DIRTY DANCIN', WE PUT ON A SHOW ℘ ENHYPEN's!
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LEE HEESEUNG ── needs to be kissing you.
heeseung's lips are on yours, drinking up every little moan you make, swallowing every sound. his hips snap against yours, hands gently fixed on your hips. he's buried deep in your cunt, every thrust hitting exactly where you need it to.
he hitches your leg up higher, shifting his angle from where he's above you. "fuck, princess," he groans, briefly pulling away from you. a string of saliva connects his mouth to yours. "you're takin' me so well. s'like this pussy was made for me."
he pulls a hand away from your waist, moving it between your legs. his finger finds your clit, rubbing circles to push you closer to the edge. the sheets are cool beneath you, a sharp contrast to the heat you feel in your body. you arch your back against them, squeezing your eyes shut.
he drops his head once more, pressing a sloppy, open-mouthed kiss to your lips. heeseung sucks on your tongue, leaving a wet mess behind. he only pulls away when your turn your head for air, but even then, he pouts at you. he seems to forget that not everyone has the stamina to hold their breath as long as a main vocalist does.
"h—hee—" you moan, your nails sinking into the toned muscle of his arms. you can feel that familiar coil in your stomach, the one that renders you useless for words. his name is the only thing you can voice, and you repeat it softly, in broken—but beautiful—syllables.
"i know, baby. i know. you gonna be a good girl and cum for me?"
PARK JONGSEONG ── bites and leaves hickeys everywhere.
jongseong has you bent over the kitchen counter, hips slamming against your ass. the tip of his cock drags against your slick walls, making you choke on your own moans.
gripping the edge of the slab, your knuckles are white and your palms are slick with sweat, as you try to stay on your feet. his hands grip your waist, firmly keeping you in place. the cool counter digs into your skin, but the faint pinch is nothing compared to the way he's brutally thrusting into you.
his cock stretches you out, forcing you to mold to the shape of his thickness. you clench around him, struggling to keep up. you don't think you'd be upright if it weren't for him literally holding you.
"can't— seongie, i can't..." you trail off when he thrusts into you very particularly, your mouth dropping into the shape of an 'o'. words are very hard when you're getting fucked into next week.
dark hair sticks to his brow, and he shakes his head. "y—yes, you can, baby. you can take it, i know you can." jongseong, without warning, leans closer to your shoulder, sinking his teeth into the flesh. nothing deep enough to break skin, but enough to leave quite the impression.
it makes you gasp out of shock, but the sensation isn't unwelcome. it's another mark added to the gallery he's already left on you. hickeys cover your body, teeth marks all over your neck.
running his tongue over the spot, soothing it delicately, his breath hitches, "god, doll, you taste so fuckin' good."
SIM JAEYUN ── talks a lot.
"so pretty. so, so, so pretty—can't believe you're all mine. i'm so fuckin' lucky, aren't i?"
jake's mouth has been running a mile per minute, breathing out anything that comes to his mind. he doesn't think before he says them, just lets himself melt into you. he's positioned above you, your legs wrapped around his waist to keep him close.
his eyes are glazed over, a sheen of sweat glistening on his forehead. your boyfriend's hands roam your body restlessly, eventually settling on the curve of your waist.
"you f—feel so good, shit. s'wet. do i do all this to you, hm?" he mumbles, pulling out his cock to rub the tip against your clit. the loss of him in you makes your whine, but he just gives you a slow, easy grin.
jake slips back in, fucking you harsher this time. "you're so desperate for my cock, huh? need it so bad? s'all yours, angel. i'm all yours—fuck—and you're all mine."
you nod, cock-drunk and blissed-out. he's made you cum twice already, fucking you through both times. every time you'd tried to pull away from the overstimulation, a new knot formed, and you didn't want him to stop anymore. you didn't want him to stop ever. if there was one single thing you could feel for the rest of your life—it would be this.
"y—yeah, jakey... all yours," you say, struggling to push out the words.
"god, i love it when you say that. i swear, i could cum from just that."
PARK SUNGHOON ── pulls on your hair.
you think sunghoon will tire eventually, but so far, he hasn't. in fact, you've lost count of the orgasms he's pulled out of you. he fucks you in doggy-style, and you're fairly surprised you still have the stamina to stay on your hands and knees. it's a miracle you haven't collapsed yet.
the miracle being your boyfriend's big, strong arms keeping you up.
"fuck, you look like a goddess, sweets," he hisses, partially under his breath. even though he's talking to you, you're not sure if he means for you to respond. not that you can, really.
the only sounds you're capable of making are filthy moans and cries, and you're positive he's aware of the fact. if anything, sunghoon likely revels in it.
you gasp as his fingers fist in your hair, pulling your head back to expose the delicate curve of your throat. he tugs, the movement making you whine.
"mm—hoonie, feels so good," you moan, stuttering when he pulls your head a little further back.
"yeah? damn, baby, you're milking my cock."
he loves getting rough with you. loves that you love it. loves how you take it so well, like you know who you belong to—and it's such an easy thought to get off to.
his girl, you, who loves anything he gives you. your hair is soft in his hands, silky and shiny. it contrasts against his calloused, rough hands.
"who do you belong to, doll? hm?"
"you!" you cry when he slams into your harder, wet tears trailing down your cheeks. "you—hoonie, i... i'm all yours."
"glad you know it," he says, and even if you can't see his face, you can hear his shit-eating grin.
KIM SUNOO ── eye contact.
sunoo clicks his tongue at you, shaking his head. your eyes are squeezed shut, your head tilted away from him as you try to adjust to the thickness of his length. it doesn't matter how many times you've has sex together—the feeling of being full of him is something you'll never get used to.
the hand he's using to rub your clit, trying to get you to relax; he pulls it away, and you buck your hips up, wanting the sensation back. he moves his fingers to your chin, forcing you to face him once more.
"look at me, baby. eyes on me. i want you to look at me while i fuck you dumb on my cock."
sharply, you inhale, a broken whimper leaving your throat. "s—sunny... you're so big."
"and you're doing so well," he coos, brushing a strand of hair away from your face. your fingers curl into the mattress sheets, as you attempt to ground yourself.
"hey, what did i just say?" sunoo chides, easing out of you slowly, only to slam his dick back in. you moan, shaky but loud. peeking your eyes open, you see him hovering above you, a glint of satisfaction in his own.
through your lashes, you can see the soft pinkness of his lips, slightly swollen from kissing. there's a faint flush on his cheeks, and some smudged lipstick on his neck.
he looks fucking angelic.
"that's a good girl," he murmurs, gently pinching your cheek. "even prettier when you listen to me."
"please, i want you," you beg, arching into him, hips wiggling desperately against his for more. he pauses for a moment, contemplating whether or not he'll be nice to you. after a second, his moves—lazy, but deep, thrusts.
you can feel his tip grinding against your sweet spot, and you move your hands from the sheets to his back, fingers curling into his shoulders.
"i'll give you what you want, but if you look away, you're not gonna get to cum, sweet thing."
YANG JUNGWON ── whimpers.
jungwon, however nasty his words may be, makes the prettiest noises when he's cumming. it's like watching him unravel completely—he'll go from completely degrading you, to stuttering your name out in half-syllables, eyes glossy.
his thrusts are mean and cruel, folding you into a mating-press, and fucking into you with a force you know will leave you immobile for the next day-and-a-half (at least). obscene, wet noises fill the room, skin slapping against skin.
every drag of his cock makes the pressure build more and more, until the soft tears pricking your eyes turn into sobs. "fuckfuckfuck—wonnie, i'm so close, please—"
"mhm, i know. shit, princess. i can feel you squeezing my cock like a slut," he grunts, his fingers digging into your hips, sure to leave bruises.
his name is the only thing you can remember, not even your own. it falls in short, watery gasps, as your nails drag along the length of his back. his eyes drop to your lips; "open."
you comply, too lost in the way he fucks you to argue. he spits sharply in your mouth, and on instinct, you swallow. jungwon laughs, but you're too far gone to be embarrassed. "ha—whore. you'll take whatever i give you, won't you?"
you whine, tears streaming down your face. his hips stutter, a sign that he's close, too. "cum for me, yeah?" he murmurs, and that's all it takes for you to let go.
"god," he groans, low and filthy. "i'm—fuck, me too." his pace gets sloppy, thrusts uneven as he chases both the high of his and yours. "you're so perfect, princess. so pretty. i—i love you, you're my everything—"
jungwon's mindless words trail into short whimpers, and he tucks his head into the crook of your neck. he spills into you, warm and sticky, adding to the creamy ring around the base of his cock.
and then he presses the most gentle kiss to your skin, like he didn't just rob you of your ability to walk.
NISHIMURA RIKI ── gets off to your climax.
riki dips his head to kiss you, his teeth briefly knocking against yours. he doesn't have a set pace, instead just fucks you the way he wants to. his cock stretches you out, but what had primarily been a sting between your legs, quickly melted into pure, unadulterated pleasure.
he mumbles against your lips, slowing down slightly, "do you even know how perfect you look under me? god, i'm addicted. could fuck you like this forever..."
the charm of his chain swings by your mouth, and you catch it between your teeth, making him groan.
"bite it, baby. leave marks. never gonna take this fucking chain off—keepin' this piece of you forever," he hisses, a low register that makes you tighten around him.
your nails claw against his back, and you arch up, breath catching in your throat. "'ki—i'm s'close!"
"y—yeah? you're gonna cum for me, sweet girl?" he teases, and his lips twitch in amusement. he hasn't even been fucking you that long, but in your defense, he had been teasing you for the better part of an hour prior to this.
you nod, breathless. "mhm, please, i—"
"go ahead, angel," riki coos, and with a final thrust, you cry out, your body tensing. your grip on him tightens, like he's your anchor, and stars burst behind your eyes.
he can feel his own orgasm take root, especially when he watches your face contort with pleasure. your mouth drops open, and your eyes hit the back of your head, before screwing shut.
there's this beautiful, glowy flush on your face, and when you tighten around him, too—that's all it takes. he falters, and you hear him sharply inhale, "wait, baby, fuck—"
he cums seconds after you do, fucking you through the height of it, and even the waves that come after. he moans your name, and you moan his, your voice blending into his. a moment later, he drops his forehead against yours.
"have i ever told you how gorgeous you look when you're cumming? because, holy shit—"
