#sub jay

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18+ ! jay audio (whimpering & wet sounds & music)

whiny baby thinking about how much he needs you to touch him :( ♡

[wispyn]

SWEET GIRL ❦ P.JS

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PLOT¡ ︵ after a long day, the only thing you want to do is take care of your lovely husband.

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the oven chimed with perfect timing, the warm, yeasty scent of fresh bread swirling through the kitchen. you slipped on your padded mitts, easing the heavy pan from the heat. as the sour, earthy aroma of the sourdough hit your nose, you felt that familiar spark of pride. you let the loaf settle to cool, moving with a quiet, practiced grace as you finished setting the table. you polished the plates until they gleamed like mirrors, aligned the silver forks with surgical precision, and set the crystal wine glasses just so, catching the soft glow of the overhead light.

then, finally, the heavy thud of the front door echoed through the house.

you wiped your palms on your white apron, smoothing down a few stray hairs before he reached the kitchen. when he finally appeared, he looked every bit the exhausted executive, tugging at his tie with a weary face. but the moment his eyes landed on you, the tension in his face crumbled into a soft, genuine smile. "jay, you’re finally home," you chirped, crossing the kitchen in a flutter of fabric to throw your arms around his neck.

you kissed him with a lingering passion that made him melt against you, his briefcase thudding forgotten to the floor as his arms locked around your waist. to him, you weren't just a wife; you were his sanctuary. he remembered the lean years—the cramped library carrels where you’d shared a single cup of coffee while he stayed up until dawn studying. you had been the only person who believed in his vision when he had nothing but a blueprint and a dream. he’d made sure that the moment you married—he’d provide a life where you’d never have to lift a finger for anyone but him. and in return, you made it your mission to be the perfect spouse, keeping his home pristine and his heart full. he cherished the fact that your hands were soft, no longer calloused from part-time jobs, and that your only worry was which outfit you’d put on the next day.

"hi, my beautiful wife," he murmured, his thumb tracing the curve of your cheek with a soft touch, as if he still couldn't believe you were real. he pressed a tender kiss to your forehead. "it smells incredible. what’s the occasion?" your eyes sparked with excitement as you gestured toward the spread. "i found a new cookbook today and decided to experiment. now, sit!"

you whisked his briefcase away to its usual spot by the door while he sank into his chair with a heavy sigh, rubbing at his neck. you returned to the table to slice the bread, the crust crackling under the knife, feeling his gaze heavy on you from across the table. "how was your day, princess?" he asked softly.

"calm," you replied, pouring the deep red wine into their glasses. "a trip to the store, a stop at the bakery for dessert... a lovely, quiet day. and yours?"

his expression darkened as the reality of the office rushed back. he took a bite of the bread, nodding at the flavor before letting out a sharp exhale. "not great, if i’m being honest. heeseung and i were trapped in meetings all day—just circular conversations that led nowhere. and the stocks are stagnant. they aren't dropping, but they aren't moving where i need them to be."

you watched him as he spoke, noting the slumped line of his shoulders. he had built his company from the dirt up, and while you were proud of his success, you hated how much of him it consumed. for the rest of dinner, you let him vent, listening intently to the complexities of a corporate world you didn't quite understand but followed for his sake.

despite your protests, jay insisted on helping with the cleanup. he washed the plates while you wiped down the counters, the rhythm easing some of the static in the air. when the last dish was dried, he leaned back against the counter, unbuttoning his cuffs with slow, tired movements.

you stepped into his space, wrapping your arms around his waist and resting your chin on his chest to look up at him. "you're exhausted, aren't you?" his hands found your waist, drawing you flush against him as he peppered kisses across your cheeks. "just a little tense, baby."

a brilliant idea struck you, making you pull back with a playful grin. "let’s take a bath together. i’ll give you a massage so you can actually get some sleep tonight, okay?"

you were already heading toward the bedroom before you finished the sentence. jay didn't say a word, a slow smirk spreading across his face as he followed you into the hall. "now that," he finally responded, his voice low, "sounds like a perfect idea."

the bedroom door clicked shut, the sound heavy and final, sealing the two of you into your own private world. you didn't even look back at him as you walked straight into the bathroom, the flick of the light switch revealing the clean bathroom. you turned the heavy brass taps, the roar of the water filling the room as steam began to curl off the surface, thick and white.

you felt him behind you before you saw him. jay was a shadow in the doorway, his tie gone, his shirt unbuttoned halfway down his chest. he looked wrecked, but the way he looked at you was pure, pathetic hunger. "get undressed, jay," you say, not even turning around as you tested the water.

the sound of his clothes hitting the floor was the only answer you needed. when you finally turned, he was standing there, completely bare and already aching for you. his cock was heavy, dark and thick, twitching against his stomach with every breath he took. he looked so big, so imposing, and yet his eyes were wide and pleading, waiting for his next order.

you stripped slowly—the apron, the shirt and jeans, the lace—until you were just skin and bone in the humid air. you let your side braid unravel, your hair tumbling down your back in waves and stepping into the scalding water. you didn't sit; you stood there, the water swirling around your calves, and gestured for him to join you. "get in baby."

he obeyed instantly, his massive frame sinking into the tub. however you were so clingy, you straddled him, your wet, dripping cunt sliding over his rock-hard thighs. the friction of skin on skin under the water was electric, the heat making every nerve ending scream. your hands traveled up his chest, watching the droplets race down his abs.

"what are you doing, princess?" jay rasped, his voice vibrating against your chest. his smile was lazy and hooded. "giving you that massage, remember?" you whispered. you leaned in until your breath hitched against his ear. your hands moved to his shoulders, digging into the iron-hard muscle, kneaded the stress right out of his frame. you felt him groan—a deep sound that vibrated through your seat. "so tense, baby... i can feel every long hour you put in."

as you worked your fingers into his neck, your chest brushed against his. you saw his pulse jumping in his throat. "you have no idea," he muttered, his eyes fluttering shut. "it’s a goddamn war zone out there. it never ends."

"i know," you murmured, pressing a wet, lingering kiss to the center of his chest, right over his heart. "but you’re the most hardworking man i’ve ever known. if the world doesn't appreciate you, i will. as long as you come home to me, i'll make sure you forget the rest of them even exist." you trailed your lips up to his collarbone, nipping the skin until he hissed.

jay’s eyes snapped open, dark and blown out with heat. he didn't wait. his hand tangled in your damp hair, pulling your face to his for a kiss that tasted of wine and pure hunger. it was deep, messy, and desperate.

under the water, your hand moved. you slid it down the plane of his stomach until you wrapped your fingers around his length. he was already rock hard, throbbing against your palm. he broke the kiss with a choked "fuck," his head thumping back against the tub as you began to stroke him.

"does this help with the stress?" you teased, your thumb swiping over the weeping tip, feeling him twitch and swell even further. you picked up the pace, the water acting as a slick lubricant as you pumped the full, heavy girth of him.

"more than you know," he groaned, his own hand coming up to catch your breast, his thumb raking over your nipple until you gasped. the friction was electric. your hair acted like a veil around your faces, the steam making everything feel like a fever dream. he swore he could cum just by looking at you, you were such a beauty. your hand felt every vein, the sheer heat of him making your own core ache and slick over.

just as his breath hitched, that sharp, staccato rhythm that meant he was close—you pulled your hand away. you didn't let him finish. instead, you gripped his hair, pulling him into another bruising kiss while you hovered over him.

"i could stay in here all night," you breathed against his lips, shifting to his sharp jaw, and slowly moving your hips. you felt the tip of him prodding at your entrance, teasing the sensitive folds. jay’s arms braced on the edge of the tub, his muscles bulging as he watched you through heavy lids. "until we’re wrinkled?”

"whatever you want babe," you smiled. you didn't make him wait long. you guided him to your opening, the tip of him blunt and massive. you bit your lip, slowly lowering yourself down, feeling your walls stretch and accommodate every inch of his thick shaft. a long, high-pitched moan escaped you as he bottomed out, hitting your cervix with a dull thud. "you fill me up so perfectly," you whimpered, starting to move.

"ride me," he begged, his hands finally coming up to bruise your hips, pulling you down harder even as he stayed submissive to your rhythm. "use my cock to make yourself a mother, yn. fuck... put my babies in you."

the filth of it made your mind go blank. you started to move, your hips rolling in wide, grinding circles that sent the bath water splashing violently over the sides. the room was filled with the sound of wet skin slapping against skin and his desperate, needy whimpers. you leaned forward, your breasts rubbing against his chest, your nipples hard as stones as you picked up the pace.

every time you slammed down, he hissed, his eyes rolled back so far you could only see the whites. he was completely undone by the way you worked your cunt around him. you were milking him, and you both knew it. "you love this, don't you?" you gasped, leaning back to show him exactly how he was stretching you. "coming home to your h-house clean—food always on the t-table the minute you step in—a w-wife who lives to please you? a girl who’s only yours?"

"fuck, yes," he choked out. "no one else touches you. no one else gets this." it was messy and loud, the sound of your loud moans together filling the room. you leaned forward, your hands on his shoulders, digging your nails into his skin as you picked up the pace.

you hit his sweet spot, making his cock twitch and throb inside you. you felt every vein, every thrum of his pulse. jay was a mess beneath you, whimpering like a dog, his mouth open as he panted for air. he couldn’t even think properly, his power outside this room completely forgotten as he worshipped the way you worked your pussy around him.

"you’re so tight," he hissed, his eyes snapping open to watch you. he looked at your body—the way your tits bounced, the way your skin was flushed red from the heat and the friction. "fuck, princess... you look so beautiful taking me like this."

the air was thick with the sound of shared whimpers. his mouth found your neck, sucking on it hard. every graze of his lips against your neck sent a fresh jolt of electricity through you. below the surface of the water, the friction was a rhythmic, grounding heat—a treasure you weren't ready to let go of. he looked up from your neck, his breath hitching with the unmistakable weight of his looming release, he managed a strained whisper. "yn... do you want me to pull—"

"no," you gasped, cutting him off as you gripped his shoulders, driving the pace faster. your voice was a desperate, honeyed plea. "do it. i want to carry your babies, jay..."

you bit your lip, the world beginning to blur at the edges as your climax was near. jay’s gaze locked onto yours, his eyes shimmering with a sudden, raw intensity. he nodded sharply, his calloused palms molding to your hips and anchoring you, pulling you down to ensure every inch of him was felt. "a little you... running around?" he echoed, his voice dropping an octave as his mouth formed a soft 'o' of wonder.

"or a little you," you moaned, leaning down to stroke his cheek, your heart hammering against your ribs. "imagine a little jay... chasing after you with a tiny briefcase just like yours?" the image seemed to hit him harder than the physical sensation. his eyes sparked, a soft, dazed smile breaking through his focus. in that moment, the idea of a family didn't just feel like a possibility; it felt like the final piece of the puzzle. "anything you want, angel," he promised, his voice thick with devotion. "i’ll give you everything."

you leaned in, capturing his groan with a searing kiss as your thighs tightened against his. the world narrowed down to the rush of the water and the explosive, shattering wave of your orgasm hitting all at once.

you clenched around him, your muscles squeezing his cock so hard he let out a strangled cry. the double hit of the heat and the friction was too much. you threw your head back, a loud, high-pitched shriek of pleasure tearing from your throat as you came, your vision going white.

jay wasn’t far from you. he let out a raw moan, his spine arching as he buried himself as deep as he could possibly go. you felt the hot, thick jets of his cum hitting your cervix, pulse after pulse of burning liquid filling you up, stretching you from the inside out. he didn't pull back; he stayed buried in you, his body shaking with the force of his release, making sure every drop stayed exactly where it belonged.

you collapsed against his chest, both of you panting, the only sound the dripping of water and the thud of your racing hearts. the silence that followed was heavy, broken only by your synchronized, ragged breathing. he held you there for a long time, his heart drumming against yours, his hand gently stroking your hair as the water grew still.

later, you padded into the bedroom wearing nothing but one of his shirts. it hung low, hitting mid-thigh, the scent of him clinging to the fabric. jay was already under the covers, his expression soft and sated. "that looks better on you than it does on me," he chuckled, pulling back the blanket. you crawled in beside him, tucking your head into the crook of his neck. "you think so?"

"i know so," he murmured, kissing your temple and pulling you flush against his warm side. "my sweet girl. i love you." and as you drifted off, you knew tomorrow would be exactly the same—a cycle of devotion, soft love, and the kind of heat that made the rest of the world disappear.

©wispyn, all rights reserved.

[venusentranced]

˖˙⟡ enhypen’s kinky secrets they wouldn’t want anyone but you knowing

⟢ genre/warnings: established relationships, kink discussion & small nsfw drabbles, knife play, cum play, wax play, masturbation, objectification, sex tapes, mommy kink

‧₊˚ ┊hey... haha... i'm not dead + not proofread ;P

᯽ heeseung and . . . cum play ♡ heeseung isn't shy about his submission, matter of fact he wears it like it's a badge of honor. he just doesn't want people knowing he likes when things get that messy. when he's covered in his own cum, when you're covered in it, when you spit it back into his mouth...

his body covered in a thin layer of sweat, hot and shaky. your mouth wrapped around his length for the fourth time in the last hour. you'd figure he'd be spent, unable to cum again but no, heeseung always has more to give, always willing to take more. the sight of your chest and lips messy with his release, dried down on his lower stomach, it's damn near pornographic. he's so sensitive and your mouth is so warm, you always know how to bring him right to the edge. a whimper breaks up the sound of his labored panting, his hands gripping at the sheets as tightly as he can. "wait, wait..." he gasps, trying to warn you that at any moment he'll fall right off that edge. you don't wait though, work him off that cliff with so much ease the thought alone is dizzying for him. whining loudly as you so skillfully suck him through the rush of his orgasm, pulling off of him once he's finished. a gesture of your hand orders him to open his mouth, standing up to drip his own cum into his mouth. "good boy," you hum, tapping his cheek with your palm. "now swallow."

᯽ jay and . . . total objectification ♡ for jay pleasing you is the most important thing for him when it comes to your sex life, getting you off, satisfying you. however, when you treat him like he's a toy, like he was made just to please you? as if every part of his body is the hottest, most arousing thing you have ever seen? his whole brain shuts off, it's his own personal heaven.

"take your shirt off." your order takes him by surprise, he'd only walked in the door a minute or two ago. he turns to look at you, see if he'd heard you properly but that look on your face tells him everything. "yes, ma'am," he whispers, his hands coming to pull the thin, spandex fabric of his compression shirt over his head. allowing you to stare at his naked torso, fresh from his work out. "aren't you pretty?" you tease, approaching him to run your hands over his bare skin. "such a pretty toy..." your words and touch make his eyes close, slowly falling to his knees at your feet, his face resting against your thighs. then his begging starts, "can i please eat you out?" his hands coming up to your thighs, kneading and squeezing as if that'll tempt you into agreeing, as if you'd say no to begin with. "that's what toys are good for, isn't it?" you ask, running your hands through his hair as his creep up to tug your shorts down.

᯽ jake and . . . panty thieving ♡ jake's puppy-like nature never pauses, he's always on the go. and from time to time, that means your panties are too! steal a pair from the dirty laundry, snatch them off the floor after you've had sex, swipe some from the counter while you're in the shower. he just misses you so much when you're not around, he can't help himself. can you really blame him?

the soft cotton fabric pressed against his face, the smell of you, the faint taste of you, it's enough to drive him insane. his hand has a tight, secure hold on his cock, making its way up and down at a speed you'd never approve of. you like to make him work for it, drag it out a little so that when he does cum it feels that much better. he doesn't have the patience for that, he doesn't have the self control for it either unless you're directly instructing him. he wants this now, he needs you but you're not here and his hand is working just fine right now. shaky moans parting his bitten lips, muttering curses into the empty hotel room. his fingers swiping over his sensitive tip so quickly it nearly hurts, whimpering to himself about the pleasure. he may not be following your usual patterns but he mimics your actions nevertheless. his chest rising and falling as the threat of cumming into his hand approaches so quickly, frantically draping your underwear over the throbbing head. watching the fabric turn darker as his release bleeds into the it.

᯽ sunghoon and . . . knife play ♡ sunghoon is such a pretty boy but something about the threat of violence against him just gets him going. he could easily overpower you but with a knife in your hand... he's all yours, completely at your mercy and will. and he loves every second of it.

the knife is so shiny under the light of your kitchen, so reflective he can see himself in the pristine metal. "who do you belong to, sunghoon?" you question, holding the blade just below his collarbone. "you." he answers immediately, his tone soft, reverent. his body is between yours and the island counter, he's completely relaxed, there's not even an ounce of tension in his body. "that's right," you praise, "you belong to me." you affirm, your voice so smooth and sultry, it makes his knees weak. one of his hands rests on your hip while the other is holding onto the counter's edge, his thumb slowly swiping back and forth over your hip bone. "i belong to you." he repeats, nodding his head in agreement with your statement. you press the pointed tip of the knife to his clavicle, letting his skin indent but never break. he lets out a soft exhale at the feeling, gently pulling you closer to him so you can feel what you're doing to him. his hard-on pushing against your thigh while you toy with the light amount of pressure on his skin. "i'll hurt you if you ever forget that." you threaten playfully, watching the smile spread across his face at your teasing.

᯽ sunoo and . . . sex taping ♡ sunoo loves to be looked at and adored, loves to be told just how attractive he is. he thrives off of the praise and the boost to his ego. recording him while you play with him or taking photos of his post-orgasm face, set the camera up to record you both and show him when it's all over, send it to him so he can use it when you're not around.

when you pull your phone out to video your hand stroking him the sound he lets out is wrecked. his hand flying up to cover his eyes as if seeing what you're doing will break him in half. his tip is round, pale brown and leaking everywhere. "so pretty, baby," your voice comes out a purr, the palm of your hand rubbing back and forth over the underside of his shaft for the camera. the sounds he makes coming out in a consistent stream, moans, whines, groans and gasps, they all spill from his lips like a faulty faucet. taking him into your hand to pay careful, torturing attention to his tip, squeezing roughly, poking gently at the slit and watching him writhe at the contact. every movement sounds so wet it only gives away just how much he loves it. "fuck... fuck, more, please..." he mumbles, his abdomen and thighs twitching in anticipation of more stimulation. "you're so greedy." you taunt, giving the head a particularly harsh squeeze before placing a soft smack on it. the action makes him gasp so loud you think it may have actually hurt, until the noisy moan follows after. "you like that?" you tease, toying with his tip a bit more. "yes, yes, please keep going!" always so good for the camera.

᯽ jungwon and . . . wax play ♡ jungwon loves a little pain, that's no secret, but similar to heeseung he doesn't want people to know just how messy he likes to get. takes it so well, begs for more, loves to admire the artwork you paint across his body in colorful ink.

the candle is kept high away from his body, giving it time to cool down before it drips down onto his skin. every drop is so warm and relaxing, similar to a bath for him only the liquid is never calm. his pillow is tucked neatly between his face and arms, his back bare for you so that you can see the entirety of your canvas. he's sure you're drawing a shape into him, he's just unsure what it is at the moment. it's a heart, it's bigger than it usually is though, so you're taking your sweet time to map it out. your free hand massaging his side attentively, making sure he keeps still and relaxed as you let the hot wax roll down. jungwon isn't much of a talker during these scenes, he really likes to enjoy it, it's almost meditative. you enjoy the process of painting him pink, blue, green, or red while he basks in your precision and control. it's mind numbing, a welcome, needed, feeling for him after all of his stress. you make all of the tension he stores simply melt away.

᯽ niki and . . . mommy kink ♡ niki loves to be the center of your attention but he has to maintain his cool image, he wants to measure up to and fit in with his older members. this desire however does not trump his need for you to give him absolutely everything he's ever craved. for niki, the kink swings both ways - sexual and nonsexual, but it's only ever enjoyed when he knows nobody else can hear him. when you're all alone.

his voice will be so quiet when he comes up behind you, his hands slipping under the loose fabric of your shirt to hold onto your waist. "mommy," he calls out to you, dipping his head into the crook of your neck and pulling you flush against him. "i missed you so much today." he confesses, his left hand sliding down, letting his fingers dip into your waistband before they fall still. "i missed you too, baby," you hum in reply, reaching a hand up to pet his head. you can feel it, feel him slowly, hesitantly, starting to grind against you, you always let him have his moments like these. he needs them. needs to know that when he puts himself out there for you, so vulnerable and timid, that you'll give him what he craves so desperately. sometimes this takes shape in letting him be a little rough, often times it takes shape in this - his acts of utter desperation that give away just how much he needs his mommy. the kitchen is almost silent but you can hear him breathing, it's soft but it's getting louder, his fingers pressing into your soft flesh as he seeks more friction from your body. he's not quite ready to ask for more, right now he just needs to take a little bit.

[purrrtasticsnake]

Tiny Masterlist

This is my masterlist for the sub!enhypen fics. I'm still working on it. How do people make these so aesthetic?

*Everything is Sub!idol x female dom!reader)*

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▪︎ Heeseung:

Imagine Heeseung as your sub

▪︎ Jay:

Imagine Jay as your sub

▪︎ Jake:

Imagine Jake as your sub

▪︎ Sunghoon:

Imagine Sunghoon as your sub

▪︎ Sunoo:

Imagine Sunoo as your sub

▪︎ Jungwon:

Imagine Jungwon as your sub

[noxitsnox]

pretty when you cry- p. jay

sub!ceo!jay x dom!gn!reader

summary: your boyfriend known for his though and cold demeanor hides a secret only you know about

tags: non idol au, suggestive content, dracyphilia, nipple play, handjob (jay receiving), cum play/denial, praise, sub!jay

a/n: here's the request, i hope you like it!! it wasn't specified if you wanted m or f reader so i tried to keep it gn ☺️ jay is crier and a whimperer because i like it and i said so thank you very much (also one of my worst works wtf)

you knew jay before you started working for him and his company. he was the classic drop out of college business man that motovational accounts on instagram loved. he was cold hearted, rational, and especially he didn't let anyone walk all over him- if he wanted something he would get it, and that's it. all his ex and current employees talked about the pressure that were on them all the time, they either gave their 200% or they'd be fired. it was never a complaint, they were merely stating a fact. jay had high expectations, but he also dedicated his whole life to his business and no one could really blame him for not wanting to hire people who didn't want to do the same.

when you started dating him you were sure he'd bring his assertive nature in the bedroom. with the way he acted in the office you already had a specific image of how your first night with him would go, so when as you were making out on the couch of his way too luxurious apartment you heard him whimper you were shocked.

small, soft, unnoticeble and so natural.

jay was grinding into you. you could feel him growing hard on your thigh. you hated how much you wanted him. you wanted to rip the clothes off of him and take him, no prep no lube.

but you wanted to see something before.

pulling away from he kiss you slowly undid his white, perfectly ironed button up. he was looking up at you, watery eyes and hair messy from your sliding through them just a couple minutes earlier. he was so hot, his body seemed sculpted by myron from how perfect it was.

you took one of his hard, red nipples between your fingers. he didn't stop you, instead pulling his head back he moaned softly. you placed a kiss on his jaw, teasing him with your tounge.

"y/n... please-"

you chuckled. jay was so different from what you were used to see. tracing kisses on his body, your mouth met his other nipple. you bit it gently and his hips jerked up instinctively. he looked at you with pleading eyes.

"okay okay, big boy. here we go." you said as you got up from his lap and sat next to him on the couch.

you stopped all kind of physical contact to remove his belt. and you did it as slow as you could. after the belts were his suit pants, and then his underwear that had a suspicious wet spot on the crotch. he was hard and big, way more than you expected it was almost intimidating, until you looked at him in the face. he was desperate, blushing and trying to look away. who knew the famous ceo was so shy?

"jay, spit on my hand." he looked at you wide eyed, but eventually he did it.

once again, as soon as you touched him he moaned. you laughed as you gently moved your hand on his lenght. you could feel the veins under his skin. his reaction was priceless. there wasn't a moment of silent, whimpers, heavy breaths and moans filled up the room.

his hips were following the pace of your hands. he was so desperate for touch, the closer he got the louder his moans were. "all this just from hand job? jay, you're so cute."

he shook his head in protest, but that only made him look cuter in your eyes. his eyes filled with tears, his dick twitched in your hand. "y/n~ i'm close."

he sobbed when your hand stopped. "baby", you whined playfully. "i was just starting to have fun, wait a little bit."

he stared with his big red puffy eyes. "you're even more adorable when you cry." you kissed the tears falling out on his cheeks before taking him back in your hand. "let's see how long it takes you to cum if i..." you didn't finish your sentence but with your other hand you went to his nipple. and just like before, jay was a mess, he was squirming under you, whimpers and soft "please" escapes his mouth uncontrollably.

he came shortly after, moaning loudly your name. white cum sat on his stomach and thighs. his cheeks stained with more tears.

[enhypen-btswriter]

Riding You - (Part 5: P.J.) (Smut)

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The waiting room buzzes with pre-race tension, the distant roar of engines vibrating through the walls. You're an F1 driver, suited up but nerves twisting your gut like a knot. Pacing, you check your watch for the tenth time, chest tight with anxiety.

Jay watches from the couch, his supportive gaze steady. He stands, closing the distance, hands gentle on your arms. "Hey, you're gonna crush it out there. You've trained for this—trust yourself."

You sigh, the ache in your chest easing slightly under his caring touch. "I know, but... what if I fuck up?"

He leans in, lips brushing yours in a soft kiss that deepens quickly. Your hands find his waist, pulling him flush as tongues slide together, the kiss turning hungry. Jay's fingers thread through your hair, then he pushes you back onto the couch, straddling your thighs.

"Maybe you need a stress reliever," he murmurs, eyes dark with intent, that caring smile turning wicked.

You raise a brow, pulse racing for a different reason now. "Yeah? And what's that?"

Jay's hands move to your race suit pants, unzipping and tugging them down to expose your hard cock, already straining. He smirks, wrapping a hand around the base.

"Already? Damn, I must be hotter than I thought."

You smirk back, hand cupping his jaw. "You are. Always."

He chuckles, shedding his own pants swiftly, ass bare and inviting. Grabbing his jacket from beside him, he fishes out a travel-sized lube. "Why do you have that?" you ask, amused.

"Emergencies like this," he says with a wink, squirting the cool gel onto your dick. The sensation sends shivers racing down your spine, cock twitching in his grip as he strokes it in.

Jay lines himself up, pushing down slowly, rim stretching around your head. He holds still, breathing deep, ass clenching as he takes more. "Fuck... you're thick," he groans, inching lower until he's fully seated, balls resting against yours.

You grip his thighs, fighting the urge to thrust. "Take your time."

He nods, then begins to move, lifting up with a roll of his hips before sinking back down. His pace builds steadily, hands clamped tight on your arms for leverage. Each bounce draws moans from him, the tight heat of his ass dragging along your length.

"Fuck, baby... feels incredible," you gasp, meeting his downward strokes with upward snaps, the couch groaning in protest.

"Yeah?" He grinds down hard, circling his hips to hit deep, his own cock hard and leaking against your stomach. Sweat beads on his forehead, breaths coming in sharp pants as he rides you faster, ass slapping your thighs.

You nod, hands sliding to his ass, spreading him wider for deeper penetration. "Keep going—just like that. So fucking good."

The rhythm turns frantic, his grip bruising your arms, moans blending with the muffled race sounds outside. "Close... cum with me," he demands, voice rough.

Tension snaps; you thrust up deep as he slams down, both crying out. Cum floods his ass in hot pulses while his spills between you, sticky and warm. You shudder together, locked in release.

Panting, you pull him close, kissing the top of his head. "Thank you. Needed that."

Jay hums contentedly against your neck, body lax. "Go out there and win. For us."

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Okay so I was going through my notes app and realized I did infact have Jay’s done already . Just Jake and Sunoo left and then I can’t focus on the other stories 😛✌🏼

TY

[delusionalkfan]

fem life- jaywon

Jay: bottom Jungwon: top (Please don't hate me for this) Jay: new to college, Heeseung's younger brother, has a crush on Jungwon....and loves to wear skirts and short dresses (he does, and what are you gonna do about it) Jungwon: college bad boy, is gay as hell, whipped for Jay..and fuckin pervert. genre: smut --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Jay groans as sunlight filters through the blinds, cutting sharp lines across his eyelids. He pulls his comforter over his head, only to have it yanked off again.

"Get up, Jay," Heeseung says, standing over him with a cup of coffee and a smirk. "First day of college. You don't want to be late."

Jay whines, "Hyung, it's too early. Five more minutes..."Heeseung sighs but sets the coffee down on Jay's nightstand. "You'll thank me later. Now get up, or I'll tell Mom you're skipping."

That's enough motivation. Jay sits up, rubbing his eyes and pouting. "You're the worst."

Heeseung laughs, ruffling Jay's hair. "Love you too, brat."Jay shuffles to the closet, gaze flicking over his collection of skirts and dresses. He picks out a soft pink dress, short but comfortable, and pairs it with white knee socks. As he smooths lip gloss over his lips, he catches his reflection. He smiles, confidence flickering in his chest. This is who he is. No one's going to tell him otherwise. Campus is a blur of noise and color. Heeseung leads Jay through the crowd, introducing him to his friends—Jake, Sunoo, and Niki. They're warm and welcoming, immediately dragging Jay into their banter.

"So, you're Heeseung's little brother?" Jake grins, nudging him. "You're cuter than he said."

Jay blushes, hiding behind his latte. "Don't tease me...""You'll fit right in," Sunoo declares, slinging an arm around Jay's shoulders. "Anyone gives you trouble, you come to us."

Jay relaxes, grateful for the support. As they head down the hallway, he feels a prickling at the back of his neck, like someone's watching him. He turns—and locks eyes with Jungwon.

Jungwon is leaning against the wall, black hair tousled, wearing a leather jacket over his uniform. He's got that look—half bored, half predatory. When Jay meets his gaze, Jungwon's lips curl up in a smile.Jay hesitates, heart pounding, then crosses the hallway. "Um, hi."

Jungwon tilts his head, eyes lingering on Jay's dress. "Hi, kitten."

Jay's brain short-circuits. Kitten? He tries to play it cool, but his cheeks burn. Damn, he's hot. Please, let me crawl into your lap, hottie.

"Can we be friends?" Jay blurts, fidgeting with the hem of his dress.

Jungwon's smile deepens. "Of course, princess."Heeseung calls from down the hall, "Jay! I'll drop you to your first class."Jay waves goodbye, ignoring the way Jungwon's gaze lingers. Heeseung eyes him, brow raised. "Everything okay?"

Jay nods, lips twitching. "Yeah. I made a friend."

Heeseung nods approvingly. "If anyone bullies you, tell me. I'll handle it." Jay smiles, comforted by his brother's protectiveness. Jay sits by the window in his first class. Mr. Park comes in, greeting the students, and the lesson begins. The day passes in a blur of introductions and syllabi.

When class ends, Heeseung and his friends pick Jay up. "Thanks for walking me," Jay says, waving them off as Heeseung heads to the supermarket.

Alone, Jay heads down the sidewalk, lost in thought—until he hears, "Hey, Jay."He turns. Jungwon is walking beside him, hands in his pockets.

"Where are you going?" Jay asks, a little breathless.

"Home," Jungwon answers. "Want to come over?"Jay beams. "Sure!"

Jungwon's apartment is small but cozy. As soon as they enter, a golden retriever puppy launches itself at Jay, knocking him down and licking his cheek.

Jay giggles, scratching behind its ears. "Aww, your puppy's so cute!"Jungwon flushes, pulling the dog off. "That's Meumi. Sorry, she gets excited."

Jay sits up, brushing dog hair from his dress. "Where are your parents?"

Jungwon's smile fades. "They kicked me out when they found out I was gay. I live with my uncle now."

Jay's expression softens. "I'm sorry."

Jungwon shrugs, but his eyes are vulnerable. "It's alright. I have Meumi."

Jay's phone buzzes—Heeseung, telling him to come home. Jay stands, brushing his skirt smooth. "Thanks for having me over, Jungwon. See you tomorrow?"

"Definitely," Jungwon says, watching him go.

The next morning, Jay spots Jungwon on campus and runs over. "Hi, Jungwon! How are you?"Jungwon grins, ruffling Jay's hair. "Hey, kitten. I'm good. Want to go to class together?"

Jay's eyes widen. "You're in my class?"

Jungwon laughs. "Yeah, I just sit at the back." Jay's friends join them. Jake nudges Jay. "How's your friend over there?"

Jay glances at Jungwon, who has his headphones on, oblivious. "He's fine. We're going to class together. Right, Heeseung hyung?"

Heeseung nods, ruffling Jay's hair. "Be careful, okay?"He kisses Jay's cheek, earning a chorus of "Awwww!" from their friends. As Jay and Jungwon walk away, Jake hisses, "Jungwon likes him for sure!"

Niki grins. "We have to get them together." Heeseung just sighs, shaking his head.

As they walk,someone bumps into Jay, sneering, "Freaking femboy. Want to come to the bathroom and—?" Jungwon moves before Jay can react, slamming the guy against the lockers. "Touch him again, and I'll end you." The guy's nose starts bleeding. "I—I'm sorry!"Jay is trembling, tears pricking his eyes. Jungwon turns to him, gentle now. "You okay, kitten?"Jay nods, voice shaking.  "Thank you."Jungwon hands him a water bottle. "Breathe. I've got you."Jay looks up, teary-eyed.  "Can I... can I sit on your lap?"Jungwon blinks, then smiles. "Of course, princess." In class, Jungwon sits at the back, patting his lap. Jay settles on him, adjusting, oblivious to the effect it's having. Jungwon's hand tightens on his waist.

"Stop moving, kitten." Jay pouts, wiggling more. "I'm not comfy."Jungwon grits his teeth.   "If you don't stop, I'll have to punish you." Jay grins, mischievous, and keeps moving. Jungwon's grip on his waist tightens. "Be a good boy." Jay giggles, enjoying the attention. But when Professor Sunghoon walks in, he gives them a suspicious look. "Jay, to your desk, please."Jay slips off, face burning. Jungwon leans in, whispering, "We'll finish this later." At lunch, Heeseung calls them over. Jake is practically vibrating.   "So, did something happen between you two?"Jay blushes.  "Nothing happened—we were just sitting—" "He was on Jungwon's lap!" Sunoo cackles. Jay covers his face. "Stop! It's not funny." Heeseung glares at Jungwon, who just smirks. Jake squeals, "I ship it!" The rest of the day passes in a blur of teasing and stolen glances.After class, Jungwon asks Heeseung, "Can Jay come over to work on our project?"Heeseung sighs, dramatic as always. "Sure, just take care."Jay hugs him. "Thanks, hyung!" Jay's heartbeat quickens as he stands in Jungwon's dim apartment, the city's night lights flickering through the curtains. Heeseung's voice is still in his ears—be careful, text me if you need anything—but all Jay can think about is the way Jungwon is looking at him.He's wearing a black skirt, short and soft, legs bare, the cool air teasing skin left purposely exposed. No panties. The secret makes heat pool in Jay's cheeks and somewhere lower. He

knows Jungwon will notice. That's the whole point.

Jungwon says nothing at first, just closes the door behind them and tosses his keys onto the counter. He looks at Jay—really looks, eyes trailing from Jay's pink-glossed lips to the hem of his skirt and down, lingering. The silence is heavy, loaded.

"Did you do this for me?" Jungwon finally asks, voice a low, cold drawl that makes Jay shiver. "Or do you just like getting attention?"

Jay's lips quirk, his voice a little shaky, a little defiant. "Maybe both."

Jungwon moves closer, predatory, crowding Jay back until he bumps against the arm of the couch. "You think you're clever. Walking around like that. I should make you regret it."Jay's breath catches, his bravado flickering. He wants to push, to tease, but Jungwon's eyes are so cold, so in control, that Jay suddenly feels small, vulnerable, and desperately excited.

Jungwon sits on the couch, spreading his knees, and crooks a finger. "Come here."

Jay climbs onto his lap, straddling Jungwon's thighs, skirt riding up indecently high. He feels exposed, every inch of him trembling with anticipation.

Jungwon's hands settle on his hips, fingers cold and unyielding. "No panties, huh?" he murmurs, voice full of dangerous amusement. "You really are a brat."

Jay's cheeks burn, but he holds Jungwon's gaze. "What are you going to do about it?"Jungwon's lips curl into a slow, dangerous smile. "You're going to ride me, princess. But you're not going to come. Not until I say. Not even close."

Jay's stomach flips, nerves and want tangling inside him. "Jungwon—"

Jungwon cuts him off with a squeeze to his hips. "You'll beg before I'm done with you. And you won't get what you want until you're truly sorry for acting out."

He sets Jay's pace, hands guiding, holding Jay in place. Jay rocks his hips, grinding down, but Jungwon won't let him set his own rhythm—he's forced to go slow, then fast, then slow again, always just on the edge but never enough. The friction, the roughness, the way Jungwon's eyes bore into him—Jay is dizzy with it, desperate, every muscle tensed.

He tries to go faster, but Jungwon's hands clamp down, stopping him. "Did I say you could?" Jungwon's tone sends a chill down Jay's spine.Jay whines, voice breaking. "Please, Jungwon, please, I need—"

"Not yet," Jungwon says, utterly unmoved. "You're going to work for it, kitten. You want to come? Beg. Make me believe you."

Jay's breath comes in ragged gasps, thighs burning, nerves on fire. He rocks against Jungwon, desperate for more, but is denied at every turn. Jungwon is relentless—cold, in control, never letting Jay get close to release. Every time Jay's breath hitches, every time his hips stutter, Jungwon pulls him back, slows him down, makes him start over.

Jay's voice is thick with tears and want. "Please, Jungwon, please, I'll be good, I promise, please let me—"

Jungwon only shakes his head, grip tightening. "Still too bratty. You haven't learned yet."

Jay's vision blurs, his fingers clutching at Jungwon's shirt, his whole body straining, wanting, aching. The denial becomes its own kind of pleasure—sharp, overwhelming, leaving Jay trembling and undone.

Jungwon's breath is harsh against Jay's ear. "You look so pretty like this. Desperate. Needy. Is this what you wanted, kitten?"

Jay nods frantically, unable to speak, his whole world narrowed to Jungwon's hands, his voice, the rough way he keeps Jay right on the edge and never lets him fall.Minutes blur into forever. Jay's body is slick with sweat, his thighs quivering, every nerve ending screaming for release. He begs over and over, voice breaking, "Please, please, Jungwon, I can't—please let me—"

Jungwon finally, finally leans forward, his cold mask cracking just enough to let pride and satisfaction through. He cups Jay's face, forcing him to meet his gaze. "You've been punished enough, princess. You can come now."

Relief floods Jay's body. He crashes forward, sobbing Jungwon's name, the pleasure overwhelming, all the denial breaking apart in a rush.After, Jay collapses against Jungwon's chest, breathless and spent, the world spinning. Jungwon's hands stroke his back, coolness fading to something almost gentle.

"Next time you act out, remember this," Jungwon murmurs, his lips brushing Jay's hair. "You're mine. I'll always take care of you—even when I punish you."

Jay smiles, boneless and happy, eyes fluttering shut. "Yes, Jungwon."They stay tangled together, the city lights flickering, the night long and full of promise.

Jay wakes to sunlight sneaking through the curtains and the ache of last night thrumming in his thighs. He tries to swing his legs out of bed, but his muscles protest, making him wince and whimper softly. Jungwon, half-awake beside him, gazes over with a lazy, satisfied smirk.

"Need some help, princess?" Jungwon drawls, sitting up and stretching. "You really did a number on yourself last night, huh?"

Jay's cheeks burn as Jungwon gently helps him up and into his clothes, hands lingering with teasing affection. Jay pouts, swatting weakly at Jungwon's hands, but lets himself be fussed over. "You're so annoying," he mumbles, though his heart flutters at the attention.

"Annoying and helpful," Jungwon retorts, smoothing Jay's skirt and kissing his temple. "C'mon, let's not be late."

Walking is a struggle, and Jay leans into Jungwon for support as they make their way across campus. When they reach the usual courtyard table, Sunoo's eyes light up immediately.

"Jay! Why are you walking as if you've just run a marathon?" Sunoo asks, voice full of mischief.Niki grins, "Uh-oh, somebody had a fun night!"

Jake tries to hide his laughter behind his coffee cup, but it's no use—his cheeks are pink, and he's giggling. "Don't tease him! Jay looks like he's suffering."

Jungwon just slides an arm around Jay's waist, all smug pride. "He'll live. Maybe next time he'll think before he acts out."

Jay ducks his head, mortified, but the warmth in their voices makes him feel safe despite the embarrassment.

Suddenly, Heeseung slides in next to Jake, throwing an arm around his boyfriend's shoulders. He leans in, voice low and teasing, "You think it's funny, huh, Jake? Keep laughing, and you'll be next. I'll make sure you can't walk straight for a week."

Jake's eyes go wide, a blush spreading across his cheeks. "Hyung!" he squeaks, voice a high, shocked giggle.

The table erupts in laughter, and a chorus of "Oooooooh!" as Jake buries his face in his hands, flustered and shy.

Sunoo fans himself, cackling. "Scandalous! Our Jake, corrupted by Heeseung hyung!"

Niki grins, "Careful, Jake, you might end up like Jay here."

Jay groans, covering his face. "I'm never going to live this down," he whines, but there's a smile in his voice.

Jungwon squeezes Jay's side, whispering so only he can hear, "You're cute when you're embarrassed."

Heeseung squeezes Jake's waist, grinning with pride. "You've been warned, babe."

Jake just shakes his head, still blushing, but he can't hide the tiny, thrilled smile tugging at his lips.

The teasing at the table shows no signs of stopping. Jake is still blushing, tucked against Heeseung's side, trying to hide behind his coffee cup as the others chuckle and nudge each other.

Heeseung grins down at Jake, mischief in his eyes. "You know, Jake, you keep teasing Jay, but you're not so innocent yourself. Should I remind everyone about that night last month?"

Jake looks up, eyes wide. "Hyung, no—" His voice cracks, mortified.

But Heeseung is relentless. "You know, the night you were begging for it so loud, I'm pretty sure the whole dorm heard you. I told you if you kept it up, I wouldn't let you come all night." He leans in, whispering in Jake's ear loud enough for everyone to hear, "And I kept that promise, didn't I?"

Jake's face goes scarlet, and Sunoo nearly chokes on his juice. Niki bursts out laughing, clutching his stomach. "No way! Jake, you poor thing!"

Jay, wide-eyed, suddenly connects the dots. "Wait—so that's why I couldn't sleep that night? I thought someone was getting murdered outside my window!"

The whole table erupts. Sunoo is howling with laughter, Niki's practically in tears, and Jake is squealing, hiding his face in Heeseung's shoulder. Even Jungwon cracks a smirk, shaking his head in disbelief.

Heeseung just grins, smug and affectionate, tightening his arm around Jake. "Maybe next time you'll remember to keep it down, babe. Or maybe I'll make it even harder for you."

Jake groans, peeking up through his fingers, his embarrassment only matched by the soft smile he gives Heeseung. "You're the worst," he mumbles, but the fondness in his eyes is unmistakable.

Jay giggles, eyes twinkling as he leans into Jungwon, "Remind me never to walk past your room again, hyung."

Sunoo wipes away a tear. "Best breakfast ever. Honestly, I live for this drama."

The group dissolves into laughter and teasing, the morning light golden on their table, warmth

and friendship wrapping around them as surely as the arms of the ones they love.

Special Heejake part :)

After the noisy breakfast fades into the background, Heeseung and Jake wander away from the group, hand in hand. They find a quiet alcove shaded by ivy, the morning sun warm on their skin. Jake leans into Heeseung's side, still pink-cheeked from all the teasing.

Heeseung nudges him gently. "Still embarrassed?"Jake smiles shyly, peeking up through his lashes. "A little. But mostly I just keep thinking about... you know... last night."

Heeseung grins, turning so only Jake can see the sparkle in his eyes. "Oh? You mean when you begged so sweetly? I keep thinking about it too." He dips his head, pressing a teasing kiss to Jake's ear. "You were so cute—couldn't keep quiet for anything."

Jake blushes, but he giggles, squeezing Heeseung's hand. "It's your fault. You know exactly what you do to me."

Heeseung's fingers brush lightly over Jake's wrist, tracing lazy circles. "I love the way you look when you're flustered. It makes me want to tease you even more." His voice is warm and playful, but there's a gentle promise in it, too. "But I'll try to be good... at least until we're alone again."

Jake laughs, leaning in to steal a quick kiss. "You're never really good, hyung."Heeseung pretends to pout, then grins and kisses Jake again—sweet, lingering, with just enough heat to make Jake's heart race.

"Maybe not," Heeseung whispers, "but I'm really good at loving you."

Jake smiles, suddenly bold, and whispers back, "And I'm really good at loving you, too."They fall into a comfortable embrace, laughter and warmth wrapping around them. The world feels a little softer, a little brighter, and even the teasing from earlier doesn't matter when they're together like this.

[spideyriki]

as much as i absolutely love boypussy sunoo or jungwon but imagine one of the more conventionally (jungwon n sunoo are also manly !) manly/ masculine members with a boypussy, specifically jay :(

like meeting jay and he's all buffed out with defined pecs and all but during sex you've got him crying out all pretty, why? because you've been pressing a vibrator against his sensitive clit all night !!!

or imagine buying jay some pretty panties and a small miniskirt, only to bend him over the kitchen counter, pulling up his skirt and pushing the fabric aside and fingering him while he's cooking in the kitchen until he's creaming around your fingers.

or or like making jay sit on your face and he's all flushed from the request because he's noticeably larger and more muscular than you yet he feels so small when you ask him to sit his tight little pussy on your face and you eat him out till he's squirting.

OH and is it just me but does anyone else feel like jay would love getting degraded but like gently?

"baby's pussy couldn't help but make a mess all over me, hmm?"

"you have such a tight little cunt, huh? you need me to stretch it open for you, jay?"

i can totally imagine him getting wet at just the mere way you talk about his pussy.