit and put her knees on the floor, arching her back to back her butt pop as much as she could.

“Oookay,” Jay said, grabbing her by the waist, “Let’s find the pen.”

He lifted Yeoreum up a bit and yanked her out from under the desk. She squeaked as he did, not expecting him to be quite so rough. Being the significantly larger person that he was, he easily flipped her over and picked her up, one hand cradling her back and the other almost fully engulfing one of her ass cheeks. She didn’t have the time to comment before he pulled their heads together.

The kiss was primal. Their tongues were in each other’s mouths without a second thought. In fact, there was hardly a first thought. Jay stood up with Yeoreum in his arms and pushed her up against a wall. Her legs wrapped around his back and she wriggled to grind herself against his stomach.

But the dynamic movement wasn’t over yet. Jay detached Yeoreum’s legs and tossed her over to her bed. She got a bit of wind knocked out of her when she landed, but that hardly mattered to her. She immediately sat back up to tear off her sports bra. She laid back to take off her leggings too, but Jay got to them first, actually ripping them open.

“H-hey! I really like th-- Oooh.” Yeoreum was on the verge of scolding Jay, but shut up instantly.

Jay’s face was right in the ripped section, tongue already lapping at everything within reach. He found her clit and she found her bliss, nearly tearing out both her own hair and his as ecstasy overtook her.

Yeoreum had been waiting for that moment for quite some time. She was the reason that student services were having such a hard time getting their rooms adjusted. It happened that she knew someone who knew a guy who knew someone else who could keep marking the case as finished any time some work was put into it.

And now that she had accomplished her mission of getting Jay to make the first move (more or less), she was losing her mind in the satisfaction. Jay’s face mashed up in her thighs, his lips and tongue stroking her from hood to taint and back, and the way he manhandled her legs out of his way had her on climaxing within minutes. Her legs clenched inward, but his arms kept her still. Her back and arms were still free to buck and spasm though. She gasped and her eyes rolled back. The tiniest thought floated in the back of her head that she’d released a monster, but it was shot down right away.

Jay had, at some point in the chaos, removed his own pants, so when he dragged Yeoreum off the bed before she’d recovered from her orgasm, she was met with his cock already pressed up against her cheek.

Yeoreum’s lust-addled mind still recognized what was going on. She opened her mouth and Jay put his dick in it. It was simple as that. Simple until Yeoreum began mindlessly bobbing back and forth on it. She slobbered all over Jay’s cock until her spit was dripping off of it, onto her chin, and between her tits.

Jay felt like he was in heaven, but he couldn’t stand having so little contact with Yeoreum’s beautiful body. He grabbed her under the arms and pulled. Her mouth and eyes both gaped open out of shock, and she quickly found herself well above him.

A sudden fear of heights struck Yeoreum and she wrapped her legs around Jay’s stomach, hands clenching at his hair. The extra contact was exactly what he wanted. He bear hugged her to hold her in place and put his mouth on her chest, as it was conveniently located immediately in front of his face. Her hair pulling became more insistent as Jay sucked at and all around her nipples, hard enough that she could certainly expect hickeys later. A fleeting thought passed through her mind that a hickey would be embarrassing, but she quickly realized who would be seeing it and dissolved back into the pleasure.

“Fuck me,” Yeoreum gasped.

She wasn’t kept waiting.

Jay dropped Yeoreum back onto the bed, but was immediately on top of her and between her legs. In their heat, it was almost entirely by accident that he penetrated her, but neither of them took the time to question it. They were too busy bucking against each other, hardly able to find a matching rhythm. Yeoreum clawed at Jay’s back, moaning desperately.

Jay’s mind was just as far gone. His arm scooped under Yeoreum’s, grabbing her hair and pulling her head back and down. Not only did she not protest, she got louder. “Yes! Fuck me!” she shouted, a bit hoarse. Jay dipped to her neck, sucking at the throat, feeling her moans vibrate through his head.

Once they finally found a pace that was perfect for them to crash into each other repeatedly, which was unreasonably fast, Jay pulled his head back. “You tortured me… for months… You know that?”

Yeoreum, head still cocked back, smiled. Her words were just as choppy as his. “I’d apologize… but then you… wouldn’t... punish… me.”

She grabbed his free hand and yanked it up toward her neck. Jay got the message immediately, but barely had the clarity of mind not to completely crush her throat. He wrapped his fingers around her neck and squeezed, just until the moment her moans became more strained. But at the same time, they sounded quite content.

Jay’s labored breaths however, turned into grunts. “I think… I’m going--”

“Inside!” Yeoreum interrupted him viciously. “Cum inside!” Her legs clamped around him, surprisingly powerful, leaving him with no choice.

His lips found hers again. Each of them was greedy, trying to be the one forcing their tongue into the other’s mouth.

He came hard, slamming deep inside Yeoreum as if he hadn’t been doing so all along, grinding their pelvises together. They both felt the cum bursting out of him and pumping her full, over and over for so long they lost themselves in each other’s mouths, with enough force and volume that some squeezed out, dripping down her ass.

They slowly parted, eyes hazy. Yeoreum’s head popped up and she pecked Jay on the lips. He chuckled and fell off of her, onto his side. “I’m uh, a little sore,” he said.

“Let me see if I can soothe you,” Yeoreum responded, twisting around until she was on her stomach, mouth engulfing Jay’s still-hard cock, ass near his face. He blinked.

“I meant more like my arms, but that works for me.”

Yeoreum popped off of his dick, leaving it half clean. “Then I’ll be on top next. You’ve been torturing me too, you know.”

“What? I thought we both came.” Jay spread the asscheeks in front of him, watching his cum ooze out of her.

“Not at the same time though.”

Jay laughed and slapped Yeoreum’s ass. “Isn’t that unrealistic?”

She bounced up on her knees, contacting her butt with Jay’s hovering hand. “We’ll just have to try until we find out. And also, do that again.”

Jay obliged, smacking her ass again. Yeoreum squeaked and licked his cock again, going back to her work of cleaning him off. She wiggled around, prompting him to keep spanking until she was finished. Her butt was a bright pink by then.

“And my homework?”

Yeoreum repositioned herself, ass pointed back at Jay, straddling his cock and holding it right at the entrance to her pussy. “Seems like you might be turning it in late.”

#wjsn smut #yeoreum #kpop smut #male oc #request

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ggidolsmuts · 1 year

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Recommend some WJSN smut please 🥺

@ov105 and @writerpeach have some good Luda ones, @sinswithpleasure has a Eunseo/Yeoreum one. But that's all that come to mind immediately, there isn't much for other WJSN members iirc.

#asks

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42night-rpclosed · 4 years

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Late night, we can meet up late night, and maybe do some things you thought you’d never do.

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ja3yun · 5 months

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The Moon That Sometimes Shines | L.HS (TSTAB Alt. Scene)

lee heeseung x reader

warnings: smut (mdni), fingering, dirty talk, choking, pet names (baby girl, angel), alcohol, slight exhibitionism, if I missed anything lmk!

wc: 3.6k

synopsis: after seeing your ex-lover jaeyun and his fiance being close to one another, heeseung offers you a much needed distraction.

a/n: i accidentally deleted the original post so here I am at 3am re-uploading it :( anyway like i said the first time, this is part of the tstab series original plotline before i changed it but can be read as a stand-alone one-shot since this is an alternative scene.

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“Y/N! Hurry up, we’re going out tonight.” Eunseo’s pretty voice travels through the door. After confirming it was her you open the door and look at her confused. “Me, you, Heeseung, Jake, and Yeoreum are going out. Like a joint bachelor-bachelorette thingy.” She claps excitedly.

“Didn’t they already have their parties? You got really stressed when the inflatables you planned went to your elderly neighbour.” A chuckle leaves your lips as you recall the incident. The delivery of nonsensical blowup dicks and penis straws went to Mrs. Kim, a 87-year-old lady, who lives next door to Eunseo and she, unfortunately, opened it. Their relationship was never the same.

Eunseo scowls at the thought, “Please don’t remind me, she thinks I’m a sex pest or something now.” Her hand raised to stop you from saying any further as she carried on, “But this is just to let loose. After that walk and shit, I think they need it.” Nodding you agree and she smiles, “Then get ready! I’ve looked out your fit.” That could only mean one thing: you were going to be cold tonight.

After getting dressed you trail behind Eunseo you walk into the living room to find the rest waiting for you both which seems to be a theme this past week. Eunseo apologises like she always does and then hurries everyone as if she isn’t the reason the taxi fare is already up by £20.

Heeseung puts his hand on the small of your back, leaning down to whisper, “You look so fucking good, angel. If there wasn’t such a thing as bro code…” he trails off and leaves it there with a cheeky smile. To be honest you felt hot, probably the hottest you have in any of your best friend’s clothes. She had looked out a black corset top with lace detailing at the side, a white mini skirt with perfectly placed black bows on either side of your hips, and black thigh-high boots that were not the easiest to get on. This outfit called for your hair to be curled and eyeliner so sharp that it could open envelopes.

Nudging him you laugh and keep walking, “You couldn’t handle it.” You playfully sway your hips and Heeseung pretends to fall to his knees, a hand clutching his chest. When little moments like this happen, the world suddenly feels like it’s aligned.

The taxi drive is short, and full of chatter and excitement. Yeoreum and Jaeyun seem to have made up, her laughter and his hand on her thigh being your indications.

The club is busy, filled with people your age and younger just trying to get drunk. Thursdays are always the best day to go out; it’s cheaper and has a more student-based clientele than on a Saturdays when creepy men in their 40s come out from the shadows. Eunseo flashes her signature smile and you guys are let in without any hesitation. You look at her skimpy outfit and think that might have helped the situation.

Music and heat hit you all at once and it’s overwhelming but in the best way possible. The musky smell of alcohol and smoke from the machines feels like a time machine back to your second year of college, a mixture of shame and fondness washing over you as you remember the many hook-ups and walks of shame you did.

Eunseo grabs your hand and raises it as she leads you to the bar to get the first of too many drinks tonight. She orders two double vodkas with lemonade and two Baby Guinnesses, they've become your favourites over the years. As the bartender goes to make them she turns to you, “Are you going to make your move on Heeseung tonight?” A loud sharp laugh leaves your mouth at her question, she really wasn’t letting this go.

“Eunseo, he isn’t my type I have told you this.” The shots come first and you clink it on the bar and shoot it down. “He’s hot but I’m not interested.”

“Those two sentences don’t go together, babe. And what’s one night? You’ve been with plenty of uglier men than him.” Her eyes are on Heeseung at the other side of the bar, buying drinks for him and the bride and groom.

“I don’t know,” Of course, Heeseung was attractive, even more attractive now than 4 years ago. His perfect nose, attractive side profile, and when he smirked…god when he smirked. But could you truly do that to Jaeyun?

Your drinks are now in front of you both, “Come on, let’s dance.”

One hand holding your drink and the other holding Eunseo’s hand you lead her to a spot and start to move your hips to the music, letting all the tension you’ve felt go. A genuine smile creeps on your face and you down your drink. And another. And another.

Everyone was enjoying themselves and as your eyes land on Yeoreum and Jaeyun, you realise just how much fun they’re having.

Jaeyun’s hand is caressing her thigh, his tongue lapping up her mouth, and her tits are pressing into his chest. If you were closer you swear you could hear them moaning.

It’s hard to watch, your true love tangled in someone else, but that’s reality now.

Your view is obstructed by a broad chest clad in a loose My Chemical Romance t-shirt. Heeseung.

“What did I tell you about only focusing on me, baby girl?” His hands find home on your waistline and pinch them slightly to get you to look up at him.

“It’s hard, Hee” You confess, eyes glazed from the alcohol and forming tears. It was pathetic how upset you got over Jaeyun and Yeoreum considering you were the reason they found each other. If you hadn't left it would be your mouth smothering him with kisses.

Heeseung’s hands soothe over your hips, applying pressure the closer he gets to your ass. “I know, angel. It’s so hard to see someone you love with someone else.”

His eyes are staring deep into yours as if he’s confessing something to you.

What you don’t know is that back in school Heeseung was infatuated by you. The way you spoke, the way you laughed, the way you kissed. Whenever you kissed Jaeyun he would see how your tongue would move with his best friends and wish, no, pray that it was his just once.

He didn’t want forever, he just wanted once.

Once just so he could taste you. Heeseung knew you would always belong to his best friend, there was no doubt. Even back in the day he wouldn’t ever come between you.

But it isn’t like those days anymore. You aren’t Jaeyun’s and Jaeyun isn’t yours.

Obviously, he felt guilty for even conjuring up such an image of you and him but as you stare up, eyes glistening and hazed he can’t help but push the guilt to the back of his mind.

“Angel, only look at me from now on, okay?” He shouts it loud enough for you to hear over the club music.

Is it just you or have his lips gotten bigger over the last few years?

“Something on my face, Y/N?”

Oh. You’re staring at him. Yet you can’t stop. His smirk is spiraling you into a tizzy, his tongue poking just enough to lick his bottom lip. Maybe it’s the alcohol talking but you want to kiss him. Really badly want to kiss him.

Instead of responding, you lift your hands to his chest, splaying them over each of his pecks. He’s so toned under the t-shirt you can’t help but squeeze subtlety.

Bringing his lips down to your ear he whispers, “Want a distraction, baby girl?”

God yes

Heeseung’s breath is hot in your ear and the wetness of his lips is just barely touching your lobe. It’s driving you crazy. But…Jaeyun.

“What abou-”

He cuts you short when his teeth nibble the shell of your ear before he speaks, “Shhh. Told you I would help you this week didn’t I?” You can feel his smile widen as his lips ghost down your neck.

Shutting your eyes you try to focus on your breathing. Is it wrong to indulge in this? Jaeyun is over there with his fiance kissing and touching her, so why do you feel guilty for wanting to do the same with Heeseung?

Because it’s his best friend you say to yourself.

“C’mon, Y/N. I’m sure if I touched your pretty cunt right now I’d feel how much you want me.” There’s a stir in your stomach as he utters the words into the base of your neck.

Honestly, until now your brain had been so wrapped up in overthinking you hadn’t noticed how wet you had gotten. Somehow from the moment he touched your hips, your pussy pulsed, wishing his hands and mouth were all over it.

Heeseung’s head lifts and his eyes look into yours just like before, this time they’re filled with desire. He’s begging for the green light, the okay go, to prove his theory right.

And you give him it.

You allow him to touch you somewhere he has been dreaming about for years with a single nod. Sneakily, his hand reaches down and his middle finger runs over your soaked underwear. You bite your lip as he applies some added pressure to your clit.

“I was right, baby girl.” His arrogance in this situation is only adding fuel to your fire, “You’re fucking soaking. Is it all for me?”

You can’t look him in the eye out of sheer embarrassment because how did he get you so worked up like this so quickly? The only other person that has been able to do this is Jaeyun.

Leaning down so his lips hover over yours you can tell he’s holding back from kissing you despite his finger literally sitting atop your clit. “Answer me.”

“Yes.” It comes out breathy and needy. “For you.”

Heeseung closes his eyes. There is no going back if he kisses you right now and he knows it. “Tell me to kiss you.” His eyes don’t open but the way his hand massages your cunt you can tell he’s desperate, “Please, baby girl.”

Instead of words, you reach up to kiss him and let go of all inhibitions. Your actions cause Heeseung’s hand to move away from your vagina and back to gripping your hips firmly.

He inhales deeply while he kisses you like he is trying to use all his senses. Tasting you, hearing you, touching you, he is taking you all in. The only thing he wasn’t doing was looking at you, his eyes shut from the pleasure but he knows how you look because every time you kissed Jaeyun he memorised every detail of your face.

Heeseung’s hands grabbed your ass and you moaned from your throat while his lips still attacked yours, the noise sounds like music to his ears and it just makes him more eager to keep going. The alcohol running through his veins pushes him to his next action.

“Jump.” He instructs and you obey, jumping so you can wrap your legs around his waist. Even the feeling of you like this was heaven to him. He genuinely wished he could have gotten to you first all those years ago but he’ll settle for right now. “You listen to me so well,” Heeseung whispers against your lips and that’s when he sees you’re too far gone with lust to even care what he’s saying. Your kisses get more needy as he carries you to the back of the club.

The on-lookers have faces of disgust as you practically dry hump Heeseung all the way to a dark area in the club but you don’t care, you don’t even notice because all you can focus on is the aching radiating from your core and how his mouth molds perfectly to yours.

“Fuck, angel, you don’t even give a shit if people watch, hmm?” He’s mocking you and all you can do is whimper and ask for more.

Perching you up on a shallow shelf-like surface attached to the back wall you instantly spread your legs open and he slots himself in between, deepening the kiss. Heeseung’s 6” stature towers over you even when you’re sat on a high surface. He always loved how small you looked when you stood next to him.

His left hand is now lost in your hair making a mess of your once neat curls and his right was keeping you steady on the ledge. Pulling away he looks at your state, “You look so fucked out and I haven’t even started yet, baby girl.” Your skirt has turned into a belt due to it bunching up, leaving your whole bottom half exposed. Well almost. Your thin white panties are the only thing keeping you decent, and Heeseung needs them gone.

Luckily, the club is so dark and no one can see your uncovered core as Heeseung yanks them down your legs and holds it in front of you with one finger. “I can keep these, yeah?” Before you can answer he’s shoving them in his pocket. In the morning you would be mad because they’re your favourite pair, but right now you couldn’t care less.

Just like before his middle finger glides in between your folds collecting your juices but as fast as his digit was on you, it was off again, bringing it to his mouth and sucking on it. You can’t properly see his face but you can see how his eyes roll back, “I would eat your little pussy so good if it wasn’t so obvious what I was doing.” He didn’t mind people watching but if he could avoid it he would, and being on his knees with his face buried between your thighs would certainly draw attention.

“Hee,” Your voice is a whisper but he just hears it and leans down, “Please make me forget.”

Ah. Jaeyun. He almost forgot that’s why you agreed to let him do this. To distract you from his best friend and your broken heart. Guilt and a little something else fill Heeseung’s heart but he quickly pushes the thoughts to the back of his mind when your hand is palming his cock.

Throwing his head back exposes his adam’s apple and quick as lightening your mouth is on it, kissing it softly. “Jesus fuck, Y/N.” He huffs and his hands push you away, leaving you confused. “I need to touch you, baby girl, I gotta hear those sweet moans, or else I’ll go crazy.” Granted, he’s going to go crazy either way, whether it was from you touching him or him touching you, but he is aware he probably doesn’t have a lot of time and he can’t let this opportunity to make you cum slip from him. “Be good for me angel.”

One single kiss on your forehead and then he’s giving you what you want. Two of his fingers are teasing your entrance, rubbing circles gently around it. “Can you take the two of them or want me to start with one?” Heeseung might have been clouded by desire but he also wants you to be comfortable, not pushing you too far.

“I can take it.” You don’t care if you actually can’t, you just need to feel something.

“Of course you can, baby girl. You’re so good.” His words of affirmation are similar yet different to Jaeyun’s. He’s more firm with his words than your ex-lover, like he’s making you think you’re taking the lead but in actual fact, he’s always in charge. “Going to let me make you feel good? Forget about him?” All you can do is nod and crane your neck up to kiss him but he pulls away and raises his eyebrows, “Not going to ask? After I’ve been so kind to ask you if I can touch you?”

All while he’s speaking down to you, his fingers are still teasing your entrance. He doesn’t stop, that is another difference between Jaeyun and him. When Jaeyun teased you he would stop altogether and have you mewling for him to go back to what he was doing. But Heeseung knows it pays to play the long game, give you a constant taste of what he could offer, and make you beg for something you were already getting. It got him off so much to know his partners needed not what he could give them, but what more he could do to satisfy them.

“C-can I kiss you.”

“Yes, you can, angel.” And then without a breath, you’re kissing him, his fingers keeping their circular motions at an agonising pace. “How hard was it to ask, hmm?” He smirks and you could slap him for being so hot and annoying all at once if you weren’t so desperate.

You go to speak but moan instead as he puts some pressure down below, “Huh? You want to ask for something else, angel?” He didn’t have time to be doing this but it was so fun to watch you like this.

“Can you..” This is so embarrassing. When was the last time you asked for someone to finger you? “Can you fuck me…with your fingers?”

“Would be my pleasure, baby girl.” His middle and ring fingers slip inside you with a little effort, “Jesus, angel, how long has it been since someone fucked you?”

“4 months.” Not that you were counting but it was 4 months and 3 days. If you knew the time right now you could probably pinpoint the exact hours and minutes too. You were so busy with finals for Uni and work you didn’t have the time to indulge in your needs. That was probably why Heeseung was having such an effect on you.

Probably just because it was Heeseung in general.

He’s fucking you open, stretching you out so good you can’t help but grab his band t-shirt for more stability. “Hold my shoulders, it’ll be better.” It’s like you’re his lap dog the way you just follow all his instructions. You mumble an ‘okay’ and grip his shoulders tight. Once he feels you get more secure, he goes harder.

Almost like he is trying to feel every inch of your insides his fingertips pushing hard against your upper walls, just how you like it. As he feels your forehead resting against his chest he knows he’s got you. “You like it when I fuck you like this with my fingers?” and you nod, but that’s not what he’s looking for. His free hand grabs your jaw and forcefully lifts your head to look at him, “You know I need to hear you.” God, he is so hot.

“I love it, Heeseung.” Your winded words make him smug.

“You want to ask for anything else?” The grip on your jaw loosens and the back of his hand and fingers glide smoothly over your neck. Again here he is making it seem like you’re in control but you know exactly what he wants, “Anything at all?”

You almost can’t get the words out because he’s curling his fingers deep inside you, “Ch-”

“I’m sorry, baby girl I didn’t catch that?” He’s so self-satisfied with himself that he's getting everything he ever wanted.

“Choke me.”

And just like that his strong hand is wrapping around your throat, squeezing just enough. Heeseung knows the test the waters of your limits but honestly, you don’t have any, none that you know of anyway.

Heeseung’s hands feel different from Jaeyun’s, stronger, just like his words. The tightness of his hand cutting off your airways makes your eyes roll back and spine arch. “So beautiful, angel.”

The sweet words leaving his mouth don’t match up to his tight grip. Your head hits the wall sharply as he pushes you back but it only adds to the sensation of pleasure you’re feeling.

“Hee, m’gonna cum.” It’s not so much a warning because you’re cumming around his fingers. His digits hammer into you, the muscle in his arm ripples as he gives you all he has. Heeseung wants you to remember this he’s going hard and cutting off your air.

You’re such a beautiful sight.

“Doing so well for me, angel.” His pink glossy lips replace his hand on your throat as he kisses you where he knows there will be bruises. “So fucking beautiful.”

As your chest heaves and lungs gasp for air, you realise this is the first time you haven’t thought about Jaeyun. Mission accomplished, you suppose.

“Heeseung?”

“Yeah, pretty?” His hand retreats from your pussy as he stands back up to loom over you again.

“Thank you.” Biting your lip you want to say more but you don’t exactly know what to say.

His fingers tap your mouth, indicating for you to open it and you answer his silent command and open wide. The next thing you know he’s shoving his fingers into your mouth and you taste yourself. This is a new experience for you and you’d be lying if you said you didn’t love it and hope it isn’t the last time you’re sucking your cum off someone’s fingers. And if it happened to be Heeseung again, you definitely wouldn’t say no.

“Remember this whenever you think about him.” He starts staring deep into your eyes, “And if you ever need a refresher, you know what room I’m in.”

#i am an idiot #it's been a rough day okay my ult group disbanded #my head isn't in the right place #enha smut #enhypen smut #heeseung smut #heeseung x reader #enhypen x reader #aj writes

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