Hii. I'm an 19yo MOA and ENGENE!! My pronouns are he/him. My biases are Soobin and Kai, [ not to mention my massive crush on Beomgyu ] and Jungwon.
I will probably only really write about who I wanna write if I'm being honest. I'm also not very confident in my writing skills so that's why I don't write full on fics aggshdhahe
I'll honestly probably just write whatever whenever.
cw: as ambigious as i could but could come off as afab!reader in some sections! no gender stated as always<3
a = aftercare (what they’re like after sex)
clingy!!!!! making sure ur alright, that nothing hurts, have u peed yet dont get urself an infection, do u need food or some water, u just want cuddles oh ok he can do that!!!!!!! its endearing despite overwhelming how much he cares :]
b = body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)
his hands and ur wrists/neck and these go pretty hand in hand bc his obsession with both starts bc of how his hands look wrapped around different parts of u >_> !! becomes especially obsessed with how easily he can wrap his long fingers around ur wrists (although hes entirely too gentle everytime he does it in ur opinion) !
if u have tits he’d also be a very big fan of them!
c = cum (anything to do with cum, basically)
another one who cums a Lot. loves cumming inside u so much dont make him pull out </3 he will of course but u could b filled w his babies cmon :< even if u can’t get pregnant he will be acting like u can and it makes him so nasty
d = dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)
RLY adores cumming in u and then clean it all up w his mouth, might feed it to u sometimes too, tongues tangled up w ur mingling tastes :p
e = experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)
a little but everytime u would think its his first time, and he knows what he’s doing up until pleasure makes him stupid, and his most feral instincts take over :3c
f = favourite position (this goes without saying)
pretty standard w missionary, likes seeing ur face especially when he wraps his fingers around ur throat. if u have boobies hes also a fan of u riding him just so theyre in his face and he can have his mouth on them the whole time. even if u dont hes gonna b sucking and licking at ur chest w reckless abandon tbh he doesnt care . shrugs
g = goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)
hes more serious but not too intense, its typically light hearted bc its just him rly caring for u ! <3
h = hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)
generally well kept hes a manscaper or whatever but hes not that hairy to begin w. random but i want him to have heart pubes idk ฅ/ᐠ. ̫ .ᐟ\ฅ
i = intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)
very!!!!!! intimate!!!!!!! even when he’s rough this man is fucking u like he loves u (which granted, he does) holding u close while he rearranges ur insides and tells u ur the prettiest person hes ever seen .. sighs dreamily
j = jack off (masturbation headcanon)
if he cant be w u hes absolutely jerking off all the time and he loves it just as much as sex itself tbh. huge perv he cant help that his mind is always in dirty places and making his cock hard. who doesnt love jerking off sometimes ! hes real for that idgaf !
k = kink (one or more of their kinks)
breeding or pretty much anything to do with cumplay at all. overstimulation and edging probably big ones for him too!!! both giving and receiving ;3c
l = location (favorite places to do the do)
besides ur bedroom, the couch bc it means u can ride him, and the shower; despite how inconvenient and slippery it might get sometimes ＿|￣|○
m = motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)
literally anything and everything u do will get him going. smth spills from ur mouth when u take a drink, hes hard. he gets even a tiny glimpse of under ur shirt, hes hard. he even remotely thinks abt kissing u a little deeper than whats usually chaste and hes hard. u name it, he’ll find some way to divert it in his mind to some perverse memory or fantasy
n = no (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)
just nothing taboo, otherwise i don’t actually know what i’d say his turns off are … :S nothing to draw blood either
o = oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)
not any particular preference— he loves using his tongue on u as much as he loves having his cock in ur mouth, so u ask him and he’ll probably just end up shrugging and tell u that he’d love both at the same time if u would ever 69 w him<3 although he does like seeing u struggle to take his big cock w tears in ur eyes, so maybe sometimes he leans a little one way than the other ʅ（◞‿◟）ʃ ！
p = pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)
slow to start with so u can get used to the stretch of taking him, hes so big after all :((( soothing u with a shaky ‘is it too much, baby?’ before he fucks the absolute lights out of u when u give him the go ahead x_x
q = quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)
loves a quickie bc he loves getting off like i have said a few times now ! obviously loves it more when he has time to savour and rly enjoy himself w u but he loves it all the same that he gets to giggle w u while u breathlessly do smth so dirty ✌︎('ω'✌︎ )
r = risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)
yes and yes! risky to him sometimes is hotter and therefore best! ready to get caught by any of his members at anytime im afraid … poor guys … kinda …
s = stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)
lasts a long time but its bc he tries and wants u to cum first, otherwise he’d blow his load so fast. edges himself if he really thinks hes abt to give in to his high. will go for as many rounds as u want and can handle bc again, always managing to make himself hard around u so !
t = toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)
BIG fan of his fleshlight !!!! probably doesn’t own anything much else in terms of sex toys outside of that but thats all he probably needs anyway !!! jerking himself off w it when ur away, or fucking into it while u watch and say such dirty things to each other hnnnffff :(((((( ‘wish this was you, sweetheart. don’t you?’
u = unfair (how much they like to tease)
a crazy amount, but he makes it worth it bc u always get what u want in the end anyway, why not let him have a little fun w it? ur just so pretty when u beg a little <3
v = volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)
louddd whimpers and the prettiest moans, and he practically hiccups when he gasps, he sounds sooooo pretty</3 tries his hardest to keep his volume down but u moan and it’s practically like a response the way he can’t help it :<
w = wild card (a random headcanon for the character)
wants (needs) to be pegged/topped at least once in his lifetime but has no idea how to ask for it which is crazy bc of how nasty he already is in bed. if u wanna bottom just say that, king! u have the ass for throwing it back!
x = x-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)
ive seen the dick print tweets he is HUNG. end of talk thank u
y = yearning (how high is their sex drive?)
do i need to comment on this one or have we gotten the message yet … say hi hi hi hi 안녕하고 말할 만큼
take me high high high high 나를 좀 더 데려가 줘
z = zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)
not so much tired as he is just satiated? ,,,so he’ll be pretty dozy but loves to chat w u after the fact. or at least he likes listening to you talk yk? he’ll give u hums of acknowledgment while u run ur hands thru his hair and pretty soon u’ll have him snoring away against ur chest lol<3
warning(s): !!smut mdni!! pervy soob, forced orgasm, masturbation (m.), ummmm office worker!reader, he also makes hentai inspired by reader lol, exhibitionism honedtly just a ramble, not proofread or anything….
mmmmm hentai producer!soobin who probably should feel guilty for making all the women in his videos look a certain way… beautiful and a bit innocent, just like the girl he rides the public bus with.
sketching you on days he sits across from you, making sure that he has the vision for his next animation <3 making sure his favorite parts of you are in excruciating detail. of course he won’t show these drafts to the main animators of his company, but enough to reflect on as he sits in meetings, giving feedback on how the film is going
sitting at his desk, watching the final draft of the film,, squirming so badly in his chair… he can’t fight off the erection.. this particular film.. she looks just like you. the icing on the cake would have been if the male character looked just like him but it would be too suspicious wouldnt it?
he shuts his laptop and beelines for the closest bathroom, hoping no one would be there— it wouldnt matter though. his urges to fuck the girl on the bus are too high for him~
the way the pencil skirt hugs your thighs every morning… an office woman~ maybe he should offer you a job? shaking his head, soobin pulls down his pants in one of the many open stalls, slightly moaning at the relief from constraint his cock was in.
going back to thinking about you,, the way your blouse hugs your chest and your legs glistening in the morning sun that seeps through the bus windows. fuck he needs you. and needs you now.
he pulls the hentai film up on his phone, plugging his headphones in shakily from desire and adrenaline. leaning against the wall and gripping the base of his dick, he watches as animated you slowly undress, revealing such a beautiful body, he could worship for days.
he could only hope that his depiction of your ass, tits and pussy were close to reality. not too long after, he’s biting his lip so hard, that his pathetic moans wouldn’t escape. one hand pumping his cock raw and the other replaying the same portion of the video,, his pent up desire makes him lose time.
he’s forced to cum earlier than he wanted, rushing to catch the next bus. able to get a seat, he waits until you get on. so eager, isn’t he? perv who came not too long ago to the idea of you now hopes the bus would be full enough to have your ass directly in his face <33
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Ugh why am I in love with so many men…. I feel like such a whore 🤭🤭🤭 only for them
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Pervy!roommate!Soobin who loves to watch you walk around in short shorts while hiding his hard on with the pink fuzzy throw pillows you bought
Pervy!roommate!Soobin who jerks off to the pair of panties he stole after you left them in the bathroom
Pervy!roommate!Soobin who has snuck into your room countless times to smell your sheets and may have humped your pillows a few times
Pervy!roommate!Soobin who presses his ear against your door as you please yourself not being able to stop himself from palming himself through his sweatpants
Pervy!roommate!Soobin who sniffed so many pairs of your panties the scent engraved in his nose
Pervy!roommate!Soobin whose moans can be heard through your closed door so you know just how desperate he is
Pervy!roommate!Soobin who whimpers your name over and over as his cum covers his stomach
sypnosis: as a timid little pervert, soobin's favorite mantra is what you don't know won't kill you. but what he doesn't know is that you've already caught up with his nightly habits of watching you asleep.
pairings: pervert roommate!soobin x fem!reader
genre: pure smut (mdni!), roomies to ???, nonidol!au
warnings: detailed explicit content. sub!soobin. meanie dom!reader. heavy themes of somnophilia. subspace. unprotected sex. piv. dubious consent. thigh humping. tons of cursing. cowgirl. use of cuffs. post-nut clarity xd. premature ejaculation. slapping. dacryphilia. nipple play (m). finger sucking. degradation kink (m). pet names (bunny). pussy rubbing. multiple orgasms. soobin cums too fast n a lot hehe.
word count: 4.1k <3
THE MOON'S LIGHT DECORATED THE THIN BEDROOM WALLS. You look heavenly—unbothered with its glow, with eyes gently closed as soft grumbles leave your lips. Your phone hangs in your hand, probably falling asleep while watching numerous contents again.
It was the same routine that Soobin had memorized by now. Once again finding himself in the entrance of the room next to him, peeking into his sleeping roommate who was innocently drifting into dreamland.
Your unguarded body was full in display, wearing a yellow spaghetti strap matched with a very classy pair of dolphin shorts that are not doing their purpose, allowing him to take a glimpse of your—oh fuck.
You are not wearing any panties tonight.
This elevated the divine view Soobin loves to watch every night: you, deep in slumber, unaware that he is already murmuring your name in his mind. It was never new to him—it is already a forbidden hobby that he will keep to himself up to his grave.
The worst part is, he knew it was wrong. There is no universe where watching my roommate sleep in her bed while palming my cock is considered objectively correct. But, the simmering feeling of guilt combined with the undeniable pleasure on his nerves always kept him coming back for more.
Plus, where else would he see a body as perfect as yours? It was the best view he had in his everyday life.
Soobin was sweating buckets as he timidly stood in your doorway. Lips parted as he gazed at your unconscious body, palms caressing his semi-hard cock beneath his pajamas.
He was never assumed to do these types of things. He was supposed to be the best roommate—the quiet, observant, act-of-service kind of guy that you've grown to bond with. And, he strategically used that side of him to hide this secret for over five months.
Soobin was tugging his lips hard, trying to prevent any sound that was tempting to come out of his throat. You shifted in your position, now facing his figure that made him internally panic. Your fluffy cheek was squished in the pillow, brows furrowed when the cold air hit your skin.
“Hmmm…”
The soft whine from you landed on his ears perfectly, sending nasty thoughts to his brain that directly went down to his now hard cock hanging between his legs. Within almost five months of him watching you sleep, the man knew almost everything about your body. Your messy hair that gets tangled every time you change your position. Faint snores that often leave you when you are too tired. And, even the subtle quiver of your limbs when the room was too cold for your liking.
Another hushed grunt left you, shivering when the air's cool humid spread into the room. It left Soobin confused, eyes gazing around the room to check for any indifference. A grimace formed on his face when he saw your window wide open, answering his confusion.
An internal dilemma started in his mind, but his legs were already walking mindlessly into your room. His heartbeat went wild, silently praying that you won't wake up as he reached for the window panel on the other side of the room.
He blew a quiet sigh when he successfully closed it, tiptoeing back to his place when—
“Mhm, Binnie…”
Soobin's whole body went into full-mode rigid.
His eyes flew wide open in shock, his panicked mind already pacing with thoughts of loosely crafted apologies and reasons why he is inside your bedroom at this time of night. With a nervous gulp, he slowly looked in your direction—who was still sleeping heavily. Soobin sighed in relief, but his steps halted halfway.
For a moment, several assumptions came to him. If you are still asleep then you must be dreaming something. Perhaps, about a beanie? A beanstalk? A red bean paste? Or maybe… about him?
The reason behind his frenzy heartbeat went from anxiety to unexplained excitement. His eyes are locked into your slumped figure. Then, he saw it.
A small, lazy smile in your thin lips that almost made his mind malfunction between millions of thoughts.
What are you dreaming about? Is it him? Were you also fantasizing about him? If you are whining his name, then it must be something good.
Clouded with irresistible lust, Soobin can't help but walk towards you. Thoroughly analyzing your face to check if he had the right judgment. He could feel how his body aches to touch you, how his hard cock drips in his legs just because of his maddening thoughts about you.
Carefully, he sat down on the mattress. Intently watching you if his movements ever disturb your peaceful sleep. He tried to control his heavy breaths, his pulse getting tensed as he clutched the ruffled blanket at the bed's end.
Covering you up with the blankets’ warmth is the only cover-up he could think of if ever you managed to catch him. He tried to get his story straight first, but his body has always been ahead of him. Under the covers, he deliberately pressed his warm body into yours, his eyes locked into your sleeping features to foresee any changes.
Your heavy breaths became his sign that you are still asleep. And before he knew it, his hips started to hump itself into your thighs, earning a soft gasp from him. The plushness of your thighs contradicts the hardness of his aching cock, giving him the satisfaction his palms never gave him.
Soobin tried to convince himself that this was not wrong. In a way, he is still helping you. You are cold, and his body radiates heat out of neediness. He is just warming you up, and you are returning the favor by helping him to get off.
His hands clutched the blanket harder, mouth hanging open as the pleasure filled his fibbled brain. Soobin cannot help but grind his hips faster, making your body subtly wobble on the mattress.
He immediately stopped his movements when he saw a crease on your forehead, pupils quivering in panic. Your eyes opened slowly, lips in a confused pout before you decided to close them again.
“What's happening?” You softly purred. The words that barely came out of your mouth made Soobin freeze in his position. Forgetting his script in mind, he carefully tugged the blanket over your body before mentally calming himself.
“Th—This is just a dream,” He whispered in your ear, internally scolding himself for stuttering. “Go back to sleep.”
Soobin patiently waited as he drowned in anxiety. He has no idea if it would work, but the other sweet whine that left you became his hint. Your body began to weary once more, leaving him at ease.
You have always been so good to him. This is why he cannot help but develop these kinds of feelings that must not go beyond the roommate boundary. He then again began to thrust his hips on your thigh, biting his lips just to keep himself quiet.
The sticky feeling of precum has dampened his pajamas, with his thighs overly drenched with his liquid and sweat. He couldn't care less about all of that, not when the drag of his cock on your flesh felt too heavenly. His pace went faster, unable to contain his neediness of your warmth. It is almost a wonder how you are still not awake at this point.
Soobin could feel the intense build-up on his stomach, fighting every urge to moan out your name to avoid waking you up for the second time. Sweat starts to pool on his forehead, ruining the poor pink pillowcase that is one of your favorites.
He knew everything about you—on a second thought, maybe not everything. He still doesn’t know how delicious your pussy must be, and how fulfilling it might be to bury his cock between your walls.
Because if your thighs are enough for him to cum, then what more could your pussy offer?
The thought itself is enough for Soobin to cum. His body tensed beside yours, lips tightly sealed as his thighs trembled in pleasure. This must be one of the most exhilarating moments of his life, the intense feeling lingering on his chest longer than usual.
This is a thousand times better than just jerking himself in his room while he imagines how pretty your fucked up self must be.
“Fuck…” He whispered to himself, silently sitting up before shoving the blanket that was covering his lower region. Horror ran through his veins when he saw how drenched your bed cover is, utterly embarrassed by how much he came by humping on your thighs.
Then, it hits him. The overwhelming guilt punched him straight to the gut.
“Shit, shit, shit…” Soobin feels like crying, covering his face with his palms as he internalizes what has happened. He then looked at your innocent figure, making the shame more unbearable.
What the fuck has he done? This is not what it is supposed to be. He was supposed to be in the doorway, just watching you. Not grind his cock on your thighs and cum all over your mattress.
His realization barely sank in when his body started to move. He was about to escape when a strong grip pulled him back into the bed.
“Where do you think you are going?”
Soobin fell into another level of distraught.
You are now hovering over him, knees planted on his hips to lock his body between your legs. Your hands are pinning his shoulders, staring at him intently with a hellish grin. It was almost impeccable how his face lost its color, gullible eyes in a wide state of shock as he analyzed the situation.
“Wh—What?”
He mumbled, staring at your fully awake state above him. He could feel the warm press of your body weight against his, almost making him stupidly moan.
“Do you really think I am that stupid?” You said directly in his ears, your chest leaning into his. He meekly grunts at the contact, making you giggle softly.
“Oh Soobin,” Cooing at him, your finger began to trace his face, before finally stopping at the top of his lips. “Always thinking with his brain in his pants.”
Another chuckle erupted from you when his lips parted at your words. Something is compelling about how you said his name, and Soobin can totally feel that with his cock hardening once more.
“How does it feel to finally cum on my bed after watching me sleep for almost five months, you sick fuck?”
Soobin felt his nerves tighten. You knew? After all this time he thought he was being discreet and careful, you are fully aware of what he has been doing? And you still managed to not move out and treat him with no indifference? He does not know whether he should be worried about it or be thankful that you haven’t reported him to your landlord—or worse, to the authorities.
With a defeated sigh, he woefully gazed at you. “I am sorry,” He gently spoke, nudging a little as his lips were bumping on your finger. “It—It’s just… uhm…” He failed to compose his words, his heart rapidly beating in its cage by how intense your stare is.
“It’s just what? You are a sick, disgusting pervert?”
Your words slapped him hard. He wants to apologize again but his brain is merely cooperating with him. Not when half of his mind is focused on your barely covered pussy, which is placed gracefully on his stomach. Soobin felt more ashamed that he was getting turned on by you finding out what he has been doing.
“See,” You scoffed, “You are such a turd in heat that you don't even realize that I had planned this all along.”
Soobin got snapped out of his fantasy, his mind working overdrive to comprehend what you just said. Planned? What do you mean it is—
His thoughts got interrupted when you suddenly hopped out of his body, walking towards the nearest cabinet to fetch something that he failed to identify. You crawled back to the bed, before climbing on top of his crotch, which made him wince audibly.
“Aww, sensitive?” You teased, making him nervously nod. A giggle left you before finally showing what you took. “I don’t care. Give me your hands.”
“H-Huh?” Soobin gave you a confused look as his gaze went down to what you were holding. His mind immediately crumbled at the instant realization.
You are holding a black fluffy cuff.
A small smile rested on your lips as you watched the terror in his face. He never thought that you would be into something like this. Well, he didn’t even assume that whatever this is would escalate further.
Running out of patience, you snagged his hand on your own. His limbs are too tense to pull out, letting you do whatever you intend to do in his body. Soobin was still lost on what was happening, but the loud snap of the lock kept him grounded for what he was about to face.
“I knew this would happen this way,” You start, now locking his hand with the black cuffs you prepared for him. “I knew that you were gonna watch me tonight.”
With a tiny effort, you lift his hands above his head. Hooking its chain into your bedframe to settle him into his place. “I knew that you wouldn't leave me feeling cold so I left the window open,” You continued, before sitting on his crotch again, earning a gasp from him.
“You are so stupid and predictable, Soobin.” His breath hitches when your hand starts to roam under his shirt, making him shiver. “So, you should be glad that I let you do whatever you want for five months.”
Your other hand went to cup his face, forcefully squishing his cheeks to open his mouth. Then, with two fingers, you gagged his throat, which caused him to whimper your name.
“It's all fair if I get to do whatever I want this time, right?”
Soobin felt deeply torn with everything you just said. It is not that he doesn't want any of this to happen. It is more of a dream come true, but he is still confused as to why you chose to act now if you have known it for five months?
And, most importantly, how come you have a side like this?
You pushed your fingers deeper into his throat when he didn't give you an answer, making him cough around them. A devilish smirk is displayed on your face, letting him coat your digits with his saliva. As his tongue tangles within the gap of your fingers inside his mouth, your hand under his shirt begins to travel from his stomach to his sensitive nipples.
Soobin's eyes were tightly shut when you started to play with his bud, almost choking on your fingers when you gave it a harsh pinch. You are beyond satisfied with his reaction, his hard cock pressing on your pussy much closer when his back arched at the pleasure.
“I bet that you imagined things exactly like this,” You snarled at him. “You love this, don't you?” The man below you starts wiggling his hips as you continue to roll your fingers on his nipple, seeking at least a bit of friction for his aching hard cock.
A soft whine left your mouth at the delicious grind of his crotch on your covered cunt, his dampened pajamas between your thighs giving your body undeniable pleasure.
“Oh?” You sneered, sitting on his crotch harder to wholly feel the shape of his cock. “You are fucking pathetic, Binnie…” Your teasing landed directly in his clouded mind, and the nickname you used to call him added to the burning desire of his body.
“Pathetic enough to take my bait,” You huffed, pulling out your fingers in his mouth before observing his glistening saliva around them. “Do you think that I actually moaned your name in my sleep? You even lied straight to my face just so you could hump my leg like a dog.” Your words ended with a harsh slap, and he grunted at its sting.
The sudden embarrassment weighed on Soobin's stomach, eyes once again brimming with tears as he knew he couldn't do anything about it. He despises himself for being dumbly struck by his dirty thoughts that led him up to here.
But what he despises more is the undeniable pleasure in his abdomen for every degradation and malicious action you do to his body.
“Dumb bunny,” You spit at him, before giving his nipple another pinch. Soobin let out a strained groan, feeling overstimulated with everything you have given to him.
“Since you used my thighs to get off,” His pupils panicked at the pause, anxious at what else you could do. “I'm gonna fuck myself into your pathetic cock. Seems fair, right?” You carelessly retrieved your hands on his body, kneeling properly to remove your shorts and pulling enough fabric from his pajamas to free his leaky cock.
You took a second to take a proper look at his cock. It left him puzzled, trying to take a glance even though the cuffs were restricting him from moving his body. He couldn't tell if you were in awe or you were in shock at how beautifully your lips were parted.
“Is—Is there so—something wrong?” Soobin can't help but ask, utterly baffled by the way he stutters. But, his thoughts subsided when his gaze landed on your fully displayed pussy. All lustrous and wet for him to adore. He doesn't know if he is overreacting, but he could feel himself hyperventilating with the sight of your cunt that he thought he would never get to see.
You are perfection disguised as a sin.
“Hungry for my pussy, aren't you?” You smirked as you watched him eagerly nod his head, before sitting yourself on top of his length. A sigh of pleasure left both of you when his veiny cock brushed your pussy lips tenderly, palms planting on his stomach to balance yourself above him. The slide of your wet cunt drove Soobin senseless, raffling the cuffs that are constraining him to touch your body.
A loud moan came from his throat when you started to grind your hips into his thick cock. It almost felt unreal, like he was in a fever dream where he wouldn't ever want to leave. The delicious drag of your sex on him was already sending him to the edge, and watching your pretty face contorting into pleasure was not helping, either.
You began to pick up the pace, letting your hips rock on his cock. Soobin’s eyes were rolling back, uncontrollable strings of whine leaving him with every thrust. Every sweet moan coming from you even made his cock twitch under you, giving you more pleasure.
“This dirty cock is pretty useless, Binnie,” You wooed at him, nails digging crescent imprints on his pliant stomach that made him wince. The sight of his cock leaking precum at your every thrust made him look twice as pathetic in your eyes.
“Look at how your cock drips for my pussy.” You snickered, one hand landing on his tip which made him shudder in sensitivity.
“So—Sorry, hah—” Soobin barely made it to the first word when your fingers started to draw tiny circles on his tips, adding more flame to his abdomen.
“Sorry?” You condescendingly asked, “You are sorry that you are such a pervert?”
Soobin hummed in response, his loud moans barely containable when you suddenly pressed the hole in his cockhead. Tears fell into his flushed cheeks, breaking down as he drowned in too much stimulation that left him sensitive.
“Fuck, are you crying?” A laugh emerged from your throat, edging him by slowing down your movements on his cock. “You brought this upon yourself, and you are crying?”
Soobin was beyond ridiculed at this point, and he could not help but cum unannounced for the second time this night. Your audible gasp filled the room, momentarily fascinated by how much cum was leaking on his cock. His body trembles beneath you, chest heaving as he almost feels out of breath.
“No fucking way,” You exclaimed, “You are no fun!”
Without even giving him time to breathe, you kneeled to lift yourself above him, hastily aligning his tip into your hole. Soobin's faint protest went past your ears, pushing his oversensitive cock into your walls that made you abruptly whimper. His sniffs turn you even more, and you couldn't help but be proud of how vulnerable he looked below you.
“Ple—Please… I ca—can't—haaaah…”
“Don't fucking start with me,” Your curse sounded a little too harsh than intended, “You came and I didn't? What am I, your toy?”
Soobin can’t do anything but shake his head in response, silent whimpers leaving him as you push yourself deeper into his cock. The view of your pussy eating his length greedily was truly a dream come true to him, but not in this way. Not when his cock is getting too numb in oversensitivity.
His cock stretching your walls began to spread luscious feelings on your every nerve, toes curling into the sheets as you took him in halfway. Soobin is undeniably long and huge, the way that your pussy can fit him without proper prep could be deemed a miracle.
He is tugging his lips hard, fighting every urge to cum again and embarrass himself for the millionth time this night. Your body shivers at every nudge of his veins on your gummy walls, hitting all the best spots without even bottoming out. But then again, he is now too drunk in pleasure to defy the reaction of his body to the tightness of your cunt.
“Gonna—hah, shitsorry—Need to—”
You halted on your movement, deadpanning on him as your walls clenched around his cock. “Don't even think about cumming again.” You warned, before dropping your whole weight on him. Your synced moans echoed in the room, mixed with the nasty sound of the wetness of your pussy.
Within seconds, the warmth of his load filled you up to the brim, even gushing out of your stuffed pussy by how much he came. You looked at him in shock, merely pissed that he could not comply with a simple instruction.
“You useless piece of shit,” The words slipped past his mind, his whole body combusting as he came from the tight grip of your pussy on his cock. Despite it, you lifted yourself above him, letting the sticky liquid drip down your legs to his thighs. “Are you that fucking dumb?”
Soobin weakly hummed in response, eyes barely opening as your hole kept clinging on his tip, torturing his poor cock. He knows that there is no point in resisting you, not when he is locked on your bedframe and your weight prevents him from doing anything.
He knew better than this, but at the same time, he knew that this was where he wanted to be.
A pained grunt erupts from him when you slowly sit yourself back on his cock, beyond caring if he is overly exhausted from cumming too much. Another stream of tears left his glassy orbs, and it only urged you to push him to his limits.
"Fucking take it, you sick fuck."
The length of his cock was nowhere near what you are used to—it is too much. It could reach the deepest part of you without even exerting an effort. And, it is probably one of the things you won't regret tonight.
“You know,” Soobin tried to concentrate on your words, but his mind began to turn into mush the moment your hips began to grind on his cock. His mind was in a spiral, feeling his senses heightened to cope with his drained body.
You began to notice his loss of focus, forcing you to cup his cheeks in one grip. Soobin whimpered under your touch, doe eyes gazing at you like he is high. “All you gotta do is ask.”
His guttural moan fused with your compressed whines filled the room, thick humid scent of sex reaching your nose as you began to grind your hips faster on his cock. In your defense, humping on him is more than enough to satisfy yourself, as his large size can already make your nerves tingle in your pussy.
“Did you hear me?”
You gritted your teeth at him, a shaky moan escaping your mouth when his tip bumped the sweetest part of your cunt. Soobin was trembling below you, bow-shaped lips in a cute pout before a faint yes left him.
“Because with a cock this big, I would gladly fuck you up every single night.”
wawi's notes: HIIII OMFG!!! i finally got to post something after my finals week TT... i am so sorry for leaving you all behind, it's hard to juggle things when i am just a mere scholar </3... anywayyyy, here is a 4k fic filled with filth to compensate ><... thank u for reaching this far! as always, like, comments, and reblogs are deeply and truly appreciated <3
៸៸ being horny 24/7, the members decided get heeseung a toy and Heeseung repays them by showing them that he uses it ៸៸
a/n :: ៸៸ this is infact requested, Ik i haven't uploaded alot and yes im starting a smau but my dumbass decided to add alot of people😬.. so once i get all the profiles done the smau should be started៸៸
Kitty Hybrid Jungwon who gets all clingy and sleepy before his rut, begging for cuddles at any and all times of the day, whining if you try to pull away.
Kitty Hybrid Jungwon who turns into a purring, trembling mess at the slightest touch. His body craves the feeling of your hands in his hair, his ears, his tail, anywhere you'll touch him.
↳You find him draped over your lap, rubbing his cheek against your skin, whispering, "Please, touch me more,"
Kitty Hybrid Jungwon, who's extra possessive around his rut, you up with his scent, leaving no inch of your skin untouched, especially around your neck and shoulders. And those little love bites, little nips, and faint scratches? They're his way of reminding everyone that you belong to him.
Kitty Hybrid Jungwon becomes sentimental during his rut, taking any chance he can to love on you and share his appreciation.
↳ "You're so beautiful like this," he murmurs, his lips tracing patterns of adoration along your skin.
Kitty Hybrid Jungwon who gets so needy during his rut, waking you up in the middle of the night, his body aching, pent-up, humping your back or leg, or anywhere he can, trying to get some relief to his leaking cock. He'll shamelessly beg for you to use him however you want, his body practically vibrating with need as he begs for release.
↳ "Please, baby," Jungwon's voice is desperate as he presses kisses along your skin, his hands roaming greedily over your body. "It-it hurts, make me feel better"
"Please, touch me, make me yours"
"I need it so bad"
Kitty Hybrid Jungwon is sensitive during his rut. Actually, sensitive doesn't even begin to describe Jungwon during his rut. Every touch, every taste, every scent becomes amplified, making him addicted to the way you smell and taste, constantly pressing his face into your skin. You become his favorite treat, Jungwon always burying his face between your thighs, unable to get enough of your sweet taste.
Kitty Hybrid Jungwon who fucks you relentlessly, round after round, pushing you to the brink of overstimulation. Despite the pain he knows he's causing you, Jungwon can't bring himself to stop. Through your tears, he whispers apologies, his voice trembling with guilt and desire.
↳ "I'm so sorry," he murmurs, his movements never faltering, "but you feel so good, baby. Just one more time, okay? Just one more."
"I'll make it up to you, I promise," Jungwon whispers, his lips trailing kisses along your jawline, covering you in his scent.
This was a response to an anon ask but I completly forgot to add it 😓
What could possibly go wrong when you bring home an adorable cat hybrid? He’s soft, cuddly, and loves attention—nothing bad about that, right? Right?
In which owning a hybrid sounds fun, until his heat starts to fuck everything up.
content tags and warnings: cat hybrid jungwon x reader, animal isolation, ft. jay as jw former owner and jake as golden retriever hybrid, mentions of blood and injury, hybrid heat obv, possessive jungwon, he 's an indoor cat soooo. explicit content (smut): dub-con, masturbation, cum licking, pussy eating, overstimulation, squirting, not really that wild, but MDNI. WC: 5.2K
You knew the moment you saw Jungwon that you had to make him yours.
Those small ears twitching, that sleek black hair, the soft fur that looked like it would melt under your fingers—everything about him pulled you in. The shine of his well-groomed hair and the smooth glow of his skin made it clear he was taken care of, maybe even a little too well. The expensive collar around his neck screamed spoiled indoor hybrid. High maintenance or not, you didn’t care. You just knew you wanted him.
Convincing Jay to hand him over, though, wasn’t easy. You had begged, reasoned, argued, even tried to guilt-trip him. Why couldn’t he just say yes? It’s not like he didn’t already have Jake, that big golden retriever hybrid who followed him everywhere. Jay barely had time for Jungwon, always letting him sit quietly in the corner, waiting for scraps of attention that never came. It pissed you off. Jungwon deserved better—someone who’d actually give a damn, who’d spoil him the way he clearly wanted to be spoiled. And that someone was you.
“Do you even know how to take care of a hybrid? He’s still unneutered, for fuck’s sake.”
You just shrugged. How hard could it be? Feed him, give him a bed, maybe pet him when he looked sad—that’s what hybrids liked, right? You didn’t really care about the rules or the paperwork or whatever else Jay kept ranting about. All you knew was that Jungwon liked you. Every time you visited, he would curl up beside you, purr softly, and look at you with those sleepy eyes that made your stomach twist. He was sweet, warm, and completely irresistible.
So yeah, maybe you didn’t know shit about taking care of hybrids. But that didn’t matter. Because every time Jungwon leaned into your touch, you were sure of one thing—he wanted you just as much as you wanted him.
“Okay, let me have him neutered before I hand him to you—”
“But I want him now!” You cut Jay off, you stomped your foot, frustrated like a kid. Jay was already glaring at you, jaw tight, trying to hold back his irritation. He just didn’t get it. You didn’t want to wait another damn day—you wanted Jungwon in your house, curled up on your couch, sleeping in your bed, right now.
The hybrid sat quietly beside you, flicking his tail lazily as the two of you argued. His ears twitched, catching every word, but he looked almost amused. When he noticed the tension building in your shoulders, he nudged your knee softly with his head. The touch instantly melted your annoyance. You pouted, reaching down to rub the soft spot behind his ear, and the moment your fingers touched him, a deep purr rumbled from his chest.
“See?” you said, looking at Jay with a grin. “What’s so hard about giving him to me? He likes me, right, ’Wonie? You want me, right?”
Jungwon’s tail swished once before he nodded, eyes half-closed as you scratched behind his ear again. A faint smile played on his lips, and his purr grew louder, vibrating against your hand.
Jay sighed heavily, dragging a hand down his face. You could tell he was giving up, though he clearly didn’t want to. “You’re annoying,” he muttered. But after a long pause, he finally said, “Fine. Take him.”
You didn’t even wait for him to finish before jumping up, excitement bursting out of you. You grabbed Jungwon’s things from the corner—his folded clothes, his pillow, his scratching pad, and that expensive bed that looked softer than yours. Jungwon followed behind you, tail flicking side to side as if he already knew he was going somewhere new.
While you shoved his stuff into a bag, Jay kept lecturing like an overbearing parent. “He’s very sensitive to food. Only this brand is good for him—don’t feed him any raw meat unless I say so. And no dry treats; they mess with his stomach. I’ll check on him every month to make sure he’s maintaining weight, and for God’s sake, get him neutered as soon as possible.”
You barely listened, nodding half-heartedly as you zipped up the bag. “Yeah, yeah, got it,” you said, rolling your eyes. You didn’t care about the boring details. You’d figure it out later. Hybrids weren’t that complicated.
Jay knelt beside Jungwon and pressed a soft kiss to his forehead. “Be good, okay?” he said quietly. Jungwon smiled faintly, his ears twitching as he purred in response. Without hesitation, he turned to follow you out the door, his tail brushing against your leg as he walked past.
The sun hit his black fur when you stepped outside, and it shimmered like silk. You could feel your chest tighten just looking at him. He was yours now. The thought made you grin like an idiot.
“Bye, Jake! I won’t miss you!” Jungwon called out, waving lazily at the tall golden retriever hybrid standing near the gate. Jake just tilted his head, blinked once, he huffed and turned back inside, clearly unbothered.
You snorted, unlocking your car. “Guess he’s not much of a talker,” you said.
Jungwon climbed into the passenger seat, curling his legs under himself like a cat would. His ears perked as he looked out the window, curious but calm. When you started the car, he looked over at you and smiled—a soft, knowing smile that made your heart race all over again.
Jungwon turned out to be the most affectionate hybrid you’d ever met. He never slept on his own bed, no matter how soft or expensive it was—every night, he somehow ended up beside you, curled against your chest or tucked under your arm. People always said cat hybrids were distant, that they preferred their space and rarely craved touch, but Jungwon proved that wrong every single day. The moment you got home from work, he was there, tail swaying slowly, ears perked up as he waited by the door. Before you could even drop your bag, he’d be pressing his head into your neck, his fur brushing your skin, purring softly as he wrapped his arms around your waist.
They said cats absorbed bad energy. Maybe that was why you always felt lighter when he held you. Jungwon didn’t talk much, but his presence filled every empty space in the apartment. When you were gone, he mostly slept—curled up in the sunny spot near the window or sprawled across the couch, tail twitching as he dreamed. But the second you came home, it was like he’d woken up just to play. He’d grab your sleeve, drag you toward the floor, and make you chase after him until you both ended up laughing and breathless.
Despite his clinginess, Jungwon was curious—especially about the outside world. Sometimes, when you were watching TV or scrolling on your phone, he’d tug gently at your clothes and point toward the window. You’d follow his gaze to see a group of hybrids playing in the courtyard—dog hybrids tossing a ball around, a fox hybrid lounging in the sun. His tail would sway as his eyes followed their movements. He never said much, just looked up at you, silently asking for permission to go out.
You always gave him the same answer. “No, baby. Those hybrids outside probably have lice or something. I don’t want you catching that. You’ve got plenty of toys here, yeah?”
His eyes softened immediately, those big golden eyes full of quiet disappointment. For a second, guilt twisted in your chest, but you forced yourself to ignore it. Jay had drilled into your head how sensitive Jungwon was—his fur, his diet, his health. You weren’t about to screw that up just because he wanted to roll around in the dirt with a bunch of random hybrids.
Still, he tried. Every time.
One evening, as you were folding laundry, he came up behind you and tugged at your shirt again. “Please,” he whispered, almost trembling. His ears drooped, and his tail brushed weakly against your leg. “Outside?”
You sighed, trying to stay firm. “No, Jungwon. You’re an indoor cat. You know that.”
He frowned, lips pushing into a pout as his fingers clung to your sleeve. “Just a little? I’ll stay near you.”
You shook your head, placing the folded shirt down and cupping his face. “You’ve got everything you need here. You’ve got your shows, your games, your toys—and me. Isn’t that enough?”
He looked away, mumbling under his breath. You couldn’t quite catch what he said, but you could tell he was sulking. He flopped onto the couch, tail flicking in quiet frustration. You rolled your eyes, but deep down, part of you wondered if you were being too strict. You just wanted to keep him safe. That’s what owners did, right?
You walked over and sat beside him, brushing your fingers through his hair. His ears twitched under your touch, and though he tried to stay upset, he couldn’t help but lean into your hand.
“See?” you said softly. “You don’t need to go out there. You’ve got everything right here.”
You weren’t sure if it was just your imagination, but lately, he’d been... different. You didn’t know much about hybrids—honestly, you barely knew the basics—but you couldn’t help wondering if there was some kind of behavioral difference between indoor and outdoor ones. Did keeping him inside for too long mess with his head somehow? Because the longer he stayed with you, the moodier he seemed to get.
At first, you brushed it off. He was just bored, maybe lonely. You had work and errands; you couldn’t always give him attention. But then it got worse.
Like today.
You froze in the doorway, staring at your clean laundry now soaked in something that definitely wasn’t water. For a moment, your brain refused to process it. Then the smell hit you, and your stomach turned.
“Jungwon!” you snapped, your voice rising with anger.
He was lying on the couch, golden eyes half-lidded as he stared at you. His tail swayed slowly from side to side, and for the first time since you’d brought him home, his face was completely blank—cold, almost detached.
“What the hell is this?” you hissed, pointing at the pile.
He didn’t flinch. Didn’t even blink. Just kept watching you with those eyes.
You took a deep breath, trying to remind yourself that hybrids were still part animal. Accidents happened. Pets sometimes acted out for attention. Maybe this was just that. Maybe he was mad because you’d been gone late again. You could fix that.
So the next day, you came home early with a bag from the hybrid shop. “Wonnie, look!” you said, trying to sound cheerful as you knelt in front of him. “I got you a new toy. You’re gonna love this one.”
It was a soft scratching ball with catnip scent—the lady at the store said it was perfect for feline hybrids. You expected him to jump at it, to smile like he used to, but Jungwon just stood there, eyes flicking from you to the toy. His expression didn’t change.
“Come on,” you said gently, waving it a little. “Don’t be grumpy. I know you’re mad at me, but look, I got this for you.”
He walked closer, slowly and quietly, and then, crouched to sniff it. For a second, you thought it worked. His nose twitched, and his ears perked up—but then, out of nowhere, he ignored the toy completely and leaned in toward you, sniffing your shirt instead. His breath hit your neck, and his tail flicked faster.
“Uh, Jungwon?” you said, blinking in confusion as he pressed his face into your shoulder, inhaling deeply.
His ears flattened suddenly, and a low sound rumbled in his throat. Before you could say anything, he pushed you down onto the floor, claws gently but firmly gripping your arms. His pupils were blown wide, and when he hissed, the sound was sharp enough to make you freeze. Then he grabbed the toy, ripped it apart with a furious growl, and tossed it aside.
“Jungwon!” you shouted, startled. “What the hell’s wrong with you?!”
He didn’t answer, just stared at you, chest rising and falling fast. You could see the muscles in his jaw tense as he tried to control himself, his tail thrashing behind him. His breathing was heavier than usual, his ears twitching like he was irritated—or in pain.
You’d never seen him like this before. His usual warmth, his soft tone, the quiet purring—it was all gone, replaced by something wild and restless. He looked… agitated, like he was fighting something inside himself.
When you reached out to touch his arm, he jerked back, eyes wide for a split second before he turned away completely, muttering something under his breath you couldn’t make out. Then he stormed off to his room, slamming the door behind him.
You sat there for a long moment, staring at the shredded toy and the scratch marks on the floor. You didn’t understand what was happening—he had never acted like this before.
And that’s when you knew you needed to call Jay.
The phone rang twice before he picked up. “What now?”
“He started acting weird, okay?” you blurted out, pressing the phone between your shoulder and ear while fumbling with a bandage. “I just kept saying no to letting him outside because it’s dangerous, but then his behavior started getting worse."
Jay sighed so loud it made you roll your eyes. “Why would you not let him outside?”
“Because he’s an indoor cat, duh?” you said flatly, trying to dab some alcohol on the small cut near your collarbone.
There was a pause, followed by an irritated groan. “This is exactly why I shouldn’t have given him to you!” Jay snapped. “You’re such an idiot sometimes. Hybrids like Jungwon can’t be cooped up forever. They’re not toys, they need to socialize. When you isolate them, their instincts start to twist—they get anxious, restless, and it screws with their behavior.”
You frowned, trying to juggle the phone and the first-aid kit while listening. “I was just protecting him, okay? I didn’t want him to get sick or catch anything from those random hybrids outside. And now he’s peeing on my clothes, the sofa, the cabinet—everything! He even hissed at me earlier after sniffing me. Then he tore apart the toy I bought him. He’s acting like he hates me.”
There was a beat of silence on the other end before Jay’s tone changed completely. “Wait. What did you just say? He hissed after sniffing you?”
“Yeah,” you said, pacing across the living room. “It’s like he gets mad out of nowhere. His eyes go blank, then he just—snaps.”
“Did you…” Jay’s voice tightened. “Did you neuter him?”
You froze. “…No?”
The silence that followed was worse than the yelling you were expecting. Then, suddenly, it came—Jay cursing under his breath so harshly that you flinched and held the phone away for a moment.
“Pack his things right now,” he said through gritted teeth. “His clothes, bed, everything. Bring him to me. I told you to neuter him immediately, didn’t I? He’s a hybrid in pre-heat, for fuck’s sake! You have no idea how dangerous that is. He’s not just acting out—his body’s fighting him. His hormones are spiking and he doesn’t know how to control it. He’s probably confused, frustrated, and on edge. You can’t be near him like this.”
You winced, pressing your hand over your bandaged shoulder. “Jay, calm down—”
“Calm down?” he cut you off. “You’ve trapped a sexually mature hybrid in heat inside your apartment without supervision. He could hurt you! You need to get him out of there before it gets worse. Pack his things. Now.”
You sighed, rubbing your temples. “Jesus, Jay, you make it sound like he’s gonna kill me. Fine, fine. I’ll bring him over. You can deal with it.”
As much as you didn’t want to admit it, you were exhausted. Between work, lack of sleep, and Jungwon’s strange behavior, you were at your limit. Maybe it was better this way. Jay could handle whatever this “heat” thing was. You’d just pick Jungwon up after he calmed down.
You kept Jay on the line as you gathered Jungwon’s things—his folded clothes, his scratching pad, his blanket that still smelled like him. You were halfway through stuffing his bed into the bag when you heard the door creak open behind you.
“Jungwon?” you called softly, turning around. He stood there in the doorway, his expression is blank. His pupils were dilated, ears lowered slightly, and his tail was swaying. You offered a nervous smile, clutching the bag. “Hey, baby. I’m sorry, but… I have to take you to Jay for a while, okay? You’re not feeling well and—”
The second Jay’s name left your mouth, everything changed. Jungwon’s body tensed, and before you could react, he lunged at you. The bag fell from your hands as his weight slammed into you, knocking you to the floor. His claws gripped your shoulders tightly, and you let out a sharp cry when you felt his teeth sink into your skin.
“Fuck!” you shouted, your phone slipping from your hand and clattering onto the floor. You reached for it desperately, but Jungwon’s weight pinned you down. His breathing was ragged, his growls low and rough against your neck.
“Jay!” you screamed, your voice cracking as you tried to shove him off. “Help!”
Jungwon bit again, not deep enough to tear flesh but enough to make you cry out. His tail lashed violently, and his pupils were blown wide like a cornered animal’s. He was shaking, muttering incoherent sounds that didn’t even sound like words anymore. Your heartbeat pounded in your ears as you tried to push him off again, but he only pressed harder, his body trembling against yours.
“Jungwon, stop—please!” you begged, voice breaking as you felt his breath hit your skin again. That’s when you felt his hard length pressing against you, grinding through the thin fabric separating your bodies.
He leaned closer. “No, Jay. Mine. Only mine.”
Your chest tightened. “N-No, baby, we’re going to see Jay,” you stammered, tears stinging your eyes as you pushed weakly against him. “We’re going to help you, we’ll fix this—”
“NO!” he snapped. His hands shot forward, grabbing your wrists and pinning them above your head. “You’re mine,” he growled again.
Your breath hitched when his hips rolled forward, the friction sending an involuntary gasp through your throat. His bulge pressed hard against your clothed core, and your body betrayed you—hips twitching, heat pooling low in your stomach. “J-Jungwon…” you whimpered.
He bent lower, his breath ragged against your ear, his words coming out in a broken chant. “Mine… mine… mine…” His scent filled your head, you could feel his instincts bleeding through, his control slipping completely as he buried his face against your neck, teeth grazing the soft skin there.
You cried out, not knowing if it was fear or desire that escaped you. His grip tightened, his muscles tense with a predator’s restraint. Then his mouth crashed against yours. You squeezed your eyes shut, a single tear sliding down your cheek as his tongue pushed deep, claiming your mouth in a messy, desperate kiss. He moaned into you, his sounds vibrating against your lips.
You tried to turn away, but he followed, his mouth crashing against yours again, harder, more desperate. His tongue pushing past your lips like he couldn’t get enough. When he finally pulled back, his chest was heaving, his pupils blown wide. He grabbed the hem of your blouse with shaking hands and tore it open, the sound of fabric ripping echoing through the room. The sudden chill on your exposed skin made you gasp and arch weakly as your body reacted to the raw force of it.
Your shoulders and neck burned, blood rushing under your skin from where his grip had been. Jungwon shifted, sliding down until he straddled your stomach, his tail twitching erratically behind him. His gaze trailed slowly over your body, pupils dilated so wide that the gold in his eyes had almost vanished. His breathing came in small, broken sounds—half whimpers, half growls.
He reached into his pajama bottoms and freed himself. Your breath hitched the moment you saw it—thick, flushed, the tip slick and red. Pre-cum was already dripping down his length, his hand trembling as he wrapped his fingers around it. He whimpered softly, the sound high and broken, and looked at you through his lashes.
“H-Hurts,” he said, his voice trembling as his hand began to move clumsily. “Please… hurts.”
You couldn’t look away. His hips twitched, his movements messy, his ears flattening against his head as he whined again. “H-hurts, hurts!” His voice cracked, and his tail lashed behind him as if his body couldn’t handle the tension building inside him. Watching him like that made your thighs clench together.
“Help… please,” he whimpered again, his breath stuttering, his hand moving faster but without rhythm. “Please, help me.”
Your chest tightened. “Wonnie…” you whispered, unsure if it was pity or desire making your voice shake. His head snapped up at the sound of his name, eyes glassy and pleading, his ears twitching toward your voice. Slowly, with trembling hands, you reached down and replaced his hand with yours.
The moment your skin touched him, Jungwon’s entire body jerked. His breath hitched, tail bristling, ears flattening tight to his skull. You stroked him once, twice—barely had the time to adjust your grip before his body went rigid. His head fell back, a strangled sound ripping from his throat as thick, hot ropes of cum spilled over your fingers and stomach. His hips twitched violently as he rode out the wave, muscles shaking, his moans dragging long and broken.
You froze, staring up at him as he trembled above you, ears flicking weakly. His claws dug into the floor beside you, the sound of his ragged breathing filling the silence.
“Shit,” you whispered under your breath, staring at the mess between you, unsure if you should pull away or reach for him again.
Jungwon’s breathing was heavy and uneven, his chest rising and falling with deep, shaky gasps. His eyes were still blown wide, the wild gleam in them refusing to fade.
Without a word, he caught your wrist, his fingers curling around it as he lifted your hand closer to his face. You froze when his tongue slid out, long and rough, dragging over your skin to lap at the mess that had splattered across it. You shuddered as the sharp, bristled texture of his tongue grazed your wrist.
A soft, helpless sound escaped you, and Jungwon’s ears twitched at the noise. His gaze met yours as he kept licking, each stroke slower than the last, his tail flicking lazily behind him as if he was calming down from the earlier frenzy. But the moment his tongue reached your palm, he gave a low growl, almost a purr—and then leaned forward again, shifting his position until his weight pressed you into the floor once more.
His nose brushed against your stomach, tracing a slow path downward. Every touch sent small tremors through your body. When he reached the waistband of your panties, he inhaled deeply, his eyes fluttering closed as if the scent alone was driving him insane.
Your body tensed. You were panting now, trying to steady your breathing, but when his pointed nose pressed against the damp spot between your legs, all sense of control vanished. He rubbed his face against you, nuzzling the soaked fabric. A small, helpless moan slipped from your lips, and his tail flicked sharply at the sound.
His tongue darted out, pressing into the thin fabric over your clit, slow and experimental at first. The sensation hit you hard and your hips jerked upward without meaning to. You gripped the floor beside you, fingers digging into the surface as you tried to hold yourself still. But Jungwon didn’t stop. His ears twitched as he listened to your shaky breaths, and then he repeated the motion, licking at the cloth again, this time with more pressure, more intent.
“J-Jungwon,” you breathed out, voice cracking. He hummed softly against you, his nose nudging the wet spot. The movement of his tongue grew firmer, dragging up and down until your thighs trembled and your body betrayed you again, spreading your legs wider beneath him. The smell of arousal thickened in the air, and he groaned low in his throat, his tail curling tight behind him as his cock twitched, already hard again despite just having come.
He pulled back for a second, panting, a thin strand of saliva connecting his mouth to your soaked panties. His eyes flicked up to meet yours and leaned in again, “smells so good,” he whispered, before his tongue pressed harder against you, dragging up the wet fabric until your breath hitched and your back arched from the floor.
He slid your panties aside before his tongue met your heat. The first touch made you gasp, a sharp sound that escaped your throat before you could hold it back. Your thighs trembled, the muscles in your legs twitching as his tongue traced slow, teasing circles over your folds.
Jungwon let out a low, needy sound against you. He reached up, guiding your trembling hand until your fingers rested against his ear.
“Please,” he whispered, then he dived back in.
You moaned, your fingers tightening against his hair as you tilted your hips forward, giving him more. “Just like that, 'Wonnie,” you whimpered, the words breaking apart on your tongue. His tongue moved rougher now, faster, his nose bumping your clit with every stroke. You couldn’t stop the sounds spilling from your lips — they came out raw and uncontrollable.
Every time he lapped at your entrance, your vision blurred. Your pulse raced in your throat, and a heat spread from your core to every part of your body. You rolled your hips, pressing harder against his mouth. He groaned in approval, his tongue responding eagerly.
“Ahh—fuck, Jungwon!” you cried out, grinding in slow, desperate circles. Your breath hitched each time his tongue flicked your clit, and your legs shook violently.
He looked up at you, his eyes dark, pupils blown wide with desire. The sight alone made your stomach twist tighter.
“Fuck, fuck—” you gasped, your voice breaking. The rhythm between you two grew frantic, unrestrained. His tongue matched your every move, his grip on your thighs were firm.
The pressure inside you snapped. Your body arched, your moans turning into sharp cries as waves of pleasure rolled through you. Jungwon didn’t stop. He held your hips in place, tongue still swirling inside you, dragging your orgasm out until you were shaking uncontrollably.
You could barely breathe, chest rising and falling as you tried to steady yourself. But Jungwon wasn’t done. He lifted you suddenly, his strength catching you off guard as he knelt on the floor and wrapped your legs around his waist.
“Jungwon—wait, I’m still—ah!” you screamed as he pushed into you in one deep thrust. The stretch was almost too much, your walls clenching tightly around him. Sweat dripped down your temple; your nails dug into his shoulders.
He groaned, his instincts taking full control. “So good,” he muttered before thrusting deeper, harder.
The sound of skin meeting skin filled the room. Every move sent another wave of pleasure up your spine, and every time you tried to speak, it came out as a moan.
“Too much—ahh, Jungwon!” you gasped, but he didn’t slow down. His pace quickened, his body moving wildly as his hips slammed into yours. You felt him everywhere — his grip, his breath, his rhythm — all of it. He lifted your hips higher, keeping your legs open for him, your back arching, the new angle making his thick tip hit deep inside you, right against your sweet spot.
“Fuck—right there,” you gasped, your voice cracking.
Jungwon grunted, pushing harder, deeper, until all you could do was scream his name. Your vision blurred again, stars bursting behind your eyelids as another orgasm ripped through you. Your throat was raw from the sounds spilling out of you.
Your ears rang, and your lower body hung in the air, helpless in his grasp. Each thrust made your head bump softly against the floor, your hair sticking to your damp skin. Drool escaped from the corner of your mouth, but you didn’t care. The pleasure had swallowed you whole.
His pace grew faster, pushing in, pushing out, pushing deeper, and deeper, and deeper until your body tensed again, trembling from the overstimulation, but Jungwon was so lost.
He only grunted, his thrusts growing faster until your walls fluttered around him for the second time. You could feel the way his muscles tightened, the tremor in his arms as he held you up.
Then you felt the deep pulse inside you, his release spilling into your warmth. He groaned loudly, his body shuddering as he pushed his cock deeper, as if trying to mold himself to you.
The heat spread through your core, his cum filling you until it was almost too much. But your body, still sensitive and trembling from the overstimulation, reacted on its own. Your pussy clenched hard, then force to pushed his length out, a gush of liquid following right after.
A sudden squirt splashed between you both. Jungwon froze for a second, eyes wide in confusion as his cock slipped free, still twitching and spilling the last of his release. He tilted his head, ears twitching, panting heavily, watching the way your hips twitched and how your slick, trembling folds pulsed with the aftermath.
He reached down, fingers spreading your folds as more liquid flowed out, dripping down your thighs and onto the floor. His expression softened, almost in awe. "Pretty," he muttered under his breath. His fingers traced the inside of your thigh, then slowly pressed them against your entrance again, testing your sensitivity. You flinched, whining at the overstimulation, but he couldn’t help himself.
Your hips twitched again as his thumb rubbed gentle circles over your swollen clit. You tried to catch your breath, still dizzy, your chest rising and falling fast. Jungwon leaned down, licking the side of your neck, his tongue dragging lazily over your skin before he nuzzled your jaw.
“Mine,” he whispered before his teeth sank gently into your nape.
Jay pushed the front door open and he stepped inside cautiously. Behind him, Jake followed silently, gripping a metal muzzle in one hand.
Jungwon was kneeling on the floor, his body pressed tightly against yours. His face was buried in the crook of your neck, his hands steadying you as his tongue dragged slowly across the fresh bite wound at your shoulder, as if he was trying to clean or soothe what he’d done. Blood glistened faintly against his lips before he shifted, nuzzling against your hair, low growls rumbling in his chest and he began to groom you with short, slow strokes of his tongue.
The bite mark was still fresh, crimson streaks tracing down your shoulder, and scratches lined your thighs and waist. Your eyes fluttered open weakly, half-lidded and glassy, lips parted as you breathed unevenly. You looked at Jay through the open door, your expression dazed.
The sound of footsteps pulled Jungwon’s attention immediately. His body tensed, his nostrils flaring as he lifted his head, his fangs visible when he bared his teeth. The once-soft glow in his eyes turned sharp and threatening. He hissed a warning sound and his grip around your waist tightened, dragging you closer until your back was flush against his chest.
mind hazy with lust, tonight was one of those nights where heeseung would scroll through your social media posts and jerk off as if it was his last, cumming over and over again but refusing to slow his pace. with each orgasm, he only chased for more pleasure, leading to a never-ending masturbation session. his sheets adorned with liquid-white goodness and his room enveloped with sex-filled air, he chose to record the lewd debauchery unfolding—just for you.
heeseung cumming hard, groaning and moaning from you jacking him off, edging him until he comes undone under your hands, being such a good boy for you.
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