𓊆박성훈 x fem reader𓊇 💌 incest, dry humping, heavy petting, making out, dirty talking, slight manipulation, non proofread
𓆩♡𓆪 spin-off of sugarglass ₊˚⊹ ᰔ also this ask! thank you so much~ and i hope it's like what you want ;") i tried to make it more fitting for sunghoon's character in the fic!
“you see this number here?” sunghoon said gently, his voice low so it wouldn’t carry outside your bedroom. his slender finger tapped lightly on the exercise book. “yeah, you have to bring it forward when you’re factoring. like this…”
he wrote the next step nearly in his clean handwriting, then slid the pen back to you. his arm brushed yours in the process, warm and familiar. you nodded, cheeks a little warm.
the two of you were sitting side by side at your white study desk, the table lamp casting a warm, quiet glow over the papers and textbooks. it was past 10p.m., and the rest of the house had gone silent.
your parents had probably gone to bed too—leaving just you and your older brother awake. he had offered to help you prepare for your college entrance exam for a scholarship—never making you feel stupid even when you got stuck on the same type of question three times in a row now.
“oh… uh huh,” you murmured, biting your bottom lip in concentration. “so… then i multiply this part?”
“mmhm, exactly.” he smiled softly, the gentle older brother's proud smile that always made you—and everyone else—flutter more than it should. “you’re getting it. see? you’re smarter than you think.”
you tried to keep working, scribbling the next line, but you could feel him watching you instead of the paper. his chair was pulled so close that your shoulders nearly touched. every time you shifted, your knee brushed his under the desk.
a few more minutes passed with quiet explanations—his voice calm and steady as he guided you through the next few questions. but the air between you only thickened.
when you got stuck again, sunghoon leaned in a little closer to point something out. his breath brushed your temple.
“right here,” he murmured, tapping the edge of the ruler against the paper. “you’re overcomplicating it, angel.”
the pet name slipped out so naturally, so softly, that both of you froze for half a second. you slowly turned your head to look at him, and he was already watching you, eyes wide like he hadn’t meant to say it out loud.
a small, shy laugh escaped you, breaking the sudden tension. you dropped your gaze back to the paper.
“i’m never gonna get that spot,” you mumbled, half–joking, half–frustrated.
your older brother chuckled softly. “ha—that’s not true. you’re doing really well. you just need to slow down a bit. i believe in you, hm?”
he gave you an encouraging little nudge with his elbow, gentle as always. you pouted, then nodded and tried the question again, carefully moving the numbers and algebras around the way he showed you.
while you worked, you could feel his eyes on you.
sunghoon’s gaze dropped to your lips. he was staring at the quietly, almost unconsiously—his attention was pulled to them. the way they moved when you concentrated… the way you darted your tongue out to wet the flesh…
his eyes lingered there, dark and yearning and wondering, his usual gentle expression carrying something heavier. he didn’t even realise how obvious it was.
you circled your final answer and looked up at him.
“like this…?” you asked softly.
sunghoon didn’t answer right away. he kept staring at your lips for another second before his eyes slowly lifted to meet yours. the air between you changed, the math completely forgotten for him.
then, almost like he couldn’t hold it in anymore, he whispered—
“can i kiss you?”
his voice was quiet, a little nervous, but full of longing. his hand had moved away from the ruler and now resting near yours on the desk, fingers barely an inch away. he didn’t move closer, didn’t push—just waited, eyes soft and hopeful, heart clearly racing behind that lovely expression.
you blinked at him innocently, heart racing as well, but a tiny secret thrill curled in your tummy. instead of answering right away—you bit your lower lip and looked down at the math paper like you were shy, even though you knew exactly what you were doing.
you let the silence stretch just long enough for his fingers to twitch nervously near yours.
“...but we’re studying, hoonie,” you said softly, voice sweet and a little pouty, glancing up at him through your lashes. “you’re not supposed to want to kiss me now.”
you watched his reaction carefully—the way his breath hitched, the slight guilt flickering across his gentle face. it made something warm bloom in his chest. you shifted a little closer, your knee pressing against his.
“but…” you added, quieter. “if you really want to… i won’t stop you.”
your older brother searched your face, clearly torn between what he knew was right and how badly he wanted this. you tilted your head slightly, giving him that sweet little sister smile you knew he’d always been weak for.
your fingers brushed against his—almost accidental… but not really.
“hm?”
that was all it took.
sunghoon leaned in, one hand coming up to cradle the side of your face so tenderly it almost felt innocent. his thumb brushed your cheek.
you swore to god you thought he was going to be gentle and soft with it—but the second his lips met yours…
sunghoon crashed into you.
the kiss was sudden and hungry, almost desperate. there was no hesitation, no careful testing. one moment his thumb was stroking your cheek, the next his mouth was claiming yours like he’d been starving. a low sound rumbled in his chest as he pressed forward, lips hot and demanding—tilting his head to deepen the kiss instantly.
your eyes widened in surprise before fluttering shut. this wasn’t the soft older brother who patiently explained math to you. this was a hidden yearning breaking loose all at once.
you were reminded of how rough he was when both of you finally broke the line.
“ah,” he moaned softly, lips moving against yours with a hunger that made your head spin, sucking lightly on your bottom lip before sliding his tongue into your mouth without warning. you whimpered into the kiss, fingers instinctively grabbing onto his shirt as he pulled you closer, the study chair creaking under the shift.
you tasted so good it was dizzying. the kiss grew messier, more passionate, his hand still cradling your face but now gripping a little tighter, thumb pressing into your cheek like he needed to feel you were real.
another low groan vibrated against your lips as he angled his head the other way and kissed you even harder, tongue stroking yours in slow, filthy strokes that made heat pool in your tummy.
“hngh—hoonie,” you breathed shakily, pulling back for air, barely an inch away. his lips were flushed and slightly swollen, eyes dark with lust. your breathing ragged, chest rising and falling quickly as you tried to steady yourself.
sunghoon’s hand was still cupping your cheek, thumb trembling slightly against your skin. he looked dazed, like he couldn’t believe this was really happening—that he was kissing his little sister again like this, tongue deep in your mouth just seconds ago.
“yn,” he murmured, licking around his lips. his forehead pressed against yours, eyes fluttering shut for a moment. when he opened them again, his gaze instantly dropped to your wet lips.
“i want more.”
before you could even respond, his hands slid down to your waist. with an eager motion, your older brother pulled you onto his lap. your knees settled on either side of his thighs as he tugged you flush against him, your short pyjama bottoms brushing against his gray sweatpants. the moment you were seated on him, a shaky exhale left his lips.
“angel…”
sunghoon didn’t waste another second. his mouth crashed back onto yours—hungry, wet, deep. one hand stayed on your waist while the other tangled in your hair, pulling you closer as he kissed you like he was losing his mind.
his tongue slid back into your mouth, stroking yours in those filthy strokes again.
you whimpered softly against his lips and started moving your hips without thinking—grinding down against the growing bulge in his sweatpants. the moment you did, sunghoon groaned loudly into your mouth, his grip on your waist tightening.
“yn—baby,” he gasped between kisses, hissing.
you rolled your hips, slower this time, dragging your clothed core right along his hardening cock. the friction made both of you moan. “hah—hoonie, please,” you moaned aloud into his mouth.
even through the layers of fabric, you could feel how hard he was, how desperately your older brother was throbbing under you. sunghoon’s head fell back slightly as you ground down on him, but he quickly pulled you back into another messy kidd, tongues sliding together while you kept moving.
“please what, angel?”
his hand guided your hips, helping you rock against him in a steady rhythm. every roll of your hips made him twitch and throb underneath you. the dry humping grew more intense—slower, heavier grinds that had you both breathing hard and whimpering into each others’ mouths.
you pulled back just enough to look at him with those big, sweet eyes, lips shiny, and voice all soft and breathy.
“want you, want you s’bad,” you murmured innocently, licking your wet lips as you rolled your hips in slow circles that made him hiss. “you’re so hard already—is this because of me?”
your brother let out a broken groan, burying his face in your neck as he bucked up against you, matching your movements.
“yeah… fuck, angel. i’m so hard for you,” sunghoon whispered hotly against your skin, voice rough. “only you do this to me—been trying so hard to be good… but i get so fucking hard it hurts.”
the math trial papers lay long forgotten on the desk, some of them even slipping onto the floor. you kept grinding on his lap, slow and teasing, feeling his cock throb under you with every roll.
you leaned back a little, looking at him with those doey eyes, biting your lip.
“hoonie… i’m worried,” you whispered softly, sounding so innocent. “what if i fail the exam?”
sunghoon listed his head from your neck, eyes dark but still full of that love. he cupped your face with both hands, thumbs stroking your cheeks tenderly even while his cock was anything but.
“my baby’s gonna do so well,” he murmured reassuringly, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead, then your nose, then your lips. “you’re smart. and i’m right here with you, mm? i’ll help you every night.”
he kissed you again, deeper this time, tongues sliding and intertwining together. the kiss turned messy and needy, your soft whimpers mixing with his low groans.
surely you’re going to best—sunghoon’s the smartest person you know, and he’s your brother.
that dna runs through you too.
things escalated quickly.
your hands moved to the hem of your top, starting to pull it up. sunghoon’s breath hitched, eyes locked on your body as his fingers tugged at the waistband of his sweatpants, pusing them down just enough to free his aching cock.
just as you were about to lift your top over your head and he was about to pull you back down onto him—skin to skin—the sound of the door handle turning broke through the room.
“yn?”
both of you froze instantly.
“hey—what are you doing?”
“dad! hoonie’s just teaching me,” you said brightly, gesturing to the math papers like nothing had happened before. “i—i got stuck on some trial questions again, so he’s helping me like always.”
sunghoon cleared his throat, trying his best to sound normal even though his voice was still a little hoarse. he shifted awkwardly in the chair, pressing the cushion harder against his lap.
“yeah… yeah,” he nodded, forcing a small smile. “just tutoring. she’s been working really hard.”
your dad looked between his two children for a second, then let out a soft chuckle.
“aw, don’t stay up too late, okay? it’s already past midnight. you both need sleep—especially you, yn,” he gave sunghoon a nod, reaching out to pat his shoulder. “thanks for helping your sister, hoon.”
“no problem, dad…” sunghoon replied, voice tighter than usual.
your dad gave you both one last look before closing the door again. the second you heard his footsteps fade down the hallway, you let out a shaky breath and turned back to sunghoon.
he was still gripping the edge of the pillow over his lap, breathing hard, cheeks burning red. his eyes met yours.
“that… that was close,” he murmured, sighing, swallowing thickly. his gaze dropped to your lips again, then lower to your chest. canines digging down his bottom lip, your older brother smiled at you innocently. faux.
“can we lock the door now?”
——
in a heartbeat, you scrambled off sunghoon’s lap and back to your own chair, heart hammering like crazy. sunghoon quickly pulled his sweatpants back up, grabbing a cushion and yanking it over his lap to hide the very obvious, raging hard–on straining against the fabric. his face was flushed, lips still red and swollen from your messy kiss.
you too—instantly pulled down your shirt and smoothed it down, wiping your lips using the back of your hand.
do write have any sub jake fanfics.. 😭😭 i cant find any on your blog
you can't find any? i have so many subby/loser jake fics wdym? i mean, i guess idk what "subby" means to you though. It's not actual submissive jake, as in bdsm stuff, but more so just him being shy/bad at sex/or accidentally really good at sex.
> Just loser jake being a certified dumbass for his stupidly hot gf!
> bf!심재윤 × f!reader˖ ࣪ . 🦮 ࿐ ♡ ˚ .
>smut, pwop, p in v,subby loser jake, he gets nervous and starts yapping about random dog facts or soccer stats, kinda pathetic but hot, oral (m), jake’s a simp deluxe edition
>A/N:back to my roots,loser enha, MDNI
No one thought you'll end up with him .Like, Jake Sim? That Jake? The guy who still says “deeznuts” unironically when he tries to joke around, who trips over his own feet in the cafeteria because he’s too busy staring at his phone watching compilations of golden retrievers, who once spent twenty minutes explaining to you why pineapple on pizza is elite while you were literally trying to make out with him.
And yet here you are, in his tiny off campus apartment that smells like vanilla air freshener and boy sweat, straddling his lap while he looks up at you like you hung the damn moon.
His hands are on your thighs, fingers digging into the soft flesh like he’s scared you’ll disappear if he lets go. He’s already flushed, cheeks pink, lips parted, messy brown hair sticking to his forehead. Pathetic in the best way.
“Baby… you sure you wanna do this?” he mumbles, voice cracking a little. “I mean I just got done with practice and I probably smell like grass and..”
You shut him up by grinding down on him slowly, feeling how hard he already is under those gray gym shorts. He lets out this broken little whimper that goes straight to your core.
“Jake.”
“Yeah?”
“Shut up.”
“Okay,” he breathes, nodding fast like the eager dumbass he is.
You lean in to kiss him, messy and wet, tongue sliding against his. He tastes like the strawberry milk he chugged earlier. His hands slide up under your hoodie,his hoodie actually, the one you stole last week,palming at your bare skin like he’s trying to memorize every inch.
He’s always like this. Overwhelmed. Grateful. A little stupid.
You pull back just enough to tug the hoodie off, letting your hair fall around your shoulders. Jake’s eyes go wide, pupils blown. He stares at your tits like he’s never seen them before even though he’s literally sucked marks into them two nights ago.
“Fuck… you’re so hot it’s unfair,” he whines, leaning forward to bury his face between them, kissing and licking like a man starved. “How are you real? Like scientifically? Your body’s insane, I swear I could study you for a whole semester and still fail the test because I’d be too distracted.”
You laugh, threading your fingers through his hair and tugging his head back. “You’re rambling again, puppy.”
His ears go red at the nickname. He loves that shit.
“Sorry, sorry..I just...you’re sitting on my dick right now and I can’t think straight.”
You roll your hips again, dragging your clothed pussy over his hard on. Jake’s head falls back against the couch, mouth open, eyes fluttering. So fucking pretty when he’s losing it.
You slide off his lap and kneel between his legs, tugging his shorts down just enough to free his cock. It slaps against his stomach,pretty pink tip flushed and leaking. Jake makes this embarrassed noise, covering his face with both hands.
“Don’t hide,” you coo, wrapping your fingers around him. “Let me see that face.”
He peeks through his fingers, biting his lip hard when you lean in and lick a stripe up the underside. His thighs tense.
“Shit baby, your mouth like i.. it's insane, I really don’t...”
You take him deeper, hollowing your cheeks, and Jake’s rambling turns into pure gibberish.
“and like, did you know golden retrievers can learn over 200 commands? Not that fuck not that it’s relevant right now but you’re just so good at this and my brain is melting”
You hum around him, swirling your tongue, and his tip,his hips twitch up involuntarily. You pin them down with one hand, working him with the other while you suck. His moans are so pretty breathy and desperate, little curses mixed with your name like a prayer.
You pull off with a wet pop right before he can finish, ignoring his pathetic whine.
“Not yet. I want you inside me.”
Jake nods so fast you’re scared he’ll get whiplash. You stand up, shimmying out of your shorts and panties, and climb back on top. He’s staring like you’re a goddess.
You line him up and sink down slowly, both of you groaning at the stretch. He’s thick, and the way he fills you always makes your toes curl. When you bottom out, Jake’s hands fly to your waist, gripping hard enough to leave marks.
“Oh my god… you’re so warm and tight and i..I’m gonna die. This is how I die. Death by pussy. Tell my mom I loved her..”
You start moving, riding him deep and slow, grinding your clit against his pelvis every time you drop down. Jake’s head is thrown back, eyes half-lidded, mouth slack. He looks drunk on you.
You lean forward, bracing your hands on his chest, and bounce faster. The wet sounds fill the room obscene and filthy. Jake’s trying so hard not to cum too quick, you can tell by the way his abs are clenching and he’s biting the inside of his cheek.
“Jake,” you pant, “look at me.”
He does, eyes glassy. “You’re so fucking hot I can’t ..I don’t know how I pulled you. Everyone at practice keeps asking and I just shrug like ‘idk bro she’s out of my league’ and they think I’m joking but I’m not..”
You clench around him on purpose and he chokes on his words, hips snapping up to meet yours.
“Harder,” you demand.
He flips you suddenly surprising strength from all that soccer pinning you under him on the couch. His hoodie is still half on, sleeves pushed up, sweat dripping down his neck. He looks feral in the softest way.
Jake hooks one of your legs over his shoulder and dives in deep, pace turning sloppy and desperate. Every thrust punches little moans out of you. He’s hitting that spot perfectly, over and over.
“You feel so good fuck, I love you like this. All pretty and taking my dick like you were made for it,” he babbles, voice hoarse. “I’d do anything for you. Buy you anything. Learn how to cook actual food instead of instant ramen. I’d even stop saying rizz if you told me to okay maybe not that one but..”
You laugh breathlessly and pull him down into a kiss, messy and desperate. His hips stutter, losing rhythm as he gets close.
“Cum inside me, Jake.”
His eyes roll back. “Shit yeah? You want that? Want me to fill you up like a loser who doesn’t deserve it?”
You nod, nails digging into his back.
He buries his face in your neck and fucks you harder, chasing it. A few more messy thrusts and he’s gone groaning your name as he spills deep inside you, hips twitching through it. The feeling pushes you over the edge too, clenching around him as you cum with a sharp cry.
For a minute it’s just heavy breathing and the sound of the cheap AC unit rattling.
Jake doesn’t pull out right away. He just stays there, softening inside you, pressing lazy kisses to your collarbone.
“You’re gonna kill me one day,” he mumbles against your skin. “Death by hot girlfriend. Legendary way to go.”
You run your fingers through his damp hair, smiling. “My dumb pup.” he agrees happily, nuzzling closer.
He’s quiet for like… thirty whole seconds a new record before he starts again.
“Hey, random question did you know that”
“Jake.”
“Yeah?”
“Round two in five minutes. Save the dog facts.”
He grins against your neck, already half hard again. “I must've saved homeless kids in my previous life or I'm gods fav.”
Jay leans back on his hands as he spreads his legs wider to accommodate you on his lap. He sits on the edge of the bed, freshly showered smelling like expensive cologne with his hair still damp and chiseled abs glistening from the body oil he put on just a few minutes prior. Is it his fault that you ended up walking in on him with only a towel around his waist?
You’re his best friend’s daughter. You’re about to graduate university. So young that Jay almost feels bad for the lewd acts that have occurred tonight.
You know, except for the fact that he shouldn’t be fucking you.
“I’ll show you how good girls have sex,” Jay had whispered against your mouth. You lust after him. He’s horny over you.
It wasn’t enough for him to lay you on your back. He needed to spread your legs open and take your cute panties off your body. I love your panties, Jay says as he takes the fabric to tie it tightly around the base of his cock in a makeshift cockring. After giving his balls one squeeze and tug, Jay licks and sucks on your pussy like the expert he is.
And now you’re here, riding his dick like your life depends on it. You’ve got your palms braced on his sturdy chest while you jump on him, cock lodging inside your sensitive pussy.
“Daddy!” You moan, throwing your head back in pure pleasure.
“You said you wanted to practice having sex, right?” He mutters. “This is it, baby. We’re having sex. We’re fucking.”
“Yes! We’re fucking!”
“Good girls ride Daddy’s cock until he cums. Do you want me to cum, sweetheart?”
“I want you to cum so bad, Daddy,” you whine, looking down at him as you bite your lip. “I want it all.”
“Make me cum. Practice riding and make my cock fill you up with my semen.”
You ride like you’re bouncing for your sanity, the backs of your thighs slapping against his hot body. You clench and tense up around him like you’re close, too, squeezing his shoulders with your nails as Jay smirks up at you like you’re something he ruined.
“Fuck yourself on my cock,” Jay encourages as he nods slowly. “Just like that. Fuck your pussy over my stick.”
“Fuck, Daddy!”
“Shiiiiiiiit. Daddy’s gonna cum soon. Daddy’s gonna practice giving you a creampie. Creamy pussy. Oh my god, baby, imagining your pussy so white—oh fuck, ‘m cumming in your sexy hole.”
You don’t stop riding, even when beads of cum trickle down his dick. It makes the glide that much easier and you don’t relent, chasing your own high. Jay hears you yelp when he pulls your body down, fucking up into you with so much power and might that you scream against his shoulder and brace the mattress beneath him.
You cum instantly, creaming his dick as he rams it into you like no tomorrow. The wet, disgusting squelch makes Jay clench for a second time. He pulls out just in time to rub the squirts of cum that oozes out of his mushroom tip, coating your pussy with his semen.
“noona,” he pouts, pecking you with kisses all over your face, his boner poking right on your cunt, only the thin layers of both your underwear creating a barrier between the two of you. “are you going to make me beg for it.”
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fem!reader x jungwon, needy jungwon, dry humping, sweaty & hot, noona kink (he would definitely have one), he calls you noona excessively, unprotected sex, missionary position
it’s so hot.
you’re sweating, constricted, almost claustrophobic and blanketed in a layer of heat. you blearily blink your eyes open, adjusting them to the darkness of the room. it's a struggle when only a sliver of light shines through your window from the moon. the window that was also cracked to let in a slight breeze.
you can feel the most heat radiating against your back, it was burning you up like an oven. that’s when you remembered through your drowsy state that your boyfriend slept over tonight. he lay behind you, body tense, sweating copiously, breathing heavily against your neck, making the strands of hair on your nape stick to your skin. he had his arm slung over your waist and was gripping tightly onto your loose shirt, hands shaky.
“wonnie,” you sleepily whisper. you reach up, attempting to unfurl his fist from your clothing and slightly push him over so you can get just a bit of the cool air. he only tightens his hold.
“noona,” he whimpers, tentatively grinding his hips against your ass.
oh.
“relax love,” you say, trying to turn around and give him comfort, but only end up brushing against jungwon’s bulge and he instinctively pushes forward with a groan.
“what’s going on?” you mumble.
“noona,” he whines again, grabbing onto your waist and pulling you closer. he buries his face into your neck, sending a new wave of uncomfortable heat through your body. “w-when i woke up i was already hard and you were pressed against me.”
you sigh, using your hand to instead caress his arm that held you in place. you can’t ignore how aroused jungwon, his dick poking you is a constant reminder of that.
“i need you,” he whispers, slowly grinding against you again with a tiny moan. “i want-“
“junwon, it’s way too hot to do that right now,” you tenderly say, patting his arm, signaling for him to let you go. “you’re literally burning up,” you continue when he holds you even tighter - a protest against you.
“please, i need you,” he tries again, trailing a hand under your shirt and up to cup one of your breasts.
“you don’t need anything,” you reply, a different type of warmth igniting between your legs, but he doesn’t have to know that. “you’re just horny.”
jungwon huffs with a pout. “i can’t help it,” he says, pressing a kiss to your sweaty neck. “you feel so good against me noona.”
“jungwon, i said-“
“please noona,” he breaths, rubbing against your ass intentionally. “let me fuck you.” he finishes, leaning over to bite your ear.
fuck. you try to contain yourself, stopping yourself from flipping him over and using him until he’s begging you to stop, make him regret his words. as much as you want to do it, it’s just too hot and you know he's just trying to egg you on.
“okay,” you reply nonchalantly.
jungwon pauses, “huh?”
“you can fuck me.”
you feel jungwon’s mouth open and close against your ear, struggling to find his words. “really?” he settles on.
before you can speak, he turns you over and parts your legs, putting himself in between them. he leans down, his face so close to yours that you can feel his wet hair strands tickling your forehead. “you’re really going to let me?”
“yes but-“ you feel jungwon snake his way back up your shirt, his damp hands trailing up and down your sides. you thunk him on the forehead softly. “not right now.”
“noona,” he pouts, pecking you with kisses all over your face, his boner poking right against your heat, only the thin layers of both your underwear creating a barrier between the two of you. “are you going to make me beg for it.”
it’s clear that he won’t move unless you push him off, but despite how hot and sweaty you both were, you couldn’t bring yourself to do it. there was a stronger part of you that wants to play this out. the way jungwon is practically begging, excites you.
“we can do just this,” you offer, rolling your hips against his, making jungwon needily moan. “but that’s it, just grinding.”
jungwon eagerly nods, “please.”
you can’t see his face clearly in the semi-dark, but you can bet that his face was deeply flushed, not only from the heat that fills the room, but in arousal. he’s breathing heavily, each pant fanning across your face.
you reach out to lovingly touch his face, the glow of the moon casting a slight shine against it. you weren't surprised to find it was warm. you caress his cheek, jungwon nuzzling into your touch, before sliding your hand up to push his hair back from his sweaty forehead.
jungwon doesn’t move as you map out his face, just holds onto your waist . traveling over his nose, to his jaw, pressing your thumb against his wet bottom lip. your finger coming back moist from him breathing hotly against it.
you wrap an arm around his neck and pull him down into a kiss. jungwon immediately melting into it, all spit and tongue as he hungrily makes out with you. your other hand drags down his bare chest, his abs tensing under your touch as you skim past a nipple.
at the same time, you wrap your legs around his hips and pull him so you were pressed together, no space left between, as you grind up against his throbbing cock. jungwon chokes, hands scrambling to clutch your waist, breaking the kiss to moan into your mouth. “noona,” he whispers, with a breathy voice.
you lean in to kiss him again, taking your time with him this time, despite jungwon’s rising eagerness. he steadily ruts against you as you flick a thumb across his nipple and draw a gasp from him. you circle around the bud, teasing, and jungwon has your hips in an almost bruising hold.
“easy,” you murmur.
jungwon is desperate as he unapologetically whines, his trembling arms, moving from your hips to by your head, barely being able to hold himself up, too wrapped up in pleasure. he’s hot. he’s sweaty. but he can’t stop himself from grinding his aching cock against you.
“noona,” jungwon calls out your name once more, a mantra that he can’t help but repeat.
“yes~” you hum.
“i- i know you said no more than this but-,” he stammers, leaning back and running his hand down your chest to in between your legs. he runs a finger over your underwear, making you shiver, despite it being hot. “you’re clearly turned on too.”
“what are you trying to say,” you ask, raising an eyebrow that jungwon couldn’t see.
“doesn’t that mean you want to fuck me too,” he breaths out. moaning when he slips a hand into your underwear and slides his finger through your wet folds. “hm, noona?”
you chew on your bottom lip to stop yourself from letting a moan slip, shocked at how bold jungwon was being.
“you want to fuck me that bad?” you question, voice strained as he takes his thumb and massages your clit.
“please,” he begs, dipping a finger inside you. the moan you were trying to hide, forcing its way out your throat. “i’ll make you feel so good noona.” you don’t say anything at first, silently grabbing jungwon’s wrist and guiding his hand out of your panties to rest them on the waistband.
“take ‘em off,” you instruct him, to which he happily obliges, sliding them off in record speed. he removes his boxers as well before settling comfortably back in his original position.
“can i,” he pants, massaging the flesh of your sweaty thigh and waiting patiently for you to give him permission. you reach between you both, taking ahold of his cock and aligning it with your entrance, teasing him by dragging the tip through your dripping lips.
“please noona,” he breathily whimpers, body trembling and eyes fluttering as he holds back from pushing into you.
“mm, wanna feel yourself inside me,” you purr, sliding your hand to his hip and pulling him forward.
“yes,” he breaths out, gasping as he slowly sinks into you inch by inch, hands finding solace on your waist.
jungwon was by no means small. he was so thick, that you have to take your time when taking him in, often having to remind jungwon of that. it didn’t bother you too much though, as the feeling of him filling you up was breathtaking every time.
“noona,” he moans, not for the first or last time, as he bottoms out. “you’re so tight noona.” his eyes have rolled back into his head, sucking in his bottom lip as he felt you stretch around his cock.
you hum as jungwon starts to rock his hips in and out, taking his time to feel every inch of you. every push in hitting all the right spots inside you, knocking a choked moan out of you. each motion sending tingles down your spine.
it isn’t until you run a hand up his stomach, that his hips buck roughly into you. he leans down to smash his lips against yours, delving his tongue in to lick around your mouth as he frantically slams his cock into you.
you nip at his bottom lip, making him whimper and drive himself impossibly deeper into you, a loud squelching coming from both of your fluids. the way you were gripping onto his cock so firmly was heavenly to him. every inch of being embraced in your wet and warm heat was bringing him to the edge, and fast.
despite how sweltering it was with you guys fucking like animals, you wrap both your arms around jungwon’s torso to pull him down on top of you.
“noona, it’s so good,” he nearly cries in your ear as he thrusts into you. “y-you’re so tight.”
“you said that already,” you tease, causing jungwon to retaliate with a particularly hard thrust that makes you moan loudly and sink you fingernails into his strong back.
"i love being inside you noona," you can feel him tense under your hands, his thrusts getting sloppier, his orgasm surely getting closer. jungwon could feel the pressure building, his balls tightening as he pumps his cock in you.
“n-noona, im gonna cum,” he announces, as he feverishly fucks you. his hips snap against you, hitting against the deepest part of you over and over again, bringing you to your climax. “i’m gonna cum noona.” he repeats. the sound of skin slapping on skin echoes through the room, mixing with jungwon’s loud moans and groans.
you feel him cum before he can say he’s cumming. continuous spurts of hot cum filling you up deep inside, jungwon grunting, his vision going white, as he weakly thrusts as he cums.
the feeling of him cumming inside send waves of pleasure over you and fuels your own orgasm. jungwon brokenly whining as you clench around him and ride out your high.
jungwon, lays his full, sweaty body against you as he catches his breath. you could feel his heart beating out of his chest and the final twitches of his cock as his cum leaks out of you.
you caress his back gently in comfort, even though you were quite uncomfortable with all the sweat, a deep sigh being heard from jungwon as he gets settled.
“wonnie, we are not falling asleep like this,” you deadpan, tickling his side to make him roll over and you could almost scream with happiness when the cool air from the window hits your skin.
“rude,” is all jungwon says, pouting once again, before falling asleep like he didn’t just wake you up to fuck and making you scoff.
NERDY BF JAKE LETTING YOU RIDE HIM WHILE WEARING HIS GLASSES AND HE WHIMPERS AND IS SO VOCAL MMMMMM
𓂃 good boy
𖦹 𝑏𝑓!𝑗𝑎𝑘𝑒 & 𝑓𝑒𝑚!𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑟 , 𝑠𝑚𝑢𝑡 / 𝑓𝑙𝑢𝑓𝑓 ꫂ
You straddle Jake’s lap on his bed, the room dimly lit by his desk lamp and scattered with comic books and gaming controllers. His glasses sit perched on your nose, the thick black frames sliding down slightly as you grind against his hard cock, already slick with your dripping wetness. Jake looks up at you with wide, needy eyes, his cheeks flushed pink behind those messy brown curls.
“Fuck, baby… you look so hot wearing my glasses,” he whimpers, his voice cracking as you sink down onto him slowly. His thick length stretches your tight pussy open, inch by inch, until he’s buried balls deep inside you. You feel every vein and ridge pulsing against your walls.
You start to ride him, rolling your hips in deep circles, your tits bouncing with every movement. Jake’s hands grip your thighs desperately, fingers digging into your soft flesh as he lets out a shaky moan. “Oh god… yes, just like that. You’re so fucking wet and tight around me. I can feel you squeezing my cock.”
His glasses fog up a little on your face from the heat building between you. You bounce harder, slamming your ass down onto him, the wet slap of skin on skin filling the room along with his vocal whimpers. Jake throws his head back, mouth open as he gasps and moans without shame.
“Shit… you’re gonna make me cum already. Ride me faster, please. I love how your pussy takes all of me,” he whines, his hips bucking up weakly to meet your rhythm. Sweat beads on his forehead, and he looks so fucking nerdy and wrecked beneath you, completely lost in the pleasure.
You lean forward, bracing your hands on his chest, and grind your clit against his pelvis with every downward thrust. His cock hits that perfect spot deep inside you over and over, making your juices coat his balls and drip down his thighs.
Jake’s voice gets louder, breathy and broken. “Ahh… fuck, baby, right there. You’re so good at this. I can’t… “ He reaches up with trembling hands to squeeze your breasts, pinching your nipples as he whimpers again. “Don’t stop. Please don’t stop riding my cock. I’m yours… all yours.”
You pick up the pace, fucking him rougher, your pussy clenching around his throbbing dick. Jake’s eyes roll back, and he starts babbling, completely vocal and desperate. “Yes, yes, yes… oh my god…Fuck, I’m so close already.”
His whimpers turn into full moans as you ride him relentlessly, the glasses slipping further down your nose. Jake’s grip on your hips tightens, and he thrusts up into you with needy jerks. “I’m cumming… fuck, I’m cumming inside you! Don’t stop, please… take it all.”
You feel him explode deep in your pussy, hot thick ropes of cum flooding you as he cries out your name in broken gasps, body shaking underneath you. Even after he finishes, he keeps whimpering softly, oversensitive and still hard as you keep grinding on his spent cock. “I need more of your tight pussy.”
You keep riding Jake hard, your soaked pussy sliding up and down his cock with filthy wet sounds, his cum from the first load already leaking out around his shaft and making everything even messier. His glasses stay perched on your face, slightly crooked now as you bounce. Jake is a whimpering mess beneath you, hands squeezing your ass while he moans loudly.
“Fuck, baby, you’re draining me… I can’t believe how good you feel,” he gasps, voice cracking.
But his hips start bucking up with more force, and suddenly Jake lets out a needy growl. In one quick movement he sits up, wraps his arms around your waist, and flips you over. He pushes you down onto the bed on your back, the mattress bouncing under you. His glasses remain on your face as he crawls over you, breathing heavy and eyes dark with lust behind his messy curls.
You barely have time to catch your breath before Jake kneels between your spread legs, stroking his slick, still-hard cock furiously. He looks down at you with pure desperation, his tip swollen and leaking.
“Look at you…” he whimpers, pumping himself faster. “I need to cum on that pretty face. Can I? Please let me paint you.”
He leans over you, one hand braced beside your head while the other jerks his cock right above your face. His balls tighten as he stares at you through the lenses. “Oh shit… I’m so close. You look so hot right now. Open your mouth, baby. Stick your tongue out for me.”
Jake’s strokes get erratic, his whimpers turning into broken moans. “Fuck, fuck, fuck…”
Thick ropes of hot cum shoot from his cock, splattering across your cheeks, lips, and tongue. Some lands right on the lenses of his glasses, dripping down the frames as he keeps pumping every last drop. He groans loudly, body shaking while he milks himself dry onto you.
“Take it… take all my cum like a good girl,” he moans, voice hoarse.
When he’s finally spent, Jake collapses beside you, chest heaving. He reaches out with a trembling finger, smearing some of his cum across your bottom lip and pushing it into your mouth.
“Swallow for me,” he whispers, still sounding needy. “We’re not done yet… I want to fuck you again after you clean up like that.”
twt links won the poll and this is my treat bc i was gone for 2 months.
heeseung:
cheating on his gf with a girl he met on vacation • THIS • grinding on your pussy • 2 girls ducking his tip • cumming all over your titties • rubbing your clit • teaching you how to ride • sex w plug!hee • doggystyle anal • sucking him off while he games • gaming • fucking you in front of 02z • squirt on his cock in the morning • pussyjob • creampie in the morning • sucking on his balls • rough sex • licking • breeding machine turns into dripping creampies • sending a nude • riding heeseung’s cock • riding creampie
jay:
fucking from behind • Netflix and chill • it’s not cheating if it’s only grinding • riding his dick • sweaty raw fucking • fucking a bubble butt • anal princess • admiring your ass • fucking you in the air • anal pounding • girthy fucking dick • public tittyfuck • MATING PRESS • fingering you • linking up to cheat on his gf • pounding a huge ass • sucking on his huge balls • face sitting • reverse full nelson • late nights • grinding his cock on your ass • size difference • filming vintage porn with him • more mating press • fucking poolside • yes sir, yes daddy • backshots • eating your pussy
jake:
fucking his toy • fucking a fake pussy • filming a porno with jake • sitting on his face • licking your nipples • fucking a hot milf • watching porn with him • blowjob • putting a finger in your asshole • eating from behind • missionary • having an insane grip • sitting on his face • fleshlight play • over the panties • messy wet fucking • breeding you • practicing how to have sex • foursome • drunk on his cock • rubbing his dick on your pussy • missionary watching your big tits • floor fucking • eating and fucking • late night fuck • jake pounding a sex toy • kissing and fingering
sunghoon:
humping his pillow • fucking a sex doll • licking his tip while he fucks your tits • cumming on a rack • fucking huge tits • playing with your tits while he fucks you • EATING • baby making sex • riding his girthy cock • sunghoon using a toy to get off • squirting on his big huge cock • draining his balls • spanking • two girls sucking on his cock • coach!hoon fucking his athletes • really rough sex with personal trainer!hoon • RIDING HIS COCK • having sex in the dorms • learning how to take his huge dick • anal riding • moaning during missionary • fucking your mouth • fucking you while you’re asleep
You and Jungwon wanted to relieve stress so you popped open a bottle of wine. Who could’ve guessed it turned into you 🅹🅴🆁🅺🅸🅽🅶 him off and falling apart under your hands?
follow the enhypen members and their respective partners as they set out to see who can survive a simple, two week sex ban. some fail immediately, some barely survive. but who will last the longest? well, lets see. 😏
mdni. contains suggestive content/smut in some. kinda flufffffy too. could be read as a stand alone or in this particular order. 1.2k words.
heeseung version → jake → jay → niki → sunghoon → jungwon → sunoo
“okay then mr lee. a sex ban. for two weeks.”
“i don’t think it’s that big of a deal babe. it’s just sex,” the man shrugs at your words, unfazed like usual which in turn, only pushed you to want to prove your point more.
what started out as a chill movie night on the couch with your boyfriend, turned into a silly debate after the female lead gave her man a sex ban. you were team “boyfriend won’t last” while heeseung was team “boyfriend will last”.
and after twenty minutes of useless back and forth, you’re now out to prove your man wrong, that even someone as unbothered as him would crack with a sex ban.
the first few days were easy for him, you could tell. he’d go about his usual routine, kiss you, hug you, spoon you in bed to sleep with no further intentions. you had expected a little more reaction when he saw you naked in the shower but the man simply looked at you, kissed your shoulder... then nothing.
heeseung’s self control game was obviously a lot stronger than you had originally thought.
thankfully there was an evident shift in his behaviour on the fifth day. by then you felt his hands lingering more whenever he hugged you, his kisses longer and more passionate compared to the usual sweet, quick pecks. something was happening and it was happening in your favour.
by the end of the week, you noticed him looking at you a certain way. the same look he gave you in the bedroom, that pussy drunk face he has when he’s fucking you into oblivion.
so you play your final move, hoping to finally put an end to this stupid game.
you waited for him to come home from work one night, dressed in one of his massive white tees, with black lacy panties that you knew would be completely visible from underneath. you knew he was weak to the sight of you in his clothes, he had been since day one.
“baby?” you call out as you hear the front door, followed by his footsteps approaching the kitchen, where you were busy cooking up dinner.
“hi babe,” is all the man says, his eyes doing more of the talking than his mouth. he only stops at the entrance much to your dismay, evidently taken back by the sudden view of you. in his clothes.
“how was work?” you’re by his side in seconds, tippy toeing up to kiss his cheeks while making extra sure to unnecessarily rub yourself against him. such a dirty trick but you were determined to win. “must’ve been tiring? you seem... out of it hee.”
you can tell he’s distracted, the delay in his reply being why you believe so. it’s as if he’s not even listening to you at this point, just completely fixated on what’s under your shirt instead. and you don’t even blame the poor man one bit, you were playing dirty after all.
the silence continues between you and him, the air suddenly thick and heavy with how he’s staring down at you. half lidded and entirely focused.
“work was the same. i-” he hesitates for a moment, his hand now slightly hovering over your waist but he doesn’t touch you, “i’m going to wash up.”
he kisses your cheek and your shoulder before disappearing off down the hallway, followed by the sound of the shower running. a frown immediately dawns your face, surprised and partially disappointed by his lack of reaction.
apart of you wants to give up already, knowing that this was just pure stupidity from the start. but at the same time, the thought that you perhaps don’t appeal to your boyfriend much, bothered you a quite a bit.
you don’t say much throughout dinner or even after when you’re both on the couch, watching random shows together. by now you were officially overthinking and overanalysing about the situation that shouldn’t have been a situation in the first place.
“i think i’m gonna head to bed first,” you say and lean over to kiss the man on his cheeks, “don’t stay up too late okay.”
he looks at you as though he’s contemplating over something, like he wants to say something but doesn’t.
you had only gotten to the dim hallway when you’re suddenly spun around by the wrist, your body immediately pushed up against the wall with heeseung now cornering you in. the man’s lips are on yours before you could even question him, kissing you with so much force. it’s a different kind of kiss compared to the ones you’ve shared with him the past few days.
and you’d be lying if you weren’t turned on by this heeseung.
one of his hands is gripping your waist while the other is cupping your cheek, holding you in place so he could deepen the kiss. his lips move so eagerly against yours, dominating over you like he had been starving for days on end. in which this occasion, he has.
“h- heeseung...” you finally manage to mutter once he moves away for some air, his eyes never once leaving yours.
“stop being stupid.”
“what?”
“this was just a bet, remember?” he’s now cupping your face with both of his hands, making sure your attention was entirely on him. and it was, it always is.
the man is more than pleased when you wrap your arms around him, silently urging him to pick you up in which he immediately does. no questions asked. his lips are quickly on yours again as he takes you to the bedroom, where he gently lays you down amongst the soft sheets before comfortably hovering over.
“it has been hell this past week for me.”
“really?” you say almost breathlessly, your fingers now playing with the material of his shirt, “well you were very convincing, i thought maybe you didn’t want me...”
“seriously?” the man smirks into the crook of your neck as he asks, his lips leaving behind a trail of kisses on your skin, “i’m fucking crazy for you.”
you almost stop breathing for a moment, stunned by his sudden confession. being with heeseung for the past year has taught you that he was one to show affection through actions so at times like these, when he used words, you didn’t know how to react...
besides crumbling in his palm.
“this was stupid hee, wasn’t it?”
“it was but you were right. i can not last. not when it’s you.”
it’s like he just knows all the right words to say, everything to get your blood pumping and your panties wet. but then again, you were dating THE lee heeseung so your panties were always wet.
he sucks a little harsher on a particular sensitive spot on your neck to get your attention and hell does it work for him with the way you’re becoming undone already. already moaning, already a mess for the man and he hadn’t done anything more than kiss you.
“heeseung...”
“i want you so bad, i always do,” the man says, his voice an octave lower than usual as he does. his fingers are now grasping onto your bare hips underneath your shirt, pinning you still while he moved down your body... his lips inching closer and closer to where you needed him most.
you fight back a scream when he places a kiss on your inner thigh, the simple move conjuring every possible emotion you had inside. your body feels completely hot, burning to be touched, to be filled, to be satisfied by the love of your life.
your husband barely manages to open the door and you’re already trying to kiss his pretty lips.
“mmm… seungie ‘m so horny,” your drunk-self said, so close to his face. “i know, sweetheart. but i’m not gonna fuck you while you’re drunk, baby.” he says, as he closes the door behind you. guiding you to the couch.
you whine. “nghh, why noooot? ‘m wet, hee. ‘couldn’t stop thinkin’ about you the whole night…” you confess. “i missed you. ‘was havin’ fun with the girls but… i jus’ wanted to get home and ride you…” heeseung laughs. “is that so?” he asks. “uh huh… got me all hot and bothered. you aaalways do.”
“oh baby, you’re gone. let’s get you ready for bed, pretty, come on.” he says, his pearly whites on display, as he guides you to your bedroom’s bathroom.
you pout. “ughh i don’t wanna sleep! i wanna suck your cock!” heseeung’s face turns red—he feels so lucky to be witnessing you in this state, he’s gonna love your face in the morning when you find out all the things you said. “sweetheart, you can’t do that.” he remarked. “oh but i can! you said you like it when i’m messy.” you added, very proud of remembering what he had told you.
he chuckles, opening up the bottle of makeup remover. “princess, no sex for you tonight. tomorrow, when you’re sober and on your right mind, you can do aaall the things you wanna do to me. promise.” he says, as he’s removing the mascara from your tired eyes.
“wait… all the things i wanna do?” you ask, a smile making its way to your lips.
your husband nods. “all the things you wanna do.” he repeats.
“promise?”
“promise.”
you giggle. “…’m gonna peg you! and then i’m gonna riiiide you and you’ll play with my boobs, okay?” you say, buzzing with excitement.
heeseung can’t help but laugh, really laugh. and your drunk brain takes it as a threat. “why are you laughing? ‘m serious!” you protest.
you’re now barefaced, hair still messy from all the dancing with your friends. “and after we do all that, you’re gonna eat me out. oh my god! can you eat me out!?”
he shakes his head, amused. “yes, angel. i’m gonna eat you out all day. tomorrow.” as soon as the words leave his mouth, you’re throwing yourself at him, giving him a thight hug. “yay!! thank youuu, you’re the best boyfriend ever…” you say, letting out a dreamy sigh.
“you know i’m your husband, right baby?” your head turns so fast to see his face, a giddy smile on your mouth. “even better.”
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