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Heeseung drinking that banana milk or whatever in one go okay at least he's still a freak

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mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmyesplease

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gyuvin unprovoked confessing his undying love for ricky on live was so not expected and at the same time the most gyuvin thing ever

[jongst4r]

don't regret what you do (s. hanbin)

you just love your best friend's tattoos

pairing: bff!hanbin x fem!reader || wc: 1.9k || cw: smut! mentions of alcohol, both are tipsy (not drunk, everything is consensual), they flirt so much, kissing, making out, grinding, fingering, oral (f rec.), clit play, p in v, protected sex, marking, light biting and hair pulling, use of petnames, dirty talk, praise, a tiny bit of teasing, strong language || warnings: +18 content, mdni!!! || a/n: this man’s tattoos are the hottest thing ever

the room is warm. you’re sprawled across hanbin’s couch like you own it, legs thrown over the armrest, head lolling against a cushion that smells exactly like him — clean laundry, faint cedar cologne, and something warmer that’s just his. the peach soju bottle on the coffee table is nearly empty, a thin ring of liquid glowing amber under the lamp. your cheeks are flushed, your limbs loose, everything soft and hazy around the edges.

hanbin’s on the floor, back pressed to the couch, one knee drawn up. he’s in that black tank top that should be illegal in this heat, sleeves cut just enough to show the full spread of ink on his arms. the overhead light keeps sliding across the lines like it’s showing off for you. you’ve seen those tattoos a thousand times — traced them with lazy fingers during movie nights, fallen asleep with your cheek against the sun-star-moon on his collarbone — but tonight the alcohol has stripped away every polite pretense. you can’t stop staring.

“you’re doing it again,” he says, not even looking up from his phone.

“doing what?”

“staring at my arms like you want to sink your teeth in.”

you snort, nudge his shoulder with your bare foot. “maybe i do.”

he finally tips his head back, upside-down smile lazy and dangerous. “you’re so fucking obvious when you’re tipsy.”

“shut up.” you flick his forehead. “i’m appreciating art.”

he laughs low, sets his phone aside, and turns to face you properly. the movement makes the tank ride up, just enough to flash the sharp v of his hipbone disappearing into low-slung shorts. you swallow. hard.

“which one is your favorite tonight?” he asks, voice dipped in honey and teasing. he flexes his right arm slow, deliberate, letting the thin script curl around the muscle. 'don’t regret what you do'. the ink looks alive when he moves.

you push yourself up on your elbows, knees knocking together. “that one,” you say, pointing. “always that one.”

“yeah?” he lifts the arm higher, turns it so the light licks every letter. “tell me why.”

“because it’s hot,” you say, too honest, the soju burning away your filter. “and because it’s you. you really don’t regret anything. not even the stupid shit. not even—” you wave a hand between you, “this, probably.”

his eyes go half-lidded. something shifts in the air, heavy and electric.

“and the other one?” his voice is quieter now. "do you like it?"

your gaze drifts to the delicate line of sun, star, moon just under his collarbone. you’ve kissed that spot before. once. more than a year ago. cheap vodka. a dare you both pretended was funny afterward. you remember the way he’d gone perfectly still, breath caught, like the world had narrowed to your mouth on his skin.

“yeah, that one’s pretty,” you whisper. “makes me think of you when i can’t sleep. like you’re all three at once. bright and far and quiet.”

the teasing melts off his face. he looks at you like you just handed him something fragile and priceless.

“come here,” he says.

you slide off the couch without hesitation, knees hitting the carpet between his. you’re close enough now to taste the peach on his breath, to see the faint sheen of sweat at his temple. your hands find his shoulders like they’ve always belonged there.

“you’re really drunk,” he murmurs, but his thumbs are already slipping under the hem of your shirt, tracing the skin just above your waistband.

“tipsy,” you correct, leaning in until your forehead almost touches his. “big difference.”

“is there?”

you nod. “tipsy means i still know exactly what i want.”

his hands settle fully on your waist now, warm and sure. “and what do you want, baby?”

you don’t answer with words. you close the last inch and press your lips to the sun on his collarbone — soft, then open-mouthed when he exhales like you punched him. you drag your mouth to the star, then the moon, tasting salt and summer and him. his grip tightens, fingers digging in like he’s scared you’ll vanish.

“fuck,” he breathes. “you’re gonna kill me.”

you smile against his skin, teeth grazing the curve where neck meets shoulder. “good.”

that’s all it takes.

he surges up, hands sliding to your thighs to yank you into his lap. you go willingly, knees bracketing his hips, and the second you settle you both groan — he’s hard, thick against you, only two thin layers of cotton between you. you roll your hips once, slow, just to hear him curse.

“you’ve been thinking about this,” he says, voice wrecked. “please, tell me you have.”

“every time you wear one of those stupid tank tops,” you admit, tugging at the hem. “take it off?”

he yanks it over his head in one motion and then he’s bare-chested and the tattoos are right there. you can’t help it — you lean down and lick a long stripe up his bicep, right over the words you love. the muscle jumps under your tongue.

he shudders hard. “you don't know what you're doing to me.”

“don’t regret what you do,” you whisper against the ink, then bite down gently.

that breaks him completely.

he flips you so fast the room spins — your back hits the couch cushions, cushions that still smell like him, and then he’s on you, mouth crashing into yours. it’s not soft. it’s years of "almosts" and "maybes" and what if poured into teeth and tongue and desperate hands. you arch up, nails raking down his back, and he growls into your mouth.

“bedroom,” he mutters, but neither of you move. too far. instead he shoves your shirt up, mouth closing over your breast through the thin lace of your bra. you whine, high and needy, fingers twisting in his hair.

“hanbin—”

“i know, baby,” he says, voice shredded. “fuck, i know.”

clothes come off in frantic pieces — your shirt caught on your elbow, his shorts kicked somewhere towards the kitchen, your panties snagging on his wrist when he tugs too hard. you end up naked beneath him, legs spread wide, and he just stops. looks. eyes black.

“you’re so fucking pretty,” he says, like it hurts. then he drops between your thighs without another word.

his mouth is hot, wet, perfect. he licks into you like he’s starving, tongue curling just right, two fingers sliding in alongside and crooking immediately. you cry out, hips bucking, but he pins you down with one hand splayed over your stomach.

“stay still, baby,” he murmurs against your clit, and the vibration makes you sob.

you come the first time embarrassingly fast, thighs clamped around his head, his name cracked in half in your throat. he doesn’t stop — keeps licking softly through it until you’re twitching and begging. only then does he crawl back up, kissing you slow and filthy so you taste yourself on his tongue.

“condom,” you manage, reaching blindly toward the coffee table.

he laughs, breathless, nearly knocks over the wine bottle fumbling for his wallet. you watch him roll it on with shaking hands, and the sight of him — head tipped back, throat working, cock flushed and heavy — makes you throb all over again.

“look at you,” you whisper.

he glances down, smirks crooked. “like what you see?”

“shut up and fuck me.”

and that's what he does.

he pushes in slow, eyes locked on yours, watching every inch disappear. you’re tight, wet, still trembling from your orgasm, and he groans like it hurts. when he bottoms out you both stay still for a second, foreheads pressed together, breathing the same air.

“move, please, binnie,” you beg, legs wrapping around his waist.

he moves.

hard. deep. the couch creaks beneath you, springs protesting. his hand braces beside your head so he can watch your face fall apart. you reach up, trembling fingers tracing the bicep tattoo again.

“say it,” he pants.

“don’t regret—” your voice cracks as he hits that spot inside you, “what you do—”

he snarls and fucks you harder, like the words are gasoline. the angle’s perfect, every thrust dragging over your g-spot until your eyes roll back. you come again clenching around him, sobbing his name into his shoulder, nails leaving half-moon marks on his back.

he follows seconds later, hips stuttering, burying himself deep and spilling with your name on his tongue. you feel him pulse inside you, moaning your name.

after, you stay tangled, sweaty and sticky and perfect. he’s half-hard still, and neither of you move to separate. his face is pressed into your neck, lips brushing your skin.

“so,” he says eventually, hoarse, “still just tipsy?”

you laugh, shaky and wrecked, and bite the moon on his collarbone just because you can.

“shut up, hanbin.”

he hums, content, and rolls his hips lazily. the drag makes you both gasp.

“round two in my bed?” he asks against your skin. “bigger surface area. more room to make you scream.”

you clench around him involuntarily and he groans.

“yes,” you breathe. “god, yes.”

he pulls out slow, ties off the condom, and then scoops you up like you weigh nothing. your legs wrap around his waist automatically, arms around his neck. he carries you down the hallway, mouth on yours the whole way, bumping into walls because neither of you can stop kissing.

his bedroom is darker, just the city glow through half-open blinds striping the bed in silver. he drops you onto the sheets and follows immediately, crawling over you like he’s afraid you’ll disappear.

this time is slower.

he kisses every inch of you — collarbone, breasts, the soft skin under them, down your stomach, the crease where thigh meets hip. he spends forever between your legs again, licking you open until you’re writhing and begging, until you come on his tongue a third time with his fingers buried inside you and his name a prayer.

when he finally slides back in — after putting another condom this time — he groans like he’s coming home.

“fuck, you feel even better in this angle,” he whispers, hips rolling slow and deep. “i’m never letting you leave this bed.”

you laugh breathlessly, arching up to meet him. “we’ll die of dehydration.”

“worth it.”

he fucks you like that for what feels like hours — slow, then fast, then slow again, drawing it out until you’re both trembling. you lose track of how many times you come. at some point he flips you over, pulls your hips up, and takes you from behind, one hand fisted in your hair, the other rubbing tight circles on your clit until you’re screaming into the pillow.

when he finally comes again, it’s with his chest pressed to your back, your name muffled against your shoulder, arms wrapped around you so tight you can barely breathe.

you collapse together, his weight a perfect blanket. he doesn’t pull out. just stays inside you, softening slowly, lips brushing lazy kisses over every tattoo you praised earlier.

“still no regrets?” you mumble into the pillow, voice shot.

he laughs, low and wrecked, and bites the shell of your ear.

“never,” he says. “told you the ink doesn’t lie.”

outside, the summer night keeps humming, warm and sticky and endless. inside, you fall asleep tangled with him, hearts racing in tandem, skin marked by his mouth and his hands and the quiet promise that tomorrow you’ll do it all again.

you don’t regret a thing.

© jongst4r, 2026

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[zcrose]

Thinking about how Hanbin can be a bit overprotective sometimes...

You're out with friends and he tells you to call when you want to be picked up, but you don't want to bother him so late so you text him that you're going to take the bus. He calls like 0.2 seconds after the text is delivered and asks if you're okay and that he will get you. If you try to sell the bus idea again he's so stern it's almost scary: I. Will. Get. You. Absolutely no room for debate.

He picks you up and greets you with a soft peck on the cheek and always makes sure to ask if any of your friends needs a lift. When you get in the car he hands you a water bottle without even asking if you're thirsty. Just a soft "drink up" while he starts the car. He's calm but focused while driving and you feel yourself looking his way a little more intense than usual. He just looks so sexy, one hand on the steering wheel. And he's so aware of you, always. Puts on hand over yours and gently caresses it for the rest of the drive.

Hanbin always insists on opening every single door for you and leading you everywhere with a hand on the small of your back. It sometimes bothers you, but not tonight. You're a bit tired from your night out, and his hand feels warm, safe, and a bit exciting. He smells nice too.

When you get inside, he spins you around and meets your lips in a soft kiss. Your slightly unsatisfied whimper makes him smile to himself when he pulls away from you. "Did you want something? You have to tell me baby." You just tug at his shirt for him to get closer, you feel tired but so so needy for him. "Tell me what to do," you whisper, wanting him to guide you, take control. He kisses you again, gives you what you want for approximately 30 seconds before pulling away again, whispering in your ear: "Go remove your makeup and get changed." You start complaining cause no, that's not what you meant! "You told me to tell you what to do," Hanbin answers with a smirk.

The thing is however, that no matter how much he likes being in charge, the thing he likes even more is pleasing you. So when you've gotten ready for bed and told him around 20 times that you're not tired, he will do literally anything to satisfy you...

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Mmmmm just thinking about hanbin...something about how caring he is is so extremely sexy iiiihhhhhhhh

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yeah ok top 5 idk about that but the song slaps

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I'm on my shy Gyuvin agenda again uuuggghhh he doesn't know how to express himself!! Like he's so shy and blushy, even if you manage to get him on the couch and he seems fine for a while, hands on your hips and lips connected to yours, as soon as your mouths part and you try to look at him he'll hide his face!! Turning tomato red! Like sir you were making out with me two seconds ago???? And if you tell him exactly that, he's so embarrassed, punching your arm and mumbling excuses... It's a struggle cause you're literally so horny for him but you're worried that he doesn't want it as much as you do. Which of course isn't the case omg that man is feral for you he's just shy!!!

And I know Gyuv doesn't drink but this is for art so let's just pretend that you're somewhere together and since he has no alcohol tolerance he gets a lil tipsy... So when you get back to your apartment where the both of you are staying for the night he sits down and just stares at you. And listen, he often does but he never lets you catch him doing it cause he hates eye contact, but now he just continues to stare even when you look back at him. And now it's your turn to feel a little shy... But you muster up the courage and ask him what he's looking at, to which he answers by gripping your waist and pulls you down next to him. "I think I'm a bit drunk" Think????? You giggle at that but he just looks at you and plays with the rings on your fingers. You lean in to kiss him and his hands start to roam your body and when you have to break the kiss cause breathing is quite important actually he doesn't shy away but instead almost whimpers at the lack of contact, "You're so hot, I -shit, I really need you I think".

Asdgfggdhjbvghjdsv okay

[zcrose]

Gyuuuuuvin gyuvin gyuviiiiin uuuuuhhhh gyuvingyuvingyuvin!!!!!!

[noirellee]

ㅤ𝐇𝐈𝐆𝐇 𝐒𝐂𝐎𝐑𝐄 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐓 ㅤㅤㅤㅤ 𝖲𝗂𝗆 𝖩𝖺𝗄𝖾

蒙 ;ㅤ𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗈𝗇𝗅𝗒 𝗌𝖼𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝖺𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝖻𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗄𝗂𝗌𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎

𝖻𝗈𝗒𝖿𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗇𝖽 ! 𝗃𝖺𝗄𝖾 x 𝖿𝖾𝗆𝖺𝗅𝖾 ! reader ｡ 𝟏𝟎𝟏𝟑 ──── ✿ 𝗰𝗮𝘂𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻𝘀 fluff ‎ ‎‎ ❤︎ makeout, tension, straddling, deep kissing ◜ᯅ◝ 𝐀𝐔𝐑𝐀 ✶

it started as a stupid video game on the couch. just you and jake in his dorm room, controllers in hand, trash-talking each other like always while the rest of the guys were out for the night. you were winning for once, laughing every time you managed to knock his character off the map, and jake kept groaning dramatically, calling you a cheater even though you both knew you were just better today. but then one lucky combo from you made him throw his controller to the side with a playful “that’s it, you’re done” and suddenly he was pulling you straight into his lap.

your knees settled on either side of his thighs, the game completely forgotten as his hands found your waist and tugged you closer. “c’mere,” he mumbled against your lips, that familiar mischievous grin flashing for half a second before his mouth was on yours. at first it was soft ,sweet little pecks that tasted like the strawberry candy he’d been eating earlier, but jake has never been good at keeping things innocent when he’s got you this close. the kisses quickly turned deeper, slower, hotter, his head tilting to slot your lips together perfectly while one hand slid up your back to cradle the nape of your neck.

god, he kissed like he had all the time in the world and none at all. his tongue traced your bottom lip before slipping inside, gentle but insistent, tasting every corner of your mouth. you melted into it instantly, fingers threading through his soft hair, tugging just enough to make him hum against you. the room felt smaller, warmer. jake kissed you senseless. deep, languid drags of his tongue that made your head spin, little nips to your lower lip followed by soothing licks, then diving back in like he couldn’t get enough.

you were struggling for breath after a while, chest heaving, but you didn’t dare pull away. not when he was kissing you like this. your lungs were burning but the way his mouth moved against yours, the way his hands gripped your hips to keep you pressed flush against him… you just couldn’t bring yourself to stop him. so you kept going, kissing him back just as eagerly even as black spots started dancing at the edges of your vision.

jake noticed.

he always notices.

he slowed the kiss gradually, finally pulling back just enough for your foreheads to rest together. his lips were swollen and shiny, breath coming out in warm puffs against your mouth as he searched your eyes. “baby…” his voice had dropped lower, that deep, slightly raspy tone he gets when he’s really into it, sending a shiver straight down your spine. “you’re breathing really hard. you okay?”

you nodded quickly, still a little dizzy, not wanting him to think he had to stop or pull away. he studied your face for a second, thumb brushing gently over your cheek.

“hey,” he murmured, that deep voice making everything feel ten times more intense. “you gotta tell me. you gotta communicate, alright? i don’t wanna keep going if you need air.”

your heart did a stupid little flip at how hot that sounded. the way he said it so dominantly yet so softly, eyes locked on yours. you nodded again, biting your swollen lip.

jake gave you the softest smile, but there was still that heated tension humming between you. “use your words, pretty. tell me.”

you swallowed, voice a little shaky but honest. “i’m okay… i just didn’t want you to stop. you were kissing me so good i forgot to breathe.”

his eyes darkened instantly, a low chuckle rumbling in his chest as he leaned in again, brushing his nose against yours. “yeah? then breathe for me now… because i’m nowhere near done with you yet.”

and just like that he was kissing you again, deep, slow, and completely addictive. while you sat on his lap, heart racing and lips tingling, knowing he’d always check on you even when things got this intense.

‎❤︎ bella notes ｡ definitely inspired by that one clip from his recent live.

[nisc0]

BED RECORDS ─ file#1

║A series of short smut one-shots inspired by ENHYPEN's members random clips/pics.

pairing : soft dom!jake x f!reader

genre : smut (mdni), established relationship.

content : fingering, overstimulation, praising.

wc : 0.3k

note : when i saw that clip of Jake saying "we gotta communicate" oh loooord I’m so easy for him, I JUST KNOOOOOW HE TALKS YOU THROUGH IT. I was immediately thinking of making a series of smut inspired by enhypen's random clips that make me ARGHHHH. Enjoy pookies ;) THERE'S MORE TO COME.

Your vision was swimming, a messy blur of tears and sweat. You lay sprawled on the sheets, your body a trembling wreck, completely oversensitive. He was still there, his fingers buried deep inside you, relentless and slow, teasing that spot that had already brought you to the brink three times tonight.

"Don't close your legs," Jake commanded softly, his voice vibrating against your inner thigh. He held your legs open with his shoulders, his dark eyes locked onto your face, searching for every reaction. "Look at me."

You tried to focus, but your mind was shattered. The pleasure was a heavy ache that spiked every time his thumb brushed your clit. "Jake..." you choked out, your voice barely a whisper. "Too much."

"Too much?" He chuckled, a low sound that made your toes curl. His fingers curled slightly inside you, crooking just right to drag a ragged moan from your throat. "You came three times, baby. You can take a little more."

He leaned down, capturing your lips in a kiss that tasted of desperation. When he pulled back, his forehead rested against yours, his breathing heavy. "Does it feel good?" he asked, his thumb stroking your cheek. "Tell me."

You couldn't form words. You just nodded frantically, your head turning into the pillow.

"Yes or no, Y/N," he insisted, his tone shifting from sweet to demanding. He stopped moving his fingers for a second, just holding you open, which was absolute torture. "We need communication here. I need to know what you're feeling."

"Yes," you gasped, your hips bucking up against his hand involuntarily. "It feels...oh god, it feels so good."

"That's my girl," he praised, his thumb pressing hard against your sensitive bundle of nerves. "But you look like you're about to pass out. Are you okay?"

"I'm...I don't know," you cried out as he started a rhythm again, fast and shallow. "I can't...I'm so full."

"You're so fucking tight around me," he groaned. "Look at how you're clenching. You love it, don't you?"

"I do," you whimpered, your back arching off the bed. "I can't stop."

"Then don't," he commanded, kissing your neck, his teeth grazing the skin. "Just let it happen. Let me take care of you. We can do this all night if you want. Just tell me you're okay, baby."

And you obviously kept going all night.

[zcrose]

Hiii fyi for now at least I won't separate the zb1 members into different groups in my masterlist and will still be writing for everyone except yujin and gunwook (babies) :))))

[zcrose]

And uuuggghh speaking of this I obv won't move heeseung from my enha list you know enhy-penis and all that

[zcrose]

Hiii fyi for now at least I won't separate the zb1 members into different groups in my masterlist and will still be writing for everyone except yujin and gunwook (babies) :))))

[zcrose]

Feel free to use this image for literally any critique towards Hybe's management but I made it for Enhypen and the current situation regarding Heeseung's departure. It's honestly so disgusting how kpop companies treat their artists like nothing but objects. It's absurd to claim that you care or believe in music when everything you do is centered about money and making fans spend as much as possible. Rewarding stalker behaviour and making your artists suffer just to earn more. I'm so tired of this.

[zcrose]

ugh okay so wtf hybe??

[wonjns]

package — k.jw

⌗ pairing. . . kim jiwoong x male reader

⌗ genre. . . smut, pwp

⌗ summary. . . jiwoong was used to having the biggest 'package' between the two of you, so what does he do when he feels just a little threatened by his newest discovery about you?

⌗ includes. . . bigdick!jiwoong, bttm!reader, lotsss of cock talk, nipple play, oral (both rec.), overstimulation, like one viagra joke, jiwoong likes to tease, unprotected sex (be safe!!)

⌗ wc. 2.7k

°A/N. . . requested by anon 🍄✓ // WOWW ok so this is kinda filthy but when i got this request i did giggle, and i knew i had to do it bc something about this prompt was just sooo jiwoong, i hope you guys enjoy!! more to come!!

"when did your dick get so big?" your boyfriend asks, causing you to freeze in place.

jiwoong loved a lot of things about you, and you him – the two of you had been together since you became high school sweethearts, so there was lots for you to be fond of.

other than that ridiculously handsome face of his and those thick thighs, he had a big heart, a big personality, a big ego...... and so naturally a big dick to match.

he would be lying if he said a big source of his confidence hadn't come from that very fact, especially since he was so generously endowed in comparison to you. jiwoong definitely did wear the pants in your relationship, so it only made sense that he was the one packing the most beneath them. yet honestly, with how skilled he was at using it to pleasure the both of you, you weren't ever one to complain.

jiwoong was no amateur in making you completely and utterly desperate for him. he filled you up so well and could reach places inside of you that you didn't even know were possible, so even if it did make him unbearably cocky at times, you had to admit he was talented. whether it was reducing you to a mess, begging to suck him off after a long day of staring at the fat bulge in his jeans, or turning you delirious with want by sending you recordings of him stroking himself in the mirror, cock out and lazy grin on display.

your skin would turn warm just thinking about the countless videos in your texts that you'd shamelessly kept for the endless days you were caught up at work. videos of a shirtless jiwoong's large hands stroking up and down his even bigger size, purposefully showing off by throwing his head back while his deep moans spilled through your phone speakers. it didn't help that he would speak pure filth, his swears followed by "wish you were here baby" and "can't wait to feel your lips on my fat cock", which would have you dizzy before you knew it. his smirk was ever so present, the corners sharp and teasing as if he knew how the slight alone would drive you crazy.

you were embarrassed by how strong of an effect he had on you when he wasn't even around, but it never stopped you from finding your way into a bathroom stall, uniform slacks pooled around your ankles as you jerked yourself off and came at the same time jiwoong did on tape.

to this day you watch him in awe, both on video and in person, still not quite used to how much of a third leg jiwoong really had on him.

it wasn't like your own dick was small, per say, or at least that's what you told yourself for the sake of your pride. either way, you were definitely no match for jiwoong, who would intentionally tease you by grinding his naked length against your own in a smug manner, just to humiliate you a tad before finally fucking you in all the ways you wanted.

however, as you've continued to get older you've naturally grown into your own body, but the size of your private parts wasn't something you cared to take particular notice of.

well, until present day when you come out of the shower to grab a pair of underwear from your dresser.

jiwoong was splayed out on your bed, boredly scrolling through his phone until he took notice of you and asked the mind-bogglingly blunt question.

"uhm– excuse me?" you stuttered in response, not even sure if you heard him right.

"i said," jiwoong sat up, tossing his phone aside. "when did your dick get so big? c'mere."

you were stunned.

you hadn't noticed the way his eyebrow shot up when you walked in, towel loose around your neck leaving the rest of your body exposed to him. but now all of your senses were locked on jiwoong staring, and not at your face.

his beautiful dark eyes were zeroed in on your nether regions while he beckoned you closer with that look in his gaze, the aroused and contemplative one you knew to well.

you shyly stepped closer to your bed where your hunk was waiting oh so patiently, squirming under his suddenly intense gaze. it was when you finally got within reach that he looked up at you, the eye contact making your breath hitch.

"my baby's not so much of a baby anymore, is he?" jiwoong chuckled, easing the tension as he brought his hands up to settle on your waist.

"i dont know what you're talking about, woong." you return a laugh timidly, trying to shake off the nervousness you feel still settled on your neck.

jiwoong wordlessly leans closer, placing gentle kisses on your stomach. you sigh dreamily, addicting to the feeling of his plump lips trailing down below your belly button. a hand curls into his hair as he settles just before your cock, once again staring and catching his bottom lip between his teeth. he sends you another mischevious smirk before bringing one of his hands down to fondle your balls, thumb lightly grazing the underside of your shaft.

"woongie," you gasped, already feeling hot blush spread across your cheeks.

you couldn't understand why he was so fixated on your size, but you supposed with how much you spend worshipping him it just went unnoticed to the both of you that you really have grown some inches over the years.

you felt yourself already growing harder the more he brazenly plays with you, the gentle tingling of arousal building in your abdomen offering you some courage too as you tugged at his hair, craning his head back to look at you.

"like what you're seeing, ji?" you ask, a smile creeping onto your features.

jiwoong smirked before leaning down to lick a flat strip up the entirety of your cock, a laugh rumbling in his chest when he feels your legs immediately tremble at the action.

"i'm just impressed is all, you taking some pills to get like me? wanna start topping all of the sudden?"

you playfully pushed at his shoulders at his snarky remark, but blatantly moan aloud when he places more wet kisses directly to your cock.

"i could never be as big as you, baby." you bite your lip, instinctively grinding your core further into his face, craving some friction. "besides, shouldn't i be a little offended you're just now noticing?"

jiwoong pulls you into his lap, naked thighs straddling his clothed ones. he yanks at your towel and throws it off somewhere in the same direction he discarded his phone.

"my apologies, my muse. let me take this time to do some in depth research."

before you could even laugh at the playful tone of his voice his lips are latched on to yours, kissing you so greedily that the sarcastic response you had in mind was being sucked out your lungs. you gripped on to his shoulders tighter, legs wrapping snuggly around his waist as you kissed back fiercely. damn this man and the effect he had on you.

jiwoong's tongue slipped into your mouth and moaned at the sensation, causing your needy hands to bunch up his tank top before slipping back into his hair. you roll your kiss-littered crotch into his, and in the blink of an eye he flips you both, laying you flat on your back against the sheets.

he once again stars the descent of his sinful lips against your supple skin, finding himself addicting to the clean scent the shower left on you. jiwoong took a moment to nip at your chest, using his teeth and fingers to tweak at both nipples, knowing how much it gets you going.

your back arches into his ministrations, desperate for-

"more," you cry out, pulling at his thin tank top. the warmth of his hands and mouth makes you crave all of him.

jiwoong doesn't waste any time in leaning up, peeling his shirt off before going back down on you, immediately reaching under to squeeze your ass into his palms. he trails kisses all along your naked thighs, working his way around where you need him most until even he can't take it anymore.

when jiwoong finally sucks your cock into his mouth you groan in unison – yours into the open air and his vibrating through your body.

there aren't any words you can manage other than nonsensical rambles about how good his mouth feels wrapped around you, taking his time to lave his tongue all around your length. research ended up being the perfect word to use, as it felt like he was genuinely studying you. he was mapping your size with the surface of his tongue, feeling it all within the space of his mouth and how it felt against his cheeks when he hollowed them.

your thighs returned to their uncontrolled trembling while he massaged them, sucking and sucking as if he didn't even need to breathe. you couldn't believe the sight before you, his sharp jaw flexing as you felt tingles of pleasure all over your body.

you knew how much he absolutely loved receiving head, putting you on your knees any time he got the chance. you loved it too, obsessed with the weight of his cock on your tongue and the sensation of him coming down your throat, always smooth and sweet. but now it was you who was squirming, feeling your climax racing towards you.

"b-baby– jiwoong, i'm gonna cum." you moan, head lulling back onto the sheets.

jiwoong released your clock with a loud, wet pop before smirking up on you, kissing right below your navel once more.

"oh i know, prince. i want you to make a mess everywhere."

and right back at it he was, lapping all the way from your ass to your cock, taking it into his mouth in one go like it was his favorite candy. it only took him a couple more languid bobs of his dead and reaching up to pinch your nipples before you were releasing all into his mouth.

he intentionally let some leak onto your soft skin before swallowing, slowly licking the rest of your mess up while holding eye contact with you.

your own eyes, however, quickly rolled into the back of your head when jiwoong eased two of his fingers into your ass, his mouth returning to your softening cock.

"jiwoong," you called over and over, pushing weakly at his shoulders from the overstimulation.

your cries fell on deaf ears, jiwoong repeating all of his techniques on you while his middle and forefinger rocked in and out of your ass. your walls squeezed around his digits desperately, dick already hardening in his mouth again.

your boyfriend showed you mercy for just a second, releasing your length to lewdly lap his tongue at your hole wrapped around his fingers before speaking again.

"damn, baby, you're taking this like a champ. if you wanted me to worship you for a change you could've just said that."

his words made your head spin, unable to even respond outside of wanton moans. he took that as a good sign, as always, and returned to sucking the soul of you.

you came even faster this time, to jiwoong's amazement. this time he took it all in stride and swallowed everything in one go. it felt overwhelming, but it was a pleasure that you feeling in the clouds.

it was still so difficult to contemplate just how nasty jiwoong really was when he was horny. but there was no time to think about it, because right when you thought he would finally ease up on you, you were being flipped over to your stomach and bottom risen in the air.

you were just about to whine out about how you don't think you could take anymore, but just one glimpse back at jiwoong dropping his shorts and boxers had your jaw dropping. he was fully erect, dick standing tall and rearing to go, it would be such a shame not to take what he had ready for you.

jiwoong could read all of your thoughts through your eyes and chuckled again, the cruel sound ringing in your ears.

"holding up alright, y/n? can my big boy take one more for me?"

he knew there was no way in hell you were gonna say no now, not after flaunting his monster of a cock at you, stroking it just as lazily as he did in his mid-work day videos.

"yes, woongie, please. please give it to me." you whine, dropping your head.

you were soaked and spent everywhere, and yet jiwoong, being the caring gentleman that he was, grabbed your cheeks firmly before using that sinful tongue on your ass to make sure you were still wet enough for easy access.

he finished with a strong slap to your left cheek, making you squeeze the sheets beside your head. he then slipped into you, moaning all the way through while his fat dick worked you open.

tears brimmed at your eyelids as he thrusted into you with perfect pace, eventually dripping onto the sheets from the stretch. you still weren't used to his size, even after all this time. you were thankful, though, unable to imagine anyone else that could make you see stars like this.

"i love you, y/n." he blurted out of no where, just like he always did when he was flooded by the beautiful view of you weak and submissive to him.

"i love you too, so, so much." you whined to your boyfriend.

you just knew jiwoong looked heavenly in that moment, sweat glistening that gorgeous skin of his and dampening his tussled hair along his forehead. of course, as in sync as the two of you have been for years, he pulls out of you and flips you back over to face him - him wanting just as badly to see your tear stained face.

jiwoong hoisted your hips up, biceps bulging deliciously while he gripped the back of your thighs, using the angle to plunge back into you. he continued his pace with ease, head lulling back at your tight ass squeezing his cock. he looked even more beautiful than you imagined, thick neck bobbing as he swallowed behind loud moans of your name.

"'m bout to give it to you, prince." jiwoong mumbled, the grinding of his hips becoming sloppy.

he was in so deep, hitting your glory spot that had fireworks going off behind your eyes. you were doing your best despite your weakened muscles to match his pace, rolling back up into him. jiwoong reached forwards, making you shudder with one final thrust, he stilled his hips and came so much inside of you that you could feel your stomach bloating. drool slipped from the sides of your mouth as you saw white, whatever was left of your own liquids shooting up onto your stomach.

the sound of buzzing in your ears didn't settle for a couple minutes - you're not sure if you passed out or not. all you know for sure is the gentle hands cleaning you up with a warm towel was making you hum in satisfaction.

when you managed to open your eyes, the sight of jiwoong looking down at you with nothing but hearts in his eyes made your heart skip a beat. he caressed your cheek lovingly before teasingly pinching ur nose and cuddling into you from behind, wrapping his arms around you.

"you did so good, baby. that was incredible." he rasped out, sounding out of breath himself.

"i should be saying that to you," you respond, cradling his hands under your chin, thumb stroking his knuckles. "you can be an ass sometimes but you're the best i've ever had."

"i'm kind of the only you've ever had."

"same difference." you quip back, relishing in the feeling of him nuzzling into your neck.

"well if that little cock of yours keeps growing, maybe you can see what fucking the lights out of me is like."

what a way with words he has.

still, you giggle into your pillow, wandering what exactly that would entail as you drift off to sleep.

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