follow the enhypen members and their respective partners as they set out to see who can survive a simple, two week sex ban. some fail immediately, some barely survive. but who will last the longest? well, lets see. 😏
mdni. contains suggestive content/smut in some. kinda flufffffy too. could be read as a stand alone or in this particular order. 1.2k words.
heeseung version → niki → jay → sunghoon → jake → jungwon → sunoo
“okay then mr lee. a sex ban. for two weeks.”
“i don’t think it’s that big of a deal babe. it’s just sex,” the man shrugs at your words, unfazed like usual which in turn, only pushed you to want to prove your point more.
what started out as a chill movie night on the couch with your boyfriend, turned into a silly debate after the female lead gave her man a sex ban. you were team “boyfriend won’t last” while heeseung was team “boyfriend will last”.
and after twenty minutes of useless back and forth, you’re now out to prove your man wrong, that even someone as unbothered as him would crack with a sex ban.
the first few days were easy for him, you could tell. he’d go about his usual routine, kiss you, hug you, spoon you in bed to sleep with no further intentions. you had expected a little more reaction when he saw you naked in the shower but the man simply looked at you, kissed your shoulder... then nothing.
heeseung’s self control game was obviously a lot stronger than you had originally thought.
thankfully there was an evident shift in his behaviour on the fifth day. by then you felt his hands lingering more whenever he hugged you, his kisses longer and more passionate compared to the usual sweet, quick pecks. something was happening and it was happening in your favour.
by the end of the week, you noticed him looking at you a certain way. the same look he gave you in the bedroom, that pussy drunk face he has when he’s fucking you into oblivion.
so you play your final move, hoping to finally put an end to this stupid game.
you waited for him to come home from work one night, dressed in one of his massive white tees, with black lacy panties that you knew would be completely visible from underneath. you knew he was weak to the sight of you in his clothes, he had been since day one.
“baby?” you call out as you hear the front door, followed by his footsteps approaching the kitchen, where you were busy cooking up dinner.
“hi babe,” is all the man says, his eyes doing more of the talking than his mouth. he only stops at the entrance much to your dismay, evidently taken back by the sudden view of you. in his clothes.
“how was work?” you’re by his side in seconds, tippy toeing up to kiss his cheeks while making extra sure to unnecessarily rub yourself against him. such a dirty trick but you were determined to win. “must’ve been tiring? you seem... out of it hee.”
you can tell he’s distracted, the delay in his reply being why you believe so. it’s as if he’s not even listening to you at this point, just completely fixated on what’s under your shirt instead. and you don’t even blame the poor man one bit, you were playing dirty after all.
the silence continues between you and him, the air suddenly thick and heavy with how he’s staring down at you. half lidded and entirely focused.
“work was the same. i-” he hesitates for a moment, his hand now slightly hovering over your waist but he doesn’t touch you, “i’m going to wash up.”
he kisses your cheek and your shoulder before disappearing off down the hallway, followed by the sound of the shower running. a frown immediately dawns your face, surprised and partially disappointed by his lack of reaction.
apart of you wants to give up already, knowing that this was just pure stupidity from the start. but at the same time, the thought that you perhaps don’t appeal to your boyfriend much, bothered you a quite a bit.
you don’t say much throughout dinner or even after when you’re both on the couch, watching random shows together. by now you were officially overthinking and overanalysing about the situation that shouldn’t have been a situation in the first place.
“i think i’m gonna head to bed first,” you say and lean over to kiss the man on his cheeks, “don’t stay up too late okay.”
he looks at you as though he’s contemplating over something, like he wants to say something but doesn’t.
you had only gotten to the dim hallway when you’re suddenly spun around by the wrist, your body immediately pushed up against the wall with heeseung now cornering you in. the man’s lips are on yours before you could even question him, kissing you with so much force. it’s a different kind of kiss compared to the ones you’ve shared with him the past few days.
and you’d be lying if you weren’t turned on by this heeseung.
one of his hands is gripping your waist while the other is cupping your cheek, holding you in place so he could deepen the kiss. his lips move so eagerly against yours, dominating over you like he had been starving for days on end. in which this occasion, he has.
“h- heeseung...” you finally manage to mutter once he moves away for some air, his eyes never once leaving yours.
“stop being stupid.”
“what?”
“this was just a bet, remember?” he’s now cupping your face with both of his hands, making sure your attention was entirely on him. and it was, it always is.
the man is more than pleased when you wrap your arms around him, silently urging him to pick you up in which he immediately does. no questions asked. his lips are quickly on yours again as he takes you to the bedroom, where he gently lays you down amongst the soft sheets before comfortably hovering over.
“it has been hell this past week for me.”
“really?” you say almost breathlessly, your fingers now playing with the material of his shirt, “well you were very convincing, i thought maybe you didn’t want me...”
“seriously?” the man smirks into the crook of your neck as he asks, his lips leaving behind a trail of kisses on your skin, “i’m fucking crazy for you.”
you almost stop breathing for a moment, stunned by his sudden confession. being with heeseung for the past year has taught you that he was one to show affection through actions so at times like these, when he used words, you didn’t know how to react...
besides crumbling in his palm.
“this was stupid hee, wasn’t it?”
“it was but you were right. i can not last. not when it’s you.”
it’s like he just knows all the right words to say, everything to get your blood pumping and your panties wet. but then again, you were dating THE lee heeseung so your panties were always wet.
he sucks a little harsher on a particular sensitive spot on your neck to get your attention and hell does it work for him with the way you’re becoming undone already. already moaning, already a mess for the man and he hadn’t done anything more than kiss you.
“heeseung...”
“i want you so bad, i always do,” the man says, his voice an octave lower than usual as he does. his fingers are now grasping onto your bare hips underneath your shirt, pinning you still while he moved down your body... his lips inching closer and closer to where you needed him most.
you fight back a scream when he places a kiss on your inner thigh, the simple move conjuring every possible emotion you had inside. your body feels completely hot, burning to be touched, to be filled, to be satisfied by the love of your life.
Warnings: Uh yeah, this one has lots of smut. Unprotected sex, sexual dominance, maybe a hint/vibe of slight breeding kink and pain kinks. Not terribly so with this chapter, but future chapters...yeah we're going to have a talk about that.
Summary:
Months had passed since then, and Vicky transferred to a different school. She cut off her ties with Gabe and said goodbye to the girls as she embraced a newfound outlook in life.
You were shocked the day when she told you as you entered the dorm room to see her waiting on your bed, she greeted you with a smile and patted down on a pile of neatly folded clothes and accessories that laid on your bedspread next to her.
“I wanted to give these to you. I don’t need them anymore.” She looked up to you and smiled widely.
Though it was a nice gesture, you didn’t necessarily have the same taste as Vicky when it came to clothes and the number of accessories she used. The sense of fashion was very similar, but the fondness of wearing such revealing attire, especially daily, wasn’t your thing. A crop top here and there might have been okay, but you already knew that her gift was going to be unused.
Still, you accepted them graciously.
That’s when she informed you of her decision to transfer. She explained that after thinking about it, it was something she deeply yearned for. A fresh start.
Both you and the girls went with Vicky to the airport, giving her a proper send off. Everyone cried as they took turns hugging and sharing words. You were the last one to say goodbye to, but it felt like you were the one that Vicky wanted to hug the most, upon feeling the tight and prolonged squeeze of her embrace. Her words brought the tears to glaze over your eyes.
“As painful as it was, seeing Ethan finding happiness with someone else, was something that I needed to see. It was something that needed to happen, in order for me to be the person I truly want to be.” She smiles as she admits.
Those were her last words as you before she left for her terminal, waving widely towards you and the girls as she smiled.
Keeping in touch, many texts and phone calls were exchanged daily. You were always happy to hear that Vicky was doing well, she was becoming exceedingly happy. Changing her program while also
making new friends, you felt immense joy for her. Especially at the mention of a certain young man she had began seeing, a student of the same college that had fancied her ever since she transferred.
Though Vicky turned a new leaf, some things will never change. You chuckled the moment she revealed that the man was the son of the CEO that managed one of the largest corporations in the country. But you smiled whole heartedly as you saw that she still had her heart in the right place, identified as she mainly spoke of the young man’s personality more than his inheritance.
At times you gazed at the side of the room she had previously occupied, it was now stark empty. It triggered you to leak out a few tears sometimes. Knowing she was doing much better in her new setting; you couldn’t help but sometimes wish she was still with you.
Often succumbing to leaking a few tears whenever you saw her side of the room. She had become like a sister that you never had, and you would always relay that message to her whenever you got the chance to, which she would always respond with;
“We are sisters you goofball! We’re family.”
Another Saturday morning rolls by and you’re excited that Spring Break was finally here. You looked at your calendar and it amazed you just how much time had passed since you moved into the dorm, nearly a whole year from today. You recall moments from when you moved in during the spring. Moments popped in your head, like you meeting Vicky, Heeseung, and some of his closest friends, such as Jake.
It felt like it all went through in a blink of an eye. Vicky’s transfer happened only five months ago, yet it felt longer than that. You found it so strange how time had an opposing effect when it came to the experiences you gained through it.
You reach over to your desk and started going through the unread mail you picked up yesterday, seeing an envelope from Vicky got you excited as you tore it open quickly revealing an adorable postcard. It
was a photo of her and the young man she had been dating, Sunghoon was his name, and he seem like such a nice man. You recall the first time you got to speak to him, when Vicky would invite him to sit next to her so he could participate in your facetime calls with her.
He was very soft and respectful; he always had this twinkle in his eye reflecting pure joy whenever he would stare at Vicky. You could tell he was a perfect match for her, and looked forward to the day when you can meet him in person and see Vicky again.
Taking a moment to review the postcard, the photo was of Vicky and Sunghoon during their visit to Africa on a safari trip. You chuckled at seeing Sunghoon and Vicky in a tight embrace with the fantastic
view of wildlife in the behind them. You turn it over to read Vicky’s note on the back.
“Sis! I’m getting married! Right after college of course, but since we’re starting our second year already, the next two are going to go by even faster, so, we can’t waste time. I want to see you and the girls
soon! Let’s all come up with a date for you guys to come visit me and Sunghoon next month. I’ll message in the group chat when I get back. Can’t wait to see everyone!
PS: Before your bring Ethan, take him clothes shopping first.”
“Married? Wow.” You remarked aloud to yourself, but not without a smile presently stationed on your face. It will be so nice to see her and meet Sunghoon, especially after receiving the news, and you
couldn’t wait to tell the girls.
You pin the postcard on the corkboard in front of your desk, placing it in between the photos of your mom and dad, your elder siblings, the girls, and of course, you and Heeseung. You even had a photo of
Emily and Jake pinned up.
Vicky’s departure to a new college wasn’t the only significant event that had transpired five months ago, it was also marked the length of time that you and Heeseung had been together.
Your bond with him grew even closer. With all the number of dates and quality time spent in your respective dorms, you both had become inseparable. Not to mention the evening routines that took
place, nearly every single night. Even though you and Samuel had dated for 8 months, sharing many intimate moments, it didn’t compare to the countless sessions that you and Heeseung had.
Sometimes multiple times in one day, which made you quickly found out that your body needed a period of adjustment when you recall feeling the soreness from all the action.
You brush your teeth and think about your nights with Heeseungm they all played out the same for the most part.
You think about how he can’t manage to keep his hands off you and always sets the mood by lightly brushing his fingers on a random part of your body, whether it was your arms, legs, hands, or chest.
The brush of his touch was always accompanied by a gushing breath he would release close to your ear, hearing just a sliver of his voice within it, and expressing his desire and triggering yours.
The way his hands roamed, and how his hair nested against your cheek as he dug his face into the nook of your neck, sucking, kissing, biting, and licking the sensitive skin until it became marked by his act. His nose would graze your temple as he would whisper in your ear, as he gave soft rose-petal kisses in between. The tickling of it was paired with a sexually appeasing sensation to your body, whenever you felt the tapping of his lips or the heat of his whispers rushing into your ear.
Playing out the performance in your head made you recall a moment where you had learned something very interesting about Heeseung’s sexual nature. It had the same effect of Dr. Jekyl and Mr. Hyde, a doubling entity that emerged from within him depending on the sexual mood he was in. They reflected two sides to his performance in sex.
They both still classfieid as “fucking”, yet there was a difference in the type and the degree of his nature.
One side was his gentler one, the Dr. Jekyl entity. It was the persona of his sexual nature where he still maintained dominance, but he would allow you to have some unit of control. This part of him was a lot more tame and less animalistic, and it allowed you to have enough stability in your body and mind to move and think. It was his way of permitting you the freedom to do things to him, such as holding on to his wrists when you would kiss his most sensitive areas like his neck or ears. You would do your best to pin them down long enough, but he would overpower you every single time as he resisted the urge to lay still once, he felt your kisses.
Still, you would at least get a few seconds of seeing him vulnerable as you put up a fight in holding him down, and that was something you could only get away with due his nature reflecting Jekyl.
There were other examples of his permissive freedom, such as, when he would let you make the first move and allotted you to do so at your own pace. It normally would begin with him lying flat on his back, his hands behind his head as his elbows bent out to the sides, and his hat traditionally covering the significant features of his face. He would remain still letting you straddle him as you removed your shirt,
which would always be the last remaining piece of clothing you had on prior to sitting on top of him, or a dress even.
He would deeply admire your how your body would flex and tone up as you lifted the cloth and raised it high, your arms crossed above your face as you turned off to the side with your hair flowing all around you. His will would break the very moment you dragged the cloth upwards, slowly revealing every measurement of skin as the regions of your body are revealed in order, belly button first, then breasts, collar bone, and shoulders last.
Your neck and face would return to frontal view as you swipe the clothing over, the collected strands of your hair grouped up through the loophole of the cloth would fall and dangle over your breasts, waist, and hips, each strand trickling down the farther you pull the material off and away from your body, generating a waterfall effect.
Lastly, and the most significant note to this side of Heeseung, was giving you total control of the main aspects that play a vital role regarding passionate sex, the tone, rhythm, and speed.
The three categories that often times, men strive to control. Heeseung wasn’t an exception having that strive, he loved being in control. However, he also loved experiencing the way you love him, emotionally and physically, and he could only witness it by letting you have some of it.
Once you removed your shirt, you’d reach down and gently stroke him, maintaining eye contact. A desire within you wanted to feel him in both your hands, before having him enter. Something about
memorizing the thickness, length, and smoothness of his shaft, helped ease the process as you guide him inside and begin riding him.
The part he loved most about this was when he watches the sexual expression on your face. He always stared, and admired the way your beautiful face would display the initial sense of shock and pain upon
you inserting him, doing everything by your own bidding. He loved watching you do it to yourself. The way that your mouth would gasp open and your brows furrowing in pain the moment you would tear
yourself open by fitting him in, your face flinching as you felt the bite of his sting.
You moved passionately, slowly, and steadily as your hips would vibrate once his dick was fully inside you. Your walls are reintroduced to the throbbing numbness when you feel him rubbing against the flesh as you move him in and out.
The softness of his skin and the protrusion of veins creates a wild combination of smoothness and friction each time your hips dipped low, pushing him in, then roll back, pulling him out, all repeating in a
cycle that becomes more vibrant as you keep it rotating. Your hips sway back and forth gently, while dipping into him hard and deep.
The weight of your body drops in mid wave, pulling you down and
sealing every mesh of space that remained in between you two, as you begin to surpass the pain and sink into a pool of ultimate pleasure, wanting to feel every single part of him fill you.
You would feel him twitch inside, hinting to you that it was becoming harder for Heeseung to suppress the beast within him. Remaining in the same position as he did from the moment you straddled him,
you’d watch him testing his willpower by refraining any movement, not even his hands. You keep riding him, watching as he stayed committed in laying there, and took every motion your hips were performing on him as your rotation of dipping, lifting, and rolling, keeps going.
Your body would gradually pick up speed, just a little, as your walls drooled all over him, making it easier for you to slide him in and out. The rush of ecstasy takes over your mind, body, and soul as you reach up with both hands, collecting your hair and pinning it up while you perform your moves, the loose strands surrounding your face and falling from your hands piece by piece as you begin bouncing up and down.
Once he felt you both were drawing close to orgasm, he marked his que and draws the line. Being so close to the finish line, this is the moment where Heeseung takes over.
“Fuck baby…” He bites his lip as he grunts. His low voice would go slightly higher in pitch during the times when he let you fuck his Jekyl side.
With a jerk of his hips thrusting into you, simultaneously removing his hands from his under head, he grabs around the smallest part of your waistline. He pulls you down as he continues to jerk up, and within one or two hard thrusts, he regains altitude as a swarm of adrenaline infuses him with the energy to fucks into you. You feel the strength of his thrusts pushing the both of you over the edge, beyond just
pleasure.
“My fucking beautiful girl…fuck…keep riding it baby. Fucking take it.”
His groans fuel you to keep moving and taking him in. Then, at the peak of his momentum, you feel him jam into you one last time, holding you in place as he lets his cock throb inside your walls, cumming inside you.
It shoots out fast and strong at first, then gradually comes to a slow stream of release as his twitching slowly decreases. You feel your walls press against him, squeezing everything out of him. The repeated action of your flesh re-clenching slurps every bit of his cum, vacuuming it deeper into you as the sharpness of the tingle and numbness overtrumps the height of Mount Everest, making you scream.
Your hips jolt each time his dick twitches, pairing in sync. His hand roams up to your back and he pulls you in to lay atop his chest, kissing his own breaths into you as your chest tightens against his, breathing into each other as you slowly regain your energy.
This was the side that you had seen most of, nearly a hundred percent of the time.
follow the enhypen members and their respective partners as they set out to see who can survive a simple, two week sex ban. some fail immediately, some barely survive. but who will last the longest? well, lets see. 😏
mdni. contains suggestive content/smut in some. kinda flufffffy too. could be read as a stand alone or in this particular order. 1.2k words.
heeseung → niki version → jay → sunghoon → jake → jungwon → sunoo
“noooo way. heeseung actually cracked?”
your overly dramatic mention of heeseung’s name over the phone catches your boyfriend’s attention, who had just walked into living room. curiosity is written all over his face as he plops down beside you, evidently impatient to know what on earth you were talking about.
“okay babes i have to go. i’ll see you and the girls at lunch tomorrow okay~ love you, bye.”
“everything okay with hyung?” niki is quick to ask, before you could even hang up properly.
“his girlfriend told me about their little sex ban. hee said he could last two weeks without sex... but failed at one week,” you chuckle and turn over to face your boyfriend, “didn’t expect him to fold so quickly to be honest. men.”
“pssh if it was me, i would’ve been able to last double that.”
the smug look on his face was the exact opposite of the raised brows currently on yours.
after dating niki for a year, you knew just how competitive the man really was. no matter what it was for, niki nishimura just had to be number one.
but his one weakness?
you.
and of course the act of love making with you, so there was no way on earth that he would last a sex ban. you knew that, his friends and their girlfriends knew that. everyone on this planet knew that except for niki himself apparently.
“really nishimura? you? no sex for two weeks?”
“lets bet then. if i win, you’re walking around completely nude for a week.”
“and if you lose nishimura, you walk around completely nude for a MONTH.”
“deal!”
the man might be determined but unfortunately for him, so were you.
“baby are you coming to bed yet- oh wow-”
you were fighting back your smile, having niki react the exact way you were expecting him to. to the view of you partially wet, with just your red undergarments on. they just happen to be his personal favourite set of course.
“yeah just let me dry my hair and i’ll come to bed,” your eyes meet with his in the bathroom mirror, a familiar glint in his eyes at the view of you freshly out of the shower, “you can go first.”
“i can wait...” his voice is suddenly an octave lower as he moves towards you, hands quickly finding a spot on your waist to hold. the man not-so-subtly pushes himself against you from behind, letting his oh-so-obvious hard on poke at you through his sweat pants.
although you were just teasing the poor man, you were also starting to get bothered yourself. it’s not your fault, not when niki is holding you so closely to him, with his soft fingers kneading your skin and lips just hovering over the tip of your ears. such simple moves but he knew they’d work on you.
you’ve always been a sucker for him.
“baby you look so good,” he compliments you with a soft laugh, his half lidded eyes gawking over your chest, “i’m so lucky.”
“aren’t you just the sweetest. now let me dry my hair- ah n- niki...” your words become incoherent when he places gentle kisses down the sensitivity of your neck, your body immediately melting away in his hold as a result.
“beautiful baby. my beautiful baby.”
you could feel your poor knees buckling just from his voice alone, your original plan of making niki crack slowly disappearing to the back of your head with how he’s making you feel already. at this point, all you want was for the man to throw you onto this cold counter, manhandle you then fuck you dumb.
and as if he could hear your thoughts, the man spins you around and lifts you onto the basin at lightning speed. niki’s lips smashing onto yours thankfully distracts you from the freezing surface underneath your bare ass, your whole body instantly growing hot instead.
the man is impatient, evidently very horny, with how hard he’s kissing you. his arms are around your waist, hugging you flat against his body that’s standing comfortably in between your dangling legs. he doesn’t even bother to move away when you’re both clearly out of breath, not until you helplessly grip onto his shirt, practically pleading him to.
the room is filled with heavy breathing as your boyfriend finally moves away, allowing you to catch your breath again. the smirk across his lips tells you that he’s satisfied with what he sees, that he’s pleased to have you so worked up... and completely under his control.
“you’re going to be the death of me baby.”
“it has literally been 3 hours since the sex ban started nishimura,” you chuckle as you trace the lining of his jaw, “do you really want to end it already?”
“for you baby, i was already giving up 2 minutes in.”
his words makes you laugh out loud, knowing that this was exactly what you had predicted from the start. well, you thought he’d at least last until tomorrow morning but here you were... at just 3 hours.
typical niki.
“don’t laugh. it’s not fair when you always look this good. especially in this red set- oh my god. the things i’m about to do to you.”
“you’re just a weak man- AH NISHIMURA!”
you squeal when the man suddenly picks you up by the waist, your poor arms frantically hooking themselves around his neck to stable yourself. he holds all of you with just one arm while the other goes to smack your bare cheeks, something he always loved doing and of course, you loved him doing.
“weak? me?” he scoffs tauntingly, followed by another smack, “does this look a weak man to you?”
“niki!”
the man carries you straight into the bedroom and playfully throws you onto the bed, your body bouncing a little against the haven of pillows and sheets. before you could even compose yourself, niki was already hovering over, his shirt no where to be seen. how he was always so fast at undressing, you have no idea but you were very thankful that he was.
“still think i’m weak?”
“yes. very.”
you knew exactly what you were doing to him, that it’d irk him the wrong way, potentially work him up. it was something you wouldn’t do normally but on the rare occasion, you liked to give him that push.
the push to make niki want to prove his point to you. in bed.
“oh. is that so?” he says with brows raised, head tilting slightly as to ask ‘you sure?’ and you immediately nod your head much to his surprise.
“i don’t know niki...” you shrug innocently and point at his godly biceps, as if you weren’t teasing the poor man, “seems like... you’ve gotten weaker lately.”
you almost burst into laughter at the look that washes across his face the moment he processes your words. it’s a look of near shock, like he had just seen a ghost. it was obvious the man was not weak, not even close but you were too deep into your little act to back down now.
“i know what you’re trying to do but that’s a dangerous game you’re playing there, beautiful,” the man smirks, his hands gripping onto your waist as he speaks, harshly pinning you down against the bed. you watch as his head disappears into the crook of your neck, lips eagerly latching onto your skin, sucking a little too roughly to make sure the spot would be red by the time he was done.
“n- niki... oh my-”
“lets see what you’ll say after i’m done with you baby.”
follow the enhypen members and their respective partners as they set out to see who can survive a simple, two week sex ban. some fail immediately, some barely survive. but who will last the longest? well, lets see. 😏
mdni. contains suggestive content/smut in some. kinda flufffffy too. could be read as a stand alone or in this particular order. 1.1k words.
heeseung → niki → jay → sunghoon version → jake → jungwon → sunoo
“don’t make me laugh. as if you can keep your hands off me,” the man scoffs, followed by his mocking laugh, “did you forget that i’m park sunghoon?”
“and did you forget who i am?” you were quick to spit back, “i’m the one you chased after for six months. so who do you think wants who more?”
what started out as a light hearted conversation over dinner about the recent sex ban bet amongst the other couples, turned into this. a useless, heated disagreement over nothing.
“fine. then lets see who’ll last longer.”
“you’re on park.”
if there’s one thing you and your boyfriend have in common, it’s stubbornness.
you love sunghoon, you really do and you know that he loves you so much too. but god are you both stubborn.
because you’re both at jake’s party two days later, standing on either sides of the house like total strangers. it had become rather awkward to say the least, with the two of you barely talking to each other ever since. at first it was more of a trying to prove my point kind of thing but when it got to the second day, you both realised it was rather stupid...
but of course none of you wanted to admit it before the other.
“how can someone this pretty be alone? there’s just no way.”
ew.
this was the second tipsy guy to approach you within the last hour, throwing the same cheesy pick up line in hopes of a quick hook up.
“i’m here with my boyfriend, he just went to the bathroom.”
“no need to lie to me babe,” he steps closer towards you, gradually cornering you into the wall, “you’ve been standing alone for the past hour. come on, lets head upstairs.”
and now you’re pissed off, annoyed by the audacity to blatantly suggest such a thing when you’ve just told him you had a boyfriend. you readied yourself to teach him a lesson of your own when someone suddenly steps in between, forcing the stranger to stagger backwards.
“why, what’s up stairs? wanna show me instead?” you could recognise that voice anywhere, that deep tone sunghoon only used whenever he was irritated. and judging by his face, you could tell that the man was definitely irritated.
it didn’t take long before the stranger was off on his way, finally leaving you alone with your unpleased boyfriend. he turns around to look at you then, one of his hands immediately wrapping around your waist to keep you safe in his hold.
“are you okay?” he mouths, his expression more worried than angry now.
“i'm fine hoon, just tired of these drunks.”
“i shouldn’t have left you alone,” he sighs, eyes racking over your short outfit, one he personally loved you in, “what do i even expect? just look at you.”
your lips immediately react to his cheesy words, curving into a toothy grin that has the man mirroring as well. it’s the first sweet moment you’ve shared in the past two days and to be honest... you wanted more than just a sweet moment.
especially when the man looked the way he did. a white top, some denims and that damn leather jacket that you loved on him so much. sunghoon is handsome, duh, but just something about tonight’s look just had you leaking through your clothes.
you could feel your body heating up from where he’s touching you through your thin shirt, where his fingers are already drawing small, soothing circles at. two days of not having these types of interactions with your boyfriend has felt like an eternity, so even these feather like touches were driving you insane.
“sunghoon...”
it’s as if he could read your mind from your tone alone, the man now pulling you even closer with his hand. he’s looking down at you with half lidded eyes, the very same ones he gives you when making love to you.
“i missed you hoon.”
“i missed you too baby, so much.”
if the room wasn’t currently filled with a hundred other people, you surely would’ve gotten on your knees for your man. so you move onto the next best option. jake sim’s bedroom upstairs.
one moment later and you’re both inside jake’s dimly lit bedroom, with you straddling over sunghoon’s lap while he sat on the edge of the massive bed. his hands are all over your body, the man wanting to feel more of you underneath your shirt. your lips are working against each other, moving in sync, desperately trying to taste every part of each other’s mouths.
“sunghoon...”
“how can i survive a sex ban when my baby looks like this,” his lips move down towards your jaw, marking up every part of your skin along the way, “i’ve missed you so bad.”
if there’s one other thing you and your boyfriend have in common besides being stubborn, is that you’re both crazy for each other.
since day one.
“forget the sex ban hoon. j- just fuck me-”
“seriously?! in my room?!” you both immediately turn to the sudden squeal, just to see the room’s owner standing at the door with his eyebrows drawn together and his mouth wide opened, “just lock the door and... please clean up before my missus has a heart attack.”
the room erupts into laughter as the door closes again, both of you more amused than embarrassed at being caught. you were beginning to feel bad though, knowing how excited jake’s girlfriend was for their new, pretty bedsheets aka the ones you and your boyfriend were mucking around on right now and about to do some damage to.
“baby,” sunghoon’s soft call has you immediately focused back on him, his tone noticeably lower than usual, “what’s that pretty head of yours thinking about?”
“you and everything you’re about to do to me.”
the goofy smile that instantly appears on your boyfriend’s face is one your poor heart can barely take, the view a reminder of why you fell for the man in the first place.
he leans right in without hesitation, smashing his lips onto yours as one of his hands grasps onto the back of your neck. his arm that is already around your waist pulls you in even closer, just enough so you’re now sitting atop his very obvious hard on.
“hoon...”
“i love you,” the man whispers against your lips, “and i’m going to show you just how much i do.”
follow enhypen and their respective partners as they set out to see who can survive a simple, two week sex ban. some fail immediately, some barely survive. but who will last the longest? well, lets see. 😏
contains suggestive content, could be read as a stand alone or in this particular order. 1.2k words.
heeseung → niki → jay version → sunghoon → jake → jungwon → sunoo
“hi baby,” jay wraps his arms around you, welcoming you home with a kiss on the top of your head, “how was lunch with the girlfriends crew?”
“it was really fun, we did a little shopping and had brunch. we also talked about the sex ban,” you can’t help but giggle at the instant reminder of the silly thing heeseung and his partner started, “did the guys tell you about it? i can’t believe niki only lasted 3 hours.”
“yeah they’ve been talking about it too. niki was expected but i thought hee hyung would’ve lasted longer to be honest,” jay chuckles, “if it was us though, the sex ban would be put in place for you. we both know you can’t control yourself.”
“excuse me park jongseong, i can so!”
“well. wanna bet?” he coos tauntingly, brows raised as if he already had the win in the bag, “i love you baby but i know you can’t last.”
you didn’t want to admit it but deep down, you knew he was right, that you weren’t too good with self control compared to him. but you being you, the competitive you, couldn’t back down now.
“you’re on mr park.”
perhaps it wasn’t the best idea for you to agree so quickly to jay’s bet because not only were you struggling the very same night... but you’re just about to give in with how scrumptious he’s looking right now.
the funny thing is, the man was just sitting on the couch, going through some of his paper work.
“you done showering? come sit baby.”
“mhm...” you mumble, contemplating whether it was the best idea to plop down beside your boyfriend right now. maybe running to hide in the safety of your bedroom seemed like the better choice but jay was quick to act, pulling you down towards him by the wrist.
“hmm my baby is so warm,” he wraps both arms around you as he says so, hugging you even closer to his body. he leans in to kiss your cheek then, over and over, making you giggle.
“j- jay!”
the man stops to the call of his name, slightly leaning back to look down at you. he doesn’t say anything but continues staring at you with that infamous soft smile of his, the very same one that would have you putty in his palms faster than you could even say putty.
“why are you looking at me like that jay?”
“i don’t think you know how much i love you.”
and your heart just melts. it’s like the man knows exactly what to say all the damn time, to have you wanting to kick and scream like a little teenager in love.
he takes your dazed out state as a chance to lean right back in, claiming your lips with his. the man takes his time with you, kissing you while cupping your cheeks, kissing you gently like you were the only thing that mattered to him in this world.
“i’m really the luckiest.”
you had forgotten about the bet for a moment there... until you felt one of his hands slide its way under your shirt, resting dangerously beneath your bra. his fingers are so cold on your bare skin, the slightest contact, making you immediately feel things. especially in your panties.
now you were fully aware of what was going on, fully aware of where this was going if you let it.
and if you let it... you will definitely lose to niki’s 3 hour record, which also means you won’t be hearing the end of it from everyone else.
so with everything in you, you manage to push the man away, losing the warmth of his lips. he looks at you with surprise and a hint of concern, worried that he had done something to make you uncomfortable. jay always put you and your needs before him, one of the many reasons that made you fall for him in the first place.
“what’s wrong? everything okay?”
“i uh- yeah i just forgot to clean something i spilled earlier. i’ll be right back.”
and you were out of his sight before he could even respond, running to your shared study room to hide. you felt bad, especially with the obvious hard thing in his sweatpants you left him with, but you had to hold on. you weren’t going to lose to niki!
“let me clean it for you baby,” your boyfriend is now at the door, looking at you with those soft eyes you’ve always been a sucker for, “where’s the spill?”
“no- no it’s okay. go back to your work jay-”
your words are cut short when he does the exact opposite instead, making his way to you, his hands naturally reaching for your waist. but you move backwards, just to his amusement, the man thinking you were just playing with him.
“i’m okay, really. the spill is tiny,” you try to walk around him but he reaches for your waist again.
“love.”
you swear you almost disintegrated to the lowness of his voice, one that always had you physically wanting to curl into a ball. and now that he’s literally closing the gap between your bodies again, you know you’re on the very edge of giving in.
“are you running away from me?”
“no.”
“oh really? so you’re not trying to beat niki’s 3 hour record?” he laughs, his lips so dangerously close to your ear now.
“... no.”
“my love.”
you turn your head a little, just as jay leans in, kissing you hard and fast. unlike earlier, you know your boyfriend is hungry for you. he readjusts you so you’re now pressed against him, hands gripping at your waist, like he’s afraid you’d run away. and before you could even react, the man lifts you up and onto his study desk.
you’re now embarrassingly clinging onto him, like a koala to a tree. but you couldn’t care less anymore. you wanted park jongseong and you wanted him now.
“my baby is a little eager, aren’t you?”
“yes i am. so please...”
“tell me what you want baby,” he coos, his voice noticeably an octave lower than usual. his lips move down the side of your neck, leaving behind sloppy kisses that you know would turn purple by tomorrow morning but you don’t complain. “you know i’d give you anything right?”
“... fuck me. please jay, i need you right now.”
you could physically feel and hear his loud gulp the moment those words leave your lips, the man loving just how much control he has over his baby.
“anything for you my love.”
“jay...”
you’re both suddenly interrupted by the ding of your phone that’s coincidentally lying on the table. however it’s not the new message you’re worried about, it’s the running timer notification bar underneath that. something jay immediately notices too.
“you kept a timer?” he bursts out into laughter and pinches your cheeks, much to your embarrassment, “so 2 hours and 36 minutes, not bad baby. you lasted longer than i expected.”
“stop laughing!” you whine and bury your face into his chest, “i can’t lose to niki though. how about we continue this in half an hour.”
“how about we continue this now and we’ll say you did 4 hours.”
“park jongseong,” you say, your hands reaching up to cup his face, “i bloody love you.”
“i know. that’s why you only lasted 2 hours and 36 minutes.”
“i’m sure you can take much more than this,” he says with a chuckle, almost as if taunting you as his fingers continued working you without rest, “can’t you, doll?”
his choice of pet name has you immediately seeing white, your fingers clutching even harder onto the poor table beneath you. you’re just not used to this side of your boss, the side you thought only existed in your very wrong dreams of him.
yet here he was, his arm around your waist and with two of his fingers deep inside of you, working you towards your high. despite the very embarrassing squelching noises that is filling the room thanks to you, you wanted more. much more of this park jongseong. you wanted his lips on you, you wanted his hands touching you more, you wanted him inside of you.
you knew all of this was wrong on so many levels, that fucking your boss could lead to so many potential issues, like losing your job. but god was the man making you feel so good, better than any other man has ever made you feel before.
and he had barely even done anything.
“you look so pretty miss park, the prettiest,” his voice is even lower than usual, his sultry tone one that almost pushes you over the edge. he’s grinning down at you, his smug expression tells you that he’s pleased with how responsive you are to every single one of his words.
“s- sir...”
“i can’t imagine how pretty you’d look when i fuck you later.”
