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gyundo · 1 year

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“My Delectable Treat”

Sim Jaeyun (Jake) x Male Reader

SMUT! DNI if under 18

Plot: Jake and Y/N have a special moment at a fansign, allowing a very steamy night, in particular, to occur.

Y/N, a high school student, was struck by the pandemic as off-guard as everyone else. He had been stuck in the daily cycle of school-eat-study-sleep repeat for so long that he was completely lost on how to make use of the abundant free time he had.

As he found himself exploring the internet, he stumbled upon I-Land. Quickly interested in the competition show, he began learning about the how celebrities were “constructed” in Korea, and he also became a fan of one of the trainees in particular, Jake Sim.

With his cute face and astoundingly attractive aussie accent, Y/N found himself quickly rooting for one of the most talented participants and hoped that his favorite would make it into the final lineup.

Days of waiting and supporting his favorite with comments under each video finally payed off when Jake was announced to be in the final lineup. Y/N found himself so happy, he did not even realize when the tears began to flow down his cheeks. Even though all of his interactions with Jake had been one-sided, which was Jake simply talking to the camera, Y/N felt a sense of pride like someone close to him had just won.

Supporting ENHYPEN through their first comeback, Fever, and begging his parents to allow him to buy an album, Y/N found himself smiling even more when upon unboxing the album, he discovered he got a Jake photocard.

Seeing his idol making a cute kissy face and not being able to resist his beautiful black orbs, Y/N kissed the photocard before putting it in his phone cover.

Y/N religiously carried his precious Jakie around with him wherever he went, all the while stalking the group youtube channel for new vlogs for him to see his favorite.

With more comebacks and concepts, Y/N saw Jake transform from a youthful, bright boy in his teens to a daddy with the most attractive actions. From the way he began to lick his lips to the way his jawline and features became more prominent, Y/N could not help but feel a tent in his pants forming. Seeing the way his bias’s attractive hairstyles accentuated his features and his confidence-filled winks and lip bites just emanated sexiness, Y/N could only fantasize about being touched by Jake and found his lower half become painfully big as nothing could seem to ease the discomfort.

Y/N found himself crying himself to sleep more than once. He felt like in the sea of ENHYPEN fans, he was nobody to Jake, even though he was one of Jake’s first fans who supported him throughout I-Land and from a rookie group to one of the most successful and well-known fourth generation groups. He wanted to let Jake know about how he supported him, felt like he knew him, and wanted him badly.

Y/N kept supporting ENHYPEN in each comeback by buying albums, but the realization that Jake was never going to know who Y/N was broke him each time. Y/N, not that he ever would, could not even try to meet Jake coincidentally at a restaurant or known area where idols are commonly seen because he did not even live in Korea. Of course, Y/N was well aware that doing so would be considered stalking and Jake certainly would not like Y/N intruding on his privacy either.

Stuck in his one-sides admiration, Y/N could only meet with Jake in his dreams that were fueled by the hours he spent everyday watching enha content.

Y/N still kept buying albums, and it was not long before there was another comeback and Y/N was hoping for a Jake pc once again. In a strange turn of events, Y/N not only realized that he got another Jake pc, but he also won a ticket to a fan sign.

The chance to meet with ENHYPEN and to finally look his bias in the eye made Y/N gush with excitement. He felt like his hopes and dreams could finally come true, even if he couldn’t have Jake, at least Jake would know Y/N existed.

Y/N could not fall asleep for weeks before the day of sign, simply out of excitement. He worked to get all of his school work done for the days he would be away in Korea for the fansign. Now in his final year of high school, Y/N had been working a job and had enough money to travel to Seoul. He booked the tickets a few days before and often laid down on his bed, staring at the ceiling with a smile.

Y/N’s smile never faded, all throughout security, his flight to Seoul, and taxi ride to the hotel room. Y/a was overjoyed to know that he would be seeing his Jake the next day, and he went out to purchase a few things as gifts for him.

Y/N arrived at the venue of the fansign and felt his heart beating. As he walked out of the security check and into the area where the event was to take place, Y/N’s heart dropped. He saw a line of around 25 people in front of him, all of whom were young Korean girls or teenagers. Y/N’s smile immediately turned into a frown as he suddenly felt self-conscious and out of place. Y/N began to question if it was normal for a guy to support a male idol so much and was scared of Jake feeling awkward around him because of this. As he saw the line getting shorter, he became able to see Jake with more detail and clairity.

The way Jake’s face shined and the way his eyes and wavy hair gave a look full of attractiveness and wonder, Y/N became more nervous about meeting Jake. The time finally came when Y/N was in front of Jake.

Jake looked into Y/N’s eyes with the most non-judge mental, friendly look possible, which took away all of Y/N’s fear.

“Hi, what’s your name,” Jake politely asked as he took a good look at the other male. Jake’s attention was finally caught by the fact that a male had finally come, after the huge flurry of female fans.

“I’m Y/N L/N! I’ve been supporting you forever since the first episode of I-LAND, and I’ve been buying albums for every comeback,” Y/N quickly announces as he saw Jake smiling while signing his album.

“I’m so happy to hear that, Y/N. I hope you’ll continue to support us,” Jake said with an angelic smirk. In fact, Jake was smiling because of Y/N’s words just as much as of Y/N himself. Seeing the other boy’s beautiful, jewel-like eyes and cutely parted, pink lips with a nice tuft of hair prettily covering an area of his forehead, Jake couldn’t help but stare. Unfortunately, Jake knew his limits as an idol and Y/N knew his as a fan. Jake handed Y/N his album back, and Jake kept looking at Y/N until the distance between the two became too much for him to see anymore.

Y/N felt like he was on cloud nine after finally being able to meet the object of his affections and getting Jake’s attention. He quickly made his way back to the hotel room, albeit feeling a little upset that talking to Jake for 2 minutes was the most he could interact with him. He still wanted to get to know Jake and be close to him, and talk for hours on end. The realization that Y/N would never see Jake again in real life hit him like a truck, as he found fat tears rolling down his eyes as he entered his hotel room.

He fell face down onto the bed and began crying as he questioned why he felt such an attachment towards a celebrity who didn’t even know him and grieved as he thought Jake would probably forget about him anyways, since ENHYPEN had so many fans visit them during fansigns.

Getting up out of the bed with swollen, reddened eyes, Y/N tried to console himself by finally taking a look at what Jake wrote inside the album. Y/N’s jaw dropped as he read what was written.

“Thanks for all of your support, Y/N! We don’t have many male fans and you’re the first to ever come to a fansign, so I’ll certainly remember you if you come to a concert someday! Also, you’re really cute and text me at XXX-XXX-XXXX.”

Y/N couldn’t believe that Jake had given him his number, this only happened in fanfictions. His hand shook as he sent Jake a text with the message “Hi, it’s Y/N L/N. You’re also stupidly handsome.”

Y/N walked to the convenience store for dinner with a new pep in his step. He had just been noticed by not just any idol, but Jake Sim, and got his phone number as well. He was eating his shin ramyun quite aggressively, as he hadn’t eaten much throughout the day and was starved. He was on a particularly forceful slurp when he saw a response from Jake, quickly finishing off the bite so he could see what was written.

Jake wrote, “ Hey cutie 😏, wanna go somewhere tmrw?” Y/N nearly leaped out of joy as he replied with an affirmative immediately. Once he got back to his hotel room, the two began to text back and forth for the whole night, as they slowly learned more about each other and the attraction reached new heights.

Morning could not seem soon enough, and Y/N made sure to get to the mall where Jake and Y/N were to have their “date”, or that’s at least what Y/N thought it was. Standing by the entrance, he waited, scanning each face until he found the one he was looking force.

Even hidden behind a black mask, Y/N recognized the silky, wavy brown hair with a middle part and the eyes that seemed full of both purity and like they were hiding a secret. Jake seemed to recognize Y/N at the same time, suddenly grabbing his hand and running to the nearest bathroom.

“J-Jake, where are we going?” Y/N questioned, completely puzzled by his idol’s brazenness.

Jake remained silent as he kept dragging Y/N into the most isolated bathroom down a long corridor. Upon opening the door and confirming it was empty, Jake took off his mask.

Y/N watched with infatuation as the rest of Jake’s impeccable face was revealed. Seeing him up close, Y/N noticed the smoothness of his skin, the velvety honey like color that made Y/N want to have a taste, and the red, smooth lips that adorned his face.

Jake responded, “I’m sorry I had to do that so abruptly, I saw the paparazzi behind me and I had to get away from their camera. Let’s stay here for a few minutes until the coast is clear.”

Y/N replied with a nod, secretly celebrating that he had more time to look at Jake. The boy still had not let go of his hand, and was instead looking into his eyes. Y/N couldn’t help but feel that Jake was attracted to him as well, and he moved his lips closer to Jake’s.

Feeling the need to close the distance from looking at Y/N, Jake quickly closed the distance between their lips. Y/N felt the gentle pressure from Jake’s lips, commencing a flow of euphoria throughout his body. Y/N put his hands around Jake’s neck as Jake reached down for the waist of his object of affection. Jake leaned into the kiss more and slightly moved his lips to create a pleasurable friction. Y/N was quick to adjust his lips accordingly so they perfectly met Jake’s.

“You’re such a good kisser,” Jake sighed with a low tone while catching his breath.

“It was my first kiss, it was probably all you,” Y/N flirted back equally.

Jake was surprised to hear about him being Y/N first kiss, but this only gave his ego a boost. Inquiring more, Y/N explained to him the story of his one-sided love and support for Jake, which as a side effect, prevented him from engaging in any other romantic relations.

“Shall we go now?” Jake inquired from Y/N with his prominent aussie accent that only made him more irresistible in the eyes of Y/N.

Y/N responded with an affirmative, and the two set out to explore the mall. From the coffee shop to the clothing stores, Y/N and Jake explored every area of the mall, the small things they saw indicating their personalities, interests, likes, and dislikes. As the two bonded more, they didn’t realize that the mall was about to close until an announcement was made.

“Can I drop you off somewhere, babe,” Jake lovingly asked Y/N.

Flustered with how fast they were moving, but obsessed with the thought of having a date with his longtime lover (at least in his heart), THE Sim Jaeyun, Y/N could not help but exclaim, “YES!” with enthusiasm. He then gave Jake the location of the hotel as the two got into an Uber.

“You don’t live in Seoul?” Jake inquisitively spoke to Y/N.

“N-No, I’m from America,” Y/N lowly muttered while avoiding eye contact, aware that Jake’s expression would be one of sadness.

“So does that mean you came all the way here just to see me?” Jake continued.

“Mhm, I turned 18 not too long ago and so I was able to come here by myself to see you. I worked hard to make enough money for the costs, but it all was worth it,” Y/N smiled with the most innocent grin.

Jake, looking calm but simply baffled and unable to wrap his head around the idea that somebody could like him that much, blushed furiously.

Jake cracked a joke about how attractive he must be if Y/N liked him that much, to which Y/N blushed with even more fury than Jake, while the older laughed.

The duo soon reached the hotel, and Y/N invited Jake to come inside while they talked some more. Y/N learned more about Jake’s interests and hobbies, as well as his personality off-camera, which was different than expected, but still lovable. Jake couldn’t help but look at Y/N’s cute eyes and the facial expressions he made as the two flirted.

“Would you like to just stay over,” Y/N offered to Jake kindly, but clearly smitten.

Jake’s pants felt a tightening that he had been controlling ever since watching the cute expressions and movements of Y/N. The smooth skin exposed by the loose neck of the t-shirt he was wearing only seemed to be calling for Jake to come and mark that area as his.

“Thanks love, I’ll take you up on that. I’ll just go and take a shower first.” Jake announced while thinking of the shower as an opportunity to cleanse his mind of any dirty thoughts. Y/N handed him some clean clothes, watching as Jake made his way into the bathroom.

As Jake’s dirty thoughts faded, Y/N’s became stronger. He could not stop thinking about the way Jake smirked confidently smirked at him, the deep sound of his voice, the perfect amalgamation of facial features on one person, and the eyes that seemed to be capable of a dirty secret. So attracted to his face, his habit of licking his lips, and filled with the thought of their kiss earlier in the day, Y/N’s pants became filled with a bulge that he tried to ease up by massaging.

Just as Y/N was making his attempts to ease his hard-on, he heard sound of Jake coming out of the bathroom and grabbed his pajamas and towel. The minute Jake walked out, Y/N, with his head down, briskly walked into the bathroom as to avoid eye contact with the older that would excite his boner even more.

While cleansing his thoughts in the shower, Jake lied down on the one bed in the room and thought about how lucky he had been to be able to meet someone dedicated to just him and not only obsessed with the outer version of himself. Y/N was truly loving every bit of Jake that he revealed, evident through the younger’s eyes.

As Y/N walked out of the bathroom, all thoughts of purity escaped Jake. He stared at the way Y/N’s hair clinged to his forehead, the way his exposed skin was inviting a sensual adventure, and the steam escaping his barely-parted lips. Jake’s cock grew immensely, to a point where he could not hide it anymore and he didn’t care.

Making eye contact with the older for the first time after the shower, Y/N couldn’t help but notice the definition on Jake’s body that the semi-wet t-shirt gave him. Perfectly sculpted abs and plump pecs made Y/N lower body quiver, as he noticed the unique way Jake looked at him. With an inviting and lustful gaze that was threatening to corrupt him and large cock that stuck out under Jake’s sleepwear, Y/N slowly made his way over to Jake as his breathing became erratic and his face became red.

“Commie here, Y/N-N,” Jake beckoned.

Y/N complied by nervously lying down next to Jake. Purposefully trying to elicit a reaction, Jake did not say anything to Y/N but saw something growing in the younger’s pants while he closed his eyes out of embarrassment. The truth was that Y/N had been thinking, no fantasizing, about having Jake take care of his sexual needs and desires that the older was causing him to have.

Jake pulled Y/N into an embrace that allowed every inch of their bodies to touch. Jake could feel the heavy beating of the younger’s heart and stared right into his (Y/N eye color) orbs, pulling him into a deep kiss at the same time. The way Jake’s tongue swirled around Y/N’s lips and finally entered his mouth, sealed with Jake’s own lips, made Y/N groan out of pleasure.

Feeling every inch of his tongue getting licked and stimulated by that of the man he wanted the most gave him a satisfaction like no other. Y/N felt his hardness rub against Jake’s much larger one, pressing down to give the two more pleasure.

Jake responded, “Fuck M/N, You’re only 18. I didn’t think you could be this dirty minded,” before flipping the two over so Y/N was now on the bottom. The older suddenly pulled Y/N’s shirt up, causing Y/N to yelp out of surprise.

“It’s so cold hyung, I need to be warmed up,” Y/N spoke with a suggestive voice. The former was proved true by the way Y/N’s nipples stood up, prompting Jake to lean in and suck on one.

“Mmph-Haa JAKE,” Y/N yelled out upon the strange feeling of having his nipples licked and stimulated so strongly. Jake’s suction only grew more as Y/N began to yell out more, the way his tongue licked his nipple sending waves of pleasure throughout the younger’s body.

A string of saliva connected Y/N’s now swollen, reddened nipple with Jake’s lips. As Y/N slowly came back to his senses, he heard Jake whisper, “We can’t leave the other one not looking the same can we now?”

Y/N’s eyes filled with concern but Jake moved his mouth onto Y/N’s other nipple, prompting more groans and sounds of pleasure to be released as it slowly grew to the size of the other. Suckling from his right nipple caused Y/N’s cock to grow further, which Jake noticed and began to rub his own, clothed member over.

Jake moved his face over to Y/N once more, where he could see the lust in his eyes. Y/N was tempted by the moistness on his lips and captured it with his own once again, commencing a delicate tongue dance that made both feel as if they could not hold back any longer.

Y/N’s hyung slid his hand under Y/N’s own cock and began palming him while the two made out further.

Jake broke the kiss abruptly, “I need more Y/N, and I can’t hold back anymore.” He slid off Y/N’s pajamas while bringing his crotch closer to Y/N’s face.

Aware of exactly what the older wanted, Y/N pulled down Jake’s pajamas, greeted by a thick, veiny cock leaking with delicious precum. Believing it to be his opportunity to make his man feel good, Y/N immediately began licking and suckling the older’s tip.

“Awh yeah, just like that Y/N. My cock is only for you and nobody else,” Jake moaned out. Y/N began to deepthroat and explore every vein on Jake’s cock with his tongue. Jake belonged to Y/N and it was his right to enjoy every inch of him. Seeing Jake’s sexy expression with his tongue sticking out slightly while he bit his lips, Y/N could not help but suck him more.

Due to Y/N giving special attention to the tip, Jake yelled out, “F-fuck Y/NNN, who knew a young boy like you could make me feel so wild. Suck on my dick harder like you mean it.”

Y/N began sucking and licking Jake’s cock with such intensity that his hyung could not help but groan and thrust softly into Y/N’s warm, tight throat. Y/N was enjoying Jake’s dick like his favorite mango ice cream bar, while Jake was enjoying all the attention from the dongsaeng he managed to seduce.

Neither of them could seem to get enough. Y/N’s wet cavern that was spewing gushing noises and making Jake’s cock all wet and stimulated was almost enough for Jake to cum, just as Y/N felt himself nearly coming from having his throat filled and fucked so well.

“You want hyung to wreck your boy hole, huh Y/N?” Jake sexily moaned into Y/N’s.

Y/N responded by immediately kissing Jake and whispering back, “Please please please Jake, fuck me right now. I’m so needy and i’ve been saving myself for you. Only you can satisfy me, claim my hole as yours, daddy.”

Jake’s cock instantaneously grew more and became almost rock hard as he began to reach for the condom inside the side table drawer that he had checked earlier. His actions were met by a slap from Y/N’s hand that caused the condom to fly out of the older’s hand.

“I didn’t save myself for you just so you could do me with a barrier. Jake, I need you to breed me and pump me full of your cum. Your cock and your cum is mine and mine alone,” Y/N explained while rubbing his hand over Jake’s hard abs.

“Such a sexy and cute boy, I can’t believe I found you,” Jake said while staring into Y/N’s lustful eyes.

Jake flipped over Y/N so his quivering hole could be seen, and aligned his cock to it.

“This is gonna hurt, you slut, but you wanted it,” Jake slyly announced to Y/N, who could feel the weight of the cock right behind him, with its girth and length threatening to stretch out Y/N to the maximum.

“AAAH,” Y/N moaned out as Jake thrusted his large cock directly into his ass. His ass felt so painful, like it had been torn in many different places. He wanted Jake inside him and finally had him, but the pain was far worse than he expected. His being felt so full, however, like having a permanent itch soothed.

“So tight for me, my dongsaeng,” Jake groaned out as he saw Y/N adjusting. Tears began falling out of Y/N’s eyes, but Jake leaned in to kiss his cheeks to distract him.

“Be rough with me, okay Jake?” Y/N commanded Jake after a minute of silence.

“Whatever my Y/Nie wants, he will get” Jake responded as he pulled out of Y/N while leaning the tip and swiftly thrusting his humongous length inside.

“HAAH-HYUNG,” Y/N yelled out, “MORE I WANT IT MORE!”

Jake grabbed Y/N’s arms, pinning them behind his back and he began to roughly thrust at an animalistic pace. He pounded Y/N firmly, over and over again, without fail. His large cock filled all of Y/N’s anus as he continued to wreck the younger boy’s hole too good.

With the swelling from the intrusion and slight injury kicking in, Jake seemed to feel an even stronger tightness around his cock, “Such a perfect hole saved just for me to fuck and claim. I’m gonna make you addicted to this feeling, Y/N”.

Jake began to fuck Y/N more slowly until he finally felt Y/N’s body shake after he rubbed his cock against his prostate.

“UNGGH, RIGHT THERE JAKE. FUCK ME LIKE YOU MEAN IT DADDY,” Y/N moaned out as waves of pleasure from having his prostate stimulated made his mind go blank.

Jake replied with thrusts at an animalistic pace, as he was following through with his promise to breed Y/N like an animal. Jake’s cock felt perfectly enveloped by Y/N squelching, warm hole that seemed to fit his cock better by the minute.

The sound of Jake’s golf ball sized testicles hitting Y/N’s ass filled the room as Y/N enjoyed every minute of being treated like Jake’s personal fleshlight. Being fucked rough his first time like a whore by the man he wanted the most made the experience all too good.

“More, Jakie, more,” Y/N whispered lightly, clearly out of energy from being bred so hard, yet still wanting more. Jake complied with more thrusts pushing Y/N to the edge, his cock perfectly stretching out the younger’s boy hole every time.

Jake leaned down to lick Y/N’s earlobe as he placed his abdomen on top of Y/N’s back while thrusting so hard that sounds of the bed frame crashing into the wall repeatedly filled the room.

Y/N, filled with immense pleasure and loving every second of his tight hole being wrecked and mangled by every vein on Jake’s juicy cock, began licking and feeling up Jake’s large biceps.

“So-So BIG, hyung,” Y/N yelled out for the whole world to know as he enjoyed being devoured by the one and only Sim Jaeyun.

“My cock or my body, Y/N?” Jake responded with a smirk and a sudden thrust that left Y/N mouth and asshole alike agape.

“Everything is so big about you hyunGGG,” Y/N managed to mutter out in the middle of a thrust that sent another wave of pleasure, “Your dick, your abs, your biceps, your heart, everything”.

Y/N’s lower body felt tingly as his prostrate was abused over and over by Jake’s unrelenting thrusts, and sudden propulsions kept him on edge. Jake, satisfied with Y/N‘s response, wanted to fuck Y/N so good that he would never imagine being able to enjoy a cock other than his own.

Jake’s cock began to slide in easier and grant him more pleasure with the precum that he painted all over Y/N’s formerly virgin walls. He was determined to show the younger that he owned him and that Y/N was Jake’s personal thing.

“Do you want Jake’s cum in you, huh, Y/N?” Jake questioned the younger while continuously shoving his cock into a hole that had become more accustomed to the intrusion over the last half hour.

“YES PLEASE I NEED IT. MY HOLE NEEDS IT JAKEE,” Y/N yelled out of desperation.

Reaching his climax, Jake’s cock turned inconceivably hard as his thrusts became sloppy and rougher. Jake released a copious amount of cum into the younger, with spurts of cum continuously flowing out.

Y/N, full of the sensation of being filled with a large cock and warmed up by an immeasurable amount of Jake’s hot semen, felt his own orgasm near as Jake thrusted in him one last time. The thrust was enough for Y/N to shower spurts of cum all over his chest and the sheets.

“I finally have your cum, hyung. You’ve finally marked me as yours and bred me,” Y/N let out with satisfaction.

“That was fabulous, my delectable treat,” Jake softly spoke to Y/N while scooping his cum up and licking it all off his fingers. Jake’s cum continued to gush inside Y/N as his reddened hole was held shut by the base of Jake’s cock still inside him.

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sutang-hoon · 2 years

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three is better than one — lhs, pjs, sjy x male!reader (m.)

PAIRING: lee heeseung, park jongseong, sim jaeyun x male!reader (he/him)

SUMMARY: the notorious lee heeseung invites you over to his place, which was something you thought was impossible. he had two roommates, and unbeknownst to you, the three had something in mind.

WARNINGS: unprotected sex, kinda foursome, name-calling, orgasm denial, nasty shit, some body praise, rimming, blowjob (jay receiving)

AUTHOR'S NOTE: can't stop thinking about heejayke so here ya go everyone! tagging my favorites @flwrboi and @jojayke

it doesn't feel real. it doesn't feel real that you ended up in a situation like this that it's so funny and baffling. but right now, you're inside lee heeseung's dorm. the lee heeseung. the guy everyone stares at when he walks by. the guy everyone talks about. and hell, you were a part of that everyone. you always found yourself shifting in your seat and crossing your legs whenever you saw heeseung. it was embarrassing, but he never failed to make you grow hard in your pants.

god, you wanted heeseung so bad - his friends, park jongseong and sim jaeyun were also at the center of attention. the three would always be found together and would catch everyone's attention. they sure know how to carry themselves.

you always thought you were straight, but it was as if those three guys grabbed your heterosexuality and crushed it with their feet. your first encounter with heeseung may be cliché, but you ran into him on the way home, at a bus stop, specifically. his tall figure made him even more irresistible. his beautiful charcoal hair, his sharp jawline. his sharp nose and adam's apple that you've shamelessly fantasized about, those two very features of him were the cause of your desperate rutting against your pillow, moaning and crying out heeseung's name, imagining your pillow as heeseung's face instead.

you've never met jongseong nor jaeyun yet, but both ran through your mind, too. jongseong, also known as jay, has a charming way of carrying himself, his sharp jawline, his killer smile and god, his huge biceps. jaeyun is also known as jake. huge but chiseled face, his lips, and his god-awful but hot as fuck habit of sticking his tongue out, okay, you also shamelessly rutted against your pillow to the thought of those two - his thick lips and tongue, not the mention how huge his tongue looks. that huge tongue of his paired with his luscious lips were enough to make you wonder how good he is at eating someone out.

but now, all those fantasies would come to life as heeseung leads you towards his room. you feel yourself freeze as you see two figures seated on a pair of chairs located across from each other. they were none other than park jongseong and sim jaeyun. heeseung notices your shock, and slowly but subtly snakes his hands behind you, his hand ending up on your waist. "you're surprised that they're my roommates?" you nod, and it takes a moment for you to process that.

"well, come on, get comfortable." heeseung tips his head, pointing at the bed. the tension in the room was unbelievably heavy as you make your way toward the bed. the three boys look at each other and heeseung throws them a gesture. you tilt your head, weird. then you notice that jay and jake have gotten up from their seats and are currently walking towards you slowly, like two wolves ready to pounce on their prey.

"what is this, heeseung?"

promptly, jay and jake take hold of your wrists and pins them down. that was enough to make your eyes widen in shock. you already knew where this was going. of course you did. you've always imagined something like this to happen. you start squirming in their hold, but it was no use. both jay and jake were strong. that alone made a wave of heat run up your spine.

"heeseung, help!" it was fucking stupid for you to ask heeseung for help when he was probably the one behind this whole ordeal.

heeseung chuckles, his voice dropping, and acquires a hint of dominance. he slides both his hands in his pockets and throws his head back, and you can't help but close your legs and bite your lips when you see his adam's apple bobbing. heeseung finds it so fucking pathetic yet so adorable how you turned to him for help. he feels sorry for a moment when he sees your eyes genuinely pleading for help, but it fuels his ego and desires at the same time.

heeseung shuffles closer to the bed. he sets his hands on the foot of the bed before lifting himself up onto the bed. and slowly, he crawls towards you. again, he looks like a wolf ready to pounce on his prey. he had a sense of neediness yet dominance, you could see it in his eyes. you maintained eye contact with him, even when he was right on top of you. he looks huge, and your eyes moved down to his broad shoulders. heeseung's large and veiny hands placed themselves on your cheek, and he just admires you.

"you're so fucking adorable yet handsome, i can't wait to ruin you." heeseung mutters next to your ear before biting it, which makes you gasp. heeseung pulls back and looks down at your torso, and he wanted to groan when he noticed you were wearing a hoodie that was a little too big for you, the hood draped over your slightly unkempt hair. "let's take this off, shall we?" heeseung places his hand on the lower part of your hoodie before shifting it so that your lower torso peeks out. heeseung mutters a "holy shit" when he lays his eyes upon your slim yet toned stomach. he drags and traces his fingers across the faint lines that decorated your belly beautifully.

"hah, heeseung..." you writhed and tried to move away from heeseung's hand yet at the same time, his touch was addicting. you feel your dick pulsate in your pants, with heeseung still running his hands across your belly. you continue to shiver as he moves your hoodie just above your chest and before you knew it, heeseung latches his lips onto your chest, even going as far as to lick your nipples. the older male appreciated how slim yet toned you were, and that

"take this off, it's annoying." jay and jake let you go for a moment and watch you take off your hoodie, with jake biting his lower lip in anticipation. when you finally pull your hoodie off you, heeseung grabs the article of clothing and then throws it somewhere in the room before suddenly going in for a kiss. he swipes his tongue on your lower lip, and you accepted heeseung's offer, letting him explore every crease of your hot mouth. you would make brief yet small sounds while the kiss got deeper. a gasp leaves your lips and get swallowed by heeseung when you feel his hand on your milky thigh. you were too drunken during the kiss that you didn't even notice the fact that jay and jake had left the bed, with heeseung tapping jake's shoulder, which catches jay's attention too, before gesturing them to leave with a single point of a finger, to which the two understands and leaves you two alone.

heeseung pulls back to catch his breath, and to say he was in love with how you looked in the moment was an understatement. he was fucking obsessed. he loves the pink that decorated your cheeks, your slightly swollen and pinkish lips, your untidy hair he'd love to pull later, your doe like eyes looking up at him - holy shit, he can't wait to ruin you. he lets all his emotions out as he goes in for another kiss.

you feel heeseung's hand creep up your thigh, but this time, he doesn't stop. you feel his hand move closer and closer to your probably soiled pants. at once, he palms you through your boxers, and you emit a quite loud whine into his mouth, and heeseung groans in response. you sounded so beautiful right now, even the other two boys, jay and jake were taken aback. the two share a look, oh how they wish they were heeseung right now. jay feels infuriated right now, he wanted to be heeseung, and if he was, he'd make sure you wouldn't stop crying, moaning. jake finds it unfair, pouting like a little puppy when he looks at the two of you. he can't wait for his turn - he would absolutely make you his. his pretty boy.

heeseung continues to kiss you desperately before pulling back for the last time. he pulls his shirt off and smiles when he sees you goggling at his toned body. you thoughtlessly ran your hands over his abs, biting your lower lip before making eye contact with heeseung.

jay feels a pull, and he sees jake look up at him with need glossed in his eyes. he finds it funny how all the dominant energy he radiated when you entered the room disappeared. jay is 100% certain the latter is just as needy as he was, although jay masked how much he craved your body. "jay, can i ask you a favor?" it takes jay to turn his head towards jake, gulping when he sees heeseung push another cry from your throat - heeseung starts to grind on your boxers and heeseung himself is naked, with the exception of his calvin klein boxers, and you notice just how hard heeseung was. his seemingly hard cock pressed so much on his boxers, and thankfully, you controlled yourself from tearing his boxers, including yours.

"i mean... why not?"

jay had always found jake kind of cute. to him, he found the other boy to have two, he likes to call them, personalities. sim jaeyun was his first personality. this personality of his to him was his more boyish, flirty side. this side of his was the one he often presented in public. jake, on the other hand, was his more adorable and softer side. jake was obviously the chosen personality of his as he ruts against jay, lips pout in need when he realizes it might take a while for heeseung to be done with you.

"come here."

he pulls jake by the collar and smashes their lips together. jay slithers an arm around jake's waist, pulling him closer and eventually making the kiss deeper. jake lets out a gasp when jay takes ahold of his ass. heeseung looks behind for a split second, chuckling. "guess they were too impatient. they want you so bad, too." you blush at the remark. you've never had anyone down bad for you until this very moment.

you start shivering when heeseung grinds against your boxers and hard-on, chasing the friction he yearned for. heeseung slowly grabs your hand and entwines it with his. you found it such a romantic action, which completely contradicted the way he grinded on you harder.

"god, you're so fucking handsome." heeseung lets his tongue dart out from between his lips as he carefully appreciates and examines your facial features. from your black although slightly curly hair, your porcelain skin, your pretty eyes that drive him crazy, your pretty although swollen lips to the pretty pink that paints your cheeks.

you were the prettiest boy he'd ever seen.

heeseung pulls back and shimmies your boxers down your legs before throwing it somewhere in the room. he spreads your legs, watching your hole clench around nothing. you prepare yourself for what's about to come (although you didn't want to admit it, you were quite excited.) heeseung was in for a treat.

without warning whatsoever, heeseung dives in between your legs. he starts eating your ass out like a starved man - his pointy nose rubs against your perineum. heeseung slurps, sucks, licks and savors your hole, and you find your hands grasping his black hair, while your other arm drapes over your mouth, attempting to muffle the nastiest noises that would come out of your mouth. heeseung looks up at you and you look down at him. the image of heeseung closing his eyes, his veins protruding from his forehead, and the way he held onto your thighs almost made you cum right then and there.

"mhm- he-hee, ah! heeseung!" you cry out when he continues his assault on your hole - your dick was glossy with pre-cum as heeseung shows no sign of stopping. although tired, you scan the room in search for jay and jake. you did remember you were in the room with them. and when you finally found them, you actually moaned so loud, even heeseung had to stop.

lo and behold, jay throws his head back against the wall and stutters jake's name when he takes jay's dick in his mouth. jay looks at the two of you with half lidded eyes, swallowing and attempting to think of something to say even with his mind clouded with lust.

"we... couldn't wait to fuck him, and we- fuck! did this instead."

you found it extremely dizzying how they did resort to this. jay and jake wanted to fuck you so bad, that they became impatient. that's how bad they wanted you. they wanted to fuck you already.

"you heard that, pretty boy? they wanted you so bad that they tried fucking each other instead." heeseung runs his hand across your body, expecting a response from you.

"i'm flattered, really. you three are hot as fuck." you reply, smiling at him. heeseung smiles back, and you feel your heart skip a beat. it's so goddamn unfair how he looks this good. how the hell did jay and jake control themselves around him?

heeseung pulls his boxers down and has an idea. he throws it to jay, "here, you might moan so fucking loud from jake sucking you off so good that the neighbors will check on all four of us." jay catches the boxers in his hand before placing it in his mouth.

heeseung turns back to you and starts running the tip of his cock against your hole. his eyes remain on your face as he continues to tease you. "what do you want me to do, prince?" you groan and cry out, trying to at least respond, too needy to even care about anything anymore.

"i want you to fuck me. lee heeseung. please, fuck me."

"good boy."

heeseung leans back and spreads your legs even before. one hand on your belly, another hand on his dick. he slowly pushes in, a drawn-out moan escaping your lips - heeseung gasps and rolls his head back as he tries his best to maintain eye contact with you. he buries himself inside you to the hilt, watching his cock disappear completely inside you. he lets out a breathy moan when he your walls clench around him.

"you're so fucking tight, pretty boy. might fuck you harder than usual."

heeseung drags his cock back to the point it almost falls out of your hole. three, two, one. he snaps his hips forward with so much force which pulls a scream so loud that jay moans into the fabric in between his teeth as he watches heeseung fuck you like an animal. jake continues to bob his head on jay's dick, closing his eyes and hearing all three of your moans, and the sound of skin slapping against skin.

"jake... fuck! your mouth is so good." jay moans and looks down at jake, who's already looking up at him with those innocent eyes, which prompts jay to start fucking the other boy's mouth. jay doesn't care anymore when he starts bucking hips, chasing his much need release. he tries to time his thrusts with heeseung's, getting off to the two of you fucking, and heeseung notices that. heeseung grabs both of your hands and pins them above your head. he notices how small your hands were compared to his, and it just pushes him over the edge.

"jay's watching us right now." you just babble as a response. heeseung thrusts even faster, and he knows he found your sweet spot when you start to tremble violently - you start crying out loud as heeseung continues his assault on your prostate. "was this what you wanted pretty boy? being fucked dumb by my cock? hm?" heeseung throws his head back and whimpers when you tighten around him even more.

jay starts screaming into the boxers in his mouth when he feels his dick start to twitch in jake's mouth, and vibrations sent by jake's occasional moans were not helping. he watches the two of you again and starts hammering his hips even faster, he latches on to jake's scalp tighter than ever. he rolls his eyes back so far in his head. the world around him seemed to disappear completely and all he could feel was pleasure, pleasure, and pleasure.

and just like a firework, jay quite literally explodes into jake's mouth, the most guttural scream escaping his throat as his hips stutter. jake closes an eye because of how much of jay's cum unloads in his mouth. jay was shaking and he keeps his hands tangled in jake's hair as his dick spurts the last drops of cum. jay takes out the boxers in between his mouth and sighs heavily, using his remaining energy to comb a hand through his hair. "holy fuck, jake."

you were drowning in so much pleasure that you could feel everything even to the tips of your fingers and toes. heeseung's thrusts start to turn sloppy. you widen your eyes when your climax comes closer and closer and you even start drooling.

like a gust of wind blowing out a candle, heeseung pulls out, and you immediately scream a "no!". you were so fucking close, and it just feels so cruel of heeseung to suddenly take your climax away from you. heeseung mockingly cooes when you start crying, "i was so c-close..." you whine at the loss of heeseung's dick.

"you do know that jay and jake are still here, right?"

heeseung turns around and gestures to jake and jay to come closer to the bed with his head. "jay's doesn't have any energy left since i sucked him good." jake shoots a smirk at jay, who rolls his eyes, recovering from his intense orgasm. jake starts to walk towards you, and heeseung moves to the side of the bed, and he immediately knows what jake is up to. jake undresses and wastes no time in pulling you into yet another kiss. when he breaks the kiss, he starts rubbing the tip of his cock against your hole. unlike heeseung, he pushes in with no warning, and it results in you arching your back, gripping the sheets for dear life.

jake starts punching his hips forward, watching your face through his hooded eyes. "you've always wanted this, didn't you? i always noticed how you'd stare at the three of us. bet you're hungry for our cocks, hm? is that right, heeseung?" he turns to look at heeseung, who has a hand wrapped around his cock, pumping lazily. "yeah, i always noticed how he'd cross his pretty legs together when we walk by. he's such a cockslut, honestly." those words were like a punch to the gut, and the two guys just laugh as you feel tears threatening to fall from your eyes. jake places his arms beneath you and flips you around, pushing your head into the mattress, and re-enters you once again. he bites his lip as he spreads your ass cheeks apart.

heeseung starts to whine, his hand pumping his own cock even faster when jake speeds up his thrusts. "i want to fuck him so hard until he can't walk for days, man." he refers to heeseung, who switches his vision between you and jake. jake groans lowly when he feels you clench around him ever so tightly, and he knows his climax is not too far.

"fuck... jake, cum inside him." heeseung positions himself next to jake before inviting him to a deep kiss. jake is fucking you and making out with heeseung at the same time. it's heaven for the three of you - the three of you are moaning, crying, breathless, sweaty, and horny as hell, and you're not ashamed to admit that.

heeseung and jake moan into each other's mouths while you moan into the sheets, pleasure, and bliss running through every corner of your bodies. "i'm gonna cum, jake!" jake starts thrusting at an impossible speed, and your vision turns white as your cock gets milked, while jake spills his juices inside of your ass. he moans into heeseung's mouth, who also came at the same time, and moans back into jake's mouth. the three of you were shaking so much, and heeseung pulls away from the kiss before collapsing onto the bed. jake pulls his length out of your hole, watching his cum flow down onto the bed before collapsing.

a few minutes pass by as you all catch your breath and recover from the otherwise intense session you just had. heeseung asks jake, "where the hell is jay?" jake laughs and brushes his hair back. "look by the door." heeseung gets up, and to his surprise, finds jay on the floor, dozing off. "what the fuck happened to him?"

jake laughs. "i sucked him off, remember? i sucked him real good." heeseung reaches over to hit jake on the shoulder. "you didn't have to literally suck the life out of him, dumbass." in the midst of their bantering, your eyes feel heavy, and you were exhausted.

"god, that was good."

and just like that, the three of you on the bed doze off to sleep, still naked, but satisfied.

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hanibalistic · 1 year

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#477694 | LEE HEESEUNG.

genre | fluff

word count | 2599

warning | none

note | standing under the rain i will never forget you

heeseung didn't like the rain, but still, he headed into it.

his visible inner debate with himself after catching a glimpse of you outside the window almost felt silly.

it started with a double-take. he had to make sure it was you standing outside in the rain, but he subconsciously knew he could pick out just your silhouette, even in a sea of people, so he could not have been wrong. then it was laughter, a scoff, and a murmur of disbelief directed at himself for thinking there could be anybody else in this world choosing to be drenched in dirt rain but you. after the laugh was a sigh—a defeated sigh, one that indicated his familiarity with your almost egocentric mindset and his faint distaste of it.

he dropped his pen, the scientific explanation he was writing promptly abandoned, then he picked it back up with a forced grimace. he cleared his throat and mind by gripping the pen uncomfortably tight. the tip of the pen repeatedly pushed against the same spot on his workbook, leaving an increasingly prominent black dot. he urged himself not to look outside the window; the same reminder fed his curiosity to do so. he took a peek. a peek so short because he was quick to catch himself, but not short enough to not see you from his peripheral vision, still standing out in the rain.

"you don't even like the rain, heeseung," he whispered to himself as he adjusted his position on the chair.

he didn't add anything else to the unconvincing argument. his dislike for rain, the humid air it brings, the dirt puddle it forms, and the soak it creates on the fabric were real. but, whatever he was going to add, he knew was going to be about how he felt for you, and he knew it would have to be a lie if his goal was to stay indoors where warmth resided. he couldn't add anything more; thus, his argument not to head outside remained unconvincing.

"you don't care, heeseung," he told himself quietly before pursing his lips into a thin, unforgiving line. the lack of subject matter was too deliberate for its intention to be lost on him—he didn't care about what? about the rain? he did care about the rain, he hated it! about you? he did care. that's why he was debating himself in the first place!

heeseung dropped the pen again, this time with more force as he threw it. he put his head in his hands, rubbed his face into a rash-like redness, paused to gather his thoughts for a moment, and ran his hands through his hair to get them out of his eyes. he stared ahead at the wall above his desk. it was plastered with memories—polaroids pictures of his friends, calendar dates from the past he never bothered to wipe off, keychains, and a corner collage of different flower petals he stuck to the wall with scotch tape peeled into the tiniest shreds.

you picked them out for him. you never take the whole flower, just one petal. when he asked you about it, you said taking the entire flower from its root was too much responsibility. he wasn't asking you about that, he wanted to know why you kept giving him flower petals, but he didn't correct your answer.

"god damn it."

he begrudgingly got up from the chair. it screeched when he did so. he turned to his closet and picked out a random jacket that didn't match his homey outfit. he put it on as he left his room, leaving the lights on and the door open. his parents would be home during the evening, somewhere around dinner time, so the apartment had a dimness that reflected the raging outdoors. he knew his home well enough to navigate it through the dark, but he still needed to feel around the wall to find the umbrella handle near the door. once he felt it, he grabbed it and left his home, keeping his door unlocked.

he made such a big deal rushing down the stairs to greet you out in the rain, but when he actually made it outside to the pedestrian road, he didn't know what to do.

heeseung gripped the umbrella handle, keeping it straight over his head. the pitter-patter of the rain made the umbrella tremble, and he realized the rain was harsher than it seemed from his room. he reached a tentative hand out of the shade, felt the droplets land on his palm, and he retreated his hand to wipe the water off his jacket.

sometimes he wondered why you do this. you didn't do it every rainy day, but he couldn't understand it whenever you did stand under the rain to drench yourself.

it was about nature, you said once. you wanted to feel the woodlands on your skin. it was about the thrill of it, you said the next time. you wanted to feel suffocated by the thunderstorm wind. it was about experiencing it for the sake of having a memory, you said again. you wanted to remember you can look up at the sky on a rainy day. but you could have done any of those without being ominous and reckless, heeseung always thought. those were less plausible reasons and more quirky excuses. he would have brushed it off if you had just told him you enjoyed the rain. he would disagree, but he would understand.

he watched your unreadable face looking skyward, letting the rain hit your skin, and exhaled. it seemed like you were enjoying it. it was unfortunate that he was to put a stop to it.

"watching you makes me feel cold," heeseung said as he tipped the umbrella toward you. "please go indoors."

you opened your eyes and found him peering down at you with tender distraught. he looked more annoyed, honestly, with the same narrowed glint in his eyes and pursed lips that wanted to say more than he did. you pulled a face and gathered yourself. your neck slightly ached from looking up for too long; you realized talking to heeseung from your bare-foot height was basically talking to the sky anyway, unless you avoided eye contact with him.

"why were you watching me?" you asked.

he didn't let his breath hitch. "tell me you wouldn't if you saw someone outside your window getting soaked under the rain."

"i would let them be, actually," you retorted. "i don't go around policing other people."

"neither do i," he said.

you rolled your eyes like you never fail to whenever he came out into the rain to fetch you indoors. he raised his brows with amusement, and you instantly knew he had been through this exact scenario too many times even to consider your tactics of getting him to leave you in the cold streets. you didn't understand why he kept at this voluntary babysitting job. the first time he did it, it was your mother's request because you two were classmates, thus, in her eyes, friends. but that one request did not warrant all the times he went out of his way to bring you home.

whenever you asked him about it, he told you because you two were friends, and he cared about your well-being, as if the rain had ever made you ill.

part of you wondered if he secretly wanted to know what it felt like to stand under the rain, that perhaps his gross feelings for the water were all but a hoax. but there was something else entirely about him that plagued you. the way he would unknowingly tip his umbrella toward you, and how he has a habit of taking your fingers in his to urge you to head inside, and when his voice would become the softest in his coaxes, and how the touch of his hands feels when he wipes the water off your face. to you, heeseung existed like glass—tender and delicate, breakable and cautious. and you have only seen him like that with you, which was the most haunting part.

the part where he was beautiful, and in all his extraordinary softness directed toward your everything, it seemed that he thought you were beautiful too.

heeseung noticed the sudden change of expression on your face, but he mistook it as disappointment rather than a certain kind of fear of being cared for. you turned away, looked ahead at the unstoppable rain, and sighed with your shoulders.

"just give me another minute," you said. "i like it out here."

"i don't," he commented.

you sneered in defeat. not bothering to give him a hurtful punch to the guts or a pinch on the bridge of his nose, you stepped outside his umbrella. "then leave."

he probably should, but he couldn't. as much as he willed his feet to bring him out of the rain, he couldn't move an inch away from you. his hands were getting cold, but his heart grew soother by the second with your presence in his vision, and heeseung knew his immobility went beyond the need to be altruistic and kind. this was all just about you and his crippling desire to experience every occasion life could offer with you in it.

from experiencing a thunderstorm in a classroom to running after a bus that left because you woke up late, to watching the night firework show at the amusement park and him having to carry you on his back to the metro station because your legs were too sore to keep walking. he remembered how his feet ached that night, but there was nothing greater than feeling the rumbles of your laugh on his back.

this was not the first time he stood under the rain with you, but this was the first time he stood under the rain with you under these particular circumstances—with a black umbrella, with unmatched socks and shoes he didn't correctly wear, with the unfinished scientific explanation brewing in his brain, and always, with you near him. these were new memories to be made, new memories with you in them that perhaps would soon become the most played film in his mind theater.

heeseung wanted to be here with you. he would only move once he could be with you indoors as well.

"why do you like the rain anyway?" he asked.

you opened your eyes only to close them immediately. the next time you did it, you did so tentatively to keep the water out. you hummed in thought, trying to figure out something profound you could say that could discourage him from questioning you further. but nothing was on your mind but the watery sensation rolling down your face.

"it's the closest thing i can get to being kissed," you said.

"oh," he heaved a breath, "i see."

his responses felt dejecting. you mumbled a joke to yourself where you were stabbed at the end of it, and then you laughed for him to hear. stepping back under his umbrella, you ran a hand over your face so you could fail at drying it properly. heeseung's lips arched downwards into a humored smile as he reached a hand out to help you. you barely shrugged his touch off, so he continued to wipe at your face clumsily, caressing your wet skin with his fingertips and peeling invisible lashes from your eyes.

"sorry, that was a stupid reason," you muttered. "you probably won't understand it."

"why?" he furrowed his brows.

you tilted your head in embarrassment. "you've kissed someone before," you said. "shouldn't be hard for someone like you to get real ones."

"that's–" he let out a hearty laugh. he thought the reason why he wouldn't understand you was because of the unfathomable explanation you love to give, but apparently, it was because he would never understand the struggle of not being attractive. "that is false."

"sure." you scoffed with a roll of your eyes.

the disbelief was practically pouring out of your mouth, so much that heeseung almost felt framed, wronged, falsely accused. his heart was sore with dismay, and he was exceptionally annoyed because you were right. he grew up being attractive. people always acted accordingly to that fact. there was a room of people waiting just for a chance to feel his lips, but the room that supposedly should fuel his ego often made him feel more rejected than ever because no matter how well he could distinguish your shadow from other people, he could never find you in that room.

"you are insane. i absolutely do need to wait for a rainy day. watch me."

you widened your eyes in surprise when he pulled the umbrella away from your head. the heavy rain immediately poured down on your bodies, causing him to flinch. your giggles rang in his ears with the sound of rain hitting the ground—somehow, they sounded clearer without an umbrella as a shield. he managed to open his eyes after a few seconds, and you were already reaching up to his face to clean his cheeks.

he relished in your touch without showing it. the continuous laughter was hidden behind the ridiculousness of being drowned under the rain voluntarily, but really he was cherishing the way your hands felt on his face, a hunger satiated temporarily and unspoken words of affection sandwiched between your gentleness and his desire to remember it.

"this doesn't feel like being kissed!" he yelled over the rain.

you pursed your lips to suppress a laugh at his genuine disappointment. you took the initiative to bring the umbrella back up over your heads, and heeseung let out a relieved huff of breath when his head was shielded once again. you watched him shake his head to rid the water from his hair, finding endearment in your heart and hoping the beautiful boy couldn't sense it.

you smiled when his attention was on you again, but you watched him with fondness that you didn't know reflected in your eyes. a fondness that came from him being the first boy to share this moment with you. heeseung could tell that what swam behind your eyes was more than what you intended to show—that parts of you were beginning to seep into that room full of people who loved him. or he was dubious and delusional, but he needed to think that you liked him as much as he liked you, so he kept with that assumption. to him, the glint behind your eyes was love.

"i can tell why you like doing this so much," he commented. "but it is definitely not for me."

you snickered with acknowledgment. "i told you to leave."

"that you did," he said in return. "and i never do. i never leave you."

the atmosphere changed with the drop of his voice. he was right; he never left you, not once. his words pierced you like a knife, or just the tip of his nails, leaving crawl marks on our skin. if you looked into his eyes, you thought he might start leaning closer to your face and give you what you have always dreamt of—his lips and how destructively tender he could be with you. and you knew why there seemed to be a shift in the air and the tension between you both. you knew well.

it was because heeseung didn't like the rain, but still, he headed into it because you were there, and he loved you.

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deadduvznap · 1 month

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deadduvznap birthday event

THIS EVENT WILL CONTAIN DEAD DOVE CONTENT.

wassup yall atlas here im gonna be holding an event for my birthday

reminder that this is for male!readers only i dont write stuff for women

the event is going to start march 22nd and end around april 18th but that is up in the air

edit; it will be ending on april 22nd

asks can be sent here and must all follow my rules if not the ask will either be deleted or ill publicly humiliate you (depending on the ask)

EDIT ; i will also be writing shipping and poly content so go ahead and req that

i will be writing blurbs, the length atleast 200 words or so per ask

i will answer asks fr unlike how im struggling to now i pinky promise

ermmmm idk what else to say yeah send ur asks and ill kiss you or have hot sweaty gay sex with you

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jameui · 2 years

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WE, ROLEPLAY

PAIRING: Park Sunghoon, Sim Jaeyun x M!Reader

GENRE: Smut, Angst

WARNING: roleplay, non-con, rough intercourse, unprotected sex, double penetration, slutshaming

SUMMARY: You and your best friends who were sexually frustrated planned to do something fun together.

You were waiting at your house for the item you bought online to get delivered as you were told through the app that your parcel was on its way to get sent to you, but you didn't expect to see two tall handsome men in red uniform while you opened the door for them.

"Say, uh, sir. Don't take this the wrong way, but do you have anyone to play with what's inside the package?" The male with paler skin asked you, you raising a brow at him feeling confused. You looked down at the box and opted to open it and that's just what you did, only to have your eyes widening at what was inside.

The other male, who was standing behind him gave a subtle smirk while he closed the door behind him and locked the door. You don't like the look on their faces and started to feel fear course through your body. You attempted to run for the door, but unfortunately the two were blocking it and immediately caught you as your breathe got stuck up your throat, chest heaving up and down out of panic. "Don't worry, sir. We always make sure our customer is always satisfied." The male who had a name tag on, Jake his puppy like features turning into that of a wolf hungry for its prey. "So, stay still and let us do our work, yeah?"

You feel your blood get drained as you tried to run away from them, but the taller male had a nice grip on your wrist and pulled you back before throwing you onto his shoulder. "P-Put me down! Hey!"

"Sir, would you really prefer to have a toy to be put up in your ass, when you can have the real thing?" The thick browed male, whose name tag says 'Sunghoon' teases you, as you thrashed in place, wanting to get away from him. "We're gonna have a lot of fun, sir L/n."

You felt your throat getting violated by Jake's cock, as he thrusted himself in and out of your mouth, Sunghoon seated on a chair as he enjoyed himself watching the scene of you bounded on your very own bed as he jerked himself off, moaning in pure bliss. "Fuck, ah. Sunghoon, this slut's taking my cock just—Ah! Fuck!" Jake yelled out the moment you had bit on the base of his dick earning you a slap from the male, pulling himself out. "Fuck, fuck, FUCK YOU! THAT SHIT FUCKING HURT YOU SON OF A BITCH!" He shouted at you, falling to the ground.

Sunghoon chuckles, standing up from where he was sat and started to approach your naked body with his cock standing tall. "Bad bitches get punished, don't they, sir?" Sunghoon asks you with a threatening smile. Your tongue got tied and your lips were sealed tight, unable to say anything at all. "That's right. Now, where do I start?"

"Mmnh, Ah! AH! Stop! Ple—AH!" You moaned out, as Sunghoon, without giving you any time to adjust to his unusual size, thrusted into you roughly, him knitting his brows due to how much strength he was putting onto fucking your virgin ass. "Hurts, aanh~"

Sunghoon laughs from behind you, his pace never faltering. "You say that, but your clench you ass, wanting my dick more. Such a liar you are, sir." Sunghoon mocks you, you burying your head on a pillow whilst Sunghoon plows his thick rod into you.

"Ugh, ugh! N-no.. stop.." You weakly protested, but it only fell on deaf ears, before having your body getting readjusted again, so you sat on Sunghoon's lap as you rid his cock, it digging deeper into your cave. "AGH! NOO! Too deep, too much!" You let out a sigh of exhaustion, your body falling tired onto his body.

Sunghoon falls down onto the bed, confused as to why his movements suddenly stopped. "I don't think you're satisfied with just my dick in you." Sunghoon smirks, you still a bit in question until you felt something hot prod on the entrance of your hole as you snapped your body back and wanted to stop Jake, but Sunghoon held you captive in his arms.

"No, please, no—A-AAAH!" You screamed out, when you felt Jake's girth stretch your walls as though Sunghoon's wasn't enough. "Pull out, pull out!" You were about to tell Jake to stop, when a gasp fell out of your lips when Jake hit that very sensitive part of you, the male smirking proudly as he leaned down on your back.

"Found it." Jake whispered into your ears that causes you to get goosebumps, Jake thrusting back in and out of you again with a rather more harsh pace as you let out continuous chains of moans with each time Jake hammered his dick inside you.

Sunghoon places a hand behind your head, then pushing you down to place his lips onto yours as he eventually simultaneously drilled his dick into you, matching Jake's pace. Sunghoon swallowed every moan that fell out of your lips, you feeling the smirk on his lips. He pulls away and looks at you with lust filled eyes. "We're gonna be here all day." He told you, before Jake stilled inside of you with one last thrust and filled you up with his seeds, Sunghoon following next.

You fell onto Sunghoon's chest, out of breathe and energy. Jake pulls out first, then Sunghoon. As though you were trash, Sunghoon throws you onto your bed as they got up and cleaned themselves up, mumbling words before they left your place without saying anything more to you.

You took the blanket and used it to hide your body, as you panted heavily, a smile slowly creeping its way up to your lips. The door busts open a few minutes later after the two had exited the door. "M/n! Oh my god! Are you okay?" Jake rushes in and runs to you, helping you up on your bed. "Did we hurt you?"

"Nope, I actually had fun doing it with you two, despite it being, uh, my first time." You said, looking up to see Sunghoon giving you an ointment. "What's this for?"

Sunghoon groans and rolls his eyes, an obvious blush on his face. "Just search it up on the internet." He sassed, you only laughing at him. You wished this won't be the last time this happens.

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oracle-of-dream · 2 months

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Frame by Frame

Minors DNI

Summary: Your brother Jay invited his friend Sunghoon over to spend the night at the house. The three of you had mostly grown up together, so you knew him pretty well. Something's off with him... he keeps looking at you.

Warnings: Male Reader, Muscle Kink, Rough Sex, Brother's Best friend, Breeding, Spit play, Pet names (Baby), Soft Dom Sunghoon, Sunghoon has a big dick, Aftercare, Jaywon (briefly)

Wordcount: 3.5k

You woke up from a midday nap to the smell of food being cooked downstairs. The Sun was still shining into your window, but you could tell it was the afternoon by its dark orange color.

Climbing out of bed, you remembered your parents said they'd be out of town for the week. Probably because it was spring break for you, and they didn't want to be around when both their kids would be home again. They were way too happy to send you and your brother off to college...

You put on some sort of t-shirt before leaving your room to investigate the kitchen. There were two voices; one was Jay, your brother. The other was Sunghoon, his best friend since you were five years old. Sunghoon and Jay went everywhere together. To the movies, the gym, cafes, and even the same college too. It really felt like they were dating each other with how much Sunghoon was around, even if your parents treated him like another kid.

Stepping into the kitchen, you saw Sunghoon in a sleeveless red shirt with gray sweatpants. Jay was wearing something similar in green and black. They probably just came back from the gym. Jay had shouted something about it before you'd fallen asleep.

"It smells good. What's on the menu today, chef?" You smiled at your brother the way you did when you needed something from him.

"If you do the dishes after dinner, then it's a tomato bruschetta with salmon," Jay replied without looking up at you.

"What!? Why do I have to do the dishes?"

"You want to eat the food I'm working hard to make, then you have to contribute."

You rolled your eyes. "You hate the way I wash the dishes, you always say it's not done right and end up doing them anyway–and what about Sunghoon? He's eating too, so he has to do the dishes!"

Sunghoon was about to protest but Jay beat him to it. "Fine. Both of you start washing these dishes. If it's not clean by the time I'm done, then the dog is eating really well tonight."

Sunghoon didn't bother arguing. "I wash, you dry?" He asked while handing you a clean rag.

Your stomach was too empty to think of a good argument about why Sunghoon was the person who should do everything. "Fine," You snatched the rag from him and lifted yourself onto the counter to sit. For the next ten minutes, you dried the dishes as he handed them to you. Your mind wandered, thinking about how hungry you were. You looked over at Sunghoon washing the dishes, his huge biceps flexing as he worked over every dish. He'd been going to the gym as much as Jay, but he always had a better shape than him. His arms were incredible, his shoulders also pretty broad, and his side profile wasn't half bad either... He definitely wasn't the kid you'd grown up with anymore.

You were snapped out of your thoughts by Sunghoon's eyes looking over at you, catching you staring at him.

"Y/n, you alright?"

"Y–Yeah, just still a little drowsy..."

Jay finished making the food and started planting the table. "Did you really sleep all day, y/n?"

"How'd you guess?"

"Those are the same pajamas you've been wearing for the past two days..." He dryly replied.

"Well–What did you do today, Jay?"

"I cleaned the house, got groceries, picked up Sunghoon, and then we went to the gym. Then we came back here and I cooked for the entire house."

"Three people, but okay... that's supposed to be a break and you're working like a house husband!"

Jay picked up the plate sitting at your place at the table. "So, that's a no to the food?"

"Okay–Let's not get out of hand. You started it."

"That's what I thought," Jay set your plate down and returned to his seat. He waited for you and Sunghoon to finish the dishes and join him. Dinner was pancakes, eggs, bacon, sausages, with a bowl of fruit. Jay knew you loved breakfast for dinner, and it was all prepared and set to perfection.

You all eat together, not talking very much as you focus on the food. Sunghoon was wolfing the food down like usual, making a mess.

"Hey, you're going to get food on the floor!" You pushed him slightly, "I'm not cleaning the floor if you make a mess."

He replied with a mouth full of food, "Relax, Mom!" Sunghoon has egg on his face and crumbs on his shirt.

You pinched the egg off his face and tossed it to the dog to eat. But when you looked back at Sunghoon, he was staring at you.

"What? Were you gonna eat that?" You asked.

He shook his head, "No, it's nothing."

The air hung heavy between you. Sunghoon has been acting like that sometimes around you, creating some sort of tension between you. But you couldn't think of what you could've done to make him bothered by you. He was fine earlier...

Jay cut through the silence. "Well. Sunghoon, are you still staying the night?"

Sunghoon nodded. More invested in the food now, even though his plate was almost empty.

Jay turned to you, "Y/n, you doing anything tonight? We can all hang out if you want."

You shrugged. "I don't think I've got anything for me. So I'll be around."

The three of you continued dinner without much extra conversation. You went back to your room, Jay started washing the dishes from dinner, and Sunghoon stayed in the kitchen to talk to Jay.

You watched some TikToks in your room until you got a text from Sunghoon.

SH: Hey...

You sat up in bed so you could give it more attention. Why would he put the ... in there?

YN: What's up?

SH: I hope I didn't make you upset earlier. About the dishes. You were kinda giving me daggers, so I just wanted to make sure we're cool.

YN: Of course! I didn't mean to look upset, I was just thinking.

SH: What, about?

YN: Random stuff, I can't even really remember it now...

You knew you couldn't just say, "Oh I was thinking about how good you've been looking these days. Great gains, bro!" You needed to play it cool.

SH: Oh, okay. Can I get your thoughts on something?

Your heart raced, just for a moment.

YN: What is it?

SH: What do you think about this, hot or not? Jay says not.

You stared at the picture of Sunghoon in the gym's locker room. You tried not to laugh at his expression.

YN: I think you could work on your expression. Try smiling or something. Most guys just focus on showing their body rather than their face at the gym anyway.

There was a pause in the messages. Sunghoon didn't reply for a full five minutes...

SH: What about these?

YN: Sunghoon, why do you need me to tell you if you look good? You've always been the most handsome out of you, me, and Jay.

SH: Well, Jay won't even look at them. But it's good to know you think I'm good-looking.

You blushed and scoffed at your phone... You couldn't tell if he knew what he was doing to you. Your body was going crazy.

YN: Well, whatever. I think the photos are all fine.

SH: Last one.

You braced yourself for another sleeveless selfie, but what you got was way better.

You almost dropped your phone when you saw him shirtless. He was absolutely doing it on purpose. Making sure not to actually show you anything, just some collarbone.

SH: Thoughts?

YN: Yep, still looks good.

SH: Well, you can send me photos too. Let me rate you.

You caught a look of yourself in the reflection of your phone. You looked more than a little rough.

YN: Um, I don't really have photos...

SH: Then should we fix that? I can take some photos for you.

YN: Why do I need pictures?

SH: ...I dunno. It just felt fair, since I forced you to look at me. I should look at you too.

You thought about sending Sunghoon photos of yourself. What kind of photos would he even want?

YN: What kinda photos are we talking about?

SH: Anything, I'm just here to help. Just like you did for me.

You spent almost twenty minutes trying to find a photo that seemed decent enough to send. Changing your outfit, messing with your hair, cleaning your room a little bit. You settled on a candid photo of you reading a book in some loose-fitting clothes. Your shirt was almost falling off your shoulders, and your shorts barely peeked out to show you were wearing any. You sent it to Sunghoon and waited anxiously for his response.

SH: Looks good.

You frowned at his response. You really look all the time just to get that kind of response from him... You tossed your phone away from you and went to the living room to find Jay and Sunghoon. Both were sitting on the couch, using their phones. But as soon as you walked in, Sunghoon tucked his phone.

"I'm gonna hit the bathroom really quick." He said as he brushed past you.

Jay didn't acknowledge it, but you sure did. Sunghoon was acting weird again.

"Jay, have you noticed anything about Sunghoon lately?"

He shook his head. "Nope. Same old Sunghoon."

You scoffed at your brother. "Since when have you been so uncaring?"

"And since when did you care so much?" Jay raised an eyebrow as he looked up from his phone.

"Never!" You turned and stormed off from Jay. Clearly, he wasn't going to be helpful, so you needed to get to the bottom of things yourself. As soon as you got into the hallway of the bathroom, you could see the light was on, but the door was barely open. The bathroom door got messed up when Jay closed the door too hard, making it difficult to keep the door shut. A small push could open it. But Sunghoon didn't know that. You moved forward to pull it closed, but then heard Sunghoon breathing heavily.

You leaned closer to the door to listen.

"...Jeez. You're so beautiful. Y/n, holy fuck." Sunghoon softly moaned.

You moved to peek through the crack. Sunghoon was jerking himself to something on his phone, moaning your name. You didn't realize you were holding your breath watching him. His hand stroked quickly, his hair bounced lightly, and his mouth hung open with his eyes squeezed shut. His thick arms pulsed, and his veins popped. His legs shook and shifted in pleasure. You inched closer to get a better look at Sunghoon's phone, but accidentally touched the door which creaked slightly and scared Sunghoon.

"Y–Y/N! I–" Sunghoon scrambled to cover himself but he dropped his phone while doing it. His phone landed face up, showing what he was masturbating to; the photo of yourself you'd sent earlier...

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to walk here..." You said as you turned around and shut the door.

There was shuffling, and then the door opened. Sunghoon's face was wracked with guilt. "Y/n, I'm sorry. I..." His voice trailed off, not knowing what to say.

You turned to him. "Be honest."

He gulped before opening his mouth to answer. "I–I'm really into you, y/n. I've been like this for a while... And, I get it if you're not interested in me."

You stepped forward and kissed his cheek, leaving him dumbfounded. "Come to my room tonight. Wait till Jay's asleep." You walked off toward your room without waiting for his response. You couldn't look him in the face after what you'd seen. All you could think about was his dick and the expression he was making, replaying again and again in your mind. You stayed in your room for the rest of the night, and when Jay knocked on your door to check on you, you told Jay that you didn't want to hang out anymore.

Around midnight, the house had fallen asleep except for you. Your heart nearly jumped out of your chest when you heard a soft knock at the door.

"Y/n? It's me." Sunghoon whispered through the door.

You opened the door and let Sung Hoon in. You sat down on your bed, and he sat down on the far end of it, awkwardly looking at you in the low light of the moon that dripped in from your window.

"I've already seen it, so you can't be awkward with me now." You stated, trying to start the conversation.

"I know... I just didn't want you to find out like that. It's embarrassing." He scratched his head. "You just looked so good in that picture. The moment I saw it, it was hard. And then I saw you in person. I needed to deal with it."

You shifted a little closer to him. "Well, you were sending those pictures first. I was just following your lead."

"I wasn't trying to be sexy in the pictures..."

"Well, you're bad at not being sexy. And, why would you send that shirtless one if you weren't making a pass at me."

Sunghoon's ears went pink. "Well–Maybe I was fishing a little. But I didn't think you'd send anything back to me."

"So it's my fault?"

He turned to you. "No! I didn't mean it like that. I meant–" Sunghoon couldn't finish his sentence as he watched you unbutton your shirt.

"What? Aren't you going to get undressed?"

Sunghoon looked away from you. "Wait, what's actually happening right now?"

You shyly started putting your shirt back on. "I thought you came so we could... have sex. Or something. That was dumb, I'm sorry–"

Sunghoon knelt down in front of you and stopped your hands. "No, it's not dumb. I liked it. I was just thrown for a second. We can do that if you want. But I want to take it off you if you'll let me."

You let your hands rest, Sunghoon slowly stripped off your shirt, touching you gently, caressing your skin, and breathing in your scent deeply as he did. Once your shirt was off, he tossed his aside roughly, revealing his muscular torso to you. You automatically looked away, but he sweetly pulled your chin to face him.

"You can touch me, y/n." He spoke with softness in his voice and looked up at you with warm eyes.

You placed a hand on his shoulder. It was stiff and strong. You traced his muscles down his arm until your hands met his and locked into his fingers.

"We'll go however far you want, y/n. Whatever you want, I'm all yours." He kissed your hand.

"Can you call me baby?"

He chuckled. "Baby."

Your heart fluttered at his deep voice calling out to you.

"Baby, can I touch you?"

You nod.

Sunghoon uses his other hand to wrap around your waist and lift you off the bed, moving you so he'd sit on the bed and you on his lap. "Is this okay?" He slightly leaned in for a kiss, pausing for your consent.

You nod again. Leaning in to meet him.

Sunghoon's hands traced your chest before landing on your hips. Your hands traveled up his waist and stopped at his neck as the two of you made out. Every time you moaned Sunghoon would pull you closer to him, squeezing you slightly. You could feel him slowly grinding into you, his hips lurching upward for just a moment of sensation. You arch your back, laying your ass down to meet him, earning a groan from him.

"Keep doing that, baby." He moaned into the kiss.

You pulled away from the kiss. "We can keep moving forward."

Sunghoon lets you climb off of him. The both of you face away from one another as you toss aside your pants and underwear, leaving you both naked.

You felt a little too exposed. "Actually, can I have my shirt back?

Sunghoon handed it to you, and you took it without looking back at him. You slipped it on but left it unbuttoned and open. Slowly, you turned around to let him see you.

"You look amazing with it on. Good call." He complimented.

You blushed at his compliment and lay on the bed. "Are you coming?"

Sunghoon crawled onto the bed, positioning himself over you. "Are you prepared, or do you need me to do it?"

You covered your face. "Don't ask embarrassing questions. Just check if it's enough for you."

Sunghoon smiled. "Will you lick my fingers?"

You moved your hands just enough to show your mouth and let it open. He delicately placed his fingers on your tongue and let you work them over, tossing and turning them. You got them so wet that they were dripping as he took them out.

"Jesus, that's hot." Sunghoon put them in his mouth.

"Hoon–" He then slipped two fingers into you, making you cover your mouth so you didn't slip out any loud noises.

Sunghoon pushed and pulled softly, searching around and bending his fingers. When he found your spot, he felt you suddenly squeeze his fingers. "There it is. Now, I know where to aim."

You were starting to drool with all the foreplay. Or maybe it was an overexcited thing. Either way, Sunghoon noticed and licked your cheek, drinking your spit.

"We're going to start now. Anything you need to do?" He asked one more time for your consent.

"I've been waiting for you to get to it..." You muttered.

"Oh, baby, are you getting impatient?" He teased me.

You didn't answer and Sunghoon lined himself with your hole before slowly sliding his length inside you. You held the sheets of the bed, trying to control your noises as he filled you. He was so big, and every vein and twitch felt like an explosion inside of you. You struggled to stay still while you got used to him.

"You can do it, baby."

You moaned. "Seven inches is more than I've had before..."

"Did you count my inches with your hole? How lewd." Sunghoon chuckled. "And, we're not done yet."

Your mouth twitched a smile. "Just put it all in then."

Sunghoon put his hands on either side of your hips and pulled up into him, putting the last two inches into you.

"Nine!?" You almost screamed.

"Maybe it's 9.5, but who's counting? Now, stay quiet, or Jay will wake up." He leaned down to you, sliding his hand under your head. "Bite me if you need to."

You thought you didn't need to until you felt his hips move, and then your mouth instantly fixed itself to Sunghoon's collar. He groaned as he started moving slowly but picked up the pace when you moaned. Your thighs were raised, and your legs were around his waist, shaking as Sunghoon pulled you into him to meet his thrusts. You could feel Sunghoon's muscles moving and tensing as he controlled your body. He leaned back to see his work on you and caught you staring at his chest. His pecs were so big and bounced with every thrust.

"Oh? Does Baby like my chest? Wanna touch it?"

You nodded breathlessly.

Sunghoon leaned back down for you to touch them comfortably.

You squeeze them, pinching on his nipples. You were mesmerized by them.

"Since you like them so much, I'll keep them nice and big for you, okay?" Sunghood cool to you.

"O–Okay." You moaned as you held his pecs in your hands, kneading them roughly. The sensations were so intense you didn't even notice you'd already finished once, cum painting your stomach.

Sunghoon's thrusts got sloppier, losing their rhythm as his moans got shakier.

"I'm almost there, baby, hold on a little longer." He growled, hitting a few more times before his cum spilled into you. Which makes you cum again, painting yourself with more ropes of white. Sunghoon rode out his high, thrusting a few more times before pulling out. Cum spilling out of you, onto the bed.

Your body shook and convulsed every few seconds from the rush. You were a sticky mess, and Sunghoon took care of everything. He went into the bathroom and got you hot towels to clean you. And then he carried you to your bathroom so you could do your business. While you took care of yourself on the toilet, Sunghoon changed the sheets and waited for you to come out of the bathroom with new pajamas ready.

Sunghoon tucked you under the covers. "Goodnight, baby, I'll see you in the morning." He got under the covers with you to cuddle you.

You grabbed his arm. "You're not leaving? What about Jay?"

Sunghoon laughed. "He knows. I talked to him. He should be at Jungwon's house right now doing the same as us."

"Why would you tell him–Jungwon!? They're a thing!?"

"Since forever. And Jay's known for ages that I've liked you. After I talked to him about what happened, he chewed me out for being a pervert and jerking off in the house, but he gave me his blessing. So we don't need to worry about him~"

The two of you cuddled together for the night. You drifted to sleep to the sound of Sunghoon's heartbeat, plotting about your next morning...

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star-suh · 27 days

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Good Friends Share

Park Jonseong & Park Sunghoon x Male Reader

cw: established relationship, dom-ish tops jay and sunghoon, threesome, cheating, spanking, breeding, double penetration, musk kink, sweat kink, degradation, feminization.

yn and sunghoon have been a couple for three months already but there is something that the first one is hiding, he has been fucking his boyfriend's friend, jay.

“harder please” moans yn, spreading his cheeks with both hands so jay can get a better view of his cock pounding that sexy ass “who's the better cock me or sunghoon?” jay said pushing yn's head against the bed with his hand but he said nothing, just whimpers coming out of his mouth. “i asked who's the better fucking cok bitch” jay said in a angrier but sexier tone, placing his hands on each side of yn's head then introducing some fingers in his mouth to pound harder “it's you~ jay you're the better c-ock~”.

“is that so?” a familiar voice came from outside the room, “i thought i was fucking you good” he grabbed yn's chin with his thumb and index finger “that's what you told me every night i pushed jay's cum deeper with my dick” he smirked maying direct eye contact with the bottom “you're such a dirty boy yn” he pouted.

yn didn't know what to say, his mind is still processing that sunghoon knew he was cheating on him. suddenly he felt something wet licking his ear, it was jay “i told him” he whispered, “we're good friends after all… and good friends share” a chill running through yn's entire body.

now yn was in between both males, their sweat and smell driving him crazy. while jay keep slamming himself against the bottom, sunghoon was using his mouth like a fleshlight “so he's the better cock huh? let's see if that changes tonight” hoon grabbed him by the head and make him deepthroat his dick, forming a little bulge on his throat “hold it” growled the top, his legs trembling from the pleasure he was receiving “fuckkkkk” he grunts pulling out his dick covered in thick saliva, a string of it connecting his tip to the bottom's mouth.

“what a skilled slut we have here” jay mentions while spanking the ass and he won't stop until it's all covered in bright red hand prints, “he really knows how to take cock” he adds.

“of course he does, it's like he was made to satisfy us both, our pretty hungry cumslut” sunghoon wipes a tear from yn's eye and lick it from his thumb. yn has never seen sunghoon like this, he was so calm yet something in his smirk was haunting, sex with him has always been vanilla and now it's as if as if he were showing his true self, with lots of kinky thoughts crossing his mind– and yn will know about them probably soon.

“you like it prince?, you like how he's railing your pussy?” sunghoon asked to yn who was with his mouth stuffed, “i bet you do pretty bitch” jay laughs, pushing the bottom's head deeper down hoon's dick “the way he's clenching so hard in my dick just confirms it” he adds.

yn sat on hoon's dick, his already used and slicked hole making it easy to swallow it all the way down to the balls. yn moves his hips in a gentle motion feeling a bit sore for how jay has been rearranging his insides the past minutes.

hoon lock his hands around the other's waist and says “if you're gonna act like a bitch at least fuck like one” he starts pounding hard, the sound of his balls slapping against yn's ass fills the room along with jay's laugh who was jerking off enjoying the sight in front of him. hoon's thrusts were so hard that some lube drops start splashing every time he goes in.

yn was already tired, resting his head on hoon's neck when he felt a sudden stretch, when he was about to moan his boyfriend kissed him “it's ok, you're gonna like it” he whispers and kissed him in the forehead. jay was introducing his dick in yn's already stuffed hole, it felt so tight that he almost came “holy shit, i don't know if i can last long” he whimpers.

“don't worry, i got you bro” sunghoon pushes yn in top of jay making the latter to fell on his back, his dick still inside the hole “i'm gonna take care of you both from now on” he says once again with that goddamn smirk. he starts drilling his boyfriend's hole. the sensation was overwhelming for both yn and jay that they started moaning in unison “look at you jay, acting so tough but you just end up being a moaning bitch like yn”; “shut up dude it.. it's because you just started to fuck” his hooded eyes making eye contact with hoon who smiles and murmurs “bullshit”.

the friction between his cock and hoon's made jay cum inside yn, who came seconds later due to the overstimulation; “please i can't anymore” the latter cries. “it's ok, i'm gonna cream your pussy soon” hoon kisses him while doing some lasts thrusts and finally flooding yn's inside with his warm cum, it was so much that it started to drip down yn's hole and jay's shaft.

“we're gonna have so much fun” hoon smirks one last time to yn who falls asleep on top of an already sleeping jay.

#sunghoon x male reader #jay x male reader #park sunghoon x male reader #jay park x male reader #enhypen x male reader #male reader #kpop x male reader #kpop x male reader smut #smut #male reader smut

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pieroulette · 11 months

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Did I, A Side Character Became the Male Lead's Wife?!

2023 | 13+ | ONESHOT | YANG JUNGWON × READER | -> PART 2

SUMMARY you — a side character in a royal novel doing absolutely nothing but enjoy your rich ass yet boring life, only watching over the female lead and doing your job in protecting her, only for a pair of kittenish eyes to fall not upon the female lead but on you, unfortunately.

AUTHOR'S NOTE not me writing a whole ass oneshot at 5am bcs of that sweet ask from that one anon, imma name u serotonin dopamine anon lmao- and jungwon bae u r truly my muse.. also inspired by sum manhwas cuz I binge read 90+ chapters in less than a day 💀💀💀 plus happy 900+ followers for me <333 mom wake up I'm famous even tho I'll never let u know what my secret writing blog is about 😊😊

a side character, how cute?

well, you only came to know of this very horrible (not really) fact that you're nothing close to a main character's vibes cause look at you babe, where's the sparkling shiny starry dust on you as you walked through the red carpet at the ball?

and did they even spare a glance at you? unfortunately, nope. because the female lead, Liz; was your enemy, at least in how your character was written in the novel by the goddamn author which was you.

yes, that's right!

you, a hella introverted author dwelling in the deepest corner of her room doing nothing but spent an ungodly amount of hours creating the perfect and enchanting characters after crying for major character death of a fic a few years ago. wiping your dripping tears off your cheeks in a comical way as you pull open your laptop and risk your 20/20 vision for life, just so you can reverse the aching pain in your chest that you wore a thick ass glasses now.

Liz, the female lead. Swooning over her was your religion, throwing not one but a ten whole buckets explaining how perfect she was—or how tremendously kind she was, delicate and utterly sweet. patting yourself on the back for creating such a goddess of a character, so it's only wise for you to give her a fitting male lead, right? Okay we'll talk about that later since it's about you right now.

So how did you end up in your novel? Well, because of one fateful day of you doing absolutely nothing but taking a goddamn rest, and whoever the god in heaven that just randomly decided to throw you in the novel you wrote yourself—must be utterly insane. Perfect indeed!

it took you a humongous realisation to see yourself in a dark green puffy dress that represents jealousy, envy, and betrayal—which also represents the side character standing behind the female lead on the thick cover of your book. you've originally written her as that wicked best friend that uses her seductive way of speech to seduce men, and at last turning her back at the female lead by accusing her of a horrendous crime.

her fatal fate consists of her head being snapped by the guillotine, unfortunately. but for you, not really, cause you are so in for destroying wicked characters but jokes on you—you're now in the body of that character.

pfft, can't the gods put you in a character that lives near the sea, with your straw hat on and as you drank your lemon juice away from the public drama, angsty dialogues, cringe moments you yourself have created because you don't have atleast an ounce of social skills that's why you pour it all on your characters.

"oh my apologies, milady— pfft—" three ladies sticking with each other like a super glue, had thrown the glass of wine on the female lead's gown—earning a series of gasps from everyone who saw but you were sure won't pay an ounce of consideration towards her as you had written almost everyone in this novel as "the world against the weak, fragile character."

oh, right. the hyena laughters of those you describe in episode 3 of "the flashy ball"; the three evil sisters, because why not? they added the extra spices in your tongue to the point you couldn't wait for them to get slap by the female lead or possibly someone.

ah, the tremendous satisfaction.

and you were one of that person whose hands itching to smash their skull apart, you cringed enormously at them as they were the ones that brought total trouble wherever they went or whoever are unlucky enough to get in their way. unfortunately, you seal your female lead's fate with them as she need some little obstacles, doesn't she?

you as hell were not sure what you're supposed to do, whether to just let things happen as the story goes or you do the male lead's job in protecting the female lead cause you have no idea why is he taking such a long time to appear, when he should've made his grand entrance at the freaking introduction?

and you wrote it that way cause you got fed up with male leads making their first appearance at the ball, and somehow quickly gaining the female lead's heart like Cinderella cause dear lord where's the slow burn?

just say, you're a conservative grandma type of a mindset or that you are skeptical over love at first sight. yep, you're right. that's why you ain't gonna let your precious female lead get bullied in front of your very eyes. she's like your granddaughter right now, seriously.

a shriek echoed through the entire ball, gaining everyone's attention. "oh my god! my dress! you— lady Liz! who did you even brought with you?!"

oh right, you forgot it's your first time at the ball either. "my apologies, milady. it's just that i saw a bunch of hyenas roaming around.." you rubbed the back of your neck.

"hyenas?! guards—"

"chill, what's the commotion here?" a bright dashing blonde haired man in a red royal suit came around, with sets of stars dusting upon his form which you already realise to be part of the main characters but unfortunately you forgot. you ain't having that extra superhuman memory just because you are an author.

the bunch of hyenas before you reasoned with the prince, but you slowly realise that the prince was none other than Prince Jake. Inspired by that one puppy image idol from fourth generation of kpop, you were apparently slurping your noodles in the local restaurant when you watched him imitating a dog from the tv, causing you to choke on your noodles.

it's safe to say, he's hot enough that he had to be part of your main characters. aah, that signature dashing smile of his as he defended the female lead with his wisely chosen string of words which immediately melted everyone's heart at sight.

times like this you wish you were actually the female lead, but the logical side of you beg to differ; you are not emotionally capable of spewing cringy romantic words for that's only reserved for writing. So thank you, i'll pass.

Surely, Prince Jake ain't the male lead for your precious female lead but you just let them converse with each other despite her with her absolute kindness, urging you to talk with them too, atleast a word. it sort of felt for a moment like she was trying to match you with the prince.

like no please, you'd rather not to. hot guys are hot, but they're not worth the emotional investment past the fangirling section.

plus the prince doesn't seem interested you as he doesn't spare not even one look at you which obviously you couldn't care any less, you sneakily went out the ball after a series of mishaps—for example your heavy puffy ass gown with its sole purpose to only look pretty but the reality ain't that pretty to say the least, panting like a dog as you took each step towards the entrance all while cussing yourself for ignoring your logical part of brain that you shouldn't have been adding humongous useless words to describe the gown just to make it sound extremely pleasing to the readers.

now you're the one to bear the consequences of your own writing, the fuck.

"one! two!—" a long, long, depressing sigh echoes. "three! ah!—" consequently falling upon your face, what a perfect day indeed. you just wanted to go home, tuck yourself in your comforting blanket, eat your hot cup of ramen or indulge yourself in the sea of chocolate while daydreaming of your favourite idols and fictional characters.

not this awful disaster of you getting tangled in the courts' affairs.

"i suppose, you need help, milady?"

oh no, certainly not. don't call me milady, pretend i do not exist for i certainly do not have the social skills to pretend that i like you, or form a decent conversation especially with men.

"milady?"

you curled yourself, burying your head into the comfort of your gowns. wondering quite a bit of how odd you look in the middle of the hallway.

"milady?" his voice-like whisper came closer, obviously standing beside you right now. "are you okay?"

fuck it. "please, i beg of you to kindly leave me alone as my day has been utterly ruined and—" oh wait, he seems oddly familiar. those lush fluffy hair and kittenish orbs that only softens among those he were close enough.

prince jungwon.

oh! the male lead, oh my god! your jaw hang so low it fell on the ground, your eyes sparkled in dozens of star like universe as you took in his marvelous beauty that you had spent creating meticulously after studying all the '101 rules of how to create the perfect male lead that had the readers heart evaporating & a huge ass green forest that certainly would cause blazing flames'.

"oh my god! you look absolutely gorgeous, i've done it really well didn't i?! oh my god!"

"o-oh—! absolutely, you did well!" he immediately replied back, pressing his lips tight nervously.

wait what? what did he say? oh shit, oh well, covering your mouth instantly as you accidentally let it out before the prince, your precious male lead that you solely created for the female lead. "i—.."

the prince, your very precious character—obviously taken aback with a slight blush dusting of his adorable cheeks as he raise his fist up to his lips, coughing a couple of seconds. a personality trait you very well are familiar of cause that's how you wrote him when he fall in love with the female lead.

your eyes ogled out at that familiar sight, screaming at the back of your mind—wait, wait! you're not supposed to fall in love with me, you idiot! go back! go inside the ball, she's inside there!

"that's oddly brave of you, milady. i'd certainly go as far as to say that i've never seen such traits from a lady." kitten eyes softening at you, crouching down as he lend both of his hands for you. you raised your eyebrow confusingly at what is he trying to pull at but you realise he was intending to get you up.

"u-uhm? uh, sorry. i could get up on my own, actually." yeah, that's what you did. pushing yourself back up despite his protests because you ain't gonna let him fall any further for you, nah uh, not in this life, your mission is to get him and your female lead together inside the frames of birds holding flower wreaths as they went on to their happily ever after.

not with you!

"may i have the honour to know your name, though, milady?" why the fuck isn't he leaving, what is there so interesting in you that he is still standing here asking you such generic questions.

you shouldn't be having the characters attention on you as you obviously wrote it that way, and that even though your character in the novel had tried to get the prince's heart, despite resorting to foul actions, that he never truly had been attracted to her despite this characters' seductive aura.

for you squealed so loud at the scene you wrote, with jungwon putting her in her place. "you are not her, and you would never be her." along with the bunch of your readers hosting a flamboyant celebration under the comments, screaming over how loyal he was.

so what in the actual fuck is this?

"you don't need my name." you nonchalantly answered.

"my apologies?"

"you see, my best friend is in the ball—" you gestured your hands to the entrance of the ballroom, "and she needs your help more than i do."

"wait? why would she need my help?" his eyebrows knitted together in utter confusion as you pushed him through his back.

"of course, she do! don't ask anything!"

"wait!— my name is!" he forcefully turn to face you again, but you immediately covered his mouth with your hands—kabedonning him against the wall.

an excruciating silence occured between you two in the silent hallway, Jungwon freezing to his core when your other hand shoot beside his head.

"listen i don't need your name, dear sir." you emphasise each word, you certainly don't need to know his name nor his status as a prince, not wanting to risk any possible connection with him judging by how he acted before you just now.

"b-but!" his words were muffled into the void as you cupped his mouth tighter.

"shh, shh. stop talking and listen, will you?!"

jungwon nodded slowly, what an odd situation he was in right now, he thought. but somehow he likes it.

"so first step, is go inside the ballroom. second, look for the lady in pink gown, and third—"

"t-third?"

"third is tell her your name! my best friend needs it more than i do!" you release him from your grasp as you went to swing open the huge double door, "now go!" waving a goodbye before kicking his body through the entrance, pulling the door back with your entire strength despite his protests.

oh of course, you finally let out a gag after suppressing it in front of him the entire time as you've never had a proper conversation with a male without stuttering, somewhat a sad tragedy for you, unfortunately. you felt quite guilty about your readers who swoon over the romances you wrote between your leads, weeping over how you're so good at it—not knowing you're a complete introvert with only a gigantic ass dictionary with you.

finally, the male lead and female lead's romances are about to start! you squealed with your hands clasping as you went on your way to the carriage, gesturing for the rider to embark on the way to your heavenly puffy manor with the widest big grin ever that it had him questioning you, "has any gentleman had caught your heart, milady? a couple of hours ago, you were often beyond distraught to attend the ball but insisted when you heard Lady Liz was going."

"oh, you silly." you giggled as you swayed your hand, "of course, that's one of the reasons. but there's another one.."

"may i ask what is it, then?"

you leaned in closer, urging him to get closer as you whispered. "i got the chance to become a Cupid!"

"a Cupid?" you squealed before the old man, hopping like a child for quite awhile before flying into the carriage much to his surprise, but only shook his head in amusement—appalled by how his mistress had changed so much.

"so?" you couldn't help yourself from pulling out the widest eccentric grin at the female lead, extremely curious and ecstatic over what romances had bloom between her and Jungwon.

Liz raises her eyebrow in confusion, "so?.. what do you mean, milady?"

you shrugged, falling back to your seat as you raise your eyebrow in a comical way, "that.." whispering ever so seductively, "prince."

"p-prince?

"yes!" the teacup rattles at your excitement oozing so much that you tapped the table a couple of times. "what happen? what's the tea~"

she lets out a soft giggle, a bit amused by your excitement. "i have no idea what you're trying to imply, milady."

"wait? what are you saying? didn't the prince went to you last night?"

Liz shook her head slowly, her expressions clearly stating that she absolutely don't know what and who you were talking about as a smile pulled up on her lips once again, taking a few sip from her teacup.

veins popped out from your neck as it dawned on you, your head snapped towards the castle on top of the mountain, you stupid of a prince! you cussed at him endlessly at the back of your mind, tightening your fist as your ears and nose fuming in anger. how dare he? he didn't listen to you at all? what in the actual fuck? would this somehow divert the original route? a dozen question arise into your mind one after another, causing you to let out an exaggerated sigh.

facepalming yourself as you imagined the imaginary heavenly light on top of you, weeping to yourself about how tremendously unlucky you are to have a hard headed male lead. it's impossible, you have never added a trait so irritating like this in his profile so how could this happen?

"milady?" the gentle voice of your precious female lead pulled you out of your inner desperation, you leaned in closer, whining so much over how unlucky you were and such, the rest only being in your mind as you pouted.

"ah, i remember now, the prince—"

"WHAT?—" you immediately seated yourself after giving her a potential heart attack, "my apologies, what did you actually.. remember?"

"i assume you were talking about the prince from yesterday? prince jake?"

"no not that bitch— oh certainly not him, ehem.." you took a couple of exaggerated coughs, avoiding her evident confusion. "isn't there a prince.. name jungwon with you that night?"

"oh my goodness! right! prince jungwon!" she shook her head in disbelief with her finger on her head.

right, how did you even forgot that the female lead in front of you had a "weak ass memory" in her profile description. tsk tsk, truly a forgetful author you are. you should be trying your best to remember the things you wrote before and revise it as best as you can, to avoid any possible problems in the future, atleast.

"right, how did i even forget, the prince asked me for your name, milady—"

"huh?" you look at her with confusion, as you were out of reality a couple of seconds ago. your orbs terribly widened as her words slowly sinking in to your brain. "HUH?"

ask your name?! why your name, why not hers?! what did the prince ate that night before stumbling onto your way that he had to ask for your name before the female lead—his own lover?!

laughing awkwardly, you raise your leg on top of another as you nervously swayed your hands repeatedly. "oh dear, oh dear. you might have heard it wrong, the prince?—" snorting outloud as you gestured to yourself, "asking for my name? what a funny news!"

"i didn't, milady. the prince came to me and asked me for your name, as he was immensely curious of who you are so i—"

"so what?—" you can't believe this, you really can't bring yourself to believe any words she was uttering. you should have been bestowed by the news that the prince had taken an interest in her, a hand in marriage, or anything, anything as long as you're out of the picture! "y-you didn't tell him my name, d-didn't you?"

"of course, i did!" exclaimed she did with the widest grin ever.

why are you so freaking happy over this?! clasping your head in your hands as you tragically fall on your knees causing the lady to gasp in shock, ushering to your side to get you up.

"milady?! what's wrong?"

"d-dear," you pouted as you look up to her, "you didn't tell him where my manor's at, r-right?"

she simply replied, "i did? the prince informed me that he's going to send a letter for you to be his partner to the ball."

an imaginary arrow struck back to your heart, forming a humongous hole that threatens to give you a panic attack. what? what in the actual fuck? did you accidentally did something to divert the original story you yourself created? but you didn't even do anything! you tried to do your best to keep the interaction with him as short as possible and he dared to take an interest in you?!

"milady, a letter from the royal palace had arrived for you."

"discard it. throw it. keep it away from my sight."

"milady?!" Liz and the head of the maid exclaimed in utter shock at your nonchalant answer.

"forget about it, forget about it." you clasped your forehead in utter disappointment, yet your brain were creating another plan b for this unexpected turn of events. what should you do? even more so, what would you do now that the prince had asked for you to be by his side to the ballroom?

this won't do, you won't let this happen—you had to look as unattractive and ugly as possible for him to cringe on and finally divert his attention back to the rightfully person who deserved it; the female lead.

your maids could only fall apart every single time you pluck out the enchanting gems they attached on your hair, ears and wrists. their efforts deemed futile as always as you had no mood for any sort of events, it was like a slap to their face as you initially weren't like this. you overheard them that they couldn't get used to how you were adamant in staying behind the spotlight as you often did your very best in dressing yourself up before, with the sole intention of gaining the favour of men and even more better, a prince.

of course, they are totally oblivious to your real identity. only a series of jaw gaping one after another with your change of character, at first—you had a dilemma over whether you should act like the character you created but you later scrap the idea as soon as the anxiety of being engulfed in the crowd suffocated your chest. opting to avoid as many as balls or public events as possible, but that obviously didn't work out that well since you heard of the female lead's arrival from the country side—just like you intended it to be.

and being the proud mother (writer) you are, of course why wouldn't you take one single look at her and see of how far she had came? but alas, one interaction leads to another one and so on—till finally, you became her best friend throughout her entire journey. waiting for the male lead's arrival, and watch their romances blooming and per se—but oh well, look at the situation you were in right now; total disaster.

you truly despise being in such an extravagant puffy gown and the numerous accessories hugging your skin, it's tremendously uncomfortable that you wanted to rip it off part in front of the prince standing before you right now, and right here.

asking for your hand to dance with that odd kittenish smile, that you swore you had never ever written in his personality profile; he should never have been this casual and chill over a person he had just met. he should've been cold as fuck, icy to touch, and a spiralling disaster if you dare to talk to him, so why?

plus how could he have taken an interest in you? you couldn't possibly have added a dose of the love at first sight trope, didn't you? you despised that trope to your very core.

"milady? may i?" he extended his hand before you, patiently waiting for your answer.

you had decided that you're going to reject him quick and efficient—just like the local fast food restaurant your mouth kept drooling over for, smashing a five star review for their inhuman speedy delivery.

"you see, prince jungwon. i have no desire to have a connection with you, a relationship, as a matter of fact."

he raised his eyebrow, seemingly unfazed by your bold words. "i'm curious milady, why so? have i done something that perhaps had annoyed you?"

cliché question, you loathe that. "what if i said you did?"

"then tell me, milady. i'll try my hardest to own up to you—" he took a steps forward, which causes you to immediately step back as well with a frown on your face. you can't, not in this life, to even give him a single chance to get close to you. nah uh.

"no need, and stay one meter apart, please." you pointed your index finger towards the floor and he hesitated, but complied immediately.

"i." you raise your index finger back to yourself and then at him, "don't like you. do you understand?"

"b-but?"

"stop questioning me, prince jungwon." you stayed firm in your spot, "i believe it's a common decency to step back when a lady had voiced out her opinion, a prince like you certainly would understand, am i right?"

Jungwon was clearly taken aback, the fact that you didn't give him a single chance to utter a word nor take a step closer was a hard punch to his face. It feels as if he was trying to reach for you, but you efficiently dodged it with ease. It kind of.. annoys him.

"base on how you didn't say anything anymore, i assumed we're done here! well then, goodbye prince jungwon." you turned your heels towards the entrance, not bothering to waste any time at this goddamn ball. "i hope this will be the very last." you scoffed inside your mind, eager for the story to return to it's original route, and that the prince would soon deem you useless and such—returning to the female lead's arms.

hm, now where's your precious female lead? she should've appeared right now and right here, strike the pot while it's hot!

"i'm afraid i can't back down that easily, milady." jungwon took a few steps forward, wrapping his hand round your wrist as he spun you around to face his eyes filled with blazing determination. one that you specifically added on top of his profile so that your readers would kept it in mind.

your breath hitched down your throat as you remembered there's only two reasons he could have this; one that reminds you when he was at war, shouting at the top of his voice to encourage his soldiers as they push through the enemies, and another reason of it appearing is when he have to get what he wanted, or else all hell will break loose, chaos will ensue.

right, you're truly an idiot. staying a few years in this novel without any memories, and only for it to surface back when you stumble upon the library—dozens of books flickering a series of eccentric images in your mind. It had cause you to lose all memories of important details, only emerging everytime you are presented with a situation you couldn't comprehend. such as when you forgot that the female lead had memory problems and such.

"i'll only present this choices to you, milady. since you tremendously intrigued me over how well spoken you were and fascinating indeed—" bitch, you don't even know how you had the sudden ability to confront him but you were just sure as hell that you don't want to ruin your own novel. no fucking way.

you can't let him have the upper hand on you.

"let me go." irritated to your core, you tried untangle Jungwon's tight grasp on your wrist but he won't budge even an inch which only had you fuming in anger. "i said let me go, bitch!"

the crowd emits a series of gasps and murmurs as you spun around—twisting the prince's arms which had him yelping in pain, and ultimately pinning him onto the ground. with rage consuming you that nothing was going in your way, you slammed your hands on the both side of his head. clenching your jaw and gritting your teeth as you emphasised each word. "you are one a dumb hell of a bitch, when i said i do not want to see you anymore. i mean it. so—"

"so what?" his smug look resurfaces, one that emerges whenever he was being challenged. yes, do that! he should despise you, not take an interest in you! he should loathe you so much that he can't even gaze at you for a second. excitement surged through your veins as you open your mouth, preparing for the last blow.

"so, get lost. just because you're a prince doesn't mean every girl would fall for you, idiot."

an even more louder gasp emits from the crowd as they clearly heard what you said, their jaw gaping and some covering their mouths with their hands as their mind are now bombarded with random questions over how exceedingly brave you are to insult the royal prince, and of what fate will you met now that you've done such an atrocious act.

a low giggle sent shivers down your spine, and goosebumps to riled over your neck as you realise the prince under you had the widest smirk on his face. you frowned deeply, he shouldn't be smirking! he should be fuming in anger and throwing you out of the palace at this moment. so why?!...

"oh milady, how truly fascinating you are." you let out a loud yelp when he grabbed both of your wrists, pulling you closer to his face—a dangerous close proximity against his fluttering eyelashes and lips that your breath caught up in your throat which causes your cheeks to heated up in embarrassment of what kind of position you two were in right now. "i like you, you would certainly be a perfect fit to be by my side."

"what?!" you exclaimed, jaws dropping and eyes about to pop out at his very words. "i don't want to be by your side—"

"a lady like you, i'm afraid to say, intrigues me very much..." Jungwon shots a kittenish wink right through your heart. "be my wife, milady. i'll show you how good I can be for you."

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SUNGHOON x male reader

roomate

*please forgive me if i made mistakes*

warning: blowjob, belly bulge,cockwarming,etc.

It's been two months since college started, you have a roomate. He is Park Sunghoon, the hot boy, super popular but he doesn't know that the students of your college are crazy over him. Many are jealous of you, because you are roommates with him.

Sunghoon is so hot, you could look at him all day long. Although it's been two months since you two are roommates, you only share a couple or maybe more conversation with him.

Your college dorm have no separate rooms so there is two beds in your dorm and one bathroom which is shared by the two of you.

Ond day, on an early saturday morning, Sunghoon ask you to help him with his homework, although he is very hot, he is not very good in his studies. So he ask you, the top student, to help him do his work. You agree to help him, he sat beside you on the table, he is wearing a white sleeveless shirt that is showing his biceps and hia collarbone. He is looking so good even though he just woke up. He is so tall and handsome.

When you start your lession with him, not even five minutes has passed, Sunghoon can't seem to focus, he was looking out of the window and daydreaming, you snap your fingers and he looks at you and smiled, "Sorry, what were you saying." he said, you point at the book and said,"Do you get this part?", he shook his head, his face says that he is clueless.

"Okay, I need you to pay attention to what I am saying.", you said, he smiled and said, "Okay, babe", you blushed, he smiled, you were so surprised, he doesn't seem to care about what he just said. You tutored him the whole afternoon and you somehow feel much closer to him.

Later that night, you kept thinking of what he said, you blush everytime you think about it. Sunghoon, one of the hottest students in your college, called you 'babe'. It is something you can't believe will happen.

It's been a few weeks and you have been tutoring Sunghoon pretty much everyday. He became so comfortable with you, or maybe too comfortable. Sometimes he just wear his shorts and nothing else, it's hard to focus for you. Sometimes you catch him staring at your face while you explain some parts of your lesson, he used to stare at your lips hungtily, as if he was about to kiss you anytime.

He used to tease you by tickling you and rufgling your hair, poking you with his pen and drawing silly things in your notebook.

One evening, Sunghoon was out drinking with his friends. He is a bit drunk, and at your tutoring session, he is more teasy than usual. He poked your cheek with his index finger. When you look at him, his eyes bright as the stars, his cheeks blushing red because he drank, he placed his hand on your cheek, he closes the book and leans in to kiss you.

You didn't refuse the kiss, he pulls you close to him, you hesitated a bit. "S-sorry, i didn't mean to" he said, "No, it's okay, i don't dislike it", you said, "You don't?" he asked, he smiled as you nod, once again he kissed you, this time more passionately. You sat on his lap stilk kissing him, he grabs your butt, playing with them, he shifted to your neck leaving red marks all over. He played with your nipples and pinched them, then he started sucking it and biting it. You feel his crotch growing harder and harder.

After a few minutes, you were fully undressed, you don't even know when he took off your clothes. Sunghoon too is wearing only his boxers now, which is packing his huge boner. You kissed him again and sat on your knees and kissing his boner under his boxers. You finally pullled down his boxers, releasing his huge dick, that is leaking precum and is asking for your attention.

It is throbbing, hard as rock, you kissed the tip, and licked it softly, earning a groan from him, it tastes salty from the precum. It is so big that you hesitated a bit before putting it in your mouth. You swirl your tongue around the tip making him moan softly. You then started bobbing your head up and down, he is breathing heavily now.

He placed his hands on your head, making you move faster. After a few minutes, he lift you up, you get on the bed and sat on your knees. Sunghoon started licking you hole swirling your tongue around your entrance to prepare you for his hige dick.

He inserted one finger and adds one more, he hit your prostrate with the tip of his fingers making you moan from the pleasure. Then he placed the tip of his dick in your entrance and pushed it slowly inside. It was so painful, you feel like it is gonna tear your hole, then pleasure starts to replace your pain as he moves, you are now a moaning mess, he started moving faster and faster making you moan louder, you were glad the dorm rooms were made soundproof. After a while, you finally get used to his size. You asked Sunghoon to move faster, he did, while fucking you from the back he played with your nipples, you were so sensitive to his touch, and then you came all over the sheets. Sunghoon turned you around, kissing you hungrily, he is still rock hard. " I haven't cum yet, he said and pushed his cock deep inside you so that a bulge is forming in your belly, he wrapped your legs around his waist, carrying you, he started fucking you again, you moaned so loudly, you feel your orgasm is coming near again, "I-I'm gonna cum", you said, he still keeps thrusting, "Again already?", he said, "Wait for me baby" he said, he started thrusting even harder and faster, you feel his cock growing inside you, he groans and you can tell he is close too, after a few hard thrusts he shoots his thick cum inside you, it feels warm, and you at the same time cums all over Sunghoon's chest. You both cleaned up after a while and went to bed. You lie down on the bed next to him, you cuddle with him. After a while you feek his dick growing again, he pushed it inside once again, but he didn't move, he just stayed like that till both of you fall asleep. The next morning you woke up, Sunghoon's dick still inside of you

#sunghoon x male reader #sunghoon #sunghoon smut #kpop x male reader #enhypen x male reader #enhypen #enhypen smut #kpop smut #sunghoon x reader #sunghoon x you #kpop x reader

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jaeyunzzx · 4 months

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MY FAVOURITE BOY — LEE HEESEUNG

contains ftm!reader, use of the word “cunt” and “clit”, however clit is also referred to as “dick” lol, crying, sweet heeseung, bottom male reader, use of the word “hyung”

in which heeseung just wants to please you, and sometimes it can go on for hours.

a/n: ima start writing for both top and bottom male reader coz why not lol

You sighed softly, eyes feeling heavy as another wave of pleasure crashed into your body violently; like sea water washing over a beach shore. It was heavy and caused all the air in your lungs to be knocked out; merciless and hot, that’s how it felt. Heeseung showed no signs of stopping though, not even when tears slowly started to gather in your eyes, nor when your blunt fingernails dug into his back; a deadly scream ripping through your throat not long after.

“So tight f’me aren’t ya baby?” Heeseung panted, his hips snapping forward whilst his cock drove itself even deeper inside you; almost splitting you in half. You knew you’d feel the remnants of this all later, Heeseung always made sure your pussy was still recovering from his cock days after sex, he wanted you to feel every part of him forever; he wanted your hole to practically fit his cock and his cock only.

You loved it as well, the sore feeling when you woke up, the constant reminder of how Heeseung claimed you as his, made sure that if any guy ever tried speaking to you, all you’d need to do is clench your thighs together and feel your still very sore clit against the fabric of your boxers. It was thrilling, and you’d never get tired of it, even if he had done it a million times there was nothing that could remove the sheer desire and pleasure you got from just feeling how Heeseung absolutely destroyed you.

“Hee..no more, m’so sensitive” you whined, even if you didn’t necessarily want him to stop, the feeling of his cock was to good to give up, you did however start to feel as though you’d pass out. You’ve both been at it for ages and you’re beginning to think you’d simply fall asleep then and there; which wouldn’t be fair on Hee’s part mind you.

Heeseung grunted, peppering soft kisses against your sweaty neck, tasting the overly salty liquid on his tongue. He grimaced for a minute, before ignoring the unpleasant taste and going back to leaving more marks on your pretty skin. “I know baby, you’re tired hm? Just give me one more” Heeseung mumbled, one more felt like a million miles away, but with the pace the elder was going at you probably wouldn’t last long; that and with how sensitive your poor cunt was.

Heeseung huffed, snapping his hips into you faster as his hand reached down to play with your clit, “just one more orgasm for hyung ok? I know you can do it, you’re always such a good boy for your hyung aren’t you?”

God Heeseung was going to be the death of you.

You choked out a moan, body twitching evidently as Heeseung continued to toy with you, his fingers always knew how to please you; it was fascinating really. “You love it when hyungie plays with your dick huh? Does it make you feel good baby?” Heeseung groaned, pinching your t-dick between his fingers causing you to yelp loudly.

“I asked you a question”

“Yes! Heeseung! Hyung! Yes, I love it- please!” You yelled out, the feeling of your worn out body tensing up was enough to let you and your boyfriend know you were close. Heeseung smirked, leaning down to press a soft kiss to your swollen lips, his tongue sneaking its way into your mouth as his hips faltered slightly; breaking the fast pace they were going at.

“Gonna cum baby, shit, gonna fill you up so well ok?” Heeseung managed to say, his hot breath fanned over your lips and all you managed to do was nod pathetically, whining softly as if you weren’t begging for it enough; especially with the way your hole clenched around his cock, you were practically milking him dry.

Heeseung gritted his teeth, leaning down to kiss you once more before he came with a loud groan. The feeling of him filling you up was enough to make you come too, the orgasm you had was weak, but pleasant enough to cause your legs to shake around Heeseung’s waist.

“Fuck baby, you were amazing for me” Heeseung praised, pressing yet another kiss to your sweaty skin, this time it was you forehead, and he did his best to ignore the salty taste on his lips.

“I need a bath” you muttered, wincing slight when you felt Heeseung pull out of you, a bath sounded heavenly, but you knew your body didn’t have the energy to even do so at this point; Heeseung to note of that too.

“Later, rest for now, I can tell you’re tired” he spoke with a reassuring smile and took his time to grab some tissues on the bedside table. He first cleaned you up, he was careful not to press too hard on your cunt, knowing how sensitive you probably were. Then just as you slowly drifted off to sleep he decided to gently dap a clean tissue over your forehead, cleaning you of at least some of the sweat before he kissed you once more.

@jaeyunzzx 2023-2024 — please do not repost, plagiarise or translate any of my works on any other platform nor on tumblr itself.

#alex posts!!#male reader #x male reader #enhypen x male reader #enhypen smut #enhypen #bottom male reader #ftm reader #lee heeseung #lee heesung x reader #lee heeseung x male reader #enhypen heeseung #x bottom male reader

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jaemmphilia · 7 months

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★ 𝘥𝘢𝘺 𝘴𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯: 𝘷𝘪𝘳𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘪𝘵𝘺

kinktober 2023 - masterlist ★ includes: heeseung ★ warnings: explicit content, virginnnnnn gang, heeseung is the inexperienced one in this case © triplejracha, 2023. please do not copy to any other platform.

Heeseung hovers above you as the two of you kiss lazily on his bed in his dorm. The rest of the group went out to eat and you wanted to tag along, but Jay told you that Heeseung had something private to tell you.

That's how you ended up under Heeseung, his lips lightly pressing against your neck. He told you that he was ready to fuck you, that he was ready to take that giant leap.

Who were you to deny him of that?

You guide Heeseung through it all, starting with prepping you for his cock. You have your legs spread before him, your puckered rim on display for him.

"Wet your pointer and middle fingers, Seung." You tell him, watching as he sticks his fingers in his mouth, successfully wetting the digits.

Heeseung doesn't wait for your next step, taking matters into his own hands as he circles your rim with his wet fingers. He then slips his pointer finger passed the ring of muscle. He was not prepared for the muscles to clamp down on his finger so tightly, his eyes go wide.

"Damn, in the videos it didn't look like this.." Heeseung says under his breath and you laugh.

"You watched videos?" You question him with a laugh.

Heeseung nods and wonders why you find it so amusing that he was prepared for this.

"You know those videos are the worst thing you could watch it you plan on losing your virginity, right?" You ask, watching Heeseung go red in the cheeks and ears.

"I didn't know that.." He starts, looking away from you to try and hide his embarrassment.

"It's okay. Just let me guide you, ignore whatever you saw in those videos." You reassure him, tapping his arm lovingly.

Heeseung nods, his finger wiggling inside you. He chuckles when your face twists up. He slowly begins to move his finger in and out of you. You let out soft hums when he does, biting your lip.

Heeseung decides to add in his middle finger, watching as your rim expands around his digits. He then works you open, taking it slow for your sake.

He knows that this isn't your first time and that you have plenty of experience, but he's also doing it for himself. He is aware the he isn't the smallest, he's actually quite long and fairly thick.

Heeseung watches the small bead of white gathering at your tip as he pumps his fingers in and out of you. You're letting out the prettiest noises, calling out his name in between moans and whines.

Heeseung soon has three fingers inside you, and you keep squeezing and sucking him back inside every time he pulls his fingers out. He's impressed that your body is strong enough to do something like that.

"I need you inside me, like, right now." You demand, and Heeseung wastes no time in ridding himself of his clothes.

Heeseung stands naked before you, his cock standing tall and proud against his stomach. You lick your lips as you stare. "Come on, spit on it and ease it inside." You tell him, and he does so.

Heeseung gathers a glob of spit in his mouth and allows it to dribble out of his mouth and onto his aching cock. He rubs the saliva all over his cock, hoping the slide will be good enough.

He hovers over you, lining his cock up with your entrance. You both brace yourselves as Heeseung slowly pushes his cockhead passed your rim. You both let out groans at the sensation and Heeseung doesn't go any further, afraid he might bust immediately.

After waiting for what feels like forever, Heeseung musters up the confidence to push in further. He struggles at first because of how tight you are and the fact that you're squeezing him to death.

He gets about halfway before he's pausing again, his head hung low as his breathing picks up. He feels so much pleasure that he isn't used to and he doesn't know how the dudes in the videos lasted for several minutes. Heeseung feels like he might last 30 seconds before spilling.

Once he gets his full length inside you, he begins to pump into you, going slow at first. He pants above you like a dog in heat that can't control his urges.

Heeseung uses his free hand to stroke your cock in time with his sloppy thrusts. You place your hand over his to show him how you like to be stroked. He takes a second but soon gets the hang of it.

The two of you end up finishing rather quickly, the pleasure too much to hold back any longer. Heeseung was courteous and pulled out before spilling all over your stomach. He breathes heavily as his body slumps on top of you.

You chuckle and push him off of you so that the mixture of his and your cum doesn't get all over the bed. You both hear the door unlocking and you panic as you stare at each other.

#💘 written by tjr #👻 kinktober 2023 #kpop x male reader #kpop x reader #male reader #enhypen smut #enhypen x reader #enhypen #enhypen x male reader #enhypen heeseung #heeseung x reader #heeseung x male reader #heeseung x you

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sutang-hoon · 2 years

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Same Anon here! And sure! It doesn’t have to be an idol reader if you feel like it’ll be bothersome, he could even be an employee at a rivalry company or something like that!

But if you keep with the idol route, the plot could be like they’re both at a music show / award show, and both of their groups are aiming to win Boy Group of the Year 👀 And when one of them wins, that would obviously cause the other to get super jealous and angry but those feelings would only be turned into sexual tension when the reader and heeseung see eachother backstage~~ LOL

rivals (with benefits) — lee heeseung x male!reader (m.)

PAIRING: lee heeseung x male!reader (he/him)

SUMMARY: it's awards season. the competition is high, and many boy groups were nominated for boy group of the year. and one of the groups were none other than enhypen. that's where lee heeseung is in, your rival, but is he really your rival? do you really hate each other? or is it all an act?

WARNINGS: dom!heeseung and sub!male reader, unprotected sex, name-calling, degrading, making out, semi public sex, blowjob (heeseung receiving), little heejay moment, slapping, dacryphilia, hair pulling, creampie, nasty, nasty sex

AUTHOR'S NOTE: this is probably the nastiest, eye rolling, sheet gripping, toe curling, dick throbbing fic i've ever made so far

"i can't believe i'll see that little shit again."

you roll your eyes, while your makeup is getting done. it's award season, and this time of the year is the most competitive, with hundreds of groups pitted against each other, with only one group to take home each award. award season. this means you'll see tons of groups, both backstage and general. of course, your rival, heeseung, will be here.

"i'm gonna see that fucker again."

heeseung sighs as he waits for his makeup artist to finish, staring at himself in the mirror. he flashes a smile, confident, since he looks stunning. when he's done and the makeup artists calls for the next member, he sits down on one of the big black couches. jay was seated next to him and heeseung scrolls mindlessly on his phone. he gets interrupted when jay call him with a "hey." heeseung hums, eyes slightly wide, turning to him. "yeah?"

jay scoots closer to heeseung and the space between them get smaller. heeseung freezes, and jay chuckles. "do you really hate him?"

heeseung eyebrows arch, confused. what was jay talking about? "who? him? my rival?"

jay nods.

"oh, i hate him. he's such a little shit, always making fun of me when we lose to them at music bank and whatever fucking music program." heeseung looks pissed as he rants on, but jay knows something.

he knows heeseung doesn't actually hate you.

jay laughs loudly, throwing his head back. heeseung looks at him with a puzzled expression. once jay's laughter dies down, he faces heeseung again, this time with a small smirk on his face. what a fucking weirdo. heeseung thinks.

"you're a comedian, heeseung."

"what the fuck do you mean by that?" heeseung asks him angrily. cute. jay thinks.

"now listen here, man." jay moves closer and heeseung fucking gulps - jay's face has completely changed. his face has a dark expression, eyes extremely ominous. heeseung feels out of breath, especially with how close jay's face is.

"i know for a goddamn fact that you don't hate him. matter of fact, you want to fuck him."

heeseung's eyes widen, and jay finds it cute. the latter exposed heeseung, and he feels nothing but satisfaction brimming in him. jay takes a hold of heeseung's chin, his lips parting slightly as watches heeseung frown and grit his teeth. heeseung admits that jay looks hot, and the moment is so fucking tense, he can physically feel himself start to sweat.

heeseung feels defeated. he sighs and closes his eyes. jay hums, genuinely suprised that heeseung didn't even try to defend himself. really, how would heeseung defend his faked hatred towards you when jay already knew what was happening between you two?

"fine. you win." jay lets go of heeseung's chin, and heeseung hangs his head low. surprisingly, jay isn't mad at all. he actually puts his hand on heeseung's shoulder reassuringly, to which heeseung looks at him.

"that's why, i'm here to help you." jay flashes a smile at heeseung.

"what? what do you mean?"

"you see-" jay gestures heeseung to scoot closer again, and he does, so jay continues.

"remember how, whenever the show ends..."

heeseung freezes as he has a moment of realization. jay gives him a look, he knows what heeseung is going to say, and heeseung smirks, jay is a fucking genius.

"we all get sent to our respective dresssing rooms?"

"exactly."

"which means, i can just call him, make him come to our room, and then you-know-what? you're a fucking genius, park."

jay laughs and heeseung does the same. the two men let their laughter die down before they share a fist bump. jay sits back and places his arms on the couch's head, watching the other members get their makeup done.

"oh and one more thing." jay speaks, still looking at the other members. "i'll be your wingman." he turns around to look at heeseung, clicking his tongue and winking at him. heeseung laughs and calls him amazing. heeseung then turns around - jay stares at him for a little while, gears turning in his head. he stops staring and looks at the other members.

heeseung smiles as he thinks about their plan. his cheeks color a slight pink when he realizes what he's about to do to you. he imagines the dirtiest stuff and realizes that he will do it in such a place like this. a public place. oh, it excites him.

you braced yourself as you headed towards the main seating area. it was going to be loud, for sure. you're in a rising group and have won several music show wins, topped the charts, had a lot of views on your music videos, and went viral.

as you walked towards your designated seats, the scream of the fans were defening. it wasn't all bad though, at least you and your group members have a solid fanbase. you sit down and notice that there were already a few groups who were seated already.

"hey, it's them." your member elbows you as you follow his eyes.

the screams of the fans wavered back again as enhypen walked towards the seating area. you look for a certain orange-haired guy, and you find him almost immediately. damn, he looks amazing. although you did remember you were rivals, so you had no reactions whatsoever.

oh god. he was coming closer. heeseung walks up the stairs. shit. is he seated next to your group, when the two parties are rivals? heeseung locks eyes with you, an annoying grin plastered on his face. you shoot him a dirty look as he walks closer. thankfully, the cameras probably won't see you two.

"may the best group win." heeseung says as he takes a seat next to you, although there was some space left behind. you stare at him and you forgot that you were his rival. whoever styled him needed a goddamn raise because of how stunning he looked.

"whatever, we'll win anyway." you huff out. heeseung just chuckles. he feels a nudge to his side, and it was jay. he smirks at you, and at heeseung. heeseung nudges him back. he doesn't want jay to catch your attention.

your attention was saved for later.

"jesus, how long has it been?"

it's been what, an hour and a half, and the awarding part of the show hasn't started yet. you silently agree with jay. you wanted to them to get it over with so you could go home. you wanted to be announced as the boy group of the year, take the award, thank the fans, and then leave.

you watch two people walk onto the stage. finally. let's get this over with. you thought. the couple announces the start of the awarding.

you drown out almost everything they said, but you didn't forget to clap and bow for the other groups, of course. but as time went on, your clapping got slower and sloppier. you were fucking tired.

"now, for the best boy group of the year..."

and suddenly, all your drowsiness disappears, and you're all ears. heeseung also snaps out of his trance, leaning forward to pay attention. the woman takes out a piece of paper from the envelope, reading the winner's name.

"enhypen!"

you were surprised. not mad, but you will admit that you felt a little jealousy. either way, you clapped enthusiastically for them. heeseung turns around and smirks at you before walking onto the stage with the other boys.

the fans were screaming and other groups were clapping. heeseung walks onto the stage with his members - the cameras followed all seven of them as they walked towards the microphone to deliver their speech.

they all stand and wave. heeseung grabs the microphone and starts his speech. well you'll be damned. did his voice get deeper? you were unsure, but either way, his voice was hot.

"finally! thank god!" you sigh a breath of relief. the award show was finally over, the fans were leaving the venue, and you were more than ready to head home and fall onto your soft, soft bed.

tons of groups were scattered throughout the hallway. some idols were even interacting with each other, whilst some were headed towards their rooms, ready to head home as well. in the crowd, you easily spot heeseung, who seems to be talking to jay.

"hey, motherfucker." heeseung watches you walk towards him, hands in his pocket. you cross your arms, giving him a stern look. he laughs, throwing his head back, his adam's apple bobbing. what the actual fuck.

"you guys go first. i'll be there later." you tell your group members, and they leave. you clicked your tongue at heeseung, who's staring at you strikingly, head leaned on the wall. jay stares at you as well, arm placed on heeseung's shoulder.

the three of you just stand there, and you sigh. "are you two just going to keep staring at me? speak up." heeseung stands straight. jay touches heeseung's back in a subtle way, heeseung nods at him, and jay proceeds to leave.

"you're just jealous we won. come on, wanna visit our dressing room?" you reply with a "whatever" and let heeseung lead the way. the hallway was still pretty crowded, so heeseung obviously keeps you by his side, how?

by snaking his arm around your waist.

you try your best not to react to heeseung's hold on your waist. the subtle movement of his fingers were electrifying, they were like little sparks. all that while heeseung looks forward, a serious but handsome look on his face.

suddenly, you didn't want to go home anymore.

you enter the dressing room and find it weird how jay is the only one inside. where are the others? heeseung closes the door behind you as you sit down on the couch. you didn't notice it, but heeseung shoots jay a look, who moves closer to the door.

"where is everyone else?" you ask heeseung, who sits directly in front of you. he has his legs wide open as he sits - it's as if he was inviting you to stare at his crotch. you take a quick peek and he is huge. heeseung seems to not notice.

"they're busy, and for the members, they're catching up with other idols." he replies, still sitting like that. "okay then." heeseung stands up and your eyes follow him. he stands in front of one of the tables and you see a golden object. it was their trophy for winning boy group of the year.

heeseung looks at you for any reaction, but you don't say anything. "i fucking get it. you guys won."

"you're jealous, aren't you?" heeseung asks nonchalantly.

"listen, i do not give a fuck if you guys won. what the hell do you want me to do, heeseung? throw you a party?"

heeseung glances at jay for a split second, who quietly opens the door, locks it and leaves. you don't notice that not when you're half-pissed at heeseung. heeseung starts to smile.

the plan is working.

"and- what, hello? lee heeseung? i'm fucking speaking here!" you stand up, now pissed.

"listen." heeseung's voice drops a few notes. it booms across the room. you were taken aback, and you gulp. as cliché as it sounds, heeseung slowly walks towards you. you take a few steps back. "heeseung, what are you doing?" you ask him while walking backwards.

shit. you hit the wall.

heeseung swiftly grabs your wrists, pinning them above your head. all the air gets knocked out of your lungs and you feel yourself shrink. heeseung towers over you and you can't help but think of how tall he really is. heeseung removes one hand, using his other hand to keep your wrists in place. are his hands that big? either way, your cheeks burn at the thought of how huge his hands were.

"what the fuck? let me go!" you thrash around, and heeseung laughs. it was no use, heeseung's grip on you was so strong, and you had no chance anyway. for a second, heeseung gently swipes his thumb on your cheek, it was so soft that you leaned into the touch.

heeseung then removes his hands. "wait what-"

a loud smack echoes across the room as heeseung slaps you in the face, hard. you whimper as you feel the prickling heat ripple across your face. heeseung laughs, and you feel your eyes shimmer with tears.

"pathetic little bitch." you audibly gasp at his words - you'd never expect him, lee heeseung, the one who is adored by fans, to be this mean. you quickly start to get hard. you never expected you actually like being degraded. heeseung just proved that just now.

"you're actually jealous, aren't you? you want to win so you won't be a burden to your fans who voted for you, streamed your songs and bought your albums, right?"

you hung your head in defeat and feel yourself start to cry. it was so fucking cruel of heeseung, but you loved it at the same time. heeseung laughs at you like a madman, forcefully grabbing your chin to look at him. he cooes once he sees your pathetic and teary-eyed face. "but don't worry, i can help you with that."

"h-"

heeseung grabs your chin and presses his lips against yours. he lets go of your wrists to hold your ass. you gasp, and heeseung takes that as an opportunity to enter your mouth. he sucks, slurps, and tastes you. the sound was disgustingly hot - you wrap your arms around heeseung's shoulders, breathing through your nose as you kiss him deeply. heeseung moves his leg and places it in between yours.

he starts rubbing his leg on your tent, and you whine in his mouth. your arms tighten and pull heeseung closer. both of your eyes were closed, eyebrows frowning, sweat forming on your temples, and corners of your mouth drooling. you feel yourself shaking when heeseung's leg rubs faster against your crotch.

you both pull back, watching a string of saliva form in between your lips. you wipe your lips and heeseung thought of something that makes him smirk. something nasty.

heeseung pushes you to the front and leans on the wall. "get on your fucking knees." you follow his order immediately, and his bulge was a feast for your eyes. "come on, do something baby. you can't just stay there." you nod and start shaking knowing what you're about to do.

your start palming heeseung through his pants and notice a wet patch leaking through the fabric before you start licking him through the fabric. heeseung's hands flies and takes a hold of your hair. his grip was painful, of course.

a hint of saltiness tickles your taste buds as you lick his pants one more time. "can i, daddy?" holy fucking shit. heeseung might go crazy. he nods, and you unzip his pants. you both watch as his cock bounces up and you moaned at how huge he was.

you wasted no time in pumping him. heeseung stutters a moan and rolls his head back, his neck on display, you wish you could leave hickies on him - you start pumping heeseung even faster, watching his pre-cum leaking from his tip. you lick the tip, and heeseung's legs start shaking, and he moans loudly. "oh, fuck, yes!"

you pull back, hesitant. how the hell are you going to take him when he's that big? heeseung clicks his tongue, and you stare up at him pathetically, like a lost puppy.

"aw, scared of my dick? remember, i'll have to fuck you later." those words just made you needier. harder. it was technically true, you have to get used to him. after all, you wouldn't want this night to pass without heeseung fucking you.

"psh, i'm not." you reluctantly move closer to his dick, staring at it for a few seconds. "come on you pathetic littl-" you grab him and take him into your mouth. heeseung was caught off guard, evident by the loud moan he emits and the pure pleasure on his face.

you start bobbing your head up and down, and you stare up at him. heeseung could cum from that alone. you moan frequently around heeseung, causing him to tighten his grip on your scalp. he knows he's not going to last long. you feel tears gather in your eyes again as you try not to gag.

"what a slut, sucking on my dick. what if someone walks in, huh? seeing you all hungry for my cock, isn't that embarassing?" heeseung says in between breaths and he tries his best to make his words clear, but it's hard, knowing the number of sensations he's being given right now.

you moan at the response, your cheeks are literally burning from his words. you grab his balls and play with them. you're drooling and the sounds you were making while sucking him off were disgusting, but hot. heeseung feels like he's about to explode in your mouth, his toned stomach clenched.

"baby, i'm close. i, fuck! want you to swallow all of it, okay?" heeseung starts shaking even more.

his hair is messy, some of it even sticking to his forehead, which was covered in sweat. his cheeks were burning too, some drool was evident on the corner of his mouth, and he remembers he still has his formal attire on, which was sticking to skin, slick with sweat.

heeseung moans beautifully as he cums in your mouth. he was overwhelmed, trembling from his orgasm. his orgasm was so intense that he saw black for a few seconds and his legs were about give in any moment. you moan as you start tasting heeseung's cum, your mouth starting to fill up, heeseung came a lot.

heeseung takes a moment to recover before pulling you off his dick. "say ah." heeseung leans down and tilts your head up, and you show him his liquid inside your mouth. "and... swallow." you swallowed, tingly because of the salty taste of him. "good boy."

you stand up, and heeseung pulls you into a kiss again. the both of you tumble and fall onto the couch, and you continue kissing each other deeply. heeseung then shuffles down and covers your neck in kisses, which tickles and makes you shiver. heeseung emits small breaths and moans from time to time.

"h-heeseung." heeseung bites your neck with some force, and you hiss from the pain. he was so aggressive, letting out his pent-up emotions and need for you. heeseung moves up and places his lips next to your ear, growling.

"turn around for me and slide your pants off." you did as he told, positioning yourself. you grab a pillow and hold onto it while unzipping your pants and letting them pool around your ankles. "so fucking beautiful." heeseung then proceeds to rip your boxers off, and you find yourself yelping at that.

heeseung massages the skin of your ass while watching your rock-hard dick twitch. you brace yourself and heeseung finds it cute how you'd let him do anything to you.

you cry out as heeseung gives your ass a hard slap, crying out into the pillow. heeseung massages the now flushed skin before slapping it twice, then thrice. you were a crying mess at this point - heeseung moves back to admire his work, your ass red and hot.

heeseung couldn't wait any longer, rubbing his huge cock against your hole, and you clench in response. he slowly pushes the head in and the two of you share a moan. he enters you fully before wrapping his arms around your torso, head resting on your back.

"goddamn, you're tight. that needy for me, huh? my slutty boy, my rival?"

"i could say the same to you, desperate to fuck your rival you definitely hate."

the two of you laugh together and heeseung lets go of you and digs his nails into your waist, and you were sure there'd be some marks. heeseung slowly pulls out until his head was almost out of your hole. three, two, one. heeseung sends his hips forward, which launches you forward, and you scream into the pillow. "yes! oh fuck!"

heeseung had to bring one of his hands to his mouth to keep himself quiet. he watches himself disappear inside you, your ass bouncing from the force of his thrusts. you were shaking so much and your body temperature was unbelievably high, and you forgot that you still had your attire on, which was sticking onto your skin due to your sweat. it was uncomfortable, but you barely noticed, heeseung was fucking you into oblivion. you were both in heaven.

heeseung tugs on your scalp and pulls your hair. he pulled it with so much force, you slip a cry between your moans, and you thought heeseung was going to break your fucking neck. the room quickly gets filled with the sound of skin on skin and your desperate cries and breaths for each other.

you try your best to turn around to look at heeseung, who stares at you, eyes-half lidded.

"goddamn, you're so good for me, so needy for me." heeseung moans loudly.

you stare at each other needily, before sharing another deep kiss. your chin is covered with tears, sweat and saliva. it was so sinful but it was so hot.

"oh my god! yes!" you scream and shove your face into the pillow when heeseung repeatedly taps your protate. "fuck, fuck, heeseung! it feels so good!" heeseung starts plowing into you, your cries for him fueling his eagerness to make you cum. "come on baby boy, cum for me. show me how much you love my cock."

both of your moans and cries of pleasure rise in pitch and you feel your dick start to tremble. heeseung knows he won't last any longer, he wraps his arms around your torso again and rests his head on your back. he finally got to fuck you after all those stolen glances at you, all those nights jacking off, imagining himself fucking you. he can't believe this is real.

"c'mon baby, fucking cum for me like the good boy you are." heeseung clenches his teeth and jaw and his neck veins start to decorate his neck. heeseung is fucking drenched in sweat, his hair all over the place, some drool on the side of his mouth, but he doesn't fucking care.

you scream your lungs out as you cum. you literally felt your pelvic muscles contract from how hard you came. you cum directly on the couch - heeseung lets out the prettiest cry of pleasure as he cums into you. the two of you just stay there, out of breath.

with his remaining strength, heeseung pulls out and watches his cum flow out of your pink hole. he closes his eyes as his tongue takes a taste of his cum and your hole.

"heeseung! n-not there!" he doesn't listen as he slurps and plays with your hole. you tasted amazing, and heeseung gives you a taste, sharing yet another deep kiss with you, and you swirl the juices in your mouth before swallowing them.

"are we still rivals?" heeseung asks as he sits down on the couch, exhausted. you sit down next to him and kiss him on the lips for one last time before grabbing a pile of tissues to clean up.

"yeah, with benefits."

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Hsjaksis this idea has been in my brain for so long but imagine demon heeseung who watches little church girl y/n ever since she turned of age, he's smitten,he wants her but also knows that her purity is too strong and he can only touch her body if she gives him permission,so he has to use deception. Pretend to be someone else to earn ur trust, making u suck on his fingers by telling u that it will earn u god's grace. Overall heavy on corruption if u catch my drift. He will slowly prepare you for himself cuz u r oh so sweet and innocent completely unaware of the pleasures of the human body

”A Test of Will.”

WARNINGS: Unprotected sex, slight breeding kink, corruption, deception, demonic HS x Y/N. Stealing y/n's virginity, possessiveness, secret admiring, cursing, I think that's it.

I apologize it took me so long to post. I got super jet-lagged after our flight back home the other day. But without further ado, here is (sorry it's not proofread) the one shot, "A Test of Will." REQUESTED.

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For as long as you can remember, you loved and praised God, taught to submit into his will whenever he desired or called upon you. As a young girl, you wanted nothing more than to become a bride of Jesus and yearned to remain everlasting and pure. It was a life you loved and respected, being the daughter of a pastor and the wife of a devoted homemaker. From the moment you understood speech, and emotional love, it had always been ingrained in your head to please him and only him.

So, you did.

The first moment you realized the importance of your obedience to the Holy spirit was after you turned seven and your family coordinated your Baptism at the local church, one your family had been attending for years. Donning all white, looking as angelic as the Renaissance paintings, you gained holiness and rebirth as God's child, watching as everyone gathered around and sang praises and cheers. It was a joyous event that displayed your conformance to the standards of God's holy will. Among the chanting choir, one particular guest lurked from above, watching with intrigue. Despite being uninvited, he remained to observe the Holy ritual while being unheard and unseen.

He hovered high above, over the large grand fountain, and watched as the priest gently dipped your frail body in the water, allowing you to rise and take your first breath. Seeing how you smiled delicately, accepting your dedication to fulfilling God's will, creates a smirk in defiance to form gracefully on his dark lips. Now, this ritualistic occurrence was not unique to him, but he could care less, for the event wasn't the reason for his stay. It was you that he was interested in. Your innocence appealed to him, and the strength of your devotion, especially at such a young age, what an enchanting young girl you were. Perhaps he'll possess you and devour your soul while you sleep, letting you die while he tucks your spirit away for safe keeping.

Spreading his wings wide, they rested against the cathedral ceiling; the darkness of the spikes and bat-like features looked as if it smeared the face of the great mother Mary and baby Jesus, tainting their warm faces with the hue of black and blood red. His lithe frame is sharply adorned in an all-black suit with fingerless gloves, while his hair is stained royal purple. Gravity did not affect his demonic nature; no one would have been able to notice him even if he decided to become visible to the mortal eye. He took on a perfect stance of a straight stand, parallel to the roof of the ceiling, with arms carelessly crossed and a raised hand stroking his lips by the lead index. Chuckling, he becomes amused and admires your happiness in becoming one of them, another tribal animal that falls into the pretenses of spiritual love and devotion, neglecting the nature of your mortal existence and desire. That won't do for him, considering he can only devour your spirit when it is strong in faith.

……………..

Years have passed since then, and the hellish guest permanently remained in your life, unbeknownst to you. It was enjoyable for him to watch you grow, molding into a prideful young woman. He admired your dedication but grew infatuated by your stubbornness. You had no problems remaining vigilant in keeping your chastity, but it wasn't easy. As you came of age, you longed for a sense of touch and physical companionship. Most times, you continued to plow through life with your dedication strong and steady, yet some moments you questioned if you were doing enough, feeling complacent with your current path and therefore drifting in thought, wondering if there is more to life than just serving the Lord.

It had hit you hard upon graduating high school, you realized that your greatest wish was to do more, thus furthering your motivation to stay on the current course. Especially after observing your peers, watching them take part in dating, following the natural courses of love, marriage, and family life. You did everything you could to take your mind off it, from actively volunteering in holy community services to leading Bible study every day, but none of it gave you the strength you needed to stay engaged with your dedication to God. Unfortunately for you, he had sensed it and took great delight watching as you tried fighting off your instinctive desires as a mortal woman.

There were times when his invisibility was clicked on or off, depending on his mood, yet it didn't matter for each time that he was present, he remained undetected. Whether it was appearing as the air itself, or disguising as one of your friends, teachers, or even your parents, he gained interaction to hear how lovely your voice became with age. He had found you peculiar upon discovering you as a young girl, but seeing how you grew into the dedicated young woman you are today, he was obsessed. Who could have ever thought that demons could gain affection and desire for humans? It wasn't natural nor was it normal, but there is a first for everything, including him. The last straw was when he lay, relaxing himself on your bedspread, watching as you remained oblivious to his unobtrusive presence. Figuring you were going to conduct your normal routine in changing inside your closet space, he relaxes on your bedding, already knowing that your inclusive habit was due to your shyness in changing out in the open, despite being nestled in the privacy of your room…or so you thought.

It's true, that you have made a habit of changing in discrete areas such as your closet or your bathroom, but time has an effect on everyone, even God's most dutiful child. Sure, you were still fruitful and pure, but as you matured, you found it nearly silly

you weren't as shy as you were before. You were a fully, blossomed young woman who helped and loved her family and had prospects to attend the university of your choice in the oncoming months, all with the attending hopes of joining a nunnery and becoming a bride of his holiness.

His brow raises when he notices you undressing. Shifting his gaze, he looked confused for a moment as you broke out of your traditional habit, and stripped off your clothing delicately until you reached full nudeness. It takes a lot for him to become shaken, it's never happened before, but you accomplished a feat that many, including the demons of Hell, found impossible to achieve. There he lay, iris expanding and glowing red as he noted the suppleness of your soft skin, how you tenderly removed your skirt, blouse, and the undergarments that cradled your luscious breasts and the simple white lace that protected the heart of your core. It was at that moment for the first time since he discovered you, he realized that he was not just intrigued, but obsessed with having you. His infatuation develops into something deeper and stronger upon seeing your bare form, he had to keep you, shower you with his darkness, and hide your lightened heart away for only him to admire.

………………

"Y/N, come here sweetheart, and meet the new priest who has graciously volunteered his services to our church."

You had just returned from your college orientation and noted an unfamiliar umbrella staged by the front door upon entry. Your steps were timid, but you approached the living room steadily, catching sight of your mother and father both speaking to a tall figure, with his back facing you. Your mother catches your entry and bids you to introduce yourself, and you had every means of doing so gracefully, until he turned around.

"Y/N, this is Father Ethan, he has come from far away and is blessing our church with his devotion and preaching of God." Your father added on, continuing your mother's praise of the rather young-looking man that stood before you. He had dark, shiny black hair, was lean, and had a handsome face; for a priest, he was unlike any holy servant you had ever seen before. He was Asian, though you couldn't pinpoint which national region his ethnic background came from, and didn't probe to ask as it would have been too rude. You smiled sweetly and finally gulped faith before emitting your first words in greeting him.

"It's…nice to meet you, Father Ethan. My name is Y/N…."

"Well hello, it's very nice to finally meet you, Y/n. Your parents were spending the last hour boasting about you."

Looking over to your parents, Father Ethan displays a sly smirk as he crosses his arms and swings his body before returning his gaze to your direction. Your parents nod with approval and gleam proudly. You couldn't be entirely sure but there was something strange about your meeting with Father Ethan; there was an unusual level of attraction that you felt towards, and from him.

The next day, you carried out your diligent duties in leading Bible study for the younger age group. Walking in, you immediately became aware of the stark emptiness inside; no one was around, yet the candles were lit. Making your way down the aisle, you looked around and peeked between the benches, only to find that the main hall was just as empty. You stood before the holy cross, admiring the small statues and chalices that decorate the platform where the priest conducted his prayer and Biblical lecture, when suddenly a deep voice emerges from behind you. "You're here for Bible study?"

Sharply turning, you set your eyes on Father Ethan. He stood straight and tall, wearing a casual black suit with a white undershirt, partially unbuttoned. "Oh, I'm sorry Father, I didn't know you were here."

"Pay no mind, and no need to apologize." he slyly smiles in response.

Surrendering a faint nod, you smiled sweetly before clearing your throat. "Are the children here?"

"Oh you mean the ones you're leading for the lecture? I'm afraid not, everyone had prior engagements set in stone and couldn't make it."

Stroking his chin, he flares his infamous smirk once more, locking his gaze and finding you heavenly and delectable.

"You know…y/n….your diligence and faith towards God is astonishing."

"It is?"

"Mmhmm…I wonder if there is anything you wouldn't do, all in the name of your love for him."

Your eyes slightly widen as you lean in, enhancing the value of your statement. "There isn't…I would do anything to show my loyalty and to become closer, I intend to be a bride of God."

"You want to be a nun?"

Nodding, you shifted your gaze to the side upon feeling his gaze examining you with intrigue.

"Interesting." Walking towards you, his hand reaches down and gently cups your cheek. Just as he expected, your skin was soft and supple, the strands of your hair grazing against his knuckle felt like silk threads, and you warmed his coldness in an instant. "Hm…pretty."

You were taken aback by his statement, as he displays a devious smile. "No-no…it's okay. I'm not going to hurt you…in fact, I'm here to help you to get closer…"

"Closer to God?" your eyes began to water, yet you couldn't help it, you became curious by his rather bold statement. Chuckling, he bites down on his lower lip and steps back. "You wanna see proof?… You wanna see a miracle…y/n?"

Nodding once more, you watch as he takes one of the empty chalices in his hand and flicks it. The chime of the brass echoes through the main hall and into the massive foyer. Presenting it to you, you gently cradle the cup in both hands and become stunned upon seeing that the chalice was filled with blood-red wine. "I-is….is this?…. How?" You snapped your gaze over to him, curious for an explanation as you were quite sure the chalice was empty a moment ago.

"Are…you an….are you an angel?… Father Ethan?"

"Something like that." tilting his head, he continues to flash his devilish smile before whispering once again, "Something….like that."

Looking down at the chalice, you smile softly. "Can I ask why you're here?"

Playfully rolling his eyes to the side, he shrugs his shoulders before emitting an answer. "Just here to help preach his desire."

"….What is his desire?"

"You really want to know?"

"…..Yes…."

Snapping his hand forward, he snags your wrist and rapidly pulls you close, pressing you chest to chest. "First…." he softly lets out into your ear before he slowly licks the nook of your neck.

"Father! W-what…!"

"Shh….I said…everything is going to be alright…don't you trust me?….If you don't, I guess I can leave and you'll be forever marked in his eye as someone who went against his will…."

Gasping, you desperately voiced out your objection. "No! That's not true! I would do anything for him, even if it meant giving up my happiness. That's how much I love him."

"Huh…that right?" Rolling his tongue, he tilts his head and peers his gaze into yours. "You know what would make him happy?"

"….No…would you tell me?"

"Its easier if I showed you…come here."

Gripping your shoulders, he straightens your posture and squares you up with his frame. He leans in and places a soft and sensual kiss on your neck, stirring a vibrating sense to riddle deep inside your gut. Giving you the thrill of passion, he presses his parted lips against yours and harshly breathes out, coating your skin with the warmth of his exhale. Slowly, his tongue trails through his mouth, feeding its way through your lips and smears his saliva over your tongue and cheek. Your brows furrow in fear and worry, but slowly transitions into delight once you reminded yourself of how Father Ethan was bringing you closer to God, or so he says. No one could blame you, after all, seeing his talent with what he did to the chalice was proof enough that he was not an ordinary person. But what was he exactly?

Your thoughts were interrupted when his grip changes, holding your firmly by your waist while he buries his tongue deeper. As soon as you let out a gasping moan, he takes things a step further by smoothing his palms over every curve of your body. Hesitant, you try to push yourself away, yet his hold on you remained strong and he continues to shower you with the passion of his sinful touch. "Stay close to me, I promise I'll show you heaven."

"O-okay…." you faintly whispered, unable to make any sense of what was going on. You knew that what he was doing was a sin, something your parents had warned you to avoid. However, when he began feeding his hand under the hem of your dress, and smother your neck and chin with his dangerous kisses, you faltered at the sensation, keeping in mind that you were displaying your loyalty to God and his will.

"F-Father Ethan…I…I can't breathe…" you whimper as he forces your head to tilt back, allowing him a wider range to lick and nibble the skin on your throat. "It's okay, I'll fix that in a second." He mumbles.

Turning you around, he was abrupt and rough with his movements, he could tell that you didn't seem to mind, at least it didn't sound like it. Since he started to rub your inner thighs, your pitch sounded more pleasurable and less fearful. Either you were too trusting towards him, or you were melting at the feeling of being ravished by his hands and mouth.

Piercing your entry, you gasped in shock upon realizing that his hand had made its way under your panties, taking advantage of your partially exposed cavity. "Wait! Wh-what are you doing!?" you gasped out, placing your hands on his shoulders as he inserts his fingers, lifting you upwards in the process. "Dont worry…its all in his will, remember?" Father Ethan smirks as he burrows his face into your neck, groaning against your skin. "You wanna be closer to heaven, riiiiight?" Gripping a handfull of your hair, he forcefully tilts your head to the side and bites, "Ah! That hurts!" Resetting your position, he looks down at you under heavy lids, his smirk completley gone but the lust in his eye remains. "Tell you what, if you're good, I'll show you my wings."

You looked up, completely bewildered. "You have…wings?" He nods his head as he pets your hair, it was at that moment you were convinced he really was an angel. Sensing your instant will and obedience, he ignores in confirming the validity of your submission and instead, turns you around while ripping your dress in half. Shredding off your undergarments, you cover yourself as you stood fully nude with his frame pressing against you from behind. "Did you know that you've been lied to all your life?" kissing your back, he leaves a lengthy trail down your spine as he plasters his lips onto your skin.

"W-what do you mean?" You ask in all earnesty, trying to refrain from releasing your desperate moans of pleasure as you relish in the sensation of each kiss. With his lips pressed onto your lower back, he grips the back of your thighs before mumbling against you, giving a slight tickle. "God would never demand that his creations to be so ignorant as to dismiss their instinctive will to learn the life lessons of pleasure, pain, and happiness. It's what humans are meant to do in their short lifespan." Biting down, you felt the sting of his demeanor on the back of your shoulder. "I'm sure he appreciates the spiritual faith in his name, but what good is flesh and blood if not without the practice of tasting, feasting, and desiring the need to touch and be touched."

Counterattacking his resolve, you whimper your words, trying your best to maintain composure. "Flesh and blood is all but a facade, its our will that remains everlasting and true."

Chuckling, you feel his teeth against the back of your neck as he responds in amusement. "Hmph…that right? Well then princess, let's see if we can break that will of yours."

He wastes no time and begins to insert his lengthy shaft into your womanhood. Even though you hadn't given him consent, you weren't resisting to the act, so long as he kept his promise in bringing you closer to God, among other things. True, you wanted to be closer, you wanted to see Father Ethan's wings, and you wanted to enter heaven, but there was also the longing built up within you that desired for him to do more. The feeling of his thickness filling you became the most painful and pleasurable sensation you've ever felt; you nearly questioned how you could have gone so long without experiencing it, when a quick thrust on his part pinched you with sharp pain.

"Ugh….it-it hurts! F-Father Ethan…."

"Call me Heeseung baby." Be breathes out in a low groan.

"He-Heeseung?"

Noting your perfect pronunciation, he showers you with praise as he continues to lick your neck. "Very good. You have a gift of tongues, don't you?"

Fully leaned forward, he coats your back with his chest, sealing his muscle as he stuffs his entire girth in between your wet folds. "Ready to see Heaven?"

You hesitated for a second, but nodded as your body shook vigorously from the immense pressure. "Alrighty then." he smirks, just as he starts his thrusts back up. "Wow…you're fucking perfect, aren't you?"

He starts slow, but picks up the pace as he continues to pump his lengthy cock in and out of your entry. The bulging tip harshly taps against a sweet spot that lays dormant inside of you, something you never knew existed until now. In and out, he steadily increases the pace, the sound of your skin wrapping his, squelching as he thrusts ferociously with the hidden intentions of staining your internal spirit with the darkness of Hell. He goes faster, your body jolts forward as he slams his cock deep inside each time, with his thighs slamming against your own and his groin popping against your derriere. Lost in the whirlpool of erotic pleasure, your moans were interrupted as you felt his fingers crawling up, around your neck, and onto you chin. Tapping his finger against your lips, he lets out an indiscriminate tone and smirks out another one of his chuckles. "Open." Bidding to his demand, you part your lips and watch as he slips his index in and rubs the inside of your cheek. "Good girl…"

Just as you started to question his claims, his voice punctures your thoughts when he asks you, "Can you see them?"

Never losing his momentum, he continues to pump his cock, disrupting the tightness and elasticity of your feminine virtue, jerking your body back and forth from his performance. Confused by his formulation, you were about to bid him to elaborate when suddenly you saw the glowing of spheres surrounding your bodies. Thrusting, your body motions forward and back as he pulls you by the hips, making it nearly impossible for you to admire the majestic beauty of what appeared to be stars, encircling you.

"W-what….ugh!"

"I told you, didn't I?…I'd show you heaven…"

Seeing the evidence of what you could only surmise as divine intervention, you submit fully by extending your arms overhead and plastering your forearms against the wall, spreading your legs even more and allowing him unbarricaded access. Arching your back, you perk your rear cheeks upward, wanting to see and feel more.

"Yeah? Bet you wanna see more, don't you?" he scoffs in between his growls. Nodding, you bend and submit every inch of your will and begged him to do more. "Huh….if only everyone you know could see you right now….what would dear mommy and daddy think if they were to see their precious daughter getting fucked…hmm?" Following his words, he speeds up his thrusts as he firmly grips the center of your throat. "Keep yourself steady baby….you feel so fucking tight like this."

Following his instructions, you keep yourself arched as you feel his thrusts going in deeper and harder. His fingers rubbing the side of your neck as he holds you down, pinning you against the wall while he takes advantage in fully penetrating you. The more he did, the more you saw. Soon the entire hall was filled with the glowing spheres; you watched as they fluttered around and looked too beautiful to be real. They had to be angels; small and delicate cherubs that were enhancing the legitimacy of his claims.

In between your pleading moans, you faintly smile as you felt wholesome in seeing what others could not, all due to giving yourself up to this man. Letting him continue, he delightfully takes you in and punctures your entry for hours, painting your skin blue, purple, and red by his licks and nibbles. He kept going and going, your body became numb and the pleasure wore off, the only thing you could feel at this point was prickling pain and sting, yet each time he sensed your weakened state, he taunted you with his words, teasing as he scoffs them out. "Are you giving up on me? Should I stop?"

You shook your head every single time, maintaining your stance so that you could continue to be closer to your faith, to which he would respond with a chuckle, and a dark decree. "Gonna fucking break you to pieces, girl."

You barely had enough time to process his word's let alone respond, all due to his last and final effort in increasing his speed. "Oh fuck you feel so good…going to make me cum."

With tears staining your cheeks, you shook your head as you helplessely leaned your head against the wall's surface, already having done too much to suddenly stop now, not that he would ever let you. Punching your internal gut, he goes faster, deeper, and harder. Your breasts bounce fiercly as your hair flies forward, your skin tainted red as he drags his nails and digs them in. Reaching your breaking point, a sharp, stabbing sensation pierces your clit as overstimulation takes effect from the constant throbbing of his cock. "Please! No more! I-I cant!"

Your scream was all he needed to hear before he releases, fully submerging his cock deep as he groans into your ear. "My little slut...you feel me turning us into parents?" Filling you, your walls become stained by the creaminess of his seed, the warmth of it all eases you inside and out. When he was finally done, he slowly exits, releasing his grip and letting you drop to the floor. You whimper as you lay weakened, your womanhood destroyed and beaten, and all he did was stand feircly tall as he smiled deviously. Grabbing hold of his cock, he slowly strokes it as he watches you faintly struggle up. "How pretty…I'm going to have fun keeping you all to myself."

Looking up, you tearfully watch as his blackened hair turns purple, his eyes glowed dangerously red, and his lips darken. The white spheres around suddenly turned black, formulating into wild shapes of various demons with jagged teeth and elongated tongues that practically reached the floor. Beyond frightened, you gasped out a series of whimpers as you used your arms to back away, only to meet with the wall behind.

"What?…Scared?" he chuckles, taking his steps closer to you. "Didn't I promise to show you my wings? My pretty...pretty....pretty wife..."

Furrowing your brows, you looked at him mercifully when he abruptly stretches his neck. From left to right, a series of cracks could be heard as he hovers his chin over each shoulder, his lids remained partially shut, revealing the rolling of his eyes towards the back of his head; with a subtle groan, he releases his bat-like wings as they extend high and wide. Covering your mouth, you gasp in horror as you begin to sob hysterically. What have you done? Who was he and just what did you allow him to do to you? The entire afternoon spent with him taking away your purity.

"Y-you're….you're not an angel…." you muttered out, watching as he reopens his eyes and tilts his head. Gazing at you with a smirk that pitied your oblivious state of mind, his eyes drift and takes in the miraculous sight of you from head to toe. He loved how broken and helpless you looked, trapped against the wall as you attempt to cover your breasts and bring your closed legs in. With a pleading tone, you asked with sweet innocence in your voice as your eyes pushed out fresh tears. "A-are you….the Devil?"

Smirking, he takes in a final step and kneels down before you, leaning in for a kiss. Holding your head steady by a fistful of hair, he gently pulls your head back, and whispers before sealing your fate eternally, having special plans in store for when he brings you back home with him, leaving you unfound and forever a mystery in the world you were born into.

With a deep tone, his lips brush against your own as he responds…

"Something like that…"

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deadduvznap · 10 months

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i need some hybrid jay boypussy rn ugh fluffy black cat jay dont ask questions okay but putting him on his hands and knees and sitting behind him and eating him out and his arms cant hold him up and he falls over snuggling his face into the pillows and watching his ears twitch :( and him smacking you with his tail and acting irritated but yk he likes it cus hes shivering and arching his body sm and his ears are wiggling and he reaches his arm back to push you away but he doesnt use his claws and when you pull away he growls at you and gets pissy :3 and fingering him slowly and giving his cunt little kisses nd licks and hed definitely smack you with his tail if you take too long but but but if you tug his tail hed stop cus. i have my reasons. that i wont be saying. and he LOVES being pet omg if yall r having soft sex pets are a must. or if hes sucking you off give him pets.

#atlas speaks #cw hybrids #jay x male reader smut #jay x reader #jay x reader smut #enhypen smut #enhypen x male reader smut #enhypen x male reader

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moriwood · 5 months

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Flavor of the Month — p.js

top!park jongseong x btm!male reader smut 1.5k words

Working at the most exclusive gentlemen’s club in the city, you’ve gotten various influential bachelors lining up each night to have a private show with you. Tonight, you might just be meeting your new favorite client.

includes: jay is the mayor of the city n u suck his cock like the dominant slut that u really are ✨

The decade-old air conditioner whirrs, droplets of refrigerant pooling in a repurposed paint bucket. The stupidly cold and dingy room pricks at your barely-clothed body as you attempt to pose salaciously like the club’s matron told you to do so, but there's not much that you can do when you're sharing the cramped space with others dancing to white noise with awkward fervor.

You play with the waistband of your black mesh briefs, thumbs languidly stretching it around as you wonder who the hell is that man behind the heavily tinted window. You see his silhouette pointing at you, probably whispering something to the matron Heechul with the way he's leaning towards him.

"That one's a new recruit," you hear the muffled voice of Heechul, then a guffaw. They talk more, but the rest’s unintelligible. It takes a few more dull minutes before the man leaves and the door creaks open. The matron Heechul skips — scratch that — hops to you with a gummy smile.

He squeals, “you’ve got someone waiting in the executive suite.”

“Who’s the client?” one of the older performers asks. “Must be a big shot if he doesn't wanna lounge at the front like the rest of 'em.”

Heechul rolls his eyes and harrumphs, “Chitchat later. Our youngest just secured us our wealthiest client tonight." After tousling your hair, he gives your shoulder a friendly pat, accompanied by a hearty cackle. “Make us proud, kid.”

With a cheeky salute to the rest of the men in the room, you grab a bathrobe from the coat hook and make your way to the warmer hallway. A faint red light seeps out the door of the executive suite at the end of the corridor, a mixture between an alluring invitation and a subtle warning.

What meets you inside is a man handsomely dressed in a black suit. He hasn’t noticed you yet, busy unbuttoning his suit. His face is strikingly familiar, as if his image had been plastered on the streets months prior — during a political campaign…

“Mayor Jay?”

Finally, his eyes meet yours; his eyebrows furrowed as he seems to struggle with the buttons of his cuffs. “Shouldn’t you be helping me off my clothes?” he grits, ignoring the fact that you recognized him quite quickly. You smirk, untying your bathrobe and sauntering toward him with an air of nonchalance. His stare locks in on your peeking bulge, beating against the constraint of your skimpy underwear. You help him take his coat off, your hands soon settling on his belt strap.

“First time in a place like this… Sir?” you tease. “I tend to go overboard with the attractive ones so tell me what’s your limit.”

He laughs, “My limit? Don’t boys like you just lie down and stay quiet?”

You wrap your arms around his neck, leaning so close a retort spills from your lips. “You wanna play rough with me?” you sweetly ask. “Wanna fuck me so hard I bleed? Leave me limping so my next clients know how much you fucked me so good?”

An arm envelops your lower back as he pulls you in, a cold calloused hand tickling your warm body and your cock laying flat against his clothed erection. You fall into silence, a gulp escaping. The mayor seems to be intimidatingly well-endowed. “I guess your matron didn’t tell you that I’ve got you for the whole night? You’re only mine tonight.”

Your brain short circuits at the sudden assertion of ownership, hands nervously hovering over his belt in eagerness. But he holds you off, looking around the room, noting a black king-sized bed, a black velvet sofa, and a wine bar with a marble counter. Settling for the sofa behind him, he kicks off his shoes and slips off his socks, sprawling comfortably across the cushions.

“Give me a glass of that,” Jay commands, pointing at the bottle of Belvedere at the side. You oblige, pouring him a healthy amount in an old-fashioned glass as he undoes his long-sleeve shirt. “Now, you drink it,” he directs. You tilt your head in confusion, but you comply, a single sip already burning your throat. “Drink it all,” he adds.

You’re too weak with alcohol to start drinking way before the client, that’s not a good tactic if you want to milk the mayor’s wallet dry. “I don’t think that’s a good idea, Sir—”

“I won’t let you suck my dick until you finish that glass,” he warns you, his hand lazily palming his bulge. Your cock twitches in anticipation, chugging the contents of the glass, some of it spilling over the corner of your lips. You pour yourself another one as some desperate act of establishing dominance over the mayor. “Give it to me, Sir,” you beg, eyes slightly blurring and speech slurring with the two meager glasses. Liquor truly hits hard on an empty stomach, you realize. Or maybe the mayor’s just hitting all the right notes with turning you on.

He beckons you over with a finger, making you crawl towards him. His legs spread wide for you and you finally get to unbuckle him, cheeks nuzzling his crotch. The button and the zipper go next, revealing a glorious masterpiece standing on a thick bush, adorned with thick veins and a leaking head. You grab him from the base, as you inhale his musk. Your cock twitches for the nth time tonight.

“Can you fit it all?” he whispers, sweeping your bangs away to look at you in your eyes. “I’ll try,” you mumble, hand gently stroking him up and down. Jay laughs in response, putting his hands back to his sides. “Try to take control and if you can’t, I’ll just fuck your throat.”

You lick his leaking precum, ending at his tip as you start to suck on his head. His precum tastes sweet and bitter at the same time, reminding you of the cum of a man who smokes cigarettes often. Then you notice the slight smell of smoke mixed in his strong perfume, nothing new with your clients. He shivers from pleasure with an inaudible praise. You suck eagerly as your hands roam his thighs, eventually making him tangle his fingers on your hair.

“You’re such a good boy,” he mumbles, “but you haven’t sucked it all, haven’t you?”

He pushes your head down slowly, tears beginning to spill from the sheer girth and length of his cock. You try to say something in protest, but the vibration of your throat only makes him lean his head back, mouth open and panting like an exhausted athlete. Your nose now lays flat against his pubic hair, and while you weren’t choking, you were struggling to enjoy the experience. Your tongue tries its best to cover the huge expanse, finally withdrawing with his cock fully wet and a string of spit following your tongue.

“Don’t stop,” he begs, hand cradling your face as he stares at you with this new face of desperation. “You’re doing so good, so fucking good.”

You go back to sucking on the head of his dick, this time with your hands stroking the shaft and your best skill, tongue darting across his frenulum. Now, Jay is making a lot of noise, hands clawing at the velvet sofa, a bunch of broken praises and incomprehensible requests falling through deaf ears. You decide you’re still in control, despite the slight inebriation.

It’s beginning to sound all sloppy, precum spilling from his cock like a bottle of lubricant being squeezed. Likewise, you feel yourself spilling through the mesh of your briefs, probably messing up the carpet you were kneeling on. You look up at Jay, and while the poor guy tries to keep his eyesight on you, he’s tilting his head back and gasping in overwhelming pleasure.

“Fuck,” he screams, finally managing to hook his fingers again on your hair and pushing you down. Your hands let go of his cock, your throat now easily slipping the whole length in. “Lap it all up, you fucking slut,” he manages to let out.

You lower down your underwear with your free hand, stroking yourself at the same pace as he pulls and pushes your head on his cock. At an erratic pace. Both of you were about to climax, with the way his cock is throbbing at an abnormal speed and your body tensing up in cold shivers.

“I’m cumming, shit!” he cries, exploding into your mouth. You greedily lap his cum up, swallowing every single drop despite its honestly awful taste. You wish he would’ve cummed in your ass instead, but barely an hour has passed and he promised the whole night for you. You jerk yourself into completion at the same time, squirting cum all over the carpet.

You wipe your mouth with the back of your head as you let go of his cock, both of you breathing rapidly while you stare at each other with still-unresolved lust.

Jay grins as he points again at the bottle of vodka behind you. “Another glass of that and I’ll fuck you in the ass.”

author's note: sry for d inactivity, i jus lov it when exam week suddenly turns into exam month. :') read the very distant sequel here: [Stealing the Spotlight — k.sn + p.js] and stream sweet venom. >:VV

— moriwood. || [My Carrd]

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Him or Me

Minors DNI

Summary: You've been put together for a group project with Heeseung, another one of Jake's friends. Jake is sure Heeseung is plotting to take you away from him, so Jake has to make sure you know where you belong... Notes: Male reader, handjob (Jake rec.), cum swallowing, Jealous Jake, Teasing Heeseung

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The clock was five minutes away from ending class, ticking loudly as it echoed in the silent class. It was another exam for you to do, which you finished almost thirty minutes ago but you had to wait till the end of class for an announcement from your professor.

Next to you, your boyfriend, Jake, was struggling through the last part of the exam. It was a free response, so you knew he’d take a while before deciding to write.

“You might want to write something soon, you’re running out of time,” you whisper to him.

He glared at you knowingly, not trying to get in trouble for talking too loudly.

You played on your phone until the last second of the exam when the alarm went off. The student assistants collected all the papers, Jake was still scribbling the last of his answers before they had to take it from him. Once all the exams were collected, the professor explained our next major assignment. A small interview with another person in the class to understand unique points of view when put in new situations.

Jake beamed with excitement at hearing an easy grade. A simple Q&A with his boyfriend to boost his grades was just what he needed after the exam. But Jake shrank back into his seat when the professor announced they’d already been assigned partners by a personality quiz they’d given on the first day.

“Each of you has been matched with someone you may potentially click with because of your similar personalities. Or, you could be purposefully put with someone who strongly opposes your beliefs too. Make sure to keep things civil and respectful. That’s all.” The professor sent out the email of who’s been put with whom and left the class before anyone could protest about their partners.

Jake searched the list for his name but he found yours first. “Oh! Babe, you’re with…”

You noticed Jake stopped talking. “What is it?”

Jake’s expression darkened with irritation. “It’s… him.”

“Him, who?”

“Him, me, I’m guessing. Right, Jake?” A familiar voice sounded cheerfully behind you.

You looked over your shoulder to see Heeseung standing there. Heeseung had a weird love-hate relationship with Jake. On some things, they’d be the best of friends over. On other topics, it would be impossible to think they’d ever get along.

Heeseung looked you up and down. “Hey, y/n. It’s good to see you,” he winked.

Jake let out a huff of air before packing the rest of his things.

“Oh? Jake, don’t be like that.” Heeseung swung his arm over your shoulder, leaning on you. “It’s not like we’re going to do anything bad, it’s just a project!” He giggled with joy at messing with Jake.

You honestly loved seeing Jake get jealous. Heeseung had a naturally flirty nature to him, so Jake was always on guard with him when it came to you. But he was still your boyfriend, so you had to support Jake, even if he was hard-headed.

“Jake, why don’t we interview at your place? You can sit with us and be there the whole time.” You shrugged off Heeseung’s arm and hugged Jake’s back. “Please?”

Jake took a moment to consider it. And Heeseung chimed in.

“Unless you want him to be at my place?” He smiled devilishly, trying to goad Jake into talking.

Jake took the bait without hesitation. “No! Both of you will meet me at my place.” He turned to you, “You’ll be there an hour before he gets there.” Then turned to Heeseung, “and you’ll leave as soon as you’re done.” Jake huffed again as he took your hand and pulled you along with him out of the classroom as Heeseung let the two of you walk by.

“It’s always a good time talking to you Jake!” He shouted as Jake stormed down the hallway.

Getting to Jake’s house, he was quiet the whole ride over. Jake loved talking to you, even if it was about nothing, he loved getting to hear you speak to him. But you couldn’t think of anything to say while you knew he was in his head, he wouldn’t even hear you anyway

Jake parked at his place, got out of the car, and opened your door for you. Even when angry, Jake could never forget his manners. He unlocked the front door, let you walk in first, and then started making a snack for the two of you.

It was still bothering him, but he was trying to act like it wasn’t.

“Jake. Please talk to me, babe.” You begged.

“What do you wanna talk about?”

“Anything, I just want to hear you.”

“Do you like Heeseung?”

You knew he was going to throw that at you. “No. I don’t. And you know I don’t like it when you imply that I’d leave you for him like that.”

Jake looked at you with wet eyes. “I know… He just gets under my skin without even trying! It’s just so–”

The doorbell rang.

You both looked at each other before he walked to the door to answer it. You followed him to see who was there. Jake opened the door to see Heeseung standing outside.

“What the hell? What are you doing here so early? We just got home.”

Heeseung shrugged. Y/n shares their location with me, so I figured I’d just come over now so we can get to work sooner. Then maybe we could go get some dinner later.

Jake cocked his head to the side and looked at you with a glare.

“Jake, we’re friends. Friends share their locations. Heeseung even has your location.” You complained.

Jake turned his attention to Heeseung again. “He’s not going anywhere with you.”

“I meant, we all go out to dinner,” Heeseung said dryly.

“Whatever, just come in and do the friggin thingy already,” Jake said as he walked away from the door and back into the kitchen.

You let Heesung in and closed the door behind him. You set up an audio recording on your phone and started asking him some of the interview questions you were assigned. Jake stood in the doorway, watching the two of you like a hawk.

Jake eventually started squirming and shuffling. Then sighing loudly. Even tapping his foot. All signs that Jake was ready for Heeseung to wrap it up, but it was ruining your audio recording.

Heeseung must’ve noticed that you were getting irritated because he asked for a quick break. He pushed his chair away from the table and leaned back in it, manspreading widely. “Jakey, why don’t you come sit with us? You can sit on my lap while I answer the questions since you’re going to be a baby about it. Does the baby need to sit on my lap?” Heeseung teased.

Jake made a face and sat down in a chair next to you, dragging it on the floor to make a bunch of noise. He gently took your hand and kissed the back of it before letting you continue with the interview, but he didn’t let go of your hand. Every few answers, you could see Jake roll his eyes or make a face at Heeseung. Eventually, it was getting to be too much of a distraction for Heeseung, as he was starting to tease Jake back.

“Okay, how about we have a bit longer of a break? I gotta talk to Jake for a few.” You pushed Jake out of his seat and made him go into your shared bedroom. You closed and locked the door behind you.

“Jesus, Jake! What am I going to do with you?” You fussed.

“I–” Jake started but stopped himself from giving an excuse. “I’m sorry, I’m not trying to get in the way. He’s just so… him.”

“What makes you think he has something that I’m looking for in a boyfriend that you don’t already have? You have everything I could want.” You stroke his cheek as you come close to him for a soft kiss on his lips.

Jake wrapped his arms around you. He slipped his tongue into the kiss and you gasped as he picked you up. He carried you to the bed and sat down on the bed, letting you rest on his lap. He placed soft kisses on your collarbone before giving bites on your flesh, moving up your neck to your ears. His hands spread your legs and wrapped them around his waist. He started playing with your thighs, slowly crawling up until he got to the waistline of your pants.

You stop him. “Heeseung’s still here, if we do that he’ll hear us.”

Jake frowned. “Does he even matter right now? It’s our time.”

You kissed him again. “We can have that kind of fun tonight, okay? After dinner.” You tried to climb off of Jake, but he wouldn’t let you go.

“You can’t leave me like this…” He looks down at the tent in his pants. “It hurts so bad, I need you.”

“My poor baby,” you cooed at him as your hand rubbed him through his jeans. “We can’t fuck, but I can at least help you, okay?”

Jake nodded as a look of relief spilled across his face from your touch, his hips lifting to rub against your hand.

You climb off him and slide his pants down enough for his cock to spill out into your hands. The throbbing, dripping shaft of him jumped as you touched it. His tip was already leaking like crazy, and you used your fingers to rub over it. Earning moans and twitches of pleasure.

“More,” Jake demanded. “Please…” He corrected himself as he felt you squeeze his cock tightly, warning him to keep his head on.

You moved your hand up and down his cock, his hips automatically moving to meet you. The feeling was already the best for him. He loved feeling touch from you, even just a pat on the head could get him rock hard. You speed up as you see his eyes shut and his face scrunched so cutely.

“T-That’s it, keep going!” He begged.

You took it further; focusing one hand on his tip and the other on his base, working him over completely.

Jake could barely keep still, shaking and his right leg kept twitching. He whimpered to you, “I’m so close, p-please, help me. I don’t want a mess.”

You brought your mouth down to his tip and replaced your hand with it, preparing for him to finish in your mouth. The wet sensations were enough to immediately knock him over, as he shot his cum down your throat with one hand in his hair. The other hand was holding your hand that was still stroking him.

“P-Please, stop!” Jake whined as you milked him completely for another minute. He convulsed and tears threatened his eyes. It was enough to make his eyes roll back and he held in a scream as you got the last drop of him. When you let go of him, he breathlessly thanked you before drifting off into unconsciousness.

You tucked him into bed properly and kissed his forehead. “I’ll be back soon.”

You went back to Heeseung to finish your interview undisturbed. Heeseung asked about where Jake went, sounding kind of sour like he’d known the answer already.

“Jake felt a little tired after we talked. So I let him go to sleep so we could finish. I guess we’ll have to pass on that dinner tonight.” You smiled coyly.

Heeseung smiled and left you alone as he went back home. Letting you get back to your boyfriend who was beginning to stir. Maybe Jake would be ready for round two by now…

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