chi-hoon

[chi-hoon]

WHO'S IN-CHARGE?

PAIRING : sub!sunghoon x afab!reader

GENRE : smut, handjob, unprotected sex (don't be silly, wrap your willy), spanking, ceo!sunghoon, a mixture of bratty and soft sunghoon, tiniest bit of fluff, brief mention of jake, sunghoon being punished.

WC : 2.6k words

SYNOPSIS : mr. park had always made you work hard, it was about time you'd snap and give him a well-deserved punishment.

WARNING : 18+ contact, minors do not fucking interact.

A/N : hihi, pretty humans <3 i'm back with another fic requested by @yunskies my beloved :3 and anonnie, it's very rushed yet again cause of my exams but i hope y'all like it! all likes, comments, shares and reblogs are highly appreciated, please let me know if you like/enojoy my works, it motivates me a lot! iloveyou all and i hope you guys enjoy it :D

the sound of your heels tapping on the marble floor resonated the office, your sigh even louder than that. being called ahead of time in the morning for the sole reason that your boss is an early bird didn't sit well with you. with coffee in one hand and your bag containing folders full of papers in the other, you walked all the way to the small desk counter you had in front of ceo's office, you being the secretary of the same.

the office was empty as always, your time of reporting being one hour earlier than the rest of the employees. you sighed yet again, fixing your ponytail to make sure that not a strand of your hair was out of place.

mr. park sunghoon, your boss, is greatly known for his work—the way he works. his criteria are simple, he starts working early in the morning, skips days and asks you to schedule most of his meetings on thursdays and fridays, wanting the rest of the week to himself.

another thing you did not appreciate was the amount of workload given to you. his past secretaries had given up in a span of three months, four months being the maximum time one had devoted to him before giving up.

then came you, tolerating his demands for almost six months now, earning enough respect from the rest of the employees for sticking up this long but they didn't know that your patience had been running thin lately and you were sure to snap anytime soon.

to top it all, he always got your name wrong—a new name each time which you had to overlook because mr. park didn't like to be corrected, always thought highly of himself—which was acceptable considering his exceptionally amazing work despite having a weird style to do so.

speak of the devil, he walked towards his office and you still weren't settled in your workplace. you could smell a remark coming at you already. “why aren't you working already?” he spoke just as you bowed down saying good morning to him.

he looked fresh, not an ounce of distress on his face as if work stress didn't exist for him. his tone was authoritative which made others swoon enough to respectfully want to be railed by him. but in this case, you had a pretty fake smile plastered on your face as you apologized for being a minute late and he simply scoffed, his tongue poking inside of his cheek.

“this is the third time you've come late in six months,” he pointed out as if you had committed a crime and keeping your tight-lipped smile was getting harder by second.

he didn't bother waiting a second more for your reply, “get me my coffee in five minutes.” he ordered and entered his office just in time as your face morphed into a scowl, which he luckily missed seeing.

making your way towards the pantry cum cafe room, you put his coffee in the mug while also taking a few cookies alongside—just how he preferred it to be. you knocked on his office door twice, hearing a faint ‘come in’ before entering and placing the tray on his big desk.

he didn't bother uttering a small ‘thank you’, proceeding to take a sip of his drink already as you turned to leave but were put to a stop.

“the coffee is cold already, get me a new one.” his sour voice reached your ears as you turned back to look at him finally staring at you.

if you didn't know better, you'd think that he was smirking at you, the corner of his mouth twitched seeing your blank expression.

“and take these files along, get them signed from all heads of departments within three hours,” he ordered nonchalantly, his slender finger pointing at the stack of files kept on the sofa table.

‘deep breaths’ you reminded yourself, he seemed extra pushy with you today, as if he wanted to test your limits. he bit his lips, clearly amused with the frown on your face.

“yes, sir.” you seethed out, grabbing the files and walking out without second thoughts, not letting him give you any more orders.

another sigh left your mouth as you called the nearest coffee shop to get a new coffee for him, specifically adding this instruction—please make sure the coffee stays hot.

your phone pinged, reminding you of the meeting this very evening, you standing up to inform mr. park of the same but were stopped with the office phone ringing. “come in.” he said and slammed the phone without any decency. you took a deep breath before going to meet the devil again.

“sir, you have a meeting with sim agency at five in the evening,” you informed before he could say anything and he bit his lip, taking off his glasses.

“cancel it, i don't feel like working today.” he smirked again at your pointed eyebrow.

“excuse me?”

“you heard me, miss lee.”

“i'm not miss lee, that was your old assistant.” you scoffed, not able to maintain your polite facade.

he stood up, coming close to you with his hands in his pocket, his face victorious.

“i don't care,” he started, “cancel my meetings and get me my coffee.” it's very obvious how he wants a reaction out of you and you're going to give him exactly that.

your heels click as you turn and walk away, practically disrespecting him and he couldn't stand that. his strong hands wrapped around your wrist, pulling you back and that's when you decided that you'd had enough.

you pulled on his collar, pushing him back so he was against the wall, eyes widened as he didn't expect such a comeback from your side.

“this is exactly why no one wants to work with you, sir.” you gave him a tight-lipped smile, observing his face.

he was quiet, staring at you with his mouth agape which he closed to gulp down his excitement? fear? he wasn't sure either. the proximity and the way you looked fearless sent a shiver down his spine. the tip of his ears reddened as you spoke up again.

“no orders for me now, sir?” and suddenly ‘sir’ seemed the most degrading word he'd ever known, not to mention how it successfully helped the growing tent in his pants.

that's when you looked down to realise why his breathing got deeper, why his eyes couldn't leave yours and why he was holding your skirt like a kid who wanted his favourite candy. mr. park had a boner. your boss had been turned on just by a few snarky remarks and collar grabbing—you found it the most interesting thing in this world.

“done being a brat now?” you arched your brow again and this time, he replied stuttering.

“i—i'm not a brat!” he tried to maintain his composure, having never been talked down like this before.

“is that so?” you smirked, tracing his jawline which tensed him further yet he didn't hold you back from doing so, his body slightly leaning towards you now as if trying to scream how it wanted more of your touch.

“hmm!” he hummed a yes.

he whimpered a little as your fingers wrapped around his neck, “guess what, mr. park?” you bit your lips at his hardened cock which looked painful inside his pants, “you are a brat,” your fingers teased his boner by touching it gently, “and brats deserve punishments.”

you didn't hold back and palmed his cock as he squirmed around, no trace of his bossy behaviour left and all you could see was a desperate boy who needed you to fuck him.

“p—please,” he gasped.

“don't you deserve to be punished, hoon?” being talked down to never felt that good to him before, his cock twitched which amused you further.

he didn't care anymore, he nodded fervently in hopes to get more action from your side, anything and everything.

“who's in charge here?” you asked.

“y—you are!”

you simply grab his collar and pull him to his table, making him sit on it as you situated yourself in between his legs, still palming him.

“now, hoonie. would you like to be spanked or to be denied orgasm?” oh, you were having so much fun. his eyes were teary as it is and you could see him contemplate his choices as he voiced it out with a moan.

“spanking,” his voice was shy but he did trust you enough to show you this side of him, not fully sure if it was just because he was needy or that he actually seemed to like you.

even though you were angry and in the mood for punishment, his cute—squeaky voice made you smile just a bit at how adorable he was being.

this wasn't the mr. park you were used to seeing, he was a shithead while the sunghoon in front of you was nothing but a needy baby.

his cheeks were tapped twice for him to look your way, you unbuckled his belt as you held firm eye contact with him, he gulped down again when you unbuttoned his pants, pulling them down along with his boxers as you did.

“someone's excited.” you pointed out as his dick sprang up to his lower abdomen, leaking with precum. you loved how the roles had switched.

“touch me please,” he whimpered and you cooed at his pleas, asking him to follow you and bend over your lap on the couch which he did without complaints.

his cock was pressed against your thighs as you caressed his soft, milky skin of his ass, wanting them to covered with the prettiest shade of red.

“now, be a good boy and count for me, yeah?”

the sound of your slap echoed the room even before he could nod, his back arching with pleasure as he stifled his moan, “o—one!” he said.

“good boy.” you kneaded his ass before going for the second one.

“oh f—fuck, two!” he moaned. and just like that, he didn't stop until you were at the eighth one.

his enthusiasm made you soft, he didn't stop once while counting, being the obedient boy you wanted him to be.

“i'm about to cum!” he softly cried out, cheeks flushed with embarrassment.

“aw, you liked it that much? come on, beg for it.” you stroked his cock, switching positions to make him lie down on the couch with you on top of him.

“please please let me cum, i'll be a good boy and do everything you want, pretty please—aah.” there you granted him permission, his cum spilling on your hand as you helped him chase his high, his cock growing softer with the sound of his breathing filling the room.

“good boy.” you whispered and he blushed.

“no one's ever done that to me before,” he softly accepted, “all the people i've had sex with simply expected me to dom.” his pout was adorable.

you pulled him closer by his collar again, slowly unbuttoning his white shirt. “i'll grant you a wish since you've been such a good boy and took your punishment well.” you said, throwing his shirt somewhere in the corner of his office.

“fuck me please!” he said without second thoughts and you freely laughed at his puppy-like expression.

you could see his beauty now that he was fully naked under you, he tugged at the hem of your skirt, wanting you to be naked with him.

“undress me, pretty boy.” and he sits up with a whine, knowing well you've grown a particular liking to tease him.

and he did, his hands were focused and he sucked in a breath as soon as he saw your bra, running his tongue to wet his lips.

“can i kiss you?” he came close, only a breath away as you head the back of his head, pulling him closer so that he was pressed against your upper bare body, only restricted by your bra which he unclasped while kissing you while unconsciously bucking his hips forward.

you pushed him down, getting on top of him, not bothering to remove your skirt. he watched with anticipation as your wet panties pooled down your legs, you stepped out of them to position yourself on sunghoon's cock.

he half sat up as you lowered yourself on his cock, eliciting a moan at the delicious stretch. his moans were a lot prettier, a string of curses along with tons of pleas for you to give him more.

“y/n, fuck!” he groaned as you start to fuck yourself on him.

“so you do know my name.” you pointed out with a smirk, pleased with his reaction and he sucked on your tits to prevent his voice going out, his hands holding your waist to get some kind of balance.

“good boy.” you praised again, peppering small kisses all over his neck.

“tell me who's in-charge, sweetheart?”

“y—y/n, you are!”

his toes curled when you gained momentum and fucked yourself hard on his cock, his eyes closing and opening, confused because he wanted to see you but also felt overwhelmed, still sensitive from his first orgasm.

you were so delighted you broke the ‘tough ceo’ act of his, making him beg for more which he did without even asking. his body so reactive, his head on your chest as he drooled while gasping for breath.

you take a moment to look at him—hair tousled, lips red and swollen from how hard he bit him, tears brimming his eyes and his legs shaking under you, his orgasm was close.

being the good boy he was, he decided to rub your clitoris as best as he could muster to also please you, your fingers tugging on his soft locks while the other hand teased and twisted his hardened nipples.

a moan left your mouth as he hit a particular spot, which successfully had you crying in bliss as sunghoon bucked his hips, his orgasm close.

“fuck, want you to cream my cock please!” he begs when he hears your gasps growing louder by second, the sound of skin slapping being the loudest.

your legs shook as your orgasm covered his cock, the liquid successfully running down his shaft which only heightened his experience. but you didn't stop riding him until he hit his own euphoria.

sunghoon couldn't handle it anymore, he cried out, “y/n—” he started but you didn't let him finish.

“cum in me, baby boy.” you breathed out and he stuttered, forming sentences which seemed incomprehensible.

and suddenly, he was showered with kisses on his face, each mole of his receiving love as he finally looked up, his cock softening inside you.

a tear fell down his eyes which you gladly kissed away and then proceeded to kiss his lips for the first time. it was slow but he hummed softly while holding on to you for his dear life.

“so you won't be a brat next time, mr. park?” you asked, lightening the mood and he laughed with a mischievous glint in his eyes.

a knock interrupted your small conversation as you dressed up alongside, sunghoon was shirtless still when you slightly opened the door to his office.

“hey! we're really sorry your coffee got delayed but it's still warm—” the guy with the name tag of ‘jake’ blabbered before stopping to see a very shirtless guy and your smudged lipstick.

he apologized with comically widened eyes of his and handed you the coffee saying “i'm sorry to interrupt.” before running away, making you both laugh lightly.

he turned to look at you, fully dressed now.

“i don't think i'll stop being a brat, y/n.” he smirked.

PERMANENT TAGLIST : @en-cityzen @sunghoonsworld @softforqiankun @ye0njunzp1xie @eunoia-kth @lix-freckle3 @woniebae @baekhyunstruly @heenotes @sungniverse @heeyunkist @starryjake @wntrsgf @heelariously @liliansun @hoonstrology @abdiitcryy @w3bqrl @9900z @so-jays @cha-raena @faethefairy @seo-thicc-bin @lilacboba @fallinforgyu @irockgyu @jayegalaxy @violevantae @ivyvesisi @sunshine-skz @nicksszzz @candidupped @02jzs @enhydiaries @woniecf @ultenha @kyleeanne @keixeds @j5aker @donghoonie-3 @jkmonica @neocityhoe @zhaixiaowen @seuomo @heecare @hwhjsthetic @shreyerii @jngsngie @jjhmk @jongseongsmirk @iqeot @duolingofanaccount @bunhoons @yunskies @aminatalks

bold ones couldn't be tagged!

PERMANENT TAGLIST OPEN! SEND AN ASK OR DM TO BE ADDED :3

© jaylaxies | tumblr

[chi-hoon]

enhypen porn links

im doing just the hyungline! sorry no sunoo TT

some of these are videos and some are pictures or gifs

heeseung

sub!hee being blindfolded and punished

heeseung as a maid (picture, not vid)

dom!hee fingering you

dom!hee roughly fucking you

you riding dom!hee (imagine him w/ tattoos goddd)

hee fucking you against the door (pic, not vid)

grinding on his bulge while being tied up (picture, not vid)

sunghoon

you edging sub!hoon

sub!hoon thrusting against the covers

sub!hoon thrusting against a pillow (can u tell what kind of hoon content i like LOL)

you bouncing on dom!hoon’s cock

sucking off dom!hoon while he plays a game

dom!hoon eating you out

sex in the library (picture, not vid)

hoon cumming at the thought of u

jay

dom!jay owning you

dom!jay admiring his work

dom!jay spanking you

you punishing sub!jay

sub!jay being obsessed w your boobs (picture, not vid)

romantic sex w jay

jay slapping your ass

jake

sub!jake riding your strap

you overstimulating sub!jake (pic, not vid)

you riding jake’s thigh

doggy with dom!jake

playing with sub!jake in the car

jake eating you out after class (gif)

sex with an extra toy

[chi-hoon]

I wanna kiss him and sit on his face PLS 🤤

warnings: afab reader, oral (f receiving), pet names (baby, babe, sweetheart), edging, overstimulation, face sitting, exhibitionism, free use, bored and ignored/pussywarming, 69 (wc: 1.5k) babes i have no idea which him you're talking about so i thought of them, all of them...

skz and giving oral (18+)

Chan — He's nothing but a giver; wholehearted, all in, tosses his hat in the ring, tongue, yes, but his fingers, too. He knows how much you like his hands, and how he uses them.

The purpose isn't too much the how he gets you there, it's that he gets you there.

So, Chan's preferred position is you on your back; it simply gives him the most control over how much he gives you (which is to say, all of it, really), and how much you can resist.

On the days you deserve it? You're getting edged for hours, with his mouth on you, his fingers inside you stretching you open as he laps you up. All it's going to take is forcing your legs back open and apart when you try to tighten them, try to get him to put the pressure that you need to come.

As much as this is true, so is the opposite: when you squirm, when you're trying to get away, so overstimulated, so fucked out that the pain fuzzes into pleasure, your body a livewire waiting to ignite, his arms will go underneath your thighs, and pull you towards him.

You get to come, when he says you do; if he decides that you're putting the silly little fact of multiple orgasms to the test? You're getting that, too.

"Just one more. I know you have it in you."

Minho — Light teases, soft kisses, Minho seems to love taking his sweet time with you. Ideally, by the time he even puts his mouth on you, you're halfway to coming.

He'll do anything in his power to kiss anywhere that isn't where you want his mouth to be, be it your thighs, your stomach, or your lips. What he relishes is the idea of prolonging until you snap, of leaving his mark on you, bites, sucks, fingers gripping to bruising.

His pace is usually slow and measured, flat tongue pressed against your clit, just the right amount of pressure to do something but never enough pressure to lead you anywhere important.

Grab his hair, push his face in between your legs, and he'll just laugh at you. "So fucking needy," as if you hadn't spent the better half of this hour being teased by him, the daisy link chain of kiss marks from your stomach to your hips, connecting the dots with your thighs and up your chest, is evidence enough of that.

The best thing about eating you out, for him, though, is the aftermath. He gets to pull away from your cunt, mouth slick and messy with your juices, lick his bottom lip, and pull you in for a kiss. It's messy, all tongue, all teeth, and he gets particularly riled up if you suck on his bottom lip.

"You like how you taste, baby?"

Changbin — You're not quite sure, not really, how you end up in this position. He's mentioned having you ride on his shoulders before, for fun, but the spontaneity of this situation means that you are actually riding his shoulders, braced against the wall, as Changbin eats you out.

It's entirely a check of his strength, his hands cupping your ass to keep you steady as your legs wrap from his shoulders to behind his back, tight. It leaves him no room to do anything but tongue at your cunt like his life depends on it.

In some ways, it does. Putting you down depends on getting you to come, first, and Changbin is nothing but a man of his principles. Your high comes first, always.

Besides, in true rapper form, he doesn't even need to breathe when he's eating you out. All tongue, no breaks, not until you're grabbing at his head, pulling him away, begging him to stop because you've had enough.

Maybe not even then.

Hyunjin — It's an extension of kissing, same muscle memory, lips and tongue in perfect harmony to your exhales and sighs. Oral with Hyunjin is a slow, sensual affair, one that he takes his time with, one that oftentimes ends with you coming, or you begging to be fucked.

Given the choice, he'd stay between your legs forever, kneeling by the edge of the bed until his knees are bruised.

He favours circles, build up with his tongue, swirling unendingly, pace measured until he feels the way you tense up before switching. Pushes his mouth and his tongue all the way close, fingers prying you open so he can fuck his tongue into you, moaning louder when you comb your fingers through his hair, still wet from his shower.

There's nothing Hyunjin wants more than this: when you're tired of slow and soft and loving, pulling him onto the bed, pussy grinding down against his face until there's nothing else but to let you use his tongue as a toy, to get yourself off on him.

Jisung — He will eat pussy anywhere, anytime. You say the word, and he's halfway to unbuttoning your pants, getting to his knees, and going to town immediately.

Even in the movie theatre.

Granted, though you are the only patrons at the matinee, the gritty superhero movie on screen so dark you would have to squint to make out the details anyways, it doesn't make it less thrilling.

He presses his nose all the way up to your panties, mouths at it, licks and sucks his way until the cotton is sloppy before he even tugs them off of you. Right now, Jisung is more fingers than mouth, but he's spent so much time leading up to it that he's suddenly afraid of getting caught, now.

It translates to frantic licks of his tongue, the curling of his fingers, and you're closer to not getting off than you are. It takes your hands fisting his hair, pushing him into place, before he does it properly, lapping circles around your clit until your thighs tremble, until you come.

Jisung thumbs your panties, and in the dim movie theatre lighting, you can see his chin shining as he stage whispers, "Again, sweetheart?"

Felix — You could be lying on your stomach, playing Animal Crossing on Felix's switch, and feel the soft taps of his fingers on the back of your thigh, then his mouth, a pursed, over-exaggerated kiss at the bend of your knee.

They always start innocently, kisses you can ignore in favour of your game, running around, catching bugs to sell.

At some point, he'll paw at your shorts, cute little needy thing that he is, even as you're still immersed in your game. Shorts off. Panties made quick work of next.

Then, it's routine back to kissing, up towards skin you had hidden from him before, spreading your ass cheeks open, fingers dipping to your cunt lips to find you wet. It's invitation enough.

There's no real rhythm to Felix giving oral, just what feels nice to him. It's about the contact, some days, comforting as he gets to taste you, tongue slippery with spit and your juices. The added benefit of getting you turned on is a tertiary bonus.

Seungmin — Spontaneity is never in the books, but somehow, that always seems to be the way Seungmin falls into eating you out.

In truth, he prefers his fingers, prefers feeling you clench around them as he works your clit with his thumb, kiss your lips the whole time during it. It doesn't feel quite the same when he can't look at your face when you come.

But something, something about the way you push his head down between your legs after finishing this week's episode of the drama you're obsessed with, feels just right.

It's always a lesson in how well he knows you, especially when all he can count on, without your facial cues, without being able to see, is your voice, and the trembling of your body.

He'll know he's doing something right when his tongue flicks across your clit with the right pressure, repeats it again, and again, and again, until your hands are on his shoulders. You're shoving yourself against him, ass sliding to the edge of the couch.

Feeling you this desperate, imagining your face as you come, makes everything infinitely better when you finally cry his name, and he finds the sweet friction you need to do just that for him.

Jeongin — It's all about reciprocity for Jeongin.

If he's eating you out, then you best have his cock down your throat, too. Something about the idea of it, of fucking you with his tongue so messy that you can't concentrate on sucking his dick gets him off quicker than anything else.

He'll start slow, of course, focusing on kissing your thighs, on licking teasing stripes across the slit of your cunt, just enough to make you feel confident that this time is the time you'll get him to come first.

As you kitten lick the tip, moving to sucking, bobbing your cute little head up and down, he'll grip your thighs completely open. His strength is his leverage, here, holding you wide and open for him, holding you flush to his mouth.

Then, it's relentless. He's all spit and all tongue, messy, quick motions of it making short work of you. Your soft cries, moans around his cock as your feeble attempts to stay concentrated only egg him on more, and he breaks only long enough to ask, "Give up, yet, babe?"

[chi-hoon]

♡ caught with jisung

↝ jisung x reader ↝ wc: 6.2k ↝ warnings: mature topics, masturbation (m.), fingering, perv!jisung, mentions of different fantasies/sex acts, pining, desperation, all the good stuff ↝ summary: jisung knows it's wrong but he can't help himself—until he gets caught ↝ masterlist

“so, how long has this been going on?” your voice sounds firm and your hands are crossed over your chest in a way that makes jisung feel like an idiot.

here he is, caught red-handed, breath hitched in his throat as you start drilling him. his hands are now by his side, tugging at the material for comfort as he looks around the living room, the movie playing quietly in the background, light illuminating your face, the face he’s so desperately trying to avoid.

he fucked up, big time. jisung is not sure why he even did it. was it wrong? without a shadow of a doubt. it’s not a nice thing to do, jerk off to your friends. still, most people do it.

however, most people don’t do it while the friend is in the same room, sleeping tightly.

and obviously, most people don’t get caught by said friend. han jisung just checked all of these boxes at once and instantly became pervert of the year.

chan will never get over this when he finds out, and jisung’s sure he will. you will tell all their friends about his creepy behavior, tell them how disgusting you find him, how weak you think he is for not being able to show at least a modicum of self-control and leave the room to jerk off.

“uhm,” he swallows loudly, voice cracking as soon as he continues, “wha-what do you mean?”

“i mean, jisung,” you stress his name in a way that makes him feel so small, “how long have you been sitting on that sofa watching me sleep and touching yourself?”

god, you know. the little bit of hope he was clinging onto fled the second you said those words. you’ve noticed him touching himself. he wasn’t a total idiot—his cock was still tucked away in his boxers, under his sweatpants. jisung didn’t reach that level of idiocy yet where he’d just pull his cock out and start jerking off to you. no, he was just palming himself over his clothes, rubbing the bottom of his palm all over his cockhead, moving down to squeeze his balls before returning to apply more pressure, and was actually so close to coming when a particularly loud grunt stirred you from your slumber.

“i’m so, so sorry,” he tells you, and he means it. “it was a huge mistake. it shouldn’t have happened.”

jisung’s sure you’re scared, disgusted, and sad. he’s supposed to be your friend, someone you trust, which is why you felt comfortable enough to come over and watch a movie with him, why you felt safe enough to doze off on the sofa opposite him. instantly, the image of you lying on your stomach comes to mind, one naked leg peeking out from under the blanket, bent at the knee, giving him a view of your thigh, while your mouth hangs slightly open, just enough for jisung to imagine shoving his fingers inside your mouth, getting you to gag on them.

“you’re right, it was,” you say as you take a step towards him, and jisung has to look at you, even though it almost physically pains him to look into your eyes. he’s such a fucking idiot who can only think with his dick. he avoids your yes but focuses on your face instead. “what were you even thinking?”

you’re now standing a lot closer to his sofa, the one he’s been watching you from as he sat on the middle of it, staring at you earlier while you were asleep. he was admiring the curve of your ass and the thigh that was peeking out, imagining you lying like there waiting for him to fuck you from behind, to be a good girl and take it. god, his mind is rotten and gone. all those people who said porn corrupts you? they were right. normal people don’t do this shit and ruin friendships over getting off.

“i, i, i don’t know,” jisung sighs and lets his head falls into his palms, which are propped on his thighs. he’s desperate. everyone will hate him, as they should. most importantly, you will hate him. “i just… god. i think you’re really attractive, always have. i thi—,” his voice cracks so he clears his throat, “think about you a lot, always.”

“and why have you never said a thing?” you ask, taking another step towards him, and another one, until you’re standing right in front of him, towering above his still hunched down figure.

he can’t get himself to lift his head up and look at you. at this point, he feels that he’ll burst into tears if he sees hatred or disgust on your face. you’re one of his favorite people in the world, which is why what he’s done is so fucking wrong, and now he realizes just how wrong it actually was.

“i didn’t want to fuck our friendship up,” he pauses, feeling like he’s about to start crying, so he says your name, “i am so fucking sorry, you have no idea. i didn’t want to lose you as a friend.”

“so,” you start and place a hand on his shoulder which instantly gets jisung to look up but not into your eyes—he can’t. you’re so close to him that he feels your sweet breath fanning your face. your touch on his shoulder is comforting, even though he’s sure you didn’t plan it to be. “you thought telling me you find me attractive would ruin our friendship, but jerking off to me while i’m the same room… wouldn’t?”

“i… i wasn’t thinking with my head,” jisung admits, feeling blood rush to his cheeks. it was true—he’s been thinking with his dick around you, and that was a stupid thing to do. acting on it was even dumber. “you just… turn me on. i wasn’t thinking at all.”

“is this the first time?” you cock your head to the side, and jisung finally looks at you, feeling like a total asshole.

you’re so sweet and cute and pretty, and he always just wants to cover your face with kisses and touch you all over, hold you tight. but then again, jisung also wants to bend you over and do ungodly things to you, things that would probably make a sweetheart like you blush.

he can lie, of course. jisung can swear that this has never happened before and that it will never happen again, but he couldn’t live with himself if he lied to you, so he opts for the truth, “no. it… once. before.”

“last time?” you ask with a cocked-up eyebrow, probably referencing the last time you came over to watch movies with him. “when you sneaked out of the room?”

“mhm,” he hums in agreement, looking at your torso instead of your head. he can’t look into your eyes at all. did you notice that time too? or did you just suspect he was doing something creepy? “i’m sorry.”

“but you were dressed,” you sound confused, “just like you are now. how do you even get off?”

“i…” he’s so embarrassed it’s becoming painful. you have every right to ask about this since it involves you, even though you’ve never asked for it. still, it’s so humiliating for him. “over clothes.”

“that’s so… desperate,” you chuckle, and the words do sting a bit, but since you sound amused, jisung believes there’s hope for him yet. maybe you’re not as furious as he feared you’d be. “do you do this with other girls? or should i say, to other girls?”

“never, i swear,” instinctively, he places a hand over his heart. he’s a perverted creep, but not a liar, and you both know it. “i don’t like anyone like i do you.”

“that’s supposed to be sweet, right?” you chuckle and sit down next to jisung without a warning, making his breath hitch in his throat. “but it would have been a lot better if you’d let me in on the whole thing. now i can’t help but wonder what other creepy things you do and how many girls you drool over.”

“it’s… it will sound bad, but it’s just you,” he says, looking right ahead even though you’re right next to him. the change in the air doesn’t go unnoticed, but jisung’s too nervous to wonder why you don’t sound disgusted at all. “i swear. it happened once before, last time.”

“why?” you ask, falling down into the sofa, resting your back against it. “i want to know more.”

you want to know more? jisung could talk about his boners for you for hours, explain how easily he can come when he thinks about you, how he enjoys the sound of your voice and laughter even more, how he’s been thinking about you since he met you, how the guys always teased him about it until they realized he’d really never make the first move because he thinks you’re way out of his league.

“you just… we played twister that day, remember?” jisung reminds you, hoping he wouldn’t have to explain himself further, but you’re quiet, so he continues.

you were so fucking hot that day, you have no idea. back then, he kind of thought you were asking for it—you wore cotton shorts and a plan oversized t-shirt but were the one to suggest twister as a fun activity for you two. the shorts were so short they rode up your ass with every move, and jisung’s head was so close to your crotch on more occasions than he could remember. both of these things made blood rush to his dick and stay there.

the rest of the night was spent in agony as jisung’s cock throbbed with you right there. when he realized you were finally dozing off, he didn’t want to go to the bathroom and wake you. you’d hear him jerk off and he’d look pathetic, right? he was leaking precum by that point just because he was thinking about going to your sofa and massaging your ass as it was on full display, the shorts acting like underwear at that point, showing him half your ass that he so desperately wanted to bite into. jisung couldn’t get himself to look away, his erection becoming painful, balls straining.

so, he remained silent and just rubbed his cock over his shorts, hoping he’d come quickly and call it a night, too. he’d clean up in the morning. it didn’t take jisung long to come, embarrassingly, but when he did, he realized it was a mistake. he had underestimated the amount of cum and ended up with a lap full of it, the grey shorts immediately showing a growing wet spot. it was something he had to go fix immediately, and not in the morning as he hoped, so he jumped up and made a beeline for the bathroom. apparently, he’d managed to wake you up in the process.

“and you looked amazing and i was so hard all night… i just couldn’t help myself,” jisung says with a sigh, deciding not to think about that night too much as the memory of your ass does things to him. “it’s wrong and i’m sorry. it only happened then and tonight.”

“and you’d really rather jerk off to me in silence than let me know you want more?” you ask him in a tone of voice that makes him look at you for the first time in a while, this time right into your eyes. you don’t understand him, of course, and you probably never would.

“i… i wouldn’t. i just…” jisung struggles to find the right words, everything sounding too bleak, unable to describe the immensity of what he’s been feeling. “i didn’t want to ruin it.”

“for a smart guy, you’re really dumb at times,” you scoff at him, and it makes him look away in shame, which you apparently do not like. “no, no, look at me.” jisung listens instantly before you continue, “you didn’t think i’d notice?”

“wait, you have? before this?” his voice shakes as he asks the question. did you know about the last time? you saw him being that nasty and pathetic?

“did you really think i couldn’t hear you panting and grunting right next to me?” you cock your eyebrow up as a smirk spreads across your face. “jisung… i heard you.”

“and you…” he gulps, even more confused now after your admission. what did it even mean? “didn’t say anything?”

“nope,” you shrug so lightly with a smile on your face, which completely messes with everything he thought he knew about this situation. “i wanted to see how far you’re going to take this. and if you were going to say anything. but then i started wondering if this is just a thing you do as a certified pervert and not something that has to do with me.”

“please!” jisung cries out and looks down at his thighs as his cheeks flush with blood. he can’t handle you think he’s a total creep, let alone around other people. it’s mortifying enough that you know he acts that way around you. “i’m so sorry. i don’t usually do this. i have done it once before, t-that night with you, and that’s it.”

“okay,” you sigh, and jisung’s not sure if it means you believe him. “so, you’re still not going to tell me anything?”

jisung swallows the lump in his throat and feels dizzy all of a sudden, like he’s dug such a hole for himself and there’s just no way out of it. he’s fucked it all up for nothing. “like what?”

“like how you feel?”

your words get him to turn his head to the side to give you a quick look—he needs to make sure you’re serious. “is that really what you want to hear?”

“well, it would help your case a lot,” you nod encouragingly, so he turns his head away.

“mhm,” jisung hums in agreement and decides to go for it. if there’s any way to make this right, he’s taking it. “i do like you. i know it sounds stupid, but i have for the longest time, which is why this is so fucking humiliating. we kissed that one time at minho’s birthday party and i just… couldn’t stop thinking about you since, even though we’ve never mentioned it after.

most days, jisung is thankful that he got the chance to kiss you that day, that he got to know how you taste, how you kiss, how it feels to have your body pressed against his, hands on his neck and in his hair. still, sometimes, when he’s feeling extra pathetic about not being able to say anything to you, he feels like it’s a mistake and that it would have been easier for him to forget you had the kiss never happened.

“the guys always told me to make a move, but i just… couldn’t,” he sighs loudly, feeling like an idiot since it’s all come to this. it would have been so much better had he just admitted how he felt instead of doing this. “i want to, though. this was not a move i ever wanted to make, but i did, so it’s my mistake and a huge fuck up. i really understand if you don’t want anything to do with me after this.”

“jisung… i like you too,” you reach out and pat his back softly, and he’s so shocked he can’t say a thing. “i wanted to tease you longer, but i can tell you’re beating yourself up over this. well, i mean, you should, it’s kind of fucked up.”

“it is,” he agrees, not even wanting to register that you admitted you like him too. he can’t function right now, let alone think about the fact that he had a chance with you and blew it. what a fucking idiot. “i know, i’m sorry.”

“but since you didn’t try to touch me or do anything actually creepy, it’s not the worst thing, i guess,” you pat his back again, clearly not completely repulsed by his existence. “i just wish you’d said something before you did any of this.”

he does too, so fucking much. god, how he wishes he’d listened to minho when his friend told him to just find the balls to tell you. changbin almost texted you from jisung’s phone one time and asked you out on his behalf, wanting to break the ice and just do something about it because it was becoming unbearable to listen to jisung go on about you for weeks. even that would have been better than this.

when he registers how much he’s fucked up, jisung covers his face with his palms and sinks into the sofa, feeling like he wants to disappear and never face any of his friends or you ever again.

and then, the unthinkable happens. he feels the spot on the sofa right next to him dipping under your weight, he feels you shifting, hovering over him, and finally straddling him. jisung has to look at you to see what you’re doing, hands falling to his sides again.

right then, you reach in to cup his face, tilting it in your direction. “i still like you, though. maybe i’m a bit of a pervert myself.”

“uhm, what?” he sounds as dumb as he feels, but this is not what jisung was expecting at all, not even before all of this mess happened.

“i like you,” you repeat yourself, sounding just as sure of your words as you did the first time. “i have for a long time, too, which is why everyone told you to ask me out. they were telling me the same thing, but i wanted you to do something since you so rarely show any real interest in me. it’s always so platonic between us,” you fake pout and warm jisung’s corrupted heart—whenever you pout at him he wants to either give you everything you want or tame you. “even if i wear the skimpiest outfits or give you my undivided attention or kiss you when we go out… it’s always so friendly. i wanted you to give me a sign, any kind of a sign, before i made the first move. and i guess this is a sign?”

“a really pathetic one,” jisung adds, making you laugh. god, he loves your laughter. but, he has to focus on what’s going on at this very moment. you do like him, and he’s made such a fool out of himself. “i’m so sorry.”

your hands are still on his cheeks, cupping them, as you look into his eyes gently, if a gaze can be gentle, and it reassures him—you don’t hate him. you think he’s an idiot, but you aren’t about to run away in disgust and never talk to him.

somehow, he gathers the courage to let his gaze linger on your mouth for a little longer than appropriate. you catch him staring and smile before leaning in, and jisung thinks he’ll faint. you want to kiss him? the guy who’s just admitted to jerking off to you while you were in the same room? he leans in too, not wanting to miss out on the opportunity to make this right somehow.

the kiss feels just as good as he remembers, if not better because he’s just jumped from one extreme emotion to a completely different one. minutes ago, he felt ashamed and desperate, and now he’s feeling like the luckiest person alive, so totally grateful that you don’t hate his guts. you seem to feel the exact opposite from that—your back is curving as you lean into his chest more, lips kissing his firmly, eagerly, tongue prodding and entering his mouth. when it licks his, jisung thinks he’s in paradise, but you pull away soon, breaking the spell.

“now, i do appreciate you being honest, but,” you pat his chest gently, “you have to make it up to me.”

“i’ll do anything,” jisung is quick to respond. “really.”

you seem to like his eagerness, he can tell by the slow smirk that spreads across your face, making you seem so happy with yourself, which jisung always likes seeing. “get off for me now.”

his head snaps backward in surprise, face frowning as he stares at you as if he’s waiting for you to start laughing or something. this is a joke, clearly. “what?”

“do it,” you say softly, leaning in to peck his lips, leaving them barely touching each other as you breathe out, breath tickling his lips. “touch yourself as if i’m lying right there,” you point to the sofa you were lying on earlier, “or is the best part about it that i’m sleeping and not aware? is that what makes you want to get off?”

jisung doesn’t know which thought to process first. you want him to jerk off in front of you, and you’re asking it in such a sweet tone of voice with a very innocent smile, which blows his mind. how can you want him to do that in front of you?

“no, no, not at all, i prefer it this way,” jisung is loud when he says this, wanting to get his point across—he jerked off to you, not the fact that you were sleeping and helpless. he’s not that perverted. “are you sure about this?”

“do i look sure?” you shrug and move up his thighs, towards his knees, giving him more room.

jisung doesn’t need more room because he can just let his back fall on the cushions. from this half-lying position, he gets a great view of you, and you can see his crotch clearly. the fact that you want to see it and that you’re about to watch him get off makes him feel shame again—he never does stuff like this.

if he hooks up with someone in a desperate attempt to get you off his mind, it’s just sex. a bit of foreplay, oral if he’s feeling it, and then just sex, the type of sex where he can just drill his hips into someone and get all of his frustrations out. never has anyone watched him jerk off, and the thought kind of excites him, except that it’s you and he doesn’t want to look like an idiot in front of you.

“only if you want to, though,” you’re quick to add when you realize jisung is not moving.

“i, i, yes… okay,” he nods, moving his hand down to his crotch as your eyes intently follow. jisung’s dick is half-erect now, so he starts moving his palm over it, applying pressure with each stroke.

clearly, it doesn’t feel as good as it does when it’s skin-to-skin contact, but he still feels his own touch. now that your eyes are on him, it feels even better. still, he can’t relax completely, not when you’re both fully dressed and he feels so perverted for doing this in front of you.

“mhm,” you hum happily, “so that’s how you do it.”

“yup,” he swallows loudly.

“and it feels good like that?” you inquire as if you’re asking what he’s had for breakfast. his cheeks and ears are burning at this point, mind unable to process the fact you, the most innocent person he knows, are so nonchalant about this whole thing. you’re acting as if you watch your friends jerk off over their sweatpants every day.

“yes,” he agrees with a low grunt. “not the best, but i feel something.”

“so why did you do it like that, then?” your question is so innocent, making the whole situation seem so… normal. you caught him jerking off to you ten minutes ago and now you’re asking for more details on his technique.

“i didn’t, uh—” he gulps, “want to… take it out in front of you.”

“too much even for you?” your cocked eyebrow tells jisung you’re already okay enough with the situation to make fun of it, which doesn’t help him feel any less ashamed.

“it’s… yes, too much,” he nods at you, unable to stop looking at your face. it’s mostly because you’re too busy staring at his hand draped over his now fully erect dick as it rubs his shaft, trying to pull the skin back to bring him pleasure. “disrespectful.”

“yeah, it would have been weird if you had your dick out,” you agree with a smile, eyes still glued to him. “i’m glad you didn’t.”

“me fucking too,” jisung can’t help but tell you. “i wouldn’t do that.”

“i know that, jisung, don’t worry,” you reach for his chest and pat it gently, giving him one of those warm smiles of yours. “i was just wondering why you did it like this. doesn’t seem comfortable at all.”

“it’s not, but i can work it.”

“is this all you did?” you look at his hand again, seemingly mesmerized by his movements just as much as he is with you.

instead of responding, jisung lowers his hand down to his balls, pulls them closer together, and squeezes hard, which makes his hips snap up. they don’t move that far, not when you’re sitting on his thighs, but they provide some kind of friction as they buck into his palm, at least.

“that feels good?” you lick your lips and smile at him before looking down again.

“always,” jisung admits, feeling like he has nothing to lose here by playing along. you asked for this and he wants to give you whatever you want.

“i’ll have to remember that,” you chirp and continue watching him, as if you didn’t just imply that you need this information for later. what do you need it for?

“please do,” he tells you, unable to think straight. jisung’s mind instantly runs to all the things you could do together, to your mouth around his cock, hand tugging at his ballsack, or you sucking on them as he jerks himself off. the thought makes him grunt and start moving his hand faster, desperate for more.

“do you want me to do something?” it’s an innocent question, really. you could just be asking about kissing him or grabbing his hair or something non-sexual like that. but, jisung hopes you’re not talking about any of that.

still, he’d never push you into doing something, especially not after looking like a total horny creep who can’t control himself. “whatever you want.”

“i can touch you,” you suggest, playing dumb. he sees it in your eyes, in the way your lips curve into a smile while your eyebrow slightly raises, by that spark behind your gaze. you’re messing with his head on purpose, and jisung loves it. he didn’t think he could feel anything more for you than he already does, but the fact that you’re so cocky all of a sudden does something for him.

“you can do whatever to me,” he throws the ball back in your court with a grin. besides, he does mean it—he’s all yours, if you want him to. whatever you want to do to him, he’s going to let you.

“touch myself?” your voice sounds so chirpy, head cocked to the side as you smirk.

jisung can’t pretend he’s not tempted by your offer. he’s imagined you touching yourself more times than he can count, and if he got to see it in person, he’d go feral. that’s something worth pulling out his dick for, one hundred percent. “god, i’d die!”

“okay then,” you giggle and pull your dress down over your shoulders, letting it pool around your waist. by doing that, you reveal your naked chest to jisung, who feels like the luckiest man alive.

“wow,” is what he can muster out after a couple of seconds of just staring at you. his hand is moving a lot faster though.

you don’t say anything. instead, you grin at him and move your hands up, taking your breasts in your palms and squeezing, your nipples peeking through between your fingers, giving jisung enough spank bank material to last him for decades.

“good?” you ask after a while when his breathing gets a bit more ragged and the grunts become more frequent.

“perfect,” jisung’s response is short and sweet because he doesn’t want you to hear how weak he sounds. “so pretty.”

“you too,” you say as you reach for his face, gently cupping it before moving your thumb across his bottom lip. “so, so pretty, jisungie… but so hot too. can’t think straight sometimes.”

the compliments you give him completely ruin him for some reason. he’s had girls praise his dick, tongue, or fingers, he’s had them moaning his name and calling him the best in the heat of the moment, but here he is, coming at the sound of you telling him he’s pretty and hot. he messes with your head? you should see what you do to his.

his hips buck towards his hand sharply as his palm applies more pressure. he needs more, more, more, so he thinks of what it would be like to get to come all over those pretty tits of yours, paint them white, watch his seed drip down your body, maybe even use the tip of his cock to spread it around, slap your tits a couple of times. god, he wants you bad, and even when he’s coming, you’re all he can think about.

you seem mesmerized by the way jisung’s cock squirts cum out of it, the thick fluid instantly seeping through his boxers and sweatpants, leaving a wet spot that just keeps growing right in front of your eyes. it starts as what seems no more than a couple of drops and ends up being a small pool of liquid in his boxers, marking his sweatpants.

“there’s so much of it…” surprisingly, you’re the first one to speak, and you sound out of breath. “i like that.”

jisung has to check if he’s heard you correctly the first time. “you do?”

“mhm”, you hum, your hands frozen in place on your chest. “think you could really fill me up with that.”

jisung’s mouth drops open as his dick twitches so hard you can see it. you what? “i never thought i’d hear you say something like that,” he admits, realizing he’ll never be able to forget this night. even if you tell him you no longer want to be friends, even if it hurts to think about you, he won’t be able to stop thinking about you wondering whether he could fill you to the brim with warm cum. god, he just came and yet he feels like he could go again because of a single sentence.

“you never know,” you quip with a chuckle, letting go of your tits, hands finding purchase on your thighs.

jisung can’t stop staring. even if one of his roommates walked in right now—which is impossible since they’re out of town—he wouldn’t move an inch, not when you’re perched up on his lap, thighs spread since you’re straddling him, naked from the waist up, clearly enjoying the fact that he just came in his pants for you. “you’re perfect.”

“stop it… i just like you.” the way you shy away from jisung’s gaze tells him you’re not so tough when sexual stuff isn’t happening. in other words, you two are more similar than you think.

“i’m sorry once again,” he ruins the mood by bringing it up, but he has to, especially now that he gets another confirmation of your feelings for him. “i feel like i’ll be saying sorry forever and i do mean it. “

“well, let’s not do that?” you suggest with a frown. “i don’t want us to keep going forward if this thing will keep messing with you so badly. did you fuck up? clearly. did it turn out well?” you pause to look at him with a smirk. “i guess.”

“oh, you’d call this well?” jisung can’t help but ask, wanting to know what excites you about it. are you just as twisted as he is?

“i liked watching you do this… and it felt nice kissing you again,” your hands are now around his neck as jisung sits up so he can be closer to you. “so maybe i can look over what happened under the agreement that you let me know when you plan on doing something like that again…”

“never, i swear,” his words come out whiny, but only because he’s so happy to even be given this opportunity. jisung’s not going to risk it again, ever. “wait, you… did you enjoy this?”

the smirk that paints your face a shade of cockiness he’s never seen before tells jisung he’s in for a ride even before you speak, “want to know how much?”

“always,” jisung sounds pathetic because he is.

you don’t say anything and that surprises him. what’s even more surprising is that you take his hand and sneak it under your dress, between your legs, leading his fingers to your clothed core. when he reaches your underwear, you use his hand to rub the soaked material, and he grunts. you’re so fucking wet for him, you really are, and he hasn’t touched you, save for the kisses. “fuck… oh god.”

“i like you a lot jisung, i told you,” you chirp in that tone of voice you’ve been using all night, the one that tells him you have the upper hand—you know he’s dirty and you want him for it.

“oh fuck… you’re so hot,” jisung mumbles and swallows loudly, preparing to do something he usually wouldn’t. “can i touch you?”

the relieved look on your face tells jisung you’ve just been waiting for him to ask. “please.”

that word is all jisung needs to rub you harder, which instantly gets you to moan and rub yourself against him. clearly, you need more, you’ve been dripping this entire time, probably, so jisung slides your underwear to the side and gently inserts his fingers inside of you.

“oh, fuck,” you grab onto his shoulders and look down at him.

“good?”

“mhm,” your grunt counts as a yes, so jisung starts moving them in and out slowly, just to get you adjusted to them and to get them all wet.

once they feel slick enough, so fucking coated with your juices, he starts to finger you properly, hooking the fingers into you, the bottom of his palm pressed against your clit. once you’re in that position, all jisung needs to do is start pulling his hand towards his torso and back, making sure to keep his palm pressed against your clit.

this works every time, so he knew it would work on you, yet he’s still so surprised to hear you moan, to feel your fingers dig into his shoulders, eyes rolling to the back of your head. you’re so taken aback by the way he’s touching you that you can only moan and grunt, head clearly empty of all other thoughts, other than his name, which you mutter over and over again in a voice that makes him melt.

“you’re so tight,” jisung tells you, imagining just how tight you’d feel around his cock. it’s a lot thicker than his fingers, but he has no doubts you’d learn to take it well and that you’d be happy with the size. “love feeling you like this.”

“don’t stop, please, ji—uh, don’t stop,” your voice is strained now. as if that wasn’t proof enough that he was doing a good job, you start moving your hips back and forth, smacking them into his hand, and his mind makes him think about you doing that on his cock.

god, you’d ride him so well, he can just tell. his other hand grabs your ass while he leans in to take your nipple into his mouth, sucking it in, sinking his teeth into the soft flesh of your breast, humming at the fucked out sounds you’re making.

it doesn’t take you long to come either, and you coat his fingers with faint white stickiness that he really wants to suck off his fingers, or even better, smear all over his cock and jerk off using it. however, he doesn’t do that. jisung wipes the remnants of your orgasm, which you still seem shaken by as you grip onto his shoulders even tighter, and leans in to kiss you, enjoying the way you kiss back pliantly, moaning into the kiss as if he hasn’t just made you come.

jisung always thought you’d be a great match—you have way too much in common not to work out. the only difference between you is that he’s so sex-hungry. he can’t stop thinking about it when he’s around you, always wondering how you taste or what you look like when you get fucked, how long he’d have to stretch you before you can take him on the first try, and other things you just don’t think about people.

but, when you pull away from the kiss, you reassure him once again, without even knowing it, “can you go again? i want to feel you, jisung.”

if you want to support my writing, you can buy me a coffee here. ♡

[chi-hoon]

cherry

pairing: good boy!heeseung/bad girl!reader

genre: rich kid au, 80s au, smut with fluff and plot

warnings: dom!reader, sub!heeseung, smoking (cigarettes), alcohol consumption, prep school is mentioned but reader and heeseung are both of age, very brief mention of vomit, oral sex (m. and f. receiving), loss of virginity, there is some secondhand embarrassment in this but i swear it’s cute, reader calls hee “baby” literally all the time, the rest of enhypen are in this (and so are K and EJ from iland lmao)

word count: 15k

a/n: this is the longest fic i’ve ever written 😵‍💫 i also made a playlist to listen to while i wrote this so here it is if you want to listen while you read

masterlist here

You’d always felt the urge to destroy perfect things.

When you were five years old, you smashed your fist into your perfectly-decorated birthday cake. In elementary school, you ran your bike through the pristine flowerbed in front of your parent’s church. Three summers ago you used sewing scissors to cut off your hair simply because the pastor of that church told you it looked pretty. 

Nothing was meant to be perfect, including people, though the residents of your town seemed to disagree. They loved to play pretend, to brag to each other about their new boats and cars, their son’s acceptance to Yale, or their daughter’s to Harvard. They loved to bask in the abundance of their wealth during the day, and then drink themselves to death at night. The most miserable people have the prettiest lives. 

So you took it upon yourself to let the true colors of everybody else shine through you. Sure, you were an absolute mess, but at least you were an authentic one.

And you were determined to find a perfect boy and turn him into a mess for you. Your most ambitious project to date.

Keep reading

[chi-hoon]

burn for you

❝ if it were me courting you, all i would need is five minutes with you in a drawing room. ❞

PAIRING ▸ sim jaeyun x fem!reader

GENRES ▸ smut (minors dni), some fluff, regency (bridgerton) au, best friends to lovers

WARNINGS ▸ profanity, reader is a catch !! and jake is a rake (i thought i was so funny for that bye), bridgerton references, mutual pining, pure self-indulgence for my self-indulgent queen, sexual tension, corruption kink !!!! (your fav), oral (f. receiving), fingering, public sex, unprotected sex (bc i looked up what they used for birth control in the regency era and it was not sexy…… but pls wrap before u tap)

SUMMARY ▸ regency london’s competitive marriage market is no match for you, who brings suitors to their knees with a simple bat of your eyelashes. however, the issue is that you only care for your best friend, sim jaeyun, and your competition is a princess.

WORD COUNT ▸ 4015 words

PLAYLIST ▸ wildest dreams by duomo • vienna blood, op. 354 by johann strauss ii, eugene ormandy • young and beautiful - dh orchestral version by lana del rey

TAG LIST ▸ @msxflower​ @fiantomartell​ @baekhyunstruly​ @mykalon​ @heelariously​ @hobistigma​ @simplyxlea​ @wntrsgf​ @person-standing​ @ja4hyvn​ @dnyamight​ @candidupped​ @shmooooo​

AUTHOR’S NOTE ▸ hello !! this fic is a present for @heetendo​ happy birthday fia ♡ ik ur a whore for jake and the regency era so i put them together for u in this little oneshot !! btw this was difficult to write bc i couldn’t consult my historical au expert :/

IT PISSED YOU OFF—THE WAY JAEYUN WAS BEING FUSSED OVER BY YOUR OWN MOTHER.

“A princess!” she gushed, hands pressed to her chest as if she was trying to calm her heartbeat. “Why, you would become a prince, then! Whatever was the reason for the princess deciding to marry down?”

You were sick of hearing the news over and over again. The Duke of Richmond, Sim Jaeyun, was being pursued by a princess—something that was absolutely bizarre and had the town buzzing with gossip. You were sure your best friend enjoyed being the talk of the town, however, and he indulged in how heads turned with both admiration and jealousy whenever he walked past.

You, on the other hand, were finding it hard to push down the jealousy you felt. All was fair in love and war, and especially during the season of courtship, but you found yourself outmatched once the princess made her appearance. Although, that didn’t mean that you were lacking this season; in fact, you had suitors lined up down the block.

Your mother was overjoyed by the amount of attention you had gotten, and she would spend her mornings answering calls and receiving flowers and gifts from the men who were trying to court you. You should’ve been happy; your future was secured with this. Even with the affections from the Duke of Bedford, Lee Heeseung, and the compliments from the Earl of Berkshire, Park Sunghoon, you still found yourself unsatisfied.

You didn’t want to get married if it wasn’t with Jaeyun.

Keep reading

[chi-hoon]

Nevertheless: Wishful Thinking [1]

[completed] [1] [2] [3] [4] [5]

synopsis: why would the college flirt want anything to do with the innocent heartbreaker? a [somewhat] nevertheless au featuring tbz's eric son young jae

genre [per chapter]: suggestive material, mentions of alcohol, SMUT *this series is a smut series so* please don't read if you're uncomfy. if you're underaged and you still wanna read, i'm not stopping you. i don't care because that's your responsibility to know what's fiction and what's not.

word count: 2.8k, half of which is probably filth

taglist: @from-xero

{this is a work of fiction}

"i'm sorry, i just... i just don't see you that way."

the boy tries his hardest not to choke (or sob) as he lowers his head, the bouquet of flowers in his hands crinkling when he brings it down to his side.

he huffs, using his tongue to poke the inner sides of his cheeks as his grimace pulls out into a smirk.

you look at him with utmost guilt, fingers awkwardly intertwined with one another as you scan the distraught on his face.

"so..." he slowly nods, looking up from the floor. "not even the most popular person on campus can win you over, huh?"

the label strikes a chord in you.

honestly, you were just waiting for him to say those words. you hadn't expected the campus star boy to confess to you tonight, much less at his own graduation party.

he was two years your senior and frankly way out of your league - leaving you with absolutely no clue how he came about to develop feelings for you.

you had wondered if he was merely capitalising on your growing reputation as the 'innocent heartbreaker'.

the pretty, new, freshman who just couldn't seem to stop heads from turning.

one of those heads was his.

wooseok scoffs, obviously unhappy and dissatisfied with your response.

how dare the pretty freshman reject the hottest boy on campus?

"okay," wooseok nods, still holding out the flowers to you. "at least take the flowers, would you?"

grimly picking the golden-wrapped roses from him, you scan his eyes, glossed with a layer of tears as his nose sours.

"wooseok-"

"no, don't," he interrupts you, sucking in a deep breath as he puffs out his chest. the yelling from outside his bedroom door calls the both of your attention.

"the party's still going on until morning, are you staying?"

with a light shake of your head, you hug the flowers close to your chest. your heart slows down, calming from the fact that he had brought you in here just to confess and not something else you were afraid of.

the guilt sinks in when you realise you didn't trust wooseok all that much.

"okay, well..." he clears his throat, rubbing the back of his neck. the silver shine off the school's logo on the varsity jacket glimmers under the room's ceiling light. "at least stay until we finish the first bottle of vodka? we have games later."

"oh, wooseok, i can't-"

"come on," he reaches forward and grabs your hands, his hands hot and warm. probably from the adrenaline he had to give himself to make this feat. "the first bottle."

you look up from his fingers and at his face, his fringe covering his eyes and casting sharp-angled shadows all over his lids.

your lips part, but before you can even utter a sound, he hops right in and exclaims with a grin on his face. "great! i'll see you around and come find me when you're leaving, okay?"

the smile lines extend from the sides of his nose and down to his lips, the shadow lines on his cheeks shifting as he turns on his heels, hands sliding off yours.

"i'll-" he points to his door, already reaching for the handle. "yeah. bye."

wooseok pulls the door open for him to exit, and right before he can shut the door behind him, his eyes come between the gap to take one last look at you.

the door clicks shut after he moves off first, and you're left with the roses in your arms, standing in the middle of his room, having just rejected the most sought-after bachelor in the school.

looking down at the roses once more, your finger-pads rub against the velvet petals, heart aching for him.

the neon lights in his room were casting a bright blue hue all over the walls and the carpeted ground, trophies for baseball and customised bats decorating almost every corner.

you turn to his bed, thinking of leaving the flowers on the cushion and leaving quietly through his window.

but your train of thought violently snapped into two when the party outside yells, followed by the loud thunking of the bass throughout the house.

the flowers are a reminder of how shit of a person you are.

you didn't ask to be a heartbreaker.

people tend to think you find joy in rejecting the brave ones who get their feelings across but you don't. not at all.

carefully laying the bouquet of flowers back onto his bed, you pull the door of his room open and step out into the hallway, the music blasting like everyone was deaf and hard of hearing.

the crowd in the living room comes into view when you start walking down the stairs - everybody jumping on beat to the likes of superbass and people yelling the all-time classic rap.

your knuckles whiten from gripping onto the wooden railings, unable to return yourself to the party when you've done broken the heart of the host himself.

so you turn on your heels, deciding to return to his room and crawl out through his window - only to be met by someone else.

"party's downstairs."

if you were the innocent heartbreaker...

then eric son was the vicious one - the male, sluttier equivalent of you.

"oh, well... party's not for me," you offer a tiny smile, slightly embarrassed to be caught making a u-turn.

eric tilts his head to the side, holding out an arm and resting it on the wooden railings. you lower your head, taking a step to your left in a bid to walk past him.

but you're stopped yet again by his arm reaching out, palm pressing flat into the concrete as he looks down at you.

you don't realise your fists are clenched (and sweating) until you rub them onto your dress.

"look, eric- i- i had a bad day and i just-"

"so walk out the front door," he raises a single brow, taking a step down and removing his hand off the wooden railing.

your feet fumble around each other in a bid not to topple down the stairs. turning to face you, he forces you to step back to maintain the safe distance between you.

"i don't want to make a scene-" the bad habit of picking your nails returns when your back hits the wall, and eric's standing an uncomfortable distance from you now.

"oh," he lifts his free hand and mirrors the other, keeping your neck between his forearms. but you are the scene. you can't just... leave."

a flustered chuckle runs through your throat as you lean your head back against the wall. "i don't have the time for this."

"make time for me," eric cocks his head to the side and glances down near the bottom of your face. "you can tell me about your bad day."

"i think i'll be fine on my own, thank you," carefully squatting and trying to shrink out from the wall-eric sandwich, your brows furrow as you shift.

but eric son buckles his arm and halves the distance he has between your faces, the sudden surge forcing you back upright.

now his breath is hot on your jaw and you turn away from him, lips pursed into a thin, tight line.

"the 'innocent heartbreaker'," he gently hums, fingers reaching up to play with the curled locks fallen around your upper arms. the fleeting brushes of his skin across yours draw out chills, and a harsh inhale twitches your facial expressions to his liking. "i can see why boys would fall for this."

with your eyes still glued to the party downstairs, you part your lips, wanting to explain yourself.

then eric, with the weight of feathers, reaches up to your chin and tilts it towards him.

his lips are parted as he slides his tongue across his teeth. he sighs softly, eyes travelling from yours to your lips and back up.

by now, you can feel his breath on your philtrum.

"you're pretty," he whispers, almost against your lips.

and your stomach plummets when he pulls away completely, the cool air rushing in to replace the bodily heat.

without breaking eye contact, even for a single second, eric pushes himself off the wall. lips drawn out into a wide smile, he adjusts his jacket and runs his hand through his hair.

"but not that pretty."

you don't realise your heart's racing until you feel your chest heaving, unknowingly panting from the unruly interaction the vicious heartbreaker has just provided you.

the world finally seeps back into view and into complete perfect audio, the music finally rumbling through you again when your eyes trail after eric, walking into the crowd jumping in the living room.

the taste of iron seeps out from the inside of your lips, and you dart your tongue across the mark that your teeth have left on your flesh.

clearing your throat and shaking the thought of eric out of your head, you turn back up the steps and head back into wooseok's bedroom.

the blue hues of the room start to sink into your consciousness again, the yellow shade of the bouquet wrap looking more like green under the lighting.

you take a moment to fester - over wooseok, over your reputation, over eric.

college just started and here you were, feeling guilty over something that wasn't even your fault.

the final decision comes to rest on your fingers in the form of pulling wooseok's window open, carefully lifting your feet and crawling under the glass.

now, troublemaker was playing, muffled but definitely loud enough to be heard at least 3 houses down the road. you climb onto the roof of his garage, eyes scanning to cars parked outside and along the road.

you stride to the side where you know wooseok had a wooden plating attached to one of the walls, fake vines intertwined between the planks.

it's a relief when your feet meet the concrete ground, and nobody was in sight - until you back up into someone's chest and you turn to find eric, again.

"what in the world-"

he cuts you off by grabbing your waist, slotting his lips between yours and holding your chin to align your faces.

you were nearly bought into it, but the consciousness seeps back into you and you rip your face off his, palms one his chest with his hands still on your waist.

"what do you think you're doing?"

"i could ask you the same thing."

"you already know I'm leaving."

"you can't leave just yet."

"why the hell not?"

"because I'm not done with you."

with a low huff, he hoists you up onto his hips, lips crashing onto yours as he walks you backwards, your shoulder blades hitting the wall where you had climbed down from.

there's a gentle rattle when he keeps you up against the wooden planks, his palms riding the skirt of your dress up and over your hips.

his fingers slide under the material of your underwear hugging your pelvis, hot skin gripping onto the flesh of your rear.

then you hear a tear amongst the mess he's making on your lips, and the material of your underwear loosens.

"what the-"

"shh," he smirks, now turning his head into your neck to nip on your jaw. your chest heaves from the sensitivity, the fluttering sensation of his lips on your neck drilling chills all through you. "make a sound and everyone will know you couldn't say no to me."

conscience returns to you for a split second.

"eric- we can't-"

before you can finish your sentence, eric drags the thin material out from under you and dangles it before you, his eyes clouded and dark.

the darkened patch of material on your underwear washes your face in pink and heat.

"you were saying?"

your stomach plummets, and you now register the coolness on your core. eric smiles, rolling up the material to shove it into his pocket.

"eric-" your fingers dig into his left forearm as they return to the wall by your head, his right carefully undoing his belt.

the clink of the metal followed by the zipper coming undone forms a knot in your stomach already, then his fingers coming to spread your neediness all over you forces a sharp whimper up your lungs.

"I've done nothing..." he shakes his head, sliding a single finger up and down your core. "and you are so wet."

he lifts his finger from under your skirt, his fingers glistening under the sharp, fluorescent lighting.

your hooded lids are just about tearing with the overwhelming ache that's throbbing through you, and he makes it worse by running his tongue all over his finger.

eric's pride swells when a whine escapes your throat, and he presses himself into you, chest against yours with his hands digging into your thighs. your arms circle around his shoulders, pulling him closer for a deep, slow kiss.

he prods against you, the throbbing ache spiking when his manhood rubs against your core. groaning into the kiss, your entire being squirms between him and the wall with the muffled music still blasting from the living room.

he doesn't bother to wait for you before he finds his manhood and aligns it with your entrance, gently prodding before sliding himself in like it was meant to be.

he buries himself inside you by holding your thighs around his hips even tighter, drawing a low and prolonged moan from your lips.

eric pulls away, pressing his forehead into yours to let you breathe. but he finds some kind of sadistic pleasure when he pulls his hips away, only to slam right back in, earning a sharp yelp from you.

"go any louder, princess, and i won't be the only one enjoying this."

he grins to himself, licking his lips before diving into your neck and picking at all the right spots. every kiss and nibble earned him a moan or a mewl and it ruins your pride over and over to know that you had just broken someone's heart tonight.

yet you were outside that someone's house, letting eric rail you like he owned you.

your fingers claw and grip at his shirt as you feel your back jerk and rock against the wooden plank. with every thrust he offers you, he sounds like he's laughing and panting at the same time, the hot breath on your neck making you writhe in a guilty pleasure.

he offers a few slower thrusts before grabbing your chin to look at him, eyes slightly fucked out and your thighs tired from keeping your body locked to his.

slowly pulling out and sliding back in, he takes the time to revel in the way your brows furrow and your lips fall apart, your curled hair now a mess around your chest and shoulders.

"that's it, princess," he leans into your ear and coos. "tell me how good that feels."

unable to form a coherent word in your head, you whine in response, pulling his face to yours and planting your lips onto his with every ounce of energy left in you.

his hands fumble under your skirt and find your sensitivity, pressing his thumb flat onto you. the pressure jerks you upwards and he takes the opportunity to reposition himself, changing the angle ever so slightly.

by some miracle, the tip of him buried inside you finds the magic spot, and when he picks up his pace, the knot starts to find you in eternal bliss.

eric pulls away again, huffing as he thrusts himself into you, fingers flicking and abusing you as if your legs weren't already shaking and convulsing around his hips.

"good girl," his breath is heavy on your jaw as he plants a few wet kisses there, his pants bringing you to some newer heights. your vision starts to fade into white with a few more thrusts and his fingers dig into your thighs when your lower body starts to spasm.

muscles flexing, your entire body squirms and trembles as you meet your high.

then eric hurriedly pulls out, the hot fluid dribbling all over the ground under you.

while you come down from your high, eric's strained grunts rumble through his torso under your arms. the vein that popped out on his neck was still there, and your senses only allow enough for you to focus on eric now.

he bites on his bottom lip and pushes his hair back with a deep inhale. he turns to you, eyes wide open and clear.

"not such an innocent princess now, are you?"

[chi-hoon]

pose (m)

pairing: choi yeonjun x reader

genre: model!yeonjun (which isn’t really an au bc he’s real,,,,, model yeonjun is real), assistant!reader, fluff smut, angst

wc: 12.5k

summary: being world-famous model choi yeonjun’s personal assistant wasn’t easy. after six months on the job, however, you’d say that you had a pretty decent grasp on it. now, with fashion month right around the corner, it was your duty to make sure everything was in order, but of course a few things didn’t go as planned.

warnings: swearing, sizeable timeskips, allusions to a panic attack, model!beomgyu appears and he is an ass to put it lightly, explicit sex, dom!yeonjun, sub!reader, fingering, mirror sex, hair pulling, dirty talk, praise, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it, i beg of you), pull-out method, jealous + possessive yeonjun

disclaimer: i am not 100% educated about how modelling and the fashion industry operates. if there are any discrepancies, please forgive me! i’m only trying to appreciate model yeonjun, man.

note: no i am still not over model yeonjun don’t touch me

♤ playlist ♤

masterlist

choi yeonjun.

a twenty-one year-old fashion superstar, one of the most sought-after models in the industry, the ceo of his own modelling agency, young, suave, intimidating; choi yeonjun was a lot of things, you had learned in your time working for him. in your eyes, his most admirable trait was that he was no-bullshit. you couldn’t sugarcoat anything with him, and you appreciated not being forced to tiptoe around the truth in order to save his feelings. he didn’t seem to even have feelings, really. you don’t think you’d seen him smile fully more than twice.

and as fashion month, one of the most important months in his — well, in any model’s — career, raced closer, you knew that wrenching a smile from the man was akin to mission impossible. at least your job was to book him for events and to make sure he remained on-schedule, not to find ways to make him grin. you were an assistant, not a damn clown (though some of your friends would say otherwise).

but back to your job, the current reason why he presently invaded your thoughts. 

Keep reading

[chi-hoon]

› SUB!JISU X DOM!READER (GENDER NEUTRAL)

› WARNINGS: SMUT, ORAL (M RECEIVING), BONDAGE, EDGING

jisu’s wrists were tied together as you suck him off. you take half of his length to your mouth, twirling your tongue around his member, while your hand pumps the lower half. he wanted to grip on your hair or head and fuck your mouth but he was incapable of moving except for his lower body.

you gag when he thrusts into your mouth, his full length reaching your throat, to which you place your hands in his hips to put him in place.  you drag your tongue slowly upwards and lick the tip when you’ve reached it, keeping your eyes in contact with his half-lidded ones.

“i- i’m close, y/n. just let me cum already.” jisu whines immediately when his cock feels the cold air, missing the hot breath from your mouth.

“where are your manners? say please.” you lean back and playfully flick his hard cock, smirking when you hear him whimper from your action.

“fuck- please, y/n, i want to cum already. please, please, please.” he throws his head back and his legs shaking from impatience.

“that wasn’t so hard, was it? let me reward you for being a good boy.”

you take his cock back in your mouth, bobbing your head up and down, not missing any spot. he turns into a moaning mess again, much louder because he is nearing his orgasm once again. you feel his cock twitch in your mouth and his cum splatters in your mouth. the sight of his cum dripping past your pretty lips was so dirty, messy, but it turned him on so much.

[chi-hoon]

first time with wish

›　KWAK DAWIT X F!READER ›　WARNINGS: CURSING, SMUT ; VANILLA SEX, VIRGINITY LOSS (BOTH VIRGINS), FINGERING, EXPLICIT PROTECTED SEX ›　WC: 1.5K ›　A/N: reposted from justkeums to this blog! (separating sfw and nsfw content) this is probably the first nsfw epex content out there for the only legal member… so im nervous- but whatever. you can choose not to read it if you’re uncomfortable about it :>

you are each other’s first love, and you’re both sure that you’re also going to be each other’s last love. the two of you have been together for a while now, and you have felt that it’s about time to take another step in the relationship.

the sexual desire you felt started during your makeout sessions that grew more intense. you instinctively move yourself towards his lap. both of your hands reached places that you’ve once been shy about, but now, it seems like that fear and hesitation were gone. when he heard you moan in his touch for the first time, both of your eyes fluttered open. you stared at each other for a second before turning away and awkwardly ending your makeout session.

after that moment, your mind gives you dirty thoughts at the most random moments. when you see him sweat after working out, you wonder if he would sweat as much as when he’s thrusting inside you. afterward, you felt a wet feeling down your underwear.

it hasn’t been also easy for dawit. ever since that moment, even when you’re wearing any type of clothing, his eyes would scan your body as if he was undressing you. the hardest part is trying to hide his growing bulge in his pants whenever he suddenly gets turned on.

after a few days of pining, dawit’s the first to break this sexual tension between the two of you and you confess that you feel the same. you both feel relieved and thrilled at the same time.

“are you sure about this?” dawit asks you for the hundredth time. he really wants you to feel safe and not forced in any way.

“yes. i’m sure because i love you and i trust you.” you enclose his hands in between yours and he flips your hands to interlock his fingers with yours.

“i love you too. and if you ever feel uncomfortable midway, tell me to stop. this is also my first time so i’m not really sure if i’m doing it right.” you give him a comforting smile while stroking his face.

the two of you start it off with kissing that soon turned into open-mouthed ones. you wrap your arms around his neck for support while his hands creep up beneath your shirt. his hands ghost through your sides and back. he lays you down the bed gently, with him on top. his lips start to travel down to your neck and you let out a low moan when you feel him sucking a certain spot. hearing you like that makes him grind towards your core. he doesn’t have to worry about that after hearing you moan loudly at the friction. even before, you have always loved his neck kisses during your makeout sessions.

“more.” you beg him, almost inaudible from your heavy breathes.

“gladly.” he softly chuckles at the sight of you being so vulnerable.

he has never seen you like this before and it turns him on even more. he grinds on you again, even harder, making him feel the budding wetness in your core.

“dawit- ah! please, take it off.” you tug at the hem of his pants, desperate to feel him more.

he was also starting to get annoyed with it because he wants to feel you raw, skin to skin. he strips down to his underwear and helps you pull your bottoms down. you hesitate in taking off your bra for a second and he respectfully waits for you.

“can i?” he looks at your breasts and to you. you nod and lie back down on the bed to show that you’re giving consent.

dawit leans down, taking one at his hand and the other with his mouth. he plays with it using his fingers, twisting and pinching it lightly, while his tongue twirls around the other one and sucks it sweetly. your mind goes crazy at the sensation. he’s just damn good at using his tongue. you grind at his hard-on, missing the contact down there. he groans at your action. with both of your pants gone, you feel his member more on your clit, making his underwear stained with .

“shit- let’s do it, babe.”

“yes, please.” you nod, eager to take him inside you.

you watch him take off his underwear, revealing his dick already hard and standing tall. it’s your first time seeing his dick in clad glory. seeing his size and girth only made you want him more inside you. he felt a bit shy when you stare at it, but totally forgets about it when he sees how soaked you are in your underwear. you let him remove it, dragging it down your legs.

“you’re this wet for me?” you whimper at his touch as his fingers run through your folds with his middle finger teasing your entrance. he feels proud at his work of art and his cock twitches at the thought of it pushing inside you, but he didn’t want to scare or hurt you.

“have you touched yourself before?”

“yes.” you shyly reply. the thought of you masturbating because of him turned him on more.

“i’ll insert my finger. tell me if it hurts.”

his index finger went in easily inside you halfway because of how wet you are. you gasp at the weird feeling but you enjoyed it. then he slowly pushes it deeper inside you and pumps it slowly.

“dawit… it feels good,” he takes it as his go signal to insert his middle finger.

his fingers start picking up its pace. you whine out his name in pleasure. his lips find its way back to yours, swallowing your moans while his fingers do the work down there. you almost cum when you felt him curl his fingers inside you, clenching around his fingers.

“dawit, i’m getting close.” you cry out. you were so wet that your juices started dripping down to the sheets.

“fuck, babe, don’t come yet. do it when i’m inside you.” he pulls out his fingers, leaving you to whine in disappointment.

he hurries to reach for a condom and wraps his shaft with it. he gives his cock a few pumps and rubs the tip of his cock at your entrance before slowly pushing it inside. you wince at the pain as he cautiously pushes all of it inside. he’s finally buried deep in you.

“sorry if this hurts. i’ll start moving if you say so.” his eyes focus on you, making sure that you’re okay. he grunts as he feels you clench tightly around his member, trying to be familiar with the feeling.

“move.” he only stares at you. you give him a reassuring smile. “yes, i’m sure i’m fine.”

“tell me to stop if it hurts.” he says before leaning down to kiss you while he thrusts his cock in a slow pace.

it hurts in his first pushes, but once your insides have been stretched enough, the pleasure kicks in. dawit notices it when you start to moan more and you buckle your hips to meet his thrust.

“i’ll make you feel good.” he leaves a wet kiss in your cheek and you wrap your arms around him to push his body closer to you, the sweat of your bodies coming in contact. he intertwines your hands together on the side as he starts pushing in a normal pace.

soon enough the two of you are moaning in chorus as he thrusts in you faster and deeper. the sound of skin slapping mixed with your moans echoed the room. your nails dig his back, turning it red, when he hits a certain spot continuously. the knot in your stomach while he fingered you earlier came back, pushing you into the edge much further.

“dawit, i- i’m close… ah!” you let out a loud moan as your orgasm finally hit you.

“fuck, you’re so hot.”

the feeling of your juices around him turned him on more. his thrusts become sloppy and he breathes heavily as he tries to reach his high. he whines out your name with a final deep thrust, his cum filling the condom. he takes his cock out of you and removes the condom, tying the the condom and throwing it on the trash bin beside the bed.

you are sprawled out on the bed, still relishing the moment of ecstasy. dawit uses all of his energy left to stand up and reach for the tissues in the bathroom to clean you and himself. your half-lidded eyes stare at him lovingly. he never forgets to take care of you even in this kind of moment.

“cuddle with me before we shower.” you slightly move to the other side of the bed, giving him space.

he grins at you. it’s kind of funny to him how you were a hot mess earlier and now you’re back to being his baby. he lies down again and he scoops you closer to him, making you lean on his chest.

“did i do great?”

you snort at his question. “of course, baby. i always love it if it’s from you.”

“i love you so much.” he hugs you tight and presses a kiss on your forehead. “can i confess something?”

“you want to do it again?”

“how did you know?”

“because i want it too.” you giggle and peck his lips. right there, he swears that he just fell in love with you again.

[chi-hoon]

hi! it's lois from keumverse (i fb through this acc!) and justkeums (main writing, sfw blog!)

i made a separate page for my smut writings, hard hours, and reblogs of nsfw/smut imagines page!

still the same, i only write for the legal line of enhypen, epex, and to1.

not accepting requests rn but will start writing soon!

thank you ♡