bf!heeseung who will absolutely fall asleep between your thighs. with no shame, too, mind you. he’s just always so eepy!! eating you out lulls him right to bed lolol
bf!heeseung who gladly lets you do whatever you want to him. ride his face, grind against his thigh, fuck his fingers, dryhump his cock, etc. just take what you need! he’s happy to please ^^
bf!heeseung who loves your tits. doesn’t matter how big or small they are. he loves them regardless! something about the way the fat spills between his fingers when he kneads them leaves his mouth watering. &&& play with his hair while he sucks on your tits and you’ll have him whining and humping the bed beneath him in minutes.
bf!heeseung who came so hard the first time you cried during sex. he def felt sooo bad and wrong about it :( but the way your mascara ran down your puffy cheeks while you sniffled and reassured him got him hard all over again.
bf!heeseung who has god knows how many videos of you two fucking on his phone. some are short; you jerking and sucking him off, him fucking your tits and cumming on your face. some are long; the two of you fucking like bunnies on the couch, on his bed, on your bed, on hotel beds. hell, he even has one of you two fucking in the living room of his old shared dorm. he needs material for when he’s away, okay!
bf!heeseung who randomly sends you said videos attached to the neediest, sappiest text you’ve ever seen as if he didn’t just send you a literal sextape.
bf!heeseung who’s surprisingly shy about sending nudes at first. i only say surprisingly because he sends the nastiest sexts when he needs you. but don’t worry, expect 5 minute long videos of him jerking off and whining your name once he’s warmed up :)
bf!heeseung who takes his time marking up your neck just for you to cover them up when you go out. he pouts and sulks like a child when you do so, btw.
bf!heeseung who gives the best aftercare. he always makes sure you’re hydrated and cleaned up! whether that be wiping you down with a warm, wet rag or running you a warm bubble bath. regardless, he’s helping you to the bathroom anyways to go pee. he’ll even turn around if you want him to. only when you’re tucked in and sound asleep does he feel comfortable enough knocking out on top of you.
hihi i’m back. i got a lil carried away but once again lmk if anyone wants me to expand on any <3
“engenes trying to censor people is so funny like none of these fics are hurting you genuinely. do you wake up and start sobbing because user iloveenha wrote a noncon fic ” well when you’re a victim yes!! thanks to bring back memory!! thanks to get off on this!
“don’t read if you don’t like it”—that’s not the problem!! the problem is knowing that you’re jerking off to this while people almost killed themselves, and you’re romanticizing it. and unfortunately, when you post this under #enhypen smut #enhypen, of course we’re going to stumble upon it, you bunch of assholes.
ib this. tiktok. cos genuinely i wouldnt recover. mdni. nsfw. dom jw. short. not proofread.
"i know.. baby, i know." his moans struggle to be kept in when you're whining and whimpering under his hold.
jungwon has you, fingers locked onto your neck, the other playing with you swollen clit. "fuck!" you cry, feeling his girth stretch you from the side. jungwon continues to wreck you, now groping your cute tits as they shake out of your lingerie, peeling off from the way he so needily fucks into you.
"today was so fucking-" he holds your thighs apart, pushing his cock deeper into your core, "-annoying." pinching your waist, it fades to blush. "hate how far away we were from each other.." he murmurs in your ear- your lips salivating at the way he speaks to you. "don't wear panties next time." "stop fucking bending over next time." "don't talk to him next time." fuck, he was destroying you with every whisper and inch.
"won!" you moan, feeling your high. jungwon doesn't care about your orgasm right now, he wants his. he wants to tease you. feel you tremble and submit. especially when all you did was ignore him today. "wonnie-" he fucks you harder, bringing his arm up again to latch onto your nape. "wonnie, please-" "shut the fuck up."
the urgency and venom in his voice had you wetter by the second, tears pooling at your clit being rubbed and your pussy being fucked, all your creamy goodness are being sploshed around the base of jungwon's cock, making puddles and music to his ears.
"baby-" you cry, tears rimming at your eyes as you look up at him. jungwon, crossed brows and tense jaw- falters at your sour cry, hearing him hiss under his tongue and his brow twitch, you knew what it did to him. he's gonna cum any minute.
your tears run down your cheeks, collapsing on your cute breasts while he slowly rams his hard member into your gummy walls.
jungwon takes your neck to his lips, kissing from your jaw to your chin, before licking a long strip to your eyes where the tears had fell. he licked your face with your mouth agape, shaking, trembling- whimpering; all while squirming over his dick like a good girl.
"sorry bout that, baby." he casually says, before pushing deeper and rougher into you, fucking you faster before you could even reply. "that's my good baby. such a good fucking baby." he slaps your ass, pushing his cock deep to fill you with his cum that you let him into, groping your cheeks until the cum spilt out like milk, over the sheets and over his balls.
jungwon didn't return to his normal, cheery self that night- he wanted more of you, especially with that begging act you did before- he was hungry. he didn't like the way he loves seeing you as a crying mess. "next time you cry i'll spit on your cute face, baby. no sorries."
If you're taking requests could you pls write about Jake's nose. Like maybe reader wanting to ride his nose for so long but she can't directly say it to his face cause she's shy but then one day she blurts it out and Jake's like all turned on and ready to please her?? 🫢
LONG RIDE
jake knew why you liked big noses. he just wanted you to say it.
bsf jake x reader. face riding cmon yall. smut! mdni! body worship and praise. jake is such a menace. munch agenda. short n sweet.
"that's soo fucking weird!" jay points out, "i've never had a girl say she'd wanna ride my nose." your tipsy group of friends simmer into disputes, stating their own arguments. it all started when everyone stated stating their weird bodily attractions in a circle. you said you liked big noses, both for the form and it's function. your girls were validating you, the guys were grimacing. "okay but imagine it though-" jake chokes, "she gets off to you. on you." there was crickets for a while before laughter. "-or maybe you don't have the shape-"
jake's eyes flicker to yours, you dared to not look back. especially when he's the reason why you've come to this conclusion.
“you guys are so- fucking unserious,” sunghoon says flatly, trying not to laugh. the night thins after, and almost everyone had left your apartment. almost. everyone. there was still a figure, picking up bottles on your balcony while you cleaned dishes under the warm light and faint rnb. you didn't want to focus on whatever vibes he's weirdly picked up from you. you can tell. and you hate the way how he can see through you. the way you look away after you catch him staring into the mirror, outlining the peak of his nose bridge. the way he snuggled his nose-tip into your collarbone when reaching over for more food. embarrassing. and now you can't even fucking face him.
you try to feel busy, be busy, act like fluffing your pillows on the couch were necessary. until-
a small nudge to your hip.
you peek. jake. of course. bowed next to you with a dumb little smile. it’s always that smile. the i-know-you-too-well one. the one that’s gotten you into too many 2am snack runs and “just one drink” nights. he taps your knee. “wanna go upstairs?” you narrow your eyes. “why.” “‘cause i brought my projector. and if i watch a movie in that living room i’ll get sleepy. you know how i am.” "and my bed doesn't make you sleepy?" "nope!"
you sigh. dramatic. “fine. but if you try to bring up the nose thing-"
“would never.”
embarrassing. you follow jake up to your own room anyway. because you always do. always have. always will. the two of you sit atop of your bed, metal frame creaking as jake spreads his legs for you to sit in between, his chest hugging your frame as the projector flickers to a dumb youtube video. neither of you say a word. long deep sighs and the clearing of throats when ads roll through. you can feel him waiting. ticking, fidgeting while he scrolls through reels- sighing when you adjust yourself. you feel yourself get antsy. like the elephant is waiting to be adressed and you're still denying it;
so you finally blurt it. halfly.
“okay when everyone pressured me and i looked at you i didn't mean- like-i mean, like, you have a nice nose. and you always knew i though that. but like- fuck! please don't tease about it. but like. i mean i-"
"who did you think about?"
"what?" you turn around to face him properly, hands either side of his thighs. the projector lights flicker on his face as his eyelashes bat low to meet yours. "what do you mean?" you ask again.
"i don't care if you like noses. what i care about is when you said it, who-" he looks up, sighing a lil in frustration. "never mind."
'never mind'. whenever jake says that or dismisses it, he only means for you to finish his sentence. you fumble, you avert eyes, you clear your throat. you feel the heat, looking down at your hands.
"you."
jake halts. "you- what?"
"i think about riding you. your nose. you." you mumble so clear to his ears. your tummy flips, and you clench your thighs so embarrassingly stupid you slam your face into your palms. "for how long?" he blurts, biting his cheek while his hands creep up to your sides. "how fucking long have you been thinking like that? about me? y/n. don't fucking play-"
"since forever. holy shit-" you blurt, pushing him away, "i-i'm so sorry jakey i don't wanna be a weirdo but-"
"a weirdo? did you fucking hear me defend you from jay?-" "i thought you were just egging me on-" "i've been fucking WAITING for you to say it."
jake reaches for your waist, turning and pushing you against the headboard. the projector was blurred nonsense in the background as his body lowers to meet you, dominating, peering. "say it again. say you want to ride my nose. i'll fucking give you everything you ever wanted, baby."
"don't call me that, yunie.."
"i can fucking call you whatever i want." he's mean. a new found confidence lies under his smug grin when he forcefully plops you onto his lap. he even had the audacity to shrug off your cardigan to reveal your plush pyjamas that tightly wrapped around you. "say it, baby."
you look away from him, and in that moment, he lowers his face down, trying to catch your shy eyes while his nose grazes your cheeks, your jaw and your lips. "c'mon baby, say it," he whispers desperately. "please.."
you look at him, blush creeping onto your cheeks. you feel his length against your ass, the throb of his member tying in with the shit-eating grin of cockiness to ever exist.
"i-i wanna ride your nose," you mumble into his ear,
"please.."
". . ."
the confession was enough for him to shuffle his body flat on the bed and palm your bottoms, and your begging made it worse. he growls, literally growls and gropes your tits until you gasp. "sorry y/n, literally just fucking sit on me i-- please-" his mouth agapes when he sees your cute brows twist up while he pants with desperation.
"i wanna make you cum on my fucking face."
"fuck!" you cry, feeling your panty slicken as he dry humps your core through your frilly undergarments. he can't hide it. the way he's smiling through his bitten lips and creased brows. he can't fucking hide it the way he's been wanting it. "mm. fuck- y/n." he groans, "so wet, all for me." you knew jake was a fucking pervert, you felt his eyes only on you way before you began to deny it. you squirm under his touch, still anchoring on his lap while a finger catches your slick to lick.
"jakey..." you whimper, and he melts, cock still hard, now irritated. he clamps you down until the zip goes undone on itself from him rubbing you on his crotch. "s-wanna make your dreams come true." he grottles. "baby. please. fuck- just." he mutters.
"sit on me." he begs.
and so you do, lowering down slowly still in your panties as he clamps you down himself, "sit." he begs, pushing your weight down onto him as you feel the vibrations of his moans against your core. his nose digs into your clit, rubbing against the fabric, rubbing against you as you slowly tilt your hips to grind on him. he slaps yours ass before ripping your panties to the side. "s-so eager.." you mumble, and he grips your thighs until you yelp in response. you're moaning through his fucking noises, his lips sloppy, slowly licking long strides against your folds while his nose catches your slick and rubs figures on your clit. "i-i'm sensitive! jakey-" "good." his muffled response got you twitching with ease, perky tits and hard nipples rubbing against the headboard as you look down at the view, his brows peaking out and creasing in the way that which you know, he's enjoying it.
your hips shift slightly rough, tentative, testingg the waters. the weight of his hands on your thighs doesn’t falter, digging into you, holding you just firm enough to remind you he’s still there, still sloppily exploring your folds before your own mouth. still looking at you like you’re some kind of divine miracle; like he’s been starving for years. you shiver. his breath fans across your skin, uneven and warm, and your fingers rest against his hair, tangling, tugging when he nudges deeper into your clit. he pauses, pressing the slightest kiss to the inside of your thigh and you gasp, not because it surprises you, but because of how gentle it is. like reverence. like a prayer. he looks at you as he stops, cock throbbing in his undone pants, hands unwaveringly still on your thighs as he gropes them, wanting more. waiting, for you to respond.
“jake,” you whisper, breathless, not knowing what you’re asking for. not knowing if you’re asking him to stop or to keep going or to never move again.
from beneath his lashes, cheeks flushed and lips parted, your tummy churns at the sight of his soft features pink and flustered, eyes eager and submitting at your body. you've never seen this perspective of him- and to feel it? so fucking hot your breathe unevens. even with the way his grip tightens, even with how wrecked his breathing sounds, even with how his eyes are glazed over like you’re the only thing he sees. “you’re doing so good." your chest tightens at your own words, and you try to breathe through it. you try to stay focused, but the room feels too hot, your head too light, and all you can feel is the press of his fucking mouth and the tremble in your own legs.
you then try to form a sentence. something. anything.
but all that slips out is a broken moan and his name again, breathier this time. more vulnerable. more undone when he pushes you off of him, landing you on your back as as towers over you. he peppers kisses on your stomach, and you see his face glisten under the projector lights, painted in your own clumsy wetness. he kisses your thighs, whispering filthy praises as he bites the side for a while. he lifts your thighs onto his shoulders, you pant. "fuck jake.. you're so hot."
he knows.
he hums at that, clearly pleased, clearly affected, and it sends a sensitive vibration through you that makes your thighs tighten instinctively around his shoulders. he doesn’t move. if anything, he pushes his rough tongue in further, lets himself sink into it. "been dreaming about this fucking pussy." he groans against your walls, his soft eyes tearing up at the side of his hands and lips kissing your beautiful core. "let me be yours, please. fuck."
“i'll be so good. let me fuck you, let me eat you. fuck! i’ve got you. i promise.” jake practically begs while he laps at you. you clench around his head, tugging onto his strands while he deliberately uses his bridge to rile up your swollen clit. your moans only power him, your hands move down to his cheeks, cupping him gently, and you tilt his face up. he looks dazed, wrecked, so far gone, and yet, completely focused on you.
the momentum starts to cave at a pace that makes you tremble, and jake's getting confident. way more confident.
you breathe in, eyes starting to sting at the corners from the intensity of it all, from the way he’s looking at you like you’re everything. like this moment is everything. you whimper.
“yunie-,” you say again, trembling. “i think i’m gonna-"
he nods like he already knows, like he’s been waiting for it, like he’s been holding himself back just to let you fall apart the way you need to. not rushed. not forced. he continues to lap onto you, through your shaky breaths and broken moans, your hips stuttering into his face while he precums into his briefs.
your fingers coil tighter in his hair. your back arches. and you let yourself break loud, you cum with a guttural moan that shakes your whole body to jerk up while sweet jake moans into your core, feeling your heat wash up against him. he continues to rub circles with his tongue, kissing the sides of your folds as you try to calm down. jake's hands left imprints on your thighs and waist, and he reclaims those mouldings again when you look at him like you've reached nirvana. "i just came. in- fuck- i just came in my pants." he slightly chuckles, breathless as you reach for his warmth.
quieter, jake kisses the inside of your thighs before reaching your chin. he tilts them to his face, and you see his nose, lips and chin glossy with your mess. he's awkward, smiling, pink and his eyes are pleading, hungry but, pleading. "can i get a kiss?"
"you let me sit on your nose, ride your face til i came in your mouth but you're shy to kiss me now?" "i just wanted to be romantic-" "you've kissed me so many times before-" "those are 'best friend kisses'-" "'best friend kisses' aren't real. you made that up nine years ago." "what about a 'boyfriend kiss'?" "..."
jake whines playfully, brows knitting as he nuzzles closer into your neck, kissing your jawline before he reaches your lips. he looks at them with thirst, looking back into your eyes. "i want my kiss.." and so you kiss him relentlessly, years of tension finally unsettling like the first wave of climax sent to shake down your body. you feel heat pool again when you straddle him, legs still a little firm to control. your slick panty gets thrown off to the side, and you strip your thin pyjamas, watching jake's eyes dart to your cute tits and flushed face.
"jakey," you pause, eyes daring to look up at him dangerously, "now let me ride your cock." you watch his brows spring up, smirk on display as he lowers down to kiss you, deep and rough. "that's my good girl. using her words."
The room was filled with those slick sounds you had grown to familiar with, the constant thumping against the wall.
Thump
Thump
The headrest steadily creating a deep dent into the wall, but you couldn’t seem to care right now. In fact you could care less. Not with the way Sunghoon was destroying you, his slender hands keeping you head down. Smothering you with the soft, tender sheets. Well it was once soft, a pristine cream. Untainted. But now? Black faint streaks decorated it haphazardly, painting the frantic scene right now.
“Mmmmm” you breathe out trying to collect your words, mouth open with an ‘O’. “Yeah, I know baby, I know” Sunghoon drawls out, his voice painting a faux sympathy. But you know he’s not sorry, he just couldn’t control himself.
When you had come into the room in nothing but his shirt and panties, he was already worked up by that scene alone. But the thing that drove him over the edge? Was that damn tattoo. It was only a glimpse he caught, when you reached for something he caught a glimpse of a fully healed tattoo, he thought he couldn’t make out the words. But when he caught the first few letters saying ‘Sung’ he knew what it was.
But he also knew he was gone for. And that’s how you ended up here, the fourth round with him. Maybe less, but probably more. You had lost count now, your mind hazy, the only thing it could think of was the thick veins pulsing inside of you as he mercilessly drove into you. His nails digging into your faint, but still visible dimples in your back.
That’s when he casted his eyes down, to really capture the view. Your back arched in a lazy dip, his fingers perfectly fitted into your indentations, your cheeks slapping back onto his pelvis. Ripples painting your skin with every harsh thrust, and that’s when he looked to your side. The thick letters spelling out ‘Sunghoon’ with his name rippling on your body. The sight causing him to moan further and this driving him to the edge.
His slender fingers already dipping down to rub on your puffed out clit, “cum for me baby, come on” he begged in your ear as you could only simply whine back. Your arched back now failing on crashing down on the mattress below, as you found release along with Sunghoon. Sunghoon stared down at your body as he watched the white goo ooze out of you seeping out of your cunt and onto your mattress. It surely ruining your matttress, and again Sunghoon wished he could be sorry. But when he scooped up the cum and smeared it along the tattoo on your flushed skin, he could already feel himself rising inside you again.
And he was sure there was more to be sorry about later.
your body was slick with sweat, basking you in your own tiredness. But your forehead was where most of the sweat was settling, thick droplets settling into your forehead wrinkles as you crinkle up your face. The drops cascading in between your brows and past your mouth as you whine helplessly.
Why you ask? Because Jake was ontop of you and you guys had been going at this for hours. Rounds ontop of rounds with this guy. His cock pulling out an orgasm out of you as he needily fucked the cum back into your walls. But he still wanted more and this is how you ended up here. Your whole body wet but in between your thighs were wetter.
Your cunt sensitive from the merciless thrusts from Jake. Your cum mixed with Jake's painting your skin and sticking onto it. The sheets below your drenched. Jake takes his somehow hard cock and guides it towards your hole again. Your legs locked against his thighs, he slapped himself against your folds.
The wet sounds echoing off the walls and bouncing back into your ears. You whine needily moaning his name like a hymm. You nails digging into his shoulders. His mouth curled up in a snarl from the pain that felt so good. But when he finally tries to push in...
It slips out.
Right past your hole, his cockhead nudging your clit as it fell against your thigh. He moans at the feeling and you are moaning right back from the sensitivity. He looks down. He sees a string of your wetness connecting with his cockhead like a soul tie. The image making him wany to cum for the 4th time this night.
It was filthy. Being this drenched, this fucked out. But both of you still wanted more from each other. Just one more. The desperation making you act quick, your fingers reach down. Your hands shaking, your movements unsynchronised. Your fingers are immediately met with that warm essence, your fingertips gripping Jake's sensitive warm cock. Mmm's and ahh's escaping him as he let you guide. You nudge his cock with your hole, your chest moving up and down in anticipation before you push him in.
And Jake meets you in the middle by thrusting in as soon as he is guided into your hole. You pull your hand back up to see with your hazy vision white smears on your palms. Your whole body jerks while Jake gets to work. Working in and out of you like he is possessed. You know you thought it was already so wet. But with Jake? He could always make you wetter.
where heeseung has to hold your hand whenever he’s gonna cum. it’s non-negotiable!! the feeling is just so overwhelming and he needs you to keep him grounded. and don’t even get him started on cumming inside you.
he finds himself subconsciously holding his breath, eyes screwed shut, and hands clenching onto the sheets beside your head. you notice and tap his wrist, signaling him to loosen up. interlocking hands, you remind him to breathe and let himself feel.
he’s already got you in missionary but he needs you closer. he can’t help it, the way you’re being so gentle and loving with him has him so so turned on :( this is all he’s ever wanted and he wants to give you everything, make you feel everything.
your grip on his hand tightens when he leans down, pushing some hair out of your face and kissing you sweetly. at least, this is what he considers sweet in his fucked out state. the kiss is wet and sloppy as he helplessly laps at your mouth, leaving you struggling to keep up.
his desperation grows, hiking your leg up and doubling down on his thrusts, plunging into you. he’s so deep but he’s whining that it’s “s’not enough” :( you’re not sure how to help such a lost cause, so you just lay there, letting him use you while you praise him.
“oh fuck, gonna cum..” he groans, squeezing your hand and pressing his forehead to yours. his face slips to squish his cheek up against the side of your face with a whine. “please say you’re close, too. can’t hold it”
you nod and squeeze his hand thrice in response, a silent ‘i love you’ that causes his hips to stutter as he spills inside you. your orgasm follows not long after, coating him in your sticky arousal. he’s practically spent as he continues to ride out his high, filling you up with ropes of his cum ^_^
can u tell i love his lil macbook photoshoot? ugh he’s too cute
bf!heeseung who can’t sleep without you, no matter how sleepy he is. whether it be you in his bed, limbs tangled up together, or even just on the phone so he can hear your soft breaths.
bf!heeseung who’s a sucker for any kind of skinship. he’s always touching you in some sort of capacity, and he always has to take it up a notch too. holding hands? he’s playing with your fingers and tracing small shapes on your palm. cuddling? best believe you guys are skin-to-skin with his hands all over you.
bf!heeseung who cannot stay still for the life of him. you guys are watching a movie? he’s bouncing his leg, changing positions 5 times, laying his head on your lap, sitting up to hold you, the list goes on. it’s always something with him!
bf!heeseung who seeks your approval in anything he does. he loves and cherishes you so much, of course your opinion matters to him!
bf!heeseung who sends you voice messages rambling about the most random things, going on and off track multiple times, and then later apologizes for doing so. to which you reassure him that you don’t mind. you love listening to him ^^
bf!heeseung who absolutely has to hold your hand whenever he’s gonna cum :( the feeling is just so overwhelming and he needs you to keep him grounded
bf!heeseung who loves to cum inside you AND at the same time!!! he says it helps him feel closer to you. isn’t he so sweet? </3
if anyone wants me to expand on any of these lmk!! don’t be shy bc i genuinely find this so fun ><
warnings: mdni! sexual content, dacryphilia, slight dumbification, obsessive love, gentle sex to rough sex, a lot of crying, condescending praise, slight degradation, passionate sex, p in v, unprotected sex (you already know), overstimulation, dom!heeseung.
note: this is a request ! i don’t know why i decided to do this one before all the other ones. i guess i just wanted to write for heeseung and that’s it 🙂↕️🙂↕️ enjoy !!
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it starts long before he ever lays a hand on you. it starts in the quiet moments where you are just watching him, feeling this terrifying ache in your chest because you realize you would let him completely ruin your life if he asked.
loving heeseung isn’t exactly gentle. it is a sickness, a suffocating obsession that swallowed you whole months ago until there was nothing left of you that didn't belong to him. you track the line of his jaw, the slow rise and fall of his chest when he sleeps, the exact tone of his voice when he calls you baby. every single detail feels like a weight pressing down on your lungs.
you don't just love him. you crave him with a desperation that makes you sick to your stomach. you want to pull him under your skin, to fuse your bones with his so there is no physical space left between you. it is terrifying how much power he has over you without even trying.
and heeseung knows it.
he sees the way your eyes track his every move, the way your breath hitches when he steps into your personal space, the way you practically vibrate with the need to be touched by him. he doesn't pull away from it — he feeds on it. he loves how utterly undone you are for him, how easily he can bring you to the edge with just a heavy glance or a lingering touch. he holds your entire world in his hands and squeezes just tight enough to make you ache, knowing you will only cling to him harder for it.
it is toxic in the sweetest, most inescapable way possible. you are so consumed by the sheer magnitude of what you feel that even when things are peaceful — when his arms are wrapped around your waist and his face is buried in your neck — you are on the verge of breaking. the love is simply too big, too heavy for your body to hold.
and that emotional weight — that sickening devotion — is exactly what bleeds into the way he takes you.
sex between you two was never just physical. it is always a total undoing. a desperate collision where neither of you can ever get deep enough, close enough, or fast enough to satisfy the hunger.
heeseung has learned every single trigger in your body, but more than that, he knows your mind. he knows that the second his hands press into your waist and his weight settles over you, the dam breaks. you cry almost every single time — not from sadness or pain, but because your body literally cannot contain the sheer volume of what you feel when he is touching you. the moment he looks into your eyes, dark and entirely focused on you, the first tear always spills over.
and heeseung is completely addicted to it.
he doesn't pull back when you cry, he thrives on it. the sight of your face flushed, wet with tears, whimpering just because he is loving you, turns him into something ravenous. he treats your tears like proof of your complete surrender. he will pause mid-thrust just to catch a wet trail down your cheek with his tongue, tasting the salt on your skin, whispering sweet, possessive things against your lips.
"look at what i do to you." he would murmur, his voice low and dark, drinking in the sound of your hitched breaths. "you’re so beautiful when you weep for me, y/n."
it is passionate to the point of being suffocating. every kiss feels like he is trying to steal the air straight out of your lungs, every roll of his hips a quiet demand for you to sink deeper into him. he takes his time pulling the tears out of you, worshipping the mess you become until you are sobbing his name into his neck, completely unravelled by his touch.
and tonight is no different.
the air in the bedroom feels thick, almost oppressive, heavy with the unsaid weight of everything you are keeping inside. the only light comes from the faint orange glow filtering through the blinds, casting dark shadows across the mattress where heeseung sits.
he is leaning back against the headboard, just looking at you. he hasn't even touched you yet, but his dark gaze is anchored to your face, tracking the slight tremble in your hands as you sit across from him on the bed.
you feel that familiar tug in your chest — the sickeningly sweet urge to crawl over and beg for his hands on you. your throat feels tight, eyes already burning with unshed tears just from the sheer force of him looking at you like you are the only thing that exists in his world.
he tilts his head, a knowing smirk pulling at the corner of his lips as he notices the faint sheen of wetness in your eyes before a single touch has even been exchanged.
"come here, y/n." he whispers, his voice low and raspy in the quiet room, extending a long-fingered hand toward you. "aw baby… are you already crying for me?"
you don't even hesitate. you crawl across the mattress on your hands and knees, your legs trembling so badly you almost lose your balance. the moment you reach him, heeseung’s long fingers wind around your wrist, tugging you gently up into his lap. you sink into him, burying your face in the crook of his neck, a quiet sob hitching in your throat before he has even slid a hand under your shirt.
"shhh, look at me." he murmurs, his hands warm against your waist as he tilts your chin up. his thumb strokes across your cheek, smearing the fresh tear line. "look at my girl. why are you crying, hmm? i haven't even touched you yet."
"heeseung..." you whimper, your brain completely misfiring. the way he looks at you — so heavy, so focused — makes every coherent thought melt right out of your head. you can't even remember what you wanted to say. all you know is his hands, his scent, his eyes.
"use your words, baby." he coaxes softly, his voice dripping with affection. he presses a melting kiss to the corner of your eye, tasting the salt on your lashes. "tell me what you want."
"i- i don't... i just need you." you stammer out, your voice small and ruined. your hands clutch uselessly at his shoulders, fingers knotting into the fabric of his shirt. "heeseung, please..."
he chuckles, a low rumble against your chest that makes you shiver. "you don't even know what you want? your brain is already turning to mush just looking at me, mmh?"
you nod frantically, resting your forehead against his jaw. "yes... yes, please, heeseung..."
"such a helpless mess for me." he whispers, kissing your cheek, your nose, the corner of your mouth. "i love when you get like this. so soft. so completely out of it."
he moves slowly, excruciatingly so. his hands trace the curve of your sides, pulling you closer until there isn't a single millimeter of air between your bodies. he captures your lips in a kiss that feels too deep — slow and lazy, stealing what little breath you have left.
every stroke of his tongue against yours makes your mind blur even further. you are practically melting in his lap, reduced to nothing but whines and pathetic little noises.
"heeseung, i love you... i love you so much." you sob against his lips, another wave of tears spilling down your cheeks.
"i know, baby." he mutters, pulling back just enough to look at your wrecked face. his eyes burn with a satisfied light as he traces your trembling lower lip with his thumb. "i know you do. you're so full of it, it's making you stupid, isn't it? you can't even think about anything else."
"no..." you whimper, shaking your head, your hands weakly squeezing his arms. "can't think..."
"good." he hums, pressing his forehead against yours, his breath hot against your face. "don't think. just feel me, y/n. just let me fill up your head until there's nothing else left."
he gently shifts you, guiding you back onto the mattress. he settles his weight over you, slow and deliberate, resting his body against yours with a grounding pressure. his hands bracket your head, fingers tangling in your hair as he gazes down at you with that suffocating intensity.
"look at me." he commands softly. you force your tear-blurred eyes open to meet his. "you're mine, right?" he asks, his thumb softly tracing your jawline down to your throat. "tell me who you belong to."
"you." you gasp out, a fresh sob bubbling up from your chest because of how much it hurts to love him this much. "you, heeseung... only you..."
"that's it." he whispers, leaning down to press a lingering kiss to your trembling lips. "that's my sweet girl. so empty, so pretty crying for me..."
he doesn't hurry to take off his clothes. instead, his long fingers slip under the hem of your shorts, sliding slowly up your inner thigh. the touch makes you shudder so hard your hips lift off the bed automatically, a soft gasp hitching in your throat.
"shhh, stay still for me." he murmurs, his thumb catching a slow tear that spills over your lash line. he brings his thumb to his lips, licking the wet salt off his skin right in front of you.
"heeseung..." you whimper, shaking your head against the pillow. your brain feels like thick syrup, completely bogged down by the heat in his eyes.
"tell me what's happening in that pretty little head." he coaxes, his hand finally reaching the soaked cotton of your underwear. he doesn't pull them down yet, he just presses his palm flat against your core, rubbing in slow circles over your wet fabric. "can you even hold a thought right now, baby?"
"no..." you sob, a high noise escaping your lips as the pressure makes your thighs twitch. "can't..."
"such a stupid girl for me." he praises condescendingly, a fond smirk pulling at his lips. "you get so dumb the second i touch you."
he hooks his fingers into the waistband of your shorts, dragging them down your legs along with your underwear, leaving you completely exposed under his hungry gaze. you try to bring your knees together out of reflex, but his broad hand immediately catches the inside of your thigh, pressing it firmly back down against the mattress.
"don't hide from me." he instructs softly, his voice leaving no room for argument. "i want to see how wet you get just crying for me."
his fingers slide down into your warmth, slicking two fingers in your wetness before sliding them agonizingly slow inside you. you arch off the bed instantly, a loud sob tearing from your throat as your hands frantically claw at his arms.
"oh, wow..." he hums, watching your face twist in overwhelmed pleasure. he curls his fingers inside you, hitting that sensitive spot until your vision goes completely blurry with tears. "you’re soaking wet just from loving me so much."
he leans down, taking his time to tongue away the heavy tears running down your jawline and neck while his hand keeps a relentless rhythm inside you. every curl of his fingers pulls another pathetic whine out of you, your body trembling so hard your muscles feel like liquid.
"heeseung- please, it's too much-" you cry out, hands weakly pulling at his shoulders.
"too much?" he hums against your wet cheek, sounding thoroughly amused. "we haven't even started, baby. you can't handle anything, can you?"
he slides his fingers out, leaving you cold and aching for a split second, before he shifts down between your thighs. you gasp, trying to lift your head, but he places a broad hand on your stomach, holding you firmly in place as he leans down and buries his face between your legs.
the first sweep of his warm tongue against your clit makes you scream softly, your legs locking up as shockwaves rush straight up your spine. he licks you slowly, lapping up your slick like you are something sweet he has been dying to taste all day.
"heeseung! no, heeseung- oh god-" you sob, thrashing weakly under his weight, but his hand on your stomach keeps you completely pinned.
he pulls back just for a second, his mouth slick and shining in the dim light. "shhh... quiet down, baby. let me taste how much you love me. open up for me."
he goes back in, his tongue working over your clit in long strokes while he slides two fingers back inside you, pumping them in a rhythm that drives you straight off the deep end. it is too much sensation — the heat of his mouth, the stretch of his fingers, the overwhelming weight of loving him so fiercely that it feels like your heart is bursting. tears pour endlessly down your face, soaking into the pillow under your head.
your brain completely shuts down. there are no words left, no thoughts, just the blinding white heat of overstimulation threatening to snap your nervous system in half. every stroke of his tongue pulls another sob, another desperate plea from your lips that you don't even realize you are making.
"that's it." he mumbles against your folds, his voice muffled and deep. "get all ruined for me."
he works you until you are whimpering softly, your hips helplessly bucking against his mouth, entirely overwhelmed and clinging to the edge of an unbearable peak. just as your body starts to coil tight enough to break, he slowly pulls his fingers out and drags his tongue up your center one last time before sliding back up your body.
he hovers over you, his mouth glistening, his eyes dark and entirely satisfied as he looks down at your wrecked face. you are practically hyperventilating, your chest heaving, tears streaming down into your ears.
"look at my pretty girl." he whispers, petting your damp hair back from your forehead. "fuck baby… i’m getting so hard from watching you cry."
"heeseung..." you sob weakly, reaching up with trembling hands to touch his face, your mind completely turned to mush. "please... please fill me up... i need you..."
"i know you do." he hums, kissing your crying lips, letting you taste yourself on his mouth. "i'm going to take such good care of my sweet girl."
he shifts between your knees, and for all his mocking composure earlier, his hands are shaking against your thighs. he is just as ruined by this as you are — completely undone by the sight of your wrecked face, the wet sheen on your skin, and the bottomless depth of how much you worship him. his chest heaves against yours, his dark eyes wide and unhinged, burning with a desperation that matches the fever in your own blood.
"y/n..." he breathes out, a desperate rasp that vibrates straight into your chest. "look at what you’re doing to me."
he lines his tip up against your swollen entrance. he doesn't just push in, he sinks into you with excruciating slowness, his throat catching on a ragged groan as your body stretches around him. you arch your back, a strangled sob tearing through your lips because your nervous system is already so completely fried, so overstimulated from his tongue and fingers, that the sudden fullness of him feels almost unbearable.
"heeseung-" you choke out, fresh tears spilling out in hot streams. "heeseung, please, it hurts- i love you so much-"
"i love you too, baby." he stammers against your lips, kissing you with a frantic sweet intensity, drinking down your sobs like a dying man. his long fingers tangle into your hair, holding your head still as he slow rolls his hips, pushing all the way inside until there isn't a single breath of space left between you. "it hurts me too. it fucking kills me how much i love you."
he pauses deep inside you, buried to the hilt, just trembling against your body. his face drops into the crook of your neck, his mouth hot and wet against your skin as he keeps licking up every stray tear that trickles down your jawline. he is addicted to the salt, addicted to the sound of your whimpers, completely intoxicated by how easily he can turn your brain into complete white noise.
"you're so soft." he murmurs, his tone shifting into that condescending purr even while his own voice shakes with need. "such a stupid girl for me... look at how your mind just completely shuts off the second i put myself inside you. can you give me one single thought?"
"no... can't..." you whimper, clutching at the broad line of his back, your fingers digging into his warm skin like you are trying to anchor yourself in a storm. "just... just you..."
"mmh." he whispers, a dark smile pressing against your skin as he begins a slow, deep rhythm. every push is languid, thick, and heavy, making your hips twitch helplessly beneath him. "nothing in that pretty little head except me."
he pulls almost all the way out, letting you feel the cold void of his absence for a fleeting second, before sinking back in.
"heeseung, please- i'm dying, please-"
"you're not dying, sweet girl." he hums, his tone dripping with patronizing affection as his thumb reaches up to gently trace your wet lower lip. "you're just drowning in how much you love me."
he leans up, pinning your wrists to the mattress beside your head, his knuckles white with the force of his grip. his face is flushed, his dark eyes locked onto yours with a terrifyingly sharp devotion. he is breathing so heavily his chest slams against yours with every thrust, matching your frantic heartbeat.
"i need you to look at me while you cry." he commands, his voice dropping an octave, raspy and dark. "let me watch you fall apart. let me see how stupid i make you."
you force your tear-stained eyes open, your vision blurred and swimming with salt, but all you can see is him. heeseung. the center of your universe, the sickness swallowing you whole. a fresh sob bubbles up, racking your whole frame as he rolls his hips deep into that sensitive spot inside you.
"that's my girl." he groans, his own composure snapping just a little more as he sees the raw devotion in your eyes. "cry harder for me, y/n. show me how completely i've ruined you."
but even through the hazy fog of your overstimulated brain, you can feel the rigid tension vibrating through his entire frame. you can feel the way his thighs are locked, the way the muscles in his arms are straining against the mattress to keep from crushing you. he is holding back. even with his eyes looking so unhinged, so violently consumed by you, he is gripping your wrists to anchor himself, forcing his hips to maintain that torturously measured rhythm because he thinks you will break.
you look up at him through the heavy blur of tears, your chest heaving so violently it hurts. you don't want his restraint. you don't want him to be careful with you when your whole soul is screaming to be completely consumed by him.
"heeseung..." you choke out, your voice cracking on a pathetic sob. you twist your wrists in his grip, wanting him to feel how desperately you are chasing his touch. "don't... don't hold back. please. you can be rough... ruin me, heeseung. please."
he freezes for a fraction of a second, his breath hitching so sharply it sounds like a gasp. his dark eyes lock onto yours, wide and completely feral, his jaw clenching so hard the muscle feathers under his skin.
"rough?" he rasps out, his voice dropping into something terrifyingly dark, completely stripped of that gentle warmth. "baby, you're already crying like a fucking baby just from me moving slow."
"i don't care." you sob, your hips lifting off the bed in an uncoordinated tilt, begging for the fullness of him. "please... go harder... i want it. love me harder."
that is the final thread of his control snapping.
heeseung lets go of your wrists, his broad hands immediately flying down to your waist, his fingers digging so deep into your skin that it hurts. he drags his hips all the way back, pulling nearly completely out of your soaking warmth, before slamming back into you with punishing force.
a loud scream tears from your throat, completely muffled as heeseung drops his mouth onto yours, devouring the sound in a messy kiss. the pace snaps instantly. the agonizingly slow rolls are gone, replaced by a frantic rhythm that rattles right through your bones.
he drives into you hard and fast, his chest slamming against yours with a bruising weight. every single thrust forces a breathless sob from your chest, tears flooding out of your eyes so quickly they soak your entire face.
"fuck, y/n... look at you." he growls against your skin, his voice rough and breathless as he pulls back. his hair is completely messy, falling into his eyes, sweat dripping from his jaw onto your flushed chest. his composure is totally gone, replaced by a feral desperation. "you wanted this? you wanted me to fucking ruin you? look at how you're choking on it."
he hits you deep, hitting that breathless spot again and again until you are hyperventilating beneath him. his words get meaner, rougher, but the sheer passion in his voice is suffocating.
"you're so fucking tight. it’s ridiculous how good you feel." he pants, his hands sliding down to grip your thighs, pinning them wide against his hips as he rams into you without an ounce of mercy. "stretching you out so fucking deep... i'm going to make you lose your mind, y/n. you're mine. you don't belong to anyone else."
"heeseung- ah! heeseung, please-" you wail, your head shaking frantically against the pillow, your vision completely drowning in salt.
"i fucking love you." he snaps out, the words torn straight from his chest as he buries himself into you, making your whole body shudder. "i love you so much it makes me crazy, y/n. it fucking ruins me. tell me you love me too. sob it out for me, baby. let me hear how much you need me."
"i love you- i love you so much, heeseung, oh my god-" you scream out, your hands clawing blindly at his wet shoulders, completely overstimulated. the friction is blinding, your nervous system completely shorting out under the sheer speed and force of him. you can't think, you can't breathe, you are nothing but a shaking extension of his brutal rhythm.
"such a good little mess for me." he groans, a dark praise slipping from his lips as his rhythm gets even faster, meaner, pushing you straight over the edge. "cry harder for me, y/n. let me fuck you until you can't even remember your own name."
the words are barely out of his mouth before the final shift happens.
heeseung hitches your legs up high, pinning your knees almost to your chest to expose you completely, destroying any remaining distance between your bodies. the angle lets him drive in even deeper, bottoming out against you with an unrelenting speed that makes the bed creak violently against the wall. you are completely helpless under him, your hips forced to take every single bruising thrust.
"heeseung- i'm- i'm going to-" you scream out, your voice completely shattered, your fingers clawing weakly at the damp bedsheets as the white-hot tension inside you coils tight enough to snap.
"come for me, baby." he growls, his voice an unhinged command right against your ear. his breath is scorching hot, his chest soaking wet with sweat as it slams relentlessly into yours. "break for me. let me feel how much you fucking love me."
with one more brutal strike, your body completely gives out. the orgasm crashes over you like a tidal wave, violent and blinding. your internal muscles clamp down around his cock in tight waves, and a high-pitched sob tears from your throat. you weep hysterically, the sheer physical and emotional overload fracturing what little sanity you had left. your vision goes totally black, tears pouring down your temples and soaking into the mattress as you shake uncontrollably.
but heeseung doesn't stop.
he groans out loud, his eyes widening in feral pleasure as your body squeezes him. instead of slowing down to let you breathe, he locks his jaw and drives right through your climax, his rhythm getting even meaner.
"heeseung, please! stop- i came! it's too much-" you wail, thrashing your head from side to side, your voice entirely ruined. your nerve endings are raw, and every single hard thrust against your hyper-sensitive core feels like an electric shock straight to your brain. it's pure overstimulation, a sensation so intense it makes your stomach flip.
"i can't, y/n, fuck... i can't stop." he pants, his voice desperate, entirely swallowed by his own unhinged obsession. he grips your waist so tight his knuckles turn white, forcing himself deep inside your spasming warmth over and over again. "you feel too fucking good. i know you can give me one more, baby."
he leans down, pressing his face into the wet mess of your neck, his mouth open as he devours your frantic sobs. heeseung is completely unraveled, his own release chasing him down, driven insane by the way you are weeping beneath him.
"i love you." he chokes out, the words sounding almost like a confession of pain, raw with a devotion that borders on terrifying. "i love you so much, y/n. look at what you do to me. i'm going to fill you up so deep you'll never forget how much you belong to me."
"please- heeseung-" you whimper, completely dumbfounded by the pleasure, your brain turned useless as he continues to wreck your overstimulated body. you can't form a thought, you can't even process the physical sensation anymore — all you know is the suffocating weight of his body, the brutal rhythm of his hips, and the absolute certainty that you would let him ruin you like this forever.
every trace of his usual control is officially gone, melted away by the sound of your hysterical sobbing and the tight pulsing of your walls around him. he lets out a loud moan against your neck, a sound so raw and uninhibited it makes your stomach drop. he is not just taking you anymore, he is drowning in you, driving himself into your sensitive core with a blind desperation. he hitches your thighs up high, draping your trembling legs over his broad shoulders so your hips are tilted back at an agonizing angle, exposing the slick heat of your core completely to his dark gaze.
he plunges back in, a devastating stroke that bottoms out so deep you can feel the blunt stretch of him in your gut. the sound of wet skin clapping against skin is loud and frantic, keeping perfect time with the violent rattle of the headboard against the wall.
"fuck... ah, y/n..." he moans out, the sound deep and completely uninhibited, escaping his throat in rough gasps as he drives into you again. his thighs are shuddering against yours, his entire body throwing its weight into a punishing pace. "you're so fucking tight... god, it's so hot inside you."
"heeseung- ah! heeseung, please!" you scream out, your voice completely shattered, your fingers clawing weakly at the damp bedsheets. the relentless friction of his pelvis grinding hard against your swollen clit with every deep plunge sends blinding white sparks behind your eyelids. you try to arch away, just to catch your breath, but heeseung’s broad hands clamp down onto your waist like iron vices, pinning you to the mattress.
"don't move away from me." he growls, his voice a raw command right against your ear. "take all of it. you asked for this, didn't you? tell me you wanted me to fuck you this hard."
"yes- yes, please, heeseung, i love you- oh god, i love you so much." you sob hysterically. the sheer physical and emotional overload is too much, your tears completely soaking your face, tracking down your neck and pooling onto the sheets.
"i fucking know, baby." he stammers against your skin, his voice cracking with a terrifyingly deep passion. he leans up, his face flushed a deep crimson, his eyes totally blown out with lust as he looks down at your wrecked face. "it drives me crazy how much you love me. it makes me want to completely tear you apart."
he drives inside you even faster, hitting that breathless spot until your internal walls clamp down around him, forcing a second orgasm to rip through your core. a broken wail tears from your throat, your whole body shaking uncontrollably.
but heeseung just lets out a loud groan, his jaw clenching so hard the veins in his neck bulge. your climax only makes him wilder once more, he refuses to slow down, driving right through your release with short thrusts that completely short-circuit your brain.
"heeseung, stop- i'm coming again! it's too much-" you whimper, completely dumbfounded by the sheer overstimulation.
"but you feel too fucking good." he groans out loudly, a dark chuckle hitching in his chest despite how completely unraveled he is. he grinds his pelvis hard against yours, rubbing relentlessly against every raw nerve until you are wailing. "squeeze me, baby. keep squeezing me just like that while you cry for me."
he leans down again, his mouth open as he devours your frantic sobs, tasting your salt and sweat.
"so helpless... crying so hard because you can't handle how much i love you. tell me who you belong to, y/n. tell me whose name is stuck in your head."
"god, yes... ah... god, y/n... yes..." he roars out loudly, his voice completely breaking as his entire body goes rigid.
he cocks his hips forward one last time, burying his length to the absolute hilt with a bruising force that leaves you entirely breathless. a long groan escapes his lips as he releases inside you, his thighs twitching violently as he spills his hot cum deep into your pulsing core, holding you pinned beneath him until you are both nothing but a tangled mess.
he stays collapsed on top of you for a long time, his chest rising and falling in ragged gasps against yours. the room is entirely silent except for the sound of your quiet whimpers and the wet friction of his skin against yours as he slowly slips out, leaving you instantly cold and completely empty.
your body is still twitching from the aftershocks, your nerve endings so fried that even the cool air of the bedroom feels like too much on your highly sensitized skin. tears are still leaking steadily from your swollen eyes, catching in the messy strands of hair stuck to your flushed cheeks.
heeseung shifts, rolling onto his side and pulling your trembling body right against his chest. his long fingers are surprisingly gentle now as they sweep the damp hair away from your forehead. he tilts your chin up, forcing you to look at him with your blurred vision.
"look at my baby." he whispers, a soft chuckle escaping his lips as he uses his thumb to smear a fresh tear across your cheek. his voice has returned to that low purr, full of absolute satisfaction. "still weeping for me. you can't even move."
you just nod weakly against his chest, clutching at his shoulder with fingers that have no strength left. you are completely exhausted, hollowed out by the sheer magnitude of how much you worship him.
"my messy girl." he murmurs, leaning down to press a soft kiss to your wet eyelid, tasting the last of your salt. he wraps his arms around you even tighter, burying his face in your hair and anchoring you to him so completely that you can barely breathe. "sleep now, y/n. i’ve got you. you don't need to think about anything else ever again."
warnings/tags: MINORS DNI 18+, fluff, college student x professor, unprotected sex, cockwarming, face riding, thigh fucking, jealousy, spanking, pet names (darling, good girl, sweetheart), use of l/n, office sex, hickeys, biting, kissing (sorry if I miss any)
word count: 981
a/n: i was in such a writing block...not proofread
professor!sunghoon who is younger than other professors in the college. only being 25, many other professors look down at him, thinking he wasn’t as suited for the profession. yet in all reality he was one of the best english professors ever, being so technical and knowledgeable about his subject.
professor!sunghoon who girls swoon over. he doesn’t fully notice at first until a few weeks in, a girl being extremely blunt with her flirtatious remarks. sunghoon shutting it down immediately, staying composed and professional. you, less obvious, a shy yet studious pupil, watched. that’s all you could do. too nervous to even speak to him in general due to how he presents himself.
professor!sunghoon who gives you little praises when you do good on assignments and essays. it was very subtle, making your heart race. all he did was pass back the assignment and say, “really good ms. l/n..keep it up.” you could only nod back softly in response and look back down at your lap.
professor!sunghoon who finds you so curious. he lets his lecture be a free period to finish a huge essay. but his eyes didn’t leave your seat. watching the way you concentrate. your hair laying on your shoulders, the way you bite your lip unconsciously, the way your non-dominant hand fiddles with your skirt. he does not understand why he finds it fascinating, but he can not look away.
professor!sunghoon who starts to realize he is infatuated with you. he starts to be a bit more obvious about it, well, just enough to hope you’d pick up. to his surprise, you had to be the most oblivious person in the world. no brush against your shoulder or praise in your ear could get you to recognize his feelings. sunghoon was both smitten and frustrated by your innocence, only making him want you even more.
professor!sunghoon who asks you to stay after class more often so he can “review essays.” it’s a plausible excuse, knowing how intelligent you were when it came to writing. he genuinely loved the way you thought of topics when writing, it’s another reason he liked you. so he would invite you past office hours to his office, asking about how you came to some conclusions or your thought process. sunghoon couldn’t help but just watch as you answered, your face a mixture of hesitant and focused, talking about something you clearly were interested in.
professor!sunghoon who offers to help you with any upcoming assignments. “i’ll be here if you ever need me. no need to be all shy about it, ms. l/n..i don’t bite.” ever since he uttered those words, your “relationship” changed. you opened up a lot more, keeping professional (you still oblivious as ever), but more comfortable and talking to him. sunghoon loved it, the way you can just speak your mind. you even witnessed him smile, different from the commanding demeanor he usually used.
professor!sunghoon who definitely bites. not able to control himself, even though he really tried, he was not able to keep his hands, or mouth, away. now sitting in his office, you on his lap as his mouth is leaving light marks across your neck. kissing, biting, sucking, he could not handle himself.
professor!sunghoon who loves when you wear little skirts. he loves the way your plush thighs look against the fabric. that being said he is such a thigh guy, he cant keep away. sunghoon will drive with his hand on your thigh, squeezing them, letting his thumb run in circles against the soft skin. his favorite? when he lays you down and lets his cock run in between them. watching as his tip comes and goes with every thrust. feeling the slight but good burn of the skin rubbing against each other, the underside of his shaft running against your slick folds. “so pretty for me, such a good girl..” his words cause you to whimper and bite your lip.
professor!sunghoon who loves when you ride his face. his hands gripping your thighs pulling you down onto him further. sunghoon runs his tongue against you as his nose perfectly hits your clit. he lets you use his face for his pleasure, loving once you get more confident and start grinding against him. feeling your legs shake as you come close to your orgasm.
professor!sunghoon who has definitely fucked you in his office. right up upon his desk, your skirt pushed up to your waist, panties slipped to the side so he can slide his thick shaft in your pussy. his hands on your thighs as he thrusts in and out. “be quiet for me darling…”
professor!sunghoon who you make jealous when talking to another student mid lecture. yes, it was for notes, but to him it didn’t matter. instead of calling it out mid class, he tells you to stay later, ending up pulling you over his lap and spanking you. he knew not to be super hard, but enough to leave little red marks across the soft, plump skin. “next time it’ll be harder, sweetheart.”
professor!sunghoon who loves facing you during sex. the first time he invited you into his home, he couldn’t keep his hands off of you. you both ended up cuddling on his soft mattress, his cock thrusting softly as he groans every so often in your ear. the closeness of it was intimate, making everything so much more electric. sunghoon unable to stay away, ended up staying inside you and keeping you in his warm embrace.
professor!sunghoon who in the end is the sweetest. making sure you are cared for and happy. if it was helping you on assignments or cooking you a meal when you were sore, he would do anything. you are his person, and he cares deeply about you.
it’s okay to have kinks of any kind as long as they’re practiced safely and consensually between two adults. a tumblr smut writer kink shaming is absolutely insane to me, you obviously don’t have to interact with anything that you’re not into, but kinkshaming?? writing etiquette has been totalled on this app.
the “don’t kink shame” argument gets thrown around way too loosely. not everything belongs under that umbrella. if you’re writing nsfw and minors are consuming your content or you’re interacting with minors while posting incest or similar content that’s not something people have to shrug off as “just a kink.” people are allowed to have boundaries over what they support, and calling that kink shaming is such a cop out.
Warnings: smut, dirty talk, cursing, crying, make up sex.
Genre: Ex’s to?
Summary: when you receive a text from your ex-boyfriend late at night, you can’t help but give into temptation and reply with hopes that you weren’t making a mistake.
Note: just a little something I wrote very quickly. I hope everyone will enjoy it. More works coming soon! Please reblog and leave feedback.
Number of words: 3,020k
Find your way around!
"I miss you."
Those were the words that you read on your illuminated phone screen over and over, thinking it must have been a mistake that your ex was texting you that he missed you out of the blue.
It had been six months now, and you don't know why you even still had his number saved in your phone.
Well, a part of you knew.
Even after six months apart, you still cared for him. You still craved him. You still loved him.
It took weeks after the breakup for you to realize that it was going to take a long time to get over him.
You had your first everything with him, and when he said those dreadful words, "we should break up," you thought you must have been dreaming cause you couldn't believe it. You didn't want to believe it.
You didn’t know what to do.
After all the things you did together, all the time you spent, and all the love you shared or what you thought was love, it all went down the drain.
You didn't agree with his reasoning for wanting to break up, but you understood it, and maybe just a tiny part of you was grateful that he took that step cause you're sure you would have never broken up with him, not in a million years even though it wasn't a healthy relationship you knew that you'd never stop trying to make things work with him cause you truly loved him.
But hey, maybe he did you both a favor by ending it.
After all, there had been countless arguments, nights where neither of you spoke to one another and even went to bed angry.
And that was just the start.
When you two first got together, you were both convinced you'd last forever through everything, foolishly rushing into the relationship at full speed. You both loved hard, probably too hard for only being together for two months, but that's young love, right?
But along with that came so many trust issues. Though chemistry was there, nothing else was, and even though you both loved each other, you knew two months together wasn't long enough to build trust to build a foundation, and that's why everything fell apart.
Nearly everything about the relationship was toxic. He wouldn't allow you to talk to other guys. You wouldn't allow him to go out alone, and that only resulted in arguments that you wished you could erase from the file case that you stored in your brain.
And slowly but surely, after that, nothing was off limits. It got so bad that you'd check each other's phones to make sure neither of you were cheating and even go as far as to have your friends spy on each other.
Sometimes, you'd even spend the night so you could watch everything he did, or he'd take you out on countless dates just to make sure he knew what you were doing at all times.
So now, after reading that text repeatedly, you asked yourself over and over why you replied with "me too" instead of just blocking him then and there, but there was that part of you that still loved that man with your whole entire being and even as pathetic and desperate as it sounds it was true.
"Can I come over?"
He texted back immediately after you replied.
"Sure," you reply back, and your heart felt like it was going to beat out of your chest. After six whole months of pining, you'd finally be able to see him.
Within fifteen minutes, he was knocking on your front door.
He looked as handsome as ever in his tan jeans and simple white shirt hiding beneath his leather jacket.
"Hi, y/n," he smiled softly at the sight of your beautiful face, and god, it's been too long since he last saw you. He couldn't wait another day. Even if he tried, if he didn't come over tonight, he was sure he would have gone insane.
"Hey," you breathed out, and that's all the time he gave you before he invited himself in and slammed your door shut behind him. His body moved on its own it was like you were a magnet sucking him in as he cupped your cheeks and kissed you with a burning passion.
His touch could always have you in complete shambles. You absolutely melted into him and immediately wrapped your arms around his waist.
Without you even noticing, he messily kicked his shoes off and threw his jacket to the ground, all while keeping his lips glued to yours as if he pulled away. He wouldn't ever get a chance to kiss you ever again.
He easily backed you up against the couch. He didn't even need to open his eyes. He knew your apartment like the back of his hand. He remembers spending countless nights cuddled in your warm embrace while you stroked his hair and watched some random show you both happened to be into at the time.
He'd never forget those nights, not even in a million years, cause those were his absolute favorite, just you and him enjoying each other’s company.
He dropped his hands from your face and trailed them down your sides, gripping the hem of your shirt and breaking the kiss just long enough to take it off.
You gasped slightly at the cold air hitting your warm flesh, allowing him to stick his tongue inside your mouth even deeper, getting to taste every single last inch of you.
Like muscle memory, his warm fingertips skimmed over your lower back and easily unclipped your bra. He smiled into the kiss and pressed your body closer to his, humming in absolute delight while roaming every last inch of your body, touching you in the places he knew that would make you feel like your skin was on fire and make your heart skip a beat.
If it wasn't for lack of oxygen, he would have never pulled away. Unfortunately, he had to, but he didn't waste the opportunity to practically rip his shirt off and toss it on the ground. His dusty blonde hair stood messily atop his head as he leaned in yet again to get another taste of a little thing called you.
Hours, more like days. That's how long he could kiss you. Hell, he'd kiss you for six months straight just to make up for all the lost time. "God, I fucking missed you so damn much," he mumbles against your lips, his warm heavy breath fanning across your flushed cheeks.
You were already too far gone to even register that this probably wasn't the best idea, given both of your guys' history.
But you didn’t care. His scent was inviting, his touch was addictive, and his kisses were deadly.
"Me t-too," you moan quietly when he sucks the sensitive spot on your neck, knowing the exact reaction he'd get from you.
Your hands quickly found his belt buckle. You unfastened it at the speed of light and then made quick work of his button and zipper.
You stuck your hand down his underwear and palmed his erection. "Ah fuck” he moaned against the pulse point on your neck tracing his tongue over the hickey he had just created. "You always know how to make such a mess out of me," he whispered and blew cool air over your delicate skin.
To feel you so close again was literally a dream come true.
He was sure he'd never ever get used to the feeling of you. Every little thing you did felt like magic to him.
"I'm not much better off," you sighed in pleasure as he toyed with your plush breasts and rubbed his finger pads over your hard nipples.
"I’m glad to hear" he chuckles lowly and brushes your hair behind your ear, giving you one last butterfly-inducing kiss before slipping his large hands into the waist of your silk sleep shorts, tugging them down as the material hit the carpet softly.
You mimicked his actions and pulled his jeans down to his ankles so he could step out of them.
At this point, neither of you could be bothered with any further undressing. He looked deeply into your eyes and slowly laid you back on the sofa, and you instinctively wrapped your legs around his waist. He pulled his fully hardened length out of the front of his boxers, and the sight alone was enough for you to clench around nothing.
A gush of arousal dripped from your hole, soiling your panties even more.
He rested his fist beside your head, his breath hitching when he saw the huge wet spot on your baby blue panties. He teasingly rubbed his wet tip over your damp panties. "so beautiful," his bottom lip was caught between his teeth as he tried to muffle the sinful noises that threatened to come out, but inevitably they were bound to come out, and it would definitely be sooner than later.
You blushed from hearing him complement you after so long
Your hands roamed his toned chest and found their home on his broad shoulders. Your eyes fluttered shut in pleasure. Just feeling him through the thin material of your underwear was enough to make you feel dizzy. Your mind was full of nothing but him and how good he was making you feel. "Hee," you moaned, the nickname you gave him a few weeks after you both started dating. His heartbeat definitely increased after hearing you say that after so long.
"Yeah, baby, I'm right here," he whispers softly on your lips, now slowly grinding into you while adding to the number of kisses you had shared.
To hear him call you baby after being apart for six months made you feel like he was still yours and you were still his it felt like those unforgettable nights when watching your favorite show would always end up with you two having slow passionate sex on the couch.
Those were always the best nights.
He brushed his nose against yours, nudging you softly and burrowing his head into the crook of your neck.
"I can't wait any longer," you admit with a heavy breath as you run your fingers through his soft hair.
"Me neither," he propped himself up, swiftly moving your underwear to the side, allowing him easy access to indulge in you.
He quickly gathered up your wetness and coated his cock in your slick. You felt him slowly press his tip inside you stretching your tight opening with the help of your natural lubricant.
You both sighed in pleasure, eyes fluttering shut at the same time as the familiar feeling washed over you both.
He couldn't control the erotic sounds he made each time you tightened around him as you were still getting used to him again and adjusting to his size. "You always feel so good, baby" he carefully lowered his weight on you, pressing feather-light kisses all the way from your chest to your beautiful plump lips that still tingled from all the kisses he gave you.
Your hands ran along his back, gently scratching the skin and bringing him closer as you started to get more and more comfortable.
He took note of this instantly and created a slow, steady rhythm rolling his skillful hips to stroke inside of you. "Oh god," you whimper at the sheer fullness once he bottomed out. This was one of the many things you loved about him. He never left one inch of your body unsatisfied when he was with you. "Hee, please go faster" you didn't need to tell him twice.
He hoisted your legs on his shoulders, picking up the pace of his hips as he cupped your face looking you dead in the eyes while his tip repeatedly hit the deepest part inside of you. "I missed us together," he admits in the vulnerable moment, eyes full of nothing but sincerity and love.
Instead of responding with words, you bring his face closer, reassuring him that you feel the same way by kissing him with every ounce of love you have in your body.
You smile into the kiss, but your face quickly morphs into one of pleasure when he sneaks his hand in between your bodies to rub your clit just the way he knows you like. "Right there" your hands flew to his hair, tugging harshly as you tried to ground yourself from the overwhelming pleasure. It's been so long since you felt like this. The last time you felt this good was one week before your breakup.
"I know, baby. I bet that feels good, doesn't it?" You didn't even have to say anything for him to know the answer. You were squeezing around him so tight he could have cum right then and there, but he was holding off cause he wanted to cum with you. That's how he always did it.
"So good, h-hee" you had trouble catching your breath. Your whole body was shaking from the intensity of your impending orgasm. "I'm close," you whisper.
"Me too," he grunted and leaned back, squeezing your breast with his left hand while playing with your clit, adding an unfathomable about of pleasure to the mix. "feels so fucking good, baby," the feeling of your panties brushing against his cock was bringing him more pleasure than he'd ever like to admit.
When he looked at where your bodies met, he couldn't help but groan at the sight. He fought to keep his eyes from rolling back so he didn't miss a second of his cock sliding in and out of you. The front of his boxers were completely ruined from your arousal, just like your panties. Strings of wetness connected your lower halves together with every thrust. It kept getting wetter and messier, but that's just how he liked it, and so did you.
He pressed you further into the cushions creating an animalistic pace as you were now nearly bent in half while his tip hit your cervix with each roll of his hips. "Just like that, hee, keep going" your hands were now flat on his chest, nails digging into his pecs as he made you see nothing but stars.
"I'm gonna cum” you breathed out when you felt your high approaching much faster than you ever felt before.
"That's right, give it all to me, baby, don't you hold back" he started rubbing fast random patterns on your clit, tipping you over the edge in just seconds. The tight grip and rhythmic pulsating of your cunt triggered his orgasm right on time with yours. "I'm cumming” he moaned while leaning down and connecting your lips once more while he stilled inside you, his seed staining every crevice of your walls.
He was panting heavily while your tongues messily tangled around each other, teeth clashing every now and then as he slowly guided you both through your highs, rocking his hips softly while you both struggled to catch your breaths.
He rested his head on your chest, still panting softly while he listened to your heart rate returning back to normal.
After a few moments of silence, he gently pulled out of you, both of you wincing with slight sensitivity while you readjust your undergarments. "That was so amazing" he propped himself up once again, looking down on you with a fond smile that you missed cause you were too caught up in your own thoughts. "Wasn't it?" He asked, looking to you for reassurance while peppering your face with kisses.
"With you, it always is" you smiled with that same look in your eyes as when you told him you loved him for the first time and he knew he could never let you go ever again.
Just that look made his stomach churn it reminded him of what it was like when you were both together, and all the feelings of why things ended flooded his system.
All the doubt came back instantly and hit him like a truck.
Before his negative thoughts swallowed him whole, he suppressed those feelings and reached for the small blanket on your couch covering you both.
"Hey? What's wrong?" You asked after moments of him blankly staring at you.
You cupped his face, and he smiled sadly. "I'm sorry for breaking up with you an-" he quickly buried his head in the crook of your neck to hide his tears.
You immediately wrapped your arms around him to comfort him.
"I should have never left you. I should have talked to you first, but I left like an idiot.” He cried and nuzzled his face closer to you. "and I know you probably hate me, but I want you back," he to a sharp breath. "I want you back so bad I miss you so much."
"hee…" you rubbed his back. "I could never hate you," you whispered. "look at me," you cupped his face once again, looking directly into his eyes. "I love you, okay?" you wiped his tears with your thumbs, and he nodded his head, sniffling slightly. "I missed you so much, too, and I'd try a million times with you 'cause you're my everything."
"Really?" he said sadly while looking at you with puppy eyes and a smile that he couldn't hide even if he tried to.
You returned his smile, wrapping your warm arms around him comfortingly.
"so does that mean you'll take me back?" he says, feeling hopeful.
"yes, dummy, let's just try not to fuck it up this time." You say while smiling.
"Don't worry. We won't i swear i’ll listen to you. I won't look through your phone, and you can have as many guy friends as you want," he began rambling. "well, maybe keep that to a minimum of three, but I promise not to make you sad, and I will-" you cut him off with a kiss, and he just smiled at you. "what was that for?"
"cause I love you," you smiled, and he leaned down, mimicking your actions and kissing you back.
"I love you too." he hugged you close to his chest.
There was still a lot that needed to be worked out and talked about, but for right now, you just wanted to enjoy this moment with him, and you knew that no matter what the future held, he’d never give up on you, and you'd never give up on him, cause he was your everything.
FIN
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thinking about… pussydrunk!won & his addiction with being in between your thighs┊custom order 📋
warnings. . . explicit sexual content (mdni) ﹕ oral fixation ﹕ face riding ﹕ cum eating ﹕ masturbation ﹕ face sitting ﹕ (not proofread !)
order notes: playing re9 and im so close to kms… capcom just throw anything together to make these creatures bro
꒰ྀི pussydrunk!won ꒱ྀི who became addicted after his first taste of you. he could never get enough. he loves your sweet moans and the way his name slips from your mouth like a prayer whenever you are about to cum.
꒰ྀི pussydrunk!won ꒱ྀི who wakes you up with his face between your thighs, chin already drenched in your arousal. he’d hum whenever you were fully awake, already slipping two fingers inside, curling them just right while he devoured you.
꒰ྀི pussydrunk!won ꒱ྀི who loves when you grip his hair whenever it’s too much. he’d be on his knees at the edge of the bed, desperately fisting his cock every time you tugged his head closer.
꒰ྀི pussydrunk!won ꒱ྀི who drinks every drop eagerly like a starved man, groaning against your pussy, the vibration shooting through your core.
꒰ྀི pussydrunk!won ꒱ྀི who literally begs you to sit on his face. the mere sight of you straddling him, grinding your hips down every time you wanted more, drives him insane.
꒰ྀི pussydrunk!won ꒱ྀི who does it for his own pleasure. he’d lick and kiss your pussy for what felt like hours, making sure you were satisfied, all while he leaked through his sweats.
꒰ྀི pussydrunk!won ꒱ྀི who likes to pour wine on your breasts, thighs, then right above your pussy. he’d lick up every drop, refusing to waste anything.
꒰ྀི pussydrunk!won ꒱ྀི who tends to forget to breathe properly while eating you, hooked on the taste. he’d come up for air, breathing ragged, chin glistening with strings of your slick connecting from his mouth before diving back in.
꒰ྀི pussydrunk!won ꒱ྀི who keeps going even after you cum. he keeps licking you through it, savoring the way your hips twitch—not planning to stop until you’re crying and pushing his head away.
He’s already sobbing quiet little whimpers when you yank your panties down, hands clutching your thighs like he’s scared you’ll pull away. His cheeks are burning, eyes wet and glassy, mouth hanging open desperate, tongue flicking out to taste the air like he can already feel you. Moments like this strip him completely bare — all the pressure of promotions, practice, the album, every cruel comment and sharp critique melts away. The only peace he gets is right here, under you, with your pussy grinding right against his lips.
“Please… please baby… sit on my face… please ride my face, grind your pussy right on my mouth — I’ll be so good, I promise… I won’t move, I won’t complain… just smother me, use me till you’re done… please…”
You lower your hips slow, and he gasps so hard his chest heaves — the second your wet, slick‑soaked pussy brushes his lips he dives right in like he’s starving. His tongue shoves deep inside you, dragging thick, rough strokes along your walls, tasting every bit of you before he pulls back and seals his mouth over your throbbing clit, sucking it hard and greedy like he’s trying to swallow you whole. He whines high and broken when you press down harder, hands flying to grip your ass tight, nails digging in, yanking you down so his nose is buried right against your clit, his tongue flicking fast and sharp over it over and over.
“Fuck — yes — just like that… grind that pretty pussy right on my face…” He sobs into your skin, slurping loud and messy, slick dripping down his chin and jaw and he doesn’t even care — he laps every drop right back up, tongue dragging flat and heavy up your slit, pushing deep again, sucking your clit between his lips and tugging it soft then hard.
You’re already moaning breathless, fingers tangling hard in his hair, hips stuttering every time he hits that perfect spot. “Heeseung — fuck — just like that — don’t stop…”
You roll your hips slow then faster, grinding hard against his mouth and nose, and he takes every single bit — tongue swirling fast and rough around your clit, dipping deep inside you, sucking so hard your thighs shake. He’s shaking all over, cock throbbing painfully hard against his jeans, pre‑cum soaking through the fabric, drooling all over your cunt, begging over and over, voice wrecked and thick:
“Yeah — fuck yes — use me… cum for me baby… please cum all over my mouth… I wanna drink every last drop, don’t waste a single bit… I need it all…”
Your breath catches sharp, your head falls back, and you cry out loud and shaky — “Heeseung — shit — I’m cumming — fuck —” — and you ride him harder, grinding down hard through every wave, every shudder, every pulse.
He doesn’t let up for even a second — he licks and sucks and slurps you through every spasm, tongue lapping greedily at everything you give him, sobbing your name into your wet skin, messy and wrecked and so, so desperate to take every single thing you have to give.
He drinks every thick, creamy flood that pours out of you like he’s starving, swallowing every drop like it’s the sweetest thing he’s ever tasted, lapping up every slick runnel that drips down your thighs and onto his chin. He doesn’t waste a single bit — slurps loud and messy, lips sealed tight around you, tongue shoving deep then dragging rough and heavy through all that wet heat, sucking so hard you jolt and cry out, fingers yanking his hair so hard his scalp stings.
His hands clamp bruising‑tight around your asscheeks, digging in, pulling you down harder until you’re grinding right against his nose, smothering him exactly like you both wanted. He ruts his hips helpless against the floor, cock throbbing so painfully hard it aches, thick pearly pre soaking through his jeans in dark, sticky patches, and he moans broken and muffled right into your dripping cunt, begging over and over: “Fuck — yes — that’s it — pour it all out — soak my fucking face — give me every last fucking drop — don’t hold back — I need it all —”
When the last sharp wave tears through you and your legs start shaking so bad you can barely stay up, he still won’t let you lift off. He keeps licking and sucking, dragging his tongue through every mess you made, kissing and biting soft at your swollen folds, drinking you clean until you’re twitching and whimpering, too sensitive to take more but too gone to pull away. He only pulls back when you tug hard at his hair, face glistening and soaked, lips puffy and red, eyes glassy and wild and completely wrecked.
He swipes his tongue slow over his wet mouth, savoring every taste, and looks up at you like you’re the only thing that matters.
“All mine,” he slurs, voice thick and shaking. “This wet, dripping pussy… every drop, every shake, every fucking sound… all mine.”
slow, sleepy makeout sesh with heeseung where you’re both feeling subby and horny. i just know his introverted self is exhausteddd after a day of promotions & what better way to wind down than having you in his bed?
it starts off with grinding against each other in a gentle, unrushed rhythm. you on his lap while he kisses you like a starved man, hips bucking to meet your slow grinds.
that lasts for a pretty good while before it eventually evolves into mutual masturbation; your hand sliding down to feel him through his pjs. it takes a bit of energy for him to pull back and look at you, but you’re just so pretty that he needs to see you! you grasp him gently before working him through the thin fabric of his clothes, enjoying the way a small wet spot forms on his pants. his breaths grow labored, watching you through glossy, pleading eyes.
he shakily moves to cup your pussy through your shorts, whimpering at the feel of the damp fabric. you’re quick to grind against the palm of his hand, growing desperate as your own hand fumbles under his waistband. heeseung whines when your thumb brushes his tip, smearing small beads of pre-cum over his cock. he’s practically fucking your hand now, hugging you close and moaning in your ear as his fingers tease your clit.
seeing him like this has you soaked, so it’s no surprise when his fingers slip into you with ease. and all the foreplay has you soo worked up :( it doesn’t take him long to find that one spot, abusing your spongy cunt while you whimper and twitch on his lap.
your orgasm hits you hard and you bite down on his shoulder, definitely harder than you mean to, but the way he immediately spills in your hand with a loud groan leaves you wanting more. you continue to work yourselves towards overstimulation, eyes brimming with borderline tears at the sweet pleasure. you know you should stop but it just feels so good, you don’t think you could even if you tried.
the only type of delusional people need to be after jungwon's live is how he looked so fucking fine as fuck and imagine him as their low-key pissed boyfriend who looks so hot when he's angry and who kinda goes rough on you to calm down
