햄뜽이

97 • mdni! nsfw

[justalittle-hee]

falling in love

pairing: female reader x heeseung

genre: smut

warnings: unprotected sex, creampie

word count: 700+

he has you seated on his lap, bare except for the black lace underwear hanging off one of your thighs and matching bra, breasts pushed out and full of purple spots after his relentless attack.

it was just the two of you in this small, empty theater, where he promised a little show for you. a sweet piano performance and a love song took you by surprise to say the least, but most of all the large peach colored rose bouquet and the promise ring he gave you blew you away. lee heeseung always managed to sweep you off your feet.

"come on, baby, just until my balls touch your cute pussy, please?" he pouts a little and his bambi eyes shine against the stage lights - who would have the heart to reject him?

so you steel your resolve and focus on the way his fingers playing with your boobs is making you dizzy. he takes your chin between his fingers and pulls you in for a kiss, encouraging you to sink down deeper on his cock.

"f-fuck," you pant, and heeseung only responds by moaning into the kiss and pushing his tongue deeper into your mouth.

"feel good, love?" he asks with a smile as he looks up at you, sweat glistening on your neck and forehead, hair messy, pupils blown out, never breaking eye contact as you grind your hips on his.

"mmh," you nod desperately.

he brings a hand down to your clit to rub slow circles while his other hand grips your waist. "all the way baby," he moans as he drives his hips up to meet yours, desperate to feel all of you.

your thighs finally meet his and you moan simultaneously. you reach for his shoulders to ground yourself and he reciprocates by holding your waist in his big hands. "f-fuck, baby." he groans, throwing his head back in pleasure.

you take this opportunity to bury your nose into his neck, taking in heeseung's scent, his woody perfume mixed with his sweat. it was the sexiest thing to you.

dizzy from lust, you get an idea. you look down to where you and your boyfriend are connected and bring a hand down your back and near your butt. as you sink down on his cock, you start to rub your fingers on his balls and heeseung lets out the loudest moan you've ever heard.

"shit, ngh-- that felt good, fuck. do it again," you smile and reach down to do it again, fondling his balls as you bounced on his cock.

"oh," he has his brows knitted and eyes closed now, giving his body up to the pleasure you're giving him.

"want you to feel good, seungie." your eyes soften at how much he's loving it, determined to make your boyfriend feel the best he's ever felt.

you lean down to capture his lips in an open-mouthed kiss, massaging his tongue with yours.

"g-gonna cum, angel- fuck. you're so good to me," his abs tighten and you feel his balls twitch, so you make sure to clench down on his cock as hard as you can to make his orgasm feel even better.

"fill me up with your cum, seung. please." you say and that's all it takes for heeseung to reach his peak. "oh fuck- oh fuck baby- shit, s-so good," he moans, eyes rolling into his skull, thick warm cum filling your cunt satisfyingly.

"hee," you say as you grind on his hips. "your cum is so warm inside me, baby. it feels so good."

he looks up at you and he's gone. he came for a good ten seconds and he feels spent, utterly in love with you. his lips are parted, forehead sweaty, hair messy.

you giggle at how cute he looks just after the dirtiest lovemaking session you two had. he can't help but grin back at you, showing you the smile that you love so much.

"you're so perfect, my love." he says and you melt, hiding your face in his chest while he wraps an arm around your shoulders to keep you there. you both can't hide your smiles, so happily in love with each other.

"now let me eat that cute pussy of yours then i'll fuck you on top of the piano, yeah?"

[heesngirl]

#SUGAR TALK

Hello, mai lop!

I am here to drop my request for this event. I would like to ask for an dad!Heeseung OS. The idea is to develop the typical late-night situation where one of their children wakes him up with one of the worst phrases of parenthood: "Dad, I forgot my homework" 😂💀. I leave it completely up to your free will to decide how Heeseung will approach it.

Much success with the event, I love u saur much! 💕 Lets gaurrr sugar talk!

╭┈┈ ⌗ 𝐒𝐔𝐆𝐀𝐑 𝐓𝐀𝐋𝐊 𝗘𝗩𝗘𝗡𝗧 ! 𖹭 「 𝗠𝗔𝗦𝗧𝗘𝗥𝗟𝗜𝗦𝗧 」

𝟎𝟏 ㅤㅤ✿𝆬 𓂂 𝗗𝗔𝗗'𝗦 𝗚𝗢𝗧 𝗜𝗧 ! ⎯⎯⎯⎯ （ 𝗪𝗖 : 𝟰.𝟮𝗞 ）: twins-dad & sweet husband! Heeseung, gentle parenting, homework emergency, domestic life, father-daughter bonding, family chaos, fluffy stuff, and more.

Oh Mai Lop ~ thank you so much! I truly appreciate this idea and all the support you're giving me, and the fact that you've decided to be a part of this. I love you so much, gorgeous! 💕

Midnight had swept away the last trace of noise in the house, establishing a dense calm, the kind that is only achieved when the children have finally fallen asleep in their beds. Heeseung was in that perfect point of rest, submerged in his own bubble of warmth, caught between the sheets and the sweet lethargy that always lingered in the room after making love to you until both were satisfied.

In fact, he still retained the delicious trace of your warmth against his skin. However, the moment he tried to settle more comfortably and turned over, noticing that you had let go of his grip to sink deeper into your own side of the bed, the silence of the room was subtly interrupted when, out of nowhere, a metallic sound was heard, almost imperceptible.

The door handles began to move clumsily, tugging uselessly against the lock that, out of pure precaution and the search for privacy, both had put in place before starting their pre-sleep activities. He didn’t need to be a mind reader to know perfectly who was on the other side.

Containing a sigh that tugged at the corner of his lips, he sat up slowly. He didn’t bother turning on the bedside lamp; instead, he moved around in the dark, searching for his sweatpants on the floor and putting them on clumsily in the gloom, juggling to keep his balance. Before taking a single step, he turned toward the bed. He gave you a quick, meticulous look, making sure your breathing remained steady. Upon confirming that your rest remained intact, he walked barefoot toward the entrance. He carefully unlatched the lock and opened the door little by little.

Just as he had predicted, Hae-Rin’s silhouette stood out against the dim light of the hallway. Her hair was completely tousled, her feet were bare, and her sleepy little eyes betrayed a mix of sleep and contained childish alarm. He felt a tug at his heart. The image was so tender that any trace of nighttime heaviness evaporated instantly.

He crouched down to her level, opening his arms in a silent invitation. The little girl didn’t hesitate; she immediately threw herself toward him, wrapping her little arms around his neck with adorable desperation. Heeseung held her, stroking her back.

“What are you doing awake at this hour, sweetheart? You didn’t wake up your brother, did you?” he whispered in her ear, barely a thread of voice, hoarse from the lingering sleep.

“Dae-Hee is asleep, I didn’t bother him at all. Or well… he didn’t wake up even though I insisted I needed his help. He sleeps like a rock even during emergencies,” Hae-Rin replied, imitating his low tone with a seriousness that made Heeseung chuckle. “Because yes… There is an emergency, Daddy.”

Heeseung frowned, scanning the empty hallway as his protective instinct flared in his chest.

“An emergency?” he asked, pulling her back a little to look at her small face, searching for any sign, even the slightest, that something might be bothering her at this time of night. “Does something hurt? Do you need to go to the bathroom? Did you have a bad dream?”

The girl shook her head repeatedly, her hair swinging from side to side. Seeing that Heeseung insisted with his gaze, Hae-Rin shifted her eyes toward the interior of the bedroom. The hallway light barely reached to illuminate the silhouette of your sleeping body on the bed. With an air of absolute secrecy, the little girl took her father’s hand and pulled him backward, urging him to step completely out into the corridor. Heeseung let himself be guided, standing up with a smile he could no longer hide.

“Why so much mystery, huh? Is it something Mommy shouldn’t know about?” he asked with a muffled laugh, touched by how cautious she was trying to be so as not to wake you.

Hae-Rin stopped in the middle of the carpeted hallway, let go of his hand, and clasped her own fingers behind her back, rocking on her heels. She looked up at him with the greatest expression of guilt her five years allowed her to muster.

“Daddy… Will you help me with my homework? It’s just… I forgot to do it,” she murmured, dragging out the words and giving him her most elaborate puppy eyes.

Heeseung’s smile froze on his face. It took him a couple of seconds to process the request, until he suddenly let out a heavy sigh, running both hands over his face in a desperate attempt to shake off the remaining drowsiness. With his heart beating a little faster from the scare, he slowly turned his head toward the bedroom door, almost begging the universe that your sleep was heavy enough not to have heard Hae-Rin’s bold confession.

Noticing that everything remained calm, he looked back at the little girl, this time adopting a moderately stern expression that he rarely managed to maintain in front of her.

“Are you telling me you forgot your homework? At this hour?” he scolded in a whisper, incredulous, crossing his arms as he looked down at her from his height. “Lee Hae-Rin, we clearly saw how Mommy spent almost the entire weekend helping your brother with his things. We even asked you more than once if you also had anything to turn in, and you assured us you didn’t on every occasion. You said only Dae-Hee had assignments.”

The little girl, feeling cornered, didn’t waste time deploying her best defense strategy: she lunged forward, wrapping her little arms around her father’s leg while lifting her face, giving him an exaggerated pout and eyes shining with remorse.

“Please don’t tell Mommy, Daddy!” the little girl pleaded in the same low tone, pressing herself tighter against his sweatpants. “It’s just… I really only cared about playing. I was having so much fun that I completely forgot I also had to do the same homework as Dae-Hee.”

Heeseung let out another sigh, completely surrendering to his daughter’s adorable manipulation. Shaking his head, he crouched to her level and picked her up, settling her against his chest as he began walking with stealthy steps toward the room the twins shared.

“You know this isn’t the first time you’ve done this, you little troublemaker,” he warned her in a low voice, tucking a messy strand of hair behind the girl’s ear as they moved down the hallway. “If you keep neglecting things like this, Mommy is really going to end up punishing you again, and this time I won’t be able to save you.”

“And whose fault is it that studying isn’t even half as fun as playing with my dolls?” Hae-Rin responded immediately, crossing her arms over her father’s shoulder with implacable childish logic. Heeseung simply looked at her for a brief second, holding back a smile at the little girl’s audacity.

He then entered the children’s room carefully, making sure not to disturb Dae-Hee’s peaceful sleep, who was sleeping soundly curled up in his own bed. Gently, he placed Hae-Rin on her sheets and sat on the edge of the mattress, weighing the situation before proposing the only viable escape he could think of at that hour.

“Okay, let’s do this. This is the solution I propose…” he murmured, leaning toward her with an air of complicity. “Tomorrow, when your brother wakes up, or better yet, when you’re already at school and Mommy can’t find out… you two get together. Turn in Dae-Hee’s flag and say you did it together, that you both painted the drawing. That way the teacher will grade both of you and there won’t be any problem.”

“You’re the smartest daddy in the whole world!” Hae-Rin celebrated with a radiant smile that lit up her little face, immediately throwing herself into his arms again to wrap them around his neck.

“Shhh~ don’t be so rowdy at this hour,” Heeseung laughed, returning the hug tenderly before planting a gentle kiss on her forehead. He tucked her back onto the pillow and pulled the blankets up to cover her properly to her shoulders. “Anyway, don’t worry anymore, your brother will help you in the morning.”

At that statement, father and daughter turned their heads at the same time, giving a quick glance to little Dae-Hee before exchanging a smile full of complicity. Heeseung caressed the girl’s cheek one last time in farewell.

“Good night, my little girl. Go back to sleep now.”

After receiving a subtle nod from her, Heeseung stood up and prepared to leave the room with the same stealth with which he had entered. However, his body still felt too tense to go straight back to bed with you; the adrenaline from the little emergency had left his throat dry. Deviating from his original path, he headed silently toward the stairs and descended the steps toward the darkness of the kitchen, with the sole intention of pouring himself a refreshing glass of water.

The ground floor was immersed in peaceful darkness. Heeseung reached the counter, took a glass, and filled it directly from the dispenser, enjoying the first cold sip that slid down his throat. He was savoring the silence, believing that the nighttime odyssey had finally ended, when a small silhouette materialized out of nowhere right beside him. He jumped violently in place, almost choking on the water as he brought a hand to his chest from the unexpected scare.

“What now?” he asked, recovering his breath and setting the glass on the counter to crouch down immediately and pick her up in his arms again.

“It’s just…” the girl began, twisting her mouth into a deeply distressed pout while playing with the buttons of her pajama top. “I just remembered that my flag didn’t have the same drawing as Dae-Hee’s, Daddy. Mine had to be a different theme.”

Heeseung tilted his head back, closing his eyes tightly as he let out a dry laugh, devoid of any humor. He was completely incredulous, caught between frustration and pure exhaustion. The only thing his mind and body craved in that instant was to drag himself back to bed, slip under the sheets, and sleep deeply, wrapped around you.

Hae-Rin, immediately detecting the absolute exhaustion and subtle frustration on her father’s face, didn’t waste time activating her contingency plan. Changing her expression in the blink of an eye, she looked at him with rapidly blinking eyelashes and suddenly bright, almost tearful eyes, while leaning her body forward to wrap her arms tightly around his neck.

“I love you so much, Daddy! I’m really sorry,” the little girl exclaimed in an urgent whisper, pressing herself against his shoulder. “I promise I’ll never, ever let myself forget the homework again. From now on I’m going to behave super well, you’ll see.”

Heeseung let out a dry sigh and pulled her back just a few centimeters, holding her by the sides to look at her with a mix of consternation and disbelief. He furrowed his brow, not out of real annoyance, but out of the amazement that his little creation’s cunning always caused him, and pressed his lips into a straight line while slowly shaking his head. He had heard that same empty promise so many times in recent months that he had already lost count; chaos seemed to be the natural state of that girl, and the promises of amendment lasted only as long as it took for the sun to rise.

“Listen to me carefully, Lee Hae-Rin, because this is going to be the last time I save your skin,” he warned, narrowing his eyes with feigned severity and pointing at her with his index finger. “If Mommy finds out and punishes you, or if they call you out at school, I’m not going to intervene for you anymore. You’re on your own after this.”

The little girl, far from being intimidated, returned exactly the same expression, wrinkling her forehead and pressing her lips with the exact same determination. The physical resemblance between the two had always been undeniable, but in moments like this, where Hae-Rin replicated his gestures with almost comical precision, Heeseung remembered that the little girl was a reflection of his own being combined with yours. She had also heard that same “last time” sentence countless times, and she knew perfectly well that, despite the warnings, he continued to be her official rescuer.

“Okay, Daddy. Go get the school stuff then,” she murmured, relaxing her face now that she knew she had won and giving him little pats on the shoulder in a carefree manner.

“I’ll go get the materials to make that dam- ... dummy flag,” Heeseung grumbled in a low voice, finally surrendering as he slid the girl’s body down to the floor.

“Yay! Good luck, Daddy! You’re the best daddy in the whole world,” Hae-Rin exclaimed in an excited whisper, jumping on her bare feet.

Without wasting a single second, the girl turned around and began to slip away with quick, silent steps toward the hallway, heading for the stairs. Heeseung stood by the kitchen counter, watching the scene with his arms crossed over his chest and one eyebrow raised, waiting to see how far his daughter’s boldness would go. When he saw her halfway up the first flight of stairs, he decided to break the silence.

“And where do you think you’re going in such a hurry, young lady?” he asked, raising his voice slightly so it would reach her clearly from where he stood.

“To keep sleeping in my little bed,” Hae-Rin replied, stopping midway up the step to look at him over her shoulder with total naturalness. “I trust you’re going to do a very pretty job with my homework, Daddy. Although… well, we all know you don’t have the same magic hands as Mommy for crafts, but I’m sure it’ll turn out nice. Good night!”

Before she could take the next step to continue her escape, Heeseung reacted with lightning agility. He crossed the kitchen and took the first steps two at a time, catching her just as the girl reached the top of the stairs. With a clean movement and an amused smile playing on his lips, he lifted her and tucked her under his arm, carrying her as if she were a sack of potatoes.

“Oh no! Daddy, put me down!” Hae-Rin squealed between muffled giggles, kicking lightly in the air while her tousled hair fell toward the floor.

“No way, little one,” the older one declared as he descended the steps again with a firm pace, ignoring the girl’s playful complaints. “If I can’t be in my bed sleeping hugged up with Mommy because of you, then you’re not going to yours either. You’re staying here and taking responsibility for your recklessness. It’s time you learned a lesson.”

When he reached the ground floor, Heeseung walked straight to the living room and, with total care, placed his chaotic little love on the surface of the coffee table. Then he stretched out his arm and turned on the lights in the room, flooding the space with brightness that made the girl blink in annoyance at the sudden glare.

“Sit right there. I’ll go get the cardstock and scissors. You’re going to tell me exactly what we have to do,” Heeseung ordered, giving her one last warning look before heading toward the hallway closet where you kept all the supplies.

After a while, he returned to the living room carrying a box full of colored cardstock, school scissors, and other things under one arm, while with his hands he balanced two steaming mugs he had just prepared in the kitchen. He set the materials on the coffee table and handed Hae-Rin her cup of warm milk with honey, reserving the strong coffee for himself. He knew he was going to need it.

“Alright, little boss. Here are the mugs and the materials. Now tell me, what exactly is your theme supposed to be?” Heeseung murmured, taking a sip of his coffee before sitting on the rug, at the level of the table.

“Monarch butterflies, Daddy. Dae-Hee’s was about planets, but mine has to be butterflies in a forest,” Hae-Rin explained, taking a sip of her milk and immediately leaving a tender white mustache on her upper lip. “But put some pretty green leaves, don’t cut them ugly like last time.”

“Hey! My cutting technique has improved a lot, your Mommy assures me,” he defended himself with an indignant smile, taking a green cardstock and beginning to trace the silhouette of some leaves with all the concentration in the world.

The following hours passed in an absolutely cozy nocturnal bubble. Although in that living room a battle was being fought against time and glue sticks. Hae-Rin, acting as the most demanding creative director, pointed with her little finger indicating where to place each detail, gracefully criticizing her father’s drawing attempts, and Heeseung, with infinite patience that only his little girl could evoke, obeyed every order. He cut, painted, and glued tirelessly, stopping only to clean the milk remnants from his daughter’s face or to share a complicit laugh every time a stroke didn’t come out quite straight.

However, exhaustion soon took its toll on them silently; Hae-Rin’s eyelids began to grow heavy, her corrections turned into sleepy mumbles, and without realizing it, sleep overcame both of them in the middle of the night.

When the first rays of morning sun began to filter through the curtains, you woke up feeling Heeseung’s side completely cold. Surprised, you put on a robe and quietly went down the stairs, following the trace of a faint light coming from the living room. When you peeked in, the scene that unfolded before your eyes forced you to cover your mouth to contain an exclamation of pure tenderness.

Hae-Rin was deeply asleep on the sofa, curled up in a ball and hugging a cushion tightly, but her little hand hung toward the floor, firmly holding Heeseung’s fingers. He, for his part, was completely sprawled out on the rug; he had a smudge of blue acrylic paint on the back of his hand and, for some reason only his daughter could explain, a shiny star sticker decorated his right cheek.

On the coffee table reigned an adorable chaos: the two empty mugs, scattered cardstock scraps, and, in the center, the famous finished flag. Despite being a last-minute job, the result was quite decent.

A low laugh escaped your lips, breaking the morning silence. The sound was enough to make Heeseung stir uncomfortably on the floor, letting out a lazy groan before opening one eye. Upon seeing you standing next to the sofa, looking fresh and rested unlike his current deplorable state, a tired smile drew across his face. He stretched his free arm toward you, wiggling his fingers in a silent gesture for you to come closer.

You didn’t hesitate for a second. You walked toward him, knelt on the rug, and lay down directly on his chest, settling your head in the crook of his shoulder. Heeseung immediately wrapped his arms around you, sighing with relief at recovering your warmth.

“Good morning, beautiful…” Heeseung whispered with a voice hoarse from sleep, hiding his face in your neck. “Forgive me for leaving you sleeping alone the rest of the night. My plans to come back got complicated.”

“I can see that,” you replied in a teasing tone, gently stroking his clean arm. “Are you going to explain to me what this whole art workshop you set up in my living room is about?”

“Please, don’t get mad at the little one or at me, okay?” he asked quickly, intertwining his fingers with yours while leaving a chaste kiss on your temple. “There was an emergency and the two of us worked really hard to get it done in the middle of the night, just so we wouldn’t bother you or Dae-Hee. We were a great team.”

You let out another little laugh, turning your head a bit to look at him directly. You stretched out your hand and carefully removed the sticker from his cheek, kissing the exact spot where it had been before joining your lips with his in a tender, unhurried kiss. Heeseung responded immediately, deepening the contact slowly while his hand ran up your back in a comforting caress.

“As much as I’d like to, I can’t be mad at you,” you admitted as you pulled away from the kiss, looking at him with pure adoration. “Not when you’re such a considerate husband and such a wonderful father… even if you’re clearly spoiling and indulging our daughter too much.”

Heeseung smiled sideways, with a lazy air but overflowing with extremely proud guilt.

“I still gave her a good lesson, okay? I made her stay awake with me until late so she could see that she has to take responsibility for her recklessness no matter what,” he declared, puffing out his chest with so much pride.

To which you shook your head, sporting a mocking smile while giving him a gentle tap on the shoulder.

“Yes, yes, whatever you say… Mr. Dad of the Year.”

At that moment, slow little footsteps were heard coming from the hallway. It was Dae-Hee, who appeared rubbing his little eyes with his fist and dragging his feet lazily. Upon seeing his parents hugging on the rug and his sister sleeping on the sofa, the boy walked straight to the furniture and, with his usual docility, carefully climbed up to instinctively snuggle up next to Hae-Rin, sharing the same blanket.

The family picture was simply perfect, a postcard of domestic warmth that made your chest swell with happiness. However, the bubble of peace lasted only a few seconds more. Until the shrill alarm of your phone began to sound in the pocket of your robe, resonating loudly throughout the house. The effect was immediate: Hae-Rin sat up abruptly on the sofa, opening her eyes wide with total exaltation, while Heeseung startled on the floor, immediately going on alert.

“My homework! Daddy, the flag! Where is it?” the little girl asked in an alarmed voice, looking in all directions with her little heart racing.

“It’s here, it’s here! Let me check if anything came unglued,” Heeseung exclaimed, peeling away from you in a hurry to crawl toward the coffee table and grab the piece of cardstock, inspecting it urgently.

You sat up slowly, settling on the rug with your legs folded while you took out your phone, checking the screen after unlocking it. Upon reading the notification that had just arrived in the parents’ group chat, a mix of amusement and irony completely flooded you.

“Wait a moment, you pair of night workers,” you announced, drawing both of their attention. “The teacher just sent a notice exactly two minutes ago… It says classes are suspended today at the last minute due to a problem with the school’s pipes. There’s no school.”

Silence reigned in the living room for a brief second. Heeseung remained static, holding the flag in the air, and Hae-Rin blinked, processing the information. In unison, father and daughter let out an identical groan full of deep frustration and fell back; the girl buried herself again in the sofa and Heeseung slammed his back against the rug, covering his face with a cushion while cursing internally in a low voice.

“By the way…” intervened Dae-Hee’s small voice, who was still calmly lying on the sofa looking at the ceiling. “That flag wasn’t due today, Rinie. Today we were supposed to bring the clay model that Mommy and I made over the weekend.”

Heeseung removed the cushion from his face with dramatic slowness, his left eyebrow twitching slightly from pure indignation. He turned his head toward the sofa, fixing a withering look on his daughter.

“Hae-Rin?!” he exclaimed, dragging out the words in a tone that demanded an immediate explanation. The girl, finding herself caught in her own tangle and activating her last defense mechanism, peeked out only her eyes from above the cushion, looking at her father with total childish cheekiness.

“That’s exactly why I spent the whole weekend insisting that I didn’t have any homework to do for today, Daddy!” the little girl defended herself with impeccable logic, without losing her eloquence.

You couldn’t hold it back any longer and let out a loud laugh that echoed throughout the room, immediately infecting little Dae-Hee, who also let out a soft giggle from his spot. Heeseung looked at the ceiling, letting out a resigned laugh and unable to believe how his brilliant paternal lesson plan had been completely sabotaged by the mind of a five-year-old little girl.

“You’re definitely going to drive me crazy in this house, you’re all dangerous,” Heeseung complained dramatically, stretching out an arm to pull you back toward his body. You let yourself fall beside him, hugging him around the waist while he wrapped his arm around your shoulders, sealing the moment with a sigh full of happy exhaustion.

At the end of the day, or rather, at the start of that free morning, the flag was made, the laughter was not lacking, and you had the “Dad of the Year” trapped in your living room for a few more hours of pure sleep and family cuddles.

✶ . ࣪ ׅ 𝗘𝗩𝗘𝗡𝗧 𝗧𝗔𝗚𝗟𝗜𝗦𝗧 :

⎯⎯ @taty-02z : @evanheestarz : @baekgufx : @rawwerewolfthunder : @rayofsunshineeee : @nmoonzs : @saccharinezennie : @ikonkkomi : @jakeycakeys : @hazeheart12 : @enzsstuff01 : @en-muse :

[i2sunric]

HOW YOU GET THE GIRL (s.jy) — pt. 6

── ୨ৎ ── how does a nerdy loser like jake manage to get you to fall in love with him ? the answer is with a lot of yearning and manifesting.

⤷ nerdy-loser!jake x popular-black cat!reader

!! smau (9 pics), dirty talks, just a horny couple, jake is insecure :(, your honour they are in love.

masterlist: PART 1 ; PART 2 ; PART 3 ; PART 4 ; PART 5 ; PART 6 ;

TAGLIST: TAGLIST IS CLOSED (permanent) @stolasisyourparent @jaeyunsbimbo @jwnghyuns @bangtancultsposts @shawnyle @jooniesbears-blog @skzenhalove @ro-diaries @onlyhyunjin @xcosmi @heeheeswifey @jakeflvrz @astratlantis @tunafishyfishylike @branchrkive @insommni4 @kirinaa08 @leiclerc @nxzz-skz @beomluvrr @heeshlove @riribelle @cloud-lyy @enhamonsterghoul @star-hoon @princesstiti14 @mintchocoddeonut @lostgirlysstuff @firstclassjaylee @jazz7gnab @cyutecoree @hooniluhv @soullesslien @chowonasblog @heartmira @keeeholic @skz-enha @swehee @desirxriki @jakeycakeys @envil @swiftjay23 @i4tzy @k-4ttiee @simjaeyunslut @shadesofc00l @cosm1cgarbag3 @vampyriki (smau) @ily4hoonity @wvndrls

a/n: is this the calm before the storm? 😥

[je0nji]

fucking you on the staircase after an argument ─── ༺𖦹𖣘⍟

i love you, i will always love you— even with your hands around my throat, especially then. you’ll never recover from that kind of devotion.

(이희승 x fem reader) you look into my eyes, you can't recognize my face, you're in my world now, you can stay, but you belong to me, ooh, you belong to me if it hurts to breathe, open a window, your mind wants to leave , but you can't go ─ house of balloons

༄❣︎ ─ don’t have much to say for myself this is just pure filth honestly— this is extremely toxic. also always wanted to write about sucking toes heeseung is the perfect candidate.

oh my fucking god

00. masterlist

word count 3.7k

content advisory toxic relationship dynamics, like extremely toxic, toxic heeseung (reader is spiralling), jealousy, possessiveness, arguments, angst, mentions of obsession, dirty talk, unhealthy coping mechanisms, emotional distress, denial, dissociation, manipulation, power imbalances.

smut advisory unprotected sex, staircase fucking, forced proximity, creampie, oral, pussy eating, dirty–talking, missionary, backshots, deep penetration, finger–sucking, choking, fingering, kissing, ass eating, thumb in asshole, feet fetish, heeseung licks and sucks readers toes, reader gets shy, manipulation through sex, mentions of pregnancy, filthy sex just pure filth okay.

“you’re overreacting” heeseung sounds unbothered when he slams the car door shut behind him. like you’re bothering him by being angry— like you’re making a big deal out of nothing. you freeze, turning to face him— your usual calm expression— gone. replaced by genuine hurt and anger.

heeseung’s never seen you like this.

usually whenever you get mad at him, or the two of you have a misunderstanding— you keep it to yourself, then communicate with him the next day calmly and you two sort it out, you always do.

but tonight, you’re different— calm facade clearly breaking. you had ignored him the whole car ride home. whenever he made conversation, you’d turn your head to the window, leg bouncing uncontrollably— and not to mention slapping his hand away when he tried to rest it on your thigh.

you were angry at him, that was obvious, but you were also tired— tired of the same shit happening over and over again even after you talked about it with him. he never listens. just apologised and does the same thing over again.

it stings.

you’re hurt and heeseung knows why.

tonight was your staff night out, and you had brought heeseung along to introduce him to your co-workers. he was well behaved for most of the night, you’ll give him that, talking and laughing along with the people you worked with politely.

until you came back from the bathroom after touching up your makeup only to see him at the bar, with jiwoo from finance, her hands on heeseung’s chest, running a finger along his buttons playfully.

heeseung was laughing— looking down at her hand and raising an eyebrow. you saw it all, and you knew that look all too well.

that same look he’d given the girls he’s flirted with before— that look that had you up all night, crying silently on your side of the bed while heeseung slept peacefully beside you, that look that had you comparing yourself to random girls on the street when heeseung would stare at them for a second longer than necessary.

he was always like this, a flirt.

you knew that when you first started dating and you know that now. but what you didn’t know was that heeseung was going to keep flirting with other women despite your relationship.

but he wouldn’t flirt obvious enough for you to accuse him of cheating— it was in his tone, the way he could make everyday conversation sound seductive, suggestive, the way he would look at them— like he’s imagining bending them over and taking them from behind.

maybe you were overthinking it, maybe he can’t control it, some people are just natural flirts and don’t know they’re flirting.

and anytime you’d bring it up to him, heeseung would laugh like you were talking crazy, brush it off— lay you down and fuck you good, whispering sweet words in your ear to remind you— who he’s in love with, who he’s obsessed with and who he’s buried inside right now.

and just like that things would be fine again. you would never leave him, and heeseung knew that. but what heeseung also knew is that he would never cheat on you, never take it that far. he knew what he was doing, he knew how jealous and insecure you would get deep down inside— you’re pride too high to ever admit it— show it, voice it to him. and he hated that.

he wanted you to snap.

wanted you to break.

wanted you to show him how ugly and possessive you can get inside.

he liked that about you, that no matter how innocent or unbothered you may appear on the outside— inside there’s darkness, a timer— ready to be set off at any minute now.

your throat tightened like it always did when you saw him with yet again another girl. so you stepped forward, forced a smile and walked right up to them— eyes landing on her hand that was now closer to his waistband. heeseung’s face lit up when he saw you, clearing his throat and stepping back from jiwoo— naturally placing his arm around your waist.

“yn” jiwoo greeted you politely— fake. you only glared back at her, smile also— fake. she cleared her throat after a few minutes of uncomfortable silence, she stepped back, “bye heeseung”

your jaw tightened when she left, heeseung smiled down at you like nothing had happened “hi baby” you grabbed his arm rough— pulling him down to your level, lips brushing his ear.

“we’ll talk about that when we get home” you shove him back, walking away with a sway to your hips. heeseung could only smile to himself— eyes glued to your ass in that lacy dress, this is what he wanted.

you storm inside your shared home, heels clacking against the tiles of your hallway. “i’m overreacting?! so you weren’t all over jiwoo just then— my fucking co-worker?!”

heeseung locks the door behind you two, throwing his keys on the table— fingers pinching between his eyebrows in frustration, he laughs “baby, she was all over me, i told her i had a girlfriend, what was i supposed to do? shove her off me?”

you scoff in disbelief at his words “yes! you could’ve but you didn’t heeseung that’s your problem you like the fucking attention” heeseung takes a step closer to you “don’t fucking swear at me baby” you push his chest, “i’m a grown woman i think i can swear if i want to, and right now it feels really fucking necessary” he stumbles back, eyes wide a little taken aback at how aggressive you’re being.

he wasn’t expecting this, was expecting you to cry to him— tell him you want him to stop talking to other women, beg him to never leave you.

but you’re expression is stone cold, arms crossed over your chest.

you shake your head at him. “come on don’t be like that” he takes a step closer again— hand going to tuck a strand hair behind your ear.

he’s not taking you seriously.

“don’t touch me” he furrows his eyebrows taking a step back. “so that’s how you’re gonna be, huh?” his tongue pokes the inside of his cheek. you don’t answer him just turn to the kitchen, footsteps heavy.

heeseung follows after you without hesitation. “what happened to talking to each other huh? you know communicating? you’re being childish right now”

you slam the fridge door shut, eyes glassy with anger as you look up at him. “well clearly talking it through with you isn’t fucking working, you never listen hee, just apologise and do the same shit over and over again it’s exhausting”

that shoots straight through him, “it’s not like i kissed her, god” he clicks his tongue, running a hand through his hair. you scoff, “looked like it was getting pretty fucking close to that” heeseung unbuttons the first two buttons of his dress shirt, loosening his tie, ears hot.

“you think i’d cheat on you baby? really? you think i’d stoop that fucking low?” he catches the dish towel when you throw it at him.

“i don’t think this is working anymore”

silence.

and for a second you almost want to travel back in time and shut yourself up. but you don’t. you let the words settle. heeseung stares at you— he wasn’t expecting this, he scoffs “what?” you shrug “i don’t know how many times i’ve had to bring this up to you before, it’s toxic heeseung i can’t do this anymore, i’m fucking done” and with that you begin walking towards the stairs, heeseung is quick after you— rolling up his sleeves.

“the fuck did you just say to me?”

you’re three steps up the staircase when he grabs your ankle, making you trip against the tiles. “what the fuck are you doing heeseung let go” he doesn’t listen, only grabs your waist and spins you around, laying you down on your back, hard cold tiles sending shivers up your spine from the backless dress you’re wearing.

heeseung’s hands are on either side of your head— caging you. “look i know you’re jealous baby” he smirks pushing his body on top of yours. and you hate him for how good he looks right now. “you wanna leave me? hm?”

“get off me heeseung” you whine, trying to get up but he only presses himself against you harder, legs spread on either side of his waist. he grinds down on you once and that’s enough to make you whimper, hands catching his biceps, finally meeting his gaze. “think i’m toxic? bad for you?” he cooes stroking your cheek.

he looks annoyingly good like this, face a little red from the arguing, but still that cocky smirk he always has plastered on his face. it’s annoying you. he’s mocking you.

“i don’t think you want me to get off you, hm baby?” he looks down at where your bodies are connected, keeping a slow place when he rubs his bulge against your heat. “in fact i think you want more, huh baby?” he smiles and you shake your head no, a little breathless from the feeling of his clothed cock rubbing against your clit.

heeseung grabs your cheeks hard, squishing them together— your lips puckered up like a fish. you look terrified, it only pushes him further.

“no? no you don’t want more? let’s see what this little pussy has to say, huh?” heeseung lifts himself off you then, letting your cheeks go with a slap, forcing your head sideways, tears fall from your face.

he backs down a step on your staircase so he’s eye level with your pussy— he’s giving you the space to move— leave, he’s not holding you down anymore.

but you stay, legs spread for him.

he carefully pulls your lacy panties to the side and when he sees you’re glistening for him he chuckles, cocky.

“such a bad liar baby, you’re soaked for me look at that” heeseung licks his lips once, slowly running his middle finger along your folds, gathering your slick to show you. your cheeks flush in embarrassment. okay maybe you were a little turned on. he’s never treated you like this before, this rough.

heeseung smiles proud, on his knees below you on one of your steps, he lifts your left leg up. he brings your calf to his mouth kissing and humming against your soft skin at how good you smell. you’d lathered yourself in oils and lotions earlier to get ready for the night and heeseung can’t get over how smooth you are.

“shit baby” he groans, rubbing his bulge against your thigh. he lets your heel fall, kissing up to your feet. heeseung presses your foot to his face, sniffing your sole, hips bucking against you as he lets out a soft groan. you bite your bottom lip in embarrassment at your foot all up in his face like this.

“heeseung—stop it’s embarrassing!” he stops immediately pulling your foot from his face to get a look at your flushed, tear streaked face and it only turns him on more.

“yeah? you embarrassed baby? embarrassed because ’m fucking obsessed with every inch of you?” he smirks holding your gaze when he slides his tongue between your toes, you flinch trying to pull your foot back— whining at the unwanted tickle.

heeseung’s having none of it, grip tight around your foot when he takes your toe into his mouth swirling his tongue around it. he holds your gaze and you hide your face in your hands, chest falling up and down.

he’s never done this before. has he always liked feet? the truth is, he doesn’t have a weird fetish for feet, but your feet? well that’s a whole different topic.

heeseung gets lost in the feeling of your toes in his mouth— grinding himself down on your bare pussy— meanwhile he’s still fully clothed. he closes his eyes rubbing your feet all over his face, sucking and licking.

“fuck baby wanted this for so long” he licks from your heel to the tips of your white toes. “didn’t wanna tell you, scare you away, but since you think i want other women, wanna leave me— think it’s necessary i show you how down bad i am for you”

your chest swells with pride when he speaks— he sounds so submissive right now. you look at him, eyes dark when you pull your foot from his mouth, trailing it down his chest to his bulge. heeseung watches eyes wide, breath stuttering— whimpering softly when you rub your foot back and forth over his clothed cock.

“baby—“ he throws his head back and that’s when you take your chance to move, standing up to walk upstairs, you hadn’t t forgotten what he pulled earlier, mind still set on leaving him.

but you only make it to the quarter— landing. he’s quick to grab your ankle again, making you fall to your knees— you squeak in pain— he’s holding you down from behind now, hovering over you.

heeseung leans down to your ear his hot breath making you shiver, “where do you think you’re going hm?” he sticks his tongue out licking all over your earlobe, moving to your cheek, gathering your tears with his tongue— enjoying the salty taste in his mouth.

you sob, more tears falling, he’s so nasty with you tonight, you squirm beneath him and he only growls because you’re pushing your ass back against his crotch. heeseung holds back a moan, grinding his own hips down to meet your ass.

“still mad at me baby? still wanna break up?” you nod “yes hee— shit” he smiles at the shake in your voice, “yeah? need me to fuck it out of you then baby? show you who i’m really obsessed with?” he doesn’t even need you to reply, he already knows the answer, he lifts up your dress, bunching it around your hips— your panties still pushed to the side.

you look so perfect like this, on your hands and knees on the staircase, ass arched, all ready for him. he takes his lower lip between his teeth at the sight of you, unbuckling his belt quicker than he ever has before. unzipping his pants just enough to free his cock.

your cheek is pressed against the tile of the landing floor— turning your head to get a view of his cock, it’s big— flushed pink tip leaking pre cum. heeseung sees you staring and winks at you, stroking himself a few times before pushing himself inside you slowly from behind, eyes on yours.

your eyes roll to the back of your head when you feel him burry himself balls deep inside of you, moving slowly— hands on your hips. you mewl loudly hands sweaty against the tile floor when heeseung thrusts into you rough, your ass bouncing against his hips.

he groans deeply at the sight— grabbing a fistful of your hair, pulling you back towards his chest, letting your head rest on his shoulder while he fucks up into you, balls slapping your clit.

“you know i flirt with all these girls baby but they’d never have me like this” he whispers in your ear, tongue licking at your neck. “you’re my special girl, yeah?” you want to push him away, roll your eyes but you can’t— your body caught in a trance.

“y-you’re— you’re a fucking whore baby” you cry out without really thinking. all you know is that you’re angry at him, even more now that he’s making you feel so good. your eyes spill more tears from the pleasure he’s giving you.

heeseung growls in your ear picking up his pace— cock twitching inside you, left hand reaching up to wrap around your throat, “yeah? i’m the whore?“ he chuckles— tightening his grip around your throat— right hand pulling down the front of your dress to play with your tits.

“you’re the one crying on my cock baby” he cooes, cupping your tit feeling it bounce in his hand. you moan louder when he pushes your cheek back down on the step, right hand gripping your hair as he thrusts into you with skill, you clench around him at the way he’s treating you.

“jealous little slut huh baby?” you can’t answer him, can’t talk, your mind is gone, eyes rolled back, tongue sticking out a little at the side of your mouth. heeseung has to stop himself from cumming from your lewd expression alone. “think you can leave me? think i want other girls like this? who does this cock belong to huh?”

“m—me— me” you push yourself up, body weight on your forearms, pushing your ass back against him, meeting his thrusts. he freezes— slapping your ass watching himself slip in and out of you. “that’s it baby take what’s yours” your body is exhausted but you’re desperate to make him feel good. show him who he has, show him why he doesn’t need to flirt with other girls. remind him who owns him.

“fuck that’s so hot” his hand rest on your lower back, just above your ass, right thumb pressing against your pretty little asshole. you twitch when he pushes the tip of his thumb in, cock still fucking in and out of you with brutal force. “hee—“

“shh baby taking me so fucking well, wanna fill all your holes” you walls clam around him uncontrollably— body betraying you. he’s talking and using you so nasty right now— you don’t want to accept the fact that like you like it. his left hand moves from your tit to your mouth, stroking your bottom lip.

you let his long fingers in, swirling your tongue around them, heeseung moans at the view of you through the mirror on the wall in front of you two, he pushes your head up forcing you to look at yourself in the mirror. “that’s it baby, look at you— all your holes filled by me huh? you like that?”

you try to avoid the mirror but god you look a mess, in the best possible way, your dark hair messy from heeseungs grip, drool hanging from your chin, eyebrows raised and stitched together in pleasure, heeseung behind you, still fully dressed except for his cock, eyes locked on your ass until he meets your eyes in the mirror, he looks so sexy like this.

the sight of him sends you over the edge, your walls flutter around him and you reach out behind you to push him back but he grabs your arm, pinning it behind your back. “heeseung— gonna— gonna cum” heeseung smirks pulling out of you suddenly.

you whine— tears falling from your flushed face. he stays behind you— eyes locked on your face through the mirror “tell me you forgive me” you shake your head in protest and he shrugs, moving his cock up and down your folds. your legs shake.

“if you wanna cum, gonna have to forgive me baby” he smirks “come on i didn’t mean it, don’t care about her, i know where my priorities lie” he takes hold of his cock, rubbing it against your clit. your breathe hitches— you were so close and he just pulled out, edged you.

“baby spit it out” he slides into you dangerously slow, grazing your insides. “come on princess, know you wanna cum all over this cock, just say the words” you can’t take it anymore, you’re so sensitive, so ready to realease.

“okay— i— i forgive you” you speak, voice barely audible. heeseungs clicks his tongue, not satisfied. “say it like you mean it” you’re growing impatient, clenching around nothing, “please heeseung i forgive you baby, don’t wanna break up with you, just fucking make me cum please”

heeseung smirks satisfied, pulling out of you completely before slamming back into you, fucking against you relentlessly, your moans echoing in the halls.

“that’s it baby, there’s my good girl. cum, cum all over this dick” your whole body shakes beneath him when you orgasm on his cock, you pulse around him aggressively— making him whimper “such a stupid girl aren’t you? thinking you can break up with me” he pounds into you a few more times, moans high and broken.

“shit i’m close too, gonna cum inside you princess, gonna fill you up, get you pregnant” you nod, head heavy, eyes hooded as you look at him through the mirror, back arched for him. “hee—” that sends him over the edge, just the sight of you, just your voice saying his name is enough for him.

“yeah fuck yn hm? want me to put a baby in you?” he cums inside you when you nod— emptying his balls with a low groan, fucking himself through his orgasm, you sigh at the feeling of his warm cum shooting inside your womb.

he stays inside you for a moment before he pulls out— watching his cum leak out of you. he watches your holes clench around nothing. you’re lying there— exhausted, body still shaking from your orgasm.

heeseung bends down to move his head closer to your pussy, licking a stripe of his cum that was leaking from you, gathering it on his tongue before he pushes his tongue in your hole, fucking his tongue in and out of you— making sure none of his cum goes to waste.

your legs shake from the sensitivity, heeseung licks up to your asshole, circling it with his tongue making you flinch. he places a soft kiss on your hole, pulling away slow, breathless. watching your collapsed body on the staircase, he laughs tucking himself back into his pants.

“you’re hot when you’re jealous baby you know that?” he lies down beside you on your stairs. “glad we could make up” heeseung strokes your messy hair, your makeup ruined from the tears— he smiles to himself knowing he was the cause.

he kisses your lips softly, “i’m fucking obsessed with you baby— you can’t leave me, ever” he leans his forehead against yours. you just stare at him— eyes empty, your mind blank, you’re completely gone, spaced out. heeseung laughs softly, this is exactly how he wants you. “can’t live without me can you?”

“i love you”

acceptance creeps in slowly— there’s no escape from this, from him. he’ll continue to mess you about and you’ll stay. you’ll stay ever single fucking time.

because you’re exactly where you want to be.

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BEST FRIENDS - enhypen hyung line

Tired of being rejected for her lack of sexual experience, a young woman turns to her best friends for an unconventional favor.

INSPIRED BY 'YOUR TURN' STARRING @mssishipi! And; ''RENT-FREE! ' ' STARRING @swiftjay23

୨୧ pairing: best friends - hyungline x reader !

୨୧ content tags/warnings: hyung line x reader, reader is horny and desperate, alcohol.

୨୧ explicit content (smut): porn with plot, gangbang, face fucking, facials, nipple play, fingering, oral fixation, unprotected sex, degrading language, pet names (baby, sweetheart, darling etc), double penetration, unprotected anal sex, slapping, handjob, overstimulation, squirting, creampie, this is straight up porn but have a potential romance at the end, sex aftercare. lmk if i missed something.

୨୧ WORD COUNT: 9.4K !

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note: English isn't my first language, so if you find any mistakes I apologize, hehe, and I also welcome any corrections or tips from you. If by some chance you're here and you speak Spanish, let me tell you that I do too, hehe, and that the Spanish version is available here.

"So, how did it go with Niki in the end?" Sunghoon asked, shoving a handful of chips into his mouth.

"Oh, she really doesn't want to talk about it," Heeseung replied, sprawled on the sofa. The girl was next to him, a slight blush on her cheeks, her eyes rolling, and sighing.

"It was total shit," she blurted out. "He rejected me for still being 'just a kid.'" Jake, sitting next to Sunghoon, let out a loud laugh. "That doesn't make any sense, does it?"

"Right, I mean, who wouldn't jump at the chance to be with a virgin?" Sunghoon commented, still eating. The girl huffed. —Men,— she thought, forgetting that her best friends were just m e n.

"Don't be rude, Hoon, you're upsetting the poor girl." Jay entered the living room of Heeseung's apartment, where they were having a sleepover, carrying cans of beer and hitting his friend on the back of the head. Sunghoon didn't complain.

"Don’t worry. Someone else will come along who isn’t an asshole, or a jerk, or an idiot, or a creep, or a..."

"I get it, Jay, thanks..." the girl groaned. "I really thought he was interested."

"He was. Just in screwing you hard."

"Sunghoon!" the three guys around him snapped. Sunghoon just rolled his eyes. "Oh, screw you all. Don't act all high and mighty now. It’s the damn truth! Niki just wanted quick sex with her, and since she didn’t put out as easily as he expected, he ditched her."

"Sunghoon, you're not being very kind with your words..." Heeseung put his arm around his friend's shoulder. "Relax, screw Niki, you're a divine woman, beautiful, and you have a big heart, he's the one who's missing out."

"For God’s sake, Hee, there were more subtle ways to be a pussy." Jake teased, taking a sip of his beer.

She laughed; her friends were men, but they were good guys, no doubt.

"At least you didn’t sleep with someone who was just going to mess you around and then vanish. I guess that would’ve been pretty cruel for you, knowing how you are."

Jay was right, that would have been horrible; her friend had strong feelings for that guy and discovering that he only wanted to use her was a blow to her pride.

"I don't want to talk about it anymore. God, it makes me nervous..." There was a brief silence, barely a minute. The guys waited; they knew the conversation wasn't over. "But you know what bothers me the most?"

They chuckled softly; their friend was so predictable.

"God! We were kissing and he lowered his hand, but I pulled away. I GOT COLD FEET, OKAY? “She covered her face with both hands, frustrated. “I felt ready, yes. But I don't know, I don't know what happened.”

“Take it as a sign that this wasn't the right path, that's all.”  Heeseung offered her his beer, and she took a long swig, annoyed, frustrated, and flushed. “Slow down.” He laughed.

"Jesus, I must be the only girl on campus who's still a virgin. I need a boyfriend. Introduce me to one of your friends, Hoon. How about that guy with pretty eyes?

"Jungwon´s just like Niki, trust me. He fucks and runs."

"Men! All the same idiots."

The guys laughed loudly, Heeseung gently patted his friend's head. Jay sat down on their other free side, placing a palm on her knee, smiling.

"You don't need to rush; everyone goes at their own pace."

"You say that because you've already done it. You guys have all done it; I've heard every single one of your stories a thousand times."

"Like that time Hoon was screwing a freshman and his grandma walked into the room," Jake recalled, getting a shove from Sunghoon, who complained that they didn't need to bring that up, how embarrassing.

"Shut up, jerk. What about you? That time you couldn't get it up because you were high?"

"Oh, man, that girl was so hot on top of me, I looked like such a loser," he fake-cried, laughing. "But Jay’s right, you don't have to stress about it. It’s just sex. Or what? Are you really that desperate for some dick?"

She opened her mouth to insult him, but closed it, looking away, blushing. She snatched the beer out of Heeseung’s hand and took a gulp. Her friend laughed beside her.

"She is."

"Shut the hell up, idiots, you’re making me uncomfortable."

She huffed in annoyance, leaving the now empty can on the small table in front of her. She took advantage of him getting up to walk out of the room, heading towards Heeseung's room.

"I'm going to go change," she said, heading towards Heeseung's room.

When she returned, now wearing athletic shorts and an oversized t-shirt, her friends were already in comfortable clothes too. She sat back down between Heeseung and Jay, draping her legs over Jay's lap and her head on Hee's. Neither of them said a word or made a move; this familiarity was normal between them; they'd been friends for over ten years.

They watched a movie, chosen by Jake and Sunghoon. They all drank beer and ate chips, occasionally chatting about silly things to share a laugh. She got up from Heeseung's lap, drawing the attention of all four of them.

"I can't take this anymore," she murmured. "Help me, I'm fed up."

Jay, gently stroking her ankles, looked at her, confused. "What are you talking about?"

"Sex, Jay. I’ve been thinking... I don’t want my first time to be with some jerk who’s just going to mess me around and then disappear. Maybe it’s better to do it with someone I know won't hurt me. Someone I trust and have a real connection with."

"Are you saying you want to sleep with one of us?" Jake blurted out, stunned. She nodded.

"You guys aren't idiots. Well, sometimes you are. But you wouldn't be cruel to me."

"That’s it, no more beer for you. You're talking nonsense. The alcohol is getting to you." Heeseung took the beer from her hand. She rolled her eyes.

"I'm serious, Hee. It's just sex, right? Jake said so himself." Jake pointed at his own chest, surprised that they were ganging up on him with their eyes.

"Oh, come on! How many times have I let you guys use my room to get between a girl's legs? And all the times I introduced you to friends? I'm only asking for one thing."

Silence fell over the room. No one knew what to say. There was fear, tension, and a sudden, palpable heat. Jake looked at Sunghoon beside him, who was noticeably uncomfortable. Jay looked at his friend, then back at Heeseung behind her, who had stopped stroking her leg.

"With whom?" Jay finally blurted out, looking at her differently now—no longer as just a friend.

She hesitated, avoiding his gaze. She hadn't really thought that far ahead. "Um... I don't know," she replied.

"Any of you is fine. I don't have anyone in particular in mind." Jake stood up, restless, his expression nervous. Heeseung stopped him. "Uh-uh. Not you. You're a savage; you're going to hurt her." Jake rolled his eyes, looking for an excuse to start a stupid argument with his friend.

Just then, Jay stood up, took her hand, and pulled her toward the bedroom.

"I'm borrowing your room, Hee," he called out when they were practically inside. He closed the door slowly, leaving it unlocked. She looked up at him, her nerves spiking.

"I'll ask just to be sure. Are you certain? Nothing's going to happen that you don't want."

She nodded; she was still hesitant, but backing out would only make things awkward. She smiled;an expression he found adorable, her cheeks flushed pink from the alcohol, her skin glowing. God, that did things to Jay. He didn't have to lie to himself: his best friend was breathtaking. The only thing that had held him back before was the friendship, but now that he had her consent—now that it was her idea—he wasn't going to hold back.

He pulled her closer, his hands settling on her waist. He searched her eyes for a few seconds, looking for any sign of regret. Finding none, he smiled and pressed his lips to hers. The kiss was gentle, almost hesitant at first, but Jay whispered, "Relax, it's okay." She let out a shaky sigh, trying to expel the anxiety, and began to follow his lead. Slowly, patiently. Jay relaxed, pulling back just an inch to breathe.

"Shall we continue?" He sought her silent approval, and she nodded. He shifted, one hand moving to the nape of her neck, the other firm on her waist, pulling their bodies flush together. He kissed her more desperately now, with a hunger that broke through his earlier calm. He slipped his tongue into her mouth, tasting the lingering sweetness of the beer, then pulled away to graze her lower lip with his teeth. He left a trail of kisses across her cheeks, her nose, her forehead, and down to her throat. She squirmed under his touch, letting out a small laugh. "Tickles," she apologized sheepishly. He smiled, pressing a reassuring kiss to her jawline, his lips leaving a damp trail down to the pulse point in her neck. Jay could feel her artery thrumming against his lips. He pulled back slightly, catching her look of disappointment at the distance. "To bed, Darling."

The nickname struck a chord; she felt a jolt of heat pulse through her, and they had barely even begun. She shuffled over to Heeseung's bed under Jay's intense gaze. He shed his shirt, pulling her against him on the mattress. He kissed her again, hungrier, thirstier. His hands drifted down to her waist, caressing the soft skin of her abdomen beneath her shirt. She felt a shiver, not the kind that brings laughter, but the kind that left her aching. Jay hovered over the hem of her shirt, his eyes meeting hers. "May I?"

She nodded, desperate for him to take control, needing to be cared for. He yanked the garment off, his breath hitching as he stared at his best friend’s exposed chest. He licked his lips, devouring her with his gaze. The intensity made her pulse race; she needed his focus to stop lingering on her hardened nipples. He kissed her lips again, moving down with sudden desperation, licking and nibbling at her collarbones. Savoring her scent, he kissed the valley between her breasts, and, looking directly into her eyes, he drew his tongue across one aroused nipple, causing her to moan and tremble. He smiled, resting his teeth lightly against the tip before licking and teasing it, repeating the sequence on the other side, leaving her skin slicked.

He pulled back, his hand moving to the hem of her shorts, slowly dragging them down until they pooled on the floor.

Feeling exposed, she let out a sharp sigh. Jay kissed her thighs, his touch reverent, gradually moving upward. She felt his warm breath against her lace. He pressed a kiss to the center of her panties—soaking wet—and used his fingers to part the fabric, exposing her. He ran his tongue between her lips, a low moan escaping her as she felt the strain of his own desire pushing against his jeans. He focused all his attention on her, kissing and tasting her, feeling her hands tangling into his hair, occasionally pushing him deeper. He was determined to make her feel completely worshipped, finding her most sensitive spot and sending electric shocks through her entire body.

"Jay... it's a lot..." she sighed, breathless. He pulled back just enough to look at her. "It's just the beginning, my love." Jay wet his fingers, guiding them to her entrance. "Breathe..." He pushed inside slowly, feeling her nervousness, tight heat close around him. He kissed her deeply to distract her from the intrusion. As she began to relax, he increased the rhythm, sliding in a second and then a third finger, the sensual sound of fluid and friction becoming rhythmic. Jay kissed her lips, her neck, her belly, massaging her clitoris with his thumb in slow, teasing circles. She began to tremble, her legs shaking uncontrollably until he finally pulled away.

"I'm going in, Darling." He promised his voice raw. "I'll be gentle." He shed his pants and boxers, finally revealing his arousal—hard and throbbing. He moved between her legs, and she wrapped them around his hips, pulling him close.

He stood firmly at the edge of the bed, grasping her hips to pull her closer. He pressed the tip of his cock against her entrance and entered her slowly, watching her face for any flicker of pain. She felt him stretch her; it was a dull, hot burn, but it wasn't pain. She took a deep, shuddering breath to release the tension. Jay pushed all the way in, a low moan escaping his throat as he waited for the right rhythm, easing into it slowly.

"Mhg~ Ja-Jay..." she whimpered, her eyes squeezed shut as her hand traced the muscles of his abdomen.

"Are you okay, darling?"

She nodded, moaning louder as he began to move. He was fully submerged, heavy and rhythmic. "More... more, Jay..." Those words were the green light he needed. He increased the pace and depth, his hips slamming into hers, causing her to cry out. He stroked her clitoris with his thumb in time with his thrusts. She tried to cover her mouth to stifle her screams, but he wouldn't let her. He pinned her wrists to the mattress, increasing his speed. "No, darling. I want to hear from you. Tell me, do you like it?"

"Y-yes... Mhg~ Jay, yes, I like it..." She could barely form the words, her mind clouded by the rush of heat flooding her body. It felt intense, overwhelming, and perfect.

"What do you like? Uhm? Tell me," he demanded, lowering his body until he could taste her lips, their moans blending together.

"Ghk! I like... how you’re filling me... hmh~."

That made him smile against her mouth, tugging at her lip with his teeth. He released her wrists to straighten up, catching her legs and pulling them over his shoulders, driving himself deeper, seeking that impossible connection. "Ugh~ Ja-jay... Ngh~ I’m going to..."

He could feel her body milking him, squeezing him so tightly it forced him to slow down. Her thighs began to tremble violently, and she let out a broken, intense cry. "That's it, baby... Cum on my cock. I love you; I love you..." He accelerated again, the wet, rhythmic slap of their bodies filling the room. "Ugh... I'm close, baby... ahh-ahh... I'm going to cum..."

Jay groaned, his pelvis hitting hers with one final, hard strike. As the tremors of her orgasm raced through her, he pulled back slightly, driving his final thrusts home until he groaned and flooded her abdomen with his warmth. Dazed, breathless, and slick with sweat, he remained still for a moment as the end of his release faded. He tapped his cock gently against her swollen, sensitive lips.

"Hmm... So, tell me, love, is everything alright?" he whispered, blinking through the haze of ecstasy. He brushed her hair away, smiling at her like a fool, and kissed her lips and cheeks with newfound tenderness. "Did you like it? Or was I an idiot?"

"No, Jay, you're not an idiot. Everything's fine... very fine," she answered, her throat dry, her cheeks still flushed. She smiled at him, soft and vulnerable. "I loved it. It met my expectations, and then some. I love you."

"I love you too, darling. Let me clean you up. I'll be right back."

Jay stood up, moving toward the door to grab a towel. He pulled it open, but he froze. Standing right there, staring back at him, was Jake—with his hand already down his own pants, his eyes dark and dilated.

"What are you doing? That’s disgusting," Jay scolded, glancing over his shoulder toward the living room. Heeseung and Sunghoon were in the same state, both handling themselves. "You guys weren't exactly quiet, Jay." Jake countered, still pumping his cock, his eyes flicking toward the girl on the bed. "It's my turn now."

Jake moved to enter the room, but Jay stopped him, grabbing his arm in a possessive, tight grip. "You're not going to fuck her." Jake laughed sarcastically, raising an eyebrow. "And why not? You just did! And you made sure we all heard. It’s not fair."

"She asked me to," Jay justified.

Jake shook his head, jabbing a finger at him. "No, she said she was fine with any of us, and you just happened to be the one who took her." Jay sighed; he was too exhausted to argue, but Jake had a point.

"Fine. Ask her. But only if she wants to." Both boys turned to look at her. Under their intense gazes, she instinctively pulled her legs together to cover herself. "Tell him, darling," Jay said, his voice laced with possessiveness. "This savage wants to fuck you. Are you going to say no?"

She blinked, stunned by the irony of it all—having sex with her best friend in another best friend's bed while the other two listened from the living room. She flicked her gaze between Jay and Jake, her nerves burning at her fingertips. She was exposed, still sensitive, and completely overwhelmed. She swallowed hard. "I… I don't know…" Jay smiled, trying to push the other boy back. "See? She doesn't want to. Let's go."

But the Australian wouldn't allow it. He shoved Jay’s arm away, stepped into the room, and loomed over her, devouring her with his eyes. "Come on, gorgeous, don't leave me hanging. A little while ago, you were so eager for a cock you were willing to take any of ours." Jake’s voice was deep, gravelly, barely stroking his cock in front of her. "Why settle for one when you can have all four of us for the night?"

"Jake... I think you're pushing her too hard," Jay warned from the doorway. "Fine," she whispered, her voice barely audible. "I'll do it." Silence descended on the room. Feeling trapped, she avoided their eyes, pulling her arms around her chest.

"Say it again," Jake demanded, his hunger palpable. "I need to hear it again, and I swear to God, it’ll be the best day of your life."

"I agree to have sex with you now, Jake," she stated, her heart hammering against her ribs. "And I agree to do it with the others... just for today."

That was all the Australian needed. He grabbed her face with both hands and kissed her roughly, desperately. "Fuck," he groaned against her lips. "I'm not promising to be gentle. But if I do something wrong, you can kick my balls." That made her laugh, a soft, nervous sound. She nodded.

Jake continued kissing her, practically devouring her mouth, seeking to taste every inch of her. He nibbled at her lips, not even letting her breathe. With one hand on her waist and the other cupping her breast, he squeezed hard, pinching her nipple between his fingers until she stifled a gasp. She unconsciously began rubbing her pussy against the sheets, and Jake, noticing the rhythm of her hips, pulled away, halting all action.

"We’re going to do this, beautiful..." He circled the bed, climbing onto the mattress from behind to press his chest against her bare back. "Open your legs for your audience." In front of her, near the door, stood Jay, staring intensely, his cock already hard again. Behind him, Heeseung and Sunghoon were in the same state, watching with hungry eyes. The sheer weight of their attention made her heart hammer against her ribs. Avoiding their gaze, she sat up straight, spreading her legs as instructed.

Jake mirrored her, sitting up behind her. He grabbed her knees, pulling them wide to expose her completely to the other three. He leaned in, kissing and biting at her shoulder. He brought two fingers to her mouth. "Suck," he ordered. She obeyed, licking both fingers until they were slick with her saliva. He teased her mouth for a moment before pulling them out with a wet, sharp pop. He dragged his dripping fingers down to her wet pussy, delivering a stinging slap that made her jump.

"Hmm, look at you, already jumping," he rasped. "I can't even imagine what I’m going to do to you later." He rubbed his fingers up and down the length of her cunt—slowly at first, then suddenly driving them inside with incredible speed.

"Oh—AHH~!" she cried out, her muscles clenching, her legs trying to instinctively snap shut. Jake slowed his pace, circling her entrance with his fingertips before driving his fingers deep again, biting hard into her shoulder to stifle her moan.

"Do you like it, beautiful? Uhm? Do you like how I'm touching you while the others watch? You're so turned on; you're definitely enjoying this."

His fingers worked her entrance roughly, sliding in and out, pausing every few seconds to curl into hooks against her sensitive walls. Heeseung moved closer, climbing onto the bed with his cock already in his hand, guiding it toward her lips. "Suck it," he ordered in a low, rough voice. She didn't hesitate, opening her mouth to receive his swollen length. "Ohh... Umh~ that’s it, baby." He held her head firmly in both hands, setting the rhythm. He pulled her back, only to drive himself deeper into her mouth, letting her tongue swirl around the sensitive tip. "Do it again, and I’ll blow your mouth apart, I swear. You’re going to feel every bit of me."

It was a threat she decided to take as a challenge. She licked from base to tip, leaving a lingering kiss on the head of his cock, locking eyes with Heeseung as she teased him. She swirled her tongue around his opening, and Heeseung trembled on the mattress, his own fist tightening around the base of his shaft.

"Open wide for me, baby. Breathe through your nose." She obeyed, parting her lips as wide as she could without scraping him with her teeth. Heeseung thrust deep into her throat, forcing a gag reflex, but he didn't let her pull away. He began to pound into her mouth, his movements so rhythmic and forceful that his nose brushed against her chin. "Hmh… ohh~, baby, I'm gonna... ugh~, I'm gonna cum." He continued to thrust, his pace becoming desperate. "You're going to swallow it all for me, right? Because you're a good girl, aren't you?." She nodded, her throat working around his cock, her mouth vibrating with every movement, while Jake’s fingers continued their work inside her, leaving her feeling exquisitely overwhelmed. Heeseung thrust his hips a few more times before he spilled inside her, deep and relentless, emptying himself until the very last drop. He pulled his cock from her mouth, which was left swollen and flushed. He smiled, pressing a tender kiss to her forehead. "Beautiful. You’re so beautiful."

"Get off, Jake" Sunghoon commanded, appearing behind him. Jake huffed, pulling his hand away from her and sliding off the bed. Heeseung retreated as well, stepping back to watch. Sunghoon immediately moved in, his skin hot against hers as he stroked her back, leaving a trail of kisses along her shoulder. "Sit on my face, honey."

"Huh?" she breathed, turning to look at him. Sunghoon was completely naked, his expression dark and hungry. He smiled, showing his fangs, and pressed a brief, possessive kiss to her lips. ""Sit on my face, love. I'm going to eat that pussy now." He lay back against the pillows, gesturing for her to straddle him. She positioned her knees on either side of his head, hovering for a heartbeat. Even before she settled, she could feel his warm breath ghosting over her entrance. He gripped her waist, burying his face against her, his nose brushing rhythmically against her clitoris. She let out a broken moan. Sunghoon parted her, his tongue sweeping from side to side before diving deep inside.

"Ohh... God, Hoon... I-I can't," she gasped, her teeth chattering. He was too close, the friction of his nose and the heat of his tongue driving her wild. She buried her hands in her own hair, tugging at the roots as he caught her clitoris between his lips, pulling at it with rhythmic pressure. "Mmm... ohh..." Jay and Jake approached, taking her hands and guiding them to their cocks.

"Make us feel good, darling," Jay whispered, kissing her lips with that familiar, gentle heat. She moved her hands over her friends' erections, her touch growing desperate as she began to masturbate them. Sunghoon reached up, pinching one of her nipples, while Jake leaned in to lick the other.

"Mmm... ohh~ Fuck, shit... Hoon, I'm going to—AHH!"

Her warning came too late. The orgasm hit her like a tidal wave—a fluttering deep in her belly and electric tingles that shot straight to her clitoris. Sunghoon didn't let up, catching every shudder and moan. Her legs pressed against his shoulders, trembling as she melted into him, her body completely surrendering to the sensation. Jake, his eyes locked on the spectacle, released his own hand to stroke himself fiercely, his gaze wild with hunger.

"Open your tight little for me, beautiful." She obeyed, parting her lips and letting her tongue tease the air. The Australian gave one final, forceful pump, letting his semen shoot toward her face. Most of it landed in her mouth, with a few stray drops staining her cheeks. When he was spent, he dragged the head of his cock along her skin, collecting the excess, and pressed the still-laden tip against her lips. "Swallow it all, beautiful."

Sunghoon and Jake pulled back, finally giving her a brief respite. Her head was lost in the clouds, her body trembling, still humming with residual heat. Heeseung, sitting against the headboard, patted her thighs, his cock hard once again.

"Up, baby. Show me how well you can ride me." She crawled toward him, positioning herself over his lap. Heeseung guided his tip to her entrance, leaving the responsibility of the connection to her. "I'm all yours, baby. My cock belongs to you now. Jump on me until I can't take any more."

She lowered herself slowly. The angle stretched her in a way Jay hadn't, and as she sank down, she felt him penetrate her to the hilt. Both of them let out a shuddering sigh. She moved her hips in slow, deliberate circles, adjusting to his size, before beginning a steady up-and-down motion that was pure torture for him. Heeseung watched her, his hands kneading her breasts, licking and biting at her erect nipples, his eyes locked on her face as she surrendered to the movement. "Look at me, baby." She opened her eyes, meeting his gaze. Heeseung gripped her wrists, pulling them behind her back, and thrust his hips upward to meet her. "Faster, baby. Harder." She used her knees for momentum, bouncing on him, sliding in and out with a wet, rhythmic squelching sound that filled the room.

"Ohh... hah~ Hee... ugh..." Heeseung released her wrists, gripping her hips instead, and adjusted himself to lie flat against the mattress for a better view. He lifted her hips slightly, never withdrawing, and began to thrust upward—hard, fast, frantic. The sound of her buttocks slapping against his thighs stripped him of his control; the sight of her breasts bouncing frantically hastened his second climax of the night. "Ohh... ohh... baby, I'm going to cum." Pressing his hands into her hips, he pulled her down onto him with a rough, final surge. She screamed as he hit the spot she couldn't hide from. "Hee... AAH! There... right there, Heeseung... please!" He smiled victoriously, having found her sweet spot. He accelerated, thrusting harder, faster, deeper, until his own body began to spasm. He held her tight, his balls hitting her rhythmically as he emptied himself deep inside her. The walls of her canal squeezed him, forcing him to hold her close, gasping against her shoulder as he collapsed. He pulled her down, hugging her against his chest, pressing tender kisses to her damp skin. "Good girl. So good, baby. You sucked me dry." He laughed, his voice ragged with exhaustion, as he continued to pepper her shoulder with kisses.

"Okay, that's enough. I've been waiting to sink into that fucking cunt ever since she floated the idea in the living room," Jake complained, standing at the edge of the bed, his hand already on his cock. "Heeseung, off. Now."

Heeseung laughed and moved her off him, pressing one last kiss to her lips before pulling away. Jake climbed onto the bed, naked and predatory, moving her across the sheets. He gave her ass a light, stinging pat. "Lift that ass for me, gorgeous. I'm going to fuck you so hard you'll forget your own name." She shifted onto her hands and knees, face down, feeling the heat rise to her face and neck. The weight of the position felt heavy, exposing her in a way that made her pulse thunder. The other three were watching, their hands working themselves as they stared. Jake grabbed her hips, staring down at her dripping entrance. "It looks better from this angle, no doubt," he rasped. "And you’re soaked." He slapped her right buttock—hard—making her gasp as a red mark bloomed on her already sensitive skin. "So tell me, how does it feel to have the attention of your four best friends? Huh? You like it. You love it. You're giving yourself to us like a total slut. Friend."

"Shut your mouth, Jake," she choked out, her body burning. He slapped her again, and again, his palm stinging against her flesh until her skin was flushed. "Ask me for it." He positioned his cock right at her entrance, teasing her. "Beg me to put it in. Do it." He leaned down to kiss the back of her neck, his hands tracing the line of her spine.

"Shit, Jake... please. Just do it," she whispered, her hips already arching, seeking him. "I don't understand. What do you want? Hmm?"

"Put your cock in me, Jake. Please... fuck me. Hard. Fast."

"Whatever my little girl wants," he grinned.

He thrust in—rough and sudden—practically piercing her. The impact forced a heart-wrenching scream from her lungs. She buried her head in the pillows for a second, and when she looked up, tears were streaming down her cheeks from the sheer intensity.

"Jake! You're hurting her, you idiot!" Jay shouted, his voice laced with anger, while Heeseung stepped forward as if ready to pull him off.

"Of course I'm not. The little slut is just exaggerating," Jake panted, already beginning to move with frantic, heavy thrusts. "She loves it when I ram it in all the way. Right, my love?"

"Ugh... yes... it's—it's okay... shit... just like that... fuck, Jake... ohh..." She was too dazed by the force of him to speak clearly, her voice breaking with every strike.

"Sunghoon. Put your cock in her mouth so this whore stops crying."

Sunghoon approached, crouching down to her level. He caressed her cheeks, wiping away the tears with his thumbs before kissing her tenderly to stifle the moans escaping her. When he pulled back, he brushed his cock against her cheek with a few light slaps. He smiled as she, on her own, sought him out, taking his throbbing length into her mouth and swallowing him whole.

"Ugh... for your first time, you're doing so well, love." He stroked her hair, visibly turned on by the sight of her working on him while Jake’s cock sank deep inside her from behind. She didn't even need to move her hips; Jake’s brutal thrusts did all the work, forcing her onto Sunghoon with every strike. "Ngh... A-Augh!, J-Jake," she sobbed as his thumb suddenly plunged into her ass, forcing the opening. "Sorry, love, but I can't hold back..." he rasped, massaging her in tight circles before pushing his finger deeper, hooked against her walls.

"Gah...! Mmm... ohh... Jake... m-more... please, more! Ahh!" she moaned shamelessly, her voice echoing through the room. By then, Heeseung and Jay were right beside Sunghoon. Jake, still hammering into her soaking pussy, gathered her hair in his fist and pulled her back until her spine pressed against his chest, continuing the brutal rhythm.

"Look at them, love. Look at them touching themselves while they watch us fuck." Jake smiled darkly, biting her earlobe and sucking on her neck. Jay took her hand, guiding it to himself, and she complied instantly. Heeseung and Sunghoon each claimed a nipple. “Ahh… ohh~ , ohh… God, ohh God..” The girl felt that familiar electric shock again—racing from the base of her neck, down her spine, to her abused cunt. She trembled violently under Jake's grip. "Jake! Jake! Jake!" He pushed her down again, forcing her onto her hands and knees and shoving her head back toward Sunghoon’s cock. "Grab it, you whore. If you could see yourself right now... crying and screaming my name while I tear you apart, mouth busy with one cock and hands with another." He laughed mockingly, slapping her ass over and over. " Ahh~ Ahh… Such a fucking slut. And you love it."

Jake pulled out suddenly, leaned down, and spat on her pussy before slapping her sensitive lips hard. Sunghoon, meanwhile, gripped the back of her neck, trembling as he bit his own lip. He pulled out of her mouth and came across her face, splattering her skin. "Ugh... total slut." He ran his fingers over her face, then shoved them into her mouth so she could taste him completely. "Good girl, baby."

"I'm not finished with you yet, though, gorgeous." Jake hugged her from behind, holding her limp, sweaty body against his chest. He took his aching cock and pressed it against her second entrance. "You're going to have to breathe deep, love. I won't get in if you tense up. Come on, darling... open up for me." As he began to slide into her tight opening, Jake groaned, the pressure almost making him lose his mind. "Ohh... Jake... no, I can't... Jake, no... A-Augh! It hurts..."

Jay moved closer, kissing her lovingly to distract her. He took her hands, letting her dig her nails into his skin as she moaned against his lips. "You can do it, love. You're doing great."

He was almost completely inside her now. She felt stretched, irritated, and overwhelmed. For a moment, neither moved. "Beautiful, I’m going to move now. I need you to scream my name as loud as you can, and I'll come just for you." Jake began to move slowly, carefully, waiting for her to relax. Jay took control, kissing her and kneading her breasts while Heeseung gently caressed her clitoris from below. When the tension finally left her shoulders, Jake began to thrust deeper, faster, harder.

"Hah... Jake... Jake! Ohh!" That was it. Jake finally released inside her, his body spasming. Kissing her shoulder and cheek, he pulled out of her aching body and rubbed his cock against her pussy. "God, Jake, don't do that. I'm right here," Heeseung complained from below, having been tending to her the whole time. "Better get off."

The boy, still breathless from his release, laid her down beside him on the bed, peppering her face with kisses. Heeseung moved to switch places with him, leaning his back against the headboard. "Sunghoon, help her... on top of me." Sunghoon gripped her waist, lifting her to sit on Heeseung's lap. He stayed right behind her, his hard cock pressing firmly against the cleft of her ass. "Love, tell me... do you want to take us both at the same time?" Heeseung looked deep into her eyes, that intense, unyielding stare he got when he wanted something. Sunghoon was behind her, his fingers teasing her weak, slick entrance, which was still dripping with the semen of the previous rounds. "I asked you a question. Answer me." He spoke again, but this time his eyes were filled with desire.

"Yes... I will, Hee... both of you. Yes." Heeseung smiled, kissing her lips before affectionately rubbing his nose against hers.

"Like a total slut. Yes." Sunghoon spat on her back, guiding his cock into her before thrusting home. "Ohh... fuck... it's better than any other cunt I’ve ever touched." Without moving, she felt the tip of Heeseung's cock asking for permission to enter alongside him. She writhed, her body stretching to accommodate the two of them at once. They began to move, trying to find a shared rhythm. As one pushed in, the other withdrew, a relentless cycle. "Umh... hmh... guys... it's a lot. T-too much..." Heeseung kissed her desperately, pulling her back against his chest. "You can do it, like the fucking whore you are. You're taking two at once. Two fucking cocks in your cunt. Fucking whore, that's what you are." Sunghoon threw his head back as he moved, his spit landing on her skin. With each thrust, he tried to sink deeper, the friction of their bodies rubbing together becoming almost unbearable.

"Hoon... don't call her that. She's not a whore. She's our little doll." Heeseung defended her. For him, the dynamic was different; he wanted to tear her body apart, but never her feelings. "Ohh... ohh... God, I'm close, love. I'm close!"

"Do it. Do it on us, baby. And we'll fill you up again." Sunghoon roughly squeezed the back of her neck, spreading her cheeks wide as he watched them slide in and out of her together. Her legs trembled for the countless time that night. She buried her face in Heeseung's shoulder as they continued to pump inside her. Heeseung came first, followed quickly by Sunghoon. They thrust a few more times after climaxing, slowly withdrawing from her. The weight of her body went completely limp against them.

She felt defeated, weak, and utterly spent. She clung awkwardly to Heeseung's sweaty frame while Sunghoon pulled away. "Oh God, look at all that semen spilling out of her," Jake remarked from the side. "You asked for one cock and got four. Plenty of girls would kill to be in your place, love."

"Shut up, Jake," she snapped, her voice raspy. Heeseung stroked her head affectionately. "I can't take any more, guys... please."

"One last thing," Jay interjected, his voice firm. "On your knees. Right here on the floor. Now."

She lifted her head, pouting at Heeseung, who only smiled and kissed her forehead. "This is it, and then we’re done, love."

She nodded, awkwardly shifting from Heeseung's lap and getting off the bed to kneel on the carpet, still breathless. She just needed this to be over. The four boys surrounded her like a wall of heat. Jay, who had orchestrated this final scene, pressed his cock against her swollen, pouting lips. "Suck it. You're the only one who hasn't taken care of me with your mouth yet, love."

"You were literally the first one to fuck her, what are you even talking about?" Jake complained, though he didn't move away. She took Jay’s cock in her hand, licking from the base to the tip, where precum was already oozing. She took him deep into her throat, sucking fast and loud, the heat of her mouth drawing a groan from him. Jay pulled out with a wet pop, immediately guiding the back of her neck toward Jake. Jake groaned as he felt her teeth graze his sensitive skin. "Don't bite me, sweetheart. I know you like having a cock in your mouth, but you don't actually eat it." He laughed, his fingers tangling in her hair as he dictated her movements, forcing her to take all of him. He held her there for a few seconds until she choked, then released her abruptly, watching a silver trail of saliva spill from her lips. "Now for your favorite, love." He pushed her toward Heeseung, who was watching her like a predator watching its prey. She opened her mouth for him, but Heeseung pulled back just out of reach, a smirk playing on his lips.

"Oh, look at her, Hee. She gets mad if you don't give it to her," Jake laughed, masturbating beside them. "Ask me for it, love. Ask me to give it to you. Go ahead," Heeseung ordered, his eyes boring into hers. She swallowed hard, her thighs slick. She was exhausted, yet her body still hummed with excitement. He waited, tilting his head. "Please, Hee..."

"Please what? I can't hear you. A little while ago you were screaming with two cocks inside you, and now you can't talk?"

"Please, Heeseung... fuck my mouth. Please, I need it. I need you." His expression softened instantly. He brought his cock to her lips, panting. "Good girl. Now, take a deep breath." Obeying his command, she inhaled through her nose just as the hot tip of his penis hit the back of her throat, forcing a gag. He didn't let her recoil, thrusting steadily. Jay and Jake moved in on either side, taking her hands and guiding them to their own lengths. With clumsy, tired movements, she worked both of them while Heeseung dominated her mouth.

"I have an idea. Just leave the tip in, Hee," Sunghoon interjected, eager for his turn. Heeseung complied, leaving only the sensitive head of his cock on her tongue. Sunghoon immediately pressed his own right next to it. "Suck it. Take both at once, like the slut you are." She rolled her eyes, annoyed by his attitude even now, but that was just Sunghoon. She took both of them as best she could, their tips stretching her mouth to its limit. Her cheeks were strained, and saliva dripped down her chin in a messy, wet display of total surrender.

"Take all four, love. Come on," Jake urged, his fingers tangling in her hair.

She pulled the two cocks from her mouth, switching her focus to the other two. Now, she was masturbating Heeseung and Sunghoon with frantic, tired hands. She let go of Sunghoon for a moment to refocus on Jay, taking him all the way down, swirling her tongue around his tip until he gasped. "Ohh... Keep going with the other one, love," Jay panted, his voice breaking. "We're going to come all over your pretty face." She released Jay, opening her mouth for Sunghoon again. Ella worked him from base to tip, over and over, sucking the head while her hand pumped his shaft. "Damn... almost there, almost there," he groaned, pulling back to let her continue with Jake. Jake forced her mouth to close as tightly as possible around him, thrusting his cock into her cheek until a protruding bump formed against her skin. "Fuck, love... ugh. I could stay in here all day. I love you." The visual was enough to make his muscles lock. He finally let her go, stepping back to finish masturbating on his own.

Finally, she was back in front of Heeseung. He stroked her chin, his thumb trailing over her flushed cheeks and swollen, glistening lips. She didn't expect the slap; it wasn't hard, just a sharp, stinging tap. Under the watchful eyes of the other three—all of them on the verge of climax—Heeseung slapped her other cheek, leaving two distinct red marks on her skin.

"You love this, don't you? You're enjoying it so much," he whispered, his eyes dark with adoration and lust. "I love you. Be a good girl and open your mouth for us." She obeyed, parting her lips and sticking out her tongue, waiting. Jay was the first. He pumped his cock, ejaculating across her face until he was spent. He let her suck the tip one last time before pulling away, making room for Jake and Sunghoon. Both stood on either side of her, spilling their essence over her skin, aiming everywhere but her mouth. When they finished, they both slapped their heavy, wet lengths against her sticky cheeks. Heeseung finished the cycle. He gave his cock one last, desperate stroke before unloading onto her lips, shoving his length deep into her throat one final time as he came. He pulled out slowly, his body sagging with total exhaustion.

A few minutes passed where the only sound in the room was their ragged, synchronized breathing. As the pleasure slowly faded, a heavy sense of shame began to settle in. She ran a hand over her face, trying to wipe away the stickiness that adorned it; one eye stung, and her throat felt like sandpaper. She didn't dare get up, staring at the floor, focusing on the carpet patterns to keep from dying of embarrassment.

Heeseung was the first to move. He took her gently by the waist, carrying her to the bathroom. He turned on the tap, waiting for the water to warm. As he stroked her hair—damp with sweat and fluids—she avoided his gaze, and he didn't force it. He understood the shift; the ecstasy had worn off, and reality had set in.

Once the tub was full, he helped her clean herself, running a sponge soaked in vanilla-scented soap over her aching body. When he reached her lower half, she snapped back to awareness, reflexively closing her legs. She took the sponge from him, rubbing the area herself, her face contorting. It hurt—a dull, throbbing heat. While she worked slowly, Heeseung washed her hair with his coconut shampoo, massaging her scalp. He watched as she closed her eyes and melted into the gesture. He loved taking care of her, even if he wasn't ready to admit how fast it made his heart race.

When he finished, he left her to finish in private, leaving a T-shirt and a pair of his athletic shorts for her. Back in the room, he found Sunghoon and Jake sprawled out, already fast asleep, while Jay sat on the small sofa, dressed in his pants.

"She´s okay?" Jay asked. Heeseung nodded. "God, get dressed. I don't want to see your dick right now—or theirs." Heeseung chuckled, pulling on some clothes.

Ten minutes later, she appeared, swallowed by her friend's oversized clothes, drying her hair with a towel. Clean now, the marks on her thighs and neck were impossible to miss. She realized Heeseung and Jay were staring and felt a wave of panic.

"Okay, stop staring at me. Or I'm going to cry," she complained, pouting. They both laughed; she looked adorable. Jay disappeared into the bathroom, leaving them alone. "Come on, I'll help you," Heeseung offered with a sweet smile. She sat on the sofa, and he positioned himself behind her to dry her hair. "Everything alright? Was there... anything you didn't like? I mean, Jake and Sunghoon were pretty rough... don't take them seriously, they say that stuff to everyone."

"It's fine, Hee. Don't worry." She sighed. "I'm so tired. Even my eye hurts. Look, it's red." He leaned in to check. It was indeed bloodshot. He suspected someone’s aim had been a bit too true during that last round, but he wasn't going to remind her of that now. "I need to sleep for two days straight, I swear."

He began brushing her hair gently. "Hey... would it be weird if I asked for a kiss now? I mean, a real one... don't get me wrong—" She smiled, amused. She loved seeing him nervous. She nodded and leaned in, meeting his lips in an awkward, soft kiss. Heeseung sighed into it, taking her chin to deepen the kiss, making it gentle and full of an affection that had been missing in the chaos. When they broke apart, he peppered her face with kisses—her cheeks, her forehead.

"Hee, stop," she laughed softly, "or we'll start a new round, and believe me, I'm completely out of energy." Heeseung chuckled, nodding as he pulled her close to just hold her.

The next morning, she woke up in Heeseung’s bed, his arms wrapped around her from behind, holding her so tightly it was as if he feared she might disappear. They were the only two left in the room. She tried to sit up, but his grip on her waist only tightened. "Hee, wake up," she whispered, her voice raspy. She had to clear her throat and gently shake his shoulder to pull him from sleep. "Are you awake yet?"

"Good morning, beautiful," he rasped, his voice thick with sleep. She felt her cheeks burn a bright pink. He stared at her with an intensity that made her heart skip—as if something had permanently clicked in his mind. He only snapped out of it when she tried to stand and stumbled backward with a sharp groan.

"Uh... Ouch!" she cried out, clutching her lower abdomen. Heeseung was on his feet in a second, eyes wide. "Damn it, are you okay? What hurts? Did we... did we hurt you? I swear, if we did, I’ll go and cut their dicks off right now."

She laughed despite the pain, shaking her head. "I'm fine. I mean, yes, it hurts, but it's not life or death. I just really need to pee. Urgently." She scrambled toward the bathroom, but Heeseung wasn't convinced—especially when he spotted a small bloodstain on the sheets and more evidence in the bathroom trash. He decided to keep it to himself for now; he didn't want to embarrass her in front of the others.

Jay cooked lunch for the group. They all sat together in the dining room, the atmosphere a strange mix of domesticity and lingering tension. "Slow down... you're going to choke," Jake teased, watching her eat with a desperate energy. "Shut up. I'm obviously starving," she snapped, a piece of meat still in her mouth as she glared at him. "So... how are you feeling?" Jake asked, leaning in.

"Holy crap! Could you... just stop asking me? Please."

"We're just worried about you, darling," Jay said smoothly, placing a fresh piece of steak on her plate with a smile. "I'm fine, guys. Really."

"Exactly. You don't have to be embarrassed; we're your friends, after all," Jake said, patting her head. "Well, the concept of 'friendship' has escalated quite a bit, hasn't it?" she muttered, rolling her eyes. Sunghoon held out a piece of vegetable with his chopsticks, offering it to her. She shook her head. "I have my own, thanks."

"Eat," Sunghoon commanded, moving the chopsticks closer. "Last night you were all excited; don’t start acting delicate now."

"Hoon, leave her alone," Heeseung scolded. She sighed and took the bite. "Ah! I just remembered," Jake murmured, lowering his voice. "I didn't... hurt you, did I? I mean, you know. Back there." She choked on her water, her face turning a deep shade of crimson. "Everything’s fine. Just... a little pain. I hope it goes away soon because I’m trying really hard to stay seated right now."

Jake laughed, throwing an arm around her shoulders. "Sooooo sorry. I got carried away. But at least tell me you liked it. Come on, tell me. Please." She hesitated for a second, tapping her chin as if deep in thought. "It was awful. I'm never letting it happen again."

Jake looked genuinely wounded, his face contorting with mock offense while the other three roared with laughter. "You're such a liar. Do I really have to remind you how you were screaming my name? 'Stick your dick in me, Jake, please, fuck me,'" he mocked, pitch-shifting his voice to an exaggerated, breathy tone.

He immediately received a punch to the chest. Annoyed and blushing, she turned to Heeseung for help. "Hee! Jake's bothering me. Say something to him!"

"Jake, bother her again and I'll cut your dick off, I swear. The knife is right here," Heeseung scoffed, gesturing toward the kitchen counter. "Party pooper. Fine, I'll shut up," Jake muttered, though he was still grinning.

"What's going on with you two, anyway? You're being all lovey-dovey," Sunghoon pointed out, leaning back. "Heeseung literally kicked us all out of his room so he could sleep alone with you. And now you're asking him to defend you? Please. Last night it was all, 'Please, Heeseung, fuck my mouth with your cock—'"

"Okay! That’s it. I’m leaving," she snapped, standing up and ready to grab her things. "I hate you all. Don't ever speak to me again." But before she could take a step, Heeseung’s hands caught her wrists, pulling her back into a firm hug. She let out a huff but buried her face in his chest anyway. "Shut your mouths or I’ll hit you," Heeseung warned the others. "And no, we're not 'in love.' It’s called being considerate, Sunghoon. You should try it sometime."

After the drama settled, the others finally headed to their respective homes. Jay offered to drive her, but she refused, choosing to stay a little longer. Heeseung was at the sink washing the dishes when he felt her arms wrap around his waist from behind. He stopped, drying his hands to turn around and cup her face. He gave her a quick, sweet kiss. "Hee..." she murmured. "Tell me, baby."

"You're the best. I just wanted to tell you... thanks for taking care of me. I appreciate it."

"You're welcome, baby," he chuckled softly, his thumb stroking her cheek. "It's the least I could do after everything we did. Besides, I love you. You're my best friend... I'd be an idiot if I wasn't kind to you."

"Uhm, yeah... best friends..." She looked at him intently, her brow furrowing. "Why do I feel different with you? I mean, I don't know... this feels... ugh. Never mind. Forget it."

He smiled, tilting her chin up to kiss her again—this time faster, with more hunger and a depth of feeling that hadn't been there before. "Fuck it," he whispered against her lips. "You can't be just my 'best friend' again after this. I mean, I had my cock in your pussy and your throat. There’s nothing friendly about that." She punched his chest again, though there was no force behind it. "Heeseung! Don't remind me!"

"New round? Just you and me?" he teased with a mischievous grin. "No. My ass hurts. Literally."

He laughed, kissing her cheeks and pulling her back into a protective hug. That night, they stayed alone in the apartment, simply sharing the silence and each other's presence. There were no ulterior motives, just the occasional passionate kiss. They had both realized that the attraction was much more than a one-night stand—it was real. But they were still too dazed to confront it.

That would be a problem for another day.

AAAH I finally published it! I hope you liked it. It's the first time I've written something like this, and so long, to be honest, hehe. Your requests, ideas, questions (or anything else) are welcome.

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[heejunluvr]

𝒖𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒘𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒇𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔 heeseung x reader

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↬ pairing: perv!heeseung x insecure!reader

↬ summary: you were nervous about swimming with your childhood friend that you had a crush on, lee heeseung, but he was absolutely enamored by your body and appearance. so much so, you even started to notice.

↬ warnings: shower sex!, fingering, unprotected sex, p in v, creampie, perv/horny heeseung and reader, spanking, pet names, groping, squirting, overstimulation, nipple play, nipple sucking.

looking at your reflection in the mirror, you felt anxious. squishing your thighs, staring at every part of you that had you worried. heeseung was going to see you like this. the heeseung you’d liked since first grade. you had to look good.

“everything good in there?”

you heard a light knock on the bathroom door, you quickly put your swim cover on. your heart pounding through your chest. it was light and see-through so it didn’t do much to cover you up in the meantime, but it was enough.

“i’m coming out now.” you replied, slowly opening the door. seeing heeseung standing there in front of you, in only his swim trunks and flip flops. you couldn’t help but blush. feeling so exposed in front of him.

heeseung stared at you for a moment, noticing the way you were attempting to cover the front of your body with your hands. he didn’t want to make you uncomfortable, so he looked into your eyes instead. but god, it was hard not to look. you looked so perfect.

“let’s go then—“ heeseung smiled at you, “i hope you don’t mind, but i bought us both popsicles from the stand downstairs.” he handed you one, you took it and smiled back at him. “thank you, hee.”

he opened the hotel door for you, letting you out before him. one you stepped out into the hallway, he shut the door behind him. making sure it was locked and then the two of you made your way to the elevator.

you almost didn’t believe it when heeseung invited you to stay with him at a hotel, i mean, you were just close friends right? so it wasn’t anything weird. you both slept in separate beds. gave each other privacy in the bathrooms. it wasn’t anything weird.

not even the times when he stared at your ass or tits for too long, or when you’d purposely wear short skirts and short shorts so he could get a good view of your ass. low v-neck shirts that had him staring at your cleavage all day. the way his touch always lingered. the way he’d masturbate to your teasing every single night, fantasizing about your body.

he’d even caught you touching yourself in your room, i mean it was under your blankets but you were moaning his name and everything. he couldn’t get it out of his head for weeks after, picturing every different way he could ruin you while stroking himself nightly to your instagram posts. it had to just be a friend thing that would pass right?

standing behind you in the elevator, heeseung’s eyes trailed down to your swim bottoms. staring at the way the fabric squished your ass in the perfect way. he swallowed, averting his eyes as quickly as he looked at your butt.

you suddenly turned around, his eyes moving from your hips, to your breasts that bounced when you turned around then quickly to your eyes again. you shrugged this off of course, and smiled up at him.

“thank you for bringing me here, it really does mean a lot to me…” you blushed, “you’re my favorite person heeseung. i’m so glad i get to be here with you.” you fiddled with the fabric of the small swim cover that was over your body. the seethrough silk that barely covered everything heeseung had ever wanted to see.

“n-no problem at all.” he smiled at you, nervously running a hand through his strawberry red hair. you bet it smelt like strawberry too. with how good he smelt. “y-you’re my favorite too.” he said, pursing his lips for a moment. when the elevator opened, he reached out and accidentally touched your ass, quickly pulling his hand back.

“sorry- that was my bad.” he said, letting you out first. his touch still lingering. a warm feeling that flooded through your stomach and head. you almost felt dizzy for a moment. pull yourself together, you thought. he had actually touched it, that same ass he fantasized about every time you bent over.

“it’s okay.” you spoke softly, the two of you walking to the pool area. the hotel pool was supposed to close in about an hour. but since no kids or anyone would be around this late at night, you both assumed it’d be the best time to go and swim.

heeseung couldn’t possibly wait another minute to get to the pool and see your beautiful body. but he made himself be patient as you sat down on a small bench in front of the pool.

“you gonna get in?” heeseung asked you, smiling. “wanna have our popsicles first?” you asked, holding yours up. maybe this could help ease your nerves a little more before taking your swim cover off. “oh, yeah. sure.” he said, sitting down on the bench next to yours.

you opened the packaging slowly. heeseung’s eyes grazed your body, subtly looking at the way your curves laid against the bench. how every part of you looked so squish-able. it was going to drive him insane. so he quickly looked away, starting to open his as well.

taking off the plastic was easy, he tossed the packaging aside for now. before pulling the popsicle to his lips, he’d picked both your favorite flavors. strawberry banana. then he looked back at you. your beautiful mouth around the popsicle, sucking it. some of it melting down your chin.

he could’ve almost choked, he cleared his throat. trying to focus on eating his own popsicle. his eyes watching as you pulled the popsicle from your lips, a string of saliva left your mouth with it. you wiped the bit that ran down your chin off, turning your head to see heeseung staring.

you’re face turned entirely red. you could feel it. why was he staring? heeseung looked away quickly. you noticed as he licked his popsicle slowly, his cheeks tinted a shade of pink. was he really blushing? did he think you were cute or, maybe he liked the way you looked sucking your popsicle like that…

you discreetly put your mouth on the popsicle again, the flavor erupting in your mouth. it was so delicious. but you were way more focused on the way heeseung’s eyes kept looking at you. you saw it in the corner of your eye every time he did so.

you pushed your mouth down further, your tongue licking up the parts of the popsicle that were starting to melt. you dragged your tongue along the popsicle multiple times, pushing your head down and up from the popsicle. it could’ve been completely innocent, but to him and to you, it didn’t look innocent at all.

he almost dropped his own popsicle multiple times now, tension building in his swim trunks. a small tent that he tried sitting upright to hide a little more. but you definitely noticed. noticed the way his breath shuddered and hitched, the way that every time you turned to look at him he quickly looked away, the way his eyes followed every one of your movements.

finishing your popsicle along with heeseung, the tension in the air was thick. so thick it was intoxicating. every minute felt like hours to him, failing to not look at your cute face as you tongued your popsicle like that. did you know what you were doing to him?

you stood up, standing in front of him. your eyes on his, while his locked onto yours. “ready to swim?” you asked, your hand gently pressed on his arm. but to him it felt like fire. sending a warm sensation throughout his body that made him swallow. his eyes trailing to your lips, then back up to your eyes again.

the way he looked at you gave you confidence, as he nodded slowly while you stood upright, pulling the light fabric over your head. revealing your patterned pink bikini to him. it was almost like he got hit in the chest as you pulled it off. your beautiful soft skin exposed to him, your cute breasts, your cute stomach, your squishy thighs. he saw everything now. and he wasn’t disappointed. knew he wouldn’t be, his lips parted slightly.

your touch still lingered on his arm, leaving a tingling feeling that was almost too much. he stood up, his eyes couldn’t possibly leave you. it was impossible. he was mesmerized, eyes widened, the warmest feeling in his body. he knew for sure why he’d fallen in love with you all those years ago. and he definitely didn’t want to let go now.

“coming?” you stared at him. smiling. noticing the way he was staring at you, your body. it made you smirk a bit. but you were still just as flustered as he was. you turned around, jumping in. the splash hitting heeseung’s legs. his lips curved into a smile, he watched as you emerged from the water. your hair wet, your body soaked with the water around you.

he jumped in right beside you, the splash making you cover your eyes. before you knew it, his arms were around your waist. pulling you up. making you wiggle from his grip. “i got you.” he said in a teasing tone. it was almost breathtaking. you immediately started to laugh, giggling as his arms were wrapped around you. your body trying to escape him.

even though his hands were on the parts of your body that you hated, you still felt calm. his hands squeezing your hips as water droplets trickled down his red hair. feeling your body between his fingers had him going crazy. butterflies scattered in your stomach as you freed yourself from his grip, turning around and splashing him.

he splashed back of course, and then he saw you there. an angry expression on your face that was too cute too be even remotely scary too him. he raised an eyebrow at you, waiting for you to make a move. and you did, throwing up a huge splash of water at his face. drenching his bright red hair all over again.

you turned around and swam away quickly, but even with that splash to distract him heeseung was already hot on your trail. he reached out to you, his hand almost grazing your back. you tried speeding up, but he was too close now. he grabbed onto you and then—

slip. the sound of him untying the small fabric that attached around your back, covering your breasts. the top, to your unexpectedness, you felt the cool water hit your chest. noticing your top had fell into the water behind you.

heeseung’s eyes were now wide, he stopped. the bra falling straight into his hands. his lips parted, you instinctively covered your breasts. cupping them with your arms. frozen in place. he stared at your bare back, his cheeks becoming flustered. not knowing if he should give you your bra or look away.

you swallowed, nervously turning around in the water. he saw your nervous face, your hands covering what you could of your breasts. he quickly pushed the bra towards you. you grabbed it with one of your hands, still using the other arm to cover your bare chest. then you quickly turned back around to attempt to put it back on.

“i’m so sorry- i didn’t mean too.” heeseung said, worried. his face was red, your face was red. it felt way more intimate then it needed too. yet you felt comfortable with him. “it’s okay.” you spoke gently, pulling the bra over your breasts.

“can you help tie me again?” you asked him, heeseung gulped. frozen for a moment. “yeah, i can help you...” he spoke. moving closer, his warm shaky hands grabbing the two strings hanging from your back. your back tingled at his touch, the way his fingers tied the two strings together again. then he stepped back.

you turned around slowly, your face was visibly heated. so was his. “i really didn’t mean too— i’m sorry y/n-“ he stopped as you got closer, your arms snaking around his neck. hugging him. his heart almost stopped. he didn’t move. just stood there, petrified.

“heeseung…” you spoke, “this is gonna sound weird, but i’ve never felt comfortable with anyone seeing my body, except for you.” you squeezed his neck gently, still worried of what he might think. tears filling your eyes. heeseung already was frozen solid, and now you said something sweet, something intimate. your breasts pressed up against him unintentionally which made his head spin.

he suddenly pulled his arms around your waist, holding you as well. he felt your heart pounding against his chest. noticed every breath, every small movement or sound coming from your body. he almost couldn’t believe what was happening right now. “i-i can feel your heartbeat…” heeseung said softly.

you looked up at him now, your eyes connecting. the sight of your desperate eyes alone was going to make him break. holding you like you were fragile, like you might even break. seeing your cleavage as your breasts squished up against his chest.

everything about kissing your childhood friend felt right in that moment, your eyes locked on one another, your bodies up close against each other, the thick tension in the air that was extremely certain now. you shut your eyes, starting to lean in confidently. heeseung almost panicked, he couldn’t believe it.

slowly leaning down towards your lips, making sure he didn’t miss them, he waited to close his eyes until he knew for sure that his lips wouldn’t miss yours. and then—

SQUEAK— it was the sound of the glass door opening and echoing through the room. you both quickly pulled away, your face was red. you turned to see a worker standing in the doorway, looking highly annoyed.

the entire moment was ruined, the tension that was at it’s peak and your arms that were once around each other.

“it’s passed 11:30— we we’re supposed to be cleaning up twenty minutes ago.” the guy said angrily.

“sorry, we thought the pool closed at 12.” you said, confused. “that’s only on friday and saturday’s. it’s thursday.” the guy said, irritated. “th-that’s our bad, we’ll leave right now.” heeseung apologized, grabbing your hand gently. you felt a warmth in your chest.

holding your hand, the two of you swam towards the steps to get out of the pool. getting out together, heeseung grabbed all your things before you could even try too. covering your bare shoulders with a warm towel he’d left on his bench. he held your hand again, using his other arm to carry the stuff you guys brought, including your swim cover.

the two of you left the swimming pool area, walking to the elevator. the rest of the time getting back to the hotel, the two of you were completely silent. feeling unfulfilled, wondering if their still was something more lingering between you two.

sitting down on the hotel bed, you held the towel around you like a blanket. your heart was still pounding. heeseung approached you, sitting down next to you. “i’m sorry, i should’ve double checked what time the pool closed…”

“don’t apologize, it would happen to anyone. including me.” you giggled, he chuckled a little with you. your eyes found his again. he looked back at you. you wouldn’t have known his heart was pounding just as wildly as yours was. eyes glancing towards your lips, he ran his fingers through his wet hair. he looked so attractive.

“did you mean what you said?” he suddenly spoke, you started to nod. still quiet. still wondering if he’d have the same reaction that he did before. you glanced down towards his lips again. he noticed.

“if you wanted to kiss me, you should’ve just said so…” he spoke, his hand caressing yours before intertwining his fingers with yours. you lips parted, and then you finally spoke. “i’ve wanted too for a long time...”

with that, heeseung didn’t hesitate. pulling his other hand to cup the side of your face, he leaned down and placed his soft lips on yours. the fire inside the both of you finally igniting. it felt so right. you couldn’t even move. the butterflies in your stomach erupting immediately.

it was a long kiss, heeseung’s hand gently holding your face, your hands finding their way to his neck again, wrapping them around him gently. your lips both moved at a passionate pace, just exploring and tasting each others lips for the first time. as you’d both wanted to for forever. it was even better than you could ever have imagined.

when you finally pulled away, you both stared at each other through half lidded eyes. your chests heaving softly, small pants falling from your lips. heeseung’s hand didn’t leave your face, neither did your arms leave from around his neck. just staring at each other. trying to realize it’d finally happened, you’d finally kissed.

“i think we should probably shower- to get the chlorine off.” you spoke, giggling. he laughed a little, nodding. “uh, if… you’re really sure you want me to be there.” his cheeks were pink. was he really going to see your body? for the first time ever? you smiled at him.

“of course i do… i’m comfortable with you now, hee…” the nickname was different from all the other times you used it, it felt so much more intimate now. he audibly swallowed.

“are you nervous?” you asked him, standing up right in front of him. “are you?” he spoke, standing up in front of you. you almost crumbled in front of him. and of course, like always, he noticed.

you grabbed his hand, he followed along with you to the bathroom. his eyes noticing how much more confidently you were carrying yourself. shutting the door behind the two of you, he saw the clothes you were wearing before putting on your swimsuit laying out on the floor.

the shower was one of those big glass ones, you opened the door, turning on the shower to let the hot water start to run through. stepping back out, heeseung looked at you nervously. was he really about to see you naked?

seeing heeseung standing there, all nervous. you initiated yourself. turning around. “help untie me?” you asked, your cheeks red. it was different then before. so much different.

he stepped closer, you felt his warm presence behind you. slowly and gently untying the bikini top, you let it fall to the floor. and then you turned around, facing him. his eyes landed onto your breasts. he swallowed, taking in the sight for the very first time.

you felt flustered, but you saw the way he looked at you. like he’d never seen anything or anyone like you before. it flattered you, really. the way he couldn’t even make out a single word, completely distraught at the sight of your boobs.

“b-beautiful.”

he said, his own words almost choking him. it took everything he had to refrain himself from asking to touch them, being one of the things he’d always wanted to do. but he tried to have patience as you blushed and grabbed your swim bottoms, pulling them down off your legs.

and now it would be his turn. your cheeks we’re heated, but your eyes seemed to be eagerly awaiting for him to strip himself down as well. your eyes trailed down to his swim trunks, holy shit. not only did he have a boner, but it was fucking massive.

he debated whether or not he should at this point, being embarrassed from getting hard for you so easily. but you’d already stripped yourself for him, so he grabbed the waistband of his swim trunks. pulling them down. his size sprung out, his eyes couldn’t leave yours.

“h-hee… you’re…”

“fuck… i’m sorry y/n, i can’t help it…” he spoke, “i’ve been hard for you all night. your body is the most perfect thing i have ever seen… i’ve wanted you for forever. we’re you licking the popsicle like that on purpose?”

you blushed, nodding slowly. “y-yes…” you said, heat pooling in your lower stomach and core. this confession had him choking on his own breath, rock hard, standing right in front of the girl he’d always wanted. he was vulnerable in front of you, but so were you. you both had exposed every inch of yourselves to each other now.

“c-can i?” he stared at you, his arms reaching out towards your body. you nodded, stepping closer. “touch me, hee.” you whispered, his hands felt your breasts. he squeezed your breasts gently, making you whine.

“shit… just as perfect as i imagined. so soft.” his fingers then grazed your stomach, his hands making their way down to your thighs. he grabbed your butt, squishing it between his fingers. “so, so damn perfect…”

you blushed from the praise, whimpering softly at his touch. he touched you as if he’d never touch you again. fondling, stroking and touching every inch of you. his hands traveled back up to your face, cupping your face with both his big palms as your lips connected again. face and stomach’s burning hot.

pulling away, you grabbed his arm, pulling him into the streamy shower with him. he shut the glass door behind the two of you, the two of you standing in the water together. letting it soak your bodies as you both leant in for another passionate kiss, connecting lips underneath the hot water.

“l-let me clean you.” he blushed, grabbing the pink loofa and putting soap on it. of course you didn’t object to this, standing outside of the water. he stepped closer to you, scrubbing your body gently. cleaning you with a gentle and kind touch, his hands still shaking slightly.

he watched the way the soap made your tits all soapy, the way it ran down your breasts and legs. your body so soft and beautiful. all soaked. you could’ve sworn you we’re dying for this touch, for his love, his lust. everything.

“do you like the way i look, like this...” you blushed, he pulled the loofa away as you leaned forward. squishing your breasts together. he almost swallowed the water. the sight sending heat to his face, and too his already hardened dick. he audibly swallowed, and you leaned upwards, placing your lips on his again.

he forgot what he was even doing, the loofa falling onto the ground and drain of the shower. you made out, him holding you against the glass wall. you both were panting, your lips pulling from his for a moment. he looked at you like he wanted to dive right back in.

“hee, i wan’t you to fuck me.” you said desperately.

his chest tightened, his eyes lustful, full of desire. it didn’t take long for him to start kissing you again, his hands trailing your body. your hand reaching down and finally touching his cock. he jumped slightly, his lips parting as he let out a soft groan. not expecting the sudden touch.

you stroked his length, teasing the tip slightly with every pump of his cock in your hand. “fuck… y/n, need you now.” he cursed. lifting your body off the floor, you were surprised. but you kissed him again, exchanging saliva as your tongues collided in a heated motion.

“you know exactly what you’re doing to me, don’t you?” he growled against your ear, you bit down on your bottom lip, eyes staring at him desperately. “i’ve been doing it all day…” you spoke lustfully, heeseung was at his breaking point now. needing you. every bit of you. he couldn’t wait even a second longer.

he let you down and you turned yourself around, bending over for him. your ass on perfect display in front of him. he slapped it, before laying his chest against your back. softly whispering in your ear, “you really want me right here? right now?” his fingers rubbed your clit.

“y-yes hee…” a strangled moan left your lips, your moan being music to his ears. making his cock throb in desperation. “yeah pretty, i wanna hear you moan for me. just like that.” he said with his fingers stroking your folds, coating himself in your wetness. “how bad do you want it. tell me.” he pinched your clit.

you moaned louder, almost squirming the lower half of your body. his grip on your thighs tightened. “ah— hee…” you cried, pussy aching around nothing. his digits pushing and prodding against your entrance. “hee, please… need it. need you.” you whined.

he shoved his fingers inside slowly, your lower stomach feeling warm and tight. his big fingers dragging across your gummy walls, he audibly groaned from the feeling. and you moaned out from his fingers being inside you.

“so fucking tight.” he breathed, “how are you gonna take me? being this damn tight?”

you were lightheaded, chest heaving up and down. he moved his fingers faster, they dragged in and out of you making you want to burst under his touch as he stimulated your clit with thumb.

“h-hee gonna…” you felt the fire in your abdomen burning, being so close to your orgasm. heeseung moved his fingers faster, his ruthless pace making your eyes and head roll back. your cunt fluttered around his fingers as he continued to stimulate your clit.

and then you came. your body dissolving into the pleasure, spurts of squirt gushing out of you like electricity jolting through your body. heeseung grunted with satisfaction, relentlessly moving his fingers against the spot that had you gushing for him. more and more spilled out of you, he loved it.

“holy fuck…” he said against you, “ever squirted for anyone else before?” he said softly against your ear. “n-no hee, only you… felt so good…” you whined, panting softly.

“so pretty like this, want you to squirt on my dick so bad princess… always wanted you too.” he said, pulling away from your heat. your cunt dripped from leftover squirt, he squeezed the tip of his cock. a bead of precum forming from the tip.

“h-hee…” you whined pathetically, your hands against the steamed over glass. “p-please… can’t wait anymore… need you so bad. need you inside…” you moved your hands behind you, parting your folds with your fingers, revealing your aching hole to him.

heeseung’s eyes averted to your folds and your aching cunt. he stroked over his tip gently, his eyes fixated on the sight in front of him before he spit directly onto your cunt. his fingers helped rub it in while your trembling ones found their way back to the glass, helping prop yourself up.

“this greedy little cunt need me?” he teased, pushing his massive length up against your sopping folds. he sent a loud smack to your ass, that had you jump a little and moan. “p-please…” you begged again. he couldn’t wait any longer, you were driving him crazy. always had. and now he’d finally had you.

his tip pushed against your entrance, your lips parting and your hips moving up against him. he slapped your ass again, making you cry out again. “gonna make you feel so good…” his tip prodded at your soaked entrance. “gonna stretch this pussy to fit me perfectly.”

with a quick snap of heeseung’s hips, he’d pushed himself as deep as he could inside you. tip kissing your cervix, your eyes rolling back, a loud moan leaving your lips. you felt so full. the stretch was too much, your legs shaking and your eyes watering from the quick abuse of your cervix.

and then he pulled out completely, leaving you entirely empty after filling you up all the way. you whimpered loudly, your pussy trying to clench around nothing as you turned your head to look back at him. he only growled as you stared at him with a confused look.

“you spent so long teasing me, didn’t you?” he smacked your ass again, “should i tease you in return?” he pressed his cock up against your folds again. it was agonizing. you needed him back in so badly. it was too much.

“n-no hee…” you cried, “didn’t mean too.. didn’t know you wanted me too…” you bit down on your bottom lip. he looked down at you, staring. he continued to soak himself up between your drenched folds.

“i heard you that night…” he spoke, his hands pulling your hips up closer to him as he pressed against you. “touching yourself… moaning my name. you have no idea what that did to me for so damn long.” he used one of his hands to rub your clit again. your face turning redder.

“always wanted to fuck you. want this pussy to be mine.” he pushed against your hole again, your body arching desperately underneath him. “y-you heard that?” you blushed. “shouldn’t of kept your door cracked open.” he smirked. that damn smirk, it drove you insane. it always had.

“god you’re so pretty, i’m so lucky.” he dragged his cock along your soaking folds, your eyes desperate as you whimpered, his other hand grasping your hips as if he’d never let go. the wait felt like an eternity, you couldn’t possibly wait any longer to finally feel heeseung’s dick pounding you. the one you fantasized about for so long.

“ready baby?” he asked you, his tip pushing up against your hole. tears were forming in your eyes, you were desperate. “heeseung, please. n-need you.” you begged.

this time he started slowly, his cock pushing through the entrance of your tight pussy. only the tip buried inside so far. both his hands gripped your thighs, your back arched, your pussy swallowing up every inch he’d give you.

and then finally, he pushed forward. you whined and winced at the slow stretch of your hole, heeseung only pushing forward, as if savoring the moment that your cunt swallowed every inch of him, until finally he was fully inside.

balls up against your pelvis, cock kissing your cervix, your heart pounding. you moaned loudly from the stretch, he squeezed your thighs with his hands.

“ahh— fuck… you’re so damn tight baby. i can barely fit in you.” heeseung cursed, trying to help your walls adjust to his size. he slowly moved his hips, cock dragging along your walls slowly. memorizing every part of you.

“heeseung~!” you called out, your eyes glazed over. “you feel so fucking good. everything i’ve ever wanted.” he slammed inside at a rougher pace, making your legs tremble and a whimper spill from your parted lips.

“god, you’re soaking around me. gonna cum for me again already?” he slapped your ass, you could’ve sworn you were going to blackout. your legs felt heavy, the coil in your lower stomach tightening to the point of release.

“y-yes hee… g-gonna cum again…” you stammered, your eyes rolling back. “fuck yeah, need you to cum on my cock. need your pretty cunt dripping around me. haven’t spent a single day not imagining it.” his hips dragged along faster, slamming into that spot that drove you insane.

his thumb started to move in circles on your clit, as his other hand continued to grip your waist. you could’ve sworn you saw stars. your pussy fluttering and pulsing around him as you came. the tight coil inside you finally snapping.

“fuck… so perfect. cum on my cock like that princess.”

you cried out, every lewd sound of his cock slamming into your soaked hole echoed in the shower. your legs trembling violently, you almost could’ve fell over at that moment. but he held you up, his hands tight around your waist.

his cock twitched inside you, his chest heaving from pounding you so hard. he pulled out slowly, leaving your gripping hole empty. you whined and panted softly.

it all felt so fast, the way he carried you so quickly into the other room. not caring about the trail of water you left from the bathroom, or how soaked the bed was getting. he just laid you down, parting your thighs in front of him. your pussy throbbing and pulsing, leaking of wetness.

and then he moved up against your folds again, leaning down to kiss one of your breasts. he played with one of them, sucking your other nipple. you whined out, your arms sprawling out and your hands gripping the sheets tightly.

he pushed against your entrance again using his other hand to align his cock, his mouth continuing to suck on your hardened nipple. before he started pushing inside again, you cried out. desperate for him.

he pushed all the way inside, your walls clenching around him. he pulled off your breast, licking his lips as he grabbed both your legs. thrusting deeper at the perfect angle that drove you absolutely insane.

“heeseung!” you moaned out, only making his hips move faster, more rougher. relentlessly slamming into the spot that made you cry. “shh, baby. everyone’s gonna hear how good i’m fucking you if you keep being so loud.”

tears filled your eyes, the overstimulation kicking in as your clit pulsed. he continued to thrust into you, cock twitching inside of you. his breathing becoming quicker as he focused on pounding you. pinching your nipple.

“god, you’re milking me.” he grunted, his head falling backwards and his hands gripping your waist tightly. he could feel himself reaching the edge, every thrust of his hips making a groan leave his lips.

every one of your moans and whimpers had him pounding harder, like it was motivation for him. tears ran down your cheeks as he reached his final few thrusts.

“c-coming… fuck.” he bit down on his bottom lip, he slowed down as thick spurts of cum spewed from his cock. filling you up entirely. the two of you panting, moaning, sweating all over.

he stayed inside you, collapsing on top of your body. the two of you trying to catch your breathes while holding on tight to each other. you leaned your head back against the pillow behind you, feeling limp and weak.

but his cock was already hardened again inside of you, he lifted himself up. pulling out he quickly pushed both of his fingers inside of you, making sure all of his cum stayed deep in you. he used his other hand to stroke your tear stained cheek gently, comfortingly.

“gonna cum again pretty, okay? just rest for me alright?”

you nodded softly, blushing and staring as he stroked himself over your stomach, his eyes landing on your tits and then your pretty face. he was so focused on you, breath hitching as he reached his high. coming all over your chest, breasts, and stomach.

“mm, so pretty… covered with my cum.” he smiled at you, grabbing a towel to help clean you up with. you already felt sleepy now, just laying against the pillow.

heeseung got in bed with you, both your naked bodies pressed up against each other as he kissed the your shoulder and the back of your neck.

“love you, hee.” you smiled, your legs intertwined under the blankets. “love you too, pretty.” he responded, kissing your neck softly before falling asleep with you in his arms. you fell asleep shortly after, feeling fulfilled.

tags: @heedeungie777

[darkblooooooood]

LEE HEESEUNG FIC RECS

s | smut f | fluff a | angst

girlfriend simulator - s,f (wc- 37k)

╰┈➤ heeseung x f!reader [sci-fi, fantasy, college au]

operation: how not to get the girl - s,f,a (wc- 28k)

╰┈➤ goldenboy!heeseung x f!reader [college au]

double take - s,f (wc- 20k)

╰┈➤ photography student!heeseung x f!reader [rivals to lovers]

ruin the friendship - HEAVY angst (wc- 19.3k)

╰┈➤ bestfriend!heeseung x f!reader

imperfect for you - s,f,a (wc- 19k)

╰┈➤ stranger!heeseung x f!reader

like a tattoo - s,f,a

╰┈➤ tattoo artist!heeseung x partygirl!reader [smau + written]

available - s,f,a (wc- 16.8k)

╰┈➤ fwb!heeseung x f!reader

rage quit - s,f (wc- 15.9k)

╰┈➤ gamer!heeseung x gamer!reader

cherry - s,f - (wc-15k)

╰┈➤ goodboy!heeseung x badgirl!reader [80s au]

don't leave again - s,f,a (wc- 14k)

╰┈➤ producer!heeseung x unemployed!reader

almost yours - s,f,a (wc- 12.4k)

╰┈➤ roomate!heeseung x f!reader [friends to lovers]

sky's the limit - f, suggestive (wc- 12k)

╰┈➤ streamer!heeseung x f!reader

siren sounds - f (wc- 11.7k)

╰┈➤ f1 racer!heeseung x nurse!reader

crossing lines - s (wc- 11.5k)

╰┈➤ bestfriend's brother!heeseung x f!reader

emails i can't send - s,f (wc- 9.5k)

╰┈➤ boss!heeseung x employee!reader

two's a company - s (wc- 7.2k)

╰┈➤ heeseung x f!reader [stranded, locked in together}

dirty little secret - s,a (wc- 7k)

╰┈➤ jock!heeseung x f!reader [college au, brother's bestfriend]

homesick - s (wc- 7k)

╰┈➤ loser bf!heeseung x f!reader

breed me: a contract - s (wc- 6.7k)

╰┈➤ stranger!heeseung x f!reader [dystopian au]

wild west ride - s (wc- 5.5k)

╰┈➤cowboy!heeseung x f!reader

studio sessions - s (wc- 4.3k)

╰┈➤producer!heeseung x f!reader

bestfriends - s (wc- 3.6k)

╰┈➤ bestfriend!heeseung x f!reader

love galore - s (wc- 2.9k) ╰┈➤student's father!heeseung x teacher!reader

serenata - f (wc- 2k)

╰┈➤ olderbf!heeseung x reader

lipstain - s (wc- 1.5k)

╰┈➤ bestfriend's bf!heeseung x f!reader [cheating au]

squirting instructor - s

╰┈➤ boyfriend!heeseung x f!reader

playboy - s (wc- --)

╰┈➤ boyfriend!heeseung x f!reader

forget me not - f,a (wc- --)

╰┈➤ arranged husband!heeseung x f!reader [strangers to lovers au]

make them know - s (wc- --)

girls need love - s (wc- 0.6k)

ride or die - s (wc- 0.4k)

[mochiikeu]

my girlfriend hates me ❤︎ lee heeseung

m.list ✴︎ you and heeseung get into an argument and you ignore him

bf!heeseung x fem!reader smau crack 23 ss

warning.ᐟ pegging joke, moka threatening heeseung, cussing

includes.ᐟ ive rei and wonyoung + illit moka and minju

making my smau debutt! hope you enjoy 🙂‍↕️.

© 𓊆ྀི mochiikeu 𓊇ྀི ⋮ all rights reserved, do not copy or translate.

[heev4n]

WAIT! DO THAT AGAIN!

[⪩. .⪨] ── "wait, you should do that again!" [⪩. .⪨] ── heeseung LOVES when you ride him.

[⪩. .⪨] ── warning: 18+, smut, mdni, pinv!, riding (duh), dom!evan, explicit content, sub!reader, unprotected sex, sexual content

[⪩. .⪨] ── heev4n!: this is short and ass but oh well!

heeseung loves when you ride him, it was such a turn on whenever you were on top of him. he would go absolutely feral just at the sight of you. 

"fuck princess….just like that.." he groans as his head is thrown back against the soft cushion. your hands rested against his chest as you softly glided your lower body in smooth motions, generating a sweltering heat to flow through his body. his teeth latch onto his bottom lip, trying to suppress his moans but every sound that left his throat caused him to choke on his breath. 

"f-fuck— you ride me so good baby." his soft voice, sweeter than honey, only added to the overwhelming pleasure as your minds were losing every train of thought, every word — only to be replaced with sounds that couldn't be controlled. his soft, velvety hands find themselves on your waist, feeling every movement you make as his bambi focused eyes scan your body, cherishing every little detail like time was slowing down. 

you could feel his grip tighten against your waist with his eyes dark and possessive that makes your stomach twist with butterflies. the pleasure only grows more intense as you grew more sensitive. "heeseung i-i'm getting close…" you whimper, dripping with desperation and his grip only tightens. 

"me too baby — keep riding me….feels so fucking good." he groans lowly and dark. the sensation was overwhelming, nerves thrumming beneath your skin as his dick was massaging your gummy walls, your skin coated with the mixture of slicks sticking onto your skin as you begin to feel your limit approaching. 

your hips continue to grind and heeseung's hands on your hips were digging into your skin, feeling his nails push through your skin, leaving crescent shaped marks. he could feel your core tighten, signalling that you were getting close. you were squeezing him so tight, his sensitivity only growing, making his body jolt.

"hee— i'm gonna!" you yell out, grinding faster as a wave of pleasure crashes over your body like a tidal wave, with puddles of your cum drowning his dick. 

you feel a warm splash fill your womb as you were catching your breath as his breathing became slow and gentle, watching his chest heave up and down carefully. 

"let's do that again." he says. 

"do that again?" 

heev4n!: long time no see....

[crimswon]

please? - fwb!jake x reader

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friends with benefits... except its pretty obvious he wants it to be more than that

a/n ⋮ i was supposed to post this like 3 hours agoooo - dont mind me posting at 3:30am bru anyways... hoping this doesn't flop bc tumblr hates me cuz im employed🥀 also loveee this colour palette its so prettyy

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[matzism]

switchin’ the positions for you ── ❤︎⁠

product details: in which… sunghoon has a huge breeding kink and won’t stop until he has you—his precious girlfriend—pregnant.

warning labels. . . explicit content (mdni), unprotected sex, lots of praises, breeding kink, mating press, bulge kink, multiple creampies.

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“so fucking pretty like this,” sunghoon grunted, his hips slamming into yours.

he had your legs pinned to your chest, hands gripping the back your thighs, using his weight to pin you down as he thrusted into you. you were already leaking from his fifth load of the night. you’d lost count how many times you’ve cum yourself. you two had been going at it for almost two hours, no breaks, because sunghoon wanted to fill you up as much as possible.

his pace sharpened, thrusts becoming hard and deliberate, the wet sounds between you two filling the room. he pulled out until just the tip was in before slamming back into you, the head of his dick hitting against the spot that made your toes curl every time.

“fuck— look baby,” he leaned back. he slid a hand above the visible bulge in your lower stomach. “see how deep i am inside you?”

all you could manage was a shaky nod and a broken moan, too cockdrunk to form words. he’d be lying if he said he felt bad—because he didn’t. he had a plan and was sticking to it.

“gonna make you a mommy,” he muttered, sliding his arms beneath you to grip your ass. he fucked into you harder, forcing himself deeper.

it didn’t take long for him or you to cum again. yours ripped through you like a shock, only longer, more intense.

“there you go,” he groaned, his voice rough as he stretched you out just right. his rhythm slowed, pumping a fresh load of thick white ropes inside you. he kept his grip on you tight, grinding through both of your releases, pushing his seed deeper with short, lazy thrusts.

“all for you, baby. that’s all for you.”

your body trembled beneath him, his cum already leaking out of you, soaking into the sheets. sunghoon didn’t stop there—he couldn’t. he refused to actually. he flipped you onto your stomach, dragged a finger between your sensitive folds, gathering a mix of your own orgasm and his cum.

“you see that, babe? you’re such a messy girl for me,” he said proudly, climbing over you, his knees on either side of your thighs, locking you under him.

he lined his dick up with your soaked entrance, not giving you enough to time brace yourself before pushing himself right in. the pleasure shoots right through you, making your body tremble.

“f-fuck— hoon— please…” you choked out, nails digging into the back of his thigh.

“i know, baby. i know…” he cooed against your ear, lips trialing kisses down your neck and across your shoulder. “you’re doing so good. taking me so well.”

his chest melted into your spine like it belonged there, bodies aligning. his hips rolled slowly, carefully, every push going deeper. the complete opposite from how he was fucking you a minute ago.

“cmon, lemme see that pretty face while i fill you up.” he slid a hand around your neck—not to choke, just enough to tilt your head back and get a good look at you.

your face was flushed, eyes glassy, lips parted, soft whimpers spilling out. your walls fluttered around him as another lazy orgasm passed through you.

“last one, baby— fuck.. i promise,” he strained, his grip tightening slightly as he delivers one final thrust. he slid a hand under your stomach, wanting to feel himself inside you as he pumped you full.

sunghoon pushes forward again, grinding the head of his dick against that sensitive spot once more. he didn’t stop until every drop was buried deep. he stayed there until his own hips gave out.

“so pretty when you’re full.” he breathes, pressing a kiss against your temple before looking down at the mess he made inside of you.

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[ikeusnupii]

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[noirellee]

𝗦𝗘𝗖𝗨𝗥𝗜𝗧𝗬 𝗢𝗡 𝗗𝗨𝗧𝗬 🍀 엔하이픈

SYNOPSIS 𑜷 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗅𝗂𝗍𝗍𝗅𝖾 𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗍𝖺𝗄𝖾𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗂𝗋 𝗋𝗈𝗅𝖾 𝖺𝗌 𝗆𝗈𝗆𝗆𝗒'𝗌 𝖻𝗈𝖽𝗒𝗀𝗎𝖺𝗋𝖽 𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒 𝗌𝖾𝗋𝗂𝗈𝗎𝗌𝗅𝗒 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗁𝗎𝗌𝖻𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖼𝖺𝗇'𝗍 𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗉 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀.

( ‍🎧 ) 𝗂 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗇𝖺 𝗌𝖾𝖾 𝗁𝗈𝗐 𝖻𝖾𝖺𝗎𝗍𝗂𝖿𝗎𝗅 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗂 𝗌𝖾𝖾 𝗂𝗍 𝗂 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐 𝗒𝗈𝗎'𝗋𝖾 𝖺 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗋

𝐌𝐎𝐌𝐌𝐘'𝐒 𝐁𝐎𝐃𝐘𝐆𝐔𝐀𝐑𝐃 ㅤ𓈒 𝗆𝖺𝗋𝗋𝗂𝖾𝖽 ! 𝖾𝗇𝗁𝖺 𝗑 𝑓 ! 𝗋𝖾𝖺 ─── 𝖼𝖺𝗎𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝗌 ｡ 𝖽𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗌𝗍𝗂𝖼 𝖿𝗅𝗎𝖿𝖿 𝖼𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗒 𝗁𝗎𝗌𝖻𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗌 𝗉𝗋𝗈𝗍𝖾𝖼𝗍𝗂𝗏𝖾 𝗄𝗂𝖽𝖽𝗈𝗌 ◞ 𝟰 𝗠𝗢𝗥𝗘

LEE HEESEUNG

having heeseung just sit on the edge of the bed and stare at you through the reflection of the vanity mirror is honestly the most distracting thing in the world because you’re just trying to get your makeup done without messing up your eyeliner, but his gaze is so incredibly heavy and full of adoration that you can actually feel it burning into your skin. he’s not even saying anything, just resting his chin on his hands and watching you with this soft, dopey smile that makes your heart race despite being married to him for years... but your little boy totally catches onto what’s happening and takes his job as your personal bodyguard very seriously, immediately marching over to the bed to stand directly in front of his dad’s face with his tiny arms crossed over his chest, firmly telling heeseung that mommy is top secret right now and he needs to stop looking. heeseung just bursts out laughing and tries to peek around his son's tiny shoulders, which only makes your little one completely tackle him backwards onto the mattress to protect your privacy at all costs.

PARK JONGSEONG

it’s actually ridiculous how jay refuses to blink while watching you get dressed for your anniversary dinner because he’s leaning against the doorframe looking like an absolute model himself, but he’s completely hyper-fixated on the way you’re styling your hair. he has this knowing smirk on his face like he’s already thinking about how he’s going to show you off later, and no matter how many times you tell him to go wait in the living room, he just hums and says he’d rather stay right where he is... until your daughter waddles into the room and notices her dad staring a little too hard. she immediately gasps dramatically and runs over to push against his legs with all her might, telling him that staring isn't polite and that mommy needs space to get pretty, effectively pushing a very amused jay out into the hallway before she literally slams the bedroom door shut in his face to keep you safe from his staring.

SIM JAEYUN

the way jake looks at you when you’re getting ready is enough to make anyone melt because he has those big puppy dog eyes that just track your every movement like you hung the stars in the sky, and he keeps whispering little compliments under his breath about how beautiful you are even when you’re just wearing a bathrobe. it’s super sweet but totally flustering because you can’t even put on your lipstick properly with him sighing dreamily every five seconds, which prompts your little boy to intervene on your behalf. he literally climbs up onto the bed behind jake and wraps his tiny hands over his dad's eyes like a blindfold, loudly declaring that dad is banned from looking until mommy gives the final reveal. jake starts whining playfully and tries to pry the little hands off his face saying he just wants to see his beautiful wife, but your son acts like a strict security guard and refuses to budge an inch.

PARK SUNGHOON

sunghoon always tries to act so cool and collected but the second you put on that dress he’s completely paralyzed, just sitting on the armchair in the corner of the room and tracking your every movement through the mirror with this intense, dark gaze that makes you feel so entirely loved but also super self-conscious. he’s totally captivated by you and doesn't even bother hiding it, which immediately triggers the protective instincts of your little girl who happens to be playing with her blocks on the floor. she notices his intense staring and instantly drops her toys, marching over to grab a giant throw blanket from the bed and holding it up as high as she possibly can right in front of sunghoon's face. she sternly tells him that mommy is off-limits and he has to pay the toll to look, making sunghoon let out this rare, loud laugh as he pulls her into his lap, though she still aggressively covers his eyes with her hands to make sure he doesn't sneak a peek.

KIM SUNOO

you literally can’t even brush your hair without sunoo practically whining from the doorway because he thinks you look way too pretty to be going out tonight and he keeps dramatically sighing about how he just wants to keep you all to himself in the house. he’s resting his head against the door and pouting while watching you apply your lip gloss, his eyes completely glued to you in this extremely endearing way... but your son is having absolutely none of it. taking his role as your tiny protector very seriously, he grabs his plastic toy sword and stands right in the doorway between you and sunoo, pointing it at his dad and warning him that he needs to back away from mommy immediately. sunoo immediately gasps and puts his hands up in mock surrender, dramatically whispering to you that your bodyguard is too scary and he guesses he'll just have to wait patiently in the living room like a good boy.

YANG JUNGWON

jungwon has this habit of just quietly existing in your space while you get ready, sitting cross-legged on the floor playing with the cat but totally stealing these lingering, dimpled smiles at you through the mirror whenever he thinks you aren't looking, though you can totally see him. his gaze is so warm and fond that it makes butterflies erupt in your stomach all over again, but your daughter is quick to interrupt the romantic tension because she runs into the room and immediately identifies her dad as a threat to your getting-ready routine. she practically throws herself over jungwon's eyes, burying his face into her chest and telling him no looking at mommy until she's done being a princess. jungwon just chuckles that sweet laugh of his and wraps his arms around her, trying to bribe his tiny security guard with the promise of ice cream if she just lets him look at you for one more minute, but she firmly shakes her head and demands he close his eyes tightly.

NISHIMURA RIKI

ni-ki being so annoying keeps poking you while you’re trying to do your makeup, and he refuses to look away even when you swat at his chest and tell him to stop staring at you so intensely. he just wraps his arms around your waist from behind and rests his chin on your head, watching your reflection with this incredibly focused look that makes you completely forget how to use your mascara ... until your little boy comes storming in to save the day. your son grabs onto ni-ki's pant leg and starts tugging with all his tiny strength, scolding his dad for being a creep and bothering mommy while she's busy. ni-ki pretends to be shocked by the accusation and tries to argue that he's just admiring his beautiful wife, but your tiny bodyguard physically wedges himself between ni-ki's legs and pushes him backward until ni-ki finally yields with a laugh, leaving you to finish your makeup in peace while your son stands guard at the door with his arms crossed.

isabella: yes omg i NEED to write more parent!enha content cause im literally obsessed with them being all soft and domestic with kids >_<

[jongst4r]

drunk and giggly sex with husband sunghoon after a party💭💭💭💭💭

giggly hoon is making ME giggly

warnings: established relationship, mentions of alcohol, kissing, making out, light grinding, p in v, unprotected sex (don’t.), creampie, use of petnames, playful teasing, praise, dirty talk

you and sunghoon stumble into your apartment at almost two in the morning, still laughing from the ridiculous karaoke battle that happened at the after-party. your cheeks are flushed from the alcohol and the cold night air. sunghoon’s tie is loose, hair messy, and he can’t stop smiling as he kicks the door shut behind you both.

“i can’t believe you actually sang that song,” you giggle, leaning against the wall for balance as you slip off your heels. “you were so off-key, hoon.”

“excuse me?” he gasps dramatically, pressing a hand to his chest like you wounded him. “i was incredible. the crowd loved me.” he wobbles a little as he tries to take off his jacket, nearly tripping over his own feet.

you burst into another fit of giggles and reach out to steady him. the second your hands touch his chest, the mood shifts just a little — still playful, but warmer. sunghoon looks down at you with that dazed, lovestruck smile he only ever gives when he’s drunk and completely in love.

“come here, wife,” he murmurs, voice low but cracking with laughter as he pulls you against him. his hands settle on your waist, thumbs rubbing circles over the fabric of your dress.

you tilt your head up and kiss him, both of you smiling too wide for it to be smooth. your teeth clack together awkwardly and that only makes you laugh harder into each other’s mouths.

“we’re terrible at this right now,” you snort, hiding your face in his neck.

“nooo, we’re perfect,” sunghoon insists, swaying with you in the hallway like you’re slow dancing. “best married couple in the world. very sexy. very coordinated.”

he tries to kiss you again but misses your lips and lands on your cheek instead. the two of you dissolve into another round of giggles, clinging to each other so you don’t fall over.

somehow you make it to the bedroom, shedding clothes along the way. sunghoon’s shirt is half unbuttoned, your dress is unzipped but still hanging onto your shoulders. he backs you up until your knees hit the bed and you both tumble onto the mattress in a messy heap.

“ow— your elbow,” you complain through laughter.

“sorry, baby,” he chuckles, rolling slightly so he’s hovering over you. his hair falls into his eyes as he looks down at you, cheeks flushed pink from the alcohol and arousal. “you’re so pretty. how did i get so lucky?”

you reach up and cup his face, pulling him down into another giggly kiss. this one is deeper, sloppier, tongues brushing lazily as your hands roam over his bare chest. sunghoon groans softly into your mouth when your fingers trace down his abs.

“i want you,” he mumbles against your lips, smiling like an idiot. “so bad. been thinking about you in this dress all night.”

“then take it off,” you whisper, biting your lip to stop another giggle.

he struggles adorably with the zipper, cursing under his breath when it gets stuck. “why is this so hard? i’m usually good at this.”

“because you’re drunk, hoonie,” you tease, helping him tug the dress down your body.

the second it’s off, sunghoon’s eyes light up like he’s seeing you for the first time.

“wow,” he breathes, hands sliding over your waist and up to your breasts. “my wife is so hot. how is she real?”

you laugh and pull him back down, kissing him while your legs wrap around his hips. he grinds against you slowly, still wearing his pants, and the friction makes you both moan softly between giggles.

“off,” you demand, tugging at his belt. “pants off. now.”

sunghoon tries to look serious but fails miserably as he sits up and fumbles with his belt. “yes ma’am. anything for my beautiful, drunk wife.”

once he’s finally naked, he crawls back over you, skin warm and flushed. you’re both giggling again as he tries to kiss your neck but keeps missing because he’s swaying.

“stop laughing at me,” he whines playfully, nipping at your collarbone. “i’m trying to be romantic.”

“you’re doing great,” you reassure him, threading your fingers through his hair. “so sexy. very smooth.”

he grins and finally settles between your legs properly. his hand slides down to touch you, fingers gliding through how wet you already are. his eyes widen comically.

“baby… you’re soaked,” he whispers, awed. then he giggles. “did i do that?”

“yes, you idiot,” you laugh, pulling him closer. “now fuck me before we both pass out.”

sunghoon’s cheeks flush even darker at your bold words. he lines himself up and pushes in slowly, both of you moaning at the feeling. he drops his forehead to your shoulder, breathing hard.

“fuck… you feel so good,” he groans, hips starting to move in shallow thrusts. “always so perfect for me.”

the sex is messy, uncoordinated, and full of laughter. every time he thrusts too deep and you both wobble, you crack up. when he tries to change positions and nearly falls off the bed, you have to pull him back by his shoulders, giggling the whole time.

“i love you so much,” he keeps murmuring between thrusts, kissing your face all over — your lips, your nose, your eyelids. “my wife. my best friend. i love fucking you.”

“i love you too,” you moan, legs tightening around him. your hands roam his back, nails lightly scratching as pleasure builds despite all the giggles. “harder, hoon— please.”

he tries, really tries, but ends up laughing again when he loses his rhythm. “i’m sorry— i’m so drunk but i still want you so bad.”

you cup his face and kiss him deeply, hips rolling up to meet his. the mood shifts gradually — still giggly and loving, but the pleasure starts taking over. sunghoon’s thrusts become deeper, more purposeful, even as soft chuckles escape between moans.

“right there,” you whimper, eyes fluttering. “feels so good…”

“yeah?” he pants, pressing his forehead to yours so he can look at you. “gonna make my pretty wife cum?”

you nod frantically, and he reaches between you to rub your clit, a little sloppy, but perfect.

your orgasm hits you first — sudden and sweet, making you moan his name as your body tightens around him.

sunghoon follows right after, burying himself deep with a broken groan, hips stuttering as he fills you up. he collapses on top of you, both of you breathing hard and still laughing breathlessly.

“we’re a mess,” you whisper, running your fingers through his sweaty hair.

“the best kind of mess,” he replies, kissing your jaw lazily. he rolls off you but immediately pulls you into his arms, spooning you from behind. his hand rests possessively on your stomach as he nuzzles into your neck.

“best night ever,” he mumbles, already sounding half-asleep. “i love being drunk with you. i love having giggly sex with you. i love being your husband.”

you smile and intertwine your fingers with his. “and i love you more.”

even as sleep starts pulling you under, soft giggles bubble up again when sunghoon sleepily tries to kiss your shoulder and misses. he eventually succeeds, pressing a warm, lazy kiss to your skin.

“round two in the morning?” he whispers.

“only if you’re not hungover,” you tease.

“deal.”

you fall asleep tangled together, bodies warm, hearts full, and the quiet sound of shared laughter still lingering in the air long after the party ended.

© jongst4r, 2026

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[stwryun]

when they are jealous of another member ❜ 전원 .ᐟ.ᐟ 💭

[ open ] written for the 💌 𓂂 𓏸 love, always. event !

🪷. 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐔𝐄 ✶ when your boyfriend gets jealous of how much time you spend with your best friend

◟✿ 𝓜𝐮𝐬𝐞 ─── enhypen x reader ⋆ 🐰 🩰 🏹𓂂 ˳ׄ 💡

◟✿ forewarning ˒ jealousy, clingy, possessiveness , teasing nothing too extreme just sooo cutee

◟✿ heeseung ˒

heeseung isn’t the type to get jealous immediately. he’s always prided himself on being the steady one, the reliable hyung who keeps his emotions in check. jungwon is your best friend has been since before heeseung even met you properly jungwon is practically his little brother. The kid who looks up to him, who shares late night talks about leadership and dreams. There is absolutely no reason to be bothered by any of this.

At least, that’s what he tells himself for the first few weeks it starts small. A text from you saying you’ll be late because you’re helping jungwon review his english notes. heeseung sends a heart emoji and “No rush, baby ❤️” even as he stares at the ceiling of the practice room, phone still in hand. It’s just studying, he thinks. You’re smart you like helping people. That’s one of the things I love about you. But then it happens again and again.

He asks if you’re free for dinner after a long schedule, and your reply comes almost instantly “Sorry, already promised Jungwon we’d grab ramen. Rain check?” He stares at the message until the screen dims, a faint knot forming in his stomach. Rain check sure. He ends up eating alone in the dorm, scrolling through his feed only to see a new story you posted you and Jungwon making silly faces over steaming bowls, your head tilted toward his shoulder as you both laugh.

The irritation is tiny at first, like a pebble in his shoe. He shakes it off deletes the screenshots he accidentally took. Tells himself he’s being ridiculous. But the pebble turns into a rock.

Every time he wants to spend time with you, you’re already with Jungwon. If he suggests a movie night, you’re already halfway through a drama marathon with him. If he tries to surprise you with coffee between schedules, Jungwon is already there, holding your favorite order and making you smile that bright, easy smile Heeseung thought was reserved mostly for him. Social media is the worst every other day there’s another photo you two at the arcade, you two walking the Han River at night, you two in matching hoodies because “Jungwon lost a bet and had to wear what I picked.”

Heeseung starts noticing things he never paid attention to before. The way Jungwon’s hand brushes your arm when he’s excited about something. The way you save the best bites of your food for him without thinking. The private jokes that make you burst into laughter at the dinner table while Heeseung sits across from you, pretending to scroll on his phone so no one sees the tightness in his jaw.

One evening, after a particularly grueling practice, he walks into the dorm common room hoping to finally steal you away for some quiet time. Instead, he finds you sitting cross legged on the couch beside Jungwon, laughing so hard you’re clutching your stomach, tears in your eyes. Jungwon is leaning into you, nudging your shoulder with his own, recounting some story with that mischievous leader grin of his. Neither of you even notices Heeseung standing in the doorway.

He stands there longer than necessary, watching. The way Jungwon’s eyes soften when he looks at you. The way you lean back into him so naturally, like it’s the most comfortable place in the world. Something ugly twists in Heeseung’s chest sharp and hot. He clears his throat, louder than needed.You both look up. Your face lights up instantly. “Heeseung! Come sit, you have to hear this—”

“I’m good,” he says, forcing a smile that doesn’t reach his eyes. “Looks like you’re busy.”Jungwon tilts his head, sensing something but not pushing. “Hyung, join us. It’s funny, I swear.”Heeseung just shakes his head and heads to his room, the sound of your laughter following him down the hall like an accusation.

That night, when you finally slip into bed beside him, he’s unusually quiet. You cuddle up against his chest like always, but instead of relaxing into it, Heeseung wraps one arm tightly around your waist, pulling you impossibly closer. His face buries into the crook of your neck, breathing you in like he’s afraid you might disappear. His other hand finds yours, fingers lacing together almost desperately.

“You know,” he murmurs against your skin, voice low and rough, “I think you’ve spent more time with Jungwon this week than with your actual boyfriend.”You laugh softly, assuming he’s teasing like he sometimes does. “Babe, are you counting?”He doesn’t laugh back. His hold on you tightens, almost possessive. “I’m serious i miss you.” The words hang heavy in the dark. “Every time I turn around, it’s Jungwon this, Jungwon that. I get it he’s important to you. He’s important to me too but lately… it feels like I’m the one on the outside.”

You shift to look at him, surprised by the raw edge in his voice. Heeseung’s eyes are shadowed, but the vulnerability there is unmistakable. He’s not angry exactly just aching. Jealous in a way he clearly hates admitting.“I didn’t realize…” you start, but he shakes his head, pressing a kiss to your collarbone.

“I keep telling myself it’s stupid,” he admits, voice barely above a whisper. “He’s like my brother. You’re allowed to have friends but then I see the way he makes you laugh like he knows exactly how to light you up and I just…” He exhales shakily, nuzzling closer. “I want to be the one who makes you laugh like that. I want to be the one you’re running to after a long day. Not feeling like I have to schedule time with my own girlfriend around someone else.”

His fingers trace slow, absent patterns on your hip, but there’s tension in every line of his body. “I hate feeling like this. Jealous of Jungwon, of all people. But I can’t help it anymore. You’re mine, you know? Or at least… I thought you were.” The confession lingers between you, heavy with weeks of unspoken insecurity. Heeseung holds you like he’s afraid letting go even a little will make the distance permanent. In the quiet of the room, his heartbeat is fast against your cheek proof that the easygoing, confident Heeseung has been quietly unraveling for longer than he’s let on.

You press closer, and for the first time in weeks, he lets out a small, relieved breath, though the jealousy still simmers just beneath the surface, waiting.

◟✿ jay ˒

Jay’s jealousy doesn’t look like insecurity or quiet pouting. It looks like competition. He doesn’t even realize he’s doing it at first. Jay has always been the type to handle things head on cool, collected, a little cocky when he knows what he wants. And what he wants is you. So when Jake starts spending more time around you, Jay’s response is automatic step up match him beat him.

It starts small. Jake brings you your favorite iced coffee on a hot filming day? Jay appears twenty minutes later with the full meal your favorite pasta from that place across town, still warm, plus dessert because “you might get hungry later.” Jake offers to carry your heavy bag after practice? Jay is suddenly right there, taking your bag, your jacket, your water bottle, and the extra hoodie you forgot. He does it so smoothly that you barely notice the shift, just smile up at him with that grateful look that makes his chest tighten.

The other members catch on almost immediately. Sunghoon raises an eyebrow the third time it happens in one week. “Jay’s on a mission,” he mutters to Heeseung during dinner. Jungwon just smirks into his rice. They start placing bets on how long it’ll take before Jay cracks. One lazy afternoon in the dorm, you’re curled up on the couch beside Jake, both of you focused on his laptop. Jake is helping you pick out a birthday gift for your sibling, scrolling through pages of options with that easy, playful commentary that always makes you laugh. “This one? Nah, too boring. What about this ridiculous plushie? Your sibling would lose it.”

You lean in closer to see the screen, giggling. Jake shifts, his shoulder brushing yours as he points at something. “Wait, look at this—”The air changes.Jay, who had been quietly playing a game on his phone across the room, suddenly stands up. Without a word, he crosses the space in long strides, wedges himself directly between you and Jake on the couch, and sits down like it’s the most natural thing in the world. His thigh presses firmly against yours. One arm drapes casually along the back of the couch behind your shoulders.

Jake nearly chokes on his water. “ yo jay what are you doing?”Jay shrugs, eyes locked on the laptop screen like he’s been part of this conversation the whole time. “Watching.”“You weren’t interested five seconds ago,” Jake says, half laughing, half bewildered.“I am now.”You glance between them, amused but starting to sense the tension. Jay’s jaw is tight, even as he forces a charming smile and points at the screen. “That one’s cute but this—” He reaches over and scrolls to a different item, his hand brushing yours deliberately. “This matches their vibe better trust me.”

Jake stares at him for a second, then grins like a cat who just found the cream. “Ohhh. I see what’s happening here.”From then on, the teasing is relentless. Whenever you’re with Jake whether it’s practicing choreo, playing games in the living room, or even just chatting in the kitchen Jay materializes. He inserts himself into every conversation. If Jake makes you laugh, Jay immediately counters with a funnier story. If Jake compliments your new hairstyle, Jay is already pulling you closer and murmuring, “You look good in anything, but this color? Yeah, it’s my favorite on you.”

The members are merciless.“Jay-hyung is in full rivalry mode,” Sunoo teases one evening, watching Jay practically hover while you and Jake debate over snacks.“Careful, Jake he might challenge you to a dance battle next,” Jungwon adds with a straight face.Jay just rolls his eyes and pulls you into his lap on the couch, ignoring the chorus of groans and laughter. “Mind your business.”But inside, it’s eating at him more than he wants to admit.

He hates how natural you and Jake are together. Jake’s bright, easy energy complements yours so well. they share the same chaotic humor, and worst of all Jake never has to try it just flows. Meanwhile Jay feels like he’s constantly performing, constantly proving he’s the better choice.One night, after another long day of Jay “accidentally” showing up during your hangout with Jake, you finally corner him in his room.“Alright, spill it,” you say, closing the door behind you. “What’s going on?”

Jay sighs dramatically and flops back onto his bed, dragging you down with him. He wraps a strong arm around your shoulders, pulling you flush against his chest. His fingers play with the hem of your shirt, a little restless.“Can you blame me?” he mutters, voice low and laced with that signature Jay charm mixed with genuine frustration. “Jake’s funny he’s handsome annoyingly charming good with people and everyone loves him.” ( is he lying though 🤤 ₹You stare at him, trying not to laugh. “Jay you’re literally describing yourself.”

“Exactly.” He turns his head to look at you, dark eyes serious despite the smirk. “That’s why he’s a threat.”You blink. “A threat?”He nods, tightening his hold on you. “Yeah he gets to be around you all the time without even trying. Making you laugh, helping you with stuff, being all Jake. And I’m over here having to one up him just to remind you I exist.” His voice drops, the playful tone fading into something more vulnerable. “I know it’s stupid he’s my brother. But seeing you two together like that it makes me want to win every single time.”

He presses a kiss to your temple, then another to your cheek, his competitive edge softening into quiet possessiveness. “You’re mine, baby. I just hate feeling like I have to compete for your attention.”You cuddle closer, running your fingers through his hair. “You don’t have to compete, Jay ichose you.”He exhales, some of the tension finally leaving his shoulders, though the glint of rivalry still lingers in his eyes. “Good because I’m not planning on losing.”And from the determined way he holds you that night kissing you a little harder, touching you a little longer you know he means it.

◟✿ jake ˒

Jake is embarrassingly obvious when he’s jealous. He doesn’t even try to hide it his face is an open book, big brown eyes and all. The second he notices you spending more time with Sunghoon, his entire mood shifts. Not in an angry or possessive way, but like a giant sad puppy who just got told he’s being replaced by a shinier, cooler version of himself.It starts subtly, but everyone notices within days.

You and Sunghoon have always been close best friends who can spend hours talking about books, fashion, or just roasting each other without it ever feeling forced. Lately, with the group’s busy schedule, those hangouts have increased. Sunghoon’s calm, dry humor pairs perfectly with yours, and Jake watches it all unfold with growing dismay.

During a rare movie night in the dorm, you end up sitting beside Sunghoon on the big couch. The two of you are sharing a big bowl of popcorn, shoulders brushing every time you reach for snacks, laughing at the same ridiculous scenes. Sunghoon leans over to whisper a sarcastic comment in your ear, and you nearly choke on your drink from giggling.

Across the room, Jake sits on the opposite couch, knees drawn up, looking like someone just canceled Christmas, his birthday, and every future cuddle session all at once. His usual bright energy is nowhere to be found. Every few minutes he glances over at you two, then sighs loudly and looks away with dramatic flair, lips pushed into a full pout. He tries to focus on the movie but keeps failing miserably.

“Jake, come sit with us,” you call out at one point, patting the small space beside you. He perks up instantly, practically teleporting over only for Sunghoon to already be in the middle of explaining the plot twist to you. Jake ends up squeezed on your other side, but the damage is done. He keeps stealing glances, his hand subtly finding yours under the blanket, holding on a little tighter than usual.

When you finally shift fully to his side later in the night, curling against him, Jake lights up like the sun breaking through clouds. His arm wraps around you immediately, nose nuzzling into your hair.

“You okay?” you whisper.

“Yep,” he says, voice overly cheerful.

“You don’t seem okay.”

“I’m fine totally fine. Why wouldn’t I be fine?”

He isn’t. The members catch on fast and have zero mercy. Sunoo starts mimicking Jake’s sad puppy eyes whenever you and Sunghoon are together. Jungwon keeps “accidentally” pointing out how good you and Sunghoon look as a duo just to watch Jake’s face fall. Even Heeseung teases him gently “Jake, if you stare any harder you’re going to burn a hole through the couch.” Jake just whines and buries his face in a pillow.

The jealousy builds over the week. You help Sunghoon pick out new clothes for an upcoming schedule? Jake shows up later wearing the exact hoodie you once said you loved on him, casually flexing in front of the mirror while asking your opinion every five minutes. Sunghoon teaches you a simple ice skating trick on a day off? Jake spends the entire next day sending you videos of himself trying ( and failing ) the same move, captioning them “I can do it better if you teach me instead 🥺”.

It all comes to a head one quiet evening.You’re both alone in his room, the lights dimmed. Jake has his head resting on your lap, legs sprawled across the bed, playing with your fingers absentmindedly. His usual playful energy is muted, replaced by soft sighs and lingering touches like he needs constant reassurance.“Sometimes…” he starts quietly, eyes fixed on your intertwined hands, “I get jealous of how easy it is for you and Sunghoon to hang out.”

You blink, gently brushing his hair back. “Jake, he’s my best friend.”“I know.” His voice is small.“You’re my boyfriend.” “I know that too.” He turns his face into your stomach, muffling his next words. “But what if one day you realize he’s cooler? He’s all mysterious and stylish and good at everything without even trying. You two have so much in common. You laugh at the same things, finish each other’s sentences sometimes… What if you wake up one morning and think, ‘Wow, Sunghoon would be a better match’?”

You stare down at him in disbelief before bursting into laughter. The genuine, heartfelt worry in his voice paired with that dramatic puppy-dog expression is too much. Jake lifts his head, looking deeply offended. “Don’t laugh! This is serious my heart is breaking here.”That only makes you laugh harder. You lean down and cup his cheeks, squishing them gently. “Baby, you’re the one who’s ridiculously charming, affectionate, and makes me smile every single day. Sunghoon is my friend. You’re the one I’m in love with.”

He pouts harder, but his ears turn pink and the corners of his mouth twitch upward. “Yeah?”“Yeah.” You kiss the tip of his nose. “No one could ever replace you. Especially not when you make jealous faces like a sad golden retriever.” Jake groans but finally cracks a smile, wrapping both arms around your waist and pulling you down so you’re half lying on top of him. “I can’t help it I just… really like you alot. The idea of anyone else getting your attention that easily makes me feel all weird and empty inside.”

He buries his face in your neck, peppering soft kisses there while his hold stays tight and clingy. “Promise you’ll sit next to me for the next ten movie nights? And maybe let me be the one to teach you dumb tricks instead of Hoon?”You smile into his hair. “Deal.” Jake lets out a content little hum, all the earlier sadness melting away as he snuggles impossibly closer. Even though the jealousy still simmers whenever Sunghoon makes you laugh too hard, he’s reassured for now clinging to you like the lovesick, obvious boyfriend he is. And honestly? You wouldn’t have him any other way.

◟✿ sunghoon ˒

Sunghoon becomes quieter when he’s jealous, which somehow makes it more obvious than if he were loud about it. Most people expect jealousy to look like possessiveness or sharp words, but Sunghoon turns inward instead retreating into that cool, icy shell he wears so well. The silence stretches longer. His usual subtle affection cools off. And because he’s normally so composed, the shift is impossible to miss.It starts after you spend an entire day with Jungwon.

The two of you had gone out for a casual shopping trip that turned into lunch, then a café stop, then wandering around a bookstore for hours. Jungwon’s easy energy and gentle teasing always make time fly. You come back to the dorm laughing about something he said, cheeks flushed from the cold air and the fun.Sunghoon is sitting on the couch when you walk in. He looks up, offers a small smile, and says, “You’re back.” That’s it. No playful comment about how you ditched him all day. No asking for details. Just two quiet words before he goes back to staring at his phone.

You notice immediately.Throughout the evening, his replies get shorter. When you sit next to him and lean against his shoulder, he doesn’t wrap an arm around you like usual. He just lets you stay there, stiff and distant. You ask if something’s wrong and he shakes his head.“Everything’s fine.”But it isn’t. You can feel the tension radiating off him.

Sunghoon hates feeling jealous. He thinks it’s irrational, immature, and beneath him. Jungwon is his member his dongsaeng, the responsible leader he respects deeply. You’re allowed to have friends. He knows this. So he tries to suppress it, pushing the ugly feeling down until it festers quietly inside his chest.Unfortunately, he’s terrible at hiding it from you.

The next day it continues. You mention needing help with some lyrics and Jungwon offers first. You guys spend an hour in the practice room together, heads close over a notebook. Sunghoon walks past the door once, sees you laughing at one of Jungwon’s jokes, and keeps walking without saying anything. Later, when you text him asking if he wants to grab dinner together, his reply is a single “Busy with schedule.” No emoji. No “miss you.” By evening, the members have started noticing.

Jake nudges him during dinner. “you’ve been weirdly quiet. Everything okay?”Sunghoon just shrugs. “Tired.”Heeseung raises an eyebrow but doesn’t push. Jay smirks knowingly, like he’s seen this before. Sunoo whispers something to Jungwon that makes the younger boy glance at Sunghoon with a slightly guilty look.You wait until you’re finally alone.The moment the door to his room clicks shut, Sunghoon reaches for you without a word. He pulls you gently but firmly onto his lap, arms wrapping around your waist like a lifeline. His face presses into the curve of your neck, breathing you in. You can feel how tightly he’s holding on.

“You’re clingy today,” you tease softly, running your fingers through his dark hair.“Maybe,” he murmurs against your skin. His voice is low, almost reluctant.“Why?”He stays silent for a long moment, chin resting on your shoulder. You feel him tense, like he’s fighting with himself. Sunghoon has never been good at voicing feelings like this he’d rather skate around them elegantly.“Because…” he finally says, so quietly you almost miss it, “everyone gets your attention before I do lately.”

The honesty catches you completely off guard. You turn in his lap to look at him, but he refuses to meet your eyes, cheeks faintly pink with embarrassment. His ears are red too the telltale sign that Sunghoon is mortified by his own emotions.You cup his face gently, thumbs brushing his cheeks. “Hoon…” “I know it’s stupid,” he continues, voice barely above a whisper. His hands stay locked around your waist, fingers tracing small, anxious circles. “Jungwon’s your best friend. He’s my member ishouldn’t feel like this. But today watching you two together all day, laughing so easily, making plans for next week it felt like I was waiting in line for you again.”

He finally lifts his gaze, those sharp, beautiful eyes softer than usual, filled with quiet vulnerability. “I hate this feeling. I told myself to stop being ridiculous. But then I see how comfortable you are with him and I just withdraw. Because if I say something, it makes me sound pathetic.”You lean in and press a soft kiss to his forehead. “You’re not pathetic. You’re human. And honestly? This quiet, pouty version of you is adorable.”Sunghoon groans, hiding his face in your shoulder again. “Don’t call it adorable. I’m trying to be cool about this.”

“You’re failing,” you say with a smile, hugging him tighter. “But I love you for it.”He exhales shakily, the tension in his body slowly melting as he pulls you even closer. His hands slide under your shirt to rest against your lower back, skin warm and grounding. “I just miss you,” he admits. “I miss being the one you run to first. The one who gets all your random thoughts and inside jokes. Lately it feels like Jungwon gets the daylight version of you, and I get whatever’s left at night.”You tilt his chin up and kiss him properly slow and reassuring. Sunghoon kisses back like he’s been starving for it, one hand coming up to cradle the back of your head.

When you pull away, you rest your forehead against his. “No one could ever replace you, Hoon. Jungwon is my best friend, but you’re my person my favorite person. I’ll make sure you get more of my attention, okay? Starting right now.” A tiny, shy smile finally breaks through his expression. He nods once, still a little embarrassed, and nuzzles back into your neck. For the rest of the night he stays glued to you arms around your waist, legs tangled together, stealing soft kisses every few minutes like he’s making up for all the distance he put between you earlier.

The jealousy doesn’t vanish overnight. Sunghoon still gets quieter whenever he sees you and Jungwon deep in conversation but now he lets you notice. And instead of withdrawing completely, he’ll eventually reach for your hand or pull you into his lap again, murmuring a quiet “I need you for a bit” that makes your heart melt every single time.Because even when he’s jealous, Sunghoon’s love is steady, deep, and impossibly sweet.

◟✿ jungwon ˒

Jungwon likes to think he’s mature, rational and secure in the relationship. As the leader, he’s spent years perfecting the art of staying calm under pressure, keeping his emotions in check for the sake of the group. He would never get jealous over something harmless.At least, that’s what he tells himself.Then Heeseung decides to become your best friend. The worst part is that Jungwon can’t even complain. Heeseung isn’t doing anything wrong. He’s naturally affectionate, ridiculously funny, and incredibly easy to get along with the kind of hyung everyone gravitates toward. Before long, you and Heeseung are constantly together. It starts innocently late night talks after schedules, Heeseung teaching you silly dance moves in the practice room, the two of you bonding over shared playlists and bad dad jokes.

Jungwon laughs it off at first. “It’s good you get along with the members,” he tells you with a dimpled smile, ruffling your hair. Inside, he repeats the mantra He’s my hyung, you’re allowed to have friends this is normal.But the little things start piling up. Inside jokes he doesn’t understand. You’ll say something random like “pineapple on pizza” and Heeseung will burst out laughing, referencing some conversation Jungwon wasn’t part of. Long conversations that stretch for hours sometimes in the dorm living room while Jungwon pretends to focus on his laptop across from you. The way you instinctively glance toward Heeseung whenever something funny happens in a group setting, like your eyes automatically seek him out for that shared spark of amusement.

Jungwon notices everything. He starts keeping a mental scoreboard he hates himself for. Heeseung made you laugh three times today and i only got two. He catches himself staring when Heeseung casually slings an arm around your shoulders during a break, or when the older boy brings you your favorite snack without being asked. Jungwon tells himself it’s fine. He’s secure. He’s the one who gets to kiss you goodnight, the one you curl up with when the day gets too heavy.Until the night it boils over.

The whole group is hanging out in the common room after a long day of filming. You’re sitting on the couch, and Heeseung plops down right beside you. The conversation flows easily, laughter filling the space. At one point, Heeseung leans back and casually drapes his arm over the back of your chair nothing more than friendly comfort, fingers lightly brushing your shoulder as he gestures while telling a story. Jungwon, seated across from you, feels his stomach twist. His jaw tightens the rational part of his brain screams at him to stay quiet, but the words slip out before he can stop them.

“You know you don’t have to sit that close.”The entire room falls silent.Heeseung slowly turns his head toward him, eyebrows raised in surprise. You blink, turning to look at Jungwon with wide eyes. Sunoo’s mouth drops open mid bite of his snack. Jake freezes with his drink halfway to his lips. Jungwon wants the floor to open up and swallow him whole. His ears burn red, and he forces a weak laugh, trying to play it off. “I mean… there’s plenty of space on the couch.”Heeseung’s lips twitch into an amused, knowing smile. “Jealous, Wonie?”

“I’m not—” Jungwon starts, but the denial dies in his throat under everyone’s stares. He stands up abruptly. “Never mind im going to get water.”He escapes to the kitchen, heart pounding. You follow a minute later, concern written all over your face.“Wonnie…” you say softly, reaching for his hand.He sighs, leaning back against the counter and pulling you into a hug. His chin rests on top of your head. “I’m sorry that was stupid. I don’t know why I said that.”

For weeks afterward, the teasing is merciless.Every time Heeseung even stands near you, someone pipes up. “Jungwon, do you need a minute to calm down?” Sunghoon asks with a straight face during dinner one night. Jake starts dramatically draping his arm around random objects while mimicking Heeseung’s voice: “Just being friendly, leader-nim~” Sunoo takes it further by creating a group chat called “Protect Jungwon’s Girl” and spamming it with edited photos of Heeseung with heart emojis.Jungwon endures it with forced smiles and threats to assign extra chores, but inside it stings. He hates how small it makes him feel.

The jealousy builds quietly after that. He becomes extra attentive bringing you coffee exactly how you like it before Heeseung can offer, suggesting couple activities on days off that conveniently exclude the older members, finding excuses to pull you into his lap during movie nights while shooting subtle glances at Heeseung. He still laughs along with the group’s jokes about it, but at night when you’re alone, the mask slips.One evening after another long day, you find him sitting on the edge of his bed, staring at the floor. You climb into his lap without asking, straddling his thighs and cupping his face.

“Talk to me,” you whisper.Jungwon wraps his arms around your waist, burying his face in your chest for a long moment. When he finally speaks, his voice is muffled and embarrassed. “I hate this i keep telling myself I’m being immature. Heeseung hyung is…he’s great. He makes you happy, and I should be glad about that. But seeing you two together, laughing at things I don’t get, sharing those easy moments it feels like I’m losing you. Even though I know I’m not.”He pulls back just enough to look at you, his usually confident eyes soft with vulnerability. “I’m supposed to be the mature one the leader. But sometimes I just want to be selfish and keep all your attention for myself.”

You smile gently and kiss his forehead, then the tip of his nose. “You’re not losing me, baby. Heeseung is a good friend to both of us. But you’re my boyfriend my favorite person. The one I want at the end of every day.” Jungwon exhales shakily, his grip tightening as he leans up to kiss you properly slow, deep, and a little desperate, like he’s pouring all the bottled up feelings into it. When you pull away, he rests his forehead against yours. “I’ll try to be better about it,” he murmurs. “But maybe sit a little farther from him next time? For my heart’s sake.”

You laugh softly and nod, threading your fingers through his hair. “Deal and maybe we can make some new inside jokes that are just ours.” His dimples finally appear again as he smiles, the earlier tension melting. From then on, the jealousy doesn’t disappear completely Jungwon still stiffens a little when Heeseung gets too cuddly but he handles it better. He reaches for your hand in public more often, steals you away for quiet moments, and even joins some of the hangouts so he can be part of the laughter instead of watching from the sidelines.

And when the members tease him, he just rolls his eyes with a shy grin, knowing that at the end of the night, you’re the one curled up in his arms, whispering that he’s the only one you need.

◟✿ sunoo ˒

Sunoo’s jealousy is dramatic in the most entertaining way possible. He doesn’t get angry or cold. He gets theatrical like the lead in a tragic kdrama who’s been tragically abandoned in the rain. Complete with sighs, longing stares, and dialogue that belongs on a stage. The moment he realizes you’ve been spending most of your free time with riki lately, the performance begins.It starts with the texts. You wake up to a string of messages from him

“I hope you and your new best friend are happy together ❤️”

You blink sleepily and type back “What are you talking about?”

He replies instantly with a screenshot a detailed timestamp log ( he definitely went through your KakaoTalk chat history ) showing you spent six hours with riki yesterday arcade, late lunch, and then practicing some choreography.“You counted?” you reply, half amused, halfbaffled. “That’s not important.”It absolutely is important to him. He even color-coded the hours in the screenshot.The members think it’s the funniest thing they’ve ever seen.

Jake saves the screenshots and makes them his wallpaper. Jay starts narrating Sunoo’s sighs in a deep movie trailer voice whenever he walks by. “In a world where one girl forgot her boyfriend existed…” Jungwon tries ( and fails ) to hide his laughter behind his hand every time Sunoo launches into another monologue. Even riki—oblivious at first starts playing along, dramatically bowing to you and calling you “Noona, my favorite shopping partner” just to watch Sunoo clutch his chest like he’s been stabbed.

One afternoon you go shopping with riki for new sneakers and a couple of hoodies. The maknae is great company energetic, funny, and always down for whatever chaotic idea you have. You come back to the dorm laughing, bags in hand, only to find Sunoo sprawled dramatically across the entire couch like a Victorian era nobleman who’s just received tragic news. He’s lying on his back, one arm draped over his forehead, eyes closed in mock despair. The tv is playing some sad ballad on low volume for maximum effect.

“There she is,” he says in a mournful, trembling voice. “The woman who forgot I exist. Off gallivanting with the tall, flexible dancer while I waste away here alone unloved.”You roll your eyes, biting back a laugh, and drop your bags before sitting beside him. “Sunoo, you’re so extra.”Immediately, his entire mood flips like a switch. He sits up, wraps himself around your arm like a koala who’s been separated from its tree for years, and nuzzles into your shoulder. His legs even swing over your lap a little.

“Missed me?” you ask, poking his cheek.“No.” A long pause. “Maybe a little.”Another dramatic pause, during which he squeezes your arm tighter. “Okay, a lot terribly and devastatingly.” You laugh and run your fingers through his soft hair. “You know riki is just a friend, right? He’s like a little brother to me.”Sunoo lets out a theatrical sigh and buries his face deeper into your neck. “I know b he gets to see you in daylight hours. Laughing at his dumb jokes trying on clothes together taking pictures. While I’m stuck in vocal lessons or schedules, wondering if you’ve replaced me with someone who can do flips.”

He pulls back just enough to give you the biggest, sparkliest puppy eyes. “Do you still like me more than him? Be honest i can take it probably maybe I’ll cry, but I can take it.”The members, who have been eavesdropping from the kitchen, lose it. Sunghoon wheezes. “you’re hopeless” “Sunoo’s in his tragic heroine era again,” Heeseung calls out. Sunoo doesn’t even care. He just flips them off lazily and pulls you closer, practically climbing into your lap now. “Ignore them. They don’t understand the pain of being second to a maknae with endless energy.”

For the rest of the evening, he’s glued to you. He insists on sitting in your lap during game night ( much to everyone’s fake groans ), feeds you snacks by hand, and keeps up a running commentary of dramatic sighs every time riki says something funny.Later that night, when you’re alone in his room, the theatrics soften into something more genuine. Sunoo lies with his head on your chest, arms wrapped tightly around your waist as if you might vanish.

“I know I’m being ridiculous,” he admits quietly, voice losing the dramatic flair. “Riki’s cool he’s fun and you two have that chaotic bestie energy. But I miss being your favorite person the one you text first when something happens the one you want to spend all your free time with.” You tilt his chin up and kiss him softly. “You are my favorite person, Sunoo always. Riki is fun for a day out, but you’re the one I want to come home to. The one who makes me laugh the hardest and feel the safest.”His cheeks flush pink, but a bright, genuine smile finally breaks through the dramatics. “Good because I was prepared to write a whole musical about this heartbreak.”

You snort. “Please don’t.” “Too late Act One is already titled ‘The Boyfriend Who Was Replaced by Skate Shoes.’” He giggles at his own joke and cuddles impossibly closer, legs tangled with yours. The jealousy doesn’t disappear overnight he still sends the occasional overly dramatic text when you’re out with riki but it becomes part of your dynamic. A silly, adorable ritual. And every time he gets like that, you know exactly how to fix it sit down beside him, let him koala-cling to you, and remind him ( with words and kisses ) that no one could ever take his place. Because dramatic or not, Sunoo’s love is bright, warm, and impossible not to adore.

◟✿ riki ˒

Riki would rather die than openly admit he’s jealous. He’s the maknae, the cool, confident one who teases everyone else mercilessly. Showing vulnerability? Not his style. So instead of saying anything, he becomes weirdly competitive like he’s in a silent, one sided war that only he knows about. The second he notices how much time you’ve been spending with Sunoo lately, the scoreboard in his head starts ticking. Sunoo is easy to like bright, funny, and always down for aesthetic photos, café hopping, or just vibing with music. You two have that effortless best friend chemistry that makes everything look fun. Riki tells himself it’s whatever. He’s busy with dance practice anyway. But the mental tally keeps growing.

How many photos do you have together?How many texts do you exchange in a day?How many times do you casually mention “Sunoo said this” or “Sunoo did that” in conversation?One lazy afternoon, while you’re cuddled up in his room, riki “borrows” your phone to pick a song. He opens the camera roll by accident and freezes. Hundreds of pictures with Sunoo selfies, mirror shots, candid laughs, aesthetic couple style photos ( platonic, but still ), even silly filters. The betrayal is immediate and dramatic in riki’s mind.“Why are there so many?” he asks, voice flat as he scrolls slowly.

You glance over. “Because he steals my phone and takes selfies constantly.” “So you’re saying this isn’t your fault?” Riki narrows his eyes suspiciously, as if you’ve been caught red handed in a crime. “Exactly it’s Sunoo’s fault,” you laugh, trying to grab the phone back. He holds it higher, still scrolling with a deepening frown. “There’s like three hundred of these we don’t even have one fifty.” The competition begins that same day.

Over the next few weeks, riki launches a full scale, completely one sided campaign. Suddenly he’s asking for pictures together every single chance he gets. “Take one with me right now,” he says during breakfast, pulling you into his side and snapping a mirror selfie before you can protest. He insists on recording random dance videos where he teaches you moves ( even though you’re terrible ), then makes you watch them back together. He starts stealing your phone on purpose just to fill the gallery with hundreds of his own selfies riki making funny faces, riki doing aegyo ( reluctantly ), riki kissing your cheek while you’re not looking, riki with his arms wrapped around you from behind captioned “better than Sunoo hyung.”

He even starts keeping count out loud sometimes, though he pretends it’s casual.“We should go to that new arcade again just us. We need more content.”The members notice immediately and find it hilarious. Sunoo, the target of the rivalry, teases him the most. “Riki-yah, are you trying to break my record? That’s cute.”Jake shows everyone the rapidly growing folder titled “Me & Y/N ❤️” that riki created.Jay just smirks “lil bro is in his competitive era.”Even Jungwon joins in “Should we make a group ranking for best photos with Y/N?”

Riki denies everything with a straight face and a shrug. “I just like taking pictures. What’s the big deal?” When you finally corner him about it one night, he’s sprawled across his bed, pretending to scroll through his own ( now massively expanded ) camera roll. You climb onto the bed and straddle his waist, pinning his phone down. “Okay, spill what are you doing?”“Nothing,” he says, too quickly. He tries to look bored, but his ears are turning bright red.

You raise an eyebrow. “Riki you’ve tripled the number of photos we have together in like two weeks. You made a whole new album. You even took that ridiculous one where you’re lifting me up in the practice room.”He avoids your eyes, cheeks flushing darker. “So? I thought it looked cool.”

“Were you competing with Sunoo?” Silence and then “No.” The denial is instant, but the bright red blush spreading across his face and neck gives him away completely. He groans and covers his face with both hands, mumbling through his fingers, “This is so embarrassing don’t look at me.” You laugh softly and pull his hands away, leaning down to kiss his warm cheek. “You’re so cute when you’re jealous.”

“I’m not jealous,” he protests weakly, but his arms slide around your waist anyway, holding you in place. “I just don’t like that you have more memories with him it feels unfair. I’m supposed to be the one you make the most memories with im your boyfriend.”His voice gets quieter on the last part, a rare moment of honesty slipping through the competitive armor.You smile and rest your forehead against his. “You are, dummy. Sunoo is my friend, but you’re my favorite always.”

Riki exhales, the tension melting as he flips you over so he’s hovering above you. “Good then we’re taking more pictures right now.” He grabs his phone again, but this time he’s smiling soft and a little shy as he pulls you close for a candid kiss on the cheek. From then on, the “competition” becomes less about beating Sunoo and more of an excuse for riki to shower you with extra attention. He still denies being jealous every time someone teases him, but the way he clings to you a little tighter, steals more kisses, and proudly shows off your ever growing photo album says everything.

And honestly? You don’t mind one bit. Because a competitive niki is adorable, and he always makes sure you know you’re his number one.

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that awkward moment where everyone thinks you're dating your roommate...that awkward moment when he thinks that too.

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I’M NOT A PARK ANYMORE, I TOOK MY WIFE’S NAME … ❤︎ park sunghoon

PART ONE. TWO ─── bored of your life, you go on tinder and match with a hot guy named park sunghoon, who in his bio, states that he’s “date to marry.” but he offers you a deal: fake a marriage with him to annoy his obnoxious family and he’ll pay you for it.

or you’re in a fake marriage with sunghoon and he takes your last name to piss his relatives off. oh and did i tell you that he’s lowkey obsessed with you? even though he’s just your “fake husband.”

starring husband!sunghoon x wife!reader ₊˚⊹♡ genre smau, romcom, strangers to lovers, fake marriage au, obsessed!hoon, opposite of slowburn 𑣲⋆ warnings use of y/n, profanity, suggestive jokes /•᷅‎‎•᷄\੭

( ℰ🪽 ) —— first enha smau >< hope u guys like it :P likes, comments, & reblogs r appreciated <3 btw i have never used tinder so i js edited shi .. also there's a videocall part that'll take a few seconds to load.. also pls their texts gets funnier, its still pt1!

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