based off this tiktok and this subsequent post sorry i turned it into a whole thing and had to find a visual to match bcs jake is sexy and i want him. walk with me here…
imagine jake as your nerdy boyfriend with his annoyingly smart mouth that he puts to good use with you the same way he does when he’s studying. except he’s definitely the kind of guy to stop going down on you with that very smart mouth when his pomodoro timer goes off.
he’s probably wearing some kind of shirt where the sleeves are rolled up and his glasses are foggy and he’s enthusiastically licking across any expanse of your skin that he’s able to swipe his tongue over and honestly, it’s all doing it for you. and right when you’re abt to cum, right when he’s flicking over your clit the way that gets your legs squirming so deliciously, right when the messy, wet squelch of your juices threatens to burst, right when your wanton moans and panting turn into high pitched squeals of curses and warnings that you’re almost there because you’re there, you can almost taste it, can feel it creeping up beneath the burning of where his fingers meet your hips as they hold you down and pin you to the bed while you chase the high as it near explodes and—
his timer goes off.
it’s a shrill noise that definitely signals something, and it would just be background murmur to you on any given point of time, but not to jake. because the minute his alarm reaches his ears, he’s immediately pulling off you, sliding the stained glasses he knows you love on him so much up bridge of his beautiful nose and plops back down on his chair to go back to working on whatever mumbo jumbo advanced physics workbook he was typing out before you both started this debauchery.
and you just stare. dumbfounded. absolutely ashamed.
because just a few seconds ago, jake had both your legs dangling off his surprisingly broad shoulders, the fabric of whatever color shirt which always fit his frame stupidly well crinkling under your heels that wouldn’t stop digging into his back with how each ministration of his tongue had you shaking. you can still feel the ghost of his palms keeping you in place as he’d ravished you with nothing but that smart mouth and those slender fingers you still can’t stop fucking staring at.
fuck. fuck.
jake is such a sexy fucking asshole.
he’s an absolute cocky bastard who can name complex quantum equations at the drop of a pin and simultaneously reduce you to a whimpering, heaving, flustered pile of dreadful desire for him with just a single glance at his arms.
you reckon you’ll still find the imprints of his nails pink and crescent on your upper thighs the next morning, and you’ll still probably think about it the next day when your mind wanders to how good he looked stalking his way over to the bed so he could pull you all the way down the edge without a word. you’ll still think about the way you’d shivered under the gaze of his dilated pupils raking across each inch of your barely clothed body hidden under the same sheets you’d both fooled around in just last night. you can probably also remember the way his hot mouth exhaled next to your lips when he’d leaned in to sigh about how you were nothing but an insatiable, pathetic little toy before practically ripping off whatever was standing between his touch and your very much leaking cunt.
“sorry, baby.” his sweet voice rumbles sickeningly through the air, drawing a cold shudder from your body at the way it always reacts to him. you can hear the smirk in his voice despite not even looking at his face, unable to stop the dryness in your mouth when he barely turns sideways to cast you a glance through his peripheral. “i’ll make you cum in the next break.”
based off this tiktok and this subsequent post sorry i turned it into a whole thing and had to find a visual to match bcs jake is sexy and i want him. walk with me here…
imagine jake as your nerdy boyfriend with his annoyingly smart mouth that he puts to good use with you the same way he does when he’s studying. except he’s definitely the kind of guy to stop going down on you with that very smart mouth when his pomodoro timer goes off.
he’s probably wearing some kind of shirt where the sleeves are rolled up and his glasses are foggy and he’s enthusiastically licking across any expanse of your skin that he’s able to swipe his tongue over and honestly, it’s all doing it for you. and right when you’re abt to cum, right when he’s flicking over your clit the way that gets your legs squirming so deliciously, right when the messy, wet squelch of your juices threatens to burst, right when your wanton moans and panting turn into high pitched squeals of curses and warnings that you’re almost there because you’re there, you can almost taste it, can feel it creeping up beneath the burning of where his fingers meet your hips as they hold you down and pin you to the bed while you chase the high as it near explodes and—
his timer goes off.
it’s a shrill noise that definitely signals something, and it would just be background murmur to you on any given point of time, but not to jake. because the minute his alarm reaches his ears, he’s immediately pulling off you, sliding the stained glasses he knows you love on him so much up bridge of his beautiful nose and plops back down on his chair to go back to working on whatever mumbo jumbo advanced physics workbook he was typing out before you both started this debauchery.
and you just stare. dumbfounded. absolutely ashamed.
because just a few seconds ago, jake had both your legs dangling off his surprisingly broad shoulders, the fabric of whatever color shirt which always fit his frame stupidly well crinkling under your heels that wouldn’t stop digging into his back with how each ministration of his tongue had you shaking. you can still feel the ghost of his palms keeping you in place as he’d ravished you with nothing but that smart mouth and those slender fingers you still can’t stop fucking staring at.
fuck. fuck.
jake is such a sexy fucking asshole.
he’s an absolute cocky bastard who can name complex quantum equations at the drop of a pin and simultaneously reduce you to a whimpering, heaving, flustered pile of dreadful desire for him with just a single glance at his arms.
you reckon you’ll still find the imprints of his nails pink and crescent on your upper thighs the next morning, and you’ll still probably think about it the next day when your mind wanders to how good he looked stalking his way over to the bed so he could pull you all the way down the edge without a word. you’ll still think about the way you’d shivered under the gaze of his dilated pupils raking across each inch of your barely clothed body hidden under the same sheets you’d both fooled around in just last night. you can probably also remember the way his hot mouth exhaled next to your lips when he’d leaned in to sigh about how you were nothing but an insatiable, pathetic little toy before practically ripping off whatever was standing between his touch and your very much leaking cunt.
“sorry, baby.” his sweet voice rumbles sickeningly through the air, drawing a cold shudder from your body at the way it always reacts to him. you can hear the smirk in his voice despite not even looking at his face, unable to stop the dryness in your mouth when he barely turns sideways to cast you a glance through his peripheral. “i’ll make you cum in the next break.”
🚬 🚬🚬🚬 God forbid this ever makes it out of the drafts bruh
Like sorry i know i’ve been talking abt it for fucking ever since the dawn of actual time and before the universe existed in theory but i literally rewrote whatever 2k+ words i had for this just now on the plane so here we freaking go i guess or whatever ? LOOOOORD KNOWS anyways
sunny, my heart 🖤 I love you sm. we talked briefly this morning and then some but I hope you had, checks clock, are having the bestest of best and sweetest of sweet birthday ever. I can’t believe life brought you to me time and time again, and I’m so honored that you’re my friend.
you have the wittiest humor and hatred that burns so brightly, i know a baddie when i see one ☝️😼 you instantly light up any space you’re in and just a joy to have around. you’re 10000000001% the funniest, most hardworking, and authentic people I know. I always look forward to the next time you come into chat or just seeing you be active. even tho i know these days ur barely on here (i get it because me too LMFAO)
I hope this year and the next, next, next years to come, life sends u only the kindest, most empathetic friends and company because you deserve to be surrounded by all those amazing ppl that matches your energy. I’m joining sul in photoshopping bangchan oiled up and tied up beside your frame and printing it out so you can have it in your room whenever <3 love u, happy bday once again!! 🫂 let’s stay by each other’s side for a long time to come \\(0•0)// !!
(p.s. I don’t have anything crazy but i felt like you’d love this pic of chan)
responding 3 days later in true sunny fashion but i love u sm my yve :( im very glad to have met u and i always enjoy our long talks and all the tiktoks u have for me, i will be sure to check them out once im back and can access the app properly! thank u for all the sweet words also once more & i would most def still love the bangchan photoshop pic so he and i can Both stare at him while we have nasty crazy freaky SE[TRAIN PASSES]
ahem. well anywho thank u again for ur kind precious words, i treasure u equally just as much and look forward always to being friends for a long time as well <3
hyung line!enhypen x fem!reader, fivesome (implied), heavy dirty talk, oral (f. receiving), slight dubcon, etc
the first time you come across them, it’s outside your interest and entirely due to your roommate’s cousin. she fills the silence of your usually quiet living room with incessant comments about some “sexy dudes going viral for their crazy tunes!”. the only tunes you’re interested in at that point are the ones blocking her out, even more so when she starts wondering if the guitarist fingers as good as he shreds.
the second time you think has to be pure coincidence, although much to your chagrin still when you bump into a tall stranger in the middle of the street. your eyes narrow at the sight of his jeans hanging far too low by the waist, but he says nothing as he forces a messy flier into your hands—it’s a poster for a show at some nearby club. there’s a sly smirk on his face before he’s turning to bother other passers, but the crumpled paper in your hands has already found its way to the nearest bin by then.
the third time happens on the day of the actual show itself— a rowdy audience awaiting much needed evening entertainment, clusters of drunk adults squeezed onto the dance floor, everyone scattered under the haphazardly flickering strobe lights in the club. the unmistakable stench of sweaty strangers and alcohol is almost killer.
but maybe not as much as you currently backstage and bent half-naked over the drummer’s set.
“isn’t she just the prettiest thing?” heeseung snickers behind you; you’d learned his name involuntarily from a topless fan screaming it outside the building, and the rest of theirs even more unwillingly after they’d cornered you into this situation. “bet her cunt’s as sweet as she looks.” he muses, particularly in reply to the trail of slick coating your inner thigh at the moment. the room choruses in rowdy agreement at that, but you can only focus on the burn of his palms holding your hips down.
more dirty laughter ensues at the whimper slipping past your shut mouth when jake strokes two calloused fingers against your wet opening. “nah.” his breath is warm on your neck as he whispers, voice dripping with lust and a subtle accent. the rings adorning his other hand are cold when he bunches up your flimsy shirt, and you unfortunately can’t resist the hiss that leaves you in response. “i know that pussy tastes good, listen to it squelch.” he makes it a point to rudely circle your clit.
any bubble of pathetic need dies down your throat when sunghoon tilts your chin up, only he does so with the harsh dig of a singular drumstick prodding you. the other brushes a loose strand of hair from your face, and the sight of your watery eyes only encourages whatever chuckles rumble through his chest. “feelin’ empty, darling?” his presence towering you alone embodies desire, one that sends unmistakable chills down your spine. “need some thick cock to satisfy your fill, perhaps?”
“you mean cocks.” jay corrects with a purr. the pick hooked to his necklace dangles in front of you when he steps forward to lean in. his gaze locks in on the curve of your ass as he wets his lips in anticipation. “or maybe she needs a good spanking to set her straight first. cute little thing like you shouldn’t wander just anywhere.” he rasps. the other men surrounding you echo in low whistles upon those words.
“here’s what’s gonna happen, princess.” heeseung stifles a groan as he presses the clothed flesh of his thigh into you. you can only gasp as the leather material brushes your exposed heat, but the air catches halfway in your mouth when he yanks you back by the hair. all you can see before you are three pairs of greedy eyes, each ogling your bare chest like you’re sin walking on legs. heeseung’s sweet voice continues to speak lowly in your ear, spewing filth. you’re already slipping in deep before he can start.
“we’re gonna fuck you, one by one.”
your breath hitches.
“and, you’re gonna cum, one by one.”
you teeth ache.
“and by the end of the night, when this desperate, little hole has taken one too many loads. when we’ve buried all of the seed we can give in it. when it’s been stretched sore and raw into next week. you’re gonna look into my eyes, and you’re gonna say it—”
you clench disgustingly around the damp air.
“you’re gonna say thank you.”
the only noise resonant in the room after that is the sound of your top being positively ripped in half. you begin to mouth in complaint, but a mean slap against your ass has your fussing quieting down just as soon as it started. any other movements are a blur beyond that. you think you hear sunghoon toss his drumsticks aside, and maybe you vaguely register jake and jay arguing about who gets to eat you out first. you’re not even sure if the person that does eventually drop to his knees to suck lewdly on your stickiness is heeseung or somebody else.
all you know is that the show won’t be starting anytime soon.
bump bcs i was not online here but i just thought of heeseung mixing ur moans into the latest backtrack bcs sunghoon came up w a new beat to follow on his set after making u ride him on his chair next to the cymbals (Haha cum-bals ok sorry) and and and ummm jake and jay blindfold u to ask who’s better w their fingers but u just pass out from how much they make u cum
#lrt Hi sorry that post was barely 1k it felt very shameful posting it when they barely did anything but maybe if i get hit with like crazy fire bars and inspo i’ll write the rest of the crazy stuff 🤣🤣 ok goodnight
hyung line!enhypen x fem!reader, fivesome (implied), heavy dirty talk, oral (f. receiving), slight dubcon, etc
the first time you come across them, it’s outside your interest and entirely due to your roommate’s cousin. she fills the silence of your usually quiet living room with incessant comments about some “sexy dudes going viral for their crazy tunes!”. the only tunes you’re interested in at that point are the ones blocking her out, even more so when she starts wondering if the guitarist fingers as good as he shreds.
the second time you think has to be pure coincidence, although much to your chagrin still when you bump into a tall stranger in the middle of the street. your eyes narrow at the sight of his jeans hanging far too low by the waist, but he says nothing as he forces a messy flier into your hands—it’s a poster for a show at some nearby club. there’s a sly smirk on his face before he’s turning to bother other passers, but the crumpled paper in your hands has already found its way to the nearest bin by then.
the third time happens on the day of the actual show itself— a rowdy audience awaiting much needed evening entertainment, clusters of drunk adults squeezed onto the dance floor, everyone scattered under the haphazardly flickering strobe lights in the club. the unmistakable stench of sweaty strangers and alcohol is almost killer.
but maybe not as much as you currently backstage and bent half-naked over the drummer’s set.
“isn’t she just the prettiest thing?” heeseung snickers behind you; you’d learned his name involuntarily from a topless fan screaming it outside the building, and the rest of theirs even more unwillingly after they’d cornered you into this situation. “bet her cunt’s as sweet as she looks.” he muses, particularly in reply to the trail of slick coating your inner thigh at the moment. the room choruses in rowdy agreement at that, but you can only focus on the burn of his palms holding your hips down.
more dirty laughter ensues at the whimper slipping past your shut mouth when jake strokes two calloused fingers against your wet opening. “nah.” his breath is warm on your neck as he whispers, voice dripping with lust and a subtle accent. the rings adorning his other hand are cold when he bunches up your flimsy shirt, and you unfortunately can’t resist the hiss that leaves you in response. “i know that pussy tastes good, listen to it squelch.” he makes it a point to rudely circle your clit.
any bubble of pathetic need dies down your throat when sunghoon tilts your chin up, only he does so with the harsh dig of a singular drumstick prodding you. the other brushes a loose strand of hair from your face, and the sight of your watery eyes only encourages whatever chuckles rumble through his chest. “feelin’ empty, darling?” his presence towering you alone embodies desire, one that sends unmistakable chills down your spine. “need some thick cock to satisfy your fill, perhaps?”
“you mean cocks.” jay corrects with a purr. the pick hooked to his necklace dangles in front of you when he steps forward to lean in. his gaze locks in on the curve of your ass as he wets his lips in anticipation. “or maybe she needs a good spanking to set her straight first. cute little thing like you shouldn’t wander just anywhere.” he rasps. the other men surrounding you echo in low whistles upon those words.
“here’s what’s gonna happen, princess.” heeseung stifles a groan as he presses the clothed flesh of his thigh into you. you can only gasp as the leather material brushes your exposed heat, but the air catches halfway in your mouth when he yanks you back by the hair. all you can see before you are three pairs of greedy eyes, each ogling your bare chest like you’re sin walking on legs. heeseung’s sweet voice continues to speak lowly in your ear, spewing filth. you’re already slipping in deep before he can start.
“we’re gonna fuck you, one by one.”
your breath hitches.
“and, you’re gonna cum, one by one.”
you teeth ache.
“and by the end of the night, when this desperate, little hole has taken one too many loads. when we’ve buried all of the seed we can give in it. when it’s been stretched sore and raw into next week. you’re gonna look into my eyes, and you’re gonna say it—”
you clench disgustingly around the damp air.
“you’re gonna say thank you.”
the only noise resonant in the room after that is the sound of your top being positively ripped in half. you begin to mouth in complaint, but a mean slap against your ass has your fussing quieting down just as soon as it started. any other movements are a blur beyond that. you think you hear sunghoon toss his drumsticks aside, and maybe you vaguely register jake and jay arguing about who gets to eat you out first. you’re not even sure if the person that does eventually drop to his knees to suck lewdly on your stickiness is heeseung or somebody else.
all you know is that the show won’t be starting anytime soon.
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