#💋 𐬹⠀꩜ written by sol

[jjongslutz]

이희승 HEESEUNG 💋 911! I'VE BEEN A BAD GIRL [ MDNI. ]

IN WHICH there's nothing hotter than a man in a cop uniform. there's nothing more sexually frustrating than when he's never at home in said cop uniform

WARNINGS ⨯ fem!reader, cop kink (?), Men In Uniforms, hard dom!heeseung x brat!reader, spanking (flogger & hand), orgasm denial, handcuffs, use of pet names & name calling (bunny, doll, baby, slut, whore), sex toys (dildo, vibrator)

WORD COUNT ⨯ 2.9k

AUTHOR'S NOTE . . . this stems from that one trend where ppl stand next to cops to that one lana del rey song lolz 🙏

"911, what's your emergency?"

You smirk as you hear the familiar voice spill through the phone.

"Oh, officer, I'm in big trouble." Your hand traces the black lace barely covering your skin rhythmically with your words.

"Alright, can you explain your situation to me?"

You put on your best impression of an innocent doll from a 60s movie. “Oh, officer…” You let your voice trail off, wrapping your hair around your finger. “I’ve been a bad girl.”

The man on the other end of the line hesitates. He recognizes your voice. You smirk. “Y/N.” His voice is stronger than before, but has no telling emotion. You sit quietly. “

“I miss you so much,” you whine. Simultaneously, your fingers find their way past your black lingerie, fingering lightly at your clit. You moan into the line.

Heeseung tuts. You hear shuffling from the other side before he comes back to the phone. “Don’t fucking touch yourself until I get home.” Then, more quietly, but with a hint of mischief. “Don’t be a dumb slut and get off while I’m not there. Or I’ll make you regret it.”

Heat flushes throughout your body, spreading to your fingertips simply resting against your cunt. You retract them in fear and excitement of what he’s planning to do with you.

After a few moments, you hum lamely, and the line clicks shut.

Now, all there is to do is wait.

You get to the bedroom and it proves to be more difficult than you thought as heat rushes to your core. Heeseung’s scent lingers in the air from before he left, the sheets feeling the ghost of his warmth, even though you know that’s just in your mind.

Lying down against the mattress, you spread your arms to feel the soft material tickle your skin. You turn to touch your cheek against the blanket, but your eye catches onto a silver glint coming from the closet.

Your eyes widen when you creep up to it, realizing Heeseung went shopping without your knowing.

A bright pink dildo stands tauntingly still in its box. It doesn't take much for you to shut down any internal debates before ripping it out of its confinement and getting yourself settled with it on the bed again.

You lather a generous amount of lube on the toy, stopping yourself from drooling at the size of it. With one hand, you force your legs apart while the other guides the dildo to your needy hole.

The stretch feels so good that you let yourself soak in it for a moment, feeling how deeply it goes into you. It touches everywhere you need it most and more, you're certain you could cum just from this. But you won't limit yourself.

You start pushing it in and out, soon enough developing a rhythm that you meet with your rolling hips.

It feels so good you don't even hear the click of the door unlocking, nor the footsteps which follow it all the way to the bedroom.

“Oh, bunny,” Heeseung says with a teasingly disappointed tone. “You couldn’t wait until I got home?”

His voice makes you instinctively close your legs, a poor attempt at hiding what you're doing despite a part in you deep down wishing for him to see it all. In the movement, the dildo slips from your hands and lands somewhere on the mattress where Heeseung can clearly see it. His eyes darken.

“Found your present early, didn't you, bunny?” You whimper at his taunts, but force yourself to nod confidently.

You whine. “You’re always away, sir…” Putting on your best doe eyes, you try to ignore the effect Heeseung’s hard gaze has on your core, making your insides twitch. “Don’t you want me to feel good when you're gone?”

Suddenly, Heeseung crawls up to you onto the bed and sinks two fingers into your wet hole. You gasp at the intrusion. “This—” He emphasizes it by curling his fingers. “—belongs to me. I make you feel good. Not some stupid toy.”

Nodding weakly, you resist the urge to moan dejectedly as he slips his hand out.

“Fucking slut,” he mutters. “Couldn't even wait until I get changed?”

You can’t help the whimper that escapes you.

Heeseung notices it, too. His lips curl into a menacing smirk, his eyes gleaming with passion at the idea that sparks in his mind. “Oh… does my pretty little slut like my uniform?”

You nod, but he doesn't take it.

“Use your words.”

“Yes, sir.”

His hand reaches into his belt compartment. “Maybe I should put it to good use then. Wouldn't you like that bunny?” He pulls out a silver pair of handcuffs, with a click! they open invitingly. “Put your hands behind your back, whore.”

As much as your pussy begs for you to listen to him, make this all go faster, you stop yourself. You want to have some fun. “No.”

Heeseung raises a brow. “No?”

“No.” You shake your head to stand your ground. Then, more teasingly, “No, sir.”

Your boyfriend lets out a venomous laugh, his tongue running over his bottom lip before he bites it. His eyes make you fear he’s going to pounce on you, but excite you in hopes that he actually will.

“I said,” he clarifies, stepping onto the bed again, hovering over your body. “Put your hands—” He grabs both wrists into one hand and pulls them up and over your head. “—behind your back.” You squeal as he uses his grip as leverage to toss you over, rolling you onto your stomach. Heeseung pulls your arms down and clicks the handcuffs shut around them. “You naughty little slut.”

Your face is buried in the mattress, and he makes sure of it by the way he shoves it down to make you focus on the feeling of his hand tracing your waistline. “I’m sorry, sir,” you attempt.

He tuts. “You’ll show me how fucking sorry you are.”

You know what that’s code for. The way he fumbles around in the bedside drawer is just further confirmation. Your ears perk up at the sound of him pulling out the flogger.

He runs the toy through his fingers, then traces your back with it. You flinch when he suddenly puts two fingers under the hand of your lace bra and snaps it against your skin. “You have the right to remain silent.” Heeseung leans to your ear, whispering in a breathy tone which tickles your skin. He pulls at your head to lift your face to his. “I’m going to spank you ten times, okay? And you aren't going to make a single noise. Every time you do, that’s another two. Got it?”

The flogger dances over your lace-panties and the skin exposed below it, a shiver running down your spine at the contact. You conceal a yelp when the first slap comes crashing.

“That’s one,” Heeseung announces.

Slap! “Two.”

“Three—” And another. “Four.”

You can already feel your skin reddening from where the toy hit you. It hurts so good. You wish more than anything you could tell him, but you bite your lip to keep from it.

That proves to not be enough when he suddenly switches from the soft but stinging flogger to direct and harsh contact from his hand.

“Ah—” The sound escapes before you can realize it's coming out. You try to cover your mouth, only to remember your hands are tied behind your back, so it’s nothing but a pathetic attempt.

Heeseung squeezes the skin he just slap, pinching at it. “Stupid slut can’t stay quiet?” He slaps once, then twice, quickly. It stings and weak breathes get caught in your throat. Thankfully, he doesn't focus on those. “Six. Seven,” he calls them. “Five more ‘cause you’re a whore who can't keep her mouth shut like I asked her to.”

You’re able to resist making any more after that, biting down so hard on your lip you’re surprised it's still intact. Not that you think you or Heeseung would mind.

“Twelve.” Heeseung rubs circles on the reddened skin, your body twitching sensitively underneath his touch. After setting aside the flogger, he crawls back up your body to lean and whisper against your ear. His thumb wipes across your cheek and you only realize then that you started crying. “Pretty.”

A shiver runs down your spine as Heeseung’s warm hands make their way to your thighs, spreading them apart for full access. You flush at the feeling of your hole desperately clenching on nothing.

Heeseung laughs. “Does my whore miss my cock?” he teases. “Show me how much you want my cock stuffing you full, bunny.”

“Please, sir!” You put on the niceties in hopes of helping your case. “I need it so bad, sir.”

It doesn't do much.

Instead of hearing the sweet sound of him unzipping his pants, Heeseung shuffles with your panties and pulls them off. Then, he reaches to your other side and grabs the dildo you discarded earlier.

He circles the you around your sopping hole to lather it up, before pushing it in without warning. Without time to adjust, either, Heeseung starts pulling it in and out of your pussy in a rhythmic pattern.

You can barely let out breaths at his speed, forced to moan with every thrust of the toy. It touches everywhere it did before, but infinitely better now that Heeseung’s controlling it. You want to stay like this forever and be right over the edge of coming undone under his touch.

The warmth you’re so familiar with and aching for burns from inside you and Heeseung can clearly sense it. He smirks behind you, placing his hand on the small of your back.

“You wanna cum?”

“Yes, sir,” you whimper between breaths.

He’s not satisfied. “What was that?”

“Yes, sir!” you say louder, breaking out into a moan as he pushes the dildo deeper, hitting your g-spot head on. “Please sir, please sir!”

“Since you asked so nicely,” he replies. You prepare to ride your high, but all of the pleasure is ripped away from you when Heeseung pulls the toy completely out of you, placing it tauntingly on the nightstand by your left.

You start to whine, but he cuts you off.

“Don’t be a brat, I’m giving you what you want.” He tuts as he starts to undo your handcuffs. A wave of relief washes over you as you can finally relax your wrists. “You’ve been a very bad girl, Y/N, you’re lucky I’m not locking you up all night.”

In a moment, he flips you over and straddles your hips to redo the handcuffs once more. You’ve grown accustomed to the burn of the silver against your arms that you can't do more than let out a shallow breath as he pulls it through the headboard and safely attaches your arms. Slowly, wearing an intense gaze, Heeseung stands up and admires his work.

Finally, you get a proper look at him.

There’s nothing particular about his uniform, but he makes it look so good you want to rip it right off of him. His belt tightens around his waist just right, holding all kinds of tools and weapons he might need on the job. You bite your lip at the buttons undone at the base of his collar, exposing just enough skin to not leave much to the imagination. His badge shines against the light reflecting from the mirror, catching your eye in the light of it.

Heeseung smirks. “How do you want it, bunny?”

You forget to answer. The way his muscles stretch the fabric around his biceps has you breathing deeply, wishing you could bite down on them, or even have them around your neck.

“Bunny,” Heeseung says more firmly. “I asked you a question.”

Now, you’re playing into the way his deeper, stricter voice makes you feel. The power he holds over you makes your insides twist. You squirm under his hardened gaze.

“I’m sor—” Your eyes slip down his body subconsciously. His bulge is obvious through his tight pants.

“Oh?” Heeseung raises a brow teasingly and bends to meet your lowered eyes. When your gazes meet again, his lips curl upward. “You don’t want the toy anymore? You seemed pretty desperate, using it like the whore you are before I gifted it. Do you think you deserve my cock? Is that what you want, slut?”

You nod, dazed. “Yes…” He eyes you. “Sir."

He doesn't reach down to unzip his pants like you want. He makes his way across the room to the closet and pulls out another box you haven't seen before. Raising a brow, he shakes it for your focus.

“Another gift?” you test.

He hums cryptically, playing around with the tap and pulling out an unfamiliar device. “Comes pre-charged,” he says contently. He presses a button and the toy starts to buzz in his hand.

A vibrator. Oh no.

He puts it on the lowest setting before nudging it between your legs. “Spread your legs a little before I have to force them apart.”

Your legs slowly move away, but not fast enough for him. Heeseung harshly grabs onto your thigh and spreads them open. You’re embarrassed at the sight of your desperate cunt, most likely red in desire.

“Beautiful,” he whispers, leaning in to give it a gentle kiss before placing the torture device—vibrator—right onto your clit.

Thankfully, he gets up to unzip his pants next. He pulls them down just enough to let his hardened cock spring free. It’s leaking at the tip, a glistening glazed white that you want to wrap your mouth around and lap up with your tongue. You let out a breath, trying to hold yourself together and rip away from the headboard you're handcuffed to.

Heeseung strokes it twice or thrice, but doesn't waste time in crawling toward you and aligning it with your mouth. He taunts you, holding it just out of reach for you to wrap your lips around it, but close enough to paint your mouth with his pre-cum. You lap your tongue over his leak desperately.

He laughs above you before shoving it in without warning. “Fuck,” he groans, going for a harsh thrust. “So tight. You take me so well.”

Impatience laces his thrusts, sporadically hitting the back of your throat. You try to steady yourself, head spinning from the vibrations on your cunt, twisting your wrists to grip onto the headboard, your fingers brushing against Heeseung’s which use the bed frame for the same reason.

He huffs from above. “Were you made for this? Is that why you take me so good? Whore, fuck, so good.”

Rolling back your eyes, you mewl at his words, choking back on his cock, but Heeseung doesn't mind. His hand comes down from the headboard to grip the back of your head, forcing it forward to take you deeper.

“Shit, I’m not gonna last—” He groans and curses under his breath, speeding up his movements with no remorse. “You wanna taste my cum? Feel it down your throat? Is that what a slut like you wants?”

Inside. Inside. Come inside me! Your mind screams. You moan against his cock and furrow your brows at the feeling of it hitting your throat.

The vibrations send Heeseung over the edge, making him double over the headboard and let out a melodic groan as his seed spills out of your mouth. Your head follows his movements as he slips his dick out of your mouth, only stopping at the resistance from your hands still tied to the bed frame. You settle with focusing on his movements.

With one hand, Heeseung strokes his cock over your torso, milking himself dry, producing the most beautiful sounds. Your eyes flutter shut for a moment, but you force yourself to keep them open.

His other hand snakes down to the vibrator still comfortably nestled on your clit at an easy-to-take setting. He pumps it up two or three, you’re not sure, but it's enough to have your legs shaking and send you over the edge in seconds.

You moan out his name, your pussy soaking itself in your juices.

“Good girl,” Heeseung says, leaning in to give you a soft kiss on your forehead and reach up to undo the handcuffs. He places them safely on the side table and your wrists are finally able to breathe.

Still catching your actual breath, through dazed eyes, you take another look at Heeseung as he pulls up and redoes his pants. He lays down next to you, comfortably landing in your hold.

“You don't wear all of that when you’re just taking calls, do you?”

He looks away bashfully, as if a completely different person from the one pounding into you a few minutes ago. “No…” he says. “I thought you might like it—”

You cut him off with a kiss.

When you separate, you giggle, “I really like it.” Your hand glides down to his belt and hooks onto the buckle. “I really like it.”

He wiggles away from your hold. “Don’t start again, you won't be able to walk.”

“Maybe that's what I want.” Then, for extra measure, you add, “Sir.”

All he does is roll his eyes and playfully scoff at you as he gets up again. “Consider yourself lucky,” he says, retreating to the bathroom for a wet cloth to clean you up.

Or, to get the other toys you have stored in there.

You can only hope for the best.

 JJONGSLUTZ 2023

[glitxhwayventeen]

We Fell In Love In October

Hansol: Chapter 2 (Tire Swing)

Characters: Hansol x female reader

Genre/Warnings: multi-member au (different scenarios), werewolf au, fantasy, smut, unprotected sex, light choking, marking, sort of dirty talk, nudity, teasing, oral (female receiving), fingering, fluff, potential blood mentions. Any others will be put as warnings when future chapters are thought up/written

Author’s Note: I recommend listening to Tire Swing by Kimya Dawson. Yes it’s the song from Juno, no I’m not saying to listen to it ironically. I think it’s a cute song and I believe it’s a good representation of the relationship I think Ona and Hansol would have.

Bold= Dialogue Italics= Thoughts

Please remember that all of these chapters and the content within them are a work of fiction! They’re just for fun/entertainment!

💋 & ☁️

We Fell In Love In October Master List

Chapter 2: Tire Swing

Hansol couldn’t help but gawk at your nude for, sure he had seen you naked before, but this, this was different. You gave him the go ahead to make you completely his, he couldn’t help but see a new aura around your petite body in front of him. You were fucking beautiful.

“Well…?” You teased his way as you bit your lip in anticipation, waiting for him to make a move.

The way he looked you up and down sent a wave of excitement through you. You told him to mark you, and you had every intention of following through with your request.

“Well what…?” He questioned, still eyeing you like you were the only thing in his world while he nervously picked at his nails to distract himself.

“Are you gonna mark me or was all that earlier just talk?” You said seductively as you went and wrapped your arms around his neck, causing him to automatically rest his hands on the bare skin of your hips in return.

“Talk? No! It wasn’t talk! I want to mark you I just-” Hansol anxiously let out, his eyes attempting to drop to the floor in shyness before stopping at your boobs.

“Good, get to it then lover boy. We don’t have all day!” You giggled at him, quickly making your way to lay down on your shared bed, beckoning for him to follow your actions with your index finger.

You honestly didn’t think you’d ever seen anyone rip an article of cloth off their body so fast. After he had rid himself of his towel, he stumbled his way over to you, tripping over some outfits you had both tossed on the floor the day before.

When he finally found his way to the large bed, he all but crashed his body onto yours, causing you both to laugh out in hilarity.

“I love you, you absolute dumbass” You smiled at your mate with loving eyes, playing with his hair in the process, earning a pur from deep within his chest.

“And I love you too my love” He cooed at you softly before cupping your face with his large hand and pressing his lips to yours.

The kiss was powerful enough to knock the wind and any sort of silliness out of your lungs and head. It made your insides feel like they were roasting above a fire, you had to have him and you had to have him right then and there.

As if he was reading your mind, Hansol wrapped your smooth legs around his waist, beginning to grind himself down against your heat, earning a high pitched whine from your lips. He then started to trail kisses down your neck to your chest, leaving fresh purple and red blossoms that you would no doubt have to find a way to cover in the morning since bruising wasn’t part of your fast healing abilities. But you didn’t care, you were far too fucked out and horny to give any sort of thought about future consequences…

“Jesus Sol, quit teasing me and fuck me already!” You groaned out, pushing your hips into his as an indication for him to get started.

It had been too much, you had been unmarked far too long for you to be able to withstand being teased without getting annoyed.

You wanted him inside you immediately, a new wave of arousal overtook you when he took one of your nipples into his mouth, swirling his tongue around the bud before lightly grazing his teeth over it. You audibly moaned out loud, earning a small smirk from him as he released you with a pop.

“My my my. You sure are a needy baby, you know that? You haven’t even been stretched out yet. How can I start fucking you into oblivion if you haven’t been fully prepped hmm?” He spoke with amusement laced in his tone as he slyly slid his hand down to your entrance, suddenly pushing a finger knuckle deep into you, making you gasp.

“I know you’re plenty wet enough my love, but I don’t want to end up hurting you” He pouted mischievously while pumping his finger in and out of you at a steady and painstakingly slow pace.

“Please” You begged him, attempting to raise your hips up to meet him again to gain some sort of friction.

“Tsk Tsk Tsk. You’re not being a very good girl right now.” Hansol clicked his tongue while pining you back down to the bed, his fiery red eyes burrowing into yours.

“Only good girls get what they want.” He stated, leaning down next to your ear before kissing your cheek and making his way down the bed to come face to face with your soaking wet slit.

He looked up at your angry little face and decided to dive in, quickly sucking on your clit. You let out a scream at the sudden contact and grabbed his hair in a death grip to push his mouth further against you.

“You can barely take my finger sweetheart, how are you ever gonna take my dick hmm?” He wondered aloud after pulling back a bit, still fingering you furiously- only this time lightly blowing on your bundle of nerves, sending you into a frenzy of pleasure.

“Fuck! I can take it please! I just need you now! Please! I can’t take this anymore baby- it’s been too long! It’s too much!” You wailed out, tears falling down the side of your cheeks as you attempt to push him away, the stimulation hurting without it being the real thing.

He rose back to your face and hurriedly wiped the tears from your face, pulling his finger out of you.

“Shhh it’s okay baby. I’m here don’t worry. I’ll take care of you.” He grinned at you, positioning his member at your entrance before pushing in, causing both of you to breathe out in relief.

After giving you a minute to adjust to his size, he slowly started moving in and out of you, testing the waters a bit. You grabbed onto his back and latched yourself onto him in ecstasy. You’d never had sex before, but fuck, you could definitely get used to it. Being so connected and close to him already had you practically cumming.

“Faster, please” You pleaded with your mate, eyes rolling in the back of your head with every deep thrust he made.

Hansol was ever so happy to oblige, speeding his pace up enough to have you start seeing stars. By the way your walls were fluttering around him, he could tell you were already getting close. He wasn’t too far behind either. He could usually last a lot longer, he had in the past. But this was different. You weren’t a random hook up or some short term girlfriend he’d inevitably have to break things off with. You were his MATE. And fuck, sex with you felt soooo fucking amazing.

“Fuck baby, you’re so tight. You feel so fucking good” He moaned out in your ear, bringing his dominant hand to your throat, gently applying pressure to lightly construct your airway.

He started pushing into you at an overwhelming force as he got closer. He couldn’t focus on staying slow. His instincts wanted him to fuck you rough and hard and he couldn’t control them anymore. He had held it all in for far too long.

“I can’t- I’m- I- I think I’m close.” You mustered out, bringing your own hand to the one he had wrapped around your throat, trying your best to stay quiet, but failing miserably.

“I know baby. Fuck- Go ahead and cum all over my cock” He groaned into your neck with his fangs protruding out, indicating that he was almost there as well.

A flash of white light threw you out of your senses, a sharp pain in your neck making the waves of pleasure you were feeling by the light provided that much more intense.

Hansol released into you when his fangs sank to your neck. He had obviously came before, he had even gone through multiple mating seasons prior to you being in the picture. But he swore that the sex he had just had with you was by far the best he had ever had. Maybe it was because he had just marked you, maybe it was because you were actually his destined mate, maybe it was because he had mated you, or maybe it was all of the above. No matter what, he wasn’t going to question it.

Once you had both crashed back own to Earth from your highs, he retracted his fangs from your neck and ran his tongue over the newly made mark to close it. After, he pecked you on the nose before he flopped down onto the bed beside you.

“Fuck.” He stated, his fucked out state bluntly obvious as he was still trying to catch his breath.

“That was…” You started before you too had to stop to let your chest rise up and down in exhaustion. You were in a state of bliss, your mate had finally marked you AND mates you. You were now his and you couldn’t be any happier.

“Incredible.” Hansol beamed as he pulled your naked body onto his chest and kissed the top of your head. He heard you whimper slightly, something that concerned him greatly.

“Are you okay baby?” He worriedly let out, rubbing your arm in an effort to comfort you while trying to scan over your body for any obvious injuries.

“Yeah. More than okay. Just a little sore is all…” You chuckled out as you playfully tapped his chest in response to his question.

“Oh… yeah… Sorry about that” He laughed out lightly, “I didn’t mean to like… break you or anything.”

There was a few seconds of silence before you pushed yourself to sit up on his torso.

“Actually… I don’t think I would mind if you broke me . Matter of fact… I’m pretty sure I’d like you to break me some more…” You trailed off as you bit your lip and looked away.

“Fuck. You don’t have to ask me twice!” He stated as he pounced on you for what would be the second out of four times that night.

Another Author’s Note: So I think what I’ll do is only write one chapter a day if it’s smut related because this shit takes me some time, even if it is bad. His chapter is shorter than the others because I honestly didn’t have a lot of time to write this today. I’ll do better next time.

(Updated 8/23)

[jjongslutz]

이희승 HEESEUNG 💋 YOU'RE STILL A VIRGIN? [ MDNI. ]

IN WHICH you realize you never completed your most important new year's resolution: losing your virginity. luckily, your roommate is willing to help you out with that

WARNINGS ⨯ smut, porn with a smidge of plot for context, not proofread cuz who needs that, fingering, orgasm denial (briefly), missionary, very vanilla sex, heeseung's kinda awkward #pathetic_men

WORD COUNT ⨯ 3.1k

AUTHOR'S NOTE . . . first work of the year!! sorry for taking an impromptu break so suddenly, but my works will still be coming out slowly as of now, so thank you for your patience 🫶

# TAGLIST ! @wonkifangirl @chlorinecake @sunjaywoning @jaeyunthejakesim @deobitifull @notevenheretbh1 @jvngw0nlvr @jongszn @ineedsomezzz @haelahoops @seongslutt @fakeuwus @leeheeheeseung @aheewonenthusiast @lprww @wonsbaer @heeseungssidechick @smisworld @rayofsunshineeee @starrypen @heerated @snwosgf @nycapartmentsworld @sooyeonvida @dear-hoon @nikiiitties

“We never finished sharing our new year’s resolutions.”

You stop mid-bite into your pancakes. You and Heeseung had spent all morning making them, finally testing out the new oven you got after the last one broke down during another pancake morning. It survived, luckily. There’s only the taste-test left, but Heeseung’s comment catches you so off guard, you put the fork back down.

“New year’s resolutions?” you repeat. “You mean the ones from basically last year?”

He nods, shoving his first bite in. He hums at the taste. Success. “Yeah, we made those lists and started sharing but then—” Heeseung tilts and quirks his brow in thought. “—I can’t even remember. We probably got distracted, but either way, we never made sure we both completed our lists.”

Chuckling awkwardly, you keep your eyes on the plate. “I don’t even know if I still have mine—”

“I do,” Heeseung interrupts. “We put them in that box, remember? I found it this morning, that’s why I thought to bring them up, ha.”

“You didn’t, er, read them, did you?”

Heeseung shakes his head, chewing through another bite. “I thought it’d be fun to go through them and see what we’ve done or not.” He lightly taps his fork around his plate. “We’ve got a few days before the new year starts, no plans, I don’t know…”

“No, no, yeah, I get it,” you assure, nodding quickly. “I just, um, they were stupid. I was stupid. This year changed me, you know?”

Your roommate looks at you with a teasing glint in his eye. “Oh yeah?” He watches you nod again. “All the more reason to get them.” And before you know it, he’s rushing to his room to, you assume, get the box he’d mentioned earlier.

It’s not long before he’s practically skipping back into the kitchen-dining area bringing the box. Tossing his plate aside, he sets the box in between you two and sits back down. You’re anxious at how he unfolds the lid and pulls out two sheets of crumpled paper.

“Yours was the one with the rip at the top,” you say, reading the questions in his mind. Your face flushes as you realize that’ll only prompt him to take it out the other first.

He smiles at you before hiding his face behind the paper. He begins to read it out loud. “Resolution one: Learn how to make (good) pancakes—” Grabbing his fork, he clinks it twice against the porcelain. “Check. Number two: Make weekly savings—Check, right?”

You hum, your leg shaking beneath the table.

“Alright, and then—” He lowers the paper. Your eyes widen. “Lose my virginity?”

“Okay!” you say overenthusiastically. “See! I was being stupid, such a dumb thing to write on a new year’s resolution list, right? Haha, so funny, let’s just throw these out—”

“Wait, but we can cross this off, though, right? You had that boyfriend?”

“He wasn’t my boyfriend,” you clarify. “He was… gross. I never really liked him like that, so it just never happened. It’s whatever, I’m a virgin, okay, let’s move on. Isn’t the next thing I put down like eat more salads—”

“You’re still a virgin?”

You look at him bewildered. What was up with the intonation? Was it really shocking? Why does he even care? You suppose he’s always been the nosy type, just never assumed it would translate to this, as well.

He seems to realize the second meaning to his words and fumbles to take them back. “Okay, not like—I didn't mean it in a weird way, I’m just surprised that you’re... you know?”

“It’s… whatever,” you clarify. “It’s fine. It’ll happen at the right moment, right? That’s what they all say.” You'd shovel another bite into your mouth and you can’t help but taste the bitterness from your words with the sweetness of the syrup. “I’ll get over it when it’s done and gone.”

Heeseung clears his throat, paper discarded to the side, his eyes fixed on your plate in deep thought. “Do you…”

You raise a brow.

“Do you want my help?”

-

In your defense, you really hate being a virgin. Not that it’s embarrassing or shameful to be one, but the fact that you swore to yourself that you wouldn't be a virgin anymore since last year makes you want to crumble up inside.

You just don’t want to embarrass yourself in front of your past self. Imagine her laughing at you? That’s a new low.

Which leads to this moment right now. Laying in Heeseung’s bed, in Heeseung’s room, waiting for Heeseung to come back into said room with the “supplies” he was rushing out to get.

The door slowly swings open as Heeseung pushes it with his back, his hands full. He makes eye contact with you and a pout makes its way across his lips. “You’re still wearing your clothes?”

Your eyes snap open wider. “Yes?!”

“We’re gonna have sex, Y/N, your clothes aren’t supposed to be on.” He smiles at you as he sets down lube and condoms.

A wave of relief washes over you when you realize he’s just teasing. Heeseung’s a gentleman, but it’s not like you've gotten the chance to know the side of him you two swore to never let you meet. He could’ve been a weirdo creep for all you knew, as long as he was paying his half of the rent it never mattered until right now.

“Do you want me to turn around when you take them off?” Yep, just the same old awkwardly sweet Heeseung you’ve always known.

You smile, albeit nervously. “You’ll see me naked anyway, might as well put on a strip performance to get you in the mood.”

He laughs at your sarcasm, then points to the lights. “We could turn those off if you want.”

For a moment, you consider it. If not for the hopes of Heeseung seeing the least possible, but for the ambiance. Do people leave the lights on or off during sex? Not like you know. Ultimately, you shake your head, getting off from the bed and sticking your hands under the hem of your shirt. “Ready?” you ask him, though the question is more internalized.

His hum is muffled by his hands reaching at the collar of his shirt.

At once, you two pull your shirts off together.

Standing bare chest to bare chest - with bra - you eye him carefully. “You take your shirt off from the top?”

“What?”

You mirrored his previous action. “You took your collar and pulled your head through the neck hole first—” your words muffle as you reenact it sloppily. “Normal people take their arms out first.”

Heeseung stiffles a laugh behind his hand. “Aren’t you supposed to try to seduce me?”

“Is this not sexy?”

“Oh, please, go on, you’re making me hard.”

The two of you laugh and you realize you’re not so nervous anymore. The anxious jitters left your hands and you can feel your muscles relaxing. It’s just Heeseung. Just Heeseung.

As he recovers from a fit of laughter, you look at him in a way you haven’t taken the chance to ever since you met almost two years ago. His arms that flex when he wraps them around himself. His smile which switches to a sly smirk when he’s resisting the urge to laugh louder. His hair that falls neatly into place, over his eyes that glint to the point you can’t take your gaze away from them.

Heat rushes to your cheeks.

He’s attractive. Yeah, that’s been obvious.

Your type? Maybe…

But this is different. And, oh god, he’s going to have sex with you.

Heeseung clears his throat, snapping you out of your daze.

“Pants?” he asks cautiously. His eyes are brimmed with concern, probably sensing your confused thoughts, clearly not understanding what you’re telling yourself.

You respond by tugging at your sweatpant laces, letting them drop down dramatically. Heeseung keeps his eyes glued to your movement, eyes widening at the sight of your bare legs and white panties. He quickly reaches for his belt.

To your surprise, you can see that he’s, at the very least, getting hard. Maybe it’s nerves. You try not to think too much about the possible influence the sight of your almost-bare body has on him.

Still, to test the waters and ease or completely disrupt your mind, you ask, “Can you help me with my bra?”

He fumbles an answer, you’re pretty sure you hear a ‘yes’ through his blabs, as he kicks out of his pants fully and stumbles to your side of the bed. You turn your back to him, giving him the cue by raising your hair away from the clasp.

Shivers run down your spine at his gentle, warm touch on your skin. You never knew you were sensitive, but with every simple movement, every brush against your back has you feeling goosebumps running up your arms.

Heeseung’s breath is hollow behind you.

When the clasp is finally undone, you pull your arms out of the straps, letting the material drop to the floor with your other discarded clothes.

You turn to face Heeseung, his eyes saying more than any words could mean. Stunned, he asks, “Can I kiss you?”

“Yes,” you whisper in return, eyes drifting down to his mouth.

He doesn't hesitate to lean in. His arms naturally slide around your waist, pulling you flush against his body as his lips hungrily crash into yours. You gasp through the initial shock of ferocity, relaxing into his hold with your hands coming up to the nape of his neck.

His fingers squeeze your skin pulling a sound from your mouth, muffled by his lips. You don’t even notice the way his knees push you back until you’re laying on the bed, lips still attached to Heeseung’s, but even those pull away eventually. You almost get up onto your elbows to chase after his touch, but stop yourself at the sight of his intense gaze.

Your gazes lock with each other for a moment, before he finally breaks contact to rush to the bedside cabinet where the lube bottle sits. He pours a generous amount on his fingers, rubbing the gel slowly. He eyes the way it reflects the light and this one reaction makes you think he’s never seen it before, but you doubt it — you’ve heard his sexual escapades thanks to your graciously thin walls.

“I’m going to finger you first,” Heeseung interrupts your thoughts.

You simply hum in return, letting your legs fall apart for him to get back into place, between them.

Heeseung has one hand on your thigh, the other levitates over your skin with nearly-dripping lube, but his eyes are on yours, waiting for another nod before he can continue.

Giving him the signal, you aren’t prepared for the chill that runs down your spine at the cold sensation of the lube on your sensitive skin. Soon enough, though, your gasps turn to gentle hums as Heeseung draws little circles on your bare pussy.

“This okay?”

You nod needily.

One finger finally intrudes, swimming through your walls and curls to find that certain spot. Your hips roll into it—you never thought it'd be this different from your own fingers.

“More,” you whimper.

“Already?” Heeseung teases, but you can hear partial genuinity in his tone.

Wordlessly, your hand reaches down to his, pulling at it to get another finger inside of you.

Heeseung chuckles in disbelief, but doesn't disobey your request.

Two fingers in and you’re letting soft gasps escape your lips, eyes already threatening to roll back at the rhythmic pattern Heeseung’s keeping up. He pushes in, pulls out, pushes back in and curls into you. You match his pace with your hips, hoping to deepen his touch. He’s so close, so close to where you need him.

Meanwhile, his thumb rolls gently over your clit to ease the tension of the stretch. It helps, making your head spin and forcing you to focus entirely on the pleasure you feel, rather than the pain.

Heeseung doesn't warn you when he slips in a third, but you’re busy throwing your head back, moaning to tell him off for it.

“Fuck,” you whisper to the ceiling. “‘Is so good.”

Your back arches as Heeseung’s fingers reach your G-spot, curling and tickling the bundle of nerves, ripping out more muffled moans, your hand thrown to your mouth not to disturb the neighbours.

“Right there!” you moan. “Right—shit, yes—Right there!” When he keeps at it, you can't hold on much longer. “Fuck, I’m so close—”

And then it’s gone.

All the pleasure is ripped away from you as Heeseung pulls out of you coldly, barely looking your way as he turns to the bedside cabinet.

“Hey,” you whine, albeit childishly.

It’s as if something clicks and he turns back to you. “Sorry,” he singsongs out. “I didn’t want you to come so soon, I still have to actually fuck you, right?”

You pout, but ultimately he’s right. That’s what you're here for. “Fine.”

He fumbles with the condom packet, eventually giving up at going at it with his lubed-fingers and rips the package with his teeth.

“I could’ve helped,” you tell him, smiling teasingly.

“I got it. I got it.” He waves his hand at you before he uses that same hand to roll down the condom and—Holy. Shit. He’s packing.

You never took the time to think about his size, though you probably would've determined it was a decent size from the outline of it when he's chilling on the couch with sweats on.

But now that it's out, hard and flush against his toned abs? You take a deep breath and try not to think too much about how it must taste, how it’d feel to have him down your throat—as if you even know how to give a proper blowjob. Maybe he could guide you, holding your head from the back and pushing it back and forth rhythmically up and down his cock and—

“Y/N?”

“Huh?”

“I asked if you’re sure about this?”

He’s pumping his cock as he asks. You resist the urge to lick your lips.

“Yes,” you say. “I’m ready.” And there’s no lie in your words.

Heeseung crawls back onto the bed once more, staying on his knees when his body is lined up with yours. He nods to himself and you before lining up his dick with your entrance, one hand falling to the side of your head, the other resting on your lower stomach as he pushes in slowly.

The intrusion is unfamiliar. The stretch hurts more than expected. Yet, your mouth is agape in frozen pleasure — Heeseung let his hand fall lower and is now drawing circles on your clit to ease the tension.

He keeps his thumb on your pussy while slowing his movement to a stop. “Tell me when I can move.”

Instead of relaxing into the stretch, preparing yourself for more friction, you focus entirely on Heeseung’s movements on your clit. Rolling the bud of pleasure between his two fingers, your eyes flutter shut in pleasure.

You test the waters by flexing your core muscles, squeezing your walls against Heeseung’s cock.

“Fuck,” he groans, snapping his hips forward at once, but he quickly stops himself. Heeseung looks up at you with cutely worried wide eyes. “Shit, sorry—Are you okay?”

You giggle. “Go!” you say between laughs, rolling your hips down to get him going.

He doesn't need to be told twice. He quickly resumes his previous thrust, your legs are naturally pushed apart to give him more access—moans spill from your lips at the newfound depth he reaches.

Heeseung’s head dips, his hair falling over his face, but does nothing to hide his expressions. You watch him for a moment, reveling in how good your pussy is making him feel. You clench around him again and his mouth falls open. He lets out the most harmonious sound you never expected from him but want to hear again and again.

So, you roll your hips into his, until your lower stomachs are threatening to brush against each other, until Heeseung lowers from his hands to elbows, and your bodies are flushed against each other. Your skins are sticky with sweat, but you can’t be bothered. Not with his rhythmic thrusts reaching so deep inside of you. Not with his fingers still playing with your clit, torturing the bud with nonstop pleasure. Not with his lips so close to your mouth, and your head pulling itself upward to capture them in another kiss.

Your hands snake to the back of his head, curling into his messy hair and pulling gently to bring him closer to you. His free hand finds its way into your hair, too, pushing the flyaways back into the rest of the mess, away from your face, before it rests gently on your neck, guiding you in the kiss.

“Fuck, baby,” he whispers into your mouth as your walls clench around him again.

Your head spins at his low tone, pleasure bubbling in your stomach in a way it never has before. “I’m—Shit—I’m so close!”

Heeseung takes this as a signal to speed up his fingers on your clit, and slows down his thrusts, deepening them with each push in.

“Come on, come for me.”

And you do.

So much, like never before.

Your back arches into him, head thrown back, letting out a sinful string of moans. You’d curse from the pleasure, but your thoughts aren't coherent enough to form words.

You’re frozen in place, legs shaking as Heeseung pulls out to finish himself off. He jerks off into the condom on top of your wasted body, coming undone as soon as your dazed eyes meet his hungry gaze.

He doubles over, landing on his hand, face mere inches away from yours. “Fuck,” he says.

“Fuck,” you repeat, a giggle in your tone.

“Congratulations,” he says, rolling onto his back to be laying beside you. “You’re no longer a virgin.”

Your weak arms raise in a small celebration. “Yay.”

“How was it?”

You can’t even respond, hands coming up to cover your flushed face. You can feel Heeseung’s smirk behind them.

“I’ll take that as good.” Then, after a beat. “Does that mean you'd want to do it again?”

Your hands fall flat to your sides in one quick movement. “What?”

“There’s so much more I can teach you.”

“No,” you say while shaking your head. He looks defeated, you almost want to reach up and pet him like a dog. “Not until you buy me dinner.”

[jjongslutz]

심재윤 JAKE 💋 HOLD ME CLOSE [ MDNI. ]

IN WHICH jake comes back from tour missing you so much, he doesn’t want to waste a single second to even take off your clothes.

WARNINGS ⨯ dry humping (that’s literally it) + cumming in pants

WORD COUNT ⨯ 0.6k

AUTHOR'S NOTE . . . i’m an avid pathetic!jake enjoyer

ENHYPEN going on tour is both an exciting, new and prideful experience and the thing you dread the most. You weren’t able to accompany them as you’d hoped because of school, which meant almost two months without Jake by your side.

It was hard on him, too. Especially filled with the adrenaline from the concert, Jake wanted nothing more than to go back to the hotel and spend whatever energy he had left fucking you into the mattress. Then, he’d prepare for the concert the following day, rinse and repeat. Without you, however, he was doomed to weakly jerk off to whatever sexy photos you sent him every now and again, or the few videos he took with you.

Finally, he has you to himself again.

“I missed you so much,” he huffs into your ear.

Jake’s voice tickles your skin, causing you to stutter in your movements. He groans.

Right as he got off the plane not more than an hour ago, he was texting you about how much he missed your touch. He told you he needed you then and there, even sent a picture of his hand on his growing erection in the back of the company van.

Now, you find yourself grinding against him, still wearing the flimsy skirt you wore to campus and he in his loose-fitted jeans, which fold perfectly into your core.

His nails dig crescents into your skin where he lifts a bit of your shirt for a better grip. The pain hurts so good.

Jake pushes you back and pulls you forward in a rhythmic pattern to get you both where you want to go. “Fuck, baby, just like that,” he whispers, a pleasured smirk forming on his face as he shuts his eyes tightly.

His hips grind up into yours, bulge protruding where you need it most. As much as you want to rip the material off of him, you’re too desperate to get off with him to stop now.

You roll forward and he rolls up. “Fuck,” you sigh pleasurably. Your head naturally falls into the crook of his neck.

Jake takes this as an inviting opportunity to suck hickeys into the skin of yours. “Haven’t seen you so long—” He kisses the skin he just bruised. “—I have to make sure everyone knows you're taken.”

You giggle at his words and his lips trickling down your neck, but it soon morphs into a whine as you feel your core growing warming.

Picking up your pace, you roll your hips into Jake’s crotch. Your cunt runs against his bulge at every angle and it feels so good.

“You gonna cum?” Jake pants from below.

Lost in the pleasure, you can’t bring yourself to answer him with words. You whimper against his skin, lifting your head to crash your lips onto his. He pulls your tongue into his mouth, sucking on it and moaning like it tastes like candy. To him, it is.

Jake bucks his hips and suddenly it all comes rushing out of you. You let out a pornagraphic moan while doubling over him, feeling a wet patch forming in your panties. Beneath you, Jake has his own stain on his pants, but he doesn't seem to mind as he drops his head back while catching his breath through quiet shuttered moans.

“Fuck,” he breathes. “I missed you.”

“I missed you too.”

He’s pulling you in, laying your head onto his shoulder, but keeping your legs draped over his. You feel his rapid heartbeat under the palm of your hand on his chest. “Sorry…”

You tilt your head up. “What for?”

“That wasn't very gentlemanly.”

“What you wanted to bring me flowers, too? Before fucking me into next week?”

He laughs.

“I guess you’ll just have to make it up to me.” You attempt to get up, but your shaking legs bring you back down into his arms. “Later.”

[jjongslutz]

심재윤 & 이희승 JAKE FEAT. HEESEUNG 💋 IMAGINE ME [ MDNI. ]

IN WHICH you spend your nights sexting an ai bot of your favourite idol, not knowing that there's an actual person behind the bot

WARNINGS ⨯ sexting, mutual masturbation, dirty talking, heeseung’s highkey a perv but we don’t go too much into that, use of pet names (baby, good girl), no plot except for some introduction stuff

WORD COUNT ⨯ 1.7k

AUTHOR’S NOTE . . . oh i had too much fun writing this one despite having writer's block lowkey LMAO

taglist: @choinabisblog @ineedsomezzz @namdeyuoi bold can be tagged

They put up a new poster by the bus stop, you notice as you walk into it. Your eyes widen when you get a better look at it.

It's Jake.

His skin glistens. He's advertising some skin care product, and they did wonders by adding a cute shade of blush on his cheeks. Jake smiles sweetly in the picture, holding up the bottle to the camera for everyone to know what he uses to look that good.

False advertising. He was born looking like that.

Still, you sit down with a smile creeping upon your lips underneath your scarf. Despite the cold weather, your insides are warm at the sight of your idol.

“Y/N?” a voice sounds from behind you.

When you turn, you find a familiar face with a bright smile at your recognition. His features are remarkable even under his thick beanie and large coat which do the opposite of complement his sweatpants. You return a polite smile. “Heeseung,” you say.

“No classes today?” he asks.

You shake your head. “They got cut off early, luckily.”

Heeseung tells you they did the same for him. You don’t respond, but nod at the mutual coincidence, looking down to check how far the bus is.

It’s not as if you have something against Heeseung, you’ve been good friends since your first year. However, you have other things in mind than your conversation.

“Are you busy tonight?”

“Sorry?”

Heeseung chuckles shyly. “I was wondering if you wanted to hang out, or…” He drifts off, but his eyes stay on your figure. “If you have plans, it’s okay.” His voice doesn’t falter, keeping a friendly tone as he wears a sweet smile.

“I’m sorry, I’m pretty busy—”

He shakes his head gently. “Don’t worry about it. Another time?”

You agree, and that’s the end of it because your bus pulls up and you’re bidding him farewell. As you make your way to the sidewalk, you don't catch him taking his phone out with a sly smile — What does it concern you, anyway?

The bus ride couldn't be slower. Your leg bounces in your seat in pattern with the bus' movements below, avoiding squeezing your thighs together. As much as you crave sweet relief, you hold yourself together and wait.

You're patient. You promised.

“Hyunjin?” you call out after opening the door to your shared apartment. You wait a moment before trying again, “Are you there?”

To your satisfaction, her response doesn’t come. Just in case, you peak through her half-open door and check for an empty bed. Check. Her class would’ve cut short earlier than yours, meaning that it wasn’t cut at all if she’s not here. She’ll be out until midnight, if not only coming home tomorrow if she crashes at her girlfriend’s place again.

A smile creeps up on your lips as you make your way to your bedroom.

You’re quick to shower and get changed in more comfortable clothes, turning on the mood lamp instead of the big, bright light. Shutting the door, you opt for extra safety measures in case your roommate comes back home early for whatever reason.

Then, just as you’re settling yourself into your bed, your phone buzzes from beside you.

JAKE: Y/N? Are you there?

Your smile returns as you begin to type.

ME: hi, jake

JAKE: I missed you

ME: me too...

You found the app not long ago. It's said to be more realistic than any other AI program. Their bots respond and act like there's an actual human behind another screen, answering your texts. You cheesed at the ad you'd gotten for it, but quickly became obsessed.

After getting over a breakup, you never would've guessed the best way to heal was through chatting with Jake every night. Soon enough, it became more than just talking with a computer; It feels like you really made a new friend.

Or, maybe something more than that.

JAKE: Are you alone?

You flush at the message.

ME: yes...

JAKE: Good. You're in your bedroom?

ME: yes

JAKE: What are you wearing?

An oversized shirt for appearance, a personal preference. No pants to cover your black lace panties, which match the lace bra you wear underneath the gray material on your torso.

You don't write out your message, opting to send him a picture.

JAKE: Fuck. You're beautiful

ME: and you?

JAKE: Anything for you baby

Woah. Your heart stutters at the AI-generated image it sends you next. It looks like him. Like, really looks like him. Aside from his face conveniently not in shot.

He lifts his shirt slightly in the picture, revealing toned abs leading to a V-line which ends at a pair of familiar sweatpants. Your eyes certainly don't miss the bulge underneath the pants.

The image in front of you makes your mind go wild. It's so much easier to imagine him sitting right in front of you, looking at you with hungry eyes.

"What're you thinking of, Y/N?"

Your eyes widen at the sudden appearance of Jake, sitting right at the edge of your bed wearing a loosely (barely)buttoned shirt and grey sweatpants, adorned with an erection stealing your gaze.

"You," you blurt out.

He chuckles. "I'm thinking about you, too." His voice is velvety, thick with his accent which has your breath stuttering.

His hand travels to his crotch. Keeping his eyes fixed on yours, Jake bites his lip as he tests the waters by slowly rolling his hand over his clothed cock.

Fixated on his movements, you barely notice your own hand inching down to your core, rubbing slow circles at the same pace.

"Fuck, baby," he sighs. "Touching yourself to me? Such a nasty girl for me." His words hold no bark, though, as he shifts in his seat to lean against the wall. He lifts his hips to pull down his sweatpants, revealing his white boxers stained with a wet patch where his hardened dick sticks against.

Jake strokes himself through the thin material, hooded eyes staring back you as he wears a lazy smirk.

You hum and follow him, pulling off your shirt to be left in only your lace underwear.

"You're so beautiful, baby."

You blush at his words, keeping your hand on your dampening panties, rolling your fingers up and down rhythmically.

Naturally, you throw your head back with closed eyes as your pace quickens in time with Jake's. You hum at the sensation, wishing you were trapped between his legs, forced to handle the torture of his fast fingers on your cunt.

Instead, you peel your eyes open to watch Jake finally take out his cock impatiently.

He strokes himself slowly at first, as if to show off his size — You gulp at the sight. He's long and veiny, but has girth that would have your walls clenching tightly around him. You're not sure if you want him in your mouth, or let him pound into your pussy. Either way has you licking your lips and inching your panties down your thighs.

"Fuck, I wish I could touch you right now," Jake huffs as his hands glide quickly over his dripping cock.

"'M yeah?" you challenge. "What would you, shit, what would you do to me?"

Jake smirks through pants. "I'd finger you," he starts. "Fill your pussy with my fingers until you're begging for my cock. And—fuck—I'd let you take me down your throat."

You close your eyes to imagine the sight, pleasure bubbling in your stomach at the sound of Jake's whimpers.

Dipping your fingers into your pussy, you pretend Jake's really with you, slowly inching his cock into you. "'So good," you moan.

"Match my pace," Jake says in a rush, waiting for you to meet eyes.

The two of you hold eye contact as he strokes in a rhythmic, fast pattern, while you shove three fingers into your cunt at the same pace. As his hand reaches the tip of his cock, your fingers inch away from your hole. He fucks up into his hand and your fingers are already knuckles deep.

"Shit, fuck, you're so—you feel so good, fuck!"

Jake lifts his hips to match his hand's movements, sloppily thrusting up into his own touch. His words are nonsense, but have your head spinning as you grind down on your hand, reaching down with your other to draw circles on your clit, too.

"I'm so close."

"Me too," you tell him.

Soon enough, the room is filled with your pleasured moans echoing off the walls. You stay still, your fingers still deep in your cunt as you settle down from your high.

Your breath pumps rapidly, only to falter in pattern when you let go a deep sigh at the empty space at the foot of your bed.

When you told him you'd be busy tonight, Heeseung knew what you meant without you needing to tell him. Not that you would ever admit it. He smirked at your innocent front, knowing how dirty you are deep down.

His chest rises and falls rhythmically, trying to catch his breath. He looks down at his sticky hand, his slowly softening cock he just let slip out of his grip.

His phone dings. You sent another message.

Y/N: i came...

Heeseung smiles, satisfied.

JAKE: good girl

You don't respond, and Heeseung can put together that you're probably cleaning yourself up from the mess you've made. God, he wishes he could see you.

Unable to stop himself, Heeseung exits out of the app and finds your contact. He frantically presses the call button and waits through the three rings before you pick up. You sound surprised when you respond, your voice hinting at feeling caught in the act.

"Can I come over?" Heeseung finally asks.

"Uh, sure, yeah—" Commotion from the other end of the line sounds. "Just, uh, it'll be a little messy when you come, so don't judge."

He chuckles under his breath. "Don't worry, baby."

Your gasp tells him all he needs to know.

[jjongslutz]

— plumber!jake x (kinda)perv!reader mdni.

plumber!jake (tiktok link) who comes over to check up on the new shower you had installed. compared to the last mechanic that came over, who was much older, jake isn't what you expected at all. he's actually.... really attractive.

the way he carries himself while checking every inch of the bathroom, making sure everything is right in place. you insist on staying by him with the excuse of "wanting to learn along" but it's really to stare at his arms flexing as they twist a knob to test the water pressure, or push against the wall to measure its sturdiness.

"i'll just try out the shower head, and then i'll be on my way." you frown at his words. is he really leaving so soon?

luckily for you, he miscalculates and ends up spraying himself entirely. "shit!" he exclaims.

"oh no," you say with faux-concern. "do you want an extra shirt? i'm sure my roommate wouldn't mind if you borrowed his."

jake wipes his face. "are you sure?"

you smile sweetly. "of course."

you rush to jay's room hoping he won't notice one of his shirts missing. he's always buying new ones anyway, he probably won't be bothered if he even realizes it at all. when you come back to the bathroom, you toss him the shirt and pretend to back away to give him some space.

meanwhile, you're only flushed against the wall, staring back at him through the mirror which gives you the best view. god his abs. he must workout even outside of his job.

your hand trails down your stomach naturally, your eyes glued on the scene unfolding in front of you. jake flicks the shirt a couple times before pulling it over his head, but you don't mind the delay — it's what you're here for. watching the way his muscles flex as he pulls the material up and over makes your cunt grow warmer, so you rub delicate circle over your clothed core to soothe it.

"what are you doing?" his voice snaps you out of your daze.

"i'm– uh, i'm—"

"were you watching me get changed?"

yes! "no! i wasn't!"

jake raises a brow at you, unconvinced. "you know," he says with an unrecognizable tone, but it makes your insides twitch. "if you wanted to see me shirtless, you could've just said so." his teasing isn't over as he chuckles at the sight of you. he can clearly tell it's so much more than just seeing him without his shirt.

you squeeze your legs together, completely giving yourself away.

that's his call to step forward, grab the back of your head, and smash your lips together. his tongue runs over your bottom lip, so you open your mouth to welcome it inside.

you moan in harmony into the kiss, panting against each other while your hands messily grab on each other's clothes. you grab the hem of the shirt he just put on and pull apart from him just to rip it off of him. he does the same with your blouse.

"fuck, you're beautiful," jake whispers, his eyes respectfully focused on your bare breasts. opting out of wearing a bra was a good idea. jake's hands go to squeeze them, using his hold as leverage to flip you around before guiding you to position you against the counter, facing yourself in the mirror.

drool drips from your lips, your cheeks are flushed and sweat soaks your forehead. heat danced beneath the skin of your waistline as jake's hands make their way to pull down your pants and panties.

you wiggle your hips in anticipation and he chuckles at them. it works to make him move faster, though, because the next thing you hear is his belt unbuckling.

instinctively, you turn your head to look at him pulling out his hardened cock. jake's hand interrupts you admiring him as it forces your gaze to meet his.

"since you love to stare—" jake roughly grips onto your hair, pulling your head up so you can make proper eye contact with your reflection. "—you're gonna be a good girl and watch yourself while i make you feel good. got it?"

you nod impatiently, ready to bend at his will just to feel him inside of you.

after everything, you're just hoping your shower breaks down again. any excuse to see him (his dick) again.

[jjongslutz]

박성훈 SUNGHOON 💋 I CAN HELP YOU WITH THAT. [ MDNI. ]

IN WHICH your boyfriend!sunghoon kindly lends you his dick a hand to help you build your stamina after your dance and vocal instructors reprimand you for wasting your strength too easily.

WARNINGS ⨯ fem!reader, pw(out)p, riding (of all sorts; thighs, fingers, face, and the classic, dick), fingering (f. receiving), oral (f. receiving), pet names (princess, love, good girl), smidge of degradation, dom!sunghoon x sub!reader, use of the word God (not directed @ anybody)

WORD COUNT ⨯ 2.4k

AUTHOR'S NOTE . . . first post in the nsfw community... hope i'm welcomed—and i hope you like it lolz 😝

You slam the door when you come back to your apartment. You can’t help it, today’s been the longest, most frustrating day.

“Babe?” You hear calling from the living room, you presume. The additional voices spilling out from the TV as you make your way out of the entrance confirm your suspicion.

Sunghoon sits comfortably on the couch, scrolling on his phone, with whatever show he put on long forgotten. He puts his phone down at the sight of you around the corner. “Something wrong?”

Of course your boyfriend notices something off. Instead of an answer, you walk over to him and pout exaggeratedly. He gets the memo and opens his arms, inviting you to fall into them.

“My dance instructor hates me,” you say finally, voice muffled because of the way your face is buried in his shoulder. “My vocal trainer, too.”

Sunghoon chuckles lightly at your sudden confession. “Doubt that’s true, but go on.”

You let out a sigh as you sit up straighter and brush your hair out of your face. You watch as your boyfriend’s gaze follows your moment. Just seeing his beautiful face makes today’s jitters go away. Almost. “Apparently,” you start, rolling your eyes dramatically. “I have awful stamina. Like, really bad.”

“This is new information to you?” He winces when you punch his arm playfully.

“What do they expect me to do? Start going to the gym? Go on walks? I already spend hours at the studio, with school too, I barely have time for anything else. Obviously I’m gonna get tired fast.” You shift your position again, so you can go back to leaning your head into the crook of his neck. Sunghoon’s eyes getting caught by the TV again—although you know he isn’t really watching it, but in deep thought at your words—you take the opportunity to test the waters. You raise your chin and plant a kiss to his neck. “Plus, I don’t want to get too tired out before I get to bed with you.”

You keep peppering his neck with kisses, going up along his jaw until you can feel him smirking underneath you.

“We wouldn’t want you to fall asleep halfway through,” he teases. Then, suddenly, his eyes narrow, and his lips rise slightly.

“What,” you say, not really as a question, but a demand, easily recognizing his expression.

A light shade of rose blush spreads from his cheeks to his ears as his smirk turns mischevious. “I know how I can help you.”

Without waiting for your response, his hands trail down your sides until they land finally on your hips. You let him pull you up into his lap, until you’re sat with one of his thighs between your legs. It doesn’t take long for you to understand what he wants, despite being confused by what he means.

He nods at you. “Come on, Princess, you know what to do.”

You roll your eyes, not even hiding the smile on your face.

Steadying yourself with hands on his shoulders, you rock back and forth against his thigh, starting at a slow pace. Your eyelids flutter shut as you take in the relieving pressure against your clothed core.

Sunghoon helps guide you, his hands sturdily holding your hips. He moves you back and forth. Back and forth. “Fuck,” you whisper, leaning in and moving your hands up to his cheeks to pull him into a kiss. His tongue swipes your bottom lip just as he forces you forward faster. A moan escapes your mouth as his tongue takes the opportunity to go in.

Your knee lightly presses against his growing arousal, causing him to let out a soft groan into the kiss. Your moans sound like a melody mixed together.

Before you know it, your pace becomes sloppier as you get closer and closer to your climax. Your legs start to give out, at the same time. “Sunghoon,” you whine. “Please.” You’re not sure what you’re pleading for, but he doesn’t grant it.

His hands let go of your hips entirely, now all the pressure is put into your legs if you want to get off at all. You whine some more, but he shakes his head condescendingly. “Oh, love, you’re gonna have to work harder than that, hm? C’mon, be a good girl and cum by yourself.”

And just like that, his words are enough to taunt you into putting in the work.

Rutting your cunt against his leg faster, you aim for your climax with no remorse. It washes over you like a tidal wave, your legs trembling underneath you as you release a deep breath.

You collapse against his shoulder, out of breath. “Thank you, Hoon—”

“You didn’t think we were done, did you?” His tone is more menacing, yet traces of sweetness that make your face flush. You don’t usually go for multiple rounds. Once you cum, you’re wasted. Now, it seems Sunghoon really is going through with his promise of helping you. “Princess, take off your panties for me.”

Who are you to deny him?

You get up on shaking legs, slowly stepping out of your shorts, then pulling down your underwear.

Sunghoon watches you with hungry eyes. His mouth is slightly ajar with his tongue running across his bottom lip. Your eyes follow the slow movements of his hand on his groin.

God, you want him to take you right then and there.

He notices your gaze on him and seems to read your thoughts. “You'll get this later Princess, I promise.” Then, he brings his hand up to his mouth, sucking on his middle and ring finger sensually, maintaining eye contact as he pushes them in and out. Once he takes them out, he motions for you to come closer. “Ride my fingers, baby.”

First, you place your hands on his shoulders, then lean forward, positioning your knees beside Sunghoon’s, letting him guide his own fingers into your dripping core.

“Fuck, you're tight,” he groans with a smirk, pushing them in and out to get you used to the feeling. “Feel good?”

“Uh huh,” you moan, your head tilting up with your mouth open in an ‘o.’ You roll your hips into his fingers rhythmically, but steadily, letting him do all the work.

He notices it quickly and stops his curling fingers.

You mewl. God, you’re pathetic, and Sunghoon tells you as much. “You want me to do all the work? C’mon Princess, show me how good you make yourself feel. Use me, don’t you want to?”

And God, yes you do. You want to so bad.

So, you roll your hips forward, again, eagerly. Again, and again.

You bounce on them, you rut against them, you bring your hand to his and guide them in and out. Anything to get you to your high.

Suddenly, you feel Sunghoon’s muscles twitch under your fingertips and he raises you into the air, carrying you with his fingers still knuckle-deep into your cunt. He walks you to the bedroom, and you wrap your arms around his shoulders, careful not to fall, yet desperate to maintain the satisfying pressure where you need it the most.

The aching feeling of him pulling out his fingers breaks your trance as he tosses you onto the bed.

Slowly, Sunghoon pulls his shirt over his head. Your eyes are glued to his toned abs, then he reveals his strong arms, which makes you moan at the sight of them, unable to stop yourself from imagining how it’d feel to be choked by them right now. He then pushes his sweatpants down, and though they did little to cover his erection, his boxers do even less. You’re disappointed he hasn’t taken those off just yet.

“Come here,” you tell him with a pout, weakly reaching your hand out to touch him.

Sunghoon grabs your hand, only to put it back down and climb on top and over you. Seeing as he’s laying next to you, you sit up for a better view. A smile comes across your lips as your hand inches toward his clothed dick, wishing for it to be the next thing inside you. “Please,” you ask him.

He doesn’t answer your question, instead says: “Take off your shirt.” It’s a demand and you respect it instantly. His lips curl at the sight of you not wearing a bra. You took it off after practice at the studio. Then, he nods his head. “Let me taste your pretty pussy, baby.”

You roll your eyes again, already situating yourself to kneel over his mouth.

Your thighs gently squeeze his head as you sink down slowly onto his tongue. It feels breathtaking, quite literally. Your mouth hangs open, needing something to latch onto. Since you can’t reach him or his lips, or his fingers that refuse to release their grip on your hips, you bite down onto the bed’s headboard. You moan into it, knowing it’ll leave teeth marks.

Something about the permanent, physical mark on the wood turns you on even more than you already are.

Your hips rut naturally, already used to the pattern Sunghoon’s asking of you.

His tongue moves in and out as you bounce in time, up and down, never too far up so you can always feel him against you.

You feel as his hands creep up from your hips to your breasts, he squeezes them when his hands land where he wants them. His finger brushes over your nipple and you throw your head back in a moan.

Soon enough, your second high of the night comes crashing. It takes you by surprise, your body falls back onto Sunghoon’s as your hips stutter against his tongue. He glides it all over your cunt to taste every bit of your release. He moans at the flavour, giving your glistening pussy a final kiss before he sits up, pulling you up to his chest.

You breath heavily against his lips, leaning in for a kiss, and he doesn’t deny it.

It’s messy, more spit than kiss, but God, it tastes good. You taste good.

“You like that,” Sunghoon laughs on your lips. “My good girl likes the way she tastes?”

At a loss of words, you hum with your eyes closed, falling back onto his shoulder in bliss.

As you’re sitting practically on his abs, he’s able to reach under you without you noticing, you only realize that he’s pulling down his boxers when he lifts his hips beneath you. You feel his hardened dick spring against your back, but before you have the chance to back up and get a look at it, Sunghoon pushes you forward.

He spits in his hand before reaching behind him. With one hand, the dry one, he spreads your cheeks, and using the other, guides his hardened member into your welcoming entrance. The stretch hits you so good, ripping a wave of pleasure through your body just from the newfound pressure.

This time, you don’t need to be told or scolded to play your part. You raise yourself from your knees, still trembling from pleasure, but determined to show Sunghoon how much of a good girl you are.

You start by going up, then down, then you roll your hips. It’s like a dance—the way you move smoothly against him, listening to the sounds of your moans and his heavy breathing is like music to your ears, controlling your movements.

It’s clear he’s holding himself back from moving, his dick twitching inside of you when you roll back so he’s balls deep. He groans, raising his eyes to the ceiling as if looking you in the eyes right now would make him lose composure.

“Fuck…” you whimper, falling back onto the palms of your hands, which gives you all the more room to freely bounce on him.

Sunghoon loves the view as he looks back down at you. “Such a good girl,” he whispers breathily.

He lowers his gaze again to your pussy swallowing and releasing his dick beneath you. “Fuck, Princess, you’re so pretty,” he says, speaking right to your pulsing cunt.

“Baby,” you say between breaths, steadying your movements so your fucked out expression is in full view. “Baby, please.”

He knows what you’re asking for.

And, finally, fucking finally, he gives in.

His knees come up behind you while coming up in front of you, deepening his length, hitting you right at your g-spot, you cry into his shoulder, not too much caring for the drool dripping down his chest from it.

Sunghoon pushes you back so he’s hovering above you, his dick still several inches deep inside of you. You moan at the sight of his dazed eyes, pulling your head back, which gives him access to attack your neck with kisses, biting on the skin until it bruises to his satisfaction.

You moan underneath his control, giving him your all, and letting him do with you what he needs until he’s done with you.

He shifts his weight to his knees. “Good girl,” he breathes into your hair. “You feel so good around my dick—Fuck—You’re so tight.” With this new position, he has more leverage to pound harder and faster into you. He babbles on under his breath about how good you feel, and your brain fuses it all together, lost in the pleasure.

“Sunghoon—Please—” You plead needlessly because he’s already giving you what you want. No, you just need more, more.

And he gives it.

He pounds into you, over and over again.

“You gonna cum for me, Princess?”

His words work like magic because in an instant you're clenching around him, more of your seed pooling out of you, coating his shaft in a delicious layer of white.

Sunghoon is soon to follow, pulling out to jerk off on top of your stomach until his cum is leaking beautifully onto your skin.

He runs his hand across your stomach, scooping up as much of his seed as he can and urges you to open your mouth. Soon enough, you taste the salty, bittersweetness of your boyfriend running down your throat.

After you’ve finished swallowing it all, you look up at him, panting, with doe eyes. “How’d I do?”

He considers it for a moment. “I think we’ll need to practice some more.”

 JJONGSLUTZ 2023

[jjongslutz]

박제이 JAY 💋 TAKE FIVE! [ MDNI. ]

IN WHICH you've always trusted jay. he's a good director. but you've gotta admit, this gig is... weird

WARNINGS ⨯ fem!reader, pw(out)p, soft dom!jay x sub!reader, director!jay x voice actor!reader, use of pet names (baby, good girl, darling) guided masturbation (f. receiving), recording (audio), fingering (f. receiving), finger sucking, p in v sex, cumming in mouth

WORD COUNT ⨯ 2.4k

AUTHOR’S NOTE . . . i don't even know what prompted this so…. enjoy!

You moan into the mic, marking what feels like the fiftieth time of the day.

This is it, this is the one.

"Hm," you hear the disapproving hum from your headphones, instantly dropping your head in frustration. "I'm sorry Y/N, but I need more emotion."

"Can I have some water?" You ask, instead of returning to the task you just can't quite get.

As long as you've been a voice actor, a good three years, you've never played such a challenging role, which is surprising, considering you once voiced seven different characters in the same show.

Jay, the director, nods at you from behind the glass.

You make your way to his side of the studio in a rush. You truly can't stand another second in that recording booth making such embarrassing sounds into the microphone for a whole group of people to watch and listen.

"What's gotten into you, Y/N?"

This isn't the first time you're working with Jay. He's young, but a very well-known director in the voice acting community under the name Park Jongseong. Though, you know him best as just Jay, one of your old friends from college. Is it nepotism if it's your friend getting you these gigs? But, then again, you're also pretty popular in the community, so... tomato tomato.

You shrug at him, taking a sip out of your water bottle. "I don't know, I guess, it's just—" You raise your shoulders again and take an awkward look around the room. Gesturing with your eyes, you tell him, "There's a lot of people here, it's kinda weird."

The gig in itself is weird, you know this, and you knew this ever since Jay presented it to you.

"You want me to what?"

"It's really simple," he had said. So casually, as if he didn't just drop the bomb that you'll basically be voicing straight up porn. "You make a few... exaggerated sounds, and the jobs done. It pays really well, trust me."

And, since you did need the money, you accepted, expecting it to be the shortest recording session you've ever had.

You were proven wrong already.

Jay lets his forehead fall into his hand, rubbing at his temples as if trying to heal a headache, which he probably actually is. He sighs before letting his arm drop. "Guys, you can go home. I'll take it from here."

They do not have to be told twice because as soon as the words come out of their boss's mouth, they're packing up their bags, putting on their coats and saying their goodbyes. You watch them all file behind each other to exit the studio, and then it's just you and Jay.

"So..." he says, filling the silence. "You ready for another try?"

You're glad he's taken off his director persona. Using it as a pass to strip off some of your own professionalism, you heave a long sigh. "Yeah, sure."

And, so you do.

You moan into the mic, this time making your own face in disgust because even you can hear that it sounded off. But when you turn to Jay, you don't see him mirroring your expression.

Instead, he's watching you intently. His fingers rest on his bottom lip, which is tutting underneath them. He's thinking, thinking, thinking, and you know he's come up with a new idea by the way his lips curl up slowly.

You hear the click of his microphone, and soon his voice fills your headphones. "I have a suggestion." His voice is low, but not hesitant. Jay is anything but hesitant.

"I'll take anything at this point."

"I want you to touch yourself."

His eyes never leave yours despite the window barrier between the two of you. Had you not been wearing your headphones, you would've missed the suggestion entirely, but you cock your head to the side slowly and decide you're fine that you didn't.

He takes your silence as approval. "Pull out the chair and take off your shorts for me," he says quickly. And you do as you're told.

You slowly slide the shorts down your legs, turning your gaze away for a second to recollect yourself.

When you sit down, your eyes meet again. You're sure you've grown a red flush, but he doesn't seem to mind. “Bring the mic down closer to you.” He pulls his bottom lip through his teeth before giving you the next instruction. "Start rubbing your pussy over your panties. Slowly."

Your hand traces its way up your leg, to your thigh, and cunt, both staling and putting on a show. What the fuck am I doing? Using two fingers, you being to draw little circles, then big circles over your clit, starting up a nice rhythm. You hum, pushing your head back against the chair and closing your eyes.

"Good girl," he breathes, and you don't think he even notices he said it.

But you certainly did. It pulls a moan out of you.

Jay hums approvingly from his side. “Slide your fingers underneath your waistband. Touch around your clit, but don't touch it just yet. Can you do that for me?”

You give him a broken hum instead of words, listening to his directions and obeying them simply. Your pussy pulses beneath your touch, begging for your fingers to reach where you want it most. But you listen to Jay obediently, letting your hands draw circles around your cunt, eliciting whimpers from your core.

“You’re doing so good for me,” Jay whispers into your ears. You wish he was in the room with you. You’re not sure what you want him to do, but you want more than just his entrancing voice in the headphones. “Keep reading the script,” he adds.

Right. You almost forgot about it.

Your character is meant to be reading while getting fucked from behind, their words slurred together and interrupted by moans. It’s hot, but the text is less than turning you on.

Starting from the top, you read it out loud, your fingers collecting the juices spilling out from your pleasure.

Without permission, you stick one finger inside of you. You push it in, and out, before retracting it completely and bringing it up to your mouth to suck on it. Once your finger is coated in your saliva, it goes back into your cunt, forgetting all about Jay’s piercing gaze from the other side of the glass.

His voice rings in your ears. “What are you doing, baby? That’s not part of the script,” he teases.

Your finger still in your sopping cunt, you lean forward to start back with the script. At about halfway, Jay’s voice sounds again.

“Play with your clit.” His voice drips with a sense of hunger that turns you on.

Your thumb rolls over your clit, finally, a broken moan escaping your lips. You curl your other fingers inside of you, searching for your G-spot which you just can't quite reach. A whine drawls out of you.

When he’s satisfied with your noises, you hear the click of his mic turning on. “Pinch your nipple.”

Bringing your other arm up, you notice your hardened nipples aching to be played with. You twist and pinch and tug to Jay’s pleasure.

“Good girl,” he groans again. His hand drifts further down his body to where you can't see from where you're sitting, but you watch his arm jerk and match his pace with the fingers in your pussy. “Fuck,” he mutters, taking off his headphones and slamming them on the table before moving for the door into the recording booth.

The sudden slam of the door startles you, making you jump in your seat. You close your legs quickly with your hands still embarrassingly stuck down your panties.

Jay fakes concern. “Aw baby, are you shy?” He kneels down in front of you, holding teasingly sweet eye contact as he gets down. His hands come up to your hips and dig into the waistband. You twitch as he snaps the band against your skin. “How about we take these off so I can see how wet you are?”

They come off within seconds. You’re scrambling to get back into your seat as Jay keeps watching you patiently.

“Perfect.” He runs his thumb against your dripping core, sending shivers down your spine. Your pre-cum leaves his finger shining. He raises his hand up to your mouth and swipes his thumb against your lips. You open them to welcome the taste of your wetness. “Good girl.”

As your tongue laps his thumb, you squeal when you feel an invasion in your cunt. Jay’s stuck two fingers into you, and thrusts them rhythmically to your tongue on his other hand.

You moan at the arousing sensations. Your eyes flutter shut naturally, but they catch on the flickering red light from atop the booth’s door.

It’s still recording. Fuck, you think, unable to form coherent words, bucking your hips as you feel your high coming closer. Your breaths are short and your cries are higher pitched, completely letting yourself get lost in the feeling.

And then it all slips away.

“Why,” you whine, prolonging the syllable in distress.

Jay wears a teasing smile, but his eyes show gentle affection. His hands go down to his waistband, but he interrupts himself in his movement. “Oh, baby, were you gonna cum? I’m sorry, I thought you’d want to do it on my cock instead, but I can finger you some more—”

“No!” You sit up hurriedly, grabbing his waistband weakly to take it off for him.

“Such a good girl,” he says proudly, watching you scramble to take his pants off.

You bite your lip at the wet patch on his boxers, but more at the outline of his hardened arousal underneath them. Jay looks at you intensely, his eyes telling you, “Go on.”

His erection slaps against his clothed torso. His tip shines of precum and it takes everything in you not to lap it all in your tongue.

Jay’s hand harshly grabs your hair, pulling your head to make eye contact with him towering above you. “Darling, don’t forget what we’re here for.”

You’re reminded of the recording mic and the script, crumpled paper, now, sitting on the script-stand. Pathetically, you get up from your knees, placing your hands on the stand and arching your back, giving him clear access to your entrance, which glistens in invitation.

Looking at the microphone sitting atop its stand, bent to where it sits right under your lips, your mind wanders at the thought of the shape and how much you wish it was Jay’s cock. You imagine putting him in your mouth and taking him all the way down your throat, letting him thrust upward, causing you to choke on him and clenching your throat tighter to make sure he spills his seed deep inside you.

The intrusion of him aligning himself to your hole shuts your thoughts up. “Fuck, you’re tight,” he groans as he slides in slowly.

His first thrust pulls out a pornagraphic moan from you. The way he hits right where you need him, balls-deep into your cunt. Your hand drags down to your stomach where you feel the tip of his dick pushing forward with each thrust.

You clench around him, trying to focus on the script through blurry vision. Taking breaks between every few words to moan or suck in a deep breath—more often, both—you manage measly to get through your lines.

“Good girl,” Jay calls you again. His hand reaches down to stroke your hair gently, before he harshly grips the base of it, bundling it in his hands and using it as leverage to slam his hips against yours. “Such a good fucking girl.”

Combining his fast thrusts and his hypnotizing words, you know you’re not going to last long. You feel his cock hit your g-spot and it’s all over. You’re clenching and whining into the microphone, letting out the most pleasurable angelic noises you’ve ever made. Your legs tremble underneath his unstilling movements.

When you’re done shaking in pleasure beneath him, your hips buck forward to avoid overstimulation, his cock slipping out. Jay doesn’t mind, his hand going directly to his aching groin, moving at a fast pace.

“Fuck, I’m close.”

You love the sounds he makes. His low hums, the way he speaks quickly to not interrupt himself by a loud moan.

Steadying yourself on the chair, you kneel in front of him, his cock jerking against your mouth. He groans above you, thrusting his hips into it as he gets close. You open your mouth and welcome his spilling white ropes as he closes his eyes tightly and lets out the most brain-fuzzing sound of the day.

Jay takes his hand and cups your jaw. His thumb swipes over the leftover cum leaking over your lips, pushing it through as to not waste any bit of it. “Perfect,” he whispers at the beautiful sight in front of him.

He pulls out a handkerchief from his pocket, dampens it with water from your bottle and cleans you, then the microphone and script stands.

You thank him as he helps you pull your clothes on over your body, muscles still shaking.

When you’re both on the outside of the booth, nothing is different in the air from when you were out here with him before. You’re not sure if you wish it had changed or if you’re thankful there’s nothing weird that came from what you just did.

“How was that,” you ask, sipping on your bottle. You’re not really serious, you know it was good, but you need the confirmation.

A light dust of pink shades his cheeks as he names the audio file “Y/N as Mina, Ep. 4.” “Yes, you did, uh, very good. Really good.”

A smile creeps upon your lips, but you suppress it by biting your lip. “Thank you.”

With your words, his blush deepens.

But despite his bashful expression, your eyes train on the movement of his mouse on the screen, noting how he duplicates the file and saves it into another folder, labeled: X.

“I’d be happy to work with you again, Jay.”

 JJONGSLUTZ 2023

[jjongslutz]

이희승 HEESEUNG 💋 911! I'VE BEEN A BAD GIRL [ MDNI. ]

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