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Heeseung and his puppy bf Jake ˶> <˶
omg i need a heejake audio where they're both whimpering 🙏🏻🙏🏻
Heejake smut audio
I can make you feel good // heejake
Jake is madly in love with Heeseung, but Heeseung doesn't like him back. Or at least Jake thought so...
idol!heeseung x idol!jake
tw: bxb, member x member, top! heeseung, bottom!jake, smut, anal sex, oral sex, unprotected sex, praising kink kinda, fluff, love confessions
wc: 7.5k
cherry's note: reposting this cause there was a mistake in the previous post, enjoy!!
Jake've always had a crush on Heeseung. It was hard not to right? He was perfect. The way his body moved when he danced, his smirk when he looked down at the crowd, his perfectly pitched voice, his hair messy in the most perfect way, his wide deer-alike eyes. Yeah, he was just perfect.
At first it was just an admiration. Jake would look at him during practice and on stage, ask him for help or advice, try to copy him.
They've always been close. Similar sense of humor, taste in movies, games, clothes, food... At some point they were inseparable, so it was almost natural for Jake to slowly become like Heeseung.
But that admiration faded with their trainee days. Heeseung became someone more than just a role model. Jake would catch himself staring at Heeseung for a beat too long, laugh at his jokes a little too loud, smile too wide at the mention of him.
He was crushing on him.
It was obvious but Jake still denied it. Even other members started to notice things and tease him about it. But Jake wasn't gay right? So that meant he couldn't have a crush on Heeseung.
Even the slight thought of being something other than straight caused Jake to panic. What about his career, the fans, his family, Enhypen? That would ruin everything. That would ruin him.
So he tried to hide it. He didn't try to distance himself from Heeseung, but it kind of came out like it anyway. Because how could you forget about someone when you spend all the time with them. Paradoxically, the only time when he was very close to Heeseung was on the camera, where he could cover his feelings with fanservice.
Heeseung wasn't stupid. He noticed the change even if it was slight. The way Jake would skip their ramen evenings or their game nights, the way he started to sit on the other side of the room and the way he would run away from his gaze. It wasn't like Jake totally cut Heeseung off. They still spent a whole lot of time together, but the distance Jake put between them was visible.
And like this Jake slowly forgot about his feelings for Heeseung. He focused on recording, practising and performing. Work taking all his time. The thought of Heeseung only sometimes appearing in the back of his head. But it was bearable anyway.
Until it wasn't.
Recently, something snapped in Jake. The feelings he bottled up for so long finally spilled. He didn't even know what caused this. Was it because Heeseung dyed his hair back to black or because he started wearing eyeliner more. The thing was, Jake liked Heeseung again, stronger than before.
Every time Heeseung looked at Jake, or worse smiled at him, a million butterflies would wake up in his stomach.
He couldn't hide his staring anymore. Not when Heeseung was so mesmerizing. Every time Heeseung walked into a room it was as if time had stopped. Jake would forget about everything else and only focus on him.
Heeseung threw him off his rhythm. Jake would make mistakes during dances he have been practising for years or forget lyrics to their songs. He would stutter in the interviews or break random things just because Heeseung glanced at him.
Members started to notice again, especially Jungwon - he always noticed things like this. He never said anything directly, not to scare Jake off. But he knew. Jake saw it in his soft eyes and gentle reprimands. 'Are you okay?' 'If you need to talk I'm always here' Jungwon waited, he wanted Jake to open up himself.
But Jake was still scared. So scared.
And so he tried to hide it, he really did, but it came out weird every time. The awkwardness wasn't the worst, it was the jealousy.
Every time Heeseung was close to somebody Jake's heart crumbled inside his chest. It was supposed to be Jake who gets to hold him, touch him, talk to him, get him. Heeseung was supposed to be Jake's and Jake to be Heeseung's.
...
It was another concert of their tour. Bright lights flashing and loud chants from the crowd echoing as the boys walked on stage to finish off with the last song. Jake was already tired after two hours of non-stop dancing and singing, but the adrenaline made him look and feel somewhat energetic.
Drunk dazed started and that's when he saw him. Heeseung. Jake tried to ignore his presence for the whole night but now when he was in his 'casual' outfit, hair damp from sweat, skin shiny and eyes full of emotions, he had to notice him. He looked so effortlessly beautiful.
Heeseung must have felt Jake's eyes on him cause he turned around and looked back at him with that smirk on his face. Jake felt his heart skip a beat. He was dumb. So dumbly down for his best friend.
Jake smiled back, deep down wishing Heeseung would see the love he has for him in his eyes.
Heeseung as if reading Jake's mind, came closer. "Are you okay?" he asked placing one arm over Jake's shoulder.
Jake's body tensed but he managed to keep his smile on. "Yeah why?"
"You seem stressed" Heeseung whispered into Jake's ear, making him almost lose his mind right there on stage.
"I am not" Jake said back. Then it was time for him to sing his lines. He barely managed to, his shaky voice betrayed him.
"See... you need to relax" Heeseung whispered when Jake finished singing. Jake shrugged.
"I can make you feel good if you want"
What.
Jake blinked and slowly turned his head to Heeseung who still had smirk on his face. Jake's cheeks heated up, his breath hitched, million thoughts running through his head. Thoughts he wasn't supposed to have about Heeseung.
"Think about it" Heeseung chuckled and patted Jake on his shoulder one more time, before walking down the stage.
Jake was still frozen. Heeseung had no idea how badly he messed with Jake's mind.
Jake somehow managed to finish the concert. Just smile, sing, dance with Sunghoon, tease Jay - it was automatic. Heeseung words still in his head.
Jake knew what he meant. Probably something simple, innocent to make Jake feel better and relax. But Jake who was so far gone he actually had hope. Hope that maybe Heeseung had thought about the same thing as him.
After the show the boys changed and went to send off. That's when things only got worse.
Jake walked down the hallway, greeting fans, signing autographs and taking pictures. Quick polite interactions.
Heeseung, on the other hand, seemed to take those moments onto another different level. He leaned into the fans, smiled at them with that smile he showed Jake earlier, flirted with them. He did it so effortlessly. It wasn't fair.
He didn't even know how much it hurt Jake. How badly he wished Heeseung would look at him like this.
He wasn't jealous. At least that's what he told himself. He was mad. Mad that those random girls had higher chances with Heeseung. That they were still closer to him than Jake could ever be. It's not like Heeseung would choose them exactly. But he would't choose Jake either. The thing was that they were girls. And Jake wasn't.
The send off passed quickly. Jake drifted off midway trying to ignore Heeseung as much as he could. However he ended up thinking about him only. His eyes. His hair. His hands. His smile. Everything was Heeseung.
As Jake entered the van he saw Heeseung sitting by the window. When he saw Jake, the same flirtatious smirk creeped onto his lips. He patted the seat next to himself.
But Jake couldn't sit there. Not after Heeseung kept giving him mixed signals. He would either snap at him or started crying or said something he wasn't ready to admit yet.
So he sat quietly at the back of the van next to Jungwon. Jungwon saw through Jake. He didn't ask questions. He just leaned on his shoulder and hugged his arm, as if to say 'it's okay'.
When they reached the hotel it was past midnight already. Everyone said quick goodbyes and headed to their rooms, completly worn out after the show.
Jake made it to his room. He laid on the bed right away, wanting to fall alseep as fast as possible. But his mind was still very much awake. Occupied with Heeseung. As always.
"Fuck.." Jake hissed, shutting his eyes so hard his head hurt. He wished he could just stopped feeling anything for Heeseung. To just be his friend. To be normal.
The moments from stage and send off replayed in his head. How good Heeseung looked, how sweet his words sounded, even when he was with somebody else, Jake wanted him. Needed him.
He didn't even hear the first knock on the door. The second one, much louder, demanding, took him out of his thoughts. Jake quickly got up from bed, confused of who could be coming so late.
He opened the door, slowly, unsure, only to see Heeseung standing on the other side.
Could it get any worse for him.
"I know it's late and you were probably about to sleep but... I just wanted to talk" Heeseung said, no teasing in his voice unlike earlier. He had his hands hidden in his pockets, trying to act cool, but his feet tapping against the floor betrayed him.
"Oh... come in" Jake replied, still a little taken aback by the sudden visit.
Heeseung walked into the room, scanning the space with his eyes. He walked up to the big window. He looked down on the street. Jake's room was on the 10th floor of the hotel so he could see the landecape of the whole city clearly. So many people, lights, different stories, and there, in that room, only him and Jake.
"Nice view.." Heeseung exclaimed "But I came to talk about something else"
"About what?" Jake's heart stopped for a moment after hearing Heeseung's serious tone.
Heeseung turned around and looked into Jake's eyes. His black hair falling onto his forehead, eyeliner smudged around his eyes, his hoodie falling off his shoulder. His gaze softened when he saw Jake's scared face.
"About you... about us" Heeseung said, his voice careful, as if he was scared Jake would run away.
"What do you mean?" Jake asked, his voice quiet. His heart was on fire. What if Heeseung had already figured everything out? What if he was there to end everything? What if he found Jake disgusting? So many questions popped in his head. Heeseung had answers to all of them, but Jake was too afraid to hear any of them.
"What changed Jake?" Heeseung asked furrowing his eyebrows, a glimpse of hurt in his eyes.
"Nothing, everything's the same" Jake's voice barely audible.
"No-no, don't tell me 'nothing', don't try to push me away again." Heeseung's voice getting louder with every word.
"Again? I'm not pushing you away" Jake took a step back, avoiding Heeseung's eyes.
"See, this is what I'm taking about! You can't even look at me!" Heeseung took a step forward "You keep ignoring me. We don't spend time together anymore, you don't even text me! You only talk to me when there are cameras around, and every time I think things are coming back to normal. But then they turn off and you pretend I don't exist anymore!"
"Heeseung..."
"Don't. Today at the show, we talked. I-I tried to make you feel better and I thought it worked but then in the bus you didn't even say a word to me! Did I do something wrong Jake? If I did then I'm sorry, but please tell me because I don't understand it and I... I miss you Jake, I miss us."
The silence that followed after that was loud. Heeseung's hopeful eyes burned Jake. He was waiting for answers, for an explanation. But Jake couldn't give it to him. Even though he really wanted to - Heeseung was bending him and it was only a matter of time till he would break completly.
Jake opened his mouth but closed it after no words came out. How could he tell him? All those years of friendship ruined because Jake couldn't keep his feelings to himself?
"Are you goona say anything?" Heeseung asked getting more frustrated with every passing second. He took another step forward, making Jake feel even more intimidated.
"I-I don't know Heeseung" Jake whispered looking down at the floor. He felt so wrong. So caged between loving Heeseung and keeping everything together.
"What do you mean Jaeyun?" Heeseung asked putting a hand on Jake's shoulder. Jaeyun. Jake's heart ached. He shouldn't feel this way.
"You keep messing with me.. I don't know what to think.." Jake's mouth was faster than his brain. Talking garbage.
"What are you talking about-"
"You say one thing and then do another, you look at me like you want something..." Jake's voice grew a little louder his thoughts running in circles. "Today at the show... at the send off... I thought, I had hope you- nevermind" Jake run a hand down his face in frustration. Heeseung wouldn't understand. He shouldn't. Because Jake was the one in the wrong.
"Jake just tell me please, I want us to be like before-"
"No Heeseung, no..." Jake cut off Heeseung again. His voice breaking a little. He was so tired of hiding. Of seeing the confused look on Heeseung's face, of the tension, the distance "It won't ever be like before... I-I ruined everything and I just don't wanna make it any worse, I can't lose you any more."
"Jake you're not losing me. I'm here, right here with you, and I'll always be." Heeseung whispered, his voice softer, eyes so caring, hand caressing Jake's cheek.
"You don't get it even now... it's not about you, it's about me... I just don't understand why I feel like this, why me, why you..." Jake whispered, finally looking into Heeseung's eyes. They were dark, very dark. "...You won't understand"
"Then make me" Heeseung said. His tone firm, dareing. Jake's heart stopped. Only one thought in his mind.
So hard to resist.
Jake's eyes fell to Heeseung's lips. They were slightly agape, no words, waiting. So beautiful.
Unbearable.
Jake couldn't take it anymore. His hands caught Heeseung face and in a quick move brought it to his, connecting their lips.
Jake felt amazing. No, euphoric. It was the only thing he dreamed of for the past 4 years and it was finally true. He got to tell Heeseung, to kiss him. Heeseung...
Heeseung.
He still had his eyes open and hadn't moved an inch.
No no no.
Jake quickly backed off. Shame and disgust with himself burning him from inside. What has he done? Was he out of his mind? Kissing Heeseung out of the blue? He thought things were bad between them, but now they weren't even worse. They were done.
"I'm sorry Heeseung... I-I don't know what I'm doing I'll just... you should go, I'm sorry" Jake muttered, tears forming in his eyes, thousand thoughts running through his head. He turned around ready to leave, to open the door and run out of his own room.
But he didn't. He couldn't.
Because Heeseung caught his wrist midway, turning him back around. His other hand swiftly grabbed Jake by the waist and brought him even closer.
"Jake you're really so damn stupid..." Heeseung whispered. His thumb brushing a tear from Jake's cheek, his eyes looking into Jake's, with something different. Something deeper. Lustful.
Jake didn't even manage to say anything before Heeseung pulled him in and crashed his lips against Jake's.
What.
Jake's brain lagged for a moment, but his body immediately gave in, kissing Heeseung back. He didn't quite understand what was happening, but the moment Heeseung tilted his head and deepened their kiss, he decided that he will worry about it later.
Their lips moved in sync, craving more with every second, like they both have been holding back for too long.
Heeseung moved his hand onto Jake's cheek and then up to his hair. Jake let out a moan at the sudden pull, his cheeks heating up.
"You look so adorable when you get shy you know?" Heeseung whispered in between the kisses, making Jake flush even more.
Jake's fists clenched on Heeseung's shirt, holding onto him like he might disappear any moment.
Heeseung licked his bottom lip, making him let out another embarrassing sound. He slid his tongue into Jake's mouth, sending shivers down his spine.
The soft kiss, quickly became a full make out session. Jake was so mesmerized by Heeseung and the way he kissed him, that he didn't even notice he was pressed against the wall.
Heeseung's kisses grew messier, he moved his lips from Jake's, onto his jaw and then on his neck, biting and sucking on his skin there. Jake swore he almost saw the stars.
"Hee you're gonna leave marks" Jake said, his voice breaking into a whimper mid sentence, as Heeseung kept leaving lovebites on his delicate skin.
"I'm gonna leave more if you keep moaning my name like that" Heeseung said with a smirk, his eyes locking on Jake's as he sucked on his collarbone.
"Fuck... how am I gonna perform tomorrow like this?" Jake hissed, his hand tugging Heeseung's hair subcounciously. Trying to pull him away. Or pull him in.
"You wanted this didn't you? Let them see who you belong to" Heeseung lifted Jake's shirt and started leaving open-mouth kisses down his chest.
Jake moaned at his words. This was really what he wanted. To belong to Heeseung. For him to want him back. And now it was real. And they both didn't hold back. Couldn't.
Jake felt a warm feeling pooling down in his stomach. Waves of pleasure going through his body, traveling down to his now half hard cock.
Heeseung must have noticed that "Oh you're so turned on already and we haven't even started" Heeseung whispered as his tongue swirlled around one of Jake's nipples, sucking till it turned dark shade of red. "You like that baby?" He asked pulling on it with his teeth, earning a broken moan form Jake "You're so beautiful I could spend whole day just looking at you and not get bored. Ever"
Jake's eyes rolled back, not only at the touch, but also at his praises. Baby. He could cum just by hearing that word fall from Heeseung's lips again.
Heeseung moved to suck on Jake's another nipple, making him buck his hips forward. Heeseung let out a chuckle at that, his hand pressing Jake's hip back down to the wall "Be patient"
But how Jake could be patient when Heeseung kissed his skin with so much power, setting his whole body on fire.
"Heeseung please.." Jake pleaded, his voice breaking.
Heeseung moaned at his words. Straight up moaned. His grip on Jake's hip tightened, his other hand catching Jake's wrist and bringing his palm to his lips, leaving butterfly kisses all over it.
"You're begging now? Oh you're such a good boy for me Jake" Heeseung whispered, lifting himself up, his face getting closer to Jake's, their noses brushing. Jake leaned in, their lips connecting in a soft, you could say sweet kiss. So different from the one they shared just moments earlier. Like they were pouring not only their desires into it, but also their hearts.
"Do you want to keep going?" Heeseung asked after he pulled away, his face still close to Jake's, his eyes dark and so full of care.
Jake nodded. He wanted to cry. Not because he didn't want this. Because Heeseung looked at him with so much hidden behind his eyes that it made his fragile heart so overwhelmed.
"Words baby" Heeseung whispered, his thumb resting on Jake's bottom lip.
"Yes Hee.. please" Jake said his voice so quiet, cheeks warm.
Heeseung caressed his cheekbone softly "Okay.. I-yeah" he gave Jake a crooked smile, before pecking his lips one last time and getting down on his knees.
Jake's breath got caught in his throat. The image in front of him was out of this world. Heeseung, kneeling, his face flushed, hair messy, lips wet, eyes locked on him. He confidently caught Jake's belt and unbuckled it. He hooked his fingers in his pants pulling them down, leaving him in boxers only. He looked up at Jake, who was watching him with his lips parted. Heeseung shot him a playful smirk. He teased the skin on Jake's lower stomach, right above his waistband "I kept my promise"
"About what?" Jake asked, biting his lip at the tension.
"Making you feel good tonight" Heeseung smirked again, his fingers hanging loose in Jake's boxers waistband "No one will ever make you feel better baby" He pulled down Jake's boxers in one quick move, revealing Jake's now fully hard cock. It was slick with precum, burning red, aching for pleasure. For Heeseung.
Jake gapsed as the cold air suddenly hit him. Heeseung, on the other hand, bit his lips not to moan at the sight. He placed his hands on Jake's hips and slowly leaned in, his tongue moving from Jake's base up to his head, his lips closing around it, starting to suck slowly.
Jake shut his eyes and threw his head back. Heeseung had barely touched him, but the pleasure he caused was already unbearable.
"Hey baby look at me" Heeseung said his grip around Jake's hip tightening. Jake looked down at him and gasped. Heeseung's eyes were hungry, locked on his "I want to see your pretty face when you cum"
Jake bit his lips. Heeseung's words only turning him on even more. His hips slightly bucked forward on their own, his body begging to be touched "I pull away for one second and you're already aching for me?" Heeseung chuckled "Don't worry, I love it when you're eager. Makes me want you even more." He lowered his head again, his hot breath ghosting over Jake's cock. "Remember, eyes on me"
And he took him. All the way down, till his nose touched Jake's stomach and his cock hit the back of his throat. His eyes on Jake's the whole time.
Jake fought the urge to throw his head back again, close his eyes, anything. But he kept his eyes on Heeseung, couldn't look away. He let out a loud moan, tears forming in his eyes. He tangled his fingers in Heeseung's hair to have something to hold onto. And to pull him down even more.
When Jake's legs stopped shaking, Heeseung started moving. Slow, almost completely letting go, just to slam Jake's cock down his throat again. Jake whimpered at every move Heeseung made. His tongue working on his head every time he pulled back, his lips sucking him so good, his nails digging into his thighs. Jake was such a mess for him.
Heeseung fastened his moves, his head bobbing up and down, salvia mixed with precum dripping down his chin, eyes still fixated on Jake.
A loud broken sound slipped from Jake's lips as Heeseung hollowed his cheekbones, touching every nerve of his throbbing cock.
It all felt so good. Too good. It's not like he hadn't done this before. It was just that this time it was different. Because it was with Heeseung. And to Jake's surprise, he was incredible at giving head. He wondered where had he gotten all the experience.
Jake felt warmth down in his stomach, and a knot that could untie any time now. Every pull of Heeseung's mouth brought him closer to the edge.
"Hee- I'm close" he managed to say between the gasps. Heeseung smirked on his cock and pulled away slightly.
"Come for me baby, I want to see you fall apart under me" Heeseung's voice dripping with desire. Desire to see Jake being overtaken by pleasure, to wreck him completely.
Heeseung came back down to working on Jake's length. His mouth sucking every inch precisely, his throat tightening just right. Cries leaving Jake's parted lips. He bucked his hips forward, feeling his orgasm being dangerously close.
Heeseung's dark eyes looked watched him. Heeseung swore he could cum himself just from watching Jake like this.
Heeseung's hand traveled to Jake's lower stomach, right where his arousal was gathered. He pressed it firmly and that's what undid Jake.
He came with a loud moan, his head hitting the wall, back arching, muscles twitching, hips buried in Heeseung's face, cock still in his mouth.
Heeseung swallowed all of Jake's cum, he sucked untill every last drop of it was gone, until Jake was shaking and whimpering with overstimulation.
He let go of Jake with a pop, his head rested against Jake's thigh, breath ragged. He could feel his own cock throbbing in his pants.
Jake's legs were shaking, his chest moving up and down heavily, gasps still leaving his lips. His mind was a blur. What has just happened. Heeseung and him had just... How was he supposed to move on from that?
"You were so good baby... so good just for me.." Heeseung whispered, looking up at Jake. His lips leaving delicate kisses on Jake's thighs. "You look so beautiful like this you know? So ruined, just because of my mouth... I want to see you like this forever" He slowly got up from his knees, his hand caressing Jake's cheek, his eyes so tender looking into Jake's. Jake thought he was about to melt.
Heeseung connected their lips in a slow, almost lazy kiss. Jake could taste himself on Heeseung's lips, and it would be a lie if he said it didn't turn him on. Especially when Heeseung's clothed hard-on was pressed against him.
Heeseung pulled away and rested his forehead against Jake's. "I can't resist you baby.. I swear you're the best thing that has ever happened to me" he whispered near Jake's ear, sending shivers down his spine. "I want you so so bad..." he placed his hands on Jake's waist, pulling him in almost greedily. Heeseung's breath hot and shaky against Jake's ear. Jake bit his lip not to do anything pathetic again, but it was so hard when Heeseung was acting like this. "You don't know how long I resisted..." he bit Jake's earlobe, making him whimper quietly. "That's why I'm not done with you yet pretty"
The older boy pulled Jake off the wall and leaded him backwards, until his knees hit the edge of the bed. Heeseung helped him get on it, taking the clothes he had left off him. He climbed after Jake, trapping his hips with his knees, leaving open mouth kisses and ocasional swollen marks all over his chest.
Jake felt himself giving into the pleasure again. He was a whimpering mess under him, his cock registering Heeseung's every touch.
"Hee- wait" Jake stammered. Heeseung's eyes shot up at him, fear of doing something wrong or crossing the line hiding behind them.
"What is it Jaeyunie? Do you want to stop?" Heeseung asked, his voice suddenly dripping with sweetness and care, so different from the one he used just minutes ago. He pulled away from Jake's skin, his hand caressing his arm calmly.
"No it's just- I'm naked and you're fully clothed... it's kinda embarrassing..." Jake whispered looking down shyly.
"Oh baby" Heeseung chuckled, his hands landing on Jake's cheeks instantly. "Look at me. You're the most beautiful thing walking on this Earth you've got nothing to be embarassed for" he said leaving kisses all over Jake's face, making him laugh. "But if you wanna see my body so bad" he pulled away taking his shirt of gracefully "Your wish is my command"
Jake's heart had stopped for the hundredth time that night. Saying Heeseung was beautiful would be an understatement. He was other-worldy. His toned abs, muscular arms, skin slik with sweat. How could he hide all that under a hoodie? "Oh my god"
Heeseung grinned, he lifted himself up a little to take of his pants. Jake watched his every move like he was hypnotized. He licked his lips, as Heeseung uncovered his legs. So perfect in every way.
"You like what you see?" Heeseung asked playfully, leaning in, his lips brushing Jake's.
"Very much" Jake murmed, pulling Heeseung in by his hair. Air shifted between them again.
Their kiss was more heated than before, their erections back at their places. Jake kept pulling on Heeseung's hair earning a moan every time. The sound was so addicting, he should get it recorded. Their tongues explored each others mouth, tasting every inch, teeth clashing, drool dripping.
Heeseung pulled away first, a string of salvia hanging between their lips. He gapsed for air, his hand resting on Jake's chest. His skin was flushed, eyes dark, looking up and down Jake's body. Jake blushed at that, he felt so naked in every way beneath Heeseung.
"Jake I swear to god..." he gasped, kissing the corner of Jake's mouth hungrily "You know how long I dreamed of this? Of you?" he groaned against Jake's cheek "When I saw you at the concert today, in that fuckass shirt that hangs off your shoulder- I wanted to take you right there, make them watch, show how much I craved you..." Heeseung bit on Jake's adam's apple, leaving a huge swollen bruise, making sure everyone would see it the next day.
Heeseung looked back at Jake's face again, his eyes shining in the dim light, messy hair falling onto his temples. "Gosh look at you baby... how could you be this perfect?" Heeseung said, his voice so raw it broke on the edges, his finger landing on Jake's bottom lip. "Can I make you mine tonight?"
Jake groaned, his whole body in heat again "Please... you already did"
Heeseung smirked and breathed a quiet 'Right'. He looked deep into Jake's eyes before whimpering "Then take me like a good boy you are" he pushed his index finger into Jake's mouth.
Jake gasped a little taken aback, feeling Heeseung's finger land on his tongue, such a strange feeling, but it turned him on anyway. He started sucking, slow, his tongue swirlling around it, teeth grazing. Heeseung watched him like he had gone mad, his eyes black, lips letting out small moans. Jake felt proud seeing the older boy so pleasured. So he kept going. Salvia dripping down his chin, bobbing his head to add more friction. Heeseung put in another finger, watching Jake as if he was something devine.
After some time, when Jake's lips were already swollen from sucking, Heeseung pulled his fingers out. Jake pouted, leaning forward to reach for them again. Heeseung pushed him back down on the bed and smirked "You liked that puppy?" Jake nodded eagerly "Gonna give you more next time... now these fingers gotta work somewhere else"
Jake whimpered. Heeseung circled his fingers around Jake's hole, teasing it. He slowly pushed it inside, making Jake arch his back off the bed and moan loudly "You're doing so well baby" he whispered, pushing it deeper, down to his knuckles. He started moving it, almost sending Jake over the edge.
Jake gripped Heeseung's shoulder, nails digging into his skin. Heeseung added another finger, scissoring them, stretching Jake out firmly. He curled his fingers and that's when he hit that spot. Jake cried out a throaty moan, biting the pillow next to his head "Hee- oh god" he gasped "Do it again please..."
Heeseung smirked and did as Jake pleased, sending another wave of pleasure through his body. Jake was nothing but a moaning, leaking mess under him. His cock hard and swollen against his stomatch, toes curling, nails leaving red scratches down Heeseung's back. So fucking perfect.
Heeseung fastened his pace, matching it with Jake, who was moving his hips uncontrolably. "Look at you Jake... so wrecked for me, fucking on my fingers, stretched on your own spit. So pathetic." Heeseung growled "But so mine. And that's why I won't let yoh finish like this." he pulled out his fingers in one move.
Jake cried out at the sudden loss of contact. He gripped Heeseung tighter, tried to bring him back down, but Heeseung had already got up, towering over him. His fingers hooked in his boxers waistband.
Oh god he was going to do it.
Jake looked down at his soaked boxers and then back at his face, biting his lips. So ready, so eager.
Heeseung shot him a smile. "See what you've done to me" he grabbed Jake's wrist and put his hand on his clothed length "Feel it"
Jake choked on a breath, feeling Heeseung's wetness under his fingertips. He palmed him slowly, almost hesitantly. Heeseung gasped, gritting his teeth hard. But Jake noticed the flinch, the way his knees shook.
"Don't be shy baby... take them off" Heeseung whispered, his hand resting on Jake's head, fingers brushing through his hair softly.
Jake blushed at his words. Fingers hooked in Heeseung's boxers, eyes looking for him as if waiting for permission. The older man just nodded, his lips parted, anticipation visible on his face. Jake pulled the last piece of Heeseung's clothing down, revealing his cock. Jake almost moaned at the sight. It was so big, Jake didn't know if he could take it. Where was Heeseung hiding it for all those years?
Jake's hand reached for Heeseung, but before he could even touch him, he was gone.
Heeseung sat between Jake's legs, spreading them open wide. Jake's cheek flushed again, making Heeseung chuckle. Heeseung seated himself on his heels, hands grabbing Jake's legs and bending them slightly. He leaned in to connect his and Jake's lips in another quick, but heated kiss. "You ready babe?"
Jake looked into his eyes and whispered "Yes please Hee" earning another peck on the lips. Heeseung placed his big hands on Jake's hips, grounding him.
"It might hurt a little" he whispered, lining himself infront of Jake's hole. Jake groaned feeling Heeseung's tip rub against him.
Heeseung looked into Jake's eyes with that look again. So full of everything. And then he thrusted himself into Jake, only a half of his length first. But it was enough to make Jake shut his eyes and cry out "Hee-"
"Shhh you can take it baby" Heeseung whispered as he pushed himself deeper into Jake, till he was fully inside.
Tears formed in Jake's eyes as Heeseung tore him apart. The older boy didn't move st first, giving Jake time to adjust. He caressed his tear stained cheeks with his thumb softly "You're so fucking tight Jake... but you're taking me so well.. you're such a good boy you know?" he whispered brushing his hair off his forehead.
After a while he moved. Slow at first. Every move making Jake moan loudly, Heeseung was sure the whole floor could hear them. He pulled out almost completly, making Jake whimper and buck his hips down for some firction, only to slam back into him. Hard. He picked up his pace, going in and out Jake, almost making him see the stars.
The initial pain quickly became a pleasure. It was out of this world. Jake thought Heeseung's fingers were good, but oh his cock. It was almost euphoric.
Jake wrapped his legs around Heeseung's waist, his hands landing on his back, painting it red again.
Heeseung only got faster and more precise. Every move aimed right, searching for Jake's sweet spot. Heeseung's mouth found Jake's neck, biting on it, only adding heat to the fire between them. Sounds leaving Jake's lips only getting louder, surely ruining their reputation among all the hotel guests.
When Jake threw his head back against pillows uncontrolably and cried out Heeseung's name, that's when Heeseung knew he found it. The spot. He shifted to aim his thrust there.
Jake cried. Screamed. Whimpered. Everything. Words leaving his lips not making any sense, lost between pleas and 'Hee's'. His mind and body focused on one thing. Heeseung slamming in and out of Jake, pleasuring him, kissing him. It was just Heeseung.
Jake's hips matched Heeseung's pace, grinding down right when Heeseung was thrusting back into him. It was unnaturally wonderful.
"Hee-ahh!" Jake cried out as Heeseung caught his cock in hand, moving it up and down. Jake arched his back off the bed and dig his fingers so deep into Heeseung's back he was sure it started bleeding. He could feel his orgasm building up down in his stomach again. "I'm close- Hee please" he pleaded.
Heeseung smirked and tightened his grip on Jake's cock, pressing his thumb flat against his tip. Tears rolled down Jake's cheeks "Hee please let me come- please"
"Not until you tell me who's the only one who can make you feel this good" Heeseung growled, his voice possessive. He slid out of Jake fully making him whimper at the sudden cold, just to slam back into him with so much force Jake almost twisted his neck back tilting it back.
"Heeseung please- I need to come please" Jake begged, his cheeks flushed, skin dripping with sweat, voice broken.
"Baby you need to answer me" Heeseung whispered rolling his hips against Jake's only edging him more.
"It's you Heeseung- since the day we met- It has always been you - please Hee I can't take it anymore" Jake cried. His voice was cracking after every word. Heeseung was killing him. And saving him at the same time.
Heeseung groaned at Jake's words, biting on his earlobe "I love hearing it fall from your lips baby. You are mine, only I can make you feel this good" Heeseung whispered and Jake nodded back desperately "You look so pretty when you cry you know? I could wreck you like this everyday just to see those beautiful tears"
"Now come baby, let me see how good you feel" Heeseung groaned, letting go of Jake's cock. Jake hissed at the loss of contact, gasping in relief. Heeseung fastened his moves again, now his only aim being making Jake come. He gripped his hips tighter and locked his eyes on Jake's. Wanting to witness the exact moment he falls apart.
And it didn't take long. After a few seconds, Jake came all over his stomach, back arching off bed, eyes shut, screaming Heeseung's name. The scene almost making Heeseung faint.
He thrusted into Jake's overstimulated body a few more times, before finishing himself, buried deep inside Jake. He bit on Jake's neck riding out his high, until his tired body fell onto Jake's.
Jake was out of breath. He was panting, his heart was racing, black spots before his eyes. To say he was pleased wouldn't be enough. He felt like he just lived through the best moment of his life.
After a minute Heeseung slowly pulled out, Jake gasping at the empty feeling. He leaned down and licked Jake's stomach clean from his cum, which to be honest, quite turned Jake on. He then laid himself next to Jake, wrapping his arms around him, pulling him into his chest. He threw a blanket over their bodies. The material sticking to their wet skin making it a little uncomfortable, but none of them bothered to move.
Silence filled the room, only their uneven breaths being hearable. After the shock wave went through Jake's body, a worry started to build up inside him. What if it didn't mean anything to Heeseung? What if it was just for pleasure? So many questions, that only the man next to him could answer. The man he had just made out and fucked with. The man that called him baby and ruined him. It couldn't mean nothing right?
He didn't want to ruin the moment but the anxiety was killing him again. After what they just did they couldn't get more intimate, so why not be straightforward.
"Hee?" Jake asked quietly, afraid that Heeseung had fallen alseep already.
"Hm, what's up baby?" Heeseung whispered, smile hearable in his voice.
Baby.
So Jake hadn't imagined it. It had been real and still was very much so.
"Was it true? Everything you said about wanting me?" Jake looked away, embarassed by his own questions.
"Hey look at me" Heeseung said turning Jake's head by his chin to make him look at him "Jaeyunie" he kissed his nose softly "Remeber when you walked into the company for the first time? You were so lost weren't you? You didn't even know what you were supposed to do there. I saw you standing by that coffee machine, looking around in fear as if someone was going to jump you from around the corner"
Jake chuckled. He remembered it very clearly. Their first meeting ever.
"I approached you and you almost jumped when I said hi, and then you proceeded to bow for like ten seconds" Heeseung's hair brushed through Jake's hair "I thought this boy is kinda weird but he's also very cute. I wanted to talk to you, but you were so scared and that made me fall for you even more. When we were finally in a group together I tried to hide how much I like you, tried not to spend every second possible by your side. But it was so hard when you were everything I could think about" Heeseung's breath hitched, his eyes glossy, but he chuckled anyways "I thought I was wrong for liking you like that. But then I noticed the change in you. The way you looked at me, it was how I looked at you. I was sure my feelings were mutal, until you started to cut me out. I didn't understand it at first, but now I know that you were as frightened as me. Hell, I still am. I didn't expect it to escalate this far. When I was buying that coffee I thought it was just a little crush." Heeseung gave Jake a crooked smile, a single tear running down his cheek. Jake whiped it with his thumb, his own eyes getting teary.
"So yeah Jaeyunie, I hope you've figured by now that I love you very much, and I always will" Heeseung whispered laughing through tears.
Jake started sobbing himself. He was feeling so much. All the years of hididng his emotions, looks that said more than words, quiet nights together. It was mutal all this time. Heeseung have loved him, and he loves him now, as much as Jake loves him. He cried harder. He was so relieved, happy and overwhelmed at the same time.
Heeseung pulled him closer, kissing the top of his head fondly "I love you so much baby"
Jake looked up at him and caressed his cheek softly. All the feelings finally not hiding just behind his eyes. He could say it.
"I love you too Heeseung, very much" Jake said, his voice breaking a little. The confession sounding so bitter-sweet "I though I was broken for loving you, I tried to fix it so hard I didn't notice you felt the same way. I was so stupid I'm sorry" Jake sobbed "I hurt you so many times and you still stayed, I pushed you away and you still wanted me. I'm sorry Hee" Jake hid his face in Heeseung's neck.
Heeseung's grip on the younger boy tightened, he kissed his temple "Jake baby you don't have to apologize for anything. You were afraid. It's not your fault." Heeseung tilted Jake's head so he could face him "You never did anything wrong. I love you, this is all that matters okay?"
Jake nodded faintly, his tears slowly stopping to fall "I just love you so much Hee, my heart can't take it" he whispered, chuckling quietly.
Heeseung smiled and connected their lips. The kiss was slow and sweet. It contained all the emotions they both had bottled up for so long. And that they could finally let out.
After a while they pulled away, leaning foreheads against each other. Their bodies tangled, warmth spreading through them, eyes sparkling in the moonlight.
"How is it gonna be?" Jake asked. He was still full of worry and fear. Their love wasn't conventional. It wasn't going to be easy. But with Heeseung beside him, it suddenly didn't seem that bad.
"I don't know. I just know that I wanna be with you, and that I love you" Heeseung said with a smile, stealing a kiss from Jake's lips again.
Jake chuckled and shook his head "You said it like ten times in a spare of five minutes"
Heeseung grinned proudly "And I'm gonna say it even more, gotta make up for the last five years" he kissed his nose, his fingertips drawing soft shapes on Jake's back "I love you."
Jake smiled. He was melting. He was about to cry again because of how happy he was. It was all he truly ever dreamed of. Heeseung.
"I love you more." Jake said, kissing Heeseung's neck delicately.
"Oh so it is a competition now? I love you even more" Heeseung said back, kissing the spot behind Jake's ear.
"No, I love you more." Jake chuckled, kissing Heeseung again.
"No, I love you the most Jaeyunie."
And like this they fell asleep. They didn't know what was waiting for them tomorrow. But one thing they were sure of was that they were they were in love. And that's why they were going to be alright.
heejake audio
minors DNI
contains moans, whimpering, wet noises(?) . . .
dom!heeseung x sub!jake — requested ♡
a nightly tradition they'd do after eating ramen together.
dom!hee x sub!jake
⋆. 𐙚 ˚their nightly tradition after eating ramen. ⋆. 𐙚 ˚
hello i always love reading heejake fanfics so i was like why not make one ?! 🤬
warnings: smut, MDNI, degrading, choking, pet names (puppy, baby, etc), blowjob, spanking, unprotected sex (nono), “punishing”, size kink, jake is a little bratty :p, big dick hee, hair pulling, nipple play
kai’s notes: yes i made this on 10% and yes this is my second post today i just love making these :p
heeseung waited in his apartment, the ramen already ready for both of them. he couldn’t stop thinking about what they would do after eating the ramen. his thought bubble suddenly got bursted by the soft knocks on the door from jake. “heeseung? are you in there?”
heeseung immediately got up, opening the door for jake.
jake entered the apartment, the smell of ramen filling his senses. heeseung looked at him up and down, licking his lips.
“come on, puppy, let’s go have our ramen, hmm?”
jake blushed at the pet name, but liked it anyways. he nodded and followed heeseung.
they sat down at the couch, eating their ramen, watching a movie, almost like a normal couples date. except.. they would have fun afterwards. lots of fun.
they finished eating their ramen, both of them peacefully watching the movie now. jake laid his head on heeseungs shoulder, completely comfortable with the position.
heeseung caressed jake’s hair soothingly, anticipating what would happen after the movie. jake would talk about the movie at some points but the only thing that heeseung cared about was what they would do soon.
jake suddenly snapped his fingers in front of heeseungs face, wanting heeseung to listen to him. “heeseung, what’s on your mind? you seem distracted.”
heeseung smirked at him while jake was completely confused. heeseung leaned down to his ear and whispered-
“our tradition after we eat ramen, jakey.”
jake gasped, almost forgetting about their tradition. his face became a deep red, extremely flustered from what he said. his breath hitched, the only thing he was able to say was heeseungs name.
“h-heeseung..”
heeseung pulled jake onto his lap, his intentions clear- he wanted to take jake right there and then. “did you forget, baby? you’ll get punished for that.”
heeseung had always liked the idea of punishing jake even for the smallest things like going out with someone that isn’t him, flirting with others, and other things like that. his punishments were always rough. he never showed jake any mercy.
heeseung kissed jake softly at first, but then kissed him again roughly, almost as if foreshadowing his punishment. jake moaned softly into the kiss, while heeseung devoured his moans. heeseung slightly lifted jake’s shirt, pinching his small waist and running his hands up and down on his body. “youre so small jake.. so small for me to break.”
jake loved the idea of his hyung punishing him for things like this, that’s why he would always be such a brat whenever it would come to hee. jake loved heeseungs hands on him. there had always been a size difference between them. heeseung was significantly bigger while jake was smaller and easier to manhandle. jake always had a little bit of brattiness in him just to get dominated by heeseung in bed. it made him crazy.
jake wrapped his arms around heeseungs neck, rubbing against him with desperate need in his eyes. heeseung groaned at him rubbing against him. “brat.” heeseung gripped jake’s waist tightly, leaving red handprints on his bare skin. suddenly, he pulled off jake’s shirt.
jake gasped, but wasn’t satisfied enough. “you can do better, heeseung.” and with that, heeseung completely snapped, picking jake up and carrying him to the bedroom, he kicked the door open and threw jake onto the bed roughly, close the door shut behind him and towering over him. “i’ll show you better, puppy.”
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soon after, jake was bent over heeseungs lap, his pants pulled down enough to show his ass. jake cried out with every spank that came down on his ass. “you’re such a bad boy jake.. such a slutty brat.” every slap got rougher, every slap leaving a horrible sting. heeseung switched every slap, giving both cheeks the same treatments. by the tenth spank, jake was only a sobbing mess. “heeseung! please! i’m sorry!”
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“fucking hell, heeseung!”
jake moaned loudly as heeseung pounded into him with an unforgiving pace. heeseung grunted while jake let out pretty little moans.
“you’re so fucking big!” jake gripped the sheets tightly as heeseung showed jake absolutely no mercy, his face a mess with tears and drool. heeseung grabbed a fistful of jake’s hair roughly, claiming him there too. jake’s eyes rolled to the back of his head, too lost in the pleasure to say anything now. he was just a moaning and whimpering mess. heeseung caressed jake’s stomach, feeling the imprint of his big dick. he groaned, loving breaking jake in. “you were made for me to break.” heeseung grabbed jake’s neck, choking him slightly, just to prove who’s in charge.
jake trembled like a leaf, close to his orgasm, but heeseung was nowhere close to being done with jake. heeeung twisted and pinched jake’s nipples repeatedly, overstimulating him. “heeseung! please! let me cum!” heeseung was close to his orgasm too, his hips stuttering. soon after, they both came at the same time. heeseung pulled out slowly, watching his cum flow out. he flipped jake onto his back, admiring his blissed out face.
“daddy needs his dick cleaned now.”
jake scrambled to get on his knees, eager to suck him off. he opened his mouth, his tongue sticking out eagerly, the tears on his tears still drying on his face from the earlier session. “please.. daddy, let me clean you up..” heeseung loved the sight of jake on his knees for him. heeseung stroked himself lazily and smacked his dick on jake’s tongue.
jake’s eyes widened slightly, loving the sensations. he took heeseungs dick into his mouth, hollowing his cheeks out and swirling his tongue around his dick. “ffucckk.. that’s a good boy..” jake deepthroated him, tears welling in his eyes but doing anything to please hee. heeseung grabbed a fistful of his hair again and started thrusting into his mouth roughly.
jake moaned around his dick, the extra sensations driving heeseung crazy, making him thrust even faster. jake choked, but he didn’t care. heeseung suddenly came down his throat with no warning. “swallow it, jake.”
jake obeyed him and swallowed. heeseung pulled jake up for a deep kiss, though jake’s legs were shaky from the intense fucking and kneeling. heeseung was a bit more careful with him now that jake was sensitive, leaving kisses all over his face.
“let’s get you cleaned up baby..” heeseung said as he glanced at jake’s wrecked form. jake was still trying to catch his breath. jake managed to say in broken breaths: “i love you..” heeseungs eyes softened with affection at his confession, his heart swelling even after the intense session. “i love you too, my puppy.”
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CTRL + REPLAY - Lee Heeseung and Sim Jaeyun
a/n: based on an ask I received a few weeks ago. I couldn't NOT write it. I had the ending differenct which included a hidden camera but I was too burnt out to add it. maybe if I get enough requests for part 2, I'll do it hehe
cw: explicit sexual content, parasocial obsession, identity fixation, silicone doll usage, intense filthy dialogue, and delusional possession themes, reader is a camgirl. heejake are twisted pervs esp heeseung. kinda dom hee, subby jake.
wc: 10k!!????
The stream begins.
And in an instant, the room falls into reverent stillness—hushed and holy, like a church at midnight. No flicker of breath, no idle movement dares disturb the air. Shadows cling thick to the walls, and dust hangs motionless in the amber wash of a single desk lamp left burning. Time itself pauses.
Heeseung and Jake sit in the dark, their faces lit by the glow of Heeseung's laptop.
Nothing else exists—no ticking clock, no weight of the hour, no sour trace of sweat and lube soaked into the cushions beneath them. The blinds remain unopened, slanted bars of light and shadow slicing across the floor in mute disarray. Outside, the world might burn or bloom and they wouldn’t know. Wouldn’t care.
Because it is you.
You, and the glow of the screen... no, not just a screen, but a shrine. And on it, you, as though divinity herself had been spun in sin and silk and summoned into pixels. A vision carved out of light, lacquered in sweat and desire. Your movements; slow, deliberate, hypnotic. Your skin, a siren’s altar and your gaze, molten, unwavering, laced with invitation.
Jake inhales, sharp and low. Heeseung swallows like the air’s gone thick. Reverence and unadulterated desire seeps into their spines like heat from a flame. The silence is no longer silence, not truly—it hums, charged, like the static before a storm. Their hands twitch, still resting on thighs, unmoving yet trembling with restraint. The worship has begun.
And in that room, in that moment, nothing is more real than you.
There you are, bright and obscene, heavenly and unholy, lighting up their world as if pleasure itself had taken human form and decided to speak only to them.
You hum softly, a melodic little thing, barely audible above the quiet buzz of the stream. It’s casual, unbothered, the kind of sound someone might make when tidying up their space. Your fingers reach up to adjust the angle of the camera, and the image shudders slightly and then finally steadies. The frame sharpening and the camera getting into focus.
Your thighs come into view first, bare, smooth, glinting with the faint sheen of moisturizer or anticipation. No lace, no silk, no barrier tonight. The absence is louder than anything you could’ve worn. It’s intentional and intimate. A whisper of invitation.
Jake makes a sound like he’s been punched in the gut.
His mouth parts before he can stop it, a breathless exhale dragging from his throat. His knuckles whiten where they grip the edge of the couch, tension lining every muscle beneath his hoodie.
“Fuck—fuck, look at her,” he whispers, awestruck. His voice fractures around the words. “She looks softer today. She curled her hair.”
It’s a small observation, but it lands heavy. Weighted with longing, with the ache of being known and knowing nothing in return. That you’d take the time, the care, to present this version of yourself—it guts him.
Beside him, Heeseung doesn’t move. Doesn’t speak at first.
His cock lies thick and waiting in his palm, the pressure of arousal coiled but untouched. His eyes, obsidian and sharp, are fixed on the screen with the intensity of a man witnessing an eclipse. There’s no slack in his expression, no give in his jaw. Just focus. Hunger, deep and patient.
“She knows we’re watching,” he mutters finally, voice low and rough, like gravel over silk. “She always does.”
It isn’t a compliment.
It’s a truth. A confession. Or so he believes.
Because there’s something about you, an awareness that lingers behind your gaze, in the tilt of your head, in the slow, practiced elegance of every movement. Not performative. Present. Like you can feel their eyes on you as tangibly as hands. Like you lean into it.
And they lean back, helpless, caught in the ritual.
You smile at something unheard, unspoken. The light catches the curve of your shoulder, the line of your collarbone. Everything about you feels deliberate, but never forced.
In the soft blush of your room—washed in cotton-candy pink light and shadow that clings like silk—you tilt your head toward the camera. The smile that curves your lips is sweet, syrupy, but it hides a blade beneath the sugar. A trap, spun with ribbons and teeth.
Your voice drips through the speakers like nectar laced with venom.
“Missed me?”
The words are simple, almost playful. But in this room, in this moment, they hang on to every word. So gone that the thought of the reality, that you are entertaining thousands of other viewers, is absolutely painful, something they choose to ignore. To not believe.
Jake exhales like you’ve breathed his name instead of a question. His eyes flutter half-shut, lashes trembling. He leans forward, ever so slightly, as though the screen might give if he just wills himself close enough.
“Every fucking second—” he whispers, raw and aching.
But Heeseung cuts through the haze like a knife dipped in ice.
“She’s not talking to you,” he says, voice low and clipped, not bothering to glance Jake’s way. “She’s talking to me. She always says it like that when she wants my attention.”
The weight of his certainty is damning. Not pride. Possession.
Jake flinches, but not enough to retreat. His jaw clenches, and his hand, defiant and needy, slips under the waistband of his sweats. He doesn’t ask permission. He doesn’t apologize.
Heeseung doesn’t stop him. Doesn’t need to.
Because on the screen, you move.
First your fingers... graceful, familiar, deliberate. They skim along the soft swell of your stomach, trace the curve of your inner thigh, ghost over your slit like you’re painting a prayer onto yourself. Slow, tender strokes. The kind you’d give a lover at the altar. The kind meant to be watched.
Worshipped.
And they are.
Both men, silent now, locked in their own orbit of want and restraint, eyes drinking in every flicker of you. Every breath. Every flutter of your lashes.
You speak again, voice thinner this time, breathier, threaded with anticipation, like heat pooling beneath the surface.
“Hope you’re watching close tonight,” you murmur, the words trembling at the edges. “I’m gonna show you everything. Just for you.”
Heeseung’s fingers tighten reflexively around his cock, still unmoving, but thrumming with the weight of control. Jake’s breath has gone shallow, fevered, each exhale a plea wrapped in silence. Neither blinks. Neither speaks.
Who you meant? That’s the question. But the answer doesn't matter anymore.
Not when both believe it’s them.
And on screen, your eyes gleam with something playful , something promising. At least that's what they think. To Jake and Heeseung, it's not entertainment, it's not an act.
Jake’s voice shatters in the hush, fragile as a porcelain cup dropped from trembling hands.
“I love her,” he breathes, and it’s not a confession—it’s a collapse. “She doesn’t even know what she does to me. I’d give her fucking everything.”
His words hang there, raw and open, as though saying them aloud might lessen their weight. They don’t. They only thicken the air. Only tighten the ache.
And that’s when Heeseung moves. Silent. Controlled. Like he’s been waiting for this very moment.
He leans forward without a glance at Jake, expression unreadable, and reaches beneath the couch with unhurried precision. There’s a faint sound—something soft, something obscene. Silk dragging across carpet. Jake’s breath catches in his throat.
Then he sees it.
And the breath doesn’t come back.
The thing Heeseung draws out isn’t a toy. It isn’t crude or obvious. No—what he reveals is something else entirely.
It’s you.
Down to the smallest, most impossible detail. Hair the exact shade you wore last week, curled just the way Jake noticed tonight. Eyes made of glass, yes, but unnervingly familiar, matched from high-resolution snapshots quietly harvested from your Instagram over time. A tiny, near-invisible birthmark, delicately painted on the inner thigh. Silicone flesh molded into the exact curves of your body, the subtle rise of your stomach, the dip of your collarbone.
Your mouth. Your cunt. Your chest. All perfect.
All replicated with clinical devotion.
Jake chokes on a sound between a gasp and a sob. His hands go slack, forgotten. “You brought her out,” he says hoarsely, not even sure who he’s accusing.
Heeseung says nothing at first.
Instead, with a kind of reverence that feels obscene, he lays the doll onto the couch between them. Gentle, like it’s something alive. Something sacred. He smooths a lock of synthetic hair away from its glassy eyes, fingers slow and affectionate.
“She needs to be here tonight,” he murmurs, like it’s obvious. Like this was always part of the ritual. “It’s her special stream.”
His voice is calm. Steady.
Jake can’t look away. The air buzzes. On the screen, you’re moaning now; sweet, high, drawn-out sounds as your fingers slide deeper, the camera catching every slick movement, every shiver.
But beside him, the other you stares back with painted lashes and silent lips parted just so.
Between the screen and the silicone—one real, one unreal—they’re both drowning.
And Heeseung? He’s only just begun.
Jake crawls forward on all fours, slow and mindless, like a supplicant approaching the altar. The light from the screen splashes across his face in feverish pinks and oranges, casting long shadows under his eyes. He looks bewitched. Hollowed out. Starved.
On the screen, you giggle.
It’s soft, girlish and carefree in a way that feels cruel in contrast to the ruin in the room. You rise onto your knees, shirt riding up, and then higher until your breasts spill free, full and flushed, bouncing softly as you shift. The camera wobbles slightly as you reposition, but your voice doesn’t falter.
“Wanna see me ride tonight?” you purr, biting your lower lip. There’s a hunger in your eyes. Performed or real, it doesn’t matter. It devours them all the same. “I feel so empty. Think I need to be filled.”
A sobbing moan escapes Jake's lips.
It rips out of him like something sacred and broken. His hand works over his cock in frantic, stuttering strokes, sloppy and desperate, like it hurts not to be inside something. Not to be inside you. His eyes shine wet under the low light, red-rimmed and brimming.
“Let me—please, Hee,” he gasps, voice cracking. “Let me use her. I’ll be good. I won’t cum. I swear, I swear—”
Heeseung doesn’t flinch.
Instead, he turns slowly, deliberately, back to the doll, the replica of you, lying so prettily between them, her body gleaming faintly under the low light. He leans in close, lips brushing the silicone ear like he’s telling a secret.
“You hear that, baby?” he murmurs, voice dark silk and rot. Filthy. Intimate. Loving. “He’s begging for your mouth.”
His knuckles brush the synthetic jaw. He tucks a strand of hair back with reverence, like she might thank him for it. Then, finally, he looks at Jake. And the softness is gone.
What’s left is cold. Possessive. A warning carved in ice. “You can use her,” he says, voice flat but thrumming with control. “But you ask her first.”
Silence blooms like heat. Jake freezes, hand suspended, chest heaving. His eyes flick to the doll.
She stares back, blank and perfect. Unblinking. Silent.
But he looks anyway. Because Heeseung told him to. Because Heeseung is watching. Because you might be, too. And for Jake, there’s no longer a line between the real and the unreal. Not anymore.
Just you.
One on screen. One within reach. And both holding him by the throat.
Jake nods, frantic, like a sinner begging the mercy of his god.
He presses his forehead to the doll’s plastic shoulder with trembling reverence, hands gripping her too-gentle frame as if she might vanish if he didn’t anchor her to the earth. His voice is a breathless murmur, spoken into faux skin with the weight of a prayer.
“Please,” he whispers. “Please let me fuck your pretty little mouth, baby. I’ve waited so long. You make me ache. I think about you every night. I dream of you choking on me.”
The doll doesn’t move. Of course she doesn’t.
But Jake does. Guided by madness or faith, or both.
Heeseung watches, wordless, eyes half-lidded, as Jake lines himself up with those glossy, parted lips. He strokes himself in long, unhurried motions, his grip firm and possessive, as though this was all part of the plan. As though he’s watching the climax of something he's orchestrated down to the breath. And then he pushes in.
The sound is instant... slick, wet, deeply obscene. A manufactured throat stretching around the shape of him, molded for it, made for it. His hips stutter, barely able to control the tremor running through him as he begins to thrust, shallow at first, then faster, more erratic.
He fucks the doll’s throat like he’s drowning in the act of it. Face twisted, breath coming in ragged gasps.
“She’d love this,” he pants, eyes wild. “She’d suck me so good. She’d let me come on her tongue. She always says she likes messy finishes—”
“Slower.”
The command slices through the room like glass.
Heeseung’s voice is calm, but his eyes are sharp. Watching everything. Knowing everything. His hand continues its rhythm down the thick line of his cock—measured, steady, never sloppy. Control made flesh.
“Slower,” he repeats, more clipped this time. “She likes control. You’re making her gag.”
Jake whimpers like he's been struck. His hips still, and when he begins to move again, it’s obedient. Gentler. More reverent. A slow drag of flesh against silicone lips, like he’s making love to something holy.
And maybe, to him, he is.
The camera flickers on the screen, your tongue gliding across your fingers, your legs spread wider as you sink deeper onto your own hand. You’re fucking yourself now, softly moaning, eyes half-lidded like you know. Like you feel it too.
And Jake—ruined, trembling, drowning—fucks your replacement with tears in his eyes and your name in his throat.
Heeseung watches it all, smile curling at the edge of his lips.
Jake sobs again, the sound brittle and wrecked.
He slows his hips, trembling with restraint, each movement now a desperate act of obedience. He presses his face into the crook of the doll’s synthetic neck, like hiding might save him from the heat rolling through his spine.
“Sorry,” he gasps, voice breaking like glass underfoot. “Fuck—sorry, baby—I’m just so close—so close—”
The plastic against his skin is unyielding, but in his mind, it’s warm. Breathing. Forgiving.
And on-screen, you’re coming apart.
Your voice rises, soft and aching, strung tight with pleasure. You’re grinding down onto your toy, your slick glistening under the warm pink light, your back arched like a bow pulled taut. Your head thrown back, lips parted in ecstasy.
“I want you to ruin me,” you whisper, breathless, sinful. “You know how to break me open, don’t you?”
The words land like a match in gasoline.
Heeseung doesn’t react outwardly. Not much. Just a flicker of something dark in his gaze. A tightening at the corner of his mouth.
Then, with quiet precision, he spreads the doll’s thighs.
Not with force, but with ceremony, like he’s opening scripture.
His fingers move slowlytwo of them gliding down the synthetic folds between the doll’s legs, lube already slicked across them. He spreads it generously, smearing it with a care that borders on religious.
“You’re dripping for me already, baby,” he murmurs, voice low and shaking with devotion. “So fucking ready. Just like always.”
Jake moans into the doll’s shoulder, shuddering violently.
And then Heeseung finally moves.
In one steady push, he buries himself inside, flesh meeting silicone in a deep, obscene slide that makes Jake sob again. The sound of it... the wet friction, the solid thrust, is vile in its perfection.
Heeseung doesn’t moan.
He breathes deep through his nose, eyes fluttering shut like he’s been waiting for this moment for years.
His hands settle on the doll’s hips, his thumbs stroking slowly over the smooth skin. Gentle. Grounding. Possessive.
On-screen, you gasp. Your hips roll faster, chasing that edge, your fingers slick and gliding. “Yes—yes—just like that,” you cry out. “Break me. Fuck me open.”
And in the room, the two men do exactly that.
One into a mouth that cannot speak and the other into a cunt that cannot feel.
Both convinced you’re watching.
Both convinced they’re the only one you meant.
The couch groans beneath them with every thrust, wood straining beneath the weight of obsession. The air is thick, humid with sweat, lube, breath, and something heavier, more primal. The sound of skin against silicone is relentless, wet and violent, echoing off the walls like a drumbeat in a fevered ritual.
Heeseung’s hips snap forward with ruthless precision, each stroke carving his need deeper. Brutal. Deep. Controlled chaos. His cock drives into the doll’s slick, artificial cunt with a rhythm born of obsession, not pleasure alone.
He grunts with each thrust low, hoarse, filthy.
His voice comes through clenched teeth, frayed and trembling. “You think about us, don’t you?” he snarls. “Even when you’re online. You look at the camera like you know. Like you fucking want us watching.”
Jake is nearly incoherent. His whole body is taut, trembling, face buried against the doll’s plastic shoulder. His cock pulses between synthetic lips, slick and swollen, twitching on the edge.
“I’d ruin every man who’s ever tipped her,” he chokes. “Fuck—Hee, I swear—I’d fucking destroy them—she belongs to us. She’s not for them.”
Heeseung snarls, his eyes snapping to Jake, bright and burning. “Say it louder.”
Jake’s voice rips free, raw and wild. “She’s ours—OURS—fuck—OURS—”
And then, on screen, your body shatters.
You cry out, high and broken, your thighs trembling as your hips buck helplessly. Your back bows. Your toy is soaked. Your face twists in ecstasy, tears slipping down your cheeks from the force of it. Convulsing. Shaking.
And with you, like puppets pulled by the same divine string, they follow.
Jake gasps, a sob turned inside out, cock jerking as he spills down the doll’s throat, still moaning your name like a prayer.
Heeseung’s rhythm falters, just for a beat, then he slams in one final time and stays there, buried to the root, head tipped back as he lets out a guttural, broken sound. His cum fills the doll, warm and thick, dripping out as he finally stills, chest heaving.
The silence stretches long after your stream ends.
Jake lies in a heap on the floor, curled beside the doll like a man mourning something he never truly held. His hand still rests limply on her thigh, his breath stuttering with aftershocks. Heeseung hasn’t moved, still seated, still inside, the doll slumped beneath him like a vessel drained of everything except significance.
The tension in Heeseung's shoulders unwinds slowly, like a predator stretching its limbs after a long, satisfying kill. His hand slides from the doll’s face, down her chest, over the curve of her waist, as if mapping the memory of someone living.
Heeseung finally pulls out, slow and deliberate. The squelch of synthetic suction is obscene, and his cock hangs heavy and wet between his thighs, glistening with lube and cum. The doll leaks between her thighs, glistening and obscene. He wipes himself off with practiced detachment, then tosses the cloth aside like something dead.
Jake doesn't move.
Heeseung watches him for a long moment—eyes narrowed, unreadable.
The room goes quiet. Only the remnants of your soft whimpers from the screen remain echoing in their ears like church bells after war. And in that stillness.. sweat-soaked, heart-pounding, half-mad.. they share a look.
You don’t belong to the world. You never did.
You belong to them.
© hoondrop | 2025
DETENTION.ᐟ
pairing ᝰ.ᐟ teacher heejake x bratty student
warnings ᝰ.ᐟ degradation kink, p in v, fingering, oral (m receiving) etc
natty’s notes ᝰ.ᐟ mdni, hate comments will be deleted.
you've been here before.
not in this exact classroom, not in these exact seats, but in detention? oh yeah. detention and you are well-acquainted, practically best friends at this point. it's almost pathetic how often you end up here, but really―can they blame you? they make it so easy to cause trouble.
except this time, things feel different.
maybe it's because instead of some bored, underpaid teacher barely paying attention to you, you've got mr. sim and mr. lee watching your every move like you're some ticking time bomb.
which, to be fair, you kind of are.
mr. sim jaeyun―the one everyone loves, the "cool" teacher who lets students call him by his first name. he's too soft, you think. it's too easy to get under his skin.
then there's mr. lee heeseung―the strict one. rarely smiles, grades harsher than necessary, has zero patience for bullshit. he should be fun to break.
you lean back in your chair, tapping your pencil against the desk, waiting for one of them to scold you. it doesn't take long.
"you're already testing my patience," heeseung says, not even looking up from the papers he's grading. his voice is smooth, but there's an edge to it, something sharp beneath the calm.
you smirk, shifting in your seat. "let's just get through this hour without any issues, yeah? detention isn't supposed to be fun."
"maybe not for you"
you hear heeseung exhale sharply through his nose. you wonder if you can push him just a little bit more.
but you start with jaeyun, because he's easier.
you stretch dramatically, arms lifting above your head, letting your shirt rise just enough to expose the bare skin of your stomach. not enough to be obvious, just enough to be annoying.
jaeyun's eyes flicker towards you before darting away, jaw tightening. bingo.
"sit properly," he mutters, scribbling something on his clipboard.
you sigh, shifting in your seat, letting your knee bump against the desk. "what, you don't like the view?"
jaeyun's eyes snap to yours. there's something unreadable in his expression, something dark that flickers just for a second before it's gone.
"you're pushing it."
you tilt your head, feigning innocence. "pushing what?"
heeseung finally looks up from his papers, and you're hit with the weight of both their gazes at once. it's intense.
"keep testing us," heeseung murmurs, tapping his pen against the desk.
"see what happens." a thrill runs through your body. you love a challenge.
heeseung is different. colder. sharper. harder to crack. but that just makes it more fun.
you start small―sighing dramatically, shifting in your seat, drumming your fingers against the desk until jaeyun scolds you for the fifth time.
but then, when you're sure heeseung is paying attention, you let your pen roll off the desk and onto the floor.
"oops."
heeseung doesn't move. he just stares at you, waiting.
you blink up at him. "aren't you going to pick it up?"
he scoffs. "you've got hands."
"but you're right there." you pout, tilting your head. "besides, you're the teacher. shouldn't you be helping your students?"
his eyes narrow. "shouldn't you be behaving?"
"depends. what happens if i don't?" you grin, the room completely silent.
the air shifts.
jake sets his clipboard down with a quiet thud. heeseung leans forward, elbows resting on his desk, eyes dark.
at first, they just watch―let you keep pushing, keep teasing, keep testing how far you can go.
but the moment you cross the line―the second you roll your eyes and mutter "you guys are no fun" under your breath―heeseung moves first.
"stand up."
your stomach flips. "why?"
"because i said so."
you glance at jaeyun, expecting him to interfere, but he just leans back in his chair, arms crossed, watching the scene unfold.
your pulse quickens.
slowly, you push back chair and stand.
heeseung follows, stepping around the desk until he's towering over you. you tilt your chin up defiantly, refusing to break eye contact.
"this is cute," he muses. "you think you're in control, don't you?"
you're breath catches.
his callused hand reaches up and his fingers wrap around your throat, a chill runs through your body. the pressure is just enough to make it difficult to breathe, but not enough to completely block off your air supply. you can feel the anger radiating from him as he speaks.
"i'm sick of you acting like a brat, walking around us with no consequences," he growls, grip tightening ever so slightly.
fear grips you like a vice as he towers over you, his rough hands gripping your wrists tightly. you can feel the bruises forming as he leans in closer, his voice a low growl that sends shivers down your spine. despite the fear, a part of you thrills at his dominance and the thought of him controlling you in such a way makes you ache with desire.
"what? can't talk now?" he hisses, his intense gaze locked onto you. as you fixate on heeseung, oblivious to your surroundings, you fail to notice jaeyun creeping up behind you. his rough fingers twirl your hair around as he leans in close, tracing a slow path down your spine and causing shivers to course through your body. "i think she needs to be reminded of her place, heeseung," he growls with dangerous smirk.
the moment hung heavy in the air, crackling with tension and electricity. heeseung's lips crashed onto yours with fervent urgency, his hands gripping your face tightly. jaeyun, standing behind you, placing his hands on your tits; squeezing them harshly as he pressed himself against you. your head was spinning, the heat of their bodies consuming you fully.
you could feel the power surging between them, volatile energy that threatened to consume you whole. you were caught in their embrace, a prisoner to their desires.
but in that moment, as their lips and hands roamed over your body, you felt alive. your sense were on fire, every nerve tingling with pleasure.
the sound of your voice wavered as you begged, "please..."
heeseung's lips trailed down towards your neck, nibbling your skin softly. jaeyun's hands were long and elegant as they tugged at your skirt's waistband, teasingly pulling it down.
"is this what you want, baby?" heeseung whispered in a low, husky voice. your body was already trembling with anticipation and need, your core pulsing for any kind of friction.
with a desperate nod, you gave him permission to continue. jaeyun wasted no time, his hand sliding under your skirt and past the barrier of your panties to touch your dripping arousal. in the meantime, heeseung continued to mark and worship your skin, using it as a canvas for his desires. you could already feel the heat buildling between your bodies, both physically and emotionally, as two men worked together to fulfill your deepest fantasies.
jaeyun's deep chuckle echoes in the small room as he feels the wetness between your legs, his fingers quickly becoming drenched in your juice.
"she's fucking drenched, lee.." he snickers, a mischievous glint in his eyes. you moan softly at the sensation of his skilled fingers playing with your swollen pussy lips, your legs already trembling from the sensitivity.
"you're such a dirty little slut...getting all worked up for your teachers," jaeyun teases, his fingers now gently flicking your engorged clit, sending shivers down your spine and causing your body to shake from pleasure.
"please...d―don't tease me.." you beg, desperate for him to continue and bring you to the brink of ecstasy. your breath comes in short gasps as you try to maintain composure, but it's futile under jaeyun's touch.
heeseung's fingers aggressively unbutton your shirt, his touch rough and almost painful as he plays with your nipple, twisting and pinching it mercilessly. "you're such a fucking slut," he sneers, his voice dripping with disdain. "did you want us to please you so badly that you had to act like a brat?" he takes your breast into his mouth, sucking on it with desperate need.
meanwhile, jaeyung takes advantage of the distraction to plunge two fingers inside of you, your clothes already discarded to give him easy access. "but now she's going to behave for us, right baby?" he taunts, his moans mixing with yours as he thrusts his fingers deeper. tears well up in your eyes from the overwhelming pleasure and pain.
"are you going to be a good girl and listen to us now?" he demands, his tone commanding and dominant. you could only nod in response, completely under their control and at their mercy.
with a groan, heeseung departs from your tits, his fingers fumbling with his pants, as he brings them down along with his boxers; he finally strokes his hard cock in his hand. his dark gaze meets your tear-filled eyes, a cruel smirk on his lips as he guides your head down towards his throbbing cock.
simultaneously, jaeyun moves away from you, removing his fingers from inside you and following heeseung's lead. his hand unbuttons his pants, revealing his own glistening length. he uses his thumb to spread the precum around his shaft, eyeing you with hunger in his gaze.
"you're going to take us so well, princess," jaeyun whispers hungrily as he aligns himself at your entrance. with a smooth thrust of his hips, he enters you, filling you completely. heeseung grabs a fistful of your hair, tugging it tightly as he taps his cock against your lips.
"suck," he commands with a low growl before thrusting into your mouth.
the intense pleasure that surged through your body was almost too much for you to bear. your whole being trembled with each powerful thrust from both of them, their movements perfectly synchronized. their moans blended together in a symphony of ecstasy, while heeseung's firm grip on your hair never faltered and jaeyun's hands grasped at your plump ass.
the warmth emanating from your body seemed to consume them, causing their teeth to sink into their lips in an attempt to stifle their own cries of pleasure.
in a sudden surge, jaeyun slapped your ass hard and increased his pace, his voice husky with desire as he groaned, "you're such a g―good fucking slut....aren't you, baby?" his eyes squeezed shut as his moans grew more vocal, lost in the intense pleasure of the moment.
your moans were muffled against heeseung's cock, the vibration sending shivers down his spine as he whimpered in pleasure. "f―fuck princess...you're taking my cock so good," he groaned, his eyes locked on you with intense desire.
his thrusts became more aggressive, his cock eagerly seeking it's release as he bottomed out inside of you. jaeyun was also close, both of them teetering on the edge of esctasy. "where did that bratty attitude go now, hmm?" heeseung taunted, a smirk playing on his lips as he saw tears welling up in your eyes. your hands gripped his muscular thighs tightly, the sensation of him deep inside you driving you wild.
your pussy clenched around jaeyun's cock, causing him to moan in pleasure as he continued to pound into you without mercy. "shit baby...i'm going to cum..." jaeyun gasped out between thrusts, his breath hot against your body. the intensity of their movements increased even further, both men desperate for release and pushing each other and closer to the edge.
heeseung's grip tightens, his pace relentless, his low groans vibrating against your skin. their pace grow desperate, both of them lost in the pleasure, lost in you―but you're right there too, the coil in your stomach winding tighter and tighter, so close you can taste it.
"oh fuck―!" jaeyun cries out. his breath stutters, a deep, wrecked groan spilling from his lips as he buried himself so deep in you, shaking his through his orgasm as his hot cum fills you up. his grip on your hips tightens, his warmth spreading, his body slumping slightly against yours as he comes down from his high.
"fuck princess―!" heeseung grunts loudly. his moans spilling into your ear, sharp and ragged, as his hips stutter. his hands tighten around your hair, his body pressing flush against your face as he rides out his release.
you're teetering on the edge, feeling so close but they completely stop.
"w―wait.." you whine desperately.
heeseung leans down, his lips brushing against your ear, his voice mockingly sweet.
"did you really think we'd let you cum that easily?"
natty’s notes ᝰ.ᐟ this might definitely be one of my longest one i fear, but i hoped you guys liked it !!!
heejake + 90
WARNINGS: threesome, cuck!hee, dirty talk, bossy heeseung, heeseung humiliation kink???, jake is kind of a jerk and taunts heeseung, not very bro code of him, brief mentions of oral (f.rec)
WC: 1075 💀
"i wanna watch one of my friends fuck you."
never in a million years did you expect your boyfriend to say these words to you. it was interesting navigating that conversation and discussion boundaries for one another. but it was even more interesting admitting which of your boyfriend's friends you'd like to invite into the bedroom.
and that's how you found yourself here, naked, lying under your boyfriend's best friend: jake.
heeseung sat in a chair in the corner of your shared bedroom, his view perfect to see your face and everything jake does to your body. one of heeseung's specific rules was that jake could not leave any marks on you, whether it be hickeys, bite or scratch marks. but the way jake's hand is gripping onto your right breast while he rhythmically rocks his hips into you has your breath hitching in your throat. there's no way his fingernails aren't leaving little half moon intents on your flesh. even if heeseung notices, he hasn't said anything.
jake moves one of your legs over his shoulder, quickening his pace and moving his hand to grip your waist now. he's biting his lip hard, probably refraining from letting out all the crude things he wants to say to you - another one of heeseung's rules. the only dirty talk that will be happening will come from heeseung himself.
you swallow back a moan that almost let out when the tip of jake's cock hits the back of your walls, your arms shake while you grip onto jake's biceps for leverage, nails digging into his skin like he was doing to yours just moments before. silent tears prick your eyes, feeling overwhelmed as you try to keep your mind on heeseung. but it's hard to imagine he's the one fucking you when jake feels so different, so much more eager and impatient all while heeseung sits a few feet away.
"do you know how much i love seeing you like this?" heeseung groans, his erection clear from across the room. seeing your boyfriend's eyes fluttering to stay open, his neck muscles straining, and the way he desperately palms at himself has you whimpering from the bed, clenching down on jake's cock.
"watch it," jake winces, "who knew you'd be this tight? thought heeseung would've stretched you out by now."
"jake. shut up," you whisper through gritted teeth, chancing a glance over to heeseung to see if he heard.
it's pretty clear he has; his eyebrows knit closely together as he watches you intensely. you're expecting him to go off, to get up and even push jake off of you. instead, heeseung says with a low, commanding voice, "she doesn't like that, by the way."
the calmness of his voice sends chills throughout your whole body. jake's pace stutters and slows slightly. eyes flicking towards the direction of his friend, jake grunts lowly, clearly unsure on what he's supposed to do.
"she doesn't like having her legs that high. and she doesn't like her tits being the main focus. she's a clit action type of girl." heeseung's lips tug into a smug smile, absolutely loving that no matter who has you, they'll never know your body like he does.
"if i'm gonna let you fuck her, at least do it right."
"you have years against my fifteen minutes, chill out dude. plus, maybe if you'd let us talk-"
"absolutely not."
"what? you afraid you're gonna hear something you don't like?" jake's boldness carries from his lips down to his body. he throws your leg off his shoulder, both hands gripping your waist now as he holds eye contact with you. the intensity of his fucked out hazed stare is impossible to look away from. you can't help but let out a soft whimper as jake's pace increases again, his thrusts more determined and aggressive as he uses heeseung as a way to indirectly talk dirty with you. "afraid i'll fuck her so dumb she'll forget your name and say mine instead? think she'll get so addicted to me she'll keep coming back for more?"
you bite down on your lip and close your eyes, desperately trying not to let jake's words affect you the way they are. you know your legs are starting to shake, know your walls are tightening against his thick cock as it continues to drill in and out of you.
opening your eyes for a moment, you glance over at your boyfriend, a silent plea painted across your face. even though it's not his cock pounding into your tight hole at the moment, it's his gaze and presence that has you teetering closer to the edge. for a moment, he gives a warning glance to jake, but other than that, his attention is solely on you and the way your body starts to tremble.
your mouth barely opens before heeseung is answering your unspoken question.
"go ahead and come, baby. it's okay. i'm right here." his soft words of encouragement are all it takes to push you to your climax. jake slows his movements to help you ride out your high, quiet swear words fumbling out from his lips before he can even realize it. you're too distracted with the white heat exploding throughout your body to notice the way jake's eyes darken.
moving quickly before you can even process it, jake pulls out of you and lowers his body until his head is level with your dripping core. flinching as jake's tongue licks a long stripe from your hole and swirling around your clit, you instinctively grab a fistful of his hair, making him chuckle against you.
"damn, heeseung. why didn't you ever tell me how sweet she tastes? i can see why you're so possessive over her now."
"if you want to keep that tongue of yours i suggest you stop talking and back the fuck away from her right now."
before jake is even given the chance to move for himself, heeseung is yanking him back by the shoulders and shoving him towards the door.
"call me!" jake shouts over his shoulder before heeseung slams the door in his face, promptly locking it and turning back towards you where you lay stunned.
veins now visible on his forehead and neck, heeseung cocks his head to the side and takes a deep breath, regaining his composure enough to flash you a never faltering confident smile. "now, let me finish what he could only dream of starting."
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