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heyyy can u make a smut read for jake sim as ur co model, modeling w u for tiffany and co, u both are idols and tiff and co ambassdors and get into dating rumors w each other being called the 4th gen it couple. u guys model for the shoot and then go into a room and do some things can u do that request??

i’m sorry this took so long it’s an amazing idea !

sim jaeyun — “picture perfect”

pairing: idol!s.jy x idol!fem!reader

cw: SMUT, unprotected sex (he pulls out), semi-public sex, implied first time, making out, jake is packing heheh, a little size kink i had to throw in there, implied multiple rounds

not proofread, enjoy! (MDNI)

debuting in the same company as enhypen was already enough drama for you and jake.

you never expected to get the dating rumours you dreaded to hear of, it was more frustrating to hear about it everyday. paparazzi following you everywhere just to catch you with jake, it was exhausting.

i mean, you were just minding your own business and promoting your songs. it got even worse when your managers thought it was such a great idea for you two to do a dance challenge together.

“they’ll love it” and they did. everyone went crazy over it, hybe barely let you two have interactions so this was enough.

the rumours got even worse when you got a phone call one day from your manager telling you that you got scouted to be an ambassador for tiffany & co. you were excited at first but when you arrived at the infamous building, you noticed jake was there too. it didn’t take long before he noticed you too.

he smiled.

his smile is beautiful, it brings you warmth. but at the same time.. his smile brings anyone that same warmth, right?

you both greet each other and wait for your managers. you catch up a bit, laughing together at the rumours. of course you were both aware but it was impossible for you to respond to the rumours, that’s a pretty strict rule when it comes to idols.

“you’ll have to do couple shoots, it’s what the company wants.” the manager comes back, her words ringing over and over in your head.

“really? couple shoots after all the rumours?” you thought. you continue with a sigh, “well this won’t shut them up..”

jake looks pretty unaffected by the whole thing, almost enjoying the words spread by the media. even if they aren’t true, it doesn’t seem to affect him as much as they affect you.

“sweet.” he mumbles through his teeth, enjoying the idea of you doing couple shoots a bit too much.

regardless, you get started on it, wearing your jewelry that you’re supposed to promote, showing it to the camera. you both get in a few close positions, putting your hand up, leaning your head back a bit to show all the sparkly necklaces and bracelets.

the photographer requested you’d both get in a position where jake is hugging you from behind, arm over your shoulder.

you quickly get into position, fixing your hair before grabbing onto his wrist.

you both look at the camera and you try to focus on it but.

he’s so close to you.

you can’t deny it, you love his scent. you love his warmth.

you never wanted this shoot to end. where was this coming from?

after the shoot was done, you smiled at him and thanked him for cooperating with you.

you both looked through the pictures, choosing your favourite ones together.

you suddenly loved the idea to model along with jake, you loved modeling with him, for him.

each time you entered that building you got ready for him.

you didn’t know why you were feeling this way but it’s what you wanted.

after the photos were posted to both your accounts, the fire was about to spread.

“newsflash! y/n and jake are dating!”

you roll your eyes. “how could we be dating, we just did a photoshoot together.”

that logic flies over anyone’s head and it’ll be too late to deny anything. you both subconsciously agreed that you don’t think about dating, the rumour is just persistent enough to be everything you can think about.

your names spread like wildfire over the whole internet, the title “4th gen it couple” paired with them. funny how you were called that even if you weren’t a couple in the first place.

4th gen it couple.

it seemed so important yet so stupid knowing the truth. “more like 4th gen it fake couple” you both joke around.

it came around the time to do another one of those shoots.

you both get dressed and ready.. but when you saw him in a stunning black suit, hair on his face.. you couldn’t stand it anymore.

you felt this burning sensation inside, it was like passion. a sudden passion to have him.

he kept checking you out before the shoot, his eyes touching your plush skin, your pretty face, your pretty lips.

he’d been feeling like this ever since you debuted. he found you the most beautiful woman he’s ever seen.

he was clearly in love. what else could he say? i mean the rumours might as well just be helping his case.

“ready to do this, rumoured boyfriend?” you smile at him, feeling confident.

he smiles back, playfully sticking out his tongue at you. “you know i am, rumoured girlfriend.”

during the photo shoot, you two just got closer and closer. your lips weren’t almost touching just for the picture. there was an energy like a magnet pulling you both in.

you stare at each other, slightly smirking.. completely forgetting about the camera in front of you.

he slowly travels his hand down to your waist, grabbing it gently. you don’t push his hand away, instead you rest your hands on his chest, the rings on your fingers reflecting the studio lights.

the voice of the amazed photographer became a background noise, your ears captivated by the sound of your heart beating out of your chest.

“cut!” the director yelled, making you both snap out of it.

you were about to kiss right there. you felt it.

he releases the grasp on your waist, making you crave more.

the photographer praises you both for your performance and you both shyly thank him, only thinking about how to get out of there together.

suddenly, jake makes a lousy excuse to everyone who tries approaching you on set, grabbing your hand to pull you in a spare makeup room.

you’re a bit stunned, but you’re so determined to get that suit off him and he knows.

he pulls you into that intoxicating kiss, you swore to not pull away until you were satisfied and he seemed to always want more.

you both make out, your kisses more sloppy as time went on. you grab onto his hair to pull his lips in deeper, the taste keeping you addicted.

he keeps a few moans down his throat, the kisses too heated for him to interrupt now.

“i need you.” you mumble through kisses.

“i know baby. i know.” he smiles into the kiss. but then he pushes you back real hard trying to smash his lips onto yours harder.

he succeeds to insert his tongue inside your mouth, only slurping noises being heard throughout that quiet room.

your hands stop at his shirt, tugging on it with all your strength.

“take it off.” you say while breaking the kiss. you wanted to go all out. you didn’t care, let the rumours become reality.

he does exactly as you say. he slowly takes his shirt off and that body is everything you’ll think about from now on. fuck he was so hot. you knew he looked good, but maybe not this good.

you trace his abs with your fingers, enjoying every second of this until he grabs onto your wrists to make you look at him.

“i know you like what you see, let me undress you first. you’ll be looking at my abdomen as i pound into you anyway.” he smirks. oh he knows too damn well what he’s doing to you.

your mind almost collapses hearing his words.

you try to get back on track, not wanting to keep him waiting. you nod at his request as your stomach is dancing within you.

he drags his fingertips all over your body, giving you shivers down your spine.

he stops at your top to take it off, exposing your bra. he seems captivated already, slowly moving his hands up to cup your breasts, looking at you for reassurance.

you bite your lip at him and start begging him to touch you already.

he takes your bra off, already touching and pinching at your breasts. you let out quiet moans that he absolutely adores, leaning in to kiss them a bit.

it doesn’t last too long, figuring that he doesn’t want to keep you waiting either, knowing how desperate you were for him.

he makes you lay on a couch that’s there, quickly crawling on top of you. he starts kissing at your neck, being careful to not leave too many hickeys.. but those few he left being a bit too visible to anyone.

he slowly takes off your skirt, leaving you in your panties only.

he notices how wet you got for him, he laughs.

“you’re so wet, shit i can’t wait to fuck you.” you giggle at his remark, getting hornier than before.

“fuck me faster then.. please.”

he nods. he’s ready if you are.

he takes his prada belt off to unzip his pants as fast as he can. he takes off his pants as well as his boxers halfway, exposing his cock already.

he was huge, nothing you couldn’t take. oh you would do anything for him right now, but he was big. it’d be a stretch to say that it won’t be hard for you to take him in. (yes that was a small pun)

he spreads your legs to pull your panties aside, foreplay going out the window. you two had practically no time to beat it around the bush.

“ready?” he says, positioning himself to your pussy. “i’ll be slow, don’t worry. tell me if anything’s wrong.” he reassures you again.

you nod, looking down to see what he’s doing. he slowly pushes himself inside you, going as slow as he possibly can. it still stretches you out badly. you’ll need to get used to it for a bit.

once he’s all in, he gives you time to adjust until you give him the signal to keep going. once you feel comfortable enough, you squeeze his forearm to make him thrust in and out of you.

he starts, going slow for you. he lets out a small moan being careful to not hurt you.

once you start moaning with him, he gets the signal to go faster. he picks up a normal pace, grabbing onto your knees.

you start moaning more often, loving how he feels in you.

he throws his head back while thrusting into you, digging his nails into your knees.

“faster.. please.” you cry out. he picks up his pace significantly. he definitely knows what he’s doing. he’s so good he’s making your head spin.

you clench up around him due to the pleasure and he hisses at you, the pleasure getting too much.

“feels so good..” he breathes out, leaning in over you to give you a few kisses.

you both moan into the kisses, the air around you getting more tense.

this keeps going for a pretty long time, his pace consistent and his moans louder with every thrust.

you try to push yourself back, trying to not cum already but you can’t. he feels that you’re close.

“cum for me baby.” he whisper shouts.

oh how you wished to hear those words fly out his mouth. you cum all over him, your legs giving out with a tremble.

he picks up his pace as much as possible, chasing his own high. you grab onto the couch material, waiting for him to cum.

he stops thrusting into you to pull out, just to stroke himself a few times. his cum shoots all over your stomach as he has his eyes rolled back. you were both out of breath and moments away from anyone catching you.

but who cares, one round wasn’t enough. you needed more of him.

you give him another kiss, smiling at him.

“fuck me against this couch.. please.” you try sitting up, already thinking to bend over it.

he smiles, finding your desperation quite cute. “ready for another round already? who knew my rumoured girlfriend was this desperate for me…” he teases.

“oh come on, aren’t you ready to make it official? we want each other.” you both smile thinking about it.

you both wanted to be the picture perfect couple.

thank u for this request (˶ˆᵕ ˆ˶)

[enhard]

idk if you saw but there’s this one clip in Idol 1D2N of Sunghoon, rolling his eyes back while groaning after failing to score points ( 18:48-18:50). Please please write about it because I feel like that’s what he looks if someone gives him a mind blowing head after a frustrating day…

-🍄

🍄 anon this is perfect just PERFECT

and how he’d become so pouty when he comes back home, wishing you’d get the hint.. you get me?

putting the clip here just for the sake of it😩

park sunghoon — “a long day”

pairing: bf!p.sh x fem!reader

not proofread, enjoy! (MDNI)

you already knew his members were giving him a hard time, not listening to him, doing whatever they wanted, teasing him until he got upset and so on.

you knew because he texted you about it and you were there to comfort him.

sunghoon: [i can’t stay here anymore they keep annoying me for no reason]

[i’m actually fucking done they’re not listening]

[jake did the choreo wrong 5 times already and i told him what he did wrong and he didn’t even care to fix it]

he just keeps ranting. and you’re listening.

you: [baby i know it’s frustrating, if you don’t want to stay there come over after break😓]

[you can talk to me about it, just hang in there a bit more]

sunghoon: [okay love i’ll drop by i love you]

you just send him a silly gif and wait for him to finish his work.

after half an hour or so, you can hear your apartment doorbell ringing. you quickly get up from your couch to open the door just to see him standing in the doorway.

he slightly smiles at you, but you can tell that he’s pissed. he pulls you in his arms, his hands trailing down to grab your waist.

“i missed you.” he says, sounding exhausted from the mental chaos he went through today.

you chuckle at him, sneaking your lips onto his neck to give him sweet and soft kisses.

“i missed you too love.” you say between kisses.

at one point he pulls away to close the door and to sit down on the couch.

you offer him a glass of water and he nods in a way of thanking you.

he drinks a few sips to regather his thoughts and then he starts ranting about his day.

he seems so frustrated with everything that went today and you just feel bad for him, he’s trying his best but he just had a bad day.

he’s fidgeting with his fingers, looking for something to relieve him from the stress..

you know something popped up in his mind when he suddenly looked at you all pouty, being way too clingy and sticking to your arm a little too many times.

all it missed was for him to say it out loud, it was clear what he wanted. instead of you saying it right away, you stood up and got behind the couch.

you slowly leaned over the couch to hug him from behind, giving him kisses on his shoulder.

he smiles at you, getting a bit whiny now.

“loveee.. what are you doing..?” he says, throwing his head back to look at you.

you grab his cheeks, smiling back at him.

“maybe i can help you relax…” you pout back at him. “oh really? and how’s that?” he teases.

“oh you know exactly how, let me suck you off, i’ll make you feel good .. please?” you give him a small kiss on his forehead.

he nods, grabbing onto your arms to pull you closer.

you giggle at him already walking up in front of him again. giving him a smile, you gently get on your knees.

as you palm his crotch with your hand, he can’t help but laugh a bit.

“you’re always so good at finding excuses to fuck me up, aren’t you?” he scoffs.

your smile widens. “mmm.. maybe. i just crave you all the time.”

your hands stop listening to you, moving down to his pants to take them off. you don’t take them off all the way, just enough to expose his boxers.

you lift his shirt up a bit to give him a soft kiss on his abdomen, going back down to kiss his bulge. after a few sweet kisses, you finally take his boxers off.

you lick your lips once your eyes make contact with his cock, all red and waiting for you.

sunghoon furrows his eyebrows looking at you grab the base of his cock and lick at his tip, mumbling sweet words.

“love, do it already. put it in your mouth.”

“such a good girl, so good for me.”

and so on.

you continue licking his tip, abusing it with your tongue and getting to taste his precum. he gasps when he feels his tip in your mouth.

you’re sucking on it, giving it licks here and there while your hand is pumping him up and down slowly. it doesn’t take many strokes for him to start moaning.

“darling please…” he begs. you look up and him smiling, his tip still inside your mouth. you know you’re being a tease and.. he’s pretty frustrated as is, it must not be the time to tease him now.

you push your head down to take him whole. resting your hands on his thighs, you bop your head up and down until his tip reaches the back of your throat.

you choke a little, but at the same time you’re used to him. you’ve done this before. he grabs onto your hair to encourage you to keep going, moaning with every movement of yours.

he throws his head back, rolling his eyes at the same time (just like in the video) feeling you spitting on his cock, getting all messy and sloppy. you’re completely slurping him up, using your hand to stroke him when you decide to focus on that swollen tip of his.

“baby..fuck that feels good.” he moans out. you’re feeling him twitch in your mouth, hitting the roof of your mouth.. how can you not love moments like this. he’s so fucking hot.

as you’re tracing circles around his tip, you hear him cry out again. he’s begging and begging for you to keep going, you’re so good at this and you both know that you are.

he grabs onto your hair tighter just to fuck your throat. he keeps your head in place to thrust up into your mouth. he’s moaning and whimpering exactly how he wants, those noises being like a thank you card for helping him de-stress.

he looks back at you as he’s face fucking you, honestly not caring about much, just thinking about his pleasure. he loves the chokes and gags he hears every so often from you, fuelling him to continue.

after some more powerful thrusts, his voice cracks with his orgasm building in his stomach.

you can only mumble nonsense, whining and humming loudly. he’s about to cum and you’re there to swallow it all.

“baby..i can’t. i need to cum” he whimpers out loud.

he leaves thrusts even faster than the previous ones, his last thrust lasting longer. he cums down your throat, only pulling out of your mouth when you give him the signal that you swallowed it all. he’s noisy. very noisy. but you don’t mind and you couldn’t care less if your neighbours heard.

he pulls his cock away from your mouth, a string of saliva and cum linking them until you give his cock one last kiss. he releases the grasp on your hair, panting and squeezing his eyes shut.

you just smile, standing up to give him a little kiss. his cock is definitely still aching, it’s still hard. you know it’ll take more to help him relax than just a blowjob.

“let me really help you relax now.” you smile confidently.

[enhard]

this was insane

casual

you thought you could handle being casual with notorious fratboy!heeseung, but when feelings get involved, you soon realize that 'casual' isn't so simple.

PAIRING : fratboy!heeseung x reader

GENRE : smut ( 5 smut scenes lol), fwb to lovers, enemies? to lovers?? & a little angst?? praise & degradation, power control, face sitting, oral lol. also unprotected sex (pls wear a condom@)

WC : 17.7k

MDNI

YOU LOVE CASUAL SEX.

you've always prided yourself on being the type who keeps things casual. it's not that you're afraid of commitment; rather, you find comfort in the simplicity of fucking and then never seeing the person again. there’s no messy entanglements or feelings. it’s a way to satisfy your desires without the emotional baggage that comes with more serious relationships.

you’d rather be alone, but you still have fun with your friends when you go out. you've never been content with surface-level explanations or shallow interactions. you crave depth, in people and experiences. which you have found to be, truthfully, hard in today’s day and age. 

you’re sensitive to most things, so you try to cover it up– protect yourself– with all the partying, the drinking, the sex. 

and tonight, like every other normal friday night; you’re at a party. 

there’s a familiar thump of music and loud chatter around you that you’ve grown accustomed to. yooyeon and gracie, your closest friends are an inseparable couple, are by your side. they've been together for what feels like forever, the kind of relationship that makes you simultaneously envious and relieved you're not in a relationship.

as you continue to sip your drink, yooyeon leans in with her knowing smile, “so, y/n,” teases, “have you decided when you’re gonna settle down? find yourself a nice guy and stop with all these one night stands?” 

you roll your eyes playfully, used to this conversation. "never," you reply with a grin, "casual hookups forever, remember?"

gracie chuckles, shaking her head fondly. "come on, yn," she chimes in, her voice warm with affection, “you know it’s gonna have to get boring at some point.” 

you shrug nonchalantly, though their words do make you pause for a moment. "maybe someday," you concede, though deep down, you're not so sure. relationships have never been your thing, and the thought of settling down feels suffocating.

"come on, yn," yooyeon nudges you gently, her expression softening, "we love you just the way you are. but don't close yourself off to the possibility, okay?"

you nod, grateful for their understanding. deep down, you know they're right—they always are. but for now, you want to find someone to relieve the ache that’s been in your core all day. 

you turn to gracie, the one who always knows all the drama on your college campus, “who is here that i can hook up with?” 

gracie rolls her eyes and looks around the crowded frat house, “hm,” she thinks outloud, “well jeongin and bella broke up this week…” 

you shake your head, “too soon, i don’t want to be a potential rebound for him.” 

yooyeon scoffs and continues to drink, listening to your guys’ conversation. 

“how about,” gracie, “mark? he’s real chatty though.”

you groan, “then no.”

gracie goes on a small list of people that she sees around, but none of them suffice. none of them are your type or seem to be able to satisfy you. you tell your friends that you’re going to go get another drink– you’ll need one. 

the kitchen table has a handful of drinks to choose from. there’s punch and beer and vodka, half of it has been spilt all over said table. 

“the punch is good,” a voice suddenly says from beside you. 

when you turn, you instantly recognize him– he’s one of the frat boys that lives in this house, maybe the most popular one of them all. 

lee heeseung stands beside you with an air of confidence that is probably more on the cocky side. his posture is relaxed yet demeaning. his hair is tousled and his clothes give off a carefree attitude. 

pretty much everyone at your college knows lee heeseung from his parties, his stories, the multiple girls he has slept with. you’ve heard enough stories about him to write an entire book, yet his entire persona is more annoying than appealing to you. his entire act is one that you’ve seen played out too many times before. 

“good to know,” you say and grab a beer instead. 

heeseung raises his eyebrow at your choice, “i’m heeseung.” his voice is smooth and cuts through the noise of the party. 

you take a sip of your beer, “i know who you are.” you reply bounty, not bothering to hide your disinterest.

intrigued by your coldness, “right,” he acknowledges with a smirk, “and i know who you are.” 

“congrats," you say dryly, with a fake excitement to your tone. 

heeseung suddenly leans in closer to you and whispers into your ear, his voice low, "you're the girl who only does casual sex, right?"

you're taken aback by his boldness, but there's a flicker of curiosity in your eyes. "i might be,"

heeseung smirks down at you at your answer. you let yourself think that maybe the notorious fuckboy is pretty handsome. his complexion seemingly glows, his eyes are full of a flirty playfulness, and his smile is charming enough. 

“well, do you wanna have casual sex with me?” 

if it wasn’t lee heeseung standing in front of you, you would be surprised. 

instead, you let out a groan, your face contorts in disgust, “god no.” 

heeseung tilts his head, “why not? i thought you were into that.” 

“because you’re like a walking std.” 

instead of getting offended like you had hoped, heeseung bursts out laughing in the middle of the kitchen, his eyes squinting. 

"damn, straight to the point," he manages between chuckles, clearly amused by your blunt response. 

you roll your eyes, trying not to let his laughter get under your skin. "just being honest," you retort, though there's a hint of begrudging amusement in your tone. 

“i’ll see you around, y/n.” 

you turn on your heel, your back already faced him when you reply, “no, you won’t.” 

you walk back to gracie and yooyeon, who greet you with curious expressions. "what took you so long?" gracie asks, her eyebrows raised expectantly.

you sigh, shaking your head with a hint of annoyance. "lee heeseung just asked me for casual sex," you reveal, your voice tinged with disdain.

yooyeon's face scrunches up in disgust, mirroring your sentiment. "ugh, gross,”

gracie nods in agreement, her expression reflecting your collective disappointment. "every girl he gets with is so desperate," she comments, her voice laced with frustration.

"and heeseung is just... ugh," you add, unable to hide your distaste. gracie giggles mischievously. "and hot," she adds playfully.

yooyeon and you groan simultaneously, sharing an exasperated look. you push thoughts of heeseung aside, deciding to focus on enjoying the party with your friends instead. because the thought of hooking up with lee heeseung and becoming another one of his girls makes you want to throw up more than this beer you’re drinking. 

later, when the party winds down and you’ve danced and drank and socialized as much as you could, you look around and realize that yooyeon and gracie are nowhere to be seen. when you glance at your phone you notice gracie texted you half an hour ago.

gracie : [yooyeon is throwing up so i’m taking her home, sorry]

you groan, great, they were your ride home. 

and now you're stranded at this frat house. 

you head out to the porch, contemplating whether you should walk or call an uber. 

sitting on the porch, the night air cools your frustration slightly, but you're still annoyed at the situation. just as you're about to say fuck it and call an uber, the front door swings open behind you. 

“well, if it isn’t y/n sitting all alone on my porch,” a voice says that makes you turn your head to unfortunately recognize lee heeseung. 

you roll your eyes, not in the mood for his games. "what do you want, heeseung?"

heeseung chuckles, unbothered by your tone. "just wondering why the girl who is known for loving one night stands is sitting here alone.” 

"don't you have anything better to do?" you retort, crossing your arms defensively.

he leans against the railing, looking down at you sitting on the stairs. “like what? catching an std?” 

you scoff, “yeah, exactly that actually.” 

heeseung laughs, a low, genuine sound. "come on, yn. don't be so cold. why don't you come back inside? there’s still some people inside."

“no thanks, i’m calling an uber.” you shiver as you finish your sentence, the night air circling harshly against your bare arms and legs. 

heeseung notices and his expression softens slightly. "how about i get you a sweater before you leave?"

"no," you reply quickly, but your body betrays you with another shiver.

"come on," heeseung insists, his voice surprisingly gentle. "it'll take two seconds, and you seem so cold. how long have you been sitting out here?"

you sigh, ignoring his questions as you stand up, your arms wrapped tightly around yourself. "let's get me a sweater," you mutter, conceding to the chill. "and make sure it's a clean one."

heeseung laughs, a warm sound that oddly makes you feel less irritated. "i promise," he says, leading the way back inside. there’s a few people left in the living room as you walk past it. you don’t miss the way they stare at you following heeseung. you recognize the few boys as other owners of the house– heeseung’s frat brothers. and you’re sure the girl they’re with are their hookups for the night. you feel like throwing up when you realize you look like one of them as you follow heeseung into his room. 

heeseung opens the door on the furthest left and gestures for you to enter first. 

lee heeseung’s room is exactly what you imagined it; messy, with clothes strewn everywhere and empty whiteclaws piled high on his desk that is definitely ruining the textbooks underneath them. you raise an eyebrow but heeseung just grins sheepishly. 

“what? i like the lived-in look,” he jokes, closing the door behind you. he heads over to his closet and rummages through it for a moment before pulling out a sweater and handing it to you. “here you go. freshly laundered, just for you."

you take the sweater, feeling the warmth and softness between your fingers. "thanks," you say, pulling it over your head. the fabric is warm, and you can't help but feel a bit grateful despite your annoyance with him.

heeseung watches you with a bemused smile. "see? not so bad, right?"

you roll your eyes, not looking at him and instead looking around his room. 

why so tense?” heeseung's voice breaks through your thoughts. you guess it’s hard to pretend lee heeseung doesn’t exist when you’re standing in lee heeseung’s room. 

you finally look at him, leaning casually against his dresser with that annoying smirk on his face. “what do you want, heeseung?”

he laughs softly, taking a step closer. “what do you think? i want to have a good time, and you’re the most interesting girl here tonight.”

“oh, is that so?” you reply, crossing your arms. “and what makes you think i’m interested?”

heeseung raises an eyebrow, “because you’re here, aren’t you? and you’re not exactly running away.”

you hate how smooth he is, how easily the words roll off his tongue. like he’s planned this all along. “maybe i’m just cold and wanted that sweater you promised.”

“maybe,” he agrees, his eyes never leaving yours. “but i think there’s more to it than that. you and i—we’re not the relationship type. we both know it. so why not have some fun?”

you don’t like how close he is to you know. you can feel the back of your bare thighs touching his desk now that he’s stepped so close to you. 

“fun?” you echo, half-amused, half-annoyed. “you mean, be like every other girl you’ve been with? you think i’m just another easy girl?”

“not at all,” heeseung says, shaking his head. “you’re different. you’re not looking for anything serious, and neither am i. it’s perfect. no strings attached.”

“perfect,” you mutter, more to yourself than to him. the idea is tempting, as much as you hate to admit it. no strings attached, just two people having a good time. isn’t that what you’ve always wanted? no guy getting obsessed with you after one night. not hurting anyone’s feelings. plus, it would be easier to get laid– you wouldn’t have to rely on gracie to see who’s available. 

“think about it,” heeseung says, his voice dropping to a whisper as he steps even closer. “no pressure, no feelings. just... fun.”

you look up at him, his face now inches from yours. you feel like he’s reading your mind. you really think it’s that simple, heeseung?”

“it can be,” he murmurs, his breath warm against your skin. “if we let it.”

you hesitate, trying to think of all the cons to accepting his offer but, “fine,” you finally say, your voice steady. “but if you think you can play games with me like all the other girls, you’re wrong.”

heeseung grins, clearly pleased with your answer. “of course not.” he sticks out his pinky finger so it’s in between your bodies, “no strings attached?” 

you don’t hesitate to interlock your pinky with his at this question, “no strings attached.” 

heeseung’s eyes turn dark at the first feeling of your skin touching, “so, what do you think? should we start now?”

you nod slowly, feeling a strange mix of excitement and apprehension. “yeah. let’s start now.”

heeseung’s hands found your hips, pulling you against him as his lips descended to yours. you could feel the hardness of his muscular body and the heat radiating from him. your lips met, and you hate how you thought of how soft his are against yours. you part your lips, letting his slip against yours. 

the kiss was rough and needy and demanding. his lips move early against yours. his tongue traced every corner of your mouth, exploring you for the first time. you kissed him back fervently, your hands staying perched on the corner of the desk behind you. 

he tasted like mint and alcohol, and you hated that you wanted more. 

the kiss deepened as heeseung explored your mouth, sucking on your lower lip before delving inside again. you found the urge to moan into his mouth.

heeseung's hands left your hips, sliding up your body to cup your breasts, kneading and squeezing gently. you arched into him, your desire growing with each touch and kiss. he broke the kiss, trailing hot, wet kisses along your jaw and down your neck, nibbling and sucking on the sensitive skin, leaving your breath coming in short, quiet gasps.

"you feel so good against me," he murmured, his lips brushing your ear, sending shivers down your spine that you hoped he didn’t notice. 

heeseung's hands slid down your body, cupping your ass, lifting you, and you wrapped your legs around his waist. you could feel his hardness pressing into your core, making you ache with need. he carried you a few steps to his bed before lowering you onto the soft mattress.

you lay back, your breath coming in quick pants as heeseung loomed over you, his eyes dark with lust. he hovered above you for a moment, before claiming your lips once more, kissing you deeply. his hands begin to explore, mapping your body with eager fingers. heeseung's kisses trailed lower, nipping and sucking at your neck. you have to tell yourself to not moan. 

heeseung pulled back, his eyes glistening as he looked down at you laying in his bed, chest heaving from kissing. he hooks his fingers into the waistbands of your skirt and panties, pulling them down your legs slowly, his eyes staying on your now exposed core. 

heeseung kneels between your legs, gripping your thighs so they stay pushed apart, “god you’re so wet.” 

you nod at him, figuring that you were since you’ve wanted to get laid since this morning. you waited all day to come to this part, just to end up with lee heeseung of all people. though, you feel exposed to him. your core is pulsating as you watch him lean in, his pink tongue sneaks out to taste you. 

you instantly gasp at the feeling, biting your lip to contain any other sounds of your own. you didn’t expect his tongue to feel so good– but you tell yourself it’s because you’ve been needy all day and not because heeseung is an apparent god with his mouth. 

“do you like it, y/n?” he asks you, his mouth mumbling into your core. hsi voice is hoarse ashe looks up at you from your legs, “you like my tongue on your sweet pussy?” 

you grip his sheets with your hands, determined to not give the cocky lee heeseung a bigger ego boost. you breathe through the pleasure of his tongue circulating your clit. his tongue puts heavy pressure on your clit as he slowly circles it before dropping his tongue to your aching hole. he moans at the taste of your weeping juices. 

heeseung slides one of his hands up to your clit to rub it as his tongue fucks you. his tongue does fast motions back and forth in your hole. it makes your squirm and cuss mentally as he brings you close to the edge so quickly. 

just as you start thinking you could cum, he stops– completely pulling away from you. 

you sit up on your elbows and look at him between your legs, your eyes furious as you pant, “what the fuck?” 

heeseung only dryly laughs at you, “you want this, don’t you, y/n?” he murmurs, his hot brath fanning against your thighs, “tell me you want me.” 

you bite your lip, your heart pounding in your chest. you don’t want to give him the satisfaction, but your body is betraying you with its needy responses to everything he does, “no.” you whisper defiantly.

heeseung leans in closer to your pussy, just millimeters away, “tell me you want me, or i’ll stop.” he threatens, his hand moving down your thigh, “tell me, and i’ll make you feel so good.” 

you blame your horniness for your decision, “i want you.” your voice is full of desire as your body basically cries out for release. 

then, heeseung buried his face in your core, his tongue swishing back and forth, wanting to pleasure you. a shockwave of pleasure rips through you, and you cry out, your hand flying to cover your mouth. you feel your eyes roll to the back of your head as he began to makeout with your core. 

you tried to control your reactions, but your body was betraying you. your one hand stayed on your mouth, preventing any sounds from escaping, while the other hand stayed gripping his sheets. 

heeseung glances up and notices your hand on your mouth, “don’t hide your moans, y/n,” he growled, “let me hear how good i’m making you feel.” 

heeseung slips two of his fingers into your wet hole as you open your mouth to respond with a snarky answer but instead, a loud moan leaves your mouth. the sudden intrusion makes you buck your hips up, wanting him to find your g spot, wanting him– lee heeseung– to make you cum. “oh, fuck,” 

“that’s it, y/n, let me hear you,” he mutters into your core, his fingers starting to thrust in and out of you, “you can’t hide that i’m making you feel good. i can tell by the way your pussy is clenching around me.” 

your breath quickened as he spoke, his words only serving to heighten your pleasure. “i hate you, heeseung.”

he hums in response, sending vibrations through your core, you could feel your knees buckle around his shoulders, “you don’t hate this, though, do you, y/n?” his voice is smug as he continues to lick and nip at your throbbing clit. “you can’t deny how much you’re loving my mouth on your pussy.” 

“oh god,” his words make you squirm, they’re adding to your pleasure. your hands grip tighter onto his sheets. “i’m gonna–” 

“cum for me, y/n,” heeseung demands of you, “let me feel you cum all over my face.” 

his encouragement makes you cum with a strangled cry. your body shakes uncontrollably as waves of pleasure crash through you. heeseung doesn’t stop, licking and sucking at your flesh as you ride out your climax. finally, when he thinks you can’t take anymore, he pulls away, a cocky smirk on his face as his chin is covered in your juices and saliva. you tell yourself the image of him has no affect on you. 

your chest is heaving as you try to catch your breath, “fuck,” you whisper out, your body buzzing. 

“i told you i can make you feel good,” heeseung shrugs nonchalantly. 

“shut up.” 

“gladly,” heeseung says as he hovers over your body again, his lips meeting yours in a frenzy. he lays you back down on his bed, your tongues colliding, tasting each other. the kiss was sloppy and wet and you’re sure that if anyone saw the kiss they would be grossed out– but it feels so good. 

you pull apart, heeseung stands off his bed and starts to undress. you take off your shirt, leaving you completely naked on his bed. 

“shit.” heeseung states as he stares at you, not looking away from you as he takes off his pants. it’s your turn to smirk at him, your hand slides down to your clit, rubbing it, feeling your hand get soaked from how wet and sticky your pussy is already. heeseung’s eyes are bulging out of his head as he takes off his shirt, leaving him naked. 

now that he’s distracted you take a chance to look at him. his body is lean and tan and he has a faint set of muscles that make you drool. he really is good looking, though you’d never tell him that. 

his cock is long and hard and veiny as he points upwards, obvious that he’s turned on by you. 

heeseung reaches over to his bedside table and grabs a condom, ripping open the package with his teeth as he continues to stare at your hand pleasuring yourself. 

“wow, lee heeseung’s a condom guy– i would’ve never thought.” you speak as he slides the condom on his cock easily. 

“yeah, because contrary to what you think, i am not a walking std.” 

before you could speak again, heeseung is back on the bed and gripping your waist to spin you around. your face is in his pillows and stomach on his mattress. 

“you’re such a bad girl, y/n,” heeseung tsks at you, you can feel the head of his cock nudge at your entrance, and despite your inner debate of if having sex with lee heeseung was a good idea or not, your body craves him. he grabs your hips and pulls you back onto him, burying himself deep inside your waiting cunt with one rough thrust. “you act like you don’t want this but your walls practically suck me in.” 

you can tell it’s true by the way he stretches and fills you up, the way it’s so hard for him to pull out completely since your walls are so tight around him, wanting him inside you. 

“ahh,” you moan out, your neck feeling limp as he starts to thrust into you slowly. 

“fuck, you feel good,” heeseung groans, not surprised at all, “but you knew that didn’t you? knew that your pussy was made for my cock?” 

you remain silent, not wanting to give his ego any satisfaction. heeseung begins to move faster, now that your walls have adapted to his size. his thrusts are hard, and his balls slap against your clit with each thrust. 

the force of his movements pushed you forward with each impact. the slap of skin against skin filled his bedroom, accompanied by your growing moans as you tried, and failed, to muffle your cries of pleasure.

heeseung leaned forward, his mouth close to your ear again as he whispered dirty words. "you like it rough, don't you, you little slut? you like being taken hard and deep, feeling my cock pounding into your tight cunt."

you found yourself nodding against the pillow, unable to form words as the pleasure overwhelmed you. heeseung's hands slid up your body, gripping your hair in a makeshift ponytail and pulling it back, making you look at him over your shoulder as he continued to fuck you roughly. "that's right, take it like a good girl,”

you whimpered, your breath coming in short gasps as he held on tight to your hair– the pain mixing with the pleasure. heeseung released your hair, your upper body falling flat the mattress again. his hands moving down to grasp your hips once more, “come on, y/n, I know you're close," he grunted, his own control slipping as he chased his own orgasm. "let go for me, come on my cock."

his filthy words sent you over the edge, and you cried out as your pussy clenched tightly around his invading member, milking him as your juices flowed freely. heeseung groaned, his hips stuttering as he buried himself deep one last time, flooding the condom with his hot cum.

spent, the two of you pull away from each other as heeseung pulls out of you. you both lay in his bed, catching your breaths from the strong orgasms. 

“now,” heeseung says, “tell me why us having casual sex is a bad idea?”

for the first time tonight, you feel yourself laugh (probably because of the post-nut haze not because lee heeseung is funny!), and brush your sweaty hair out of your face. 

as heeseung stands up, throws out his condom and throws you his sweater to put back on, you think that maybe this isn’t such a bad situation to be in. 

as long as he sticks to your “no strings attached” agreement, everything should work out fine. 

right?

you hated all your afternoon classes, and so during them, you would be constantly checking your phone or talking with gracie who always sits next to you. she is scrolling through her instagram feed, her phone is angled so you can see it too. the professor’s voice fades into the background. 

suddenly, a post from heeseung pops up on gracie’s screen. she groans softly, rolling her eyes at the way heeseung is posing. “whatever happened when he asked you to have casual sex with him last week?” 

you try to keep your voice nonchalant when you answer, “uh, nothing much– i called him a walking std and walked away.” 

gracie giggles quietly, careful not to draw the attention of your classmates and professor around you. she returns to looking at his instagram account, swiping through all the cringey fuckboy pics, “but he is kinda good looking though, right?”

you shrug, feigning indifference. “eh, i guess.”

you’re already pinching yourself about lying to your best friend. you don’t mean to keep secrets from her, or yooyeon, but you know they wouldn’t want you to be another one of lee heeseung’s girls. the thought of becoming just another notch on his bedpost makes you already sick to your stomach.

before you can dwell on it any longer, your phone vibrates in your lap.

heeseung : [i need ur mouth asap] [3:48]

your heart skips a beat and you jerk your phone away so gracie doesn’t see it. you were not expecting to hear from him right now. 

your thumbs hover over the keypad as you think of an answer. 

heeseung : [answer pls i’m so fucking hard] [3:50]

you sigh as you feel his written words make you tighten your legs together. 

you : [where r u?] [3:51]

heeseung : [2nd floor bathroom] [3:52] heeseung : [the one with the single stall] [3:52]

you : [i’ll be there in 10] [3:53]

you bite your lip as you glance over at gracie beside, her pretty hair wrapped in twists. you hoped she wouldn’t ask too many questions at your departure. you knew that you wouldn’t be able to lie to your friends for long. you just weren’t that type of person.  

“you know what grace?” you whisper to her, “i’m not feeling that great, i’ll see you in the next class.” 

gracie’s face etched into one of concern, “oh?” she subconsciously reaches to her bag, “do you want me to come with you?” 

you put your hand out to stop her as you sling your backpack over your shoulder, “no, no. i’ll be okay i just need a break– i’ll take some meds and see you in an hour with yoo.”

her lips turned into a frown, “okay y/n. if anything happens just text me.” 

after telling her that you would, you briskly leave the classroom as quietly as you could, slowly shutting the heavy door behind you to avoid it slamming. you knew exactly what bathroom heeseung was talking about– you knew it was popular amongst students since it was so private. 

you briefly wondered how many girls heeseung has brought to the private bathroom before. 

but you are forced to push the thought out of your head as you knock on the door of it quietly. only a second later and it opens, heeseung face appearing and as he sees you, a wicked smirk grows on his face. his hand reaches out and grabs your wrist, yanking you into the bathroom so fast you almost fall. you hear him close and lock the door behind you. 

you turn around to look at him, he’s leaning casually against the sink, an annoying smirk on his face as he watches your bewilderment expression turn into annoyance. 

his dark is tousled, and the harsh bathroom lighting makes his jawline and cheekbones more highlighted. he’s wearing a baggy black t-shirt that hangs over his lean frame. his eyes are dark and full of mischief as they lock onto yours. 

“you know i was in class right?” you ask him, arms crossing over your body. 

heeseung scoffs, “so?” 

“so, i can’t just always leave class or something else for you.” 

heeseung feigns a pout, “but i couldn’t stop thinking of what your mouth would feel like around my cock.” you feel the air leave your lungs as he walks closer to you, his hands reaching out to grab your hips, holding you still. “would it feel just as good as your pussy?” 

he leans his head down to press a kiss on your lower jaw, “tight?” another kiss under your ear, “warm?” his lips attached to your neck and suckle on it for only a second, “like heaven?”  

you look up at him as he pulls away, he can see that your eyes are just as full of lust as his own. 

“i guess you’ll just have to see then.” you speak, your voice coming out quieter than you expected. 

heeseung’s smirk widened, "get on your knees, then, and show me what your mouth can do."

your breath hitched as you sank to your knees, your eyes never leaving his. you could see the desire in his gaze, but also satisfaction as he realized he had won this round between you.

you reach out and start to pull down his blue jeans and boxers. his hard cock springs out, red and hot and heavy, and so long. 

“that’s it,” he encouraged you,” his hands tangling in your hair as you leaned forward, your mouth mere inches from his hardening length. "you're so hot when you hate-fuck me.”

you wanted to protest, to tell him that you didn't hate-fuck, that this wasn't about love or emotions—it was purely physical. but his cock was so close now, and you couldn't deny your craving to taste him, to feel him on your tongue.

wrapping your hand around the base, you guided him to your waiting mouth and moaned softly as you tasted him for the first time. heeseung hissed above you, his hips bucking slightly as you swirl your tongue around the head, teasing the sensitive slit.

"fuck," he groaned, his hands tightening in your hair. "take me deeper, baby."

you obliged, relaxing your throat as you took him inch by inch, hollowing your cheeks as you sucked. heeseung's breath quickened, and he began to move his hips in a slow, steady rhythm, fucking your mouth gently.

"that's it, take it all," he encouraged, his voice hoarse. "you try to hate me, but you can't get enough of my cock, can you? you're my little cockslut, right?"

his degrading words and the way you’re literally on your knees for him makes your pussy clamp around nothing. you hummed in response, the vibrations sending shudders through him. you couldn’t deny that you loved the way he dominated you.

heeseung began to thrust a little harder, a little faster, his balls slapping against your chin. "you're so good at this, taking my cock like a pro.”

your eyes fluttering closed as you focused on the pleasure you were giving him. somewhere in this encounter, you realized that game you were playing with yourself; you wanted to prove that you were the best he'd ever had. that he would always crave your mouth. that no one else could compare to you. 

“you know, most girls can't handle my cock. they gag and choke, and can only take me in their mouths for so long before they’re pulling away.” he grunts as he speaks, his words sending shivers down your body. 

you pulled back slightly, your eyes look up at him as he traces his cock over your wet lips, “i’m not like most girls, heeseung. i can take it. take all of your big cock.” 

heeseung slaps his cock against your lips when you’re done speaking. a spark enters his eyes as he watches your spit shine all over his cock. 

“i know you can, baby. i’ve heard about your mouth before,” he nods his head at you, his tip teasing your mouth. “heard about how far you can take dick down your throat.” 

his statement made your mind race. he’s heard about your sex life from other guys? you’re shocked that they talked about you like that, and even more shocked that lee heeseung, of all people, has heard the rumors about you. a part of it boosts your ego while the other part is so curious about what else he might have heard about you. 

“what?” heeseung asks, seeing your perplexed expression, “i told you that i’ve heard about you before. i didn’t tell you how though.” slowly, heeseung starts to slide his cock back into your mouth, your lips happily wrapping around it. “didn’t tell you i heard how much of a slut you are for a big cock.” 

despite his degrading words, you couldn’t help but think of it as true. 

he takes his cock out of your mouth again, letting it rest on your face, “it’s true, right? you’ll do anything for a man if his cock is big and hard just for you.” 

“yes,” you answer, your voice weak already. you can feel yourself submitting to heeseung and you hate that you love it. “anything.” 

“is my cock big enough for you, slut?” he asks, slapping his cock on your face. the degrading act gets your face covered with his precum and your saliva. 

“yes, it’s so big.” 

heeseung smirks at you, “then take it whole like a good girl.” 

he allows you to put his cock back into your mouth. you gag as he hits the back of your throat. your eyes water, but you relax your throat and let him in deeper, wanting to prove to him that you can take it. like you aren’t like the other girls. 

heeseung pants above you, his control slipping as pleasure washes over him. 

"fuck, you're really so good.” he groans out, “no one's ever taken me this deep. your mouth feels so fucking tight." 

you moan around his cock in response, his degradation turning into praises makes you wanna whimper. you continue to suck and lick him as he thrusts his cock into your throat. you felt his balls tighten against your chin. 

“you’re such a good girl,” he moans out, his hips thrusting involuntarily, “i might- might cum.” you sucked harder then, hollowing your cheeks around him. “oh fuck!”

you felt his cock twitch, and he abruptly pulled out, his hand wrapped around the base as he stroked himself. but you wanted to feel his hot cum hitting the back of your throat. you whimper out before you take his cock in your hand and put it back into your mouth, swallowing around him again. 

"fuuuck!" heeseung cried out, his fingers tangling in your hair as he lost control. "take it, god please take it. swallow my cum for me, baby.” 

his words sent a thrill through you, and you sucked hard, milking him harder. he let out a strangled curse as his orgasm hit, his hips jerking as he shot his cum down your throat. you swallowed eagerly, reveling in the taste of him. 

heeseung leaned right against the bathroom wall, breathing heavily, his eyes closed as he savored the aftermath of his release. you thought that that would be an image for you to think about later. you sat back on your heels, a sly smile on your lips, your chin glistening. 

"damn,” he panted, opening his eyes to look at you. "that was..."

“the best you ever had?” you smile up at him playfully. 

“i’d say close to it.” 

you smile is replaced by an annoyed look and you immediately stand up and bend over the sink, washing your hands free of saliva, cum and bathroom floor. 

“oh come on, y/n,” heeseung nudges you, smiling at your annoyed expression. you don’t look at him, instead you fix your hair, that he’s messed up, in the mirror. “i was joking! of course it was the best– i got to cum in your throat, remember?” 

you slam the sink taps off and look at him, your expression makes him burst out laughing. so, you turn and unlock the door, stepping out of the cramped bathroom. the air feels lighter but your mind is still spinning. 

“so, does this mean we’re on for later?” he asks, his tone dripping with mock innocence.

you roll your eyes, annoyed. “don’t push your luck, heeseung.”

he chuckles, enjoying your frustration. “you know, you’re kinda cute when you’re annoyed.”

“shut up,” you mutter, turning to leave.

heeseung’s laughter follows you, but then he calls out, “wait, you still have my sweater, by the way.”

you pause, glancing back at him. “oh,” you forgot you even had it, “i can give it to you at the end of the day.”

“okay,” he agrees, his eyes glinting with amusement. “meet me at the parking lot.”

without another word, you walk away, leaving him standing in the bathroom with his jeans still undone at his hips.

at lunch, you, yooyeon, and gracie are sitting in the cafeteria, a lucky find considering how busy it always gets at this time. yooyeon is complaining about her morning class, something about how she hates her professor, she’s waving her fork around for emphasis. 

“i swear, if i have to listen to professor kim drone on about supply and demand one more time, i might just lose it,” she groans, stabbing at her salad with unnecessary force. “it’s like he enjoys torturing us.”

gracie laughs, taking a sip of her iced coffee. “well, at least you’re not stuck with professor park, she assigns so much reading, i can barely keep up.”

as they continue to talk about professor, your eyes start to drift and wander around the busy cafeteria. and of course, your eyes can’t help but land on lee heeseung across the room. 

heeseung is wearing the same clothes as earlier, but now they’re fixed and worn right again. he’s leaning against the wall, arm over a girl’s head, as he traps her back against the wall. you can tell they’re flirting by the way the girl is giggling and hitting his chest lightly and of course, he’s wearing that annoying smirk. 

a strange feeling starts to boil up in your chest as you watch them. it feels like anger and hurt, but you know that can’t be right. this is lee heeseung, the notorious fuckboy. you can’t be angry that he’s flirting with another girl, that’s all he ever does! plus, there are no feelings between you and heeseung. you’re just having casual sex. 

you take a deep breath, reminding yourself to be chill, reminding yourself of who you are. you’re the girl who only does casual sex, who doesn’t get attached. this shouldn’t be bothering you. but still, the sight of them together leaves a bitter taste in your mouth. 

“are you feeling better, yn?” gracie asks you, “you still don’t look so good.”

you turn your head back to look at your friends. concerned etched on their face. your bitter expression must have been obvious on your face. 

“i’m alright, guys. don’t worry,” you smile at your loving friends. 

yooyeon’s eyes narrow as she glances at you, always so damn observant. “why were you looking at lee heeseung?”

your heart drops. gracie’s head snaps up, curiosity written all over her face. “what? you were looking at lee heeseung?”

you shift uncomfortably, feeling the heat rise in your cheeks. “what? no,” you say, too quickly.

yooyeon isn’t buying it. “are you sure? because as soon as you looked over in that direction your smile dropped.”

you sigh, knowing you’ve been caught. lying to your friends has never worked; they’re too good to you. “fine, okay, i was looking at him.”

gracie’s eyes widen. “what? why?”

you take a deep breath and come clean, “i might’ve hooked up with him last weekend.”

both of your friends jump in their seats, shocked. “why? what the hell?” gracie exclaims. 

“you know how he treats women! you literally make fun of him and the girls that hook up with him all the time!” yooyeon exasperates. 

you bury your face in your hands. “i know, i know. it’s part of the reason why i didn’t want to tell you guys.”

gracie’s eyes softens. “you didn’t want to tell us?”

you look up, seeing their concerned faces. “well, i didn’t want you to judge me and call me a hypocrite because i’m already doing that myself.”

yooyeon reaches over, grabbing your hand. “we would never do that, y/n. we were just shocked.”

gracie nods, her expression serious. “yeah, as long as you’re being safe and having fun, we don’t care. we love you.”

“i love you too, guys.” 

yooyeon grins mischievously. “okay, but tell us more about you and lee heeseung.”

you sigh and look over to where he was last standing and realize that him and the girl have left. you briefly wonder if he’s taken her to the bathroom where you sucked him only an hour ago. 

“uh, we hooked up at the party after you guys left,” 

“is his dick really as big as they say?” gracie chimes in her, eyes twinkling. 

yooyeon elbows her, “why do you look so excited to hear about lee heeseung’s dick size?”

“sorry, sorry,” gracie apologizes and kisses yooyeon on the cheek. “but y/n, was it?” 

“yeah, it’s pretty big.” 

“oh my god,” gracie can’t help but giggle out, yooyeon has to elbow her again to get her to stop. 

yooyeon turns to look at you, resting her elbow on the table, “and have you seen him since?”

“uhh, yeah.” 

“when?” yooyeon tilts her head, interested. 

“um, an hour ago?” 

“what?!” gracie jolts, shocked from your confession. “is that why you left class early?” 

you smile sheepishly at your friends in response. gracie covers her mouth as yooyeon rolls her eyes. 

“it’s just casual between us, though. we’ve made an agreement of no strings or feelings attached!” 

gracie and yooyeon share a look before yooyeon asks, “so when are you seeing him again?” 

you think about it for a second before you see his sweater peeking out of your backpack, “after our next class- i have to give him back his sweater.” 

“ouuu,” gracie moves her eyebrows up and down, “you wore his sweater?” 

“oh my god stop!” you laugh at her, “it’s casual! nothing serious— i was cold and he let me borrow his sweater!” 

yooyeon and gracie share a look again that makes you roll your eyes at them. 

you check the time on your phone, “we should get going, class starts in ten minutes.” 

the three of you start packing up your bags and lunches and the two follow you out of the cafeteria. 

“i can’t believe we’re friends with one of lee heeseung’s girls,” gracie giggles out playfully.

“oh my god, grace,” you groan out, “i am not! it’s chill and casual, i’m not gonna turn into one of his stalker fan girls.” 

“you’re one of his girls, y/n, and that’s alright!” 

“no, i’m not.” 

“yes.”

“no.” 

“yes!” 

you groan inwardly. the very thought makes your stomach churn. you would never end up in the same category as all those girls you make fun of. you shuffle ahead, not meeting their eyes, as yooyeon and gracie follow behind, giggling at your obvious annoyance. you know their laughter is a gentle tease, but it still doesn’t fix the frustration you’re feeling towards yourself and lee heeseung. 

did he have to be so hot?

after class, you head to the back parking lot where heeseung told you to meet him. you say goodbye to your two friends as they drive home together without you. you told them that you’ll just walk home after meeting with heeseung. 

you wait outside the college for longer than you expected. almost everyone in the school has left at this point and you start to think that heeseung had forgotten your plan to meet up and give him his sweater. 

when there was only a few more cars parked in the parking lot you sighed, annoyed and frustrated. you figured he had left if he hadn’t showed up by now. you felt almost embarrassed to be standing there by yourself for so long. 

you throw your bag over your shoulder again and step off the sidewalk, planning to walk home now since your friends had left earlier. you were already plotting your next words to heeseung for making you wait after school for him for no reason. 

“y/n!” 

you turn at the sound of your name. 

the back door of the school was swung open as heeseung rushed to step outside, his bag thrown over his shoulder as he waved at you. you huff, stopping to wait for him to catch up to you. when he reached you, you could tell he was a bit frazzled. 

“i’m so sorry, i had a surprise test i had to do,” he says, a hint of genuine apology in his voice.

you huff, reaching into your bag and pulling out his sweater, handing it to him. “here.” 

he takes it from you and you feel a sudden drop of water on your hand. both of you glance up at the sky, noticing that the clouds are starting to turn gray and a few more water drops are starting to fall slowly. 

“great,” you mumble to yourself. just your luck. 

“do you have a ride?” heeseung asks, noticing your growing frustration. 

“no, i was hoping to walk home before the rain started.” 

heeseung suddenly feels bad that you had to wait so long for him. “i’ll give you a ride,”

you hesitate at his offer. you eyed him suspiciously, wondering his intentions; did he want to drive you home because he was being nice or did he want to fuck you in his car? you wondered if people doing casual sex with each other drive each other home? 

he sees your hesitation and further explains, “it’s just a drive and it’s raining. come on, get in my car.”

you sigh, weighing your options. you felt the rain start to increase, “fine,” you finally say, giving in. he leads you to his car, a black, shiny, expensive-looking one, and you slide into the passenger seat.

you look around his car. it’s clean and sleek. and you internally debate if this is what you expected from him or not. he gets in the driver's seat and starts the car. he turns on the heat and you instantly realize how cold it was with the rain hitting you, drenching your hair slightly. 

heeseung notices and adjusts the heaters to aim at you, letting you warm up quickly before he’s even pulling out of the parking lot. you tell him your address and give him a few directions on how to get there. hopefully this drive doesn’t take long. 

“do you have any roommates?” heeseung asks you, trying to break the silence. 

“yeah, i’ve got one. she’s cool.” 

“is she one of those girls that you’re always with? the ones you were sitting with in the cafeteria today?” 

you pretend to not be shocked that he noticed you in the cafeteria earlier, “gracie and yooyeon? no, they live together. they’ve been dating for a while now.” 

heeseung hums, “oh, i never realized they were dating.” 

you scoff slightly amused at the possibility that lee heeseung could ever realize something about you or your friends, “hm, yeah. i guess you’re too busy hangin’ with your annoying frat bros.” 

heeseung laughs over the steering wheel. his laughs makes a small smile crack on your face. it’s a pure, hearty laugh that echoes loudly in the car. 

“hey! my frat bros are not that bad!” he mocks your use of words, “actually they’re some of my closest friends. they've helped me a lot.” 

you nod, taking in his words. you wondered how they have helped him before that would make him speak of them so admirably. “which one are you closest to?”

heeseung things for a second, “probably jake. but, he's a year younger than us.” 

it goes silent again besides a few directions you give him to get to your apartment. your mind starts to wonder about seeing him with the girl at the cafeteria earlier. you hate to think about him taking her to the bathroom you were just in with him. or worse, taking her to the backseat of the car you’re currently in. you wonder if there’s going to be more girls like her that you’ll have to see him with during the entire time you’re being casual with him. 

you gulp, taking a breath before you ask him, “will you be hooking up with other girls as we're like, being casual?” 

you keep your eyes out the window once your words are out, watching the rain droplets trail down it. you couldn’t possibly look at him right now.

finally, he speaks, “no, probably not if i have you.” 

you force yourself to keep your head turned to the window now. you cannot let him see the smile that creeps along your lips. his words make your chest and heart settle. the girl in the cafeteria is no longer in the back of your mind. 

“will you?” 

his questions make you turn to look at him, not expecting it. but you keep your face expressionless, keeping your cards close to your chest. “maybe, if they have a bigger cock than you.” 

you don’t expect him to burst out laughing again, his voice interrupting the rain landing on the car. it makes you laugh along with him. his eyes squinting as he looks at you with a large smile. 

you realize that no matter how hard you try to keep heeseung at a foot length with your usual insults, it doesn’t work. he never gets offended or hurt like all the other guys you’ve hooked up with before. it’s something you commend him for. but it also makes you worry for your own heart. 

“good luck trying to find that.” 

you grin at him, looking out the window and pointing to the apartment for him to stop at. he puts the car in park and lets you gather your things as you reach for the handle to leave. 

“thanks for the ride, heeseung.” you tell him with an earnest smile. 

“no problem,” you open the door as he continues, “oh and by the way, it’s your turn.”

“my turn for what?” your face is scrunched up in confusion. 

“your turn to text me when you’re needy.” 

you roll your eyes at his answer, “yeah, whatever.” 

you get out and slam the car door behind you, pretending to not be amused at his words. you walk up the front sidewalk to your apartment, almost to the door when you hear him again. 

“thanks for the blowjob, y/n!” 

you turn around your jaw dropped as he rolled down his window to yell at you, his annoying smirk on his face. you stick up your middle finger at him from the door, you could hear his laughter as he starts to drive away. 

you hope none of your neighbours heard him.

tonight you’re rolling around on your bed, fingers hovering over the keyboard as you contemplate your next move. you lock your phone, staring at the ceiling, thoughts racing. after a week without seeing heeseung, you thought he would’ve caved in by now, but he hasn’t.

sighing, you open your phone again, hesitating before typing out the words. finally, you hit send on a simple message.

you : [can i come over?] [8:38]

he responds almost instantly, as if he was waiting.  heeseung : [ yes ] [8:39] heeseung :  [  ;)  ] [8:39]

you smile to yourself, standing up off your bed and grabbing your coat before leaving, heading straight to the frat house that has held too many parties to remember. 

you have only one thing on your mind tonight : make lee heeseung beg for you. 

you knock on the frat house door, and it swings open almost immediately. heeseung stands there, shirtless and in sweatpants. you have to remind yourself to be cool and not completely stare him down like you’re ready to pounce on him. 

he squints at you, a smirk creeping onto his face. “i actually applaud you for waiting so long to text. i thought you would've caved in sooner.”

you scoff, brushing past him into the house. “i thought the same about you.”

“nope,” he replies casually, closing the door. “i told you, it was your turn.”

rolling your eyes, you respond sarcastically, “well, here I am.”

heeseung steps closer, his hands finding your waist as he leans in with that signature smirk. “let’s go to my room.”

you can’t help but feel a mix of annoyance and excitement as you follow him. 

inside his bedroom is the same, messy and chaotic, but his bed is clear and clean. you wonder if he had just made it before you came. 

heeseung comes up behind you now that he’s closed and locked the door. he wraps his arms around your waist, his bare chest flush against your back, “did you miss my cock, baby?” he whispers into your ear. 

you feel yourself melt against him as you nodded, looking over your shoulder to look at him directly. his eyes were darker and his bangs had fallen over his forehead and eyes as he looked at you. he smirked at your answer and then suddenly pushed you onto his bed. 

you lay with your head on his pillow as he gets on his bed and hovers over you. before you can speak his mouth crashes down on yours, his tongue demanding entrance. you moan into the kiss, your hands clutching at his shirt. his hands start roaming your body possessively, keeping you close to him. 

heeseung pulls away from your lips to start pressing kisses down your neck, sucking and biting at the sensitive skin. you take your chance and flip over his body so now he was under you, his head where yours was previously. 

you’re straddling his waist as he chuckles, “you wanna be on top, baby?” his voice is teasing and almost mocking. 

you glare at him, trailing your hand over his abs and stopping over his hardening cock in his pants. “i’m gonna be on top.” 

he raises an eyebrow, a challenge sparkling in his eyes. "go on, then. show me what you got."

your confidence surges as you lean down, your lips brushing his ear. "take off your clothes," you whisper, nibbling on his earlobe. "i want to see how hard your cock is for me."

heeseung listens and pulls down his pants and boxers. when he’s finally naked, you bite your lips, admiring his muscular chest, flat stomach and the small trail of hair leading below his navel. but it's his hard cock, so red and veiny, that catches your eye. 

you wrap your hand around the base, pumping slowly as you lean down to press a kiss to the tip. "mmm, you taste so good," you purr, licking up a bead of pre-cum.

heeseung's breath hitches as he threads his fingers through your hair, but you gently bat his hands away. "no, no. i'm in charge here, remember?"

"oh, yeah?" he smirks, his eyes glittering with amusement. "let's see how long that lasts.”

you scowl at him, but it only fuels your determination. tightening your grip, you begin to stroke him faster, using both hands to cover his length. his hips bucked involuntarily, and he groans, his eyes fluttering closed. "fuck, that feels good."

"you like that, hee?" you ask, your voice sultry. "you like it when i take control?"

"yeah, baby, I do," he admits, his breath coming in short gasps as your hands continue. you hate that the pet name makes you shiver. you hate how fast he seemingly submits to you. 

a you take the tip of his cock into your mouth, he threads his fingers through your hair, guiding you along his length. you hollow your cheeks, sucking and bobbing your head up and down, relishing the taste of him on your tongue. "oh fuck, baby," he murmurs, his hips jerking involuntarily. "please don’t stop."

you hum in response, the vibrations sending him wild. heeseung tangles one hand in your hair, holding you in place as he begins to thrust slowly, fucking your mouth. you let him take control for a moment, enjoying the way he uses your mouth for his pleasure. you can tell he’s getting close, that he’s starting to feel like he’s the one controlling you right now. 

but then, you grab his hips, pulling him out of your mouth with a loud pop.

heeseung opens his eyes, a questioning look on his face. you respond by grinding your clothed core against his hardness, eliciting a low groan from him. "i want to ride you," you whisper, your voice full with desire.

his face contorts into one of begging,. “please, need to feel your pussy so bad."

you don't need to be told twice. quickly shedding your clothes, you straddle his lap, lining him up with your entrance. slowly, you lower yourself onto his thickness, moaning as he stretches you deliciously. heeseung's hands grip your hips, guiding you as you bounce gently a few times to adjust to his size.

once you've taken all of him, you pause, relishing the feeling of being filled so completely. "fuck, heeseung, you feel so good inside me," you pant, leaning forward to press your breasts against his chest.

"you like that, baby?" he teases, his hands squeezing your ass. "you like my cock buried deep inside your tight pussy?"

you nod, biting your lip as you begin to move, rising and falling on his shaft. his hands slide up your back, tangling in your hair as he pulls you down for a hungry kiss. you moan into his mouth, your hips picking up the pace as you ride him with abandon.

suddenly, you pull away, rising up on your knees to give yourself more leverage. you remember what you were thinking when you came here. you remembered taking control of lee heeseung and proving to him that you can make him feel good. heeseung's eyes widen as he realizes your intent, but he says nothing, watching you with a mixture of arousal and curiosity. you lean forward, wrapping your hand around his neck, and begin to choke him, cutting off his air supply slightly as you ride his cock.

you can't believe how submissive he's being, allowing you to take control like this. it turns you on even more, and you find yourself bouncing faster, your core clenching rhythmically around his shaft. heeseung's eyes roll back slightly, and he moans, his hands tightening on your waist. the sight below you, with his cock hitting deep inside of you with your hand around his throat, makes you bounce harder, making him grunt, “fuck, baby, you're so tight. i'm not gonna last long."

a sense of pride courses through you at hearing him say that, but you have no intention of letting him finish just yet. slowing your movements, you grind your hips in circles, feeling the sensation of his cock rubbing against your sensitive walls. heeseung whimpers, his body thrashing beneath you as he tries to buck his hips up to chase his release.

"please, baby," he begs, his voice hoarse. "i need to cum. let me fuck you, please."

you grin down at him, loving the sight of the so called confident, cocky lee heeseung reduced to begging and submitting. but you're not ready to give up now.. "no," you taunt, bouncing harder on his cock. "who's in control here, heeseung? hmm?"

"you are, baby," he pants, his eyes glazed with lust. "but please, i need to be inside you when I cum."

hearing him say that sends a thrill through your body, and your pussy clenches tightly around him. but your knees are starting to ache from the constant bouncing, and your energy is beginning to falter. your bouncing gets sloppier and slower, his dick still hits your g spot. 

heeseung realizes that you’re getting tired, and takes advantage by quickly flipping you onto your back, his cock staying lodged inside of you when he does. he pins your body to the bed before you can realize. 

your hands fly to his shoulders for support now that he’s hovering over you. “hey!” you pout, at him, “i was riding you!”

heeseung chuckles, his hands gripping your thighs as he begins to thrust deeply into you. "i know you were, baby, and you did an amazing job. but now, let me take over. let me make you cum."

his words make you whimper as he sets a punishing pace, pounding into you relentlessly. you groan as your plan to dominate lee heeseung failed, but the way he’s fucking into you seemingly makes you even forget your plan in the first place

his hips slam against yours, his balls slapping against your sensitive flesh with each deep thrust. "fuck, heeseung," you moan, your nails digging into his shoulders. "harder!" you submit to him so easily, letting him do whatever he wants to you. it just feels so good. 

heeseung grunts in response, but he fucks into you harder anyways. his cock slides in and out of your drenched pussy, the slick sounds of your sex filling the room. heeseung leans down, capturing one of your nipples with his mouth, tugging and sucking it between his teeth as he continues to pound into you.

you cry out, your back arching off the bed as pleasure courses through your body. "that's it, baby," he encourages, his breath hot against your skin. "cum for me. Let me feel that tight pussy clenching around my cock."

his words are your undoing, and you shatter around him, crying out his name as your body convulses with pleasure. your body felt so spent as he continued to pound into you through your orgasm. 

the feeling of your walls clenching around him, your juices flowing out of you and around his cock, make heeseung cum soon after. he grunts out your name as he spills deep inside of you. his hips stuttering as he fills you with his release. 

collapsing onto your chest, he peppers kisses along your collarbone as he catches his breath. you’re too busy coming down from your orgasm to tell him that that’s too intimate. so instead you revel in the feeling of his weight on top of you. your chests heaving as you catch your breath together. 

heeseung gently pulls out of you and gets up. you watch as he leaves his bedroom, leaving you naked and sweating on his bed. 

he comes back with a damp cloth from the bathroom. his bare back muscles flexing with each step. you can feel a subtle change in his bedroom now. it’s more softer and intimate. and it scares you. 

you know the cloth is to clean up the mess between your legs so you reach your hand out for it, “thanks.” 

but heeseung doesn’t give it to you, “it’s okay, i can do it. you’re tired, y/n. let me take care of it.” 

you open your mouth to protest, to insist that you can do it yourself, but you realize that you are in fact exhausted. your knees ache from being on top. 

heeseung leans down between your legs again. he gently starts to clean you, his touch is feather light. he hums gently to himself as he makes sure every substance is off your legs. 

you’ve never let anyone clean you up after sex before. it’s always you that takes care of things afterward, alone. there’s something vulnerable and exposing letting someone else do this for you. but heeseung’s touch is so tender that you find yourself relaxing into it. you think that maybe it’s okay just once to let someone else take the lead.

once he’s done, he kisses your inner thigh, his lips brushing softly against your sensitive skin, and you suppress a shiver. 

he hands you a soft t-shirt, helping you slide it over your head, his fingers grazing your skin gently. you inhale the fresh scent of the fabric. heeseung pulls on a pair of sweatpants that cling to his lean, muscular frame. 

heeseung lies down beside you, his body warm against yours. its silent in his room and the lights are still on. you realize that you’ve never just laid in bed with a guy before without it leading to sex. 

after a while, you break the silence. “i should go,” you say, starting to sit up.

heeseung sits up too, watching you, “you should stay. it’s late, and your knees hurt.” 

you hesitate, but the truth is, you’re tired, and your knees really do ache from holding your body up. you nod, and lay back down. your heart thumping in your chest. 

“okay,” you whisper. 

heeseung smiles and turns off the lights, plunging the room into a soft darkness. you both lay there in his bed. a meter apart is between both of you. it’s silent and uncomfortable. 

heeseung breaks the silence first. "you okay?"

you nod, even though he probably can't see you in the dark. "yeah, just... not used to this."

"used to what?" he asks, turning slightly to face you.

"this," you gesture vaguely around the room, "staying after."

he chuckles softly. "so, i'm your first?"

you scoff, rolling your eyes. "don't flatter yourself, heeseung."

"i'm serious," he says, and you can hear the genuine curiosity in his voice. "you've never stayed the night with anyone before?"

"no," you admit quietly, "i haven't."

both of you go silent again, thinking. you’re only wearing his t shirt and the thin sheet on his bed isn’t keeping much heat in. your legs shiver against the bed. 

you feel heeseung move beside you, “come here.” 

“what?” 

“come here if you’re cold.” 

you hesitate for a second before scooting closer to him. he wraps an arm around your shoulder, pulling you against his chest. it’s warm and so much better for your half naked body. it’s intimate, and you try to keep your breath steady as you breathe in his cologne and fabric softener. 

"better?" he asks, his voice a low rumble in your ear.

"yeah," you murmur, "better."

you lay there for a while, in his arms. you try to fall asleep, but it feels strange. and you keep debating if it’s a good strange or a bad strange. heeseung starts tracing lazy circles on your arm, and you find yourself relaxing. 

"you know," he says softly, "you're not as tough as you pretend to be."

"oh, really?" you challenge.

"yeah," he replies, "you're actually kinda sweet."

you snort at his compliment because when have you ever been sweet to lee heeseung? 

you close your eyes again. thinking more about heeseung and everything you know about him and everything he knows about you. the things he might’ve heard about you before you even met. and you think about how sweet he’s actually been to you. 

"heeseung?" you say after a while.

"yeah?"

"thanks for letting me stay."

"anytime," he replies, his voice soft and sincere.

you feel his grip tighten slightly around you, like you might leave. 

but even though there’s a voice in the back of your head telling you to run; you don’t. you stay in lee heeseung’s bed with his arms wrapped around you until you both feel your eyelids grow heavy and drift off to sleep for the night. 

as you drift off, you realize that maybe, just maybe, there could be more than just casual hookups between you and lee heeseung. 

when you and heeseung wake up the next day, the sunlight filtering through the blinds, you both groan at the early hour. heeseung stretches, his arm brushing against you as he yawns.

"we gotta get to class," he says, rubbing his eyes.

"yeah," you agree, sitting up and swinging your legs over the side of the bed.your knees feel better this morning. 

heeseung gets up first, grabbing a t-shirt from his closet and slipping it on. "i can drive you home if you want," he offers casually.

"thanks," you say, standing and smoothing out your clothes. "i'll get changed."

heeseung nods and heads for the door. "i'll wait downstairs.” 

you quickly change into your clothes from yesterday, trying to shake off the strange mix of emotions from the night before. once you're dressed, you head down the hall towards the stairs, but stop when you hear your name.

when you and heeseung wake up the next day, the sunlight filtering through the blinds, you both groan at the early hour. heeseung stretches, his arm brushing against you as he yawns.

"we gotta get to class," he says, rubbing his eyes.

"yeah," you agree, sitting up and swinging your legs over the side of the bed. you feel a slight ache from how you slept, but it's not too bad.

heeseung gets up first, grabbing a t-shirt from his closet and slipping it on. "i can drive you home if you want," he offers casually.

"thanks," you say, standing and smoothing out your clothes. "i'll get changed."

heeseung nods and heads for the door. "i'll wait downstairs. take your time."

you quickly change into your clothes from yesterday, trying to shake off the strange mix of emotions from the night before. once you're dressed, you head down the stairs, but stop when you hear your name.

"when did yn leave last night?" a boy's voice asks.

"uh, she didn't," you hear heeseung reply.

there are multiple gasps of confusion. "she slept over?" 

"she's upstairs?"

"yeah, so what?" you hear heeseung say, a bit defensive.

"what's going on between you two?" someone asks.

"nothing-- we're just casual," heeseung responds.

his final response hurts you more than you expect. you don't even know why it stings so much, but it does. you take a deep breath before you walk down the stairs. in the kitchen you can see the group of frat boys who live there all gathered around. they look at you curiously. 

heeseung smiles at you. "ready to go?"

you force a smile and shake your head. "nah, i'm just gonna walk, it's okay."

he starts to argue, but you cut him off. "bye," you say, turning and leaving quickly, closing the front door behind you.

as you walk home, a mix of confusion, hurt, and anger churns inside you. you wonder why he was so nice to you the night before. how he cleaned you up so intimately and made sure you were okay. you weren’t use to such niceness. you were usually the one to kick someone out after sex or leave before you do get kicked out. why did he let you stay if he thinks it’s just casual between you. 

you remind yourself to be chill. there's nothing between you and lee heeseung. 

but the feelings linger, refusing to be ignored.

days later and your professor ended your afternoon class early. you pull out your phone to ask yooyeon and gracie where they are. but you see a text from your mom instead. 

mom : [your dad and i have broken up. please call me when you get the chance] [2:46]

your heart sinks, and you stop in your tracks, trying to hide the sudden wave of sadness and panic that washes over you. you quickly turn into a quiet hall. you don’t want anyone to see you like this. you curse your mom for picking such an awful time to tell you this. 

you keep staring at her text, the words blurring as your eyes fill with tears. you knew they were having problems, knew they were talking about divorce, but you didn't think they'd actually do it. just as the first tear escapes and trails down your face, a voice speaks up, startling you.

“what’s wrong?” 

you turn and see heeseung, his expression full of concern. you quickly wipe at your face, trying to pull yourself together. "everything's fine. see you later," you say, trying to walk away.

he stops you, gently taking your arm. "you're crying. what's wrong? you can tell me."

you sigh, not being able to process the new information yourself yet. you feel like you can’t think or speak straight. you hand him your phone, etting him read the message. his eyes scan the screen, and then he looks at you with understanding and sympathy. "i'm so sorry."

he pulls you into his embrace, his arms wrapping around you tightly. "it's going to be okay," he murmurs, his voice soothing. he kisses your forehead, and you pull away slightly, shocked.

"what if people see?" you ask, worried about the implications.

heeseung shakes his head. "who cares?" he says, pulling you back into his embrace.

you melt into his touch again, the confusion and hurt still there, but his presence brings a strange sense of comfort. why is he doing this? you can’t help but feel a little more at ease, even aw your mind races with questions and doubts. 

“are your parents divorced?” you ask him as you pull away. 

heeseung shakes his head, “nah, they’re coming to the house this weekend actually.” he pulls out his own phone and looks at the date. 

“oh really?” 

he shrugs, “yeah, they wanna see where i’m living this year and see the other guys.” 

“oh,” 

in the quiet hall it’s silent again and you have so much on your mind you forget to even speak until heeseung does again. 

“want me to drive you home?” 

you smile up at him, “please?”

he wraps his arm around your shoulder and guides you out of the school to his car where he can warm you up again.

heeseung texts you again to come over. something that’s been happening for weeks now. you’re at his house more often than not. and now, you don’t hesitate to go to the frat house you once hated. 

heeseung meets you at the door, a lazy smile on his face as he knows exactly what the both of you are thinking. you step inside and the surroundings are now familiar to you. heeseung shuts the door, his eyes burning with desire as he takes a step towards you. without a word, he pulls you into his arms, and your bodies fit together perfectly, as if they were made to slot together just like this.

"i've been thinking about this all day," he murmurs, his lips brushing against your ear, sending shivers down your spine. "want you so fucking bad, y/n."

you feel his hands roaming over your body, cupping your ass and pulling you against his growing erection. he's not shy about what he wants, and you love how forward he is. moaning softly, you tilt your head back, giving him better access to your neck as he plants eager kisses along your sensitive skin. his hands are everywhere, slipping under your shirt to touch your bare skin, making you ache for more.

"fuck, you feel so good," he groans, his voice thick with desire.

you pull back slightly, looking into his dark eyes, sparkling with lust. "then take me to your bedroom, hee."

“please, take her to your bedroom.” a voice says from inside the house. 

you turn and see jake sitting on the couch, his eyes begging as he had to watch and hear the interaction between you and jake. you giggle out at his reaction– jake too– is something you’ve become familiar with during the past few weeks. 

heeseung only smirks and takes your hand, leading you both towards the familiar path to his bedroom. 

as soon as the bedroom door shuts behind you, heeseung is on you again, this time much more desperate. 

he pushes you against the door, his mouth crashing onto yours in a hungry kiss. you respond eagerly, your hands tangling in his hair as you deepen the kiss. he moans into your mouth, his tongue seeking yours, tasting and teasing until you're both breathless.

he breaks the kiss, trailing heated kisses along your jaw, down your neck, nipping and sucking at your sensitive skin. "want to taste you, baby. Want you to sit on my face."

you whimper at his words, feeling your core clench with need. heeseung kneels on the bed, his eyes burning with intensity as he watches you undress. slowly, you peel your shirt over your head, enjoying the way his eyes roam over your body, taking in every inch of exposed skin. You kick off your shoes, wiggling out of your pants, and step out of your underwear. his eyes never leave you.

heeseung licks his lips, a hungry look in his eyes. "so fucking gorgeous, y/n."

you blush, but the heat in your core overrides any embarrassment.

once on the bed, he lets you take control, enjoying the show as you straddle his face, your pussy hovering over his waiting mouth.

"you gonna tease me again, baby?" he asks, his hot breath fanning your core, making you tremble.

you don't answer, instead, you lower yourself onto his mouth, moaning as his tongue swipes against your wet folds. he groans in appreciation, his hands gripping your thighs as he pulls you closer, his tongue delving into your slit. he's eager, lapping at your juices, sucking on your clit, and making you see stars. you grind your hips, riding his face as he eats you out with enthusiasm.

"oh, fuck, heeseung!" you cry out, feeling your orgasm building already. "feels so good, baby!"

He doesn't hold back, using his tongue to bring you pleasure, licking and sucking until you're a quivering mess. You cry out his name as you climax, your juices flooding his mouth. He laps it all up, humming in satisfaction as he continues to lick you through your orgasm.

As the pleasure subsides, you collapse beside him, panting heavily. Heeseung, however, is not done. He kisses his way up your body, pausing to suck your sensitive nipples into his mouth, making you mewl with pleasure. His hands roam over your body, caressing your curves, molding your body to his.

"i need to be inside of you," he says, his breath hot against your ear.

You feel a rush of heat between your legs at his words. That possessive, needy side of him is what draws you in, what makes you ache for him. You nod slowly, your lips parting to speak, but no words come out.

instead, you turn over and and lean forward. you place your palms on the bed and push yourself up on your knees, exposing yourself to him. 

heeseung's eyes darken as he takes in the sight of your round ass and your pussy, glistening with your juices. He reaches out, his fingers trailing lightly over your skin, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake.

he teases your entrance, circling it lightly, making you whine and rock your hips unconsciously.

"you're so wet for me, y/n," he says, his voice like velvet. "are you ready for my cock?"

"please," you whisper, your voice thick with need. “need your cock, hee.” 

with a growl, he grabs your hips and pulls you back, positioning his hard length at your entrance. you both moan as the tip teases your hole, then he slowly starts to push inside. You gasp as you feel yourself stretch around him, inch by incredible inch. heeseung's cock is thick and long, and you feel deliciously full as he bottoms out.

he doesn’t need to pause to let you adjust to his size anymore. you clench around him, your pussy gripping him tightly, and he groans, his head falling back. "fuck, y/n, you feel so tight. So fucking perfect. could stay like this forever."

he pulls your body back onto him, and then he begins to thrust. slow and deep at first, he sets a steady rhythm, pulling out almost all the way before slamming back into you. you cry out with each thrust, your body rocking back to meet his. his balls slap against your clit, sending sparks of pleasure through your core.

he leans over you, his chest pressing against your back, his breath hot in your ear. "that's it, baby, take it all," he grunts, his voice strained as he picks up the pace. "your tight pussy was made for my cock, wasn't it?"

you moan, your head falling back as he thrusts into you. "fuck yes, heeseung, it was," you pant. "it was made just for you."

His hands squeeze your hips as he slams into you, his hips meeting your ass with a loud, satisfying smack. The force of his thrusts rocks your body forward, and you brace yourself, pushing back against him, meeting his fierce rhythm. The sound of skin slapping against skin fills the room you’ve memorized by now. 

Heeseung's breath is ragged, his grunts of pleasure filling your ear. "You like that, baby? My cock pounding into your tight hole?"

"Yes! Harder, Heeseung! Fuck me harder!" you scream, your body on fire, desperate for release.

He obeys, gripping your hips so tightly you'll have bruises tomorrow. But you don't care, the pain only adds to the pleasure. He slams into you with such force the bed shakes, and you cry out, throwing your head back, your body shaking with the force of your orgasm. You clamp down on his cock, milking him, your juices flowing as your body pulses with pleasure.

"Fuck, y/n, you're making me cum," he groans, his thrusts becoming erratic as he loses control.

You reach underneath yourself, your fingers finding your clit as he continues to thrust. You rub circles around it, riding out your orgasm as you crave for more. "Cum for me, Heeseung," you pant. "Fill me with your cum."

He growls, his body tenses, and then you feel it. His cock pulses and twitches as he releases, his warm cum shooting inside you. He groans your name, his hands grasping your hips tightly as he rides out his peak.

As his thrusts slow, he pulls you back against his chest, his arms wrapping around your body possessively. You can feel his heart pounding against your back, his breath still ragged as he recovers. it feels intimate with him. his cum deep inside of you while his cock softens, and he keeps you so close to him. 

when both of you catch your breaths, heeseung falls into his new routine of cleaning you up and making sure you’re okay before he lays back down in bed beside you. 

the routine is repetitive and comforting. you feel safe and cared for while your with heeseung. it’s something you’ve never felt with anyone before. and you especially never though you would feel this with lee heeseung. 

but over the past few weeks that you’ve been hooking up with him, the more you’ve gotten to know him– the things he likes, hates, some personal things that he’s never told anyone before except for you. 

you feel like heeseung has become someone you can rely on. he’s been there for you more than your friends have been recently. he’s there when you’re sad, frustrated, stressed and happy. you’ve seen more sides of him than you thought he even had during the weeks you’ve been tangled in his sheets with him. 

you’re scared that you’ve started to catch feelings for lee heeseung. 

the thought is almost too much for you. you instinctively stand up from his bed and start to pull on your clothes. heeseung stayed laying in his bed, his arm draped over his head on the pillow. he watched you start to dress silently. 

“you know,” heeseung smirks playfully, “it’s so great you’re not clingy.” 

you froze, looking back at him. "what do you mean?" you asked, trying to keep your voice steady. you hear a sense of sarcasm in his tone, his eyes hold a look of teasing. 

heeseung shrugged casually. "you're not clingy like other girls. it's refreshing."

the words stung more than you'd care to admit. "yeah, sure," you replied, your tone colder than you intended. the thought of him being with other girls besides you makes you tense up. it reminds you of what you and heeseung really are. you are not in a relationship at all. he can freely hook up with other girls all he wants. he’s not yours. 

heeseung seemed to take your response lightly. "i mean, no drama, no expectations. it's perfect, right?"

something in you snapped. "perfect?" you echoed, you turn to face him, standing in only your panties and t shirt, pants in your hand. "is that all you see this as? some drama-free convenience?"

heeseung frowned, clearly taken aback by your sudden change in tone. he sits up in his bed when he answers, "what's with you? you're overthinking this."

you scoffed, feeling your frustration boil over. "i'm not overthinking anything. i'm just... i don't know, expecting a little more respect maybe?"

heeseung rolled his eyes dismissively which only fueled your anger. "oh, come on. don't be like that. we agreed this was casual, no strings attached."

"yeah, we did," you snapped, grabbing your bag. "but that doesn't mean you get to treat me like i'm some disposable... i don't know, thing!"

heeseung sighed, running a hand through his hair. "i'm just joking, okay? you're taking it too seriously."

"just joking?" you repeated, your voice rising. "god, you really don't get it, do you? i'm not asking for much, just a little acknowledgment that I'm a person with feelings."

heeseung stands up, his own annoyance beginning to show. "look, if you want to end this, just say so."

you stared at him, hurt and anger mixing into a painful lump in your throat. "maybe I do," you said, heading for the door. "maybe I don't want to be just another convenient hookup for you."

you hear him try to stop you by calling your name, but your hand was on the door knob and pulling it open. 

only then, you freeze in place. standing in the hallway were two older adults, looking at you with curious expressions.

“oh, hello,” the woman said, her eyebrows raising slightly.

you felt your cheeks burn with embarrassment. “um, hi,” you stammered, glancing back at heeseung, who was now standing behind you, only in his boxers and you with your pants in your hand. 

“heeseung?” the man, presumably his father, spoke, looking over your shoulder at his son. “is this your friend?”

before you could say anything, heeseung stepped forward, putting his arm around your shoulders. “yeah, this is yn,” he said smoothly. “mom, dad, this is my girlfriend.”

you blinked in surprise, looking up at him with wide eyes. girlfriend?

“nice to meet you,” his mom said, smiling warmly. “we’ll just wait downstairs while you two… get dressed.”

they turned and walked back down the stairs, leaving you standing in the doorway, stunned. you closed the door and whirled around to face heeseung. you were embarrassed, frustrated, angry and confused. 

“what the hell was that?” you hissed, trying to keep your voice down.

heeseung shrugged, looking a bit sheepish. “they always want me to have a girlfriend. and you were in my bedroom, so… just play it cool, okay?”

“play it cool?” you echoed, groaning in frustration. “this is so not cool, heeseung.”

he raised his hands defensively. “look, it’s just for now. they won’t stay long. just go with it, please?”

you sighed, rubbing your temples. this was the last thing you needed right now, but you were stuck. “fine,” you muttered. “but you owe me for this.”

once you and heeseung were dressed, you made your way downstairs. his parents were waiting in the living room, and they both stood up when you entered. you could tell they were slightly disgruntled from the mess that was in the frat kitchen. but what could they really expect from five frat boys living together?

“it’s so nice to meet you properly,” his mom said, pulling you into a warm hug. you stiffened slightly, not used to this kind of affection from someone else’s parents. his dad followed suit, giving you a firm handshake.

“how long have you two been dating?” his dad asked, looking between you and heeseung.

“only a few months,” heeseung answered smoothly.

“are you in college as well?” his mom inquired.

you nodded. “yes, i am.”

heeseung glanced at his phone and then at his parents. “actually, yn has to get to class soon anyway.”

“it was lovely meeting you, yn,” his mom said with a warm smile. “we’d love for you to join us at our beach house this summer. heeseung always has a great time there, and we’d be delighted for you to meet the rest of the family.”

you glanced at heeseung, who raised his eyebrows, silently urging you to play along. “yeah, sure,” you said, forcing a smile. “it was so nice meeting you both.”

you made your way to the door, feeling the weight of the situation settle in. as you stepped outside, your thoughts swirled with confusion. what was happening between you and heeseung?

his words and reminders of your no strings attached deal shouldn’t bother you; but they did. and the fact that you were here, meeting his parents and getting wrapped up in his family plans, only made things more complicated.you knew deep down that you wouldn’t be hurt by his words if you weren’t catching feelings for him. you realize that for once, you were the one breaking the no-strings-attached deal.

you were sitting in your dorm room with gracie and yooyeon, the three of you sprawled out on the floor with snacks and textbooks scattered around. you needed to be with your friends after the morning you had meeting heeseung parents. 

“so, how’s heeseung?” yooyeon asks you over her biology textbook. it’s like she could read your mind. 

“he’s uh, good.” you reply, your eyes not leaving your notes. 

“are you still hooking up with him?” gracie tilts her head to look at you. you nod in response hesitantly, because after today you weren’t sure if you were. “what’s wrong? i can tell you’re upset.” 

you sigh and put your papers down, looking at your friends. their faces are etched in concern as they  look at you. they know you so well. 

“well uh, i think i’m catching feelings for heeseung,” you admitted, glancing down at your hands. you find it hard to look at them as you tell them the secret you’ve been hiding from them. 

gracie immediately frowned. “yn, he’s a loser. he doesn’t deserve a great girl like you.”

yooyeon nodded in agreement. “seriously, you can do so much better.”

you groan and cover your face with your hands. you throw your head back so it rests on the backside of the couch. “i know, i know. but, sometimes he can be… sweet. but then today we fought, and he just- i don’t know. he doesn’t have feelings for me and it hurts.” 

just then, your phone rang, interrupting the conversation. gracie’s eyes widened. “is that heeseung, now?”

you looked at the caller id and nodded. “yeah, it’s him.”

“well, don’t answer it,” yooyeon said firmly. “he doesn’t deserve your time.”

you sighed, feeling a pang of guilt as you put the phone down without answering it. the ringtone stopped, leaving an awkward silence in the room.

“i know you have feelings for him,” gracie said gently, “but you deserve someone who feels the same way about you.”

yooyeon added, “you’re worth more than some guy who only wants sex.” 

you forced a smile, trying to push away the lingering disappointment. “thanks, guys. you’re right.”

you sat back and tried to enjoy the night with your friends, but your mind kept drifting back to heeseung. despite your best efforts, you couldn’t shake the feeling that maybe, just maybe, there was more to him than what he was showing you. that maybe in another universe lee heeseung could like you back.

the next night, you lay in bed, you’d skip the entire day of classes. you’d told gracie and yooyeon you were sick, but you knew they saw through the lie. your mind was a tangled mess of thoughts and feelings for heeseung. you couldn’t stop thinking about how sweet he was with you, how he took care of you, listened to you, and comforted you. he made you laugh when you were sad, and that meant more than you ever wanted to admit.

suddenly, your phone buzzed with a new text message. it was from heeseung.

heeseung: [i'm sorry about yesterday] [9:38] heeseung: [but i really need you] [9:38] heeseung: [i'm so hard right now] [9:39] heeseung: [i keep thinking of your pussy] [9:39]

you stared at the message, your heart racing. memories of your conversation with gracie and yooyeon the day before played in your mind. they were right, heeseung was a player, and you knew you shouldn’t be getting so attached. but despite knowing this, your heart ached for him.

after a moment of hesitation, you sighed and typed out a response.

yn: [i’ll be there in 30] [9:42]

as you hit send, you tried to ignore the sinking feeling in your chest, telling yourself it was just casual. but deep down, you knew it was more than that for you. you threw on some clothes, grabbed your bag, and headed out, trying to convince yourself that you were making the right choice.

you show up at heeseung’s house, and he lets you in, leading you up to his room. unlike all the other times, it feels awkward. the usual comfort and ease between you two is missing, replaced by a tension that is seemingly suffocating. 

heeseung closes the door behind you, and you both stand there for a moment, unsure of what to do or say. finally, he breaks the silence.

“i’m sorry about yesterday,” heeseung says, his voice low. “i was just trying to joke because you got up from the bed so fast. i didn’t know how to respond. you were leaving so quick.”

you nod, understanding but still feeling a bit hurt. “i get it. it just... caught me off guard, that’s all.”

he continues, “and thanks for pretending with my parents. i just, always disappoint them, and i didn’t want to this time. i knew they’d love you.”

you smile shyly, feeling a mix of emotions. heeseung steps closer, wrapping his arms around your waist. his touch is warm, and you find yourself leaning into him despite everything.

“come on, smile for me,” heeseung says softly, trying to lighten the mood. his eyes search yours, and he leans in, and you let him. you let him press his lips against yours in a soft, gentle kiss. a kiss that shouldn’t be done between two people who have a no strings attached agreement. 

the kiss is tender, different from all the others. it feels like he’s pouring all his unspoken words and feelings into it. you melt into his embrace, the awkwardness slowly fading away. for a moment, everything feels right again. 

"i need you," he murmurs, his eyes searching yours as he pulls back slightly.

you lean in and capture his lips in another kiss, pouring all your feeling into it, wanting him to know without a doubt how much he affects you. heeseung's hands roamed your body, caressing your curves with a tenderness that made your heart melt.

as you kisses grew more heated, you realized how badly you wanted him now. you needed to fele him inside of you. you let him push you down onto his bed. neither of you talk as you both rush to get undressed. ripping off your clothes and throwing them onto his floor into one big messy pile. 

without even thinking, you turn onto your knees. you know heeseung loves fucking you from the back by now. he’s told you over and over again how it’s his favourite position. it allowed him to take control and watch his cock slide in and out of your wet pussy. 

heeseung’s hands wrapped around your hips, you could feel him lean down and press a soft kiss onto your back, “can i fuck you in missionary? i wanna see your beautiful face.” his compliment makes your cheeks turn red, but you let him turn you over so your head is in his pillow. 

heeseung positioned himself above you. your legs on either side of his waist as he guided his hard length to your entrance. you gasped as he slowly sank into you, his eyes never leaving yours. the expression on his face was one of pure adoration that made your heart skip. 

heeseung’s hands gripped your thighs, holding onto you as he thrusted into you. “you feel so fucking good," he groaned, his eyes fluttering shut for a moment before snapping back open to look at you. "i love watching my cock disappear inside that tight pussy."

you moaned at his words, your head falling back as pleasure washed over you. but you quickly brought your gaze back to his, wanting to drink in the sight of him losing control. his eyes were dark with desire, his usually cocky smile softened by a look of raw need.

heeseung’s eyes don’t leave you. his hands trail down your stomach, “god you’re so beautiful- so soft.” 

you whine in response, loving how gentle he was being with you. it was different from all the other times you’ve had sex. it was slow, and passionate. 

his fingers reach down where your bodies are meeting and starts to rub slow circles on your clit, making you cry out. 

heeseung leans over your body and presses his lips onto yours. the kiss isn’t sloppy and wet like his usual kisses during sex. it’s full of something that you aren’t sure of. it’s sweet and gentle. 

his cock continues to thrust into you, filling you up. the intimacy between you makes the coil in your stomach start to unwind quicker than ever. it all feels so close and almost, loving. 

“heeseung,” you whimper out against his lips. 

his eyes flew open, locking with yours as you continued to move together in perfect sync. you could see the passion and intensity in his gaze, and you felt yourself falling even deeper.

"cum for me, baby," he urged, his voice hoarse with longing. "let me feel you tighten around me."

your breath hitched as you felt your orgasm building. heeseung quickened his pace slight. your hips starting to move to meet his as you both chased the release that was so close. 

"that's it, baby," he encouraged, his eyes never leaving yours. "cum for me. let go."

with a cry, you surrendered to the pleasure, your body shaking as you fell over the edge. heeseung followed soon after, his eyes rolling back in his head as he filled you with his release. cumming together even felt more intimate this time. 

heeseung pulls out of you and moves to lay beside you. both of you are catching your breaths. it feels overwhelming for you. his touches are gentle as he traces his fingers down your arm. he’s pressing soft, lingering kisses into your shoulder. this doesn’t feel like something casual; it feels like love, like a relationship. a relationship that you suddenly realize you want. but you know heeseung doesn't want the same, and that realization hits you like a ton of bricks.

you feel like you have no other option than to jump out of his bed. to get away from him. you start trying to get dressed quickly, but tears start to fall, blurring your vision. your breaths are hitched as you try to grab your clothes. 

behind you, heeseung sits up, concern etched on his face. 

“what’s wrong?” heeseung asks, but you ignore him, the emotions are too raw and painful. “please, tell me,” he continued to pry, his voice breaking with worry.

you start to head for the door. your heart and head telling you two opposite things. but when you reach the handle, heeseung has already stood up and grabbed your arm. he spins you around so your body is pressed between him and his door. he’s pulling you close to him so you’re forced to look at him through your tears. “did i hurt you, baby? i didn’t mean to if i did, you couldn’t told me to stop, i-”

you dryly laugh, because his concern that he may have physically hurt you makes you fall for him harder. he’s too gentle with you, too sweet. 

“no, you didn’t,” you say, choking on your tears.

“then why are you crying? tell me, baby,” heeseung pleads, his eyes searching yours.

you take a shaky breath, finally letting the words tumble out. “because i want more than this, heeseung. i want a relationship. i want you.” he stays silent as he stares at you, “but i know, we made a no strings attached deal. so i understand that we don’t want the same thing anymore.” 

heeseung’s eyes widen in surprise, and he gently sits you back down on the bed. he wipes your tears away, his touch tender and comforting. part of you wants to melt into his touch, and the other part is screaming at you to leave. 

“yn, i’ve loved you since i met you at that very first party,” he confesses, his voice soft but sure. “i didn’t think you’d ever feel the same about me. i mean, i had heard so many times that you’re only into casual sex, so i didn’t think i’d have a shot.”

you look at him, your heart swelling with relief and joy. “really?”

“really,” he says, smiling. “i was an idiot for not telling you sooner.”

you laugh through your tears, “we were both idiots.” 

heeseung leans in, and you both share a sweet, deep kiss. the first kiss that doesn’t have any hidden intentions. both of your true feelings were out in the open, allowing you to feel them in this kiss. 

heeseung pulls back, a mischievous glint in his eyes. “so, does this mean i can call you my girlfriend now?”

you laugh, playfully shoving him. “shut up, heeseung.”

he grins, pulling you into another kiss.

the sun was setting over the horizon, casting a warm, golden hue over the beach. you, gracie, and yooyeon are lounging on beach chairs outside heeseung’s family beach house. the soft sound of cicadas from the day were quieting out. 

gracie sips her drink and looks over at you with a teasing smile. “why didn’t become casual with heeseung sooner, yn?”

yooyeon nods in agreement. “yeah, we could’ve been spending our summers here all along. this place is amazing.”

you laugh, “because he was the “walking std” remember?” gracie and yooyeon laugh and clink their drinks together before drinking from them. 

as you’re laughing at them for celebrating your relationship,  you feel a pair of arms wrap around you from behind, and you squeal in surprise as heeseung kisses the side of your neck.

“well i guess you were right,” heeseung says in your ear. 

“about what?” you question him as you look upwards.

“being casual with me wouldn’t work out.” 

everyone bursts into laughter. you lean into heeseung’s embrace as he sits down beside you, feeling his warmth and comfort that have become so familiar to you. 

“yeah, i think we figured that out,” you say, smiling up at him.

heeseung kisses you again, and you close your eyes, savoring the moment. surrounded by your friends and the boy you love, everything feels perfect. 

you love being in a relationship.

you’ve realized the finding someone special, who makes your heart race and brings joy to your life is easier than pushing everyone away. you’ve learnt to find comfort in the depth and connection that comes with a committed relationship. there’s something beautiful about sharing your life, dreams, and fears with someone who truly cares. you no longer want any fleeting encounters with no meaning.

and you’re happy that you’ve found that with lee heeseung (even if he is kind of annoying).

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thinking about fuck buddy jake... (˶˃ ᵕ ˂˶)

₊˚⊹ pairing❥: jake x female reader

jake's sex drive is extremely high. he can't remember the last time he was able to go a week without it, he's always horny so he's grateful to have you to accompany his needs when he calls. he loves a good quickie and doesn't really care where you do it. fucking you when and where you're not supposed to gives him a pleasurable adrenaline rush, and he's really good at not getting the two of you caught. ♡

you've fucked in numerous peculiar locations; the couch at his grandparent's house, a victoria's secret fitting room, a playground late at night, his little brother's closet— listen... being squished on his lap for an hour during hide and seek wasn't going to end any other way. you surprisingly haven't done anything in a movie theater yet, but he absolutely plans on it.

jake's favorite place to fuck you is definitely in his car where you can get loud as ever. he loves taking you to the back, bending you over and pounding your pussy until the seats get sticky with sweat and cum, the windows get so fogged up from both of your hot heavy breathing combined.

fuck buddy jake will always give you head before fucking you. he has the most plump, voluminous lips that make you feel better than any toy can. he'd whisper against your cunt that aches for him, spitting on it and smearing the saliva around with his digits to prepare you for his tongue+fingering combo. the way you look down at him with so much adoration when he's in between your legs makes him crazy hard, and it feels so good to give his cock slow strokes as he french kisses your pussy. he keeps a certain length to his hair solely because he loves how you run your fingers through it while he makes soft suctions on your sensitive clit, how you grip it hard to grind against his soft lips before cumming in his mouth.

you never cared for australian accents until you met your fuck buddy jake. the way he speaks is just saurrr sexy, his tone is soft and sweet with you and it makes a complete pool in your panties. you easily do anything he asks. he thinks it's so cute how embarrassingly wet you get from his voice alone, so he makes sure to talk you through your orgasms as much as he can when you fuck. most of all, jake loves to call you his good girl, it's his favorite line of praise. "you look so pretty taking my dick. you wanna be a good girl and cum for me?" he'd talk your head off during missionary, showering you in filthy compliments.

fuck buddy jake likes to text you consistently. sending good morning & goodnight texts just feels right to him, and he always insists you text that you made it home safely after you leave his place. he's the first person you send selfies to before you post them on social media, and of course he gets the exclusives, if you're picking up what im putting down. you two exchange nudes and sext back and forth during late horny hours, he desperately fucks his fist in his bed to the nasty messages that pop up on his screen. he likes to send you videos of him stroking his dick and cumming all over his abdomen with his face in the frame, you save and touch yourself to them when he's not able to come over ❤︎₊ ⊹

fuck buddy jake loves to mark your body, even though you're not officially his. he'd hungrily bite and suck on the sweet spots of your flesh, creating dark bruises in places only he gets to see. not your neck since its too obvious, but your tummy, in between your thighs, and his favorite place— your tits. he hates when you wear tops that expose your chest and will pull up your top when nobody is looking, because all his hickies reside there, which are only for his eyes only.

fuck buddy jake is a whiney moaner, he just cannot help himself with the way your warm walls grip and tighten around his cock. he gets really high pitched and breathless, really loud when he's about to cum. "shit, oh fuck you feel so good. im gonna cum inside you," he'd moan pathetically, throwing his head back as unbearable bursts of pleasure pulse through his body. the groans he makes during sex are probably your favorite part of the entire thing, they're needy and dramatic. when giving him blowjobs you purposely continue to suck and tease his tip after he cums, just to hear him whimper and beg you to stop because he sounds so cute >؂•̀

jake tries his best to last for you, but sometimes he physically can't. you love how easily he leaks his seed though, it's kinda hot... especially because his load is always so excessive and messy. he'll use a condom depending on if you want to, but you almost never do, you love to fuck raw thanks to your handydandy bc pill. his pull out game is terrible... but to be fair, the warm sensation of his semen shooting up inside you feels too good to ever want something between the two of you.

fuck buddy jake cares alot about your pleasure. with his past bodies all he cared about was getting his own nut, but with you its different. when you first started messing around, he read books and took notes on female anatomy to make sure he knew exactly how to make you feel good, how to thrust, where to lick, where to grope, where to suck. you'd think he was a virgin after going through his search history; "how to make a girl cum from head" "how to make her squirt" "how do you find a girl's gspot?" he knows better than to learn from porn. he gets so carried away like a complete nerd, sitting and watching educational sex videos for hours at night with his dick hard, planning what he'll do to you the next day.

fuck buddy jake calls you his girl/girlfriend jokingly, but deep down inside there's meaning behind it. he's had the gushiest crush on you ever since the first day you met, and having secret sex nearly every day only deepened his infatuation for you and made him fall in love. however, he would never confess unless you hinted at it first. he has a great fear of rejection and would hate to make things "weird" between the two of you if you didn't want something more than just moaning each other's names behind closed doors.

all he can do is cross his fingers, hoping that one day his dick game will make you cum to your senses.

(yes, that was a pun pls LAUGH)

𝘴𝘶𝘯𝘨𝘩𝘰𝘰𝘯 𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯!

🏷️ @emowonz cornered and bullied me to drop bye

reblog if you enjoyed <3 pretty please💕 i'll do heeseung's tmrw most likely. have a goodnight/day/evening babe

[enhard]

lee heeseung — “bullseye”

pairing: loser roommate!l.hs x fem!reader

cw: smut, loser hee i can’t stress this enough, lowk a pervert and dirty minded, very very down bad but jealous af, lots of masturbating, usage of toys, stealing your underwear, mentions of nudes, he’s a virgin, cute breeding kink for my boy (ᗒᗣᗕ)՞

hee is the biggest loser in enhypen. try to change my mind.

@hoseokteardrop you gave me a brain itch (。ˇ ⊖ˇ）♡

not proofread ! (MDNI)

you always knew your college roommate was a loser, he played games all day and night in his dorm, never attended parties or outings. you liked him as a friend though. he’s sweet.

if only you had known that he would think about you all the time, whenever you came back home from a college party with a dress shorter than usual, he couldn’t help but quickly excuse himself to the bathroom just to fist his cock thinking about you.

he can’t stand it. he can’t accept seeing you in clothes so revealing going to parties where other men are there. why would you need attention from other men from campus? isn’t he enough?

he likes you. a bit too much. he’s horrible at flirting though. he has no experience in relationships or intimacy it’s pathetic.

“fuck, i’m cumming” is all that echoes through his room late at night, hoping to not wake you up.

he’s a virgin, hoping that you would be his first, but at the same time he’s terrified that he will do something wrong and you’ll hate him forever.

he would offer to do the laundry, just to look at your underwear, imagining you in it. how the panty straps would hug your hips with your skin glowing so bright.

he would steal some panties from you just to fuck them when he was feeling needy. you haven’t noticed they were missing to this day.

when you weren’t home, he would quickly go to his desk, pressing away at the pc to find his favourite videos. he would close his eyes imagining that those sweet sounds were all yours.

he wishes he would get at least one nude pic from you, but he never got it, obviously. that was one of the things he dreamed of at night, simultaneously something that kept him up at night. he needed your body. he needed you.

he wanted to breed you. he wanted to fuck his cum into you. he wanted to paint your pussy with it instead of a tissue or his abdomen. he wanted to fill you up so good, every time you talked he was fantasising about filling up your pretty mouth with his cum. he couldn’t help it.

you wondered why so many packages came through the door and why he was so strict about you not touching them. you respected his wishes, but now you wished you had opened them.

he would buy so many toys and gadgets for him to try out, he could open up an entire account for posting not-so-innocent videos of him relieving himself with them.

from different pillows, to rubber toys, fleshlights anything you could think of. he had it.

he knew he was dirty but not himself, oh he was clean compared to other college guys. his room was a mess though. but he never ever let you see all of those toys, he kept them nice and locked away.

one day you were at the dorm, feeling it in your room. you just got that urge. you felt needy.

you didn’t have a boyfriend or friends with benefits to call, so you decided to do it solo.

you had some hot but horrible boyfriends in the past, none of which you wanted to think about right now.. so who would be better than your loser gamer roommate?

“i know he’s crazy, but he’s also crazy hot.” you thought. he might be a nerd but he’s also so attractive it’s perfect.

you travel your hand down, rubbing yourself through your panties. it doesn’t take long before you stop to take your panties off and insert your fingers inside. you close your eyes, imagining that your roommate is fucking you right now.

you start moaning out his name, those noises sneaking through the halls. you thought he wasn’t home, but as he was walking across the hall, he could hear your moans.

as he stops by your door, luckily for him it was ajar, he sees you shoving your fingers inside.

he thought he was dreaming, getting so excited over the sight. someone pinch him.

he licked his lips seeing a slight hint of your pussy he wanted to fuck. he wanted to claim it like it was his.

at one point, you stop fingering yourself to take your top off, exposing your tits with a bounce.

he almost moaned on the spot seeing those tits. oh how he wishes he could touch them.

he promised to himself that he’ll suck on them so good it’ll leave you weeping.

he promised that he would fuck you so good it would leave you craving for more and more.

he wanted you to ride him, your tits bouncing up and down with each move. his favourite position.

once you start fingering yourself again and moaning out his name, he leaks precum through his pants, getting a painfully hard dick, oh how he wished for this.

he takes out his cock right out his pants, stroking it and abusing his swollen tip while staring at you.

it felt good. way better than it normally felt. he was doing good at keeping quiet until you let out the hottest moan he’s ever heard, that tipped him off the edge. his moan followed yours and you instantly stopped what you were doing to stare at the door.

with a confused look on your face, but way too horny to scold him, you sighed.

“hee..? come in. please.” you breathe out.

you can see him walking in, with his cock still out. you slightly smile, seeing at how desperate he was for you.

“come here, let me give you what you want.” you say, seeing a cute stupid smile plastered on his face.

he comes up to you just to pull you into a kiss, and to pin you under him. but he clearly didn’t know where to rest his arms so you softly laugh at him. “is this your first time?” you say smiling.

he nods, visibly embarrassed by it. you find him adorable, and the thought that he’s a virgin makes you even more excited. he doesn’t know what he’s doing but you’re there to teach him.

“that’s okay, don’t be embarrassed. i’ll guide you.”

he smiles. he knows he just hit bullseye.

[enhard]

pervy loser! heeseung hcs |

SMUT BELOW (MDNI)

cw: smut, he’s just a perv AND a loser wishing to win you over, masturbating

i cant stop thinking about him lawd i need him in me ;

loser!hee who would stare at your body any chance he’d get, even if you noticed.

loser!hee who would get jealous over anyone looking at you, thinking that no one except him can fuck you.

loser!hee who would fist his cock using your pair of panties he found, leaking at just the sight of them.

loser!hee who would cover his mouth while jerking off just to imagine that you’re right there behind stroking him.

loser!hee who would watch porn just to imagine you with him instead.

loser!hee who would buy toys that reminded him of you, fucking them while moaning out your name.

loser!hee who wishes he could film tapes with you, fucking you for the camera. filming your fucked out face for everyone to see.

loser!hee who would sneak into your room while you weren’t there, just to hump your pillow until he came all over it.

loser!hee who would stroke himself while on the phone with you. you wonder why you kept hearing a “keep talking” from him. all breathless.

loser!hee who would gift you popsicles on a hot summer day just to watch you lick them and suck them.

loser!hee who woke up so many times at night rock hard from having wet dreams of you.

[enhard]

park sunghoon — “code red”

let it fall, call it code red

: you send your boyfriend some risky photos, knowing he’s about to perform in front of thousands. the punishment you’ll get is well deserved.

pairing: bf!p.sh x fem!reader

cw: smut, unprotected sex, creampie, mentions about multiple rounds, sunghoon using your body for his own pleasure, he ties up your hands, degrading kink, hair pulling, slight masturbating, sending explicit photos and texts, lots of teasing.

not proofread, enjoy! (MDNI)

it’s been an hour ever since you kissed your boyfriend goodbye, wishing him luck at his upcoming concert. an hour ever since you couldn’t stop thinking about him, closing your eyes just to imagine him being right there between your legs.

you’re laying down on your bed, the need to touch him sinking you in the mattress. you sit up to look into the mirror that’s by the bed, deciding to tease him a bit.

you know that he’s with his members right now, having to perform any second.

you keep looking at your body in the mirror, lifting your undershirt just enough to show your abdomen. you take off your shorts, leaving yourself in your panties.

biting your lip, you open your camera app. you lay back down in your bed to take a few pics from the neck down. your boobs sit so nicely for the picture, almost like knowing you’re taking them for your love.

after you take some pics, even a short video for you holding your phone up with your right hand while running your left hand all over your body. you slightly smile and the camera picks it up perfectly for him.

you squeeze your thighs together, starting to grind on your own panties while thinking about him again.

you quickly open up the texting app, seeing that he was active 2 minutes ago. “perfect” you mumble to yourself, letting out small sounds as you’re squeezing your thighs tighter.

you send him a little text first, to see if he’d reply in the first place.

hey baby are you still backstage?

heyy my love yeah im still here, they’re delaying the concert a few minutes lol. what’s up?

oh if he knew right there.

mm i’m glad then, i miss you alreadyyy 😓

🫣 what do you mean by that darling?

and then you just go for it. you smile as you send him one photo of the ones you took, along with that short video. the blinding red led light hovering over your skin.

as soon as he sees the photos, he covers his phone screen to not leak it to anybody by accident.

he gulps, examining every part of your body visible. oh how he wishes he could throw kisses all over your pretty body. he hates what you’re doing to him but oh how much he loves how hot you look for him.

he can feel his bulge getting harder with each passing second staring at the material you sent him, looking down and cursing under his breath.

he immediately texts you back, struggling already.

you fucking slut, you got me hard already how am i supposed to perform now?

you smile even harder at his text, travelling your hand down to your panties just to rub yourself. you want him inside you badly, but teasing him is equally as fun.

letm help u get rid of it go smwhere whereno one can see u ;)

i don’t have time, if i get caught you’re so dead whore. i’m coming home right after this but why are you typing so weird all of a sudden?

ifs hard typingwuth one hand love 😜

oh you have no idea what you’re doing to me right now. when did i let you touch yourself? you’ll see what will happen when i get home. you better be all ready cause you’re not going down easy.

you don’t get to even text back, cause you get another few ones from him.

fuck i need to perform now

you’re getting punished when i get home

ill fuck you so good you’ll need me all the time from now on

you better not cum until i get home

you close your eyes, replaying his texts in your mind on repeat as you rub your panties faster. you keep his promise on not cumming, figuring you already pissed him off enough already.

your nipples get hard from the cold air coming from the open window. you get such heat in your stomach you can’t tame, only way you can tame it now is by letting sunghoon do whatever he wants to you.

you wonder the whole time how he performed with a boner but he did quite well, hiding it as well as he could. of course all he could think about was you.. those photos you sent floating in his mind on loop.

he forgot a few lyrics here and there being too preoccupied remembering the curves on your body he loved so much. how he was going to trace his fingers over every bump and curve on it.

feels like hours passed since his concert started, but the concert’s duration was only an hour, way shorter than the usual concerts he holds.

when they were done performing, backstage he quickly changed his clothes and took his things to run home. he didn’t even care enough to greet his members, all he wanted was you.

when you hear the front door open, you almost squeal out of excitement. you fix up your hair a bit, covering yourself with the blanket on your bed.

he drops all his things just to burst through the bedroom.

he eyes you up and down, his gaze changing suddenly when he sees you.

he walks over to you, already talking his jacket off.

“let me give you what you want love, you deserve it.” he growls, dragging you out of bed. your body gets exposed to him like this, and he can’t help but run his hands all over you. he picks you up just to squeeze you between him and the wall. you feel his hard cock against your panties as he’s smirking.

you grab onto the collar of his shirt, whining at him. “pleaseee fuck me already. i was a good girl, i didn’t cum yet.” you feel proud of yourself, and he gives you a kiss for that.

“you are a good girl, but not good enough for me not to punish you. know that right?” you nod. but you don’t mind. you wrap your arms around his neck, hoping for the best.

he throws you back onto the bed, getting on top of you. he doesn’t hesitate taking off his shirt while smiling at you. he leans in for another kiss before running his hands up your undershirt to cup your breasts. he plays with them, tugging on your nipples and pinching your skin. you know how much he loves them, and you love when he plays with them. then he just takes off your undershirt, wanting to see them in their glory.

you try reaching to touch his abs, but he quickly takes off his belt to tie your hands above your head with it. you look at him while pouting but he doesn’t buy any of it.

“no pouting and no touching slut, this is what you get. next time watch what you do.” you nod, looking down.

as he’s about to take your panties off, he notices how wet you are, scoffing.

“talk about me being hard, look at you slut. you’re so wet just for me.. that’s how i love it.” he chuckles, sliding them off you too easily.

he parts your legs, rubbing your pussy a bit before inserting his fingers inside you.

you instantly moan, bouncing up and down trying to move around on his fingers.

he slaps your pussy, making you stop. “did i tell you to do that? oh you’re getting on my nerves whore. sit still before i have to tie you up whole.”

you gulp, apologising in a sweet voice. “im sorry.. daddy.” he clicks his tongue. “that’s better. keep your legs open for me.” he takes his fingers out of you, leaving such emptiness within you.

he takes off his pants and boxers in one move.

he’s way too needy to waste time right now, but he’s down to teasing you any time.

he starts fisting his cock, right with you watching with your legs open. he gives himself deep strokes, groaning a bit with each one. you’re sitting there craving his cock too bad to be cutting with this right now. you start doing what you’re best at, whining.

“what are you doing… please fuck me alreadyyyy i feel way better than your hand pleaseee..” you’re pathetic whining and begging like that, but it does the job in convincing him.

without saying a word, he shoves it all inside you. he doesn’t give you any time to adjust, making you scream out of frustration.

“you stretched yourself enough with your fingers thinking about me, be quiet before i make you keep your mouth closed.”

you try keeping quiet as he’s thrusting into you at whatever pace he wants, moaning every few thrusts. the heat in your stomach gets more and more unbearable, you let out small noises and he’s fine with that.

“you’re such.. a slut..begging me.. to fuck you.. you’re all mine.” you nod frantically.

“..i’m all yours… only yours.. fuck daddy pleaseee..”

he picks his pace up upon hearing the new nickname you chose again, pulling at your hair little by little.

you clench around him as you’re about to cum and he keeps your legs wide open, grabbing them harder. “let me.. make you cum pretty girl..”

and you do just that, you furrow your eyebrows as you cum all over him. all over his abs and the covers.

he hisses as you’re cumming, enjoying your quiet moans.

he leans in to rest his head in the crook of your neck, fucking into you even faster than before.

you wrap your legs around him, expecting for him to cum soon.

you’re right, and without saying a word he’s convinced you’re letting him cum inside you.

he thrusts into you a few more times before letting out a moan as he’s cumming in you filling you up.

you roll your eyes back, enjoying the feeling too badly.

after a bit he sits up, making you sit on his lap. your arms still tied, you give him a kiss.

“i’ll use you the whole night you whore, you’ll regret sending those pictures.” he says in a low voice.

you’re willing to let him use you, this was your reasoning on why those photos exist. you want him to use you, knowing that you give him more pleasure than anyone could.

you just smile, knowing your plan worked.

“use me up, cum inside me just how you love it. until you stop seeing red.”

[enhard]

masterlist

s - smut, f - fluff, c - comedy, req - request

enhypen :

lee heeseung

pervy loser! hcs (s)

bullseye (s)

park jongseong

rockstar (s)

sim jaeyun

you’re in safe hands (s)

picture perfect (s) (req)

park sunghoon

birthday sex (s)

code red (s)

a long day (s) (req)

kim sunoo

nothing yet

yang jungwon

stage fright (s)

nishimura riki

late night wishes (f/c)

txt :

choi yeonjun

nothing yet

choi soobin

nothing yet

choi beomgyu

video game lover (s)

first floor (s) (req)

kang taehyun

dress code (s)

huening kai

nothing yet

[enhard]

park jongseong — “rockstar”

it’s not hype, hype, baby make you rock hard

: you accompany your friend to a rock concert, the lead guitarist was an amazing rockstar, but it seems like you were his star that night.

pairing: rockstar!p.js x fem! reader

cw: smut, non idol au, oral (m. receiving), choking, face fucking, jay is a flirt, hints of fingering (not happening here), JAY IS SO FUCKING HOTTTT

the jay and guitar brainrot is getting me BAD

not proofread, enjoy ! (MDNI)

a few days ago you got a text from a friend, telling you that she won free tickets to see her favourite band. she won two tickets, from which one was for you. you agreed to tag along with her, even though you didn’t know much about the band.. only their vague faces and a few popular songs, you still wanted to make your friend happy. —

on the day of the concert, she’s over at your place getting you ready. she does your makeup and gets you some clothes that fit the theme, excitedly looking at you. you arrive at the venue way before everyone, due to your friend’s excitement.. so you get to stand at the front of the stage. in about half an hour, the whole venue fills up, getting ready to meet their favourite band.

when the lights get dim, you can see the members running up the stage and greeting everyone. the lead singer stops in front of the stage along with the lead guitarist.

you study their faces trying to remember their names, you could recall the lead singer and the drummer but not the lead guitarist. you turn over to your friend to ask her but you were sure she wouldn’t be able to hear you over the loud screams of fans.

you just brush it off, figuring that you’d just ask her after the concert. they start performing, each song getting better than the last. at one point, you could barely hear the songs anymore due to hearing your heartbeat in your ears. your eyes fixated on the lead guitarist, analysing him from top to bottom

what clothes he was wearing, how the guitar strap hugged his shoulder, how his fingers moved on the guitar. everything about him was mesmerising, you were lucky to get such a view.

you feel your heart almost stopping when he looks at you, smirking. his pretty black eyes getting lost in yours, sparkling from the lights shining so bright. he stared at you for a good 10 seconds, a wave of disappointment washing over you when he looked to the other side of the stage. you could’ve stared at him forever.

why were you feeling like this? you’re just a normal person in the crowd and with a handsome face like that he must already be dating someone anyway. you still get pretty upset with the conclusion you drew despite being realistic.

you decide to get your mind off him, enjoying the concert to the end. you enjoy all the songs, even if you didn’t know a few of them.

after the concert ends, you wait for another hour to make sure everyone leaves so you can hangout with your friend outside the venue in peace. as you two were talking about the concert, you see the same handsome man exiting the venue. he has that stupid pretty smile plastered on his face like he’s just not making your heart beat out of your chest.

your eyes widen upon seeing him and your friend furrows her eyebrows noticing your face. “hey what’s wrong? you look like you’ve seen a ghost..” then she looks behind her. “OH MY THAT’S THEM WHAT DO WE DO??!” she yells at you, grabbing your shoulders. you just freeze in place, almost not realising that he’s ditching his members to run up to you. you both get startled by him and when he makes eye contact with you.. you just lose it.

he smiles at both of you, trying not to be so awkward. “heyyy you two! i noticed you while we were performing. nice outfits you got on!”

you can barely find your words anymore and your friend is just squealing out of excitement.

“uhh… thanks.. she actually made me the outfit..” you say, as nervous as ever.

“oh, you’re talented for sure.” he looks at your friend. then he moves those black eyes back on you. “and.. you look stunning.” you bite the inside of your cheek, trying to seem normal in front of him.

your friend gasps and smiles at you, grabbing your arm a bit.

“uh, do you guys wanna come over to our van? you seem a bit flushed.. we have water” he says, smiling.

your words get cut off before you can say anything by their lead singer calling out his name.

“JAYYYY COME BACK OUR MANAGER TOLD US TO GET TO THE VAN” he yells.

That’s right. His name is Jay.

you quickly smile at him, agreeing to go with him, dragging your friend along to make sure she isn’t gonna pass out from excitement.

you follow jay back, greet his members and get to actually talk to jay while your friend is getting their autographs on her forehead.

he gave you a fresh bottle of water, and you’re sitting alone on the van stairs.

“why… did you run up to us? i mean.. don’t get me wrong but you’re the artist after all.” you shyly say, trying not to say anything wrong.

he chuckles at you. “i figured you’d ask.. well.. i was actually looking for you and i’m glad you stayed there. ever since seeing you in the crowd i wanted to talk to you.”

you freeze a bit while looking at him. “wait.. what does this all mean..?”

“listen, i appreciate your calm spirit.. usually fans try to knock us down hugging us.”

you giggle a bit, resting your cheek on your hand. “well, i’m not a diehard fan… i actually don’t know you guys that well.. no offence of course. my friend loves you guys and i wanted to tag along, you have amazing songs though!”

he smiles admiring you. “no offence taken. i’m glad you like all of us and not just me.” he bends his neck down to look right into your eyes.

your eyes widen, making a “pardon me?” face. i mean it’s all too bad that he’s aware. he knows the eye contact did something to you, it’s irritating how much of a tease he is.

“…huh?” is all you can hear your lips voicing out.

he crosses his arms, the veins running down his forearm getting more pronounced. “exactly what you heard, i know that look. you’re telling me you fell for me first time you saw me?” you break eye contact, looking the other way. you couldn’t handle this in the first place, he’s making it way harder for you now.

you take breathing exercises to calm yourself down, still not looking at him. “how can you blame me… when you look so damn attractive?” you mumble, just loud enough for him to hear.

“there we go. you’re not too bad yourself.” he teases.. moving his hand closer to you.

“yeah well, you must have a girlfriend.. why are you doing this to me?” he gives you a pouty look, fixing your hair a bit.

“girlfriend? oh i don’t have one… do you have a boyfriend?” he politely asks.

“..no. and i don’t want one.” you scoff, crossing your arms too. “…but why do you not have a girlfriend?..i thought you had one.. just saying.”

he smiles, getting his mouth close to your ear. “because you don’t want a boyfriend.”

you turn to look back at him, getting lost in his eyes again. after a while of looking at them, you snap out of it.. your attitude towards him changing right there. “make me change my mind then.” you smile.

it really catches him off guard, his heart also beating out of his chest. you got him for good.

he slowly leans in to kiss you, not regretting anything he’s about to do.

you both kiss, a sucking hole in your stomach getting stronger and stronger with each passing second.

you make him lean back while keeping your lips on his, running your fingers through his hair.

he grabs your face, pulling you closer. little noises leave him mouth as he’s kissing you.

“your lips taste so good.” is all he says between kisses, his words owning you. he knows what he’s doing, he knows you wanted to hear that.

you break the kiss after a while, regaining your breath. you have so many thoughts circulating in your mind.. yet your most proeminent one is seeing that shirt off him.

you grab onto the collar of his shirt while getting real desperate.

“jay.. let me make you feel good. please.”

he slowly places his hands on your hips.. getting ready to do whatever you tell him.

“go ahead baby, i’m listening.”

oh his words are real challenges, they fall into that pit in your stomach like boulders. he knows you’re about to lose it yet he continues smiling at you, his jawline sharper than ever.

“let me.. let me suck you off. i promise i’ll be good for you.”

he grabs your hips harder, looking into your eyes.

“come with me. we can’t let anyone see us.”

you widely smile at his agreement, grabbing his hand to let him guide you. is this going to be just a hook up or.. something more?

you get to a more reserved place, not caring if you friend goes looking for you. oh you couldn’t care less.

you throw your lips back onto his, running your fingers all over his neck. “take it off.” you say, referring to his shirt. he breaks the kiss to do exactly that. he pulls the shirt over his head, exposing his toned body.. and a tattoo on his shoulder you couldn’t notice previously. your breath gets cut off seeing him.. he keeps getting hotter and hotter, his flirts not helping at all with this.

you make him sit down, getting on your knees in front of him. “you look so hot right now. you have no idea what you’re doing to me” you say, playing with his pants a bit.

“oh trust me i know. you’re adorable on your knees like this.” he smiles.

you playfully stick your tongue out at him for a second, before focusing on taking his pants off.

you stare at his bulge, palming it first. “this hard for me already?” you tease back.

“can you blame me.. when you look so damn attractive?” he replies, repeating your exact words in a teasing voice.

you roll your eyes at him, then taking his boxers off. your stomach twists finally seeing him exposed in front of you. he’s definitely huge, you promise to yourself that you will try to shove him as well as you can in your mouth.

you give his pink tip some kitty licks, getting ready to hopefully not choke.

you spit on his cock, pumping it a few times before shoving him in your mouth. he leans in to grasp your hair into a ponytail, licking his lips trying not to moan already.

you take him little by little, stopping when you feel like it’s enough for you. bopping your head up and down, you grab onto his thighs for support. he enjoys it at first, however it wasn’t enough for him. he wanted you to take him in whole. he pushes your head down on him, making you choke.

he leans his head back, moans escaping out of his throat. “fuckk..such a good girl.”

his words keep you going, even if he got you drooling and gagging on his cock. you use to your tongue to lick all over his tip while sucking him good.

all there could be heard are his moans and the sounds of you choking.

after a bit, he gets closer and closer to his release. you feel him twitching against your throat but he just grabs onto your head to thrust into your mouth himself.

he fucks your face so good, and you certainly let him do whatever he wants.

“baby..i’m gonna cum.. ‘m cumming..” he keeps repeating, releasing the grasp on your head. you pull him out of your mouth, stroking him a few more times and letting him shoot his cum all over his abdomen.

he moans uncontrollably when he cums, apologising for being so loud after. you love his noises, but you still need to keep a bit quiet.

after he gains his breaths back, he smiles at you.

“you’re really good.” he says. “don’t brush my ego now.. but i know i am.” you laugh.

suddenly he makes you get on top of him, his fingers creeping down to your jeans.

“now wanna see what my fingers can do except playing the guitar?”

[enhard]

hey, call me m !

i write fics, mostly smut (mdni)

i’m 05

my ult grps are txt ot5 and enhypen ot7 (if u couldn’t tell) but i stan a lot more grps !

masterlist here !

- i’ll usually write enhypen, focused on jk, sh, jw and txt, focused on yj, bg, th (leave recs of any member except the ones below, i’ll usually write with those members because they are my girlfriend’s biases and wr, i dedicated this account mostly for her)

- i won’t write any smut for underage idols, (probably not) female idols, riki or sunoo.

- i won’t engage in stepcest, incest, anything to do with teacher x student relations.

- my biases in enhypen are heeseung and riki, wrecker jay

- my bias in txt is huening kai, wrecker soobin

if there’s anything else you’d like to know, please ask away

[enhard]

do you have a master list :)

NO SORRY I havent made one yet, i thought it wasn’t necessary since i recently just started out. ill make one soon if needed :)

[enhard]

omg i was the one who requested first floor and it was perfection! you wrote it so well and it was better than imagined

thank u, glad you liked it !! 🩷

[enhard]

heyy loved the taehyun fic dress code!! please could you do a dom! beomgyu fic where both beomgyu and the reader are in an elevator and beomgyu starts fingering you trying not to get caught by the people entering on each floor. by the end of it the reader has squirted all over the elevator floor and quickly cleans it up before running home where they both fuck desperate for each other

thank you for the request!! this is an amazing idea anon jfjskdjss

two bg fics one after the other LETS GO!!

(this is so ass im sorry for not doing you justice🙏)

choi beomgyu — “first floor”

pairing: dom!c.bg x fem!reader

cw: SMUT, fingering, degrading kink, semi/public sex lmk if i missed anything, established relationship

ever since seeing beomgyu in the gym working out, you couldn’t handle not being used by him right there.

of course you couldn’t do anything about it but you needed to let him know that it was a big thought of yours.

as you’re about to get to the elevator to leave the gym, you jump in his arms, immediately begging him to do anything he wants to you. you’re way too desperate to beat it around the bush..

“love.. please. make me feel good please i need you so baddd..” you whine, whispering in his ear.

he holds you close, walking over to the elevator. you’re supposed to go down only 5 levels. that’s not a lot right? well.. i guess a lot can happen in those 5 levels.

he bites your neck as he enters the elevator, smiling at you like never before.

“okay baby, let me make you cum.” you get a bit shocked at his words i mean.. in the elevator?? but you act quick, getting off him and already grabbing his hand down to your legs. he loves how excited you suddenly got, finding you so adorable.. his pretty slut.

“you need to keep quiet though love. someone might get on.” you nod while grabbing on his arm.

he finally shoves his hand up your skirt, down to your panties while he starts rubbing you with his fingers. you quietly moan, strengthening your grasp on his arm.

“fuck.. keep going” you close your eyes, enjoying the pleasure. but then suddenly, the elevator stops. someone is about to get in and you dont know how to react. luckily its not that visible that he has his hand in your panties. there’s two people, having a conversation right in front of you. beomgyu keeps going despite the people in the elevator, even shoving his two fingers inside you.

you let out a little sound, trying your best to be quiet.. but you can’t help it.

“shh you slut, you’ll get us in trouble.” he whispers, slowly putting his hand over your mouth. he keeps fingering you, until those two people leave. then he really starts getting rough, curling his fingers up inside you, the sounds of his palm slapping against your thighs echoing all around the metal room.

you almost can’t handle it anymore when another person walks in. they’re in a call, again luckily, so beomgyu keeps going a bit slower this time, to cancel out the sound. his fingers are still so deep inside you, and he uses his thumb to rub your clit. it’s way too much and if that person doesn’t leave then you’ll cum right there.

what feels like an eternity, they leave the elevator as you reach the 2nd floor.

beomgyu sees that, so he’s determined to make you cum before you have to get off.

he picks up his pace again, trying his best to make you cum. “come on baby, squirt all over me. i know you want to.” his words making you clench around his fingers.

you close your eyes and let out a moan as you squirt everywhere. all over his hand, the elevator floor, even your skirt a bit. you breathe two times, then start panicking that you need to clean up as fast as you can.

with beomgyu’s help, you succeed cleaning everything up with some tissues, before looking down and seeing how horny beomgyu got from that.

you smile at him, hugging his waist. “love… you’re rock hard..” he smiles back, a bit embarrassed.. “well.. how can i not be when you’re so hot?” you grab his hand, running out of there so fast just so no one sees you. —

you finally get home and beomgyu roughly pushes you down on your bed, getting on top of you. “it’s your fault for making me this desperate. now let me fuck you so hard you’ll regret doing this to me.”

you run your hands under his shirt, biting his lip first. “i need you so deep inside me please.”

he slaps your mouth while grabbing you by the throat. “let me show you whore, you’re all mine.” he throws his lips onto yours, getting desperate to fuck you already.

maybe you won’t be so lucky to not get caught next time you reach 1st floor.

[enhard]

real

[enhard]

choi beomgyu — “video game lover”

i don’t wanna play, i just wanna jump straight into bed

pairing: subby bf!c.bg x fem!reader

: an innocent hangout at your bf’s place where he teaches you everything he knows about games… or is that all?

cw: oh buckle up this is alot. SMUT!!!, sub gyu letting you take the lead, oral (both receiving), cum eating, face riding/sitting, riding, mommy kink, praising kink, unprotected sex, creampie, breeding kink, a bit of fluff in the beginning, gyu gets called good boy repeatedly, making out, he’s an absolute NERD.

not proofread, enjoy! (MDNI)

you’re laying down on the cold and comfy covers of beomgyu’s bed, looking up at the ceiling and wasting time. his room is dim, only a purple and pink led light shining through the whole room.

beomgyu is at his desk, pressing away at the keys on the keyboard and the light from the monitor shining on his pretty face. he has his headphones around his neck, usually he wears them but since he’s with you he doesn’t.

he’s cursing out players here and there for making him lose or fall off the map, slamming his fist onto the desk once.

you can’t help but giggle at him, and when he hears those giggles he begins whining. “babyyyy stop laughing at me.. these people are so annoying i’m never playing this shit again.” you continue to laugh at him, grabbing his pillow in your arms and moving to lay on your side, seeing him better. “but you’re so adorableee.. how can i not?” you bring the pillow up to your face, closing your eyes upon smelling his cologne on it.

you wonder.. why are you imagining that your boyfriend is the pillow when he’s right there? just go cuddle with him instead. so you ditch the pillow, stand up to go sit on his lap, facing him. you quickly give him a kiss and place your chin on his shoulder, trying not to distract him from his game. you wrap your arms around his waist, while he has his arms extended to grab the mouse and keyboard.

“what are you doing cutie? you tired?” he says, giving you a kiss on your shoulder. “mm” you mumble, as a sign of disagreement. you’re not tired, you just crave his touch. and yet, you become interested in whatever he’s playing, wanting to ask him questions about the game.

he puts on his metaphorical nerd glasses ready to answer all your questions.

as he’s talking, you lift your head up to look at him. you’re admiring his pretty face, his plump lips moving with every word. he smiles at you when he realises that you’re daydreaming while staring at his lips. “sweetheart, did you hear anything i said?” you pout at him while shaking your head. “mmm.. no.. your lips are too captivating..” he grabs onto your thighs, pulling you closer. “taste them then.”

you smile as you lean in to give him multiple kisses, he immediately presses alt+f4 to turn off the pc faster while also taking his headphones off. you two keep kissing as he spins you both around in the gaming chair.

he’s about to take his hands off your thighs, but you quickly put your hands over his, keeping them there. “noo.. don’t move your hands away.” he slightly moves them around to your ass playfully squeezing it a few times.

“y/n.. i want youuu..” he whines, how can you refuse such an opportunity when he’s being so adorable?

“really? is my baby needy for me? let me help you then.” you instantly see a smile on his face.

you drag him from the chair to his bed. you lay him down on it, running your hands all over his body. he whines, trying to make you move things faster so you do exactly how he wants.

you start by taking his hoodie off, giving him a kiss on his abdomen. then, you move down to his sweatpants to palm his bulge through them. you’re surprised at how hard he got already, but you don’t mind.

you slowly take off his sweatpants constantly looking at him. his face is flushed, looking at you impatiently. you give his cock a small kiss through his boxers just to tease him a bit, but from his quiet moan he seemed to like it.

you slide his boxers off him too, revealing his pretty dick right in front of you. smiling at him, you give his tip a few kissed and kitty licks, waiting for him to make a reaction.

he leans his head back, flexing his shoulders at the small impulses of pleasure. you obviously want to suck him off, but you just felt like teasing him a bit first.

“be a good boy for me now okay? don’t make too much noise. the others could hear us.” you say, already pumping his cock and spitting on it. he nods, his eyebrows furrowed. not gonna lie, you calling you good boy really made him twitch and you noticed.

you smile, pumping him a bit faster. “you’re so adorable.. my pretty boy.”

he grabs the sheets with his hands, letting you take him all in.

you stop a few times to spit on his cock a few more times, making sure it’s as wet as you desire. then you start bobbing your head up and down, making wet sounds, matching them with the sounds of your gargling and little chokes. it quickly gets messy, strings of your spit mixing up with his precum.. getting all over your mouth. he loves it when you get so messy on him, main reason why you did it in the first place.

“mm..feelss soo good..” he whimpers, grasping those sheets even harder. you laugh a bit, making an “mmm” sound, sending vibrations to him and oh that felt good.

at some point, you take out your tits from your shirt, not wearing a bra underneath giving him a bit of a better show.

he almost loses his mind, moaning and whimpering way more often, tears forming in his eyes.

you go as fast as you can, using your tongue as an advantage to give him even more pleasure. he almost cries out, getting so close to cumming. you pull him out of your mouth, now stroking him so good. “cum for me gyu, cum all over me.” those words instantly sent him to the edge, making him shoot his cum all over your face. you smile wiping off most of it, and licking it all clean. “such a good boy” you remark again, making him feel proud of himself.

“..mommy let me.. taste you too.. pleaseee” he whines again, he knows he succeeds whining, and how he called you mommy.. he knows you’ll say yes.

“okay baby, sit still.” you say, taking off your shirt fully and also your pants leaving you in your underwear. you crawl up to his face, smiling at him and getting his hair out of his face.

he smiles and gets all excited, knowing you’re about to sit on his face. you give him a kiss seeing how happy he is. “calm down love, i’ll sit now okay?” he nods like a puppy.

you take off your panties finally, immediately aligning yourself with his face. you slowly sit on him, not wanting to hurt him. he starts licking and kissing you, the tip of his nose always brushing against your clit. you let out small moans, brushing his hair with your fingers.

he tries to grab onto your thighs, the ones caging his head tightly, but you quickly pin both of his hands above his head. “no touching baby. use your mouth.” he communicates with you through little moans, while eating you out how he knows best.

you slowly start grinding yourself on his face, the pleasure getting pretty unbearable. he succeeds in shoving his tongue inside you, now you riding his tongue a bit.

he can barely breathe anymore but he doesn’t care, all he wants is to please his mommy. and that’s what he’ll do. he tries sucking on your folds too, all in there, the slurping sounds getting so hot.

your thighs start shaking as you feel yourself almost cumming. “let m..me.. squirt on.. you.. please…” he hums, giving you permission.

you grab onto his hair tightly as you squirt all over his mouth. your whole body starts shaking, trying not to collapse on him.

you slowly get off him, seeing his pretty face glowing with your cum. he’s always beautiful, but this time he looks prettier than ever. he gives you a cute cheesy smile, closing his eyes.

oh but you’re not done. “lovee.. are you tired already? i want you to fill mommy up.. hm?” you pout at him, doing exactly what he’s been doing with the whining.

you can see it from the sparkle in his eyes that he wants that more than anything.

“please let me cum inside you, you have no idea how much i’ve been waiting for you to say that.” you smile at him. “ohh but baby, you could’ve asked me.. there’s no way im saying no.”

he gets a little more red than usual. “you’re adorable.” you add. well, you get started on what he wants. you instruct him to lay down just like he was just so you can ride him now. you rapidly sit down on his cock, craving it like nothing else.

you give yourself a bit of time to adjust, starting with small and short bounces. you grab your tits to play with them as he’s looking at you, teasing him so much. you know he loves your boobs, everything about them. he loves touching them, kissing them, using them as pillows, you name it. you’re torturing him not letting him touch you at all.

you start riding him properly, getting faster with each bounce. he really starts whimpering, begging you to go harder on him. you smile, seeing him so soft around you. your thrusts get harder while your praises get sweeter. “oh.. you’re such.. a good boy.. so good for me.. fuck…” he loses his mind hearing your words, hearing them echo through his head.

“mm..mommy.. you feel so good… you’re so..wet..” he whimpers back, his eyebrows fully furrowed. you place your hands onto his abdomen, trying to ride him even better. “how..is this love?” you say very out of breath. “..amazing..keep going.”

you listen to him. you keep bouncing on him until you hear his whimpers getting louder, more demanding and his pants more frequent. you know he’s about to cum and so are you.. again. you clench up around him as you cum a second time, letting out a pretty loud moan. he’s so close he has tears streaming down his cheeks, getting so much pleasure at once.

“fill me up baby come on.. make mommy proud.” he rolls his eyes back, whimpering his voice away as he cums all inside you. you lean in to give him a kiss, before getting off him, your pussy dripping his cum all over the sheets.

you look at each other in silence a bit, seeing his bangs sticking to his forehead because of the sweat, his fucked out face… his even plumper lips. how can you not love him.

you both lazily clean up, not really caring about it.. just wanting to rest. after you’re done, you end up in his arms again.

“you were so good for me today.” you add to break the silence.

he pouts a bit, looking at you. “am i not always good for you?”

you giggle. “no no, you’re right. you’re always my good boy.”

[enhard]

he’s insane

handsome eyebrow man

[enhard]

kang taehyun — “dress code”

: you went out with your friends to shop for clothes but it seems like your boyfriend can’t keep his hands to himself.

pairing: bf!k.th x fem!reader

cw: SMUT, public sex, unprotected sex, creampie, exhibition kink on his part, rough sex also , teasing, degrading kink, slut-shaming, calling you a whore all that. a bit of mirror fucking.

not proofread, enjoy!

MY FIRST TXT MEMBER FIC !!

you smile at yourself in the mirror while doing your makeup, to see how it turned out so far when you suddenly get a call from your best friend inviting you to the mall. she told you that you can bring your boyfriend too, since a few more friends and soobin, her boyfriend will be there too.

you hang up after a while of talking, but that’s when taehyun comes through the door to greet you and give you a kiss. he’s all sweaty in his tank top from the gym with his muscles flexed and chest popping out. you’re holding some heavy thoughts but.. you decide to just finish getting ready.

the words “i wish i was there with him” pop up in your mind as you hear the water streaming from the shower head. when he’s done showering, you tell him about the meet up and he agrees to go with you. —

you get to the mall, already seeing your friends waving excitedly at both of you. “heyy guys! im so happy we get to go out again.” you reply, the other girls nodding. they immediately grab you by the arms, pulling you around the mall. soobin and taehyun look at each other dumbfounded, quickly running in your girls’ direction to not get lost.

you buy a few things from different shops- well, taehyun insists on paying for you. honestly, you can’t stop thinking about him, how hot he looked when he came back from the gym. you make up a plan in your mind to tease him like bending down in front of him to pick up something you dropped (on purpose), caressing his arm up to his collarbone when you’re sitting down next to him, touching his neck each time you get the chance and so on.

he didn’t really react to it except for giving you a little laugh so you stopped eventually.

then, you entered a clothing store searching for a nice skirt. you find a potentially good one, your friends also find some clothes to try on so you go in the dressing room together. they all go to different cabins, while you make taehyun guard yours.

the dressing room is pretty small but bigger than your usual ones, has a sliding door, a big mirror and a small bench to sit on.

you take off the pants you’re wearing to try the skirt on, looking at yourself in the mirror.. just to find taehyun leaving the door half open just to look at you. “baby.. close it back up what are you doing?” “what? can’t i look at my pretty girl?” you sigh.. dragging him in too. this was his perfect plan.

“well… you can.. but then just stay in here. i don’t want anyone looking at me except you.”

taehyun smiles, slowly approaching you, making you step back until your back hits the mirror. “love, the skirt looks amazing on you but i’d rather have it off you.” you make a face in disbelief, eyeing him up and down. “what’s it to you? feeling needy already?” taehyun places one hand next to your head, almost caging you between him and the mirror. “yeah, let me fuck you right here.” his words catch you off guard, quickly putting your hand on his mouth. “are you crazy? we can’t do this here. everyone will hear us.” you whisper.

he grabs your hand that covers his mouth by the wrist, flicking it away. “then you shouldn’t have teased me all this time love. let people hear how much of a slut you are, how much you scream when it’s just the two of us.”

his demanding voice is doing something to you now. you didn’t think the teasing that happened would come back and bite you but here you are. you want him more than ever but.. there’s your friends around.. staff.. everyone.

you leave out one last sigh, looking deep into his eyes. “okay, but be quick.” those are the only words he needed, he immediately moves his hands down your body, to that skirt you were about to purchase. he takes it off you while moving his other hand to rub you through your already wet panties.

“fuck darling, you were teasing me for this reason, weren’t you?” he whispers. you look at him with doe eyes, slowly nodding. he smiles at you, rubbing you even faster. you dig your nails into his bicep, enjoying how his fingers feel on you.

he pulls your panties to the side, not caring to even take them off so he can insert his fingers inside you. quiet whimpers leave your mouth as you try to be quiet, taehyun enjoying this too much.

as much as you want him to destroy you with his fingers, you’re also aware of your surroundings. and you know it wont take long until one of your friends will check on you. so you grab his hand, pulling his hand away. “baby there’s no time for foreplay.. c’mon, fuck me already.” taehyun loves how you care so much about someone not catching you, knowing he’d pound into you even with everyone watching if he had to.

he unzips his pants, takes out his hard cock to pump it a bit. you two don’t have enough time to undress each other but how you wish you could be able to see those abs..

taehyun picks you up and lifts you with your back still hugging the mirror, holding you by the underside of your thighs. he uses his hand to pull the fabric of your panties aside again, brushing the tip of his cock against it instead. “now be quiet for me princess.” you nod, gulping at his words.

he quickly inserts his whole length inside you, giving you two seconds to adjust. he picks up a slow pace, trying to be quick while also helping you adjust. you almost squeal but you just bury your face in the crook of his neck. he makes you lift your head up again, wanting to make this harder for you.

after a bit he starts going rough. he’s pretty fast but he’s absolutely dragging his cock in and out of you not caring much about how much noise he’s making. the walls are slightly banging with each thrust of his and you begin panicking. you hold onto his shoulders tightly to try and make him slow down, but it’s like communicating to a wall.

he. does. not. stop.

it’s so hard keeping quiet now, your whole body is shaking and you’re sure atleast someone heard the obnoxious banging. “worried baby? worried that someone’s gonna catch you get fucked dumb? hm? you should’ve thought about that first you slut.” he says, grunting every few words. his words mix up in your stomach, forming so many knots about to pop. you lift his shirt up to his chest, getting a nice view of his glistening abs, a sight you could never get enough of.

you begin murmuring and cooing, not being able to talk anymore. all you can say is his name now. “t..taehyunn..plea..fuckkk tae..hyun..” he picks up his pace hearing you moan out his name quietly. “that’s right love, let me fuck you so you can only remember my name. you’re such a whore. you’re letting me fuck you so good you can’t talk anymore..” he keeps degrading you over and over while keeping his pace steady. its getting way too much for you and you’re just about to cum.

“cumming for me already? squirt on me like the slut you are. moan out my name so they know who owns you.” he says out of breath. he’s grasping your thighs even harder, chasing his own high too.

all you can do is whimper and open your mouth, nothing leaving your lips anymore. you try so hard being quiet, you would die out of embarrassment if anyone caught you right now.

since taehyun is thrusting so well, you quickly untie that knot you had in your stomach, squirting all over his cock and floor. you hug him tightly as you cum, trying not to moan out his name, just like he wished.

“pretty slut, you made a mess. look at you. let me pump my cum into you. let me fill you up so good, just how you deserve it.” you frantically nod at him, closing your eyes shut almost not being able to take it anymore.

he goes at his desired pace, fucking you into that mirror again. he grabs onto your ass, basically bouncing you on his cock. if the banging wasnt enough, now it was hard covering up the sound of your thighs clapping against each other. only the voices of the people around could save you now.

you feel him twitching inside you, getting ready to cum. he thrusts into you a few more times before letting his cum shoot inside you. he bites your neck as he’s cumming, teasing you even more than needed.

he finally pulls out, both of you quietly panting your lungs away.. he gives you a kiss then immediately starts cleaning up. luckily you had some tissues in your bag so he’s able to clean everything off him and the floor, then letting his cum drip out of you onto another tissue. he cleans you both well, fixing your hair trying to be all innocent.

you grab your things and he gives you a kiss on your forehead before getting out the dressing room, seeing the others all looking towards your direction. from their faces you could tell that they knew exactly what you two were up to.

you were about to cry right there but taehyun seemed a little too proud of himself.

your friends brush it off, mainly because of taehyun’s huge ego.. and you agree to never talk about this again.

you can’t say that you didn’t enjoy it though. the thrill of getting caught made you want to do this again, and his excitement spoke for it alone.

afterall, you were his slut.