dilf jake or sunghoon smut omg 🔥 like babysitter reader and rich jake or sunghoon hiring her to watch their kid since they’re busy working and they fall in love
synopsis — enhypen members heeseung, jay, jake, sunghoon and jungwon react to getting caught while having sex with their partners. ── smut (m.), just sex. requested. fem!reader x dom!enha.
warnings — pet names: pretty, babygirl, baby, rough sex, soft sex, just depends on the member. p in v, oral (m. & f. rec), choking, crying, heeseung a bit of a hard dom, jays quiet possessive of you, .mentions of vouyerism, cursing, playful jake. he just play too much. let me know if i missed anything.
heeseung
heeseung has you flat on your back, legs thrown over his shoulders, pounding into you so hard the whole bed is shaking, your moans echoing off the walls, messy and desperate; his hand is wrapped tight around your throat, not enough to hurt, just enough to make your head spin, and he’s growling low against your ear,
“this pussy’s all mine, say it—” when the door suddenly bursts open, and the members freeze in the doorway, eyes wide and faces instantly burning red; but heeseung doesn’t even fucking flinch. “fuck close it!” jake gasps out.
he just smirks, tightening his grip on your throat a little and snapping his hips even rougher, forcing another choked cry from your lips, keeping his dark, heavy eyes locked on you like they’re not even there, like he’s proud to show them how wrecked and ruined you are under him, how perfectly you’re falling apart just for him, as he mutters darkly, “they’re not gonna save you, baby. you’re mine — all fucking mine.”
jongseong
jay has you tucked so sweetly under him in his bed, his chest brushing yours with every slow, deep thrust, his hands stroking along your sides like he’s scared you’ll slip away; he’s whispering soft praises against your lips, “you’re so beautiful like this, baby… taking me so well,” voice all breathy and full of love.
when the door creaks open and you both hear the stunned gasps “what are they doing?” jungwon groans trying to look through the crack of the door. — but jay doesn’t pull away, doesn’t even flinch; “guys please—shut the door.” he sighs.
as he just shields you with his body, moving even slower, even deeper, pressing a kiss to your forehead as he murmurs, “don’t worry, angel… just look at me. you’re safe, you’re mine,” — keeping his hips rolling into you with a steady, possessive tenderness, like he needs you to know that no matter who sees, you belong to him and he’ll never, ever let you feel anything but adored.
jaeyun
jake has you on your back in the middle of his bed, your legs hooked around his waist as he thrusts into you with a steady, playful rhythm, smirking down at you every time you whimper his name; he’s got one hand pinning your wrists above your head, the other roaming your body, teasing you with slow, deliberate touches that make you squirm.
his voice low and cocky as he leans down to murmur, “what’s wrong, baby? can’t handle a little attention?” — and that’s exactly when the door flies open and his members stumble in, their shocked voices filling the air; instead of stopping, jake just laughs. “ugh get out!” you threw a pillow at them, watching the scramble towards the door.
a wicked, breathless sound, rolling his hips even slower just to make you whine louder, flashing a grin over his shoulder as he says, “guess they get a show, huh?” — before dragging his gaze back to you, eyes dark with mischief, and cooing, “don’t get shy now, baby… you’re doing so good for me.”
sunghoon
sunghoon has you pressed facedown into the mattress, one hand tangled in your hair, the other gripping your hip tight enough to bruise as he fucks into you with slow, heavy thrusts that make the bed creak under the force; he’s mostly silent except for the occasional low grunt.
the wet slap of skin on skin filling the room, and the way he leans over you to mutter rough praises against your ear, “so perfect, taking all of me like this…” — when the door cracks open and his jay freezes in the doorway, wide-eyed and shocked; for a split second you tense. “sorry i was just coming to get my charger-.” jay mutters, covering his eyes.
but sunghoon only moves the blanket, covering your body as his grip in your hair, pulling your head back just enough to keep you exposed, his hips snapping even harder against yours as he growls low and steady, “stay still, baby. don’t you dare stop now,” — his cold, focused eyes never even glancing at him, all his attention locked on you, fucking you through the humiliation like he’s claiming you in front of people without saying a word.
jungwon
jungwon’s body is pressed so close against yours, moving with slow, deep thrusts that make your whole body shiver beneath him, his hand laced with yours above your head, his mouth brushing against your temple as he whispers, “you’re doing so good for me, baby, just like that…”
his voice shaky from holding himself back, savoring every second he’s inside you; the moment is soft, intimate, so wrapped up in each other that neither of you hear the door click open until you catch a glimpse of movement and lift your head just in time to see sunghoon and heeseung standing frozen in the doorway. “oh shit, our bad guys, we thought y/n went home already..” sunghoon pushed heeseung, who just wanted to watch, out.
wide-eyed and speechless; you squeak in shock, trying to cover yourself, but jungwon just gently hushes you, smoothing his hand over your cheek, still moving inside you slowly like nothing else matters, his gaze locked on yours as he murmurs, “eyes on me, pretty girl… let them see how good you are for me,” his thrusts dragging deeper, slower, more possessive, like he’s reminding both you and them that you’re his and only his.
💌 i feel like i think about this too often. how catching him in the act would make me giggle a little.
panty sniffer!jungwon who always suggests he does laundry, so he can pick out his favorite ones of the week.
panty sniffer!jungwon who loves laying between your legs while watching movies or cuddling because it’s easier access.
panty sniffer!jungwon who steals your panties and uses them to get off when you’re away, sometimes has no shame and does it when you’re in the next room.
panty sniffer!jungwon who’s literally obsessed with your lower half, anything to do with it, he’s on it.
panty sniffer!jungwon who’s favorite kink is somno, with consent, because he gets to smell your panties easily without you laughing or pushing him away. sometime he’s gets so hard he eats you out with your panties on.
bf!jungwon x fem!reader getting hot and steamy in the sauna… and they both have a thing for thigh riding I AM CRAAAAZY
💌 imagine him all sweaty and wet—just good god… this is tewwww good.
the moment you’d step into the sauna—the heat would hit you in dense waves. almost suffocating, it kinda just suck into your skin. the sweat beats start to form on your skin in almost an instant, and to set the tone. the dim amber lights with the natural hum of the heater. “oh hello,” you said as you saw him, your friend from the 3rd floor. who you’d originally met at the gym one day.
jungwon.
he’s sat in a corner, head leaning back with his towel sitting loosely on his waist. strong arms relaxing on his side he peaked his eye open, “hey,” a weak smile formed on his lips—the way his eyes sat low on his face and, hair wet from the sweat that formed in it. he’d been in here for a while, this is one place he always came to clear his mind—and he sat there unbothered that a woman just came inside.
however, the flicker of something else, tension in a way—it had gotten hotter and it had nothing to do with the heater. you moved slowly, sitting down on the bench beside him, closer than expected… your thighs touched and that caught jungwon’s attention. he briefly looked, the tingles shooting up your skin once he does.
“wow it’s hot in here,” you said, fanning yourself. you’d only been in her for four minutes compared to jungwon being in here for forty. your hand rubbed your collarbone, pressing down on your skin to feel the tense pain slowly start to release. “you sure it’s just the room?” jungwon said, voice lower and quiet—heavy with intent.
you and jungwon have had plenty of conversations. in the gym… in his kitchen, and his bedroom. but you never made it a routine—just casual. when either of you asked for it. but you knew what time he was on, and you loved teasing him for it. “that’s a question i should be asking you.” you smiled, brushing you thigh against his slightly.
“careful,” he smirks, “might start something you can’t finish.” you looked at him, innocently. waiting for his eyes to meet yours before you looked away.. no way he can get you going that easy.. right? his finger tapped the wood, debating if he should touch you or remain in place—when his shifts, his towel does too. now sitting lower on his waist.
“who knows, maybe i’m trying to start something.” you lean in, lips brushing near his ear, your breath hot against his flushed skin. “what are you doing?” he hummed, finally looking at you with his full attention. “just getting comfortable.”
his jaw clenches. his hands are still hovering—so close, yet not on you. he’s trying to hold it together, trying not to react, but you can feel the way his breathing changes. deeper. rougher. his eyes flick down to where your towel has loosened, where your skin touches his. he’s watching your every movement like he’s memorizing it.
he watches as your body shifts closer, you’d been meaning to call and ask for a night of his to spare—or a hangout after the gym. never knew the right words, not until you were in front of him. he watches. feels. and lets you stay right there—tempting, teasing, just on the edge of too much.
“it’s hard not to take you down… right now..”
and it was jungwon was holding back—as the two of you were in public and he’d never done it outside of the bedroom of his solo apartment. but you clogged his mind, looking at him seductively—“wonie,” you whispered, a smile forming on your face as you brought his attention back to you. your hand brushes against his chin, it’s like you were a ghost trying to suck his soul out—he was so into you. “don’t you wanna help me feel good?”
🐦⬛ as i do write dom!enha—i can’t still make him whiney. i think about it often. he has the perfect whiney voice
“so..” you said as you got up from jungwons bed—with him and his friends finally finding an apartment off campus with solo rooms—jungwon has been inviting you over constantly. as his girlfriend, you saw no problem with it, just a problem with his gaming, recently it’s all he’s been focused on. no attention, no cuddles—no sex.
and it was obvious, “what’s wrong babe?” he asked eyes barely prying off of his screen but when they did you made sure to get his attention. “i’m bored.. and horny.” you mouthed the last word, not knowing if his mic was on. that made jungwons ears perk, you’d rarely tell him you were horny. usually he just knew—but not right now. “twenty minutes.”
you sighed, that twenty turns into two hours. and you realized, you’d lost him for the night… or did you? you shifted under his blankets, moving them as you’d gotten out of bed usually when you wanted to be under him, you’d straddle his lap while he plays, but no.. this time he was going to learn his lesson.
he doesn’t even look down at you at first, just shifts in his chair to give you space, to sit with him, little did he know you had something more sinister up your sleeve. “guys.. come on-.” jungwon mumbled while playing the game, aggressively pressing the clicker and keys on his keyboard, now turning his mic off and lifting it. “i swear i’ll never play this lobby again.”
you rested your head in his laps, seeing his cock print through his shorts—he wasn’t wearing boxers. with the game still going and your panties as wet as they were.. and had been for the last two hours, there was no stopping you. you pulled his shirts down, and he let you as he was too immersed in his mission, versus seeing what’s between his legs.
and now you had the control, taking his cock between your cold fingers. stroking it a few times before licking his tip to earn a soft moan from him. “baby..” he glanced down, eyes widening slowly before he looked back at the screen. “fuck i can’t focus..” he’s paused his game, “what are you doing?”
“shh, give me twenty minutes.” you mocked him from earlier.
he tightens his fingers in your hair, a silent warning to slow down — to behave — even though you can feel how hard he’s already trembling under your touch. “good girl,” he mutters under his breath, thank god the mic was off, no one on the other end heard it. but you did, and it makes you want to ruin him even more.
jungwon leaned back, taking a deep breath—in his opinion, every time you’d gone down on him.. it just get better. “holy.. shit.” he whispered, eyes fluttering closed—he was trying so hard to keep it together, legs getting slightly tense, with each lick and kiss to his tip—he let out the softest and neediest moans. pure disgustingly arousing to you.
“fuck baby..” he couldn’t be too loud, his roommates were home—but damn were you doing good. your lips wrapped around his cock, taking him deeper into your mouth by the inch. jungwon was turned on by how you presented it, no comments just stripping him down.
he found himself trying to tell you what to do—you’d shut him up by taking all of him. sucking him dry, “feels— f-feels so good,” he stutters, voice cracking in the middle, cheeks flushed deep pink. pure whimpers feeling your ears, low enough for no one but you to hear. “wait—baby slow down.” he looks at you like he’s desperate, falling apart over you.. and you’d barely even gotten started.
with every suck, every swirl—your tongue was not letting up. jungwon releasing broken, breathy and tiny moans. head tipping back onto the chair. his chest heaving heavier, the rate you were going he was going to cum too quick—“fuck, you’re gonna— gonna make me cum, i can’t..” his eyes were squeezed shut, when they opened they were glossy—like this was the best feeling ever to him. he was crumbling.
when you hummed around his cock—his hands flew to your hair, eyes slightly rolling back. “i need it.. fuck.. d-don’t stop baby please,” his brows furrowed he sounds so pretty like this — wrecked and whiny, clinging to the last little pieces of control, but it’s useless. he’s all yours now.
I want a Heeseung smut with forced eye contact stuff. Maybe, you could also have routine sex but it's unpredictable—like he's hard just watching you wash dishes, style yourself on the vanity, and stuff like that
🐦⬛ my ex was like this, and i miss it. a. lot. especially now that i can imagine it’s really heeseung eye me and teasing me in the kitchen instead 😗😗😗😗😗. #imdelusional.
heeseung couldn’t help himself. before he’d met you, he’d been celibate for a while. wanting to give the rest of his body and possibly his children to the one woman he was gonna love for the rest of his life. then you showed up, not necessarily throwing your body at him but you made it known that you wanted him and he could have you anytime.
so he made you his fuck buddy—aka. best friends until you both catch feelings. he took all his sexual frustrations out on you—he kissed you when he had sex with you. you did everything a romantic partner would do, except be romantic partners. “you look hot,” heeseung smirked from the couch.
not only were you a fuck buddy, you were roommates. “i’m cleaning the dishes?” you laughed softly, heeseung nodding to himself. but he saw you wearing one of his old shirts, with nothing underneath—one that stoped just barely above your thighs. “getting turned on by a clean woman? i respect that.” you hadn’t realized he’d walked into the kitchen, leaning against the counter behind you.
checking you out, staring at your ass—how it fit into those panties so well. how the shape of it drew him in, made him harder by the second. his stare was heavy—it was hot.. it had you dripping already. heeseung had to think about how fast (or slow) he wanted to ruin you. it wasn’t even a surprise anymore.. this was your normal routine. “were you created to drive me insane?”
you jumped a bit but finally turned around, in the process of cleaning the sink—water dripped down your thighs and that definitely got him going. “it’s rock hard—.” he sighed, looking like a lost puppy, he looked down at his sweats before peaking at you through his lashes. “wanna help me?” you playfully rolled your eyes, turning back around and finish the sink—when you heard him shift closer, arms curling around your waist as he pressed himself against you.
you were trapped, but in a good way. he grinded himself up against you, moaning deeply before he looked at you again. “feel that? that could be inside of you..” and you were tempted.. right here. right now. on the floor or the counter.. whatever you want.
“don’t look away,” he says, voice low and dark, breath ghosting your lips. his fingers press deeper into your jaw, enough to make your thighs squeeze together instinctively. your heart pounds in your ears as he presses up against you, hard and throbbing, the thick shape of him grinding against your ass through the soft cotton of your shirt. he’s already so worked up, just from watching you stand there, doing nothing but being you. and you fucking love it.
he turned your body around, picking you up and carrying you to the couch. once he sat you down, he couldn’t help but free himself. cock slipping out on stiff. it was literally pointing at you. it seemed to get bigger every time you saw it. “awe~ it’s so red.. and angry.” you leaned in to kiss his tip.
“look at me,” he growls, voice rough and ragged, stroking himself a little before leaning down. eyes on the same level—“you know the rules, baby. you cum when i say. you break eye contact…” he leans in closer, lips barely brushing yours, smirking when you try to chase after the touch, “you don’t get to cum at all.” it’s a threat he’s made good on before, and the reminder has you clenching around nothing, dripping for him.
it’s always like this — it doesn’t matter what you’re doing. folding laundry, brushing your hair at your vanity, reaching for a cup on your tiptoes — heeseung watches you, hungers for you, and when he decides he’s had enough, he takes you. every time is different but just as reckless, just as heated, just as possessive. it’s part of the thrill, part of the reason you’re always just as needy for him.
you can barely breathe when he pushes your panties to the side and slides two fingers inside you without warning, slow and rough, dragging a broken sound from your throat. you nearly choke on a moan, fingers scrambling against the edge of the sink for something to hold onto. your thighs shake with the effort of staying upright, staying good for him, but you don’t look away. you wouldn’t dare.
“such a good little roommate,” heeseung mutters, his voice dropping into something even rougher, almost mocking, as he curls his fingers deep inside you, hitting that spot that makes your eyes roll back. but his grip on your chin is relentless, keeping your gaze pinned, making sure you see the way his lips curve into a cocky, proud smile. “mm, so desperate all the time,” he chuckles under his breath, drawing another choked whimper from you with a sharp flick of his wrist. “lucky for you… so am i.”
🐦⬛ i’m getting so many jungwon reqs and im lwk here for it. geeling kinda soft so i made this a really sweet drabble 💔
it starts slow, almost innocent, with jungwon brushing your hair back and whispering, “let’s make a baby tonight.” the way he says it, low and serious, makes your whole body heat up instantly. there’s nothing rushed about the way he touches you, but there’s an urgency buried deep under his gentle hands, like he’s been thinking about this moment forever. “do you really want to?” you raised your eyebrow, “we’re so young and..”
“and we’re married.. come on baby. imagine it, imagine us. a family?” the two of you were still young and while jungwon promised you he’d be with you forever… a baby is a hug step. “i really want to.” he smiles, looking at you while cupping your cheek softly. he kisses you like he’s starving, palms roaming your body with purpose, memorizing every inch of skin he’s about to claim.
every time his lips trail down your neck, your stomach flips, because you know exactly what’s coming — and so does he. it’s not just about pleasure tonight; it’s about creating something together, about belonging to each other in the most permanent way. “i’ll make it special,.” he assures you, sitting up and body towering over you. you took a deep breath, he had been asking for updates on your calendar—doing his research for when the best time to get pregnant before he’d even asked you this.
he undresses you, slow and sensual. taking his time—every inch of skin was left with kisses. delicate kisses. jungwon wanted you to know how much he wanted this—how much he wanted you. how he adored you. “i love you baby.” he whispered against your skin, hands caressing it. your bare, cold skin—riddled with chills every time he touched you. jungwon took off his clothes, eyes and lips only leaving your body when discarding of his shorts and boxers.
we could say it was expected but you were soaked.. you loved when jungwon came inside of you but it never lead to what’s gonna happen tonight. “look at me,” he hums, brushing your hair back. he could tell you were nervous, and he wanted to distracted your mind. you’ve talking about expanding your family for so long now.. you knew you wanted this. “it’s gonna be okay baby, i’m right here.”
when he finally slides into you, it’s different. it’s heavier, deeper. jungwon grabs your hips firmly, holding you still under him, filling you so good you’re gasping, clutching at the sheets. he doesn’t hold back — his thrusts are slow but so deep, grinding his hips into yours like he’s making sure you feel everything. he leans down, pressing hot, desperate kisses against your mouth, your jaw, your throat, all while murmuring things that make your body tremble.
“gonna make you mine forever,”
“gonna fill you up so good, baby,”
his words make you whimper, clenching tighter around him, and he groans low in his throat, pushing even deeper, hitting that spot inside you that has you seeing stars. his pace gets rougher, needier, the closer he gets, hips slamming into yours with every thrust. you’re barely hanging onto reality, body writhing under his, pleasure building so fast it feels overwhelming.
jungwon grabs your hand, lacing your fingers together and pinning it above your head, his other hand gripping your thigh and pushing it up higher so he can get even deeper. every sound he makes — every broken moan, every desperate grunt — feeds the fire inside you until you’re crying out his name, legs shaking around him. he loses it not long after, slamming deep one final time, spilling into you with a guttural groan that sounds almost like a sob, holding you so tight like he never wants to let you go.
he doesn’t pull out right away, buried deep inside you, chest heaving, forehead resting against yours. you can feel him trembling, feel how full you are, and the thought makes you shiver. he kisses you again, slow and messy, and whispers against your lips, “you’re gonna be so perfect, baby. carrying our little one.” and you believe him, because right here, wrapped in jungwon’s arms, nothing’s ever felt more real.
but jungwon wasn’t finished. he was going to make sure, you were stuffed with his seed, there was no excuses tonight. “turn around baby.”
jake was actually insane during enchella last night can u pls write some nasty adrenaline rushing jake just got off stage smut thank u ily
💌 ; watching him the other night. was sickening. i had to clutch my pearls. like HELLO?? and iLY anon 😚
jake was buzzed, the stage was lit. the dancers, his members. everyone’s adrenaline was pumping and he had nothing but energy. even after the encore he needed to release. and once he saw you, he knew exactly how he’d do that. “bathroom, now” his voice was rough, assertive. needless to say he was starving.
you didn’t hesitate, immediately making your way to the bathroom with jake following just a few feet behind you. before you knew it, his hands were around your neck, pressing you against the door of the bathroom stall. the heat radiating off his body along with the sweat that dripped down his face and arms. you barely had time to breathe before he pushed you harder against the wall. parting your legs with one knee, grinding against you like he needed it more than he needed air.
“did you see me out there?“ he smirked, voice raspy from the almost hour long performance he did non-stop. “you want to feel me? i was thinking about this—since i walked on stage i was thinking about you. how good you’re gonna feel suffocating my cock. his hands were rough, the list filled in his eyes and the adrenaline shooting through his veins. it was filthy and desperate and you were just as desperate.
jake unbuckled his pants, tossing his belt aside and lifting your skirt. he turned you around, bending you over the sink and ripped your panties off—the piece of garment dangling in his hands. “i saw the way you were looking at me, like you wanted me to be yours. he gave in fast, and you were ready. the way he talked to you so roughly, but handle you so firmly.
filling your holes up with all his cock, sharp gasps leaving your throat and you could feel the bass through the walls. jake was high off the stage, the mere thought of it only pumping more adrenaline into his blood by the second. fucking you would be the only thing that could keep him grounded, keep him down.
he was fast, he was messy, he was rough. pounding into you and holding your hands behind your back. he didn’t care if you were loud, who would hear you anyway? you whimpered as he buried himself deeper, every inch of him claiming you over and over. your fingers clawed at his wrist, he fucked you like he needed it to survive.
synopsis — jake visits for a hangout with your brother, but things take a sharp right that night. ── smut (m.), mini fluff, requested. afab virgin!reader x brothers best friend!jake (requested) b/n = brothers name, y/n has a basement bedroom. wc: 4.2k!
warnings — detailed full fic / slow burn, being a virgin is not embarrassing—keep it as long as you want. trust me you’re not missing anything. losing your virginity, unprotected sex (safety first), kissing, slight pain and crying, prn with a mini plot, reader is innocent (kinda), yunjin (lsfm mention), masturbation, back shots, a little teasing, creampie, hints at breeding, mentions of aftercare, lots of kissing!
here’s the thing, every time your brother's best friend visits—you get this gut feeling. he recently moved back from korea and now he’s over more than ever. you thought you had escaped your tiny crush, the one you knew was so wrong but you never looked back after he’d left. he was back, and he was HOT.
“jake, long time no see.” you smiled leaning against the wall, in the last two years. both of you had changed, he’d gotten taller, gained a few muscles and the style changed too. you? same height but a little curvier, nice hips with a nice ass on you too. needless to say, the glo-up was serious—jake especially thought so, the way he looked at you, flirting with you without speaking a single word. “jake moved back officially, about time, we’re gonna hang out in the basement though, wanna join?”
this was odd, your brother never invited you to hang out with him and his friends before. it’s usually ‘get out’ or ‘please go away y/n.’ but it was jake, someone you both grew up with. “i was gonna go get yunjin, and go shopping but i’ll hang with you guys or some other day,”
jake watched as you walked away, gently biting his lip, smelling the floral scent that exuded from your body. vanilla was his favorite. “stop checking her out, it’s creepy.” your brother sighed, shaking his head as he walked away. you couldn’t help but look back on the way to your car, smiling towards jake as you waved to him.
“so jake came, back…? and he’s—hot? i’m sorry i don’t see innocent little jake who played the violin as hot.” yunjin chuckled as the two of you walked through the mall. god, he’s all you could think about, it made you sick. why did he have to look this good? those lips, his gaze.. the stance. he walks like he owns the place. “y/n fantasizing about your brother's best friend taking your pants off is very dirty and wrong, young lady.”
yunjin laughed, watching as you snapped out of your daydream about him. truth is, no one has ever touched you. simply because. ‘you’ll wait for me right..?’ replayed in your head way too much. the day jake said that to you—it just stuck with you, “he’s not even into me like that. once he finds out i’m a virgin still he’s gonna run, guys hate virgins.” you told yunjin.
“guys love virgins.” she rebutted, “you’ll see.”
a while after you walked back in the front door of your house. hearing the boys laughing from the basement downstairs, your room. you placed your bags on the counter along with your keys and wallet, “i’m home b/n.” you called out to your brother, making your way downstairs. “what’re you guys doing?” without even looking at you, jake made your heart race.
you still couldn’t believe he was back, it was surreal. “we were talking, catching up. i was about to head home though.” jake smiled, looking back at you from the couch. he’d probably be back again tomorrow... “i gotta use the bathroom—that burger ran through me!” your brother stood up, running into the bathroom.
“gross!” you groaned, sitting down next to jake, now you were alone. for the first time in two years. it was silent but it wasn’t uncomfortable—you played with your fingers as jake looked at you. watching you fidget and smiling at your face. he spoke but spoke lowly. jake admired you and he’s always has.. “i missed you, you know?”
“really? you never called,” you replied, humming softly as you finally looked at him. you hadn’t realized it yet, but jake was getting closer to you, “i waited for you though.” that look, you folded—like a piece of laundry… it's erie how he gets you like this.
“yeah?” he smiled. jake was no stranger to intimacy but he took it seriously, only engaging in it with someone he cares for. “i’m glad, i’ve been waiting for you too—it’s been a long time.” he inched closer, and closer. hand gently resting on your thigh, “you were all i thought about..” his eyes flicked to your lips, pretty and they looked a little cold to him.
the tension was so thick—you didn’t know if it was sexual or romantic or if you were just nervous and reading to deep into it. as jake leaned closer so did you, kinda like a magnet. it just happened, his lips touched yours, brushing against one another’s. “can i kiss you?” he whispered; always one to ask for consent.. you loved that in a man. you nod, leaning in and closing the kiss between the two of you.
your brother would be gone for a little bit, and jake knew what he wanted to do. although it may not get that far—he’d get far enough to have you stuck on his mind for the rest of the night. jake pulled your body closer, laying you down on the couch softly while closing the space between the two of you. his lips: soft, warm, and gentle for yours. finally getting what they’d been craving for all this time.
it was the first time, the first time you ever kissed someone, on the lips—and the first time you ever really been this close to a boy- no, a man. the both of you knew this was wrong, you’ve always known this was wrong, but it felt so right. how could you resist him.. and how could you pass up on the opportunity to let him be your first anything. practically a once in a lifetime thing…
jake stopped though, the guilt of it crept up to his cheeks. clearly showing as they painted themselves with a pastel shade of pink. he pulled away, looking between your lips and your eyes, “i should go..” jake cleared his throat, standing to his feet and shuffling away, “bye, y/n..”
you ran your hand down your face after you heard the front door close, silently screaming, you were so close to… “i’m gonna be a virgin for the rest of my life..” you sighed. — “yeah you will, loser.” your brother said coming out of the bathroom, patting his hands on his pants as he made his way upstairs—to his room. you sighed, gathering your things to go shower and bed.
a few days had gone by and jake had visited every day since he’d gotten back, and since that night he hasn’t been able to keep his eyes off of you. “y/n~ lovely to see you awake this late?” it was close to midnight, your brother was passed out in his room and jake was most likely staying over. “what you up to?” he plopped down next to you, the basement, you’d placed your book down—glancing at him.
eyes slightly shifting to his lips before refocusing on his eyes. “reading,” you hummed, “nerd,” he chuckles, only teasing. it was so you to just sit on the basement couch and read.. he took the book gently, bookmarking it, and closed it. “promise you won’t lose your place, you owe me a movie night though.” jake hums sadly, he hadn’t gotten a chance to sit with you.
“what movie should we watch?” you pulled your knees up, sitting on them and slightly shortly your body towards his. what you were wearing? so simple and relaxed but… it turned him on a little. sweats and a cropped sweater, jake was a dog. “stop staring at my tits.” you teased him, pushing his shoulder playfully.
it was all playful. full of jokes and funny games—until now. jake wanted you, he wanted you bad, “anything,” he muttered, eyes locking with yours. he was almost positive you could feel the tension too. “still a virgin?” he hummed, crap you were practically praying that question never popped up. the silence told him what he wanted to know.
you played a random show, something you wouldn’t get to fixated or worried about missing out on. jake’s eyes still on you, it’s like he never looked away, never blinked—no emotion just mind all on you.
“told you i’d wait for you.”
“yeah, but i didn’t think you’d not indulge a little.” because he did—how could he not. he lived in korea, in an apartment building for people his age... he’s had his fair share. “do you want to.. lose it one day?” you nod. “when?” he quickly answered, he wanted to be that person, it was clear and obvious. he never said it out loud, nor did he explain what ‘wait for me’ meant.
“is this an interview?” you laughed, nervous? but jake was still serious, focused and the gaze was intense. “really soon, i’m the only virgin left in my friend group it’s kind of embarrassing.. but i don’t want to do with just anyone.. not everyone is clean or have the right intentions.” jake understood, running his hand through his hair. he needed to think about this—so he looked away.
‘could i take her virginity..? i mean what if i hurt her—or what if she doesn’t enjoy it, or it’s too painful? i don’t want to see her hurting..’ jake fought the mental war with himself. god knows how long he’s wanted you, how long he’s waited for this moment, but is it fair? you guys watch a few more episodes—the show you were watching? you. of all things—and there’s this scene, where he cums too fast, jake couldn’t help but chuckle, placing his hand on your thigh just to see what you’d do.
you shifted your eyes down for a second, heat creeping up to your face and your heart slowly speeding up. suddenly the moments from the other day flooded your brain, and your legs squeezed together. if he’d stayed a little longer, maybe you would’ve done this already—“y/n.” jake was already looking at you when you looked at him. “come closer,”
you did just that, scooting closer to him—even laying your head on his shoulder. this felt domestic. “no here.” jake pulled you up, sitting you in his lap and made you straddle him. the tv was now background noise as all your attention was solely focused on him. “you trust me right?” jake’s hands land on your waist, gently rubbing small circles with his thumb.
you nod, “you have to use your words.” this was consent, without explaining to you that it was—he was getting your consent. “yeah..” — “come here,” his hand goes to your cheek, pulling you in closer and placing a small kiss on your lips. followed by another and then another one. “tell me if you want to stop okay?” your heart fluttered.
“okay,” assuring him that you wanted to keep going, you don't think you’d stop honestly, his lips were soft and his lap felt like home. when your lips collided again—all your worries and problems left the room. it started slow, slowly turning into something more, his teeth taking your bottom lip between them and sucking on it. the soft moan you let slip out as his did that.
your bodies couldn’t seem to help themselves either, it’s clear they knew what they wanted too. slowly grinding against one another, parted lips and panted breaths as the kisses started getting rougher. “do you want me to be your first?” immediately yes! is what you wanted to say but your voice got caught in your throat. he wouldn’t go through with it if you didn’t answer so you know you had to say something. quickly.
“only if you start slow,” you were scared now, for so long you’d been wanting to lose your virginity and now that the moment has approached you—you’re scared. “i’m kind of nervous.” you admit, jake grins and shakes his head, rubbing his hands down your thighs and then back up to your waist. “that’s normal, but trust me. you’re perfect.” was that a raindrop? a waterfall? were your sweats… sweating? “i got you okay?” jake stood up, with ease, walking over towards your bedroom and shutting the door with his foot.
this would be the first time he’s taken someone’s virginity—and he understood what came with that. the responsibility of the aftermath of it. a soul attached to him, dramatic but it’s true. “relax,” he sat you on the bed, standing between your legs and making you look up, “tonight is about you.” jake locked the door, taking his jacket off and dropping it on the floor. no shirt? abs galore—should you cum now or later?
“i-.. you..” you stutter, jake only coming closer and leaning down to your level, before you knew it his lips were back on yours. his hand was slowly rubbing your torso, going up your shirt, feeling what was going to be his soon. your soft moan slipped as his lips made their way to your neck, careful not to leave any marks where everyone could see—“let’s take this off,” he tugged your shirt.
you lifted your body and let him slip your shirt off, he admired your chest—something he’s always liked. but this wasn't his favorite part. hands roaming each other's body, he let you seem like you had control but he did. he focused on the soft spot on your neck, slipping his fingers down between your legs slowly. “excited?” he chuckled.
“don’t laugh,” you whined, looking down at his hand. “i just.. got turned on easy..” you groaned, plopping down on your back while looking at the ceiling. jake took it upon himself to take your sweats off, tossing them with his jacket on the floor. he spread your legs with ease and kissed you above your panties. “o..oh.” you whispered. tingles flying up your spine.
“just gonna make sure you’re really ready.” he smiled, kissing your waist as he gently tugged down your panties. it was like an instant reflex for you to spread your legs wide—jake was amazed by the sight. it’s prettier than he imagined. “so wet, you’re leaking.” the string of essence from your cunt to your panties proved that before he could even look. it’s too good to be true.
jake placed a kiss on your cunt, shutting his eyes to taste and savor the flavor of you. his tongue swiped along your folds, and immediately, relief hit your back—you had been craving this. his mouth on you and the feeling of it running through your body. quiet hums left your mouth. followed by jake—and his moans. finding pleasure in pleasing you—a giver at its finest.
it didn’t take much for him to wrap his lips around your clit and devour you the way he wanted to. it felt so good—too good, you had to cover your mouth so your family wouldn’t hear you. “fuck you taste so..” he sighed digging his face into you, lapping up your essence and using it as his personal moisture and lip balm. your hips rocked steady—feeling this in your stomach, and the way you felt so close to finishing. it’s like he knew.
he stopped.
“hey!” you looked at him, the devious smile plastered on his lips, his deep chuckle echoing through your room—hitting your walls. “i’m not done yet,” he assured you.. “can let you finish and i haven’t even gotten to the best part.” he climbed between your legs, kissing your lips again, and distracting you from the fact he just edged you. he slipped his pants off without you even noticing, but once your eyes started to wander down he grabbed your chin.
“eyes on me,”
his voice was deep and assertive, and it made you listen. keeping your eyes focused on him. “tell me if you’re sure you want to do this.” — “i am, im ready. i’m swear it.” jake kissed your lips, caressing your cheeks gently before rubbing his tip along your folds. using your essence to wet himself more—“it’ll only hurt for a minute.”
he teased you, distracted you—and kissed you with passion. like he was in love with you— and he did it with so much ease. and you were under his spell, all until you finally felt him. “ow-.” you whimpered, jake kissed you again, resting his forehead on yours. “jake.. it hurts.” you muttered, “i know, i’m sorry, it’s gonna be okay.” your eyes squeezed shut—trying your best to bare the pain.
when he saw you, his heart stung. she’s in pain. “look at me, don’t think too hard.” he whispered, pecking your cheeks gently before you opened your eyes. he maintained eye contact, only using his tip to get you to open a little. “you’re okay, don’t cry.” he wiped the tears that dropped from the side of you face. “you’re doing so good.. it’ll be over in a second. i promise.”
jake’s words were soothing, comforting in a way. you didn’t even realize he was finally inside of you—too distracted by his comforting words—maybe it was love? jake’s hips rocked steadily, moving at a slow and gentle pace to get you used to it. “wait-.” he stopped, your hand on his chest used as a signal. “whenever you’re ready.” the moments passed, you waited for your heart to slow. finally moving your hand and looking up at him with those pretty eyes you have.
jake could get lost in them, “okay go..” you hummed, and he did. instantly started to move again—the pain was bearable and it slowly started to turn into pleasure. your soft and strained moans mixing with his ‘mm’s and subtle, occasional ‘fuck’s that slipped. “you’re huge..” you didn’t get to see it yet, but you felt it—and he wasn’t all the way inside of you yet.
“and you’re so wet, oh my go-..” he moaned, eyes shutting slight just from the sound of your cunt. intoxicating, it’s like a massage he’d been waiting to get from you and only you could do it right. it’s better than he’d imagined, than he dreamed. “holy shit..” he murmured, he was typically the quiet guy in bed, but you—were doing something.
“faster.”
it’s like a switch flipped in his head. eyes suddenly darkening, he might finish too fast. you were fresh, tight and the sound of wetness mixing between your thighs was the sound he needed as a ringtone. jake leaned his body up, kissing you again before he towered over you, head leaning back as he grabbed the back of your legs—holding them in his arms with ease. this sight was undeniably beautiful to you.
his moans were encouraging, you liked it more than you dreamed you would. the feeling was unmatched, and you’ve heard the stories about first times—this was nothing like that. your hands reached to rub his torso, fingers falling through each crease in his abs, down to his v line and the sight of his hips snapping into you like this—turned you on more. you didn’t know it was possible to get even wetter.
“shit baby,” he took one hand, rubbing your clit with it—new fear unlocked. the pleasure that shot through your body—you could probably cum right now. but jake would find it as a fun game, he’d push you to cum more. “you like that, baby?” echoed through your room, his firm hands moving to your waist to bring you closer, push deeper into you. “you feel like heaven.” his head tilted back once more, the sight of his adam’s apple bouncing from the moaning and the deep breaths he slowly started to let out.
panting, and he’d hadn’t even given his all yet. he was trying to save you—trying to give you grace. but god, did he wanna take you there.. he slowed his hip, gesturing for you to sit up. and when you did, he did all the work from there. “you’re holding back, you can moan into the pillow then.” he chuckled, he saw how hard you were biting your lip, the way your throat sunk from the deep grunts and muffled sounds you threaten to let out.
jake flipped you—turning you on your stomach and pulled your hips up towards him. his hand rested on the small of your back and the other on your ass—so plump and juicy. it was screaming his name—he’d been waiting to feel it since he’d gotten back. “fuck..” he mumbled under his breath, helping you get comfortable and relax again. his hips never stopped but they got faster, the skin slapping against the backside of your body. the feeling unimaginable, he wasn’t lying when he told you you’d need that pillow.
your moans were louder now but muffled, nobody would hear these. your eyes were fluttering with every thrust you tried to keep them open. but the way he was doing you in—you succumbed to the pleasure. gripping your sheets and pillow tighter each time. jake watched as your ass bounced back against him, the sounds of your moans and then the sound of your wetness echoing through his ears like a song. he was so entranced with it.
he couldn’t hold back anymore, your walls squeezed around him. feeling the wetness dripping down your thighs and the cold feeling made you clench more. “fuck keep doing that.” jake spoke, voice deep. his brows furrowed in concentration—making sure you felt good while also trying not to embarrass himself with cumming too fast—or inside of you. “that feels so good!” you moaned, more confidence in your voice. jake liked that—“right there,”
he found your spot, the spot. you didn’t even know what it was but it just felt too good every time he hit it. snapping his hind relentlessly into you, his hand went up your back, grabbing the back of your neck and pressing you into the mattress. he was so deep, you took all of him—you were doing so good for him. he was proud of you, proud of your reaction and the moans you let out. you were a different person when you were under him.. legs trembling ever so slightly but jake wasn’t finished with you yet.
he pressed his head against your shoulder, biting the skin gently and leaving kisses there too—his eyes slowly rolled back just from the mere scent of you. “oh my fucking god you feel so good. so tight, so..” he moaned next to your ear. that turned you on more than ever. he trapped your hands behind your back when you reached back to touch him. common mistake—but you weren’t complaining. it felt too good to you, how deep he was. the sweat and heat coming off of each of your skins.
you never wanted this to end.
the night got louder and you prayed nobody could hear this—which they probably couldn’t. your moans were louder, tears of pleasure dripping from your eyes as you said his name so sexily he couldn’t help but go faster. you didn’t know he could go faster but he proved it. “fuck i’m gonna cum, you feel so fucking good y/n.” he reached his arm around your waist, holding your body flush against his.
your moans and pants were synced with every piece of movement you were just closer to reaching that limit you so desperately needed to reach. “me too—oh my god.. please don’t stop!” you dipped your head into the pillow arching your back deeper, feeling it 10x better than before. your eyes rolling back and legs shaking as it finally started to hit you. “f…fuck ja-.” he was holding out, waiting for you to cum so he could—it was gonna be a lot to clean but it was worth it.
“cum for me, come on i know you can do it.” he grinned, proudly, and his thrusts started to get sloppy and drawn out. harder than before, your legs closed up but that only made it feel even better—he felt you squeezing his cock, clenching repeatedly and gasping for air in your pillow. he just listened to it, the sound of your cunt mixing as you came, the creamy substance slipping down your leg and his cock.
if he didn’t pull out now, he’d creampie you—it was too soon for that.. or was it.. he didn’t care either way. “i’m cumming,” he moaned breathlessly—leaking out into you but he slowly released himself. it was hard and loads of it, just dripping from the entrance of your cunt where he laid his cum to rest at. he took a deep breath, as your body fell limp with exhaustion. “felt good?”
you glanced at him, “too good.”
jake got up, walked towards the bathroom to get a towel, and came back to you quickly. he knew you’d probably be sore for the next few days. too. “you should soak in lavender and epson salt tomorrow, to help relieve the soreness. you did so well for me though.” he smiled as he turned you around, and cleaned your cunt. watching as more of his cum leaked out of you each time you clenched around nothing. “i could go another round.” he joked while kissing up your chest and then to your lips.
“thank you, jake.” you smiled, wrapping your arms around his shoulders and looking up at him. “but no more rounds for you,” the both of you shared a laugh, “i’ll go start a shower, wait right here okay?” he stood up once again, making his way to the bathroom. “looking good~.” you cooed as you stared at his backside, “hey, stop looking at my ass!”
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can i request older!jungwon being mean because he's mad? edges you first, makes you work for it by sucking him off before continuously making you cum and overstimulating you.
💌 thank you boo 😚. i’m older than by like a year so they largest gap i’ll make is a year or two, so he’s 22-23 instead of 21 in this one.
“get on your knees.” his the flat, stern voice echoed through the living bedroom—no warmth, no teasing edge, just cold control. you felt it ripple through you, a sharp command that made your body move before your brain even caught up. the usual softness in his eyes wasn’t there. not tonight. tonight, jungwon was angry, and he wasn’t hiding it.
with tears brimming down your face, you got down to your knees. sinking in front of him. his fingers tangled in your hair, gripping it firmly while rubbing his crotch on your face. “i can’t get you off that fast? you thought that shit was funny didnt you?”
“you think you can act like that and not pay for it?” he muttered, pushing his thumb past your lips first, watching the way your mouth opened so easily for him. “you think i’d let that slide?” oh he was livid. you playing him in front of his friends—maybe it was an ego thing but jungwon could always show you better than he could tell you.
you tried to say sorry, plead and beg him. your words got lost in the sound of his belt rattling, pants unzipping and pooling at his ankles. “open your mouth and suck.” you didn’t have a rhythm to follow—knowing the end goal was to let him use your throat. and as soon as you let him in, he took over. it wasn’t about the physical it was about proving something to you.
it was about the way you stepped out of line and he was there to knock you back in place. jungwon always let you go just far enough. and then he reminded you who was really in control. “fuck, look at you, a fucking mess.” he moaned, rocking his hips in and out of your mouth. gagging, in the best way possible. you enjoyed this lowkey, “you’re gonna swallow every last bit of it aren’t you?” he used your mouth.
cumming down your throat—the salty but savory taste flooding your tastebuds as he let go of your face. you moved back, gasping and taking in the being standing above you. he pulled you up by your wrist, dragged you to the bed, and pushed you down like you weighed nothing. he stripped you slow but roughly—.
“pathetic,” jungwon mutters, watching the way your hips grind into nothing, desperate and trembling. “you’re so needy it’s embarrassing.” he drags two fingers down your soaked folds, barely touching your clit, just enough to make you gasp—then pulls away like you don’t deserve it. “you think that little whine’s gonna change my mind? try harder.”
you were shocked, your once soft boyfriend turned evil for a simple conmen you’d made while at dinner with friends. “it takes a lot for you to get there? what the fuck does that even mean y/n?” he slapped your cunt—earning a drawn out scream from you. one mixed with pain and pleasure. it was broken—pleading. jungwon let out a menacing laugh, mocking you without mercy. “too much for you already baby? get over it.”
he leans in, lips brushing your ear, voice low and cold. “you don’t get to come until i say. so keep your legs open, keep your mouth shut unless you’re begging properly, and maybe—maybe—i’ll be nice.” his fingers slide back down, slow and cruel, circling just to watch you fall apart all over again. “you’re lucky i’m even touching you.”
the first orgasm was an accident. the second—earned. the third, fourth, fifth—punishment. he didn’t stop, even when you cried out, too sensitive, too wrecked to think straight. his hand was on your throat, not squeezing, just there, grounding you while his other hand worked between your thighs, fast and merciless.
i’ve been so torn between jungwon and sunghoon like . both of them have this magnetism that i cannot describe
anyway, i can’t stop thinking abt a smutty scenario where the reader finds herself having to choose between the both of them and simply cannot do it so jungwon and sunghoon are like “ok, fuck that, don’t choose.”
like both guys are so down bad that they’d share the reader with each other if it meant that it made her happy ??
idk if that made sense ahshdjsj i could go into more detail but i’m feeling self conscious hiding behind my hands rn
— @yourislandgirl
💌 oh my god yes!!! you’re stuck between a rock and a hard place and as bad as they don’t want to share you they will. that’s how bad they want you 😪🤞🏽. gng shit fr
you’re looking between the both of them—they’d almost started fight just from the topic of you. “serious you’re making me pick?” you asked them both. one of the hardest decisions to date, you had to choose between two boys you liked and adored and… you didn’t know how.
“me or him,” sunghoon grunts, “if you know what’s best for you you’d pick me.” jungwon rolled his eyes at sunghoons comment. you were silent, hands on your hips as you really had to think about it. “well.. guys i can’t.. why can’t i just have you both?” you laughed trying to ease the tension in the room.
then it’s like there brains lit up at once. “deal.” they both said, coming to a conclusion because of your joke, but that’s what it was. a joke. “we can share you.. and if we’re sharing you that means.. you can have the best of both worlds.” jungwon stepped closer, sunghoon following suit.
“and i haven’t forgotten about what you said earlier—.” he chuckled. “taking us both at once, oh y/n. is one at a time not enough for you baby?” your skin ran cold, chills running down your spine. what the hell did you just create. “they say being stuck between a rock and a hard place is a bad thing,” he murmurs, smirking. “but you seem to love it.”
you instantly felt hands on your body, one running down your chest and the other down to your ass. there was a sense of possession, jealousy—“of she breaks its because of me.” sunghoon snarled. “don’t flatter yourself, fuck-face.” you mentally facepalmed. knowing you were in for one hell of a ride right now.
you sat down on the bed, deciding. ‘indulge, yolo’. kissing the both of them, letting their hands travel your body while each of yours did the same for them. each one of them just has hard as the other—probably won’t be able to take both at once—and they knew that. “we’ll make a way.” you muttered, jungwons hand slipping into your shorts while sunghoons grabbed your breast. rubbing your nipple in steady motions while jungwon spread your lips apart.
jungwon turned your face towards him. “since we’re doing this, i’ll make sure you cum harder than you ever have.
sunghoon, turning your face towards him. “and i’ll make sure he doesn’t leave you too needy. i heard his finger work when they want to.”
for them to have beef with each other, working together seemed to be the easiest thing. the way they moved. like this was planned ahead—sunghoon moving behind you while jungwon shifted in front of you. the three of you easily undressing and touching you. all the attention was on you—“suck me off while he does the hard work hm?” sunghoon whispers next to your ear. you smiled, turning around.
ass up for jungwon, leaking cunt on full display for him while sunghoon leaned against your headboard. biting harshly on his lip while waiting for you to take him. jungwons hands rested on your hips, lining himself up and pushing into you with ease. his cock dragging against your tight, velvety walls—moans leaving both of your throats.
meanwhile, sunghoons cock rested on your tongue. chest rising and falling as you swallows him whole, his hand resting on the side of your head as he guided you up and down. bobbing your head at the pace jungwon was going. “make it last, as soon as he’s done—im next.” he warned, guttural moans leaving his lips at the ruthless rhythm that flowed through the room.
synopsis — heeseung being there at your lowest always has its perks. ── smut (m.), kinda angsty with some fluff, requested. afab stressed!reader x service dom!heeseung. wc: - 1.6k !
warnings — pet names: pretty, masturbation (f. rec), bathtub sex, unprotected sex (do be silly, wrap his willy), established relationship, non idol!heeseung just wants to take care of you, there is a bit of crying or mentions of it, p in v penetration, semi-overstimulation, implied aftercare, breedingbreedingbreeding.
heeseung knew something was wrong, the tension in the air. how when he walked through the door there was no music, no humming, not even the little comments you’d make to yourself about forgetting something. you looked dull, tired, stressed—like you were running off a cup of tea and a dream.
he sat the keys on the counter and walked over to you, “pretty?” he crouched down next to you. his voice, laced with concern as he felt if he spoke any louder it would send you down a rabbit hole. “how long have you been working?” he’d been working all day—when he left this morning you were opening your laptop to study for a little bit.
but you didn’t say anything, not a peep—not even sparing him a glance. just a small shrug, stress was lingering on your brain, and work work work was all you could think about. “pretty.” he sighed, looking over to save your work and close the laptop—in which you let him. “you shouldn’t work like this..”
“i know, i’m just so behind on everything. this stuff is so hard..” you finally spoke, hands flying to cover your eyes before the tears dropped. heeseung hated to watch you cry—“i know should’ve told you, but you have your work and schooling to do and i didn’t want to interfere.. and-.”
heeseung shakes his head, only pulling you into his embrace, and rubbing your back. he understood it, it was hard and with the career path you’d chosen you’d be lucky to make it out alive. the way he held you made you feel so light—like you could drop all the weight on him for a minute and stop stressing..
“come with me,” he stood up, tugging your hand gently to walk you towards the bathroom. “let me take care of you.” he ran a bath for you, adding the bath salts and lavender to calm your body—you were tense and you probably just needed a pick me up—or a drink. heeseung tested the bath temperature and turned to you once more.
“arms up,” he gestures, taking your shirt off and tossing it aside. heeseung hands caressed your sides, sending shivers down your spine. small kisses he left, lingering on your shoulder and your chest before he moved behind you. “you’re doing the best you can, don’t overwork yourself. give yourself grace—give yourself the lead-way.”
heeseung never leaves your side, not if he could help it—so him coming home and seeing you this way broke him. the feeling of your bra unclamping, sliding down your arms—another wave of tingles shooting across your skin. “so just relax for me, let me do all the work. and, whatever you want—you can have.”
heeseung undressed you, guiding you into the warm bath and, even went as far as lighting candles for you. “will you join me?” you asked him, looking at him with those soft set of eyes you had. how could he say no to that? “please?” with the water warming your body, heeseung quickly slid in behind you.
his arms curling around your waist like an instinct and the sound of water shifting and settling surrounding you two. your head leaned back against his shoulder, sighing gently. truth be told the only thing that would distract you is your boyfriend, you needed it. with the stress you’d been feeling—you haven’t had the opportunity to indulge or be with him at all.
“seung…”
his ears perked, placing a kiss on your forehead as he gave you his attention, your hand took his, rubbing it gently and slowly moving it between your legs. “i’m sorry for the past few days—ignoring you and denying you. i could make it up to you.” heat puddled in your stomach as you slowly spread your legs. “i just really need a distraction. and you’re the only person who can take my mind off of things.”
heeseung rubbed your thigh, "you're so tense," his lips brushed against the shell of your ear. lips moving to caress your neck softly. his fingers knead into your muscles with care, but they drift lower with each pass, teasing touches that start to stir heat beneath your skin. he slides his hands up your inner thighs, spreading them ever so slightly, and the movement is slow enough that your breath catches.
one hand slips between your legs, fingers parting your folds under the water. the first touch is featherlight, just enough to draw a quiet gasp from you. he holds you tighter with his free arm as his fingers begin to move—slow circles that build heat in your core, easing the tension into something else entirely.
"that's it pretty," he whispers against your skin, "you can relax, let me take care of it all." his voice was milky, laced with intent for pleasure, nothing more than that. it was overwhelming but in the best way. the gasps, and small sounds you released as his finger caressed your sensitive bud. this was a feeling you missed for sure. "look at you, all soft and relaxed for me. this feels good doesn't it pretty?"
heeseung was enjoying this just as much as you were, he was big on making you feel great before he could feel good himself. "you're doing so well for me, you want more?" you could only moan in response. eyes fluttering shut and imagining the scene taking place moments before it would. "open your eyes, and use your words pretty. want me inside of you."
his cock was hard against your back, twitching for attention. he would probably cum without you even touching him. your voice was enough. his fingers lapping up your bundle of nerves. he never failed to make you fold. he would go slow, then fast-slow again. it killed you every time you found a rhythm and he'd change it.
your stomach felt like a bottomless pit, the burning sensation inside of it, the gut-wrenching feeling of your holes clenching around nothing. heeseung teasingly played with your cunt, even though you were the one who started it. "yes," you replied, finally looking at him. heeseung wasted no time. turning you around so you're straddling his lap. careful not to spill the water out of the tub.
he lines himself up with you, stroking himself a few times before sinking you onto him. and it felt like the cloudy and foggy days cleared. his head leaning back with a guttural moan followed by "holy fuck, so perfect.." leaving his lips, that milky voice you adored so much. encouraged you. your hands rest on his chest as he pushes completely into you.
your moans as you clung to him, his strong arms easily raising your body up and down, to match his flow. they gripped you firmly, sure to leave marks. his movements pull desperate sounds from your mouth, only getting louder by the second. every thrust is deliberate and the intentions were pure.
heeseung looked at you, dead in the eyes, like you were the only thing that ever existed. he showed love, mixed with lust, and you believed everything he did was for the sole purpose of making you happy. even if that meant breaking you down in the bathtub.
his hips rock with more urgency, the mix of vocals leaving both of your mouths showed that you were getting to your limits, "right there.." you leaned in, wrapping your arms around his neck. you mouth next to his ear and those beautiful lyrics of 'mm's and 'ahh's. the curses of 'fuck' and the strung-out moans of 'yes's and 'please's for more. and not to forget the grip you both had on each other. holding your bodies so tight, you think one might try to run.
well, heeseung studied your body, he knew you would run when it got too much. thats why his hold was firm. the moment he felt your legs quiver, he knew he had you. "cum for me pretty. just let it go, i've got you.." when you do, the knot in your stomach finally comes undone, the fuzz in your brain taking over your body.
he held you through it, still rocking his body up into you. hips following yours up as you tried to pry off of him. he kissed your skin softly, with deep and gutted breaths and he neared his end next, “don’t run baby.. just let me fill you up.” he moaned, nails slightly digging into your skin.
your body trembled in his hold, muscles worn and sensitive, but his voice—low and breathless, wrapped around you like velvet—kept you tethered to him. every time you tried to lift yourself off, his hips followed, chasing the heat, keeping you right where he needed you.“h-heeseung…” you whined, your voice barely a whisper, soaked in the overwhelm of it all. “too much…”
“i know, baby. i know it’s a lot,” he murmured, one hand smoothing down your spine while the other held your hips steady. “you’re doing so good for me. so good…” his words made your walls flutter around him, and he groaned—deep and broken like it knocked the air right out of his lungs. his high slapped him in the face—hit him like a truck. shooting his load into you and filling you up to the brim.
and you stay like that, wrapped around each other, breath mingling in the steam. “feeling better?” he asks after a long moment, brushing sweat off of your face. your breathless nods told him everything, making a chuckle leave his throat. you sat there for a few more minutes before he started a shower for the two of you.
“you’ll get some good rest tonight,
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sleepover with heeseung and other friends where you're all watching a movie in your bedroom. he lays his head on your thighs, makes a few comments about how thick and jiggly they are that the others hear and agree with. after the attention is off of you, you all continue watching the movie and you mindlessly pet heeseung's hair as you keeps watching with his head on your lap... before he suddenly bites your thigh, catching you completely by surprise 👀
and no, you're not dating... this could be the start of a fuck buddies-type relationship though 🤭
💌 this is PEAK exhibition and i’m here for it. and as a thick thighed girlie myself, im going to pretend this is me 😛. thankssss
heeseung would love the way you reacted. the jolt you slightly made, your thigh tensing under his head, eyes darting down in disbelief. the bite wasn’t hard, but it was sharp enough to catch you completely off guard—and something about the way heeseung just smirks up at you, like he knows exactly what he’s doing, makes your stomach flip.
“you smell good,” he whispered, he was dripping with mischief. it was all in his dark eyes. your breath hitched as you looked around the room. everyone was so immersed in the movie playing. sprawled out around your bedroom while you and heeseung were the only two on the bed. heeseung finger traced your thighs—almost like he was teasing you. seeing what you’d do next. hands traveling up to your inner thighs, you were quite ticklish there, moving under the hem of your shorts.
you were basically asking for it. smelling that good, looks like the pineapples and cranberry juice cleanse every week comes in handy. and the way your thighs just felt like pillows to him, god he could fuck them right here, right now if he wanted too. he turned on his stomach, kissing your thighs repeatedly and even kissing the soft spots. you had to hold back giggles and moans because of his behavior. “stop,” you whispered, but he didn’t.
leaving small marks and hickies on your skin, they looked so pretty on your thighs. he couldn’t wait till movie night was over—he’d stay behind to help clean up, (the mess between your legs.)
omg, may i humbly request smut with soft and service dom! sunghoon or heeseung (u can pick one) 🫡 maybe something about reader being hella stress and they wanted to help reader by relieving their stress with sex hehe
this is kinda self-indulgent bc work is a PAIN in the ass bruh
tqsm in advance if u accept this req and have a great day ahead ^^
one moment it’s teasing him, poking the bear. even when he showed obvious signs of being annoyed a little. next thing you know, your against the wall, with his chest flushed against yours. his eyes dark, and his lips on centimeters apart from yours. “you wanna say that again?” he spoke deeply, maybe joking about how your best friend couldn’t take you down even if he tried to did kinda get under his skin.
he’s done it so many other times, what makes it different now? “you’ve been driving me crazy all week, it’s time i shut you the fuck up, right?” as much as your face showed a bit or nervousness, you loved this. getting him all worked up because you knew what came after it. it was dangerous—his hands sliding past the hem of your pants, passing your panties and instantly you’d spread your legs.
his nose brushed against your jaw as he kissed and bit your neck, he was rough and you loved it. “keep running your fucking mouth.” he tugged your pants down with his free hand, resting your leg on his thigh. his fingers sliding into you with nothing but ease—you wanted this. already wet and ready for him. the heat pooling in your stomach as you heard, the gushing sounds of his fingers scissoring there way in and out of you.
only noises that you were about to let out were the moans that escaped your mouth. sunghoon free hand grabbed you chin, making you look him dead in the eyes. “you don’t think i can take you down hm? let me show why we don’t get paid for thinking, y/n.”
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