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just curious! are you going to write a maknae line for the attention seeking scenarios? they are soooo good!! i ate them up ngl lol.

hehe thank uuuu!!!! i’m glad u enjoyed them 💗💗💗

idk should i? i’m not sure how many people would be keen 😭

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park sunghoon — you wanted my attention? then take it

a/n: as you can tell, i'm insanely soft for hoonie<33 my baby frfr

pairing: sunghoon x fem!reader

warning: SMUT!, derogative language (c!nt), oral, sub!hoonie, brat-tamer!reader, lil foot action but it's not bad i pinky promise, fingering, lots of spit

w.c: 1.8k

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“If Va and Vx are the voltages at the inverting and the non-inverting terminals of the op-amp–”

Thwack! 

You look to your left, the fox plushie that sits on your bed sprawled across the floor after being thrown at the back of your chair. Rather than turning around, you huff and rewind the lecture. Choosing to pay no mind to the whine coming from behind.

Sunghoon, on the other hand, falls back onto the bed, groaning when his latest attempt to get your attention fails. He doesn’t mean to be annoying–oh, who was he kidding? Of course, he does. He wants some attention, but you’re hell-bent on not giving him anything.

“…the voltages at the inverting and the non-inverting terminals–”

“Baby,” Sunghoon calls out. “Baby, angel, sweetheart, my love.”

You’re trying, you really are. You have an exam in two days, and all you have to do is get through these final lectures, and then you can move on to finalising your notes. So, it’s safe to say you’re on a strict schedule.

What you hadn’t accounted for, however, was your needy boyfriend constantly vying for your attention.

Had this been any other situation, you would have indulged Sunghoon a little, loving the way your boyfriend preens under the attention. Plus, there’s nothing more stress-relieving than going a few rounds.

But unfortunately, you’d severely underestimated how many modules you had to cover, so now you’re working several hours a day to make up for it. This means having your head down and watching copious amounts of lectures and tutorials online to explain what the hell electrical systems are.

Sunghoon knows this. In fact, he helped you organise said schedule. But he also included some much-needed ‘stress-relief’ time. Yet, the next time he looked, it was gone. Like, the audacity?

“Baby? Hey, baby?”

Back to your current problem. Your patience was wearing thin, and there’s only so much you can take before you snap. And with the way you’re rewinding the same part of the lecture repeatedly, it isn’t going to be pretty.

Pressing your hands to your headphones, you pray to every deity out there that Sunghoon gets the hint and shuts up. But, alas, who are you kidding? This is Park Sunghoon, a man who rarely knows when to give up.

You hear the bedsheets rustling, and before you can even think of glancing over, Sunghoon spins your chair around. Your faces are inches apart, and you’re momentarily struck with how utterly beautiful your boyfriend is.

Then all the annoyance and anger bubbles to the surface, and you burst.

“Are you fucking kidding me?” You yell, tossing the headphones onto your table carelessly. You push up from the chair, crowding into Sunghoon’s space, who looks shocked to hear you raise your voice. “You couldn’t wait, what? 10 minutes for me to finish my lecture? Are you that desperate for my attention?”

Sunghoon’s looking at you, mouth dropped open, and there’s a faint blush on his cheeks. He looks cute like this. But then you watch that blush trail down his neck, onto his exposed chest. Then suddenly you become aware of how your boyfriend is dressed. A black low-cut shirt, exposing his broad shoulders and toned chest. But his jeans interest you the most, especially after noticing how tight they are around the crotch.

Did he get hard after I called him desperate? Fuck.

“God, aren’t you a little pathetic, Hoonie?”

Sunghoon turns away at the nickname, mind still trying to comprehend his bodily reaction and refusing to look at you. He can feel how hot his skin is getting under all the attention. The attention he was begging for a second ago.

“What?” You step closer, hands itching to grab Sunghoon’s face and force him to look your way. “Isn’t this what you wanted? My eyes on you?”

Sunghoon fiddles with the hem of his shirt, tugging it down to try and cover his raging hard-on from further embarrassing him. You merely watch, feeling the residual anger from earlier rear its head at the movement.

“Are you sorry, baby?”

The speed at which Sunghoon’s head turns to face you makes you smile. Finally, you’ve got your pretty boyfriend’s eyes on you. They’re wide and almost black with how dilated his pupils are. He nods a little, and God, you want to ruin him.

“Good. Get on your knees.”

There’s no hesitation as Sunghoon kneels.

He’s looking pretty, staring up at you through his lashes, bottom lip caught between his teeth. You tap your socked foot between Sunghoon’s legs, smiling down when he spreads his legs apart. Sitting down on your chair, you revel in the way Sunghoon’s eyes refuse to move from you, transfixed and never looking away.

Lifting your foot up, your smile turns sinister as you press your heel into Sunghoon’s crotch, watching him groan. His eyes flutter closed, hands gripping your ankle tightly and nails digging into the flesh.

Sliding a hand over your sweats, you push your palm against your core, flinching at the heat that rolls through you. Sunghoon’s features twist as you dig your heel further down into the denim. You pull your foot back once you notice Sunghoon rutting his hips up, tsking loudly.

“Please…” Sunghoon whimpers, eyes glazed over as they plead with you.

You spread your legs apart, sliding down and closer to the edge of the chair. “Come here.”

It’s a little funny watching Sunghoon scoot forward on his knees, hands reaching out for your thighs as leverage. He pulls himself forward, nestling himself between your open legs. Sunghoon’s fingers grip your legs, sliding down to your ankles one again.

You lean forward, reaching and gripping Sunghoon’s chip. You pull him closer and whisper, “Open.”

Sunghoon’s jaw slackens, and you slide two fingers into the awaiting mouth, prodding his tongue and reaching further back. You smile, hearing Sunghoon gag, fingers pulling back before sliding deeper.

“Now, show me how sorry you are.”

You slide your wet fingers across Sunghoon’s cheek, loving how messy he looks. Oh, this is just the beginning.

Lifting your hips up, you pull your sweatpants and underwear off, dragging them down your legs at an excruciating pace before tossing them to the side. You grip Sunghoon’s hair, pulling him closer by the dark roots.

Leaning forward, Sunghoon’s hands grip your thighs, spreading them apart before flicking the tip of his tongue against your clit, eyes never leaving yours.

“Don’t fucking tease.”

Without wasting another second, Sunghoon flattens his tongue, sliding it through your folds. His eyes flutter closed as he moans at the taste. Hands gripping the meat of your thigh harder, pulling you impossibly close.

Looking down at Sunghoon, you watch as he wraps his lips around your pussy and sucks. Deep. The wet heat of his mouth has you feeling dizzy.

How long has it been since they’ve done this? You almost feel bad when your mind comes up blank.

You’re taken out of your thoughts when Sunghoon’s fingers prod at your entrance, eyes peering up at you.

“You look so good, Hoonie, so fucking good eating my pussy like that,” you groan, hand gripping the armrest so hard your knuckles turn white.

Sunghoon moans, pushing his face further into your cunt. He can’t get enough. You taste so good, he feels like he could live in between your legs forever. Sunghoon can feel his cock twitching in his pants, can feel the wet patch on his underwear rubbing against his sensitive skin.

Sliding his fingers into you, Sunghoon can’t help but pull away to watch your heat envelope his digits. Watching them sink into you like you’re made for it–made for him.

Your hips push down on his fingers, impatient, and Sunghoon watches. He notices the way they twitch, the way your chest heaves, and sees your half-lidded eyes staring at him, begging for more.

You grind your pussy against Sunghoon’s mouth, using his face as a personal sex toy.

“Fuck, Hoon, your mouth feels like heaven.” Your mind is whirring with your approaching orgasm; you were about to lose it. “Keep going…”

Pulling off, Sunghoon catches his breath before sliding closer to your spread legs. He slips his fingers out of you before grabbing your thighs and pulling them over his shoulders.

The next second, Sunghoon’s got his tongue lapping at your cunt, tongue flicking incessantly against your clit. He slides two fingers back in you, building up a steady rhythm to bring you close again. Your pussy pulls him in, sucking his fingers into you. Sunghoon’s eyes never move from your face, watching you pant above him out of control.

He reaches over and yanks your top up, watching the way your tits bounce on your chest. Sunghoon’s hand reaches over and grips your breast, finger flicking your nipples, before pinching and pulling exactly the way you like.

Sunghoon’s jaw hurts from the way he’s got his mouth pressed against you. He can feel the spit being pushed out of his mouth, dribbling down his jaw and neck, and soaking into the hem of his shirt.

He can feel how wet his face is. Cum and spit sticking all over, making an absolute mess. But Sunghoon can only moan, eyes fluttering closed as his fingers thrust ruthlessly into you, lips sucking your clit in the way he knows will have your unravelling.

“Hoonie, fuck! Don’t stop, I’m gonna cum!”

He doesn’t. He can’t possibly stop. Not when he watches your back arch, your hips pushing his face further into your cunt. His nose is pressed against your clit as he laps hungrily into you. Your pussy is tightening around him, and in seconds, he feels your orgasm crash into you.

Your moans are melodic to him, motivating him to keep going. His tongue flicks at your clit, fingers still pumping into you, watching your body writhe with oversensitivity.

“Ah! God, Hoon!” You moan, gripping his hair so tightly you’re afraid it hurts. But you can’t help it; your orgasm washes over you. You rub against his face, hand pushing him into your cunt, the other working your nipple between your fingers.

Sunghoon’s fingers slow and slide out, face eventually moving away from your throbbing pussy. He can feel the cum splaying all over his face, his own spit dripping down his chin.

You collapse onto your chair, hissing at the feeling of Sunghoon’s fingers sliding out of you.

You look down to watch Sunghoon lick his fingers clean.

You tilt your head. “I’ve never seen you prettier than when you’re covered in my cum.”

Lifting yourself up, you lean forward to tug at Sunghoon’s jeans, only to be stopped. Looking up, you notice the sheepish way your boyfriend turns from you, ears tinged red.

Holy shit.

“Hoonie, you’re so hot, what the fuck?”

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i have a hoonie fic that’s ready to be posted!! woohoo for me actually writing again lol

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hyung line - when you want his attention while he's on the phone

summary: you're just a little desperate for attention, and you're willing to do anything for it... even if your boyfriend is on a very important work call.

a/n: reupload bc they lowk got my ass n hid this 💔💔 pairing: enha hyung line x fem!reader warning: SMUT!, corporate!enha hyung line, derogative language (c!nt), oral, unprotected sex, voyeur, public-ish sex, a mention of a foot, cursing, lil dub-con w.c: 1.5k

Heeseung

“Well, I’ll be in the office quite late, so there shouldn’t be a problem with finishing it.”

Heeseung’s playing with the papers on his desk, a contract awaiting his signature. He knows it’s important, but it’s 3 hours past work hours and he’s finding it difficult to concentrate on the vital information dump. 

Nonetheless, he tries his best. Soon enough, he finds himself absorbed in hearing what his colleague says regarding a business deal they’re both working on. 

He’s so distracted, he almost misses you walking in. 

Almost. 

It’s hard to miss you when you’re in the lingerie set he brought you back from his business meeting in London. You look beautiful. Heeseung leans back on his chair, hand gripping the armrest as he shifts his legs forward to relieve the pressure of his growing erection. 

The set was something he noticed in the shop window of a high-end sex store. Heeseung imagined your beautiful body gripped tight by the material of the lingerie. He hadn’t even hesitated to buy it, disregarding the quadruple-digit price tag entirely. The lingerie was barely concealing anything. Mesh and lace exactly hugging your skin the way Heeseung knew it would. God, he’s drooling. 

“Well, the client needs to confirm the fee estimate before we can get started. But he’s barely responding…”

The voice of his colleague flows in one ear and out the other, his attention solely on the way you stroll into his room. His breath hitches when you drop onto your knees in front of him. 

“Pay attention to your call, Hee. It must be important.” You’re being cheeky. Lips pulled into an innocent smile like you’re not working to unbuckle his belt. 

Heeseung’s straining through his slacks, his grip on the armrest of his chair tightening as you palm his cock. 

“Heeseung?”

His attention gets drawn back by the call of his name. “Yes?”

“Were you listening?”

“Sorry,” Heeseung chuckles, a hand going to grip the back of your head as you mouth at his cock through his underwear. “Just got a bit distracted there, what did you say?”

“I was saying…”

The call drifts out of his mind, his phone dangling precariously in his fingers. His business partner continues to update him on something- Heeseung doesn’t care. All he cares about is the warmth your wet mouth provides as you suck his cock down your throat. 

Jongseong

You’d been acting up. Whined and tugged at Jay to give you attention while he answered an important work call. 

You were being a brat. 

Jay wasn’t so nice when you acted out. So, now you’re on all fours, being pounded by your boyfriend from behind. A hand firmly covering your mouth to prevent any noise from coming out, less the person on the other end hearing how Jay makes your head spin. 

He’s relentless with his thrusts, a hand pushes your back into a deeper curve, and the other holds a phone to his ear. He’s responding with a steady voice, one that doesn’t give away the way he’s got you unravelling on his cock. 

“Actually,” Jay cuts the other person off, slowing down his thrusts and pushing in deeper. “Can you relay that to my assistant, she’ll be much better at ensuring this job gets completed.” 

You’re barely paying attention, the new pace making you drool from how deep your boyfriend is going. 

“She’s here right now, let me pass you to her.”

Without hesitation, Jay leans forward pushing deeper into you and puts his phone against your ear. You begin to panic as Jay shows no signs of stopping. What the actual fuck is he thinking?

“Hello?”

Fuck, Fuck, Fuck!

“Go on, love,” Jay’s voice is low as he speaks to you, careful to not let it get caught by the phone’s microphone. “Answer him.”

You grip the phone hard against your ear, trying to breathe deeply to steady your voice before responding, “Yes, h-hello, I’m Jay’s assistant. Please c-continue.”

The voice on the other end filters in and Jay’s being kinder and slowing down his thrusts, hips resting against your ass as he pushes shallowly into you. You’re thankful that he wasn’t being heartless, and you try your hardest to listen to what’s being said. 

But before long, your hand slaps against your mouth as Jay pushes your back as deep as it curves and grips your hips and thrusts in so deep, you see stars. Jay begins a brutal pace, uncaring of how hard you’re trying to be quiet. 

You’re absolutely fucked. 

Jaeyun

He should be listening to his colleague on the other end of the call. This was an important business deal that would cost his company thousands if he fucks it up. 

But you’re right in front of him with two fingers deep in your cunt, and his attention was otherwise occupied. There’s no way his eyes, let alone mind, could drift from the way you play with your pretty pussy.

You’re spread out on his desk, one leg up and the other hanging between his own. The heel of your foot presses against his hard-on, the pressure not being enough for his cock. His hips subconsciously grind up into it, his slacks straining against his thighs at the motion.

“Will you be in tomorrow? I want us to delegate some tasks to the team.”

Jake hums absentmindedly, lips tucked between his teeth as you slip your fingers out and lead them up to your mouth. He tries his best not to groan into the receiver as you lick your fingers clean, spit dribbling out your mouth in an obscene mess. 

Fuck this. 

He puts his phone on speaker and places it on the other end of his desk. With his now free hands, he grabs your hips and pulls you closer to the edge of his table and immediately shoves his face in between your thighs, desperate to taste your sweet cunt. 

Your thighs wrap around his head, hands gripping his hair tightly as his tongue flicks against your clit and slides against you. His fingers creep up your leg making you shiver. You're straining hard to be quiet, biting onto the palm you've clasped over your mouth.

Jake's fingers circle your hole, huffing out a laugh when your whole body jerks at his teasing, and slides two in. He works two digits into your cunt, cum squelching as he pushes in deep. His mouth is back on your clit, sucking the sensitive nub into his mouth, loving the way you tense in his hold.

“Jake, you there? What was that sound?”

Parting from your clit, Jake still fucks his fingers into you. Uncaring of the way you're gripping his dress shirt, eyes squeezed tight as you're nearing closer and closer to orgasm. There's no way he's going to stop now.

“Yeah,” Jake sighed, his voice strained. “I'm listening. Just getting ready to head to the gym. Uh- stretching and stuff.”

“oh, okay… anyways-"

Jake doesn't hesitate to get his mouth onto your cunt just as you shake in his hold, cumming straight on his tongue. So worth it.

Sunghoon

Sunghoon’s barely paying attention to his boss in the other line as it is, but the moment you walk in with the cute loungewear set he bought you, his attention entirely zeros in on you. 

The shorts are tiny and ride up your thighs as you walk towards him. There’s a cheeky smile on your face, and Sunghoon should know by now that’s never a good sign. But really, he can’t find his attention deterring from how glorious your legs look. 

With no words being exchanged, you perch yourself on his lap. Sunghoon’s free arm immediately wraps around your waist, and he pulls you in close. He stretches his arm out with the phone so the microphone doesn’t pick up the chaste kiss he leaves on your lips.

“Hi there, darling.”

Sunghoon is infatuated with you, eyes never straying away from your face. He can’t find himself caring about the possible reprimanding he’ll get tomorrow for not listening to his boss’ instructions. His girl is in his lap, looking unbelievably gorgeous and grinding down into his half-hard cock. 

Wait. 

His mind short-circuits as you continue to roll your hips, a devious smile on your face as you watch Sunghoon’s reactions. 

You pull his pants down until they’re halfway down his thighs, gripping his cock to stroke him a few times. Sunghoon’s hips jump at the contact, thighs tensing at the feeling. 

You eventually lift yourself up with Sunghoon’s help, pulling your shorts to the side to show your dripping cunt. No panties. Good God. 

Your hips circle the tip of his cock, teasing. He hisses when you slide down on his cock, you’re tight and so, so warm it has his head tossing back in pleasure. 

“Sorry? What was that, Sunghoon?”

His boss’ voice filters through and Sunghoon has to remind himself he’s actually on a phone call. But the way you’re rolling your hips in his lap is making it a difficult task to remember. 

“Ah, sorry, I just got a paper cut,” he lets out a fake chuckle, gripping your ass harder. 

You continue to bounce on his cock and Sunghoon continues to lose his mind.

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i fear i’m gonna have to post it again THEY CANT GET ME AGAIN

brah my hyung line pov has been flagged… do they hate me

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brah my hyung line pov has been flagged… do they hate me

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lee heeseung

✧ birthday boy — boyfriend texts + drabble

wc: 2.2k — fluff, smut

summary: it’s heeseung’s birthday, and you’re determined to make it special. from setting up the venue to his favourite cake - you are determined to make it the most memorable party he has ever had. his thank you was just a cherry on top.

park jongseong (jay)

N/A

sim jaeyun (jake)

N/A

park sunghoon

✧ hush — drabble

wc: 0.5k — smut

summary: you and sunghoon have never gotten along—snide remarks, cold glares, and constant bickering defined your relationship. but what happens when you find yourself bending over for said enemy to have his way with you?

kim sunoo

N/A

yang jungwon

N/A

hyung line

✧ when you want his attention but he’s on the phone

wc: 1.5k — smut

summary: you're just a little desperate for attention, and you're willing to do anything for it... even if your boyfriend is on a very important work call.

enhypen

✧ when you accidentally sent them a nude — smut, fluff

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enhypen - when you accidentally send them a nude

summary: you were barely paying attention when you hit send, only for your whole world to unravel in front of you. what happens when you send an inappropriate picture that was definitely not for your best friend...

a/n: LONG TIME NO SEE FOLKS!!! a lot has happened in the last few months, which took me away from this acc, but i'm BACK!! <3 pairing: enha x fem!reader warning: suggestive, nothing toooooo bad... , cursing, blurred lewds lol w.c: N/A

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his fingers are so long and pretty,, i wonder how they’d feel insi-[GUNSHOTS]

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lee heeseung — birthday boy

summary: it’s heeseung’s birthday, and you’re determined to make it special. from setting up the venue to his favourite cake - you are determined to make it the most memorable party he has ever had. his thank you was just a cherry on top.

a/n: a belated birthday fic for my baby!! THERES A DRABBLE AT THE END BTW!! hope you enjoy ;) pairing: heeseung x fem!reader warnings: the texts r fluffy, w a lil bit of smut heh, lots of kissing!!, clothed humping lol, fingering, oral f!receiving, hee is a muncher, overstimulation, lil bit of dirty talk, p in v, unprotected sex whoops w.c: 2.2k

“Did you like it?”

Heeseung hums, nestling deeper into the crevice between your jaw and neck.

You had gotten home from the party, all numb limbs and sweaty bodies, Both tiredly shuffling into the cramped shower stall. By the time you’d gotten out and ready for bed, it was already 3:15am. You both flopped unceremoniously onto the bed, shuffling to get under the covers.

Exhaustion seeps into your bones, the night long and wearying. Not by the party itself, per se, but the events leading up to it. Your phone had rung non-stop as people bombarded it with questions ranging from where they could park to whether the cake was gluten-free. By the time Heeseung had arrived, there was a small pounding at the back of your head.

You had booked a small venue to hold all of Heeseung’s friends. But, the owners wouldn’t let you come in early to decorate, so you’d rallied Jungwon and Sunoo to help with the mere hour they’d given you.

Glinting fairy lights and strings of balloons donned the walls, a huge banner hung up at the bar depicting a baby Heeseung with a drawn-on party hat - courtesy of Jaeyun. You had even gone out of your way to find baby pictures to play a slideshow on the two separate screens displayed at the venue. Scouring his parents’ baby books and various photos hung up around his family home.

By the time the party started, all the decorations were up and the food and drinks were sorted, everything fell right into place. Seeing Heeseung’s surprised face as he entered the venue was well worth the stress you endured.

He had come to you immediately, scooped you up in a hug and spun you around, giggling about how amazed he was and how happy he was that you’d done something like this for him. You couldn’t help the giddy feeling that arose as he spew gratitude to his ‘beautiful girlfriend’ during his birthday speech.

Now that you were home and all danced-out, you couldn’t help but relive the night and all its glorious moments.

“You did amazing, baby. Worked that little butt off to make me the happiest man there.”

Heeseung’s lips stretch into a smile, tickling your neck, dropping a sweet kiss at the base of your throat. He peppers the skin there with tiny kisses, squirming on top of you as you giggle.

One particular kiss has your breath hitching. One accompanied with his tongue laving at the skin. Heeseung sucks at the skin softly, making his way up the column of your throat.

“Heeseung…” you whimper, hands grip at his shoulders as you tilt your head. He takes your invitation and pushes himself against you harder, the outline of his hard cock pressing against your thigh.

Hands wander down your body, slipping under your pyjama top and gripping your waist. You could feel the heat growing between your bodies. The way your heart beat faster and breathing got shallower. The feeling of dreaminess clouding your being as you felt like you were floating at the gentle caress of Heeseung’s hands.

“Should I thank you for your hard work?”

Pressing up against him, you let out a breathless moan, “Please.”

Lifting slightly, Heeseung makes quick work of your top, tossing it behind him before diving down to trail kisses down your chest. His hands squeeze at your breasts, forefingers flick at your already hard nipples. The sensation makes you buck your hips into him, seeking any sort of friction to calm the restlessness you feel itching at your skin.

You like when Heeseung takes his time. He gives every inch of you and your body attention, paying mind to how your body reacts - what things you like and those you don’t. Yet right now, he’s moving far too slow. You think he enjoys torturing you just a little bit. Likes watching you wriggle around for any sort of touch where you need it most.

Slot between your legs, Heeseung stares up you with hooded eyes as he leans down and swipes his tongue against your nipple. Your body arches, hand gripping the back of his head to push him further down into your chest. Heeseung takes his time, lips smear with his own spit as he obscenely sucks and drools all of your tits. His hands knead at the other, ensuring neither is unattended to for very long.

He was driving you mad.

“Fuck,” cursing, Heeseung grinds down into the bed, his cock hard and strains against his boxers. “You did so well for me today, love. Worked so hard to make me happy, didn’t you?”

At his words he trails a hand down to press roughly against your core. He feels the dampness settling between your thighs through your shorts, nipping tenderly at your nipple. Heeseung presses the heel of his palm where he knows your clit is and grinds it against you.

Your head tosses back into the pillows and you moan unabashedly as you press up into his palm. Your cunt now soaked merely by the feeling of Heeseung’s teeth scraping against your nipples and his hand pressing deeply between your thighs. Why you felt so on edge already was mystifying. You had a feeling the weariness from earlier aided to heighten your senses, making you particularly reactive to Heeseung’s advances.

To be honest, Heeseung could probably get off to watching you alone. He’s so hard between his legs, aching as he watches your body writhe in his hold as he presses against you harder.

“Good girl. Already so close and I haven’t even touched you properly yet.”

You groan, hiding your face in your pillow, embarrassed at how true his words were. Your hips stutter as you notice Heeseung watching in your peripheral. Three years and the way Heeseung watches you unravel yourself by his own doing will always make you shy. It’s like he’s completely absorbed into watching your every reaction, how you body moves and reacts to his touch.

The extra attention and the pressure between your legs spurs you on. Your hips grind harder against his palm, your cunt dampening your shorts as you chase your high. Heeseung’s mouth is back against your chest, playing with your nipples in a way that has you mewling. Heeseung’s palm presses a tad harder, the pressure going straight against your clit. With eyes still trained on you, Heeseung fondles your chest and watches as your body suddenly goes taunt, a low moan slipping out as you shudder through your orgasm.

“That’s it, baby, ride it out for me,” Heeseung coos, tucking strands of hair behind your ear and gently caressing the side of your face as you come down. “You’re doing so well.”

Your orgasm left your body hypersensitive. The deft fingers inching down your torso, the palm now splayed flat against your hip - all of it felt heightened.

With a knowing smile, Heeseung presses two fingers against your covered core. Your whole body flinches, letting out a shocked gasp as Heeseung continues to slowly circle his fingers right where your clit is.

He’s sadistic. Heeseung couldn’t help but derive pleasure from watching your overstimulated body writhe this way and that from his ministrations.

Heeseung pulls back, giving you room to calm down. He reaches down to his boxers and palms the uncomfortable hardness. He can’t help but groan as he savours the image of your body covered in small bruises and your puffy nipples that stood erect from his mouth.

You look beautiful.

“Hee,” your voice calls out to him, hands reach out to cradle his face with a look of pure adoration. “Please, I want you.”

He can’t contain the groan at your words, his dick throbs in his hand.

He pulls out of his boxers and turns to take your shorts off, enjoying the way they stick to your pussy, a string of cum connecting them.

Without thinking, Heeseung spreads your folds and leans in and licks a stripe against your cunt. Moaning at the taste, Heeseung begins flicking the tip of his tongue against your clit, relishing in the unrestrained sounds you let out at the feeling.

Heeseung lifts your legs to press them against your chest, leaving you entirely exposed to his mouth. He pushes his face into your pussy, groaning as cum smears against his face as he swipes his head from side to side, tongue flicking out and catching on your clit.

Fingers inch closer to your hole, the tip presses gently before sliding in with ease. The slick pouring from within you help. The squelching sound as he pulls in and out has him stifling a moan, loving the way you squirm beneath him.

“Ah, ah-Heeseung!”

He could tell you were getting close with the way you grip the fabric of his comforter, your hips lift to press his mouth deeper into your pussy. Heeseung pulls his fingers out momentarily to press the wetness onto your clit, moving his fingers quickly side-to-side just as you like, before he thrusts them back into you. His mouth covers your clit, sucking and flicking as you rode out your high - your second orgasm of the night.

Heeseung couldn’t help but keep taking in the taste of your cunt even as you shudder through oversensitivity. His tongue pushes into your hole to encase his tastebuds entirely.

“God, Heeseung, please,” you begged, tears edging your waterline, “Please fuck me, I need you inside me right now!”

Groaning, Heeseung pulls down his boxers and kicks them off to the end of the bed. He lifts and pulls you towards him. Your legs spread and his hand grips the softness, the other lining his cock with your entrance.

“Ready?”

“If you don’t get in me right now, so help me God-“

Your complaints cease as Heeseung pushes into you, his cock stretching you out so well. His hips meet your pelvis and he leans down to cover your mouth with his own. Sobbing into his mouth, Heeseung’s tongue slips in to swipe against your teeth.

“Fuck!” Heeseung groans and rolls his hips. His cock feels suffocated, wet and warmth surrounding it driving him insane. Your walls were practically sucking him in, trying to milk him of all his cum.

Nails dig into Heeseung’s hands as he starts inching out. Your face was screwed up in pleasure, jaw slack and sweat beading at your forehead. Two orgasms in and your body was thrumming. The need to be filled and stuffed full of Heeseung’s cum, your body was practically calling out for it.

Relaxing into the steady pace Heeseung sets, your body goes lax after a few moments. This lets him pull out with ease. Lets him set a newer, faster pace.

Heeseung pulls out leaving only the tip resting at your entrance, head tilting up to see your face, “Feels good, baby? My cock making you feel good?”

You couldn’t even formulate a response, head sagging against the pillows as your back arches. Your pussy clenched around nothing as Heeseung strokes his tip against your now swollen clit. Your body felt like it was on fire.

Watching your face crumple in displeasure at the emptiness, Heeseung pushes all the way in again, spurred on by the way your nails dig into his shoulders.

After a particularly hard thrust, Heeseung lets go of your thighs and leans down to capture your lips in a deep kiss - hands cupping your heated cheeks. Your legs wrap around his waist, caging him there.

It’s a miraculous feat that you didn’t die right there. Heeseung relentlessly fills you up, pushing a hand up against your lower back forcing it to curve into a delicious arch. His cock pounds into the exact spot that makes you splutter and moan.

“That’s it baby,” Heeseung growls, his voice dipping lower. “Feels good, doesn’t it? Does my pretty girl like it?”

Barely able to say a word, you nod your head weakly a mantra of “yes, yes, yes,” tumbling from your lips. Heeseung revels in it.

He had fucked you completely and utterly dumb.

Leaning back to take in the mess he’s made, Heeseung presses his hand against your lower stomach. The pressure combined with the hard thrusts has your back bend deeper. The new position ensuring that every inch of Heeseung’s length was penetrating your walls, leaving nothing untouched.

The thought alone had you succumbing to the overwhelming pleasure. Your pussy tightening around his thick length, making it difficult for Heeseung to move. And yet he kept pounding into you. Never once letting up as your body trembled through your third orgasm of the night.

“Fuck,” Heeseung moans, his hips continue to slap against you, driving his cock deeper. “I’m gonna cum, baby.”

It was all the warning you got before his hips still, burying deep within you and you physically feel his cock pulse at he fills you to the brim. You felt so full. His head tucked into your neck breathing deep as his body laid lax in your hold. You continue to roll your hips, making him whimper.

Your panting, sweaty bodies lay over one with your and hands clasped. You pepper kisses along Heeseung’s neck, while he runs his hands softly up and down your sides.

You feel floaty as Heeseung pulls out of you, turning onto his side and bringing you in. You snuggle into his arms, and groan at the sticky feeling between your legs, of Heeseung’s cum leaking down your thighs.

“Happy birthday, baby.”

[enhalouv]

AWOOOOOGA

[enhalouv]

park sunghoon — hush

summary: you and sunghoon have never gotten along—snide remarks, cold glares, and constant bickering defined your relationship. but what happens when you find yourself bending over for said enemy to have his way with you?

a/n: hello!! this is my vvv first enha smut so i hope u enjoy,, easing in w a small drabble,, not sure if i wanna expand on this or not but we’ll see hehe pairing: sunghoon x fem!reader warnings: smut, dirty talk, oral (f), slight public sex (not really just the thought), lil enemies action w.c: 0.5k

“Shh, baby, don’t want your friends hearing, do you?”

Sunghoon’s insufferable teasing makes you want to shove him back and leave. But the way his tongue feels on your cunt makes you think otherwise.

He’s got you pushed against the closet door, jeans at your ankles, and his face shoved between your thighs lapping up the wetness that trails down.

It would be best if you weren’t doing this. Your friends are mere metres away from the two of you. One wrong move, one measly sound, and you’d be caught. But the warmth churning in your gut makes you believe you wouldn’t hate the thought.

However, the idea of anyone catching you in such a compromising position with Park Sunghoon, of all people, was a less enticing thought.

Your hand slaps against your face as you try to control your breathing. The way the tip of his tongue flicks relentlessly against your clit, his fingers gripping the plush of your thighs to pry them apart to push his face in impossibly close.

“That’s a good girl, now bend a little more so I can fuck you with my tongue.”

The crude words almost push you over the edge. You arch your back and hear, no- feel the way Sunghoon chuckles at the lewd sight you make.

“Fuck, you taste amazing,” Sunghoon groans, a finger circling your hole, “so fucking wet for me. God, you’re perfect, aren’t you?”

Your face burns at the trail of praises that leave Sunghoon’s mouth, making you feel weaker and weaker. You twist around slightly to try and see him, and the view has you holding a fist to your mouth to trap the obscene moan trying to slip out.

Sunghoon’s glazed-over eyes never averted from your pussy. Like it was some magic fountain dripping gold. His mouth was slathered by your cum, the tip of his tongue poking out. His cheeks are flushed, lips red and swollen.

His mouth moves back to focus on your cunt, unabashedly moaning as he shoves deeper in between your legs. Sunghoon's eyes roll back as he buries his face into your pussy, uncaring of the mess he’s making, sliding his tongue against you to get every glorious drop of your cum. He only pulls back to peer up at the wreck he's made of you.

“So,” Sunghoon hisses at how tight you feel as his finger slips into your dripping cunt, “Fucking,” he refrains from biting into your thigh to stifle the moan at how good you feel just around his finger, “Hot.”

Lapping at your cunt like a man starved, fingers moving deftly to find the spot that makes your knees feel like jelly and your mind fuzzy. There’s not a single coherent thought going through your mind as Sunghoon slips his tongue into your hole and filthily fucks you dumb.

Your head knocks against the door with a thud, but you’re at a point where you don’t even care about being quiet. You can’t fathom what you would do if Sunghoon were to stop worshipping your pussy.

Die, probably.