yk what’s crazy i like guys that are skinny not like bones skinny like skinny with a bit of muscle and just bones like… Its an unhealthy liking. Though not like timothee chalamet ughh idk how to explain it
The room was quiet, except for the sound of Heeseung’s voice coming from his game. “Let’s goooo!” he cheered after another win, completely absorbed in his gameplay.
He glanced around, realizing that you weren’t in the room with him. The clock on the wall blinked 2 AM. Normally, you’d be right there, bugging him for cuddles, teasing him to stop the game for a bit, but tonight… nothing.
“Y/N?” he called out, but no response. He stood up, still wearing his headphones, walking through the living room and calling your name louder this time, “Y/N?”
He made his way upstairs, peeking into your bedroom. There you were, curled up in bed, the absence of him clearly affecting you too. He smiled softly before walking in, careful not to wake you too abruptly.
He knelt beside the bed and leaned in to kiss your forehead. "My pretty girl, why didn’t you call me, mhmm?" he whispered gently.
You blinked awake, eyes still half-closed. You grumbled sleepily, a small pout on your lips. “I did,” you muttered, voice thick with sleep, “You just didn’t hear me.”
He froze for a second, realizing you were probably calling out while he was too lost in the game. He pulled the headphones off, giving you a sheepish grin. “Sorry. Didn’t mean to ignore you,” he said, rubbing the back of his neck.
You rolled over to face him, the annoyance still lingering in your voice but softer now. “I don’t like sleeping alone, Heeseung,” you complained, your tone a mix of cute frustration and tiredness. "And you’re always gaming."
He smiled gently, reaching out to brush a strand of hair behind your ear. “I get it, baby. I’m here now. No more games, I promise.” His voice was low and sincere, making you feel a little better despite the frustration.
You shot him a playful, almost teasing glance, your eyes still heavy with sleep. "You could’ve at least taken the headphones off before coming to see me," you grumbled, though the corner of your lips twitched upwards.
He chuckled softly, sliding into the bed beside you. "Alright, alright," he said with a teasing smile. “No more headphones when I’m with you. I’ll make it up to you, promise.”
You rolled your eyes but shifted closer to him. "You'd better," you muttered, letting your head rest against his chest. "I really don’t like sleeping alone."
Heeseung wrapped his arm around you, pulling you close. He watched you for a moment, still amused by how cute you looked, even while pouting in your sleep. He couldn’t stop time, but he could savor moments like these.
“Let me join you,” he whispered, settling the headphones down beside the bed. Before sliding in next to you, he added, “You look really pretty when you’re sleeping.”
He couldn’t resist taking a picture, quietly pulling out his phone and snapping a quick shot of your face. The way your lips slightly pouted in your sleep was too adorable not to capture. He grinned to himself as he looked at the photo, murmuring, “You’re so cute…”
He put the phone down carefully and slid into bed beside you. He brushed a lock of hair out of your face, then snuggled close, his arms pulling you in even closer.
"You're still my pretty girl," he whispered, his voice soft as he kissed the top of your head.
You stirred slightly, shifting closer to him, and sleepily mumbled, “Promise me no more games tonight…”
He smiled, pressing his forehead against yours. “Promise. I’m all yours tonight.”
With that, the room fell into a comfortable silence. Heeseung kept you close, feeling the warmth of your body next to his, and the quiet, peaceful moments made everything feel just right.
pairing: enhypen x female reader . warnings: twt p.rn links . [note: dumping my drafts since I haven't posted in sooooo long] [LIBRARY]
♫︎ REBLOGS + FEEDBACKS ARE ALWAYS APPRECIATED
heeseung who wanted nothing more than taking you against a wall after the little joke you made on his ‘d!ck’ being not enough. guess he'll have to show you again—how enough it actually is.
sunghoon believed bad girls deserved punishment. the thing is, how were you any different?
jake hates bad days but he doesn't hate them when bad days bring him another excuse for his pleasure.
jay who loves nothing more than seeing your ass bounce as he thrusts into you, reminding you of who you truly belong to.
sunghoon who can't even hide it when he misses you :(
heeseung who lets you take control and instantly regrets. poor boy never thought you could be so into the role.
jay who makes every night the same. or—when every night is spent making you feel desired.
jake isn't one to shy away, especially when it came to eating you out in the most unusual places—and this time it was the kitchen counter.
The moment you heard the door creak shut, you froze for a second, the familiar sound of Jay’s footsteps following soon after. You looked up, your thoughts momentarily interrupted. Your daughter’s eyes immediately locked with yours, and her face lit up as she realized Daddy was home.
“Daddy! I missed you!” she squealed, her tiny feet pounding the floor as she rushed toward him, her little toys still clutched in her hands, forgotten in her excitement.
Jay smiled, his heart swelling at the sight of her. He quickly slipped off his coat, his eyes soft with affection as he looked at her. "Come here, sweetheart," he said, his arms wide in welcome.
Without hesitation, she launched herself into his arms, the toys falling to the floor as she threw her arms around his neck. Jay caught her easily, holding her close with a look of pure joy on his face.
“Did you have a great day, sweetheart?” he asked softly, his voice filled with warmth as he shifted her in his arms.
Her eyes sparkled. “I played with my dolls, and I drew a picture for you!” she said excitedly, her words tumbling out as she snuggled against him.
Jay’s smile grew even wider. “I can’t wait to see it,” he said, holding her tightly. As he made his way further into the living room, the stress of the day melted away in that simple, perfect moment with his family.
But just as they entered the room, your daughter whispered up at him, a mischievous glint in her eye. “Let’s scare Mommy”
Jay raised an eyebrow, a playful grin forming on his lips. “Alright, sweetheart. On three,” he said, ready to play along.
“One… two… three!”
With that, they both rushed forward, Jay pretending to stumble dramatically as he exaggerated the sound of his footsteps. Your daughter giggled uncontrollably as they got closer to the couch where you sat, completely unaware.
As you turned to face them, the last thing you expected was to be startled. Your eyes widened, and you let out a surprised gasp.
“Ah! Oh my gosh!” you exclaimed, your hand flying to your chest as you jumped in your seat, completely taken by surprise.
Jay and your daughter erupted into laughter, filling the room with their joyful sounds. “Got you, honey!” Jay said, still laughing, as he held your daughter up high in his arms.
You shook your head, still recovering from the shock, but smiling nonetheless. “You two are impossible,” you said with a soft laugh. “I didn’t even hear you come in!”
“Well, we wanted to make a grand entrance,” Jay replied, still chuckling. He leaned in to kiss your daughter’s cheek. “Didn’t we, sweetie?”
She nodded, her giggles never ceasing. “We scared Mommy!”
As the laughter died down, Jay pulled both of you into a warm embrace, holding you close as you relaxed into his arms. “Well, now that you’ve made your entrance, I’m just glad you’re home,” you said softly, your voice full of love.
Jay smiled, holding his little family tight. “It’s good to be home,” he said, his heart full.
Ni-ki holds up the candy bra, with a playful smirk “i want to see you in this,” he says, handing it to you.
you hesitate, feeling a little self-conscious. “i don’t know...” you say, biting your lip.
“please?” ni-ki begs, giving you his best puppy eyes. “i’ve been thinking about this moment for weeks.”
his words send a shiver down your spine, and you can’t help but give in. “fine,” you say, slipping into the bra. it’s a little tight, with the colorful candies pressing against your skin in a way that’s surprisingly comfortable. “how do i look?”
ni-ki’s eyes darken with desire as he takes in the sight of you. “you look good enough to eat,” he murmurs, pulling you close.
his lips find yours, and soon his hands are roaming your body, exploring every inch of you. “i want to taste every inch of you,” he whispers against your skin.
he starts licking and nibbling at the candies, savoring the sweet taste mixed with your skin. just as things are getting heated, the door swings open and jake walks in. his eyes widen in shock as he takes in the scene before him.
“uh... sorry,” he stammers, quickly backing out of the room.
you and ni-ki exchange a look of embarrassment before bursting into laughter. “well, that was awkward,” ni-ki says with a chuckle.
“yeah,” you agree, still giggling. “but at least we gave him a show.”
jake couldn’t resist teasing you both after that. every time he’s around , he’d make some comment about the candy bra. “hey, ni-ki, you gonna share some of that candy with the rest of us?” he’d say with a smirk.
ni-ki would just roll his eyes and laugh it off. “sorry, jake, this candy’s all mine,” he’d reply, pulling you closer.
He can feel your body trembling beneath him as he slides his dick out of your wet pussy. Your juices and his cum mix together, creating a messy, beautiful sight. But something is wrong. Your soft hiccups break the silence, and he realizes you're crying.
"Fuck, baby, I'm sorry. Did I hurt you?" he asks, concern lacing his voice. He reaches out to touch your shoulder, but you flinch away from him. He can see the tears streaming down your face, glistening in the soft light of the bedroom.
You had a fight earlier, a stupid argument about nothing. It escalated quickly, and before you knew it, you were in the bedroom, your clothes strewn across the floor. The sex was intense, passionate, but it was also angry. He had taken you roughly, not realizing how much pain he was causing you.
He moves to sit beside you, his hand hovering over your shoulder, unsure if he should touch you. "I didn't mean to hurt you, baby," he whispers, his voice filled with regret. "I got carried away. I'm sorry."
You look at him, your eyes red and puffy from crying. "I know," you say, your voice shaky. "I just... I didn't expect it to hurt so much."
He feels a pang of guilt in his chest. He had been so caught up in the moment—in the anger and the passion—that he had forgotten to be gentle.
He takes a deep breath, trying to calm the storm of emotions swirling inside him. "I promise I'll be more careful next time," he says softly, reaching out to gently stroke your hair. "I never want to hurt you."
You nod, sniffling as you wipe away your tears. "I know," you whisper. "I just need a moment."
He watches as you curl up on the bed, pulling the sheets around you like a protective cocoon. He feels helpless—unsure of how to make things right.
But he knows one thing for sure, he'll do whatever it takes to earn back your trust and make sure you're never in pain again.
He sits there for a moment longer before speaking again,“Can I hold?” You hesitate briefly before nodding, allowing him wrap his arms around tightly while resting you head against his chest
He notices the tension in your body as you settle into his arms, holding you gently but firmly, as if trying to reassure you. He’s aware of the weight of what has happened, and the last thing he ever wants is for you to feel hurt or unsafe again.
His hands slowly trace calming circles on your back, a silent apology in every touch. He’s no longer the person who made you cry; he’s the person determined to restore what he broke. He softly whispers, “I’m so sorry, and I’ll make sure this never happens again. I just want to make you feel safe and loved.”
You feel his breath steady against your forehead, the rhythm of his heartbeat grounding you in the moment. He gently asks, “What can I do right now to make you feel better? I’ll do whatever you need.”
He understands that the emotional recovery is just as important as the physical. He knows it’s going to take time—time for you to heal, and time for him to prove he’s committed to change. He makes a vow to listen more, to be more patient, and to pay attention to every boundary you set. The last thing he wants is for you to ever feel this way again.
For now, he simply holds you, giving you space to breathe, to process, and to feel safe in his arms.
The apartment is unbearably hot, the broken AC doing nothing to help. you’re sprawled on the couch in just a thin tank top and panties, lazily sucking on a melting popsicle when the door swings open. Jake steps inside, shirtless, sweat clinging to his toned body. His blond hair is damp, strands sticking to his forehead, and his eyes darken the second they land on you. His gaze drags over your bare legs, the way your top clings to your skin, and finally—the bright red popsicle slipping between your lips.
He shuts the door with a click, running his tongue along his bottom lip. "You’re really testing my patience, baby."
You blink up at him, feigning innocence. "What? It’s hot."
Jake exhales a sharp breath, shaking his head as he steps closer. Without another word, he drops onto the couch beside you, his arm stretching across the backrest, fingers lazily toying with a strand of your hair. "You’re enjoying that a little too much, don’t you think?" he murmurs, his voice low and teasing.
You take another slow, deliberate lick, eyes never leaving his. "It’s just a popsicle, Jake."
His smirk deepens. "Mm, sure it is."
Before you could react, he plucks the melting treat from your fingers, holding your gaze as he drags the ice-cold tip along your collarbone. The sudden contrast of temperature makes you gasp, your nipples hardening beneath the thin top. He drags the popsicle down between your breasts, leaving a sticky, cold trail in its wake.
"Jake..." you protest, your voice breathy as he leans in, pressing a kiss to your neck. His free hand slips beneath your tank top, palming your breast, his thumb flicking over your hard nipple. You arch into his touch, your body begging for more.
"You like that, baby?" he murmurs against your skin, his hot breath sending shivers down your spine. You nod, biting your lip as he moves down, his lips wrapping around your nipple through the thin fabric. You let out a soft moan, your hand moving to the back of his head, fingers tangling in his damp hair.
He pulls away, leaving you panting, and drags the popsicle down your stomach, the cold sensation making you squirm. He smirks, his eyes dark with desire as he pulls your panties aside, the cold tip of the popsicle teasing your clit. You let out a gasp, arching your back off the couch as he circles the sensitive bundle of nerves.
The cold popsicle against your clit is a shock to your system, making your hips buck involuntarily. Jake chuckles darkly, clearly enjoying the effect he has on you. “You like that, don’t you?” he murmurs, his voice dripping with smug satisfaction. He spread you open and try to shove it in you but you’re too tight. He smirks, “Looks like we need to loosen you up a bit.” He slides his finger inside you, as he rubs the tip of the popsicle to you clit “How’s that feel?” he asks, watching your reaction closely.
You moan softly as he curls his finger, hitting that sweet spot inside you. “Feels good, doesn’t it?” he taunts, adding another finger and stretching you open. The popsicle melts against your skin, the sticky sweetness mixing with your arousal.
He pulls his fingers out, leaving you on the edge. “Not yet, baby,” he smirks, licking your arousal off his fingers. You whimper, desperate for release. “Please,” you beg, your voice barely a whisper. He chuckles, leaning in to kiss you. “Let me cool you down, baby.” He says as he slides the popsicle along your lips. “Open wide babygirl.” he commands slowly gliding the popsicle on your mouth in a motion. Gradually get faster and faster,shoving it deeper down your throat. As he was standing before you he unzipped his pants and realising his already hard cock.
he throw the popsicle to the side and say, "Go on you know what to do babe" ,You lick his tip teasing him, collecting all the wetness in your mouth before you take all of him. "Arghh" he lets out soft slow moans as he react to your cold mouth on his dick.
He grips your hair, guiding you deeper, loving the way you struggle to take him all. His moans grow louder as he fucks your mouth with abandon. “Take it all, baby. I want to feel your throat tighten around me.” He's loving the way you're submitting to him. You pull back, gasping for air, your eyes watering as you look up at him. He smirks down at you, his thumb brushing over your swollen lips.
“Good girl,” he murmurs before pushing you back onto the couch and climbing on top of you.
His lips crash against yours, his tongue invading your mouth as he grinds his hips against yours.
You can feel his hard cock pressing against your core and moan into his mouth desperate for more.
He pulls back, eyes dark with desire as he looks down at you "I’m going fuck so hard that you forget all about the heat,” he promises while sliding himself inside inch by inch until fully seated within your tight wetness
He leans down, capturing your lips in a searing kiss as he begins to move. His thrusts are slow and deliberate at first, each one sending a wave of pleasure through your body. But soon, his pace quickens, and you find yourself lost in the rhythm of your bodies moving together. The heat is forgotten as you’re consumed by the intensity of his touch, the way he fills you completely
You can feel yourself getting closer and closer to the edge. You're moaning loudly now, your body trembling with pleasure. He reaches around and starts to rub your clit, and you explode with pleasure. You scream out his name as waves of pleasure wash over you.
He fucks you harder and faster, his hips slapping against yours. You can feel him getting closer and closer to the edge. Suddenly, You cry out, your body shaking as you come, your pussy pulsing around his dick as he fucks you through your orgasm. He groans, his thrusts becoming more erratic as he comes, filling you up with his hot seed.
He collapses on top of you,his heart pounding against your chest as you both struggle to catch your breath.
He pulls out slowly, watching as his cum drips out of you. He smirks, clearly satisfied with himself. “You’re a mess,” he murmurs, leaning down to press a soft kiss to your lips.
He pulls back, searching your eyes. “You good?” he asks, a hint of concern in his voice.
You nod, a small smile playing on your lips. “Yeah, just a little sore.” He chuckles, brushing a strand of hair from your face. “I’ll take care of you,” he promises.
Wraping his arms around you, pulling you close. You can feel his warmth, his heartbeat steady against your chest. “I could get used to this,” he whispers, nuzzling into your neck.
He reluctantly pulls away, grabbing a towel to clean you up. “Can’t have you dripping all over the place,” he teases, gently wiping away the mess. Once you’re both clean, he pulls you back into his arms, holding you close.
You've been trying to get his attention for what feels like hours. Your boyfriend, usually so attentive and present, is completely engrossed in his game. You can see the tension in his shoulders as he concentrates, his eyes flicking back and forth between the screen and the controller in his hands. You've tried everything - cuddling up next to him, whispering in his ear, even outright telling him that you need him - but he's having none of it. "Just one more game, babe," he says, not even looking at you.
Frustrated and horny, you decide to take matters into your own hands. You get up from the couch and head to the bathroom, closing the door behind you. You strip off your clothes, letting them fall to the floor in a heap. You run the water in the bathtub, letting it get nice and warm before you step in. The water feels amazing against your skin, and you can feel your muscles start to relax. You sit yourself down, legs spread as the running faucet vibrates against your clit. The sensation is electric, sending shivers up your spine. You let out a loud moan, your fingers trailing down to join in on the action.
Suddenly, the bathroom door opens and your boyfriend steps in. He's still holding his controller, his eyes wide as he takes in the sight of you in the bathtub, your hand between your legs. "I heard you moaning," he says, his voice husky with desire. "I couldn't resist."
He sets the controller down on the floor and starts to undress. He strips off his clothes, revealing his toned chest .His pants and boxers follow, leaving him completely naked and ready for action.
He steps into the tub with you, the water sloshing around as he moves. You can't help but admire his body, the way his muscles ripple under his skin.He moves you, now facing him legs spread
He reaches out and starts to touch you, his fingers sliding easily through the water and over your slick skin You let out a moan as he starts to rub your clit, your hips bucking up to meet his touch.
He leans down and starts to kiss you, his tongue exploring your mouth as his fingers continue to work their magic. You can feel yourself getting closer and closer to the edge, your breath coming in short, sharp gasps.
"Fuck, you're so wet," he says, breaking the kiss. "I have to have you."
He pulls his fingers out of you and positions himself at your entrance pushing inside as you gasp and arch your back. The feeling of him filling you up is almost too much to bear, and you can't help but cry out in pleasure.
He starts to move, slow at first, but quickly picking up the pace as he loses himself in the moment. You wrap your legs around his waist, pulling him deeper inside of you as he thrusts into you with abandon.
The water sloshes around you, adding to the sensation as it splashes against your skin. You can feel yourself getting closer and closer to the edge, your body tensing up as you approach your climax.
"Fuck, I'm gonna come," he groans, his thrusts becoming more erratic as he chases his own release.
You can feel yourself teetering on the edge, and with one final thrust, you're sent over the edge. Your body convulses around him as you come undone, your cries of pleasure echoing off the bathroom walls.
He follows soon after, burying himself deep inside of you as he finds his own release. You can feel him pulsing inside of you, filling you up with his warmth.
You both collapse back against the tub, panting and spent. He wraps his arms around you and pulls you close, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead.
"Sorry for ignoring you," he murmurs. "I'll make it up to you."
You smile and snuggle into his embrace, feeling content and satisfied. "I think you've already started," you reply with a wink.
Jake had planned to spend the weekend playing soccer with his friends. He’d been talking about it all week, making sure to clear his schedule and plan the perfect time to hang out with the guys.
Though you didn’t want to hold him back, you couldn’t help but feel a little extra clingy. Since this morning, as he looked so good in his jersey, getting ready with his boots and gear, your mind started to wander. You were ovulating, and seeing him like that only made it harder to let him go
He lay on the bed, all ready and waiting for the call to go, you couldn’t help it, finding yourself sitting on his lap. He put his phone down and said, "Hey baby, what's—"but you interrupted him with a kiss. As you deepened the kiss, you suddenly pulled away, leaving him in distress by the unexpected withdrawal.
You looked at him and softly asked, "Do you really have to go?" before resting your head on his shoulder. He smiled, brushing a strand of hair from your face, and chuckled. "I’ll be back, darling," he said, laughing softly.
You then got up, acting as if nothing had happened, leaving him lying there, puzzled and wondering. As you walked toward the bathroom. Within a few minutes you step out.
"You sure you still want to go play soccer?" You stood there drapped in a pink lingerie.Tilting your head to your side with a smirk on your face."You really don’t play fair, do you?" he murmured, his voice thick with desire.
He stepped closer, dark eyes full of lust. "I never said I played fair." He pulled you against him, hardness pressing into you. "Let's play a different game," he whispered hotly in your ear.
He lifted you onto the counter and spread your legs. "I'll show you unfair," he growled, fingers slipping under your panties. He exposed you fully. "I want to see you come undone," he said, teasing your clit.
"You're so wet for me," he murmured as he slid a finger inside you. "I can't wait to feel you around my cock." He pumped his fingers and flicked his tongue over your clit. "You taste so good," he said against your sensitive flesh.
You moaned and arched, close to the edge from his mouth and fingers. "Don't stop," you begged. Cruelly, he pulled back. "Not yet," he smirked, enjoying your aching need.
“I’m not done with you yet,” he said, a hint of mischief in his voice.
He scooped you up in his strong arms and carried you to the bed bridal-style. Carefully, he laid you down on the soft sheets, as he flipped you over onto your stomach and positioned himself behind you. You felt the tip of his cock teasing your entrance, and you pushed back against him eagerly.
“Impatient, are we?” he chuckled before thrusting into you in one swift motion.
You cried out at the sensation of being filled so completely, and he gave you a moment to adjust before starting to move.
His pace was slow at first, but it didn’t take long for him to pick up speed. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room as he pounded into you mercilessly.
“Fuck… I’m gonna cum,” you moaned breathlessly.
“Do it,” he growled in your ear. “Cum all over my cock.”
That was all it took to push you over the edge once more. Your body convulsed around him as pleasure washed over you in waves.
He wasn’t far behind, with a few more hard thrusts, he buried himself deep inside of you and came with a low groan.
You lay there, tangled in each other, basking in the afterglow. "Guess I missed soccer," he chuckled breathlessly. You grinned, tracing lazy circles on his chest. "Worth it?" you asked playfully. He kissed your forehead tenderly. "Every second."
Ni-ki knew you’d been hinting for a flower. You’d dropped subtle hints like, “I mean, flowers are nice, don’t you think?” or “A bouquet would be cute sometime.” But he also knew you didn’t like them. You’d made that clear a hundred times.
So, instead of just getting you a regular old bouquet like a normal boyfriend, Ni-ki decided to get creative.
One day, he walked in, holding something behind his back with that devilish grin. "Hey babe, I got you something special!"
You raised an eyebrow. “Please don’t tell me it’s another one of your weird ‘thoughtful’ gifts.”
He pulled out... a cauliflower.
You stared at it, absolutely dumbfounded. “What. Is. That?”
“A flower,” Ni-ki said proudly, holding it out like it was a rose. “For you.”
You blinked twice. “A cauliflower? You’re joking, right?”
He shrugged. “You don’t like flowers, so I thought, ‘Why not make it a vegetable?’ It’s more... you.”
You couldn’t even hold back the laughter. “So now we’re giving cauliflower bouquets? What’s next? A carrot corsage?” you teased, your tone light, but there was something playful in your eyes as you watched him, his grin never fading.
Ni-ki, clearly enjoying your reaction, stepped forward and held out the cauliflower, his mischievous grin still in place. "Hey, it’s unique," he said with a shrug, like he was presenting you the most thoughtful gift in the world.
You stepped closer to him, your eyes locked on his as you watched him hold the cauliflower out to you with that grin. "Alright," you said, your voice smooth and teasing, "this kiss? It’s for the cauliflower."
Without giving him a chance to respond, you leaned in and pressed a quick kiss to his cheek, feeling the warmth of his skin beneath your lips.
"That," you whispered, "is for the cauliflower."
He stood there, eyes wide, clearly a little caught off guard. "Wait... that's it?" he asked, his voice a little breathless.
You grinned, teasing him with your eyes. "Oh, a flower will get you more than that," you said with a wink.
He stared at you for a moment, a mixture of amusement and determination crossing his face. "Guess I know what I need to do then," he said, stepping back, ready to rise to the challenge.
You couldn’t help but laugh in excitement as Ni-ki’s expression shifted from playful to determined. Without a word, he turned on his heel and rushed out the door, practically sprinting.
You stood there for a second, grinning from ear to ear. The sheer speed at which he bolted out the door caught you completely off guard, and you couldn’t help but laugh, shaking your head. “Guess he’s serious,” you muttered to yourself, still smiling.
Still groggy, you shuffled into the living room, rubbing one eye with the back of your hand while the other remained half-lidded. Your loose tank top clung to you body in the laziest way possible, barely covering anything needed to be covered as its sheer thin fabric exposed your hard nipples due to the coldness. With you on was an underwear that rode low on your hips, accentuating your curves. Every step felt sluggish, your limbs still heavy and aching from last night’s intimacy, but you hardly cared—your only thought was finding Heeseung. Warm, familiar Heeseung, who had cruelly abandoned you in bed, leaving you to wake up sore, sensitive, and needy.
A sleepy pout tugged at your lips as you let out a soft whine. “Hee, where’d you—”
And then you froze.
Your sluggish brain took an extra second to process what you were seeing.
Heeseung wasn’t alone.
Jake was sitting on the couch.
Talking to him.
And now… staring at you.
For a painfully long moment, silence filled the room. Your hand was still mid-rub against your eye, hair a mess, lips still slightly swollen from sleep. Completely oblivious to the fact that you’d just waltzed in practically half-naked in front of Heeseung’s best friend.
Jake’s gaze flickered—down, then up, then everywhere except directly at you. His throat bobbed. “Oh. Uh. Morning?
Heeseung shot up from his seat in an instant. His eyes landed on you, widening for a split second before a mix of amusement and urgency crossed his face. Before you could react, he was already in front of you, his hands slipping beneath your thighs as he effortlessly lifted you off the ground. Your legs instinctively wrapped around his waist, your arms settling around his shoulders for balance.
He let out a quiet chuckle, shaking his head as he carried you toward the bedroom. “Tsk. Look at you, walking around like this.”
Heat crept up your neck as you buried your face against his shoulder. “Not my fault you left me alone.”
“Mm,” he hummed, nudging the door open with his foot. “Didn’t think you’d come looking like this.”
His grip tightened just slightly, fingers pressing into your skin, before he stepped inside and kicked the door shut behind him.
His chest rose and fell beneath you, arms still wrapped around your body as the muffled sound of Jake’s footsteps retreated outside.
For a second, neither of you spoke. The only sound was your breathing, the lingering heat of embarrassment burning between you.
Then, Heeseung sighed, finally loosening his grip just enough to let you slide down against him until your feet touched the floor. His hands stayed at your waist, fingers pressing into your skin as he studied your flustered expression.
“ Good morning, I guess,” he murmured, voice laced with amusement.
You groaned, burying your face in his chest. “No. That was not a good morning. That was the worst morning of my life.”
He chuckled, his arms tightening around you. “Mmm. Could’ve been worse.”
You pulled back, scowling. “How?”
He smirked. “You could’ve come out naked.”
Your stomach dropped. You shoved at his chest with a mortified gasp. “Heeseung!”
He laughed, catching your wrists with ease and pulling you right back against him. “What? Just saying.”
You smacked him again, but the heat in your cheeks refused to cool. “Kick Jake out. Right now.”
Heeseung hummed, as if considering it. Then he leaned down, lips brushing against the shell of your ear as he whispered, “Only if you kiss me first.”
You huffed but gave in, pressing a quick, irritated peck to his lips.
He grinned. “That’s more like it.”
Just as he turned toward the door, Jake’s muffled voice rang out one last time—
“Hey, for what it’s worth, at least now I know why Heeseung never lets anyone crash here.”
Your eyes widened in horror. “Kick him out. Right now.”
Heeseung snorted, shaking his head as he reached for the doorknob. “Already on it.”
You should have known better than to agree to Ni-ki’s little game.
The moment he pulled you onto his lap before leaving the dorm, whispering in your ear about a fun little challenge for the night, you should have stopped him. But now, sitting on the couch in the middle of the living room—surrounded by his members—you were regretting every choice that led to this moment.
Because inside you, humming softly, was the small toy Ni-ki had insisted on putting in before you left the bedroom. And in his hand, tucked casually in his hoodie pocket, was the remote.
He hadn’t used it yet. But the way he was sitting next to you, long legs stretched out, arm slung lazily around your shoulders—oh, he was just waiting for the right moment.
You tried to focus on the conversation, tried to act normal as Jungwon and Sunoo argued about which movie to put on. But then—
A sudden pulse shot through you, low and deep, and your breath caught in your throat.
Your body stiffened. Ni-ki didn’t even look at you.
He only dragged his fingers lightly along your arm, pretending to be interested in the debate happening in front of him. But you could feel the way his body vibrated slightly—he was holding back a laugh.
Asshole.
Swallowing hard, you shifted slightly, pressing your thighs together in a desperate attempt to dull the sensation. Big mistake. The movement only made it worse, pushing the toy deeper, and you had to bite your lip to stop the small whimper threatening to slip out.
Ni-ki leaned in slightly, voice barely above a whisper. “Something wrong, baby?”
Your nails dug into your palms. “Turn it off,” you hissed under your breath.
He exhaled a quiet laugh, tapping the remote through his hoodie. “But we’re just getting started.”
And then, without warning, he turned the setting higher.
A sharp jolt of pleasure shot through you, and you had to clamp your hand over your mouth, disguising it as a cough.
Jungwon glanced over. “You okay?”
You forced a nod, throat tight. “Y-Yeah. Just—dry throat.”
Ni-ki hummed beside you, barely sparing you a glance as he lazily tapped the remote in his pocket. “Maybe you should go get some water then.”
His voice was casual, but the way his fingers trailed lightly along your thigh told a different story. He wasn’t suggesting—he was daring you.
You clenched your jaw, shooting him a glare, but he only smirked. Then, with a subtle flick of his fingers—
A sharp pulse shot through you, stronger than before. Your breath hitched, legs pressing together instinctively.
Ni-ki leaned in, his lips brushing just against your ear. “Go on, baby,” he whispered, voice dripping with amusement. “Let’s see if you can walk.”
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