so, ive been bombarded with asks and dms about whether it’s true i use ai tools to write my fics/stories. and here’s a full clarification for it.
i have used ai tools before (for entertainment purposes) but never in publishing any of my writings/stories/fics. though there may be similarities in my writing with how ai writes, i do believe that i somehow implement/use the same writing style overtime (after reading fics on tumblr, reading how ai writes any story etc). but again, i have never used it in any of my fics that i posted before. everything, literally everything, was written on my notes app (my ideas, plot, layout). i do get where people come from and i am here just to provide clarification. and whether you want to believe it or not, it’s all up to you.
regardless, ive been thinking of quitting enhablr for quite a while actually 😞 because rather than doing it as a hobby, it slowly becomes a burden now— to write, to post, to interact. and i am currently in my final exam week so it adds to the burden that already piled up. im continuing my study very soon too (after im done with my foundation) so i dont think i would be able to write anymore.
to avoid more misunderstanding, i would re-read my fics and private the ones that i feel have potential to be flagged/assumed as ai and keep the ones that i feel is worth to be kept (please give me some times to actually do this since i am busy with my finals rn). or maybe, i will fully quit and delete my account. but this hasnt been fully decided yet.
but yet again, thank you for the support and sweet words that you guys gave and it truly means a lot to me! hehe lots of love🩷
nerd bestfriend!jake teaching you how to squirt… with his dick :)
a/n: uhm, im not back. but this shit is too good to not share😞
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“okay, so—fuck—” jake hisses, glasses sliding down the bridge of his nose, fogged up from sweat, “so the, uh, the anterior vaginal wall is—shit—right here.”
he adjusts his grip on your thighs, pushing them up so your knees press to your chest, your pussy stretched wide around him, flushed and dripping. he’s buried deep, almost too deep, but you can’t think, can barely breathe, your hands fisting the sheets as you stare up at him.
he’s panting, face red, brows furrowed behind his glasses as he tries to keep himself from moving, trying to keep the “lesson” under control, but his cock keeps twitching inside you.
“j-jake,” you whimper, trying to move your hips, but he pins you down, glaring.
“stop, i’m teaching,” he snaps, but his voice is high, strained, as he tries to regain composure, pushing his glasses up with one trembling finger.
“a-anyway,” he continues, clearing his throat, “the g-spot is around two inches in, towards the belly button, and—fuck—when you stimulate it with the right pressure and rhythm—”
he shifts, pulling back slightly before rolling his hips forward, grinding against that spot, making your eyes roll back.
“you—ah, you feel that?” he stutters, his breath hitching, “th-that’s the—fuck, that’s the spot.”
your hands fly to his forearms, nails digging in, your body arching, “oh my god, jake—”
“and when you keep stimulating it, the skene’s glands—” he gasps as he thrusts again, “can cause—f-fuck—expulsion of fluid, which is—squirting—”
his voice cracks on the last word, his hips stuttering forward, cock dragging against your sweet spot again and again, your cunt fluttering around him.
“you’re clenching—shit, baby, you’re clenching too hard,” he moans, loud, glasses sliding down again as sweat drips onto your chest.
“jake, please, please—” you whine, tears pricking your eyes, your thighs shaking violently.
“s-shit, i’m—i’m trying to teach, okay?” he whines, loud and embarrassingly needy, “you just—fuck! you feel too good, it’s—so hard to—fuck!”
his hips snap forward harder, faster, despite himself, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he tries to keep talking.
“n-need consistent pressure—like this—” he pants, grinding his cock deep, making you sob, “and—ah—angle towards the belly button, right there, right—fuck, right there—”
your vision blurs, a tight coil snapping as you scream, your body locking up before a sudden gush of liquid spills out around his cock, soaking his thighs, the sheets, everything.
“holy shit—holy fuck—” jake chokes out, hips jerking, cock twitching inside you as he pulls out fast, wrapping his hand around himself.
he strokes himself frantically, eyes wide behind his fogged glasses as he cums, thick ropes spilling over your pussy, your stomach, some of it dripping onto your folds, warm and messy.
“s-sorry, fuck, sorry, you just—” he whines, shivering as his cum leaks between your thighs, “you just feel too—fuck! too good.”
you’re both panting, your body still shaking, your pussy still leaking from your first squirt, your skin sticky with his cum and your own mess.
he looks down at you, cheeks flushed, hair a sweaty mess, glasses crooked, before letting out a soft, breathless laugh.
“so, uh,” he says, clearing his throat as he pushes his glasses up again, “that’s… how you squirt.”
you smack his arm weakly, but you’re laughing, tears slipping down your cheeks, your heart pounding, your body warm, your best friend looking at you like you just gave him a reason to live.
bro heeseung left the group?? wtf is going on ive been bawling since morning i cant do this n ppl have been saying that its all belifts doing cs he mentioned that it was the “suggestion” of the company like
to say that im devastated is an understatement— i am beyond what ‘devastated’ or ‘sad’ can deliver. i just hopeeee that he will get back into the group or whatever :(
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LEE HEESEUNG ── needs to be kissing you.
heeseung's lips are on yours, drinking up every little moan you make, swallowing every sound. his hips snap against yours, hands gently fixed on your hips. he's buried deep in your cunt, every thrust hitting exactly where you need it to.
he hitches your leg up higher, shifting his angle from where he's above you. "fuck, princess," he groans, briefly pulling away from you. a string of saliva connects his mouth to yours. "you're takin' me so well. s'like this pussy was made for me."
he pulls a hand away from your waist, moving it between your legs. his finger finds your clit, rubbing circles to push you closer to the edge. the sheets are cool beneath you, a sharp contrast to the heat you feel in your body. you arch your back against them, squeezing your eyes shut.
he drops his head once more, pressing a sloppy, open-mouthed kiss to your lips. heeseung sucks on your tongue, leaving a wet mess behind. he only pulls away when your turn your head for air, but even then, he pouts at you. he seems to forget that not everyone has the stamina to hold their breath as long as a main vocalist does.
"h—hee—" you moan, your nails sinking into the toned muscle of his arms. you can feel that familiar coil in your stomach, the one that renders you useless for words. his name is the only thing you can voice, and you repeat it softly, in broken—but beautiful—syllables.
"i know, baby. i know. you gonna be a good girl and cum for me?"
PARK JONGSEONG ── bites and leaves hickeys everywhere.
jongseong has you bent over the kitchen counter, hips slamming against your ass. the tip of his cock drags against your slick walls, making you choke on your own moans.
gripping the edge of the slab, your knuckles are white and your palms are slick with sweat, as you try to stay on your feet. his hands grip your waist, firmly keeping you in place. the cool counter digs into your skin, but the faint pinch is nothing compared to the way he's brutally thrusting into you.
his cock stretches you out, forcing you to mold to the shape of his thickness. you clench around him, struggling to keep up. you don't think you'd be upright if it weren't for him literally holding you.
"can't— seungie, i can't..." you trail off when he thrusts into you very particularly, your mouth dropping into the shape of an 'o'. words are very hard when you're getting fucked into next week.
dark hair sticks to his brow, and he shakes his head. "y—yes, you can, baby. you can take it, i know you can." jongseong, without warning, leans closer to your shoulder, sinking his teeth into the flesh. nothing deep enough to break skin, but enough to leave quite the impression.
it makes you gasp out of shock, but the sensation isn't unwelcome. it's another mark added to the gallery he's already left on you. hickeys cover your body, teeth marks all over your neck.
running his tongue over the spot, soothing it delicately, his breath hitches, "god, doll, you taste so fuckin' good."
SIM JAEYUN ── talks a lot.
"so pretty. so, so, so pretty—can't believe you're all mine. i'm so fuckin' lucky, aren't i?"
jake's mouth has been running a mile per minute, breathing out anything that comes to his mind. he doesn't think before he says them, just lets himself melt into you. he's positioned above you, your legs wrapped around his waist to keep him close.
his eyes are glazed over, a sheen of sweat glistening on his forehead. your boyfriend's hands roam your body restlessly, eventually settling on the curve of your waist.
"you f—feel so good, shit. s'wet. do i do all this to you, hm?" he mumbles, pulling out his cock to rub the tip against your clit. the loss of him in you makes your whine, but he just gives you a slow, easy grin.
jake slips back in, fucking you harsher this time. "you're so desperate for my cock, huh? need it so bad? s'all yours, angel. i'm all yours—fuck—and you're all mine."
you nod, cock-drunk and blissed-out. he's made you cum twice already, fucking you through both times. every time you'd tried to pull away from the overstimulation, a new knot formed, and you didn't want him to stop anymore. you didn't want him to stop ever. if there was one single thing you could feel for the rest of your life—it would be this.
"y—yeah, jakey... all yours," you say, struggling to push out the words.
"god, i love it when you say that. i swear, i could cum from just that."
PARK SUNGHOON ── pulls on your hair.
you think sunghoon will tire eventually, but so far, he hasn't. in fact, you've lost count of the orgasms he's pulled out of you. he fucks you in doggy-style, and you're fairly surprised you still have the stamina to stay on your hands and knees. it's a miracle you haven't collapsed yet.
the miracle being your boyfriend's big, strong arms keeping you up.
"fuck, you look like a goddess, sweets," he hisses, partially under his breath. even though he's talking to you, you're not sure if he means for you to respond. not that you can, really.
the only sounds you're capable of making are filthy moans and cries, and you're positive he's aware of the fact. if anything, sunghoon likely revels in it.
you gasp as his fingers fist in your hair, pulling your head back to expose the delicate curve of your throat. he tugs, the movement making you whine.
"mm—hoonie, feels so good," you moan, stuttering when he pulls your head a little further back.
"yeah? damn, baby, you're milking my cock."
he loves getting rough with you. loves that you love it. loves how you take it so well, like you know who you belong to—and it's such an easy thought to get off to.
his girl, you, who loves anything he gives you. your hair is soft in his hands, silky and shiny. it contrasts against his calloused, rough hands.
"who do you belong to, doll? hm?"
"you!" you cry when he slams into your harder, wet tears trailing down your cheeks. "you—hoonie, i... i'm all yours."
"glad you know it," he says, and even if you can't see his face, you can hear his shit-eating grin.
KIM SUNOO ── eye contact.
sunoo clicks his tongue at you, shaking his head. your eyes are squeezed shut, your head tilted away from him as you try to adjust to the thickness of his length. it doesn't matter how many times you've has sex together—the feeling of being full of him is something you'll never get used to.
the hand he's using to rub your clit, trying to get you to relax; he pulls it away, and you buck your hips up, wanting the sensation back. he moves his fingers to your chin, forcing you to face him once more.
"look at me, baby. eyes on me. i want you to look at me while i fuck you dumb on my cock."
sharply, you inhale, a broken whimper leaving your throat. "s—sunny... you're so big."
"and you're doing so well," he coos, brushing a strand of hair away from your face. your fingers curl into the mattress sheets, as you attempt to ground yourself.
"hey, what did i just say?" sunoo chides, easing out of you slowly, only to slam his dick back in. you moan, shaky but loud. peeking your eyes open, you see him hovering above you, a glint of satisfaction in his own.
through your lashes, you can see the soft pinkness of his lips, slightly swollen from kissing. there's a faint flush on his cheeks, and some smudged lipstick on his neck.
he looks fucking angelic.
"that's a good girl," he murmurs, gently pinching your cheek. "even prettier when you listen to me."
"please, i want you," you beg, arching into him, hips wiggling desperately against his for more. he pauses for a moment, contemplating whether or not he'll be nice to you. after a second, his moves—lazy, but deep, thrusts.
you can feel his tip grinding against your sweet spot, and you move your hands from the sheets to his back, fingers curling into his shoulders.
"i'll give you what you want, but if you look away, you're not gonna get to cum, sweet thing."
YANG JUNGWON ── whimpers.
jungwon, however nasty his words may be, makes the prettiest noises when he's cumming. it's like watching him unravel completely—he'll go from completely degrading you, to stuttering your name out in half-syllables, eyes glossy.
his thrusts are mean and cruel, folding you into a mating-press, and fucking into you with a force you know will leave you immobile for the next day-and-a-half (at least). obscene, wet noises fill the room, skin slapping against skin.
every drag of his cock makes the pressure build more and more, until the soft tears pricking your eyes turn into sobs. "fuckfuckfuck—wonnie, i'm so close, please—"
"mhm, i know. shit, princess. i can feel you squeezing my cock like a slut," he grunts, his fingers digging into your hips, sure to leave bruises.
his name is the only thing you can remember, not even your own. it falls in short, watery gasps, as your nails drag along the length of his back. his eyes drop to your lips; "open."
you comply, too lost in the way he fucks you to argue. he spits sharply in your mouth, and on instinct, you swallow. jungwon laughs, but you're too far gone to be embarrassed. "ha—whore. you'll take whatever i give you, won't you?"
you whine, tears streaming down your face. his hips stutter, a sign that he's close, too. "cum for me, yeah?" he murmurs, and that's all it takes for you to let go.
"god," he groans, low and filthy. "i'm—fuck, me too." his pace gets sloppy, thrusts uneven as he chases both the high of his and yours. "you're so perfect, princess. so pretty. i—i love you, you're my everything—"
jungwon's mindless words trail into short whimpers, and he tucks his head into the crook of your neck. he spills into you, warm and sticky, adding to the creamy ring around the base of his cock.
and then he presses the most gentle kiss to your skin, like he didn't just rob you of your ability to walk.
NISHIMURA RIKI ── gets off to your climax.
riki dips his head to kiss you, his teeth briefly knocking against yours. he doesn't have a set pace, instead just fucks you the way he wants to. his cock stretches you out, but what had primarily been a sting between your legs, quickly melted into pure, unadulterated pleasure.
he mumbles against your lips, slowing down slightly, "do you even know how perfect you look under me? god, i'm addicted. could fuck you like this forever..."
the charm of his chain swings by your mouth, and you catch it between your teeth, making him groan.
"bite it, baby. leave marks. never gonna take this fucking chain off—keepin' this piece of you forever," he hisses, a low register that makes you tighten around him.
your nails claw against his back, and you arch up, breath catching in your throat. "'ki—i'm s'close!"
"y—yeah? you're gonna cum for me, sweet girl?" he teases, and his lips twitch in amusement. he hasn't even been fucking you that long, but in your defense, he had been teasing you for the better part of an hour prior to this.
you nod, breathless. "mhm, please, i—"
"go ahead, angel," riki coos, and with a final thrust, you cry out, your body tensing. your grip on him tightens, like he's your anchor, and stars burst behind your eyes.
he can feel his own orgasm take root, especially when he watches your face contort with pleasure. your mouth drops open, and your eyes hit the back of your head, before screwing shut.
there's this beautiful, glowy flush on your face, and when you tighten around him, too—that's all it takes. he falters, and you hear him sharply inhale, "wait, baby, fuck—"
he cums seconds after you do, fucking you through the height of it, and even the waves that come after. he moans your name, and you moan his, your voice blending into his. a moment later, he drops his forehead against yours.
"have i ever told you how gorgeous you look when you're cumming? because, holy shit—"
( 애인 ) 𝒾n which ︵ they all have different habits during sex. ⫶ smut mdni 212O dom!enha marking hair-pulling rough & soft sex p in v implied no protection degradation kink size kink spit kink not so decently proofread
⌨️ like&&reblog for a kiss. ── #click4masterlist to see more.
LEE HEESEUNG ── needs to be kissing you.
heeseung's lips are on yours, drinking up every little moan you make, swallowing every sound. his hips snap against yours, hands gently fixed on your hips. he's buried deep in your cunt, every thrust hitting exactly where you need it to.
he hitches your leg up higher, shifting his angle from where he's above you. "fuck, princess," he groans, briefly pulling away from you. a string of saliva connects his mouth to yours. "you're takin' me so well. s'like this pussy was made for me."
he pulls a hand away from your waist, moving it between your legs. his finger finds your clit, rubbing circles to push you closer to the edge. the sheets are cool beneath you, a sharp contrast to the heat you feel in your body. you arch your back against them, squeezing your eyes shut.
he drops his head once more, pressing a sloppy, open-mouthed kiss to your lips. heeseung sucks on your tongue, leaving a wet mess behind. he only pulls away when your turn your head for air, but even then, he pouts at you. he seems to forget that not everyone has the stamina to hold their breath as long as a main vocalist does.
"h—hee—" you moan, your nails sinking into the toned muscle of his arms. you can feel that familiar coil in your stomach, the one that renders you useless for words. his name is the only thing you can voice, and you repeat it softly, in broken—but beautiful—syllables.
"i know, baby. i know. you gonna be a good girl and cum for me?"
PARK JONGSEONG ── bites and leaves hickeys everywhere.
jongseong has you bent over the kitchen counter, hips slamming against your ass. the tip of his cock drags against your slick walls, making you choke on your own moans.
gripping the edge of the slab, your knuckles are white and your palms are slick with sweat, as you try to stay on your feet. his hands grip your waist, firmly keeping you in place. the cool counter digs into your skin, but the faint pinch is nothing compared to the way he's brutally thrusting into you.
his cock stretches you out, forcing you to mold to the shape of his thickness. you clench around him, struggling to keep up. you don't think you'd be upright if it weren't for him literally holding you.
"can't— seungie, i can't..." you trail off when he thrusts into you very particularly, your mouth dropping into the shape of an 'o'. words are very hard when you're getting fucked into next week.
dark hair sticks to his brow, and he shakes his head. "y—yes, you can, baby. you can take it, i know you can." jongseong, without warning, leans closer to your shoulder, sinking his teeth into the flesh. nothing deep enough to break skin, but enough to leave quite the impression.
it makes you gasp out of shock, but the sensation isn't unwelcome. it's another mark added to the gallery he's already left on you. hickeys cover your body, teeth marks all over your neck.
running his tongue over the spot, soothing it delicately, his breath hitches, "god, doll, you taste so fuckin' good."
SIM JAEYUN ── talks a lot.
"so pretty. so, so, so pretty—can't believe you're all mine. i'm so fuckin' lucky, aren't i?"
jake's mouth has been running a mile per minute, breathing out anything that comes to his mind. he doesn't think before he says them, just lets himself melt into you. he's positioned above you, your legs wrapped around his waist to keep him close.
his eyes are glazed over, a sheen of sweat glistening on his forehead. your boyfriend's hands roam your body restlessly, eventually settling on the curve of your waist.
"you f—feel so good, shit. s'wet. do i do all this to you, hm?" he mumbles, pulling out his cock to rub the tip against your clit. the loss of him in you makes your whine, but he just gives you a slow, easy grin.
jake slips back in, fucking you harsher this time. "you're so desperate for my cock, huh? need it so bad? s'all yours, angel. i'm all yours—fuck—and you're all mine."
you nod, cock-drunk and blissed-out. he's made you cum twice already, fucking you through both times. every time you'd tried to pull away from the overstimulation, a new knot formed, and you didn't want him to stop anymore. you didn't want him to stop ever. if there was one single thing you could feel for the rest of your life—it would be this.
"y—yeah, jakey... all yours," you say, struggling to push out the words.
"god, i love it when you say that. i swear, i could cum from just that."
PARK SUNGHOON ── pulls on your hair.
you think sunghoon will tire eventually, but so far, he hasn't. in fact, you've lost count of the orgasms he's pulled out of you. he fucks you in doggy-style, and you're fairly surprised you still have the stamina to stay on your hands and knees. it's a miracle you haven't collapsed yet.
the miracle being your boyfriend's big, strong arms keeping you up.
"fuck, you look like a goddess, sweets," he hisses, partially under his breath. even though he's talking to you, you're not sure if he means for you to respond. not that you can, really.
the only sounds you're capable of making are filthy moans and cries, and you're positive he's aware of the fact. if anything, sunghoon likely revels in it.
you gasp as his fingers fist in your hair, pulling your head back to expose the delicate curve of your throat. he tugs, the movement making you whine.
"mm—hoonie, feels so good," you moan, stuttering when he pulls your head a little further back.
"yeah? damn, baby, you're milking my cock."
he loves getting rough with you. loves that you love it. loves how you take it so well, like you know who you belong to—and it's such an easy thought to get off to.
his girl, you, who loves anything he gives you. your hair is soft in his hands, silky and shiny. it contrasts against his calloused, rough hands.
"who do you belong to, doll? hm?"
"you!" you cry when he slams into your harder, wet tears trailing down your cheeks. "you—hoonie, i... i'm all yours."
"glad you know it," he says, and even if you can't see his face, you can hear his shit-eating grin.
KIM SUNOO ── eye contact.
sunoo clicks his tongue at you, shaking his head. your eyes are squeezed shut, your head tilted away from him as you try to adjust to the thickness of his length. it doesn't matter how many times you've has sex together—the feeling of being full of him is something you'll never get used to.
the hand he's using to rub your clit, trying to get you to relax; he pulls it away, and you buck your hips up, wanting the sensation back. he moves his fingers to your chin, forcing you to face him once more.
"look at me, baby. eyes on me. i want you to look at me while i fuck you dumb on my cock."
sharply, you inhale, a broken whimper leaving your throat. "s—sunny... you're so big."
"and you're doing so well," he coos, brushing a strand of hair away from your face. your fingers curl into the mattress sheets, as you attempt to ground yourself.
"hey, what did i just say?" sunoo chides, easing out of you slowly, only to slam his dick back in. you moan, shaky but loud. peeking your eyes open, you see him hovering above you, a glint of satisfaction in his own.
through your lashes, you can see the soft pinkness of his lips, slightly swollen from kissing. there's a faint flush on his cheeks, and some smudged lipstick on his neck.
he looks fucking angelic.
"that's a good girl," he murmurs, gently pinching your cheek. "even prettier when you listen to me."
"please, i want you," you beg, arching into him, hips wiggling desperately against his for more. he pauses for a moment, contemplating whether or not he'll be nice to you. after a second, his moves—lazy, but deep, thrusts.
you can feel his tip grinding against your sweet spot, and you move your hands from the sheets to his back, fingers curling into his shoulders.
"i'll give you what you want, but if you look away, you're not gonna get to cum, sweet thing."
YANG JUNGWON ── whimpers.
jungwon, however nasty his words may be, makes the prettiest noises when he's cumming. it's like watching him unravel completely—he'll go from completely degrading you, to stuttering your name out in half-syllables, eyes glossy.
his thrusts are mean and cruel, folding you into a mating-press, and fucking into you with a force you know will leave you immobile for the next day-and-a-half (at least). obscene, wet noises fill the room, skin slapping against skin.
every drag of his cock makes the pressure build more and more, until the soft tears pricking your eyes turn into sobs. "fuckfuckfuck—wonnie, i'm so close, please—"
"mhm, i know. shit, princess. i can feel you squeezing my cock like a slut," he grunts, his fingers digging into your hips, sure to leave bruises.
his name is the only thing you can remember, not even your own. it falls in short, watery gasps, as your nails drag along the length of his back. his eyes drop to your lips; "open."
you comply, too lost in the way he fucks you to argue. he spits sharply in your mouth, and on instinct, you swallow. jungwon laughs, but you're too far gone to be embarrassed. "ha—whore. you'll take whatever i give you, won't you?"
you whine, tears streaming down your face. his hips stutter, a sign that he's close, too. "cum for me, yeah?" he murmurs, and that's all it takes for you to let go.
"god," he groans, low and filthy. "i'm—fuck, me too." his pace gets sloppy, thrusts uneven as he chases both the high of his and yours. "you're so perfect, princess. so pretty. i—i love you, you're my everything—"
jungwon's mindless words trail into short whimpers, and he tucks his head into the crook of your neck. he spills into you, warm and sticky, adding to the creamy ring around the base of his cock.
and then he presses the most gentle kiss to your skin, like he didn't just rob you of your ability to walk.
NISHIMURA RIKI ── gets off to your climax.
riki dips his head to kiss you, his teeth briefly knocking against yours. he doesn't have a set pace, instead just fucks you the way he wants to. his cock stretches you out, but what had primarily been a sting between your legs, quickly melted into pure, unadulterated pleasure.
he mumbles against your lips, slowing down slightly, "do you even know how perfect you look under me? god, i'm addicted. could fuck you like this forever..."
the charm of his chain swings by your mouth, and you catch it between your teeth, making him groan.
"bite it, baby. leave marks. never gonna take this fucking chain off—keepin' this piece of you forever," he hisses, a low register that makes you tighten around him.
your nails claw against his back, and you arch up, breath catching in your throat. "'ki—i'm s'close!"
"y—yeah? you're gonna cum for me, sweet girl?" he teases, and his lips twitch in amusement. he hasn't even been fucking you that long, but in your defense, he had been teasing you for the better part of an hour prior to this.
you nod, breathless. "mhm, please, i—"
"go ahead, angel," riki coos, and with a final thrust, you cry out, your body tensing. your grip on him tightens, like he's your anchor, and stars burst behind your eyes.
he can feel his own orgasm take root, especially when he watches your face contort with pleasure. your mouth drops open, and your eyes hit the back of your head, before screwing shut.
there's this beautiful, glowy flush on your face, and when you tighten around him, too—that's all it takes. he falters, and you hear him sharply inhale, "wait, baby, fuck—"
he cums seconds after you do, fucking you through the height of it, and even the waves that come after. he moans your name, and you moan his, your voice blending into his. a moment later, he drops his forehead against yours.
"have i ever told you how gorgeous you look when you're cumming? because, holy shit—"
nerd bestfriend!jake teaching you how to squirt… with his dick :)
a/n: uhm, im not back. but this shit is too good to not share😞
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“okay, so—fuck—” jake hisses, glasses sliding down the bridge of his nose, fogged up from sweat, “so the, uh, the anterior vaginal wall is—shit—right here.”
he adjusts his grip on your thighs, pushing them up so your knees press to your chest, your pussy stretched wide around him, flushed and dripping. he’s buried deep, almost too deep, but you can’t think, can barely breathe, your hands fisting the sheets as you stare up at him.
he’s panting, face red, brows furrowed behind his glasses as he tries to keep himself from moving, trying to keep the “lesson” under control, but his cock keeps twitching inside you.
“j-jake,” you whimper, trying to move your hips, but he pins you down, glaring.
“stop, i’m teaching,” he snaps, but his voice is high, strained, as he tries to regain composure, pushing his glasses up with one trembling finger.
“a-anyway,” he continues, clearing his throat, “the g-spot is around two inches in, towards the belly button, and—fuck—when you stimulate it with the right pressure and rhythm—”
he shifts, pulling back slightly before rolling his hips forward, grinding against that spot, making your eyes roll back.
“you—ah, you feel that?” he stutters, his breath hitching, “th-that’s the—fuck, that’s the spot.”
your hands fly to his forearms, nails digging in, your body arching, “oh my god, jake—”
“and when you keep stimulating it, the skene’s glands—” he gasps as he thrusts again, “can cause—f-fuck—expulsion of fluid, which is—squirting—”
his voice cracks on the last word, his hips stuttering forward, cock dragging against your sweet spot again and again, your cunt fluttering around him.
“you’re clenching—shit, baby, you’re clenching too hard,” he moans, loud, glasses sliding down again as sweat drips onto your chest.
“jake, please, please—” you whine, tears pricking your eyes, your thighs shaking violently.
“s-shit, i’m—i’m trying to teach, okay?” he whines, loud and embarrassingly needy, “you just—fuck! you feel too good, it’s—so hard to—fuck!”
his hips snap forward harder, faster, despite himself, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he tries to keep talking.
“n-need consistent pressure—like this—” he pants, grinding his cock deep, making you sob, “and—ah—angle towards the belly button, right there, right—fuck, right there—”
your vision blurs, a tight coil snapping as you scream, your body locking up before a sudden gush of liquid spills out around his cock, soaking his thighs, the sheets, everything.
“holy shit—holy fuck—” jake chokes out, hips jerking, cock twitching inside you as he pulls out fast, wrapping his hand around himself.
he strokes himself frantically, eyes wide behind his fogged glasses as he cums, thick ropes spilling over your pussy, your stomach, some of it dripping onto your folds, warm and messy.
“s-sorry, fuck, sorry, you just—” he whines, shivering as his cum leaks between your thighs, “you just feel too—fuck! too good.”
you’re both panting, your body still shaking, your pussy still leaking from your first squirt, your skin sticky with his cum and your own mess.
he looks down at you, cheeks flushed, hair a sweaty mess, glasses crooked, before letting out a soft, breathless laugh.
“so, uh,” he says, clearing his throat as he pushes his glasses up again, “that’s… how you squirt.”
you smack his arm weakly, but you’re laughing, tears slipping down your cheeks, your heart pounding, your body warm, your best friend looking at you like you just gave him a reason to live.
nerd bestfriend!jake teaching you how to squirt… with his dick :)
a/n: uhm, im not back. but this shit is too good to not share😞
>>>>>>>>>>
“okay, so—fuck—” jake hisses, glasses sliding down the bridge of his nose, fogged up from sweat, “so the, uh, the anterior vaginal wall is—shit—right here.”
he adjusts his grip on your thighs, pushing them up so your knees press to your chest, your pussy stretched wide around him, flushed and dripping. he’s buried deep, almost too deep, but you can’t think, can barely breathe, your hands fisting the sheets as you stare up at him.
he’s panting, face red, brows furrowed behind his glasses as he tries to keep himself from moving, trying to keep the “lesson” under control, but his cock keeps twitching inside you.
“j-jake,” you whimper, trying to move your hips, but he pins you down, glaring.
“stop, i’m teaching,” he snaps, but his voice is high, strained, as he tries to regain composure, pushing his glasses up with one trembling finger.
“a-anyway,” he continues, clearing his throat, “the g-spot is around two inches in, towards the belly button, and—fuck—when you stimulate it with the right pressure and rhythm—”
he shifts, pulling back slightly before rolling his hips forward, grinding against that spot, making your eyes roll back.
“you—ah, you feel that?” he stutters, his breath hitching, “th-that’s the—fuck, that’s the spot.”
your hands fly to his forearms, nails digging in, your body arching, “oh my god, jake—”
“and when you keep stimulating it, the skene’s glands—” he gasps as he thrusts again, “can cause—f-fuck—expulsion of fluid, which is—squirting—”
his voice cracks on the last word, his hips stuttering forward, cock dragging against your sweet spot again and again, your cunt fluttering around him.
“you’re clenching—shit, baby, you’re clenching too hard,” he moans, loud, glasses sliding down again as sweat drips onto your chest.
“jake, please, please—” you whine, tears pricking your eyes, your thighs shaking violently.
“s-shit, i’m—i’m trying to teach, okay?” he whines, loud and embarrassingly needy, “you just—fuck! you feel too good, it’s—so hard to—fuck!”
his hips snap forward harder, faster, despite himself, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he tries to keep talking.
“n-need consistent pressure—like this—” he pants, grinding his cock deep, making you sob, “and—ah—angle towards the belly button, right there, right—fuck, right there—”
your vision blurs, a tight coil snapping as you scream, your body locking up before a sudden gush of liquid spills out around his cock, soaking his thighs, the sheets, everything.
“holy shit—holy fuck—” jake chokes out, hips jerking, cock twitching inside you as he pulls out fast, wrapping his hand around himself.
he strokes himself frantically, eyes wide behind his fogged glasses as he cums, thick ropes spilling over your pussy, your stomach, some of it dripping onto your folds, warm and messy.
“s-sorry, fuck, sorry, you just—” he whines, shivering as his cum leaks between your thighs, “you just feel too—fuck! too good.”
you’re both panting, your body still shaking, your pussy still leaking from your first squirt, your skin sticky with his cum and your own mess.
he looks down at you, cheeks flushed, hair a sweaty mess, glasses crooked, before letting out a soft, breathless laugh.
“so, uh,” he says, clearing his throat as he pushes his glasses up again, “that’s… how you squirt.”
you smack his arm weakly, but you’re laughing, tears slipping down your cheeks, your heart pounding, your body warm, your best friend looking at you like you just gave him a reason to live.
nerd bestfriend!jake teaching you how to squirt… with his dick :)
a/n: uhm, im not back. but this shit is too good to not share😞
>>>>>>>>>>
“okay, so—fuck—” jake hisses, glasses sliding down the bridge of his nose, fogged up from sweat, “so the, uh, the anterior vaginal wall is—shit—right here.”
he adjusts his grip on your thighs, pushing them up so your knees press to your chest, your pussy stretched wide around him, flushed and dripping. he’s buried deep, almost too deep, but you can’t think, can barely breathe, your hands fisting the sheets as you stare up at him.
he’s panting, face red, brows furrowed behind his glasses as he tries to keep himself from moving, trying to keep the “lesson” under control, but his cock keeps twitching inside you.
“j-jake,” you whimper, trying to move your hips, but he pins you down, glaring.
“stop, i’m teaching,” he snaps, but his voice is high, strained, as he tries to regain composure, pushing his glasses up with one trembling finger.
“a-anyway,” he continues, clearing his throat, “the g-spot is around two inches in, towards the belly button, and—fuck—when you stimulate it with the right pressure and rhythm—”
he shifts, pulling back slightly before rolling his hips forward, grinding against that spot, making your eyes roll back.
“you—ah, you feel that?” he stutters, his breath hitching, “th-that’s the—fuck, that’s the spot.”
your hands fly to his forearms, nails digging in, your body arching, “oh my god, jake—”
“and when you keep stimulating it, the skene’s glands—” he gasps as he thrusts again, “can cause—f-fuck—expulsion of fluid, which is—squirting—”
his voice cracks on the last word, his hips stuttering forward, cock dragging against your sweet spot again and again, your cunt fluttering around him.
“you’re clenching—shit, baby, you’re clenching too hard,” he moans, loud, glasses sliding down again as sweat drips onto your chest.
“jake, please, please—” you whine, tears pricking your eyes, your thighs shaking violently.
“s-shit, i’m—i’m trying to teach, okay?” he whines, loud and embarrassingly needy, “you just—fuck! you feel too good, it’s—so hard to—fuck!”
his hips snap forward harder, faster, despite himself, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he tries to keep talking.
“n-need consistent pressure—like this—” he pants, grinding his cock deep, making you sob, “and—ah—angle towards the belly button, right there, right—fuck, right there—”
your vision blurs, a tight coil snapping as you scream, your body locking up before a sudden gush of liquid spills out around his cock, soaking his thighs, the sheets, everything.
“holy shit—holy fuck—” jake chokes out, hips jerking, cock twitching inside you as he pulls out fast, wrapping his hand around himself.
he strokes himself frantically, eyes wide behind his fogged glasses as he cums, thick ropes spilling over your pussy, your stomach, some of it dripping onto your folds, warm and messy.
“s-sorry, fuck, sorry, you just—” he whines, shivering as his cum leaks between your thighs, “you just feel too—fuck! too good.”
you’re both panting, your body still shaking, your pussy still leaking from your first squirt, your skin sticky with his cum and your own mess.
he looks down at you, cheeks flushed, hair a sweaty mess, glasses crooked, before letting out a soft, breathless laugh.
“so, uh,” he says, clearing his throat as he pushes his glasses up again, “that’s… how you squirt.”
you smack his arm weakly, but you’re laughing, tears slipping down your cheeks, your heart pounding, your body warm, your best friend looking at you like you just gave him a reason to live.
honestly…. yeah😭 i dont think i can do this anymore— writing, editing, posting, repeat. it does get tiring overtime but i still love doing it regardless if you get what i mean :((
synopsis: dating heeseung comes with many discoveries—like how his pouty lips aren’t just an occasional thing… they’re a constant. at first, you thought he was always upset with you. turns out, he just looks like that.
warnings: flufffffffffff!!!!!, pouty hee :((
wc: 1.03k
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the day you started dating heeseung, everything felt like a whirlwind. chaotic, loud, confusing—mostly because you discovered something about him you never quite noticed before: his lips. no, really. his naturally pouty lips.
when you first got together, you genuinely thought you had messed up. badly. he just kept sitting there with that pout and a weirdly sad expression, and you immediately spiraled.
“are you okay? wait—are you mad? did i say something weird? oh my god, did i breathe too loud? i can leave, i swear—”
heeseung, confused beyond belief, just blinked. “babe… what?”
“you’re pouting.”
“yeah?” he tilted his head. “i always do that.”
and that’s when it hit you—he’s just like that. heeseung’s default face is pouty. he pouts when he scrolls through his phone. he pouts when he games. he pouts when he’s just existing. you swore he could be eating soup and still manage to pout.
you didn’t think much of it when you walked through the door and saw heeseung curled up on the couch with a pout on his face.
because, well… he’s always pouting.
you gave him a quick kiss on the forehead, said a cheerful “i’m home~” and skipped off to change, humming to yourself like nothing was wrong. and sure, you were a little late—okay, a lot late—but you figured he’d get over it once you brought out snacks and his favorite blanket.
but heeseung? oh, he was suffering.
you missed the way he dramatically turned his head away from your kiss like a betrayed prince. the way he silently stared at the front door after you disappeared down the hall, lower lip trembling in what he was certain was the most tragic expression in existence.
by the time you came back with snacks and the tv remote, he was already in full sulk mode. you flopped down on the couch beside him and turned on your show—meanwhile, he was sitting there with his arms crossed and his pout upgraded to maximum capacity.
and you? absolutely none the wiser.
he cleared his throat.
you nodded along to your show.
he shuffled loudly.
you crunched on chips.
he flopped over, body sprawled dramatically across the couch like he was Juliet waiting for Romeo.
you adjusted the volume.
he reached over and stole a chip.
you gave him the side-eye, then another chip like he was a toddler.
so he tried again.
first, he “accidentally” knocked over your water bottle. you just picked it up and kept watching.
then, he wiggled his socked foot under your leg. you moved a little to give him space.
he even fake-coughed a few times, each one more dramatic than the last.
finally, he reached his limit. with the strength of a thousand unfulfilled cuddle wishes, he stood up, stomped to the other end of the couch, and flopped down beside you with a soft little thud.
and still? no response.
he leaned his head on your shoulder.
nothing.
he poked your thigh with one finger.
still nothing.
he shifted closer—so close his nose was almost touching your cheek—and then, in the softest, grumbliest little voice, he mumbled:
“didn’t you forget something?”
you blinked, half-distracted. “uh… what?”
he looked up at you through his lashes like the saddest, poutiest baby in the whole world. “me.”
you giggled, thinking he was messing around. “what do you mean?”
he scooted even closer, nearly climbing into your lap at this point, voice turning all soft and sniffly. “you said you’d be home by eight… and we were gonna cuddle and watch cartoons and you were gonna play with my hair, remember? you promised…”
you turned to him, wide-eyed and suddenly so guilty. “oh no. baby, i completely forgot—”
“you did forget,” he sniffled, dramatically wiping at his perfectly dry eyes. “i waited. i made the couch all warm. i even picked an episode where the dog doesn’t die this time. i was gonna let you braid my hair like you always say you want to, and now i’m cold and emotionally neglected.”
you laughed softly, pulling him into your arms without hesitation. he wasted no time wrapping himself around you like a velcro koala, cheek smushed against your chest, arms hugging you like his life depended on it.
“you’re such a baby,” you whispered into his hair.
heeseung x fem!reader • 18+ mdni, p in v, big dick!heeseung
a/n: i dont know what is up with me and the obsession with writing smut but… here you go😞
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“fuck, look at you,” heeseung groans, cock in hand, tapping it against your soaked little cunt, smirking at how you flinch. “so tiny. how’re you gonna take all of this, huh, angel?”
he’s not being soft tonight.
he’s being a tease — low, cocky voice, full of heat, full of pride.
“you’re dripping all over the bed and i’m not even inside yet,” he chuckles, dragging his fat tip through your folds, teasing your clit until you’re whining, hips bucking up. “so fucking desperate, baby. and you still can’t even fit me.”
he presses in just the tip, barely stretching your entrance, and watches your pretty face crumble, your hands flying up to grip his arms.
“yeah?” he taunts, grinning. “feels full already, doesn’t it? poor thing.”
you nod helplessly, tears already prickling in your eyes from the overwhelming stretch, and heeseung just hums, pretending to be thoughtful.
“should i stop?” he coos, fake concern dripping from his voice. “too much for you, baby? should i pull out and let that tight little pussy recover?”
you sob, shaking your head frantically, and heeseung laughs, low and mean, like he’s never been more proud.
“that’s my girl,” he rasps, pushing in another slow, agonizing inch, stretching you open even wider. “knew you’d take it for me. knew you’d be good and let me ruin you.”
he doesn’t rush.
he makes you feel every single second of it, slow, grinding thrusts, forcing your body to stretch around his thick cock, claiming every inch like it belongs to him.
“god, you’re squeezing me so fuckin’ tight,” he groans, burying his face in your neck, voice shaking with restraint. “like this pussy was made to milk me dry.”
he feels you clench around him when he says it, feels your body begging for more even through the sting and he grins, teeth scraping your jaw.
“gonna break you in so good, baby,” he pants, finally bottoming out, balls flush against your ass. “gonna stretch you out ‘til you can’t even cum without this cock inside you.”
you’re crying, babbling his name, nails digging into his skin, and heeseung just rocks his hips shallowly, smug as fuck at how wrecked you are already.
“that’s it, angel,” he whispers, slow and filthy against your ear. “be a good girl. take it. fuckin’ learn how to take all of me.”
heeseung x fem!reader • 18+ mdni, p in v, big dick!heeseung
a/n: i dont know what is up with me and the obsession with writing smut but… here you go😞
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“fuck, look at you,” heeseung groans, cock in hand, tapping it against your soaked little cunt, smirking at how you flinch. “so tiny. how’re you gonna take all of this, huh, angel?”
he’s not being soft tonight.
he’s being a tease — low, cocky voice, full of heat, full of pride.
“you’re dripping all over the bed and i’m not even inside yet,” he chuckles, dragging his fat tip through your folds, teasing your clit until you’re whining, hips bucking up. “so fucking desperate, baby. and you still can’t even fit me.”
he presses in just the tip, barely stretching your entrance, and watches your pretty face crumble, your hands flying up to grip his arms.
“yeah?” he taunts, grinning. “feels full already, doesn’t it? poor thing.”
you nod helplessly, tears already prickling in your eyes from the overwhelming stretch, and heeseung just hums, pretending to be thoughtful.
“should i stop?” he coos, fake concern dripping from his voice. “too much for you, baby? should i pull out and let that tight little pussy recover?”
you sob, shaking your head frantically, and heeseung laughs, low and mean, like he’s never been more proud.
“that’s my girl,” he rasps, pushing in another slow, agonizing inch, stretching you open even wider. “knew you’d take it for me. knew you’d be good and let me ruin you.”
he doesn’t rush.
he makes you feel every single second of it, slow, grinding thrusts, forcing your body to stretch around his thick cock, claiming every inch like it belongs to him.
“god, you’re squeezing me so fuckin’ tight,” he groans, burying his face in your neck, voice shaking with restraint. “like this pussy was made to milk me dry.”
he feels you clench around him when he says it, feels your body begging for more even through the sting and he grins, teeth scraping your jaw.
“gonna break you in so good, baby,” he pants, finally bottoming out, balls flush against your ass. “gonna stretch you out ‘til you can’t even cum without this cock inside you.”
you’re crying, babbling his name, nails digging into his skin, and heeseung just rocks his hips shallowly, smug as fuck at how wrecked you are already.
“that’s it, angel,” he whispers, slow and filthy against your ear. “be a good girl. take it. fuckin’ learn how to take all of me.”
