Ramadhan Mubarak to all my muslim moots righ here! let's celebrate this month in safety and peace. may Allah grant our wishes and accepts our fasts, duas and prayers!🌙♥️
I changed my mind (and I may again) and I kinda wanna do Felix and rin. Do you still wanna be tagged? 🥺
I do, but I want to apologize in advance, it looks like I'm gonna miss some of the stories later. just about to do a little hiatus since Ramadhan is starting today, but I'm sure I'll catch up when I come here. thanks Mako!!!
hey Mako! I actually feel a bit upset today, something happened and ruined my mood. but I had my dinner already so I think it helped me to have my mood back, and I'm fine right now.
and how are you? I hope you are doing good and your allergies subside!!! please stay healthy 🤍
soaked in rain; soaked with love (given by enhypen)
outline◦coming home soaked in hot tears and cold, shivering rain, you feel lucky to be alive on such a day as this; love and warmth soaking you in their embrace instead.
pairing◦established relationships (what the relation is, is up to you), hurt to comfort.
word count ◦2,257 - warnings◦mild angst.
notes: an oddly specific request from a good friend. i hope youre happier, @stinkoscope. take care.
feeling as if death was pulling you back, you pushed forward into the apartment, weakly announcing your presence and being welcomed with a stunning silence. your voice hadn't reached, and it wasn't like anyone should be awake this late.
arriving home, drenched from head to toe, rain clinging onto you as if you were its only lifeline, with no one to greet you was beyond saddening. your heart already hurt from the events of today, stress boiling in you like a pressure cooker, and you felt yourself about to burst.
you stood at the door for moments longer, eyes heavier by the second. should you head to the bathroom first, or sit down for a bit? god, your head hurt like mad, your eyes were fuzzy. you weren't sure if it was the rain getting in or if you were sobbing without realising it.
you silently walked over to the kitchen, where the only source of light illuminated the dark apartment. its orange hue accompanying the slap of your wet socks, creating a noise that made you smile tiredly, only for your eyes to burn further, tears seeping down your cheeks in a trail. you lift your head up from the floor to meet eye-to-eye with jay, who's holding a glass of water in his hands, a mouthful already halfway down his throat.
his eyes widened when he realised yours were teary and red, nevermind the fact that you were completely drenched and could get sick if you stood there even a second longer. "hey, what happened?" he asked, gently guiding you to one of the apartments closest bathrooms, asking you to take a hot shower while he prepared everything else. your heart felt itself crack at the utter tenderness of his words, nodding along to anything he said. "i promise we'll take care of you" he smiled as he shut the door behind you, leaving you to the steam of the bathroom.
you moved around automatically, mind hazy; too tired to process that you're already done and putting on the clothes jay left on the shut toilet seat. you felt more exhausted, the heat of the water untensing your sore muscles.
as soon as you left the bathroom, you saw a hazy jungwon brighten up and move from the wall to you, hugging you so tightly you felt the whole worlds love collide with your chest. tears pricked your eyes once again. a feeling of warmth spread across you, your cheeks facing the consequences of a different type of rain. jungwon pulled you tighter for a second, then pulled back to wipe your pains away. a soft, knowing look on his face, and gentle caresses of your cheeks. "c'mon" he pulled you along by your hand.
sunoo was sitting at the dinner table, visibly glowing despite having been woken up only a second ago. the 'sun' in his name really proving itself everytime, without fail. he smiled, patting the chair beside him.
jungwon let you go after making sure you were seated and comfortable, leaving you with the personification of a childhood spring. "you must be hungry, right?" sunoo teased, lifting a spoonful of food to your mouth. "i can eat myself, it's alright sunnie" but he wasn't having any of it.
he pouted, telling you how they want to show you the love you always give, and that you're too tired and should let people take care of you once in a while. "now, open your mouth" he scolded gently, his head tilting downwards as you accepted defeat. he chuckled again, nodding gladly. "what was your day like?" he asked.
and for a sudden moment, you felt everything bad halt in its steps. how was your day? what happened? it was bad, right? difficult and tiring. demanding you to bow down and shiver just at the thought of it. but, how was your day?
you thought about it as you chewed, sunoos patience being endless. "it was…" he nodded along, wanting to hear every detail, no matter how small. "tiring"
he smiled softly, uninterrupted, urging you to continue. but you didn't want to, and he knew you'd rather not dwell, no matter how much you wanted to yell it out and rant about it. "well, guess what sunghoon did today" your eyes blinked for a few seconds, entertaining.
sunoo ranted to you the longest spiel about how sunghoon had rummaged through his closet, messing up the place and ruining the meticulous order sunoo had put everything in. how jay had somehow—for the first time ever, he emphasised—made something inedible. how riki had energised the dance practice, how jungwon was such a responsible leader today, how jake described his walk with layla, how heeseung short-circuit his pc, how the game he played today was totally rigged as he put it, how the sun looked beautiful.
he went on about how the cafe he visited last week had a new pastry he bought you this afternoon, how he saw this funny looking cat by the neighbours window, how the leaves fall so colourful, how near spring is and how he's unabashedly excited about the blossoms.
he went on and on until you were smiling. still tired, yes, but genuinely smiling. how you laughed at his passionate storytelling and how you almost choked on one of your bites as you did. and how, when you were full, jake had winked along over to pull you away.
ah, jake. he looked as energetic as ever. how he did it so late into the night, you didn't understand, but it wasn't a topic of discussion when he pulled you in roughly for a warm hug; encasing you completely. you didn't react at first, the movement having been so sudden and unexpected. "i missed you" he muttered happily, swinging your hug side-to-side, a giggle slowly erupting from his lungs and bouncing off of your chests, making you laugh too.
"i missed you, too" you reciprocated, a quiet fondness laced in your words. his hug became tighter, now one of his hands moved up from your back to mess with your hair, knotting it before you'd even had a chance to lay in bed. you laughed a little more, your face warming up and your heart bursting happily.
jake pulled back with a satisfied smile, ruffling your hair a last time and patting your shoulder as he sat you down on the couch. "hello there" you heard a familiar voice ask sleepily.
you turned to see sunghoon sitting lazily, eyes still a little unfocused, which made you chuckle. "hello" you whispered back, your voice a little raspy. you cleared your throat just when sunghoon had awkwardly leaned closer, laying the weight of his side on yours and holding your hand. your shoulder felt another weight, his head, plopping softly. you smiled.
a few minutes passed, the two of you sitting in the quiet drone of the buildings electricity, minds far away in their own worlds. sunghoon sighed, his thumb moving to caress the back of your hand. "i'm tired" he announced, earning a snort from you at his sudden confession. but you yawned, and he yawned back, like a secret message. "yeah, me too" you sighed.
sunghoon begrudgingly got up when heeseung plopped himself next to you, a cheeky grin on his face. you could tell he hadn't slept yet, probably secretly playing league on sunoos pc while his was getting fixed. you gave him a knowing look, and an imaginary sweatdrop formed above his head. "don't tell sunoo" he pleaded in a hushed tone, looking around the living room as if sunoo would pounce at him any second. you laughed at his antics, asking "how did you even ruin your pc like that" to which he explained his stupid mistakes to you in ridiculous detail, as if you were the person who was about to fix it for him.
you laughed at his imitation of the events, stifling it with a hand to your mouth in fear of being too loud. "that's so stupid" you teased at a particular event, to which heeseung smiled sheepishly at you, "well, in my defence, i was distracted" he tried arguing, but he knew you were right. he'd even called himself out on it earlier, slapping his forehead dramatically at his jumbled mind.
when riki finally announced his presence from the jingle of his keys and the unlocking of the front door, heeseung got up. he didn't forget to leave a few pats on your head, ruffling it a little before leaving.
"____~" riki called out teasingly. "i'm home~" he had just gotten back from dance practice, a duffle bag being set down right by the door as he ran up to you, opening his arms just as he stood in front of you. "welcome ho–" he cut you off by falling on top of you, all of his weight laid on as if he was some sort of human blanket. "riki!" you called out, attempting to push him off through your laughter. this boy needs to stop eating so many vitamins.
he laughed, getting up a little to fix his position so he wasn't suffocating you. he refused to leave you, however, adopting his weighted blanket role quite seriously. "did you even shower, yet?" you asked, slapping his back playfully. "nah" you felt him shake his head.
"oh, gross, go shower." your comment was lighthearted, but riki couldn't help but be overdramatic about it.
as he pushed himself up, he said, "you can just say you hate me" before scuttling off with a circus of devilish giggles following behind him. "i never said that!" you laughed, shaking your head.
you were alone, now. slumped against the couch in the quiet of whatever noises remained in your bubble. your breathing slowed, taking in the night and its previous events. your heart was heavy with a joyful love, asking you how it felt. you chuckled to yourself, hands moving to rub your face, wondering if you were in a dream.
you were very much awake, as the loud snoring of one of the boys suddenly echoed throughout the apartment to ground you. you smiled.
you had felt your world grow, reminding you how loved and cared for you are by the people you called home. how the flutters they caused and the hectic nature they brew wasn't any false hope.
the silent waves of the trust and unburdenment of your shoulders and past events came crashing down in a hug of fate, telling you with each wave and its crash, how loved and how loved and how loved you are. how could you deny the overabundance of proof? how could you deny each delicate charm gifted to you by every person who has loved you today?
you couldn't bring yourself to do it anymore. you heaved a sigh, admitting the defeat of tenderness that had been handed to you in so many different versions.
i love you, so ill show it through this change of clothes. i love you, let me wipe your tears and hug you for a moment. i love you, and ill feed you when you're too tired to do it yourself, even if you insist otherwise. i love you, let me hide you away between my ribs, let me tuck you there so i'm always sure you're safe, so i can keep you close and show you, you, from my eyes. i love you, but i don't know how to show it, and i know you don't like a big fuss of it, so let me hold your hand and breathe the same air as you. i love you, so i'll tell you good jokes and funny stories to see the smile i yearn for so deeply on your face, and the laughter that will cleanse your lungs from the debris of today. i love you, and i'll tease you and joke and crush you in my embraces to prove it.
i'll be brash and reckless if it makes you smile. i'll dig up the earth and plant every flower known to man if it made you happy. let me make you trust me, and i'll hold your burdens and mow away your worries.
we may not understand one another, sometimes, but i'll love you and i know you'll do the same. let me hold your hands even if they're bloody and rotten, because we can always find a cold stream to wash away all mine and your terrible. let me love you, despite despite despite.
despite my sins and your disappointment, despite how heavy we are, but i'll work harder to carry you. we are not meant to be left behind, and even if we ever separate, i'll ask around for you. i'll tell them, "that is my love, carry them with the utmost tenderness" i will say "let them carry you, too. do not make them feel untrustworthy, let them hold your burdens as you have with theirs"
when i lay in the grass, looking at the clouds, i see you. i see you in the flowers that sprinkle this field, and in the bird song that wows my ears. i see you and i think, "i don't think i want to die anymore" and i think "how wonderful it is to be alive, please forgive me for forgetting"
this is home, you think. so you get up with every comfort of your own being and head to a sleepy bed who holds your warmth for another rainy day.
Summary: Heeseung tries his best to be patient while waiting for you to come home but things took a turn once he finds your new lingerie set thrown on the bed. Feeling so frustrated, he gives up and decides to solve his own problem when you tell him that you're too busy with work. Unfortunately, no matter what he does he can't get there, so he there sits trying to find another solution and figures just the thing to get you home in no time. Would it be so bad if he had sent you a needy pic, even though he knows he was forbidden to do that?
You rushed out of your professor's room without a second thought, phone in one hand as you tapped on Heeseung's name furiously.
It was a long way to your car since the university you studied was really big, you were out of breath– panting for that matter when he picked it up.
"Babe.." Heeseung whined, "Fuck, I'm so sorry.." his shaky breath coming out as he spoke. Fuck, he sounded so needy.
"You know what I'm gonna do to you when I get there right?" You hissed on your phone, quickly throwing your stuff on the backseat of your car.
"Shit.." his breath hitched, "Will you at least let me cum?" He was panting against your ear, voice coming out so husky.
"Depends, will you be a good boy until I come?"
"Fuck y/n I can't wait–"
"Heeseung!" Since when he got so bold? He crossed his line today, you thought to yourself.
"Fuck, okay..." He sighed in frustration, he knew he made you angry, he knew he crossed the line.
"Can i at least continue jerking mys-"
"What do you think?"
"Please just this once–"
"Guess you don't wanna cum today huh Hee?"
"Fuck, no I'm sorry okay? I'll do anything you want, just get here quick baby please." He begged, oh the things you would give to just see him like that.
Heeseung wasn't much of a begger, he liked to be dommed yes and he often let you do that but was a total pain in the ass. He was an untamed brat, except times like this.
"Fine." You replied before throwing your phone on the seat next to you, wanting to be there as fast as possible too.
You cursed to your nerdy brain for thinking it would be a nice opportunity to work as an assistant for one of your professors this summer, now you had mountains of piled up work with a horny boyfriend waiting for you at home.
Not like you aren't as horny, your inner voice reminded you, bringing back the thoughts of you riding your boyfriend's dick as he begged you with his whiny voice.
Shit, you were getting wet.
"How did I end up here?" You murmured to yourself, unable to control your frustration. It was all on him, he broke one of your rules.
But let's rewind a little bit now shall we? Just to see how much he actually fucked up.
It was a peaceful afternoon for both Heeseung and you, until he finished early that day and asked for permission to go home instead of staying for extra to practice some more on his dancing, like he usually did.
He hasn't been able to stay with you or visit you for a couple of weeks due to his hectic schedule lately, so it was safe to say he missed you– maybe a little too much.
"Babe, I'm home." Heeseung exclaimed cheerfully as he got into your flat, assuming you were home.
Receiving no response, he figured that you were probably still busy with the school stuff. Wanting to spend some time with you since he finally had the chance, he took his phone and texted you, asking when we're you going to be done with work.
And of course, he didn't forget to attach the cute selca he just took for you, knowing how much you liked him sweaty after the intense practice.
Heeseung
hey babe, look who's home?
But the poor thing didn't know just how busy you were, buried in work so much that you didn't even have the privilage to check your phone.
Seeing you not returning to his message sas fast he expected, he headed towards your shared bedroom, thinking maybe he could relax a little. He really missed sleeping in his own bed after all, not to mention how much he missed sleeping with you.
Just as he was about to jump on the bed and make himself comfortable, he noticed the undergarments that were thrown recklessly on your side of the bed– almost missing them due to the sheets that were covering them.
You were a messy one and yes you often run late to work, but no matter what condition, you valued underclothings. It was like an obsession of yours.
Although you weren't exactly wearing anything that could possibly show them, they had to match with your outside clothes, so choosing the right pair could turn into hell sometimes, and today was one of those days.
It was weird, true, but he found it cute about you.
He smiled to himself as he leaned to pick your panties, expecting it to be one of your cute hello kitty ones.
Oh yes, you also had an hello kitty obsession, a kind of unhealthy one if he had to be honest.
But what he had in his hold was something literally the opposite, he hadn't seen this one before. With big doe eyes he lifted up the lower part of your newly bought lingerie, trying to figure out since when you were into this kind of stuff.
Well maybe– just maybe, you wanted to surprise him when he returned home, and yes maybe you wanted to do it with a newly bought lingerie.
Fine, maybe you missed him a little too much too.
But little did you know that this small event of fate was enough to fuel Heeseung's pent up sexual frustration, adding the fact that he hasn't been able to touch you for a considerable amount of long time, he now was having an outburst of testosterone.
Fuck, you would look so great in these. Dressed up like a good girl, only for him.
He groaned in defeat against his own imagination, feeling himself starting to harden, you had to come home early today, he missed you too much.
Falling on his back on the bed, he picked up his phone from the sheets, looking to see if you replied him yet.
"No answers yet, is she busy?" He whispered to himself, the lingerie next to his head drawing his attention again.
"Fuck." he sighed, he didn't think he could wait, he needed something right now.
Closing his eyes, he let his hands travel down to the inside of his boxers. He let out a soft moan when he felt his cold fingertips around his sensitive shaft.
Then, he began to pump himself slowly, although without your lips it felt pretty dry he could still feel his erection growing painfully by the second. This wasn't gonna be enough, he needed you.
He took a deep breath, trying to imagine his hands as yours. Your pretty hands wrapped around his cock as you kissed his neck and lips, telling him how much you wanted him, how badly you needed him.
Fuck, He would kill to have you like that right now.
Just then, he felt his phone buzzing on the sheets, with a rush of excitement he quickly picked it up, hoping to see you say that you were on your way home.
Y/n
Baby, I'm sorry :(
The professor wants me to grade the exam sheets, I think I'll be late today.
He huffed in dissatisfaction, fingers typing a fast response to convince you, he couldn't wait anymore, not when he was like this.
Heeseung
Can't you bring them?
I can help you if you want.
Y/n
Nope, I don't think I can carry them all :(
There are just so many yk?
I'm lucky if I'll be able to finish half of them today.
"Ahh!" He threw his phone back on the bed as he got up in discomfort, his growing bulge was killing him. He had to do something else, something that you would care more than the stupid exam sheets.
He never felt so needy, so desperate to be touched and he wasn't the patient type. He wanted you there, right fucking now.
But he knew you were busy, he knew he had to respect.
He sit back on the bed in defeat, eyes falling onto his growing problem.
He had to cum, he needed to finish himself off.
Cursing out a short paragraph, he spat on his hand and smeared it over the length of his cock, once again beginning to pump himself.
All he could think was you in that damn lingerie, taking his cock as you rode him. Was that too much to ask?
He imagined you swaying your hips on top of his, bouncing on his cock as he watched himself disappear inside your wet pussy deliciously.
"Fuck, y/n." He moaned, pacing up his rhythm.
He wanted to cream your pussy, he wanted to watch his seeds leak out of you because of how tight you were. He wanted to feel your orgasm mixing with his around his cock, you took him so well all the time.
It was almost like you made sure to give him the best view he's ever seen every time he layed his hands on you.
He could almost hear your whiny moans as he continued to jerk himself off and feel the way you dig your nails into the back of his neck, all the while you desperately moaned his name like that was the only word you know.
He loved when you praised him, telling him how fucking great he made you feel. Fuck, he could be so good to you right now. He would eat you out, he would fuck you until his body physically couldn't go on anymore.
But here he was, having no company other than his two hands, which weren't helping him get exactly where he wanted. Groaning, got up on his elbows, searching for something to use in order to increase his pleasure.
Shit, he had an idea.
It was a really lame one, a super embarrasing one too, but he was not in a position to give a single damn about pride. So, teething his lower lip guiltily, he reached his hand to grab the mentioned lingerie from where it was laying on your silky sheets.
He looked at it inside his palm, tilting his head to a side. It felt really soft, so much softer than your hello kitty ones. But testing the quality of your new purchase wasn't really his primer interest for now, since he was wondering about other more important things, like if you've worn it before.
Biting his inner cheeks, he said fuck it and brought it to his nose, hoping to hear your scent.
And yeah, it smelled just like you, heavenly yet intoxicating.
He gritted his teeth as he bit on the material, closing his eyes as his hands turned back to pumping his length. He was so desperate, he just wanted to fuck you already.
His high was just around the corner, but he knew he wasn't going to be reaching it unless he felt your tight walls around him.
Giving himself a few more pumps, he took his phone back, already regretting what he was about to do.
When the hell did he become such a needy brat?
Shaking his head, he focused on the camera intead. He had to do what he gotta to bring you home, which acquired a pretty dick pic as of the moment.
Making sure that he got the best angle, he hit the button on the corner and took a picture of his hands wrapped around his cock, his precum leaking from his swollen tip with you lingerie laying on his thighs.
Taking a deep breath, he tapped on the screen to send it to you, feeling his heart beating out of his chest.
You guys had one deal, no nudes during work.
It wasn't that hard but fuck it, he was too needy to think about it right now.
He groaned as he felt his phone starting to buzz inside his palms, with a shy smile he answered to your call.
"Babe.. Fuck, I'm so sorry."
And that's why you were on your way home right now, in the middle of your job. At least your house was not that far.
It was around 7 pm when you arrived home, yanking the door open as you called Heeseung's name.
After getting in with a rush, you headed towards your bedroom– where his voice came from, finding a half naked Heeseung. He was sitting on the bed, head hanging low like a kid waiting to be punished.
Cute, you thought, too bad you weren't gonna care about it.
You walked towards him and stopped right in front of him, your gaze burning a hole inside his chest.
"Before you say anything I can exp–"
You snapped away the panties in his hold, noticing it was a part of the new lingerie you bought recently.
"Do you know why I bought this?"
"For me?" He asked shyly, trying to hide his smile.
"Good. So you can understand things."
"Look y/n–"
"We had one rule Heeseung, just one.." you grabbed his jaw. Fuck, you were so hot. He couldn't wait for you to absolutely ruin him.
"Do you remember what happened when the last time you did this?"
"I do,, I'm sorry."
"That didn't stop Mrs. Simons from hitting on you in front of me did it?"
What a bitch, you thought, she was the owner of the small boutique you worked at last summer.
She was all over your boyfriend until you had enough and placed a well deserved slap on her face before leaving, making sure her husband learnt what kind of a slut he was married to in the mean time.
She was disrespectful enough to take your phone and look at the messages your boyfriend sent to you and for her luck it was one of the days Heeseung felt particularly naughty.
"But baby no one saw it this time." Heeseung's needy voice broke your flashbacks, his hands slowly rubbing the sides of your thighs.
You looked at him, taking in how breathtakingly handsome he was. His sun kissed skin was glowing gloriously under the dim lights and unfortunately, his firm abdomen was doing one hell of a job at distracting you from your main point, his punishment.
He knew how strong his affect was on you, you loved being the one in control, you loved him being obedient at times like this, so he was gonna play his role perfectly.
Until he had you on his cock anyways, that's when he was gonna fuck you like there's no tomorrow.
He took your hand– that was hanging empty by your side and began to place soft kisses on your fingers before trailing them down on his chest down to his abdomen, making you feel his firm packs. He was paying more attention to his body lately and the least you could say was, it was paying off.
You let him kiss you and allowed him to pull you on his lap as he caressed the sides of your thighs. His lips were as soft as always, moving so sweetly against yours.
It's been weeks since you felt him, therefore it wouldn't be a lie to say that you were just as pent up as he was. With a sudden moment of weakness, you let out a moan, feeling overwhelmed by his tongue that just swiped along your lower lip.
Seconds later, he was conquering the inside of your mouth, since you didn't even bother to fight over dominance and let him win.
Good, he thought, you were getting where he wanted you to be.
Taking your moment of fragility as a chance ,he lifted your skirt, palcing his big palms on the softness of your ass, pushing you down on his aching bulge.
"Nah ah, not that fast." You whispered as you broke the kiss, ruining his sneaky plans.
As much as he knew you, you knew him too.
You get down on your knees, knowing that it was his favorite sight after a long day, which always worked getting you whatever you wanted.
What could he say? He was in love with the way his cock fitted perfectly in your mouth and the way you kept your eyes locked with his as you bobbed your head up and down on his length, taking him all in the most attractive way.
"Shit." He breathed lowly for already letting his imagination get the best of him, only took you a simple movement to do that.
He could've just let you play with him all you want at this point, he just wanted to cum.
You brushed your fingers on his length, applying just a little bit of pressure to gain a moan from his pretty lips.
"That's where you want me right?" You asked, looking at him with your glowy-puppy eyes. He wanted to make love to the way your sound came out so dominant, making him wanna get on his knees and beg for you.
"Yes." He nodded slowly, his big doe eyes never leaving you.
"But you don't need me isn't that correct?" You got up, looking down on him with a quirked eyebrow.
"You got your right hand perfecty fit for the job, right Heeseung?"
Fuck, he hated this. He hated your smart-ass refusing to help him all the while pushing all the blame on him. He missed you, so what?
He eyed you up and down, there was only one question left for him to answer: His honor or his cock? Well, he sighed, that was an easy question to answer while you were standing right in front of him with that mini skirt.
"I need you, please baby I need you so bad." And with that he was all on begging mode, pleading like pathetic sub."Please help me."
His voice came out so weak that you couldn't belive he was doing this only to get you on his cock, desperate bastard you thought, it was working though.
"You didn't seem like you were in need of my help when you sent me that picture."
He sighed, you wanted to be stubborn today it seemed, so be it, he was equally needy.
"Okay listen.." He wore his playful smirk, ghosting his fingers on your arm "...let's make a deal hm?"
"What deal?"
"A one that will help you get your revenge on me, for breaking our rule.." He continued intertwining his fingers with yours, "..So I'm thinking how about you take your anger out of me out on me the same way, instead of giving me damn blue balls right now, how does that sound?" He pulled you on his lap, slowly rubbing your thighs.
Fuck, that was hot.
Focus on the deal y/n, you thought, breath and f o c u s.
"So you're offering me to send you nudes while you're at work?"
"Basically, yes."
"How exactly is that–" you stopped in mid–sentence realizing he was right, this was the best way to make him nuts.
You knew they were already getting ready for their next comeback and since he was here right now, there was a high chance he wouldn't be able to in the following weeks– meaning perfect time for you to tease him with your 'naughty pictures.'
Your eyes glowed as you grinned, "Okay, deal."
He smiled in satisfaction, leaning in to finally capture your lips for a long-waited hungry kiss.
"Now can we please fuck?" He whispered as he broke the kiss, playing with the hem of your shirt.
You chuckled and removed the piece of useless clothing that was bothering him on the floor, "Easy tiger.." you pecked his lips, "We'll get there."
His skillful hands found their way to your bra just after your shirt was removed, easily unclasping it as he spoke,"True.." He breathed against your mouth, "First I need the get a taste of you anyways." he said, turning you around with a swift move, holding your head on the mattress with his hand on your neck. Your ass was perfectly sticking out now, giving him a full view of how wet you are.
"I've been starving for enough already."
You absolutely loved how fast Heeseung could adjust into things and how successful he was at applying it in your sex life as well.
"Y/n fuck, I'm close." Heeseung's deep groan came under the pillow he was currently biting into, as an attempt to stop himself from bucking his hips up and pound into your pretty pussy.
Although this was the third time of him saying that he was closing to his high tonight, he hadn't even came once, all because of a simple reason—you didn't let him.
The guy who ate you out and made you came shaking all over his tongue an hour ago was nowhere to be seen right now, as he was busy with begging to you, asking you to not stop.
"Fuck, please y/n don't stop please I'm so close!" His needy voice was muffled up with the pillow he used to calm himself down— which was actually not working, as he ended up bucking up ever so often.
You smiled and reached up to remove the pillow from his hold, meeting with a flustered, panting Heeseung. Stunning, you thought.
He looked absolutely breathtaking underneath you, his swollen red lips were covered with the mixture of his saliva and your orgasm from earlier of that night, his cheeks were flushed red and his hair was sticking to his forehead due to sweat.
You rocked your hips against his once more, grinding as strongly as you could.
"Y/n fuck.." He grunted, nails digging into the sheets next to him.
"Please let me.." He begged once more, his voice was barely audible. It fueled some things inside of you as you continued to sway your hips against his with the same rhythm.
You leaned in, intertwining your fingers with his "Let you what baby?" You teased, brushing your lips against his swollen ones.
This was one time of a thing and you were gonna take everything you could from him.
"Let m-me cum please." He moaned into your mouth, placing a needy kiss on your lips, it was so sloppy but that's what made it even more hotter to you.
"Fuck you fell so good." Heeseung threw his head back, totally giving into you and your hips that worked magic on his cock, he could beg over and over again just to be used by you.
Tempted by the amount of exposed skin on his neck, you wrapped your hands around his throat, making him groan while applying pressure to the sides.
You weren't sure whether if it was out of pleasure or discomfort since you never tried choking him before, but judging by the expression on his face, it felt like you were going on the right track.
He took his bottom lip in between his teeth, hissing as you sucked the flesh of his skin, your hand keeping its place around his neck.
Your tongue trailed the line of his jaw, making him let out a breathy moan. His pretty lips parted only enough to let out the pretty sounds that he couldn't seem to contain within himself, he was completely fucked up.
He gasped when you increased the pressure around his throat, snapping his eyes open to lock them with yours, he didn't know why but he was enjoying this, maybe more than he should.
"Fuck, tighter please." He choked out, feeling so high due to his nearing orgasm.
You knew Heeseung could get really kinky, but choking? You never saw that coming. It turned you on so much that you couldn't help but to clench at the sight, making him moan even more with every rock of your hips, pacing up unintentionally.
Both of you were moaning messes by the time you came, grinding on each other to ride your highs. You basically collapsed on Heeseung as he wrapped his arms around your waist, placing wet kisses down the length of your neck.
You rested on top of him for a moment before falling back next to him, trying to catch your breath as you eyed him teasingly.
"Choking? You're into that?"
"Shut up." He pulled the pillow to hide his face, letting a shy chuckle fall from his lips.
Wait, he was not denying it? He was really into choking?
You let your hand travel up to get wrapped around his neck again, gaining an immediate reaction from him as he digged his nails into your forearm.
You could see the way his jaw was clenching as he bit into the pillow on his hold again, trying his best to not seem so needy. Poor thing, he was so desperate.
"Answer me." You whispered against his skin, leaving wet kisses along his ab lines, the hand on his neck traveling down to rub his hardening cock once more.
He moaned hastily when he felt your hand around him, pushing the pillow from off his face "Fuck, I'm getting hard again." He said.
"Heeseung?"
"Hm?"
"Answer my question." You repeated yourself, letting your tongue wet the tip of his throbbing cock.
He bucked up unintentionally, stealing a glance from you with a shy smile "Yes, okay? I'm into that."
You smirked in victory, getting your place on his lap, pushing him down before grinding your wet folds against his cock.
He was so hard, it made you hiss.
He placed his hands on the sides of your hips, pushing you more on his aching length.
You took his distraction as a chance to place your hands around his neck again, smiling to yourself as you watched him threw his head back.
You wanted to record him like that, Heeseung being your good kitten.
"Maybe we should get a collar for you." You cooed, playing with his dry lips. He opened his eyes to your words and for a second, you could swear that you saw them glistening, as he tried to hide his smile by biting on his lips.
"It would look so pretty on you."
"If you think so maybe we should." He replied, pulling you towards him, pressing his needy lips against yours.
No pride, no shame, he only cared about how you made him feel. He was already panting, there was no point of denying how much he liked it.
Putting all the shame aside, he broke the kiss, "Please fuck me again." He whined against your lips, since one time felt nowhere near enough for him.
"With pleasure."
--- bonus
It was rather a good day in the studio for Heeseung, although he just got out of practice and was panting with sweat running down his whole body.
Chugging down a bottle of cold water, he took his phone to see what time it was, not knowing that he was about to be played big time.
"Man, I can't feel my legs." Jake came next to him, wiping his sweat onto the towel around his neck.
"Yeah same." Heeseung replied, realizing you had sent him a trail of pictures along with a couple of text messages. He clicked on your name with curiosity, wondering what this was about, since you weren't the type to send pictures so often.
"Did she cut her hair or something?" Heeseung murmured lowly to himself.
Oh fuck, apparently that was not what you cut. Instead, you cut the excess amount of your clothes, sending him a perfect picture of your bare ass.
Along with your breasts and your pretty pussy, with your fingers in it.
Heeseung yelped as he quickly locked his screen, rushing out of the room as he called you.
You giggled when you saw his name, ah revenge, what a sweet thing you are, you thought while picking up his call.
"Baby.." you whined, "Fuck, I'm so sorry." You were panting, breathy moans escaping your lips. Fuck, he remembered the deal he offered.
"I fucking hate you so much for this, Jaeyun almost saw."
You bit your lips to not laugh out loud at the frustration on his voice, "I was gonna ask you if you could come home and help me but if you hate me.." you moaned loudly as you felt yourself coming undone, "Maybe I should handle it myself."
"Fuck, no!" Heeseung yelled, taking a deep breath as he checked if anyone heard him.
"Wait for me, I'll came no matter what tonight."
"Hm really?" You giggled as a another devilish idea came to your mind, "Should I sent you another picture to motivate you?" You pouted, knowing damn well you already ruined him.
Shit, he was starting to get hard.
"No, stop fingering yourself."
"Or?"
"Or I'll jerk myself off right here and you will get no cock tonight."
You sighed in defeat, what a jerk he was. "Fine, I'll be waiting." You scoffed, rolling your eyes.
"And y/n.."
"What?"
He smirked before speaking, living the happy feeling of finally having a chance to put that collar on you— his collar, that you've bought as a special gift for him.
this is my first time listening to this version and it's even more painful T_T
reminiscing my first music festival was her, it was 2018 when everything is still fine. her honey voice never fails to amaze me, she's so kind and so pretty. I always adore how she dresses herself, Nadin Amizah is one of my Indonesian favorite singers 😢
Let me be clear about this since it already started entering my ask the second he became legal in korea but i will not be writing smut or romantic stuff about Jungwon. I do not care that he is now legal (as of… like two weeks) and if you immediately started to write smut about him you should be ashamed because all that tells me is that you’d been sexualizing him in private and now can finally do it in public. I literally saw some people posting smut ON his birthday to “celebrate” it and these are people years older than him. He’s only a few months younger than me even and i still don’t feel comfortable writing it and you shouldn’t either! Don’t mention legal age universally to me because he is from korea and there he just barely became an adult. It is beyond easy to have him in your stories and works in a way that doesn’t sexualize him this early and I want you guys to keep an eye on the people writing for him right now because I guarantee they’ll do the same for riki. That’s all! Stop requesting smut with him
rules: post a screenshot of your lock screen photo, a screenshot of the last/current song listened to, as well as the last photo of a celebrity that you saved in your phone
I haven't done the software update, because I'm too lazy it takes a lot of time and I cannot wait :/ and I love the Jake photo, he looks so damn fine <3
thanks @mimikittysblog for tagging me!
and I'm tagging @seolboba @yoursjaeyun @soluvcore and anyone who wants to do it!
synopsis: Being a journalism major your goal was to make your mark in your school’s monthly magazine as a headliner on the front page, unfortunately, headlining columns usually consisted of superficial reviews for drama-fueling consumers. As the last resort to claim your position, you volunteered to write about the hardest issue you’d have to draft to date. Heeseung an oh-so-charming business major decided the only way he can break through with his proposal campaign is to prove he has the skills to sell anyone anything, even if it meant love. Heeseung promised he’d do anything if it meant a chance at a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. What happens when you try to lose a guy in thirty days, but he tries to make you love instead?
word count: 25.5k ( i’m so sorry) not proof read completely!
warnings/tags: collegeau, mutual pinning, comedyISH, suggestive at some parts (NOTHING CRAZY), slight angst, cursing, drinking, families are annoying, Y/N is kinda crazy idk LOL, lmk if I’m missing something!
author’s note: If you’ve seen the movie How to Lose a Guy in 10 days this fic is heavily influenced by it! AHHHHH. Ofc I modernized it and have changed the plot completely but many of the major points are reference to the movie. Lmk if you can catch some of the easter eggs hehe. Since this is a very very long fic I prob won’t be doing any long fics for a bit (im a liar tho) pls lmk what you think! I divided the fic into parts to easier navigate!! I was a little hesitant at first since this is an inspired fic but nonetheless im posting . >.< reblogs and likes are encouraged and I would love to see what y’all think! I read all comments and reblogs so pls leave me some feedback hehe, this has been one of my fav write ups so please enjoy <3
hey!! i really love ur writings and i was wondering if you could do jake texts message or smt like that? like everyday texts or anything you have in mind? thank you!!!
tysm <33 !! im glad that you do 💗!! here is your req :) !!
Synopsis: Jake is an incredibly hard working student who only ever wants to do his best. However when things start getting too much, he can’t find it in himself to confide his concerns with his friends. So with a suggestion to just take time and relax under the famous cherry blossom tree he finds comfort in another lonely soul like him, though somehow he also unpacked something he never would have expected. Something about that very tree he had grown attached to.
Warnings: Poor attempts at humor, Cursing, a fight, character death, mentions of suicide.
Word count: 7.5k words
A/N: Here we go! My first real fic on tumblr I guess! So excited for y’all to read it! A few things though there are a few pretty heavy themes and elements mentioned so be cautious and it might just be better if you don’t read it if it could affect you! Also this story was inspired by many things, like Hotel del Luna and funny enough Treasure’s horror web drama. Also I time jump a lot in this fic hope that doesn’t bother y’all and sorry or any plot holes. Lastly I made all the members of enhypen in the same year. Also this does not actually reflect anyone I have used in this fic. Anyways hope you enjoy and happy reading!
Tagging: @hello-stranger24 thank you for motivating me love ❤️
THIS IS AMAZING. this is the first time I read a love story of someone with a lost soul. when the story of y/n's death was revealed my heart was broken into pieces, she doesn't deserve it 😢
“I don’t really know… I’ve been like this for 20 years and I still don’t understand much.. I don’t even know why you can see me.. b-but I’m glad you can. It’s been.. lonely to say the least.” She smiled. “And.. you make me feel alive again… with all the time we spent together, studying just hanging out. Makes me feel like a student again.. sometimes makes me forget that I’m not and that I can’t graduate with you.” She chuckled. “Thank you..”
this line is so painful and my heart hurts like crazy. but I'm so grateful for the ending <3
this is such a great fic, this needs more attention!
* synopsis: if winter and summer were to ever merge, it would create an existence such as his.
* genre: smut, slice of life, university/college au, fuck boy jake
* warnings: nsfw, clothed handjob
* word count: 2200~
To love someone is to invest time and energy into them – which is the bare minimum. However, as simple as it is, you're still unable to do so, given how little of those you actually have, and thus, you made up your mind to focus on self-care and retaining the relationships you already have. Romantic relationships are not a necessity.
Even so, you're aware that other people are different. Most do want to pursue a romantic relationship, and it's something that you just can't wrap your head around. Because to you, there's nothing wrong with being single, people don't need romantic relationships to survive or thrive... so why is it highly sought after by almost everyone you meet? More so, you're perfectly fine and content being by yourself... but the people who seek romantic relations aren't, and it makes less sense because if you can't be content being by yourself, then why would you expect someone else to be content being with you?
That's what you don't understand, more so after seeing how a certain someone operates. Jake Sim is a peculiar one, for sure. And truth be told, if possible, you'd like to catch a glimpse of his mind – even just a little – to see what goes through, to understand why he lives like he does.
It's not that his lifestyle is bad – well, perhaps in a different perspective it is, but you believe it's more like... people have reasons to why they live how they live, and you'd like to know his. Nothing more. The fact that he so easily lets people in, how he actively seeks romantic relationships all the time (excluding times when he's already in one), and how you never once saw him on his own despite often seeing him... his lifestyle is incredibly different to yours, that's for sure, and that is a subject of your interest.
Thus, when the opportunity to catch a glimpse into his person presents itself, how could you simply let it pass by?
"Would you mind if I ask you a question about yourself?" You suddenly ask after a moment of silence. The bathroom you two are currently in is dimly lit, but instead of being dulled out by the shadows, under the artificial blue hue, Jake's features become accentuated, highlighting his strong jawbone and sharp eyes. He looks at you, a slight surprise present in his eyes and it takes him a while before he answers you with curiosity laced in his charming voice.
"Ah, sure."
"Is it true that you'd fuck anyone anywhere?"
The bluntness of your question makes him laugh – out of all the questions you could've asked, he didn't expect that to be one. His deep hearty laugh echoes across the medium-sized space, and somehow manages to touch a small piece of your heart.
He answers after a moment of silence, looking down onto the clean white floor tiles with a melancholic expression, yet his smile is still there. "Yeah, I guess," he whispers.
A few seconds later, his expression quickly changes into a mischievous one, and he turns to look at you again with a smile that you know has managed to get many people weak in the knees. "Why? Are you down?"
Before you realise it, he has you cornered against the countertop – his body so close to yours, so much that you can feel his breathing on your cheek, yet there's still a lot of space for you to move your hands and push him away if you so wish to, which of course, you don't. He then speaks in a low seductive voice, "I'm good with my hands, mouth, dick... what do you want?"
You meet his eyes, unbothered. "Are you always like this?"
"I guess I am." He smiles, but despite it looking bright on the outside, your heart knows there's a bit of sadness and longing there.
That's when you get it.
And just like that, your curiosity's satiated. With your mind understanding his situation, you ask with a soft smile, "Can you even do it in seven minutes?"
"Oh? Is that a challenge?" His eyes glint amusingly. He then leans closer to whisper in your ear, his breath tickling you, almost making you squirm. "Say... if I don't make you cum before time's up, then I owe you five more orgasms."
"Really? You're that confident?" Now you're quite intrigued; what's his game? Surely he doesn't intend to continue seeing you, right? Aside from basic information, you don't know anything about each other. So why would he offer five more orgasms if he fails? It makes no sense... or perhaps this is just an ego trip for him – which actually makes the most sense considering his reputation.
"Definitely." He nods with a devilish yet still charming smile.
As you think about his peculiar offer, you notice his hands start to play with the waistband of your jeans. You look up at him with your eyebrows raised, but he dismisses your reaction by asking, "So... what do you say?"
Well, why not? He gets a bit of respite and you get an orgasm. It's a win-win situation, you presume.
"Sure."
Jake wastes no time – he can't afford to anyway. According to your perception of time, he has five minutes. Truthfully, you're not even sure if he's able to do it – perhaps he will. After all, you're no stranger to the rumours about him; how he gives the best head, how good his techniques are, how he's so good at pleasuring that people can't seem to get enough, there are even people saying how he's actually sweet and caring. As for the truthfulness of those rumours, of course you're unsure of it, but you'd give him the benefit of the doubt.
"Relax," he says with a playful smirk as his hand grips your left thigh. Swiftly, he wraps your leg around his hips, then slides his fingers into his mouth. Somehow, at that moment, time seems to slow down, perhaps from the suddenness of it all, and you watch as he teasingly sucks his own fingers while keeping eye contact with you.
And damn, he's putting up a show – you almost feel entranced by it, almost gulp at the slightly aroused look he's giving you.
But all too soon, he pulls his hand away with a smirk, and before you can even begin to wonder what his next action is, he already has his hand underneath your underwear. You gasp as he starts to caress your mound in circular motions – his pressure soft and his speed slow as he applies the 'lube' on your mound. He does it so softly, so much that it almost amazes you how a man could have such a soft touch.
After a while, he asks you, his tone soft, "What do you like?"
"I'm not gonna give you an easy time, you know," you reply, almost squirming a bit when he applies more pressure to his touch.
Jake chuckles in response, amused by your answer. Then, he looks you in the eye and with a teasing smile, says, "Seems like you want that five orgasms, huh?"
"I mean, regardless if I give you a hint or not, I'm sure you'll be able to get me there."
"You have so much faith in me." There's that charming 'weak in the knees' smile again. "What if I can't?"
"It doesn't make sense if you can't," you decided.
"Why's that?"
"Because why would you even bring up the offer if you knew you were going to lose?"
Your response elicits a chuckle and a smile from him. What notion that smile conveys, however, is unknown to you since your mind is preoccupied with his hands still caressing your mound.
Eventually, he changes his pressure and pace, going slightly faster and pressing his wet fingers more against you. His fingers are focused on the area around your clit, rubbing circles there as your thighs almost begin to shake. It feels nice, but if he keeps the same pace, you wouldn't be able to cum – not when he only has three minutes left. Even so, you're sure he has some trick up his sleeve.
And it seems that you're correct, because right after you think that, he changes the position of his fingers. You suck in a deep breath as his middle finger presses against your clit while his index and ring finger begin to massage the labia. His fingers then move like waves against you, stimulating you with a constant rhythm. And it seems like he has no trouble keeping it up. He keeps going for a while, until he suddenly pauses – only for a split second – then moves his fingers a bit lower, exactly right where you prefer it. You don't know how he knows, perhaps something gave it away, or perhaps it was pure luck. Hell, it could even be a skill of his. Regardless, you can't help but softly moan as he continues his rhythm there.
"Found what you like," he says, chuckling playfully in your ear.
"You- you have less than two minutes," you manage to say as some kind of retort.
"Then I guess I have to move fast."
And move fast he does, literally. The stimulation quickly turns overwhelming – not too much, but more than enough to bring you closer and closer to the edge. You let out a hiss and subconsciously tighten your grip on the edge of the countertop (an action that doesn't slip pass his perception).
"You can move your hands, you know," he chuckles. "I'd love to have them on me."
In normal circumstances, you would've had more self-control and composure – but right now, all that's gone out the window. Instinctively, you pull him closer to you right after those words left his lips, your hands now one on his waist while the other on his crotch, palming him through the fabric.
"T-That's..." he gasps. "I didn't..."
But instead of continuing his words, he rests his head in the crook of your neck, deliberately hiding his face from your view. His unsteady breathing against your neck makes you tremble, more and more as time goes by.
"You... you don't have to," he whispers, so soft you can barely hear him.
You don't answer him with words – it's hard to form them anyway. Instead, you continue palming him, feeling his dick growing tenser under your touch. Soon after, a soft moan escapes his lips and hell, you surely did not expect him to sound so pretty. Your pussy clenches at the sound of it. And he knows. You don't know how he knows, but he knows.
You're unsure of how much time you both have left, but you both spend it stimulating each other and relishing the pleasure you both bring to each other. And although the stimulation you're giving him is nowhere near enough to get him off, he makes sure you know how much he likes and appreciates it anyway, by giving out many precious moans for your blessed ears to hear. And it's because of those moans that you grow closer and closer to release.
"Shit," you hiss, feeling yourself actually get close to your orgasm.
"Mhn... you're doing so well," he sighs out. "Just a... bit more."
Fuck, it feels so good.
He keeps up his unwavering rhythm and with a few more movements of his fingers, you feel it coming. Unable to control yourself, your back arches, your toes start curling and a moan of pleasure leaves your lips – only for Jake to pull his hand away from you right before you're about to cum.
You suck in a deep breath at the sudden loss of stimulation. But before you could process what he just did, a sudden knock on the door brings you back to reality, making you jump in surprise in the process.
"Guys, your ten minutes in heaven is up," a voice says from behind the door. "Now come back and join the others in hell."
"Alright, we'll be out right quick," Jake replies, trying to sound nonchalant. And as you look at him, probably with a dazed look, he gives you a devilish smirk and leans in to whisper in your ear one last time for the day, "Looks like I owe you five orgasms."
What the fuck?
Then, as if nothing happened, he washes his hands in the sink behind you and fixes his appearance. When he notices that you're still standing there shocked, he chuckles and tries to fix your dishevelled hair while playfully saying, "I'll make it up to you. Cross my heart. You know where to find me."
Only when he steps foot out of the bathroom do you realise that you just got played.
* author's note: hello everyone !! so sorry for the delay on this, life has been so hectic 😅 anyway, i do want you all to know that brûlée is a series and this is part one. i don't know how long it'll be in the long run but for now, i'm thinking there'll be at least three parts. i hope you'll stick around for the rest hehe 🐣 as always, i hope you liked this fic ‹𝟹𝟹 pls tell me if you do !! i appreciate all forms of support and welcome constructive criticism. also, don't be shy to drop in from time to time, i really hope you're doing well 🐇 oh, one more thing to note: if you're using the default profile picture for your tumblr account, please change it, lest i think you're a bot and start blocking you 😅 other than that, please have the loveliest of days ahead ‹𝟹 AND THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THE 100+ FOLLOWERS hehe
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