hi guys i’m ending my multiple part fic list recs and now im doing separate ones for all members and ill just update the posts whenever i have good finds :P
word count gets lower as you scroll down!
total fics: 44
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⋆ the seonghyeon jaega [vampire!sunghoon x fem!reader, 200k+]
⋆ resignation [boss!sunghoon x assistant!reader, 9 chapters]
⋆ to my first pt. 2 [ex bf lawyer!sunghoon x med student!reader, 25.3k + 19.8k]
⋆ the way i loved you [figure skater ex!sunghoon x sports journalist afab!reader, 44k]
⋆ take off your glasses [nerd!sunghoon x fem!reader, 38k]
⋆ of glass shards & heart rot [sunghoon x wife!reader x husband!jake, 37k]
⋆ rocket science [nerdy!sunghoon x cam girl!reader, 33k]
⋆ spf 23 [sunghoon x fem!reader, 31.8k]
⋆ ‘til death do us part [vampire!sunghoon x fem!reader x husband!jake, 31.6k]
⋆ grocery store receipts [hot neighbor!sunghoon x reader, 31.5k]
⋆ error 404: not found [gamer!sunghoon x fem!reader, 30.7k]
⋆ wikihow: to flirt (with pictures) [sunghoon x fem!reader, 29.8k]
⋆ harvest of purity [sunghoon x fem!reader, 29k]
⋆ come kiss me (and bite me) [vampire!sunghoon x fem!reader, 28.9k]
⋆ case close, open heart [legal associate!sunghoon x trainee solicitor!fem reader, 26.4k]
⋆ accidentally yours [sunghoon x fem!reader, 24k]
⋆ inch by inch [sunghoon x fem!reader, 23.6k]
⋆ stupid in love [best friend!sunghoon x fem!reader, 22.1k]
⋆ a girl’s amateur guide to chemistry [sunghoon x fem!reader, 22.1k]
⋆ a christmas proposal [sunghoon x fem!reader, 22k]
⋆ king of tears [chaebol husband!sunghoon x reader, 20k]
⋆ daddy’s girl [dilf!sunghoon x fem!reader, 20k]
⋆ night shift pt. 2 [boss/cam boy!sunghoon x afab!reader, 4.5k + 14.5k]
⋆ ruin you [sunghoon x fem!reader, 19.7k]
⋆ to the boy: who took me to prom [sunghoon x fem!reader, 19.6k]
⋆ honey on ice [sunghoon x fem!reader, 18.4k]
⋆ error 404: word limit reached [sunghoon x fem!reader, 18.3k]
⋆ teacher's pet [profeessor!sunghoon x star uni. student fem!reader, 17.8k]
⋆ one more chance [sunghoon x fem!reader, 16k]
⋆ swan song [figure skater!sunghoon x ballerina!reader, 15.5k]
⋆ sex for dummies [sunghoon x fem!reader, 14k]
⋆ cherry pits [dilf!sunghoon x fem!reader, 12.9k]
⋆ indelible [stalker!sunghoon x fem!reader, 12.8k]
⋆ mask girl [older!sunghoon x fem!reader, 11.7k]
⋆ summer class [stranger!sunghoon x virgin!reader, 11k]
⋆ 1-800-hoon [brat tamer!sunghoon x best friend’s spoiled gf fem!reader, 10.8k]
⋆ sanctuary [escapee!sunghoon x afab!reader, 10.4k]
⋆ mall rat [yandere entity!sunghoon x reader, 10.2k]
⋆ let me in [stalker!sunghoon x idol!fem reader, 9k]
⋆ if you want it [sunghoon x fem!reader, 8.5k]
⋆ dior girl [designer!sunghoon x fem!reader, 7.5k]
⋆ hear me out [sunghoon x fem!reader, 7.2k]
⋆ a boy is a knife pt. 2 [sunghoon x fem!reader, 3k + 2.4k]
Jungwon spoke up... and to be completely honest, neither his intervention nor his message surprised me in the slightest. He's absolutely right.
This is a boundary that has been trying to be established for months, and the fact that the leader had to address it directly only shows how exhausted both he and the rest of the group have become because of this situation. This isn't my assumption or my personal interpretation; these are his own words. Nor is it an invitation to spread hate or create twisted narratives that only reflect a complete disconnect from reality.
Ever since the fanchant change was announced, people have pointed out how deeply disrespectful it is to keep including Heeseung in the lineup of a group he is no longer part of, and one that, now more than ever, has made it clear that he is not coming back. Jungwon is asking for respect for the current ENHYPEN. He explained very clearly how this constant insistence is dividing the fandom and how, if someone cannot accept the change and respect the members as they are today, then they are failing to fulfill the role of a fan.
This is no longer a debate between fans trying to reason with one another; this is Yang Jungwon's official stance on behalf of the group. Continuing to fuel the conflict or falling back on the old narrative that "the company forced him to say it" is not only absurd, but completely illogical. Remaining trapped in denial at this point only shows a profound lack of respect for the six members who are carrying the group forward today.
Now more than ever, the fandom needs to reflect on its actions and stop prioritizing its own wishes over the reality of the group. It's time to let go of the illusion of control. Fans have never had and never will have the power to dictate the decisions of either the members or the company, and expecting reality to bend to their personal expectations is simply unreasonable. There are no valid excuses left.
It's time to listen to Jungwon with maturity. At the end of the day, for many people, it will always be easier to attack the leader and blame him for shattering their fantasies than to accept reality. It's more comfortable to cling to resentment than to genuinely support the path the members are building today. Being a fan means supporting their present, not chaining them to a past that they themselves have already asked people to leave behind.
I wanted to speak on JUNGWON’s live so it’s clear to people because some of you don’t understand even when the leader of the group comes out to speak about it:
Sure, probably the company made him speak up about it, but maybe it’s what’s best. But can’t we all just support them? At the end of the day, we don’t know what’s going behind doors, we don’t know if they were forced to say something, or to stay quiet, we don’t know anything, so why are we assuming stuff. Why can’t we just take Jungwon’s and Jay’s words and accept it.
Enhypen was seven. Enhypen is six.
Heeseung is a soloist. Heeseung used to be in enhypen.
Unfortunately that’s how it is now, and don’t get me wrong, obviously I’m sad because I never thought I’d see the day where Heeseung or any other member left the group but that’s what happened and we need to accept that. Seriously, it’s been five months.
Heeseung is now in his solo journey and if you are a true ever / engene, you will support him and enhypen. There’s no need for comparison, there’s no need to bring down either of them to make the other look better. They were once a team, just because a member left, doesn’t mean that bond is broken.
How bad is the fan wars between those who only support one side and bash the other that jungwon has to come out and tell you to stop?
On twitter, all I see is fan wars, all I see is people bringing the members down to make Heeseung look better, and vice-versa. If I, a regular personal, can see those tweets, you don’t think someone who’s in the public eye can see them too??
Jungwon even brought up the ot7 fanchant topic. Is it sad that it is being erased because a member is no longer part of the team? Of course it is, but we need to learn how to let it go and moved on. Heeseung is releasing music like he wanted to, enhypen is releasing a new album. They’re moving on so we should try.
Next stop for blood saga is Mexico, as a Mexican, seriously don’t embarrass yourself. Same goes for the future stops.
lowk si estoy cayendo en depre para que les miento, pero yo voy apoyar a ENHYPEN y a Heeseung como artistas por que los quiero a los dos, y siempre será así. Odio BeLift. Ahora me iré a llorar ok.
Anywho, I hope I don’t come across as rude, I’m just being honest, night night 👍👍
ao3 is just an excuse for people to write weird and disgusting smut because its against anti-censorship so people think "its alright if I write literal rape, incest, underage smut of idols or celebrity" As examples (Martin, Yoonchae, Junhoon, Keonho, etc ...)
in which reader gets lost at a halloween party and alpha nicholas can’t help but be drawn to her….
MDNI: this one is nsfl tbh, knot fucking, p in v, unprotected (DONT DO THIS), come eating, some dubious consent bc it’s abo duh, big dick!nicholas, stomach bulge, mating press, biting, mentions of blood
an: this is fanFICTION seriously don’t do anything reader did! i know yall would never be this goofy :) but theoretically if alpha nicholas found me … don’t save me i know where i am
what the fuck.
this is what you get for trying to break away from the group, lost in the woods slightly buzzed, and slowly but surely getting even further away from your friends. you swear you just heard howls as well, dressed as red riding hood. how ironic, you’ll probably get eaten alive.
having a halloween party in the woods was supposed to be a little spooky, it certainly wasn’t supposed to trigger your flight or fight. the campfire had long vanished from your field of view and you swore you’d kill your friends for ditching you. your friend and her situationship slipped away with you to explore but at some point they kept making out and you kept walking, in seemingly the opposite direction. this is what you got for being single.
a chill in the air made you wrap your costume cloak tighter, doing little to cover you as your mini dress cut off right under your ass. it felt like you were being watched, although there was no one around you, or any light besides the flashlight from your phone. the hairs on the back of your neck were rising, a chill raising bumps on your skin. there was a faint feeling that while you should be scared you were more excited than anything else. yeah you really must have zero survival instincts. “this is fucking ridiculous.” you muttered towards the ground, watching your step carefully. if you sprained your ankle you really would be fucked.
“you lost?” a deep rumble resounded near your ear, making you whip around, pointing your light in the face of your intruder. nicholas, a friend of a friend, he was ridiculously hot but in a way you stayed away from, as if you’d catch fire. you’d caught him staring at you a few times earlier but you just convinced yourself he wasn’t interested.
“what the fuck? were you following me?” as attractive as he was, you suddenly felt like prey walking into his trap and his nearly growl of a voice didn’t help your fear. nicholas didn’t know how to begin to explain why he could find you so easily, why your scent stained him and practically called for him. even your fear was addictive. as soon as he stepped out of his car he’d been hit by your pheromones, instantly attracted, it also didn’t hurt that you looked like his dream girl.
“uh no, your friends came back but you didn’t.” that part was true, he’d been itching for an excuse to talk to you. you’d been avoiding him all night, maybe he was staring too much, maybe his hunger was clear on his face.
“and you just found me?” suspicion was clear on your face, he could make it out easily, his heightened senses didn’t need to help with that.
“i’m lucky like that.” he cracked a smile and hoped his sharp teeth didn’t frighten you even more. you looked like a scared little bunny he was trying to catch.
“right.” you tucked your hair back, exposing your neck and making it increasingly difficult for him to act cool.
“listen you can stay here or you can follow me back, pretty girl.” the words from his heart shaped lips were a siren call, a simple endearment and you were falling into the palm of his hand. your gut told you to trust him, there was something familiar about him and you didn’t have a better alternative. if he tried to kill you you’d just have to launch your belongings at him and hope it slows him down enough. nicholas could almost feel the thoughts turning in your head.
“lead the way.” and so he did, he didn’t even have to look back to know you were close behind. your scent lingering in the air like a rope tied to him, as he walked the fear bled from the sweetness.
“what happened?” quiet, but in the silence of the forest you could hear him clearly.
“rory and jackson were too busy making out to notice i was gone.” his steps faltered at your words he was doing his best to calm down. otherwise your so called friend would get an earful when you got back.
“yikes, i noticed as soon as you left.”
“really?” even if it was just flirting and he didn’t mean it, the sentiment was sweet. you appreciated how he was trying to make you comfortable, make you feel less like an idiotic all too trusting girl.
“mm hmm, kinda hard not to.” you stepped next to him then, taking in his sharp features and thick lips. he was dangerously handsome and you were falling prey to all his charms.
“what are you supposed to be anyways?” the blazer and muted forest colors weren’t jumping out to you, in fact it seemed almost like a normal outfit if not too old fashioned.
“okay ouch i thought it was obvious. i’m remus lupin from harry potter.”
“wow okay very lowkey.” his lips curl into a smile, canines flashing in the moonlight and you wonder how they’d feel against your lips, your necks, lower. you should learn to control your thoughts.
“you know you were kinda asking to get bitten by a wolf looking like that.” you think you wouldn’t mind being bitten by him, although you know he’s just teasing you on your costume.
“tell me about it.” pulling the cloak tighter, nicholas stepped infinitesimally closer to you, hoping his endless warmth reached you.
“there’s still time,” the glint in his eyes was far more dangerous than anything else you’d seen tonight but you were drawn to him, that and the point of his teeth.
“right you’re a werewolf.” nicholas couldn’t help but laugh at that, this was all practically falling in his lap. the pair of you walked on, he knew there wasn’t much distance left, soon enough you heard the voices of your friends and saw the fire blazing.
“there’s the campfire.” but you didn’t want to go back, you’d enjoyed talking to him more, turning to him fully. he noticed your hesitance, the furrow of your brows and turned towards you with a questioning look. he’d been trying to find any excuse to spend more time with you, if you didn’t want to go then he didn’t either.
“i’m kinda mad.” oh nicholas understood that fully, he’d been fighting his rage since he set off for you. what kind of person abandons their friend in the middle of the woods? his protectiveness was already running rampant but this was just ridiculous for anyone to do.
“fuck em lets chill here.” you end up talking and laughing, sitting against a tree stump and leaning into his side, he’s warm and solid against you. he feels like solid muscle, biceps pressed against and drive you crazy. at some point he drapes his blazer over your exposed legs, you refuse at first.
“won’t you feel cold?” when he turns to you, face inches away you feel your face get hot. maybe his gaze was enough to keep you burning like a furnace. the low lidded gaze he fixes on you is enough to light a fire you imagine.
“i run hot.” that’s not all, nicholas feels like he’s ablaze at his jacket touching you. even if it’s just your lap seeing it on you makes his head swim, his scent against yours is dizzying.
“yeah you do.” the words slip out before you know it and you can’t help but giggle at your idiocy. there’s no shot you can blame it on any alcohol, that’d been burned off the second you got lost. fortunately he smiles along with you, shaking his head like you weren’t stating the obvious.
“careful, i might just bite” he warns you like you want anything else. the gaze he trains on you doesn’t scare you away now, instead it thrills you, challenging you to do something. and you do. before you can overthink it you lean forward and bridge the gap of inches, pressing your lips to his. his lips are just as soft as you imagined, plush and he smiles into the kiss he presses back. your doubt is quickly displaced as he pulls you closer, hand curling around your jaw and the kisses never end, your breath getting shallow. it’s so much more than you expected, it’s heat and passion and you try to remind yourself you just only met tonight. you’ve never wanted someone so badly, a nip at his lips makes him groan and you nearly jump at the sound. the sound illicits a primal hunger in you and you can’t afford to think, only do. you swing your leg across his lap, jacket draped over your lap still, not that it matters because nicholas is about to die feeling your ass press against him. he’s sure you can feel how rock hard he is, he has been for ages. the make out session only gets heavier now, especially with how big he feels between your thighs, if you press down he’ll be right against the gusset of your underwear. his hands wander, gripping at the skin that he can, cupping your breasts and ass and pulling you impossibly closer. he’s stronger than you realized and your hands struggle to grip his biceps. nicholas’s lips can’t help but trail along your neck, where your scent is the strongest and you feel yourself rock your hips at the featherlight touch.
“fuck we have to stop.” he groans out at the feeling, you’re still separated by fabric and he’s nearly ready to come already.
“oh—okay,” you pull back, not wanting to make him uncomfortable.
“no i want to, i like need to, but i might be too much,” pretty fingers brush back the hair creating on your face as you look down at him, his lips are swollen and you’re no better. the excuse is sweet, maybe you think, but you already have leaves sticking to your knees. you’re far past the point of caring.
“are you trying to say your dick is too big?” he laughs at your tone, has a guy said that to you before? this time it might be true as he twitches and you swear you’ll feel it tomorrow.
“fuck no, i’d make it fit anyways, just—“ your breath hitches, he can’t say that and expect you to back down.
“nicholas just fuck me, i’ll tell you to stop if it’s too much okay?” you doubt it would be, you were ready to take him on the forest floor, for fuck’s sake. his eyes glaze over at the challenge—at your bratty tone—he can’t back down either. before you can blink you’re on your back, your head cushioned by his forearm, your hair mingling with the crunchy fall leaves, that all doesn’t matter, your view is distracting enough. nicholas leans over you, pressing a kiss down as your thighs spread to accommodate him further, as he pushes into your space, the fabric of his pants all too thick for you.
“off…please.” you remember your manners at some point as you try not to lose your mind, his grin stretches and he can’t help but give in. to be fair he’s waited his whole life for you.
“pretty girl, so impatient.” the teasing makes your eyes prick with need, he unbuttons his pants enough to slip through, pulling back to drag your panties off. you’re practically kicking them off. “fuckkk i wanna see you but it’s too risky.” his vision is better than yours and everyone else’s, that much he knows, but the very notion someone else might see you is a risk he can’t take.
“n—next time.” your breath catches in your throat as his tip presses against you, decidedly uncovered not that you care by this point, it’s just… way bigger than you imagined. wide and leaking and you don’t even know how big he actually is because it’s hard to see. all you know is that it’s gonna hurt to walk tomorrow. nicholas nearly sees stars as he presses against your soaking tiny hole.
“is that right?” teasing—even now—and you can’t remember what you said, your mouth is watering. the small intrusion of him against you is making you clench on nothing, practically dripping by now.
“nicho.” the way you say his nickname, unknowingly and filled with desperation and that bratty tone that’s making him insane has him pushing into you, your body jolts and arches into him. a stretch like you’ve never experienced and a thick vein scrapes along your clit, making your eyes roll back in your head. a silent cry leaves your pretty lips and he swallows the pain, deft fingers rubbing at your swollen clit to ease himself in. “s’too—fuck—big”
“you can take it.” you can, you have to, you feel like you’ll die if you don’t. as painful as it is, it feels right, you’re not gonna back down now, you want all of him. and god he really hopes you don’t give up because you feel like silk, choking him and driving him crazy with every small clench around his head.
“more.” it’s all he needs to hear to slowly shove into you, your walls are resisting but he’s patient, coaxing you into submission, the pain fading as your body adjusts, well does its best to adjust. his cock spears through you, knocking against your cervix and your stomach bulges to accommodate him, he can see it.
when you finally breathe normally and nod against the crook of his neck he pulls back and slams back into you, thick balls slapping against your cunt. the air is knocked out of your lungs from every squelch and shove, it’s like he’s molding you to him every thrust, your body still unused to him. and by this point you’re not even sure you can think straight, babbling and crying from pleasure, his cock rutting into you haphazardly, but yet it feels so good. every vein, every kiss of his tip along your walls, drives you further into insanity. you’re dripping onto him, coating his balls and the base of him with a sick ring of filth. not that he minds, nicholas isn’t even sure he’s on this planet, you’re taking him like you’re made for him, clawing at his shoulders and his mouth waters to claim you.
you come around him embarrassingly fast, and he can’t help but snicker at your spasming frame. no one’s fucked you like this, that much is clear. but he doesn’t slow down, he fucks your orgasm through you, making you thrash and shake as you gush onto him. he’s close too but he’ll never come before you do…twice.
that’s how you’re coming again, this time your knees are over his shoulders, tits pushed up for him to nip at as he grinds down into you, overstimulating and mind numbing pleasure wracks your body.
the thick balls that press against you are unmoving and you’re starting to wonder if he’s truly different from every other man, are they so thick they don’t bounce? what you don’t know is that nicholas is fighting every primal fiber in his body not to shove his engorged knot into you.
“wh—what is that?” nicholas is too pussy drunk to answer, you’re clenching around him as he finally gives up, coming inside you and flooding your insides. there’s so much cum it’s spilling out of your cunt and you whine as he pulls out, dripping out of you. nicholas sees the mess you’re making and he doesn’t hesitate to clean it up. your legs stay over his shoulders as he slips down your chest, lapping at your hole and making you flinch from the stimulation. you’re still coming down from your orgasm when you feels his thick tongue dive into you and suck all of your mixed come out. it’s filthy and needy and you’re starting to fall in love. he’s quite literally cleaning you out and you’re moaning at the way his tongue flicks against your clit. ever since your makeout he’s been able to smell your sweet scent and he needed to have a taste. when it’s just you gushing onto his tongue, he’s in heaven.
“taste so sweet,” and when his nose bumps against you and you hear him moan from your taste, you come again. his tongue is relentless, slurping and sucking all you give and tears stream down your face. your makeup must be irreconcilable. nicholas kisses your cunt once more before his lips find yours, letting you taste yourself. the swirl of his saliva with your spend is addictive and when you can feel him still hard between your legs you shove at his hips, back to how you began. this time you can take him yourself, sinking down on him slowly.
his hands grab at your waist, pulling your chest flush against his where he lays and his teeth scrape against your collarbone, your neck, leaving small bites along your skin. you ride him slowly, the new position makes him feel even deeper and his hand drifts to the bulge under your skin, pushing against it and making your walls clench tighter. “doing so good baby,” he sounds wrecked, a growl of a compliment spurs you on. as your confidence grows your hips slam up and down more, his bites getting reckless, his knot knocking against your cunt like a tease. “hah i’m close.” nicholas doesn’t know how much more he can take, your pussy keeps dripping onto his knot, teasing it and trying to fit him without knowing. the scrapes of teeth turn into laps of his tongue and groans of frustration, you know what he wants, somehow, you know. you also know that the thick bulge in his cock would feel amazing inside you, your cunt struggling to take it.
“bite me big boy.” as if a spell is broken, nicholas snaps.
“fuckkkk” his knot shoves into you as he clamps down, making you scream in pleasure. a flood of euphoria makes your brain fracture, the pain you should be feeling is replaced by giddiness. and then you’re filled with the overwhelming urge to bite him back and make him yours. so you give in, you mirror his action, biting his own neck. nicholas growls into you, pulling back and lapping at the bite, twisting his hips to throw you onto your back, his knot is stuck, pumping you full of cum. you might get pregnant but you don’t care, you feel like you just took drugs and ran a marathon at once, pure joy thrumming through your veins. nicholas can’t understand why you knew to bite him back but he’s wearing a matching dopey grin as you when you pull back from his neck, kissing at your blood stained lips. his knot deflates not long after, having served its purpose, and when he pulls out you wince at the flood of come gushing down. at least the forest floor is dealing with it.
he pulls you into his arms, so you don’t have to lie on said floor and kisses the crown of your head. you’re both catching your breath and coming back to reality. whatever happens between you two wasn’t just a casual hook up, that much you knew.
“should’ve taken you out first, are you free tomorrow?” nicholas is doing this all wrong, ideally he’d be a gentleman and walk you through his…lifestyle. but you’re already his mate whether you know it or not.
“hmm ‘won’t be able to walk, how about the day after?” you mumble into his chest, you could stay in his arms forever. the comforting scent of his skin soothes your nerves, there’s no doubt in your mind you’ll both be together.
“i could visit you,” nicholas probably deserves the shove at his chest. you can feel him still half hard under you and you’re part scared and excited by how insatiable he is.
“i’ll never stop being sore.” it’s not a bad problem to have, especially when he’s looking down at you like you hung the stars.
“you’ll get used to it, angel.”
an: this one was so nasty i’m sorry but also back to life cb!! i just had to finish this in time and i will be back to edit it :D
in which you have feelings for your dilf neighbor.
pairing: koga yudai x fem!reader
includes: age gap (reader is early twenties, k is almost thirty), dilf k, k is divorced, fingering, unprotected sex, daddy kink (lmk if i missed anything).
a/n: first full length &team smut! i love k so much so this is LONG! but its worth the read i think. enjoy!
the crying. the never ending, slightly muffled wailing sound piercing into your ears as you tried to sleep.
having lived in your apartment for about five months then, you were used to it. your neighbor, k, was an incredibly nice man. he was a single father, therefore you tried not to get annoyed whenever you heard that baby crying in the middle of the night. you knew he didn’t have it easy, having to take care of a baby on his own.
but that night, you were exhausted.
you’d worked a double shift, a rather awful double shift. it was long and when you got back to your apartment, all you wanted to do was go to sleep considering you had to be back at work early the next morning.
but you couldn’t sleep, not with that baby crying so loud.
you huffed and threw the covers off your body, trudging out of bed. you didn’t even bother changing out of your pajamas—a matching set with a cherry pattern. you threw on some slippers and dragged yourself out of your apartment.
in the hallway, you took a few steps and landed in front of k’s door. you could hear the baby crying even more prominently from out there.
you knocked as softly as you could, wanting him to hear it but not wanting to disrupt the baby even more.
you could hear shuffling from behind the door before the door unlocked, and there appeared a very tired looking k with the crying baby in his arms.
you suddenly felt even worse about storming over there, seeing how he looked even more tired than you.
“gosh, i’m sorry, y/n,” he sighed. “i know you’re probably trying to sleep, she just won’t go down tonight. i don’t know what it is, she just keeps crying.”
“oh,” you said, feeling guilt pang in your chest. “it’s okay. i just came to ask if you needed any help?”
that was not, in fact, why you went over there. however, seeing him look the way he did, you knew he could use another hand.
“i couldn’t ask you to do that,” he responded.
“you don’t have to ask,” you said. “i wanna help.”
you mostly wanted to help so you could get the baby down and finally get some sleep. however, you did want to help k out of the goodness of your heart, knowing he probably needed it but was too stubborn to ask.
he was married, now divorced. his wife left only a few months after the baby was born, unable to handle being a mother. you’d lived next door the entire time and the walls were so thin that you could hear their fights. but then one night, it stopped.
you got closer to k once he and his wife divorced. you brought him coffee sometimes from the coffee shop you worked at or brought him groceries, but you’d never helped him take care of his child.
you were younger than him. you’d never taken care of a child before. he was reaching 30, while you were still in your early twenties.
“okay,” he responded, completely and utterly defeated because of the baby.
he stepped out of the doorway so you could come inside. he led you to the baby’s nursery.
“i’ve been trying for hours,” he explained. “i don’t know what it is and i feel like a horrible dad for not knowing.”
“you’re not a horrible dad,” you told him. “can i see her?”
he carefully handed his child over to you. you held her like you were holding the world’s most fragile piece of china.
“why aren’t you going to sleep?” you asked her in a soft voice, slowly rocking her back and forth against your chest. “i know you’re sleepy.”
k watched you interact with his child. you were so soft and sweet and gentle with her, it made his heart swell. and you were still in your pajamas, your hair slightly messy from your pillow. he thought you were stunning.
he’d always thought you were stunning. from the day you moved in next door and brought him homemade cookies to introduce yourself, he was attracted. he had his wife then, but still allowed himself to acknowledge your beauty.
then, his wife was gone, but you were there and still so frustratingly pretty. but he never acted on it. he was almost positive you wouldn’t be interested in him. he was handsome, yes, but he was a dad and was almost 10 years older than you. you surely could have your choice of any man and he was sure that man wouldn’t be him.
k was so entranced staring at you that he hadn’t even noticed the crying sound died down, and eventually had come to an ultimate stop.
the baby fell asleep in your arms.
you ever so carefully placed her in her crib, and k watched in dismay. you casually snuck past him, leaving the room, and he followed, softly shutting the door behind him.
“how the hell did you do that?” he asked, following you into the kitchen.
“i honestly don’t know,” you admitted. “maybe she just needed a woman’s touch.”
“i don’t even know how to thank you,” he gushed.
“don’t worry about it,” you assured him sweetly. “a good night of sleep is enough for me.”
“me too,” he said. “well, thank you a ton, seriously.”
he walked you back over to the door.
“not a problem,” you responded. “goodnight.”
“goodnight,” he replied.
you walked out and back into your apartment, able to fall asleep as soon as you got back into bed.
-
a few nights later, you’d had a similar day as the one you had before. you’d worked an awful double shift and wanted nothing more than to just sleep and wake up to a better day.
you got into bed and waited. you waited for the torturous sound of that baby wailing to start up, but it never did.
you waited and waited, half waiting for yourself to fall asleep and half waiting for the crying to begin. neither happened.
you were getting more frustrated by the second. first you couldn’t fall asleep because of the sound of the baby crying but now you couldn’t fall asleep because it wasn’t crying? you were going insane, surely.
you sat up in your bed, ready to trudge to the living room to put a show on since it was clear sleep was not coming your way anytime soon.
however, before you could do that, your phone vibrated with a text message alert.
you picked it up, surprised to find it was k texting you at nearly 12 o’clock in the morning.
k - you still awake?
y/n - i am…why is it so quiet over there?
k - baby is with my parents tonight. i thought i’d fall asleep in a minute but it’s so eerily quiet that i can’t.
he was having the same exact problem you were.
y/n - agreed. i was about to go watch tv since i can’t sleep lol
k - i have a better idea
y/n - i’m listening
k - i’ve got an unopened bottle of wine calling our names.
and that was how you ended up at k’s apartment at midnight, once again in your pajamas, splitting a bottle of white wine.
“i still can’t get over how easily you got her to stop crying the other night,” k gushed, his half empty glass in his grasp.
you were both sat on his couch in his living room, close but not close enough that you were touching.
“i don’t know,” you admitted. “she must just like me.”
“yeah, well i don’t blame her,” he replied. your eyebrow raised, but before you could think about what he meant by that, he added, “it’s so weird without her here. i feel like i have all this freedom for the night and yet i’m still here in my apartment.”
“hey, you’re drinking wine with your awesome neighbor,” you said. “that’s something.”
k laughed at that, his arm snaking around the top of the couch. if you took just a few scoots closer to him, his arm would be around you.
“you’re right,” he said. “i’m surprised you came.”
“really? how come?” you wondered.
“i don’t know many people your age that would spend a friday night drinking wine with their almost 30-year-old neighbor,” he explained, taking a small sip of said wine.
“trust me, i’d much rather be here than out at a club or something,” you responded.
“yeah? how come?” he questioned.
“this is just more my vibe,” you shrugged. “plus you’re cooler than i think you give yourself credit for.”
you took a rather large sip of wine, feeling the bitter liquid waterfall down your throat and settle in your stomach. your body felt warm and your head started feeling lighter, the alcohol slowly hitting you.
“oh c’mon,” he laughed. “i’m a single dad who can’t even get my own baby to stop crying. i am not cool.”
“i think you are,” you shrugged, pressing your cheek against the couch cushion.
“well, you’re sweet,” he said.
your cheeks reddened. you pressed your face against the cushion further, trying to hide the fact that you were blushing. he’d barely said anything and yet you were already blushing.
truthfully, you had a crush on k. from the minute you’d first laid eyes on him, you could not believe he was your neighbor. you were disappointed to find out he had a wife, and secretly excited when you found out they were getting a divorce.
you wanted him and you tried your best to make that known, but it’d been months and nothing had ever happened between you two.
“don’t hide,” he laughed softly, scooting ever so slightly closer to you.
you took another sip of the wine, swallowing the rest of it. your body relaxed at the sensation of the alcohol taking over your head. you felt light like you were a speck of dust in the air.
you giggled a little, pressing your hand to your face and feeling your warm cheeks.
“are you hot?” he asked, smiling down at you.
“mhm,” you nodded. “but not as hot as you.”
yeah, you were tipsy. you never would’ve been so bold completely sober.
“oh, am i?” he asked, raising an eyebrow, taken aback by your forwardness.
“yeah,” you answered, scanning his attractive face. you bit your lower lip. “really hot.”
he chuckled, feeling himself blush like he was back in high school again. you were not yourself. you were drunk, and as much as he enjoyed seeing you flirt so shamelessly with him, he knew he couldn’t do anything about it. not that night.
“so sweet,” he cooed, “and i can say the same for you.”
“really?” you said. “you think i’m hot?”
“of course,” he responded, staring down at his hand as it inched closer to your thigh. “you’re very, very pretty.”
suddenly, his hand was on your thigh. you looked down at it, how big his hand was, how heavy and warm it felt on your leg. you placed your hand on top of his and looked back up at his face.
the tension between you two was thick. you wanted more of him and he desperately wanted more of you, but he couldn’t. what he was doing then was far enough.
he patted your thigh before removing it all together.
“you’re drunk, honey,” he said.
you pouted slightly at the loss of his hand on you.
“‘m not that drunk,” you slurred.
he laughed, standing up from the couch. he helped you rise to your feet, and you swayed slightly once you were standing.
“i disagree,” he replied. “c’mon, i’ll walk you back.”
you tried to hide the fact that you were sulking as he walked you back to your own apartment. he kept a firm grip on your arm to keep you from stumbling.
you fumbled with the lock and key before getting the door to your apartment open and stepping inside. you and k walked to your bedroom. he lifted the covers for you and helped you slide in.
“comfy?” he asked, tucking you in sweetly.
“mhm,” you hummed, your eyelids suddenly growing heavy. “k?”
“yeah?”
“will you stay until i fall asleep?”
it was a silly request. you were a grown woman and you didn’t need your neighbor to stay with you until you fell asleep, but you wanted him around. his company made you feel safe and warm.
he smiled at your sweet words.
“yeah,” he assured you. “i’ll stay.”
he moved to sit on the other side of your bed, his back propped up against your array of pillows. he didn’t try to touch you or hold you, just simply laid beside you.
with the state you were in, it didn’t take you long to fall asleep at all. two minutes and you were out like a light.
k stayed for a bit longer, examining your delicate face and the steady rhythm of your chest rising up and down. he thought you were the most beautiful girl he’d ever seen.
-
your head was pounding the minute you woke up and you were immediately mortified in remembrance of what you did yesterday.
flirting with your older, recently divorced neighbor? what were you thinking?
half asleep, you grabbed your phone from off your nightstand and located your text messages with him.
y/n - k, i’m so sorry about yesterday
next door, k was already awake, standing in front of the coffee machine and eagerly awaiting for his cup to be brewed. he noticed his phone vibrate and was delighted to find a text message from you.
he was surprised that you were apologizing.
k - good morning. sorry for what?
y/n - the way i acted. i know it was inappropriate so i hope i didn’t make you uncomfortable :(
you were so shy and innocent, k actually thought it was cute: the fact that you were apologizing for simply calling him hot yesterday.
k - you have nothing to apologize for, y/n. it was actually really nice drinking with you. we should do it again sometime.
the contents of his text woke you up slightly. you were surprised he actually wanted to do it again after the way you acted.
you sent him a response telling him you would love that before turning your phone back off and going back to sleep in hopes that your hangover would feel better once you woke up.
-
the flat screen tv in front of you played a romantic comedy, one you weren’t really paying any attention to. you couldn’t, not with k sitting right next to you, close enough that your legs were touching.
his body heat was radiating off of him like a furnace, making your own body warm. his eyes were glued to the screen, you found when you glanced over at him.
feeling your eyes on him, he looked back at you, offering you a sly grin.
it was a few days later since you’d last gone over to his place. this time, you weren’t going to let yourself get so drunk in front of him. you didn’t need to embarrass yourself again.
again, his baby was staying with his parents leaving the apartment all to himself, which made it the perfect night to invite you over for a movie.
“you okay?” he asked.
“yeah,” you affirmed, blushing from being caught looking at him.
he chuckled breathily, suddenly taking the initiative to wrap his arm around you. a part of you had been waiting for him to do so all night.
you felt relaxed as your head rested on his shoulder. he caressed your arm with his thumb, looking back to the screen like what he was doing wasn’t a big deal.
it wasn’t a big deal. all he’d done was put his arm around you, yet you were freaking out internally. just his touch alone was enough to drive you crazy.
it didn’t help that he looked so good that night too. you were used to seeing him in business and formal clothes, but he was dressed comfortable and casually then in gray sweatpants and a hoodie, and he looked amazing. he smelled so good too. you were practically writhing beside him.
he noticed your restlessness, your fidgeting, your occasional glances at him.
“are you tired?” he asked. “we can finish the movie another night if you wanna get some sleep.”
“no, no, i’m not tired,” you assured. “just…”
you trailed off, too embarrassed to tell him you were so distracted and fidgety because of him.
“just what?”
the way he was looking at you didn’t help your case. his gaze made your squirm, crossing your legs and arms over yourself like you were trying to hide from him.
“i-i don’t…”
you were pathetic, truly. you couldn’t even utter out a sentence.
“you’re cute,” k said, chuckling at your state. “is it because i put my arm around you? i can move it if you’d like.”
“no, i like it,” you assured, placing your hand on top of his wrist to keep it where it was. “i like having your hands on me.”
like a switch was flipped, the atmosphere suddenly changed. k’s eyebrow raised slightly, surprised by your entirely sober words.
“oh yeah?” he asked, his grip on your shoulder tightening slightly.
“mhm,” you hummed, feeling your heart start to beat faster.
“where else do you want my hands?” he wondered, a flirtatious tone to his voice. he moved his hand up to the back of your head, feeling your hair. “want them in your hair?”
your squeezed your thighs together with need. his words were making you more aroused by the second.
“no,” you answered.
“no?” he repeated, moving his hand down to your chin. he tilted your head to face him, your faces close. “how about here?”
you gulped, your eyes flickering down to his lips. suddenly, you were overcome with the need to have them on you, to feel them against your own. luckily, k seemed to have the same idea.
he leaned in and connected your lips together in a slow, deep kiss. your jaw fell slack right away, accepting his lips against your own and letting him take the ropes, knowing you would follow.
you found yourself shifting closer to his body, your hand snaking around his neck. you slid your fingers into his dark hair and tugged slightly on the roots, pushing his lips against you harder.
that encouraged him to slide his tongue into your mouth, where you proceeded to rub yours against him, tasting him and exchanging your saliva.
he eventually departed from your lips and trailed down to your neck, where he sucked on your sensitive skin. you gasped, throwing your head back slightly to give him better access.
while he kissed and nibbled on your neck, his hands trailed down your waist, rubbing your sides. his touch felt electric, unlike any other way you’d felt when other guys had touched you before.
k wasn’t like any of the other guys though. he was older and thus more experienced. it was like he knew your body better than you did because every touch he delivered to you felt amazing.
his hand slid under your shirt, caressing your warm bare skin. he trailed up to your bare breast, giving it a soft squeeze.
“fuck,” you whispered when his thumb grazed over your erect nipple.
“this okay?” he asked, glancing up at you.
“yes,” you answered. “please.”
“please what?” he asked, pulling your shirt up so it exposed your tits to him. “what do you need, sweetheart?”
“need you to touch me,” you told him, an underlying tone of desperation in your voice.
“i am touching you,” he responded, tweaking your nipple in between his slim fingers.
“more,” you cried out, jutting your hips up so he would get the idea of where you needed his touch.
he knew, even without you practically shoving it in his face. he could tell you were pent up and was eager to touch your pussy anyway, knowing it was probably absolutely drenched in your arousal.
“okay, baby,” he complied, hooking his fingers into your waistband. “i’ll give you what you want.”
he slid your pants down your legs, leaving you in just a pair of lacy baby blue underwear. he swallowed at the sight, at his beautiful neighbor who was sprawled out half naked on his couch, writhing for him.
“fuck,” he whispered, stroking your smooth inner thighs. “you are fucking beautiful.”
he was truly astonished, taking in your body in such dismay. he couldn’t believe you were all his to play with for the night.
finally, he reached out and rubbed your pussy over your underwear. your arousal was quick to seep through the fabric, making it stick to your pussy and accentuate your clit and folds.
k could feel the heat and wetness radiating through and wanted nothing more to stick his head between your thighs and lick the fabric until you were kicking him away from the overstimulation.
instead, he slid your panties down your legs and spread your knees apart. your pussy was glistening in arousal, begging silently to be played with.
you were slightly embarrassed, truth be told. this was your neighbor, your neighbor who you met while he was still married with a newborn child, and now you were naked on his couch, your pussy shamelessly on display right in front of him.
you turned your head to the side, hoping that if you didn’t watch, it would be less embarrassing for you.
k slid his middle and ring fingers up your slit, gathering the excess amount of arousal and spreading it all over your pussy. he ended up at your clit, rubbing it slowly.
you let out a pathetic moan, eyes rolling back into your head.
“you’re so sensitive,” he commented, sliding his fingers up and down your pussy again. “i’ve barely done anything and you’re soaked. does it really feel that good, baby?”
“yes,” you answered, trying to grind your hips against his fingers for more. “feels so fucking good, k. i need more.”
again, he gave you what you wanted. he slid his two fingers into your needy hole with ease from the built up arousal. you immediately clenched around the long digits, gasping at the intrusion.
“fuck!” you squealed, slapping a hand over your mouth.
k really liked how responsive you were to even his slightest touch. he wasn’t even moving his fingers, letting you adjust to the size of them, and yet you were moaning so prettily and feeling so good already.
“so fuckin’ pretty,” he muttered. “you feel so good around my fingers.”
you clenched around him at the praise. he slowly began moving his fingers inside you, pulling them out slightly and pushing them back in, massaging your walls.
the sound of his fingers thrusting in and out of your hole was lewd and loud and humiliating, but by then, you were already too far gone to care. besides, k thought it was just about the hottest thing ever: the noise, your body, your reactions, you.
he brought his thumb up to your clit and rubbed it in little circles while continuing to finger you. you grabbed his wrist, your chest heaving and making you pant like a dog.
“oh my god, k,” you cried out, your thighs starting to shake from how hard he was finger fucking. “i’m close.”
“yeah?” he responded. “you gonna cum all over my fingers?”
“yes!” you exclaimed, your stomach tightening as it started approaching at a record fast pace.
“fuck,” he muttered, feeling his cock twitch in his sweatpants. “be a good girl and cum for me then.”
you complied to his words, the knot in your stomach unraveling. you clenched as his fingers slammed in and out of your pussy, giving you the most out of your orgasm as you could get.
you moaned pathetically, your hips riding his fingers uncontrollably. your toes curled and your eyes rolled and it was by the far the hardest you’d ever cum in your life.
k watched in awe, feeling like he could cum with one stroke of his cock because of how turned on he was by watching you. you were such a grand sight and he couldn’t believe your reaction was all because of him.
he needed more of you.
“let’s go to my room,” he urged, helping you off the couch.
he lead the way down the hall to his bedroom, a room you’d never seen before. he immediately got on the bed and you followed, your lower half bare as you straddled his clothed lap.
he wrapped his arms around your waist and attached his lips back to your lips again. it was sloppier than your first kiss, but the eagerness and lust was evident. you just needed to feel each other and be as close as humanly possible.
he was quick to slide out of his sweatpants, revealing his long and thick cock that you just knew was by far the biggest out of anyone you’d been with. the thought of it being inside you made you gulp.
“you can take it,” he whispered reassuringly. “lay on your back, baby.”
you climbed off of his lap and laid flat on your back like he instructed you to do. he grabbed your thighs in his dominating hands and spread them apart, revealing your pussy. it was visibly wet and ready for him.
“please,” you whispered in desperation while he stared at your cunt.
“what do you want, baby?” he asked, a slight tease in his tone. “want me to fuck you? is that it?”
“yes!” you cried out. “please just fuck me, k.”
“fuck, angel,” he growled, wrapping his hand around his cock. “you make it hard to say no.”
he jerked himself for a moment before aligning his pink tip with your hole. just the contact alone made your body feel like it was electric. you could only imagine how it would feel when he was really inside you.
he found your hand, intertwining your fingers together as he slowly slid his length inside you. you winced, his size way bigger than anything you were used to. yet at the same time, the pain felt good because it was k.
he squeezed your hand once he was all the way inside, your pelvises pressed together.
“you okay?” he asked, leaning down to place a comforting kiss on your forehead.
you looked up at him. his dark hair was falling into his eyes, his cheeks with a rosy hue, and all in all, he looked stunning. you could feel it in your chest that you were falling in love with him.
you reached up, pressing your hand to the back of his neck. you pushed slightly to get him to come back down to your face level and connected your lips together. he smiled against your mouth, kissing you deeply and warmly.
after a few minutes, he started moving. he pulled out about halfway before slowing pushing his cock back inside you. your cunt gripped him so fucking tightly that k felt lightheaded every time he felt his tip hit the back of it.
he had a tight embrace on your waist, keeping you from squirming around as a result of his big intrusion inside of you. it felt incredible to be stuffed full of him and slowly the pain disintegrated into pleasure.
he pulled out and thrusted back in, your walls sucking him in and squeezing around his thick length.
“fuck,” he cursed, tossing his head back to reveal his pretty neck. “relax, angel. you’re so fucking tight when you clench like that.”
“c-can’t help it,” you sputtered, feeling your body move slightly up the bed every time he thrusted. “feels so full.”
“yeah?” he exhaled. “you nice and full of my cock?”
you whimpered, tossing your head to the side as he quickened his pace, ramming into you. the sound of skin slapping against each other and your pussy squelching from the wetness was lewd and loud and embarrassing, yet you felt too good to care.
he was so much more experienced than anyone else you’d been with before, it was obvious. the way he moved his hips and the way his cock would go slow and deep, then hard and rough, keeping you guessing of what he was going to do next. it was exciting to be fucking him after the lust you’d felt for so long.
embarrassing as it was, you already felt yourself getting close.
“k,” you cried out, squeezing his biceps. “‘m close.”
“yeah?” he replied, his cheeks a rosy red from how hard he was fucking you. “you gonna cum around my cock? go ahead, baby. you’ve been so good for me.”
you slapped your hand over your mouth and finally let go, your toes curling. k groaned at the sight and at the feeling of you cumming, his cock twitching inside you.
“fuck, you’re fucking perfect,” he mumbled, leaning down to plant his lips against yours again.
“daddy,” you whimpered out. “feels so good.”
he moaned at the name, feeling his abs clench. you couldn’t get any better than this. you were better and hotter than he ever could’ve imagined you’d be.
he brought his fingers down to rub your clit in little circles, eager to feel you cum for a second time. you gasped, feeling overstimulated and sensitive but you didn’t want him to stop. the moment was too good, so good that you truly never wanted it to stop.
he was fucking you so hard and perfectly, ruthlessly chasing his own orgasm. you just knew you’d be sore in the morning but you didn’t care because you knew it’d just remind you of how good that night was.
“you gonna let me cum inside you?” he asked breathlessly as he slowly felt his high approaching. “gonna let me fill your pretty pussy with all my cum?”
“please!” you nearly sobbed, looking up at him with the prettiest big eyes. “please, daddy. cum inside me.”
“you’re so fuckin’ hot when you call me that,” he practically growled, digging his fingernails into your hips. “gonna fill you so good.”
“please,” you begged pathetically. “i need it.”
k sighed, feeling lightheaded from how tightly your pussy gripped him, how hot and wet it was. just the idea of filling you up to the brim was making him twitch.
“good little cum slut,” he mumbled. “gonna take everything i give you.”
“fuck k,” you cried. “i’m gonna cum again.”
“wait,” he commanded. “cum at the same time as me. can you do that, angel? can you hold it for just a little longer?”
you bit your lip, trying to distract yourself so you didn’t cum too soon. if k told you to do something, you were going to do it.
“okay,” you responded shakily.
“don’t worry, sweetheart,” he cooed. “i’m so close.”
you shut your eyes, relishing in the sensation of his cock absolutely railing in and out of your cunt like a piston.
k stared at your face, admiring your pure beauty. you were even prettier than normal when you were underneath him, on the verge of another orgasm.
just by looking at you, he was about to finish.
“shit,” he groaned. “i’m gonna cum, baby.”
the idea of k filling you up immediately had your stomach clenching. your body heated up like you were on fire and you just knew you couldn’t hold back anymore.
“i’m cumming,” you cried out, eyes rolling back into your head.
k moaned and cursed your name as spurts of his cum filled your pussy. you milked him for all he was worth, insuring that he gave you every single last drop.
he buried his face in your neck, breathing heavily against your skin as he went through the aftershocks of his orgasm.
you felt high. you’d never been fucked so good before, never came three times all in one night.
it took a few minutes, but eventually k pulled out of you. he watched in awe as what was practically a fountain of cum came gushing out of your spent cunt.
“fuck,” he mumbled, watching it spill onto his sheets. “so pretty.”
you watched, dazed and exhausted, as he disappeared to grab a towel and returned shortly after. you were too tired to do anything, so you let him clean you up and get you redressed in some shorts and one of his t-shirts.
he put his pants on and crawled underneath the covers, pulling you into his chest.
“how was that?” he asked, kissing the top of your head.
“i don’t think there are any words to describe to you how good that was,” you remarked.
he chuckled breathily, nodding.
“i agree.”
it didn’t take you long to fall asleep at all. you were completely comfortable and relaxed around him.
on the other hand, k couldn’t fall asleep for the life of him. all he could do was lay there with you in his safe embrace, thinking about how he was falling deeply for you, his sweet younger neighbor.
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