[bangtansfavhoe]

차오른 pleasure

⟢ intoxicated in our paradise just for two

There's nothing more precious than time with you

[bangtansfavhoe]

hai everyone 🤍

This isn't related to my usual content, but rather something very personal to me. While I am not black myself, practically all of my closer family is. I was raised around and by black community. The people who took care of me growing up, that being people I shared blood with or just family friends, were black. These were the people who showed me love growing up, sometimes more than my own parents, and the people who shaped me into who I am today.

That being said, the continuous cases of black people, especially women and children, being either missing or killed makes me nothing short of sick. I would say recent, but nothing about racism is. America is 250 years old now, and nearly nothing about this nation's disgusting treatment and abuse towards people of color has changed. You can talk about the case of Xavier Nolan Wells, Cyrus Carmack, Trayvon Martin, Brianna Taylor, Latasha Harlins, or countless other names that go even further back. The cycle of deep rooted racism in American culture has been unending and absolutely tiring.

Racism doesn't just present itself in killings or abductions. It's present in the government's lack of funding, attention, and care towards predominantly black communities and cities. Systemic racism is something that has affected my own family. I watched my cousins finish highschool and be left with no opportunities for their future in the Chicago area. They lived in a mostly black community, which lacked the tools to give them a chance for success and stability. The same people who complain about black crime rates are the ones who allow black areas to be left behind by a government that is supposed to take care of every last one of its citizens.

Seeing the community that fostered me under constant attack is heart breaking. My account isn't the biggest, but I want to be able to use it in some way for a cause that I am passionate about for reasons so personal. I have linked charities that support black communities in various way for anyone who is able and willing to donate to 🤍

Emmett Till Foundation - here

Black Women for Wellness - here

Creative Justice - here

Unprecedented Chicago - here

Black Girls Code - here

Caribbean with Purpose - here

BLM - here

If you're unable to donate, let this be a reminder to always speak out and advocate for those who need it. Never forget to use your voice to stand for people who aren't given the chance nor privilege🤍

[bangtansfavhoe]

hai everyone !

I'm gonna try to make a long story short and say that after some fallout with a friend that liked to replicate the things I do (eye roll), I'm going to be making some changes to my account for purposes of having a space that is more uniquely me and something I can be more proud of

Nothing huge but I'm probably going to change the layout of old and future fics. Some of my older fics may also be archived as I dont really see them as something I'm really proud of. I always want the best for the people who support me so keeping up work I personally see as mediocre on my end irks me 😭

Thank you for what feels like unending love on here!🤍

I will have more fics to come that I can appreciate more on a personal level and feel proud to have out!

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writing info

⟢ i write mainly for enhypen and occasionally bangtan

i am okay to write nsfw as well as sfw. i do write taboo subjects often such as cheating and secret relationships. minors may not interact with my content.

i am not okay with writing content regarding the following subjects: noncon/dubcon (including noncon involving drugs or alcohol) , heavy bdsm , sexual torture , slavery , race play , omorashi (or any type of kink involving waste fluids). i do not personally enjoy content where the reader is heavily mistreated or degraded so i do not write that content.

i am not okay with writing absolutely anything sexual involving persons under the age of 18. this includes flashback/memory scenes that are sexual in nature as well as lowering the age of an adult. certain idols (given that I write outside of banghypen) that are under 18 or just turned that age will not be written. i.e. sakuya, despite being 18 now, was very recently 17.

i am for the freedom of all people, anti war, anti genocide, and anti conservatism. hate, racism, naz!sm, misogyny, homophobia, ect is never ever welcomed to my page. you will be blocked immediately and this is something i am very strict about. the support of hateful groups will also get you blocked.

as always i love hearing your guys ideas and reqs so feel free to comment, dm, or submit ideas for more fics and enjoy my content <3

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[bangtansfavhoe]

LOVE LANGUAGE ✦ 니키

you and your boyfriend find other ways to make up after fights

silent treatment, oral (f receiving), missionary sex, unprotected sex, nipple play, making out, hickies, plot with porn, pretty romancy

It was a chill 3am in your apartment alone. Chill weather wise, other than that it had been an irritating night for you. You and your boyfriend had gotten into a fight over the amount of attention he'd been putting into you (not enough). So you've had him alone delivered for the past 4 hours. This didn't let you sleep at all. The fact that he was left unanswered kept you upset despite you not wanting to answer him. He wasn't spamming you or anything, but he stayed on your mind regardless. Was he mad? Does he know you're ignoring him on purpose? Does he think you're hurt? Is he even awake? Your mind felt cluttered and upset and mad and tired and yet somehow wide awake all at once. Definitely not a pleasant mixture.

You turn in bed again, begging yourself to just fall into rem. The sound of your fan spinning and the rain on the windowsill tapping was consistent and only made you think of Riki more. It was cold. You want him to hold you and wrap you in blanket, run his hands through your hair until the only cold you feel is the occasional grace of his ring against your scalp while he brushes. But another part of you told yourself that he doesn't even deserve the chance. He's had you on delivered for way longer than 4 hours before, something you specifically told him you hated. He's probably not even bothered right now. Probably with his guys doing perfectly fine. But what if he is bothered?? Should I text? You hated how childish these fights made you feel.

You continued to listen into the tapping of the rain, hoping into hypnotize you out of consciousness. Until you hear a raindrop louder than the other ones. Multiple actually. You weren't as awake as before, finally in the state between awake and out of it, so your senses were super clear. Then you heard the tapping again, definitely not rain. It also didn't come from your window, it came from the door. You roll out of bed, not even thinking about what or who it could be. Your groggy mind simply head a door and gave you the elementary task of opening it. When you did make it to the door, it was the sight of Riki that woke you out of this.

You open your mouth to yell the same argument you were aggressively texting him earlier only to be shut up by his gentle shush. His hand found your tense shoulder, squeezing it with a comforting rub that relaxed the muscles in your arm. He walked you back into the house, not with any force or even in a slightly obvious manner, but so casually you barely noticed he was inside. You shut your lips, your body giving up the remaining effort in you to be mad at him. You can feel your eyes weakly tear up as he goes in to hold you. His strong arms around their way around you, the gentle pressure erasing the frustration you felt.

"I know, baby, I know," his voice was smoky, you can tell he was tired too. "I dont deserve you."

You gave in completely to him, letting all your anger solidify into tears that soaked through his tank top. "I'm so awful to my sweet girl." Your hands tightened into fists on his back that you originally wanted to hit him with, but you settled for gripping his top instead. One of his arms squeezed around you in a way that gently let out the bottled emotion in you. The other arm had his hand on the back of your head, the soothing touch making you feel warm and at peace. You hadn't even realized you weren't on the floor, he'd picked you up to keep you at level rather than below him, your legs wrapping around him by default. He kicked the door shut behind him like he owned the place.

His attention didn't leave you for a second, still softly hushing and rocking you. He took you back to the couch, laying you down first then making sure not to lay too much pressure down when he followed atop you. His slender fingers brushed back some stray hairs from your face, and you got a clear look at him for the first time tonight. He looked exhausted, his sharp eyes more weary and heavy-lidded than usual. His usual olive, tan complexion faded to a more pale and washed-out shade. The fight had taken a toll on him, one that shone physically just as it did mentally. Yet that didn't seem to phase him at all, not compared to the way he was bothered by your discomfort. He didn't focus on the way he was three shades lighter than usual or the fact that he hasn't had a blink of sleep all night. Why would he put effort into those invaluable things when he could spend that on you instead?

He went down to plant a kiss on your forehead, one that instantly filled you with relief. His plump lips meeting your skin after what felt like years of depravation from him put you in a deep comfort. It felt like you'd been covered in a blanket of warmth that shielded you from the all the useless fighting that plagued your mind earlier. He let them linger for a moment, one long kiss followed by a shorter peck. He pulled back, a smile finally meeting his face. He wiped a small tear from your cheek that you didn't realize had fallen. "Please don't hate me, baby" he mumbles, his gentle eyes taking in every inch of you. "I'm trying not to" you softly reply.

He burrows his face into your neck like he's trying to hide himself from the reality of how angry you might be. He didn't wanna face it, especially after how much he knew he neglected you. But the thought of you upset and alone made his heart sore, so he'll own up to his actions even if it makes him cringe at himself. He'd been so anxious the hours leading up to this. Being left on delivered didn't help, and he nearly lost it trying to pick between giving you space and throwing himself to his knees in front of you for forgiveness. He expected a barrage of insults and scolds and everything you spewed over text but 10x worse once you saw him in person, so he enjoyed the fact that this wasn't that.

He purred softly, the vibrations low against you. The lack of talk between you two was uncomfy, the rain outside somewhat making up for the silence. You felt his lips pucker to leave a small press to your neck, then another. He wasn't sure if you two were even on "kissing terms", but something in his head prayed that maybe if he kissed you enough it would wash away all the anger in you. Honestly, that would've worked had you been mad at him in the first place. You weren't. Mad at the situation? Yes. Mad at the lack of communication? Even bigger yes. But Riki? Never. Yea maybe you ghosted him for the past few hours or so, but you really didn't know how to solve big issues within your relationship like this. You literally wanted more attention, plain and simple, but writing that on paper sounds way more spoiled and needy than wanting to enjoy a few more dates here and there. What you failed to realize was Riki was more than willing, and what Riki failed to do was prove it.

His lips moved up, tracing a path from your neck to your cheek. The cheek kisses didn't last long before he had his lips woven against yours. You felt as if you could melt at the feeling and drown in his presence. The tension in his body lessened and his shifted more comfortably. Your hand met the back of his neck, something that told him you're enjoying this when words didn't get that across. Despite how often you two fight, you really do think you're perfect for each other. Even when it's too awkward to talk things out, your body language was always in time with his. It's like your minds communicated when your words didn't. Kissing especially seemed to do just the trick. Riki was weak for kisses, and god was he good at it. His fuller lips alone gave him an advantage, and he knew how to move them against yours in a way that fit deliciously instead of that teeth-clashing, eating-each-others'-face-off nonsense he hated.

He pulled back, not far, but enough to give you space to breath. He double checks how you're feeling with his eyes, giving a quick up and down scan before going back in. He knew how easy your relationship would be if you two could just spit out the things in your head, but maybe an easy life wasn't the life for you two. He was fine with this, it still worked at the end of the day. It's not like you two had to be perfect, or that perfect was even this set and consistent definition. You were his whole world, and that's what he loved more than "perfection".

His lips continued against yours, your bodies intertwined. You could feel his heart beating against yours, feel his soft breath on your face. He didn't want to pull back for air, needing every second as close to you as possible. His hands gently carded through your hair, slightly pulling you closer as he did so. Your tongues gently moved against one another. The only thought on your mind was Riki. He was so good at taking away the stress and frustration, even when he's the one who caused it. He presses one last kiss to your mouth before letting his lips roams your face and neck again. Your head tilts to give him more access to your sensitive skin. His eyes were glazed over with want and his demeanor was slipping from detailed and soft to greedy. You keep your hand in his dark locks, partially to egg him on and partially to keep him guided. "Missed you so bad..." he purred against you, his first words to you in a moment. "Wanna make you feel better..."

He kissed and nipped at your collarbone. His hand found yours, locking fingers and brushing his thumb on the back. He parted from your collar to kiss down your wrist, his soft lips on your sensitive pulse making you shudder slightly. He kept his other hand busy with the strap of your flimsy tank, searching your eyes for permission. You sit up to slip it off for him, his hands going to your hips. He pecks all over your neck as a thank you, leaving little purple love bites here and there. "Lay back, baby..." he sets you down onto your back, his hands resting around your waist as his lips start on your chest. He cups one of your soft mounds and eagerly wraps his lips on it. The flick of his tongue on the delicate skin makes you arch off the couch.

He kept his mouth set on your nipple while his free hand toyed with the other, pinching and rubbing. He switches occasionally as to not neglect any part of you. He hums against your chest, sending warm vibrations through your core. His plump lips would keep suction while his tongue swiped against the sensitive area. He pulls off and makes his way down through kisses until his reaches between your legs. By now your body had been doused in the gasoline of his kisses, and his teasing was setting you aflame. He settles between your thighs, his hands gripping either one and brings them apart. You slip off your night shorts and panties at once for him, sitting back to let him take it from there. He's almost taunting, kissing the area around what you need rather than giving into what your body craves. "So soaked.." he murmurs between kisses. You feel his tongue on your thighs, slowly inching towards your wet, puffy lips. Finally he licks a stripe up the middle that makes you readjust for more. He starts with 3 kitten licks before fully diving in. He kept up a nice rhythm: a consistent and not too fast pace, light suction paired with teasing your entrance with his tongue. You repeat his name like a pleasured chant, his presence being the only thing you can think of. No other words leave your mouth before 'Riki' and gasping swears. He targeted your clit, mostly sucking but occupying it with his fingers whenever he moved away from it. He went up and down as he devoured, your legs shaking with him between them. He got you so close to what felt like a promised orgasm before stopping. He rose to his knees, still between you, stripping off his own tank and starting at his pants.

"Spread a little wider pretty thing.." he gets down to his boxers before discarding those too. To think you'd been so mad at him earlier, like his delicious length made up for everything. It stood eagerly as he held it by the base and guided it to your entrance. He let the tip catch onto it teasingly. His brows furrowed in concentration as he slid in, a soft purr leaving his throat. You gasp at the large intrusion, still unable to get over his size despite how much you two get together. This man towered you. His silver chain hung close to your face as he put in the rest of his inches. His breathing was heavy as he bottomed out, staying for a moment to adjust. His eyes catch yours and he smiles. "Feels good?" he lowly asks, to which you nod. You wrap your legs around him as he begins to move, slow strokes at first that get deeper and deeper. You couldn't find the effort to close your dropped jaw with the immense pleasure you were feeling. He was hitting every part of you that itched so badly for him. You tightly gripped onto his strong arm that he held himself up with to the side of you, his other maintained on your waist. He groaned as you squeeze around him, thrusting even deeper to milk the feeling. "So fuckin' good... fuckkk" his eyes closed tightly as he tilts his head back. You felt yourself getting closer with each drill, digging your nails into his biceps. His hips would angle upwards and dug his dick into your sweet spot repeatedly.

He sharply hissed as he felt you come on his dick, keeping up the pace to make it last as long as he could. It didn't take much for his orgasm to follow as well. He buried himself and breathlessly moaned as he emptied himself in your sweet body. He stayed like that for a minute: your bodies tangled and catching breath. After a little cleaning up and more silence between the two of you, you make it to an actual bed instead of the shitty couch you fucked on. He kept you close, spooning you with his arms having you nearly strapped to him. Maybe communication wasn't your thing, but this form of love felt special. A secret, intimate language just between you and Riki.

[bangtansfavhoe]

Happy pride month everyone 🤍

Pride month has always been a bit touchy for me since I am closeted irl , so it's always felt like I'm watching from afar.

I still am very outright supportive of everyone in my community, may they be closeted like me or not 🤍

I hope I can find the courage to be more open about who I am and I pray for a safer world for all queer people.

Gay people matter, QPOC matters, trans people matter, closeted people matter, all human beings matter. Happy pride ⋆˙⟡

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My toes are so curled

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about me .✦ ݁˖ kiki

── .✦ 18 enfp girl multistan unlabeled queer

stan list — enhypen bts cortis illit nct wish ive

my idols ❤︎ niki,sunghoon jungkook james moka sakuya ricky yves beomgyu jaemin wonyoung,rei felix ariana grande megan thee stallion

things i love ⟢ pink victoria's secret charmmy kitty music donuts sleeping tea and coffee shopping monchichi pastries horror movies euphoria sailor moon berkserk ohshc

i love moots but i make them naturally through continuous interaction. i may be slow to write as i am a student and i work but i do try my best to keep up. i promise i am very friendly tho and I love meeting people and interacting with those who enjoy my work <3

[bangtansfavhoe]

REBOUND ✦ 니키

your ex's friend who swipes in after seeing you finally single

unprotected sex, missionary, slight neck biting, taboo subject, jealousy, relationships ending, porn with little plot

It had been a terrible week. A string of fights daily with your boyfriend of 2 years just for him to start off your weekend by dumping you. Instead of a fun Saturday night that you were looking forward to, you spent the evening sobbing.

You boyfriend, now ex, was nothing short of an asshole. But he'd basically been your whole life for 2 years just to pull away without a word. It felt like you literally had those 2 years just put to waste. You weren't ready at all to go back to being alone with a dry text inbox and no new notifications. Until you did actually receive a message. A small part of you had wished it was him, but a bigger part was glad to see it wasn't. It was his closest friend, Riki.

You and Riki semi-knew each other. You would see him come over to game with your boyfriend, sometimes he would spend the night on the couch. They'd play basketball together, box, shooting range. If your boyfriend was with any of his friends it was probably Riki. You two didn't really talk, just exchanging glances and occasionally a 'hey'. So you found it strange he was now consoling you in your dms.

Notification Center

Riki: hey

Riki: u feeling okay?

You two talked for a bit, Riki telling you about how awful he always thought your boyfriend-now-ex was. He talked about always wanting to say something but never going forward cause of the friend and girlfriend boundaries. He cheered you up over the phone, helping you realize your life with your ex really wasn't all that. That's how he ended up coming over.

You two talked on the same couch him and your ex used to hangout on. The distance slowly closed and soon enough you were in his arms, not even thinking about that man anymore. He asked about you, listened and replied, actually seeming to care. While your mind was off your ex, it couldn't pry its attention away from the way Riki's heart was beating against your chest. You couldn't ignore the way you felt a heat in your body, nor the way his hands felt on you. And when you looked him in the eyes, you couldnt help but think about how plump his lips were, how his body language told you he was yours and that you were his too. You two closed the distance further with a press of your lips. You stayed in his arms, holding yourself as close to him as possible. His hands went from your back to gripping your ass, a way that wasn't appropriate for someone who's so close to your ex.

It wasn't about revenge for you. You felt a pure attraction to Riki. He was so charming with such a confident demeanor, and the taboo only excited you further. Was Riki a little bit in it for payback on your ex, just another thing to rub in his face? Maybe. But he'd always eyed you when you were with him. It was something that used to irritate him so much. He'd never experienced jealousy so strong until he had to watch his dull homeboy play around with the most beautiful woman he'd ever seen. And now, he was thanking whatever divine existed for the fact your ex was stupid enough to let you go. He should've known his friend was gonna scoop up.

He brushes some strands of hair from your face as you pull back, his eyes locked onto yours. You two exchanged a look of curiousity, one that wondered about the boundaries being pushed here.

His soft voice filled the room. "You aren't with him anymore. It's not wrong"

You felt so tense you had to look away, like you might explode if you feel the pressure of his eye contact anymore. You look down at his hand, which was gripping your hip with a thumb that drew gentle circles. He goes in and plants kisses on your neck that leave goosebumps in their path.

"It's not like you're cheating or anything" his voice vibrates against your sensitive skin.

You felt vulnerable, just letting Riki take the lead. You didn't say a word. You didn't want to acknowledge what might be wrong about this nor did you want to stop it. Soon his shirt came off. Then yours. Then you lost your bra. His lips moved down to your chest where he teased you with his tongue. You kept a hand in his hair that would tug when the pleasure was too sharp.

The pile of clothing on the floor grew with his pants as he stripped to his boxers. The outline of his excitement was thick and made his underwear look tight. He had you in just your panties, towering over you as you laid back on the couch. His height made you feel so small, the exposure making soaked until your panty fabric was nearly see through. He caressed up and down your inner thigh, not quite the area that was begging for his touch but still a patch of sensitive nerves. Your hips twitched for him.

"He must've been terrible at it, hm?" he purred, his thumb hooking into your waistband to pull it down. He eyed the puffy flesh, seeing his much it drooled for him and the mess it left in your underwear. He tossed them and shoved down his own.

Big was an understatement. You remotely didn't feel ready to take his dick. It was long and thick, so hard that its veins protruded visibly. He kneeled onto the couch in front of you, still so much taller than you even when his height was reduced. His Chrome necklace hung just above your face, further establishing his presence near you. He pulled you closer to him by your thighs, his length resting against your hot folds. He teased you with its head, running it up and down your slit before catching it onto your entrance.

A mutual gasp left you both when he slid in. The stretch lit your body on fire and made your stomach drop. He rested your legs on his shoulders, opening you wider for him. After a short adjustment, your pussy finally gave way and let him in. He started with a slow roll of his hips that curved up and hit your sweet spot. You physically couldn't close your dropped jaw. He kept a tender eye contact that made everything in you so much more responsive. He slowly increased the pace, never too much or too eager. But even the small increments had you moaning and panting.

He went down on your neck and collarbone, nipping and kissing. He was so attracted to the way it would make you squirm and whine. He kissed the shell of your ear before whispering, "that feels good?" to which you could barely nod a yes. He left soft kisses on your jaw and gently had his hand on your throat, not choking but leaving a small pressure.

You gripped his hair as you felt yourself being edged closer. The continuous pumping of his hips that hits every corner of your gummy walls was too much. He calmly looks you in the eyes as he breaks down your mind. He was solely focused on making you come, not slowly or losing energy. Soft groans and vibrating purrs left his throat, his voice raw with passion. He whispered to you to stop looking away, stop running, follow his lead. The small instruction left you with some order, but the feeling of his cock splitting you in two destroyed that sense of clarity. It was a continuous chase that you knew would end in a devastating orgasm.

Your whole body twitched as his middle and index figures rubbed circles on your clit. It took just a few seconds of the added pleasure to send you overboard. Your back arches, his name leaving your tongue in a desperate cry as you clench around him and cream his cock.

His lips part at the sensation, his brows furrowing. His blonde locks stuck to his forehead with sweat. The feeling of your orgasm against him and seeing you feel so good got him off. He thrusts a little harder, chasing his own high. He buries himself whe he gets there, keeping that deep eye contact as he paints your insides.

You were left basically melted, Riki's attention not leaving you. He kisses you after he finishes, holding you and taking in the skin-to-skin. The last five hours with Riki was better than the failed 2 year relationship you had with his best friend, and that was easily the best sex of your life.

[bangtansfavhoe]

LATE NIGHT , LIGHTS OFF ✦ 박성훈

sleepy boyfriend who edges you all night

edging, sleepy sex, idk what to call it but like reader touches herself, soft dom sunghoon, missionary , no condom (dont do it), demand/following orders, small aftercare, creampie

You could feel Sunghoon's chest on your back, the steady rise and fall it made with each breath. He was relaxed on your bed, you in his arms, eyes on the tv. It would've been something casual had his fingers been somewhere appropriate.

They traced your panties, playing around with the sticky and wet fabric, dipping under them. Your sensitive flesh had been teased for hours; he had yet to make any sort of commitment to your poor pussy. Occasionally the pad of his fingers would graze against your clit and make the small bud spark with pleasure only to be let down. He wasn't purposefully being such a bully to your body, simply just too lazy and lost in the show to even notice how hot and bothered you were. He was hard too but when is he not around you anyways.

His middle finger went up and down your soaked slit, the tip catching onto your entrance but never penetrating. His lips stayed slightly parted from focusing on the screen, his breath was warm and gentle on the nape of your neck. You were too shy to turn around and ask him to fuck you, to relieve you of the build up. So you just sat there and hoped the episode would end soon so he would wake up from the blue light trance he's in.

The blanket you two were sharing rose in temperature by the second. Sweat gathered on you back as it was pressed against his hot figure. The air of the room felt like a boiler. You wanted to say something, to maybe whine and tell him how good his fingers felt on your clit or how needy you were. But the silence between you two was so deafening you just stayed shut up. You attempted to stifle your squirms but one woman can only do so much.

You felt his thumb toy with the waistband of your panties, pulling it down slightly. A new sense of hope flushed you as you pray he gives you what you need. His ring finger hovers over your entrance, your hips pulling to it like a subtle magnet. Your almost broke your vow of silence when you felt the pad of his finger dip in. The top knuckle of his digit was fully seated in you, his thumb finding a place over your clit. He still had yet to look at you, but the generosity of providing this much relief was more than enough for you at the moment.

More of the thick digit slid in, your pussy immediately parting for him to make room. It was slow and torturous but it was the most satisfaction he's granted all night. The show wasn't even that good; you wondered how he was so addicted to it that he failed to realize how badly he's been edging his baby. His thumb makes small, barely-there swirls on your nub. One, two, slowly and gently. You didn't even notice how tight you'd had your eyes screwed, opening them to see the episode coming to a close. Finally. After 57 minutes of holding back you could have his attention back on you.

The episode closes and you almost grinned ear to ear with the expectation of how good he was gonna be to you. He'd been playing with your pussy the whole night, gradually building up a heat in you. Maybe he was prepping you on purpose, getting you ready for some hot love making. Instead you feel him retract his fingers and pull your panties back up for you.

He kisses the back of your neck, takes off his glasses and puts them on the nightstand with a "night, baby", flicking the lamp off. He was done? He was just gonna edge you the whole night for the fun of it? Had he no mercy?

You almost felt salty tears front your eyes at the let down. You were throbbing, thighs together tight and panties soaked. You weren't a confrontational person, especially not with Hoon, but you'd never felt so high and dry in your life. You shift on your side to face him, tugging on his shirt. You keep your hand on his biceps, squeezing to try and wake him.

"Hoonie... hoonie wake up..." you mumbled. Your voice was high pitched with need, coming out like a desperate whine. He sleepily throws out his hand as to search for your body, finding your head and patting it. His eyes were still closed and his body was still in a sleep mindset. You keep squeezing, shaking a little, anything to get him up. "Hoonie I'm serious..."

He hums a tired "hm?" but you know anything you said would pass through one ear and out the other when he's basically out. You take his hand from his head, putting it back over your panties where it was before. It goes back to tracing like muscle memory, but you needed him to put effort into it.

You reach over him to flick the light back on. As light fills the small space, his eyes shut tighter and slowly open back up. He sits up, a little disoriented, rubbing his face. "Baby turn it off" he mumbles. You rub his muscular arm comfortingly as a sorry. He was so sleepy you almost felt bad, but he's also the one who kept you pent up all night.

"No hoonie... 'need you so bad" you whine, face buried in the space between his neck and shoulder. His hand finds your back, stroking up and down. He quickly understands what you meant. "You teased me all night" you add, garnering some pity points from him. He fixes his glasses back on to look at your pouty face, this thumb tracing your jawline. He plants a sweet kiss on your forehead.

"I know baby, 'm sorry. Want me, huh?" he coos. You nod in response. He tilts your head up, reaches down and locks his lips to yours. The kiss was deep, a promise, a makeup, an apology of its own. His tongue didn't ravish yours, just sliding in time with it. When he pulls back he plants another on your cheek. "So cute, all frustrated like this. Gonna show me how bad you need it, angel?" Your eyes meet his as he continues. "Yea baby? Gonna play with that pussy for me? Show me what you need me to do?" You nod, laying back for him.

He pulls down your panties again, the cold air hitting your puffy flesh. You were glistening with want. He runs his index up your slit, throwing in some quick stimulation to your clit before pulling back and letting you do the work. He pulls off his shirt as your hands find your own pussy. You slide your middle finger in first, gasping at the stretch. You felt so sensitive that your hand refused to move, too scared to overwhelm yourself.

"Just like that, pretty. Curl it" he groans almost as he palms himself through his briefs. You jolt as your curl your finger in you. His edging left you so touch sensitive. "Baby you'll get what you want when you prove it t'me you want it" he licks his lips. "Middle finger too", despite ordering you and throwing in demands, his voice remained gentle and guiding.

You hesitantly added the second finger, looking straight into his eyes. "Look at you angel,, so good" he praises, his hand going to squeeze your chest over the oversized tee you had on. You squirmed as you desperately buried your fingers deeper. His eyes didnt leave you, the attention turning you on more. "Pull em out baby", you do so. Your fingers were glistening and sticky and your pussy was left throbbing at the emptiness.

He cleans off your fingers for you with his mouth, his tongue against your hand. After, he pulls you in for another deep kiss. You can taste yourself from him as your tongues collide. He moves in, covering your body with his and pressing gentle weight atop you. It was a comforting pressure, one that assured you of his presence. He continues the sweet kiss as he wrestles down his sweats and kicks them aside.

He uses one of his beefy arms for support while the other pulls his cock from his boxers. You hand felt up and down his flexed bicep, his black tee tight around the muscle. You felt small and safe under his frame, like he was one big wall that surrounded you. He ran his weeping head up and down your puffy lips, using the slick as lube. You gasp as he lets it catch onto your entrance, slightly clenching at the anticipation. He pushes past your tightness with ease. The large intrusion made your jaw drop and brows furrow. You clawed at his arm, already panting and sweating. You'd been teased all night; you were even more sensitive than usual and felt everything double. Fortified pleasure did wonders for your body, Hoon knew that.

He rolled his hips and hit those deep spots in you that fingers just can't get to. "F-fuck hoonie!" you cried out. He knows how bad you needed this, continuing his deep thrusts that made you fold and whine. He gently kissed at your ear, his warm breath against it making you shiver. He wasn't wildly moving since he still had a sense of drowsiness over him, but he puts just enough emphasis on the way his hips grind into you that makes up for his lazy positioning.

You claw down his strong arms as you squirm under him and take what he gives you. His lips ravish your neck, nibbling and sucking to leave dark purple dots.

"Hoonie I'm gonna cum!" you plead into his ear. His motions got more passionate the closer you were built up , like he was trying to break you down asap.

"Like that, angel?" he moaned before going right back to kissing up your soft neck. You tug at this hair as a 'yes' falls from your tongue. Your walls clench around him as his thick cock drags you through your orgasm. He buries himself deep and cums in time with you, painting your insides with the sticky substance. He collapses onto you softly, his weight comforting like a blanket. He gently grinds so you can ride it out as much as possible. His face stays in your neck as he catches his breath.

He leaves a creamy mess between your legs and on his member as he pulls out. His hand rubs up and down your inner thigh for comfort.

"That's it baby,, did so good for me" he pants. Your heart fluttered at the praise. He cleaned the two of you up gently, tucking you back in with blanket. He gently kisses your face, not needing to say anything to profess his love. It was shown in the simple things he did. His fingers traced your jaw and gently on your neck over the love marks he left. His gentle attention said more than words could.

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I just wanna be under him with that necklace dangling in my face #ovulating

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Hey so what's been happening on enhablr

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your homeboy finds out you're a virgin, teases you, then quickly fixes that

unprotected sex, virginity taking, minor instruction following??, heavy size kink mentions, size kink, lots of size kink, did I mention size kink

It was just a late night hangout with your hb, laughing and chatting about various things. Then he got into a detailed description of his dating and sex history while you quietly listened. It was a topic you couldn't relate to, you were as virgin as Mary. But out of fear of humiliation, you pretended to relate with nods and 'yea totally's. He rambled on, maybe a few too many details about his dick we're thrown in than you'd prefer but that's fine. Then, he pauses.

"What about you?"

Oh god.

"Hm? Me?"

"Yea like what's your body count?"

Your ears go a little pink as you try to conjure up a lie.

"Oh umm.... fi... err um... I-I can't remember"

One of his eyebrows shoots up in a suspecting manner. Then, a smile cracks across his face.

"Oh my god... there's no way..."

You can already tell he's sniffed you out.

"You're virgin?!"

The pink brushed across your ears now covered your whole face in a much darker shade than before and you quickly jump to defend yourself.

"Am not! I just...." you stammer.

He's laughing his ASS off like anything was funny. Not shit was funny. He's genuinely slapping his knees over it to just to be extra obnoxious.

"I can't believe this! Oh my god that's so rich!"

He wipes a tear and continues, slightly out of breath from hollering so much.

"What the hell were you even doing during highschool if you hadn't been laid yet???"

You give up on even trying to lie. "I just didn't find myself with enough time or enthusiasm to... you know..."

"Oh my god you won't even say the word sex, this is gold!" he starts hyena laughing again.

"I just was too busy during highschool okay?? Not all of us were fine with failing like you were, you moron!"

His laughter dies down into a more calm and playful state. He was profusely curious why you just didn't bang, but you really were telling the truth. You just never found yourself with enough to spare to say 'oh yea lemme go find someone to fuck'. He continues with his annoying questions.

"So like... not even head?? Not fingering???"

You roll your eyes and tell him again and again that you're totally virgin. He seemed genuinely unable to process that you just haven't had sex yet. Then he brings up a different kind of question.

"Soo... when you gonna?"

You didn't have an answer for him. Yea you were much more laid back than your overworked high school self, but you just couldn't find the right man. Every guy was weird, fratty, egotistical to the max, or just plain ugly to you. There just wasn't a great guy. You just wanted someone handsome, someone loyal, someone confident, talkative with nice chemistry, a guy who knows what he's doing and owns it, down to earth and honestly kind of assertive. Then you look at Heeseung.

It was a thought you instantly shook away. I mean you couldn't... right?? He was your best friend for years, you can't do that to your friendship. It would be SO wrong. But he quite literally checked off every criteria on the list. Plus with all the experience... you dreamed about it so hard you hadn't realized you'd been slightly biting your lip.

"Y/n?"

You snap back into consciousness. "Hm?? What?"

"Said when you gonna pop your cherry?"

"Ew Hee. Dont word it like that."

"Want me to do it??"

Your heart drops to your ass. This is a dream right? Your best friend since sophomore year didn't just ask to bone you right??

"Come again...??" you stutter out.

"Well I was just thinking like since you haven't already I can just take your v card so that you can get it over with. You know, friends helping friends kinda stuff"

"Sex is friends stuff now??"

He shrugs. "Just sayin'. Can't be that bad."

You dont even really think about it for too long. "When..." you ask with a small voice.

"Right now if you want, girl"

God he's so smooth.

"'M just nervous about it..."

"Jus' trust me baby. I know how to make you feel good. Gonna make your first time amazing" his voice did all the convincing.

So you end up in his bed, his lips and yours colliding and your tongues fighting. His hands were in all the right places, the lighting just low enough. He was so sexy in everything he did. From his looks to the way he just carried himself. His hands on your hips and his lips against yours put you in some kind of trance, made you feel a way about him you never felt before. He pulls back, his tongue licking up the bit of your saliva off his bottom lip. He looks you up and down as if taking in what he's got to work with.

"You gonna follow my instruction?" his voice was deep and smoky. He wasn't even trying to be kinky, just asking if you're gonna need some guidance. It made you wet nonetheless, and you respond with a nod.

He kisses down your neck, hands rising under your shirt to the sensitive area where your ribs are. Assertive. Just like you've always craved. Who knew it was right there the whole time?

You feel his tongue and teeth occasionally scrape across your neck as his lips trailed. You give him totally control, control to kiss, to guide, undress, move, arrange you. He ditches your top, leaving it on his floor. His hands grope your chest, squeezing and admiring the cute bra you'd had on.

"Fuck, baby... tellin' me you got all this and still didn't get laid?"

Your eyes meet him briefly as a shy smile crosses your face, but you can't even hold eye contact at this point. You were utterly flustered, taken over with attraction. He tosses your bra aside to join the spot with your shirt in the floor. You felt vulnerable under his presence, like you can sense his want for you, his hunger. His lips are quickly at your tits, sucking and kissing one while his fingers work the other. This really was the first time you'd felt something like this, you couldn't help but slip a small whimper.

He was so much bigger than you, not just height but frame wise. It was honestly overwhelming in the hottest way. You can only imagine what's under his pants. He leaves small purple marks on your boobs, his mouth putting in work. He even had technique, spitting and swirling with his tongue. He rises, a string of saliva connecting his lips to your nipple splitting as he does.

"You wet baby?"

His voice was so addicting, the smoothness of it sending pulses of pleasure straight to your pussy. You nod with a pathetic whine, your hips subtly stuttering. He bites his lip seeing you barely able to keep yourself together. He grips his cock through his sweats, the outline undeniable. He was showing off, displaying his delicious size to you.

"You want this?"

Your eyes dart from bulge to his eyes. You nod, only to be denied by him.

"Nuh uh. Words."

"I want it... want it s-so bad..." you were so horny you felt intoxicated.

He flips his shirt off to reveal his toned chest and abs, a dark and trimmed trail of hair leading to his pants that was a contrast from the soft maroon red locks on his head. He moves forward to guide you back onto the bed, his frame completely covering yours from above. His skilled hands slip into your pj shorts, feeling you ruined panties. You were wet to an absurd amount, unable to control your attraction to him. He felt how puffy and soaked it all was, grinning slightly with pride knowing he's the one making you feel this way. His fingers teasingly go up and down your slit over your panties, not giving you the exact friction or relief you need. His name rolls off your tongue in pleads. He pulls his hand out to tug down your shorts. He keeps your soaked underwear on for now, liking the sight of it. He spits on it just to make a further mess, using it to rub your clit. His fingers were so long and thick compared to you, the pad of his pinky would've been enough. He preferred his index and middle.

"You gonna be able to handle me, pretty?" he chuckles breathlessly, tucking some hair behind your ear.

You nod, knowing damn well this is gonna take a good stretch.

"Yea? You gonna take me? Gonna drill you so fuckin' good baby..."

His hands go to the waistband of his sweats as he takes them off. His boxers looked tight in the groin, his huge outline tenting them to an absurd degree. He looks himself up and down, then you, comparing the sizes.

"You got this, yea baby? I'll be gentle... at first..." he crawls back onto the bed, his tone playful.

He slides down your panties, taking in your wetness with a groan. Your pussy was drooling and throbbing, begging for his attention. He tugs down his boxers now, his length hard as steel and standing upright. It slapped against his hard abs as it came out. It was long and thick, prominent veins running up the shaft to his tip that was red with need and weeping precum. The base had more trimmed raven hair that his happy trail teased. Its size looked comical next to you. He puts your legs on his shoulders, putting himself up against you. He lets a glob of saliva run off his tongue onto his cock, stroking it to spread it around. He runs the head up and down your slit, making you gasp.

"Fuck baby... you gonna have to make room for me..."

"I-it'll fit right??" you question.

He looks like he doesn't have an answer. "Yea... you'll... you'll adjust or something..." he lets the tip catch onto your entrance.

He slides in slightly, even the subtle inch he put in already felt like a lot. Just a lot more of those to go. He goes in another two, making you gasp again but this time louder. He groans at the tight and hot feeling. Hes not looking at where you connect, not your tits or your spread legs. His eyes stare directly into yours, his brows furrowed and jaw locked. Another hip roll shoves more of himself in you. He starts moving back and forth now, the slick of your pussy helping him fit.

"Big stretch baby..."

He buries the rest in. A moan is drawn from your throat at the intrusion. You can feel your canal being dilated to let him stay. Your chest rose and fell rapidly, your breath stolen by the helpless noises you made. Little by little he starts to move again, his hips rolling rather than just pounding. The curve of his dick hits every sweet spot inside you. You already knew you weren't gonna make it to the morning.

"Good baby? Likin' your first time?" he asks in between pants.

All you can do is nod and moan. Now you understood why he was so obsessed with hooking up and sex. This felt amazing... like... really good. But you're honestly thinking that maybe it's just him that makes it so good. Heeseung was just good at sex, he knew what he was doing.

He has one foot planted and the other on the bed for a deeper angle. You swear you can feel him in your stomach, his body taking over yours. He entered this consistent rhythm that made you feel amazing. You could feel yourself throbbing around him, pulling him in deeper and deeper like a trap. Your legs twitch on his shoulders, his hand gentle on your ankle. His other hand spread palm down on your tummy and adding small pressure. You barely have the strength to look down at where you two connected. All you could see was a creamy mess between your legs where he was repeatedly thrusting like a machine, his length making a bulge in your tummy. The sight made you pulse harder, squeeze him tighter, give up the effort used in your neck to lift it up and placing your head back against the pillow.

You just mumbled soft 'oh my god's as your eyes scrunched. His hand moves up from your tummy to your chest, his thumb circling your nipple absentmindedly. Your back arches off the bed at the sensitivity.

"Ahn... 'Seungie I can't... 'ts too much..." you softly protest.

He doesn't let up, as if training you to take what he's giving.

"C'mon baby , you got this... doin' so well"

You feel an ever so tightening knot inside you getting closer and closer to snapping. Goosebumps grew across your body, feeling hot and cold at the same time. You put a weak hand against his lower abs, not putting in any honest effort. He swats it away like nothing. The feeling continues to build and Hee won't let you stop it.

"Look at me, baby. In the eyes."

Your eyes shoot up to his at his command. Just the connection like this made your resolve crumble. Your jaw dropped at this feeling in you, the feeling of that knot unwinding.

"Mhm, make a mess on this dick baby" he grunts.

And make a mess you do. You squeeze him tightly like your body wants him buried. Your toes curl and you're unable to stay quiet. He continues to look at you, his eyes filled with that same expression of power. Power he had over you. You're limp on the sheets as he continues, him chasing his own orgasm now. Your overstimulated pussy stayed clenched tight around him. Small hiccups left your body and you felt completely cock drunk. You can see him start to sweat a little more now, his abs flexing harder. "Fuck... gonna make me cum..." he moans, his head falling back. His breathing gets heavier and his movements more eractic. With a grunt he buries himself halfway, spurting out his seed. He thrusts a few more times before pulling out and letting the liquid ooze.

He's panting and struggling to catch his breath, yet somehow finds the energy to still be a dick.

"Oh yea I forgot to mention condoms are probably important"

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