okay… so tyun noticed this started even before you arrived at the beach, skimpy ass bikini set he never saw you buy or show him before, but he doesn’t say anything and just eyes you through his sunglasses because it really doesn’t bother him. he only comments when you give him a twirl and ask him how you look, flinging your packed out beach bag over his shoulder and planting a kiss on your forehead. “i like it,” he murmurs before he’s gently nudging you to continue getting ready with a pat on your overly exposed ass.
“mhm, you look good baby, c’mon..” it’s hard to tell his true expression with the dark shades covering half his face but you’re not one to back down, onto the next method of teasing with a grin on your face as you’re practically skipping out the door.
in the car ride to the beach, you’re shifting around in the passenger seat as he’s pulling into an empty slot in the public parking lot. he’s silent but he’s watching you from his peripheral as you raise your hips and shift down your jean shorts in such a slow manner, kicking them off and throwing them in the backseat. he doesn’t say anything but he catches the small glimpse of a smile on your face to realize right then and there that this was all on purpose, that you’re planning something. yet, he stays quiet as you both demount all the beach stuff, waiting for you to just pull off your (his) loose t-shirt from your body and throw it into the car before he locks it.
and it doesn’t stop there, even after he finished setting up your post near the crashing waves and securing the beach umbrella for you, freezing to watch you untie the stringed knot of your bikini top and ask with the softest voice for help, handing him the sunscreen bottle with a small pout on your lips. tyun never denies your needs, getting closer when you’re done settling stomach down on the blanket, open back facing the sun and his wondering eyes. his hands feel so slippery with sunscreen and perfect and heavy against your entire back, not even pressing as harsh as they would for you to be making those noises. or for you to elongate your entire torso as if you were a stretching cat, squirming underneath his passing touch. “mmhhh, thank you, baby.” your muffled voice is dripping with a teasing tone, amusement and fluttery after he swipes the last of the sunscreen on his hands over the back of your thighs.
even when you drag him into the water with you after a while of just sunbathing, clinging onto him with your arms wrapped around his neck as the waves roll your bodies together. your fingers swipe off water droplets from the side of his neck as your legs easily wrap around his waist underneath the water.
in typical tyun fashion, he stays quiet, not once changing his mannerism or allowing his mood to show on his face, even after the eventful day in the beach and when you’re already on the way back home. he agrees with you when you say to leave everything in the car, to deal with it later, because you’re incredibly tired to unpack anything and you wanna just shower off the salt. it’s so subtle, it has you thinking nonetheless but his mind is already made up with a plan he conjured on the drive back..
you don’t know how you got here, clutching around his neck for dear life and moans echoing loud within the bathroom as he snaps his hips harder into you, legs wrapping tighter around his waist. it’s slippery, head tipped back against the shower tiles, body sliding effortlessly against the wall with each audible plap. you wonder why he decided to wait until he closes the bathroom door to push you in the shower (after your little show of bending down in front of him to open the water faucet). maybe because taehyun is a man of restraint, until it fucking snaps. he didn’t even wait when he turned you around and pressed you against the wall, pulling the thin strings of your so called bathing suit apart to reveal your perked nipples, grabbing your thigh and pushing them further apart to slot himself in. not a care in his world about the water trickling off his body and spraying onto yours as he pushes the thin fabric of your bottoms aside, landing a rough smack onto your exposed pussy as your claws dig into his thick biceps for support. the small yelp that squeezes passed your lips was comical.
“you fucking minx, you wanted this from the very beginning and thought i wouldn’t notice?” he murmurs, tone not rough and apathetic, but leaving no room for any bratty retort. “no, but you knew i would notice. you wanted me to notice.”
you whimper when taehyun suddenly, and roughly, shoves his fingers into your mouth after they swiped over your drooling slit, yanking them back out before you could even try sucking on them. they trail low like his voice as he continues, “you wouldn’t have cared if i fucked you right there at the beach, you wanted me to like the desperate slut you are, right? is that what you wanted?”
he’s right, and he knows how much you hate to say it, so he’ll press it out of you.
he takes your whimper as a yes, even if it was a pair with a shake of your head, sinking his lithe fingers even if you were a clenching mess. the stretch burns so good, hand clutching his wrist but he yanks it away and pins it on the wall next to your head.
a gasp, “tyun—”
“tyun??” he mocks, same tone, same pitch and it has heat curling in your belly. “what do you want your tyunnie to do, hm?” his fingers curl and you’re raising on your tippy toes from how accurate they punch, right on that gummy spot, found so easily. “to fuck you? i think you want tyun to fuck this brattiness shit out of you, right?” his sharp teeth nibble at your earlobe, you have no choice but to nod quickly this time when he pulls away to stare at you with expectation.
okay so that’s how you got here, hands pulling his face into your neck from the grip you had on his wet locks, feeling his teeth sink into your shoulder and the stupid gusset of your bath suit bottoms dig into your thigh. at some point does his hand reach back from the wall to clasp around your lips and muffle your moans, you’re on cloud nine, eyes rolling back as your body freezes from the toe curling orgasm he pulls out of you, him not following too far behind after.
his hand slides off your mouth, and as you’re both catching your breaths, he presses you firmly against the wall knowing you’ll fall limp on your own if he doesn’t hold you up for the first few seconds. cock throbbing deep within your tight walls, he nudges impossibly deeper as he pulls away his upper body, to assess your state. you’re an absolute mess but he doesn’t miss the the lazy, cocky smile that settles on your raw lips. full of nothing but pure satisfaction and smugness. a scoff huffs from his mouth as you lick your lips, hooded eyes still staring at him. tyun shakes his head, carefully moving you underneath the spraying water to get properly washed, thinking about how he’ll deal with you again later with a soft smile. and you’re giggling, still basking in your post glow relief.
he ended up falling for your trick, and you got exactly what you wanted. :)
could u do jake eating out shy virgin reader who’s never done this before and him just praising her a lot and being gentle and slow and talking through it
warnings: established relationship, fingering, oral (f rec), virginity (first time receiving oral), extreme gentleness, praise, use of petnames.
jake can tell how nervous you are the second your back hits the mattress.
your hands keep fidgeting with the hem of your shirt. your thighs are pressed together like you’re trying to make yourself smaller. every time he kisses you, soft and unhurried, you make these tiny, shaky sounds against his mouth that go straight to his chest.
he pulls back just enough to look at you properly. his eyes are soft. patient.
“hey,” he murmurs, brushing a strand of hair away from your face. “we can stop whenever. you know that, right? nothing happens unless you want it to.”
you nod, cheeks already burning. “i want to. i just… i’ve never done anything like this before.”
jake’s expression softens even more. he leans down and presses a lingering kiss to your forehead, then the tip of your nose, then your lips again.
“i know, baby. that’s why we’re going slow. i’m gonna take care of you.” he shifts so he’s lying beside you instead of over you, giving you space while still staying close. “can i take this off?” he asks, fingers lightly tugging at your shirt.
you swallow and lift your arms. he undresses you carefully, like you’re something precious, pausing after every piece to check your face. when you’re finally bare in front of him, you instinctively try to cover yourself. jake gently catches your wrists and kisses each one.
“don’t hide. you’re so pretty it makes me a little stupid, you know that?” his voice is low and honest. “look at you. soft everywhere. perfect.”
the praise makes your stomach flip. he notices the way your breath hitches and smiles, small and private.
he starts with your neck. slow open-mouthed kisses that travel down to your collarbones, then lower. when he reaches your breasts he takes his time, licking and sucking gently, learning what makes you squirm. every little reaction earns more soft words.
“that’s it… just like that. you’re doing so well for me already.”
by the time he settles between your legs, your heart is hammering so hard you can feel it in your throat. jake notices. he presses a kiss to the inside of your knee and looks up at you through his lashes.
“still okay?”
“yeah,” you whisper. “just nervous.”
“i know. i’ve got you.” he nuzzles against your inner thigh, breathing you in. “i’m gonna go really slow. if anything feels weird or too much, you tell me right away. i’ll stop. no questions.”
you nod again. jake smiles against your skin, then gently coaxes your thighs further apart. the first brush of his tongue against you is so light you almost think you imagined it. a soft, warm drag through your folds that makes your hips twitch in surprise.
“easy,” he soothes, hands settling on your thighs to keep you open. “just feeling you. you taste so good already, baby.”
he licks you again, still barely there, getting you used to the sensation. every pass of his tongue is deliberate and gentle. when he finally circles your clit for the first time, your whole body jolts. a tiny, broken sound leaves your mouth.
jake groans softly like the sound itself is a gift. “there she is. that’s my girl. feels nice?”
“y-yes…”
“good. i’m gonna keep going right here, okay? nice and slow.”
he keeps his word. his tongue works over your clit in soft, steady strokes, never too fast, never too much pressure. every time your thighs try to close he rubs soothing circles into them and murmurs more praise.
“you’re doing perfect. just breathe and feel it. let me make you feel good.”
when he sucks gently, your back arches off the bed. jake hums in approval, the vibration making your toes curl. one of his hands leaves your thigh so he can lace his fingers through yours, giving you something to hold onto.
“that’s it, squeeze my hand if you need to. you’re so sensitive… so sweet. i could stay down here for hours.”
you’re trembling now, overwhelmed in the best way. the wet sounds of his mouth on you feel filthy and intimate at the same time. jake notices when your breathing starts to pick up and eases back just a little, pressing soft kisses to your inner thighs until you settle again.
“still with me?”
“mhmm.”
“can i use my fingers too? just one. i’ll go slow.”
you hesitate only a second before nodding. jake rewards you with another soft kiss right over your clit, then carefully slides a single finger inside you. the stretch is new but not painful — just full, strange and a bit warm. he keeps his mouth gentle on your clit while he works the finger in and out, curling it slightly to find the spot that makes your breath stutter.
“oh— jake—”
“i know, baby. i know. you’re taking it so well. look at you… letting me touch you like this for the first time. so brave. so good for me.”
the combination of his tongue and that careful finger slowly builds something tight and glowing low in your stomach. jake talks you through every second of it.
“you’re getting close, aren’t you? i can feel you clenching around my finger. it’s okay. you can let go. i want you to come on my tongue, sweetheart. wanna feel it.”
your free hand flies to his hair. he doesn’t stop you. he just keeps the same steady rhythm, soft suction on your clit, finger stroking that perfect spot inside you, voice low and encouraging the whole time.
“that’s my girl… come on. let me have it. you’re safe. i’ve got you.”
the orgasm rolls through you in strong, shocking waves. you cry out softly, thighs trembling around his head, hand tightening in his hair. jake moans against you like you’re the best thing he’s ever tasted and works you through it with the same gentleness, only slowing when you start to twitch from sensitivity.
he presses one last lingering kiss to your clit before moving up your body, wiping his mouth on the back of his hand. his eyes are dark and soft all at once when he looks at you.
“you did so well,” he whispers, brushing damp hair away from your face. “so beautiful when you come. i’m so proud of you.”
you’re still trying to catch your breath, eyes shiny, body loose and warm. jake gathers you into his arms and pulls the blanket over both of you, tucking you against his chest. one hand strokes up and down your back while he presses kisses to your temple.
“how do you feel?” he asks quietly.
“…good,” you manage. “really good. a little shy still.”
jake smiles into your hair. “that’s okay, baby. shy is cute on you.” he tips your chin up and kisses you soft and slow, letting you taste yourself on his tongue. “thank you for trusting me with that. with you.”
you bury your face against his neck, smiling despite the embarrassment. jake just holds you tighter, still murmuring quiet praise against your skin, still gentle, still perfectly patient.
for your first time, you decide, you couldn’t have asked for anyone better.
"Just sit on it." He speaks, loud and clear, unmistakable yet, you hesitate. Not because you don't want to but... "What if you can't breathe? What if I kill you-? What if I-.. Oh fuck~."
"I'd die a happy man baby.." Heeseung mutters out from under you, his lips pressing between your legs. He's pulled you down on him, right over his face. Hands on your thighs, his silver rings cooling on the skin yet leaving an imprint as well.
"Rub yourself on my nose baby, fuck, please." He mutters again, darting his tongue out to get a taste of just how wet you are for him, he pushes his face into you even more, making sure his beautiful sharp nose presses into your clit, the friction, his voice.. It almost undoes you right there. Your body clenches around nothing as your lips part in a moan.
Your hands tangle in his hair as he moves you, skilled hands pulling, pushing, guiding you to ride his face and rub yourself on his nose, his tongue lapping around your opening, even pushing slightly inside, making your eyelids flutter. Your hands desperately pull at his dark blonde strands. "That's it.. Let me make you come.. Fuck, let me feel it." Heeseung's hips lift a little. He can feel it, he feels his cock twitch, his boxers already wet with pre-cum in desperation, but making himself feel good is the last thing on his mind, he knows when you get there, he's gonna come in his pants.
Your hips begin to move on their own, the knot in your stomach tightening with his tongue prodding and pushing, he rubs his nose into your clit harder, inhales a little, he's gone for you.
"Hee.. Heeseung~.. I'm.. I'm.. I'm gonna fucking cum~." You mewl, hands tugging at the strands.
"That's.. That's it my perfect girl, let go for me.. Hm? Make a mess of my face~." His hips buck again as you let go. Your thighs shake, locking his head between them a little tighter, he's exactly where he wants to be. Smile on his lips, face burried into your pussy as deep as he can get. The man grips your legs tight, rings digging in harder, leaving marks as he groans from deep within his throat, he comes too. Like a fucking teenager, coming in his pants because his girl is fucking his face.
sypnosis when YN LN is abandoned by her father, the day after her 19th birthday, leaving her with only a big envelope of money, her birth certificate and a set of cassettes, she goes on an odyssey through the country side to find her estranged mother, meeting a simple drifter on the way, who shares the same dark urges involving blood and flesh as she does.
content warning cannibalism, blood and gore, murder, smooching, age gap (19 and 22) . . . (+tba)
estimated release date: late august — early/mid september
estimated word count: 40-50k,
. . . teaser word count: 1.2k
this is a piece of fiction and does not reflect on any real life names mentioned in the story. this work is also based off of the 2015 novel, and the 2022 movie 'Bones and All'. I cut some parts out, and mixed some ideas from both the book and the movie.
Yoo Jimin wanted a baby of her own someday. That’s what you figured, because she was only supposed to watch you for an hour and a half, and obviously she loved you a little too much. You remember how she would always hum a lullaby, fondle each tiny finger and toe, kiss your cheeks and stroked down your little baby hairs, blowing on your hair as if she was making a wish on a dandelion gone to seed. You had your teeth but you were too small to swallow the bones, so when your father came home he found them in a messy pile on the red, rugged living room carpet.
The last time your father had looked at Yoo Jimin she'd still had a face. You know he screamed, because anyone would have. When you were older he told you he thought your babysitter had been the victim of a satanic cult. He'd stumbled upon stranger things in his own workplace, he said.
It wasn’t a cult. If it had been, they would have snatched you up and done unspeakable things to you. It was a scene your father couldn't ever forget, his daughter, asleep on the floor beside the bone pile, tears still drying on your fat cheeks and blood wet and dripping around your mouth. You loathed yourself even then.
Even when your father noticed the gore down the front of your innocent looking denim overalls, even when he registered the blood on your face, he chose not to see it. When he gently parted your lips and put his forefinger inside, fathers are the strongest creatures, and yours was the strongest of all, he found something hard between your gums. He had fiddled with it, urging it out and peering at it. Yoo Jimin's eardrum.
Yoo Jimin lived in your apartment complex, across the courtyard. She’d lived alone and worked odd jobs, so no one would miss her for days. That was the first time you had to pick up and move in a hurry, and you often wonder if your father had an inkling then how efficient he’d become. The last time you moved he packed up in twelve minutes flat.
Not so long ago, you asked him about Yoo Jimin— What did she look like? Where was she from? How old was she? Was she nice? You were in the car, but not on the way to a new city. You both never talked about what you’d done right after you did it.
“What do you want to know all this for, YN?” he sighed, massaging across the lines of his forehead with his thumb and forefinger.
“I just do.”
“She had black hair. Long black hair, and she always wore it loose. She was still young, she was still a student, she moved away from her family to complete college in that city. She was very pleasant.” Then your dad's voice snagged on a memory he hadn’t wanted to find. “I remember how her face lit up when I asked if she could watch you that day.” He looked angry as he brushed the tears away with the back of his hand. Small tears, barely noticeable but they were there. “See? There’s no point thinking about these things when there’s nothing you can do to change any of it. What’s done is done.”
You thought for a minute. “Dad?”
“Yeah?”
“What did you do with the bones?”
He took so long to reply that you were beginning to feel afraid of the answer. Your eyes drifted towards the window where you watch the outside before finally, he spoke, in a tone that shook “There are some things I’m never going to tell you no matter how many times you ask.”
Your father was kind to you. He never said things about what you did or what you are.
Your father was gone. He’d gotten up while it was still dark, packed a few things, and left in the car. He didn’t love you anymore.
The day before this. On the day you turned 19, your father came in singing. It was a Saturday, and you had planned a day full of fun. You hugged your pillow tightly to your chest “You sing horrible, dad!” He flung the curtains wide open. You watch his eyes close in delight as he gently smiles at the sunshine. “Do I?” “Yes..”
He laughed, plopping himself down at the foot of your bed, placing a rough palm on your knee and rubbing “Happy birthday, YN.” You hadn’t seen him that happy in a long time.
Waking up that morning had felt like a completely different experience. Like a whole other world. You couldn't get a whiff of coffee, and you couldn't hear your father's footsteps echoing across the entire apartment.
You drag yourself out of bed, exhausted, but content at the day prior, freshly 19. You trudge down the hall, finding a piece of ripped paper sitting on the table.
I’m your father and I love you but I can’t do this anymore.
How could he? There was no way he was gone, right?
You looked down at your hands, eyes moving to the tip of your fingers, down to the bottom of your palm, like they didn’t belong to you. Nothing did: not the chair you sank into, not the table you laid your forehead on, not the window you stared through. Not even your own father.
You didn’t understand. You hadn’t done the bad thing in more than six months. He was all settled into his brand new job and you both liked this apartment. None of this made sense.
You find the strength to get up and run into his bedroom, finding the sheets and comforter still on the bed. It seems he’d left other things too. On the nightstand, paperback novels he’d already read. In the bathroom, almost-empty bottles of soap and shampoo. A few flannels hung up in his closet, the old and slightly torn ones that would normally be donated to the thrift. You left stuff like this whenever you moved, but this time you were one of the things he’d left behind.
Trembling, You went back into the kitchen and read the note again. You could easily read the things he'd wanted to write.
I can’t protect you anymore, YN. A 19 year old is capable of finding her own path in life, without the help of her father.
If you only knew how many times I thought about turning you in, having you locked up so you could never do it again …
If you only knew how I hate myself for bringing you into the world
You did know. And you should have known when he took you out for your birthday, because it was too special not to have been the last thing you’d do together. That was how he’d planned it.
Thinking about it, you had only ever been a burden to him. A burden and a horror. All this time he’d done what he’d done because he was afraid of you.
Then you noticed something else on the table: a thick white envelope. You didn’t have to open it to know there was money inside. Your stomach turned over. You got up and stumbled right out of that kitchen.
You find yourself burrowed under your father's comforter, and curled up as tight as you could. You didn’t know what else to do. You wanted to sleep it off, to wake up and find it undone.
You couldn’t sleep in an empty apartment. You couldn’t cry either, because he hadn’t left you anything to cry over. If he loved it, he took it with him.
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sypnosis when YN LN is abandoned by her father, the day after her 19th birthday, leaving her with only a big envelope of money, her birth certificate and a set of cassettes, she goes on an odyssey through the country side to find her estranged mother, meeting a simple drifter on the way, who shares the same dark urges involving blood and flesh as she does.
content warning cannibalism, blood and gore, murder, smooching, age gap (19 and 22) . . . (+tba)
estimated release date: late august — early/mid september
estimated word count: 40-50k,
. . . teaser word count: 1.2k
this is a piece of fiction and does not reflect on any real life names mentioned in the story. this work is also based off of the 2015 novel, and the 2022 movie 'Bones and All'. I cut some parts out, and mixed some ideas from both the book and the movie.
Yoo Jimin wanted a baby of her own someday. That’s what you figured, because she was only supposed to watch you for an hour and a half, and obviously she loved you a little too much. You remember how she would always hum a lullaby, fondle each tiny finger and toe, kiss your cheeks and stroked down your little baby hairs, blowing on your hair as if she was making a wish on a dandelion gone to seed. You had your teeth but you were too small to swallow the bones, so when your father came home he found them in a messy pile on the red, rugged living room carpet.
The last time your father had looked at Yoo Jimin she'd still had a face. You know he screamed, because anyone would have. When you were older he told you he thought your babysitter had been the victim of a satanic cult. He'd stumbled upon stranger things in his own workplace, he said.
It wasn’t a cult. If it had been, they would have snatched you up and done unspeakable things to you. It was a scene your father couldn't ever forget, his daughter, asleep on the floor beside the bone pile, tears still drying on your fat cheeks and blood wet and dripping around your mouth. You loathed yourself even then.
Even when your father noticed the gore down the front of your innocent looking denim overalls, even when he registered the blood on your face, he chose not to see it. When he gently parted your lips and put his forefinger inside, fathers are the strongest creatures, and yours was the strongest of all, he found something hard between your gums. He had fiddled with it, urging it out and peering at it. Yoo Jimin's eardrum.
Yoo Jimin lived in your apartment complex, across the courtyard. She’d lived alone and worked odd jobs, so no one would miss her for days. That was the first time you had to pick up and move in a hurry, and you often wonder if your father had an inkling then how efficient he’d become. The last time you moved he packed up in twelve minutes flat.
Not so long ago, you asked him about Yoo Jimin— What did she look like? Where was she from? How old was she? Was she nice? You were in the car, but not on the way to a new city. You both never talked about what you’d done right after you did it.
“What do you want to know all this for, YN?” he sighed, massaging across the lines of his forehead with his thumb and forefinger.
“I just do.”
“She had black hair. Long black hair, and she always wore it loose. She was still young, she was still a student, she moved away from her family to complete college in that city. She was very pleasant.” Then your dad's voice snagged on a memory he hadn’t wanted to find. “I remember how her face lit up when I asked if she could watch you that day.” He looked angry as he brushed the tears away with the back of his hand. Small tears, barely noticeable but they were there. “See? There’s no point thinking about these things when there’s nothing you can do to change any of it. What’s done is done.”
You thought for a minute. “Dad?”
“Yeah?”
“What did you do with the bones?”
He took so long to reply that you were beginning to feel afraid of the answer. Your eyes drifted towards the window where you watch the outside before finally, he spoke, in a tone that shook “There are some things I’m never going to tell you no matter how many times you ask.”
Your father was kind to you. He never said things about what you did or what you are.
Your father was gone. He’d gotten up while it was still dark, packed a few things, and left in the car. He didn’t love you anymore.
The day before this. On the day you turned 19, your father came in singing. It was a Saturday, and you had planned a day full of fun. You hugged your pillow tightly to your chest “You sing horrible, dad!” He flung the curtains wide open. You watch his eyes close in delight as he gently smiles at the sunshine. “Do I?” “Yes..”
He laughed, plopping himself down at the foot of your bed, placing a rough palm on your knee and rubbing “Happy birthday, YN.” You hadn’t seen him that happy in a long time.
Waking up that morning had felt like a completely different experience. Like a whole other world. You couldn't get a whiff of coffee, and you couldn't hear your father's footsteps echoing across the entire apartment.
You drag yourself out of bed, exhausted, but content at the day prior, freshly 19. You trudge down the hall, finding a piece of ripped paper sitting on the table.
I’m your father and I love you but I can’t do this anymore.
How could he? There was no way he was gone, right?
You looked down at your hands, eyes moving to the tip of your fingers, down to the bottom of your palm, like they didn’t belong to you. Nothing did: not the chair you sank into, not the table you laid your forehead on, not the window you stared through. Not even your own father.
You didn’t understand. You hadn’t done the bad thing in more than six months. He was all settled into his brand new job and you both liked this apartment. None of this made sense.
You find the strength to get up and run into his bedroom, finding the sheets and comforter still on the bed. It seems he’d left other things too. On the nightstand, paperback novels he’d already read. In the bathroom, almost-empty bottles of soap and shampoo. A few flannels hung up in his closet, the old and slightly torn ones that would normally be donated to the thrift. You left stuff like this whenever you moved, but this time you were one of the things he’d left behind.
Trembling, You went back into the kitchen and read the note again. You could easily read the things he'd wanted to write.
I can’t protect you anymore, YN. A 19 year old is capable of finding her own path in life, without the help of her father.
If you only knew how many times I thought about turning you in, having you locked up so you could never do it again …
If you only knew how I hate myself for bringing you into the world
You did know. And you should have known when he took you out for your birthday, because it was too special not to have been the last thing you’d do together. That was how he’d planned it.
Thinking about it, you had only ever been a burden to him. A burden and a horror. All this time he’d done what he’d done because he was afraid of you.
Then you noticed something else on the table: a thick white envelope. You didn’t have to open it to know there was money inside. Your stomach turned over. You got up and stumbled right out of that kitchen.
You find yourself burrowed under your father's comforter, and curled up as tight as you could. You didn’t know what else to do. You wanted to sleep it off, to wake up and find it undone.
You couldn’t sleep in an empty apartment. You couldn’t cry either, because he hadn’t left you anything to cry over. If he loved it, he took it with him.
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synopsis ᵎᵎ y/n has always known heeseung, her older brother’s best friend, who was a constant presence in her life growing up. now 20, despite her growing attraction to him, heeseung sticks to his rule of keeping her off-limits, honouring his promise to never cross the line of dating his best friend’s little sister. however, she’s no longer the little girl she once was.
warnings ᵎᵎ dry humping, hand job, nipple play, first time, p in v, unprotected sex (don’t do!), soft dom, profanity
the summer heat clings to the pavement outside, but the backyard is a sanctuary of cold drinks and loud music. the smell of charcoal and seared meat fills the air. jake stands by the grill, flipping burgers with an intensity that suggests he thinks he’s a professional chef. he laughs, shouting something about the secret seasoning to a group of his friends.
you float in the cool blue water of the pool, the chlorine stinging your eyes slightly. chaewon and haerin are beside you, their voices a blur of gossip and giggles. you can feel a gaze on you and you turn your head slowly.
heeseung sits on the edge of a lounge chair, a cold soda in his hand. he isn't talking to anyone. his eyes are locked on you, tracking the way the water beads on your shoulders. when you catch him, he doesn't look away immediately. his expression is unreadable, a mix of something heavy and hungry. then, he blinks and shifts his focus to his drink, a small, tight smile playing on his lips.
"he’s totally staring at you," chaewon whispers, splashing you.
"no he’s not," you reply, though your heart skips. "he’s just zoning out."
"like he wants to eat you alive?," haerin adds with a smirk.
you dive under the water to hide the blush creeping up your neck. heeseung has been a fixture in your life since you were a kid. he’s like an older brother, one you actually like, the one who taught you how to play video games and shared his snacks when jake was being a brat. but lately, the air between you two feels thick. it feels like a string stretched too tight, waiting for one of you to pull it.
── .✦
an hour later, the party is still humming, but you find heeseung in the kitchen. he’s holding his hand, a small piece of gauze pressed against a bleeding cut on his palm.
"what happened?" you ask, stepping closer.
"stupid can opener," he says. his voice is soft, a low rumble that vibrates in your chest. "jake told me to open the pineapple, and i think the pineapple won."
"let me see," you examined his hand before hissing in sympathy with furrowed eyebrows.
“come with me,” you gently lead him to your room, the only place where it is quiet.
you sit him down on the edge of the bed and fetch the first aid kit. you carefully peel back the bloodied gauze. the cut is shallow but jagged. you dab it with antiseptic, and he winces, his fingers twitching against the mattress.
"stop squirming," you murmur.
"it stings," he replies. you look up, and he’s already looking at you. he’s so close you can smell his cologne, something like vanilla and cedar. his eyes roam over your face, lingering on your lips before snapping back to your eyes. the room feels smaller. the sounds of the party downstairs fade into a distant hum.
"you look pretty today," he says.
your hand freezes. you search his face for a sign that he’s joking, but his gaze is steady. it’s an honest observation, stripped of the teasing he usually employs.
"you’re just being nice because i’m fixing your hand," you whisper.
he lets out a short, breathy laugh. he doesn't pull his hand away. instead, he let’s his fingers brush against your wrist.
"maybe i am," he says. "or maybe i’m just finally saying it."
the moment shatters when jake bangs on the door, yelling for heeseung to come help with the drinks. heeseung stands up quickly, the tension snapping like a rubber band. “thanks y/n,” he gives you a small, lingering look before disappearing into the hallway.
── .✦
a week later, the house is quieter. jake has left for a trip with his girlfriend, yunjin, leaving you alone with heeseung.
it starts with a low rumble that shakes the windows. then the sky turns a bruised purple, and the rain begins to hammer against the roof. a sudden, violent crack of thunder echoes through the house, and the lights flicker once, twice, and then vanish. the darkness is absolute. you freeze in your room, your breath coming in short, jagged gasps. thunder has always been your enemy. it feels like the world is breaking apart. another bolt of lightning illuminates the room in a ghostly white flash, followed immediately by a boom that makes you jump.
you stumble out of your room, your hands grazing the walls. you find your way to heeseung's door and push it open. he’s lying on his bed, the glow of a small battery powered lamp casting long shadows across his face.
"y/n?" he asks, sitting up.
"can i stay here?," you whisper, your voice trembling. "i-i can’t sleep."
his eyes soften and he smirks just a bit. he doesn't hesitate. he moves over, patting the space beside him. "c’mere."
you scramble onto the bed, curling into a ball. he pulls the duvet over both of you and wraps an arm around your waist, pulling you flush against his side. you tuck your head under his chin, listening to the steady, rhythmic beat of his heart. it is the only thing that feels safe in the world.
"i’ve got you," he murmurs. his hand rubs slow circles into your back. "just listen to me. ignore the noise."
you close your eyes, breathing in the scent of him. you feel his chest rise and fall. for a long time, neither of you speak. the rain continues to lash the house, but inside the cocoon of the blankets, it’s warm.
you feel him shift. his chin brushes the top of your head. he pulls you closer, his grip tightening almost imperceptibly. you look up, and he’s already looking down. the light from the lamp catches the gold in his eyes. he doesn't move away. he lets his gaze linger on your lips, his breath hitching.
"y/n," he whispers. it’s a warning and a plea all at once. you want to lean in. you want to erase the few inches of space between you but he closes his eyes and lets out a long sigh, leaning his forehead against yours.
"try to sleep," he breathes. "i’ll carry you to your room once you’re asleep." you feel a cold knot form in your stomach. you didn’t want to go, but you respected the boundaries between you two.
"okay," you agree muttering softly with a nod.
you fall asleep in his arms, but the comfort is gone, replaced by a yearning that feels like a physical ache.
── .✦
a few days later, the sun is back, but the tension has only grown. jake is still away, and he has asked heeseung to keep an eye on you. heeseung is in your room, sitting on the bed while you fuss over him.
"your skin is literally flaking, heeseung. how do you live like this?" you tease, holding a bottle of moisturizer.
"i’m a simple man. soap and water does the trick," he says with a soft smile.
"you’re a disaster," you reply. "sit still."
you lean over him, your face inches from his. he watches you with a quiet intensity, his eyes following every movement of your hands. you gently apply the cream to his cheeks, your fingers massaging the skin in slow, circular motions. you like taking care of him. you like the way he lets you, the way he becomes docile under your touch.
"didn’t know you were so bossy," he
whispers, though he is smiling.
"someone has to be," you retort. "otherwise you would probably forget to eat."
"maybe i like it when you take charge," he says.
you laugh, but the sound dies in your throat when you realize how close you are. the air is thick again. you try to get a better angle to reach his forehead, and you shift, sliding forward until you are sitting partially in his lap.
your heart hammers against your ribs. you freeze, your hands still resting on his face. he doesn't move. he just looks at you, his pupils blown wide.
then, it happens. as you shift again, your crotches graze. it’s a brief, accidental touch, but it feels like an electric shock. you gasp to yourself softly, your eyes widening slightly. beneath the thin fabric of his sweatpants, you feel it. he’s hard. incredibly hard.
the shock lasts for a second before a sudden, primal heat takes over. neither of you pulls away. instead, he presses you closer. an instinctive need to feel more of him overriding your shyness. you begin to rub against him, a slow, tentative dry humping that starts as an accident and turns into a demand.
he lets out a low, guttural groan, his hands flying to your waist to hold you steady.
"y/n," he gasps. "we shouldn't."
"i don't care," you whisper.
he breaks. he lunges forward, his lips crashing against yours. the kiss is hesitant at first, a question asked in the dark. then it turns hungry. he tastes like mint and longing. his tongue slides against yours, sucking and swirling, claiming you in a way he never has before. you moan into his mouth, your fingers tangling in his hair, pulling him closer.
his movements becoming more urgent. he was gentle, but the raw need was evident in the way he gripped you. you arched your back, a soft moan escaping your lips. the feeling of him, hard and pressing against you, was overwhelming.
he pulls back for a second, his breathing heavy. he looks at you, really looks at you.
"you’re not the little girl i used to know anymore, are you?" he breathes.
his hands slide down, gripping your thighs and pulling them wider. he reaches for the hem of your shirt, looking at you, asking for permission. when you gave a soft nod he gently lifted it. he sees your breasts and he lets out a shaky breath. he reaches out, his thumb brushing over your nipple, which is already hard and peaking. you arch your back, a small cry escaping your lips.
"god, y/n. you’re so beautiful," he whispers.
he leans down, his mouth replacing his fingers. he sucks your nipple into his mouth, his tongue swirling around the areola. he teased you, biting softly, then sucking hard, creating a vacuum that sent sparks shooting straight to your core. the sensation is overwhelming. you feel a pulsing heat between your legs, a wetness that makes you squirm. “so soft," he groaned.
you reach down, your hand trembling as you find the bulge in his sweatpants. you grip him through the fabric, and he nearly jumps off the bed.
"fuck," he groans. you slide the fabric down, freeing him. his cock springs out, thick and pulsing, a bead of pre-cum glistening at the tip. you’ve never seen anything like it. you wrapped your fingers around him, feeling the velvet texture of his cock. he was thick and pulsing, leaking a bit of pre cum that made your grip slick. he let out a strangled noise, his eyes closing.
"let me show you," he whispered. he guided your hand, showing you the rhythm he liked.
"like that. wrap your fingers tighter."
you followed his lead, your thumb rubbing over the sensitive head of his cock. he was shaking, his muscles tensing under your touch.
"like this?" you ask softly.
"yeah," he rasps. "just like that. a little faster." he guides your hand, showing you the rhythm he likes. you watch as your hand slides up and down the shaft, the skin sliding over the head. you hear the wet sound of your grip, a rhythmic shlicking that makes your own core throb. he closes his eyes, his head falling back against the headboard, his hips jerking upward into your hand.
"y/n, you’re gonna be the death of me," he moans.
you move your hand away, your eyes searching his. you want more. you want everything. you reach for your own pants, sliding them off along with your underwear. you are completely bare before him now, your legs shaking.
he looks at you, and for the first time, hesitation flickers in his eyes.
"i don't want to take this from you," he whispers. "your first time. i want it to be perfect. i don't want to be the one who ruins it."
"i want it to be you," you say, your voice firm despite the nerves. "i only want you, heeseung."
he lets out a shaky breath and pulls you back down, his movements gentle and slow. he kisses your forehead, your eyelids, your nose.
"i’ll be careful," he promises. "tell me if it hurts. tell me to stop, and i’ll stop immediately."
he moves between your legs, his knees pushing yours wide. he enters you slowly, the tip of his cock stretching your tight opening. you wince, your fingers digging into his shoulders.
"shhh," he whispers, kissing your jaw. "just breathe. look at me."
you look into his eyes, and the fear begins to fade. he pushes in another inch, then another. you feel a sharp sting, a feeling of being too full, but he stops. he stays still, letting your body adjust. he whispers sweet things to you, telling you how much he loves the way you feel, how long he has wanted this.
when he finally pushes all the way in, you let out a long, shuddering breath. he stays there for a moment, his forehead pressed against yours.
"you okay?" he asks.
"y-yes," you whisper. "don't stop."
he begins to move. it is slow at first, a gentle rocking that focuses on the friction. the sting fades, replaced by a building pressure. he starts to pick up the pace, his thrusts becoming deeper and more confident.
the sounds of the room change. the soft whispers are replaced by the sound of skin slapping against skin, the squelching of your natural lubrication mixing with his. your breasts bounce with every movement, his hands gripping your hips to keep you pinned.
"you feel so tight," he groans, his voice vulgar and raw. "fuck, y/n, you’re squeezing me so hard."
you wrap your legs around his waist, pulling him deeper. you feel him hitting your cervix, a deep, blunt pressure that sends sparks through your entire body. you moan, your voice high and needy.
"more," you beg. "please, more." he obliges, his movements becoming frantic. he is no longer the gentle protector. he is a man possessed. he thrusts into you with a sudden, overzealous energy, his cock slipping out almost entirely before slamming back in. the sound is wet and loud, filling the quiet room.
you feel the tension building, a coil tightening in your lower belly. he is close too. his breathing is ragged, his face strained with effort.
"i’m going to-," he gasps. "i’m going to come."
"m-me too," you cry out. "do it with me." he gives one final, powerful thrust, burying himself as deep as he can go. he freezes, his body shuddering as he releases. you feel the hot, thick pulses of his cum filling you, a warm flood that makes you peak right along with him. you scream into his shoulder, your muscles contracting around him in waves of pleasure.
he collapses on top of you, his heart racing against your own. he doesn't pull away. he stays there, holding you, his breath hot against your neck.
neither of you says a word. there is no confession of love, no promise of a future. there is only the heavy silence and the knowledge that everything has changed.
── .✦
the next morning, you wake up to a cold bed. you walk into the kitchen, your body feeling heavy and sore. jake is there, eating cereal and talking to heeseung. they are laughing about some meme niki made of sunoo in their groupchat.
you stop in the doorway. heeseung looks at you. for a split second, the mask slips. you see the longing, the guilt, and the raw desire in his eyes. then, he looks away, turning back to jake with a casual smile.
"morning, kiddo," jake says, oblivious. "you look like you slept for a thousand years."
"i did," you mutter.
for the next week, it’s as if it never happened. heeseung treats you with a polite, distant kindness. he doesn't touch you. he doesn't linger. he follows the rule again: you are off limits.
the silence between you becomes a torture. every time he walks past you, you feel the ghost of his touch. every time he laughs at something jake says, you feel a surge of resentment. you begin to believe that for him, it was just a moment of weakness. a one time touch that cannot ever happen again.
the pressure reaches a breaking point when jake brings up a topic over dinner.
"so, my friend from college, minho, is coming to visit next month," jake says, chewing on a piece of chicken. "he’s a great guy. smart, funny, and he thinks you’re cute from the photos i showed him. i think you two would reaaally hit it off."
you felt heeseung stiffen beside you. you didn't have to look at him to know he was reeling. it was like he'd been punched in the gut.
"i don't really want to date anyone right now, jake," you said softly.
"come on, just one date. he's a catch," jake insisted. "right, heeseung? minho's a catch, isn't he?"
heeseung didn't answer for a long time. when he did, his voice was cold. "i think she said she's not interested, jake. leave her alone."
jake blinked, surprised by the sharpness of his tone. "whoa, okay. just a suggestion."
heeseung suddenly stands up, his chair scraping softly against the floor.
"i’m gonna get some air," he says, his voice tight. he disappears through the sliding glass door.
── .✦
that night, you couldn't sleep. you walked out onto the balcony, curling up in the large hammock, staring at the city lights. the air was cool, the stars blurred by the city's glow. you felt a presence behind you.
you hear the door open. heeseung slides into the hammock beside you, his shoulder brushing yours, the fabric dipping under his weight. he doesn't look at you. he stared out at the skyline for a long time before he spoke.
"i’m sorry," he whispers. his voice is broken, thick with an emotion he can no longer hide.
"for what? you don’t owe me anything.." you say softly despite the internal tug on your heart.
"for the way i have been acting.. pretending that night didn't happen. for being a coward and acting like i don’t want you every single second of the day." he turned to look at you, and his eyes were swimming with emotion.
"i can't stand it, y/n. i can't stand the thought of you with someone else. i can't stand the way i have to act when jake is in the room."
"then.. why do you keep doing this?" you whisper. "why do you keep pushing me away?"
"because he’s my bestfriend," he says, referring to jake. "and i love you. and in my head, those two things cannot exist at the same time. i promised him years ago that i'd never... that you were off limits. if i take you, i'm betraying the one person who's always had my back."
he reaches out, taking your hand. he slowly guides it to his chest, pressing your palm flat against his heart. it’s racing, drumming a frantic rhythm against his ribs.
"do you feel that?" he asks. "that’s you. it’s always been you. since you stopped being the cute little sister and became the only person i can think about. and i’m terrified, y/n. i’m terrified of losing jake, but i am more terrified of a life where i cannot be with you."
“heeseung..” you muttered in utter shock. you feel a tear slide down your cheek.
"i love you too," you whisper.
he didn't hesitate this time. he pulled you into a kiss that tasted like relief and desperation.
"we have to be secret for a while," he murmurs against your lips. "just until i figure out how to tell him."
"i can do that," you say.
the secret is a thrill. stolen kisses in the laundry room, holding hands under the dinner table while jake talks about his day, and late night visits to each other's rooms when the house is silent. the yearning is replaced by a simmering passion, a shared secret that binds you together.
but secrets have a way of leaking. two weeks later, jake walks into the living room while you and heeseung are entangled on the sofa. you’re draped across his lap, your head tucked into his neck, and he is kissing your temple with a tenderness that is impossible to mistake.
── .✦
the end came on a rainy tuesday. jake had come home early from class and walked into the living room to find you and heeseung tangled together on the couch, heeseung's hand slid deep under your shirt and your legs wrapped around his waist.
they both froze. jake's jaw dropped, his eyes darting from you to heeseung.
"what the actual fuck?" jake yelled.
heeseung stood up, stepping in front of you protectively. "jake, let me explain."
"explain? you're fucking my sister! you're my best friend! how long has this been happening?"
"a while," heeseung said, his voice steady despite the tension. "and i'm sorry i know i broke the promise. i know i crossed the line. but i love her. i really love her."
jake looks at the two of you. he looks at the way you are clinging to heeseung, and the way heeseung is looking at you as if you are the only thing in the world that matters.
jake looked like he was about to explode. he paced the room, swearing under his breath. you held your breath, your heart hammering. then, jake stopped and looked at heeseung.
"you really love her?" jake asked, his voice quieter.
"more than anything in this world," heeseung replied.
jake sighed, rubbing his face with his hands.
"god, i'm so stupid. i should've seen it. the way you two look at each other... it's disgusting, honestly." he looked at you and rolled his eyes. "you have terrible taste in men, y/n. he's a nerd."
you laughed, a sob of relief escaping you as you threw your arms around your boyfriend. "i know, but he's my nerd."
he steps forward and points a finger at heeseung. "if you break her heart, i will actually kill you. i will bury you in the backyard and tell everyone you moved to busan."
heeseung laughs, a sound of pure relief. "deal."
jake shakes his head, a small smile on his face. "get a room, you two. seriously. i can't handle the PDA in my own house."
“as if you and yunjin aren’t all over each other!” i yelled at him while giggling.
once jake leaves, heeseung pulls you back down into the cushions. he wraps his arms around you, pulling you into a tight, warm embrace.
"i can’t believe he is okay with it," he whispers.
"i told you he loved us," you giggle.
you pull back and begin peppering his face with tiny, cute kisses. one on his forehead, one on each cheek, one on the tip of his nose.
"stop it," he laughs, though he is leaning into you. "you’re too cute."
"i’m allowed to," you say, kissing his chin. "i’m your girlfriend now."
he stops laughing, his expression turning soft. he cups your face in his hands, his thumbs stroking your cheekbones.
"i love you so much baby."
"aww i love you too, my hee."
you cuddle into him, the weight of the world finally lifted. for the first time in your life, everything is exactly where it is supposed to be.
SUMMARY: You and Heeseung are forced to share a single hotel room during a company trip. What starts as awkward tension and nervous apologies slowly turns into a long night of pent-up need.
CONTENTS: MDNI (18+) * forced proximity * one bed * shy to confident!heeseung * explicit smut * creampie *manhandling * light degradation *
PAIRING: coworker!heeseung x f!reader
Tag list: @kittywonwon @engene1009e @hoonieslove @630hee @heevnly
The company trip was already off to a chaotic start.
You had only been interning for three weeks, and somehow you ended up on the same mini business trip as Lee Heeseung — the quiet, slightly awkward guy from the design team who’d been with the company for a year.
Everyone said he was talented.
You mostly knew him as the guy who constantly avoided eye contact in the hallway and looked like he wanted the ground to swallow him whenever someone complimented his work.
The hotel lobby was crowded with your coworkers. Your manager looked stressed as she spoke to the receptionist, then turned to the group with an uncomfortable smile.
“So… there’s been a small issue with the bookings.”
You felt your stomach drop.
“Most rooms are fine, but we’re one short. Someone will have to share.”
Before you could volunteer to just sleep in the lobby, your manager pointed between you and Heeseung.
“You two are the newest and the… least senior. You’ll share. It’s only two nights.”
Heeseung’s ears turned red instantly.
“I— uh… okay,” he said, voice quiet.
You forced a polite smile. “Yeah. It’s fine.”
It was not fine.
The room was small.
One tiny bathroom.
A window with a half-broken curtain.
No couch.
Not even a proper chair — just a small desk.
And...
One bed
Just one large mattress sitting proudly in the middle of the room as if mocking both of you. The silence somehow became even louder. Heeseung stood near the door holding his bag like it was a shield, staring at the bed like it had personally offended him.
“I can take the floor,” he said quickly.
You looked at the thin carpet. “You’ll destroy your back.”
“I’ve slept worse places.”
“Heeseung. Just… we’ll figure it out.”
He nodded, still not looking at you properly. You noticed the way he kept adjusting his hoodie sleeves, clearly nervous. It was kind of endearing… and a little funny.
You both took turns changing in the bathroom. When he came out wearing gray sweatpants and a black t-shirt, you pretended to be very interested in your phone so you wouldn’t stare.
The silence was painful.
“Do you… want to watch something?” he asked after a while, voice soft.
There was something strangely endearing about how nervous he looked asking such a simple question.
You smiled.
"Sure."
That single word somehow made both of you relax.
You ended up sitting on opposite sides of the bed with a random variety show playing on the hotel TV. Every time one of you shifted, the mattress dipped and your shoulders almost touched.
At some point he laughed at a joke on the screen — a real, quiet laugh — and you turned to look at him. He caught you staring and immediately looked away, ears pink again.
“Sorry,” he muttered.
“For laughing?”
“For… this whole situation. You shouldn’t have to share with me.”
You shrugged. “Could be worse. At least you don’t snore. Or do you?”
He let out a small, embarrassed huff. “I don’t think so.”
“We’ll find out tonight then.”
That pulled a tiny smile out of him.
Later that night, after the tv had been switched off and the room had fallen into complete darkness, the awkwardness returned with a vengeance.
The only light came from the thin strip of moonlight slipping through the half-broken curtains, painting pale lines across the ceiling.
You lay on the far edge of the bed, hands folded over your stomach, staring blankly upward.
Across from you, Heeseung occupied the opposite edge with almost military precision, as though he was afraid even an inch of movement might accidentally invade your space.
Between you stretched a careful gap—small enough that it shouldn't have mattered, yet it felt impossibly wide.
Like an invisible wall neither of you dared cross.
The silence settled around the room, broken only by the faint hum of the air conditioner and the distant sounds of traffic somewhere outside the hotel.
You became painfully aware of everything.
The softness of the mattress beneath you.
The rustle of the blankets whenever either of you shifted.
Your own heartbeat.
And...His breathing.
Slow.
Close enough that you could hear every quiet inhale and exhale in the darkness.
You squeezed your eyes shut.
This was ridiculous.
It was just a bed.
Just two coworkers sharing a room because of a booking mistake.
Nothing more.
So why did it feel impossible to relax?
Minutes slipped by.
Just when you thought he had finally fallen asleep, his voice drifted through the darkness.
"So..."
He hesitated.
A small smile tugged at your lips.
"...are you still awake?"
"Yeah."
A quiet breath escaped him.
"...Me too."
Silence returned.
Like both of you were waiting for the other to say something first.
Eventually, Heeseung spoke again, his voice barely louder than a whisper.
"I haven't..."
He stopped, searching for the right words.
"...shared a bed with anyone in almost a year."
Another pause.
"Not since..."
He paused, as if debating whether he should keep going.
"My ex and I broke up last year."
The words came quietly, matter-of-fact, without any bitterness behind them.
"After that... I guess I just buried myself in work."
He gave a small, almost embarrassed laugh that barely reached your ears.
"It was easier you know."
Another pause.
"I spent most nights at the office, or I was too exhausted to think about anything once I got home."
He shifted slightly beneath the blanket.
"So... it's been a while since I've shared a bed with someone."
His voice softened even more.
"Even this feels... weird."
You turned your head slightly, only able to make out the faint outline of his shoulder in the darkness.
You could've asked what happened? Why they broke up?
But instead, you smiled to yourself.
"It's okay," you murmured softly.
"We don't have to make this any less weird."
A tiny laugh escaped him.
Neither of you moved after that.
Yet sleep stubbornly refused to come.
At one point you rolled slightly onto your side, only for your arm to brush lightly against his beneath the blanket.
It was barely a touch.
Just enough to feel the warmth of his skin for a split second.
You both froze.
Neither of you breathed.
Then, almost in perfect synchronization, you pulled away.
"...Sorry," he whispered immediately.
You couldn't help smiling into your pillow.
A few more minutes passed.
This time, his foot accidentally bumped yours beneath the blanket.
The reaction was almost comical.
He jerked back so quickly that the entire mattress bounced beneath both of you.
"Oh my—"
Another frantic whisper.
"Sorry."
You pressed your lips together, desperately trying not to laugh.
The image of him panicking over the tiniest accidental touch was somehow... unbelievably endearing.
"You apologize too much," you mumbled.
A soft, embarrassed groan escaped him.
"...I know."
The corners of your mouth lifted despite yourself.
For the first time since entering the room, the knot of tension in your chest loosened just a little.
As sleep slowly began to creep in, one final thought crossed your mind.
This was going to be a very, very long two nights.
￣￣￣￣
The next morning was somehow even more awkward.
You woke up to find Heeseung already awake, sitting on the edge of the bed with his back to you, hoodie on, scrolling through his phone. The second he noticed you moving, he stood up too fast and nearly tripped over his own slippers.
“Morning,” he said, voice rough from sleep.
“Morning.”
You both did the world’s most uncomfortable dance of taking turns in the tiny bathroom. At one point you opened the door just as he was coming out, and your chests almost bumped. He immediately stepped back, ears red, muttering “sorry” like it was his default setting.
During the work meetings that day, you sat across the conference table from him. Every time you looked up, he was either staring at his laptop a little too hard or quickly looking away. Once, when the manager asked him a question, he completely blanked for three full seconds because he’d been watching you twirl your pen.
Jake (who had somehow also ended up on this trip) noticed.
“You good, Hee?” he whispered.
Heeseung kicked him under the table.
By the time the workday finally came to an end, exhaustion had settled over everyone.
The elevator ride back to the hotel was quieter than the morning, the two of you once again standing side by side without saying much.
Somehow...
The silence didn't feel nearly as uncomfortable anymore.
When you reached your room, neither of you had the energy to go back downstairs for dinner.
"Room service?" you suggested.
Heeseung looked relieved.
"...Please."
Sitting on the bed with takeout containers between you felt weirdly domestic. Heeseung kept accidentally brushing your hand when reaching for the sauce, then apologizing every single time.
“You don’t have to keep saying sorry,” you said eventually, amused.
He paused, chopsticks halfway to his mouth. “…Habit.”
After dinner, the variety show was back on. This time you both sat closer. The invisible wall from last night had shrunk. At some point his knee bumped yours and he didn’t pull away as fast.
The lights went off around midnight.
You lay there in the dark again, staring at the ceiling. The gap between you was smaller now.
After a long silence, Heeseung spoke.
“Can I ask you something?”
“Yeah.”
“Does this feel as weird for you as it does for me?”
You turned your head on the pillow. You could barely see his profile. “Yeah. It does.”
He let out a quiet breath.
A few minutes later, you felt the mattress shift. His fingers brushed yours under the blanket — light, testing. When you didn’t pull away, he slowly linked his pinky with yours.
It was such a small, nervous gesture that you almost smiled.
Then his voice came again, softer than before.
“If I move closer… will you tell me to stop?”
Your heart was beating too fast. “No.”
He shifted until his chest was against your back, still leaving a careful bit of space. His breath warmed the back of your neck. One of his arms hovered awkwardly before he finally rested it around your waist, like he was afraid you’d disappear.
“Is this okay?” he whispered.
“Yeah.”
You could feel how tense he was. His body was warm, and every time he breathed, his chest pressed lightly against you. After a while, his hand spread out on your stomach, fingers flexing once like he wanted to touch more but didn’t dare.
“I haven’t… done anything in a long time,” he admitted against your hair. “I might be bad at this.”
That pulled a small laugh out of you. “You’re overthinking.”
“I know.”
His nose brushed the back of your neck. His hand slowly moved higher, stopping just under your shirt. When you didn’t stop him, his fingers slipped under the fabric and rested against bare skin.
He exhaled like it hurt.
“Tell me if you want me to move away.”
You answered by pressing back against him.
That was all it took.
Heeseung’s hand slid higher, cupping your breast over your bra, still hesitant. His hips shifted, and you felt him half-hard against your ass. He made a low, embarrassed sound.
“Sorry—”
“Stop apologizing,” you whispered.
He went still for a second. Then his hand grew bolder, thumb brushing over your nipple through the fabric. His mouth pressed against the side of your neck, not quite kissing, just breathing there.
“Can I…?” he asked, voice rough.
“Yeah.”
He finally kissed your neck properly — soft at first, then deeper. His hand slipped inside your bra, warm palm covering you, and he groaned quietly when he felt how your body reacted.
He rolled you onto your back and hovered over you, hair falling into his eyes. Even in the dark you could see how flushed he was.
“I’ve been thinking about this since last night,” he confessed. “Is that weird?”
“A little.” You laughed teasing him.
He huffed a small laugh, then leaned down and kissed you.
It was clumsy at first — too careful — until you bit his lower lip. Something in him clicked. The kiss turned hungrier. His body settled between your legs, and you felt how hard he’d gotten. When you rolled your hips up against him, he broke the kiss with a shaky breath.
“Fuck…”
His hand slid down your stomach and into your shorts. The second his fingers touched you, he froze.
“You’re already wet.”
You turned your face away, embarrassed, but he gently turned it back.
“Don’t hide.” His voice was lower now, more sure. “I’ve been hard since you pressed back against me. We’re even.”
Two of his fingers slipped inside you slowly, like he was relearning the motion after a long time. He watched your face the whole time, eyes dark.
“Does that feel good?”
You nodded, biting your lip.
He curled his fingers and you arched. A quiet, surprised sound left him — almost like he couldn’t believe he was actually touching you. He kept going, slow and focused, thumb brushing your clit while his fingers moved.
“I forgot how this feels,” he murmured. “How warm… how tight.”
The words, combined with the way he was looking at you, made the tension snap tighter. You reached down and rubbed him through his sweatpants. He dropped his forehead to your shoulder with a broken noise.
“Wait— if you do that I won’t last.”
“Then take these off.”
He hesitated only a second before pushing his sweatpants and boxers down. You wrapped your hand around him and stroked once. He was thicker than you expected, and already leaking.
Heeseung kissed you again, messier this time, while his fingers kept working you open. The room was quiet except for your breathing and the wet sound of his hand between your legs.
When he finally pulled his fingers out and rubbed the head of his cock against you, he paused.
“You sure?”
“Heeseung. Yes.”
He pushed in slowly — so slowly it was almost teasing — until he was fully inside. Both of you stayed still, breathing hard. His arms were shaking slightly where he held himself up.
“Okay?” he asked, voice strained.
“Move.” You answered desperately.
He did. Careful thrusts at first, like he was still afraid of doing it wrong. But every time you moaned or dug your nails into his back, his rhythm grew more confident. The shyness was burning away with every snap of his hips.
“You feel… really good,” he panted against your mouth. “Too good. I won’t last if you keep squeezing like that.”
You clenched around him on purpose. He cursed and fucked into you harder, the bed starting to creak. One of his hands pinned your wrist above your head — the first real show of dominance — while the other gripped your thigh.
The nervous guy from this morning was gone.
Heeseung was fully present now, eyes locked on yours, chasing both of your releases like he’d been starving for a year.
His thrusts got shorter, more desperate, and a broken sound left his throat as he buried himself deep and came. His whole body trembled above you, forehead pressed to your shoulder while he spilled inside you with quiet, shaky groans.
For a few seconds he just stayed there, breathing hard.
“…Shit,” he whispered, clearly embarrassed. “I told you it’s been a long time.”
You ran your fingers through his hair. “It’s fine.”
He slowly pulled out and rolled onto his side, still catching his breath. You could feel the mess between your legs. Your own body was still wound tight — close, but nowhere near finished. You never came easily, and tonight was no different.
Heeseung noticed almost immediately.
He propped himself up on one elbow and looked down at you, eyes still dark. “You didn’t…?”
You shook your head.
A determined expression settled on his face. “Come here.” He pulled you closer and kissed you slowly while his hand slid back between your legs. He was soft, but his fingers were steady as he rubbed gentle circles over your clit, spreading the mess he’d left inside you. You arched into his hand, frustrated and needy.
“Tell me what you need,” he murmured against your lips.
“Harder… just don’t stop.”
He listened. His fingers worked you with more pressure, slipping inside every few strokes to curl against that spot that made your thighs shake. You chased it, hips rolling against his hand, but the edge stayed just out of reach the way it always did.
After a few minutes Heeseung shifted. You felt him growing hard again against your hip — faster than either of you expected.
He let out a short, disbelieving laugh. “Apparently my body didn’t get the memo that I already finished.”
You glanced down. He was fully hard again, the head already shiny.
Heeseung sat up, moved behind you, and gently pushed your shoulder until you were on your hands and knees. His palm ran down your spine, almost reverent.
“Is this okay?” he asked, voice low.
“Yeah.”
He lined himself up and pushed back inside slowly. The new angle made both of you groan. From behind he felt even deeper. His hands settled on your waist, gripping firmly as he started thrusting again — steadier this time, more controlled.
“I’ve got you,” he panted. “Just focus on feeling good. I’ll do the rest.”
One of his hands slid around to rub your clit in tight, consistent circles while he fucked you in long strokes. The dual sensation finally started building properly. You dropped to your forearms, moaning into the pillow as the pressure climbed higher than before.
“That’s it,” Heeseung encouraged, sounding more confident with every second. “You’re getting tighter… fuck, I can feel it.”
He kept the same relentless pace, not speeding up even when his own breathing got ragged again. Every time your legs started shaking he held you up, fingers never stopping their circles.
“Come on,” he whispered, almost pleading now. “Let go for me. I’ve got you.”
The orgasm hit you suddenly — sharp and overwhelming. Your arms gave out as you came hard around him, crying out into the mattress while your whole body clenched and trembled. Heeseung cursed and followed right after, burying himself deep and spilling inside you a second time with a long, broken moan.
For a while the only sound in the room was both of you trying to catch your breath.
Heeseung carefully pulled out and collapsed beside you, immediately reaching over to brush your hair out of your face.
“You good?” he asked, still a little shy now that the heat was fading.
He gave a small, relieved smile and pulled the blanket over both of you. After a moment of hesitation he tugged you against his chest, tucking your head under his chin.
“…We’re never telling anyone about the room situation,” he mumbled.
You laughed weakly against his skin. “Agreed.”
His arms tightened around you.
Outside, the hallway stayed quiet. Inside the small hotel room, for the first time since check-in, the tension finally settled into something warm.
divider by: @cafekitsune
word count: 1.1k
synopsis: After a spending a year in a loveless marriage, you find your husband with another woman.
warning: cheating, bruce is an asshole
The manor had never been a home. Not truly.
Its towering halls echoed with silence, its antique chandeliers glinting like frozen stars, untouchable and cold. You’d tried, in the beginning, to warm it—fresh flowers in the vases, candles lit at dinner, even soft music playing in the background some evenings.
But Bruce never noticed.
He came and went like a ghost—impeccable in tailored suits and always busy. And when he did speak to you, it was clipped, distant. A nod. A thank you. A hum of acknowledgment as he passed you in the corridor, the same way one might regard an acquaintance and not someone they chose to bind themselves to.
You’d grown used to the solitude. Learned to fill it with books, walks through the garden, dinners eaten in silence. On rare occasions, Alfred would try to bridge the gap, lingering just a moment longer in the room, a small reassurance here and there trying to cover up for his master, but there was no mistaking the disappointment in his eyes every time he saw the way Bruce treated you.
You were a Wayne by name only.
And maybe that would’ve been enough. Maybe you would’ve endured it forever—the cold bed, the colder stares, the knowledge that this union was forged for reputation and power, not love.
But deep inside you felt that hollow aching loneliness, the insecurity of wondering why you weren’t enough. You always dreamed of a love that would consume you, of freedom and adventure. You never thought this might be your life, you played your part well but the posh dresses, the pearls, everything that came with being Bruce Wayne’s wife felt like a cage.
You never wanted his money, in fact you never even took a penny from him, you were wealthy in your own name. You married him because it was arranged yet you had hoped the two of you could find some middle ground or at least be amicable yet he never even tried.
You he had secrets and you tried to respect it. But there was no mistaking the way he seemed to sneak out in the middle of the night, doing god knows what. How he always seemed too tired or too busy to even attend important functions and meeting, always leaving them to you.
It seemed you finally got your answer. It was late when you returned from the charity gala. You hadn’t expected him to come—he rarely did. But the photographers had still clamoured for pictures, still whispered about Bruce Wayne’s wife, wondering if the man even remembered he had one.
You tried to ignore the humiliation but sometimes it became too much, like tonight, and you found yourself sneaking away early.
The silence greeted you first when you returned to the manor. Then the soft creak of the stairs under your heels.
The door to the master bedroom was ajar.
At first, it was the flicker of candlelight you noticed. Then the shadow on the wall—two forms, tangled together. And then the soft, breathy laugh. Familiar.
Selina Kyle.
Your throat closed. You stepped closer, silent as a ghost. Your eyes met the scene and for a second, you didn’t breathe. Her mouth was against his neck, one leg hooked over his hip, sheets disheveled. The way she touched him, kissed him, it was clear she knew his body intimately and that this wasn’t the first time.
His hands were on her. His eyes—those usually cold, unreadable eyes—closed with pleasure.
The sound you made must have been small, but it was enough. Bruce’s head snapped up. Selina glanced over her shoulder, entirely unfazed.
You stood in the doorway, lips parted, frozen. Your body refused to move. Your mind, however, was screaming.
A year.
A year of silence and patience and pretending that the chill in his eyes didn’t hurt you. That his absence at every dinner, every event, every attempt you made to be more than a burden, didn’t pierce straight through your ribs.
And this was what he gave you in return.
Bruce didn’t move. Didn’t speak. Just stared at you like you were the one who’d intruded. Selina at least had the decency to look like she felt at least a little guilty but you didn’t want nor need her pity
It was the silence that broke you more than the act.
Not even the decency to lie.
You didn’t cry. You didn’t scream. You didn’t give him the satisfaction of seeing you break.
Your gaze flicked from him to Selina then back to him. You tilted your head. “I hope she was worth it.”
Then you turned. Trying to keep the calm and controlled facade, even as the world crumbled around you.
You didn’t look back.
Not even when he called out your name. You’d done everything to keep your sham of a marriage together and you were done.
And for the first time in a year, you were the one who walked away.
You hadn’t even bothered to grab your stuff, you were still in your gala dress as you grabbed the keys to your car, getting ready to get as far away as you could from this place.
“Madame, I’m sure—“ Alfred tried to do as he always did and make it better but for once you were in no mood to listen.
“I don’t care.” You cut off not harshly but firmly. “He’d made it clear since the beginning that he didn’t want this marriage, no matter how hard I tried. I’m done, Alfred. I have more self respect than to stay and continue trying with a man who clearly doesn’t want me and doesn’t respect me. I deserve someone who does,” you finished, voice low but steady, the final word catching ever so slightly on your tongue.
Alfred stood there in the entryway, a halo of warm light behind him, his face drawn with quiet sorrow. He didn’t argue. He only bowed his head slightly in acceptance because what could he say? You were right. You deserved more.
“I’ll have someone collect your things,” Alfred said softly, after a long moment. His voice, always composed, was tinged with quiet regret. “Where should I have them sent?”
You hesitated. Not because you didn’t know—but because saying it aloud made it real.
“I’ll let you know when I figure it out,” you murmured.
He gave a nod, the smallest motion. And though he was just the butler to some, to you, he had always been the one constant in that frozen palace of a home.
You offered him a faint, grateful smile.
“Thank you… for being the only one who ever treated me like I mattered.”
That got him. His throat bobbed slightly, and he looked away, just for a second—composing himself as always. But when he met your gaze again, there was nothing but pride and sorrow in his eyes.
“You always did,” he said. “He was simply too blind to see it.”
You nodded once, then turned on your heel. The dress rustled around your legs as you moved down the steps. You were still in heels. Still in diamonds. Still wearing the same red lipstick he hadn’t once complimented.
You slipped into the driver’s seat of the black car—the one you’d always parked at the edge of the Wayne fleet, never quite part of the collection.
The door shut with a soft click.
And for the first time in a year, you didn’t look up at the manor as you drove away. You didn’t wonder if he’d come after you.
Because deep down, you already knew the answer.
Even if he did, It no longer mattered.
The city blurred past your windows in streaks of gold and steel. Gotham’s skyline loomed like jagged teeth against the night, familiar and yet cold—just like everything else lately. The gala dress clung uncomfortably to your skin now, a mocking reminder of the life you’d just walked away from.
You tightened your grip on the wheel, trying to breathe through the storm of emotions—anger, betrayal, grief—all coiled in your chest like a venomous thing. But at least you were free now.
Free from him. Free from the expectations that came to being married to him.
The light ahead flickered from yellow to red. You slowed, fingers tapping anxiously against the wheel, when—
BANG.
The car jolted with a deafening metallic crash. Your head snapped forward as the vehicle was rammed from behind. Airbags didn’t deploy. Your foot slammed on the brakes, tires skidding—but it was too late. A second hit came, this time from the side, and the world tilted as your car spun across the wet street and slammed into a lamppost.
Smoke hissed from the engine. Your ears rang.
You tried to move—unbuckle your seatbelt, reach for your phone—but the driver’s side door was ripped clean off.
A hand reached in—gloved, pale, too fast.
Before you could scream, a needle jabbed into your neck. Cold fire rushed through your veins, and the world slipped sideways.
Voices echoed. Laughter.
A man’s voice, high-pitched and giddy, like a child who’d just unwrapped a present he wasn’t supposed to have.
“Well, well, Mrs. Wayne. What a delicious little surprise.”
You tried to focus through the haze, your limbs too heavy to fight. The world went dark and spinning, but not before you saw a flash of white skin, a grin painted in what looked like blood, and eyes that burned with manic delight.
ꜱʏᴘɴᴏꜱɪꜱ: while away, your needy boyfriend, Jake, couldn’t help himself when he thought about you. especially after seeing your story of how good you looked. he took matters into his own hands.. before being walked in on. he ended up getting exactly what he wanted in the end.
ᴘᴀʀɪɴɢ: needy!jake x fem!reader
ꜰᴇᴀᴛᴜʀɪɴɢ: enhypen jake, le sserafim yunjin
ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛꜱ: NSFW, smut, masturbation, frustration from not cumming, spit as lube, panties to jerk off, ball fondling, pillow humping, humiliation, p in v, unprotected sex(WRAP IT. DO NOT DO.), submissiveness, dominance , riding, cumming inside, nipple play, teasing, name usage(mommy, puppy, good boy, jakey, baby.. ect), panties in mouth, (might be missing some things!)
!NOT proofread!
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God did you look amazing.
“I’ll be back home in about 3 hours, bye Jakey!” Is what you had told him with a kiss before leaving.
That nickname with the kiss.. mm. All Jake wanted to do was drag you right back in and spend the whole day with you and kiss you all over.. What a shame.
Jake watched the door close, walking back over and plopping onto the couch next to Layla, your guys’ fur baby. Layla starts to nudge her nose against Jake’s thigh, silently asking for pets. Of course, he could never turn her down. He started petting her soft fur with his big veiny hands, his mind slowly drifting off of you. For now.
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It had been a full 2 hours and 13 minutes. And god did Jake miss you.
This whole time he had been sleeping… trying to watch a movie.. snacking….sleeping. And it had been a full 10 minutes he’s been painfully hard. He’s trying to contain himself. He can’t help himself when it comes to you.. especially not when he opens instagram and sees your story. That beautiful outfit on you hugging just the right places.
He stands from the couch, making his way to the hallway, Layla following behind him. Jake gets to your guys shared bedroom, looking back at Layla looking up at her dad with that adorable face.
“Go lay down Layla.. I’ll be back.” Jake says to Layla as if she’s fluent in english. But of course, Layla knows the simple command of ‘go lay down’ and she starts to walk away to the living room.
Jake opens the bedroom, walking in and throwing himself on the bed.. taking a deep sigh of your pillow.
“Y/n..” He mumbles, god does he miss you.
He can feel his mini Jake rock hard in his sweats. Jake sits up, tugging at his sweats and revealing his boxers.. which have a pretty huge tent in them.
Jake pulls his boxers down, his veiny cock springing out against his stomach. The pretty pink mushroom tip leaking a bead of pre cum already.
“Fuck..” He curses to himself, a hushed whisper as he grabs the base, wiggling it around.
Jake spits in his hand, bringing it down and stroking lightly, soft at first. Using some of his leaking pre cum as extra lube to slide down his hard cock. A sweet whimper slipping from his plump lips as he speeds up.
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You laugh with your best friend, Yunjin, before picking up your phone and opening it.
“Whatcha doin?” Yunjin asks, peeking over.
You giggle at her action, before opening your texts. “I just gotta let jake know i’ll be home soon.”
Yunjin sighs, shaking her head with a grin on her face. “Of course.. Jaeyun is really a puppy when it comes to you.”
You smile to yourself, nodding along. “Yea.. but I think it’s adorable.”
You both laugh as Yunjin pushes your shoulder.
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𝚈𝙾𝚄𝚁 𝚃𝙴𝚇𝚃𝚂:
-‘I’ll be home soon, love you!’
*delivered*
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He should’ve looked at your text. But no.
Now? Jake was absolutely just fucking his fist. Letting out the loudest whimpers..
“hngh! F-Fuck! Y/n- augh!”
He wasn’t even cumming, just kept stroking and fucking into his fist. He kept letting out frustrated whimpers.. his other hand fondling his balls to help. Which didn’t. He removed his hand with an upset groan/moan..? Before looking to your side of the bed and pulling your drawer open, fetching your panties. His favorite pair to be exact. A pretty white lace.. with little black bows on the side.
Jake brought the panties to his face, sniffing while still jerking off, only to find they were freshly washed.
“Mgh- what the fuck!” He frustratedly let out in a loud whimper, before bringing them down and stroking himself with the panties. He was fucking into the fabric.. Still not cumming.
Jake looked around like a lost puppy, eyes big and glossy with his veiny cock flushed and twitching. He looked around.. before spotting your pillow.
He’d be quick. Right?
Right?
He took the pillow, before setting it under his hips. He started humping the pillow hard.. Angry. As if imagining it was you. He shoved his face into the mattress letting out muffled noises.
“Y-Y/n you’re such a bad girl- fuck! lemme fuck this pussy please-!”
He couldn’t stop the lewd noises coming from his lips. Jake continued to hump the pillow like a dog. He kept whimpering and moaning into the mattress.. before he felt that feeling in his body.
His humps got sloppy, before fastening and boom.
Thick ropes of his cum shooting onto the pillow, being dragged and smeared around by his cock and balls as he kept humping.
“O-Oh- oh god..! M’cumming- take it, take it all-“
He kept fucking the pillow with his face in the mattress.. before his movements stopped. Laying loosely over the pillow. Before he heard it.
“Aww, hi Layla! Where’s your daddy, hm?”
You.
You were home.
He shot up, putting on his boxers and sweats in a hurry before grabbing the pillow. The door being opened.
“Hi baby! You- you okay?” You notice how pink his face down to his neck looks..
Jake pushes his hair back, acting as normal as ever with the pillow in his hands. “Yea- why wouldn’t I be?”
You raise an eyebrow, eyes glancing down to the pillow.
“Why do you have my pillow?”
Why. Do. You. Have. My. Pillow.
The words echoed. Fuck was he done for..
“Oh- I- I was just thinking- we should wash the pillows..!..?” Jake said, voice slightly higher
You walked toward him, reaching for the pillow, “Baby, I already did the other day.”
Jake immediately moved the pillow, “Well they need to be washed very often!”
“Are you hiding something Jake?”
‘Fuck.. she was catching on.’ He thought.
“No? Why would I? It’s just a pillow.. ha..”
You snatched the pillow from him, before holding it up,
“If it’s just a pillow why are you so defensive—?”
Your words stopped once you seen and smelt all the smeared cum. You look back at Jake, a knowing smirk on your lips.
“You fucked this pillow, didn’t you puppy?”
Jake avoided eye contact.. before nodding.
“Jakey.. you couldn’t hold yourself back, hm?”
You pet his head, a flush spreading throughout his face. You gently push him on the bed, before tugging down his pants. “You’re still hard?”
Jake whimpers, his eyes shutting as he nods.
“Words Jake.”
Jake opened his mouth, just to close it again before speaking. “Y-Yes..”
You grin, before spitting on your hand and trailing it to his hard length. Stroking him in deep slow strokes, squeezing right at the tip. His hips were bucking up lightly into your hand.
“Ah-ah Jake. Stop bucking.” You speed up your hand, feeling his veins running along your palm with each stroke.
“i-M’sorry..! I- I need to fuck your pussy baby..” He whimpers, head falling back.
Of course.. So needy and straightforward.
“Yea? Do you Jake? Or are you just ridiculously horny. God you’re such a loser baby..”
He moaned at that. It somehow turned him on. He watched as you got up, slipping your panties off and getting back onto the bed with him. pushing him down into the mattress and tugging his sweats and boxers all the way off. Jake sat up taking you with him in a heated kiss.
Your tongues constantly swiping against each other, as he licked at your bottom lip, asking for permission. You obliged as his tongue entered past your lips. You pulled away, bitting his lip. A string of saliva followed.
“Y/n- please..”
You pushed him back down with your hand on his chest, before bracketing his hips with your knees
“Please what, puppy?”
He groaned frustratedly, a hand running over his face.
“Please just fuck me.. please..”
You smiled, before lining yourself up on his thick cock. Teasing with just pushing the tip in, before slowly pressing yourself down onto his cock. Once fully nested in your wet heat, you both moaned.
Jake’s hand went straight to your hips as you leaned down to him, slowly moving your hips.
“Ngh.. please.. more..” He whimpered, hands starting to guide your hips faster.
You continued riding him, his prominent veins running along your gummy walls.. tight and secure around his cock.
“Fuck Jake.. Your cock is stretching me.. augh..!~”
You moaned as you starting bouncing harder on his cock, leaning to his neck to leave a hickey along his throat.
Jake moaned loud, guiding your hips to ride him harder.
“Fuck- Fuck! Y/n- m’so hard for yo-“ He was cut off by you shoving your panties into his mouth, he moaned around them at the taste.
“Shut up. You’re being so loud.. Can’t contain those moans, hm?” You tease, riding his cock slower, before going back to bouncing on him,
Jake’s eyes roll back, hips rutting up into yours.
You pull the panties out his mouth, your movements turning sluggish from how tired your thighs already were.
“Shit- mgh..~”
Jake noticed. Of course he did.. He flipped you guys over before shoving his veiny cock back into your pussy.
“Fuck!” You moan out, hands fisting the sheets from the amount of pressure going in.
He was grunting with each thrust, his cock plunging into your sloppy pussy.. his heavy balls slapping against your ass with the faint slaps and squelches of your pussy.
“Y/n- fuck- take all of it- please take my whole cock-“ Jake moans, thrusting faster.. before leaning down and taking one of your nipples into your mouth, making you moans louder.
“Jake-“
His fingers pinch the other one, before switching and sucking the other one, rolling the other one around.
“J-Jake- i’m gonna cum..!” You moan, back arching up into him off the mattress.
“M-Mommy- please cum.. I-i’ll cum with you- fuck i feel it..”
You were taken aback. Mommy? You didn’t mention it. You definitely would later.
“mgh- Yea? You’re gonna cum- cum in mommy?” Your hand trails up, tightening into the strands of his hair,
Jake lets out a particularly loud moan at the pain and pleasure, before nodding intensely while biting his lip.
“Yes! m-about to cum!” He moans, thumb moving to your clit and rubbing in harsh circles, “Cum with me- please-“
You whimper, squirming lightly, feeling that tight feeling in your tummy.
You both cum together, arching your backs as Jake stills inside you, emptying his hot release into your sopping pussy. He stays for a moment, before pulling out with a whine. You whimper at the loss, your pussy pulsing.
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You were lying back against the pillows on your bed, Jake’s head resting on your chest with his arms tight around your waist.
“Baby,” You suddenly spoke, causing him to look up at you, “You know what you said during all that?”
Jakes face instantly flushed, already knowing what it was.. hiding his face in your chest.
“Yes..” He mumbled.
You giggle, lifting his chin back up, “Oh now you’re shy about it? That wasn’t the case then,” You tease, watching his reaction.
“I know what I said.. ! Can you drop it..” He squeaks, eyebrows furrowed in embarrassment,
You fake thing for a moment, before looking back at him, “If you say it again, i’ll drop it.”
Jake’s eyes widen, before instantly shaking his head,
“No- A thousand times no! Why?!”
“Then I wont drop it..” You threaten, laughing to yourself.
“Fine.. mommy.” He mumbles incoherently.
You raise an eyebrow, “What was that? Couldn’t hear you properly.”
“I said- I said it!” He complains.
“Louder.”
“Mommy.”
“Good boy.”
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THE END! ANYWAYS WAS LOWKEY ASS BC THIS WAS THE FIRST FIC I WRITE ON HERE 😭
meant to be a peaceful summer day somehow leads to an eventful afternoon
pairing ˗ˏˋ enhypen!hyung line x fem!reader ˎˊ˗
genre: smut minors do not interact, summer au, p with not a single ounce of plot, gangbang
word count: 7.1k
content warnings: hyung line are very horny, all of them (besides jake) are mean, profanity, magically they are the only people at the beach, so unrealistic, fivesome, unprotected sex (don’t be silly wrap the willies), so much cum, creampies, p in v, degradation, praising, multiple rounds, overstimulation, throat fucking, pussy slapping, agoraphilia, dumbification, squirting, slight manhandling, oral (f+m rec.) cum eating, dom!enhypen hyung line, petnames (good girl, angel)
Three out of the four yelled in the car in pure excitement, the ocean smell filling the car through the open windows as the breeze swept through their sweaty bodies. Their music blaring as they past through, none of them caring for the looks thrown their way from their ruckus.
“I’ve been waiting all year this, it’s finally summer!” Jake yelled as he slapped his knees repeatedly in anticipation, “How much longer till we get there Hee?” He asked the one driving, who took a look to the GPS
“10 more minutes till we’re experiencing paradise beach boys”
This beach was said to be one of the most beautiful beaches in the costal area that barely anyone came to. It was too far out for most so no one never really bothered going with the exception of a few but in their minds it was jokes on the people who missed out on this beach.
The friend group was more than ready to do the long drive just to experience the wonders of the beach for themselves, desperate to make the most out of their summer.
“Can’t wait to get wet” Sunghoon murmured under his breath, feeling the sweat trickling off his body but Jake shoved him with a disgusted face, “Not like that you nasty freak” Sunghoon spat when he realized how Jake interpreted his words
Jake broke out into a fit of giggles before shifting to the middle seat, squeezing his arms in the middle compartment between the driver and passenger seat. “Jay! I can’t believe you’re sleeping through this awesome trip to the beach. Wake up!” Jake forcefully woke his said friend up from his slumber
“Shut up Jake” Was all Jay said not even opening his eyes as he nestled his head deeper into the head rest
“Don’t stress over it too much Jake. Jay needs his beauty sleep in order to drive back”
Jay teared his eyes opened and whipped his head, staring at Heeseung in disbelief “When did we ever establish that I was making the drive back?” Jay asked and Heeseung cheekily smiled
“Uh about 5 seconds ago”
Heeseung noticed in the mirror how Jay almost launched himself at him and he held out a finger and shook it, letting out an ‘Uh uh’. “Can’t hit me I’m the driver” Jay huffed at his friend’s response, rolling his eyes as he folded his arms in annoyance
“I’m gonna take you down the moment we get to the beach Hee”
Heeseung jokingly shivered in fear but laughed out loud hearing how Jake and Sunghoon erupted in a loud laughter.
“You guys are so annoying” Jay frowned and Sunghoon who sat behind him in the back seat snuck his hand and poked Jay’s cheek causing him jerk away and attempt to grab Sunghoon’s hand
Sunghoon laughed as Jay turned around to glare at him. “I’ll take you down too Sunghoon”
“Oh yeah? I’d like to see you try” Sunghoon raised his eyebrow, instigating his friend but they were interrupted when the car was parked
“And we’re here!” Heeseung announced and Jake was the first one to shoot out of the car and run towards the beach with a scream
The beach was in fact very true to its reputation, not seeing a single soul there other than them and he was in awe by how beautiful the beach was.
The sand felt like fresh soft snow, the clear water allowing to see the ocean floor. This beach was utterly perfect, Jake felt an arm around his shoulder and he looked to see Heeseung who closed his eyes and sharply inhaled.
“Now it feels like summer”
𓇼 ⋆.˚ 𓆉 𓆝 𓆡⋆.˚ 𓇼
Jay stayed true to his words as he was quick to grab Heeseung once they all settled down and attempt to drag him into the water.
“Let go of me!” Heeseung tried to peel his friend off of him as they got closer to the water, “You also wanted to get Sunghoon! Get him and spare me, I’ll even help you!”
Jay stopped hearing at the sudden offer of help to take down the said other friend instead and he let go of Heeseung to show a sign of truce.
Heeseung sighed in relief seeing that he was spared as he followed in suit after Jay who was already marching back to the poor blanket they established for themselves where the other two friends were settled down at.
The summer sun blared against them and Sunghoon who was minding his own business talking to Jake took notice of his two friends looking at him with an unreadable expression.
“What?” He asked and before he knew it, his two friends grabbed him by the arms and attempted to drag him to the water, “What the fuck?!” Sunghoon thrashed in their hold to break free
“Jake help us! You know he’s stronger than all of us” Heeseung called out to the last friend who immediately jumped in and pushed Sunghoon with his shoulder closer to the water
And right when Sunghoon was able to manage free one of his arms from their hold, he was pushed harshly into the freezing cold sea. He landed face first and gasped loudly as he jumped up, covering his face with his hands as he panted for air.
“Thought you said you couldn’t wait to get wet Hoon” Jake teased with the previous words said in the car and Sunghoon shot a sharp glare to his friends who were laughing loudly seeing his soaked state
“You three are so done for” Sunghoon announced before taking big strides out of the water to chase after his already running friends
They were in their own world, oblivious to you, the only other person on the beach who arrived not too long after them. You frowned, ripping off your earbuds as you rested yourself up on your elbows hearing the loud ruckus on the beach.
This was supposed to be a hidden peaceful beach, so why were you hearing not one, not two, not even three but four guys screaming on the top of their lungs.
When you caught sight of the four guys on the beach, you grimaced to yourself realizing they were just like you, just trying to enjoy the summer day on the beautiful beach.
You dragged down your sunglasses to the bridge of your nose to properly get a look at them and your breath slightly hitched seeing them in their little establishment of a blanket that held all of their belongings.
Sunghoon pulled his damped shirt off and twisted it to get the water drained out of it, seeing how the stream of water fell from his favorite shirt made him frown deeply.
“Cheer up Sunghoon, it’ll dry up in the most natural way” Heeseung patted his bare back before pointing into the sky, “By the sun” Sunghoon swatted his friend’s hand away making him chuckle before giving a few more extra pats just to spite Sunghoon
As the rest of his friend were following in suit of removing their shirts, Sunghoon looked around the beach, his eyes squinting from the sun’s glare before stopping on you, he didn’t notice there was someone else besides them.
He froze up, noticing your piercing gaze on them from the opening of your sunglasses that rested midway on your nose bridge.
“Hey” He called out to garner his friend’s attention and Jake who already took of his shirt and threw it down next to Sunghoon’s was the first to react to his friend’s calling
He noticed how Sunghoon was looking off to the distance so his eyes trailed the line of sight and he finally noticed you. Jake immediately slapped Jay’s body in a haste before he could even take off his shirt and the boy was going to curse at his friend before noticing something or more like someone had Jake’s full undivided attention.
He looked to where his two friend were staring at as he saw your held up self by your elbows, your fingers holding your sunglasses down just enough to fully see them.
“What are you guys so quiet?” Heeseung laughed, not paying attention to what was happening and when he finally did
He turned his gaze from his frozen friends to you, the one that made them all suddenly speechless.
There was no denying the fact that you were beautiful. Your skin glistened from combination of sunblock, lotion and sweat as your eyes never once left them. Your eyes hoping from each of them as you drunk in their undeniable strong appearance.
Today must’ve been your lucky day, you were blessed with four conveniently attractive guys on the beach on the hot summer day.
You smirked before bringing your sunglasses up and laying back down on your back to continue allowing the sun to drown your skin.
When you finally looked away, the guys were finally able to breathe as they all turned to each other with shaky eyes. They didn’t know what, let alone why, they were feeling like this but there was one thing they all collectively felt and it throbbed right in between their legs.
𓇼 ⋆.˚ 𓆉 𓆝 𓆡⋆.˚ 𓇼
“Go long” Jay shouted to Jake who ran through the sand, arms out to catch the football thrown to him
It’s been a few hours since they’ve arrived at the beach (and since they realized your presence). You respectfully kept your distance and they did the same, worried what would happen if the 5 of you got close enough.
Jake thought he would be able to catch the football but instead it slipped through his hands and fled past him only to land right next to you. Great.
You heard the thud next to you and you peered over your shoulder to spot the football that landed almost perfectly next to you. You turned to the side seeing how Jake was mumbling to himself before lightly jogging over to you with a hand up and a tight smile.
You fully turned around and sat up, grabbing the football next to you waiting until he arrived in front of you. Jake slowed down his pace, gulping down a pant that he excused to be from jogging and nothing else.
“Sorry about that, it slipped through my fingers” The guy in front of you rubbed his nape awkwardly, looking everywhere but at you
You frowned lightly before tilting your head, fully removing your sunglasses. Jake finally noticed you and he let out an audible gasp, seeing your face up close without your sunglasses blocking your face.
As weird as it sounded in his head, you had the most perfect pair of eyes he’s ever see. His eyes that stayed on your face, now lingered down your body. He threw himself into a daze as he unconsciously licked his lips as he tried to burn the sight of you into his eyes.
He realized he must’ve been staring when he hadn’t said anything and the football was still in your hand, he embarrassingly pulled his gaze back to your eyes.
You looked up to his standing figure and slightly smirked seeing the faint reddening in his ear as you realized where his lingering eyes were. You shook the football in your hand, “Make sure to catch it next time” Hearing your voice for the first time made his heart pound uncomfortably against his chest
Everything about you was perfect. He gulped, knowing if he opened his mouth he would ruin the moment. Sticking to only nodding his head and grabbing the football from you as you gave him a sweet sickening smirk, a glint in you that he caught before you placed your sunglasses back on.
You laid back down on your front with ease, your boobs slotting into the holes in the sand you made to fit them perfectly.
Jake began to walk away, trying to get his mind off of you but it was impossible, not after seeing you so up to close even hearing your voice before any of the others.
You made his mind too fuzzy to think properly that he spontaneously turned his heel and walked back towards you, calling out to get your attention.
You raised your head up again and he could feel your questioning gaze through your glasses towards him but he pushed past that as he held the football out to you.
“Wanna come play with us?”
𓇼 ⋆.˚ 𓆉 𓆝 𓆡⋆.˚ 𓇼
Now what Jake meant by if you wanted to play with them consisted of you throwing the football back and forth every now and then but mainly for you to just hang around and talk with them.
He didn’t expect to have you sucking the life out of him, his head thrown back as he held back whines by how easily you took all of him in your mouth. Jay who you were sitting in between of his legs had your swimsuit bottoms pushed to the side as his fingers were buried deep inside your dripping wet core.
Heeseung and Sunghoon huddle over you, silently watching the scene before them. It was something straight of a porn video but instead it being through a video, it was happening in real life and to them.
“F-fuck, y-you’re such a good girl. Taking all of me in your mouth” Jake groaned as you continued to bop up and down his shaft in a haste, as your mouth vibrated around him from the curling of Jay’s finger deep inside you
“She’s no good girl” Jay spat as his fingers pumped in and out of you and he smirked wildly feeling you clenching around his fingers, you whined around Jake’s cock, feeling your stomach tightening and Jay could feel you getting closer to your orgasm
He hastily continued to glide his two plunged fingers deeper and faster into you causing you to be a moaning mess. “Continue sucking him off, he didn’t come yet” Jay slipped out his fingers that ripped you away from your orgasm only to slap your pussy harshly making you jolt
You could feel the tears building up in your eyes as spit formed in the corner of your mouth as you tried to continue sucking Jake’s cock after having your orgasm ripped from you.
“You’ll let me use your pretty mouth right?” Jake let out almost like a plea as you weekly nodded and that was all Jake needed before he was holding the back of your head as his hips slammed against your face to chase his own release
You gurgled out chokes as you felt him deep into your throat, his heavy balls slapping your chin from his fast thrust as he fucked you like you were nothing more than just a toy for him. “Your mouth is absolutely perfect” He panted, feeling the build up in his stomach coming closer and closer
Jay who was circling your folds together, smirked seeing how you let Jake use you and he decided to be the second nice one out of the bunch and reward you. His slipped his fingers back into your gaping hole and you strained out a weak gasp, your oxygen levels dropping as you were filled from two holes.
“Taking what I give you so well” Jay hummed satisfied how you easily took his fingers back in, as if they were meant to always be buried in you
“Fuck!” Jake shouted as he stilled his thrust and his warm seed shot down your throat making sure he dumped everything in to have you swallow
He gave a few more shallow thrust before finally pulling away from your mouth with a pop, his lips shivering from the sudden hit of cold air on his wet warm cock. He weakly looked to you to see your dazed out expression, weak moans falling from your lips as Jay continued to slam his fingers into you.
Jake cooed seeing you cupping your face with his hands and rubbed his thumbs against them to ease you. You let out wet strained noises as Jake remained eye contact with you.
“Let go on his fingers” Jake’s soft voice sent jolts into your body and straight down to your stretched out hole
Those words caused you to clamp down harshly on Jay’s fingers as his other free hand found your swollen clit and harshly rubbed it. You squealed as you clawed onto Jake’s body who carefully held you.
“Give it to me” Jay sneered as the stimulation was making you see stars but alongside of the usual build up in your stomach, you felt something else
You shook your head violently, realizing what he was trying to draw out of you. You tried to get away from Jay’s protruding fingers but Jake kept you in your place to continue sucking in Jay’s fingers
You screamed as the gush of stream shot out of you, drowning Jay’s finger, your swimsuit bottom and Jay’s lower body in your release. His fingers slipped out of you and messily rubbed away at your gushing hole, encouraging more of your release to burst out of you.
Your body jerked into Jake as he held you tightly, watching the scene in pure awe. He was going to need that moment tattooed into his brain.
“Shit that was so hot” Jay panted as you shivered violently from the high you were in as your body fell limped against theirs
Jay soothed your bum with his hand as if to tell you ‘good job’.
You could feel your body spent but it was far from over.
“Alright move it’s our turn” You faintly made out a voice through the ringing of your ear, you suddenly felt your body tussled from one to another with ease
You gasped and through the haze of your eyes, you looked to recognize Sunghoon, the first guy you saw on the beach.
“Hoon are you sure she can handle it? Look at her” Jake shoved his softened self back into his trunks as he pointed out your dazed expression and Sunghoon smirked before taping the side of your face with his hand
He smirked to your dazed expression as you stared at him with your teared filled eyes, “Of course she can, she’ll be good to us after all, won’t you?” Your hole clenched around nothing hearing the words thrown to you
You let out a whimper when you felt your swimsuit bottom be pulled the side once again but this time by Heeseung as he watched your closing and opening hole. “So fucking pretty”
“Don’t even think about it” Sunghoon warned as he noticed Heeseung taking in your glistening core with hungry eyes
Heeseung peered away from you to his friend surprised as he saw a stern look on Sunghoon’s face. “I saw her first, she’s mine” He slight shoved Heeseung away from you causing your swimsuit bottom to slip from his hand and snap against you making you squeal
“Shh it’s okay, gonna make it all feel good” Sunghoon whispered in your ear before suddenly pushing you into their poorly held blanket
You had your face down being able to feel the snow underneath the blanket against your face as your ass was raised high to be displayed.
All of sudden like a bunch of seagulls, all his friend flocked around as Sunghoon pulled your bottom to the side to catch glimpse of your dripping self. The moment was embarrassing, having four guys stare directly at your exposed self like it was the best thing to ever exist(to them it was).
Sunghoon’s quickly brought his trunks down just enough to have his harden cock spring out before he protruded it into your hole not wanting to waste anymore time that prevented him from feeling the paradise he knew you were. “Fu-Fuck Jay you didn’t prep her for shit! She’s still so fucking tight”
“How come you’re the first one to fuck her?!” Jay shouted as you struggled to take Sunghoon in your hole, gasping because it was true, you weren’t nearly prepared enough to take him
“Because I saw her first” Sunghoon grunted as he was finally able to bottom out, the grip on him almost made him cum right then and there as you panted by how full you felt
Yet, you didn’t have enough time to get used to his size stretching you out as he suddenly started to slam his hips to you. Your body was sent deeper into the blanket as you gasped loudly, feeling the sand underneath your hand as you clawed at the blanket for leverage.
Your whines soon became louder as Sunghoon sent a smack to the side of your ass loudly. “Sucking me in so good like you were made for this shit”
Your mouth fell slacked, moans, whimpers and babbles mixed together as your back was being blown out by Sunghoon.
His tip soon found the bundle of nerves in you that made your fall completely apart of his cock, “That’s right, fall apart of my cock- Just like that-“
You felt dizzy, the wind was getting knocked out of you by each of his harsh thrust, lead by primal need to fill you up.
“Gonna milk my cock? Going to be good and take everything I give you?” Sunghoon gruntled out as he could feel the knot forming in his stomach daring to snap
“Yes! Yes! Yes!” You answered to his question, not having a full comprehension of what was being said but what you wanted was to milk him of everything he’s got
Sunghoon muttered multiple ‘fucks’ as his pace became brutal chasing the high, the way you tightened around him, the way that you kept sucking him back in when he tried to get even as little a more than midway away from you to slam his cock back into you.
Your hole gripped him like it never wanted him to leave as the wave of pleasure finally crashed down on you as you let out a loud moan as you came all over him. Sunghoon smirked and sent another smack to your ass, you whined loudly as his thrust finally started slowing down with grip on your hip that you knew there was no way there weren’t bruises left behind.
Sunghoon’s warm seed painted your velvet walls white, as he groaned, “So fucking good”
You whimpered as his twitching cock slipped out of you. He was covered in his and your release and he watched how his cum oozed out of you. Fuck he loved it so much.
“Out of my way Sunghoon” Heeseung shoved his friend to the side who tripped over his feet, “I drove over here, it’s only fair that I get to go second” Heeseung explained, excited to finally be getting in on the action after being deprived unlike his friends who at least did something with you
“Nu uh Hee” Heeseung felt a hand on his shoulder as he was pulled back to have Jay squeeze through behind you instead of him, “I’m the one driving back, I deserved to go second”
Heeseung mouth fell slack and the tent in his trunks twitched in desperation need as it realized that it was going to continue being deprived of relief.
Jay on the other hand, didn’t hesitate to rip out his aching self into his hand and gave a few stroke to himself, he saw how Sunghoon’s release came out of you and he felt the need to replace it with his own.
Your broken out noises turned into another loud gasp as you felt an even larger of a stretch by Jay who struggled to slip into you. “All about talking shit Sunghoon- Fuck!-But you didn’t even loosen her enough for me” Jay gruntled as your hole tried to get accustomed to the wider stretch
“O-oh my-“ You clawed harder onto the blanket as the stretch was almost too much for you to handle and Jay took notice of that
He cooed as he rubbed up and down your back, forcing yourself to arch even more for him, “Taking two cocks back to back huh?” He sneered as he tried to remain his usual composure as he moved painfully slow
You whined as you moved your hips to meet with his slow thrust and Jay smirked wildly seeing you were starting to fuck yourself on him.
Jay stopped his thrusting and let you do all the work. You weakly slammed your lower half against him trying to build up the pleasure lingering in your stomach. Jay’s hand rubbed your back as he watched his cock barely disappear inside of you from how shallow you were fucking yourself.
“Come on, you can go faster than that. Don’t you wanna come again?” Jay snarked and he could feel the pure desperation in your movements for him to take over
But he wasn’t going to take going to give you what you wished for. If you wanted him, you needed to prove that you do.
“Please” You begged, your hips not meeting his in the same fast pace you wished for, “Pl-please” Fresh tears spilled from your eyes
“Please what, I need words”
“Please fuck me, I’ll be good- Just please!” The scene before Jay was pathetic
“Never met such a cock hungry girl before, better take all I give you” And with that Jay snapped his hips hard to meet yours half wall causing you let out a loud moan
Jay didn’t have to time to waste, his fingers left indents right next to Sunghoon’s on your hip. “Tightest pussy ever” Jay groaned as all you could do was have your mouth open wide by the sheer stretch he gave your hole
You’ve never been this stretched out before and it made your mind turn into mush. “Letting random guys fuck you on the beach, what if someone were to come and see?” Your hole clenched harder at the thought and Jay smirked, letting out a stifle laugh, “You like knowing that anyone could see you right now”
Your moans and sounds of skin slapping filled the beach as the waves crashed against the shore, the wetness not being able to match the wetness that gushed and stained your hole and Jay’s ramming cock.
His thrust only remained sloppy, his heavy balls slapping against your ass making you coat him in your release as you let out an obscene whine, “Perfect pussy” Jay praised as he felt you grip onto him that even almost forcing him out if it wasn’t for him continuing his raging pace.
“Al-almost there- Shit!” Jay thrust shot your body deeper and deeper, the overstimulation make your eyes roll to the back of your head wondering just how you were able to be in this position
Jay was brutal, merely using you for his own pleasures and it soon came for him as his thrust only got messier until his warm seed coated your already mixed velvet and white walls with his own release. He gave a few harsh thrust deep inside you to push his cum deeper than Sunghoon’s wanting to have his mark in you deeper than the others.
He groaned loudly, feeling the way you gripped him making sure you took everything he gave you without a single thing falling out. When he pulled out, Jay quickly shoved his fingers deep inside you to hold his cum in your hole. You squeaked feeling the replacement of his cock with his fingers. “Gotta make sure it stays in there”
You wailed feeling how your hole fluttered around his large fingers in you and how he would pump them slowly giving the excuse that there was some falling out and he couldn’t have you leaking.
However, there was a tap on Jay’s shoulder and he looked to see Jake who had a softer look in his eyes than him and Sunghoon, “Let me take care of her you assholes” Jake told as he motioned for his friend to move, seeing your fucked out expression and red filled with white hole
Jay scoffed as he harshly removed his fingers from you, seeing how it was coated beautifully by you. He admired his fingers before delivering a light smack followed by a few faint taps against your sore core making your shudder loudly.
Jake ushered his friend to move and Jay rolled his eyes, stuffing himself back into the restraints of his swimming trunks before finally letting his other friend have you.
Jake could feel the betrayal gaze on him and he knew Heeseung wanted to go next, badly too. But Jake saw the way Jay and Sunghoon had used you and that he needed to step in and treat you the way you should be treated for, like the gifted paradise you were for them.
“Hey it’s okay, I actually got you” Instead of continuing your position and having your face down and ass up, Jake carefully flipped your sensitive body around to have you facing him
The sunlight blinded your eye sight, your chest rising and falling from how heavy you were breathing but you could feel the pairs of hungry eyes on you as you laid sprawled in front of them, your dazed out expression, your fluttering hole that leaked the releases that it held. You looked perfect in their eyes.
And Jake was going to make sure you knew just how precious and perfect you are.
Instead of diving straight into your hole with his aching hard on, he wanted to treat you. Jake slotted himself in between you, raising your legs over his shoulder, his breathing fanning over your wet core, he gave butterfly kisses on your inner thigh as he traveled down further and further until he finally made contact with your wet heat.
You gasped, the overstimulation started to overwhelm you but Jake soothed your body with his warm hands, trying to help calm your jolting self.
As he gave open kisses, through the haze of stimulation, yours hands ached to tangle in his hair, his tongue gliding with ease as he buried himself in the sweet venom of you. His nose rubbing against your clit perfectly which finally made you finally claw at his hair. Jake groaned feeling your hands tangle with his already messy fluffy hair and that sent shivers running through as it added beautifully to the sensation of his mouth.
“Taste so sweet” Jake blabbed, “So fucking good, so addicting”
Jake continued to eat you out, his tongue teasing your entrance as his lips worked its wonders on you. The dazed feeling of his open mouth to it closing, sucking everything that was coming out of you. Jake could get lost in you and he was.
The way you tasted, the way he had you arching your back, your hands pulling against his hair as he could feel you closing in on his tongue, this was what Jake strived to forever be in.
Your mewls encouraged him further and right when you could feel the same build up in the stomach that you didn’t even know you could bring out again, Jake disconnect his mouth from you.
You closed your eyes whining how your orgasm was ripped away from you and you lazily looked to Jake who was panting heavily, the bottom of his face smeared with his own spit, your mixed arousals, as he stared at your desperate self. He leaned in once more to give a kiss on your swollen clit before raising his body to clash with yours.
You felt how Jake pressed himself against you as he softly whispered in your ear, “I’m sorry angel, need you to come on my cock instead” He placed a kiss on the side of your face, making your heart twist feeling the wet sensation on your face which it soon melted you as you feel his guided intrusion stretching you out a second later
You gripped his shoulders as he buried himself in the crock of your neck, his thrust allowing him to ease in more and more, his tip pushed further into you as his thrust were desperate but slow. Jake gripped your sides when he was able to find the pace that allowed him and you to feel even more than how you already were with each other, “Such a beautiful angel” His praises made your insides turn mushy as you let yourself get used to the tender side kisses and touches left by Jake
His buried cock slipping in and out of you with a growing pace and you started to feel how he was losing his sense of direction as he started to snap his hips faster into you, “Absolutely perfect- How can you be so- F-fuck” Jake felt your tightening hold on his cock as you wrapped your arms over his shoulder, your chest meshed with his and he shattered feeling the very mounds that he couldn’t get his mind off ever since he saw them
Jake’s hand grabbed your breast in his hand to squeeze like a personal stress ball as his body was succumbing to you. The touch to your sensitive mound made you shake as he only thrusted into you at his quick pace, “I’m- I’m gonna come-” Jake whined as he placed harsh kisses against you neck almost immediately finding your sweet spot which made you break
Just as you gripped him tighter, you felt the twitch of his cock as his thrust were growing frantic for his release, his hot breathe in your ear with endless praises, the hold on your boob growing tighter as the thrust into you were finally becoming sharp thrusts.
His spurts shot inside of you which prompted your own release as yours and Jake’s mixed pleasure came together, coating each other in your releases.
You shivered feeling the new load in your already full stomach, Jake’s pants filled your ears and he continued to place the kisses all of your chest and collarbone, “You did so good angel, the best ever” Jake tried to soothe your shivering self as you heavily panted, closing your eyes, allowing yourself to get used to the warmth of his body with you but that was taken away from you as you felt Jake achingly pull himself out of you
You felt the emptiness once again as he planted a kiss to your worn out knee, a sign of affection before leaving your sore body on the blanket, your expression too far beyond any comprehension.
Jake didn’t want to leave you, wanting to continue relishing in your warmth that engulfed him but he couldn’t be selfish, not when he knew that there was someone else, his own friend who’s been patiently waiting long enough.
When Heeseung realized it was finally his turn, the weight on his shoulder felt heavier instead of lighter, he stared at you with a crazed expression knowing he had to go out with a bang.
You body still shuddering trying to come down from your high and the new addition of release inside of you. You closed your eyes trying to catch you breath when suddenly you felt your weak legs be spread open and you shot your eyes open to see Heeseung staring at your messy sticky hole coated with his friends and yours release. His unreadable expression made your heart hammer against your chest, your mind too fucked out to even try and attempt to see what was going through his head.
Yet, the only thing that coursed through his head was the thought and determination to completely fill you up to the brim.
You exposed on full display for him made him let out a dopey smile before diving his face right into you. Feeling the stride of Heeseung’s tongue on you made you squeal as you blabbed that you couldn’t take anymore, the overstimulation hazed your senes, it being too much for you.
But you could feel the smirk against your core as Heeseung gave it a few kisses and harsh pulls with his teeth making you yelp loudly.
“Come on, you have one more cock to take” Heeseung laughed as he pulled away, his thumb rubbing over your core before lightly intruding it but just as quickly as he gave you that taste, he ripped it away from you
You pathetically let out a whine even though you were complaining you couldn’t take anymore, “Shh it’s okay, I know what you want. Don’t worry, I’ll give it to you” And just like that without a moment wasted, Heeseung pulled himself out, smearing his tip filed with precum with your mess before lightly intruding your hole with his tip that slipped in with ease thanks to his friend’s and yours mixed arousal
You threw your head back into the depths of the blanket feeling the sand that was molded to you head by how much you were pressed onto it. Heeseung soon pushed his tip painfully slower into you and the stretch and his length made your mind go on overdrive and there were no more thoughts in your head. Just thinking about the paradise beach guys.
“Yo-You’re taking me so well..- Shit! You actually are perfect” Heeseung grumbled, feeling himself get lost in you by the sheer amount of pleasure you were giving him
After hearing how well you’ve been taking them, it soared your dark ego as you continued to bathe in the degradation and praises you were receiving for being just so good to them.
He didn’t allow himself to bottom out, wanting to start now rather than later as he’s been the only one deprived for so long unlike his friends. Your body melted into the more easy pace, seeming like he wanted to take his time with you, to have his cock memorize your insides and see which thrust would be able to have you see stars and crumble just for him.
Heeseung’s hands soothed your aching hips as his pelvis would meet yours with slow but harsh thrust, it made your sealed breast to move within the restraints of your swimsuit and Heeseung wasn’t having any of it. He bundled up the top of your swimsuit before yanking it down to release your held breast to witness the beauty of them bouncing with each of his thrust.
The sight of it made his pace stutter and one of his hand gripped your right one, his left hand holding your waist to continue his deep thrust into you. His fingers played with your perky harden nipples which made your body jump, shaking your head as you felt the overstimulation of the sensation mess with your soul.
He pinched your nipple hard when he finally found the spot needed that made you squeal, muttering how you couldn’t possibly take anymore. The tip of his cock kissing your insides perfectly and he darkly chuckled hearing your babbles.
“You can take it- You‘ll take it like the good girl you are” Heeseung’s deep and calculated thrust into you made sure of it, you were going to give him another one and you were going to take what he gives you
Your mind already mushy, you only nodded in acceptance. You knew your babbles weren’t true. You would take what he gives you just like how he said you would. Your cries and moans mixed with the crashing waves of the ocean.
Your hands found the wrist of his hand that continued to pull and pinch your nipple as he simultaneously matched his thrust with the pull your already hard nipple. Your face scrunched harshly from your senses being thrown away as your ears rung, only hearing the waves crashing against the shore.
And right when a large wave crashed, so did you.
You clamped down harshly on Heeseung, who groaned at the sensation of you tightening around him and he lost control as he started to slam his hips into you in order to chase his own high. Your soft moans soon grew louder as ‘uhs’ left your mouth, your boobs bouncing faster.
“S-shit, gonna take me for all I’m worth” Heeseung spat and you only chanted ‘yes’ nonstop until one final harsh thrust lead to the emptying of his balls filled of him to litter your hole with his release.
And just like his promise, he filled you to the brim that it was almost impossible to know if you would ever stop leaking after being pumped so full of cum. Your body too tired and spent as you closed your eyes and heaved heavily trying to come back from the heavy trance they left you in. Heeseung pulled out and all of the friends gathered around to watch your hole leaking out of all of their release alongside yours.
You were the perfect paradise sent their way in order to experience what summer is supposed to truly be like.
Sunghoon who held a marker in hand used his mouth to bite the cap off throwing it off somewhere into the sand as he walked over to your spent self, carefully picking up you aching leg which made you shiver and he rubbed his thumb in a calming matter, smirking at the scene before bringing the marker on your skin.
𓇼 ⋆.˚ 𓆉 𓆝 𓆡⋆.˚ 𓇼
You looked down to your littered body, seeing the faint dried up splotches of cum that you didn’t know who it belonged to, the faint indents of their fingers left on your hips.
But what made your heart hammer to your chest were the four phone numbers on your body. Your left forearm having Jake’s number with a small ‘:)’ next to his name.
Jay writing his number on the back of your hand as it trailed to the bone of your wrist with just ‘J’ next to it. While Heeseung wrote down his number on the back of you calf which you had to take a picture of in order to properly see the number and the small ‘Hee’ he added with a dash next to it
While Sunghoon wrote his number in crevice on your inner thigh that was close to your fucked out hole from all that it was put through. But along with Sunghoon’s name with his number he wrote a simple note next it.
‘Call us’
The beach was indeed a paradise like its names as it now held the best memory to date of the perfect summer for all five of you.
recommendations for enhypen, &team, txt, and seventeen
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You and your rival, Heeseung, are forced to sleep on the floor together after a late-night group project because all other spots are taken. What starts as annoyed bickering and reluctant closeness quickly turns into heavy sexual tension.
contents ; rivalxrival, ( 18+ ) minors dni ! enemies to complicated, semi public sx, unprotected sx ( not recommended ), swearing! , blowjob, m! receive, spooning sx .
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You and Heeseung had been rivals since the moment you stepped into the academy. Sharp-tongued, competitive, and unwilling to yield even an inch to each other. That rivalry had only grown worse during this group project. For days now, the two of you had been clashing nonstop—especially tonight.
The living room was dimly lit by a single lamp. The rest of the group had already given up and passed out, one sprawled across the couch, another curled up on the floor with a blanket. It was well past midnight, and the argument between you and Heeseung had dragged on far too long.
You finally threw your hands up. “You know what? Forget it. I’m tired. I’m not wasting any more energy on this.”
You rolled your eyes, not even waiting for his reply. The only space left was a narrow strip on the edge of the floor. Great. Just great. You muttered under your breath, “Dang it…” and carefully stepped over the sleeping bodies, too exhausted to grab your blanket from your backpack. You collapsed onto the cold floor, lying on your side with your back facing the room.
A few minutes later, you heard footsteps. Heeseung stood there, scanning the room with a heavy sigh. Every decent spot was taken. The chairs were too uncomfortable for his back, and the only free space left… was right beside you.
He rubbed the back of his neck, clearly annoyed. For a second he hesitated, jaw tight. But exhaustion won. Without a word, he stepped over the others and lay down behind you, facing your back. The floor was barely wide enough for both of you. You could feel the faint warmth of his body just inches away, but you were too tired to turn around or care.
Until you shifted.
Your eyes fluttered open as your shoulder brushed against something solid. You turned your head slightly… and froze.
Heeseung was right there. Eyes closed, brows slightly furrowed even in sleep, his face mere inches from yours.
“What the fuck?!” you hissed under your breath, careful not to wake the others.
Heeseung’s eyes snapped open. For a split second, surprise flashed across his face, quickly replaced by that familiar look of irritation. He didn’t move away.
“Keep your voice down,” he whispered sharply, voice low and rough from tiredness. “You think I wanted this? There’s nowhere else, genius.”
You glared at him, heart beating faster than it should. “Then go sleep somewhere else. I’m not sharing space with you.”
“Yeah? And where exactly?” Heeseung shot back, voice barely above a whisper. His breath brushed against your cheek. “The couch is taken. The floor’s full. Unless you want me to sleep on top of you, this is it.”
Your face burned. You hated how close he was—close enough to catch the faint scent of his cologne mixed with the tiredness in his eyes. Close enough that every small movement made your shoulders touch.
“Move one inch closer and I swear I’ll push you into the wall,” you muttered, turning your back to him again.
Heeseung let out a quiet, bitter chuckle. “Trust me, I’d rather be anywhere but here too.”
But neither of you moved.
the silence stretched between you, the only sounds were the soft breathing of your sleeping groupmates and the faint ticking of the clock on the wall. You could feel the heat radiating from his body against your back, and no matter how much you told yourself it was just the rivalry making your pulse race… you knew the night had just gotten a lot more complicated.
A few minutes passed in heavy silence. You turned your face toward the wall, determined to ignore the boy behind you and force yourself to sleep.
But the floor was narrow and uncomfortable. One of your sleeping classmates behind Heeseung suddenly rolled over in his sleep and pushed against his back. The sudden force made Heeseung slide forward, pressing his chest flush against your back.
“Shit…” he mumbled, voice low and rough.
He quickly planted his hands on the floor, trying to keep some distance, but there was nowhere to go. The push had left almost no space between your bodies. You could feel the heat of him through your clothes, his breath brushing the back of your neck.
Your heart slammed in your chest. You turned your head slightly, only to find his face right there—barely a breath away. His dark eyes were open, staring directly at you. Your noses were nearly touching.
“What the hell are you doing?” you whispered sharply, cheeks burning.
“I’m not doing anything,” Heeseung hissed back, clearly frustrated. “That idiot behind me pushed me. You think I want to be this close to you?”
His voice was quieter than usual, strained. One of his hands was still braced on the floor beside your waist, caging you in without meaning to. Every small movement made your bodies press together even more. You could feel the steady thump of his heartbeat against your back.
You glared at him, but the anger felt different now—mixed with something nervous and warm that you refused to name.
“Well, move back,” you muttered.
“Where?” Heeseung shot back, eyebrows furrowed. His gaze dropped to your lips for half a second before snapping back up. “There’s literally no space. Unless you want me to climb over you.”
You swallowed hard. The tension between you was thicker than ever. The rivalry, the annoyance, the exhaustion… and now this forced, unbearable closeness.
Heeseung let out a slow, shaky breath. “Just… go back to sleep. Pretend I’m not here.”
But neither of you moved. And neither of you closed your eyes.
You tried to ignore it—that strange, fluttering warmth twisting low in your stomach. It wasn’t anger. You knew anger too well when it came to Heeseung. This was something else. Something softer, heavier, You brushed it off, blaming it on exhaustion, on the way his body heat was seeping through your shirt like it had no right to.
But your body wasn’t listening.
Every time you breathed, your back pressed a little more firmly against his chest. His heartbeat was steady but strong, and you could feel it syncing with yours in the quiet. His breath ghosted across the nape of your neck, warm and slightly uneven now.
“Stop moving,” Heeseung muttered, voice so low it vibrated against your skin.
“I’m not,” you whispered back, sharper than you meant to. But you had shifted—just a little—trying to create even an inch of space that didn’t exist. The movement only made your hips brush against his, and you both froze.
That flutter in your stomach dropped lower.
Heeseung’s hand, still braced on the floor near your waist, tightened slightly, fingers pressing into the hardwood like he was fighting the urge to grip something else. His forehead nearly touched the back of your head.
“Fuck,” he breathed, so quietly you almost missed it. “This is ridiculous.”
You didn’t answer. You couldn’t. Your throat felt tight, and that weird sensation was spreading—warmth crawling up your chest, heat pooling between your legs. You hated how aware you were of him. The faint scent of his skin, the way his thigh was almost slotted against yours, the solid line of his body curved behind you like it was made to fit there.
Another soft snore came from the guy behind him, and Heeseung got pushed forward again. This time there was no saving it—his hips pressed flush against your ass, and you felt the unmistakable hardness growing there.
Your eyes widened. Heat flooded your face.
“Heeseung—” you started, voice barely a whisper, mmhalf something else.
“Don’t,” he cut you off, strained. His lips were so close to your ear now. “Don’t say anything. It’s… it’s just biology, okay? I’m tired. You’re warm. That’s all.”
But he didn’t pull away.
And you didn’t shove him back.
Instead, you stayed perfectly still, heart hammering so hard you were sure he could feel it too. That flutter in your stomach had turned into a full ache now, low and insistent. Your thighs pressed together instinctively, and the small movement made you brush against him again.
Heeseung let out a shaky exhale through his nose, almost a hiss. His free hand twitched like he wanted to grab your hip but stopped himself halfway, fingers hovering just above your waist.
“You’re shaking,” he observed quietly. There was no smugness in his voice for once—just raw tension.
“I’m not,” you lied.
His dark chuckle was barely audible. “Liar.”
The silence stretched again, heavier this time. Charged. You could feel every inch of where your bodies touched—his chest to your back, his hips to your ass, his knees slightly bent behind yours. The rivalry that usually burned between you felt like it was melting into something else entirely.
You turned your head just enough to glance at him over your shoulder. His eyes were already on you, dark and intense, pupils blown wide. His lips were parted, breath coming a little faster.
For a second, neither of you spoke.
Then Heeseung’s gaze dropped to your mouth again, longer this time.
“…If you tell anyone about this,” he whispered, voice rough, “I’ll make your life hell.”
You swallowed. “Same goes for you.”
But neither of you moved away.
And when his fingers finally brushed—barely—against your waist, you didn’t push his hand off.
You squeezed your eyes shut tighter, trying desperately to force sleep to come.
One sheep… two sheep… three sheep…
It was useless. The counting only made you more aware of your own breathing, which was too shallow. Every inhale pressed your back more firmly against Heeseung’s chest. Every exhale made you feel the hard line of his body even more—especially the unmistakable heat and stiffness nestled against your ass.
Damn it. Damn it. Damn it.
The warm flutter in your stomach had turned into a deep, throbbing ache between your thighs. You pressed them together again, but that only made it worse, sending a small shiver up your spine. You felt Heeseung’s breath hitch against the back of your neck.
“Stop squirming,” he whispered, voice dangerously low and rough. His fingers, still hovering near your waist, finally settled—lightly, almost hesitantly—on your hip. Not gripping. Just… resting there. Like he couldn’t stop himself.
“I’m not squirming,” you hissed back, eyes still shut. “I’m trying to sleep. Shut up.”
But your voice came out breathier than you wanted. You bit your lip hard, counting again in your head. Four sheep... fifth sheep...
It didn’t work. All you could focus on was the way his cock twitched against you when you shifted, the way his chest rose and fell faster now, the way his breath was scorching the sensitive skin of your nape.
Heeseung let out a quiet, frustrated groan, barely audible. His forehead dropped forward until it rested against the back of your head.
“You’re killing me here,” he muttered, so close his lips brushed your hair. “Just… stop moving for five seconds.”
“I’m trying,” you snapped under your breath. Your hand clenched into a fist against the cold floor. “This stupid feeling won’t go away. Damn it…”
He went still.
“What feeling?” His voice had dropped even lower. dangerously curious.
You didn’t answer. You couldn’t. Admitting it out loud would make it too real.
But your silence said enough.
Heeseung’s fingers flexed on your hip, pressing just a fraction harder. Not pulling you back, but definitely not letting you escape either. His hips moved—barely—an involuntary little roll that pushed his hard length more firmly between your clothed cheeks.
You sucked in a sharp breath.
“Fuck…” he breathed, almost like a curse and a confession at the same time. “You feel it too, don’t you?”
You kept your eyes screwed shut, heart pounding wildly. The ache between your legs was getting unbearable, a slick warmth starting to gather in your panties. You hated how your body was betraying you, especially with him.
“I hate you,” you whispered, but it sounded weak even to your own ears.
Heeseung let out a soft, dark chuckle against your neck, the sound sending goosebumps racing down your arms.
“Yeah?” His lips ghosted over your skin as he spoke. “Then why are you so warm right now? Why is your breathing all messed up?”
His hand slid slowly, cautiously, from your hip to your stomach, stopping just under your ribs.
You didn’t push him away.
And when his thumb brushed in a small, soothing circle over your shirt, the sensation in your stomach flared hotter.
“Damn it, Heeseung…” you whispered again, half plea, half surrender. Your eyes stayed closed, but your body leaned back into him just the tiniest bit.
You hissed through gritted teeth, voice barely above a breath, “Stop moving, god damn it—stop moving.”
Your body was betraying you with every word. Even as you said it, your hips gave a tiny, involuntary push back against him, chasing the friction you were trying so hard to deny.
Heeseung’s breath stuttered hot against the back of your neck. His hand on your stomach tensed, fingers curling slightly into your shirt like he was anchoring himself.
“I’m not—” he started, but his voice cracked into a low, rough whisper. “Fuck, you’re the one who keeps shifting.”
He was lying. Sort of.
Because even while he spoke, his hips rolled forward again, almost imperceptible, but enough to drag his hard cock more firmly against your ass. The thin fabric of your clothes did nothing to hide how much he wanted this. How much he hated wanting this.
You clenched your jaw, eyes still squeezed shut, trying to fight the slick heat pooling between your thighs. “Then stay still,” you hissed again, sharper this time. “Or I swear I’ll elbow you in the ribs.”
Heeseung let out a quiet, breathless scoff that sounded more like a groan. His forehead pressed harder against the back of your head, his lips now dangerously close to your ear.
“You say that…” he murmured, voice dark and strained, “…but your body’s not listening.”
His hand slowly slid lower on your stomach, stopping right at the waistband of your pants. Not dipping inside. Just resting there. Tempting.
You could feel his heartbeat hammering against your back, fast and unsteady. His cock throbbed once against you, and the sensation made your stomach flip hard.
“Shit…” he cursed under his breath. “You have no idea how much I hate you right now.”
But he still didn’t pull away.
Instead, his nose brushed the shell of your ear as he whispered, so quietly it was almost sinful
“…And you have no idea how badly I want to flip you over and shut that pretty mouth up.”
Your breath hitched loudly in the dark.
The ache between your legs pulsed.
And neither of you moved an inch.
You hissed under your breath, voice trembling with both fury and something far more shameful, “You’re such a whore then—”
The words barely left your lips before Heeseung’s grip on your waist tightened, pulling your hips back against him with a slow, deliberate grind. His hard cock pressed firmly between your ass cheeks, throbbing even through the layers of fabric.
He let out a low, dangerous chuckle right against your ear, the sound rough and dripping with irritation and lust.
“Yeah?” he whispered hotly, lips brushing your skin. “I’m the whore? Then why the fuck are you so wet I can feel the heat through your clothes?”
Your face burned with humiliation. You wanted to snap back, to push him away, but your body was a traitor—your back arched slightly, pressing harder into his chest as another involuntary shiver ran through you. Your thighs squeezed together, but that only made the aching throb between your legs worse.
Heeseung’s hand slid lower, fingers teasing just beneath the hem of your shirt, brushing bare skin. His breath was ragged now.
“Say it again,” he taunted quietly, voice dark. “Call me a whore while your ass keeps rubbing against my dick like you’re begging for it.”
You bit your lip hard, trying to stay quiet as his hips rolled again, filthy, grinding into you with just enough pressure to make your head spin. The slickness between your thighs was undeniable now, your panties growing damp and sticky.
“I hate you,” you breathed, but it came out like a moan instead of an insult.
Heeseung smirked against your neck, teeth grazing your skin for a split second.
“Liar,” he murmured. His fingers dipped a little lower, tracing the waistband of your pants. “Your body’s telling the truth. So fucking honest right now…”
He pushed forward again, trapping you tighter between his body and the floor. The tension was suffocating.
Neither of you was sleeping tonight.
“I- I can’t take this anymore,” you hissed, eyes squeezed shut so tightly you saw sparks behind your lids.
Your voice cracked with frustration, shame, and something far needier. The ache between your legs had become unbearable—hot, slick, and pulsing with every tiny shift of his body against yours. You hated how desperate you sounded. You hated even more that it was true.
Heeseung’s breath hitched sharply against your neck. For a second he went completely still, as if your words had stunned him. Then his hand on your waist gripped harder, fingers digging into your skin through your shirt like he was barely holding himself back.
“Can’t take what?” he whispered, voice low, dark, and dangerously close to your ear. “Can’t take me being this hard against you? Or can’t take how badly you want it?”
He rolled his hips forward again, slower this time, more intentional. His clothed cock dragged firmly between your ass cheeks, pressing right against where you were throbbing the most. A quiet, broken sound escaped your throat before you could stop it.
Heeseung cursed under his breath.
“Fuck… you’re shaking,” he murmured, almost like he was in pain. His lips brushed the shell of your ear as he continued, “You’ve been grinding back on me for the last ten minutes, acting like you hate it. But we both know that’s bullshit.”
His hand slid lower, boldly slipping under the hem of your shirt until his palm was flat against your bare stomach. The heat of his touch made your muscles jump.
You kept your eyes closed, biting down hard on your lip. Your breathing was ragged now, chest rising and falling too fast.
“I hate you,” you whispered again, but it sounded wrecked
Heeseung let out a soft, mocking laugh that vibrated against your back.
“Yeah? Then tell me to stop,” he challenged quietly, his fingers slowly tracing circles on your skin, inching dangerously lower toward the waistband of your pants. “Tell me to get the fuck away from you right now… and I’ll try.”
His hips gave another lazy, teasing grind, pressing his hardness right against your ass as if to prove his point.
You didn’t say it.
You couldn’t.
Instead, your head tilted back slightly, unconsciously offering more of your neck as a broken exhale left your lips.
Heeseung’s voice dropped even lower, barely audible, rough with want.
“That’s what I thought.”
His fingers finally dipped just beneath the waistband of your pants, hovering there, waiting.
“Last chance,” he breathed against your skin, lips brushing the sensitive spot right below your ear. “Tell me to stop… or tell me what you really need.”
His hand stilled, but his cock kept throbbing insistently against you.
Your heart was hammering so loud you were scared it would wake the others.
“Shut up,” you hissed, voice shaking with frustration and raw need. “Just fucking start already.”
Before Heeseung could even respond, you pushed your ass back against him harder, grinding deliberately against the thick, hard length straining in his pants. At the same time, you grabbed his wrist and yanked his hand upward, shoving it under your shirt until his palm was cupping your breast.
Heeseung’s entire body jerked against you.
“Fuck—” he choked out in a strangled whisper, eyes widening in the dark.
You tugged your shirt higher yourself, bunching it up just below your collarbone, exposing your bare chest to his touch. No bra. His warm, rough hand immediately squeezed your breast, thumb brushing over your already hard nipple.
Heeseung let out a low, shaky groan right against your neck, hips rolling forward to meet your grinding. His cock twitched hard against your ass as he palmed your breast greedily, squeezing and kneading like he’d been dying to touch you.
“You’re actually insane,” he breathed, voice wrecked. “Pushing your tits into my hand while calling me a whore…”
He pinched your nipple between his fingers, rolling it slowly, sending a sharp spark of pleasure straight down between your legs. You bit your lip hard to keep quiet, but a tiny whimper still escaped.
Heeseung’s other arm slid under you, wrapping around your waist and pulling you even tighter against his body. His hips started moving in slow, filthy grinds—pressing his clothed cock between your cheeks like he was fucking you through the fabric.
“Keep doing that,” he whispered hotly against your ear, lips brushing your skin with every word. “Keep rubbing your ass on me like a needy little slut.”
His hand on your breast grew rougher, squeezing harder as his breathing turned ragged. He rolled your nipple again, then slid his hand to your other breast, giving it the same attention while his hips kept that slow, torturous rhythm against you.
You could feel how wet you were now—your panties soaked, the ache almost painful.
Heeseung pressed an open-mouthed kiss to the back of your neck, then lightly dragged his teeth there.
“Tell me how far you want this to go,” he murmured, voice dark and dangerous, “because if you keep pushing back on my dick like that… I’m not gonna be able to stop.”
His fingers pinched your nipple again, harder this time, as if daring you to moan loud enough for someone to wake up.
You leaned back closer into him, lips barely brushing his jaw as you whispered hotly against his skin,
“Don’t stop then… or are you scared? Show me how brave you are.”
The challenge had barely left your mouth before Heeseung snapped.
He didn’t hesitate. Not even for a second.
With a sharp, impatient tug, he yanked his sweatpants down just enough to free his cock. It sprang out, heavy and burning hot against your skin. In the same movement, his other hand roughly pulled your jogging pants and panties down in one swift motion, dragging them halfway down your thighs.
Cold air hit your bare ass and soaked pussy for only a moment before Heeseung pressed forward again. His thick, bare cock slid right between your thighs, gliding along your dripping folds.
“Fuck…” he growled low in your ear, voice trembling with restraint. “You’re soaked.”
He rocked his hips, letting his cock slide back and forth between your thighs, the head bumping teasingly against your swollen clit with every pass. One of his hands returned to your breast, squeezing hard, while the other gripped your hip, fingers digging into your skin as he held you in place.
“You talk so much shit,” he breathed, dragging his cock slowly along your slit again, coating himself in your wetness, “but look at you… pushing your bare pussy against me like a desperate whore.”
You bit down hard on your lip to stop yourself from moaning. The feeling of his hot, hard length sliding between your folds was driving you insane. Every slow thrust made the head of his cock nudge your entrance before sliding back up to rub your clit.
Heeseung leaned in, lips pressed right against your ear as he whispered darkly,
“You wanted brave?”
He pulled his hips back slightly, angled himself, and pushed forward.
The thick head of his cock pressed against your entrance, slowly stretching you open as he started sinking inside you from behind, inch by inch.
He groaned quietly into your hair, the sound rough.
“Shit… you’re so fucking tight.”
He didn’t stop. He kept pushing deeper, filling you up slowly but relentlessly, his hand tightening on your breast as he buried himself to the hilt inside you.
Both of you froze for a second, breathing hard, bodies locked together on the floor.
Then Heeseung’s hips started moving — slow, deep, filthy thrusts, careful not to make too much noise but hard enough that you felt every inch of him dragging inside you.
“Still think I’m scared?” he rasped against your neck, biting down lightly as he fucked you. “Tell me how brave I am now…”
“Fuck… fine,” you gasped, voice barely a whisper, trembling. “You’re brave… fuck, you’re brave—”
You turned your head just enough to glance back at him over your shoulder. Your eyes met in the dim lamplight, and you stared at him—lips parted, biting down hard on your lower lip to keep from moaning too loud.
Heeseung’s dark gaze burned into yours, pupils blown wide with lust. Sweat already clung to his forehead, his jaw clenched tight as he buried himself deep inside you with another slow, powerful thrust.
“Yeah?” he breathed hotly against your mouth, lips hovering just inches from yours. “Say it again while I’m balls-deep in you.”
He snapped his hips forward harder this time, burying his cock to the hilt. A broken whimper escaped you before you could stop it. The stretch was intense, the angle perfect, every thick inch dragging against your walls in the most filthy way.
Heeseung’s hand slid up from your breast to grip your jaw, turning your face further toward him so he could watch you while he fucked you. His thrusts stayed deep and steady — controlled, but getting rougher with every roll of his hips.
“Look at me,” he whispered roughly, eyes never leaving yours. “Look at me while you’re creaming all over my cock like you hate me.”
You bit your lip harder, eyes fluttering but refusing to close. The wet, quiet sound of skin meeting skin was barely masked by the heavy breathing between you. Every thrust pushed you forward slightly on the floor, his body completely molded to yours from behind.
“Fuck… you feel so good,” he groaned lowly, the confession slipping out like he hated admitting it. His grip on your jaw tightened as he leaned in and caught your lips in a messy, desperate kiss — all tongue and teeth, trying to swallow down both your moans.
He broke the kiss only to press his forehead against yours, panting.
“Still rivals?” he taunted in a husky whisper, slamming into you a little deeper, grinding his hips in small circles so his cock rubbed against that perfect spot inside you. “Or are you finally admitting you’ve been dying for me to fuck you stupid?”
His free hand slipped down between your legs, fingers finding your swollen clit and rubbing tight, slick circles as he kept thrusting.
Your whole body trembled. You stared back at him, eyes glassy with pleasure, lips still bitten red.
Heeseung smirked against your mouth, dark and satisfied.
“That’s what I thought.”
He kissed you again, harder this time, hips picking up pace as much as he dared without waking the others.
Heeseung kept thrusting into you with deep, measured strokes, each one dragging a silent gasp from your throat. The pleasure was overwhelming, making your mind hazy.
You reached forward, pressing your hand flat against the cold wall for leverage, trying to steady yourself as his hips rocked into you from behind.
Heeseung noticed immediately.
Without warning, he hooked one arm under your knee and yanked your leg up and wider, spreading you open even more. The new angle let him sink impossibly deeper, his cock hitting a spot that made your eyes roll back.
“Heeseung…” you whimpered breathlessly, the name slipping out like a broken plea.
“Fuck,” he groaned quietly against your neck, voice rough and strained. “Say my name like that again.”
He held your leg high, fingers digging into your thigh as he fucked you harder — still trying to stay quiet, but the wet sound of his cock sliding in and out of your soaked pussy was getting louder. His other hand stayed braced on the floor near your waist, caging you in while he drove into you with long, filthy strokes.
Every thrust pushed your chest harder against the floor, your shirt still bunched up, nipples rubbing against the fabric. Your hand on the wall curled into a fist as pleasure shot through you.
“Heeseung… ah—” you gasped again, biting your lip right after to muffle the sound.
He leaned over you, chest pressed flush to your back, lips right against your ear as he panted.
“Yeah? You like that?” he whispered, voice dark and mocking even while he was buried inside you. “Legs spread open for me on the fucking floor while our group is sleeping right next to us?”
He snapped his hips forward sharply, grinding deep, his cock rubbing perfectly against that sensitive spot inside you with every roll.
Your eyes fluttered, another soft “Heeseung…” escaping before you could stop it.
He smirked against your skin and bit down lightly on your shoulder, thrusting faster, deeper, chasing the pleasure he could no longer control.
“Keep saying my name like that,” he breathed, voice husky, “and I won’t be able to stop even if someone wakes up.”
His fingers on your thigh tightened, spreading you even wider as he fucked you relentlessly.
“I’m gonna cum… fuck— Heeseung,” you gasped, voice shaking and barely a whisper as your walls started clenching hard around his cock.
Heeseung’s breath hitched sharply. His eyes darkened instantly at your words.
“Shit— already?” he hissed against your ear, but there was clear satisfaction dripping from his tone. He yanked your leg even higher, spreading you obscenely wide as he fucked you deeper, faster, more desperately.
His hips snapped against your ass with wet, muffled slaps. He pressed his forehead hard against the back of your head, panting heavily.
“Then cum,” he growled lowly, voice rough and commanding. “Cum on my cock like the needy little slut you are. Right here. On the fucking floor.”
Heeseung’s hand left your thigh and slid down between your legs, rubbing tight, fast circles on your swollen clit while he kept pounding into you from behind.
Your hand on the wall trembled. Your whole body tensed, thighs shaking violently as the pressure built unbearably fast.
“Look at me,” he demanded in a harsh whisper.
You turned your head just enough. The second your eyes met his — dark, intense, and burning — your orgasm crashed into you.
You bit down hard on your own arm to muffle the moan that tried to rip out of you. Your pussy clenched and fluttered wildly around his thick cock, gushing slick heat as you came hard.
Heeseung groaned through gritted teeth, eyes locked on your face the entire time, watching you fall apart.
“Fuck— that’s it… good girl,” he rasped, still thrusting through your orgasm, drawing it out. “So fucking tight when you cum.”
Your body kept shaking, waves of pleasure rolling through you as he fucked you through it. Heeseung’s rhythm started to falter, his own breathing turning ragged and desperate.
He buried his face in your neck, biting down to stay quiet as his hips stuttered.
“I’m close—” he warned, voice strained, hips slamming into you a little harder. “Where do you want it?”
His cock throbbed violently inside you, clearly right on the edge.
“My mouth,” you whispered desperately, voice hoarse and trembling. “Cum in my mouth.”
Heeseung’s eyes flashed with raw hunger at your words. He let out a shaky, almost pained exhale.
“Fuck… you’re filthy,” he groaned quietly, but the way his cock twitched hard inside you told you how much he liked it.
Without wasting another second, he pulled out of you slowly, his thick length glistening with your juices. You quickly turned around on the floor, facing him. Heeseung sat up slightly, leaning back against the wall while you moved between his legs.
He gripped your hair tightly with one hand, guiding your head down as his other hand stroked his slick cock a few times.
You didn’t hesitate.
You wrapped your lips around his throbbing tip, tasting yourself on him as you took him into your warm, wet mouth. Heeseung’s head fell back, jaw clenched tight as he fought to stay quiet.
“Shit— just like that,” he whispered, voice wrecked. His hips bucked up gently, pushing more of his cock into your mouth. “Suck it… fuck, your mouth feels so good.”
You took him deeper, hollowing your cheeks, tongue swirling around the underside as you bobbed your head. Heeseung’s grip on your hair tightened, breathing fast and ragged.
“I’m so fucking close—” he warned, eyes locked on your lips stretched around him.
A few more strokes of your mouth and he broke.
With a choked, quiet groan, Heeseung came hard. Thick, hot spurts of cum filled your mouth as his cock pulsed against your tongue. He kept his hand in your hair, holding you there while he emptied himself, hips twitching.
You swallowed every drop, sucking him gently through the aftershocks until he was shuddering and oversensitive.
Finally, he pulled you off with a shaky breath, chest heaving. His dark eyes stared down at you, lips parted, sweat on his forehead.
For a moment, the two of you just looked at each other in the dim light — faces flushed, breathing heavy, the rivalry still burning underneath everything… but now mixed with something much more dangerous.
Heeseung wiped the corner of your lip with his thumb, then pushed it into your mouth so you could lick it clean.
“You’re going to be the death of me,” he whispered, voice low and rough.
He pulled you up and against his chest, both of you still half-naked on the floor, hearts still racing.
The next morning came too quickly.
You were already fully dressed, curled up on your side when a bright, cheerful voice echoed through the living room.
“Kids! Breakfast is ready~ Come eat before it gets cold!”
Your classmate’s mom clapped her hands a few times, her footsteps moving around the room as she gently shook the others awake. Groans and sleepy complaints filled the air as everyone started stirring.
You stretched your arms above your head with a soft groan, your back popping slightly. Your body felt sore in the best and worst ways — thighs aching, a faint throb between your legs, and the unmistakable reminder of last night with every small movement. You quickly sat up, fixing your messy hair and avoiding looking toward Heeseung.
But you could feel him.
Heeseung was already awake, sitting up a few feet away. His hair was tousled, eyes still heavy with sleep, and there was a faint red mark on his neck that definitely wasn’t there yesterday. He glanced at you the moment you moved, his gaze dark and unreadable.
For a split second, the memory hit you hard — his cock in your mouth, the way he groaned your name so quietly, the taste of him on your tongue.
Your cheeks burned.
“Morning everyone!” your classmate’s mom called again, smiling brightly. “There’s rice, eggs, and soup. Hurry up before the boys eat everything!”
The others slowly got up, yawning and stretching, completely oblivious. One of them even stepped over the exact spot where Heeseung had fucked you just hours ago.
You stood up and brushed off your clothes, pretending to be normal. But as you turned, Heeseung was suddenly right beside you, close enough that his arm brushed yours.
He leaned in slightly while everyone else was distracted, his voice low and rough against your ear.
“Sleep well?” he asked, the corner of his mouth twitching with a smug little smirk. “You were moving around a lot last night.”
Your stomach flipped.
You shot him a sharp glare, cheeks heating up again. “Shut up,” you hissed under your breath. “Not a single word.”
Heeseung’s smirk only grew. He looked far too satisfied for someone who was supposed to be your rival.
As you both walked toward the dining area with the group, he stayed annoyingly close. His fingers brushed against the back of your hand for half a second — not quite holding it, but definitely not accidental.
You elbowed him lightly in the ribs.
“Asshole,” you muttered.
“Needy little liar,” he whispered back, so quietly only you could hear.
You sat down at the table across from each other. Every time your eyes met, the tension crackled. Heeseung’s gaze kept dropping to your lips for a second too long, like he was remembering exactly how they looked wrapped around him.
You kicked his leg under the table.
He kicked back.
But neither of you could hide the faint flush on your cheeks… or the way your heart raced every time he looked at you.
The rivalry wasn’t gone.
It had just become something much more complicated.
IN WHICH .. ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀after developing a tiny crush while on vacation thinking you'd never see him again, you find out he's a sophomore at your college.. and your RA?
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