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bloodorangesoup · 4 months

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hey! would you mind writing sirius black x reader (ole flame or something) when they meet for the first time since azkaban at a meeting for the order? thank you and happy holidays!

thank u for requesting, hope this is OK! ♡

—you and sirius both get to go home eventually, 2.2k. fem

You were still kids when Sirius… went away. You thought he hurt James and Lily, and it didn't matter that you loved him because he was evil and cruel and he hurt the people he loved most in the world, and then you were outposted thousands of miles eastward, your life a shadow.

Remus sent you letters. You always answered, even when it hurt, but his last was too much to believe. You told yourself that someone forged his handwriting through a curse or some new gimmick, and then a second arrived with a smaller envelope hidden inside.

No name written on it. No Dear anything to begin.

Things are different to what you've been told. Please come home, it said. This penmanship was shaken like a hand out of practice, but something felt familiar in the curves and dots.

If Remus’ letter (and the second smaller one too) were in fact telling the truth, it means you did something awful, and so, for a while, you don't go.

Please, the next letter says, again enclosed within a larger explanation from Remus, I'm sorry. I just want to see you again.

Getting home isn't as simple as he might think. You have to picture the destination very clearly to disapparate, and you have no sustained recollection anymore of the places you used to go. You remember silly things, slices of memories; the four of them laughing in a big green field, the sweet smell of hair oil to your left; the beige walls of a rented flat where you'd lay in bed for hours, sometimes days at a time, before things got too terrible to sleep; a string-lit garden that last summer, hands of poker on a glass table. These places aren't real anymore. You can't go back to them.

Upon your request, Molly forwards you an address and a secret code.

Trains, buses, trains again. A long walk through a cold street. Some secret this or that. You arrive in the night and a frowning face ushers you in, past a painting sealed away and up the creaking stairs. You spend hours sitting on the end of a bed coated in dust waiting for the sun to rise, your back stiff with nerves. You could slip out before anyone else knows you're here, it's not as if Moody would give you away. But why did you come, if you were going to run straight back to your outpost?

You don't want Sirius’ betrayal to be true, of course. It took your breath away imagining what it would mean if he hadn't done what you thought. If it's all lies (as it seems to be), if he's innocent as he and Remus claim, it means you turned your back on him and left him to suffer, and he's still asking you to come home.

A few people stir for breakfast. Molly, who's voice you remember, and some younger sounding ones that may be her children, or perhaps the newer Order recruits. Then comes Remus’ voice. He sounds different. Less Welsh, more tired. Homely anyways as he passes your door with someone beside him.

“...any day now,” he's saying, “try not to worry.”

“I do worry. I've worried about it every day for years.”

You freeze up.

The stairs creak, Remus’ voice moving further away. “She doesn't need worrying.”

Sirius must stay at the top of the stairs for a moment. He sounds close. “I wouldn't know what she needs.”

“Come have some breakfast.”

“I'll write her again.”

“After breakfast.”

“What if she doesn't come?”

“After breakfast,” Remus insists. “She can ignore you once we've had toast.”

“I forgot how funny you are,” Sirius mutters.

Hearing his voice fills you with doubt. He sounds nothing like he used to, no easy confidence to be heard, just fatigue.

You look down at your hands. Hearing his voice has a new emotion sprouting, too. When you first learned what had happened to your friends, you felt anger like a knife everywhere you went. How could he do that to them? How could he do it to you, be that person, ruin everything you'd loved and made together? But later, when anger faded and grief ached, you'd missed the Sirius you loved. Shamefully, in longing pangs, you'd toss and turn to dreams where things were different.

Now there's a chance he might still be that person, and you're hiding from him in his own house.

“There's someone here,” Molly says as you leave your room, her voice nearly too quiet to hear from the kitchen. “Moody's told me this morning.”

“What?” Arthur asks.

“Who?” a younger voice says.

A small intermission of quiet. “Well, I don't know,” Molly says eventually, though she must have guessed it was you from the letter you sent. “But I'll need another loaf of bread. You'd better go, boys.”

“Mum,” one whines.

“Come on now.”

The stairs whimper as you descend, the bannister sticky with old gloss under your hand. Paisley wallpaper and drapes catch your eye as you pass the overflowing shoe rack. There must be more people here than you'd thought. The coat stand is similarly overloaded.

You can see into the kitchen as soon as you take the last step down. Molly stands wringing a dish cloth between her hands, two teenage boys at the kitchen table. Remus stands near her right with a cup of tea, and when he sees you, he genuinely smiles.

“Oh, good,” he says, the scar that bisects his lip pulling as he takes a sip of tea.

The teenagers turn to see you. “Bread, boys! Arthur, you can go with them," Molly says.

Arthur doesn't complain. You falter in the hallway, quiet as the trio of Weasley's leave the kitchen in their slippers to take a quiet exit from the front door. They smile politely as they go, but the boys whisper as the door shuts behind them. You wonder if they have an inkling of who you are, and then you wonder what you might say now they're gone.

Molly remains, inquisitive to know that you need privacy but also the security of her company. She was always smart like that.

“Come in, then,” Remus says.

“I–” You clear your throat. “I'm not sure I should.”

A startle of silverware against china.

Remus gives you one of his looks. It has tears threatening to well. Why didn't I fight to see him more? you think. Suddenly years have passed and he's changed, but his reassuring glances remain. It's like he's saying everything is fine, why wouldn't everything be fine? Chin up, dove.

Sirius appears in the doorway. Dark circles beneath grey eyes, his cheeks gaunt with hunger rather than the sleek sharpness he once possessed. He's still pretty, if wounded. It's as though you've found an old photo of him that's been smudged with age. He's stepped out of one of your moulding albums to haunt you.

“Angel,” he breathes, his hand clasped low on the doorway, “you're here.”

You look past him to Molly and Remus. There isn't a reality nor dimension where they'd let him stay here if they didn't believe his innocence. Remus explained it all in the letter and still you worried if he might have gotten it wrong, and simply believed what he wanted to believe, but it's not possible. Remus loved James so much, he would've killed Sirius himself if he really thought Sirius was the secret keeper who betrayed them.

So. It's a relief to be home.

You stare at him. “You look tired,” you say quietly.

“I'm fine. I am.”

He seems alright, considering. You'd even say he was handsome with his hair pushed away from his face, a dark shadow of stubble around his mouth, but he looks exhausted.

You're expecting him to say what you'd say. How could you ever think I'd do it?

Sirius was prone to similar bouts of pride, or righteousness, justice, whatever you want to call it, but he doesn't bother with that now. He looks at you as though you're the only person on earth, gaze narrowed but eyes wide, pain between his brows as he asks, “What's wrong?”

Your hand finches up to your cheek to wipe the sudden tear away. “I thought I'd never see you again.” Your Sirius.

“Don't be upset,” he pleads.

“How can I not be? I left you all alone for so long.”

He laughs roughly. “Sweetheart, what were you supposed to do?”

“Not just give up.”

“You thought it was me. That's the only thing you could've done. Either of you,” he says, gesturing backward with his hand. “It was hard… to know who to trust, at the end. It's not your fault.”

You really were only kids together, not half as in love as James and Lily, but that doesn't mean you weren't mad for each other. He looked after you. You would've had a life, you think.

“You were just gone,” you say, looking down at the floor between you, eyes tracing lines of wood grain. “Everyone. There was nobody left. And I just let you go.”

“Do you want to come here?” he asks. You lift your head. His hand is barely in front of him, fingers open, palm up.

It's like taking a stranger's hand for the first few seconds. You keep them low between you both, unfamiliar to each other. But, you find, as his fingers wrap around yours in that selfish way they used to do, squeezing rather than intertwining to make all of them fit, he remembers you.

You step a little closer, your arm to his chest, and look up at him through your lashes. It would melt him like a candle near a furnace, this look. He'd be smug or seething about something and you'd sidle in to stand between his shoes, unsure of what to say but determined to be there for him. It's the same now.

“What's wrong?” he asks under his breath.

“I left you all alone,” you repeat.

“It wasn't your choice, okay?” He smooths his free hand from your elbow to your upper arm.

Molly says something to Remus. He chuckles and says something in return. Happier to admit it if it's only for Sirius’ ears, you say, “I'm really sorry, Sirius. I miss you every day.”

“I miss you too,” he says.

You push your arms around his waist and hide your face in his chest, feeling for the lines of who he used to be, the dip of his spine in his back or the soft cotton of one of his old t-shirts. You regret hugging him at all, until he puts his arm behind your head, a shaky breath released against your crown.

I'm scared, he'd said. But I don't want you to be scared, okay? Barely twenty, he smelled of the sticky red powder on the end of matches after a night doing things he couldn't tell you about. You could tell him you loved him, and he you, but you weren't to discuss Order business. We'll be okay.

But Lily–

Everyone's going to be fine. I promise.

“You promised,” you say to yourself. Too quiet for him to hear, but he does.

“I promised you so many things I'm not sure what one you mean,” he says with a disappointed laugh.

You pull away, taking his face into two hands. “How do you feel?” you ask, ignoring the tremble working up from your wrists.

“What?” His eyes are dark.

“How are you? Did they– I mean, are you okay? Are you sick?”

“Remus has patched me up. And Cordelia, the medwitch, you know her?”

“I don't know anyone. I've been away.”

He nods sadly. “Yeah. Well, you look the same.”

“I don't.”

“You do! You look the same,” —he almost sounds happy, his lips curling into a smile— “sweetheart. Sweetheart–” He closes his eyes.

You push his hair behind his ears. “You don't look the same,” you confess, “you have wrinkles, right… here.” You touch the corners of his eyes.

“You're still beautiful.”

“Mm. You can't even see me.”

“I don't need to see you. I knew you would be.”

You rise up to kiss his cheek gently. “It's like you're back, like– like, I always felt like you were gone. And now you're home again. You are home, aren't you?”

He covers your hand with one of his. “You're here, so–”

You laugh together nervously. “Yeah, I'm here.”

“I have stuff to do to make it right.”

“Then we'll do it.”

“Okay,” he says. He swallows a breath, and wraps you in a surprisingly tight hug. “Did you read my letters?”

I don't want anything from you. Just to see you're okay.

“I read them. I'm okay. Don't I look okay?”

“You look perfect. Just like the last time I saw you,” he says. It startles you how suddenly he sounds like he did when you were young, his flirting drawl, voice velveteen.

“Not like that,” you laugh.

He pulls you as close as you can be, rough now, his arms solid around you. “I missed that,” he says, rubbing your back. “I forgot how you sound when you laugh.”

You've led very different lives. “I didn't forget yours.”

“You wouldn't. You love having things to hold against me.”

You stroke his hair. “Maybe a little.”

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bloodorangesoup · 4 months

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No literally 😭 and like they learn a convenient detail and all of the sudden Reid or Blake is like “I know why they’re doing this. As a child, when their parents-” and ITS ALWAYS A TRAUMATIC PAST BEING REJECTED BY THEIR PARENTS

I agree with how you said by seasons 7-8 it becomes formulaic. I’m rewatching the show and I’m on season 9 and last night while I was watching I was like “this is just the same thing over and over again and the solve of the case is just too convenient” but I still watch it because I love my characters 😭

it unfortunately gets to te point where when anyone says "we need to give the profile 😠" I start laughing

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bloodorangesoup · 4 months

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RAHHHHHH

seeing the post-relationship start content is amazing but I never knew we needed pre-friendship content im going CRAZAYYY

Hi idk if u have already written this if u have pls igonore but what about the first time bombshell reader calls Spencer beautiful?

fem, 1k

“Gideon has a new prodigy.”

Your head rises of its own accord. “Yeah?”

“He's younger than you. Twenty three, I think Hotch said. Fresh out of college, two degrees and working on a third? Or maybe he was getting his doctorate? I couldn't keep up.” Morgan shakes his head in disapproval. “Overeducated and under-experienced. He failed his physicals. The ones he took, anyways.”

“Ooh, ouch. A baby on the team before me,” you joke with a smile. “Genius baby, but a baby.”

Morgan smiles when you smile, he's too nice not to, but he picks up soon enough, crossing his arms where he's stood and wrinkling what was once a finely steamed suit jacket. “I don't know what Gideon's thinking.”

“Does anyone ever know what he's thinking? What's Hotch say about it all?”

Morgan reads what you're typing from over your shoulder and corrects a mistake. One day you won't need his help, but for now you take as much of it as you can get. You're not too proud to acknowledge when you mess up, you're a realist. Super sensible (in mind if not action).

“Hotch lets Gideon do what he wants, mostly. What can you do when he's one of the originals?” Morgan leans heavily onto his desk by the forearms and shrugs. You’re similar in this regard; complain, move on. You're similar in other ways, too. That's why you get along.

“Well, I want to meet this guy,” you say. “We'll be teammates just as soon as Strauss stops hating me. I'm one strategic boxed bouquet from a full pardon.” He laughs and touches your arm like he believes you. “Is he around?”

“Here they are now.”

You spin in Morgan's desk chair slowly. Jason Gideon is stalking through the office with his head in the contents of a manilla envelope, while a new face follows behind him talking a mile a minute.

“Obviously,” you hear Gideon interrupt as they get close enough. “Agent Morgan can explain that to you. Don't overthink it, Spencer, just try to get through it.”

He doesn't acknowledge you nor Morgan as he leaves Spencer and hurries up the steps leading to his and Hotch's offices. You aren't expecting much else from him. What little Gideon knows about you he doesn't like. If you ever get over the Strauss hurdle, it's him you'd have to convince next. You don't watch him cross the landing, your gaze focused on the man making his timid way toward you. Your lips part briefly, and then quirk into an overjoyed smile.

“Oh, you're beautiful,” you say without thinking.

He frowns at you.

“Reid,” Morgan interrupts, “This is Y/N L/N. She works in the sex crimes division. As you can imagine, we get a lot of crossover.” You stand, holding out your hand. “Y/N, this is Spencer Reid.”

“I don't shake. Sorry.”

You press your hand to your chest. “Oh, that's okay. I shouldn't assume…” Your voice melds into a silkiness that has his shapely brows furrowing further, “It's nice to meet you, Spencer Reid. You're really pretty, do you know that?”

Spencer peeks at Morgan quickly, who laughs good-naturedly. “She's serious, Reid. She's not making fun of you.”

“You'd know,” Spencer says. It isn't malicious, but it isn't exactly friendly, either.

You twist to frown at Morgan deeply. “Morgan, you're not being nice to him?”

“I'm being plenty nice, sweetheart, but this is how it works. I gotta haze him a little.”

“No, you don't.” You tip your cheek toward your shoulder to look at Spencer through your lashes. “He pretends to be worse than he is, I promise. But don't let him neg you, okay? You're smarter than he is–”

“Hey.”

“–and he's used to being the office pretty boy. It's jealousy, nothing else,” you finish. Spencer really is gorgeous now you're close enough to see his eyes. A brown like caramelised sugar tented by dark, dark eyelashes. When he smiles, the very slightest hint of teeth shows, and it makes him even prettier. You endeavour to make him smile again. “Sorry if I'm coming off a little strong. It's not my intention.”

“She's just nervous. You have everything she wants,” Morgan says.

You sigh forlornly. “Oh, doesn't he?” Spencer's confused pout is even cuter than his smile. “Getting into the BAU is about as easy as walking on water.”

“For a human,” Spencer says. “Easier if you're smaller. Like a water strider.”

There's a silence. Morgan is aghast, you think. You're in love.

“Yeah?” you ask, stars in your eyes as his own spark to life.

“Because water strider's can transfer their weight, but also due to their hydrofuge hairpiles. Their microhairs.” He catches himself, measuring your expression carefully. “Did you really wanna know?”

“Do you wanna get a cup of coffee and tell me about it?” you ask.

His lips part as yours had when you first saw him.

He's prevented from answering as Hotch's office door opens and the man himself walks out near the railing. “Good, you’re here. I have something to talk to you about.”

You grin at him. “I'd love to chat, Agent Hotchner, but I'm getting to know your new protégé.”

“I see.” He waits.

You would ignore him —Hotch has a soft spot for you (or rather, he likes you enough to put up with you, which is more than can be said about other members of his division) and he'd shrug off your dismissal— but you're really keen to hear what he has to say. Perhaps Strauss has changed her mind about your proposed trail basis with the team.

“I'm so sorry,” you say to Spencer, immediately re-dazzled by his pretty, lovely face. “It was really nice to meet you, Spencer Reid. Maybe next time you can tell me more about it.”

You give Morgan a quick thank you for the help with your paperwork and trust him to log out of your emails. In your rush up the stairs, you hear a wisp of conversation.

“Was she messing with me?”

Morgan laughs. “No, kid. That's how she is.”

"Oh... She's nice."

"You have no idea."

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bloodorangesoup · 6 months

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LITERALLY LOVE YOU IM SO GLAD YOU LIKED IT 🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶

Kinktober '23 Day 4 - Face Sitting (TBZ Sangyeon)

Kinktober 2023 Masterlist

Warnings: face sitting (duh), motorboating kinda, fingering, two switches talking to each other, needy sangyeon wants you real bad 🫦

Word Count: 2.9k

A/N: if someone held a gun to my head and said “write a fic under 1k” I’d get shot

Something was up with Sangyeon.

The Boyz’s latest comeback had just ended promotions so he had a few weeks to rest. By rest that meant working, but he got extra breaks here and there. Making the most of the extra time you two had together, you enjoyed a picnic near the Han river in the morning and planned to stay in and watch a movie afterward.

The first time it happened you weren’t focused on it. You were laying down on your picnic blanket, your sundress riding up to show the bottom of your thighs. Sangyeon sat next to you. Eyes closed, you felt his hand rubbing circles over your knee. You were caught off guard when the circles rose higher and higher on your thighs, the tips of his fingers quickly sliding under the hem of your dress. Your eyes shot open. Sangyeon looked as if he was in a trance, staring at the plush skin his hands exposed.

“Sangyeon,” you called to him. His hand stopped but stayed in its place. Your voice drew him back to reality. He looked at you completely unaware of how odd he was acting, especially being out in public during a busy time. He was never one for PDA, so his bold touches in a place as bustling as the Han river surprised you. “What are you doing?” Sangyeon looked down at his hand, reacting as if he had no idea how it got there.

“Oh.” Sangyeon shook out whatever thoughts he had lingering in his head. “Sorry,” he said with a shy giggle. You looked suspiciously at his crescent eyes, wondering what was going on in his brain. You closed your eyes again. It would probably come up again sometime later.

Later was now. Sangyeon’s head rested above your heart as you laid in bed watching a movie. It was clear Sangyeon wasn’t paying attention, his eyes were focused on your neck, eyes moving around to switch to your jaw, then your collarbones, then your face. That's when he finally noticed you staring back at him. His eyes widened at being caught staring.

“You good there?” Your hand came up to pet his hair. Sangyeon’s mouth opened to answer but nothing came out. After a moment you giggled and he buried his face in your neck trying to hide his blush.

“Don’t hide from me,” you said in between giggles. Your fingers lightly pinched the top of his ears. “These are red, you know?” He just pushed his head in deeper, giggling with you as he nuzzled his face against your jaw. His head shifted until it was in the crease between your neck and your shoulder. He continued nuzzling into the space. You almost expected him to start purring with how much he was rubbing his face against your skin, but you just brushed it off as him trying to recover from his embarrassment.

His head was back on your chest, you refocused on the movie. Sangyeon started fidgeting, distracting you from what was happening on the screen. His body curled into yours, his head shifting down to rest on your boob. Feeling the soft flesh move under his head, he bought a hand up, fondling your other breast. You tried not to pay it much mind, Sangyeon had used your boobs as stress balls many times before. However, something about tonight made his toying around feel extra needy. Maybe it was the way the whole day he had kept rubbing hands over any part of your body he could get to. Maybe it was the way buried his face in your neck, and now your boobs.

Oh, he was now burying his face in your boobs.

Sangyeon had a hand on each one, squeezing as his face nuzzled in between them. The way he did it seemed almost instinctual, like he needed it. His face was blissed as if he were in another world. Your hand came down to rub his back and he groaned. Your other hand rose to brush his hair from his forehead. For the second time today he looked up at you with that trance-like expression.

“What’s gotten into you, Sang?” you asked softly. Sangyeon studied your face, questioning whether to be truthful or make up some generic answer. He was halfway done with some excuse when you cut off his train of thought. “What's going on in that pretty little head, hmm?”

Fuck.

“Can I go down on you?” Sangyeon asked simply. He wasn’t technically lying about his thoughts.

What? That was it? That was what had turned Sangeyon into some feral cat all day?

“That's it?” Your eyebrows furrowed.

“What do you mean?”

“I mean,” you paused, “you’ve been all up on me today. That was all you wanted?”

There was a beat of silence before Sangyeon quietly murmured.

“Well, it wasn’t just that.” He avoided eye contact. When he looked back up you were smirking down at him, you had won.

“What else is there?” You kept rubbing his back, coaxing the truth out of him.

Sangyeon’s eyes went down, looking at your neck, or the straps of your cami, or anything but you as he spoke.

“I want you,” he paused.

“Yessss?”

“I want you to…sit…on my face.” He finished. His hands raised to motion towards his face, as if a visual of what he meant would have helped at all. You stared at him for a moment, wondering if you just heard what you heard.

“Sang?”

“Y/n.”

“I’d break your neck.” You said matter-of-factly.

“No you wouldn’t,” he shot back, looking at you with a face that said really?

“I would suffocate you with my thighs,” you added.

“Honestly,” it didn’t even take him a second to counter, “it’d be a good way to go.” You stared at him, doubt written all over your face.

“Sang-”

“You want to know what's been on my mind all day? Ever since you wore that fucking dress this morning I wanted to flip it up and bury my face in your pussy.” Your eyes widened. His blunt words shot straight to your core. “When I was touching your thighs in the park earlier all I could think about was having them wrapped around my head. I’ve been thinking about it all goddamn day and it's driving me crazy. I don’t care if you suffocate me with your thighs, that's kinda the point.” He finished his rant with a sigh. It felt like a switch flipped up in your head.

Sangyeon started again, softer this time, “Listen, we don’t have to if you don’t w-”

“I want to,” you cut him off. It was his turn to look surprised. He was unsure of what to do next. He hadn’t expected to get this far, he hadn’t even expected to tell you about this fantasy of his. “Sangyeon,” you snapped him out again, “kiss me.”

He wasted no time lifting his body to meet you in a kiss. Within seconds you were already breathing hard into each others’ mouths. Your teeth clashed as the kiss grew messy. You reached down, tugging at his shirt. He tore his lips from yours, panting as he spoke, “Clothes off. Now.” There was a deep hunger in his voice. Sangyeon got his shirt off quickly, turning to you and helping you pull your panties down. You were laying on the bed, elbows holding you up.

Sangyeon’s hands stroked the tops of your thighs, his right hand slid to your inner thigh. Your pussy clenched as his hand got closer to it. He pushed your inner thigh, spreading your legs apart, he groaned at your glistening pussy.

“Fuck,” he continued stroking your inner thighs. “So pretty for me, baby.”

Sangyeon was on his knees, sitting up straight on his heels. His arms wrapped around your thighs, you watched them flex as he pulled your body closer to him, blankets bunching up around you. He spread his legs apart just enough for him to lay each of your thighs over his. In this position you could see how hard he was in his sweatpants. Your hands itched to touch him, but when you reached for him he brushed your hand away.

“Not now, pretty. Right now’s about you.” His left hand was caressing the curve of your ass, his right hand moved up to your aching cunt. You let out a moan as his thumb pressed over your clit, his fingers splayed over your navel. His thumb began to move in circles, finally relieving some of the tension your body had built up. His hand shifted. His thumb turned the other way as his fingers moved from your mound to your folds, his middle finger prodding at your entrance.

“Don’t tease, Sang,” you huffed. He looked up to your face with a smirk. Leaning forward, his hand that was on your ass took hold of one of yours. He guided your hand to your breasts, squeezing them. It was an effective distraction as he slipped his finger into you. You hummed at the feeling, your pussy squeezing his finger as it slowly went in and out of you. He didn’t wait long before slipping another finger in, curling them towards himself, basking in the sounds it pulled from you. He moved his right hand to your stomach, feeling your heavy breathing moving up and down.

Your eyes were on the ceiling, focusing on the pressure building in your pelvis. Sangyeon’s fingers slipped out of you, his hand leaving you completely. You looked down at him, whining at the loss of contact.

“On your knees.” He helped lift you up, lying on his back once you were there. His head was just inches from the headboard, offering you a grip for stability. He tapped the side of his thigh, beckoning you to him.

Slowly, you shuffled your body to his. You held the headboard as you swung a leg over his body. You were hovering over his chest, your timidness rising. Sangyeon attempted to sooth your nerves, his hands rubbing the backs of your thighs.

“You look so beautiful from down here, jagi, you know that? Don’t worry about me, just come a little closer. I’ll take care of you.” His hands rose to your ass, massaging the soft skin before gently pushing your body closer to his face.

Sangyeon lifted his chin, his tongue coming out to lick at the wetness that had gathered at your entrance. You gasped, clinging on to the headboard for support. His tongue slid up, circling your clit before taking it into his mouth and sucking. All this as his hands continued to massage your ass, pulling you down harder onto his face. He released your clit with a pop and began lapping at your folds.

Sangyeon was in heaven. He pulled your knees forward, forcing you to drop yourself lower to reach his mouth. This new position allowed him to hold the sides of your thighs and push them closer together. His brain went empty with pleasure as your thighs squeezed him. There was you and your thighs all around him and your sweet pussy on his mouth and nothing else existed. His tongue slid into you, the muscle pushing its way in as far as it could go. When he hit a particularly sweet spot your body jerked over his mouth. You looked down and gasped.

“Fuck, I’m sorry baby, didn’t mean to- ah, didn’t mean to do that.” You spoke in between moans, Sangyeon didn’t stop. Your hips jerked again, you looked down apologetically. You were about to protest and tell him to stop, to tell him you couldn’t control your body on top of him like this, when he slightly lifted your pussy from his mouth.

He gasped in a breath, it sounded like the first breath he had taken in a while. “Keep-” A deep breath, “Keep doing that. Fuck, please keep doing that.” He was practically begging.

Like a starving man, he brought you back down onto him. This time his hands were pushing and pulling you back and forth, up and down. You could feel your body start to take over, the pleasure feeling too good, too inviting. Your hips seemed to move on their own as they started grinding against his mouth. Sangyeon let out a moan, the vibration flowed through your pussy. You looked down to see him gently blink up at you. He looked strangely innocent despite half of his face being buried in your cunt. His eyes were glassy, his pupils dilated as he watched you hump his face. You had half a mind to keep going but you released him for a moment to give him a breath. He continued licking at you as he caught his breath.

“Keep going baby. I want you to use me.” He turned to kiss your inner thigh. “Use my mouth, make yourself come all over my face.” Pulling you back to him, he laid his tongue out flat. He moved his head in a nodding motion over your clit. Your head fell back, your hips taking over once again. You released a hand from the headboard and brought it down to his hair, your fingers carding through the strands. Your hand tugged on his hair as your hips ground over him, first lightly, then harder. Sangyeon moaned at the feeling.

His hands squeezed your ass. His left hand raised and came down hard against your cheek in a slap, immediately rubbing it to soothe the sting. Your pussy contracted around nothing, the pleasure traveled up your body and ran to your shoulders, your arms, your fingertips. You were now fully riding his face and he was loving every second of it.

Sangyeon’s hips were lifting from the bed, searching for any kind of friction. He had half a mind to touch himself, but he couldn’t keep his hands off you. You were addicting. He needed this, he never wanted it to end. His cock was painfully hard, it was straining against his sweats and Sangyeon could bet there was already a wet spot of precum. But he couldn’t look down to check, he could only look up to see you above him. Looking down, he would only see your pretty pussy, your hips grinding it down on his tongue. Looking back up he would see your hand gripping the headboard like a vice. Your head was thrown back, tossing side to side as you tried to chase the feeling growing in your stomach. Your tits bounced as you moved up and down on him, Sangyeon lifted his hand to squeeze one of them. Fuck he was close. He didn’t think he could manage without some sort of touch, but his balls were tightening as he tried to control the jerking of his hips.

“Sang, I’m so close,” you cried. The pleasure was becoming too much but you couldn’t stop. Sangyeon’s arm wrapped under your thighs, securing you down on him. He was a moaning mess under you, only spurring you on more. He began moving his head in a circular motion, his tongue sliding deliciously over your clit. “Fuck, Sang- ah, I’m gonna come.”

Your orgasm tore into you. Your whole body shook. Your body fell forward, your head leaning against the wall for support. Sangeon didn’t stop. He kept licking over you and into you as your juices spread all over his mouth and chin. His own orgasm hit him as he felt your body shaking over him. His hips stuttered as he came in his sweats, a wet spot forming at the crotch.

You came down from your high. You looked down, Sangyeon was kissing your thighs. Slowly, you got off of him, your hips and thighs sore as you finally registered feeling in them. He pulled you down to lay next to him. He gave you a sweet kiss, it was chaste despite being able to taste yourself on him.

“Give me a sec, baby.” Sangyeon walked to the bathroom. You could hear the faucet running for a bit before he came back, face clean and holding a small, damp towel. He wiped you down, the towel felt warm and soothing. As he was cleaning you, you noticed the wet spot on his sweats.

“Is that- did you?” You pointed at him. He looked down and let out a shy giggle.

“Yeah…you don’t know how long I wanted that. I’m not surprised you made me come,” he shrugged.

“Wait, I did that?” Sangyeon let out another laugh, shaking his head at how cute you could be sometimes. He left for a moment to toss the towel in the sink before coming back to bed. He wrapped you in his arms and pulled the covers over your bare bodies.

“Thank you, baby,” he whispered. You looked up at him, a small smile on your lips. “I love you,” he hummed as he left a peck on your lips. You held his hand and let your head drop to his chest. The both of you turned back to the TV as Sangyeon grabbed the remote and restarted the movie you had planned to watch. Now you two could focus.

A/N: thank you for reading this far! I hope yall like this one. Feel free to send requests and thoughts!

A/N2: would anyone be interested in me making a taglist for kinktober?

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looking for a specific fic!!

It was a wonwoo x reader x seungcheol

wonwoo has feelings for reader and one night she wonwoo and scoups have a threesome and then wonwoo gets like insecure or something and kinda ghosts her and seungcheol slaps some sense into him and is like thats my friend too and you’re making her feel like a slut cause you won’t talk to her now that yg fucked and wonwoo apologizes and confesses to her

I know that is kinda all over the place but if anyone knows which fic I’m talking about please send it my way

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heyyyy (´• ω •`) ♡

what about jealousy for the rest of hyung line? who do u think would be hard dom

Hi 🫶 I'm glad to see some anons popping in 🥹

I feel like they all share qualities of jealously but in like a unique combination

so the type of jealousy, I feel like Heeseung and Jay comes from a place of insecurity. they get jealous because they see the other guy as competition. Jake and Sunghoon's jealously comes from a place of possessiveness. they see another guy wanting you and that isn't good because you're theirs

but it shifts when you see how they behave from jealousy. Jay and Sunghoon are the hard doms. They're putting you in your place. Jay's insecurity makes him compensate by fucking you as hard as he can. He memorizes the sounds you make, locking them in his brain as reassurance for himself. Sunghoon would hard dom out of a need to remind you who you belong to, he would fuck you to to your limit -until the only guy you could possibly think of is him

back to homework 🫠 how am i gonna think after that

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no one compares.

PAIRING. fuck buddy!heeseung x afab!reader

SYNOPSIS. You both thought that having no rules with a fuck buddy would make things simple, because it was just sex. But it was all conflicting when no one compares to each other after sleeping with someone else.

WARNING. angst if you squint, contains smut! MINORS DNI. fingering, handjob, creampie, unprotected sex. 4k words.

FORTY EIGHT HOURS LATER

You woke with pure feelings of guilt and regret, watching the boy leave with the scent of you. It’s dumb, you didn’t meant to sleep with him. Well, you did, but you had a hard time admitting it.

Heeseung texted you two days ago that he slept with someone else, so you did the same.

Your fuck buddy Heeseung was on vacation for three weeks, which was the longest time you’ve been away from each other. Although you used each other for sex or it was more so, a friends with benefits situation, there were no set rules.

Meaning, that you weren’t exclusive, which also meant that seeing other people wasn’t a problem.

When Heeseung texted you that he fucked someone else, you were surprisingly shocked. The information caused a weird feeling in your chest. It was the first time either of you had slept with someone else, but it wasn’t a problem, right?

It wasn’t a big deal, you told yourself. And so, if Heeseung can sleep with someone who wasn’t you, you were allowed to do the same. You slept with your friend, Jay, who also happened to be Heeseung’s best friend.

It wasn’t supposed to happen, but Jay came over last night and one thing led to another. He spent the night and slept in your bed — in the same spot that Heeseung usually does, and left this morning smelling like you.

You both agreed that it was a one time thing, and you heavily emphasized that it was because Jay usually wasn’t someone you turn to for sex.

Heeseung returned from his vacation trip today and wanted to come over tonight to see you. Of course you accepted his self invitation, since it’s been three weeks from being apart. But you were anxious to see him, the inner dilemma in your head haunting you since last night.

You debated on whether or not, telling him that you slept with Jay. Heeseung needed to know you thought, because he admitted to also fucking someone else. It was all confusing though, he didn’t need to tell you. Did he think that you deserved to know? You weren’t exclusive after all.

You made a rational decision. If the topic of other people was brought up in conversation then you were going to tell him. There are no rules when it comes to you both so it’s not important.

“Hi,” says the boy outside your apartment, leaning on the door with a smug look on his face.

The sight of him leaves you instinctively smiling. His hair grew out a bit, a strand of hair fell to his forehead, and his skin was now close to honey. He looked so pretty and the smile on his face that you so missed caused your heart to swell.

“Can I come inside?” He interrupted your thoughts as he chuckled.

You repeatedly nodded as you let the boy in before watching him take distinct steps closer.

“I missed you,” he says. You feel his hot breath fan on your face as you return his long stare, all while contemplating your next move. Suddenly, you pull him even closer and attack his lips, feeling both of his hands cupping your entire face.

Everything happens so fast when you’re dragging him inside your bedroom. Your arms were hooked and wrapped tightly around Heeseung’s neck before he slips a hand underneath your pants and inside your panties, feeling how wet you were.

“My pretty girl missed me this much?” Heeseung teases his fingers along your entrance, locking his dark and lustful eyes into yours.

All you could do was let out a groan, unable to control the way your body reacted to him. He begins to push a finger inside you and kiss your burning cheeks, watching your face contort with pleasure and your lips parting in a silent moan.

“Baby, you are quiet today,” Heeseung says before adding another finger and curving them to hit the sweet spot inside you. He’s just starting to touch you, but you feel yourself already close. You also notice his own arousal physically growing.

“I need you, Hee,” you slipped a hand inside his sweatpants to feel his tent. “I need you too,” he whined, starting to pump his fingers in and out of you until his movements shortly become more erratic when he’s circling your clit.

You reach inside his boxers and wrap your hand around his hard cock to stroke him, feeling his precum leaking out. Heeseung’s mouth quickly opens to let out a moan when you’re moving your hand up and down. His cock soon twitches after rubbing his slit with your thumb.

The air began to feel heavy as you both touched each other, missing how each other felt. It was a matter of a few seconds until you could feel your release, and it was becoming a bit overwhelming when Heeseung starts to kiss your neck.

He continues to place his mouth on your skin until you feel him stop and completely pull away.

“Who’s this from?” He says and you freeze, pursing your lips while following his hands that were on your neck. You shrugged in silence for a moment, realizing that Heeseung is rubbing the hickey that Jay left on your neck last night.

“It’s from someone,” you hesitated to say while feeling conflicted, until you made the decision to admit who it was specifically from. “It’s from Jay.”

Confusion crossed his face, “Jay?” He questioned as he removed his stare at the fresh mark on your skin before meeting your eyes with a hard blink.

“He was just being a good friend.”

Heeseung scoffed, “A friend like me?” A cunning smile adorned his lips. “Did you sleep with him because of what I did?”

“What? No,” you shook your head and Heeseung didn't speak, but met you in silence. A dry laugh escaped your lips which quickly died out as you took a deep breath. “I mean, it was difficult waiting for you to come back so Jay was there. It seems like it was hard for you to wait too, no?”

Heeseung relaxed his tense shoulders, “Yeah. Since we’re not exclusive,” he pointed out.

“Exactly,” you tried to smile.

The tension in the air thickened and instead of acknowledging it, you nudged your nose against his before kissing him softly. “I missed you a lot,” your voice was laced with lust and desire.

“I know,” he replies while hovering over you until you lied flat, “Let me make you feel good.”

“Let me be on top,” you demanded as you grabbed the hem of his shirt to remove it.

Heeseung shakes his head and lets out a deep laugh, “You don’t deserve it.”

“Why not?” You question before pausing. You were in the middle of removing your shirt and unclasping your bra until you halted due to his response. “Because I fucked someone else?”

“I didn’t even mention anything about that.”

You scoffed hard, “You’re thinking it.”

"And you're ruining the mood," He sneered before grabbing your breast to hungrily leave kisses, the feeling causing a loud groan to leave your lips. Your sounds encourage him to place his tongue to your nipple before he sucks hard with his mouth.

Heeseung wastes no time grabbing your whole body with an arm so that you're faced down with your ass up, feeling how hard he is when you're pressed against him. “I’m gonna fuck you first then you can do whatever you want to me.”

You bury yourself into your bedsheets, impatiently waiting after giving a nod of approval. Heeseung plants a kiss on your back before grabbing the band of your panties to quickly slip them off and to spread your wetness.

“Take out your cock already,” you urged, feeling Heeseung’s clothed cock that you just jerked off a few moments ago, pressed up behind you as he begins to rub slow circles onto your clit.

“Don’t be a brat or I’ll treat you like one,” he says, starting to strip off his sweatpants by untying the strings, his boxers followed by it — making your head turn back at the sight of how hard he is.

He takes his throbbing length in his hand that dripped with precum and began to stroke himself watching as you were the view in front of him. You watched the corners of Heeseung’s lips twitch upwards when he notices the way your legs were spreading wider.

“Hee, I can’t wait any longer,” you whined out.

Heeseung acknowledged the patience that you didn’t have. He took his cock to your folds and mixed your wetness and his precum, making you clench when he wasn't inside you yet. He gives you no warning when he inserts himself, the harsh sting of the stretch was something that you missed over the past three weeks.

He slips his length out and slams inside once more, a loud moan leaving both of your mouths at the sensation. “You’re tight,” he murmurs in a deep tone, “Did he not stretch you out enough?”

You grip the sheets tightly, having a bit of trouble speaking due to the adjustment of his big cock. “S-Stop talking about him,” you plead.

He laughs at your response before gripping your waist with a hand to help himself slam in and out of your cunt, causing you to whimper at the intense feeling. You manage to compose yourself as he’s setting a fast pace, and you turn around to see his eyes closed and his head thrown back.

The sight of the smirk on his face with hair loosely falling onto his forehead causes you to uncontrollably clench and he curses your name.

Heeseung begins to roll his hips sensually and you take it as a sign to move yourself against him, so you quickly match his pace until he’s hitting your cervix. "Fuck, my cock was made to be inside you,” he lets out with a loud whimper.

“You have the best pussy,” Heeseung continues, the only sounds coming out of your room is your skin slapping against his and the moans from your lips. "Y-Your cock is the fucking best,” you cry out, causing him to twitch at your words.

“Shit- that’s right,” he mutters, tightening his grip on your hips when feeling your orgasm approaching before slipping out of you. The action causes you to turn your head, staring at the soft expression on his face with confusion.

Heeseung takes your hand and pulls you towards him until you were sitting on his lap. He inserts himself in you once again, leaving both of your mouths wide open with a deep exhale let out.

“Fuck me,” he begs with his deep round eyes burning into you with desire, “Show me how much you missed me before you cum.”

Your cheeks were flushed as he begged, and you soon attacked his lips to start fulfilling his demands. He helped your body to move in and out of his cock before allowing you to take over. With your fingers tangled in his hair, you begin to roll your hips slowly before increasing the pace.

“Go faster,” Heeseung pleaded with his hands on your hips, holding himself back from thrusting upwards. You shake your head, continuing the same pace you were previously moving at.

“Let me fuck you how I want, Hee,” You whined. “I-I’ll make you cum soon, just be patient for me.”

You start to move your hips in slow languid circles as Heeseung nods, his hands moving up to fondle your breasts and graze your hard nipples.

You then start to bounce up and down on him, making Heeseung breathe heavily. This was a chance to show how much your body was made for him, the chance to prove that there is no one else for him, you thought.

Your movements are increasingly becoming faster, giving the pleasure that he impatiently begged for as you feel his cock twitch inside you. The sound of your skin slapping against his thighs arouse you even more, helping you to chase your end. You desperately wanted to cum.

“You’re fucking me well,” Heeseung lets out, feeling your walls clamp around him, watching your face scrunch up and unable to hold it in any longer. With his grip on your waist, you manage not to fall and collapse on his chest.

You weren’t sure if you were going to last as long as he wanted. The pleasure was overwhelming and more than anything that you have ever felt before, but it felt so good — he felt so good.

“Heeseung, oh my- fuck," you cry out, squeezing your eyes shut and clenching hard, his warm touch helping you to quickly release on him.

Heeseung lets out an airy chuckle before moving his hips upward to thrust deep and hard as if a bruise would be there tomorrow. He’s enjoying the sensation until a loud moan leaves his mouth when he releases inside, his cum filling up your insides and quickly leaking out.

He rides his orgasm for a moment before you shortly raise your body so that he could pull out of you. You watched as his cum mixed with yours dripped out, the sight was something you also missed during these past three weeks.

Shortly, you both do the same routine after sex — catching your breaths, cleaning up, not expecting Heeseung to stay. Sometimes, you would wake up the next morning and he would be gone, but tonight, he decided to stay and sleep over.

You turn your body to exhaustingly lay on the bed after cleaning up, Heeseung then joins you to lay in his spot of your bed.

“You’re thinking about something,” Heeseung cuts the silence with his words, noticing you in deep thought as you stare at the ceiling.

There is something obviously bottling inside your head, but you choose to ignore it. You turn to look at him, and all he gives you is a pleading look.

“Just say it,” he urges.

A deep exhale was let out as you think about the outcome of your next words. What you’re thinking could possibly fuck things up, but you cautiously choose to let it out anyways.

“How did you feel when fucking that girl? Did it feel like you were with me?” Your voice anxiously rang, hoping he wasn’t going to get up and leave.

“No,” he laughs, “I regret it so much.”

Your face lit up in shock, “Why?”

“Because I was too busy thinking about you.”

Your mouth slightly parted, truly speechless as you felt your chest ache. And it wasn’t supposed to, since this is just your fuck buddy. But his words were all you needed before popping the question. It was something that you’ve been meaning to ask all along, but you were too afraid of stepping over unspoken boundaries and giving him the wrong idea that you weren’t even sure was entirely wrong anymore.

“Do you want to try being exclusive?” You quickly let out, “We can try for a little while and if you get bored, you can see other girls.”

As you wait for a response, Heeseung just smiles before speaking out. “I think we can do that.”

“But I don’t think anyone could compare to you.”

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bloodorangesoup · 6 months

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what do you think about jealous jake??

Jake is not the jealous type ❌ (thats what he tells himself)

Jake is definitely the jealous type. He is subtle with his jealousy.

He doesn't go off the second he sees you talking with another guy, or even if its obvious the guy is into you. What does make him go off is if he sees you laugh at something the guy says. Or maybe if the corner of your eyes crinkle when you smile which is the thing you only do for him.

He would find some stupid excuse to leave the function, whispering in your ear that he just wants some alone time with you. Once settled down at home he would kiss you sweetly at first and then deeper, needier. Jake is subtle with his jealousy until he isn't. His hands would be all over, trying to remind himself that he is the only one who can touch you like this.

He would fuck you hard that night, but he'd be so gentle with it. He'd hold onto you the whole time, whether it grabbing your tits or holding your hands. He'd make you cum as many times as you could take, ghosting his fingers over your thighs to feel how they shake, running his hands up and down your stomach to feel how your abdomen jumps. His eyes would be on you the whole time. Maybe you laughed at some other guy's joke, but nobody else got to see you cum. With every moan he would feel that jealousy and possessiveness slip away.

Nobody else gets those sounds out of you baby, huh? All cause of me. My sweet girl all for me.

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bloodorangesoup · 6 months

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Thinking about which hung line members would be eager to impress.

Jake and Sunghoon would just enjoy the ride, doing their thing and having fun with it. They have a few tricks up their sleeve to make sure you leave satisfied but they would focus more on the collective experience of what you and him did together.

I think heeseung and jay would be the most goal-oriented. Hee and jay would want you to leave needing more. They go out of their way reading and watching porn trying to find what feels good. When it comes time to try it they go at it for hours, watching closely to see how you react. They would go at if for hours wanting to leave you thinking about nothing else than how good it feels. I think this would be elevated if they were in a relationship. It’s almost like a game to try to figure out everything that makes you squirm. Hey and Jay can be awkward at times, but when they’re in the mood this collection of tricks makes them very good at dirty talk. They can whisper in your ear and tell you exactly what they plan to do to you. And they’d get so much satisfaction from it too. They’d be the definition of pussy-drunk.

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Kinktober '23 Day 13 - Praise (ENHA Heeseung)

Kinktober 2023 Masterlist

Warnings: oral (m. receiving), vocal hee, kinda sappy hee just a lil bit

Word Count: 800

A/N: was able to keep it short this time 😀

Heeseung thanked God that nobody was home. It was one thing for the guys to hear him making you come but it was another for them to hear his moaning echo throughout the dorm. Even if the guys weren’t home, he was sure there would be a noise complaint from some offended elderly lady, or some pissed off neighbor jealous that they weren’t getting any. Heeseung just hoped that the noise complaint would come after he did. Not that he could pay that any mind at the moment with how you ran your hands up and down his thighs as you tried to take as much of him as you could.

“Oh my god, y/n, fuck.” His head fell back against the wall with a thump. You couldn’t tell if the groan he let out was because of you or his head, but the way his dick twitched on your tongue gave you a pretty good guess. He reluctantly lifted his head. As much as he would've loved to close his eyes and focus on the feeling, he couldn’t stop his urge to look.

You had been on your knees for a while. Your legs had spread apart a bit to distribute some pressure off your knees. All Heeseung could focus on was your thighs to each side of you, jiggling as your body moved your head back and forth over him.

His eyes flicked up and then shut tightly as he felt his tip slide against the ribbed top of your mouth. His fingers scraped the wall behind him as he tried to grip something, anything, fighting to hold on longer. His eyes opened. He swallowed when he saw your face, your hair a mess as the short baby hairs kept moving in the way of your eyes and sticking to your forehead.

Heesung’s hand shook as he lifted it to slide the hair from your forehead. He kept his hand there, moving the hair gave him a perfect view of your face. She looks so pretty like this.

“Shit, y/n. You’re killing me.” He let out a heavy huff, his stomach jumping as he struggled to breath steady. “You’re so pretty, you know that." His gaze locked in with yours. "So beautiful. So so pretty with my cock in your mouth.” His thumb stroked your forehead.

You took the base of his shaft that you couldn’t fit in your mouth and pumped it, squeezing him in pulses. Heeseung let out a cracked moan. You couldn’t help but think it sounded a bit like he was singing. Show off.

“Fuck, just like that. Please- ah, y/n. Please, keep- keep going. God, that’s so nice.”

Heeseung was gone. He was lost in the feeling. His head shook side to side, his body trying to handle the pressure building in his abdomen and chest, but his eyes kept going back to you.

“You know,” he groaned, “I didn’t just ask you out back then cause I thought you were beautiful.” He locked eyes with you, looking at you like you hung the stars in his sky. He let out a pained chuckle. “But, fuck, you are so beautiful.” You stuck your tongue out and rubbed his cock over it, giving him a small smile. You sucked the tip into your mouth, just enough for him to feel you hum around him.

Your fist grew slacker, giving you enough slip to stroke him faster. Your tongue stuck out, your mouth open and waiting. You let his tip sit on top of your tongue, circling it and taking every drop of precum he gave you.

Heeseung grit his teeth. His shoulders pushed against the wall trying to brace from the attack.

“Baby, fuck, I can’t.” His eyes shut tight as he took a shaky inhale. “Ah- feels so good. Baby, that feels so fucking good.” He rambled through staggered breaths. He opened his eyes and looked back down to you frantically as if he were begging you to save him from this. “Fuck, baby please don’t stop. I’m so close.” His moans heightened in pitch as he continued to lose his hold.

Heeseung’s hips jerked forward. His body shuddered as he finally let go of the rubber band stretching in his abdomen.

Your name flowed from his lips in moans so strained you could barely tell what was being said. Ropes of cum shot out into your mouth onto your tongue. You looked up at his face as you continued to pump him through his high.

His face was contorted in what could have looked like pain in any other context. His eyebrows furrowed and lifted, his jaw dropped open as sounds of pleasure left his throat. You looked up at him in awe.

He looks so pretty like this.

A/N: thank you for reading this far! My asks and requests are open! Let me know if you want to be tagged for any future kinktober posts.

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bloodorangesoup · 7 months

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Kinktober '23 Day 13 - Praise (ENHA Heeseung)

Kinktober 2023 Masterlist

Warnings: oral (m. receiving), vocal hee, kinda sappy hee just a lil bit

Word Count: 800

A/N: was able to keep it short this time 😀

Heesung’s hand shook as he lifted it to slide the hair from your forehead. He kept his hand there, moving the hair gave him a perfect view of your face. She looks so pretty like this.

“Fuck, just like that. Please- ah, y/n. Please, keep- keep going. God, that’s so nice.”

Heeseung was gone. He was lost in the feeling. His head shook side to side, his body trying to handle the pressure building in his abdomen and chest, but his eyes kept going back to you.

Heeseung grit his teeth. His shoulders pushed against the wall trying to brace from the attack.

Heeseung’s hips jerked forward. His body shuddered as he finally let go of the rubber band stretching in his abdomen.

He looks so pretty like this.

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bloodorangesoup · 7 months

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Update: that pcd is still BAD

I've started outlining a heeseung series and I'll probably be writing that in the meantime because i am too depressed to write smut rn lol

This is for you guys cause I saw Enhypen in LA last night so I havent had time to write. That post concert depression hitting hard 🥲

#h8enhypen #cantbelievetheyredoingthistome

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bloodorangesoup · 7 months

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This is for you guys cause I saw Enhypen in LA last night so I havent had time to write. That post concert depression hitting hard 🥲

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bloodorangesoup · 7 months

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GOD THIS WAS SO GOOD UR WRITING IS BEAUTIFUL

eat me up (p. js, s. jy)

pairing. Jay(Jake) x female reader

genre. deal with the devil AU👻, pw-barely any-p, M/F. minors DNI.

warnings. ‘my best friends girlfriend is the one for me’- Park Jongseong famous last words, alcohol mentioned, profanity, does this qualify as cheating if he’s technically your boyfriend?, Hocus Pocus references, Jay’s a bit obsessed, consented—but can read dubious, dark fic, smut warnings under cut.

wc. 8000

now playing. Sacrifice(Eat Me Up)//Enhypen

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smut warnings. simply put: Jay possesses Jake’s body to fuck you, daddy kink, use of ‘baby/kitten’, possessive behavior, degradation/praise, rough and unprotected sex

Jake’s so gentle with you, he’s always been so gentle with you.

He’s so nice, sweet, doting, the perfect boyfriend you dreamed of since childhood and couldn’t have manifested all on your own even after years of friendship; it took him finally taking a leap of faith to bring your hearts together as one.

You’re such a good couple, everyone agrees, constantly reminding the two of you of how lucky you are to have found each other early on and accept your feelings beyond friendship.

‘You’re totally gonna marry him.’ One of your friends whispered, nudging playfully into your side.

Jake’s across the room oblivious to the group giggling around you, engaged in a fierce game of beer ping pong with most of his friends, most except one..

Jay isn’t feeling it tonight, he hasn’t for quite some time, opting to sip on a bottle of cheap beer on the couch while channel surfing instead. Nothing catches his interest, too focused on the conversation you’ve been engulfed in to care about what's on TV.

‘Did you ever imagine you’d end up falling in love with your best friend?’

He wants to bark out a disgruntled scoff so badly, it’s itching at the back of his throat desperate to disrupt this asinine conversation; having to wrap his lips back around the bottle to hold it in.

Falling in love with your best friend.

So fucking stupid..

Pretending to stretch his shoulders, he peers between his bicep and forearm, watching for your nervous response. Of course you never expected it, not when you had two of your best friends wrapped around your fingers, willing to drop everything at your beck and call. Jake only cared as much because Jay always did, he always has.

Not that he can call you his best friend anymore, all of that got thrown out of the window after Jake asked you out. Things never went back to the same after that, you barely even responded to Jay anymore, let alone confided anything in him the way you used to.

The thought makes his neck jerk, forcing himself to focus on whatever horror movie he landed on. Some shit about possession, a deal with the devil, so damn stupid and unrealistic..

‘How much are you willing to give up to be with your one true love?’ The demonic character on screen asks, sliding a contract across to the innocent victim helplessly glancing back and forth between a photo of the object of their affection and the contract bargaining for their soul.

Jay sneers, glancing from you to Jake, laying back and allowing his mind to drift.

How much would he do to be with the one that he loves?

Jay’s lip curls, taking one last swig from his beer, whispering to himself. ‘Anything.’

Scratching at the bottles label, he yawns, tired of this same old shit; part of him refusing to admit that he only bothers still showing up to these get-togethers just to see you.

Unsure why he even bothers, even your hugs don’t feel the same anymore..

Nodding to himself he lays back, kicking his feet up the more bored he grows, music drowned out by the warm buzz of alcohol floating its way to the back of his skull.

“Would you really do anything for her?”

Jay jumps, twisting around in search of the deep voice circling around him. “Who fucking said that?!” He says much too loud, breathing out through his nose harshly.

“You said anything.” The owner of the voice steps toward him from the shadows, dangling a contract back and forth between two sharp dark brown husk-like fingernails. “You love that girl enough to cut a deal?”

“Hah..” Jay huffs, turning around in a circle where he stands, unable to make out anything with how dark the room is. “Am I dreaming?”

“Of course you are, sweet boy.” The demon grins, snapping his pointed fingers for a chair to slide into the back of Jay’s knees, forced to take a seat as a table appears between the two of them; contract laid out flat. “You humans all ask the same thing. Am I dreaming? Am I dying? Do you von’t to suck my bluud, BLEGGGGGHHH.” He says with a dramatic comical accent, laugh ending in a tired sigh, muttering under his breath. “Fucking humans.. God's worst creation.”

“—anyway kid, listen here.” The demon snaps again, bladed teeth shining like mirrors caught in sunlight as he smiles terrifyingly large. “I can help you.”

With another snap of his fingers a projection lights up the ceiling, displaying your awaiting smile from above; laid in bed with an afterglow of light sweat and unreal beauty painting your features.

The demon whistles, flicking his wrist rapidly. “She’s a looker, can definitely understand why you’re this bricked up over some chick.”

Jay continues to watch, heart expanding with the moaned sigh you let out, eyes fluttering upward as if you’re about to…

‘Jake, baby, I’m close, s-so close.’

“Ahh…” the demon sucks in, collecting the drool around his split tongue for added effect. “RIGHTTTTT.. Jakey boy, the good old best friend. He was a little too fast for you, beat you to the punch real good. Isn’t that right?”

Jay’s jaw clenches tight, the bones grinding hard enough to hear a nasty crunch. “If this is a dream, I would like to wake up now.”

The demon pouts, blinking until his eyes moisten. “But you haven’t even heard my plan to get your dick wet, Jay. Don’t be such a sourpuss.”

Jay rolls his eyes, cracking his neck from side to side. “I can get laid on my own.”

“Oh, I’m aware of that, big guy.” The demon winks, leaning over the table to lower his gaze toward Jay’s lap, sliding the contract before him. “But can you ever get the one you really want?”

Jay finally reads across the scribble of words, skimming the first paragraph quickly. “What do you want a pint of my blood for?”

The demon shrugs. “Reasons.”

“So what? I give you some of my blood and—“ Jay comes to an abrupt halt, frozen by your wanton cry dancing around the room; lifting his gaze up just in time for your head to fall back, mouth hung open releasing the prettiest sound he’s ever heard in his life.

“And you get that.”

Jay swallows, dizzy, betting he’d crumble to his knees if not for the chair he’s seated in. Reaching for the pen quickly, he flips to the next page without reading the rest and jots his signature without pause, hurdling the contract back across the table.

“I’m in.”

It’s weird… Jay’s convinced himself this is all a dream anyway.

All of it, from you and Jake ending up together, to this fucked up situation he’s found himself in, pining for the one he can’t have. Constantly carrying a false sense of hope that his own two best friends will finally split up; the spark igniting at any small hint that you could possibly be unhappy.. that’s never the case of course.

It’s just a pint of blood.

That’s silly.. what could a demon possibly need with his blood? The answer to that is still unclear, because this is all just a dream anyway, right?

Sure, he should have thought all of this through, listed out the endless pros and cons, but right now the tenth refill on his vodka rox seems to be the only semblance of importance he can focus on, albeit barely, having to blink repeatedly to make sure his glass is full of enough liquid to burn through his esophagus on the way down.

“You’ve had enough I think man.” The bartender says cautiously, motioning to cut off his neck. “Tapping you out for the rest of the night.”

“Pftttt, fuck you man.” Jay sways, trudging haphazardly back to the table you and Jake abandoned hours ago. Not even the different pairs of hands reaching to grope his biceps and chest can faze him, plopping back down on a chair as he glares at you on the dance floor; sulking more and more with each up and down he traces over your figure.

It’s criminal how beautiful you look tonight.

Jay’s blood boils watching your short ruffled skirt shake from side to side over your hips, each twirl revealing the underside of your pert buttcheeks, kissing at the backs of his teeth as he wishes to bury his them deep into the soft flesh lining the backs of your thighs.

Soon.

“Love the costume.” Some girl with a halo above her head winks at him, fingertips gliding over his shoulder on her way toward the dance floor with a lingering stare back at him that begs to be chased.

Not tonight, because Jay could really give a fuck about anyone else right now.

Anyone other than you and Jake.

Chugging down the rest of his drink, he rolls up the white sleeve of the button up shirt half done up to just under his chest, dabbing the material on his moist lips to not ruin the lines of ‘stitched’ makeup you helped him with.

‘Come little children I’ll take thee away, into the land of enchantment.’ You hummed softly, finishing with a smile as you capped your eyeliner. ‘There! My Billy!’

Jay’s cock throbbed through the entire process, having to bite down on the backs of his teeth with a forced smile that left the insides of his cheeks chewed raw. ‘Look good?’

‘Devastatingly handsome as ever.’ You winked, packing away your make-up. ‘You’ll be fighting them off tonight.’

Jay grumbled, scratching his neck as he stole one last glance at your chest suffocating in the confines of the tightened corset pushing your breast up high to form two perfect soft mounds. ‘Wish we could have pulled off the first idea.’

Turning back to him, you laughed, fluffing up teased and sprayed stiff tendrils of hair to appear freshly dug up from a grave. ‘You wanted to be my Thackery Binx that bad huh?’

Jay swallowed, blinking up at you slowly as he contemplated dropping to his knees to inform you that he’d be anything you wish for, do anything you ask of him.

‘HAPPY HALLOWEEN!’ Jake bursted through the hotel room door, raising a bright red plastic pitchfork in one hand and a case of White Claws in the other. ‘Or as I like to call it, the Devil’s night.’

‘My master.’ You said jokingly, folding to bow before rushing to your boyfriend's arms, reminding Jay of the very reason he had to swallow a handful of B-12 vitamins before making the drive out here.

Jay bit down on his lip, turning away as Jake’s palms smoothed up the backs of your thighs to cup your ass.

He would have dressed up like your stupid pet cat, unlike Jake who told you that was too silly at your big ages, insisting that you’d look better as the ‘hot Sanderson Sister’ instead of a little girl in a sweet innocent witch costume.

As he watches Jake chase you around the dance floor pretending to poke you with his pitchfork, black mustache half faded from his upper lip after hours of locking lips, the sinking feeling in his gut settles. No amount of alcohol would cure his undying hunger, and certainly not some slut in a tawdry angel costume, no.

Stealing a full glass from a table, he chugs it down fast, deciding to end these silly Halloween festivities and get the real party started.

It’s time.

“Hey man,” Jay slurs, sauntering over to where you lay glued to Jake’s front under various strobes of light and shades of rainbow streaked across your delicate features. “I’m heading up, alright?” Stumbling back a step, he reaches for his friend's shoulder to steady himself, eyes lazy under the weight of warm alcohol buzzing through his veins.

“Dude, how much have you had to drink?” Jake glares at the hand on his shoulder, pulling your hips closer to his.

“Jay, are you sure? Babe, we should walk him up.” You say full of concern, eyebrows furrowing with worry.

“Pfft..” Jake’s hands slink lower down past your waist, hovering right above the curve of your ass. “Jay’s a big boy, he can handle a little elevator ride, isn’t that right buddy?”

Jay shoots two thumbs up lazily, stumbling back with another pat to his friend's arm. “I’m probably gonna knock out.”

“Yeah yeah.. go get some rest.” Jake rolls his eyes, turning back to you with a smile, head shaking. “This guy, acts like he’s never seen an open bar in his life.”

Frowning, your gaze drifts after your friend, weaving his way off of the dance floor on unsteady feet as other partygoers shove him away. “Let’s head up soon too, yeah?” You say, growing more worried that you’ll find Jay passed out in some hallway on the way back to your shared room.

“Aww come on! The nights young baby!” Jake’s arms swoop around your hips, curling shut tightly to lift you off your toes enough for a fast spin around. “We’re having so much fun still!”

“Alright alright.” You sigh between a laugh, looping your arms around his shoulders. “Five more songs and then we go to the room! My feet are killing me.”

“I got you baby, don’t worry.” Keeping you off your feet, Jake continues to dance with your bodies pressed together, smile wide as you laugh and take your time indulging in the next five songs, as demanded.

“You really wanna go up now?” He pouts, tangling his fingers between yours as you stride to the exit, hobbling on the balls of your feet.

“My toes are screaming.”

Jake runs ahead, bending at his knee and smacking his hip as he peers over his shoulder with a smile. “Hop on, I can’t have your precious toes ruining our fun night.”

“You can’t carry me all the way up there.” You say with a shy smile, patting him on the back to stand up.

“Pffft,” Jake grins, nodding for you to piggyback him. “How dare you doubt your boyfriend, when have I ever lied to you?”

“What about that time in eighth grade? When you told me that you’d never been kissed.” Squinting at him knowingly, you settle upon his back, easily wrapping your thighs over his hips. “Only to find out you’d gained a reputation that summer at camp! Even got caught kissing some of the high school counselors!”

Jake laughs nervously, bouncing your weight as he comes to stand and encourages your arms to slink around his shoulders. “When have I lied to you.. recently!”

“You never have been a good liar.. Imagine you hadn’t accidentally mentioned that Jay had a crush on me the first time you got drunk..” you recall, nipping at the shell of his ear. “Got you all panicked when I was about to text him..”

Jake’s stomach drops as the memory flashes behind his eyes, leaning against the empty elevator on the way to your floor. “What were you going to do?”

“You mean before you kissed me and blurted out that you like me too?” You tease, cleaning off the faded smear of black eyeliner from his upper lip.

Jake’s cheeks light up pink, twisting his neck to look at you with a cocked eyebrow. “Yeah.”

“I don’t know..” you lie, pretending to appear lost in thought. “It’s been so long now, I probably just wanted to check on him and make sure he was okay..”

“Mmm..” Jake mumbles, tight-lipped as he follows the route to your room for the night. “I see.”

Setting you down to find the key, he stops, tapping your chin. “What if I hadn’t stopped you? If you’d gone and found him?”

He waits, head tilted with his heady gaze stuck on your look of confusion. Lips pouted as he focuses on the way your eyes shift nervously, bouncing from side to side.

“I wanted to make sure he was okay is all.” You lie again, shrugging to play off how uncomfortable this topic makes you feel. “I know how Jay gets..”

Jake nods, deciding that response satisfies him enough, you’re his girl after all…

“Yeah, he’s..” trailing off, he laughs, rolling his eyes slightly. “Doesn’t matter, we agreed to not talk about him behind his back just because we’re in a different type of relationship now. I just get curious sometimes is all.”

“It’s okay baby, our dynamics with each other all changed after that..”

“Mmm.. yeah..” guilt pings through his chest, half annoyed that said friend finessed a way into splitting a room for the night; knowing he’d be drinking too much and using the excuse of not having enough money to afford a singular room. It wouldn’t have felt right to deny Jay of their traditional Halloween get together for the sake of having you all to himself for one night, not when he has you to himself all 365 days already..

Jake pulls you into the hotel room, letting out a petulant sigh and spinning around for his back to press against the door, drawing your arms around his waist. “I could’ve danced all night with you.”

Even in the dark with only a small glow of light coming from the cracked open bathroom door, Jake’s eyes shine as they stare at you, head laid back with a pleasant relaxed smile.

“And I..” you say, leaning in to tap the end of your nose to his. “Love you.”

“Oh yeah?” His eyes flutter shut, cheekbones pronounced high from smiling. “Say it again.”

“I love you.”

Jake’s eyes snap open, staring ahead at your dazed expression in disbelief.

“Baby?” You say, head tilted in confusion.

Jay steals a quick glance around, finding hands smaller than his resting on your waist, hair fuller than his styled on his head, and clothes that cling to his skin damp with sweat after dancing for hours.

He’s inside of Jake’s body..

It worked..

“Baby? Are you okay?”

Jay gulps, gaze returning to your face, a frown now pulling your lips down. Unable to resist, he reaches to cup your cheeks, thumbs stroking up the corners of your mouth. “Hey now, why’s my pretty girl look so upset?”

Smiling under the press of his hands, you kiss at the tips of his thumbs, shooting shivers through Jay’s body, or well… Jake’s body.

“You looked..” you shrug, latching onto his elbows to tug him in closer. “I don’t know, maybe I’m just champagne buzzed.”

Falling around your hips naturally, Jay smooths his palms up and down your exposed lower back, biting down on his lip to suppress a grunt. Skin as smooth and silky as velvet runs beneath his fingertips, begging to be marked and bitten into.

“You want some water, kitten?”

The pet name has your face heating up, burying into the crook of his neck with a shy laugh. “Why are you being so cute right now?”

Jay’s stomach aches, butterflies exploding at a rapid pace, wings beating him from the inside out as they fly around creating a storm of warmth. “Because you are so cute, my pretty baby.” Gently, he pries your chin up with two fingers, lifting your eyes back to him. “Prettiest girl in the world.”

“Because you’ve met every girl in the world?” You say jokingly, pushing his shoulder playfully. “Corn ball.”

Jay blinks slowly, taking in each and every one of your delicate features up close, thumb brushing back and forth along your chin. “Don’t need to meet them when I know none of them could ever match up to your beauty.”

“Gosh, how much did you have to drink?” You laugh, nuzzling into his touch.

“Never enough.” Jay says, a bit struck by how different that sounded coming out of his best friend’s mouth. He blinks it away quickly, inching closer to your face for his lips to lightly graze along yours, already swollen after being attached to Jake’s majority of the evening.

“Baby..” you trail off, gaze shifting to the lump formed on the bed on the other side of the room. “We can’t..”

“Pftt,” Jay scoffs, laughing under his breath, hands dragging down to knead the fleshy meat spilling out from your underwear, just like Jake always does. Clawing his nails up, he rips a gasp out of you, knowing your boyfriend would never dare to leave marks behind on your flawless skin. Jay would though, eyes glinting with the full intent to gnaw his teeth into every supple inch of flesh coating your body. Slowly, he draws the flimsy material higher between your butt with a groan. “Jay’s knocked out cold kitten, you saw how drunk he was.”

“He could wake up to empty his guts with the amount he drank.” You add, glaring at him. “I don’t wanna risk it..”

Jay grunts, startled by the difference of sound emitting from Jake’s body. Rolling his eyes, he dips in to litter kisses up the column of your throat, lapping the marks of his lips clean with a swipe of tongue until he finds your earlobe. “We’ll stop if he shows any sign of life.”

And he shouldn’t, according to the deal. Jay’s lips curls up to one side, nibbling your ear further between his lips to suck on. “Besides..”

With one last hard squeeze to your ass, he walks you backward toward the empty bed you should be sharing with your boyfriend tonight, and in a way.. you will be.

Jay sets you down, tapping your chin up to watch him slowly remove his tie. Even this ‘costume’ Jake picked out couldn’t be more boring, the lack of effort, pulling some old suit and tie combo out of the back of his closet and throwing on a pair of horns. Jay unbuttons the collared shirt, looping the tie around the back of your neck.

“I put a spell on you..” he hums, eyebrow cocked as Jake’s higher pitch carries.

“Because you’re mine.” Drawing the tie tighter, he bends in, nose to nose, breathing in the breath flowing from your parted lips.

“You know I love you,” he continues to sing, a devious smirk stretching his lips. “And I don’t care if you don’t want me..” Jay sinks down to his knees, pushing your thighs apart. “I’m yours right now.”

“What’s gotten into you?” You ask, shyly ducking your chin in. Jay can feel his heart expand, dipping the pads of his fingers into your plush thighs as he admires the demure manner you crumble into under his stealth gaze.

“You.” Jay states flatly, sealing light kisses along your inner thighs with a hooded gaze locked on you.

You.

My endless agony and thirst.

“You’re always inside of me, weaving between my daily thoughts.” Jay’s cheek presses to your thigh, blinking up at you languidly. “There’s not a minute that goes by without catching a whisper of your name carried through the mundane hours ticking by. “You..”

He sighs, eyes falling shut to ignore the painful coil building up his gut. “I’d do anything for you. You have no idea what great lengths I’d go through for you.. only you.”

It’s a confession, whether you’ll ever understand that or not. The weight he carries everyday to stop himself from taking a hold of you, spilling his heart out. The doubt and fear of rejection, fear of losing the two most important people in his life.. the weight lifts, even if only for a minute, nose brushing your inner thigh as he sniffs the skin upward. Even the remnants of your sweat cause his mouth to water, tucking in his lower lip to fight off a moan.

“If you’re trying to break my reluctance..” you say breathily, leaning back on your palms. “It’s working. God, you’re really something tonight..”

Jay grins to himself, swiping up the sides of your thighs to squeeze at your hips, lowly humming as he thinks you’d fit better in his hold. Everything about you really, down to the way you carry a faint floral scent, so opposite of the musky oud Jake prefers to wear; yet perfectly balanced for the earthy fresh one that lingers off Jay’s clothing.

Jake Jake Jake.. maybe he should have pretended to be more like Jake, maybe then he would have stood a fighting chance.

“Am I?” He asks, hiding an annoyed laugh behind a smile. “Do you like it? Or am I too brash?”

“Not necessarily..” you shrug, leaning back further as he slinks up to meet you face to face, gaze lowered toward your lips. “Maybe the devil got to you.”

Jay pauses for a second, breath caught in his throat. “Oh..” he laughs, shifting down onto the bed to straddle your hips. “That’s right, I’m feeling a little more evil tonight. What was that you called me earlier?” He says, purposely wiggling his eyebrows malevolently.

“Oh master!” You whisper eagerly, pulling out your best girly tone. “How I’ve missed thee!”

Jay chuckles, sliding a finger across your lips, tapping at the pouty inviting part in-between. “I never understood that.”

“What?”

“Master..” he tuts, pulling your lower lip down. “Daddy seems more fitting, don’t you think?”

“D-daddy?!” You snort, eyes gone wide. “Jake, what—“

“Shhh shhh.” Jay’s forehead wrinkles, pressing a finger over your lips. “Now, try that again baby and don’t laugh, or I’ll have to punish you.”

“Punish me?” You’d laugh if not for the serious expression drawn over Jake’s face, your playful puppy long gone behind the darkness shadowing his gaze.

“What did I say?”

“Daddy..” the word sounds foreign exiting your lips, shooting tingles down your spine as he nods proudly and adjusts onto your lap, pinching your chin for control over your wavering focus.

“See how much more natural that sounds than master? What a good kitten, you listen well.” Jay knows this, knows that you hate to disappoint. You’ve always been giving, loving and docile, easy to pacify with praise and compliments even if you struggle to accept them confidently. “I am different tonight.”

Jay trails down your lost expression, enamored with the way your mouth hangs open adding to the brainlessness running across your face. His mind races taking in the plumpness of your lips up close, thumb stamping against the center of your lower lip just to watch the fat bounce back and tempt him further.

“I want a kiss.” He says, barely whispering as his heart beats against his chest; dreaming of the chance to have this very moment with you.

“Since when do you have to ask?” You smile, pecking the thumb pushing against your lip.

“Kiss me.”

Jay maintains seriousness, pressing forward until your lips hover a centimeter apart. “Kiss me like you mean it.”

The first taste of you has his stomach lunging forward, eyes rolling shut with a groan when you go for it. It’s unexpected how fiercely you plant your lips to his, wet and soft, but the pressure is there, firm and demanding. It’s enough to strike a flame, burning the way straight between his thighs; a reminder of how badly he wants you. How badly he’s always wanted you, to a desperate level that should humiliate him.

But that’s not what this is about.

Jay kisses back finally, ravenously intruding your mouth to sweep his tongue through every corner, getting a taste of all his dreams and desires for the first time.

“Woah..” you exhale surprised, hands finding their way into the hair lining his nape to tug at. “You haven’t..”

“What?” Jay continues to peck at your upper lip, feeling crazed by the need to chew at the plumpness and watch your mouth swell up red.

“Haven’t kissed me like that in a while..”

He wants to snicker, clenching down on his teeth to keep himself composed. Shaking it off he grips your chin in his palm, digits digging into your cheek to jut your lips out. “I’m gonna show you the way you deserve to be kissed and fucked.”

Jay leads the kiss this time, stealing the reply that falls deaf under his ministrations, licking between your lips until you have no choice but to let him fill your lungs and take your breath. He overpowers your tongue, pushing in until you melt into it and allow him to suck around you.

“Fuck baby..” you pant, gasping for the tenth time.

“What did I say to call me?” He quips, the bruising hold on your cheeks unrelenting. Jay can read the apprehension dawning your innocently pretty features, struggling to catch your breath with the weight of Jake’s body pressing you deeper into the bed.

“Daddy..”

“That’s right.” Jay sits up, lowering your shoulders to lay flat on the bed as he settles mounted over your hips. “You look so fucking sexy in this costume.” He drawls, sucking saliva between his teeth, fingers itching to rip each piece of clothing off of you quickly. “Need to fuck you right now.” He ruts forward, cock hardened where it presses against your navel.

“Jakey..”

Jay convulses, lurching forward to grasp your neck in a tight hold. “Don’t fucking—“ he grits, breathing out harshly through his nose wih pursed lips.

“Daddy!” You squeak, eyes blown wide with a hint of fear as you circle his wrist pleadingly. “Daddy daddy, I—“

“Fuck..” Jay pulls your neck up to bury his tongue between your lips again, groaning at how much more desperate you feel now. More wet, messy, pouring drool down his chin as he ravages your mouth. The rumble of his groan mixed with your soft moans shoots straight to his cock, grinding down against your pelvis for a second of relief. “You’re driving me crazy.”

Jay forces himself to pull away from your chasing lips, huffing as he takes in the dreamy glossy sheen staring back at him.

He’s waited for this, yearned for this, even silently shed tears in the shower after jerking off to the thought of this. It’s been years of pining for you in secret, a secret he has no choice but to feel ashamed of. Other girls passed through his bedroom week after week, but none of them could ever match up to you, and the pinch in his chest hates you for that.

Hates you for seeing him as no more than a friend, for choosing Jake, for being so damn good to him to the point that he can’t even acknowledge those sick feelings of hatred. “I really love you.”

He doesn’t mean to say that out loud, lips barely moving as he does. The elation lighting up your face with brightness upon hearing those words Jake reminds you of everyday claws at his chest, solidifying that the little dark corner in his brain that carries a hatred for you deserves justice.

Jay covers your mouth before you’re able to say it back, smirking as he watches concern wash away your joy. “Be good for daddy and show me your pussy.”

Jake would never say some shit like that to you, evident in the way your eyebrows twist together. Jay smirks, swatting your hip. “On all fours.”

Hesitation isn’t spared as you shift under his attentive watch, turning onto your knees and elbows. Jake’s definitely different tonight..

“Like this?” You ask coyly, head turned to find your boyfriends look of complete awe. The sight of his adoration sets a deeper arch in your waist, more than enthusiastic to engage in whatever this game is. Jake knows how much you love Halloween, of course he’d want the night to be memorable for you..

“What’s this?” He tuts, stroking between your thighs over the damp area formed on your panties. “Tcchhh… this cute fake little act of yours, your dripping wet kitten. I knew you could be a good slut for me, pretty baby listens so well don’t you?”

He grins, bunching your underwear to wedge up between your butt and squeeze around the fleshy skin surrounding your folds, aiding the wet arousal to trickle down to your inner thighs. “Fuck, so pretty everywhere aren’t you?”

Jay’s perverse mind won every time, imagining the different ways he’d ruin your cunt night after night. If not for the distracting growing throb between his legs he’d spend hours with his mouth attached to you, even if you kick and scream and beg for mercy.

“Ugh..” moaning, you nod, squirming as he shimmies the cotton material of your underwear against your core. The friction on your clit is just enough to empty your mind, taken over by your need to feel Jake from inside out. “Yes daddy.”

“What a good girl.” Slowly rolling the material down your thighs, Jay hisses, hole exposed and pulsating as if it calls for him. “You’re going to take what I give you, you’re going to take everything I give you. Understand?”

“Yes daddy..”

Jay groans, bending in to plant a kiss against your opening, face scrunching up as your arousal meets his lips and he sucks. Lapping up as much wetness to swallow down, struck by the amount pouring free, betting he could gurgle with your slick the more he licks past your resistance. “God that’s so fucking good.” He sighs, cupping your ass to spread you further apart and drag his tongue across your rim.

“Daddy!” You squeak quietly, still too aware that your best friend is passed out in a bed less than 10 feet away.

“Bet you take it so good.” He says to himself, vibrating quietly with another long drag of his tongue between your folds, pausing to flick your swollen nub repeatedly until you twitch back with a cry. “You’re going to take all this dick for me, yeah baby?”

Jay sits up to rut his crotch against your wet core, lip’s pulled back over his teeth, letting out a cry at the delicious friction. “Fucking shit, I can’t.”

It’s all fast from there, sped up movements to free his cock and smear the precum down his length, at least Jake isn’t much smaller than him in size. It’s enough anyway, enough to ensure he’ll be able to fuck you hard and have you limping for the next couple of days at least.

Jay spits into the palm of his hand, adding more wetness that won’t be necessary as he takes in your glossy thighs. Shifting forward on his knees, he lines up to your entrance, grazing the tip against your hole just barely. “Fuck.”

“Daddy, please..”

Jay curses again, drawing in and holding his breath as he breaches your hole. Pushing in slowly so he can feel the way you snap around his cock, mind going dizzy at the first clench you give. It’s perfect, wet like a fucking whore, easing his cock to slide in to the hilt without much effort. He hisses, hips meeting your ass with a light clap, eyelashes fluttering as he pushes an inch further and fully bottoms out. “Feel so good for me..”

Jay mumbles mindlessly, drawling on about how wet you are, soiling his balls in your arousal as he grinds forward to make you feel each inch stretch your walls apart. “Always so good for me.”

“Yes daddy..” you repeat, biting down a whine as he slaps your hip and ruts even deeper somehow. “Ahh! S’too much!”

“Never too much.” Jay bends over your back, chest crushed to your spine in search of your throat to squeeze around. “You can take it.”

Choking your gasp, he thrusts hard, pulling out to the tip only to ram back in with the full weight of Jake’s body. It’s weaker than he wants, but the cry you let out as you scratch at the bed and flail to cover your mouth encourages him to slam into you faster. The collision of your skin clapping together echoes off the hotel walls, having to bite down on your hand to keep your voice down. You sob, eyes rolling up silently begging Jake to slow down. “Please.. don’t wan—“ you stutter, glancing at Jay’s sleeping form anxiously.

He grins, hand tightening around your neck as he forces you to look at his lifeless body. “Scared he’ll wake up kitten?” Jay’s grip locks around your throat, keeping your head turned to face the other bed. “I think he’d like it, listening to your slutty moans, watching you get fucked like this.”

In fact, I know he would.

“N-no—no..” you scramble, failing to look away as Jay starts to fuck you ruthlessly. Dropping flat onto your stomach from the merciless slap of his hips and chest pressed to you. “Please, don’t—oh fuck!”

Jay lays against your back, biting at your cheek with a pointed roll of his hips, cock lodged deep inside. “Yeah? You like that, don't you.” He grunts, jerking your neck to keep your gaze focused on his passed out figure. “Want him to watch you get fucked?”

“Oh! N—no, ah, daddy!”

“Come on.” Pushing himself up, he presses the backs of your shoulders down, crushing your chest to the bed making it harder to breathe. “Say it.” He says hoarsely, not concerned at all with waking up your precious best friend. “Wanna hear you say you like this.”

Jay’s thrusts begin to grow sloppy, jamming in and out more carelessly the louder you get, the more you clamp around his length. “Like knowing he could be watching you look so helpless, begging to get fucked.”

Returning to lean down, he shifts finding a new angle, tugging your spine forward to form a deeper arch.

“Ah! F-fuck!”

“Be good.” He huffs, mouth dragging up your cheek panting hot heavy breaths. “Say it. Tell me you like that Jay’s watching you.”

Confusion gets lost to your heightened arousal, the shame blending together with the endless heat making your head pound with a dull throb as you near the brink. “I like it! I like it!”

Jay growls, fisting a tuft of your hair, jostling you to face him before you finish. “Say his name!” He says too eagerly, pressing down on your lower back to control your writhing lower half.

“Jay?” You wail confused, scalp stinging with another yank back demanding for better. “Jay!”

“Yes!” Halting his thrust, he buries deep inside, trembling as you wrap around him tight enough to nearly hurt. Jay has to hold his breath, swallow down a whimper while you cry out and kick your feet, gripped around his cock so wet and tight. “Perfect..” he sighs, pulling your hair back again to press a kiss to your sweaty temple, licking his lips as the sight of your eyes rolled up void of thought.

“So perfect for me.”

For me.

All for me.

“Not done with you yet.” He murmurs, hissing as he slides out with a pop, cock smeared with your release. “Not until I see that pretty face..”

Ruined by him and only him.

Wasting no time to get you on your back, he works fast to discard your now wrinkled up costume. Kneading and gripping your free’d breasts, he’d fuck your tits if not for his balls squeezing up. Jake’s stamina must suck.

Spreading your thighs open, he kicks off the slacks now stained with your wetness, crawling to perch his length on your cunt.

“Not gonna stop fucking you..”

He’d never stop, not if you were really his. Even have you sit on his cock while you casually hang out and watch movies, keep you filled at all times.

“Jak—“

Slotting the tip of his cock back to your entrance, Jay snaps forward, ripping your boyfriend's name away as he captures your lips and pleasure surges between the two of you. “Cum around my cock again.” He whispers between kisses, licking the roof of your mouth. “Can you do that for daddy?”

He doesn’t wait, caging your head as he chases his own release now, more determined to breed you full of cum and have you begging for him. The echo of his named moaned replays, shifting to autopilot with renewed vigor.

“Yes yes,” you croon, head tossed back from the oversensitivity sending your thighs to close around his hips. “W-wanna be good for daddy..”

“Yeah?” Jay cups your thigh, sliding it further up his side for a better angle to drill in deeper. “Can you touch yourself for me? Make that pretty pussy squeeze around me real tight baby.”

He pulls back far enough to watch his cock sink in, feeding your swollen cunt over and over again. “Just like this.” He says breathlessly, reaching for your hand to lay where your bodies connect. “Rub that clit for me baby.”

“Ah—ah fuck!” Moaning, you follow his command, digits rubbing each nerve lining your nub. The sensation makes you more delirious with each plunge of his length, head tossed back letting out broken moans much too loud now.

The pilant cries you let out have Jay’s balls throbbing, more desperate to cum as he blinks roughly to clear his vision and tear away from the visual of your cunt squeezing around him.

“I know baby,” he grits out, slurring and pushing a little deeper with each thrust. Pussy drunk and high like he’s never been before, convinced he’s addicted already. “You’re gonna make me cum so fucking much..” he rambles, head shaking in disbelief that this is really happening. This can’t be happening, but it’s too fucking good, you’re so wet and soft around him, unbelievable in every way imaginable.

“Please..” you moan breathlessly, eyes rolled to the side rubbing figure eights over your clit. “Please fuck me.. daddy plea—“

Jay’s brain goes numb, dropping down abruptly as he braces himself on the bed and completely lets go and fucks roughly into you. Cock snagging with each draw back as he empties and fills you repeatedly, the wet sound of splash between your hips sending him over the edge with a pulsing need to feel you cum again.

“Come on,” Jay growls, reaching for your knees to haul up and shove against your chest, allowing him to mount you and bury his cock in and out faster. “Fucking cum!”

He fucks with no barres, carnal lust wrapped around him accompanying the loud clap of his hips slapping against the backs of your thighs. Jay can feel it coming, your body straining and writhing under him, rocking yourself on his length with your wet eyes fluttering.

“Such a good little slut for me.” Jay grunts between thrusts, forehead covered in a layer of sweat from exerting every ounce of energy left in Jake’s body. Knees struggling to hold their place on the bed the harder he thrusts, needing to keep himself going to hear your unbridled scream again.

“Fuck!” You break, head shaking from side to side as you claw and rip at the bedding, legs practically pushing him off as your hips jump up.

Jay can feel dampness sliding down his cheeks, unsure if it’s from sweat or tears. Circling his hips, he relishes the squeeze around him again, cock swollen and aching from holding back for so long.

“So fucking wet.” He says, lost to the sound of his size grinding inside of you, cock throbbing as he pulls back to the tip, jaw hung in awe from the amount of creamy wetness painted down his length.

“Daddy..” you whimper, breaking his daze. “Need you..”

Jay kisses the backs of his teeth, hips twitching in excitement to fuck back into you. “It’s all yours.”

Adjusting himself into a proper kneel, he seethes back in, cock thrumming wildly against your over sensitivity. “Hear how fucking loud that is?” Jay mumbles, stirring his cock just to feel the gush of wetness pour down his sack and make a mess between his thighs. The wet squelch drives him to fuck you fast and hard, wishing the hotel bed could only testify how hard by slapping against the wall with each pounding thrust he delivers.

Drawing back only to slam in deep and drag his cock through your tight heat over and over again. Thrusts turn frantic the closer he reaches, body overtaken by a numb wash of heat pouring down from the top of his head.

He falls forward, catching your lips with blown out eyes fixated on your fucked out face. The one he deserves to see whenever he wants, the one he gave you.

“I love you.” He says between gritted teeth, scooping under your neck to keep your gaze on him.

“I love you so much.” He grunts, filling you up finally as your eyes flutter shut and your neck loosens limply in his hold.

It’s not fair, it’s so unfair. Even now passed out under him, you still clamp around his length, greedily sucking each last bit of cum to keep inside. “So fucking much..” he whimpers, hips rolling to savor your tight heat just a minute longer, even if his heart pleads for more, something to make this last forever.

Jay sits up after a few minutes, making sure to bundle you up and set your head on top of a pillow comfortably. Silently he takes in limbs that don’t belong to him, tracing the lightly defined muscles lining Jake’s stomach. Whatever this is, it was worth it of course, despite the overwhelming sense of sadness that will undoubtedly follow. The taste of you only once is still better than nothing at all..

“Tsk tsk tsk.” The now familiar tone claps around the hotel room akin to thunder, but Jay knows you can’t hear it. He’s not even sure if he really hears it, or if he’s really lost his mind..

“You know I’m real, Jongseong.” The bed dips beside him, envisioning the inhumanly large creature watching him behind those color changing irises. Leaning back, the demon lets out a low long-winded whistle. “Have to say, I understand you..” he laughs breathily, slinging an arm around Jake’s shoulders. The weight making him fold in on himself, wondering if he’d have more strength to over power this thing in his own body..

“There’s definitely something special about this one.” He states, sighing. “And you just gave her the fuck of her life..”

The demon chuckles, shaking his head. “I suppose you didn’t think this through? That your precious kitten will more than likely never leave him now.”

Jay swallows, seeing red as he blinks away the heat gathered around his eyes, pushing back the layer of moisture coated over his gaze. “If you’re real.. you should be able to answer that for me..”

“I can.” The demon says confidently. “For a price.”

“More blood?”

Jay waits, head turning toward the viscous creature sat by him, gaze blown wide. “Try again.”

“What? My soul?”

“Would you give up your soul for her?” He asks curiously, seemingly intrigued by the simple human mind. The power emotions hold over their useless brains and bodies.

“How could I love her with no soul..” Jay mumbles, the question hanging over his head.

“Doesn’t matter anyway.” The demon says, flashing his sharp metal-like teeth. “Human souls, that’s so centuries ago.”

“What do you want from me?” Jay sits up, eyebrows furrowed, nearly reaching out to ensure this is no nightmare.

“How much are you willing to sacrifice?” The demons fingers snap, displaying Jay’s reflection before him. Jake blinks back at him, face stressed by his own inner turmoil his best friend can’t possibly be aware of. “Would you sacrifice him for your own selfish desire to have her? Discard the years of friendship, love and trust built between the two of you?”

Jay watches Jake’s face fall, reaching up to drag his fingers down cheeks that aren’t his, pinch a bottom lip he’s never once felt before. Lips that know yours all too well, lips that mold to yours as if they were meant to be together..

Jay drags his gaze to your resting figure, bundled up in the hotel bed without a clue of what he’d be willing to lose for you. Consumed by his obsession to lose himself to you everyday for the rest of his life.

Devour him whole, consumed flesh to bone.

Already more than willing to sacrifice his own life for you, not an ounce of guilt awakens in his mind as he turns back to face the demon. The question repeats around him, carried by the power over his mind.

‘How much are you willing to sacrifice?’

“Anything.”

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