Jisung wasn’t always so confident when it came to fucking. He’d blush when you’d drop to your knees, mere anticipation enough to have all the blood rush to his dick. There’d be a gloss coating his eyes coupled with a whine every time you’d trace the outline of his cock through his jeans.
It was a pretty picture, the complete opposite to how he acts now, something you couldn't have predicted a couple months into this relationship. He’s found his footing, the confidence that comes with familiarity.
note: just smut, MDNI.
Slender fingers thread through your hair as he brings it up to a makeshift ponytail. The saliva bubbling along the sides of your mouth proves he’s been at this for a while. You’d complain but the image of him chasing high is gratifying; bangs that stick to the sweat built up on his forehead, a faint pout to his puffy lips. To hold someone’s pleasure in the palm of your hands (or in this case, mouth) is intoxicating in its own right.
“Wider, please, I’m so close.”
A click of your jaw swiftly follows, a firmer grasp on your hair, the deepest breath you can manage with his constant assault. The perfect recipe to have him flooding your mouth warm.
You’d think his cock would fall flat after pulling out, if anything it springs to life with a wet pop!
What you don’t manage to swallow dribbles down the side of your mouth.
Jisung reaches out, “C’mere,” The word lacks the bite of a command, more so a plea, one you lack the ability to deny. You feel his sincerity as his tongue darts out to lap up the cum that adorns your chin.
Warm thighs settle on his own and he groans against your lips, a low thrum that pushes you to grind over his length. Your hips can’t help it, stuttering every time he manages to nudge your clit with the tip of his cock.
Shame is what a decent person would feel, embarrassed by the wet smack that rings as he tastes himself on your tongue, the lazy squelches that echo with each tilt of your hips. In this case the sounds only seem to spur you on, “Feel how wet you make me.”
A couple months back Jisung would’ve bitten his tongue, screwed his eyes shut as a deep shade of pink dusted over the tips of his ears. Today he’s a little different, dawning hooded lids and a slight pull to his lips as he watches you fuck yourself on his length, “All for me, right?”
He even has the audacity to chuckle when you answer by pressing yourself harder onto his cock, “That’s it,” He coos, “you’re so close.”
Through the daze you feel his fingertips slithering up your spine, smoothing over your nape to tangle themselves into your fucked up hair. He yanks experimentally, then again because he likes the way it makes your pussy clamp down on his cock.
One last pull presses his lips against your ear, where you can feel the smile on his face as he rasps against the crook of your neck, “If you’re good, I might even let you come.”
summary: two lovers, clandestine meetings, and wordless promises
featuring: jeno & mark (once again)
warnings: yearning, longing, desiring, pining, y’know all the good stuff
wc: 738
note: sorry i haven’t posted in so long. please accept this drabble as my apology <3
It’s a rare occasion to have everyone together like this. Someone’s always on vacation, busy with work, or dealing with all the other responsibilities that come with being an adult. It’s only natural to want to forget about that for an evening, big part of the reason I’m okay with the remnants of dinner currently being sprayed across my hallway. I know that Jungwoo will feel worse about it tomorrow than I will.
Haechan tried to get him on his own two feet, but he lacks the strength it takes to handle someone of Jungwoo’s stature. I watch them wobble through my home before Haechan resigns, waiting for Johnny to finish watering a dizzy Taeyong.
Everyone’s helping one another so no one bats an eye when Jeno bumps into me, “I don’t think–”, His hand clumsily comforts the spot he accidentally nudged me in, gentle searing circles on the side of my arm, “Sorry.”
“I don’t think I can make it upstairs.”
Against all my instincts, I wordlessly open up and wait for him to slot into me for support. One arm braces my hip while the other takes hold of the railing. I can feel my shirt begin to bunch with each step up, feel Jeno’s pinky graze against the sliver of skin that his grip managed to showcase.
Neither of us acknowledge it, but it burns on my end. Jeno fans the fire by burrowing himself deeper into my body, blowing his ragged breaths into the crook of my neck as we climb the stairs at a glacial pace.
After reaching the top he continues to lean on me as I manage to get him to one of our guestrooms. Laughter and whines die off when I shut the door with my foot. Together we work to get him to the bed, plopping ourselves on the edge without a word.
I don’t lose my grip, and neither does he. We sit side by side with his head on my shoulder. I let us be for a couple of minutes before cutting the silence, “Do you need anything?”
“I’m not drunk.”
I know this. I watched him nurse the same glass all evening, beheld his slender fingers and how they endlessly looped around the rim. I’d tell you how many laps they managed to complete but I’d rather plead the fifth. Absolves me of my sins.
When I command myself to finally let go, the fibers of his shirt knot around the diamond that adorns my ring finger, just another reminder why I haven’t let myself be guided by my impulses. We belong to other people.
Tugging my hand away doesn’t make Jeno budge. I pull my arm back to my side and he returns his head to the way it was. He watches me bring my hand closer to my face, we both see the threads of his shirt and how they’ve embedded themselves into my ring. Something inside begs to leave them be.
I can’t help but hear the voice out.
Making light of a situation is my forte. I bring the back of my hand to his forehead, then his cheek, and fight to dismiss the way he leans into my touch, “You sure you didn’t have a couple bottles to yourself?”
To prove his innocence he clears his throat, mindlessly caressing the skin of my hip as he speaks, “My name is Jeno Lee. We first met at a Halloween party. You were a Firefighter. I was a King.” The patterns he’s branding me with stutter before coming to a full stop, “You’re… Mark’s wife.”
We go back to silence after the last fact.
Seconds bleed into minutes but this time Jeno’s the first to crack, “I try to forget that last one every day.”
Our secret can never leave this room, so in these four walls we’ll sit till inevitably falling asleep. In the morning we’ll wake up before everyone else, primp each other's clothes–let our hands drift over each other’s body as we exchange glances only lovers should share.
It’s my favorite of our goodbye rituals, the last before we square away any evidence of last night and return one another to our respective partners.
When Mark and I bid our friends goodbye Jeno will give me a hug, nothing that can be read as anything but that, and we’ll patiently wait for the next time it can happen all over again.
end note: one day i’ll write jeno in a happy relationship. that day was not today!
love your works so much!! is there a chance for loverboy part 2??
Omg pookie tysm 🫶
I think about Loverboy more than I should… It’s a piece I have resolved in my head, just patiently waiting for the day I feel heartbroken enough to write it because it’s not gonna be pretty :/
This might be late and I don’t know if you’re still active in here but I just stumbled on your jakehoon fic and OH MY GOD MORE PEOPLE NEED TO READ IT 🗣️🗣️ i love the plot and yes, i wanted her to end up with hoon so 🥰 but! I was just curious… why was jake in the room with hoon? Didn’t he only summon hoon? Or was it implied that she also mentioned jake…? Also what is it about sunghoon snapping his fingers and jake disappearing hsdhshd is there some kinda rule about it? I just wanted to understand more 🥺 Anyway, it was a good read and I hope you still write about enhypen. Thanks much! ❤️
Omg nooo I’m still here I promise!! First off, this is actually so sweet like dude I’m blushing 🙈. Second, and more seriously, thank you so much for the kind words + enjoying it (+ for being team hoon bc he’s the only right answer 🫂) 🩷🥹
I love getting asks about fics, so I hope these answers solve everything for you :)
It’s my fault for not going too much into it, but basically along with the change in appetite, people get powers (teleportation, telekinesis, extra strength, the list is endless, rlly) when they turn into demons. Which was why Jay was able to teleport them to the rooftop in the first part, and why Sunghoon was able to make Jake disappear when they were all together!!
When y/n calls for Hoonie she never mentions Jake, but he just grabs onto Sunghoon’s shoulder to portal with him out of jealousy 😭. Because Jake had been with her for months at that point, so he can’t believe that after one night she’d choose Sunghoon over him, you know?
I’ve got a couple more enha fics up my sleeve 👀 I just owe my sister an insanely belated Jeno fic and I have to post that before anything else drops…
But yeah! Hope that cleared everything up, thanks again and happy reading 😸🫶
Today’s been an absolute drag, you take to social media to let off some steam where your bff sees you're having an off day. Without a second thought, he decides to stop by your dorm—unannounced, and with provisions in hand.
contents: smut, idiots to lovers, an interrupted bean flicking sesh, college AU, simp bononie :), a potent strain of substance based off one of my fav taylor swift songs bc it fit so perfectly, soft dom Vernon ㅎ, oral (f recieving), raw sex, biting, yeah i think that’s about it tbh.
note: this has been in the drafts since @chwesbaby commented on my mingyu fic, but I just watched the follow movie and the words just vomited onto the page. hope u rock w it :)
Just as your hand slivers past the waistband of your pajama shorts the lewd video cuts off, phone screen taken over by a 0.5x picture of Vernon you took of him at his dorm.
Panic flashes through your entire body, accelerating the beat of your heart as you quickly withdraw your hand from your shorts. Pawing the loose strands of hair out of your face as you stand up in a hurry, attempting to even out your breaths before picking up the call. A thick swallow is all you have to try and gobble up your nerves, “Uh, Hello?”
“You home?” Vernon’s got that casual tone he always carries, voice sounding all too close as it echoes in your ear.
You’re still attempting to regain your wits, pacing around the room with wide eyes as you stammer into your cell, “I, well—um, yeah, I’m—”
“Cool cuz I’m already outside.”
“What?!”
Vernon can hear you yelp from the hall, a smile creeping into his features as you shuffle around the room to find something to cover yourself up with. You drape the closest thing within reach—a tattered blanket you’ve kept from your childhood—over your shoulders before making your way to the door.
He’s perched up against the hallway when you open up, wearing black jeans with both hands stuffed inside the pockets of a blue leather jacket, “Yo.”
There’s a lopsided-ness to your smile that he finds cute, “And what if I wasn’t home?”
“Well, then…” He pushes up off the wall to stand before you, eyes outlining the rim of your doorframe before speaking up calmly, “Then I would’ve just gone home.”
“Unbelievable.” You turn around to hide the startled mess of your face, reminding him to lock the door before he sits down..
You plop onto your mattress, hugging the blanket a little tighter around your pajama cladded body, “ So, what’s up?”
Vernon gently pulls the chair that’s tucked into your desk to straddle it, crossing his arms over the backrest so that he can still maintain eye contact with you from this angle, “I saw your story while I was at Shua’s party, you seemed kinda bummed, so,” he reaches into his pocket to pull out a clear baggie full of green nugs, giving it a slight shake, “Brought you this.”
The combination of his styled hair and outfit finally makes sense, but you’re too overtaken by joy to comment on it. Squealing as you practically leap over to his side to take a whiff of the buds.
A delighted smile takes over your features as you pick out one of the clusters for a closer inspection, watching it glitter under the lamp on your desk, “Leaving Shua’s end of the year party is crazy, you love me sooo bad, dude.”
He shrugs his shoulders before looking away for a brief second. Shyness bleeds through his nonchalant expression, but you’re too engrossed with the nug to notice, “Eh, you’re alright.”
You roll your eyes before taking his hand in yours, “Let’s go by the window, yeah?”
To sit on the perks of being a RA: a cute little window nook that you two have designated as your ‘pot spot’. It’s just big enough for the two of you and far away enough from the smoke alarm to prevent setting it off.
On his way there, Vernon picks up the tray that lives on your dresser. It holds the grinder, a lighter, some rolling paper, and a pack of backwoods that were left over from last time. He stares at the options with careful consideration before turning to face you, “Feeling anything in particular?”
You criss-cross on the small built-in bench, “Hmm, up to you.”
He plants himself next to you, fingers going directly for the woods, “Thoughts?”
You smile up at him through the makeshift hood of your blanket, “Just what I was thinking.”
The illumination of the moon paired with the lamp on your desk provides more than enough light as you reach for the grinder, set on crushing the flowers into smokable bits as he guts the cigarillo. Vernon always appreciates the way you two naturally fall in tandem, with this unspoken telepathic connection that always seems to land you both on the same page.
You finish your task just in time, and without a second to spare he begins to sprinkle the green onto the cleared leaf, using a small metal rod to pack in as much as he can. After rolling the first one generously, he realizes there’s enough weed for one more.
From his peripherals he can see the way you watch him in quiet awe. He doesn’t question it because this is always how your seshs always play out: Vernon rolls and you watch attentively. Mindlessly captivated by the finesse in which he handles each of the materials in front of him.
Your keen observation doesn’t make him quiver, rather, he enjoys it. A small smile plays on his lips before he seals the second blunt with a light drag of his tongue, extending it out so you can take the first drag, “Ladies first.”
Eyes light up with glee as you tuck it in between your lips, snatching up the yellow lighter from the tray to spark up. Three flicks leave you hopeless, and when you shake the lighter near your ear, the lack of liquid sloshing around lets you know it’s empty.
Vernon watches you struggle with a corner of his mouth lifted upwards, letting you pat around the bench before seeing that you’re about to stand up. He gently lays a hand on your bare leg to stop you, expanse silky and smooth thanks to the extra effort put into the everything shower you had taken hours before.
Fingertips indulge in the softness of your skin for a little before he speaks up, “I gotchu, look.” A hand digs into the pocket of his jeans to fish out the lighter you got him on some random night out. It’s pink and has a collage of cats on it that are backed by shiny glimmer decals, it’s his favorite thing he owns.
“Here,” He leans into you, making a little house around the fire so the breeze passing through won’t blow it out. Vernon watches the light of the flame illuminate your face, making you glow as a twist of concentration tugs at your brows, focusing on the tip to make sure it lights up properly.
Once the end burns bright red, he knows it’s ok to stash away his prized possession, calmly leaning against the windowpane to watch you sit on the cloud of smoke, letting a handful of seconds pass before releasing the plume into the night.
You pass Vernon the blunt while beaming up at him, “What would I do without you?”
“I don’t wanna find out.” It’s got the cadence of a joke, and he’s relieved to hear you laugh but it’s true. A day without you in it just seems hard to imagine, he can’t fathom the thought of it. As long as it’s up to him, he doesn’t plan on ever finding out.
——
Heavy toques burn through the first blunt in a flash, reducing it to nothing but two centimeters of damp leaf. The fun you’re having leaves you with no other option than to start on the second. By now you two have settled comfortably, basking in each other's company with low eyes and hazy smiles as his curated playlist of the week sounds through the speaker you keep on your desk.
The strain mixed with his vibe of the week is soothing, melting away any stresses you’ve endured today to leave your spine feeling loose and shoulders relaxed.
You break through the soft melodies, eyes bloodshot as they look into his, “What did you say this was called?”
He runs through the memory of Joshua handing him the baggie before he left, “He called it Lavender Haze.”
His big hits have finally caught up to him, adding a rasp to his voice that stirs up your tender senses. You look out to the pearly night sky, sighing into the air, “Sounds pretty.”
Were you commenting on his voice or the name of the strain? Who knows. A part of him secretly hopes it was the former.
A clothed knee brushing against your bare one cuts through the mellowness in your mind. The touch is light but it sears, how long has it been there? You’re spiraling too deep into the light touch when the chime of your phone suddenly yanks you from the free fall. Your laughter sounds through the room as you read the incoming messages on your screen.
Vernon picks up his own to look at the time, 2:49 AM, displayed in big bold numbers over the screensaver he’s got of you and him during finals week, he’s putting his thumbs up while posing next to your slumped figure on the desk.
He watches you giggle at the screen, careful to pick out your emojis before hitting send. Unintentionally, his eyes go past your shoulder to ask, “Who are you texting?” It's composed because he doesn’t want to come off as possessive, that’s simply not him, even if the thought of you texting someone in the dead of the night sends a pang to his chest.
You don’t look up at him when you answer, engrossed with the screen as you type away, “Oh, it’s just Seungkwan.”
Vernon and Seungkwan, they’ve been friends since middle school. Both of them count themselves lucky to have grown up with each other’s influence and attend the same college. Vernon loves Seungkwan. He’s funny, kind, smart, respectful, and in some ways, the polar opposite of him. Seungkwan’s always had this effortless, well-received charm that makes him easy to adore. So yes, there’s a twinge of hurt and jealousy simmering in the pit of his gut when he sees the way you’re laughing at his texts.
He draws away from the screen to take in your profile, admiring the way the moonlight cradles your features so gracefully, Do you look like that when I text you?
The evident dejection in his voice causes your fingers to stop clicking against your screen, “Hm?”
Vernon’s eyes bulge out of their sockets, “What?”
You set your phone face down, moving in slow motion as you turn to look up at him, “You said something. What did you say?”
His tongue runs over his lips as he reaches for the crushed up water bottle that sits in between your bodies, “I didn’t say anything.”
You’ve learned to read Vernon like a book, he’s nervous, jumpy. The rare sight only pushes you to prod, because you need to know if what you heard was real and not some weed induced hallucination.
Surely not your Vernon. Not your unfazed and casual bononie, your second pea in a pod, your voice of reason… Is his reasoning finally meshing with yours?
Has he been visiting you in your dreams? Set up cameras in the confines of your mind to bear witness to the way you get off to the thought of him? Did your telepathy really run that deep?
You shuffle towards him to find out, bracing his shoulders in an attempt to get him to look at you as you corner him against the window, “Hey, no secrets. We have a pact, remember?”
This pact, a silly little swear that was born after you two had a horrible night, drinking your sorrows over something he can’t even recall now. His slurred words come back to haunt him in the dimness of your room, “Promise me we’ll never lie to each other, okay?”
His once relaxed body tenses up, focus falling on the lack of distance between your bodies. The beat of his heart picks up as the warmth of your palms soaks through his jacket. Your touch isn’t even skin to skin and it’s already dissolving his defenses, making him suck in a deep breath before looking into your eyes.
You widen them, shaking your head to wordlessly encourage him into repeating his sentence, and to your surprise he actually does, “I uhm. I asked—” He looks out the window, finding the courage to confess, “I asked if you look like that when I text you.”
The grip you have on him softens up, but your gaze remains unwavering, “Like how?”
His voice goes meek, but he doesn’t even think about looking away, “You know, all happy and stuff.”
Vernon watches you retract, sitting back on your calves as you let the confession marinate in the air between you. The besotted piece of you wants to have full faith in his unspoken statement, but the smoked through blunts on the tray are mocking you. Pushing the false narrative that this might all be coming from the weed and not from his heart.
He follows your attention to the tray, wondering why you’re so focused on the burnt-through ends that lay there.
His breath gets caught when he turns back to see you slowly making your way over to him, crawling through his spread legs to reach over and pick up the remainder of the blunt. You inspect the flattened roll carefully before meeting his glossy eyes, “Vernon… Is this coming from here?” Gently, you settle your free hand on his chest, flattening it there to feel his heart slam against your fingertips for a couple seconds, “Or from here?”
He wonders why you even need the answer to such an obvious question. In his mind, he’s been nothing but firm on where he stands with you since the day you’ve met, you just always seemed to laugh his words off. Maybe you thought it was all some silly bit, but now that you’re asking so sincerely, he’ll lay all the doubts you have to rest.
Hesitation is nonexistent as Vernon places his hand down on the one you have on his chest, squeezing it ever so softly, “From here, only ever from here.” He’s closer to you than he’s ever been, breath shaky from the surge of emotions running through his body. His grip gets a little tighter when you don’t respond, “Is… That okay?”
Words can’t make it past the muddle in your mind, only allowing you to nod as a grin overtakes your face. Vernon can finally let go of that breath he’s been holding in, letting his body melt into the hug that you’ve captured him in. His state of relaxation is cut short when he feels you settle between his legs, inadvertently pressing his back against the cold glass.
He’s split 50/50. Scorching hot on one side and biting cold on the other, it’s entirely too much for his hypersensitive nerves. When you hear him wince you break off immediately, “Sorry, did I hurt you?”
He lets out a breathy chuckle, keeping his eyes trained on the ground in shame, “No, hah—just felt too good.”
Your cheeks flare up, reaching to tuck a loose strand of hair behind your ear, “Is that off limits?”
His blood’s pumping crazy, feeling the warmth spread throughout his entire body. Despite that, he keeps his voice level, “Do you want it to be?”
You gnaw on the inside of your cheek, thighs pressing together to try and put out the heat you feel radiating between your legs, “No…”
His cock twitches with each flex of your thighs, Vernon’s trying to overcome the drought that the sight of you leaves in his mouth, “Me either,” His hands rub along his tingly thighs in quiet anticipation, “Wanna c’mere?”
The space looks so inviting, how could you not crawl up on his lap? It’s impossible to resist letting your hands fall around his shoulders as he helps you settle comfortably on him.
With all the movement, your blanket finally falls off your shoulders and Vernon can finally see why you kept it over yourself the entire evening. The soft set of your matching camisole and short pajamas leaves nothing to the imagination, it clings along your figure to reveal every dip and curve you’re sculpted with.
He’s waited long enough, longing fingertips can’t live any longer without your softness, they clutch and grab at all they can reach and relish when you arch your chest into his. Making him shiver as he feels your nipples poke through the poor excuse of a top. The sensation rushes his grip to your waist, greedily leading your hips to grind on his clothed cock.
He’s pervading all of your senses, overloading your fuzzy brain with every action, slowly robbing you of your breath as you pant against his lips. They’re so plump and pouty, he can’t hold back from catching them in a kiss where he invades feverishly. Giving into his repressed desires to lead the dominating dance of his tongue. The forced submission has you moaning into his mouth, filling him with pride as you tug him close despite the sharp clash of teeth.
Purposely or not, he’s being sloppy with each wet caress, not discouraged by the drool he can feel starting to drip down to his chin. Unsticking from your mouth with a wet smack only because he can feel his lungs starting to run out of oxygen. Trembling hands reach up to cradle the nape of your neck as he rests his forehead against yours. Shallow chuckles escape him as you both attempt to catch your breath, “This okay?”
You nod in his hold, breathless as you smile against his lips, “More than okay.”
By now your pajama bottoms are beyond wet, sticking to your bareness, but you can feel the bulge straining against his jeans. He’s been so good to you, it’s only natural that you want to repay him, right?
You sliver a heavy palm down his chest, raking over his tight abdomen to put pressure against his pant zipper, batting dark lashes through your glazed over eyes as you rub there, “Want me to take care of this?”
You look so pretty offering to pleasure him like this, and he almost thinks about letting it happen, but there’s something else he’s been dreaming about…
He takes a hold of your hand to bring it up to his mouth, pressing a light kiss to the back of it’s palm, “I’d rather take care of you.” His lips move to peck your cheek, then higher to tickle the shell of your ear as he whispers into it lowly, “I can feel how wet you are.”
He laughs wholeheartedly when you fall silent, “Don’t be embarrassed, it’s cute.” Vernon starts shimmying your bodies off the bench, hooking his hands under your thighs to carry you to your bed, “Let’s me know just how bad you want it.”
Your back plops onto the mattress and he doesn’t give you any time to adjust as he tugs your legs off the edge, taking a thumb to mess with the soaked seat of your bottoms, “Let’s take these off, yeah?”
In the time it takes you to rid yourself of the shorts, he drops to the floor. Stomach twisting with pleasure as he’s met with your gleaming folds. Palms quickly move to the pit of your knees to spread you wider for him, the sticky sound of your lips parting plays over the melodies, making his cock jump as he presses your knees flush against the mattress.
The lewd exposition leaves you whining out for him, and when a cold breeze comes in through the open window, the shiver travels directly to your clit, causing your hips to buck up into his face.
His voice rumbles against the soft flesh of your inner thighs, “Fuck.”
That’s the only warning he gives before diving into your heat, he rims your fluttering hole before shamelessly running the warm muscle through every one of your folds, occasionally nudging your clit with his nose as he buries his face into you. Making your mind spin when he’d stop to skim over the bud gently.
You’re a mess of twitching hips and huffs above him and he loves the sight, letting you babble around pathetically for some time before complying to your requests of, “More, please baby, more.”
He always knew you’d sound so pretty like this, but his dreams don't do you justice. Your protests lead him to release one of your legs, moving two fingers along your drenched pussy to generously coat them with your wetness before easing them in, “How’s that, hm?”
The soft hum that rumbles from your chest is enough to know that you’re enjoying the feeling. Only a couple seconds pass by before he watches your hands snake their way onto your chest to fondle your tits through your top. He keeps his eyes trained on you, picking up on the way your hips are starting to fall into a light roll.
He pumps into your heat achingly slow as a smug look smears over his features, “That feel good?”
Seeing your reactions just eggs him on more, curling his fingers inside of you to watch your face scrunch up in pleasure as he begins to lap at your clit delicately. Sensitive nerve endings receiving all the low vibrations of his ridiculing voice as he murmurs there, “‘Course it does, huh? You wouldn’t be squeezing me so tight otherwise.”
Your hips match up with the thrust of his fingers, shoving your fists into your comforter as he continues to relentlessly massage that sensitive spot from within. Your moans lose their breathiness, growing more guttural as the light lashes against your clit becomes constant, the tip of his tongue swirling endlessly against the bud with no mercy.
He doesn’t dare put up a fight when you cross your legs around his neck, trembling thighs smothering him as you grind yourself against his face, “‘m so close han, please don’t—.”
The ache in your raspy voice has him groaning into your heat, slipping in a third finger to your sopping hole to try and make you feel full and boy, does it work. You imagine he's stuffing you full of his cock and the thought alone propels you over the edge, clamping around his fingers as a wave of ecstasy suddenly comes crashing down on your core, “ah, hmm—fuck!”
Only his lungs are relieved to have your legs go limp around his neck because every other part of him already misses the feeling of your pulse on his tongue. He licks up the release of your orgasm, going as far to trace the line of arousal that had dribbled between your cheeks and onto your puckered rim. He enjoys the sharp groan you let out as his tongue collects the sticky mess there, using his hands to spread the fat of your ass so he can make sure to get everything.
You whine, “Ah—shit. Wait, c’mere.”
A small twinge of worry settles on his face, “You don’t like it?”
“That’s not it.” You sit yourself up, fingers tugging his body to get him to stand up. When he does, you aim straight for the zipper on his jeans, looking up at him, “Just gotta feel you.”
He taps around his pockets before grimacing, eyes falling shut in defeat, “I didn’t bring a condom.”
You successfully manage to free him from the denim, immediately shoving a hand beneath his briefs to tug on his angry cock, “Did I ask?” He looks at you like you’re insane, but you only reply with a broad smile, “I’m on the pill, don’t worry—just fuck me.”
His brain buffers then and there, wondering if he's dreaming. Hoping he’s not because if he is, there’s no way in hell he’s ever going to wake up.
The sting of silence makes you slowly lose your grip on his length, “Unless… You don’t want to?”
That’s all it takes for him to snap out of it, removing his jacket then moving onto his pants as he keeps his gaze trained on you, “ No. Of course I want to, just uh, tell me where you want me.”
You pull him by his shirt, bringing his body down on top of yours so he sandwiches you between himself and the mattress. From here you can feel his hot weight throb against your tummy, “Don’t care, just wanna feel you close.”
He looks at you with a lazy smile that you can’t help but reciprocate. He plants a gentle kiss on your forehead, “How about you turn on your side?”
Cheeks almost hurt from how much you’re smiling, quickly following his request to feel him curl into your backside. Vernon’s hand immediately hooks under the back of your highest knee as you busy yourself with lining him up with your entrance. You feel him twitch in your grasp as you glide his head along your folds, voice strained as it plays in your ears, “Don’t tease.”
His smugness from earlier transferred over to your harsh grip, “Not a nice thing to do, huh?”
He can’t argue, not when paradise is sitting right at the tip of his cock, “Sorry, you just looked so—”
Without warning, you sink yourself on his head, hot, wet hole tapering his sentence into a curse, “Fuuck me.”
He fills you up more than you anticipated, voice not sounding as firm as you wish it would, “Sh-shouldn’t I be the one asking that?”
Fingernails dig into the skin of your leg as his grip tightens, spreading you open so he can feed you more of his length, “Whatever you say, baby.”
His use of a pet name triggers a flutter around his cock, he tries to take a peak between your legs, but comes up short, falling in the crook of your neck instead, “Fuck—She keeps sucking me in.”
He refers to your pussy as ‘she’, cute. Who are you to not play into his bit? You’ll do anything to feel him deeper, voice coming out strangled as you plead for him to fill you up, “She needs more.”
“Oh? Say less.”
He raises your leg up higher to finish sliding the rest of his cock in without delay, “Like that?” He leaves you gasping and without the chance to respond before pumping into you once.
Hips naturally fall on a languid pace to get you accustomed to his girth. Rolling against your ass slowly to hear your pussy squelch with each drag in and out. Now that he’s rendered you to a puddle of hitched gasps, his cocky demeanor makes a comeback, “C’mon love, answer me. Is this enough for her?”
Just as your lips part he tugs on one of your unsuspecting nipples, nudging his nose into the skin of your neck, “Need to know where your head is.”
It’s far gone, you can see it drifting further away with each slight brush that his tip gives your sweet spot. Nothing else seems to matter though, not when he’s filling you so perfectly..
Your hands reach behind you to thread into his hair, yanking him impossibly close so he can hear your shattered voice through the obscene squelch of your pussy, “F-feels so fucking good.”
He takes in a deep breath of your scent, further disorienting his senses as everything about you begins to pickle his brain, “Yeah? Here, look—” The hand holding your leg lets go to come up and meet with your lips, perching two fingers on the plush of your lower lip so you’d open up for him.
Raw instinct forces your tongue roll out to accept the digits, coating his fingers in drool as he fuck into you at a steady pace now. When the slobber rolls down in between the skin of his fingers he pulls them away, immediately swirling the slick digits against your puffy clit.
The sensation makes your legs close shut, but that doesn’t get him to stop. Instead, he comes up to lick at the shell of your ear, harsh huffs tickling the skin there, “Keep these legs open for me, yeah?”
It’s a devastating plea that your burning thighs automatically give into, holding themselves in the air as his hips continue to smack against the flesh of your ass. The sound is wet and vulgar, only encouraging him to plunge in deeper. You both let out a wince as you start to push against his thrusts. Your obedience mixed with your neediness earns you a wet kiss on the neck, “That’s my girl, just like that.”
His girl, yeah, you could get used to the sound of that.
Confessed mumbles of how long he’d been craving your pussy spill into your overloaded mind. The tautness in his voice spreads a heat throughout your entire body that slowly begins to pool below your belly button. Vernon tries to hold back his moans as your pulsing walls slowly start to cave in on his length. His free hand finds its way on the expanse of your neck, squeezing there to hold you in place because you’re starting to move yourself up on the mattress.
He can feel each one of his actions coming right back to wreak havoc on his cock, and when he bites on your shoulder to try and keep his noises to a minimum the tension in your tummy finally snaps. Making your gummy walls contract on his twitching length.
His teeth sink deeper into your skin at the feeling, and in his cum begins to spill into your tight cunt, the gravely moans he’s been holding in finally sound in the room. Overexerted hips buck up a few times as the last of his release fills you to the brim.
He stills in your heat till your breaths come back to normal. Holding you close as he slowly starts to pull out, only getting midway when you both hear his heavy load bubble out of your spent pussy, hot cum leaking over each bulged out vein lining his cock. Reflexively, his hips thrust themselves back in.
Overstimulation finally catches up to your singed nerves, “Fuck, dude.”
He apologizes quickly, hugging you tight as he nuzzles himself into the top of your spine, “Sorry, just missed the warmth.”
A spent chuckle manages to leak through your hoarse voice, “Don’t worry, it’s not going anywhere.”
Vernon kisses over the harsh bite mark he’s left on your shoulder, “Promise?”
You hiss, holding out a weak pinky behind your back, smiling when he winds his around it tightly, “Of course. No lying, remember?”
SUMMARY the person you love the most hurts you in unimaginable ways. just how long do you think you can keep this up?
PAIRING haechan/reader
CONTENT angst, toxic relationship, SMUT, (oral - f receiving, mating press, raw sex)
NOTE did this come out more emotional than i had originally planned? yes, but i really liked it so i hope you do, too.
WC 2.7k
It should be simple to drop the person who makes you feel like shit right? Unfortunately, when push comes to shove, these things are much easier said than done.
I don’t doubt there was a time where Haechan did love me. Everyone who knows him begs to differ but they don’t see the way he treats me, hear the words he whispers into my skin when he holds me close after not seeing me for months at a time.
To be completely honest I can’t blame them for not liking him, he’s really easy to hate. So lively and confident to the world but the complete opposite once we’d close the doors to our shared apartment.
The ball of sunshine I’d come to love would dim out and he’d droop, hesitantly draw back the curtain and show me the parts of himself he hides from the rest of the world. It’s an act of intimacy that requires so much trust, an undeniable amount of vulnerability that could make someone feel so special.
At least, that’s how it made me feel.
He’d lose his protective veil of silly around me, tell tales of his childhood and the broken home he was determined to flourish in. Most of his memories were sad, but every now and then he’d sprinkle in a good one, almost always of the time he spent with his grandparents.
I love hearing about kid Haechan. Kid me would’ve loved him. We could’ve spent our time in his grandmother’s yard making mud pies, laughing, running away hand in hand when she’d find us plucking from the plants she went above and beyond to tend to.
Most of the time I hate the world for letting that possibility slip through our fingers but every now and then the resentment isn’t entirely there, it’ll fizzle away and only leave me with enough energy to lay in bed and wonder how we both would’ve turned out if we met sooner.
Could I have helped him? I know our families were a mess but at least we could’ve had each other. Would that have been enough?
When you combine both of our baggage our nights would drag on, we’d fall asleep to the sound of our own voices as we dissected our lives. Naturally, the conversation would lull and we’d be left to silently theorize our reunion that never was.
Looking at it now, I might have some regrets regarding my decision to share all that with him. I unintentionally gave Haechan insight, handed him a roadmap of my inner workings and taught him exactly what to say or do to keep me on his leash.
He’s developed a sixth sense for knowing when I’m pulling away. He’ll start to find gaps in his tight schedule, drop in unannounced to cook me dinner and actually spend the night instead of having me wake up alone.
Haechan claims to miss me and while I do think some part of that is true, I think it’s my attention he actually covets. He wants to make sure I don’t forget about him, deprive me of that window of time that will allow me to move on.
When things get like this we barter, he gives me a memory and I keep that crevice in my heart that’s dedicated to him.
What’s sad is that it actually works.
I’m sitting on the countertop in my kitchen watching him chop vegetables, dicing them up to toss into the pan he’s got on the stove before he slithers his way between my legs, caging me between his arms while I patiently wait for him to speak.
We’re silent, face to face when he cocks his head to the side. There’s no glint of playfulness that shines in his eyes when he looks at me and speaks so quietly that I would’ve missed it if I wasn't right in front of him, “I don’t deserve you.”
I fight the bitter lump forming in my throat, hold back the tears that are beginning to well up as I look down and mimic his hushed tone, “I know.”
Haechan laughs but it’s not cocky or smug, moreso an admission of guilt—his version of saying I’m sorry without needing to utter the words. I feel his thumbs smooth over my hands before he brings one of them to his mouth, kissing it gently as he studies my face, “Thank you for loving me anyways.”
He’s not big on this vague mix of sincerity and honesty, only bringing it out when he’s truly desperate. While I do feel his genuineness, some part of my body knows to reject it, building up that frail wall of self defense as I look at the pan he’s kept on the fire for way too long, “Your veggies are smoking.”
“Shit.”
—
We ate our remade dinner in silence, cleared the table and tidied up the kitchen before heading to my bedroom.
I beeline to the shower and leave the door unlocked but he doesn’t join me like he usually does. The action was probably mindless but it's enough to plant seeds of insecurity in my psyche, they take root in the deepest parts of me as I take my time, bloom in the steam swarmed room as I scrub my skin to leave it silky smooth.
Sooner or later I move to dry myself and slather on the lotion he likes because it gets him to burrow his nose into my skin and breathe me in.
When I finally step out in my robe he’s sitting at the edge of the bed, waiting patiently even as I sit on my vanity to follow up with my skincare. All he does is watch, not in the way predators eye their next meal but this gaze is mild, a murky cross between admiration and sympathy as I pat on the vials of expensive products he always gifts without me having to ask.
He gets up and walks to the bathroom, coming out with a towel and a small bottle in arms. Haechan doesn’t say anything as he stands behind me, I just feel him begin to pat my hair dry, picking up the dripping strands that cling to my neck to dab away the droplets that settled on my skin before he shifts to untangle the hair with his fingers.
Goosebumps ripple over my arms when he accidentally pulls with a little force because it's enough for me to recall the times he does so without mercy. I’m too weak for this and a part of me thinks he knows. My eyes roll shut, half in pleasure and half in shame for what I’m about to ask next, “Why didn’t you join me?”
Haechan doesn’t stop running his hands through my hair, focusing on the strands as he begins to work some serum through them, “It felt like you needed some space.”
“I need you, Haechan.” I sigh out, too exhausted to hold back the tremble in my voice.
Pathetic, I know, but it's true and he eats it up. The voice that had once sounded so wounded drops to a velvety murmur as he speaks into the slope of my neck, “In what way?” His eyes connect with mine in the mirror as he peppers kisses there, they quickly morph into sucks the longer I stay quiet, “Tell me, hm? I’m right here.”
I reach for his hands and place one of them firmly over my tit and the other against my bare cunt. His fingers find my clit with no trouble and through the reflection I watch his eyes flutter shut when he dips lower and feels how wet I am.
In the seat of my vanity I roll against the small circles he sets, let my head rest against his shoulder as I look up at him, “You know what way.”
He moans, grumbling against my ear as his voice gains a stress, “Fuck, I love it when you get like this.”
Does he think I don’t know that?
Haechan tugs on my nipple over the thin cloth of my robe and I shamelessly arch into his touch for more, “So do something about it.”
Not seeing him for months at a time makes me a little more demanding. I’m normally not like this but like Haechan, I also know how to get what I want. Riling him up gets him rough, gives him the strength to close all the gaps between us when he fucks me.
“Is that really what you want?”
I nod against his chest and prepare for what comes next. A light shove, his hands impatiently digging into my skin to make up for lost time but none of it ever comes, only a soft hum as his eyes direct me to my bed.
This restraint is new.
Haechan waits for me to settle on the foot of my bed, watching intently as he comes to stand between my legs. I feel him cup my cheek, swiping his thumb along the skin before he tilts my head up. He’s done nothing and I’m already breathless.
The attention I’ve been longing for has me feeling shy for some reason and he picks up on it, quells my anxiousness with a peck to the crown of my head that calms me more than I’m willing to admit.
I pull the string of my robe in hopes that he’ll pay attention to my body rather than my vulnerability. It has the opposite of my desired effect. His gaze only manages to strip me down further.
Delicate fingers skim over the tips of my shoulders, smoothly sliding off what’s left of my robe. I wish it was cold here, at least then I’d be able to say that was the source of my shiver and not the modicum of contact. I’m attempting to calm the pound in my chest when I feel his lips warm the shell of my ear, “I’ve been gone for too long, haven’t I?”
My head begins to nod on its own because I’m helpless against the tickle of his breath, “Way too long.”
That must’ve been the exact answer he was looking for. I don’t make any protests when he pulls away from me because I watch him sink to his knees, feel his hands play with the skin of my thighs as he pries my legs open, “Let me make it up to you?”
Between sparking an argument that would lead us nowhere and letting him have his way with me, the latter is always more enticing. A remorseful boy kneeling at the apex of your thighs who’s willing to do anything to make amends? You’d say yes to him too, don’t lie.
From the tips of my knees he kisses his way to my clit and takes a second to coo at the throbbing nub before letting his tongue lave over it, pink muscle so deliciously warm that it pushes my hips up to chase more of the feel. I only get so far before I feel his hand push me back into the mattress, “You miss me too?”
I’m mindless under him, a mess of desperate nods as wet kisses begin to brand my cunt, sloppy splotches of saliva that serve as my reward for being so subservient. It’d feel patronizing if it didn’t feel so fucking good.
I forget each of his wrongdoings with every lash to my clit, wipe the slate clean with every meager hint of pressure he grants me. He’s thorough like he always is, leaves no part of me untouched as he begins to spread me apart with two fingers to assess his damage.
There’s no resistance on my end when he slides a finger in to work me open, if anything I spread wider on my own, force my hips down into him till his knuckles stop me from going further and even then I roll against the balls of the joints. I have to take pleasure where I can get it.
Haechan takes note of my desperation. At least that’s what I tell myself as I watch him stumble onto his feet, feel the weight of his clothed body on mine as he presses himself against me. Now that he’s this close I don’t plan on letting him leave. My fingers drift into his wavy locks and I give them the softest of tugs so he can look me in my eyes, see the sincerity in my face as I beg him to fuck me.
No back talk, no smart ass remark, not even a jab at the tone in my voice. Haechan does the unimaginable and just lets me win, pushes his pants down just enough for his hard cock to slap against my pussy. My mouth falls open at the sensation and he takes that as his opening to shove his tongue into it.
Usually, I’m the one making up for lost time, but today Haechan takes the reins, fixes my legs over his waist before burrowing in one fell swoop. I can’t fight the way my teeth sink into his lower lip but judging from the way his cock stirs inside me, I don’t think he minds the sting.
Hands maneuver my legs over his shoulders and he barrels deeper, nudging the tip of his cock against me in a way that reminds me why I’m always so forgiving. He knows me from the inside out, in ways that I don’t think any other man will ever be able to replicate—or even come close to for that matter.
I feel his nose dig into my cheek and the breath I’ve been praying for takes place. His touch earns that fervor I always expect as he holds me close, never stopping the perfectly angled thrusts that punch the air out of my lungs, “God, I missed you so much.”
He’s doing it again, buttering me up with syrupy sweet words that ensure I never learn my lesson. My heartbeat doubles as Haechan settles more of his weight onto me. I should be complaining about the way he’s shoving my knees into my chest, yet my arms sling around his neck, pull him impossibly close as his rhythm begins to falter into something more unrestrained—brutal, if he wasn’t fucking me in the way I love so much.
We’re recycling each other’s breaths, hazily swimming in this fog of pleasure as I look into his eyes. I make sure they’re as glazed over as mine before I whine into his lips, “Need you baby, all of you.”
My truth is easier said when we're both delirious. It’s the perfect cop out. If by any chance he brings it up afterwards I can blame it on the heat of the moment and continue to lie to myself a little longer, convince my conscious that these hours I spend under him are enough, that I don’t need more from him.
The sound Haechan makes in response is almost as helpless as mine but his persist, airy little whimpers that mix in with the lewd smack of our bodies meeting as he groans into my skin, “Out or in?”
I dig the foot of my heels into the small of his back and I hope that my dazed gaze is enough of an answer. He only gets a few more sloppy plunges before he buries himself into the hilt. I feel his entire body tense as he anchors onto me, holding me in place to give me a few more half hearted rolls as he floods my insides white.
He pecks my sweat coated skin in thanks, takes two fingers to swirl his cum over my clit before bringing them up to his lips, “Hmmmm. Sweet like always.”
I push him off me but he doesn’t let the separation last because soon enough he's nuzzling into my side. We lay like this for a while, enjoy the silence that’s usually never there after we fuck.
After a couple minutes of him drawing into my skin he whispers into the room, “I’m gonna get better.” When I look at him all he does is press his lips against the tip of my shoulder, “For you.” He travels higher up to the shell of my ear where he knows I’m sensitive, “For us.”
The quiver in his voice is convincing, and, you see, I’d believe him—if it wasn’t the sixth time he’s said it to me this year.
pairing: jeno x reader, johnny x reader (legally)
genre: smut, idol au, y/n is a cheater cheater pumpkin eater
featuring: loving husband johnny suh
word count: 2.8K
summary: johnny comes home and marks his territory before having to leave, again. little does he know, that’s jeno’s favorite.
smut warnings under the cut
smut warnings: rough sex in the past tense, cheating. jeno and john have a huge dick (wbk).
–
“I’m sorry it’s always like this,” Johnny apologizes into the phone, the rest of the group making noise in the background as they prepare for practice to begin. Another comeback, another period where I’ll rarely see him. Early on I realized finishing a tour wasn’t the happy reunion I imagined it to be, because it always means it’s time to prepare for the next one, to keep the fans happy. To keep them hooked.
“It’s okay, it gives me time to rest. To recover,” I whisper back, even though I’m alone in our apartment and nobody can hear me.
“I’m sorry about that, too,” he continues, but I can hear the smirk forming on his face letting me know he is in fact not sorry.
Okay let's begin, I hear in the background. Our time is up.
“I gotta go, I love you. I’ll see you when I can,” he assures me, as if we haven’t been down this road several times. He waits for my reply before hanging up, waits for me to tell him I love him, too.
And I do, because I do. I always will.
–
“Look at you,” the voice along with the cool air from being uncovered tugs me out of my sleep. A lazy smile spreads on my face before my eyes open, anticipating what comes next. What always comes next.
“Hi puppy,” I greet. My head’s groggy and my vision’s blurry but the smell of his cologne gets me every time. I chose it for him, after all. Jeno wastes no time, scooping me up and into his arms. He’s known the code to my door longer than I care to admit, and he knows exactly when to use it.
I should feel bad every time I hear the door beep, or his voice wakes me, but the guilt never comes, even after I do. And I do, every time.
You can have your cake and eat it too, it turns out.
Jeno lays me back down onto the bedding and pulls his shirt off in one go, his chest shining in the moonlight filtering in from the window. No matter the season, promoting or not, Jeno’s body is always in the best shape he can have it in.
His weight makes the mattress dip where he kneels into it, licking and lapping his way up my stomach and across my nipples. My puppy: always full of energy, gentle, and eager to please, whenever I let him.
Only tonight, he gets to play rough.
–
The grimace on my face from his touch doesn’t do anything to stop him. Jeno relishes when Johnny leaves me like this. Normally, his touches are wraithlike, careful not to leave traces of himself.
It’s intoxicating to be treated like glass, to know that he has to find ways to bring us both to completion without any evidence left behind. His kisses are like whispers, tickling me when he presses down. My skin gets goosebumps from the heat of his breath.
Even when he buries himself into me those other times it’s full of care, never letting himself slam all the way in at once, never letting my insides bruise. Tender fluid motions paired with his head barely resting on top of mine bring us both as much ecstasy as we’re allowed.
When Johnny is away we still have to be careful, since someone is always watching. Being out of the public eye doesn’t mean I’m afforded privacy. Johnny does his best to stay connected, video calling me whenever he has a moment and I always answer, always willing and ready to offer him support, encouragement, and reassurance that my love for him will never waver.
I only see Jeno when I know Johnny can’t talk, when everyone is busy, when the time is right. We hardly ever meet when Johnny is in Seoul, only on nights like tonight, right after Johnny comes home from an extended trip abroad, when he leaves me like this.
My body is littered with bruises, from Johnny’s mouth and his hands. Inside, his cock left me sore and my cervix bruised from the lack of control, lack of restraint after so much time apart. He gave me everything he could come up with, to make certain I knew that that he missed me, and to remind us both that I’m his to do whatever he wants with.
I can take it, I always take it, but it’s the aftermath that makes times like this Jeno’s favorite.
The company always wants them in the practice room the night after they return, and if there’s a comeback, it’s worse. I won’t see Johnny for days. After he ruins me he cleans me up, apologizing for what he’s done over and over, he leaves.
Before he does Johnny kisses me on the forehead and tells me to remember to eat well while he’s gone, to rest. And rest I do, because I know what’s coming next.
Jeno sucking over a bruise Johnny left on my neck brings me back to the moment, before he licks a tear up and plants a soft kiss right underneath my eye. That’s what drives me crazy about this, the way he reinforces every single mark left by my husband but is careful never to leave his own. His affections always stay inside the lines drawn out for him.
This happens so seldomly, with Johnny leaving less and Jeno leaving more, so we both have started to treat each time like it’s our last. Jeno knows I’ll never leave Johnny, and one day, sooner than we both want, Johnny won't ever leave again and our time together will only be a memory. Something to look back on instead of something to look forward to.
Jeno lines himself up with my entrance and slides his tip along my slit, making sure I’m ready and willing. Just like each time before he looks into my eyes and asks without words if he can have me, and every time I nod once, bracing myself for every inch.
Johnny has a large cock, too. But something about the way Jeno worships me from the inside out is addictive, endearing.
Unlike the shallow thrusts and patience for me to adjust to his size, this time Jeno pushes past any resistance my body gives and bottoms out on the first stroke. He knows I can take it, and tonight he doesn’t have to hold back, so he doesn’t. His cock drags along my still tender walls and pushes into the bruise Johnny oh so caringly left me takes the breath out of my lungs, and another tear topples out of the corner of my eye.
He doesn’t falter, setting an excruciating pace from the get go, placing his hands where my husband did just last night, holding me in place, making sure I don’t run from a single sensation.
A sob escapes me, from feeling so full, from my memory fragmenting between Johnny last night and Jeno right now. It makes me clench around Jeno and he groans, dropping his head into my neck to revisit some bruises.
“You’re perfect, every time. So good,” he stutters between thrusts.
He picks himself back up now that the rhythm is fluid because despite thinking I spent everything my body had to offer last night, I always get wetter for Jeno. It turns into a game of twister, Jeno stretching my limbs to their limits while taking hold of different markers Johnny has left for him to hang onto. Right now one hand is pulling on my hips to meet him at every thrust while the other is gripping on my shoulder pushing my face down into the mattress to muffle my sobs.
The pain is so good.
He uses that same stronghold on my shoulder to pull me up, flush against him, and that’s when things change, like they always do. He never roughs me up for long, my puppy is always in there somewhere, ready to serve.
He wraps his arms around me like I’m the most precious thing he’s ever held, careful not to etch into my skin further.
“You can take it, right?” I hear the anguish in his voice even though he’s getting to treat me like the slut I most definitely am for the first time this year. Johnny got hurt last summer so he’s been home, a lot. It’s actions like these that make my heart lurch and my pussy clench around him. Even now he’s checking on me, making sure I’m okay, that this is all still okay.
I nod and grind into him, telling him without opening my mouth that it’s okay to keep going.
The air in the room is thick, our breaths mingling with one another, as I find myself underneath Jeno, his sweat dripping on me, searing me where it falls. He’s close, I can tell by the way his hold is getting rougher and that he hasn’t checked in with me in a while. I tap him on the wrist and the intense heavy stare he was giving me melts into something I’ve grown to cherish in my own way.
He picks the hand I touched him with up and slows his pace to a crawl before kissing the inside of my palm and smiling at me so wide his eyes close.
“Your turn?” he asks, already pulling himself all the way out of me because he knows the signal.
No matter how spent I feel from however many times he’s made me come, I always have more energy for this. I line him up once again and sink down onto him, our hips meeting, causing both of us to groan.
“Fuck, ‘mnot gonna last,” he grits out, grabbing hold of my bruised up hips to help move me. I grind and I bounce and I lean forward for a tighter fit-if that’s even possible. I sit back up to delay the inevitable and admire my handiwork. While Jeno has to stay within the lines, his paper white skin is mine to color and marr in any way I want.
I scratch and I bite and I bruise him to my heart's content, leaving him with evidence that what I feel for him is real, even if it’s just lust. Even if it’s temporary.
His perfect face is etched with pain of its own, from holding back his release as long as he can. I drop on top of him and he catches me before my face crashes onto his and repositions us so I’m on my back. He starts fucking himself into me at a pace that is too slow for what I want but is doing exactly what he intends, because his cock is dragging along the patch of nerves that drives me to bite into his shoulder one more time to try and suppress the noises that leave my body as I come one last time.
Jeno follows soon after, pushing his load as deep into me as he can manage, hoping that at least in this small way he can stay with me even after he leaves.
–
I startle myself awake, afraid too much time has passed and Jeno is gone, or worse, that Johnny is back.
Jeno’s fingers sifting through my hair tell me neither of those things are true, thankfully.
“Are you okay?” He asks, bringing me closer into his hold now that I’m awake.
“Yes,” I croak out. And the truth is, I am.
“Come on, let’s get you cleaned up. I wanted to let you rest before I took you in, can you walk?”
I smile into Jeno’s chest, the hard part is over, and only the Jeno I’ve come to know is here to stay for what’s left of our time together.
“No,” I say, clearing my throat in case he asks any more questions. I probably can walk, but he only carries me at times like this, when he knows better than anyone how spent I am.
He carries me into the bathroom where I play marionette and let him take care of me. For months before he ever laid a hand on me, all he did was watch me when nobody else was looking, not even me. Because of Mark and Haechan being on the same team as him, and he and Doyoung’s affinity for one another, I would see Jeno often when Johnny was still at the dorm and I would pose as a staff member to get in and out undetected.
It wasn’t like Johnny neglected me, or that Jeno had something Johnny didn’t. I can’t even fully say how it happened, but one day the boys were making fun of my phone and the next day they had pitched in to buy me the latest model so I could finally be able to go places without a portable charger in my bag.
The day after that, a sim card appeared in a tiny envelope inside my purse with a note written in hangul that translated to I liked your phone before. I put the sim in my old phone once I got home, and the connection between us formed.
Jeno liked my loyalty, to people, to things. He loved that I followed Johnny here from America when we were so young, and that I’ve stood by him all this time without complaining in good times and bad. He loves that I wont leave him even now, even knowing that Jeno would be there with open arms and no regrets if I woke up one day and decided to blow my life up and run to him.
But I’m not his, I belong to Johnny.
“You have new shampoo,” he comments, his voice bouncing off the walls of the master bath.
“It was a gift. I hate it,” I murmur, leaning my head back so he can wash my hair like he’s done so many times before, like I hope he gets to do again.
“Good. I like how you smell,” he responds.
The first time our meetings became physical he asked me if he could watch me clean myself up, watch me prepare for bed. I called him a sicko but let him sit in the corner and watch. I expected him to stroke himself as I lathered my body, but the only thing that lit me up from the inside out was the intensity of his gaze. The weight of his attention now that he was in the same room as me, now that he had been inside me, was exhilarating.
Time and time again he would study me, until one day he asked if he could try, and every meeting since he’s prepared me for bed himself, following every step I had laid out for him with the precision of a catholic mass.
He turns the water off and pats me dry before applying lotion on every inch of my body, paying special attention to the marks all over, red and angry from having been imprinted on again. Soft kisses pepper me everywhere, his warm breath making me wet all over again.
Sometimes, I spread my legs the slightest bit and he eats me out right here, while I watch him in the mirror and hold myself up on my bathroom counter. Sometimes he’s bolder and slips inside of me and brushes my hair while I cockwarm him on the chair of my vanity. Tonight he knows I’ve had enough, that I’m hanging onto consciousness by a thread and it’s about to snap, so he just towel dries my hair and brushes it out as quickly as his care allows.
“What time is it?” I ask, knowing he’s almost at the end of his routine, that he’ll have to leave soon.
“It’s late,” is all he says before pressing a kiss onto my left shoulder blade. He doesn’t know it but he’s the only one who’s ever kissed that exact spot. I cherish that secret, knowing in this small way he gets a part of me that nobody else does.
He runs his hands along my arms and then snakes one up and over my neck, tilting my head backward onto his chest. Our eyes meet in the mirror and though I know he’s not going to press any further, I close my eyes and imagine what it would feel like for him to stop new air from entering my lungs and fuck what’s left out of me, one thrust at a time.
“Ask my hyung to choke you next time,” Jeno grits into my ear, voice laced with poison and a jealousy he rarely lets shine through.
His other hand dips low, rubbing my slick up and around my abused clit. I feel him getting hard and when I open my eyes and look at him again, I know the night isn’t coming to an end.
It’s only just begun.
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a/n: can't get enough of jeno as the other woman? please see my sister's masterpiece for further enjoyment.
WARNINGS loser yandere behavior (meant lovingly) PAIRING jisung x reader (established relationship) NOTE the song has been on a loop all day so i had to sit down and spit this out fr WC 405
Jisung has always been nice, a homebody and a little quiet but always nice. When you visit for dinner his family is always on about how happy he looks ever since you two met, all he does is mess with his bangs and look down at his plate with a smile as everyone teases, all in good fun.
He’s always so excited to talk to you, listens attentively as you flop on his bed and drone on about your day. He swears he could listen to you talk for hours, silently watch you splay out on his mattress and ramble till your voice runs raw.
If more hours existed in the day he’d spend them by your side, but for now he’ll make up for the lost time with a cute plush. He spent all day at the mall to find the perfect one, shyly handing it to you along with a single red rose, “Here, so I can always be by your side.” The tips of his ear flush red when you wrap around his waist and plant a kiss on his cheek as a thank you, stutter leaking through a giggle as pouty lips pull into a wobbly smile, “Hah—I, It’s nothing much, really.”
Jisung walks you home after, waiting till you make it inside before making his way back home, unbelievably giddy, with slender fingers that unconsciously pick his cuticles raw the entirety of his walk.
When he makes it back into his house his mother eyes him with a sly smirk, “What’s gotten into you, huh?”
He simply bites back a smile, shaking his head before shuffling upstairs, coughing to conceal the click his door gives as he locks it. He practically skips to the monitor he’s got set up in the corner of his room, moving the mouse to wake the screen up.
He maximizes the window he’s got open, upper right hand corner blinking red to show it’s live. You’re placing the plushie on your dresser, giggling as you pick some lint off the fuzz, “God he’s so cute.”
Your raw reaction proves just how good of a plan this was. His fingers fall flat on the monitor, lightly tracing the outlines of your face as you smile so brightly.
He just wants to get to know you better, you won’t get mad at him right? After all, he’s only doing this because he loves you so much!
—
dang.. is this a safe space? why I kinda wont him…
CONTENT. SMUT, use of the word “pup”, jake being kind of a perv and also a little bitch, choking, jealousy sex, oral (m&f), voyeurism, emotional cucking lowkey, raw sex, creampie, y/n is a little damaged and well… a down bad sunghoon can fix that!
NOTE. this work is a continuation of THIS. things will make more sense if you read it, but i’ll leave that up to you.
WC. 5k
Jake slams the front door when they make it back home, startling the man hunched over on the couch who’s stuffing his face in a bowl of ramen. Sunghoon’s never seen him before but the lack of reaction from the other demons makes him not question his presence.
Jay shrugs off his coat, hanging it up as he shakes his head in disapproval, “You’ve gotta stop eating that stuff Heeseung, it doesn’t even do anything for you.”
A hand cards through cherry red locks, lips filmed with the oil of the broth as he settles the cleared plate onto the coffee table, “Force of habit, my bad.”
The couch sinks in on Heeseung’s side as Jake lets his weight come crashing down, bottom lip jutted out as he crosses his arms like a petulant child.
Jay expected this much. You see, Jake’s the type to make everyone in his vicinity feel his emotions rather than processing them on his own. After knowing him for so long, Jay knows it’s better to nip his moods in the bud before they have a chance to bloom into something worse, “Dude, he just needed to feed.”
Heeseung’s interest piques, “Oh? The girls are fighting?”
“One girl is fighting.” Sunghoon corrects as he makes his way into the room Jay appointed him, shutting the door with a soft click as his goodbye.
They stew in silence till Heeseung drops his voice to a whisper, “Dude… I thought you were kidding about the white.”
“He refuses to change, thinks he’s better than us or something.” Jake mumbles beneath his breath, tightening the arms over his chest.
Heeseung watches Jay pinch two fingers over the bridge of his nose to massage lightly.
The air is thick but Hee is too out of the loop to understand why. He looks to Jay for an answer but all he does is throw his palms in the air. Jake’s no help either, quiet as he keeps his eye on the portal sitting across from them, “Nah, I’m gonna need some context.”
Jake scoffs, though Heeseung believes he’d stomp his feet if he wasn’t sitting down, attention redirecting to the eldest demon as he points an accusatory finger in Jay’s direction, “He made him play with my favorite!”
“Our favorite.”
The three demons turn to find Sunghoon stepping out of his bedroom, making his way over as he picks some lint off the shoulder of his silky black button up top.
Heeseung’s lips fall into a small ‘o’, Jay lets the teeniest grin pull at the corner of his mouth, and Jake’s eyes look like they’re about to pop out of their sockets, “Where did you even get that from?!”
“I pressed it for him the night he got here.” Jay responds, “Perfect fit, huh?”
There's a new glow to the young Demon’s face, invigorated from the time he spent inside you tonight. He’s smiley for the first time since his arrival and the image only deepens Jake’s scowl, pumps a heated drip of ire through his veins when he remembers how he saw you two together, “Pfft. She didn’t even like it.”
The claim is gritted, lacking the usual playfulness in his voice. There’s no way you liked it. He attempts to justify. You’re always so different when you’re with Jake. You like being in charge and Sunghoon took that away from you. You didn’t like it—He reiterates to himself in his head, as if the repetition will somehow make it true.
Jay turns to face him, eyes narrowed with a hint of disgust, “How do you know that?”
“I watched.” Jake’s a little too proud in his admission, feeling giddy when Heeseung extends his arm to dap him up. The eldest’s approval is all he needs of his choice. Jake lets the smile melt off his face before looking back at Sunghoon, “She didn’t even kiss you.” He points out, making sure to emphasize each syllable.
Sunghoon knew he was far gone, but not faded enough to not remember the taste of himself on your lips. His gaze drops as he remembers how he lapped up his release from every corner of your mouth till there was nothing left. Fingertips ghost over the plush of his lips just to mimic the feeling before he falls back on Jake, no bite to his correction, just a fond airiness, “She did kiss me.”
“She WHAT!?” Everyone yelps in unison but no one provides reasoning for their reaction.
Sunghoon’s quiet, hand back on his side as he looks to the others for an explanation. Heeseung chops through the stillness, hands clasping together as he moves to the edge of the couch to shed light, “She never kisses us.”
Thick brows lift curiously, “You did it with her, too?”
Heeseung slouches back into his seat, arm draping over the backrest as he nods cheekily, “We all have.” His eyes flit to Jay who looks away immediately, a little embarrassed by the revelation.
Sunghoon’s canines come out of hiding, surprise twinkling in his barely open eyes, “Actually?”
Jay’s hand goes to scratch the back of his neck, skin uncharacteristically flushed a light shade of pink as his voice loses all its confidence, “We were all young demons once...”
Laughter sounds in the living room and Jake’s mood sours further, “She doesn’t like you and we can prove it.” He gripes.
The matter at hand doesn’t concern Heeseung but he’s the first to answer, “How?”
Jake nods to the portal, entirely too sure of himself, “She’ll summon who she really wants.”
“What if it’s n—”
“Okay.” Sunghoon chops through Jay's question.
The certainty takes Jake off guard, makes him fumble his words a bit, “Oh-‘Okay?’ So easily?”
This isn’t about feeding his ego or whatever one sided competition Jake has formed in his own head, Sunghoon’s just curious if what he felt in that room was real or simply the heat of the moment. There’s nothing to lose from this. If he’s wrong, he can move on. If he’s right, well…
Sunghoon’s palm extends out to Jake, smile unshakable, “Winner takes all.” He catches the weight of his words, throat clearing itself, “Uhm, well, if she wants, of course.”
Jake slaps his palm against Sunghoon’s, failing to hide the effects of the bitter sting, “Bet.”
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It’s been nights, stirred ones with no sleep. Hours of tracing along your ceiling that leave you in a swirl of muddled thoughts since you slept with Sunghoon.
You’ve tried washing his touch from your skin but that didn’t seem to be enough. Each sudsy pass of the loofa only made your stomach flip in reminiscence—caused you to push down on the fading bruises of his grip just to feel something. Whatever happened that night was more than physical and it’s fucking with your head.
More than the impact on your skin, you miss the tenderness that seemed to ooze out of him so effortlessly. How carefully he handled your body afterwards, the cleanup and tuck in that was a stark contrast to how Jake leaves you—with a ruffle to your hair and peck to your temple.
Things with Jake are more quid pro quo. There’s never any preamble, just taking to receive. Sunghoon thanked you, tucked some hair behind your ear and managed to whisper his name before Jake dragged him by the collar and out of the window.
The clock on your nightstand reads 3:24AM and you feel like muffling yourself to death with the pillow, this can’t be my life.
Your fingers dip beneath the waistband of your pajama shorts to assess the damage of your thoughts and the result is exactly what you expect: wet, warm, but above all, empty. Between dealing with this on your own and summoning the help you’ve been so desperately in need of, the answer is obvious, right?
You mess the slick over your clit and wait for the clock to hit 3:33. Agonizing ticks that go by so slowly till you find yourself able to call his name, “Hoonie,” The defeated murmur filters through the portal clear as day, “come play with me.” Fingers dip down to rim around your entrance, remembering just how much he filled you up. Your eyes fall shut and a whine trickles into the air, “I feel so empty without you.”
Cool breeze blows through the sheer curtains and you know your begging has paid off. However, instead of finding Sunghoon alone, there’s another figure trailing behind him. When they step into the dimness in your room you’re able to see that it’s Jake.
He bumps past Sunghoon’s shoulder and beelines to where you lay, fingers replacing your own as he curls up into your side. Sex with you gives him an advantage, a list of weaknesses that Jake plans to exploit in order to prove he knows you best.
Plush lips attach to your neck, littering soft kisses but they’re not enough for you to peel your attention away from where Sunghoon stands.
He looks so delicious in the new attire, silky dark material draping over his broad shoulders and teasing what’s underneath with a light wind that blasts him from behind. Despite the change in wardrobe the softness in his eyes when he looks at you remains unshakable.
“Black suits you.” The compliment slips between airy gasps and makes Jake’s blood boil, he whimpers to get your attention, breath ghosting along the column of your neck as he looks up with pleading puppy dog eyes, “You didn’t mean to call him first, right?”
Sunghoon watches you intently, gaze so murky it makes your heartbeat trip up. Is it pure curiosity? Lust? Dare you guess, Jealousy? It’s unfathomable. You want to get to the bottom of it, chip away at Sunghoon’s composure so you can see what lies beneath, force his hand so you can play your cards accordingly.
You put your plan in motion by craning your neck so Jake can cover more ground, feeling his lips begin to suck on the sensitive skin of your neck as your eyes remain fixed on Sunghoon’s, slick smile curving the corners of your lips upwards, “Name must’ve slipped.”
Sunghoon lets a dry chuckle out that has you clenching around nothing, “Yeah?”
You feel a sharp pinch on your clit and your hand flings into Jake’s hair in response, threading into the silky strands and giving a tug that makes him whine pitifully, a response that’s inconsistent with the way his cock stirs in his bottoms.
Fingers touch scalp, and you tighten your grip to leverage his attention upwards. Your lips barely graze over his own but the tickle of your breath makes his eyes roll back, leaves him stuck imaging what it would be like to close the gap but you don't give him the chance, only deepen the crane of his neck as you grit into his ear, “What happened to your manners, hmm?”
“‘M sorry.” The grin he flashes shows he’s anything but. You release him, ego fluffing as you watch him lay between your legs all on his own. His eyes twinkle under your observation, waiting for instruction.
“Prove it.”
Instantly, the tip of Jake’s nose nuzzles against the curve of your pussy, pushing the light material of your pj shorts into your heat as he breathes in shamelessly. Your gut tightens, goosebumps forming on the skin of your belly where his fingers come up to toy with your waistband, “Can I?” He lifts his head only to beg because soon enough he nestles himself deeper, burrowing into the material till he feels his nose dampen up.
You make an effort to start grinding against Jake’s face before glancing towards Sunghoon, “You don’t mind, right?”
Are you trying to save face from the other night? Attempting to get a rise out of him? Maybe prove you don’t need him? Doesn’t matter, Sunghoon doesn’t mind being patient when it comes to you. He’s gotten a taste of your pleasure and he can’t stop now. Not when it’s emitting from the bed you’re lying in, radiating off your skin and seeping into his veins like a substance that’s begging to be abused.
With the fleeting sobriety he has left he walks to your vanity and pulls out the stool, settling way too comfortably for your taste, “Not at all.”
His lack of reaction prompts you to twiddle with the swooped strands framing Jake’s face, “Hear that, Jakey?”
He nods, shoving the drenched material between your lips with his tongue while groaning at the taste he gets through the fabric. You arch into the vibration, hook your fingers over his and guide him to pull the shorts down to leave your lower half bare. His ragged breath looms over the lining of your thighs as he waits for you to give him the green light.
Jake leans into your palm as you reach down to caress his cheek, “Be a good pup and show him how good you make me feel, yeah?”
That’s all it takes to have his hands hooking beneath your thighs, fingers sinking into the fat as he flattens his tongue along your cunt. You feel him drag down to collect your wetness, breaching your hole to push the tip in and out before he comes up to swirl circles along your clit.
Jake is hasty about it, doing any and everything in his power to string reactions out of you, whatever cheap tricks up his sleeve to prove he can fuck you better than the man sitting by the window.
For better or worse it works. He plays with the pressure on your clit as two fingers nestle against your sweet spot, working the tenderness with teasing drags till you’re arching into his touch. The bend in your spine doesn’t get him to stop, only encourages him to keep his pace. Creases form between his brows as he feels your pulse pound harder against his tongue.
Teeth dig into your lower lip but it does nothing to conceal the way you unravel beneath him. Your breaths are barely evened out as Jake slips from between your legs and off his knees, still riding the last waves of your high as you watch him lick the taste of you off his lips.
He smiles, forcing you to play unaffected as he hoists you onto his lap. Jake puts his back against Sunghoon so he can watch him pull the scoop of your sleeping top down to cover your chest with wet kisses.
Rather than Jake’s urgency it’s the new pair of eyes that makes you squeal. To ensure your attention is on him, Jake circles around a nipple, grazing his teeth over it to hear you gasp in his ear.
“I did good, right? Made you feel good?” He doesn’t look up as he mumbles the words into your skin, you just feel him adjust your hips so his cock can rub between your folds for some reprieve. To be frank, you don’t remember him ever being this relentless.
“Let me show him, please.” His voice is so pitiful it leaves you with no other option than to immediately give in, nodding to feel him the scratch of his trimmed pubes against your clit. The initial shock of him burrowing in melts into pleasure with a flutter of your lashes.
His clutch on your skin tightens, fingertips digging into the fat of your ass and he kneads your flesh. Playing with the weight before spreading the cheeks to reach deeper. A quick thrust up reminds him how much he’s missed this and suddenly he can’t bring himself to hold back.
Jake swiftly finds his balance, feels you brace onto his shoulders as he uses both his hands to raise you up and sink you down onto his length in one fell swoop. The pornographic whine that falls from your mouth pumps his ego, prompts him to do it again and again.
Your sweltering heat engulfing him whole calls for a raise in tempo, allows for the mix of fluids between your bodies to grow louder with each smack down.
It’s sooner rather than later when Jake realizes he can’t keep this pace so he plants a firm hand on the small of your back, angles his hips so the head of his cock to brush right against your g spot with each snap up.
His desperation becomes your own, running a heated droplet down your spine that spurs you to roll your hips in tandem with his frenzied onslaught, “Fuck Jake, ‘m gonna—”
Whether you planned to or not, you lock eyes with Sunghoon who’s still waiting patiently by your vanity. His eyes squint to register the furrow in your brow, the hesitance in your voice as Jake continues to pound into you, “wanna—”
Your fingernails brand Jake’s shoulders as you search for any semblance of stability, tears welling up in your eyes as you mouth in his direction, “Please.”
Sunghoon’s eyes gradually widen in realization. Permission. The gnash of your hips has died down as you silently beg for Sunghoon to let you cum.
What's worse? He doesn’t even try to bite back his smile, head tilting on its axis to take in the struggle contorting your features.
The hint of mercy furrowing his brows fills you with hope and it takes him one single second to dissipate it with a shake of his head. The greater part of you wants to smack that smug look off his face, the lesser part? She proves to be more subservient. Maybe it’s because she knows the rewards that’ll come from it.
Still, Sunghoon’s denial loads you with frustration and you take it out on Jake with a shove to his chest, doubling down with a hand that snakes around the column of his neck to stop him from stoking your impending orgasm. The twitch of his cock betrays the pitable whimper that manages to escape his throat.
“It’s not a race, Jakey.” Sunghoon reprimands, but it’s more of a taunt, laced with a mocking giggle as he watches the goosebumps raise on Jake’s skin.
He’s too out of it to counter but still present enough to wrap his hands over yours, squeeze them a little tighter with the hopes of getting you to do the same.
Rather than speaking through strained words, Jake entices with watery eyes and a stuttered pump up. That almost always gets his point across and he can feel it in his bones that today will be no different.
In a way it is, you pander to his needs like you always fell into the habit of doing. Starting up a lazy pace as you squeeze a little tighter around his neck. Jake’s fingers release around yours when he feels you comply, falling down to his sides to grasp onto your duvet in an attempt to keep himself grounded. It works for all of a couple seconds but the combination of the steady roll of your hips and grip you have on his airway is beginning to fuzz out his mind.
The muscles of his abdomen flexing is one thing, but once his tongue lols out involuntarily you know he’s devastatingly close to reaching his peak. You keep your tempo languid, wait for some saliva to streak down his chin so you can dip down to lick the mess clean.
He groans when the tip of your tongue meets his heated skin, hiccups a bit when you lean further in to urge him, “Cum in me baby, wanna feel you.”
You’re not really thinking as you say it, all your body knows is that one was enough, it can’t justify letting two orgasms slip through your fingers.
Crescent moons dig into your skin with the instruction and you wince, fucking down harder to steer yourselves closer to the edge, “C’mon Jakey, fill me up.”
He’s seconds away from breaking skin, one last thrust from flooding your insides when Sunghoon cuts in with a snap of his fingers, effectively transporting Jake out of the room.
In all honesty he didn’t think it would work, but he’s glad it did. With the absence of Jake, you collapse onto the mattress, whipping your head in Sunghoon’s direction when he successfully denies you of your second orgasm tonight.
“That’s enough of that.” Is all the reasoning he provides.
You should be mad, should be whining about how mean he’s being, but the anticipation that zips up your spine as his footsteps approach effectively shuts you up. If he were a lesser person he’d point it out, wear a shit eating grin and laugh about in your face.
Instead, his knees sink into the plush of your mattress to draw closer to where you’re kneeling. Palms come up to swipe against your cheeks and the heat emitting from them betrays the cool front he’s putting up.
“He doesn’t deserve you.” Far from a reprimand, it’s an observation. Drawn from the time he’s spent by your vanity watching the dynamic between you and Jake play out. You barely manage to register the whisper that leaves him, “I can treat you better.”
He pulls you out of your stunned state by tucking some strands of hair behind one of your ears, “Will you let me show you?”
Any previous complaint immediately dies on your tongue as you nod in response, under a trance till you see the way he begins to slither between your legs. Between the sleepless nights and Jake your patience is running thin, you grip his wrist before he’s able to drop to his knees and he stops in his tracks, a little confused but compliant nonetheless.
“I need you.”
You admit, eyes glued to the floor because how humiliating that his tongue isn’t enough, that you need him whole, that your body has been anticipating to melt in his hold since he left last time.
The small pinch of apprehension in his shoulders melts away with your confession, lets a hum of gratification ring against the crown of your head as he presses a kiss there. Eyelids flutter shut but reopen when the tips of his fingers come to tip your chin up. His eyes are so glossy they’re almost reflective, heavy lidded as they bore into your own, “I knew it wasn’t just me.” Relief laces his tone but the emotion simmers into the slightest hint of betrayal, “Why didn’t you call for me earlier?”
Why do you feel like you’ve just committed high treason? The string of words are hard to swallow as he sinks a knee between your legs. For every inch he moves closer you retreat, gradually falling back till your spine melts against the mattress and you’re laying flat beneath him.
Sunghoon breathes in the scent of your skin, forming goose bumps along your flesh where he lets his lips graze lightly, “I was waiting for you.” He presses an open-mouthed kiss over the edge of your shoulder and the saliva that stamps your skin is enough to make you twitch, “Stayed up all night just in case.”
He makes up for the lost time by taking it slow, treasureing all the spots Jake left untouched in his haste. Traces his lips over the bumps of your collarbones, to the center of your sternum where he feels your heartbeat pound against the cage of bones. His voice quivers with the contact and you feel his tongue lave over your chest before he speaks again, “How do you want me?”
If you stay like this you might just faint. For self preservation you suggest flipping over, anything to escape the sincerity of his gaze.
He raises up to let you flip on all fours, watches the way you hug a pillow and arch in preparation for his touch. Sunghoon takes it all in, smoothing his palms over your shoulder blades before the pads trace over the column of your spine, reaching the end only to come up and glide over your sides. The caresses give you form as your cunt tightens around nothing.
Sunghoon hears the tacky smack between his worship, kind enough to drop two fingers to play with your wetness but it doesn’t change the fact that his lack of urgency is dizzying, drags across your skin highlighted as they completely contradict that way Jake just handled you.
“Sunghoon… Please.” You push back into his touch to get your point across, huffing into the pillow as soon as you feel the heat of his cock line up against your folds. Teasing, sticky smacks that you’re already dreading to indulge in when Sunghoon’s resolve snaps.
Make no mistake, he wanted to toy with you, but his body made other plans when the head of his cock caught against your entrance, leaving him with no other option than to push forward, sliding in entirely too slowly to feeds you inch after inch. He’s only brave enough to look down when you’ve enveloped him whole, biting back a moan when he sees your slick drenched lips parting at the base of his cock.
Sunghoon doesn’t pull out, just gives a slight roll of his hips to get you both accustomed to the tight squeeze. The movements are minor but they’re enough to make you inch forward a little, getting you to hunch reactively.
He grunts as he dips down to whisper between your shoulder blades, “Too much?”
You shake your head, white-knuckling the pillow in your grasp, “Not enough.”
One of his hands splay around the base of your neck, long fingers threading into the hair of your nape to give a slight tug, a gentle pull that cranes your neck so he can grit into your ear, “Don’t run from me, then.” His head slumps into the crook of your neck when you clench around his cock, punctuating his next sentence with a shallow push in, “You said you’d let me show you.”
With a dumbed out nod you relinquish all the fight left in your body, using what’s left of your brain power to push your hips against his as you gasp into the pillow, voice hoarse and strained, “S-Show me.”
His hands must be magic because with one light press he reinstates the arch in your back, forcing a whimper out your mouth when he stands up straight to pull out completely. Sunghoon lets a few seconds pass. Gives you enough time to miss him before gliding back in with a slow plunge to commit the velvet of your walls to memory, not only for his sake but for yours.
It’s not that he’s had much practice, but he’s attentive enough to know that you like it this way—deep and unhurried. Thought out strokes that give you everything you desire while allowing you to take it all in. A deliberate pace that fizzles your spine, makes you feel boneless with each drag.
He makes it his mission to work up a nice tack, praising the strings of arousal that cling to his matted pubes with each drawback, “S-so good for me.”
You’re losing yourselves in the maze of each other, so fixed on the obscene squelch of each thrust ringing in the room that you fail to register how the buildup of sweat is slowly making you slip on the mattress.
Only a few seconds go by before your knees give out, splitting to leave you limp beneath the mercy of Sunghoon’s onslaught. Not that you’re complaining. The sudden topple allows him to reach impossibly deep. Angles the head of his cock in a way that grinds against a new set of nerves to leave you drooling, feather-brained as biceps fall to cage you in.
It’s so wet and slippery where your skin smacks into each other, pumps losing their rhythm with each second that passes. In one uncalculated pull back he manages to slip out and you both whine at the loss, hands bumping into one another as you both reach to stuff him back into your cunt.
Thankfully, it doesn’t take him long to push back in, hips a little sloppy because of the ache in his abdomen and how close he is to losing it. You’re no better, all tears and mindless babbles that only draw out soft huffs of winded laughter.
Sunghoon summons the discipline to keep his tempo, chest pressing into your spine as he drops to be flush against your cheek. You make out the wetness of his tongue as it swipes out to savor the saltiness of your skin, manage to pick up on his sanded down voice as he continues to rock into you, “I know, I know, ‘m listening.”
The simple sentence gets you spasmining on his cock. Sunghoon winces but it’s more so a suck in of saliva. Arms squeezing around your frame as he pushes through the pulsing of your cunt.
His embrace shifts you on your side, has him pulling you close as he trembles with the last of his release. Ropes after ropes of warm cum that pool in your cervix but you’ve floated into another realm, off into the distance to see the way you hook onto his forearm for stability.
It takes a couple minutes for you to feel like a person again but you get there eventually, just sentient enough to hear the sound of his cum bubble out of your spent pussy. Sunghoon doesn’t pull out until he’s limp and even then he stops when you whine, burrows himself into the crook of your neck to ask what's wrong.
“Don’t go.” You croak.
Sungoon smiles weakly into your skin. He was never gonna leave, just figured you’d appreciate a cleanup before you drifted into dreamland but he’s glad he doesn’t have to leave this warmth. That he gets to bask in the aftermath he’s created since no one is here to drag him away.
He reaches to pull your mussed up comforter over your bodies, feels a sense of peace when you nestle into his forearm and let your eyes flutter shut. It doesn’t take much for him to follows suit, feeling the evenness of your breaths land against his skin as he begins to doze off.
Sunghoon often dwelled about his severed ties with the clouds but in the dimness of your room and how your body hugs him close despite your unconsciousness, he can’t help but feel like every decision he’s made was necessary; a string of sequences that were preordained, fated.
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couldn’t bring myself to proof sunghoon’s scene if it’s bad don’t tell me 🙏
WARNINGS loser yandere behavior (meant lovingly) PAIRING jisung x reader (established relationship) NOTE the song has been on a loop all day so i had to sit down and spit this out fr WC 405
Jisung has always been nice, a homebody and a little quiet but always nice. When you visit for dinner his family is always on about how happy he looks ever since you two met, all he does is mess with his bangs and look down at his plate with a smile as everyone teases, all in good fun.
He’s always so excited to talk to you, listens attentively as you flop on his bed and drone on about your day. He swears he could listen to you talk for hours, silently watch you splay out on his mattress and ramble till your voice runs raw.
If more hours existed in the day he’d spend them by your side, but for now he’ll make up for the lost time with a cute plush. He spent all day at the mall to find the perfect one, shyly handing it to you along with a single red rose, “Here, so I can always be by your side.” The tips of his ear flush red when you wrap around his waist and plant a kiss on his cheek as a thank you, stutter leaking through a giggle as pouty lips pull into a wobbly smile, “Hah—I, It’s nothing much, really.”
Jisung walks you home after, waiting till you make it inside before making his way back home, unbelievably giddy, with slender fingers that unconsciously pick his cuticles raw the entirety of his walk.
When he makes it back into his house his mother eyes him with a sly smirk, “What’s gotten into you, huh?”
He simply bites back a smile, shaking his head before shuffling upstairs, coughing to conceal the click his door gives as he locks it. He practically skips to the monitor he’s got set up in the corner of his room, moving the mouse to wake the screen up.
He maximizes the window he’s got open, upper right hand corner blinking red to show it’s live. You’re placing the plushie on your dresser, giggling as you pick some lint off the fuzz, “God he’s so cute.”
Your raw reaction proves just how good of a plan this was. His fingers fall flat on the monitor, lightly tracing the outlines of your face as you smile so brightly.
He just wants to get to know you better, you won’t get mad at him right? After all, he’s only doing this because he loves you so much!
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dang.. is this a safe space? why I kinda wont him…
Recently fallen Angel Sunghoon is having a hard time adapting to the ways of the underworld. Thankfully he crosses paths with Jay, a seasoned demon that kinda has this habit of taking in strays, Jake for example. Together, the two of them try their best to help him acclimate to this new way of life.
genre: Demon/Incubus AU
warnings: SMUT, degradation, masturbation, voyeur Sunghoon, oral (both receiving), cum play but like its endearing, reader’s kind of slutty idk how else to dice that 🤷♀️
word count: 3.3k
note: first time writing for enha, that Lucifer sprite was too potent…
“He’s doing it again Jay! Can you please tell him to get a grip?” Jake whines from the couch, draping an arm over the top part of his face, “He’s straining my eyes.”
Jay steps out from the kitchen donning an apron and pink vinyl gloves, exasperation evident the second he lays eyes on Sunghoon, “Heaven dropped you a month ago, wearing white isn’t gonna make them take you back.” He walks back into the kitchen in dismissal, “Shower and get changed, you’re feeding tonight.”
Jake suddenly perks up at the plans, “We’re feeding?”
“He’s feeding.” Jay corrects, “The fae don’t seem to be enough, he looks like a breeze could blow him away.”
It’s been a month since Sunghoon’s eaten something. Anything. The underworld cuisine simply isn’t to his tastes. In Heaven they dined lavishly, with all types of gourmet offerings presented daily. Fine cheeses, wines, ripe fruit baskets, the leanest meats, stark contrast to the whole consuming-energy-for-sustenance thing they have going on down here.
Any form of energy will do but Lust is ideal, the body of a demon soaks it up like a well balanced meal. Jay has taken him to a brothel just to keep him alive, lets him pick from the finest nymphs money could buy but Sunghoon isn’t as receptive as they’d like to believe. Even now he remains obstinate, fixing the collar of his prim white top, “Respectfully, I would like to decline.”
Jay steps back out into the living room void of his cleaning supplies, leaving him in a crisp head to toe black fit, “It wasn’t an offer, we’re going and that’s final.”
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“I can’t believe you let him leave the house like that.” Jake is pulling the strings to his loose black hoodie, leaning in to whisper his concern into Jay’s ear, “What if someone sees us?!”
Wearing white may exude integrity and nobility in the clouds but in the underworld it’s synonymous with weakness—fragility. Personifies those who are still clinging onto that last bit of innocence they clearly lack.
Sunghoon sticks out like a sore thumb, attire practically glowing in the poorly lit streets of this hell hole. He garners dirty looks every corner they cut and eventually Jay grows tired, of both the stares and Jake’s incessant complaining.
In a second, the three are snapped onto a rooftop, high winds promising to take Sunghoon away till Jay gets a firm grip on his shirt, pulling him back from the ledge, “There,” he points to a window Jake has grown accustomed to sneaking in through the darkest hours of the night.
His eyes widen like saucers, “Wait! She’s my favorite, he can’t feed on her! Pick someone else!”
Jay just crosses his arms, “She’s insatiable and he needs it.” He goes on to prick the vertebrae popping out of the skin of Sunghoon’s neck, “Just look at him.”
Jake’s not handling the news well, resorting to pacing while Sunghoon has yet to speak, eyes still fixed on the window a few floors beneath them. Jay’s the first to break though Jake’s scuffles, “Plus they’ve grown attached.” He adds offhandedly, “I walked in on him spying on her from the portal at home.”
Jake’s fists pull along Sunghoon’s collar, “You what?!”
A finger flicks against Jake’s forehead, effectively loosening his grip, “Leave him alone, you two can duke it out after he feeds.”
The only thing that follows is a snap and suddenly Sunghoon finds himself in a dark corner of your room.
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The smell of you is everything he’d imagined. Sweet, airy, mixed with the slight sheen of sweat you’ve worked up exerting yourself this late. He breathes the heady scent into his lungs and feels his organs rejuvenate from the inhale.
You hold a toy steady against your clit, wetness thrumming against the vibrations as hips push up on their own. It sounds more vulgar than when it’s muffled through the portal Jay keeps at home but Sunghoon can’t peel away from the sight, enticed by the way you teeter on the edge of your release and pull back before the pleasure can wash over.
Needy short gasps get breathed out into the air and he knows his favorite part is up next. The one where you fall victim to your imagination and call out to someone who isn’t there. Groaning out profanities and promises of “taking it all” bouncing off the walls of your lonely room.
“Again?” A voice speaks out from the dim corner of your room and you immediately look up, eyes dazed as you peer over in the direction of the voice. The only attempt at covering yourself is pushing your thighs together to try and drown out the hum of your rose,
“Jakey? Is that you? Finally come to help me?”
Sunghoon can smell your arousal grow thicker, hear the pound in your chest dance around in the air around him. He sucks in a deeper breath to take it all in, the lust weaved into every particle in this room. A little peeved at the excitement that laced the air when you thought he was Jake, he clears his throat to try and mask the discontent, “Not Jakey.”
He steps out from the shadows and you relish in the fact that this is definitely not your usual helper. Where Jake’s appearance is naturally boyish, he looks more sharp. Despite the bags under his eyes and the hollowed out cheeks, his skin still gleams. He’s all angles and contrast—elegant, regal. All tummy churning, the same.
“You really have to get a boyfriend or something.” He stalks towards the foot of your bed, reaching ghostly white fingers between your legs to switch the toy off, “This noise is so annoying.”
“Are you offering?”
He sniffles, bringing his fingers up to his nose to wipe the nonexistent snot away. The action is self serving, an excuse to get a whiff of the slick that’s been plaguing his mind for weeks. Sunghoon has to make a conscious effort to not roll his eyes back, “Please, I don’t meddle with humans.”
The measly excuse only makes you laugh, “And yet.”
Sunghoon scoffs but he keeps his eyes on you, “They forced me to come here.”
“I’m sorry to hear that.” He doesn’t think he’s heard someone sound less sincere in their life, keen on watching you spread your legs in his direction, eyes tracing the way your folds glimmer underneath the teeniest sliver of moonlight leaking through your window, “I’m sure I can make it worth your while.”
Sunghoon raises a perfectly groomed brow in your direction, “Don’t you have any shame?”
You size him up where he stands, eyes falling into the lower half of his body where a bulge is beginning to tent the silky white pants he’s wearing, you swear if you squint you can see a small wet patch where the tip of his cock is straining against. You reach the ball of your foot to press against it, “Don’t you?”
He groans and represses a whine in his throat but doesn’t pull away. If anything you feel him press up against it, watch his head loll back as his hips roll against the plane of your foot, humiliation twisting his pretty features as he keeps a slow pace.
He’s fighting this, that much is clear. Stuck between wanting to adhere to the puritan Angel code of conduct while his body burns to feel more. Lucky for him, you’re burning too, have been for the past couple of hours. The feeling alone is enough to have you pulling away, seeing the confusion in his eyes morph into relief as you shuffle off the mattress to kneel at his feet.
To compare this to the nymphs and fae of the underworld would be a crime, in his experience they always act in self interest, pleasing him only to get something in return. You’ve dropped to your knees of your own volition, nuzzled yourself up against his clothed cock just to feel the weight of it against your face.
Hours of teasing your body has left you dopey, too needy to be anything but sincere and it’s fraying the few threads that are keeping him together. The final string unravels when you drag your hot tongue along the silk cloth of his bottoms. Material strained to hug his weeping tip, just translucent enough for you to find his slit and swipe your tongue against it.
His breath stammers and you’re already looking up at him through your lashes when he gathers the courage to peer down at you. You flatten your tongue against him with the intention of making him reach a point of no return, “We can help each other.”
Your hand reaches to palm him, keeping your touch delicate—tantalizing, “Let me make you feel good, yeah?”
He nods before his brain can process the words, fueled by the promise of feeling you without the barrier of his sodden bottoms. The cold air of your room pricks his skin in the most delicious way, especially with the contrast of your warm breath ghosting his shaft. Ignoring the tip and veins in favor of beginning lower, pushing his throbbing cock against his navel to suck on his balls.
A nasty task you make sure to take your time with, swirling and drooling over the sack and watching them raise into themselves with each debauched drag of your tongue, giggling to yourself as you move your way up coating him in your spit and lazily pumping what's out of reach. Watching his tummy tighten as you finally find the kindness to part your lips around his cock.
Engulfing him in a dizzying wet heat that pushes his hips forward involuntarily. A hum of approval thrums around his length and he can’t stop himself from doing it again, and again, and again. Till the cluster of nerves lining the head of his cock is slamming against the back of your throat. Egged on by your wet lashes, the strings of drool running down your chin, and they way you pull him close as he chases his release, burying your nose into the trimmed tuft of hair that pools at the base of his cock.
“Fuck, I—”
“Mmhmmm.”
The vibrations send a jolt of electricity up his spine, floods a pool of warm cum down your throat that spills past the corners of your lips. Sunghoon doesn’t give you enough time to recover as he pulls you up on your feet, cradles your face with newfound curiosity and slips his tongue past your lips to get a taste of himself on your tongue.
It should feel nasty and gross but when he groans at the bitterness you let flow into his mouth a tension coils in your abdomen, pebbling your skin when he holds you by the neck so he can lap up the gooey ribbons that spilled past the corners of your lips.
There’s a glossy coat to his eyes that makes the ache between your thighs throb. He’s surprisingly calm when he asks you to lay down, ridding himself of the last of his clothes as you settle on your bed.
Your legs part instinctively and he dips his elbows into the mattress to come face to face with your sopping heat, “Hmmm, you humans are—” He takes two fingers to pull your folds apart, lewdly marveling at your cunt, “Different.” An icy cold hand soothes over your exposed thighs, playing with the weight of your flesh under his palm, “Much warmer too.” The examination makes you squirm and he can’t help but be intrigued by your reaction, “Now you’re shy?”
Heat creeps up your neck and bleeds into your face, “‘s embarrassing.”
Fingers spread you further apart, blowing into your pussy just to watch some wetness leak out. He gathers it up with the pad of his thumb, messing it over your aching clit, “Looks like you like it.” Your thighs try to push together in self preservation but he stops them from closing, looking a little defeated as he soothes circles into the soft lining of your skin, “You said we’d help each other feel good, right?”
All you can muster up is a dumbed out nod, sighing out in relief when he hooks your legs over his shoulders, barely giving you time to brace yourself as his tongue skims across your wet slit. In a long broad stroke that sends your mind reeling. Clumsy and exploratory, tracing along the tender flesh to see what garners the best reaction.
The beat of your pulse dances on the tip of his tongue and he savors every second of it. Saliva runs down his chin from how messy he’s being. Repeatedly parting your lips till he works up enough courage to slip a finger inside, finding no resistance. Just the hunger to feel the heat swallow his cock, the thought alone jerks his hips into your plush duvet, starts an agonizing rut that doesn't bring any sort of relief.
On the bright side you seem to be enjoying yourself, having no problem in sucking in the digits till you meet with the balls of his knuckles, hips writhing when he pulls out with no hurry, angling his fingers so they catch on your g-spot on their way out.
He’s stringing you along, teasing enough to have your back arch off the mattress. He splays his free hand on your tummy to keep you still, pressing just below your belly button as he attaches to your swollen clit. Sucking to accompany the lazy drag of his fingers to have your breath hitch, hear that broken quiver in your voice when you warn him that you’re close, so close.
A hum thrums against your heat and finally brings you to the release you’ve been chasing all night. Reactively smothering his face between your thighs till the sparks finish washing over. Sunghoon is panting when you let him come up for air but he’s got a smile on his face, lazy, thankful, a little hopeful. With a teeny glint behind his iris that’s pleading for you to allow him to string something else out of you.
Sunghoon shuffles off the bed and onto his feet, towering over where you lay as he begins to palm his cock, “Can you do it again?” He white knuckles his base and you watch a fresh bead of pre trickle down his shaft, “On me this time?”
He throbs in his grasp and you can only lick your lips at the sight, milky white skin even all over except for where his head glows a bright shade of pink. Glossy from all the slight grazes but agitated more than anything, burning in his grasp from not being able to touch himself properly.
When you nod, his grip circles around your ankles, moving you to the edge and not giving you enough time to prep for the weight of his cock on you. Tacking it against your slicked up cunt to watch the way your folds immediately part around him. A warm welcome that has both of you wincing at the contact, furrows a deep crinkle in between his thick brows.
He pushes all the way up till he grazes against your pounding clit, savoring the hitch in your breath, how the remnants of your cockiness evaporate with each pull back. Leaving you a writhing mess as he continues to fuck himself against your pussy. Unhurried and sensual drags that run your arousal down the seam of his balls. In one of his pull backs the head of his cock catches against your entrance and you decide that enough is enough.
Too far gone to hide the shiver in your devastated plea, “Please, please.”
He runs a hand down the sides of your legs just to feel the pebbled skin. There’s no real warning or a tell, just a shift in his pelvis that pushes the tip of his cock into your sopping heat, “This?” Every muscle in his body locks but he keeps his tone cool, a deep teasing whisper that serves to taunt as he shallowly rolls in, just enough to have you repeatedly stretching open to accommodate him, “This what you want?”
Your pulse pounds in your ears but it’s not enough to drown out the sound of his voice. You fight the lump in your throat, restoring the dryness in your mouth, and just as you’re about to let something out he sinks himself all the way in. To the hilt as he falters on the backs of your thighs, mind entering a depraved haze as your gummy walls flutter around his cock.
Whatever hopes he had of returning to Heaven disintegrate as he grinds into where you two meet. A deviant smirk pulls at his lips, just enough to showcase a bright canine that you feel drag against your jawline, up into the shell of your ear where it sinks in lightly. You clench at the feeling and the heat of his faint laughter warms you from the inside out, “Feels so good when you do that.”
Hips draw back on their own but this time he basks in the slow push, working you open in a languid thrust that knocks the air out of your lungs. He watches your mouth gape with stars in his eyes, hissing into the heated skin of your neck as he ducks to place a kiss there, “Juust like that.”
You nod but it's more of a mindless doze, whatever gets him to keep his pace because he’s pressing up against your sensitive cluster of nerves so perfectly, like he was molded to fuck you. You’re below suppressing your noises for him now, left in a limp puddle of whimpers and strangled noises beneath him.
Legs meet with a sticky slap every time he plunges into you and the atmosphere takes over. The dazed slur added to your words, the heady scent of sex mingling in the air. It all forces him to drive his weight into your poor cunt, landing into you with an obscene squelch over and over and over.
A light film of drool slicks up your neck but it’s hard to say who it belongs to at this point. Words are chopped with each of his thrusts, reduced to winded little rasps that get half muffled into your skin, “Gonna take it all, yeah?”
Words are lost on you, body resorting to locking around his shoulders, melting against him chest to chest as your walls cling around his cock for dear life. Needles drill into his lower back and prickle their way up his spine as his pace becomes erratic, chasing his high as he fucks you through yours.
With one final thrust he succumbs to his convulsions, over exerted body twitching and trembling with each rope of cum he shoots into your heat. His vision may be a little fuzzed out but he can still hear, still focus entirely too much on the sound of his cum bubbling out of your spent pussy as you milk him for everything he’s worth.
You feel him nose into your cheek when you don’t say anything for too long, like a pup who’s afraid he’s roughhoused too much, relief evident in the shaky sigh he lets out when he hears a weak giggle leave your lips. You turn your head to face him but you only manage to stare up in quiet awe, trying to formulate a coherent thought when a stern voice pipes from your window, “Feedings over.”
You turn first and spot the silhouette of your beloved Jakey, but he’s not wearing the usual dopey smiley he dawns each time he stops to visit you. His features darkened up, picking his cuticles raw as he focuses on you under Sunghoon, legs still keeping his body flush against yours, “The two of you have fun?”
