Shy jake jerking it alone while hearing you get fucked by hee PLEASE. 😞
We shouldn't.
idol!Heeseung × fem!reader, ft. Idol!Jake
DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT
content warnings: DUBCON, reader was convinced (forcefully?) by hee, voyeurism, semi-public sex(?), unprotected sex, creampie, masturbation (m!receiving), Jake is a perv, making out
Don't like it? Don't read it. Seriously. Nobody is forcing you to read this.
MDNI
word count: 1,173, not proofread
likes, reblogs, and feedback would be appreciated!!
DISCLAIMER:
I am not responsible for the content you consume. Content warnings are listed above (I may have missed something), please read thoroughly so you know what to expect. This is very, very dark, and I do NOT condone these things happening in real life. THIS IS A FANFICTION, WHICH MEANS IT DOES NOT DEPICT HOW HEESEUNG AND JAKE ARE IN REAL LIFE.
ฅᨐฅ note: will I double update today? 👀 I kind of hate this (hope you'll like it tho!!) might've gone overboard with this lmao
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"Stop squirming," Heeseung hissed into your ear, pressing his knee onto your lower back. "Don't make this harder than it needs to be, baby."
You couldn't help but squirm underneath him—sure, you were horny, but you didn't want to get fucked in their dorms where anyone could hear.
"Heeseung, we shouldn't." You tried to grab at him, reaching blindly for anything, anything you could hold. Heeseung retaliated by grabbing your hands and pinning them down to his bed, lacing his fingers with yours.
"Baby, c'mon," Heeseung grunted. "You and I know you want this, and it's been so fucking long, what the fuck is your problem?" The moment Heeseung pulled away a bit, you froze, turning your head to meet his eyes. He still had his knee pressed to your lower back, but he had let go of your hands. He was speaking with that serious tone he rarely used with you, and he had that look in his eyes: the one that said 'don't piss me off right now'.
"Jake's around," You mumbled, staying still beneath him to not anger him more. Heeseung sighed at your words, fighting an incredulous laugh. "You've sucked me off while he was in the same room once."
"He was asleep!" You argued, wincing at the words coming out of your mouth. It wasn't a strong argument, but Jake is a deep sleeper, and there was no way he would've caught you and Heeseung in the act at that moment. "And you're quiet." You added weakly, seeing Heeseung tilt his head and raise a brow in your peripheral vision.
"So you're saying you're loud?" Heeseung smiled, amused at your pathetic arguments. "You're saying you can't be quiet? You can't keep your pretty moans in?" His words made your face flush with embarrassment.
"Don't worry, baby. Jake's asleep right now." Heeseung knew Jake wasn't asleep, but you didn't need to know that. He wasn't about to wait for night to fall before he finally got to bury his aching cock into your pussy, he's waited long enough.
"You sure?" You asked nervously, knowing Heeseung had the habit of lying to get his way. Heeseung didn't answer right away, repositioning you both so you were on your back and he was on top with your legs wrapped around him.
"I'm sure, babe. Don't you trust me?" There it is, the words (and the pout) that always managed to convince you to bend to his will.
"I... I trust you." You hesitantly nodded, letting Heeseung push your panties to the side so he could enter you.
Heeseung didn't tell you about the door not being fully closed, what you didn't know wouldn't hurt you. And besides, Jake knows how to mind his business.
See, that's what Heeseung thought. Jake has always been this shy, almost cutesy, person. When you get to know him, you would never think he was capable of doing such filthy things, especially not jerking off to his band member fucking his girlfriend while his ear is pressed to the wall that separates his and Heeseung's room.
Jake knew very well why Heeseug brought you to their dorm; they've been away for so long due to their world tour, and it was too risky for Hee to go to your place. As a man himself, he knew Heeseung had needs that he was unable to fully satisfy without you by his side when they were away from home.
It didn't surprise him when Heeseung immediately dragged you over to his room, not even letting you say hi to Jake. It didn't take long for Jake to run into his room as well, pants off, lotion in hand, and ears alert for any sound you and Heeseung might make.
Heeseung's pace turned animalistic in no time, squelching noises of your fluids being displaced by his cock ramming into you echoed throughout the room (yes, Jake could hear it). Your boyfriend has your hands pinned beside your head, interlacing his fingers with yours in an attempt to stop himself from groping (slapping) you. Heeseung grunted into your mouth, keeping his lips on yours to contain the sounds you were desperate to let out.
"You know, baby?" Grunt. "I'm beginning to think you want Jake to hear." Heeseung licked your lips before biting your bottom lip and sucking it into his mouth. He could feel you shaking your head, smiling into your mouth as your moans gradually got louder.
Jake could hear everything through the walls. The squelching, Heeseung's grunts, the poorly contained moans you let out, fuck, he could even hear the bed creaking. He listened well, fucking his hand at the same pace Heeseung was fucking you. Jake wasn't any better at staying quiet, a few whines slipping out of him here and there, but there was no way either you or Heeseung could hear him over the noise you were creating on your own.
Heeseung's thrusts never slowed; he leaned away from you the moment he felt your walls spasming. You're close. He simply watched from above as you tried to reach for him, wanting him—needing him—to ground you from the high you were about to embark on. You watched your boyfriend smile as he leaned further back, only your nails reaching the skin of his bare chest, scratching him. You grabbed at the bedsheets instead, well, tried to. They were placed on the mattress meticulously, and you couldn't even tug it off the mattress enough to grab a fistful.
So instead, you squeezed your breasts, Heeseung smiling upon seeing your actions. His smile was wiped off his face the moment you tightened on his cock, reaching your orgasm before him. Neither of you managed to keep one particular moan of yours from leaving your mouth, the sound high-pitched and pornographic.
Jake bit his fist to stop himself from moaning out loud and risk getting caught listening in on you and Heeseung, his eyes were clamped shut as his hand fisted his cock faster. Some moans did slip out of Jake's lips, but they were pathetically quiet. Though he let himself moan louder when he realized his moans and Heeseung's grunting—along with the sounds of skin slapping on skin—were synchronized, and that Heeseung's sounds would mask Jake's.
With a few more thrusts—and fisting—Heeseung and Jake climaxed at the exact same time, unknowingly. Jake whined loudly, while Heeseung growled like a feral animal, the latter keeping his pelvis pressed to yours.
Jake's cum leaked out of his tip, almost like a fountain, some of his cum reaching up to his chin. He tugged at his cock until no more cum spurted out, his other hand brushing his hair back as he thought of what had just happened, what he'd just done.
Heeseung pressed his lips to yours in a silent thank you, while you stayed stunned in silence. Your boyfriend waited for a minute to pass before slowly pulling out of you, watching his cum run out of your swollen folds.
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ฅᨐฅ note: I feel like some parts are repetitive 😭 (I gotta stop overanalyzing my work). I also wrote a different version of this, but it felt like I went off path, so I rewrote it.
dude it's just politics, it doesn't matter. all it does is shape every single aspect of the society you live in from the second you are born until forever
i do not support all engenes. some of you getting excited at these tour dates just tells me exactly what y’all are thinking.
1) “this is their last concert before they disband!”
and tell me why that is.. tell me why do you think they’re not going to renew their contracts? don’t you think it’s because of the mistreatment and constant shit belift’s putting them through—it’s no one’s fault but the companies and now when it’s on us to say something, we fall right into their trap.
you guys make no fucking sense omfg
2) “boycotting won’t do anything meaningful”
so we should just empty our wallets at belift’s beck and call? just because you’re negative and believe that ot7 engene’s efforts are useless, you see no problem in handing money over to belift???? please.
3) “i want to support the remaining members”
funding their overworked schedule and lack of proper rest is not called supporting them. all your money goes directly to the company that wants to milk them for all they have.
it’s like you guys don’t remember fate plus at all. how won said they felt like they were going to DIE, jake literally GRIMACING on stage with tears down his face. not to mention riki not being able to see his family, and many other incidents that i don’t mention. imagine what the fuck is going on behind the cameras, thanks to YOUR money and YOUR financial support.
what more will it take for you all to see that this company is evil? will someone have to die? collapse? get severely injured? because even if that happened tomorrow, i bet y’all will be talking about “when will belift release more tour stops”. you guys have no spine and it sickens me.
unfollow me if you’re going to that fucking tour. i genuinely cannot believe some of my mutuals think that is okay or acceptable. i understand that belift will continue mistreating their idols regardless if you give them money or not, but do you really think that it matters?
this isn’t even just about kpop. if you’re so excited to give money to an inhumane company like BELIFT, you don’t deserve to say you’re an engene. you only see enhypen as tools for your entertainment, and as long as you get your money’s worth, it’s fine right? as long as they sing and dance for you, it’s okay!
the anon who requested the condom shopping with jay inspired me for this >> jay x reader where this time reader begs jay to go raw,,, like desperately. and jay being the loving bf listens to her?
this was the request that started it all... thank you for keeping it alive
warnings: p in v, unprotected sex (duh), creampie, praise, swearing, use of petnames
the bedroom is dim, just the soft glow of the bedside lamp spilling across the sheets. you’re straddling jay’s lap, thighs bracketing his hips, hands braced on his bare chest while his palms rest warm and steady on your waist. you’ve been making out for what feels like forever — slow, deep kisses that keep turning hungrier, clothes long gone, skin pressed to skin. he’s hard against you, aching, but every time things start to tip toward the edge he reaches for the nightstand drawer like it’s muscle memory.
tonight, though, you catch his wrist before his fingers brush the handle.
“wait,” you breathe against his mouth, voice shaky with want. “don’t.”
jay pulls back just enough to look at you, brows knitting. his lips are swollen, eyes dark and searching. “what’s wrong, baby?”
you swallow, heart hammering so loud you’re sure he can feel it where your chests touch. your fingers curl around his wrist, keeping his hand away from the drawer. “i… i don’t want you to get one.”
he blinks, processing. then his thumb brushes your hip in that gentle, automatic way he does when he’s trying to stay calm. “you sure? we’ve always—”
“i know.” you nod quickly, leaning down to kiss the corner of his mouth, then his jaw, soft little presses like you’re trying to convince him with your lips. “i know we always do. but tonight… i want to feel you. just you. no condom. please, jay.”
his breath hitches. he doesn’t move, doesn’t speak right away, just holds your gaze while his hands flex against your skin.
you keep going, words tumbling out now that the dam’s cracked. “i’ve been thinking about it for weeks. how you’d feel inside me, bare. how warm you’d be, how deep. i want to feel every inch of you when you come. want you to fill me up. please.” your voice cracks on the last word, needy and raw. you rock your hips forward just a little, letting your wetness drag along his length, and he groans low in his throat. “i’m on the pill. we’re safe. i just… i need it. need you like that. please, jay, i’m begging you.”
he’s breathing harder now, chest rising and falling under your palms. his eyes flick down to where you’re grinding slow against him, then back up to your face. “baby…”
“please.” you lean in, lips brushing his ear, voice barely a whisper. “i want to feel you come inside me. want to feel it drip out after. want to know it’s you — only you. i’ve never wanted anything this bad.”
a shudder runs through him. his hands slide up your back, fingers digging in just enough to show how much restraint he’s using. “fuck,” he mutters, almost to himself. “you’re killing me.”
“then don’t fight it.” you kiss him again, desperate and open-mouthed, tongue sliding against his while your hips keep moving in slow, teasing circles. “let me have you raw. let me feel everything. please, jay. i’ll be so good for you. i promise.”
he lets out a rough sound — half groan, half laugh — and finally gives in. his hands clamp around your hips, stilling you. “okay,” he rasps. “okay, baby. you win.”
your heart leaps. “really?”
“yeah.” he kisses you hard, one hand sliding up to cradle the back of your neck. “but you tell me if it’s too much. or if anything feels off. promise me.”
“promise,” you whisper, already reaching between your bodies to guide him.
he watches you the whole time — eyes locked on yours as you notch him at your entrance. the first press of him, bare, makes you both gasp. he’s so much hotter like this, velvet-smooth and thick, stretching you open inch by slow inch. there’s no barrier, just skin on skin, and the feeling is overwhelming — intimate in a way you weren’t prepared for.
“fuck,” jay breathes, head tipping back against the headboard. his hands grip your thighs hard enough to bruise. “you feel… god, baby. so fucking warm. so wet.”
you whimper, sinking down further until he’s buried to the hilt. the fullness is different without latex — deeper, more sensitive, every ridge and vein dragging against your walls. you can feel his pulse inside you, thick and steady.
“move,” he grits out. “please, baby. need to feel you.”
you start slow, rolling your hips, savoring every slide. he’s shaking under you, jaw clenched, eyes half-lidded and glassy with how good it feels. his hands roam — over your hips, your waist, up to cup your breasts, thumbs brushing your nipples while he watches you ride him.
“so good,” he murmurs, voice wrecked. “so fucking perfect. look at you — taking me bare like this. like you were made for it.”
the praise makes you clench around him, and he moans loud enough that it echoes. his hips start to meet yours, shallow thrusts at first, then deeper, harder. the wet sound of skin on skin fills the room, obscene and perfect.
“gonna come inside you,” he warns, voice low and rough. “gonna fill you up, baby. just like you wanted.”
“yes,” you gasp, nails digging into his shoulders. “please, jay. want it. want to feel you.”
he flips you suddenly, pinning you beneath him, one hand hitching your thigh higher around his waist so he can sink in even deeper. the angle makes you cry out, back arching off the bed.
“look at me,” he says, forehead pressed to yours. “wanna see your face when i do it.”
you lock eyes, panting, trembling. he fucks into you with slow, deliberate strokes now, grinding deep on every thrust. you can feel him getting thicker, can feel the way he twitches inside you.
“gonna— fuck— gonna come,” he groans. “take it, baby. take all of me.”
his hips stutter, then slam forward one last time. you feel the first hot pulse of him spilling inside you — deep, thick — and it tips you over the edge with him. you clench hard, shaking, moaning his name while he keeps rocking into you, milking every last drop.
he stays buried inside even after, breathing ragged against your neck. his arms wrap around you, holding you close like he’s afraid to let go.
“fuck,” he whispers after a long minute, lips brushing your collarbone. “that was… i’ve never felt anything like that.”
you hum, boneless and sated, fingers threading through his damp hair. “me neither.”
he lifts his head, kissing you soft and slow this time. “you okay?”
“so okay,” you murmur, smiling against his mouth. “thank you.”
jay chuckles quietly, pressing another kiss to your forehead. “don’t thank me. you begged so pretty i couldn’t say no.”
he stays inside you until he softens, until you both feel the slow, warm trickle of him leaking out. only then does he pull back, eyes flicking down to watch the mess he made with something like awe.
“look at that,” he says softly, almost reverent. “look what you did to me.”
you blush, but you don’t look away. “i like it.”
“yeah?” he grins, lazy and satisfied, already reaching for a towel to clean you up. “good. because i have a feeling we’re gonna be doing this a lot more.”
you laugh, pulling him back down for another kiss. “promise?”
he kisses you deeper, hand sliding between your thighs to feel the slick warmth he left behind.
cw: smut, breeding kink, degradation, 69ing some real filthy some real sweet im ngl 2 u ENHA HARD HOURS MDNI 18+
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𝐋𝐞𝐞 𝐇𝐞𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐮𝐧𝐠
It’s quiet.
Too quiet.
Yuri’s finally asleep upstairs, her stuffed bear clutched in one tiny hand. The monitor hums on the kitchen counter. Snow’s falling outside the windows, crackling gently against the fire-warmed glass.
And Heeseung?
He’s looking at you like you’re dessert.
The second you bend down to put your mug in the sink—sweatpants sliding just an inch too low, the back of your tank top riding up—he’s behind you.
His palm presses flat to your lower back. His hips grind into your ass, and you feel him already hard.
“Baby,” he mutters, voice wrecked. “You wanna be a mom again that bad?”
You laugh breathlessly. “She just fell asleep.”
He leans down, lips brushing your ear.
“Then you better keep your mouth shut.”
Your heart stutters. Your thighs clench.
Heeseung grabs your hips, bends you gently over the kitchen counter, and pulls your sweats down just far enough to expose your soaked panties.
“Oh, you’re ready already?” he says, one brow raised. “Just from me watching you do dishes like a good little wife?”
He strokes one finger up the seam of your pussy, still covered.
You squirm. “Please.”
“Please what?”
“Heeseung—”
“No,” he whispers, kissing your spine. “Say it.”
“Please fuck me.”
He slides your panties aside and pushes in slowly—deep—like he’s savoring it.
You gasp, hands braced on the cold counter, the stretch already making your legs shake.
And he starts moving.
Not gentle.
Not rough.
Just… focused.
Possessive.
Like he’s claiming you all over again.
“Look at you,” he groans. “Tight like it’s the first time. Wet like you were made for me. This pussy’s been mine since day one, huh?”
You whimper, trying not to moan too loud.
The baby monitor glows quietly in the corner.
Heeseung sees you glance at it and smirks.
“You scared she’s gonna hear?” he taunts. “Worried our little girl’s gonna wake up and hear mommy getting bred like she asked for it?”
You moan into your arm. Heeseung growls.
“God, you’re so fucking hot when you’re trying to be quiet.”
He grabs your jaw, pulls you up just enough to hiss into your ear:
“You know what gets me off? Seeing you with her. Watching you tuck her in, feed her, kiss her little cheeks like the perfect mother.”
He thrusts harder.
“And knowing that this is what you need when she’s down for a nap. Knowing I fuck you so good, you leak for an hour after.”
You’re shaking. Crying out now.
There’s slick dripping down your thighs, onto the floor. Heeseung grabs your chin, makes you look at your reflection in the microwave.
“Look at yourself,” he growls. “So messy. So fucked out. You want another one? I’ll fill you up right now. Knock you up again while our daughter’s sleeping upstairs.”
You cum so hard your knees give out.
Heeseung holds you up.
“Good girl,” he breathes. “Now hold still.”
He fucks you through it. Doesn’t pull out.
And when you feel it—that rush of heat, his cum spilling inside you—you moan like it’s your own orgasm.
Heeseung pants against your neck, then presses the softest kiss to your temple.
“That’s how you start a family vacation.”
𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐉𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐠
The baby’s asleep. The monitor’s on. You’re freshly showered, wearing nothing but a robe, leaning against the headboard with your legs tucked up beneath you.
Jay walks in slowly, towel around his neck, hair damp from his own shower. You smile at him, lazy and soft. He looks at you like he’s been starving.
“You shouldn’t sit like that,” he murmurs, climbing onto the bed.
“Like what?”
He crawls toward you, eyes locked on the part of your robe that’s come slightly undone.
“Like your pussy isn’t the only thing I’ve thought about all day.”
You laugh, but your breath catches when he kisses your thigh. Just above the knee. Then higher. Then higher.
“I’m serious,” he whispers, lips dragging against your skin. “Ever since you got pregnant… ever since you gave birth…”
His hands slide under the robe. Push your thighs apart gently.
“You taste different. Sweeter. Thicker. Like wine.”
You stare down at him, stunned. Flushed. “Jay—”
But he’s already kissing your pussy like it’s communion.
Slow, reverent. Like he’s praying.
He moans into you, loud, unashamed. His fingers dig into your thighs, pulling you closer. You feel his lips part—his tongue flatten—and then he’s drinking you like he’s been deprived.
“Fuck,” he groans, breaking away for a second. “You taste like something aged in heaven and bottled for sinners.”
You whimper. Try to close your legs.
He growls. “No. You gave me a child. You really think I’m ever gonna stop tasting you?”
He eats you with slow, devastating focus. Not teasing. Not rushed. Just deep, soft, relentless devotion.
You cum once—twice—he doesn’t stop.
Even when your thighs tremble, even when your hips jerk up, even when your hand grips his hair like a lifeline.
Jay doesn’t stop until you’re crying.
And when he finally comes up, lips shiny, chin wet, eyes dark?
He kisses your stomach.
The stretch marks.
The curve of your softened belly.
The skin he watched stretch around his baby.
“You taste better now,” he murmurs. “Because you’re mine in every way. And I’m never gonna let you forget it.”
𝐒𝐢𝐦 𝐉𝐚𝐞𝐲𝐮𝐧
He’s been hard all goddamn day.
You’ve been walking around the house in that little tank top, no bra, nipples brushing the fabric every time you breathe. You keep bending over to pick up your son’s toys, bouncing him on your hip like some sweet little housewife. Jake hasn’t had your pussy in a week, and it shows.
Every time you talk to him, his brain short-circuits.
Every time you smile at him, his cock twitches.
Your son Jacob?
Beautiful. Perfect. The light of his life.
Also ruining his sex life.
It’s not your fault. Jake knows that. But he’s still spiraling.
It’s 9:46pm.
The baby’s finally asleep.
You’re barely in the bedroom before he’s on you.
He locks the door. Turns around. And says it—
“Get your ass on the bed before I fuck you against the wall like a rabid dog.”
You blink. “Jake—”
“No. I’ve been jerking off to the memory of your pussy for six fucking days. I came in the goddamn laundry room this morning like a pervert. The second that kid shuts his eyes, I’m in you.”
You’re already backing up. Jake follows, jaw tight, cock fully hard in his sweats.
“You’ve been teasing me all fucking day. Walking around with your tits out like you don’t know what you’re doing. You knew exactly what you were doing.”
He drags your shorts down. Sees your panties. Laughs, mean and low.
“Oh, these are getting ruined. Hope you weren’t attached.”
He kisses you. Rough. Possessive.
Then drops to his knees and spits on your pussy through the fabric.
“Been dreaming about this cunt. Swear to god, baby. You’ve got the kind of pussy that ruins people.”
You’re gasping. Squirming. Already dripping through the cotton.
Jake groans. “Fuck, you’re soaked. You miss this mouth too, huh? Miss being licked until you cry? Look at you—messy and shaking, and I haven’t even pulled the panties off yet.”
He pulls them aside, tongue already out, devouring you like he’s starving.
He’s loud. Sloppy. Mouth wet and wide and relentless.
“Fuck, I forgot how good this tastes. Like candy. Like fucking syrup. Wanna drown in it. Wanna tonguefuck you until you start babbling, baby. Give me that shit.”
You cum in his mouth in under two minutes.
He doesn’t stop.
“You think I’m done? Nah. Not even close. I’m not pulling my mouth off this pussy till your legs stop working.”
“Mamaaaa?”
Both of you freeze.
“Mama, snack please?”
Jake lifts his face from between your thighs, chin soaked. He blinks once.
Then stands up.
Calm. Still. Murderous.
“I’m gonna drop him off at my mom’s.”
You’re panting. “Jake—”
“I swear to fucking god, I love him, but if he interrupts me one more time, I’m going to lose it. I’m on the edge, baby. Your pussy’s dripping, my balls hurt, and my mouth tastes like heaven.”
He pulls his hoodie on. Wipes his face with the sleeve. Grabs his keys.
“Get ready. Because when I get back, I’m going to come in you until you’re stuffed so full you forget your own name.”
He leans down, kisses your pussy one more time.
Smirks.
“Try not to cum without me.”
And walks out the door.
𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐒𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐧
It’s late.
And Sunghoon’s at his limit.
The boys fought all day—chased each other with brooms, cried over identical socks, tried to body slam each other off the fucking couch. He broke up four WWE reenactments, confiscated two folding chairs, and heard the phrase “Spear him!!”more than a Monday Night Raw announcer.
He didn’t even finish his dinner.
Now you’re on your knees, robe slipped off your shoulders, tits swaying as you crawl between his legs with that look in your eye.
He doesn’t speak. Doesn’t smirk. Doesn’t tease.
He just pulls his cock out—already hard—and groans:
“Open your fucking mouth, baby. Daddy needs to forget he’s a parent for ten fucking minutes.”
You moan like you were born for it, lips parting, tongue flat as he feeds it to you inch by inch.
“Goddamn,” he hisses. “That mouth. You’ve been thinking about this all day too, haven’t you? Walking around like my dumb little housewife—cooking for our kids while this tight little throat’s just sitting here. Untouched.”
You gag. Loud. He grins. Dark. Mean.
“That’s it, baby. Fucking slobber on it. I want your spit dripping down to your tits.”
And then—
SLAM. SLAM. SLAM.
“DAAAAAADDDD!!!!!!!”
Sunghoon freezes mid-thrust.
You look up at him—dazed, cock still in your mouth, tears brimming.
He blinks.
Clenches his jaw.
Looks at the door.
“DAD!! JAEWON WON’T TAP OUT—HE’S NOT EVEN SELLING!!”
“HE HIT ME WITH THE PILLOW TOO SOFT!! THAT’S NOT A REAL FINISHER!!”
Sunghoon exhales like he’s in prison.
Stares at you. Then back at the door.
And then he laughs. Quiet. Deranged.
“Let them fight.”
He grabs your head in both hands, forces your face down until you’re choking on his cock again.
“They wanna pretend they’re in the ring?” he growls. “Fine. They can wrestle to the sound of their mother being face-fucked.”
You whimper, throat bulging.
“Yeah. Gag on it, slut. Show me how much you missed this. Bet your pussy’s soaked already.”
You’re dripping. Pathetically.
You can’t breathe, can’t think, can’t move—but Sunghoon doesn’t care.
He keeps fucking into your throat like it owes him something, hips snapping rough, deep, relentless.
“Don’t stop. Don’t even think about stopping. They wanna scream through the door? Let them.”
You moan around him—loud. Shaky.
One of your tits bounces against your stomach with each thrust, and he watches it like he’s hypnotized.
“DAAAAAAD!!! CAN YOU COUNT TO THREE?! JAEHYUN’S PINNING ME AND WON’T GET OFF!!”
Sunghoon barks a laugh, head thrown back.
“Yeah, hold on—let me just finish throatfucking my wife so I can come count to three like a fucking WWE ref.”
You gag so hard tears stream down your cheeks.
“That’s it, baby. God, you look so pretty with my cock shoved down your throat. Bet they’ll shut the fuck up if they hear you choking on daddy’s dick.”
You cum untouched.
Right there on your knees, body shaking, soaked down your thighs—just from the way he talks to you. The way you knowhe’s been waiting all fucking day to use you like this.
Sunghoon feels it.
He pulls you off, cock soaked, saliva clinging in strings to your lips. You’re panting, teary-eyed, flushed.
“You done?” he murmurs. “Or you want me to make them wait while I use your pussy next?”
“DAD. I’M GONNA DO A LADDER MATCH OFF THE STAIRS IF YOU DON’T COME OUT.”
Sunghoon sighs.
Looks down at you.
Smiles.
“Five more minutes. Think you can handle it, mommy?”
𝐊𝐢𝐦 𝐒𝐮𝐧𝐨𝐨
It’s past ten. The house is quiet—finally.
And Sunoo is face down in the mattress, one sock still on, his shirt halfway pulled up his back like he got undressed mid-collapse and gave up.
You close the bedroom door softly. Climb in next to him.
“Long day?”
He groans into the pillow.
“She cried because I gave her the green cup instead of the pink one. Then she screamed when I tried to switch it. She said the bubbles in the bath were ‘too round.’”
You smile, brushing his hair off his forehead.
“And then,” he continues, voice muffled, “she fell asleep on me at six-thirty, woke up ten minutes later, and punched me in the nose. I think she might be feral.”
You laugh softly, kissing his cheek.
He rolls over—barely. One eye open. Face flushed from stress and exhaustion and not getting to touch you for four days straight.
“I need you to ride me,” he whispers.
You blink. “Right now?”
“I literally can’t move.” He stretches his arms out uselessly. “My soul left my body around lunchtime. I need you to do everything. Just use me. Treat me like a toy. I’ll whimper, I swear.”
You bite your lip.
He looks so pretty like this.
Messy. Tired. Desperate.
So you peel off your clothes—slowly, deliberately. He watches through heavy lashes, licking his lips when you tug your panties down.
“Please,” he breathes. “Come sit on it. I’m not even kidding. I think I’ll cry if you don’t.”
You crawl into his lap, straddle him gently, and feel how hard he is already—twitching under the waistband of his boxers. You free him with a soft gasp, stroke him once, twice, then sink down slowly onto his cock.
Sunoo whines.
Like, really whines. Head thrown back, hands twitching against the sheets.
“Oh my god,” he whispers. “You’re so wet. Baby, you’re so fucking wet. And warm. You’re gonna kill me.”
You rock your hips slowly, grinding down, pussy clenching around him with each roll. He’s not moving at all—just laying there, fully at your mercy, biting his lip and moaning so sweetly it makes your toes curl.
“You’re such a good boy,” you murmur, leaning forward to kiss his neck. “Letting me use you like this.”
He whimpers. “You’re gonna make me cry.”
You ride him slow and deep, your tits brushing his chest, his cock hitting just right with every movement. He’s flushed, wrecked, totally silent except for the filthy little sounds leaving his throat.
And when you clench around him hard, he gasps and cries out:
“I’m gonna cum—oh my god—don’t stop, please, baby, I need it so bad—”
You fuck him through it. Harder. Deeper.
He cums with his mouth open, eyes wide, hips twitching under you like he’s about to pass out.
He goes still. Completely still.
Eyes closed. Breathing shallow.
You brush his hair back.
“Sunoo?”
He hums, dazed. “You broke me.”
You laugh, kiss his forehead.
“Do you want water?”
He shakes his head, voice barely audible.
“I want Mirae to sleep till she’s eighteen. Then she can move out.”
𝐘𝐚𝐧𝐠 𝐉𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐰𝐨𝐧
You’ve never hated your own child more than you did tonight.
You love Noa—of course you do—but after ninety minutes of pure hell (a tantrum about socks, three fake pees, one real one, and exactly zero full minutes of sleep), you’re about ready to throw yourself out the window.
Jungwon—freshly showered, soft-eyed, hoodie sleeves pushed up, licking the frosting spoon you didn’t get to finish?
You’re gonna ride his fucking face until he can’t speak.
He walks into the bedroom, hair messy, voice raspy. “She’s finally down. I think.”
You’re already pulling your shirt over your head.
He blinks. “You okay?”
“No,” you snap, kicking your shorts off. “I’ve been thinking about 69ing you for three goddamn days and if I don’t sit on your fucking face right now I will cry.”
His jaw drops. “Wait—like, now?”
You crawl onto the bed. “Yes. Backward. Full weight. No mercy.”
He’s stunned for half a second—then his cock jumps in his sweats.
“Oh my god.”
“Lie down,” you growl.
He obeys. Flat on his back, head against the pillows, already hard and leaking by the time you swing a leg over his head. You lower your soaking pussy onto his mouth, facing his cock, and his hands clamp onto your ass like he’s afraid you’ll disappear.
“Use my face,” he pants. “Fucking sit on it. I can take it.”
And you do.
You drop onto his tongue, grind down hard, moaning when he licks a fat stripe up your pussy and starts sucking like it’s his first meal in weeks.
You wrap a hand around his cock. He gasps into you.
“This nasty little wife,” you mutter, already jerking him off, “riding your face like she’s trying to drown you. Think you’ll pass out, baby?”
He moans. Loud. Unfiltered.
His tongue is everywhere—in your pussy, on your clit, dragging through your folds while you bounce gently on his mouth like it’s your fucking throne.
You spit on his cock. Loud. Filthy.
It lands on the head, stringy and warm, and you spread it down the shaft while you twist your wrist and sink your mouth down on him in one smooth, practiced stroke.
Jungwon chokes.
He jerks once under you—then groans into your pussy, hips stuttering like he’s going to cum already.
“You close?” you giggle, pulling off with a messy pop. “Already? Poor thing. You just want to fill my throat while I cum all over your face, huh?”
He moans. Loud.
You lick a stripe up the underside of his cock and say:
“What if I squirt all over you, baby? Would you drown for me?”
He nods into your cunt. You feel it.
So you bounce harder. Fuck his face faster. Slurp his cock between your lips like it’s your favorite flavor and moan around him when his tongue flicks just right—
You cum first.
Hard.
Your thighs squeeze his head like a death grip as you cry out, leaking into his mouth while he keeps licking, tongue working you through it while his hands pull your ass down, grinding you onto him.
You don’t even give him time to recover.
You suck his cock deep—down your throat, swallowing him whole until he cries out into your pussy and cums down your throat so hard you choke.
You swallow.
Keep sucking.
He whimpers.
When you finally lift off his face, he’s wrecked.
Mouth glazed in your slick, lips swollen, chest heaving.
You wipe your chin, swing around, and lean down to kiss his cheek.
“Next time, you better ask for it. I’m not gonna be the only one begging.”
He blinks. Tries to speak.
Fails.
You smirk.
“Sweet dreams, husband.”
He falls asleep with your taste still on his tongue.
𝐍𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐦𝐮𝐫𝐚 𝐑𝐢𝐤𝐢
The house is quiet. Monitor glowing faint on the nightstand. Just the sound of your breathing and the rustle of sheets as you look up.
He’s already shirtless. Grey sweats sitting low, waistband dipping under sharp hips. Hair messy from running his fingers through it, still flushed from cleaning up the kitchen, checking the monitor twice, pretending he wasn’t aching the whole time.
You blink sleepily.
“Come to bed, Riki.”
He doesn’t answer right away.
Just walks to the edge of the bed, climbs in behind you, and presses himself against your back—body warm, hard in all the places that count. His hand slides under your shirt and cups your belly. Not your tits. Not between your legs.
Just your belly.
“I miss this,” he murmurs. Quiet. Low. Dangerous.
You pause.
“You miss what?”
He kisses the back of your neck.
“When you were pregnant.”
Your breath catches.
“Riki—”
“You were glowing. Round. Always out of breath. So soft and full and mine.”
You shiver when his hand slides down—slow, reverent—and presses between your legs.
“Your body knew what I wanted before you did,” he whispers. “Now it’s empty. And I want it full again.”
You turn around to face him.
He’s already hard, pressing up against your thigh. His eyes are wild now, lips parted, flushed all the way to his ears.
“You want another baby?” you ask, barely able to breathe.
He nods once.
“I want you pregnant again, baby. I want you leaking, glowing, begging me to slow down because I won’t stop fucking you.”
You moan.
He flips you onto your back without warning, dragging your panties down, pressing his cock against your soaked entrance.
“You’d look so pretty round again. Tired all the time. Needy. Can’t even ride me properly without whining about your hips.”
You gasp as he slides in, slow and deep and possessive.
“Fuck—Riki—”
“Don’t worry,” he grits out. “I’ll fuck it into you slow. Make sure it takes.”
His thrusts are smooth, devastating. One hand gripping your waist, the other sliding under your shirt to palm your tits.
“These got so big when you were carrying,” he whispers, biting his lip. “So heavy. You hated it. I loved it.”
You whine—louder now. He smiles.
“God, you like it too, huh? Getting knocked up? Being so full you can’t think straight?”
“Yes—fuck, yes—”
“You’re so ready for it,” he moans. “Already dripping. Your pussy’s so greedy, baby. She knows what I want.”
He fucks you harder then. Deeper. His pace messy and obsessive.
When he cums—hot and deep and shaking—he doesn’t move.
Just stays buried inside you, breathing ragged, holding your hips like he can will it into happening.
“Keep it,” he murmurs, kissing your temple. “Don’t let it go. I wanna see you big again.”
Your fingers tangle in his hair, tugging him down into another kiss.
He groans.
“I’ll give you as many as you want. Just keep letting me ruin you like this.”
hii hello could you plss do a Jay enhypen kinky reading? 🎸
Jay's kinky reading
Disclaimer(This is for entertainment purposes, I do not claim to be 100% accurate, this all based on my intuition therefore I do not know this man in real life.)
╰┈➤ Five of swords upright + The magician upright + Judgement + Temperence upright + Seven of cups upright + Ace of wands upright + Nine of wands reversed + Death.
Okay so his current sexual energy is low, he seems to be having his own battles mentally or physically so he is putting his sex life/Libido on hold with the clarification 'Knight of swords reversed', his role in the bedroom is the magician upright so he is most likely to prefer being the one who take charge(Dominant) he likes to be the top, he is very seductive and romantic kinda guy, gift his partner(s) roses/Lily's, coddling, etc, just like his fellow pier Sunghoon he loves to be praised in the bedroom, like I said if you ever get to sleep with this man praise him, will make him even more hard, people whose energy are harmonious, balanced, and emotional mature is also another turn on for him, setting also has to be harmonious I think he also likes it when the setting also has music involved cause when pulling out this spread I kept hearing 'The Weeknd' and other RnB sensual artists, for example that 'So anxious song' if you guys ever heard of that, yeah he is the type to do that. He also likes it when his sexual partner is open minded to try out new things in the bedroom rather it's switchin' roles, new sex toys, pegging, etc, he likes the variety of options. Vibrators, handjobs, edging is also what I'm seeing with the 'Ace of wands' he likes breaking down boundaries think of that one so 'Latch' "If there are boundaries I will try to knock them down' I swear when this card fell out that was the first thing that popped up in my head, finding a good sex partner might change him for the better, good sex is very 'transformative' for him if that's the word, now let's see what other kinks he got: Okay we have Interracial sex, body worship, morning sex, older partners fetish, threesomes, corruption kink, hookups, safe words, and weed, I don't know if I wanna add this but they are ethnicity cards that fell out that they were 'Chinese', 'southeast Asian', and 'Latinas' y'all don't come for me. Overall energy, Queen of swords upright, And eight of pentacles upright, hyper fixation, consistently, overstimulation, Dirty talking, Body massages, handjobs, fingering, assertive, and confident.
summary: After a night of love, Jay wakes up before you to prepare breakfast, just being the amazing boyfriend he always is. You, on your hand, have a different idea on what to have for breakfast
warnings! 18+, smut, blowjob, biting marks mentioned, I guess this is a switch!xswitch! type of thing? idk, this is just pure smut, just a bit of dirty talking
note! I saw that caleb picture and I was like "hold up.." so I wrote this. ps: does jay's pictures looks ai to you too? I used it bc I went back to try and take a ss of knife's mv and failed (lol) but going back it seemed legit... idk
enjoy!
Jay wakes up earlier than you, his eyes open up slowly trying to adjust at the sunlight coming from the window. He does his best to stretch out a bit without waking you up but damn, his body feels so sore from last night.
Not like he’s complaining. He loves how your mood changes during sex.
One moment you are underneath him, your body pressed on his, that mix of moans and pleas coming out of your mouth while Jay slowly moves inside of you. Slow and steady, the pressure on his hips so strong you can feel his cock getting deeper and deeper inside of your wet pussy.
Until it clicks, you want more, you need more. And the situation gets reversed. You’re reckless compared to Jay. You bounce on his cock chasing your orgasm, you bite him all over, Jongseong gets lost in the view of your tits and your exposed clit for him to use.
Actually, now that he notices, he still has a bit of bite marks on his body. He remembers you biting his shoulders but when the hell did you bite his chest? Very close to his nipple too.
He moves away from the warmth sheets and you, grabs his sweatpants and gets up.
Jongseong might as well cook breakfast for the two of you, if he is sore you must too. He also willing leave behind his shirt, Jay already knows you will probably want to wear it once you'll wake up.
Jay walks up to the kitchen, with the intention to make you chocolate chips pancakes, your favorite. He’s pretty sure there is also some fruit he can add on top of them. If you don’t wake up on time, maybe he can take them to you in the bed…
When you wake up, you feel the uncomfortable empty space next to you and the miss warmth of his body. “Jay?” Your hand is still touching all over the mattress, looking for your man.
Considering the not answered call and your hand desperately wandering alone in the bed, you guess he’s not there anymore. Which is a pity, for as much as last night was amazing, you definitely want more.
You really can’t be blamed, that cock is amazing and due to your different jobs and adult life not always on your side, it feels like a whole event when you two have time to love the other.
You pick up Jongseong’s shirt form the floor and walk into the kitchen. If you weren’t horny earlier, you definitely are now.
Jay is standing right in front of the kitchen, he’ only wearing his black apron and sweatpants. You can see his toned back, his head slightly tilted down, clearly focused on making breakfast.
He’s so focused in his attempt to flip the pancake that he doesn’t even noticed you walking behind him until your palms are on his shoulders.
“Good morning, baby” Jay greets you, the smile on his lips growing bigger when he realized that you are wearing his shirt “You weren’t next to me”
You get on your tiptoes, your chin resting on his shoulder “You wanted me there? I wanted to cuddle you a bit with breakfast” You don’t answer, your hands just move down from his shoulder to his abs, your fingers slightly touching the waistband of his sweatpants.
Jay gets the hint immediately.
“Oh, so you wanted something else? Mh?” You move around, you’re now between his body and the burners, facing him “Yeah”
“Then, get what you want” You drop on your knees, your fingers lock around the cloth on his thighs of the sweatpants. You look up “I’m still getting breakfast after this, right?”
“Shit” His hand wraps around the spatula, way harder than it should be “Of course you will”
After that, you finally pull his sweatpants down, his cock springs free, already hard. You stick your tongue out, licking its shaft before wrapping your lips around his red tip. Jay curses.
So it goes, just like yesterday night, your fight on how to fuck. You’d like to bob your head up and down, use your tongue on his tip, licking his fat cock as a lollipop. Yet you know that’s not how Jay would prefer it. Or at least not at the start.
He looses your mind every time his tip goes deep inside your throat, every time he can feel the heat of your cheeks and your body adjusting to him. Jay loves to see you struggle taking his all down your throat; torturously slow for you, deliciously slow for him.
As always, both of you get your way, just with different speed.
You start the way Jay enjoys it, you do your best to relax your throat, taking as much of him as you can. So, he starts to loose it.
You can hear Jay groan, giving in to pleasure and bringing his free hand down, his fingers getting lost in your hair while directs your head just like he prefers.
“Keep going, I want to see you choke on this cock. Come on baby”
You look up, his face is getting read, his lips are parted, Jay’s eyes are closed. That’s when you swap the movements. You bob your head around him faster, your tongue works on the hot skin of his cock, a little bit of tears form on the corner of your eyes.
“Holy shi- Oh fuck baby… I don-”
When Jay comes in your mouth, his hot load getting mixed with your saliva, you swallow it all. Your man helps you stand up when you’re done.
“Holy shit”
“You have already said that” Jay laugh before giving you a small kiss.
“By the way, I burned the pancakes” You smile “Well,I just finish eating so..”
Your comments makes a smirk form on Jay’s lips, his large hands sit on your hips. “Speaking about eating… my turn?”
in which the boys have two sides to them in the bedroom: sweet or spicy ... which one will you choose?~ ♡ warnings ;; begging , oral , body worship , fondling , handcuffs , overstimulation , fingering , manhandling , edging , degradation , spanking , doggy style ❀ — nsfw !!
— lee heeseung ✦
sugar : will 1000000% talk you through everything, softly checking up on you every single step of the way. loves how you always reply so sweetly, even when he’s fucking you stupid on his thick cock. “you can feel me so deep inside you, can’t you? hmm?” he chuckles in your ear. “my pretty baby, letting me breed her pussy so well.”
spice : can get sooooo smug n cocky sometimes. watching you choke and gag around his dick, tears brimming in your pretty eyes as you struggle to deepthroat him. gorgeous moans and pants rip from his throat as he brushes your damp hair from your forehead. “aw, you look so pitiful on your knees like this… need daddy’s cock that bad, huh?”
— park jongseong ✦
sugar : his touch is so reverent, slowly traveling up your waist and cupping your breasts as though he were worshipping your body. he loves feeling you up from behind, wrapping his muscular arms around you and fondling your tits as he presses languid kisses along your neck. “so fucking gorgeous, all this for me…”
spice : loves seeing you completely submitting yourself to him, whether you’re an edged mess babbling for his cock or chained to the bed wearing nothing but a pair of cold metal handcuffs. wants to hear you beg for his cock or his mercy… either one will make him hard as fuck. “on your knees, baby. ah, ah—you have to earn it. beg for me to fuck you.”
— sim jaeyun ✦
sugar : soooo soooo impossibly doting, his puppy eyes glimmering as he patiently waits for your guidance. even if he feels so desperate that he’ll cum in his pants, he’ll always, always wait for you to say yes. “please, baby? can you sit on my face?” he pleads, sweet accent slipping through. “want you to cum on my face, i wanna lick it all up like a good boy…”
spice : oversimulationnnnn. he’ll let his instincts take over as he pins your body to the mattress, arms locking your thighs in place as he flicks his tongue rapidly against your folds. having already endured multiple orgasms, you’ll try and push his head away—but he’ll simply suck on your clit, grabbing both of your wrists with one hand so he can have his way with you. “mmph—taste so fuckin’ sweet, m’gonna cum…”
— park sunghoon ✦
sugar : soft dom soft dom soft dom!! so many sweet praises and whispers until you’re putty in his strong arms. loves seeing the hearts in your eyes while he fingers you in his lap, one hand gently stroking your hair while the other slides in and out of your leaking cunt. “such a good girl, taking my fingers so well… let daddy stretch you out a little, hmm?”
spice : manhandling. he will literally fold you into any position he wants, simply because it feels good, and he knows that his good girl can take it, right? doggy style, mating press, you name it—he’ll have you switching positions so fast, you simply have to surrender yourself to him. “fuck—legs up, baby. let me go deeper inside you… that’s it…”
— kim sunoo ✦
sugar : he makes the most heavenly noises, especially when you’re pumping his desperate, leaking cock in your hand, cruelly edging him to oblivion to pull more of those gorgeous sounds from his throat. “ngh—please, please, wanna cum sooo bad…”
spice : can be quite petty, especially if you ever make him jealous. he’ll thrust deep into you with no remorse at all, never once giving you a break. “you think i didn’t see you talking to that guy? i’ll remind you who you really belong to.”
— yang jungwon ✦
sugar : soooo caring and sweet, talking you through it all. you’ll be bouncing away on his lap, making all sorts of pretty noises and falling apart in his ear as he wraps his big hands around your waist and guides your hips. “hmm, s’that feel good, baby? you’re riding me so well, pretty.”
spice : i just know he has a mean tongue and he’s not afraid to use it to get you under his control… whether he’s devouring your cunt until you’re nearly crying from pleasure or sticking his tongue down your throat whenever the two of you have a sloppy makeout session, he’ll put his muscle to work. “you like when i kiss you all messy like this? ha, good girl.”
— nishimura riki ✦
sugar : takes it sloowwww, always checking to make sure you’re okay. pleases you like he has all the time in the world, from gently teasing your folds while softly making out with you to rubbing his tip against your leaking cunt before finally sliding it in. he loves seeing each of your cute little reactions to every move he makes. “ugh… baby, so wet f’me… is it okay if i fuck you now?”
spice : lowkey loves to degrade you, smacking your ass while fucking you roughly from behind, pulling your hair and growling in your ear about how much of a dirty slut you are for him. ugh he gets such an ego boost seeing you completely at his mercy like this, begging for more and going completely dumb on his cock. “yeah? you like that? keep going, i know you fucking love it.”
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