since enhablr is mainstream now on tiktok this revived a hidden fear of mine which is getting one of my fics screenshotted and getting flamed for it on tt or twt
pretty puppy boy is so down bad for you. the feeling is mutual.
pairing: puppybf!jake x afab!reader
fluff, jake falls in love at first sight, mentions of kisses, smut, oral (fem receiving ), sub!jake and sub!reader yum, mutual masturbation hell yea, they're both brats, messy sex, pussy obsessed puppy jake, not proofread as always
puppy!jake who literally felt time slow when he was first introduced to you. sunghoon side eyed him when he noticed how jake visibly straightened, ears perked, eyes blown wide open. it took about three to four dude's from his friend to make him enter reality again.
puppy!jake who simply just stared at you when you told him about yourself. he drank up every word, replaying the facts in his head, careful to not miss a single details.Â
puppy!jake who had to force himself to look you into the eye and stop his eyes from darting down to your lips. but how couldn't he? the gloss on your lips reflects so prettily in the sunlight, how can you expect him not to stare at you :c
puppy!jake constantly wanted to be around you when your friend group was hanging out. he didn't necessarily even need to talk to you, he just wanted to sit close. with time he stared hovering, never leaving your orbit, shooting sharp glances at once who looked in you in ways that friends don't.Â
puppy!jake who had sunghoon give him peptalks to talk to you more :c sweet boy just got so shy and stuttery when he was around you, which was silly since you were the exact same and HE DIDNT EVEN NOTICE !!Â
puppybf!jake who thought you might be more dominant in the bedroom, judging by your composed nature but he was oh so wrong. to be fair, there have been signs that you didn't have a single dominant bone in your body. the way you nuzzled, basically completely melted into him when you were cuddling, hugging him so tightly as if he were to disappear into thin air any second. the way you practically turned into mush whenever an single ounce of praise left his lips. mans was just too whipped to see it.
puppybf!jake giggles inbetween kisses :((( well it's more like he full on giggles into your mouth because mans refuses to remove his lips from yours but if he DOES then the giggles get even more intense and he gets so giddy and u can barely catch your breath before he's on you again.
puppybf!jake has never been touched by anyone before and gets soooo desperate and whiny when you slowly move your hands up and down his body. the slightest movement towards his dick has him twitching, throaty whines escaping him without pause. and the worst part? the way you look at him, eyes wide with fascination, in disbelief that it's you who gets him like this. like him, you haven't been touched by anyone either and one before you realised what happened his hands were in your panties and yours around his dick :c both of you just staring at each other, jaws slack and breathing heavily. Â
puppybf!jake always has his hand on you. always. hand holding, intertwined pinkies, hand around your waist, playing with a strand of hair it doesn't matter if he's around you he must touch you or he withers away.
puppybf!jake who loves laying on top of you. his cheek is pressed against yours, eyelashes tickling you when he blinks. out of nowhere, quick kisses attack your cheeks while you watch something on your phone (he sees it as a challenge to get your attention, sweet sweet boy). every now and then he repositions himself, making sure his arms dont't leave you tho dont get it twisted. once he found a new comfy position he flops down again with a sigh, nuzzling into your neck :c
puppybf!jake who humps the mattress while eating you out . he just loves the sounds you make, it makes him absolutely feral. whether that is the sweet moans and gasps leaving your lips or your messy pussy causing obscene sounds to echo from the walls. whenever he goes down on you he always ends up legit making out with your pussy, nose nudging against your clit and he looooves smelling you. doesnt mind when you move around, he just moves after you, lips never leaving your pussy. he's utterly obsessed with you and your pussy, hes on you like a magnet.Â
puppybf!jake who once nutted before you even touched him properly. in his defence, you were literally licking your way down his v line, it was evil of you. poor pup got so whine and embarrassed afterwards and wanted to tease you back but he couldn't go through with it and just ended up eating you out for two hours straight. that boy has an insane oral fixation lucky you.
puppybf!jake goes brat to brat with you. you both just rile each other up in perfect harmony, knowing exactly what pushes the other over the edge. of course you and up fucking on the ground because neither of you were able to resits the other for a second loner lol
puppybf!jake who almost came instantly when you started babbling incoherently the second he was inside you. " feel so good jakey you make me feel so so good, fuck, please don't stop." he was a goner, brain turned to mush. all he could focus on was the way your face twisted in pleasure, brows furrowed and mouth agape. "so pretty for me, can't believe you're letting me have you im so lucky." the praise bubbled out of him without him even noticing, but what he does notice is the way you clench around him. "jesus," he manages to hiss out, having to lean backwards a little to snap out of his haze. you whine, clawing at his bicep "come back here." all it takes is a roll of your hips and he falls back down on you, teeth digging into the soft flesh of your chest, giving it a slight suck.Â
puppybf!jake ties his hair up because he wants you to pull on it so badly but he's too shy to tell you and when you do on a whim he gets extra vocal yum.
puppybf!jake does the puppy head tilt at random times, no thoughts behind those eyes, scratch that the only thought on his mind is u, that boy loves u so much and he get's the saddies sometimes when he realises how much he loves you and then he goes extra extreme puppy mode and the head tilt and puppy eyes come out sobs.
puppybf!jake who loves messy sex more than anything. your first time had been sweet and slow, all shy giggles and soft gasps. but now? now we're at the slippery slope olympics. if your cum isn't running down your legs he hasn't eaten you out properly (he also wants his face to be drenched in it, don't get it twisted). there's just no better feeling than pushing his thick cock into the warm deliciousness that is your pussy :c he cannot help but stare down at your mixed fluids, thick strings of cum connecting you. it drives him NUTS.
puppybf!jake loves to pretend he's all tough when the two of you are out. he puffs out his chest a little when he sees others look at you, arm protectively circling even closer around your waist. but the second you look at him with your sweet eyes he gets all giggle because who are we fooling he's such a softie for you.
puppybf!jake who tries so hard to listen to your yapping intently, but after not even a minute he'll randomly blur out a "totally" or "mhm, yea" and then just kisses you mid sentence. he's whipped what can i say.
puppybf!jake is also lowkey a nerd who can't see well so he reaches over to the nightstand one day while he's balls deep inside you because "it wouldn't be fair if i can't see you look so pretty for me."Â his glasses get all fogged up and he clumsily tries to wipe them clean which ends up getting them dirty so he just carelessly throws them aside. as much as he loves seeing you, hearing and feeling you is enough for now.
puppybf!jake loves skin to skin contact even in a no sexual way. just simply having you flush against him, no layers, it's his absolute favourite thing. he traces little patterns on your skin, admiring your moles, veins, scars and curves. he wants to memorise it all :cÂ
puppybf!jake who promises he entered another realm when you touched his ears while riding him for the first time. your body on top of him was enough stimulating as is, poor boy couldn't stop groping all plush parts of your body but touching his ears?? my boy froze up for a solid 5 seconds. "wait, shit did i do something wrong?? are you okay??" your panicked voice was the only noise heard as jake seemed to have stopped breathing, eyes closed shut. next thing you know he crunched forwards with a groan and warm liquid spilled out your pussy and all over his thighs<33Â
lins notes: everybody thank miss @puppybelles for making me lock the fuck in for this (im making out with her as we speak)
taglist: @saeivra (comment or send me an ask if u wanna be added to my taglist <33)
yearner!james x fem!reader (slight nsfw! please be warned!)
blame it on the alcohol in his veins but you look so kissable right now. youâre just talking to your friend near the bar, wearing his leather jacket and he can think about is how he wants your lips on his.
âyouâre awfully distracted, hyung.â martin snapped him out of his trance, before turning back to the group.
keonho with a shit-eating grin on his face, âyou guys wanna bet heâll kiss her at the end of the night.â small giggles throughout the table as james downed another drink,
âkeep drinking your kool-aid, kid.â
âjust talk to her, manâ juhoon reasoned. âyouâve been in love with her the day she shared her sandwiches in second grade.â
youâve been beside james since he moved to your neighbourhood and happens to go to the same school as you. shy little james wouldnât talk to anyone until you approached him with offerings of sandwiches and a friendship. the rest was history.
now freshly in your 20âs, you and james were still inseperable. being the only adult in his friendgroup, naturally the younger ones look up and depended on him. when he introduced you to them, all of them clinged to you like a kid would to their mom.
with how present you are in their hangouts, the mere implication of you two being the parents of the group had his ears burning. something keonho likes to tease him about.
one instance, you were freezing in the car while james was driving. during a red light, he took off his jacket, placing it around your shoulders coolly.
âoooh our dad is so sweet to momâ keonho blared from the backseat, the rest hollering simultaneously.
you giggled, âthank you, èć Ź (husband).â james just snickered, attempting to keep his cool but not without his ears betraying him.
other times its the boysâ that get too chaotic and running rampant. naturally, james would join in on the antics, although he tends to start them.
james once joked, âthese kids are preparing me for fatherhood at this point.â
âi guess iâll be the mom thenâ you teased. blissfully unaware of the heat creeping up jamesâs cheeks.
somewhere in the years spent growing up together, jamesâs feelings for you blurred the lines of friendship for him. he became hyper-aware whenever youâre standing too close, whenever you held his hand in crowded rooms, whenever you rested your head on his shoulder. he had memorised all your favourite things, from your favourite colour down to your-go-to pickups from sephora.
his (personal) favourite version of you is when youâre extremely exhausted and burned out. itâs when you are too tired to think instead just clung onto him like a parasite. it feels right to have you in his arms, for a moment the world is not against his odds, now that heâs got you with him.
now heâs in a dilemma, hoping the alcohol would drown his feelings but with you being only a few feet away, all his mind focus on was you.
he picks up another glass, if he kisses you tonight, he can blame it on the alcohol.
âyou can just throw him on the couchâ martin and keonho dropped a barely conscious james on your couch.
âi thought i told you to watch him.â feigning a scolding tone, hands on your hips.
âhe had a lot on his mind, noona.â seonghyeon said, that made you perk up as you walked them to the door.
âwhatâs wrong with him?â now youâre concerned but before you could get an answer, martin yelled goodnight and hurriedly closed the door.
weird.
arms wrapping around your middle had you by surprise, a very drunk james groaning on your shoulder. you ruffled his hair, walking together to the couch. james was glued to you on the couch, head tucked under your chin, his arms not letting go of your waist.
âdo you want water?â hands tangled in hair and he shooked his head.
âjust stay like this.â he slurred.
quiet moments passed as you caress his head before he pulled away slightly to look at you. pink flushed cheeks and a small pout in his lips, his hand moved up to cradle your face.
âyouâre so pretty baby, so so pretty. i canât stop thinking about kissing you.â his words slurring but laced with genuineness.
the nickname had your stomach turning but you stayed composed. heâs not in the right state, he could be saying anything.
âyu fan, youâre drunk. youâre not thinking rig-â
âbaby, please donât say thatâ his pleading tone had your heart breaking. âplease please believe me, please i need you baby.â
he pulled you closer till youâre chest to chest. your hands can feel the thrumming of his heart, face just inches away as his eyes conveyed something his mouth couldnât.
your biggest weakness has always been puppy-eyed yu fan and right now itâs getting really hard to resist him.
not when his hands are all over your body. not when his eyes look at you like you held the universe. not when his lips are screaming for yours.
âplease kiss me, baby please.â he leaves small pecks on your neck leaving you breatheless. effortlessly lifting you to sit on his lap, lips now moving up your earlobe.
âplease baby iâll be good for you.â the pleading is chipping away the remaining self restraint you have. he sounded so good, nibbling at your ear, begging to kiss him.
fuck it.
the last string of self-restraint snapped as your lips collided with his. the taste of whiskey still prominent on his tongue, hands roughly pressing your body against his as your lips dance together. arms wrapping how his neck, james kissed you back as if he was a man starved of oxygen. his hands fallen to your hips, moving you slowly back and forth.
james moaned and sighed into the kiss, chasing your lips at the slight feeling you pulled away. this is what heâs been dreaming of all these years. again, his lips moved downwards, leaving no skin untouched.
âyu fan-â you moaned, feeling him sucking on your pulse point. tongue immediately soothing the new bruise as a small apology.
âyou have no idea how long i waited for thisâ he finally pulled away to see the mess he made. your swollen lip and blown out pupils made him reeling in excitement.
âso fucking pretty.â
âmoreâ you whimpered out weakly, pulling him by the collar, reconnecting your lips.
this time it was desperation. it was want. it was need. it was years and years of pining.
for him, it was countless nights imagining how you would taste like, how you would feel like. nights where he was afraid of the rejection that never came. nights where he would imagine his name screamed in full esctasy.
for you, it was countless of unsure nights if he even likes you. the steady buildup of small intimacies that finally led you to this very moment. nights where his name was just a silent mantra whispered between your sheets.
safe to say, you both realised what you needed was right in front of you, although it took liquid courage to get there.
*this is not to shame anybody. if you used to use chatgpt in the past but have stopped, kudos to you, this post still includes you. if you are still using chatgpt, then I guess I canât stop you â but if you ever decide to stop using it in the future, you may then claim your star too
sfw and nsfw headcanons for this gorgeous manđ» mdni! i am not responsible for the media you consume! nswf under the cut! enjoy!đđȘ·
plug!james who always makes you get in the car instead of handing it to you through the window because he likes having you close
plug!james who keeps the music low and the windows up just so the silence between you feels heavier
plug!james who takes forever reaching into the backseat for your stuff just to make you watch his arm flex on the steering wheel first (đ«Š)
plug!james who always âaccidentallyâ gives you extra and shrugs when you point it out like âkeep it, pretty.â
plug!james who hands you your stuff last because he likes making you stay and talk first
plug!james who says âyou always this nervous around me?â when you fumble the cash in front of him
plug!james who says âyou can look at me, yâknowâ when he catches you staring at his hands
plug!james whoâs also kind of a loser and gets all shy and nervous when you look so pretty in his car, wearing that shirt that he just loves too much
plug!james who started wrapping up your supplies in cute bags with a ribbon because he thought that the vibe matches you
plug!james who brings you your favorite drink one day and just goes âyou talk about it a lotâ
plug!james who starts finding excuses to text you even when you didnât ask for anything
plug!james who is dry as hell
plug!james who gets all smug the second he realizes youâre dressing a little cuter when you know heâs coming over
plug!james who is secretly so happy you finally broke up with your boyfriend but has to keep his nonchalant demeanor. âbout that time girl. youâre too pretty for that donkey anyway.â
nsfw!
plug!james who finally made the first move after you broke up with your boyfriend and now his casual friday nights are spent with him between your legs
plug!james who always smokes weed before and during sex. he claims that it makes the experience better and makes every touch linger more
plug!james who is genuinely a boob guy. if he could, heâd spend 99% of his time buried between them. would get extra hard if you have a nipple piercing. loves kissing them, touching them, painting themâŠ
plug!james who loves dry humping. if itâs too intense, with music playing in the background heâd even come in his pants too
plug!james who definitely has praise kink, hair pulling kink and especially loves when you moan his name. top positions are doggy and riding.
plug!james who strokes himself late at night while looking at your pictures. doesnât last longer than 5 minutes thoâŠ
plug!james whose top priority is to make you feel good but he cannot deny a good, messy blowjob. i meannn heâs a guy after all. deepthroatingđ«Ł suckerrrrr for eye contact
plug!james who loves early morning sex. he takes it sooooo slow. from making out to kissing your body, to undressing you. his thrusts are always steady and slow.
plug!james whoâd feel so guilty about not having any labels about what you two are. but all of his worries melt away when you come for a quickie + taking supplies in his car
plug!james whoâs soooo noisy when yall fuck. heâd try to hush them into his hands or your neck, but once you get on top of him and take control he would let them out
plug!james who likes fingering you in his car, whispering sweet nothings in your ear such as how good you are
plug!james who doesnât really use condoms :P jut prefers to come in you :P
okay⊠first time writing something like thisđ if this flops itâs gonna be so embarrassing lol i hope this reaches the right audienceđ
đđđđłđđđ ïčâŹïč in which your boyfriend refuses to let you choke him, until heâs dazed enough to let you have your way with him. try before you deny, right?
âŁïž nishimura riki x f. reader ⊠smut (18+) established relationship đŠ. choking, riding, unprotected sex (donât do it!!!), creampie, 1.2kWC.
MILANâS đ NOTE need more sub riki, pls and carrots.
the topic of choking, or simply wrapping your hands around your partnerâs throat was something that had been brought up a few times within you and rikiâs relationship.
it was something that you had consented to long before you two even began having sex together, when you would discuss the things that you were into and not into. and of course, with your permission, he had done so once or twiceâwrapping his silver-clad fingers around the base of your neck and would squeeze lightly if you begged him to.
it was a small gesture that you didnât even have to ask for most times. heâd just slide his hand up between your breasts while he was thrusting deeply into you, and would find your throat in his hand. he knew how much it turned you on and how much you loved when he took control.
but there was something in you, that adored the idea of having the tables turn. what if you took the reins this time?
riki had let you be on top before, sure, but he could never bring himself to let you choke him. any time you brought up the idea, he quickly shut it down.
the worst part was that he didnât really have a reason for it. he wasnât afraid of you dominating him or anything, he wanted you to. but choking was where he crossed the line.
maybe it was an attempt at keeping up his ânonchalantâ image, which is absolutely ridiculous. so many times heâs tried to act as if your very existence doesnât have him folding, when he knows that as soon as heâs inside of you, all of that crumbles. in reality, heâs a sucker for you.
but one way or another, youâd convince him.
you thought about it now, even as you were on top of him, bouncing like your life depended on it.
riki was settled beneath you, panting and letting out groans that were beginning to sound a little desperate.
the air in your room was hot, the smell of sweat and sex swirling around with the subtle sweet scent of a candle youâd put out before you had gotten in bed.
clothes scattered the floor, your panties somewhere unknownâto which youâd be searching for in the morning.
things had gotten heated before you and riki decided to settle in for the night. what started as playful banter and wrestling, turned into him snatching off the bit of clothing that you did have on.
both of you were more needy than you thought, grinding against each other until you couldnât take it anymore.
âyou feel so good, fuck,â riki panted, his hands sliding from your waist to cup your ass. he squeezed, starting to move his hips in sync with yours to help you grind down on him.
moans spewed from your lips, leaning into his touch. your skin felt like it was burning up, the feels of his hands on your body igniting something within you.
the lewd sounds only fueled you, the squelching of your walls around him getting louder each time you settled back down. his length glided in and out of you with ease, covered in cum and your own arousal, some of it reaching between your thighs.
the thought of wrapping your hands around rikiâs neck wouldnât leave your head, your pussy clamping down on him tightly each time it crossed your mind.
riki whined helplessly, his abdomen flexing as he continues to grind upwards.
âriding me so good, mama,â he sunk his teeth into his bottom lip. âmight have to fill you up again.â
his words had your hips moving faster, desperate to push him over the edge.
but while he was so focused on the feeling of your walls fluttering around him, you placed your hands on his chest, sliding them up slowly. you acted as if you were just caressing him at first, feeling down to his abs and back up.
your hands made their way back to his chest, and up further to his collarbone. you let your fingers rest there for a moment, thinking you were being sly, but riki caught on pretty quickly.
his fingers wrapped around one of your wrists as he panted, trying to form a coherent sentence.
âd-donât,â he mumbled hoarsely. âdonât even try it.â
you whined, trying to move your hands further but he caught the other one.
âplease, baby,â your pleas were amusing to him, but they didnât help anything.
he readjusted himself so that his feet were planted into the mattress, his pace becoming rougher.
your mouth opened as strained moans fell from them, throwing your head back.
âr-rikiââ
your words were cut off with the harsh snap of his hips as he rutted into you, skin slapping filling the space of your bedroom.
he cursed silently, too focused on the obscene sounds coming from beneath you both.
you took it upon yourself to ask him once more, begging him to let you wrap your hands around his throat.
âlet me, baby,â you gasped, feeling his tip hit that spongy spot deep inside of you. âitâll feel s-so good, i promise.â
riki didnât say anything, he couldnât. but the look in his eyes told you everything. they were lidded and filled with nothing but love when he looked up at you. he trusted you.
he gave up on trying to pretend like he wasnât curious about it; why you wanted to choke him so bad and what it could feel like. he was so drunk on the feeling of your pussy that he didnât care what you did to him at that point.
you placed your hands where they were before, making their way up to the base of his neck. you let your fingers dance across his skin for a moment before fully wrapping them around it.
you squeezed, not hard enough to make him lose conscious but enough for him to feel some pressure.
before you knew it, he had thrown his head back, letting out the nastiest moan youâve ever heard. his eyes were rolling to the back of his head when you applied more pressure.
âf-fuck!â he whimpers, his hand wrapping around your wrist again but not trying to stop you this time. he wanted more.
you moaned at how fucked out he lookedâhis hair pushed back and damp with sweat, his brows furrowed.
ââs that good?â you asked quietly, loosening your grip for a moment.
riki nodded frantically, his breath quickening.
âdo it again.. n-need you to do it again, âm gonna cum.â
and you gave him what he wanted, fingers gripping his throat once more as his thrusts start to become sloppier.
âcum for me, ki⊠want you to cum inside, please.â you purred.
rikiâs moans grew louder as he let go, his cum filling your insides once more, warm and sticky. but his thrusts didnât stop.
âkeep fucking me,â he panted, his hand covering yours now as he movers it further up his neck.
he urged you to choke him now, as if he wasnât just telling you to forget about the idea all together.
âchoke me like you h-hate me,â he groaned. âharder.â
SUMMARY -> stranded in the middle of a storm, you and heeseung take shelter in an abandoned cabin, where your soaked clothes lead to more than just drying off. the catch? you hate each other's guts.
WORDS -> approx. 8k
WARNINGS -> female reader x heeseung, enemies to ???, alternate universe - university students, bottom y/n, top lee heeseung, explicit sexual content, sexual tension, oral, fingering, sex, rough sex, unprotected sex, hate sex, sharing body heat
a/n - wrote this before his departure, this is my coping method guys lets all hold hands
- requested [no]
the air is so fucking hot that the heat presses down on you like some unbearable weight you canât shake off. your shirt sticks annoyingly to your back that is already damp with sweat and the sun overhead feels merciless, burning into your skin no matter how many times you shift around looking for even the tiniest scrap of shade.
this is hell.
not the burning kind of hell but the excruciating why-the-hell-am-i-even-here kind. if someone had told you a year ago that you would end up stuck in the middle of nowhere for an entire weekend just to study plants of all things, you wouldâve laughed straight in their face. you? out here? roasting under the sun? taking notes on leaves and dirt? absolutely not. the thing is, you donât even like botany, you're not even remotely interested in it if you're being honest but what choice do you really have? you're a biology student and that means tolerating whatever weird experiments get thrown your way.
dissecting frogs? yeah, no thanks. you still shudder at the memory and the way that awful smell sticks to your fingers no matter how many times you scrub them with soap. handling chemicals in the lab? sure, itâs kind of exciting but the constant paranoia of accidentally burning your skin off keeps you way too tense. the microscope work is honestly the only thing you can actually stand without complaining. the rest of it? you could definitely live without all that nonsense.
and yet here you are.
stuck on this so-called field trip. two whole days just to study plants... plants! of all things... when your campus literally has an entire botanical garden sitting right there. but no, apparently âhands-on experienceâ is more important.
bullshit.Â
you swear you already have plenty of âexperience,â like that one time during a community visit when you got pickpocketed and lost an entire weekâs worth of allowance. easily the worst experience of your life.Â
but today? yeah, you can already tell itâs going to be even worse.
your patience is already hanging by a thread the moment you arrive and being stuck with him does absolutely nothing to help.
heeseung.
you donât even know when your stupid rivalry started and honestly? you donât really care enough to figure it out. all you know is that heeseung grates on your nerves like no one else ever could. maybe itâs just the simple fact that heeseung clearly hates you too and honestly, thatâs more than enough reason for you to hate him right back.
still, the sun is draining the fuck out of you and you honestly have zero energy left to deal with heeseung's attitude. you wipe the sweat from your forehead with the back of your hand while groaning before fanning yourself uselessly with the poor notebook you've been scribbling in for what feels like a painfully long hour.
from a few feet away, you hear the sharp click of a camera shutter.
your head snaps up instantly.
of course, itâs heeseung standing there with his camera, taking yet another dramatic picture of a random plant while looking completely unbothered by the sweltering heat. you scowl automatically.
âhey, y/n,â heeseung calls out, not even sparing you the courtesy of a glance. âyouâve been standing there for a while now. got any plans to help?"
unbelievable. Â
you've been documenting the findings this entire damn time and yet heeseung still has the audacity to act like you're the one slacking.
you narrow your eyes. âwell, mr. lee, iâve actually been doing my task the whole time earlier, thank you very much. canât i take a tiny break without getting called out? seems a little unfair, donât you think?â you let out a dry laugh as you flip through your notes lazily. âespecially when all youâve been doing is snapping pretty little pictures of plants that probably wonât even help us in the report.â
heeseung lowers his camera just enough to glance at you with that infuriating smirk curling at his lips.Â
you swear you can already feel the migraine coming.
yuna coughs nervously as her eyes flicks back and forth between you and heeseung. âokay, thatâs enough, you two,â she says but her mind says something else, please stop fighting before i lose it. âletâs just⊠take a break.â
âyeah, seriously, itâs way too hot out here,â jake mutters, dragging the back of his hand across his sweaty forehead only for it to get damp again immediately. he fans himself weakly with his notebook. âi really need to get a drink before i actually collapse.â
yeji, whoâs been quiet the whole time finally lets out a sigh. âwhy donât we just go back to our cabin?â she suggests, her face red and shiny from the unbearable heat. âwe can just review what weâve gathered so far. weâre literally only here for two days anyway, so might as well work smart instead of passing out under the sun.â
for once, you donât argue, and neither does heeseung. maybe you both know you're way too hot, sweaty, and irritable to keep snapping at each other. starting your work in the middle of the afternoon heat had clearly been the dumbest decision ever. you can already feel exhaustion dragging you down and the heat is making you sluggish and way crankier than usual.
the walk back to your cabin is quiet with only the occasional rustle of branches and the crunch of dried leaves under your boots filling the silence. by the time you finally step inside, the cabin feels only a bit cooler, not great, but at least you're no longer roasting under the sun. a couple of other groups have also retreated into their own cabins, probably complaining about the exact same thing.
so when your professor eventually makes the âofficialâ announcement saying you can resume once the sun settles, itâs almost funny. everyone already figured that out hours ago.
you sprawl onto one of the wooden chairs the second you're inside. time drags by, hours slipping past until the sun finally dips low enough to give you some actual mercy. eventually, like it or not, you're back at it again.
this time, though, yeji speaks up.
âyou know,â she starts as she flips casually through her notebook, âi donât think staying together like this is gonna get us anywhere.â
yuna glances over at her. âwhat do you mean?â
yeji just shrugs, stretching her arms high before crossing them over her chest. âi mean, yeah, weâre technically working as a group, but donât you think weâd actually cover more ground if we split up?â
âthatâs⊠actually not a bad idea,â jake says while nodding slowly in agreement.
yuna hums in thought. it does make sense... theyâve got too much work and way too little time. the sooner they get everything done, the better.
âwell then,â yuna says, glancing around the group before making whatâs clearly the final decision. âyeji, you and jake can handle that part over there.â she points toward the denser section of the woods. âiâll take care of another area on my own.â
you already know whatâs coming next.
âandâŠâ yuna hesitates, her eyes looking between you and heeseung.
you exhale sharply through your nose, cutting her off flatly. âyeah, i know. you donât even have to say it. itâs not like i have a choice here.â
you can practically feel heeseung's stare drilling into the side of your face and sure enough, his voice follows. âwhy do you sound like itâs such a pain to work with me?â
you arch a brow before you roll your eyes. âbecause it is.â
heeseung scoffs, arms crossing. âyouâre no better yourself.â
with that, he brushes past you, already walking toward your spot.
you clench your jaw. god, you want to punch him so bad.
âguys,â yuna calls out, already growing tired of your banter. âplease, just⊠behave.â
neither of you respond and honestly, you both know itâs a completely pointless request.
jake sighs loudly while shaking his head. âuh, do you seriously think itâs a good idea to leave them alone again?â he already knows the answer but is asking anyway.
yuna exhales sharply as she pinch the bridge of her nose. âi know, i know. it always ends badly. weâve tried this exact thing so many times before.â the endless cycle of you and heeseung's constant bickering is clearly wearing her down.
âbut still,â she adds, crossing her arms tightly, âitâs better to at least hope theyâll get along eventually. weâre stuck as a group for the entire semester, and thereâs no way iâm spending every single meeting listening to them tear each other apart over the dumbest things imaginable.â
jake and yeji exchange wary glances. they want to believe in yuna's optimism but deep down they know that the second you two are alone, words sharper than knives are going to start flying.
and, of course, just as everyone probably predicted, the moment you and heeseung are out of earshot, the tension between you thickens instantly.
you huff, glaring down at the dirt path as you trudge forward. âof all people, why do i have to get stuck with you? seriously, this day just keeps getting worse.â
heeseung scoffs, barely glancing up from his notebook. âoh no, poor you. as if Iâm enjoying this either. trust me, iâd rather be lying face-down in a ditch than spending another second in your company.â he scribbles something down aggressively like your voice is nothing more than an annoying background noise.
your eye twitches. âthen go find one and throw yourself in. i wonât stop you.â
heeseung shuts his notebook. âshut up, y/n.â
âif incompetence were a plant, youâd be the perfect specimen,â you mutter under your breath, except, of course, itâs loud enough for heeseung to hear.
he smirks, tilting his head just slightly. âwhat was that, princess?â
âdonât call me that,â you grit out while you glare at him.
âthen stop whining like one,â heeseung shoots back instantly. he then rips a sheet of paper out of his notebook and shoves it toward you. âhere. write down the details, unless you seriously need me to spell it out for you too.â
you snatch the paper with a scoff. âwow, you actually managed to do something useful. miracles really do happen, huh?â
âunlike you, whoâs just scribbling nonsense. are you even taking proper notes, or just doodling little hate messages about me?â
âif i did, there wouldnât be enough pages to contain them,â you fire back as you laugh sarcastically. you run your fingers lightly over the stem of a nearby plant, distracted for a second by its shape and texture.
you snap your head up, ready to bite back another insult but heeseung's already moving while raising his camera.
âmove,â he says, gesturing impatiently. âyouâre in my way.â
you step aside with an exaggerated flourish. âoh, of course. wouldnât dare ruin your precious little photo. you probably need it later anyway to remind yourself what actual intelligence looks like.â
heeseung chuckles under his breath. âyou seriously think that plant is smarter than you? honestly, thatâs the first smart thing youâve said all day.â
you clench your jaw tight. âyou know what? iâd rather shove this entire notebook down my throat than spend one more second listening to your voice.â
âplease do,â heeseung deadpans. âthat way, i wonât have to hear your whining.â
you step forward, your faces now just inches apart as you glare at him. âi swear, if murder wasnât illegalââ
heeseung cuts you off with a smirk. âoh, please. what would you even do? hit me with your pen? scratch me with those weak little hands?â
your grip tighten around your notebook as you take another step closer. âyou wanna find out?â
heeseung's smirk only widens. âgo on.â
for a second, neither of you move, both locked in this ridiculous silent battle of wills. then you exhale sharply through your nose and spin on your heel. you drop back down to your notes, scribbling furiously, the pen nearly tearing through the paper. âi hope you trip over a tree root and fall face-first into mud,â you mutter.
unfazed, heeseung lifts his camera again and clicks another photo. âand i hope you get a rash from touching that plant.â
you freeze mid-scribble. âwaitâwhat plant?â
heeseung's grin is pure evil. âthe one you touched earlier.â
your eyes widen in absolute horror. âYOUââ
heeseung just bursts out laughing at that. ârelax, drama queen. itâs not poisonous.â
you let out a strangled noise and then shove at heeseung's shoulder. âi fucking hate you so much.â
heeseung barely stumbles, he just looks down at you then steps closer and close the space between you, your faces inches apart.Â
âi know.â a beat passes. then, quieter. âand i feel the same way.â
the sky growls above you, this low rumble that makes both you and heeseung flinch. before either of you can react, cold raindrops splatter across your skin. what starts as a light drizzle instantly shifts into a relentless downpour, soaking you completely within seconds as the sky darkens.
you instantly panic. you're so caught up in throwing insult after insult at heeseung that you donât even notice the weather changing until itâs too late. last time you looked up, the sun was practically glaring down at you. now itâs all grays and blacks like the universe is sick of your arguing and decides to join in by throwing a tantrum of its own.
âwhat the fuck?â you mutter as you lift your notebook above your head in this half-assed attempt to shield yourself. itâs useless. the rain smacks the pages and within moments the ink starts bleeding, smudging into stains. your chest sinks as you watch the words blur and disappear. you loosen your grip because all your notes are basically turning into soggy paper mush.
âcabin! letâs go!â heeseung yells over the rain. without waiting for a single word from you, he bolts, long strides splashing through mud and leaves. you curse loudly while hugging your ruined notebook against your chest as you sprint after him.
but the deeper you run into the woods, the more it hits you... you both have absolutely no clue where the hell you are.
the rain pours harder, blurring everything in sight and turning the forest into this hazy nightmare of shadows. trails that felt familiar earlier are gone now. every tree looks exactly the same. the cabin? nowhere. just endless woods stretching in every direction.
your chest burns as you force yourself to keep up with heeseung, your sneakers almost slipping on wet leaves. âwhere the fuck are we, heeseung? donât tell me you actually forgot the way!â your voice cracks halfway through, not just from being out of breath but from fear.
âcan you please shut your mouth for two damn seconds?!â heeseung snaps back, clearly irritated.
you scowl at him. âthis is all your fault! i knew i shouldnât have followed you. you didnât even know where you were going earlier!â
âgod, y/n, shut up!â heeseung bites out, fumbling with his soaked sling bag as he tries to shove his ruined notes and camera inside. âwe both know weâre not familiar with this place, so donât put all the blame on me!â
before you can throw out another insult, the sky suddenly cracks open with a thunder. the sound is so loud it rattles through your chest and you flinch hard, hands flying up to cover your ears. your breath stutters shakily and your whole body goes stiff.
heeseung freezes for half a second, confused, before noticing the way you stagger back a little with your eyes wide and darting around. your shoulders shake and itâs not just from being soaked. the rain runs down your face but heeseung can see the way your lips tremble and the way your fists clench tight like you're trying to anchor yourself to the ground.
âshit,â heeseung mutters, dragging a hand down his face before stepping closer. he grabs you by the shoulders and shakes you lightly. âhey, y/n! snap out of it, are you with me?â his voice comes out harsher than planned, clearly panicking. âstop acting like that, we need to move! the cabinâs not gonna come find us.â his pulse hammers, this is the worst possible time for you to shut down.
another clap of thunder rips through the sky and you flinch so hard that heeseung actually feels the jolt through his grip. his frustration instantly twists into something that feels way too close to panic.
he glances around, trying to find any sense of direction, but the woods look completely different now under the storm. the trees tower above you like giants, their shadows stretching endlessly and swallowing everything. the trail is gone, or maybe it was never there to begin with. no markers, no landmarks, nothing but black shapes and rain. heeseung curses under his breath.
he grabs you by the wrist tighter this time and yanks you forward. âweâre running. donât think, just follow me.â
you sprint through the storm, clothes sticking to your skin and shoes sinking into the mud. minutes pass and thereâs still nothing... no cabin, no familiar path. just darkness.
heeseung's jaw clenched. he knows. he knows that you are lost.
heeseung glances back at you, barely making out your face. your lips are parted and your breathing is uneven. you look like you're drowning in fear. heeseung's grip tightens around your hand as his own pulse hammers in panic. you're lost, soaked to the bone, stuck in the middle of nowhere and somehow, thatâs not even the biggest problem right now.
without hesitation, heeseung yanks you forward and keeps moving, forcing his legs to push through the mud. his eyes look around the woods, desperate to find anything that could save you. his brain wonât stop running in circles, there has to be something out here. some kind of cover, even just a shitty shack or tree big enough to block the rain. anything is better than this.
and then, he actually sees it.
a small structure rises in the dark, barely standing like itâs one strong gust away from collapsing. the roof sags, the walls are warped, it looks abandoned but itâs a shelter. thatâs all that matters.
âcome on,â he mutters as he drags you with him. he shoves the creaky door open and hauls you inside, slamming it shut with his foot.
the rain pounds against the tin roof but at least you're not outside anymore. the inside is bare. a rickety stool, a crooked table, one light bulb flickering weakly, and a small bed that looks like itâs lived a rough life. torn mattress and its stuffing everywhere. but it's still the best option you have.
heeseung guides you over to the small bed and presses you down to sit as he drops his soaked sling bag onto the table. water drips off the fabric and pooling instantly. he digs through it clumsily, pulling stuff out one by one until he finally finds his phone. the screen is wet, the case dripping, and for a second his heart basically stops. he swipes at it quickly, and thank god it lights up. but the relief doesnât last. two battery bars. and worse... no signal.
âfuck,â he mutters, dragging a shaky hand through his dripping hair. his stomach sinks when he notices the rest of the bag... everythingâs ruined. his camera, your reports, all the notes you worked on... itâs all destroyed. but honestly, that doesnât matter, not when he turns back to you.
you are shaking. badly.
at first, heeseung thinks itâs just fear from the thunder, but no. this is different. your whole body is trembling, your shoulders jerking beneath your soaked clothes, your fists pressed tight to your chest. your skin looks pale, almost gray, and your lips⊠god, theyâre turning blue.
he instantly panics.
he drops down in front of you without even thinking. âhey, hey, y/nâŠâ his voice comes out softer than he intends like heâs trying not to scare you more. he then cups your face in both hands while his thumbs brush across your damp skin. your eyes flicker open, meeting his, but theyâre hazy.
shit. you are freezing.
heeseung swallows hard as he scans the tiny shelter, hoping for literally anything that could help. blanket, dry clothes, even some old rags... but thereâs nothing. just busted furniture, dust, and the sound of rain hammering the roof. the storm outside has stripped every bit of warmth away and you, already so sensitive to the cold, are slipping fast right in front of him.
thereâs only one thing left to do.
âah, fuck it...â heeseung mutters under his breath, jaw clenching as he fumbles with the buttons of his soaked shirt. he shrugs it off and tosses it to the floor, then yanks off his thin undershirt. the cold air immediately hits him, raising goosebumps all over but he doesnât care. no time for that.
he climbs onto the tiny bed, ignoring how unstable the old mattress feels and pulls you into his arms without hesitation.
you donât even fight back, you just sag into him with your cold fingers weakly clutching at heeseung's bare chest. the contact makes heeseung flinch at first but then his arms automatically tighten, pressing you closer, trying to transfer every bit of heat he has left.
the bed is ridiculously small and creaking under your weight, but none of that matters. your head rests right against his chest and heeseung forces himself to stay calm.
for now, this is all you've both got.
the air is still cold but the warmth between you is slowly settling in. heeseung can feel your body, though still trembling, is not as stiff as before. the shivers eased a little but not nearly enough.Â
he shifts slightly, careful not to jostle you too much. you stay curled against him, with your shallow breaths that make heeseung's stomach twist. when he presses his palm lightly to your arm, he winces at the chill still clinging to you. your clothes are soaked through like a second layer of ice.
heeseung exhales and sits up slowly, pulling away just enough to free his hands. he fumbles for the buttons on your shirt, but the second he starts to undo them, cold fingers wrap weakly around his wrist.
âd-donât... don't touch me...â
your voice is barely there but thereâs resistance in it that makes heeseung freeze, his hand hovering a little. the grip on his wrist is not strong but itâs desperate enough to make him pause as he tries to figure out what the hell to do next.
heeseung glances down at your face and feels his chest tighten. you look pale with your lips slightly parted like you're struggling just to breathe. your eyes arenât fully focused but thereâs still fear in them that makes heeseung's stomach twist. he furrows his brows as he tries to stay calm himself.
âiâm trying to help you, y/n,â he says softly. heâs never been the best at comforting people, he knows that, but the worry on his face is obvious. you are freezing. you're drained, exhausted, and if you stay in those drenched clothes, things are just going to get worse.
heeseung exhales, forcing himself to be patient. he eases his touch now as he carefully pries at your grip. âiâm not gonna do anything, okay?â he murmurs as he reassures you. âi just need to take this off you so that you wonât be too cold, hmm?â
for a while, you donât move. your eyes are downcast, body tense, shoulders stiff like you're bracing for something. but eventually, your grip falters and your fingers slips away one by one until you finally let go.
heeseung nods slowly then goes back to undoing the buttons. the fabric parts easily and just as he guessed, you've got an undershirt on beneath. itâs damp too but still lighter than that heavy button-down. heeseung peels the wet shirt off and tosses it aside.
he doesnât waste another second before wrapping his arms back around you and pulling you flush to his chest. the shivers are still there but softer it's now. your breathing evens out and slowly, the tension leaves your frame.
heeseung tightens his hold and rest his chin lightly against the top of your damp hair. the storm rages outside but in this cramped little shelter, the cold feels a little less unbearable.
the rain just keeps pouring, no sign of stopping anytime soon. every couple of minutes, thunder rolls through the sky and rattling the thin wooden walls of your pathetic excuse of a shelter. itâs been an hour already and you're still stuck here and unfortunately stuck with each other.
heeseung sits cross-legged on the floor, his bag thrown open in front of him as he digs through the mess inside. he looks over your soggy papers, the ink all smudged into nonsense. his jaw tightens as he pulls out another handful, only for them to rip apart in his hands.
âshit,â he mutters under his breath, shaking the mess before sighing sharply. every single one of your reports are gone, just like that. he runs a hand through his damp hair, clearly frustrated, before tossing the papers aside.
from the tiny bed in the corner, you just⊠watch him. you havenât moved much in the past hour, only shifting every now and then to get a bit more comfortable. the worst of the cold is over, your face is not pale anymore and your breathing is back to normal. you feel okay physically. mentally though? whole other story.
because heeseung hugged you. hugged you. shirtless.
and the absolute worst part? you let him.
the thought alone makes your stomach twist with secondhand embarrassment for yourself. out of everyone, it had to be lee heeseung, the guy you always argue with. yet heeseung was the one who kept you warm and pressed your bodies together. god, just thinking about it is so fucking embarrassing.
you stare at him little too long. heâs still shirtless, shoulders hunched forward while he stares at your ruined reports, his face is clearly annoyed.
and of course, heeseung feels the stare. he suddenly looks up. âwhat?â his tone is blunt as he raise a brow.
you blink then frown. âwhy are you still shirtless?â
heeseung just stares at you like you asked the dumbest question in existence. âseriously? thatâs your concern right now?"
you scowl as you cross your arms. "my concern is that i might throw up if I keep seeing you like that." you groan a little as you push yourself upright.
heeseung rolls his eyes. âoh, iâm sooo sorry for offending your delicate eyes,â he says in mockery. âbut in case you forgot, i just spent the last hour making sure your ungrateful ass didnât freeze to death. maybe a âthank youâ would make more sense than all this whining.â
you glare. âi didnât ask for your help.â
heeseung lets out a bitter laugh. "right. you would've rather turned into an icicle. genius plan."
you ignore the jab as you glare at him even more. âwhatever. just put your damn shirt back on already.â
heeseung folds his arms over his bare chest, looking way too smug. âwhy? is it distracting you?â
you scoff. "donât flatter yourself."
that only makes heeseung smirk and he takes a step forward. âthen stop looking.â
your jaw tightens. âiâm not looking.â your tone is sharp, but the way your teeth grind together completely gives you away. heeseung's being extra on purpose and itâs driving you insane.
a low chuckle slips from heeseung. âoh, so you just happened to stare at me for fun?â
you huff, narrowing your eyes. âmaybe i was making sure you werenât plotting how to get us even more lost.â
heeseung scoffs then leans in just close enough to make you tense. "right, because i wanted to be stuck in a storm with you." his voice drops. "believe me, if i had a choice, iâd be anywhere but here."
you shoot back instantly. "glad we agree on something.â
heeseung lets out an exhale through his nose like heâs seriously hanging onto the last of his patience. âthen stop acting like iâm the problem here. you were the one trembling in my arms like a damn kittenââ
âshut the fuck up.â you cut him off fast, your face going red all the way to your ears.
heeseung's grin spreads instantly. âwhat? you embarrassed?â
you glare daggers at him which only makes heeseung smirk even wider, clearly enjoying himself.
âno,â you hiss defensively. âi just donât feel like reliving the nightmare of being pressed against you.â
heeseung bursts out laughing. âright. sure.â
you groan and turn away in irritation. if there was anything worse than this storm, it was being stuck in it with lee heeseung.
but of course, heeseung canât leave it alone. he leans in again, close enough that his breath brushes across your cheek. âcouldâve fooled me,â he says, low and smug. âyou clung to me like your life depended on it.â
you nearly combust. âi was freezing! that was survival, dumbass!â
heeseung's smirk just deepens. âyeah? then why are you still this worked up?â
you scoff, rolling your eyes hard. âyou wish i was.â
âoh, i donât need to wish,â heeseung says as he tilts his head slightly with an insufferable grin. âi know you are.â
you clench your fists so tight your knuckles ache while your fingers are twitching with the urge to just punch heeseung right in his smug face. just because he helped you earlier doesnât mean he gets to act like this. hovering and throwing out nonsense like heâs the cleverest person alive. you glare at him sharply, ready to spit out another insult.
but then your gaze betrays you.
for a split second, your eyes flick downward. itâs quick, but itâs enough.
heeseung's fit. too damn fit. his torso is toned, muscles lean but makes it obvious he hit the gym regularly. his skinâs a bit tan, and the sight just makes your throat tighten. the realization hits you hard you almost choke. were you actually⊠checking him out?
fuck.
your throat goes dry and before you can compose yourself, heeseung moves.
he steps forward and braced his arms on the bed at either side of your waist, effectively caging you in. his grin is infuriating and his voice is low. âwhat? you find me attractive? that thought ever cross your mind?â
you freeze as heat rushes to your face. you scowl hard, forcing your voice to steady. ânot even once,â you spit.
heeseung hums with that smug little smirk tugging at his lips as his gaze flicks down on your lips. âthen why,â he drawls, âare you breathing so hard?â
you instantly tense. âshut up.â
heeseung tilts his head. âohhh, did i hit a nerve?â
âyou are so fuckingââ you start but you donât get the chance to finish. heeseung leans in even closer and your faces are now only a few inches apart.
âwhat?â heeseung murmurs, voice soft but teasing at the same time. âannoying? infuriating? or maybeâŠâ his grin deepens, ââŠmaking you think things you donât wanna admit?â
you suck in a shaky breath, âyouâre delusional.â
heeseung's grin only widens. âthen prove me wrong.â his eyes locked on you like heâs testing you and pushing you right up to the edge.
you glare back, fists clenched and your teeth grinding together. âfuck you.â
instead of being offended, heeseung just chuckles and leans in so close that his breath ghosts over your lips.Â
âtry me.â
and thatâs it. the last bit of restraint snaps.
you grab him by the nape and yank him forward, crashing your mouths together in a rough kiss. heeseung doesnât even resist, instead, he meets you with equal force, hands sliding to grip your waist and his fingers digging in possessively like he wants to leave marks on you.
the cold storm outside is forgotten. all thatâs left is your teeth clashing, tongues battling, and the tension exploding into something you canât hold back anymore.
âi fucking hate you so much,â you mutter between gasps, your voice shaky and full of frustration, though your lips refuse to stop moving against heeseung's.
heeseung just smirks into the kiss like heâs enjoying every second of your denial before sliding his tongue right back into your mouth. the kiss gets messier and more desperate, and neither of you even think about stopping.
your heart is pounding like itâs trying to escape your chest with your back pressed against the cheap mattress while heeseung hovers above you. every kiss feels hungrier, like he's stealing whatever breath you have left.
your fingers tangle tight in heeseung's hair as you tug him closer. you shiver when heeseung's hand sneaks underneath your shirt, the warmth of his palm a shocking contrast to the damp fabric sticking to your skin. his fingers trail slowly across your stomach teasingly until they find one of your nipples and pinch just enough to make you gasp.
the other hand doesnât stay idle either. heeseung drags it up your thigh while his rough fingertips brush over your sensitive skin before he grabs your ass and squeezes it firmly. the sound that slips from your throat is muffled by your kiss but it only spurs heeseung on, his hand sliding past the waistband of your denim shorts with no hesitation.
you let out a shaky whimper when heeseung's mouth moves down to your neck, lips finding that spot that makes you jolt. he sucks hard until a bruise form. you hiss at the sting but instead of stopping him, your nails just dig deeper into heeseung's scalp.
ây-you fucking pervert,â you stammer out.
heeseung just chuckles, the sound rumbling low against your skin. âyeah? you love it,â he murmurs, his hot breath tickling before he dives right back in.
his mouth latches onto one of your nipples while tongue flicks at the hardened bud before he tugs it lightly with his teeth. you gasp, your body betraying you as your hips jerk up on their own. heeseung doesnât let up, he slides over to the other nipple and gives it the same teasing attention, sucking and biting just enough to make you squirm beneath him.
your moans slip out louder now, unable to process the fact that the person you hate the most is the one sucking your nipples hard, and when heeseung finally pulls back, he grins as he stares at the marks heâs leaving behind.
you feel breathless, not from the effort but from the humiliation. your chest rises and falls too quickly, your skin hot and flushed, scattered with red kisses and love bites.
âfuckâŠâ heeseung laughs low while his hands rests lazily on your thighs. âyou whining like a bitch isnât so bad after all. i could get used to hearing this.â
you glare through the haze of shame, your jaw clenched even as you struggle to breathe evenly. âfuck youâŠâ you pant out.
that only makes heeseung's smirk even more. âoh, i will, pretty,â he shoots back as his fingers slides up higher on your thighs. he dips down without hesitation and press another rough kiss to your lips. his tongue pushes past inside as if claiming your mouth like it belongs to him.
you fist his hair tighter and yank hard enough that heeseung's scalp must sting but the bastard doesnât even flinch. if anything, it drives him on. your kisses turn rougher and every time you let out a whimper, it only fuels him even more.Â
when heeseung finally pulls away, he leans in close and murmurs. âbend over, babe. let me eat you out.â
your eyes go wide, your brows pulling together in disbelief. but no matter how hard you try to keep your cool, the flush spreading across your cheeks gives you away.
heeseung notices, of course. he always does. a low chuckle slips past his lips as he stares you down without even touching you. âwhat? donât wait for me to force it on you,â he teases.
then comes the command. âass up.â
your breath hitches hard. the audacity makes your brain scream but your body⊠your body doesnât listen. damn it, you donât even know why it turns you on so much. or maybe you do... because heeseung looks so fucking hot right now. the confidence, the arrogance, the way he throws around degrading orders like he owns you. you should be pissed. you should push back.
but instead, heat rushes through you, flooding your every nerve.
without a word, you flip over as your stomach presses into the mattress. you give in, body trembling as you set yourself up.
when you dare a quick look back, heeseung's eyes are hungry and that makes your heart race even faster.
you lie flat on your stomach while your cheek squished against the mattress. your legs twitch a little and you can feel heeseung's warmth hovering right behind you.
heeseung doesnât rush. he drags it out, eyes fixed on the curve of your ass and tracing every dip like heâs memorizing it. he leans down and presses a kiss to your shoulder, then lets his lips brush your ear. âgood girl,â he murmurs.
the praise hits differently and it sends a rush of warmth through your chest.
then comes the fabric peeling away as heeseung tugs down your denim shorts. the damp material clings before sliding off and cool air washes over you. you shiver and a needy moan slips out before you can bite it back.
heeseung smirks as he spreads your cheeks apart, taking his sweet time staring at your tight entrance right below. he leans in closer and you immediately squirm, already restless. then, without a single warning, heeseung flicks his tongue over your cunt before pushing it inside.
âmmmâfuck!â you gasp, your whole body jolting.
the whimpers spill out of you quick while heeseung works you open with his tongue. heâs relentlessly diving in and out while lapping it like heâs savoring every little twitch. every stroke sends sparks running through your body, making you push back helplessly against heeseung's face.
heeseung's hands grip down on your hips to hold you exactly where he wants you. he licks deeper, his tongue pressing and curling in ways that make you clench around it. your fingers dig into the mattress, scrambling for grip as you fight the urge to just reach back and shove heeseung's head closer.
every second feels torturous as heeseung takes his time. his tongue moves in slow circles as he teases every sensitive spot before switching to a quick thrusts. your body trembles hard, your whimpers coming fast.
âahâhnng⊠h-heeseung!â you choke out.
heeseung didn't need any further encouragement. he only chuckles against you as he buries his face deeper, tongue working harder until your legs are shaking uncontrollably.
you feel heeseung's breath ghosting over your skin and it only makes the sensation sharper when a finger suddenly slides inside you. your lips part as you try to protest, though it comes out sounding desperate. ât-too much, pleaseââ you moan.
heeseung just tightens his grip on your hips, holding you down firmly while picking up the pace. his tongue pushes in deeper and at the same time he shoves another finger in, stretching you open. you whine as your body shudders hard each time heeseung hits that sweet spot inside that makes your vision blur. every thrust of fingers and every swirl of tongue is so overwhelming until you canât think of anything else at all.
when heeseung slides in a third finger, you whimper loud. âw-waitââÂ
heeseung ignores it completely, burying himself deeper and swirling his tongue as his fingers drive in and out roughly. the sensations is too much yet not enough.Â
âheeseungâahhh!â you cry out.
but heeseung is relentless. he only goes harder as he curls his fingers deep and lapping at you until you are trembling pathetically.
and then it happens. with a loud cry, your whole body gives in, your muscles clenching and trembling as you finally come, spilling messily beneath you onto the mattress. heeseung pulls back just enough only to watch with a satisfied grin as you fall apart in front of him. the sight alone makes him hungry all over again.
you are wrecked, your chest rising and falling in uneven gasps. every muscle feels like jelly, your legs trembling so hard they can barely hold you up. you flop forward onto the mattress with a muffled groan, your arms giving out as exhaustion crashes over you. for a second, you almost think you can pass out right there and just let sleep drag you under. but of course, luck clearly isnât on your side tonight.
heeseung moves fast and the look in his eyes says everything. heâs nowhere near done. your heart drops as you're rolled onto your back and laid out flat like you're nothing but prey. heat rushes to your cheeks when heeseung leans over you.
âthink you can handle more?â heeseung teases.
you swallow, your voice shaky. âfuck⊠can you please slow down?â
heeseung lets out a low chuckle. âi donât think so, pretty,â he murmurs as he pushes his pants down in one swift motion. your eyes instantly go wide, your lips parting as you stare at whatâs revealed.
god damn. heeseung is huge... his cock standing tall and flushed at the tip, shamelessly hard. you gulp without even realizing it, your brain short-circuiting as you try to process whatâs about to happen. you want to look away but your eyes keep looking back, the sight alone is enough to make your pulse race.
heeseung notices, of course, and his smirk only widens. he spits into his palm and rubs himself slowly, making sure you watch every stroke. the hunger in his eyes doesnât waver for a second as he shifts closer and lining himself up at your entrance.
âw-wait,â you stammer nervously. âis that⊠gonna fit?â
leaning down, heeseung presses his lips near your ear. âweâll make it fit,â he whispers. and then he pushes forward, the thick tip nudging past and stretching you open.
your eyes shot wide open, your breath catching hard in your throat as the pressure builds inside you. it stings, but then heeseung lets out a guttural groan and that sound alone sends a shiver down your spine. your body reacts before your mind can catch up, your walls clenching tight around the intrusion even though you're still unsure if you can handle it.
heeseung doesnât rush. he pushes in slowly, inch by inch.Â
your nails scrape at the mattress, your knuckles white as your body tenses with every push forward. it hurts, but at the same time, thereâs pleasure weaving through the pain and leaving you dizzy. you bite down on your lower lip, muffling the sounds threatening to spill out until finally heeseung bottoms out and buried completely inside you.
for a moment, you both pause, heeseung holding still to watch every twitch of your expression as he adjusts. but then, with a low grunt, he starts moving relentlessly.
your hips lift off the bed to meet him instinctively as your body stretches at the sheer size of his dick.Â
your hands clutch at heeseung's shoulders, gripping it tight like theyâre your only anchor as you gets filled over and over again. your body gives you away completely, betraying how much you're losing yourself to the rhythm heeseung sets above you. and each movement reduces your vocabulary into gasps and whimpers.
heeseung leans down and catches your mouth in a messy kiss. itâs rough, all teeth and tongue, desperate like neither of you know how to slow down. his hips slam harder into yours and the sound of skin meeting skin echoes in time with the thunder outside. you're both panting, both struggling to breathe, but neither of you dare stop.
heeseung only gets rougher, pressing you deeper into the worn mattress. you squeeze your eyes shut as you grit your teeth hard, fingers fisting the thin sheet beneath you. then heeseung dips down and he growls, âyouâre gonna take every inch of me... fuck... and youâre gonna love it.â
you let out a sharp gasp but the sound gets swallowed instantly by the roar of thunder outside. the thrust is harsh, and completely unforgiving, pulling a cry from your throat before you even realize it.
âhnghhââ your eyes fly open as your back arches off the mattress. the sudden slam of heeseung's hips makes you feel completely stretched to the point of breaking but the shame only sends sparks racing through your veins.
heeseung laughs low as his gaze stays locked on your face. thereâs pure triumph in his eyes, drinking in every twitch and whimpers you let out. he snaps his hips harder, pounding his cock into you harshly that somehow syncs with the hammering rain against the cabinâs broken roof.
each time he pushed into you, he could feel your walls desperately clench around his hard dick. âh-hhnnghâh-heeseungâŠâ you whimper weakly that only pushes heeseung to go even further.
âwhatâs that, huh?â heeseung sneers as he digs his fingers into your hips, almost bruising it. âwant me to slow down?â he mocks, because he already knows the answer.
he didn't bother to wait for a reply. instead, he drives in harder and deeper, slamming his length forward until your moan rips out loud.
âahâhee, calm down, pleaââ your words cut off with another brutal thrust.Â
but heeseung shows no signs of stopping as he takes you again and again, slamming deep and making you feel every inch of his dick without mercy.
the storm outside just keeps getting worse, lightning flashing in perfect sync with the way heeseung's hips slam forward.Â
you canât hold your voice back anymore, your moans spilling out louder and needier with each thrust. âmmmââ you whine. âf-fuckâahh!â the sounds slip out desperately and you donât know if you want it to stop or never end.
heeseung's pace falters just enough to show how close he is, his breathing is uneven and his chest is heaving as he pushes harder. his entire focus is on your tight hole around him, the way you cling and tremble with every thrust.
âharder⊠please,â you whisper softly and it makes heeseung growl low, cursing under his breath as he slams into you even harder. the mattress rattles like it might break.
a few more brutal thrusts, and you finally cum. your release crashing over you as you moan out hoarsely. but heeseung doesnât stop, heâs still chasing his own high as he pounds into you, his breath hot against your neck.
the storm hits its peak at the same time heeseung does, his orgasm ripping through him. he buries himself deep inside you, fingers digging hard into your hips as he groans out. his whole body shakes as he spills into you that leave both of you gasping.
after releasing all his load into you, heeseung slumps forward, chest heaving as he props himself on his elbows so he wonât completely crush you under his weight. you're both drenched in sweat, skin sticking, hearts hammering in the same frantic rhythm. the air is thick, not just with heat but with tension, the storm outside nothing compared to the storm still lingering between you.
your eyes lock for just a beat too long as the realization hits.
what the fuck just happened?Â
your head is spinning, your thoughts tangled up worse than the sheets. i hate him. i hate his stupid smug face. i hate the way he always knows exactly how to piss me off, how to crawl under my skin like a parasite. and yet here you are, stuck together, sweaty, breathing hard, the taste of your reckless hatred still in the air and carved all over your skin.
the real kicker? it doesnât even feel like a mistake. there wasnât hesitation, not even for a second.
heeseung, of course, doesnât look shaken at all. no, he looks annoyingly calm like he just won a game. that smug smirk is back, the one that makes you want to smack him except your arms feel like jelly. heeseung hovers above you, eyes dragging over you lazily and eating you up. when you shoot him his deadliest glare, it only makes the bastardâs smirk grow wider.
âwhat the fuck are you looking at, asshole?â you rasp, voice wrecked from all the noises you had been making earlier.
but heeseung doesnât answer right away. his gaze slides down, taking his time on raking over every flushed inch of your body. when his eyes land on your legs that is still trembling from the way heeseung ruined you, he licks his lips absentmindedly like heâs already thinking about doing it all over again.
and then he touches you.
his hand slides over your thigh slowly. then, with zero shame, he dips down and presses a soft kiss above your knee. the action makes you flinch.
âyou know what?â heeseung murmurs. âthese legs are gonna be the death of me.â
your face flares up in both anger and embarrassment. your whole body goes stiff as you blurt, âp-pervert!â the insult cracks embarrassingly in your throat, way less intimidating than you hoped.
heeseung just laughs as he has that irritating smirk plastered across his face. âyou seriously still have the nerve to act shy after what we just did?â he leans in close as his lips brush your ear, then he whispers teasingly. âwe literally just fucked, y/n.â
âyou donât have to remind me!â you snap back while shoving weakly at his chest, though the push barely moves him.
heeseung chuckles again. âyouâre the one who pounced on me first, y/n.â
that's the final straw. your glare sharpens, you're ready to spit fire or maybe even slap the smirk off his stupid face but before you get the chance, heeseung suddenly shifts and slides down to lie beside you. then, without hesitation, he snakes an arm around your waist and drags you in until your bodies are pressed together.
your breath hitches. you freeze. âh-hey⊠what the hell do you think youâre doing?â your voice wobbles.
âiâm tired,â heeseung mumbles into the crook of your neck. âiâm gonna sleep.â
you try wriggling free but heeseung just traps you in. âdo you really need to hug me like this? just so you know, i still hate you,â you mutter, cheeks hot.
a soft hum vibrates against your skin. âi know,â heeseung replies and pulls you closer. âand i feel the same way.â
no offense but what is it w so many newer enhypen writers genuinely using generative ai on so much of their work? whatever happened to ⊠idk ⊠using ur own brain ? đ
i am not reading anything that wasnât written with human blood sweat and tears! if i donât think you put your heart into what you wrote i will not read it!!!!!
please do not scroll, this is a very important message that ALL ENGENES must do if we want heeseung back.
as most of you might know, heeseung has "decided" to leave the group to focus on his solo career. BUT, this is not true.
heeseung DID NOT decide to leave the group, he was forced to. he was apparently seen crying and "crashing out" in a hybe hallway which CLEARLY shows it was not his decision. to add on, just a few days ago he was speaking about the world tour coming up, and participating in activities and events LIKE NORMAL. it was be so weird just for him to leave like that.
ENGENE, we are a team. we can bring heeseung back. for example, MARK FROM NCT. he left the group exactly like this but came back due to the FANS PROTESTS. WE CAN DO THIS FOR HEESEUNG ASWELL! PLEASE DO THIS SO OUR HEE CAN COME BACK.
THIS IS NOT FAIR! OTHER ARTISTS LIKE: YEJI FROM ITZY, TWICE MEMBERS, TXT MEMBERS, BTS MEMBERS AND MANY MORE ARTISTS ARE ALLOWED TO PURSUE THEIR SOLO CAREER WHILE BEING IN A GROUP. BUT NOT HEESEUNG??
we all call for heeseung's return while ALLOWING HIM THE FREEDOM TO PURSUE HIS SOLO CAREER.
WHAT CAN WE DO TO HELP HEESEUNG AND ENHYPEN? please read below.
hi guys, i redownloaded tumblr again just to make this statement but heeseung leaving enhypen has caught many of us off gaurd. i think everyone is devasted by this and yes i know everyone is thinking about a future with enhypen as six and honestly I donât want that either.
i came here to spread awareness about what we could do as a fandom. please refer to this thread first of all.
link one â HEESEUNG did not make the decision to leaveâhe was kicked out of ENHYPEN.
this shows everything that adds up to heeseungs departure if anyone was also fishy about his sudden announcement like me. honestly, it makes sense.
but now that we are aware, what can we as engenes do? thankfully, twitter engenes made a thread of everything we could do from our side to fully support heeseung and bring him back.
link two â things you can do to help enhypen
sign the petition.
link three â template to email journalists about the situation.
link four â guidance on calling / faxing hybes investment companies !
link five â i found this account very helpful with keeping up with updates and finding out ways to help enhypen.
please sign the petitions ( as to my knowledge, we already have just over 500k ), rich engenes donate if you can. and most of all, do not stop talking about it.
this is genuinely the least we can do and itâs heartbreaking to me that we have to take action when their shitty company canât do jack.
reblog this post, share it, do anything you can to raise awareness because this isnât a simple decision you make, this is injustice.
