yukiteru

[velmirenoir]

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[velmirenoir]

stargirl interlude ☆ nrk

⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝ pairing ⭑ fem!reader ♡ clingy bf!riki

in which ⭑ you and your boyfriend are on the road driving back from a camping trip with your family, yet your boyfriend insists on bothering you the whole way back home.

content warning ⭑ unprotected sex, car sex, risky sex, bulge/size kink, some fluff + aftercare, riki is downbad, pain infliction (biting), quickie, thigh worshipping, creampie, golden retriever bf ♡ black cat gf, unparticipating third party, use of name mami, not proofread

ⓘ wc ⭑ 2.1k

| now playing ⭑ fetish

riki takes out one earbud out from your ear. "baby, are you even listening to what i'm saying?" he complains, pouting.

you don't even spare him a glance, your eyes just stay focused to the endless flat grass fields from behind the car window.

"riki, please i'm listening to my podcast." - you sigh, reaching over to take back the earbud - "we still have like 28 something minutes left until we're home." you've been talking non-stop for the past 3 hours."

"please baby? i'll leave you alone to nap when we get back home. but if you shut me out like this what am i supposed to do for the next unbearable 28 minutes?

"i don't know?" you shrug, dismissively. "play something on your phone."

riki huffs, clearly dissatisfied. "fine."

you smile to yourself as you put the other earbud back in, turning your attention back to the scenery outside.

it all lasts a total of a few seconds before a finger pokes you on your thigh.

"...riki."

"what?" he asks, playfully.

"you said 'fine.'"

"i lied."

"i see that now."

with a defeated sigh, you pull out both earbuds out and tuck the wires into your travel bag in the seatback pocket. there's no point fighting him on this anymore.

his eyes light up instantly, a huge grin plastered on his face. it's cute.

his hand settles on your bare thigh, a finger wandering underneath the spandex of your shorts. he squeezes at the soft plump skin of your thighs before tracing circles and other shapes on your thigh.

"what are you doing?"

"i don't know," he hums. "i missed you."

"i'm literally right here." you flick his forehead.

"ow! what was that for?"

riki gives your thigh another squeeze - his focus never leaves your thighs.

he keeps squeezing, poking, tracing who knows what like a bored kid playing with a stress toy. you let him get away with it for a few more seconds before giving him another flick to the forehead.

"...worth it. i don't care." he mutters, rubbing his forehead before snaking his hand back on your thigh.

"you hate me." he mutters.

"i don't."

"you - whatever." he sighs. riki scoots closer, leaning his head on your shoulder. his blonde locks fall on your bare shoulder. "please?"

"what now riki?"

"i just want your attention." his fingers play with your hands.

"you been having it." you ruffle your fingers through his soft hair. "i know, but i want more."

his fingers wander between your thighs, resting his hand inbetween. you know what this means.

you glance toward the front of the car, your parents and siblings are still busy talking amongst themselves. thankfully too busy to care about the two of you in the very back row.

"i mean i guess.." - you start - "we have time to waste anyway."

his head perks up. "really? you'd let me?" he asks, almost like he can't believe you'd ever agree to something to like this.

"why not? i'm bored too." you shrug.

"but you're going to be on lookout duty, i swear to - riki.. if anyone turns their head around i'm blaming you. i don't want to be found out."

he nods ecstatically, "yes mami, i know."

you smile.

his hand hooks around your waist, guiding you onto his lap. you comply, your back hitting his chest. he spreads his legs wider to give you more leg room.

his bulge presses underneath you. the strap of your tank top falls limply to the side from the sudden movement.

he presses a light kiss to the exposed skin, your skin hot from having been soaking in the sun through the window for a while.

riki lifts you up slightly to pull down his grey baggy sweats and his red chrome hearts boxers, releasing his dick.

there's precum oozing out of his tip.

"seriously?"

"can't help it. not when i have a perfect girlfriend like you. one with thighs like that." he tugs down your shorts, revealing your lacey panties.

"my favorite ones too? baby, you're made for me." his hands grip your waist gently, guiding you to lower yourself back onto his lap. he adjusts, his hands moving down to grip your thighs.

he closes your legs, making them wrap around his dick.

he lets out a low moan.

"hey, quiet - they'll hear us."

"shit, sorry baby. just.. you feel so good. and i'm not even inside of you yet."

you rest your head on his shoulder, letting him take the lead.

riki squeezes your thighs, moving them up and down his thick shaft, letting the precum coat all over him and your thighs for more feeling.

"i love you.." riki mutters.

"i love your thighs, too."

you exhale, you can't tear away from the sight. his swollen head moving between your thighs, it feels weird. but weird in a good way.

"riki, stop talking about my thighs. you're lookout remember?"

"i know but.. they really are heaven made into a physical form. fuck y/n, i love you so much."

"sh..shut up.." you mutter, your cheeks flushing violently at his words.

he lets go of your thighs and moves his hips on his own.

"haah.."

you bite your lip, because you know if you don't, you'll release a loud noise and draw unwanted attention to you guys.

"do you guys want to stop somewhere? there's a nice restaurant around this area." your mom speaks up, glancing at you from the rearview mirror.

riki quickly ducks behind you, using you as a shield.

"nnno, i think we're okay." you respond back quickly.

"where's riki?"

"he's um.." riki thrusts a tiny nudge into you, making you almost gasp. "he's asleep in my lap."

your mother doesn't question any further, turning her attention back to the road. you reach behind you and pinch riki, he squirms.

"sorry.. got carried away." his movements stop abruptly.

"...i wanna see your face."

"you can."

"no like, face towards me."

"riki.."

he leans in, his hands squeezing your thighs playfully. "face meeeee."

you turn your head to the side, deadpan. "riki, i'm serious. you have to be lookout. i have been doing it for the past 5 minutes. if i face you, i'm trusting you completely."

"i know, i know. i won't do anything that wouldn't please you. i just want to see your angelic face."

you sigh, shifting uncomfortably before you turn around, hovering over the head of his dick.

"waaiiit, if you're facing this way, how will i fuck your thighsss? ughhh.. decisions."

"riki, just shut up." you decided to take control now, moving your panties to the side.

"wait wait wait, hold on-"

you slide down all the way in one go before he even mutters something else.

"ah y/n, you're so warm.. fuuuuuuuuuck."

riki's hands come to rest on your thighs, his legs spreading wider to hit you deeper.

you adjust, placing your legs flat down on his legs. your hands reach up under his hoodie, holding onto his abs for support. his muscles flex instinctively at your touch.

you begin to lift yourself up and down on him, occasionally letting out the quietest whimpers. he leans back, sitting comfortable as he watches your face closely.

every time you blink, every time your mouth opens slightly agape in pleasure, every time your eyes roll back, just any little slight difference in your face, riki watches it.

"ri..ki. you're supposed to be watching."

"i am watching."

"the front! not me. you're asking to get caught!" you whisper aggressively."

he huffs. "i am doing that too. kind of. you're more important anyway."

"i hate you."

his hand grip your ass cheeks, helping guide you up and down faster. "i know, it turns me on when you're mean..."

you moan a bit louder, unable to suppress it. he winces as you clench around him. you move your hands from under his shirt to rest behind you on his knees for support, you lean back.

"y/n..."

riki's hands come to rest on your waist again.

from this angle, he could see his dick bulging from your stomach. he presses down on your stomach, right on the spot where he's thrusting into you so deep.

your eyes roll back. "riki.."

"i know princess i know, shhh.." he starts to meet your downward movements with his own. "just let me handle it."

you oblige, your fingers going down to please yourself.

"that feel good?"

"yeah.. feels really good." you mutter.

riki takes your fingers and inserts them inside you, stretching you more. it burns, but it burns so good.

"do it like this mami, finger yourself deeper so your clit rubs against your own palm. let me see you lose yourself."

"i'm so close baby fuck, but i'm not cumming until you do." he breathes.

his right hand is pressing down on the bulge on your stomach, applying pressure, and his left hand is guiding your fingers deeper and faster.

"aah, ki.."

"yeah. fuck yeah, i love when you call me that."

"who makes you feel good?"

"riki does..aah."

"who can only make you feel this good?"

"..you..you do."

his hips slow, riki focuses on getting you there first. "it's too big, i can't.."

"nononono baby don't say that, you can. you've shown me before you can. you're capable of doing it, right pretty?"

"uh..uhuh."

your movements become more frantic, and your thighs begin to shake.

"it's okay love, i'm right here." riki kisses you, swallowing all your moans and screams as you squirt all over his thighs.

you fall forward right into him limply, absolutely drained. he catches you. you take your hand out of your puffy abused pussy.

he lifts the same hand you used and begins to lick off your juices from your fingers. savoring every bit.

"i'm gonna move now, okay y/n?"

you nod.

"cover your mouth."

riki begins thrusting into you brutally, "haah, y/n, you're perfect."

"love.. you so much." he whispers between soft moans.

you can't. it's asking too much of you to be quiet. as a last resort, you bite down harshly on riki's shoulder through his hoodie.

"no - y/n!"

he stops thrusting.

you lift your head up weakly.

riki lifts you up, guiding you off his dick. and that's when you feel it, warm sticky liquid oozing out of you.

"fuck, we've made a mess."

riki laughs, kissing you.

"you owe me."

"i know. i'll make it up to you, let's shower first once we get home yeah?"

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"dear jesus, what the hell where you guys doing in the back? why is it all wet? ya spill somethin' or?" your sibling asks, extreme concern in her voice evident.

"and why was it sticky?" your other sibling questions.

you're in the kitchen cooking riki's favorite, dumplings. your heart drops to your ass when your siblings ask.

"yeah, y/n just spilled some soda. that's why, she's just a bit clumsy." riki responds from the living room.

"be more careful next time!" your dad shouts from upstairs.

"there was a speed bump! how about you guys drive more careful next time?!" you retort, mildly annoyed you got the blame.

riki makes his way over to you, hugging you from behind.

"smells so good, when's it ready?"

"it already is ready, if you didn't come to bother me i would've transferred it to a plate now." you elbow him.

he laughs, "okay." he reaches above to grab a plate from a cabinet above, holding it next to you.

"did you pick a movie already?" you ask, transferring the dumplings carefully onto the plate one by one.

"yup. chose your favorite, figured it'd do some type of damage control after i blamed you for the mess."

"i'm still mad."

"i know. i'll make it up to you."

"whatever, let's go watch." you say, turning on your heel.

riki puts the hoodie on of your korilakkuma onesie pajama. he does the same for the matching rilakkuma onesie he's wearing.

"you're so silly, ki."

"can't we be silly together?"

he doesn't even wait for a reply, already guiding you to the living room.

as soon as you set the plate down on the coffee table, riki pulls you down into him. he wraps his arms around you, effectively trapping you.

"riki."

"i love you."

"aren't we gonna watch?"

"i love you." he repeats.

"are we gonna cuddle the whole time?"

"yes. i love you."

"the foods gonna get cold."

"oh. right." he sits up quickly, reaching over for his chopsticks.

you smile, pressing a kiss to his cheek. "i love you too, idiot."

authors note ˚　. sorry it's been a while since my last upload, i've been overwhelmed with college applications and whatnot. been soososo busy and haven't had energy to write, i hope you guys enjoyed this one though!!! now that i'm done with applications i'll be writing more often! no more waiting a week lolol. thanks for reading and understanding :)

[velmirenoir]

trouble shoot 𓍼 yjw

──── pairing ₊ stylist fem!reader ♡ model!yang jungwon

in which ₊ you and your annoying ex fling co-worker have been bickering all day, having to be on the same flight as him for a business trip to japan - only to find out your worst nightmare come to life. you guys have to share a room with each other after everything.

content warning ₊ only one bed trope, size difference, use of the name mommy, unprotected sex, physical restraints/bondage (mouth + wrists), oral sex (f!receiving) (m!receiving), rough sex, biting, dirty talk, bickering, panty sniffing, throat bulge, deep throating, slight choking

ⓘ wc ₊ 3.5k

| now playing ₊ adaptation

you wish this weekend was over already.

first, you had the weekend off. you had made plans to go clubbing with your girls - those plans went down the drain. second, it's all because of your balding manager. he decided to call you in for an ‘important business trip’ to kyoto.

you didn’t seem to mind the idea of it that much at first, until life decided to brutally remind you that you work as a stylist for someone you absolutely despise.

well, not really despise. but you wouldn’t say you like him much either.

jungwon and you actually had good chemistry before, before it all got fucked up. it all started with that night months back - you guys drank one too many shots and had sex. you both had agreed to keep it casual, but let’s be real - when you have a guy who is like yang jungwon nothing can ever be just casual.

you caught feelings. strong, messy feelings.

he was scared, scared of commitment, scared of big emotions like love. and you are a girl full of them - you’re loud, joyful, not afraid to express how you feel. whereas him on the other hand bottles everything to himself.

he pulled away from you, and the distance hurt you like hell. it tore you apart.

he hasn’t even brought it up to you once to discuss it since then, so you just held a strong grudge against him. you hate how he tries to act like nothing happened between you guys. like he ignores the giant ass elephant in the room when he tries to make small talk.

“want me to carry your luggage, princess?” jungwon says, his voice velvety.

like you’re some damsel in distress who needs saving.

you’re waiting impatiently for your suitcase to appear on the conveyor belt at the baggage claim - your ass hurts from sitting on the stiff flight seats for almost two hours. the airport lights are nearly blinding you, making you even more annoyed.

“sorry prince, i already have a knight in shining armor.” you roll your eyes, spotting your suitcase. you dismiss him like a fly, making your way to get your belongings.

“yeah? and where is this 'knight in shining armor'? i’d like to meet him.” you huff, nearly toppling over when you take down your suitcase.

for the last 6 hours, jungwon and you have been non stop bickering. he’ll just annoy you on purpose, and then say like “aww you’re so cute when you're mad.” as the cherry on top. if he didn’t have a photo shoot tomorrow, you would have already punched the daylights out of him.

you elbow him in the rib. “i’m my own knight in shining armor, asshole.”

jungwon lets out a small oof - a bit hurt - but he still takes your luggage, rolling it along side his.

everyone is gathered near the exit, 2 security, 3 staff members, 1 stylist, 1 manager, and 1 model.

there’s paparazzi already waiting outside, for jungwon. probably having been waiting for hours by now.

once you step out, the cold breeze hits you. it's raining hard - pouring, and it’s dark. there paparazzi's are sat with umbrellas waiting, some fan girls holding up flags with his face plastered all over it.

jungwon poses for dispatch and then greets his fans before carefully making it towards the black suv.

staff fill in the seats quickly. “y/n, you’re going to have to ride alone, there's no more spots in here.” your manager speaks up, placing the suitcases in the back trunk. the suv can only fit up to 6 people, and you’re the 7th one.

“i’ll call you an uber, don’t worry. you’ll just have to meet us there.”

you nod, annoyed. of course, on top of everything you have to go separately. it’s raining cats and dogs AND you’re shivering but what fucking ever.

you huff, already spinning on your heel to make your way back inside the airport. you refuse to stand out there in the cold.

“where you heading princess?”

you stiffen. your head whips around fast. “jungwon, what the hell are you doing? aren’t you supposed to be in the—?” the suv is gone. speeding off into the distance.

“what the—”

“i decided to wait with you, what kind of prince would leave his princess alone to fend for herself? i’ll ride with you.”

“i can handle myself just fine thanks.”

“why so cold?”

you elbow him again. “okay, fair enough.”

“jungwon, just shut up for a moment.”

he listens.

you both stand there in awkward tense silence as you wait for your ride to come.

jungwon opens the door for you once it arrives, following behind you into the backseat of the uber. the driver doesn't speak once nor look. leaving you two back once again in awkward silence.

he scoots closer, closing the distance between you both.

you scoot away.

he scoots closer again. leaving you with no more space to run away any further.

“what do you think you’re doing yang jungwon?” you glare at him. he meets your glare with an unreadable expression.

“i know you miss me.” your whole body tenses.

“you think i don’t see it? the heat in your eyes. it’s all because of how things used to be right? before things got complicated?"

“couldn't you have picked a better moment to talk about this? why wait so long? why wait til now?”

his hand settles on on your thigh, his hand warm on your cold skin. you flinch, your eyes tearing away from his.

“look at me y/n, stop giving me the cold shoulder and talk to me.” your eyes meet his again, “why here?”

“there she is.” his eyes bore deeply into yours. “why are you doing this jungwon?” your cheeks heat up.

he’s close enough that he can feel your body heat radiating, only a little. he leans in, waiting for something. waiting for you to shove him away. but you don’t.

because you do miss him.

“it’s okay, i know y/n. just close your eyes and let yourself feel.” you hesitate a bit before complying, you lean in, puckering your lips a bit. preparing yourself for a kiss.

he pulls back just a bit. “woah, i didn’t think you actually did. i was just testing you.” he says.

embarrassment and rage both fill you up. really? and you just fell for it like a complete dumbass.

fuck this.

tears start to fill your waterline. your hand reaches up slap him, his head snaps to the side from the force. “hey hey, i didn’t mean to make you upset. i wasn’t trying to do no funny business, i swear.”

“stop the car!” you yell, already unbuckling your seatbelt hastily. jungwon looks at you dumbfounded - the car hasn’t even come to a full stop yet - but you’re already out of the vehicle, slamming the door closed.

cars are honking, people shouting at you to get out of traffic - but you don’t care. the cold rain shows you no mercy, ruining your hair and wetting your clothes.

jungwon tips the driver quickly before following right behind you. “y/n!” he yells.

he sprints after you, you can’t even bring yourself to look behind you. he’s such a jerk.

the uber did more than half of the distance to the air bnb so you only have about a few minutes of walking til you get there. luckily, you know where it is since this isn’t the first time you guys stayed at that specific place.

jungwon trails right behind you, “y/n!” he reaches for your wrist, but you slap his hand away.

“fuck you, jungwon.”

“woah woah woah, don’t get all pissy with me. i didn’t mean to set you off like this, if i had known you would react this way, i wouldn’t have done anything.”

“you think i’m stupid, is that it?” you speed up.

“hold on y/n! you’re not even letting me get a chance to explain!” he tries to use his arm to block any more rain getting on his face. “fuck, you couldn’t pack an umbrella?”

“why didn’t you bring one? why does it have to be me?!”

“i didn’t know it was gonna pour like this! and i didn’t know i’d have to be following you out in the rain because of your dumb descisions!”

“nobody but yourself told you to get out the car and follow me!” you shout back.

“and nobody told you to get out the car! how would i look if i just let you leave like that?”

“it doesn’t matter, you’re still a prick either way!!” you cut the corner sharply, the air bnb coming into view with the familiar black suv parked out in front.

“slow down! don’t you think we should try to mend things before we go inside?!” he stands in front of you.

“there is nothing to 'mend'. i’m an idiot for even thinking for a second things would go back to the way they were before.” you walk around him.

you run towards the house, swinging the front door wide open - thank god they had left it unlocked - you step inside, completely drenched, droplets coming down onto the floor. jungwon comes inside a second afterwards.

everyone’s sitting on the couch, relaxed. their eyes flicker towards you.

“what happened? did the uber not show up or something? why are you guys both soaking wet?” your manager asks.

“nothing! nothing happened!”

“where’s my room?” you blurt out quickly.

“down the hall, last door on the left. you and jungwon are going to share.”

“why would i need to share with jungwon? isn’t it a bit unprofessional for me to?”

he blinks. “i thought you two had something going on? you guys used to sleep-”

jungwon butts in, “it’s fine. we’ll share. no worries.”

you make your way quickly to the room, jungwon follows, closing the door right behind you.

“looks like we’re sharing a bed.” he nods towards the queen bed in the middle of the room.

“who’s we? you’re either sleeping on the couch or the floor. it’s your decision.”

“don’t go that far. come on you don’t hate me that much right?”

“you know what, i don’t care, i’m showering first.”

you head inside the bathroom to your right - locking the door behind you. you’re shivering cold, you undress out of your drenched clothes quickly, letting them fall to the floor.

you turn on the shower, letting it get hot before stepping in. the hot water hits your skin, you sigh in relief.

just what is jungwon thinking? you’d do anything just to get a glimpse of how the gears work inside his brain. he drives you crazy. you tried your best not to look at him, but when he stood in front of you for a split moment - he looked so good.

his wet shirt was clinging to the outline of his toned body, his muscles visible underneath his nearly transparent shirt.

you let the hot water soak you, letting it wash away - or at least attempt to - wash away your sorrows. it feels good. really good.

time passes, and the hot water starts to run cold. you quickly turn off the shower and make your way out. you grab a small towel sitting underneath the sink and pat yourself dry. the mirrors fogged up from all the steam and heat, but you can feel the ac air hit you cold.

fuck. you forgot to bring in a change of clothes with you, and you’re not about to put on those drenched ones back on.

you clear your throat, anxiously. “jungwon?” your voice soft and a little quiet.

silence.

“jungwon?” you repeat, louder this time.

“what is it?” he replies, his voice monotone.

“can you get me my clothes? just any clothes. forgot to bring some in with me.”

“yeah, okay.” you hear faint shuffling from the other side of the door, his voice comes out again, “here, open the door.”

you open it just enough to stick your hand out “just put it in my hand please.”

jungwon sighs, but complies. you quickly draw your hand back inside, closing the door completely again.

you can tell by the looks of it that this does not belong to you. this is one of his shirts.

“umm, i said to give me my clothes.”

“i know, but i don’t feel like digging through your luggage to get your clothes. i’m too lazy.”

of course he is.

whatever, you’ll change into it for now then change into something else later. you pull the shirt over your head, the shirt fits like a dress, going all the way down to your thighs.

you open the door, stepping out the bathroom. “okay, i’ve finished. you can wash up now.”

jungwon is looking away, his back facing you. he’s ruffling his wet hair. “i already washed up, i just used the spare bathroom in the hallway.”

oh.

he’s only in grey sweats and white socks. his suitcase is wide open on the floor - clothes spilling messily out of it.

he turns around to face you, his eyebrow raising. his eyes fall down to your nipples poking through the thin fabric of his shirt.

jungwon makes his way over to you, his eyes never leaving your perky hard nipples. “are you seriously wearing nothing under my shirt?” he lifts up the shirt, revealing your bare body underneath. you blush, pulling the shirt back down. what the hell is this guy’s problem?

“i wouldn’t have been if you just brought me MY clothes.”

“whatever, where are your clothes that got soaked? i’ll put them in the dryer.”

“they’re on the floor.” you respond.

he walks inside the bathroom, picking up your wet clothes one by one. he stops at your panties - raising them to his nose and inhales the wet fabric.

“what the hell are you doing?!” you yank your panties out from his hand. “relax, y/n. don’t yell.”

“how can you tell me to relax after you just sniffed my panties?!” you retort, bewildered. your voice raises - “you’re such an asshole!”

jungwons hand comes up to cover your mouth. “it’s late, people are sleeping. keep it down, yeah? you wouldn’t want to cause another scene hm?”

you bite his hand. he pulls his hand away quickly - hissing. “really?” he mutters.

jungwon leans down before you can even blink to bite down harshly on your collarbone, forcing a sharp gasp out of you. you drop your wet panties, forgetting all about it.

“ahh..—jungwon!” you try to swat him off, but he doesn’t let up. he tosses your drenched clothes to the floor, pulling away only to push you down onto the bed.

“i know i know, i’m an asshole. just stop fighting me, stop hating me. i’ll make you feel good, kay?” your cheeks flush at his words.

he pushes you down a bit more, laying you flat on your back. he makes his away around opposite end of the bed, you tilt your head up, following his every move. he looks down at you.

“fuck. you look so good in my clothes, it turns me on how it swallows you completely. you don’t know what you do to me.”

“okay, don’t fight me on this. just let me make it up to you.” he adjusts himself through his sweats, then pulls down his sweats and boxers just enough to release himself. his dick twitching hard and slightly swollen.

your jaw drops. after being touch deprived for so long, it’s happening like this? you never would’ve thought he would’ve showed you himself ever again.

he pulls you up forward slightly, your head hanging off the edge of the bed.

jungwon uses your open mouth to his own advantage, shoving himself inside. groaning at the warmth of your soft walls.

“open wider for me baby..” he mutters, his voice low and deep. you try your best, mouth opening as wide as you can. your eyes tear up, and he hasn’t even started moving yet. “eyes on me, keep them open for me love.. yeah. you’re doing so good.”

he starts to move at a steady pace, his dick making a outline visible in your throat. “fuck, that's hot.”

“i wish you could see what i'm seeing right now, y/n. i’m so deep inside your throat i can see myself..” - he moans - “haah..”

you even can’t do anything but make muffled noises while he uses your mouth as he pleases.

jungwons hand comes down to cup your small neck, applying pressure on your throat - and his dick.

“hmmhhhh, fuck y/n.” he gasps out, he’s in your mouth, and he can feel his own hand feeling up on his own dick on your skin.

and he fucking loves it. you can hardly breathe, but god, the wet sounds of him sliding in and out of your throat sound so hot that you're practically dripping down there. he shifts, helping your head back up on the bed,

he leans forward, his head near your thighs, this position.. it's too much. you gag at his length. he spreads your legs open gently, and begins to lap at you desperately. you squirm, the sound muffled by his huge dick.

"you taste so good mommy.." he moves his hips slowly, thrusting in and out of your mouth. your hands grip his thighs.

jungwon bites down on your clit, nearly making you squirt and make a mess all over the sheets.

you push off, he rolls to the side and you gasp for air.

“too much?” he asks.

he stands, making his way over back to his suitcase. he lets you catch your breath.

jungwon picks out one of his long sleeved shirts, making his way back on the bed. he rolls you over on your stomach.

he wraps the sleeves around your mouth, tying it tightly at the back of your head - effectively muffling you.

his hands reach for your wrists, pinning them behind your back with one hand. “lift your hips for me angel.” you do weakly.

he pushes inside all at once, making your eyes roll back. your face falls first into the mattress. he thrusts roughly. “yeah, face into the mattress baby.... you look so beautiful from up here.”

jungwon loves this position because from here he can see everything - you remember him telling you that when you asked why you guys never really did any other position. he says it’s your body is so perfect. straight 10’s across the board for him.

your moans are muffled, but not going unheard.

his free hand reaches down to lift your head up from the sheets. “let’s play a new a game, yeah?” he groans.

“every time i thrust” - he thrusts get more rough - “you count. mess up, and we’ll start over.” you whimper, how does he expect you to do that? you don’t even have enough energy to lift your own head up.

“start counting.”

“one..” - he thrusts - “two..” “three..” “four...” his dick hits your cervix, making you stop completely and moan loudly.

“again. start over.” his pace quickens,

“one..two..mmmhh...three...”

“can't even make it to four?” he laughs.

“you’re---nmmmhghh--such an--ah..”

“i’m such a what? speak up baby.”

“asshole.”

jungwon looses the shirt tied around your head, the shirt falling down. onto the sheets. he unlocks your wrists, putting your arms to the side and pulls you back, lifting you up on your knees. this new angle let’s him fuck you deeper and harder.

“fuck mommy, you feel so good. i missed this.. i missed you.” he says between moans. you moan loudly repeatedly, tears streaming down your face.

“jungwon...” you whimper. “yeah baby, that’s me. say my name.”

the sounds of skin slapping fills the room completely, god, if you didn’t wake up the others before, they were definitely awake now.

jungwon lets go of you, letting you hit the soft cushion in your weakened brainless state. he pulls out of you, stroking himself a few times before shooting his warm semen all over your ass.

he rubs his dick on your ass cheeks for a few more seconds, milking every last drop on you. he grabs the shirt from underneath you to wipe your back, cleaning you up a bit.

he flops beside you, panting and sweating. the room smells like sex and sweat.

“i’m sorry i scared you away. i’m not good at serious relationships. i’m sorry i hurt you and left you to deal with it all by yourself.”

you turn your head to look at him. his expression sincere and soft, a stark contrast to what he was just doing to you. “if you wouldn’t mind, i’d like to try now.”

“try what?” you mutter.

jungwon shifts. “i haven’t just been doing fuck all you know, all this time apart.. i’ve been thinking about us.” he places a warm soft kiss on your shoulder.

“i want to try again. i want to be your boyfriend. i want to be the one you look for when you’re upset, when you’re sad. when you went on a shopping spree and you have no one to show your hauls to."

“i want to be there for you, y/n.”

he wipes away a tear from underneath your eye, leaning in to kiss your eyes softly. kissing away the saltiness of your tears.

“you’re an idiot, jungwon.” you use whatever strength you have left to hug him tightly. he wraps his big arms around you, kissing the top of your hair. “i know.”

“i’m your idiot.”

“you owe me sushi and multiple dates after this.”

“of course, anything for my sweet girl.”

you hum.

“what the hell have you guys been doing in it’s it's one in the fucking morning." your managers voice comes through the door, he does not sound happy.

“we’re fucked, aren’t we?”

jungwon laughs. “yeah. we are.”

authors note ₊ thx thx for reading!! i really hope you guys enjoyed this! if you did pls give me some support and feedback i'd really appreciate it. :) this was a request by an anon and i made some slight changes to my style! thanks again for taking the time out of ur day to give my fic a chance <3 btw i wrote this off 0 sleep so sorry if it’s a bit sloppy 😭😭

[velmirenoir]

the devil wears prada キ lhs

pairing ₊ runway model fem!reader ♡ jerk idol!heeseung

in which you can't stand heeseung. unfortunately for you, both of you are under the same brand - at a prada afterparty, you and him get into a fight - leading to messy kisses, hurtful words, and confessions.

content warning ₊ unprotected sex, pain infliction/spanking (f!recieving), creampie/breeding, nipple/breast play, tit job, brat ♡ brat tamer, oral sex (f!recieving), big breast reader, i made heeseung a little mean, choking, dry humping, thigh fucking, dirty talk, bickering

ⓘ wc 4.4k

| now playing ₊ 2 am ₊ dollhouse

excelsior hotel galli - a luxury hotel in milan, where they’re hosting the private after party dinner for prada after milan fashion week reaches it’s end tonight. music is blasting, people are dancing - some way too close to each other -, people talking, having fun.

you sit tall alone at a table far back away from eyes. your cupcake sits untouched in front of you, too busy admiring the night lights of the city from the extravagant roof top bar. 

your feet sting, tonight was rough. you walked the runway, stood for hours in stilettos, and practiced your walk over and over again in the mirror. the tension in the air is thick, and even though you purposefully sat far away from where everyone is gathered - you can still feel someone looking.

a certain someone staring.

only one person comes to mind. you tear your eyes away reluctantly from the pretty view - lee heeseung - standing tall next to his band members - looking right at you. you glare at him and he raises an eyebrow, you’re already annoyed without him having to mutter a word. 

you hate him, really hate him. every interaction you had with each other has always been snarky comments, him teasing you endlessly - how it drives you crazy how much he teases you - you snapping at him, him smirking at you all smug. 

he stands confidently in a customed tailored black suit. the inverted triangle prada logo shining underneath the bright lights. still making eye contact with you, he leans over towards jay, whispering something. probably whispering something about you, gosh fuck him. not literally. though he is strikingly good looking, so much that you just want to punch him in his pretty face.

for as long as you could remember, this is how it's always been between you guys. you’ve been a runway model for prada for a few years now, and everything was going well - until enhypen became brand ambassadors in 2023.

now in 2026, every time you guys are at the same gathering, it’s always the same thing over and over again. it’s not that you have a problem with enhypen in general, you actually quite like their music. it’s just him you can’t stand.

he’s always making some sort of comment to you - then getting pissed off whenever you flirt with some random guy for some reason. like “really? him? that’s the best you could do?” 

he laughs wholeheartedly at something sunghoon says, the sight makes your chest tighten. you twirl your head away so fast you’re sure you’re getting neck pain later - you just want this night to end already.

if the music wasn’t so fucking loud maybe this moment would be peaceful, just the sound of wind blowing - your brows furrow in frustration.

“if you keep doing that, you’ll end up with forehead wrinkles.”

you thought this night couldn’t get any worse, you were dead wrong. you don’t even turn to face him. heeseung moves around to the opposite end of the table and pulls the chair across from you, taking a seat. making himself comfortable.

you glare at him. he glares at you.

“what do you want this time, heeseung?”

“just wanted to say hi to my favorite girl.”

sarcasm.

you can’t hide the disgust in your face, neither the eye roll that comes almost naturally.

he laughs at your expression. “you look good, i enjoyed seeing you walk. it never gets old.” he places his elbow on the table, holding his face with his palm. looking all nonchalant and laid back, it pisses you off. he looks good, too good.

“they look good too.” he nods towards your tits - he’s checking you out - does this man really have no shame? so openly? “seriously?” you respond, the irritation clear in your voice.

“easy, i’m complementing you.” 

“you’re staring at my tits.”

“i wouldn’t say staring, more like appreciating. they are nice.”

you kick him underneath the table with your heels. he hisses and staggers a bit. 

“you’re so gross.” you mutter. he’s a little annoyed that you just kicked him, but he still manages a grin.

he glances down to your untouched plate, the singular plain sad cupcake just taking up space. “didnt know a girl with such a temper like yours could like something so sweet.”

you almost kick him in the leg again. “i can be sweet.”

he does not buy it at all. “of course.”

“aren’t you gonna eat it?”

“was planning to but your face ruined my appetite.” you snap back quickly, a lie - his face was majestic - but still.

“ouch.” he chuckles, and it unsettles you. why on earth is that funny? “then you don’t mind if i eat it?” he says, already pulling the plate towards him.

“go ahead.” you lean back in your chair, arms crossed. he smirks, his eyes right back on your tits.

“if you didn’t know, you’re supposed to be eating the cupcake right now. my boobs aren’t the edible ones.” 

he tears his eyes away from your cleavage, taking a small bite. “you know, if you stopped hating my guts for a minute i could show you how edible they could be.” 

“what is wrong with you?” your cheeks flush, despite how much you don’t want them to.

“relax, i was only joking.” he takes another bite nonchalantly almost taunting you, just fishing a reaction from you.

oh you’ll show him a reaction.

“no really, tell me then. what’s your deal with me? why do you always have to say some bullshit to me - can’t anything good ever come out your mouth?” 

he didn’t expect you to talk back to him - especially here - where there’s press, cameras, people recording live, and so so many eyes. “y/n, relax a bit yeah? let’s just have fun.”

you don’t let up. “or what? not like you’re gonna do anything about it. i say what i want and i do what i want.” 

his jaw clenches, now he’s really annoyed. “i fucking told you to relax already, what’s with the attitude huh?” you open your mouth to make a another snarky comeback, but he doesn’t let you get a word in. “you know what it is?” he starts.

“it’s because no guy has ever fucked you properly - that’s why you’re always so pissy with me right? you want me to put you in your place.”

your mouth shuts quickly. you don’t even know what to say.

he smirks, knowing he just won.

gosh, that fucking smug ass smirk, it makes you want to rip your hair out. you hate losing the most. and you’re not going to let him get the last word.

without even thinking about it, you palm a bunch of frosting into your hand and lean over the table to smear it all over his face, bits of it falling on his expensive suit.

“fuck - seriously, y/n? that’s how you wanna play?” he spits, standing up immediately. “what the fuck.”

he’s suuper pissed. like the most you’ve ever seen him. though you can’t lie, his expression he makes when hes mad is sexy.

he walks away from the table quickly, striding back inside the hotel. you roll your eyes - dramatic much?

your manager comes into view a few moments afterwards, with a disapproving look on her face. “y/n, you have to fix what you just caused.”

“why? he brought this upon himself.” you huff, not wanting to take any accountability. damn him.

“don’t be like that, go after him and apologize. this could look really bad, there’s a bunch of press and this could taint your image.”

“you could lose your spot.”

fine.

you stand quickly and start to trail him, your heels loud against the pavement - you’re trying your best to not to make eye contact with anyone right now. you speed up when you past his members, hoping they didn’t see what just happened.

you hurry through the large doors, “heeseung! i was out of line, stop please.” he doesn’t even slow down his steps or look back, just keeps walking towards the elevator with purpose. he steps inside, pressing a floor quickly.

not wanting to lose him - you speed up - barely making it time before the doors close. 

he huffs in annoyance. “why’re you in here? why’d you follow me?”

you really don’t want to apologize. you? accepting defeat ? especially to heeseung? never. but this is more for you than him. “look, i’m sorry-”

“don’t lie to me. you aren’t sorry.”

welp, you tried it.

“you’re right. i’m not sorry.” you say, “you said i never been fucked properly - you provoked me - you can’t seriously be this pissed because i gave you a reaction.” 

he takes a step closer. you take a step back. “tell me it isn’t true then. go on. prove me wrong pretty.” he waits. his eyes shooting daggers into you.

you can’t even deny it, because he’s right. you don’t really have sex often because the guys don’t make it enjoyable for you.

“fuck you heeseung.” you respond defensively.

he bites his lip, you can see a vein on his neck from how pissed off he is.

you smirk. “oh no, did that make you maddd? awww.” you nudge at his chest with your finger. 

“i hate you y/n. seriously.”

“i hate you more.”

“stop being a brat.” his voice low and rough.

“make me.”

you taunt him, and he sticks two fingers between your cleavage and dress, pulling you towards him roughly. “wha–” he crushes his lips onto yours roughly - his large hand comes up to wrap around your neck, applying pressure - choking you.

you reach for his tie, pulling it roughly, making him come down onto your harder.

the kiss is all teeth and tongue, he bites down harshly on your bottom lip, making you hiss. it’s desperate, fierce, full of everything you’ve both been holding back for years; anger, frustration, and no doubt sexual tension.

his free hand wanders underneath your thigh, lifting it up to snake around his hips. your heel falls flat with a thud. he pushes you harshly against the cold wall, making you shiver slightly.

the elevator is moving up slowly, and. he starts to grind his erection into you. you whine - and his hand tightens around your neck - he moves his hips in up and down motions, everytime he moves the friction making your clit all the more sensitive.

he breaks away only to come up for air, panting slightly. he loosens his grip on your neck just enough to let you catch your breath. you’re panting heavily.

he pulls down your dress enough to release your big tits. they bounce, and he swallows at the sight of it. he palms one boob roughly, making you whimper. he leans down to bite down on your nipple harshly, then licking the teeth marks he just made.

“how about that? still wanna be a brat?” he says, breathy.

“you really think you’re in control here?” you retort. not backing down. “you’re gonna have to do better than that.”

he’s does not like that response, he’s pissed.

the elevator comes to a stop and the door opens, and he lets your leg down. heesung doesn’t even let you grab your shoe from off the floor, he just drags you out the elevator out by the arm into the hallway.

“heeseung - my fucking shoe!” you smack his arm. “we’ll worry about it later. come on.”

heeseung slows after a few steps, stoping at room number 1009. he punches in the code to the door and opens it hastily, pushing you in first, you almost fall making your way in.

he closes the door behind, beginning to unbutton himself. “hey what the fuck?!” you shout at him.

“watch your tone with me, darling.” he responds calmly. he disgards of his clothes, leaving him in his boxers and socks.

heeseung walks towards you, strides quickly eating up the distance. you step back, but it only makes him push closer. “wearing that short ass fucking dress around me” - he grabs you by the waist, turning you around so your back is pressed against his chest. “acting like such a diva, like you own the place. it turns me on, but don’t you think you need to be put down?”

he pushes forward, guiding you to the bedroom - but he doesn’t stop at the bed. he walks towards a tall mirror to the side, your reflection staring right back at you.

“stay still.” he unzips your dress, and helps you shimmy out of your panties - letting them both fall to the floor. you kick off your other shoe, stepping out the dress, kicking it also to the side.

you can hear him freeing himself from his boxers, yet you can’t see anything because you can only see yourself in the mirror and the outline of heesung standing right behind you.

he lines himself up, his thick head pressing against your entrance. you bite your lip, mentally preparing yourself.

“you want me to fuck this hole? beg for it.”

“like i’d do that!” you huff, shimmying on the head, your ass scooting back against him to push the head inside of you - attempting to take control yourself.

you begging? never.

heesung kisses his teeth. “ah-ah-ah.” he pulls out, his head glistening with your wetness. “if you think i’ll let you off the hook that easily, you’re wrong.” he thrusts once, his length rubbing against your clit. you can’t help the moan that releases from your voice.

your eyes look down between your legs, and his tip peaks out from between your thighs. he moves his hips slowly, thrusting, his length rubbing against your clit. what a tease. he groans at your warm wetness. 

you feel like cumming just from his voice alone. you start to rub your thighs tightly together, rubbing his dick against yourself. “hurrryyyy” - you whine - “put it inside!!”

“is that how you ask me?” he begins to thrust roughly, the violent sound of skin slapping each other filling the room. the friction of his length makes you whimper non-stop.

“look at yourself, look at those fuckin’ dirty expressions you’re making, nasty girl.”

he drops of one of your arms - letting it fall to the side - grabbing your chin roughly to guide your face up. forcing you to look directly at your reflection.

it’s lewd, the face you’re making, your mouth is slightly agape, moans coming flowing out freely, your lips a bit swollen from the kiss earlier and your cheeks are flushed pink.

it’s humiliating, seeing how much you’re all worked up like this.

especially because of heeseung.

you can’t stop moaning and whining at the stimulation. your thighs are being used like his personal own sex doll.

“say you want me to cum inside you, go on.” he lets out a breathy chuckle, still thrusting between your plump soft thighs.

“in-” - you gasp when he thrusts harder - “in your dreams.” you retort with what little strength you have left. the fire you have inside still burning hot. your hips begin to move on their own, using his long dick to please yourself.

“tch.” he pulls away from you, leaving you needy.

“what’re you doing?”

he plops down on the lush king bed nearby, his legs spread open. you turn to finally see him, and holyy. that thing was going to be inside you? you can’t even fathom how he carries himself with that third leg.

heeseung reaches out to grip your wrist, pulling you to stand in front of him. his adam apple bobs at the sight of your huge tits jiggling in his face.

you wiggle them, they bounce tauntingly in his face. “don’t do that.” he mutters.

“stop. seriously, y/n.”

you giggle.

his jaw clenches - annoyed - again.

he pulls you down roughly on top of him, pushing you stomach flat over his lap. he pushes you up so your bare ass is on his lap.

heeseung wastes no time - his hand flying down sharply to smack you on your cheek. you bury your head in the sheets, moaning.

another slap - “dirty girl, you think you can just mess with me? especially when i have you moaning like this?” another slap - your eyes begin to sting. he doesn’t let up - slapping again - making you gasp loudly. “who do you belong to?” hand coming down again.

''not you-" he slaps again - tears are prickling your eyes.

“wrong answer. tell me how much you want me to bend you over and fuck this pretty cunt.” you pant desperately, trying to catch your breath.

you can’t respond, the words won’t come out. you shake your head, still defiant. he delivers a sharp slap to your untouched cheek. despite the stinging burning pain on your ass cheeks, you can’t help but respond with lewd noises. it feels good.

heeseung slaps you right on the pussy, your clit sensitive. your eyes roll back, the tears start flowing freely. "you like that?" he asks.

you nod. "more." you whine, moving your ass against his fingers.

you’re so close, you’re rubbing your clit desperately against his fingers. "im gonna, mmh..."

heeseung laughs, and pulls his hand away. you were so close. you pout, annoyed. "noo don’t stop-" you whine.

if only you could see how you looked through his eyes right now, you look so fucking cute to him when you're like this. he’s enjoying this a lot.

he places his fingers back on your clit, circling, before taking them away again. "you wanna cum so bad huh? too damn bad." he slaps your pussy again.

you sniffle, annoyed and horny. fuck him, you’re so needy and he wants to treat you like this?

"come on angel, i know you know what you have to do." his hand hovering over your heat. waiting for your response.

you bite your lip, reluctantly swallowing the bitter pill of your pride. "please heeseung.."

"please what? use your words. i don’t know what you want."

damn him to hell. he obviously knows, he just wants you to submit.

"please let me use your hand to get off. i want to cum now. i want to cum all over you." your voice shakes, tears streaming down your face.

"atta girl."

he helps you up off his lap. laying down flatly, he guides you on his face. he pulls you down, and you sit on his face with all your weight.

heeseung begins lapping at you desperately, like a thirsty puppy. your hands reach into his hair for stability.

he nibbles on your clit - you whine - moving your hips upwards slightly to you rub your nub all over his nose, riding the tip of it. "fuck yeah y/n, ride my face like that. use me for your own pleasure." his hand comes down to deliver another sharp slap on your ass.

your hips stutter - you feel warm streams of liquid come out. he licks it all up, leaving no mess - no traces behind.

you flop over, thighs twitching. he sits up and straightens quickly, pulling you back to hover right on top of his tip - not yet pushing inside. "come on baby, i know you aren’t tapping out on me now."

heeseung guides you to sink down on his dick slowly, helping you down all the way. your eyes twitch at how big he stretches you - it stings in the best way.

he guides you up and down his long length, moaning at how wet and tight you are.

he reaches down to pinch your clit - if anyone was listening - it would sound like it a straight porno the way you can’t stop making such cute lewd noises.

“i can feel you clenching around me, you want to milk me dry don’t you? greedy girl.”

you bite your lip, pouty. “i can’t get enough of your warmth.” he moans, his free hand reaching up to play with your breast. heesung’s eyes can’t tear away from the sight of them bouncing up and down in his face.

"i’ve always loved your tits, so pretty, so mesmerizing."

before you know it, he buries his head in your tits. you can only see the top of his hair, and feel his warm tongue licking your boobs. you tilt your head back, your hands coming to rest on his shoulders to support you as you continue to ride him.

he sucks your tits, leaving marks all over your soft boobs. occasionally nipping and licking the hard nipple.

the tripe stimulation overwhelms you. his dick inside of you, his finger on your clit, and his mouth on your tit all at once.

you can’t even form coherent thoughts or words, head completely empty, you’re just riding the wave of moment. literally.

"tell me how much you want me to fill you up." he looks up from beneath your boobs, his eyes peaking up at you, still buried in your titties.

"fill me up completely - so much that I still feel you tomorrow." you say between moans.

heeseung groans. his hands move to your waist - gripping tightly - helping you up and down him faster, riding sloppily. "yeah, you’re gonna take all of it, don't spill a single drop."

“how does it feel when I say that hm? you like when i talk dirty to you don’t you?”

he knows. he knows you can’t talk back because it’s true. and because hes fucking you so good - hitting all the right spots - that you don’t even have any more strength to make a snarky comeback anymore.

your hips are just moving on their own, even if you wanted to stop you couldn’t.

"i love you." you blurt.

"what was that baby? speak up, i couldn’t hear you darling." he teases - he for sure heard you.

when you don’t repeat it, his hip snaps up harshly, meeting your downward motions with his own thrusts. "i said. i fucking love you, dick."

he laughs. your hips stop moving, letting him take control.

heeseung thrusts roughly, and it doesn’t take much longer until you start to feel warm liquid fill your walls.

you pull off, panting - trying to keep his cum still inside you. it feels good, knowing his kids are flowing inside you.

you flop to the side - exhausted.

キ

the sunlight nearly blinds you, it wakes you up from your deep slumber. your thighs ache like hell. heesung is awake right next to you, having been watching you sleep for the past hour.

"rise and shine." he smirks. "was wondering if sleeping beauty would ever wake up."

you glare at him.

he laughs at your state, eyes drowzy from sleep, hair tousled from tossing and turning, he thinks you look so sexy like this. especially with that annoyed expression on your face.

"back to hating me again? after you told me you loved me last night?"

right.

the memories come back to you now - you did say that.

"shut up! you push at his chest, he rolls you on top of him." you sit up on top of him, throwing weak punches.

"what? it was cute i can’t lie. you gonna say it again?" he says, the smug look on his face making the fire light up in your eyes. you fucking hate this man. "i hate your guts."

"i know you do. just wait til i’m in your guts. you wont hate me so much then."

this man. lee fucking heeseung.

he gets off on this - on you two bickering - you can feel his bulge pressing right underneath you.

"why am i still naked but you have sweats on?"

"you would’ve been pissed if i put you in my clothes, so i decided why not enjoy the view more?" his eyes flicker to your tits.

you move your hips on his bulge as a retort. he hisses, his eyes flashing dangerously. you’re dry humping his clothed dick, loving the look of pleasure on his face. you smirk.

"brat."

"jerk."

he sits up - you move off him suddenly - he glares - talking with his eyes - saying "where do you think you’re going?"

you shimmy his sweats down just enough til his dick springs out. you shift your position a bit, leaning down. you grab both your tits from the side, sandwiching his dick between them.

"fuuuuuck." he nearly drools at the sight. he can’t stop staring at his work on you, the teeth marks from when he bit you, the diverse sizes of hickies on your breasts, this is like his dream come true.

"how do you like that hm?" he shakes his head at your mocking tone, reaching down to pinch your nipple harshly. you gasp.

"how about that?" he retorts.

you pout. he smirks.

"i always loved your boobs, did you know that? i’m obsessed with them."

"you told me."

"did i?" he responds, clearly stuck in a trance from how your tits bounce on his dick.

"yeah. it’s almost cute - you’re like a little boy, wanting milk." you laugh in his face, and he hates it. he hates how sexy the idea is, but he hates looked being down on more, especially when he’s being compared to a child.

he flips you over suddenly, putting you on on your side. he lifts your leg up and pushes inside you from behind with no warning. you whine loudly.

"yeah? i’m like a little boy? how about when i’m burried in you so deep like this? am i little then?" he moans, his pace slow - a stark contrast from how he was last night - his thrusts are deep and passionate - he’s not really mad, he just loves this game between you two.

you meet his thrusts with your own, fucking him right back.

he cums surprisingly fast this time - groaning - burying himself in your shoulder.

“don’t pull out."

"wasn’t planning on it. i want to stay buried in your warmth forever."

"i want my cum to stay inside you like this.”

the room falls into a comfortable silence.

"i love you too." he says.

"what was that? oh i couldn’t hear." you tease.

he kneads your tit roughly, irritated.

"okay okay jeez."

the tall large windows show the beautiful morning sky of milan, the sun feels good on your skin.

"heeseung?"

"mmm?"

"what about my shoe? in the elevator."

"fuck, i forgot.. i'll buy you new ones i swear."

you roll your eyes. "i hate you."

"love you too, y/n."

authors note ₊ this was a request by an anon but i accidentally deleted the inbox so i couldn’t reply to the ask sorry </3 i hope u guys enjoyed this fic! i really had fun with this one bahaha

edit: why after 1 year of stanning enhypen I realize heesung is actually HEESEUNG, how could I have been so damn blind?? thanks to the anon that pointed it out. 😭

[velmirenoir]

cherries and wine ୨୧ lhs

ꫂ᭪ ─── pairing ₊ fem!reader ♡ roommate!heeseung

in which you and your cocky roommate you’ve been crushing for a while on have a bit too much to drink, leading to messy drunk confessions.

content warning ₊ alcohol, unprotected sex, oral sex, ice play/temperature play, ingesting genital secretion, pain infliction (both parties receiving), brat!reader ♡ dom!heesung, teasing

ⓘ wc ₊ 2.3k

| now playing ₊ pretty the weeknd

all you can focus on his cute face. you press your cheek flat against the cold kitchen island.

for some reason, you thought it was a good idea to challenge heeseung to a drinking competition - winner gets whatever. let’s just say you finished way before he even got started.

the line of empty glasses of cherry soju are taunting you in your defeated state. it’s so warm, you can feel your cheeks burning heat even when you’re pressed against the cold marble. heeseung looks at you, setting the shot glass down. his cheeks are flushed slightly from the alcohol.

“tapping out already?” he lets out a low deep chuckle, the sound making your stomach tighten. you nod with little strength, absolutely defeated. “how are you not drunk?” you complain. damn it all, damn heeseung and him literally being good at everything.

“who says i’m not? i’m just at better controlling it than you.”

of course he is. you glare at him. he’s looking at you with a smug smirk, and boy it annoys you. it annoys you how much you want to kiss that smirk off his face.

"y/n, you’re glaring daggers into me. if you glare any harder you’re gonna burn a fat hole in my face.” heeseung flicks your forehead playfully, you flinch.

you sit up and straighten, pouting slightly. “you win, what do you want?” you sigh. he raises his eyebow, like he wasn’t expecting you to ask him that - after just beating you.

he looks you up and down, you’re only in a bra and tiny shorts. he glances at your cleavage for a second before making his way up back to your face. “why don’t you tell me something, y/n?”

“hmmm?” you mumble, hazy from how much you had to drink. he scoots his bar stool closer to yours, the distance between you closing. he’s so close enough to feel your body heat.

“are you gonna finally tell me how much you like me?” he says relaxed, pouring himself another shot. you tense up under his gaze - the scent of cherry soju now making you sick, and your stomach turns.

he downs the shot like it was nothing, still holding eye contact with you as he awaits your response. “ahaha” - you giggle nervously - “i don’t know what you’re talking about...” you start fixating on your hair - nervously - brushing your fingers through the silky strands.

heeseung eyes lower, his hand reaching out to stop your hands doing their nervous habit. he twirls your hair. “playing dumb won’t work on me. i see right through you.”

your mind flips. the alcohol making you blurt out words faster than you can stop them - “okay, i like you. i like you so fucking much heeseung, happy?” you shove lightly at his chest, annoyed. he grabs your wrist to keep your palm flat against him, his muscles flexing beneath your touch.

“woah, feisty girl.” he chuckles, his laughter making heat burn on your cheeks - as well in between your legs. his eyes begin to wander again, back down to your boobs. “stop looking at my tits, pervert.” you huff, annoyed. although, you do like his attention. he lets go of you.

“why are you wearing only a bra if you don’t want me to look? i’m going to look naturally.”

“it’s comfortable.” you snap back quickly with an attitude.

he raises an eyebrow - you glare. he glares back. “is that so?” he asks, his voice now deep and controlled.

“yeah. got a problem?”

he swallows, his adam apple bobbing, god how much you love his adam apple. it’s one of his sexiest features.

“watch it.” he says.

“or what? what’re you gonna do?”

silence.

“exactly what i thought.” you hmmph in quiet victory.

“i’m going to fuck your pretty little mouth, and then you’re not gonna be able to be such a brat with me in your walls.”

you’re stunned. your mouth opens to retort, but before you can even speak his mouth is already on yours.

and he’s not gentle.

you fist his shirt for stability - eyes shut tightly. he tastes like mint and cherries plus the alcohol, the kiss hot and messy. you moan into his mouth, and it only makes him kiss you harder.

he pulls back for air, and he stands - the bar stool making a noise from how quick he stood. heeseungs hovering above you, looking down at you with unclear intentions. neither of you say anything, only the sound of your heaving breathing fills the air.

“what does this mean heeseung?”

he runs his fingers through his hair, sighing. “i know you want me, and i want you too. like bad.” he confesses, looking embarrassed now.

“i-” he cuts you off - “don’t say anything, please.” you knew he wasn’t that well at expressing himself, but how can he expect you to not say anything? he showed no signs of liking you previously til now.

he moves to the living room, and you trail behind him. you’re not letting him off the hook that easily, that’s just not who you are. he man spreads on the couch, and fuuck if you weren’t wet before now you were.

you stand awkwardly a few feet away from him, pondering on what to do next. you just found out you both have mutual feelings for eachother, and he threatened you - with a good time - kissed you, and now the tensions suffocating and unignorable.

fuck this. you dreamt of this day for so long, and it’s not ending like that.

the whiplash from the kiss sobered you up a bit, but the alcohol is still lingering, giving you confidence and without a second thought you make your way toward him.

you stand in front of him.

he doesn’t look up at you.

you slowly drop to your knees on the floor before him and tug on his belt playfully. his eyes flash, “what’re you doing?” he asks.

“don’t say you’re going to fuck my mouth and not stand on it afterwards.” you unbuckle his belt, then pull down his sweats. he doesn’t stop you.

you palm his thick erection through his boxers, your mouth leaving wet hot kisses on the outline. he bites his lip, sighing contently. he moves your head gently out the way to release himself, his dick flinging out in front of you.

it’s long, thick, and it’s all hard for you. for a moment, you contemplate about how you’re gonna go about doing this. obviously, it won’t all fit in your mouth at once.

you wrap your lips around the head, tongue swirling around and in his slit. he throws his head back, letting out a groan. you attempt to swallow him hole, but halfway you stop to gag - you can’t push any further.

it will have to do.

you move your head up and down, your hand stroking the rest of his length. his hips buckle up instinctively, pushing his dick way deeper. you gag, eyes tearing up. his large hands grips your hair and he starts to fuck your mouth roughly, letting out low moans and groans. your hands find his hips for hold.

“fuck,” - he stutters - “you’re gonna be a good girl and swallow it right?” you want to, but you want to make him work for it more. you nibble softly on his dick and he growls, stopping completely.

“what’s wrong? do you wanna stop?” he asks, softly.

you pull your mouth off his dick completely, “if you wanna finish in my mouth? you better beg for it.” you challenge him, the attitude coming back in your words. heeseung’s eyes lower, he’s annoyed.

suddenly, he gets up and picks you up, you squirm in his arms. “you really wanna play that game? i’ll show you who’s really in charge here, baby.” he kicks the door open to his room and strides in, tossing you on the bed before turning back around to leave.

“where are you going?”

“i’ll be right back.” he walks off into the kitchen.

your body is burning up all over, his sheets are comfortable and his whole room smells like him. his scent overwhelms your senses, you turn - fisting a handful of his comforter and bringing it to your face, inhaling his smell. your fingers wander down into your shorts.

you close your eyes and sigh, pumping two fingers in and out of your pussy, imagining it’s heeseung. you whimper, “heesung.. just like that.”

you whine.

“just like what y/n?” he comes close, laying in the bed next to you. pressing his hard on right on your ass. “did i say you could touch yourself while i was gone?” he reaches for your hand you’re using to please yourself and puts it behind your back - like you’re being arrested for a crime - and rolls you over on your stomach.

he hovers over you, both of his knees on either side of your legs. you lift up your ass a bit, playfully wiggling your ass against his dick. his hand comes down hard, and sharp. you moan. “brat.” he pulls down your shorts quickly, only to be surprised that you’re completely bare underneath. no panties.

he slaps your ass again, the sensation making you moan loudly. he lets go of your hand, letting it fall to the side limply. you hear shuffling, possibly him reaching for something? and then it hits you.

heeseung begins to trail down your back with his mouth and an ice cube on his tongue, you moan and whimper at the cold sensation. the contrast of your searing hot skin under his cold kisses making you all fuzzy.

“heeseung.. ah..” you whimper.

he stops trailing at your warm slick slit.

“ass up baby.”

you obey and lift yourself up, he smirks and then begins to lick your clit - ice still in his mouth. your legs close instinctively, the cold ice rubbing you in all the right ways.

“ah-ah.” he slaps your ass again, your ass cheek starting to sting. you open your legs again, “good girl.”

he pushes the ice cube into your pussy with his tongue, and then he flips you over on your back, lining himself at your entrance. you whimper, ready. you rub your clit on his tip for stimulation.

“if you want me to fuck you rough right here right now, you have to beg for it.”

and there it is, he’s throwing what you said to him moments ago back in your face. you don’t want to submit fully, but fuck you’re so horny it aches and you cant take it anymore.

“please heeseung, please fuck me. i’ve been so good.”

“have you been good though?” he slides the tip in your pussy, then pulls out, leaving you wanting more. you whimper.

“you gonna keep testing me?” he does it again. you shake your head quickly.

“i won’t i want to be a good for you, i want it all inside mem, please.”

he pushes in all the way at once. your head tilts back, the pain and pleasure of him stretching you without giving you a moment to adjust. he grabs your chin.

“look at me. look at how i ruin you.” he tilts your head to look at where you both are combined. the ice and his dick are both inside of you, and you can feel the ice already melting from both your guys’ warmth at the same time. he lets go of your face and straightens.

heeseung begins to fuck you roughly and with a brutual pace you can’t keep up with, the ice and his big dick hitting your cervix with each thrust. you can’t tear your eyes away from his dick going inside and out of you, he lifts his shirt up - his muscles visible - and bites down on the fabric to muffle his moans. you whine, wanting to hear his voice.

your fingers trail down to begin to circle your clit, his hips snap rough. making a loud moan come out from you. he stops trying to muffle himself, “fuck yeah baby, show me how you please yourself while you take me. you look so pretty like this y/n.”

he leans down to kiss you, still thrusting. it’s too much for you, you can’t even say anything because he’s not letting up. you squirm and tighten around him, making him moan.

you reach up and grab a fistful of his hair, pulling harshly. he hisses, and thrusts even harder in retaliation. your fingers speed up on your clit, and without warning you squirt all over him - and his sheets - he pulls out quickly.

he smirks. the same cocky smirk he would always have that would annoy you to hell. “look at the mess you made, darling. feel good?”

“mhm..” you respond quietly.

he scoots in close, all the way until his dick is at your face.

“open wide..” he commands.

this time, you obey. he strokes a few times, and then shoves his dick back into your warm mouth, his semen spilling into you.

you look up at him.

he looks down at you.

you swallow it, the taste of salty and sweetness going down your throat.

he pulls out gently and leans down to kiss you.

he takes his shirt off - throwing it to the floor - and then picks you up bridal style, “let’s wash up.”

he makes his way into his bathroom and turns on the water quickly. “you gonna wanna eat after? i’ll take care of you.”

you hum. “can i even walk after this?” you giggle.

he laughs. “yeah probably not, i guess take-out it is then.”

he helps you into the shower, both of you just look at each other contently. he presses a kiss to your forehead before reaching for the soap.

next time, you’ll show him. but for now, you let him wash you up.

authors note ₊ thank you sm for reading and taking the time out of your day to give my fic a chance. if you liked this please give me some feedback and support <333

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[velmirenoir]

stomach ache ♡ ࣪sjy

( ^ ˘ ^ )/    ⸝⸝  pairing ₊ fem!reader‎ ♡ idol!bf jake

in which your boyfriend is about to perform on stage in front of thousands, and he's having some anxiety. he asks you to help him release some stress. ‧₊˚

content warning ₊ smut, unprotected sex, risky sex, bulge/size, creampie, slight choking, praise, use of the name mommy, quickie, not proofread

ⓘ wc ₊ 1.4k

| now playing ₊ shameless the weeknd

“fuuuuuuck me.” jake throws his head back anxiously, making you irritated again for the 5th time tonight. “sim jaeyun, i swear if you move again your makeups gonna look a hot mess.. stay still.’’ you scold him, cleaning up the messed up eyeliner gently. “baby i’m fuckin’ shitting rocks here.’’ he mutters, his fingers circling your small wrist like a child wanting comfort from his mother. he looks up at your eyes, pouty. 

“you’ve performed a million times before, what’s different tonight?” you start apply the eyeliner in his waterline, and he tries his best not to blink. “it’s different tonight babe, we’re in australia.. you know this is where i grew up.” jake bites his lip nervously, his large veiny hand squeezing your wrist slightly.

you lean back to admire your work on his pretty face. “it’ll be fine i promise, just calm down and breathe.” you glance over at your now cluttered makeup desk and reach for the setting spray, and spray the mist all over his face, he flinches - but he doesn't say anything yet. he still looks nervous. “my stomach hurts i don’t think i can perform.”

as you were about to say something, jungwon peaks his head through door. “jake, we’re on in 20, come start warming up with us.” just as quick as he arrived - he left. jake gets up quickly, the anxiousness even more apparent in his stiff posture. he leans down to give you a quick peck on the lips before hurrying out the room.

you can’t help but smile - shaking your head. you start to organize the scattered makeup products on the desk and begin to prepare jake’s outfit changes for his show.

a few moments went by, then you felt a large hand snaking up your waist, pulling you against his chest. “jake?” you ask, turning your head slightly to the side to see him pressed behind against you in the mirror.

he doesn’t say anything, just breathes in your shampoo scent. “y/n..” he swallows. “are you okay?” you ask, your voice quiet and low. “y/n please..” he whispers, his head falls on your shoulder, breath tickling your neck.

before you can even ask another question, he presses his rock hard bulge right against you. you blush immediately, feeling the heat rush up your neck and as well down to your stomach. “jake? what're you-” his large veiny hand comes up to wrap gently around your neck, cutting you off.

“can you help me?” he asks softly. “i want you to help me.”

you swallow.

“please mommy? i need you to.” he bites down on your shoulder, making you hiss in pain and pleasure. he walks forward, forcing you to also walk forward. he stops abruptly at the nearby couch in the corner of the dressing room.

“jake...” you whisper. “please, i don’t know how much more i can handle y/n.” he says. you feel your panties start to get wet from how needy he’s acting. “we won’t be able to, we don’t have enough time..” you mutter.

he shakes his head. “mm-mm. i’ll be quick, i still have 11 minutes before i have to go. that’s more than enough time.” with his free hand, he lifts up your skirt and reaches into your panties, his pink knuckles brushing right above your sensitive clit. you follow him, your hand on top of his.

you begin to guide him to where you want it, you take his two fingers and guide him to start circling it, whimpering softly at the sensation. “like this?” he asks, applying more pressure. you nod slowly, breathing heavily. you move his fingers from your clit to inside your vagina.

he adjusts quickly, and presses his long veiny fingers deep inside. he curls up his fingers to find the texture of your g-spot and presses down on it while he fingers you slowly.

“tell me i’m doing good.” jake murmurs lowly, rubbing himself on your ass from behind for friction. “you’re doing so good jakey..” you throw your head back on his shoulder and his hand tightens, applying pressure on your neck, cutting off oxygen slightly.

he takes out his fingers gently from out of you, licking them. he then steps back a little and puts his large hand on the flat of your back, pushing you down gently over the couch, bending you over. “i swear i’ll be good, i’ll be good and quick.” he lifts your skirt over, revealing you bare in black panties.

“you’re so annoying.” you say with mock irritation, he chuckles deeply and then swallows at the sight of you, he presses his bulge right against the damp spot on your panties, both of you letting out a groan.

“i know baby i know.” he mutters, thrusting into you with his clothed hard dick. you squirm, grabbing the couch arm for support.

he pulls his pants and undergarments enough just enough to free himself. jake moves your panties to the side and lines up his thick long cock on your wetness. he rubs his tip against you to lubricate himself before pushing all the way in.

you moan loudly, and his hand immediately flies over to cover your mouth. he bends down - “shh baby, there’s people outside. they’ll hear.” he gives you a little nudge with his hips. “mmmmfff.”

he straightens, and begins to move at a fast pace. his dick hits your cervix with each thrust, his dick so big you feel so full with him inside, your eyes begin to water and roll back. you try to adjust, but he’s just too much. too big.

“just let me do all the work and relax princess.” he thrusts and thrusts again, your loud moans being caught in his large hand. your hands grip the fabric of the couch desperately, finding purchase.

he whimpers at your tightness, the sound making you clench around him more involuntary. he hisses, but that only makes him rougher. the couch moves from the force and pace he’s doing, making a loud noise.

“you feel so .. fuck” - he stutters - “so amazing.” he removes his hand from your mouth and moves his hands to grip your small waist tightly, and you let your moans flow out freely, still keeping the volume somewhat low.

“am i doing good? does it feel good baby?” he thrusts into you hard, hardly giving you a chance to reply. you mutter weakly, ”mmmhmm, so good, just like that puppy.” he throws his head back, losing himself in the sensation of being inside of you.

he's a whimpering mess, his hips slamming into you brutally. “please mommy- please can i-...” he whines, his voice and moans high pitched from how needy he is.

“jake? it's time to go now, we start in 2.” jungwon voice comes through loudly from behind the door. your eyes widen in fear of being caught, and your hand instantly covers your mouth. the doorknob shakes. - jungwon’s trying to come inside.

“you doing alright in there? why's the door locked?” he asks, the doorknob shakes again. jake on the other hand, is so close to cumming and he's not about to stop now. he mutters “i’m - fuck - i’m coming.” literally.

jake's hand reaches over to turn your head to face him. his face has “can i do it inside?” written all over it. your heart is beating so fast, but you nod nonetheless. he thrusts a few more times roughly before spilling in you. he pulls out quickly, the warmness spilling from out of you.

he takes his two fingers and scoops it up before it falls and pushes it back inside of your pussy - you whine. he slides your panties back in place, pulling down your skirt next.

“jake c’mon, we have to go like right now.” jungwon says again, with a more stern tone. jake fumbles with his pants, you help him cover himself hastily. he gives you a pleading look. “i swear i’ll give it to you better later and give you proper care after my show, okay?” you nod, and he quickly kisses you on the lips before making his way to the door.

you sit on the same couch jake just had you bent over on and pretend to look at the invisible wall decor, still a bit hazy from what just happened and aching a bit between your thighs.

jake unlocks and opens the door. “let’s go, i’m warmed up plenty now.” he says, all giddy. the anxiety kicked out of his system like a football. jungwon looks at him curiously, then glances at you inside. you both make eye contact and he shoots you a knowing look.

jungwon shakes his head and begins walking off towards the lift to the stage. “christ.” he chuckles in disbelief. jake follows right behind him.

what the hell have you just gotten yourself into?

authors note ₊ if you made it this far, thank you so much for giving my first ever fic on here a chance! this is my debut post lolol i had to learn all the tumblr mechanics in the same session i wrote this

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