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Min Yoongi | Cheating on your husband with him

Warnings: infidelity/cheating, alcohol use / drinking, sexual content(obv), power dynamics (emotional vulnerability), oral sex (m receiving), mentions of toxic relationship, emotional manipulation (mild)

Word count:1617

Just seconds after I pressed the doorbell, Yoongi already opened the door for me and escorted me inside.

His "apartment" was not really something that could be called that. A simple kitchen and bathroom on the right, and if you went straight you faced a window wall, in front of it a small table. In the middle of the room there was a queen sized bed facing a tv put on a wall. That was Min Yoongi's apartment, which slowly became mine too.

-Thank you for letting me spend the night. -I thanked him while nervously biting my downer lip.

-I know that you two are fighting more and more in the last few weeks but this is not okay...Him kicking you out must be a sign for you Y/N.

-It will get better we are just having a hard time right now. We got married early and he wants to live a little bit. -I added as Yoongi helped me take off my coat and put it on the hanger. - Can I take a shower? I really want to-

-Y/N you can do what you want here, just like how I already told you that. But if you asked me, a glass of wine would be a better therapy right now. -He pointed at the little table with his head.

-Maybe you are right.-I sighed. -But we shouldn't...You know that my tolerance is low.

He walked to the desk that was sitting in front of the large human-sized windows, which showed the night-life from above.

-I never did anything to you until you approved it. That's why we haven't had sex yet. -He popped open the bottle of red wine and poured some into already prepared glasses.

I walked over and as he put down the bottle, so I could read the name of it.

-Bordeaux 2018, sounds expensive.

-I choose this one because you don't like dry wine. This way you won't get that drunk. -He smiled at me.

-How thoughtful of you - I chuckled. - It doesn't matter what I drink with you , the action stays the same. I am here cheating on my husband...

-How is that he can fuck other woman around and you won't let me even touch you? Of course if you don't want it-

-It's not that I don't want it Yoongi. I just know that this is way worse than what he is doing. Sex is centered around pleasure but what we have...

-Is love. Y/N, once you will have to admit it that it's not just your heart that wants me instead of him, it's also your body. When was even the last time he even gave you an orgasm?

He was right. We tried to cure our fights with sex, but it always ended up him finishing and falling asleep besides me, while I went out to the bathroom to actually climax instead of faking it.

-Your silence is enough for an answer. But I will not pressure you into anything. Tell me, how did your mother react to the big no? -He added before taking a sip of the wine.

-She was furious. I told her that we are focused on saving up right now.

-We both know that's a lie.

-And we also both know that it's hard to get pregnant without sex. I sometimes wonder, am I the problem? Why is that he easily becomes hard when looking at other women, but with me it takes a whole pre-game ritual? -As my eyes got carried away into the deep red coloured drink, without hesitation I drank all of it and poured another glass.

-If something is a problem there then it's him. -He came closer to me and looked me in the eyes.-Be for fucking real, you could be wrapped in a curtain from head to toe and I would still get hard looking at you.

As I stared into his deep brown eyes, I felt the wine kicking in and had the urge to jump on his dick at that moment.

-May I kiss you Y/N?

Instead of a simple yes, I tilted my head just a little to the right, and slowly started to cut off air between us. First only the tip of our noses reached together, but Yoongi didn't hesitate and pressed his lips against mine. Not in an agressive, I want to fuck the soul out of you way (Even though that was the reality) but in a romantic first-kiss kind of way. On the opening of my mouth I could feel his tongue asking for entrance and permission, which I gave without a thought. The sweet taste of his lips and the bitterness of the wine he bought mixed up and created the utopia my heart has been beating for and the weird but enjoyable vibration that went through my body.

When I realised what I was doing panic kicked in and I pulled away myself from him quickly. I swallowed with my eyes closed and after a few seconds opened them again only to see him staring out the window facing away from me.

-Fuck this shit.

I went to the bathroom took off my clothes. If my husband can have sex with whom he wants then I can also have Min Yoongi's dick inside me. While only wearing underwear I peaked out and saw that Yoongi was now staring out the window with hands in his pockets, probably wondering what he did wrong.

Trying to be as silent as I could be, I tiptoed up to him and hugged him from behind, with my right hand under his shirt, while the left one was grabbing his dick over his jeans.The fast action made him let out a slight groan of pleasure alongside with tilting his head towards the ceiling. On the top of my toes I reached his neck with my mouth and sligthly bit into it.

He turned around and pushed me back with almost no force.

-Y/N you are drunk don't do this to me. I already have a fucking hard time keeping my dick in my pants.

I looked at his cock which was easily visible through his jeans because of how hard it was already.

-Then don't keep it in.- I added while pushing him to the bed, and sitting on top of him.

His dick was just a few layers of fabric away from my pussy, which I made him feel by moving my hips slightly, while switching between kissing and sucking on his neck.

-I can't fuck you in this state you are already drunk. -He whispered into my ear.

I stopped and bit my lip thinking about what to do. My body knew before my brain did, and I crawled down to my knees and started to untie his belt.

-Take off your shirt. -I added while sliding down his zipper.

Yoongi froze for a second but obeyed my request and ripped his shirt off, revealing his abs.

-Come in Y/N, don't test me like this, you know that-

-Yoongi just stop it already. I want to have your dick down my throat and swallow your cum even if I choke while making you orgasm.

Hearing my thoughts he finally leaned back and let me do the act that both of us had been waiting for.

With my mouth I slid down his boxers, and I couldn't even wait a second.

I licked his dick from top to bottom and took it to deepthroat as the first movement.

As a positive feedback I felt his hand grabbing my hair and saw him throwing his head back while letting out a slight moan.

This made me even turned on, and I continued as he guided me with moving my head up and down by my hair.

Seeing him in his most defenseless moment made my pussy even more wet than what it was and what felt like forever turned into just a few seconds when he showed my head up.

Between small breaths, he tried to get out a sentence.

-I don't want to cum yet. -He said while his chest was quickly moving up and down.

Since I was fucking horny, and had no control over myself, I got his dick in my mouth again, but grabbed his arm so he couldn't stop me.

The more he tried to stop me, the faster I sucked his cock making him get closer and closer to climax.

After a few seconds he gave up, the muscles in his body froze and I felt his cum flowing into my mouth, running down my throat and dripping down my chin.

I swallowed and proudly opened my mouth for him to see.

Yoongi's answer was letting out a small chuckle alongside with a smile, which was the second most wonderful thing that happened to me, since the first was his dick releasing cum into my mouth.

[neodazed]

YASSSSS

TEASER [MDNI]

DRUNK-DAZED, PJS & PSH

• SYNOPSIS: Jay tells himself it doesn’t matter, that the lines beginning to blur between you and Sunghoon are none of his business. That the way Sunghoon looks at you, or the way you look back at him, shouldn’t concern him. Then why does something twist in his chest every time he thinks of the two of you together?

And worse, when he looks at you, he doesn’t know what he wants more: to take your place beside Sunghoon or to steal your gaze for himself.

"You were drunk when you fucked Sunghoon, you were dazed when you fucked Jay."

• PAIRING: Park Jongseong x afab!reader x Park Sunghoon

• WORD COUNT: approx. 25k

• TEASER WORD COUNT: 1.06k

• RELEASE DATE: 13th of August, 2025

• CONTENT TAGS: Non idol au, university settings, fwb!sunghoon, classmate!jay, sunghoon and jay are roommates, minor fight scene, reader gets stalked and harassed, reader smokes and drinks.

THERE'S NO SMUT IN THE TEASER

• WARNING TAGS FOR MAIN FIC: MDNI, smut, switch!Jay, soft dom!sunghoon, switch!reader, threesome, oral (fem & male receiving), unprotected sex, multiple sex scenes, car sex, blind folded, hand cuffs, a bit manhandling, there's mxm action (don't read if you aren't comfortable, you have been warned), anal, don't like then don't read! More will be added in the fic!

• IMPORTANT NOTE: Okay I'll make some things clear here, I am trying to write different genres like I've mentioned in "me and my preferences" section in the pinned post. This is one of them, don't read if you aren't comfortable, read the warning tags before interacting with this teaser of even the original fic which I'll post later. Your media consumption is not my responsibility. If you are uncomfortable reading any of the mentioned things don't interact, even if you are my follower!

Your bare foot brushed against the cold floor, the apartment too quiet. You check your group chat in case there's any update as you round the corner into the living room. You keep your phone in your pocket, finally raising your head, when you stop. The sunlight casted a warm glow on your bare hands and feet, and you turned your head slightly and finally noticed the floor-to-ceiling glass that stretched from one end of the room to the other.

Your feet led you towards the glass, and you looked down the city, the tiny cars threading through the streets below, buildings catching the morning light, the soft haze of the early morning covering the city, the room basked in it. You stand there for a long second. Last night, the blinds were drawn and you were too much indulged in Sunghoon's kisses to even notice how beautiful the view was.

You snapped out of the trance when you heard the door click open, heartbeat quickening at the voice that suddenly disrupted the quiet that surrounded earlier in the apartment. You turned around, holding your breath for a second as you heard a shuffle down the main entrance of the apartment. Jay stepped into your view, kicking off his shoes, his tank top sticking to him in patches, headphones draped around his neck. He didn't look up yet and your feet moved thoughtlessly.

When he finally looked up, he froze. For a moment, neither of you moved, like the time had stilled when he caught your sight, in his apartment. “You're here…” he said, more like wondered, when he looked at you up and down. You nodded, calm, “morning.” You stood there for a moment as his eyes flickered towards your slightly damp hair, your clothes, the way your hand tightened around your phone. “I was just heading out,” you answered before he could even ask you anything and his eyebrows furrowed, then slowly with caution, he asked, “you stayed over?”

You held his gaze, shifting your weight on the other leg, “yeah, Sunghoon was too tired to drop me home, he offered to stay since I had morning class today.” Jay's expression didn't change much, but you saw the way his jaw tensed, barely, but it was enough for you to notice. You didn't blame him for reacting though since you knew Sunghoon doesn't do the staying over thing and neither does Jay. Even though you were also surprised when Sunghoon offered, but you could care less about their issues, it wasn't your battle to fight.

Jay didn't need to ask you anything further, because he knew, of course he did. It wasn't exactly a secret between you three that Sunghoon was hooking up with you, but this was new, you staying over. That wasn't the part of the pattern you and Sunghoon followed. He cleared his throat, his voice tight, “you're heading out now?” You nodded, stepping closer to him, “yeah, I was, but then I saw this,” you gestured towards the view, “couldn't help myself.”

He let out a short breath of laughter, “hmm, Sunghoon keeps the blinds down, says it makes him feel exposed.” You smile at his words, looking at the view, “I know.” He hummed in response, fingers curling into a tight fist in his pocket, you looked back at him, “but now that I've seen how beautiful it looks, I love it.” Silence stretched between the two of you, and Jay looked at you as if he's trying to understand you.

“You want coffee before you head out?” He asked, diverting the topic. “I want to,” you pouted, stepping closer and reaching out to remove a piece of leaf sticking on his shoulder. His breath hitched at the proximity, “but I don't want to be late, maybe next time handsome.” His eyes narrowed, but he didn't make a move to get away. “I'll see you in class,” you smiled, the same sickeningly sweet smile you always wore “see you later.” And you were out the door before Jay could even open his mouth to say something.

Jay shook his head, a deep sigh leaving his lips as he made his way inside his room to take a shower. He stood below the shower, warm water cascading down his body like temptation, pooling around his feet like it doesn't want to leave. He groaned, rubbing his face as if doing so would keep the thoughts from invading his head. He changed his clothes, moving towards the kitchen to prepare breakfast. He placed his bag on the counter, taking the ingredients from the cabinets when he heard quiet footsteps approaching the kitchen.

“I bumped into your girl while I came back from my run,” Jay stated, not even turning back to look at Sunghoon as he entered the kitchen. Sunghoon's steps flattered, “she's not my girl.” Jay scoffed, watching the tea boil, “you sure don't act like it.” Jay turned to face Sunghoon, who leaned against the doorframe as he watched Jay, “you never let any girl stay over, you don't fuck the same girl over and over, you're making it too obvious.” Jay turned around, plating the breakfast. “It's not that serious, don't fret over it,” Sunghoon mumbled, stepping inside. Jay clenched his jaw, biting back the words that were dying to spill out of his mouth, “if that's what you say.”

“Aren't you getting late for your morning class?” Sunghoon's voice chimed from behind him. Jay turned his head as Sunghoon opened the refrigerator to get some fruits. “I'm not,” he replied lazily before preparing two plates, one for Sunghoon and other for himself. Sunghoon frowned, clearly remembering about your text from morning, “don't you two share the same classes?” Jay just nodded, eating his breakfast.

“She likes leaving early to grab breakfast at the cafe near the campus before class,” Jay stated, like it's a common fact. Sunghoon paused and raised his eyebrows, “and you know that because?” Jay stopped, barely looking up before shrugging like it wasn't a big deal, “she mentioned it once.” Sunghoon leaned back against the chair, eyes trained on Jay as he washed his plate, “she never told me.” Jay dried his hands, taking the bag he placed on the counter, slinging it on his shoulder as he made his way out of the kitchen, “she did, maybe you weren't listening.”

[neodazed]

enhypen - boudoir polaroids

ot7!xfem!reader - showing them the polaroids of your boudoir photoshoot

boudoir: captures sensual, intimate, and often erotic images of a subject in a private setting

warnings: husband!enha, photos taken during sexual acts (solo), masturbation, recording, use of “slut”, brief anal sex, implied unproctected p in v, oral (f), tons of nasty shit i won’t spoil, lingerine, mdni, def longer than the other ones, not proofread

idea belongs to this lovely anon. interpented it in my own way somewhat, so it’s not 100% factually accurate lol. masterlist

HEESEUNG

Heeseung, your brand new husband — the most pussy-clenching title he’s ever worn, probably.

Ever since he became your fiancé, till now, he has been extra, super hot. Has been fucking you even rougher, better, like a good little wife should be fucked (by his words).

So this thing you decided to do, now it was like the perfect answer to that, the perfect sign of devotion.

You hand your brand-new husband an envelope—pretty cream paper, little gold wax seal, soft smile on your face like “open it later, okay?”

And Heeseung waits, as long as his curiousity let’s him. Then later, when he finds himself alone for some minutes, he opens it. You, taking your makeup off in the bathroom, can hear the paper rustling, and you smile at your reflection, waiting.

Silence.

Until he goes

‘Come here’

You gently open the bathroom door, and walk back into your bedroom. He’s sitting at the edge of the bed, a stack of little polaroids spread out on his lap. The look he gives you, is dark. Well, expected, because the photos are mostly close-ups of you…

— with your mouth open, two fingers shoved down your throat, gloss smudged

— you in a bridal white, fingering yourself with those same two fingers

— one with a toy, pink and cruelly realistic, barely halfway in – your eyes rolled back, thighs clenched

— one that appears to be a final shot, biting down on your veil, looking like you’re reaching your orgasm

And Heeseung?

Just processing.

Because his wife did this. For him. Because you posed like a full-on pornstar, hours before you walked down the aisle.

‘How many of these are there?’ ‘Who took them?’ ‘Where’s the rest?’

But he doesn’t actually give you the chance to explain or answer. He orders you to get on the bed. He’s already rock hard in his pants, and he is determined.

‘Wanna recreate this one.’ He holds up the shot of you with your fingers in your mouth and the toy barely inside you. His favorite.

‘But this time, you’re gonna fuck yourself on my fingers, and better keep your eyes on me the whole time.’

Obviously, it’s a sleepless night.

Doesn’t fuck you immediatelly, no, he makes you study the pictures with him.

‘Did you cum before or after taking this one?’

‘Did it feel as good as my cock?’

‘Don’t you think this is more slut than wife-material?’

And when he finally fucks you, it’s mean. No mercy, no patience, just using you to his own desires.

‘This how you looked when you came all over that toy?’

‘You wanna give me more pictures, baby? I want the ones you were too shy to include.’

JAY

It only suits you that you had a damn argument one day into your honeymoon with Jay. Maybe your plans and wants didn’t align perfectly, and the post-wedding stress was still wearing off. Jay was cold. Distant. Didn’t even say goodnight properly.

So the next day, you toss him an envelope across the bed like

‘Peace offering. Take it or leave it.’

Jay opens it like he’s giving you a favor, chin high and movements full of spite. But the second he sees the first photo?

You. His wife. In white lace. On her knees. Sucking a finger like it’s his cock. His reaction is immediate, his throat pushes out an almost choking like sound, and his whole body stiffens. Well, expect his hands which he uses to flip through some of the pictures.

One with you bent over, wedding veil still on, looking back at the camera while your hand disappears under your panties.

Another with your bra pushed under your tits and one hand squeezing lube out onto a toy off-frame.

He sits in silence for a minute. Hand on his thigh. Breathing steady.

Then folds the photos back into the envelope neatly… and comes to find you.

You’re brushing your hair or something casual when you hear his voice behind you:

‘You gave these to me just to get out of apologizing, didn’t you?’

You smirk. ‘Did it work?’

Jay comes up behind you, grabs your hips a little too hard, and leans in to your ear like:

‘You know what works better than an apology?’ He tosses the envelope onto the vanity table — ‘Giving me the real show. On your knees. Now.’

He makes you recreate every shot. Expect, this time he is behind the lens, using his phone camera to make himself even more intimate material.

‘Yes, that’s my perfect wife.’

‘Gonna save this one. Maybe send it to you next time you try to walk away from a fight.’

JAKE

Jake is the most grateful man alive on your wedding night. You could show up in sweatpants and he’d cry and pop a boner right away. But like with most things, you top his imaginations by far.

You pull out the pink envelope, decorated with a little bow in the middle. Slide it over to him on the bed, like it’s no big deal at all.

‘You should open it after your shower, babe.’

He opens it in the warm glow of the hotel lamp, fresh out the shower, towel on his hips — and he just stops breathing. Like genuinely. Just blinks. Stares. Gets real quiet. Because the first glimpse he gets, just a little part, already screams perfect. You’re layed out on soft sheets, pale ivory lingerine panties barely covering your folds. His mouth waters. Lot more of that kind. Some thigh-focused ones, some of you slobbering over your fingers and fingering yourself with the other.

The best one, though? (If gun to his head, he was forced to choose one).

It’s a close-up. Your fingers spreading yourself open, all slick and swollen. A heart-shaped lollipop resting just against your clit. Your hand holding it. His love for pussy and his habit of oral fixation are being stimulated through his eyes.

You’re in the bathroom brushing your teeth, and all you hear is, ‘Baby please come here. Right now. Please.’ In the neediest voice possible.

You walk out and he’s on his knees on the floor. Literal towel pitched up, photos spread out around him.

And when you smile and go — ‘I thought you’d like them. Do you? — he just whines.

Not groans. Not moans. Whines.

‘Are you crazy? I’m already so in love with you I could die, but this is literally attempted murder!’

Then he pulls you into his lap, kissing all over you, your lips, your neck, your breasts, going down on your stomach…

‘Fuck, I love you. I love you so much…’

SUNGHOON

You were sneaky with it. You gave him the envelope with a sweet smile, like you’re handing over a hand-written love letter rather than the dirty content it was hiding.

‘Hope you like them, Love.’

Sunghoon raises an eyebrow but takes it, fingers careful, gaze suspicious. He opens it while you’re brushing your hair.

Starting off strong, the first photo is you on your side, gripping your tit with one hand and pulling your panties aside with the other, head tilted almost innocently, but eyes filled with lust. Then a bunch of other positions, showing off your silky lingerine and delicate curves, always teasing what’s beneath but never displaying it fully.

And Sunghoon — Sunghoon does not react well.

He stands up, envelope in hand, and walks over to you with that same dead-calm expression. Slow and collected.

‘Who took these?’

‘What?’ You blink up at him.

‘The photos. Who the fuck took them?’

Though he’s not even close to being loud, you still stutter, seeing the tension on the veins on his neck, the way he grips the paper, trying not to crumble it entirely.

‘I-I took them myself, of course. Timer. I set it up. Just me. I swear.’

At that, his whole body relaxes. He might even flash a little relieved smile.

Then.

‘Get your ass on the bed.’

At first, he’s cold. No kisses, no nothing. He trips you naked, and studies the polaroids while playing with your body in real time.

‘Spread your legs. No, wider.’

And when he thinks it’s good enough (like he actually gave a fuck about how accurate it is), he grabs his phone and starts taking his own shots.

No warning. No direction, only

‘You want to give me photos? Fine. Give me new ones. Better ones. Real ones.’

‘You think your little solo pics could compare to this?’

‘You’ll look even better when I’ve filled you up.’

SUNOO

You slide it over while you two are cuddling on the honeymoon bed. You’re in a fluffy robe, bare legs over his lap, and he’s scrolling his phone when you whisper

‘I made you something. Open it after I shower, okay?’

Sunoo nods softly, excited but also curious about what could you have come up with.

But baby.

The moment he opens that envelope?

He lets out a scream.

Like a literal, hand-over-mouth, spine-curved squeal.

Because inside of that, it’s you, in a strappy white set, veil slightly off your hair, pink gloss on your lips, sucking your fingers while side-eyeing the camera like a whole whorehouse with a coquette dresscode.

One where your legs are closed on top of each other, but with your palm inside of them, obviously teasing your clit (he can just tell by looking at your face on it).

But the worst for him? Probably the one where you’re pressing your shiny little cunt down on his pillow.

‘You’re evil.’

‘How dare you be this sexy.’

‘You’re not fucking real. What kind of slutty wife does this?’ While he’s already palming his cock.

When you go over to him, giggling, saying it’s not that big of a deal, he just pushes you down on the bed.

‘No. You don’t get to act all casual after doing this to me, baby.’

After that, it’s a mess of giggles and recreating the ones he liked the most. Calls you “my beautiful wife”, “my good little girl”, and “my pretty slut” in the same ten minutes.

Sticks one of the Polaroids to the headboard like a shrine while he eats you out.

‘Just to see how much messier you can get when it’s me who makes you cum.’

JUNGWON

You hand Jungwon the envelope while you’re still glowing from the wedding night — robe slipping down your shoulders, bare thighs brushing his under the covers.

‘I made something for you’

He tilts his head to the side, like a confused little cat.

‘What’s in it?’

‘You’ll see’ Kissing his cheek. Then you stand in front of him, wanting the full, unfiltered first reaction you’ve been itching for.

Jungwon opens it.

Then he goes feral.

Cause every picture looks like you’ve carved the blurry image of them right out of the depths of his mind (which you might have, by how deeply you know and understand him).

Of course, you know he’s a tit-addict. And the photos feed right into that obsession.

You pushing your tits into the camera, covered by the prettiest white bras he’d ever seen. Gripping them, caressing them. With your bra off, looking into the camera with the deadliest doe eyes, licking off frosting (from God knows where) from your fingers, then circle around your nipple with the same one.

One picture of you rubbing your clit and wetting your sweet pussy, followed by smearing your own slick (then cum) all over your chest.

His mouth parts. He stares at them one by one, then flips through again. Ears red. So hard it’s painful.

‘Do you like them?’ You ask with a smile.

In a second, you’re under him, while he’s practically feasting off your boobs, rubbing your cunt with his hand, muttering shit like

‘Were you thinking about me while you did this?’

‘You want new ones? Want me to take them while I fuck these perfect tits?’

And he does.

Set up his phone on video mode while you’re straddling his lap, tits bouncing as he thrusts up into you.

Perfection.

RIKI

You hand Riki the envelope during the car ride back from the ceremony. He’s in the passenger seat. You’re still glowing and giggling, playing with your ring.

‘Open this at the hotel.’ And Riki just shrugs like whatever, tucks it into his jacket.

Later that night, you’re changing into something special in the bathroom, when he remembers he has it and opens it, not expecting to be flashed.

You in a white thong, back arched, pearls laying down your spine, heels still on. His favorite position, his favorite curve. Literally framed like art. It starts off like this?!

The second one might be even better though.

You bent over, panties pulled halfway down your thighs, ass cheek lifted so you can get your fingers underneath. Flash lighting up your thighs, gloss on your lips, veil around your shoulders. Looking like a fucking Goddess.

Polaroids from that position, with your finger teasing both holes, with toys rubbing over them, pearls on your spine, all pretty for him.

There’s one photo, which is…different than the rest.

No face, no pearls, no lingerine, no veil.

Just you, on your belly, knees spread, panties off, and your hands reaching back to pull your cheeks apart. The flash puts a delicious focus of the curve of your spine, ending in the most intimate, shameless shot of your tightest hole on full display — puckered, pink, just a little shiny.

Like you’d already played with it.

Like you prepared it just for him.

In that perfect little black polaroid border, you scribbled in sharp letters

“Next time, it’s yours<3”

Riki doesn’t smile. Doesn’t speak. Doesn’t even move for a solid ten seconds.

Just stares. Blinks once. Closes the envelope. And then knocks on the bathroom door.

‘Babe. Come out.’

You peek out in a silk robe, small nightgown under, and his gaze goes straight down.

‘Hands on the bed. Just like that photo.’

He drops his pants, and gets behind you. Grabs your hips with so much harshness like he’s mad. Then pauses — cause you have the nerve to giggle.

‘You liked them?’

‘Stop talking.’

Then he spits on your back and watches as it slides down in between your cheeks. Your hole, it’s still open for him. Those damn pictures were freshly taken, with this exact purpose. To get him to fill you there.

So he pushes in. No more prep, no more teasing, just raw pleasure.

‘Gonna stretch it for me properly, baby’

‘You made it look so pretty… wanna see it twitch when I cum inside.’

[neodazed]

the way my m.list doesnt fit my overall vibe at all😭😭

NEODAZED’s MASTERLIST

[vamp!enha masterlist]

asks - open

all of these fics include explicit sexual content so if u dont want to read that just leave now (basically). will be updated w each new work

yes i write for all 7 members idgaf abt that one year age diff between won and riki hope this helps

ENHYPEN

ot7 and multi-member imagines

when reader has an oral fixation

grinding / dry humping

squirting

raw offer

boudoir polaroids

lee heeseung

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park jeongseong

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sim jaeyun

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park sunghoon

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kim sunoo

the brat equation (sunkixreader)

yang jungwon

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nishimura riki

the brat equation (sunkixreader)

freak like me

munch! riki thoughts

[neodazed]

Riki🤤

𐙚 ENHYPEN fitting all of them inside you

Jungwon

Jungwon pinned you down, his gaze sharp and commanding. "Hold still," he ordered, his voice deceptively calm as he lined himself up. Without preamble, he drove forward, his thick cock spearing into you in one relentless thrust.

The sudden, brutal invasion punched the air from your lungs. He bottomed out hard, his lean hips slamming against yours. "Fuck," he hissed, his composure cracking for a second at the overwhelming heat and tightness. You cried out, nails digging into his back.

"Jungwon... fuck!" He regained control instantly, grinding deep, his breath hot on your skin. "Tighter than I imagined," he murmured, a dark satisfaction in his tone. He rolled his hips, a slow, deliberate motion that rubbed every raw nerve inside you.

“You wanted this big cock stuffing you? Feel it. Feel how deep I am. Claiming you." His words were a low growl.

You moaned, arching. "Yes... claim me... ruin me..." He smirked, picking up the pace, each thrust a powerful piston. "Good. Because I'm not stopping until you're ruined."

Heeseung

The stretch burned like fire as Heeseung finally buried himself to the hilt inside you, his groan vibrating deep in his chest. His hips pressed flush against your ass, trapping you beneath his weight on the plush hotel bed.

"Fuck, you take it so well," he murmured, his breath hot against your ear, fingers digging possessively into your hip. His cock felt enormous, a thick, unyielding intrusion that stole your breath, making you whimper. He didn’t move, just savored the clenching heat around him, his lips grazing your shoulder.

“Look at you... opened up just for me. So fucking greedy, swallowing every inch. Can you feel it? How deep I am?" His voice was a low purr. You could only gasp.

“Yes... god, yes, Heeseung... so full..." He chuckled darkly, grinding his pelvis minutely, making you cry out at the intense stretch. "Good. Now get used to it. You wanted this big cock inside you? You’ll take it all night."

Jay

Jay pinned your wrists above your head, his eyes dark and demanding as he knelt between your thighs. He guided his thick cockhead to your slick entrance, pressing relentlessly.

“Open up," he commanded, his voice rough, brooking no argument. "Take it. Now." The blunt pressure was immense, a burning ache as he forced himself past your tight ring of muscle inch by excruciating inch.

You writhed, overwhelmed, tears pricking your eyes. "Jay... please... it's too much..." He ignored the plea, thrusting sharply upwards, sheathing himself completely in one brutal stroke. You screamed, back arching off the mattress as he filled you impossibly deep.

“Too much?" he scoffed, leaning down, his sweat dripping onto your chest. "Bullshit. You begged for this fat cock. You wanted me to ruin this tight little hole. Look at it—gaping around me." He rolled his hips, a cruel grind that rubbed every sensitive spot inside you.

"You love feeling split open, don't you? Say it." You choked out the words, "Y-yes... love it... love your cock wrecking me..."

Jake

Jake's touch was reverent, almost worshipful, as he pushed into you with agonizing slowness. His eyes never left yours, wide with awe and dark lust.

“So beautiful," he breathed, his thick length stretching you open relentlessly. "Look at you... taking me so deep. Fuck, you feel incredible." His praise was filthy, laced with possessive need. "That's it, sweetheart... let me fill you up."

He bottomed out with a soft groan, his pelvis flush against your ass, his heavy balls resting against your skin. You could feel every vein, every throb of his cock buried inside you.

“Are you okay?" he murmured, brushing sweat-damp hair from your forehead. "Feeling me so deep?" You nodded frantically, arching up. "More... please move..." He smiled, a predatory glint in his eyes despite the sweetness.

“Such a good girl... craving my cock. Gonna fuck you so deep you'll feel it tomorrow." He began a slow, deep roll of his hips, making you keen at the relentless, perfect stretch. "So fucking tight... gripping me like a greedy little fist."

Sunghoon

Sunghoon's smirk was wicked as he toyed with you, rubbing his leaking cockhead against your swollen clit before notching it at your entrance.

“You look desperate," he teased, his voice a low, amused purr. He pressed in just the tip, making you whine and buck. "So eager... but I want to watch you squirm."

He withdrew slightly, then pushed back in, sinking deeper with torturous slowness, stretching you obscenely wide.

You begged, "Please... Sunghoon... all of it... give it to me!" He chuckled, a dark, delicious sound. "Begging already? But we've barely started." He snapped his hips forward suddenly, burying himself to the root in one smooth, powerful thrust.

You gasped, eyes flying wide at the sheer fullness. "There," he sighed, grinding his hips in a tight circle, making you feel every ridge and vein. "Deep enough for you? Feel that fat cock stuffing you full?" His fingers traced your stretched entrance where he disappeared inside you.

“Look at you... swallowing it all. My perfect little fuckhole." You moaned, clenching around him, making him hiss. "Yeah... milk it... show me how much you love it."

Sunoo

Sunoo was trembling above you, his face flushed, eyes wide and needy. "It's... it's so tight," he whimpered, struggling to push his thick cock deeper past the clenching resistance. Sweat beaded on his forehead as he rocked his hips, inching further.

“Help me," he begged, his voice high with frustration, pressing kisses sloppily over your neck and chest. "Please... open up for me... wanna be all the way in..." You pushed back against him, gasping as he finally slid that last inch, his balls slapping against you as he seated himself fully.

He moaned, long and loud, almost sobbing with relief. "Oh god... oh fuck... you feel so good inside..." His hips jerked involuntarily, shallow little thrusts. "Is it... is it okay? Does it hurt?" His voice was breathy, needy for reassurance even as his cock pulsed deep within you.

You reached down to grip his ass, pulling him deeper. "Feels perfect... move..." He let out a choked sob of pleasure, beginning to thrust with desperate, jerky movements. "So deep... so warm... love your greedy cunt milking my cock..."

Niki

Ni-ki moved with desperate, hungry energy, his hands gripping your thighs as he slammed into you without finesse. He was panting, eyes wild with lust. "Need it... need to be deep inside," he gasped, driving forward with frantic urgency. His cock, thick and insistent, stretched you wide as he fought to bury himself completely.

“Open... open up!" he commanded, his voice strained, pushing relentlessly against your resisting flesh. With a final, forceful thrust, he sheathed himself to the hilt, balls-deep, a cry tearing from his throat.

"FUCK! Yes! So deep!" He stayed there for a second, trembling, overwhelmed by the slick, clenching heat engulfing him. "So tight... hugging my cock..." He began moving immediately, short, sharp, desperate thrusts that jolted through your entire body.

“Feel it? Feel my cock fucking you deep? Making you mine?" His words tumbled out between ragged breaths. You could only moan, overwhelmed by his frantic pace, the slap of skin echoing in the room.

"Harder... Ni-ki... please!" He groaned, losing rhythm, pounding into you with abandon. "Take it... take all of it... gonna fill you so deep..."

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I just love how hee thinks or should I say believes, is that holding the 🍒 24/7 is peak domestic behavior 😭 like I just love his lowk oblivious ass. And him putting all his emotions into those grips? Byee I can't stop laughing at that. Sleeping while holding one, the warning glare, holding it while brushing his teeth??? And reader feeling all discomfort, concern, and pleasure? Its like you read my mind or something because this was EXACTLY what I wanted, not even exaggerating.

The only reason I didn't put much details in the req was because I didnt want you to feel bound. As someone who does write sometimes, I know how it blocks your creativity and how easy it is for ideas to turn into restrictions. I know its my 2nd time giving feedback but I genuinely wanted to say all this. Imo, we owe a good appreciative feedback when y'all authors complete our requests for free and with so much effort. This is the least we can do.

The tummy kisses (giggling) may or may not have contributed to me feeling more confident w sending another anon appreciating you lol. I'm pretty shy (if you ignore what I requested) and still learning to leave feedback in the comments openly, until then, I'm just gonna stick to appreciating you and all the talented authors out there through this anon box. ❤

you’re so sweet🥹 thank you so much. your request was probably the one I got on the easiest out of the ones i have been requested, simple and my style (great minds think alike 😜).

and yes virtual tummy kisses are kind of my awkward things here lol there are so many cutesy people here its the perfect reponse haha.

a shy freak is exactly what i am, too, so i feel u. hope you’re having an amazing day !!❤️

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hiiiiii so I'm the anon who requested that hee obsessed w tids, and ARE YOU KIDDING ME??? WHY'D YOU EVEN THINK IT WAS ASS??? IT WAS SO PERFECT, IT WAS EVERYTHING I WANTED AND NEEDED. it made me feel things and im so happy that you not only accepted my req, but also did it more justice than I could think of 😭 it had me giggling, stomach flipping, and toes curling hehehehe. THANK YOU SM 😭 I just logged in and that was the first thing to pop on my feed and I've already reread it twice 😭😭

hey!! IM VERY HAPPY YOU LIKED IT😭

and thank you SO much for the feedback, it means a lot to me especially after a request!! kisses on ur tummy!

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bf heeseung (kinda mean) OBSESSED with readers tiddies. Thats it. All day, all night, thats what he wants. In mouth, hands, whatever. To the point where it HURTS.

tried my best babes sorry if its ass (ironically) — 528

tw: tit!obsessed hee, mean, hurts a little, unprotected pinv, mdni

It’s actually so bad…

Heeseung is, no doubt, a tit-man. An addict. A worshipper. A sucker. A boob devoted desperate man.

First of all, he only falls asleep if he’s holding one of your tits. Cupped in his palm, all for him to fondle like a stress ball until he dozes off:( Or, if he’s particulalry a needy ass, he has to have it in his mouth. Yes, like an actual baby. You have mentioned to him that it might be a tiny bit weird, which only got you a warning glare, so…

That’s for the mornings. During the day, he also can’t and won’t go without them. He stands behind you while you’re getting ready in the bathroom and gropes you slowly, brushing his own teeth with his free hand, both an important part of his routine. And, most of the time, it’s not even sexual?? When you two study together, and he is fidgeting with your nipple, it’s not because he is hard, or wants to tease, it’s an automatic move for him. So when you ask him to stop, pissed off, he does not see the reason why, since it’s literally peak domestic activities for him…

‘What are you on? Let me spend time with my babies outside of sex. Just get back on your assignment and stay quiet.’

Sometimes, when you watch a horror or action movie, and he get’s excited or jumpscared, he squeezes so hard you actually don’t know if you want to whimper in pain or pleasure. He’d look at you, pretending to be sheepish about it, muttering a soft “sorry” and keeps doing it.

Because yeah, he puts all his stress and love, probably all his emotions to be honest, into those grips. And for you, it all has started to become a blurred mix of discomfort, concern, and pleasure.

In bed? If he was too much before, you should multiply that by a hundred, and then you’d get how Heeseung acts when you have sex.

His favorite positions are obviously cowgirl, and missionarry (he couldn’t choose between those two). It’s the easiest when you ride him, though. You always look so cute, grabbing onto his shoulder, bouncing yourself on his cock, keep pushing your chest in his face. He helps you with his hands, slams your pussy down onto his base again and again, while chasing after your tits like a starved man. Suckling, licking, biting…

The euphoria of your cunt cletching around him makes him lose his mind, not even attempting to be gentle with you in the moment, cause he knows he can’t. With one especially strong squeeze of your pussy, he bites down, hard, and your fingers immediatelly find his hair, trying to pull him off, a pained hiss leaving your lips.

‘Hee, stop, it hurts!’ You whimper, and he pulls off for a minute.

‘It can’t hurt that bad, since you just came for the third time.’ — He rolled his eyes, fucking up into you harder — ‘Shut up, and take it. Give me my tiddies back.’

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im going through it rn yall send freaky drabble recs pls

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Lowkey a ‘one in the front one in the back’ type of situation … heh😈

and what if i tell yall i have written 3some fics w these 2…

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ALL ON HIS MOUTH LIKE LIQUOR

Munch! Riki thoughts < 3

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(not my usual content ik but this pics gave me munch riki and i was the only one so had to do it)

Munch! Riki who moans into your folds the first time you let him taste you

Munch! Riki who is obsessed with how puffy your lips are, and how they get even fatter after he sucks on them for a while

Munch! Riki who starts oral with spreading you open with two fingers, and kissing over your exposed sex

Munch! Riki who licks his stripes up from your other hole till your clit

Munch! Riki who doesn’t do gentle flicks on your clit, but laps at it without a set tempo

Munch! Riki who sucks your clit into his mouth to drag you close to the edge but stops before you could come

Munch! Riki who let’s his teeth graze your folds until you let out a hiss

Munch! Riki who fucks his tongue into your hole eagerly and fast, while applies pressure to your bud in a slow contrast

Munch! Riki who sometimes randomly buries his nose in there to mask in your scent

Munch! Riki who gets frustrated when you hesitate to sit on his face, and just ends up yanking you down without warning

Munch! Riki who wants you to ride his face, and likes it even more if it hurts a little

Munch! Riki who wants it in his mouth. always in his mouth.

Munch! Riki who is having a full on makeout session with your cunt, rather than simply eaiting you out

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FREAK LIKE ME [nrk]

Riki let’s you tie him up.

pairings: bf!nishimura riki x fem!reader

tags: estabilished realitionship

warnings: explicit sexual content, light bondage, unprotected sex, nipple-play, oral (m), spitting, switch riki (kinda)

wc: 1905

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‘This is kinda lame so far’ Riki muttered under his breath. 

‘I just started!’ You rolled your eyes at his teasing.

The white ropes you brought in the dollar store a day ago tightened around his wrists prettily. A satisfied smile broke out on your lips, pulling your hands back from where they were working behind his back. Now he was laying back on his trapped arms, looking up at you with exaggerated boredom. You took your place in his lap. 

'Remind me why I agreed to this again?' He asked with a sigh. Having you in his lap is natural and amazing, what's not though is the way he has no access to your body.  

‘Because you love me and want to be treated like a pretty little princess?’ You tilted your head to the side with mock sweetness, the kind that would earn you a pinch on the waist or a swat on your thigh. 

Would, if he could move.  

‘Well, one of those things is certainly true’ A quiet hiss left his mouth when you shifted, now fully sitting on his groin. Not hard yet, but definietly intrigued.  

‘I’ll make both true’ One thing he was surely feeling though was amusement. Because frankly, he couldn’t imagine what you planned to happen tonight, but the excitement and slight mischieve in your tone made him give in, and maybe even look forward to your performance a little bit. 

‘That’s so cute of you, babe’  

You sealed his mouth shut with your own, knowing there was no other way to shut him up. Normally, he would already be feeling you up, fingers digging into every part that feels good or hurts. He responds either way, his already bare upper body pushing against yours, firm jaw turning yours into the right direction, tongue invading fast and shameless. Arms wrapped around his neck, warm muscle battling his, you almost got lost in it. Then you remembered what was the original plan, and pulled away. Leaning back, your hands fell off his nape while you took a quick breath. This goddamn boy always kisses like an animal. 

‘Ohh, we’re starting now?’

He grinned like an idiot, doing his best to mock and provoke you. It didn’t bother you, not really — he was already where you wanted him: under you, bare, all for you to touch. So you just nodded, not answering outright, Your body connected with his when you layed down to place kisses on his neck. Little, sloppy butterfly kisses that turned into bites, bites that turned into teasing kitten licks. He hummed, giving you more access to his skin. Then his head began to drop towards your tits half-spilling out of your tank top, his mouth open and ready to devour. Before he could even get a taste, you grabbed his hair, tugging him back from there. A part of him (only his inner voice, of course), was thinking “oh, she’s getting rough, more than I expected”, and the other one was just annoyed. 

‘You can’t just put your tits in my face and then ban them from me!’ He scoffed like he just experienced the biggest betrayal of his life. 

‘I can though. That’s the whole point.’ You let go of his hair, and pushed him back, admiring the marks you’ve created on his skin. He always looked pretty marked up. 

‘Cruelty?’ — He huffed, then complained some more, just out of spite — ‘What’s with all that tugging, anyway? That’s your idea of topping?’ Voice full of bicker and coyness. God he is annoying. 

‘I’m just doing what you usually do? And I literally just started!’ He couldn’t argue with the first half of your sentence, so he settled on letting you do your thing for a while.  

The thing is, you have always been curious about how sensitive he is. 

His chest, particularly. 

Seemed like this was the right time to find out.  

Riki smirked when your cold hands made contact with his chest, caressing him from his abs to his collarbones. He was about to make a jab at the softness of your touch, when your fingers eventually found his nipples. His smile didn’t dissappear entirely, just faltered, lost some of its arrogance.  

‘That’s kind of kinky’ He managed to let out.

You ignored him this time on purpose. You circled the edge of your cold thumb around his nubs, but he only let out a sound that could translate to him possibly enjoying himself, when you started to rub on it. 

‘Is it? They hardened pretty quick though’ Was the answer to his previous statement. By the way your ass pressed against his clothed dick, he wasn’t sure which you were referring to.  

‘Yeah, cause the temperature of your hand is in minus’ He said in defense, which was somewhat valid, like half of the actual truth.

Because as it turns out, they are, in fact, sensitive. You only chuckled at that. Your thumbs were stroking, pressing, flicking  at them. Your hair was in the way, so you threw it behind your shoulders before you leaned down and gave his nipple an experimental stripe with your tongue. Riki’s body trembled underneath you, letting out a muffled...whine? Moan? Whimper? You’re not sure and it’s not like he’s ever gonna admit it. Your lips suckled on the hard nub, the other one still being taken care of by your fingers. 

‘I have something more suitable to suck on, you know...’

His body tensed up saying these words. If you didn’t know him better, you’d have thought he’s getting uncomfortable, but no. That was to brace himself, to keep his reactions in control. Even if it wasn’t said so, a silent understanding of challenge was looming between your bodies, and he’d be damned if he lost. 

To get back on him (and honestly just out of curiosity), your teeth grazed against the delicate skin. Riki yelped, wishing his hands were free, free to reach out and put you in your place already. 

But not yet. Not now. 

‘Suitable for me, or for you?’ You asked, but your fingers were already working his sweats down.  

‘Both of us’ A grin formed on his lips. He was cocky, yes. And also right.  

Once you pulled all the fabric down, You were met with his proudly standing dick, now obviously worked up. You smeared some of his precum on his head, and watched it drip down onto his enormous length. At first, his size made you nervous, shaking just by facing it. Now, you’re shaking for it. Your hole, to be specific. He was way too aware of that fact, that he can just throw you around however he sees it fit and you’d love it. Maybe that’s partly the reason you wanted to try how it would be to do things on your own pace, just whatever you wanted to try.  

And the best part? Riki had enough security in himself that he let you.  

Well, on the most parts. 

Usually, Riki is undeniably fond of sloppy blowjobs. Like, the ones that get sloppy from how hard he is shoving himself down your throat, to the point your saliva is leaking out from both sides. You are content with that, God so much, but you also had the desire to cherish it more, taste more, feel more. You and your oral-fixation needed both kind, to be honest.  

Back to present activities, you took the shiny mushroom shape inside your lips, humming at the taste invading your senses. He sighed, tilting his head back. Your plump lips were so soft around him, and the way your tongue fickled out so sweetly... 

‘Fuck, Princess. You know I  hate that...’ He grumbled, his arms fidgeting but not actually trying to “escape”.  

‘But I’m just tasting you...’ You pulled off just enough to mumble this out, before going down again, lower this time. The hand-restrain didn’t stop his hips from bucking up into your mouth. 

‘I’ll give you a taste, don’t worry-’  

You pulled off with a clear “pop” sound following.  

‘Seriously...you’re so annoying’ A stupid pout formed on your face without intent. 

‘Aww, baby, I’m sorry. How about you untie my hands and I’ll do the work for you, pretty?’ The offer honestly sounded tempting, but you weren’t done yet. 

You shook a small “no” with your head, putting your hands on his shoulders to sit back. He leaned in, all eager to feast of your lips again, but you atopped him with a finger. 

‘No more kissing.’ 

‘No kissing? Just hardcore BDSM?’ He asked back with deep “understanding”, and it took all your will not to burst out laughing at his sarcastic expression. So you nodded, and shimmied down your underwear, which was already dripping from your arousal.

There was no need for any lubricant if we want to be honest. 

But for you and him, sex was never complete without some sort of spit. 

You held out your palm to him. 

‘Spit.’

His face waa very confused, but he’s not one to deny thar. A drop of clear, sticky liquid coated your fingers. 

The curiosity in his eyes only lasted until you put your wet fingers between your legs, and started to draw circles around your entrance. 

‘Alright, all fun and shit, but that’s my job.’ Now he was starting to get really restless, cause why on earth would you need to that on your own while he’s right there?! 

‘I’m just prepping myself so I can take you’

A kiss on his neck, trying to stay “in character” A gasp you might have overdone a little left your lips. You were excited, but your fingers could never reach the depths Riki’s did. Watching him get frustrated was fun enough to keep it up though. 

‘Exactly, my job. Masturbation between us should only happen mutually, you know. When my dick isn’t abandoned’ He kept talking.  

You had two fingers inside of your hole at this point, another rubbing your clitoris. None of this was to actually prepare you — two tiny fingers for that cock? Yeah neither of you were dumb enough to believe that. The purpose was to help to piss him off more. The eventual stretch as a consequence? Might be the best part.  

‘Just sit on my face then’ Riki tried again.

Dick hard and leaking, every vein looking their best, head colored read from how long he has been holding back. His muscles were tense, his face needy. Needy Riki. Yes, this sight was for sure worth it. 

‘That sounded pretty “subby”

Slick connected your cunt and hand when you stopped working yourself open. And finally, he didn’t have the strength or will to bicker back, to tease. He let out a deep sight, and leaned his head back on the pillows, seemingly accepting the situation. 

When you sinked down on his dick, he still managed to stay still, and just dedicated his every sense to the way you used his body for relief. 

Your thighs started to faintly burn after sitting up and down about eight times. 

‘Please, can you-’  

And then his wrists were immediatelly freed from the white ropes, after he ripped it into two piece with a swift, fast movement of his arms. 

Your face met the bed, hard, and he pounded into you, hard. 

Maybe the tie wasn’t restricting him as much as you thought so. 

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enhypen -🎀- squirting for them for the first time

ot7xfem!reader - when they make you squirt for the first time

warnings: unprotected sex, fingering, oral (f), cum eating, overstimulation, pussy slapping, slight daddy kink, lmk if i missed smth

alr started writing this when I saw recent similar fics for enha but there’s like a hundred of these here so don’t think that’s an issue

my sunki fics flopped so bad i went back to writing imagines instead of my other drafts LMAO ty for more than 2k views on the last one and for 200+ followers. pls request after reading my post regarding that, i’d love to see and write ur thoughts!! have fun reading 💋 masterlist

HEESEUNG

For Heeseung it’s almost like squirting = marriage.

A new found level of possesiveness awakens in him, basically.

You’re laying flat on your back, legs spread as wide as they can go, and he is plunging three fingers inside you.

His pace is no other than harsh, not an inch of his being is trying to be gentle. To be honest, he doesn’t need to be anyway — that’s just how you like it.

Thank God you were wet, or else those ocassional spits on your clit wouldn’t be able to match the rough bones of his digits carving their well earned place in your fluttering hole. With each quick thrust, the low side of his palm bumps against your little nub, drawing a lovely whimper out of you.

He’s not leaning over your body, doesn’t press comforting kisses on your face or neck. He is sitting on his knees between your two trembling thighs, and watches your cunt gasping for his fingers hungrily.

It’s getting way too sloppy now, creating those nasty almost slurping-like sounds, and it almost makes him want to lean down and bury his mouth in there, but then again, the sight is so pretty for him.

So instead, he stares and he talks. And oh, his way of talking is dirty, all possesive. Speaking of your pussy as it was the most beautiful masterpiece hung up in his favorite museum.

Your hole clenches, tighter and more intensively than normally, and you feel a flood rushing down in your tummy, one that has you curling the tip of your toes backwards, gripping the sheets underneath you like you’re about to fell off a bridge.

You try to warn him in time, you swear. The weakest ‘Hee’ leaves your mouth, a mix of a somewhat scream and moan, and you grab his forearm, but as expected, it doesn’t make him stop, it just encourages him to increase every sensation he’s currently providing. So there’s nothing you can do when a gush of liquid spills out of you, high enough to latch onto his black fitted shirt.

His heart fucking flutters at that, pride swelling up in his chest.

‘You made that big mess for me?’

‘Only I can make you cum like that. I now that’s right.’

‘C’mon, squirt again for me. You know I’m not stopping ‘til you do.”

JAY

His head has been hitting your cervix repeatedly for some time now, his balls slapping against your ass with each stroke, shaft hitting your clit.

Absolutely no thoughts in your head, just dick dick and dick.

It’s almost like every vein was created just to brush your gummy walls with the perfect force he always settles on. He’s curved to fit right into you, and if he wasn’t, well, he carved out his place in there well enough by now.

Feeling full of him has to be the most precious feeling, talking about any of your holes. And his hands are rough, they grip and sink and have completely no restrain when it comes to your body.

It’s a release you don’t even really feel coming (maybe because he already emptied you so many times), it crashes onto you.

Your scream is one the neighbours will give dirty looks about later on, but truly, who cares in the moment? Not like he would have the strength to muffle it, or the attention, he is fixated on you.

On the way your sudden finish spurts all over his cock, his abs, his arms- he goes feral.

‘Oh my god, princess. What’d you do there?’ He laughs in amusement, his movements never stopping, just letting down from the pace.

‘You came all over Daddy’s cock? Without saying a word?’ He’s already back in full force, ignoring your whines and lightly pained whimpers, slamming into you even harder now.

‘I’m sure you can do it on command then, too. Come on, show me.’

JAKE

You already came three times.

Yet, no amount of tugging on his locks would make him lift his head up from between your shaking thighs.

See, Jake is a greedy man. Every time he gives head, he acts like a starved man who is on a strictly ‘pussy for all meals’ diet, and hasn’t eaten for weeks.

One orgasm is nothing to him. It’s like he doesn’t even notice it happened, he keeps going. Goes between munching at your folds and sucking on your clit.

Two orgasms make him hum quietly, like he’s just starting to get the taste of it.

Three? That’s a good number, but still, it’s not enough. If you managed to cum three times already, what’s stopping you from cumming one more?

That’s the logic.

And you would think the upcoming one would be just a tired suffer with minimal semen going into the mix of spit and cum, but it’s something else. He plunges his tongue deep into you, and begin to move it right there, and it almost feels like he’s flicking at your cervix.

You cry out, legs locking his head in space (not like he wasn’t glued there already). You swash right inside his open lips, on his tongue. He grips your thighs harder, and wait until you finish. When he lifts his head up, finally, it’s kinda…full of cum. Like, literally. His chin completely soaked, his nose wet, his eyelids covered too. It’s a sight for sure.

‘Baby…that was so fucking hot.’ He says in awe, blinking up at you. He’s so in love. You smile softly, though your face is going red more and more by the minute. You are still sprawled out, sticky and open, and now you feel a bit sheepish.

‘Can you clean me up, please?’ You mean with a towel. Obviously. That’s what normal people do.

But Jake’s smile turns slow. Dangerous. Still hungry.

He leans in.

You freeze.

‘Jake, wait-‘

But it’s too late. His tongue is already on your inner thigh, licking a slow stripe up to where you’re still dripping.

Then his mouth is on you again. Soft, wet kisses over the mess he made, drinking you down like it’s water after a drought.

You try to squirm away, gasping his name — but he just pins your hips down with a firm hand and grins up at you.

‘I’m just cleaning you up.” — Then, quieter — ‘Gotta take care of my girl, right?’

SUNGHOON

You were getting punished.

So how on earth was it so good?

The way he’s spanking your pussy should have made you cry a long time ago, but instead, it’s just keeps on getting…better? Sure, it hurts, how could it not? A very sensitive area, indeed, probably not made to be spanked, but…

It was the good kind of hurt. The one that kept chasing slick out of your hole after every swing on your clit. Your body is thrown between two different reactions, half squirming away, half desperately chasing the sensation.

No fingers inside, no thumb rubbing your bundle, no tongue stroking your folds — just rough, precise hits.

He is spreading you open with two fingers, but keeps them strictly there, no slipping in between. Only so that he can reach all of you, making sure it hurts enough. Enough that you realize what you have done wrong, refrain from ever doing it again. Enough so that you feel that this pussy belongs to him, and he can do whatever he wants to it.

To his surprise, it’s also enough to make you squirt.

To Fucking squirt.

One minute, he’s spanking your nasty little cunt, and you’re crying to stop, then the next, his pace has to falter, cause a flood of liquid splashes out of it.

He snorts. Not really in amusement.

‘You’re unbelievable, you know that?’ — He looks down at you with a scoff — ‘I’m trying to punish you here, and you enjoy yourself more than normally’

‘It’s just…sensitive’ You sniffle. The hurt now comes in stronger, when you are no longer getting stimulated.

Sunghoon tsk’s and pushes his dirtied digits past your tear-soaked lips. Your face crunches up from the taste, but you do your best to swallow all of it. And that fucker turns that around, too.

‘You really just slurped up all of it? Didn’t leave me anything?’

‘I-I thought-‘

‘I must take another taste, then…’

You cry out the moment his hot tongue makes contact with your red swollen clit.

SUNOO

He’s casually hovering over you, mouth on left nipple, finger rubbing your clit. The suckling and stroking movements are equally hard.

You guys’ve been at it for some time now, lazily making out, most of his energy being put into pleasuring you. You were already on the edge a couple of times but he stopped there and went back into it just to drag it out.

‘Shh, just a little more. You’re not that impatient, right?’

He earns himself an eye roll for that, but only snorts, and pushes you closer.

His bare chest presses against yours, kisses soft and deep, and it’d be romantic even, if you could forget that he’s been edging you for half an hour. He always says it’ll make your release bigger and better, but hasn’t really convinced you yet.

Until now.

Because when he finally settles on the good space, even after feeling your stomach tighten, it doesn’t take you any longer to squirt.

And, the ‘see? told you’ look on his face could not be more smug.

‘Wow. Look who was right?’

‘My new take is that I can make you squirt two times in a row. Wanna find out?’

JUNGWON

Jungwon, to put it simply, is flabbergasted when it happens.

Like, on his tongue?

Around his fingers?

Because of him?

What did he do in his past life to deserve this? Whatever it was he is one lucky mothefucker.

You couldn’t even prepare him or give him a chance to pull away (he would never), since you yourself didn’t expect it at all. The truth is, you’ve never squirted before. Orgasms with a little more force? Producing a little more cum than usual? Sure, those happened, nothing too crazy. But it certainly never splashed onto his face like a fucking cunami, Jungwon thinks.

Poor boy wants nothing but to bury himself there right away, but he's not sure if you'd want that, given that you're still shaking under him. Instead, he strokes your thighs (still around his head), and murmurs,

'That was...good, right?' He asks, voice suddenly shy like he forgot what was he doing in the first place.

'Baby...you just made me squirt into your mouth. It was more than good, trust me.' You say with a weak chuckle.

'I want to taste. Can I?' How could you even say no to that adorable pleading gaze?

'Go ahead, Wonnie. Taste how good you made me feel.'

RIKI

It was just a matter of time before your first squirt after you started having sex, you knew for sure.

Riki's ego didn't need a lift though, and since he never brought it up by himself, you just assumed he either didn't know you were capable of doing it. or he's just content with the usual five orgasms he brings you to every time you guys have sex.

He absolutely knew what he was doing to you every time, but this?

This he did not expect.

You were bouncing on his cock with your best of strength, and he was watching you with a smirk, layed back on his arms, annoying and hot as ever. He wasn't putting in too much effort, but when he did move his hips to meet your thrust, God it reached the most perfect spot without a single miss.

He made a few statements, and those were...

'Your tits are all up in my business. Just how they should be.'

'Fuck, Y/N, this pussy is squeezing me so hard. You were hungry for my cock, weren't you?'

'From this position, I'll come right onto your cervix, You're gonna be dripping so bad...'

With a rather loud cry, cum splashed out of your slick hole with a nasty sound. No thumb circling around your clit, no lips suckling on your nipples, just Riki's cock, raw and hard, all for you to fuck your little cunt on.

Of course he followed you immediatelly.

And of course, he had things to say.

'Oh. So we're squrting now?'

'Why wait a month? Were you shy to show how much you love this cock?' His finger is dipping down into your heat, bringing it to his mouth to taste.

'Riki, I'm sensi-'

'Shh. Let me see. You'll have to do it again now, anyway.'