#enhypen hard thoughts

[cutehoons02]

My lollipop girl

Jungwon pt Jake pt

*pairing: pervy rabbit hybrid Sunghoon x popular girl

*trope: oppositive attraction/grumpy x sunshine

*synopsis: Y/n is a university student who crosses paths with Sunghoon, an enigmatic and mysterious guy, who turns out to be a rabbit hybrid. Amid provocations, power plays, and growing tension, Y/N tries to catch his attention with a lollipop, but he mocks her. Despite his authoritative behavior, Sunghoon can't help but be drawn to her. As Y/n learns more about his hybrid nature, including heat and the knot, their relationship becomes increasingly intense, filled with seductive games and emotional challenges that push them further to their limits.

*tags: Sunghoon is a rabbit hybrid, lots of tension, Hoon behaves with superiority and loves to tease the protagonist always throwing arrows, territoriality, pervy thoughts, tutor Hoon, fake innocent girl, neddy Hoon, needy girl, kisses, hickeys, masturbation, double times fingering, unprotected sex (don't horny ppl) pet names (princess,sweetheart,good girl) (Hoon,hoonie)

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(English is not my native language)

Being the most popular girl at the Academy had its perks. You never had to worry about being alone—everyone wanted to be seen with you, and everyone laughed at your jokes, even when they weren’t funny. One look from you was enough to get whatever you wanted, and if you wished for someone, that someone would come running to your feet.

But there were downsides, too. No one was indeed your friend. The girls who flocked around you gossiped about everyone the moment they turned their backs, and you could only imagine how many times they had done the same to you.

And then there were the hybrids—once outcasts, now accepted into human society, yet still treated as different. Every day, you heard those shallow girls giggling about them, whispering "animals" under their breath as if they weren’t human enough to deserve respect. You didn’t care. You weren’t there to be a hero. You only looked out for yourself.

At least, until that day.

The air in the advanced economics classroom was heavy, saturated with useless chatter and forced laughter. You walked in last, your usual strawberry-and-cream lollipop between your lips, your usual skirt just a little shorter than it should be, and your fitted blouse drawing eyes wherever you went. Scanning the room, you searched for an empty seat. Two options.

The first was next to Jeremy—the stereotypical football guy: arrogant, clingy, convinced every girl at the Academy would fall at his feet. He didn’t even bother to hide where his eyes wandered whenever you were around.

The other was next to Sunghoon.

Sunghoon wasn’t just handsome. He was the handsome that hurt to look at for too long. Soft black hair, almost too perfect, a face carved with precision, dotted with tiny beauty marks you wanted to examine up close… and kiss. His nose was perfect, his features sharp like a statue, his body lean but sculpted just right. But his looks weren’t the problem. His personality was.

Cold. Silent. Cynical.

He barely spoke, and when he did, it was to throw sharp remarks—often aimed at humans. You didn’t blame him. It had to be exhausting to coexist with people who still looked at him with suspicion just for being born different. But when he was with other hybrids… he became someone else. Once, you had heard him laugh—a real, deep, almost contagious laugh. And God, you had wanted to listen to it again.

Your body moved before your mind could think twice. You walked toward the seat next to Sunghoon, ignoring Jeremy’s surprised stare and the murmurs of a few girls.

You pulled the chair back, the scraping sound echoing through the room. Sunghoon looked up, his dark pupils locking onto you, his ears twitching slightly as if irritated by the noise.

For a few seconds, he said nothing. He just observed you, analyzing with that calculated gaze, as if trying to figure out why you had chosen him.

You sat down calmly, crossing your legs with a slow, deliberate motion, letting your skirt ride up just enough to reveal a glimpse of your thighs. You knew he was looking, even if he tried to mask it with that bored, impassive expression. You wondered what was running through his mind. You wanted to slip into his thoughts, to understand what he thought of you—if he was genuinely annoyed or if, deep down, he liked you more than he was willing to admit.

Sunghoon glanced at you briefly, but his eyes betrayed something else, something he tried to suppress. His tail flicked slightly behind him—an involuntary reflex he immediately stifled as if refusing to give you the satisfaction of knowing you were affecting him. He was always like this: cold, calculated, yet incredibly curious. It was in his hybrid nature, his way of analyzing everything, but with that hint of arrogance typical of someone who knew he was irresistible.

Then your scent hit him.

Strawberries and cream. Sweet—almost too sweet for him. He wasn’t the type to enjoy sugary fragrances; he preferred sharp, fresh scents, ones with cool notes that matched his personality. And yet, somehow, he thought that scent was perfect for you. Too perfect.

He looked at you again.

You were different from the other popular girls. Beauty? That was obvious. Intelligence? He already knew you weren’t an airhead. But there was something more. You had confidence and boldness, yet you didn’t hesitate to talk to anyone—not even hybrids. He knew you had a hybrid friend, and that made you even stranger in his eyes.

But what irritated him was something else.

The way you sucked on that damn lollipop beside him, your tongue lazily gliding over the sugary stick, your lips wrapping around the candy with too much ease. The way your skirt was too short, leaving your thighs fully exposed. The way your blouse was too tight, the faint outline of pink lace peeking through, hugging your full curves.

Sunghoon throws you a sharp look, but you notice. And you smile.

"Do you like the show?" you ask with a provocative smirk, tilting your head slightly as you run the lollipop between your lips.

He sighs quietly, crossing his arms over his chest. 'Stop dreaming, princess.'

But the moment he says it, his eyes betray a flash of amusement, and his white and gray tail starts moving uncontrollably.

You burst into laughter, swinging the lollipop between your lips with a cheeky smile. "Princess, huh? No one’s ever called me that before."

Sunghoon scoffs, crossing his arms over his chest. 'Strange, I thought your ego would guarantee you at least ten nicknames like that.'

You raise an eyebrow, entertained by his sharpness. "Oh, so you’ve been checking up on me?"

He gives you a bored look. 'Hard not to when everyone keeps talking about you.'

Your crystal-clear laugh fills the air as you pull out your economics notebooks and arrange the pages with slow, precise movements. Sunghoon, with his watchful gaze, observes everything: your neat handwriting, and your perfectly completed assignments.

"What's up? Surprised that I’m smart?" you ask, tilting your head slightly.

He barely curves his lips into a sneer. 'No. I'm surprised someone like you has time to study between all your dates.'

You click your tongue, giving him a mock expression of pity. "How cruel, Sunghoon. You’re breaking my heart."

'You should get used to it.' he replies, expressionless.

You bite your lip to hold back a smile. You like this game. You enjoy how he teases you without filters, how he doesn’t get swept up like everyone else. But most of all, you like the idea of provoking him.

You keep sucking on your lollipop, and when you get to the best part—the one where the strawberry and cream blend perfectly—you notice how Sunghoon averts his gaze for a moment. But not fast enough.

His cheeks flush slightly. His tail stops moving, and his fluffy ears twitch ever so slightly.

Your smile widens. "You like lollipops?"

He bursts out laughing, but there’s something irritated in his expression.

'No. I don’t like unnecessarily sugary things.'

"Strange," you comment, running your tongue along the candy. "Yet, you seem like the type to melt for something sweet."

Sunghoon looks at you, this time with an even colder, sharper gaze.

'Maybe because you’re used to all those little puppies that circle you. But I’m not one of them.'

His tone is so cutting that for a moment, you almost take him seriously. Almost. You simply smile. "No, definitely not."

The professor enters, and the conversation stops, but the tension remains. When the tests are handed out, your gaze falls on the grade marked in red next to your name. 75. Not bad. But then you see the test next to yours. 100.

You slowly turn toward Sunghoon, and he simply blinks with an air of complete indifference as the professor praises him in front of everyone. But your gaze misses no detail: his tail instinctively rises, his ears stand up with pride, the faint blush coloring his cheeks.

You lean on your hand, watching him with your mouth slightly open. "You... are a fucking genius?"

Sunghoon slowly turns toward you and, for the first time, actually smiles. But it’s not a kind smile. It’s the smile of someone who’s enjoying every second of your surprise. 'Surprised?'

You blink, then cross your arms with a smirk. "I never would’ve guessed. I thought your only talent was being a bastard with me."

He tilts his head, his ears moving slightly. 'I can do both.'

At the end of the lesson, you walk up to him with a new lollipop between your fingers and offer it to him with a cheeky smile. "As a reward for your grade!"

Sunghoon looks down at the candy, then turns back to you with an arched eyebrow. 'Are you stupid or deaf?'

You place a hand over your chest, pretending to be offended. "Oh, such manners! I know exactly what you said." You take a step closer, tilting your head to the side. "But you know by now, right? I like to annoy you."

He takes a deep breath, as if holding back the urge to tell you to go to hell, then shakes his head with a cynical smile. 'And I’m supposed to like something just because YOU decide so?'

"Exactly," you reply without hesitation.

Sunghoon stares at you for a long moment, as if trying to figure out what the hell is wrong with you. Then he shakes his head, completely ignoring your offer, and stuffs his books into his backpack.

You sigh, swinging the lollipop between your fingers. "So, will you help me study for the next test? I want a 100 too."

Sunghoon stops for a moment, his jaw tightening slightly. He looks you up and down as if assessing whether your request is worth even a second of his time.

Then, with a slow, provocative smile, he takes a step closer. Close enough for his fresh, sharp scent to envelop you, a stark contrast to your sweet strawberry and cream scent.

He leans slightly toward you, his face dangerously close to yours. 'And why should I help you, princess?' he murmurs, his voice low and full of challenge.

You don’t lower your gaze. You don’t give him that satisfaction. You just smile. "Because I’m nice and cute."

Sunghoon chuckles softly, a sound almost amused, then straightens up. 'No.'

You freeze for a second. "No?"

He grabs his backpack and walks past you without sparing you another glance. 'Figure it out.'

You watch him with your eyes as he exits the classroom, a mix of irritation and amusement bubbling in your chest.

You tighten the lollipop between your fingers and make a smile spread across your lips, and you can’t wait for the next class to torment and tease Park Sunghoon, the hybrid rabbit.

The condominium where you lived was perfect for you: close enough to the university to make it there on time even if you stayed out late, but far enough to avoid the chaos of the campus. Plus, the best shops and cafes in the city were just a few steps away, making it easy to satisfy your sudden cravings for something sweet or an iced coffee.

That afternoon, with a mountain of bags in your hands and zero desire to climb four flights of stairs, you called the elevator. You were about to relax against the wall when, just a second before the doors closed, a shoe got wedged between them, forcing them to reopen.

And, of course, it was Sunghoon.

He was wearing a basketball tank top, the lightweight fabric clinging to his body still damp with sweat, exposing sculpted biceps and hinting at the perfect chest you could just barely see underneath the fabric. The basketball shorts revealed his muscular legs, and his tail flicked slightly behind him, betraying a restlessness his face didn’t show.

As soon as he saw you, he rolled his eyes as if the universe was out to get him. He didn’t say anything, just took a bottle of water to his lips, drinking in large sips as his Adam’s apple bobbed up and down.

And damn, even that made him look incredibly attractive.

You stayed silent for a few seconds, watching him as his throat worked, water droplets sliding down his sharp jawline. Then he turned to you, absentmindedly licking his lower lip before giving you an annoying smirk.

'What’s up, princess? Did the lollipop go down the wrong way?'

Instead of answering his provocation, you tilted your head to the side, looking at him with a sly smile. “Since we live on the same floor, why don’t we study together? We could help each other out.”

Sunghoon chuckled softly, slowly capping his water bottle. 'I don’t think so.'

“And why not?” You crossed your arms, your tone deliberately mischievous.

He took a step closer, filling the space between you with his warm, slightly electric presence. He looked down at you, then took a deep breath, as if evaluating something.

'I don’t like your smell.'

You stiffened for a second, his low and direct voice hitting you harder than you expected. You stared at him, confused. “What?”

Sunghoon ran a hand through his damp hair, shaking his head slightly.

'It’s not that you stink. It’s just that… my hybrid self doesn’t find you attractive and can’t stand the scent and perfume your human skin gives off.'

You stared at him, surprised by how brutally he said it. You’d never been rejected like that in your life. You almost felt shocked by the slight discomfort that pricked at your stomach.

But you’d never let him see it. So you smiled, a venomous and cheeky grin. “What a shame, Sunghoon. I, on the other hand, find your scent very interesting.” You took a step closer, your strawberry and cream scent filling the space between you. “Maybe you should try getting to know me better before you speak.”

He snorted, but for a second—just a second—you saw his fingers twitch slightly. And in that moment, his tail flicked again, though he did everything to keep it still.

The elevator dinged as it stopped, but Sunghoon didn’t move right away. He looked at you with that gaze that always seemed to judge you, always guarded as if you were an annoying waste of time.

'So you like my scent, huh?' he repeated, his voice laced with sharp sarcasm. 'I have to admit, it’s the first time I’ve heard a girl say she likes the smell of post-workout sweat.'

He took a step closer, tilting his head slightly as he looked you up and down. 'Or maybe you’re just one of those who likes to be with hybrids because it’s cool, hm?'

This time, you were the one to snort. “Are you always this full of yourself?” You crossed your arms, lifting your chin challengingly. “I’m just telling you that hybrids smell different from humans. I didn’t say I wanted to roll around in your sweat, Sunghoon.”

He smirked, that signature asshole expression on his face. 'Too bad. I thought you were one of those weird girls who like hybrid pheromones.'

You stepped out of the elevator with a sigh, but instead of letting him go, you planted yourself right in front of him in the hallway.

unghoon looked down at you, and for a moment, the contrast between your height and his seemed to amuse him. Then, though, he switched back to “asshole mode.” 'Don’t block the way, princess. I need to go shower.'

But you planted yourself in front of him, and maybe you shouldn’t have started this conversation.

“I did some research on rabbit hybrids.”

You immediately saw his expression change, as if he was already bracing himself for the nonsense you were about to say. 'Should I be honored?'

You ignored his sarcasm and pressed on. “I discovered a lot of interesting things. For example… rabbit hybrids have a different kind of heat than other hybrids. It’s not just once a year like for some predators… no, their cycle is much more frequent. Depending on the individual, it can happen multiple times in just a few months. A real hassle, right?”

Sunghoon stayed still, but you noticed how his jaw tightened slightly.

You smiled and continued. “Ah, and then there’s the knot.”

This time, you saw him stiffen.

“I’ve never quite understood the mechanism,” you continued, feigning innocence. “But, during heat, a rabbit hybrid has a physiological response that… locks them to their partner for a while. It’s for reproduction, right?”

Sunghoon stared at you, his eyes slits. Then, slowly, his lip curled into a disdainful grin.

'And is this your twisted way of telling me you want to fuck me?'

You hesitated for just a moment but recovered in an instant.

“No, it’s my twisted way of letting you know that I know things about you that maybe even other humans don’t.”

He chuckled softly, his tail swishing slightly behind him as if the whole conversation entertained him. 'And did you find anything else in your research, little detective?'

“Yes.” You placed a hand on your hip, tilting your head. “Like how rabbit hybrids enjoy physical contact. It’s not an instinctual thing like it is for canines, it’s more psychological. They love being touched, caressed, bitten…” You paused to enjoy the look on his face. “But only when they truly trust the girl or ‘mate’ that’s theirs.”

Sunghoon snorted. 'Oh yeah? And where did you find this information, on a blog for girls obsessed with hybrids?'

“No, scientific studies. Oh, and one more thing… rabbit hybrids are territorial.”

This time, you saw him grip his water bottle tighter. He was listening, even though he pretended not to care.

“They don’t like sharing what they consider ‘theirs.’ Whether it’s space, objects… or people.”

Sunghoon burst out laughing, a low, mocking sound. 'And what do you want to prove with all this pseudo-science? That you’re an expert on me?'

You shrugged. “I’m just saying that the more I watch you, the more I understand things about you.”

He took a step closer, and this time, his expression shifted slightly. He was still cocky, but there was something sharper behind it.

'And if I told you that my hybrid self doesn’t find you interesting?'

You stopped for a moment, then looked at him with a dangerous smile. “Then why don’t you stop staring at me?”

Sunghoon licked his lower lip and chuckled quietly. Then he walked past you, giving you a light shove as he headed for his door.

'Instead of wasting time with your stalker research, you should study economics.'

“Oh, really? My highest grade was 75, so if we studied together, you could give me some tips.” You said, stepping closer to him.

Sunghoon glanced over his shoulder, the smile still painted on his lips. 'I’d rather get caught in a rabbit trap.'

And with that, he slammed the door to his room behind him. Fine. If he wanted to play, you were more than willing to join in.

That morning, you walked into class before the bell rang, a dark expression on your face and your usual nervous tic kicking in: tapping your foot against the floor. You were furious.

Some bastard had stolen your favorite strawberry and cream lollipop from the café downstairs, leaving you with only the watermelon ones. Sure, they were good, but they weren’t the same. The taste was too fresh, too light, missing that perfect balance of sweetness and creaminess you adored.

You sat down at your usual spot, right next to Sunghoon, and continued to sulk, distractedly twirling the lollipop between your lips.

When he walked in and saw your funeral face, that familiar mischievous smile appeared on his lips. He dropped into his chair with that predator-like grace of his, one arm resting on the desk and the other idly playing with a pen.

'What tragedy happened, princess? Did they ruin your manicure?'

You shot him a withering look and kept sucking on the lollipop with a frown.

Sunghoon tilted his head, studying you. Then he leaned in a bit, sniffing the air with that hybrid instinct of his and letting out a soft laugh.

'Watermelon?' He raised an eyebrow, his tone mocking. 'Finally, a more decent scent compared to that horrible strawberry and cream.'

You snapped your head toward him, dramatically pointing the lollipop stick at his face.

“Don’t you ever say that again.” Your voice was thick with indignation. “The strawberry and cream lollipop is the best, the king of all sweets. This”—you waved the watermelon lollipop in front of him—“is just a sad replacement.”

He chuckled, leaning back in his chair with that typical smug attitude. 'Oh really? Then why aren’t you eating it with your usual enthusiasm? Don’t tell me they ran out at the café.'

Your pout deepened. “Of course, they ran out. Someone bought them all, and there won’t be more until next week.”

He whistled low, amused. 'Well, look at that. There must be someone with your terrible taste.'

You crossed your arms and shot him a dirty look. “It’s a crime against humanity. If I find out who did this…”

You had no idea that Sunghoon had at least twenty strawberry and cream lollipops in his backpack. He bought them all just to piss you off. He loved seeing you like this, with that fire in your eyes and the pout on your lips. It was way too fun.

But he decided to push things a little further.

'You know, I really don’t get all this obsession…' he said nonchalantly, leaning forward.

And before you could even realize what was happening, his lips closed around your lollipop.

Your eyes went wide.

Slowly, with a bold and far too sensual move, Sunghoon sucked on the sweet, letting it slide between his lips in a languid motion. The stick was still between your fingers, but the sugary part was now wrapped in the warmth of his mouth.

His tail flicked slightly behind him, almost involuntarily. His ears, usually standing high and still, turned a light pink, and for just a moment, his cheeks… they warmed up.

Then you heard a low sound, almost a grunt.

You froze.

You had read about this in that scientific blog on rabbit hybrids. That sound… meant he was experiencing pleasure.

You stared at him, stunned.

Sunghoon licked his lower lip as he released the lollipop, looking at you with a smug grin.

'You know, maybe strawberry and cream isn’t so bad after all.'

You couldn’t say anything for a moment, too focused on the image you’d just seen. The way his lips had closed around the sweet, the slight tremor of his ears, that guttural sound he tried to suppress…

Damn.

It was the sexiest thing you had ever seen.

The professor began the lesson, and Sunghoon immediately got to work, filling his notebook with notes with an almost unsettling precision. He seemed like a machine, his gaze fixed on the board, the pen moving across the page without hesitation.

You, on the other hand, were less… efficient.

You tried to keep up, really, but some concepts slipped through your fingers like sand. And then there was him. Always composed, always perfect, always… infuriatingly capable.

Absentmindedly, you chewed on the stick of your now-empty lollipop while writing, trying to solve an exercise. When the professor wrote the correct answer on the board, you glanced down at your notebook and noticed the difference.

Damn it.

You huffed, crossing your arms in frustration. You weren’t stupid, in fact, but some mistakes drove you crazy. How could you be in the advanced course if you kept making these stupid errors?

A shadow moved next to you.

'You’ve swapped these two numbers,' a low, confident voice murmured.

You turned and found Sunghoon leaning over you, a finger pointing at the error in your notebook. His tone was authoritative, almost nerdishly precise, but the way he moved closer… too close… almost made you forget his cheeky attitude.

You shot him a sideways glance, frowning.

“Oh. Right.”

'Mh.' He nodded, then returned to his notes without saying anything more.

But you weren’t the type to be discouraged. You tried another exercise under his watchful gaze, this time focusing to avoid making stupid mistakes. Yet, when you finished and checked…

Wrong again.

Once more, the final calculation didn’t match the one written on the board.

You sighed in exasperation, running a hand through your hair. Without even realizing you were speaking aloud, you muttered:

“How the hell did I get into this advanced course if I keep making these stupid mistakes?”

Sunghoon turned toward you with a smirk.

'Good question, princess.'

You shot him a death stare, ready to snap back, but then, with a lower and almost amused tone, he added:

'If you want to avoid embarrassing yourself during the exams, you can study with me.'

You stared at him, surprised. Did he just… invite you to study together?

But before you could answer, he stood up, casually stuffing his notebook into his bag with far too much-studied calm.

'But only if you can shut up and focus,' he added, his voice thick with challenge.

You followed Sunghoon without even noticing that some of the other students were calling out to you. The world around you seemed blurry, the background noise nothing more than an indistinct hum, and then, without thinking too much, your hand instinctively grabbed his arm.

It was an instinctive hold, almost an innocent gesture. Yet, Sunghoon’s body reacted immediately. His ears perked up, and his tail began to flick in a barely noticeable motion as if his body was torn between surprise and something else.

He looked down at you, his dark eyes veiled with something hard to decipher. Curiosity? Annoyance? Interest?

But his gaze was also sharp as if the contact had unintentionally put him on alert. You looked up at him and, without pulling your hand away, asked with a hint of defiance:

“Are you messing with me?”

He raised an eyebrow, his usual cocky attitude intact. 'I don’t like to joke.'

You pressed your lips together slightly, still skeptical. “So… we’re studying together?”

He sighed, turning his face slightly to hide the faint smile tugging at his lips. 'If you don’t want to fail miserably at the course, I guess, I don’t have a choice.'

You nodded, satisfied. “Perfect. Can I come over to your place this afternoon?”

Sunghoon stiffened for a moment; then he made a face and turned to you with a slightly annoyed expression. 'NO.'

You froze. “No?”

'NO.' His nose scrunched slightly as if he were smelling something unpleasant. “I don’t like your scent.”

The comment hit you harder than you expected, and you pulled away slightly, trying not to show the slight discomfort it caused. He didn’t like your scent? You showered every day, wore a nice perfume, and your skin always smelled like strawberries and cream. No one had ever complained—quite the opposite—but then you remembered.

Sunghoon wasn’t human. He was a hybrid. And hybrids had different needs. Different sensitivities.

You looked at him with slightly furrowed brows. “What does that mean? That I’d invade your territory?”

He nodded as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. 'Exactly.'

You made a dramatic expression, clutching your heart as if he had just stabbed you. “Oh no! How will I ever survive? I, poor human, rejected by your sacred kingdom!”

Sunghoon rolled his eyes. 'Would you stop being so theatrical?'

"NO."

He sighed, running a hand through his hair. 'I’ll come to your place at five. First, I need to go to the gym.'

You looked at him, surprised. “OH.” Then you nodded, trying not to look too pleased. “Alright then.”

Sunghoon shifted slightly, and your hands slid away from him.

As he walked away, not looking back, you heard him grunt softly.

A grunt of pleasure, and your eyes widened.

He’d just told you he didn’t like your scent. And yet… his body had reacted to your touch.

When Sunghoon entered your room, he immediately sensed something was off.

The scent of strawberries and cream, the one he hated to admit he adored, was weaker, covered by the sweet, enveloping fragrance of vanilla. He wrinkled his nose, his ears twitching slightly, and his tail flicked behind him.

It was irritating—irritating because he liked your scent, irritating because he liked it too much, irritating because he knew exactly what it meant for a hybrid like him.

He watched you as you casually fixed your hair, your solitary princess-like air, your clothes always just a little too short, a little too tight, and your sweet but cheeky smile that made him so damn frustrated.

Why did you always have to be so annoying?

Why did you always have to be so damn attractive?

He slumped down onto your desk chair with a bored expression, but his eyes didn’t miss a single detail of your figure.

Your pink cardigan covered a light tank top that moved slightly with each breath you took, the short skirt revealing your smooth thighs…

'Tsk.' He shook his head. 'This room is exactly what I expected… Too much like a spoiled little girl’s.'

You raised an eyebrow, hands on your hips. “What do you mean, ‘too much like a spoiled little girl’?”

He allowed himself a sarcastic grin. 'White and pink everywhere, a scent that smells like it came straight out of a bakery… It’s like you’re trying to seduce someone with just the smell.'

You stepped closer with an innocent smile. “It’s not my fault hybrids have such sensitive noses.”

The way you said it, with that sweet, innocent voice, made him clench his jaw.

There was something unbearable about you, and it wasn’t just your popular princess attitude, it was the way you knew exactly how to make him want to put you in your place.

And the way, damn it, every single part of your body seemed made to be touched, held, bitten—Damn it, he had to get a grip.

'By the way,' he muttered, looking away and crossing his arms, 'that vanilla candle isn’t doing much to cover your scent.'

You stopped, surprised. “What do you mean?”

He sighed. 'I mean your scent is everywhere. It’s not just on your skin, it’s in here, soaked into the air, the bed, the clothes… probably even the carpet.'

You bit your lip, as if considering something, and he immediately looked down at it, cursing himself.

It was soft, too soft, and he wanted to take it between his teeth and—

No, stop. You flashed him a sly smile. “Are you sure you don’t like my scent, then?”

Sunghoon shot you a sharp look, his tail flicking slightly. 'Are you sure you want to play with me, princess?'

Your smile grew even more provocative. “Maybe.”

He leaned slightly forward, his eyes dropping to your lips, to your hands playing with your skirt, as if you were unaware of how much of your thighs you were exposing.

Asshole or not, he was still a guy, a hybrid with amplified senses.

And your body was speaking louder than you thought. It was maddening, it was irritating, you were excited.

Sunghoon shook himself out of those thoughts and ran a hand through his hair, looking annoyed. 'Look, instead of wasting time flirting, how about we try solving these exercises?'

You looked at him with sweet eyes, but the cheekiness never left your expression. “Flirting? Me?”

'Oh, don’t play innocent.' He chuckled with a tight-lipped smile. 'You know what? Let’s make it a game.'

Curious, you tilted your head. “A game?”

'Yes.' He relaxed in the chair, crossing his arms behind his head, his tone becoming more provocative. 'If you solve three problems out of five, I’ll give you a gift.'

Your eyes lit up instantly. “A gift? What kind of gift?”

He leaned slightly forward, coming closer to your face. 'You’ll only find out if you win.'

Sunghoon shot you a sharp glance as you focused on his notes. 'Repeat the concepts out loud. Clearly, without mistakes.'

You rolled your eyes but obeyed.

After a solid half-hour of reading, processing, and understanding, he nodded in approval. 'Good. Now put it into practice. Solve these problems, identify the right concept, and calculate.'

You bit your lip as you picked up the pen and started writing. Sunghoon sat beside you, arms crossed, eyes locked onto your movements. Every time you made a mistake, he corrected you with a firm voice—almost too authoritative.

And that entertained you way too much.

“Are you always this strict?” you asked with a teasing smile, resting your chin on your hand as you looked at him playfully.

He didn’t even flinch. 'Are you always this distracted?' he shot back with a sarcastic smirk.

“No, it’s just that your voice is so deep and commanding that I find it hard to concentrate.” Your tone was deliberately sultry, and you loved the way his ears twitched slightly in response.

Sunghoon threw you a piercing look. 'Stop playing and finish the problems.'

You bit your lip to hide a smile as you returned to writing, but his unwavering stare made it difficult to focus.

More than an hour later, you sighed and stretched with a small, satisfied hum before handing him the papers. You leaned in a little closer, resting your arm against his, barely brushing against him.

Sunghoon gritted his teeth.

“What?” you asked with a mischievous grin.

'Go sit somewhere else. I need to correct these.'

You huffed but, feigning innocence, curled up on your bed. Sunghoon’s eyes flickered to your exposed thighs for a split second before returning to your exercises.

You watched him as he corrected them—his tense jaw, his large hands gripping the pen with confidence. He was handsome. Too handsome for your good.

And as you watched, your mind started to wander.

To how it would feel to kiss him.

To how it would feel to brush your fingers over his ears while his lips trailed down your neck.

To how his hands would feel on your body.

To how it would feel to have him inside you, his knot swelling as he filled you.

To how his breath would hitch as he sank deeper, to how it would feel to have him push until you lost your mind.

To how he would look above you—naked, his ears lowered, his sculpted chest glistening with sweat as his dark eyes devoured you.

You clutched your stuffed bunny tighter against your chest, letting out an involuntary sigh.

And you didn’t immediately realize that Sunghoon had finished grading your exercises. When you finally looked up, he was standing right in front of you.

His tail was flicking rapidly, almost uncontrollably.

His ears were lowered, and his eyes were fixed on you.

'What the hell were you just thinking about?' he murmured in a low, almost dangerous voice.

And the way he looked at you only made you want to push his buttons even more. You swallowed and shifted onto your knees on the bed, trying to appear natural, even as you felt your cheeks heat up.

“Well?” you asked, trying to steer the conversation away from whatever he had just implied. “How did I do on the exercises?”

Sunghoon crossed his arms, his dark, piercing gaze never leaving you. 'I asked you a question first.'

You bit your lip and looked away. Damn it. He had noticed everything.

He smirked, his tail giving a small flick—a sign that he was enjoying this. 'Why are you blushing, princess?' His tone was teasing, but there was something else in his eyes.

You shook your head, trying to deny it, but his gaze dropped to your legs. He noticed how you had instinctively pressed them together and scoffed. 'Tsk. So it’s true.'

Heat exploded in your chest.

'You were thinking dirty thoughts about me,' he continued, his voice almost amused, 'while hugging a damn bunny plushie.'

His eyes flicked to the stuffed animal still in your arms.

You clutched it tighter against your chest on reflex. “This bunny has a name!” you shot back, desperately trying to change the subject.

'Oh yeah?' He leaned down, effortlessly snatching the plushie from your arms. 'What’s its name?'

“Mochi…” you mumbled, crossing your arms with a pout.

Sunghoon rolled his eyes, inspecting the plush with a raised brow. 'Mochi, huh?' Then, after a brief moment, he tossed it carelessly beside you. With his usual authoritative tone, he pressed on, 'Now, tell me exactly what you were thinking'

You knew that if you kept denying it, he wouldn’t let it go. He wasn’t the type to back down. And honestly… you enjoyed playing with him.

So, with a shameless smile and a sweet voice, you tilted your head. “I was thinking about you.”

Sunghoon raised an eyebrow but remained silent, waiting for you to continue.

“About what it would be like to kiss you.”

His ears twitched slightly.

“To run my fingers over your ears while you kissed my neck.”

His tail gave a small, sharp flick, and his gaze darkened.

“To feel your hands on me…” Your voice dropped lower, deliberately sultry. “And to feel you inside me.”

For a moment, a thick silence filled the room. Sunghoon remained completely still, his jaw clenching as he stared at you with hungry eyes.

Then, he let out a small scoff, shaking his head with an incredulous smirk. 'You’re completely insane.'

“You asked,” you replied innocently, batting your lashes.

He studied you for another moment before reaching into his backpack.

He pulled out a strawberry and cream lollipop.

Your eyes lit up instantly as he unwrapped it slowly, deliberately teasing you.

'You got three exercises right,' he said, his voice slightly softer as he stepped a little closer. 'And a good student deserves a reward.'

He handed you the candy, and without thinking twice, you brought it to your lips and took it between your teeth, savoring the sweet taste you loved so much but you didn't even have time to really enjoy it before Sunghoon’s fingers rested under your chin, lifting your face towards him.

Your eyes widened slightly when his low, almost hoarse voice ordered you:

'Suck on it. And look at me.'

His eyes were fixed on yours, dark and intense. For the first time, despite his arrogance and the fact that he was being a complete jerk, you noticed something different in his gaze.

Was it sweetness? Only for a second, because his dark eyes were glued to your lips every time you sucked on the lollipop. Your tongue slowly gathered the sugary sweetness, and he felt an annoying heat spread across his chest. His tail, which until then had been moving in a measured rhythm, started to move faster behind him, a clear sign of his growing restlessness.

He gritted his teeth, trying to suppress the growl that escaped his lips. Why the hell were you having this effect on him? Why did you insist on looking at him with those innocent eyes while doing anything but innocent things?

Suddenly, without warning, he grabbed your wrist and pressed the lollipop against his lips. His teeth sank into the candy with a soft crack, breaking it. The sugar melted on his tongue, the sweet taste filled his mouth... and he growled quietly, almost amused.

Then, without giving you time to react, he lowered himself onto you and kissed you with overwhelming force.

His lips were warm, and confident. The kiss was a mixture of sweetness and dominance, as if he was trying to punish you for every thought you'd dared to have about him.

You let out a surprised moan, and when he heard it, his tail stiffened for a moment before starting to move even more agitatedly.

You, of course, couldn’t miss the opportunity to tease him. Pulling away just slightly from his lips, you whispered with a mischievous smile:

“Wasn’t it you who said you hated the taste of strawberry and cream?”

Sunghoon looked at you, his chest rising and falling slightly from his irregular breathing, then clenched his jaw. Without saying a word, he grabbed you again and kissed you with even more intensity, as if he wanted to erase that cheeky smile from your lips.

You, amused, slipped your fingers into his dark, soft hair, gripping it slightly, and pulled him even closer to you. You could feel the heat of his body through your clothes, feel his muscles tense beneath your hands, smell the slightly wild scent of his skin blending with your vanilla and sugar scent.

Eventually, Sunghoon pulled away from you with a heavy breath, his eyes darker than ever.

''You’re impossible,' he murmured, lowering his gaze to your flushed lips.

“And you’re a liar,” you replied with a little smile, slowly licking your lower lip, still covered in sugar.

Sunghoon growled softly, his tail twitching in an involuntary jerk. Then, almost as a punishment, he gently pushed you against your pillows and lowered his head to your neck.

His warm breath grazed your skin, and then you felt his lips brush against you with agonizing slowness. One kiss, then another, then a soft bite on your delicate skin.

'You shouldn’t have thought those things about me,' he whispered against your neck, his voice a mixture of amusement and danger.

You shivered, but you certainly had no intention of backing down.

“You shouldn’t have listened to my thoughts, then.”

Sunghoon smiled against your skin, his low, deep laugh making you vibrate slightly beneath him. Then he lifted himself just enough to look at you with those sharp eyes, full of something you still couldn’t quite decipher.

'You drive me crazy, every day.'

You chuckled softly, your fingers still in his soft gray ears. You felt them twitch slightly under your touch, and when you gently squeezed them between your fingers, Sunghoon growled and a low moan escaped his lips. The sound sent a shiver down your spine.

'You’re playing with fire, you know that?' he murmured against your lips, his voice deep and hoarse with desire.

“Mh, I know,” you replied with a sweet smile, kissing him again.

His hands settled on your hips with a firm, almost possessive grip, and you could feel his tail thrashing frantically behind him. The kiss grew more intense, and hungrier, and you melted into his arms. Then, without thinking too much, you took his hand and placed it under your skirt.

Sunghoon stiffened instantly, his ears flattened backward, and his eyes darkened. The low growl that escaped him vibrated between you two.'“I don’t want to hurt you,' he whispered, with a sincerity that made you melt.

You smiled softly, biting your lip.

“You won’t.” He sighed heavily, his gaze burning as his fingers barely moved against your warm skin.

'You know too well that I could.' You tilted your head and gently brushed your fingers against his cheek, looking at him sweetly.

“Actually, I’ve studied a bit more about rabbit hybrids…”

At those words, Sunghoon raised an eyebrow and crossed his arms over his chest, briefly returning to the cheeky and authoritative guy he usually was.

'Oh, really? And what did you discover about me this time?'

You hesitated for a moment, then, with a bit of shyness, you asked him:

“Are you in heat?”

Sunghoon stared at you for a moment before bursting out laughing, a deep, incredibly sexy sound.

'If I were in heat, trust me, I wouldn’t be here talking to you so calmly. I’d already jumped on you.'

You sighed theatrically, placing a hand on your chest.

“Phew! Thank goodness, I wouldn’t know how to handle you if you were in heat too... you’re already hard enough to handle normally.”

He growled quietly and grabbed you by the waist, pushing you back under him.

'Oh, sweetheart... and I thought you liked me precisely because I’m hard to handle.'

His mouth found your neck, and between one kiss and a soft bite, he asked with a low and intriguing voice:

'So, what else have you discovered about me?'

You blushed slightly, your hands still in his soft ears.

“Well… I read that rabbit hybrids are very territorial, that they can become a little obsessive with those they’re interested in... and that when they find someone they truly want, they won’t let go.”

Sunghoon raised his head, his eyes gleaming with something dangerous.

'Mh… true,' he whispered with a mischievous smile. 'And what else?'

You hesitated, then murmured:

“That... that rabbit hybrids have a knot, and that... when they want to claim someone, they don’t stop until they’re completely satisfied.”

Sunghoon licked his lips, his eyes locked on yours, then lowered his head near your ear.

'Sweetheart…' he whispered with a grin against your skin. 'If you keep talking like that, I’ll end up showing you exactly how true the things you’ve read are.'

“I read… I read other things about rabbit hybrids too.”

Sunghoon raised an eyebrow, amused by your hesitant tone. His fingers absentmindedly brushed your bare thigh without pushing further.

'Mh… like what?' he asked, his deep voice still nibbling gently at your neck, leaving little red marks on your skin.

You swallowed, trying to keep your voice steady.

“I read that... rabbit hybrids have a lot of stamina. Much more than humans.”

He smiled against your skin.

'True,' he murmured. 'We could go on all night without a problem…'

He teased you, and you felt the heat rise in your body. But it wasn’t over.

“And I also read that... when a rabbit hybrid is with the partner they’ve chosen, they become much more affectionate. That they need constant contact, hugs, and cuddles, even in the most ordinary moments.”

Sunghoon stopped kissing you for a moment and propped himself up on his elbow, looking at you with a sly smile.

'Oh, so you want to know what I’d be like if I were your boyfriend?'

You nodded, biting your lower lip a little.

“I read that rabbit hybrids can’t stand being away from the person they want. That when they get attached, they become a little... obsessive.”

He chuckled, and his gaze grew darker.

'So, are you implying that I’d be obsessed with you?'

You shrugged with a little smile.

“Maybe, yes?” Sunghoon shook his head, laughing softly.

“For now, I’m enjoying torturing you too much.”

He pricked your hip and you laughed, but immediately held your breath when you felt his fingers slide a little higher, under your skirt. He lowered his head and went back to suck on your neck, while his hand grazed the inside of your thighs, rising more and more.

"I also read..." you began, but your breath became shorter when the tips of his fingers touched the thin fabric of your panties.

'Mh? Continue, I'm curious.' he said with a smirk, without stopping.

"I read that the knot of a rabbit hybrid can last a long time and that when you're in heat, it can be swollen for hours." Sunghoon giggled his mouth still on your neck, and gave you a little bite.

'Mh... Interesting. Want to know how long it would normally last? Nod, blushing.

'Depend.' he whispered, his voice lower and velvety.

'But in the heat, I couldn't stop until I was sure I'd filled you up several times.'

A shiver ran through your back, and without even noticing, your legs tightened slightly. Sunghoon immediately noticed him and giggled, sliding his hand against your intimacy still covered in cloth.

'Are you wet already, sweetie?' he whispered, his fingers gently stroking the damp cloth. You swallowed and he lifted his face, looking at you with a mischievous grin.

'What color are they?' You blushed even more and looked down.

"I'm not telling you." Sunghoon laughed quietly and shook his head.

'Mh... then I guess.' he said, approaching your ear.

'Pale Rose ... with a nice white bow in the center.'

Your breath froze and he looked you in the eye, amused. 'Did I guess?' You nodded softly, biting your lip, and he smiled smugly.

'I knew you were the cute panties girl.' he muttered, sliding even closer, making you feel all the warmth of his body.

'You drive me crazy day after day, you know?' Sunghoon watched you from above, his breathing slightly heavier as his hands slid confidently down your thighs. His rabbit ears barely moved, attentive to your every sigh, while his tail swayed with a slow, almost hypnotic rhythm.

'Tomorrow if you put on this skirt again everyone will see my bites,' he whispered, his voice low and slightly hoarse, with a satisfied grin. His fingers traced invisible paths on your skin, leaving chills everywhere. 'Maybe you should think twice before challenging me like this.' You groaned slowly, biting your lip, trying not to give him the satisfaction of seeing how much that phrase of hers had affected you.

"Oh? What if I did it on purpose?" you teased him with an innocent smile, which you knew would drive him crazy. Sunghoon growled softly, a deep, throaty sound that made his chest vibrate against yours. His dark, intense eyes shone with something predatory as he bent over you, his lips brushing against your neck.

'You're such a problem,' he muttered against your skin, leaving you a wet kiss before sucking hard, etching a dark mark right where he knew it would be hard to cover. His smile widened as he watched him contentedly, and then he looked at you with a more serious expression, his tone suddenly deeper.

'Do you want it?' he asked, his hand gently caressing you, in contrast to his voice charged with desire and warning. 'Because if I do... you will never go back.' There was something wild about him at that moment, something primal that made you want to provoke him again, but also to give him everything. You nodded, biting your lip, and his eyes darkened even more. Sunghoon giggled softly, his fingers slid higher, exploring, skimming, and then stopped right where you wanted most. He leaned over you, his mouth next to your ear as his warm breath tickled your skin. 'You're already so wet,' he whispered, the tone smug, almost mocking. 'And I didn't even really touch you.' You felt burned with embarrassment, but at the same time, you could not hold back a small moan when his fingers barely touched you, tracing lazy, provocative movements.

'Who knows how long you'd last with my knot,' he continued, laughing slightly as he played with you, watching your every reaction.

'As normal I could keep you tied up for quite a while... but what if I'm in heat?' he paused, letting the idea hit you, and then came even closer, his lips barely against yours.

'It could last a lot.' Swallow, feeling your body reacts to his words in a way you knew he had noticed. Sunghoon smiled against your skin, his satisfaction evident. 'Tell me, princess,' she continued, her voice like dark velvet. 'Are you sure you can handle me?'

Your bed looked smaller with Sunghoon above you. Or maybe it was he who seemed bigger to you, his warm body touching yours, his ears moving imperceptibly as he listened to your every breath.

'I can't believe you made me come here...' he muttered, his voice a breath against your skin. 'And for what? To see you blush and tremble like that?' The smile that curved his lips was the perfect expression of his character: mischievous, amused, but also dangerously sweet. He looked at you as if you were the most interesting game he had ever found. You tried to gather some courage, to respond with the same confident tone that he used to use with you. "Maybe you're shaking, Hoon."

You saw him raise an eyebrow. 'Oh? Are you trying to tease me?' Your body had a little gasp when a finger of his entered your pussy already completely excited. He was slow, maddening as if he had all the time in the world. 'How cute...' he whispered, tilting her head to the side.

'But do you know what the problem is, Y/n' He lowered his face until he touched your ear, his voice so low and velvety that it made you shudder. 'You're playing with a rabbit hybrid. And we never lose.' His ears moved, picking up how your breathing had broken, how your heartbeat had become faster. He laughed quietly.

'You feel it too, don't you? The way your body responds to me without me even having to strain.' The finger that was dent of you began to pump it faster and faster with more determination. A little groan eluded you, and Sunghoon bit his lip. 'Mm ... already so sensitive? But I didn't even start, baby.'

You felt like you were being blown away by the way he called you. "Stop making fun of me..." you muttered, but your voice had no conviction.

'Oh, no, no, no...' Sunghoon shook his head, an amused smile on his lips. 'See, I can't do that. It's too much fun watching you fight against something you know you can't win.' he teased your clitoris and without telling you anything he let another finger into your vaginal folds and grinned at the sight of how soaked and how you were taking them well, and when your body reacted immediately, his laugh was almost smug. 'See? It's useless. Your body is already begging me.' Frustration made you clench your fists on the sheets.

"H-Hoon..."

'Mmmh?' His tone was playful, but his eyes were dark, hungry.

'Tell me, love. What would you like?' Love. The way the word had slipped out of his lips gave you chills. There was something in the way he said it, in the sweetness contrasting with his possessive touch, that drove you crazy. And Sunghoon knew it. Oh, how much he knew.

"V-I want..." you tried to talk, but he interrupted you.

'Do you want me to continue? Want to hear more? Or do you want me to slowly drive you crazy until you are no longer able to think about anything but me?' Your body responded before your mind. You clung to his shoulders, your breath now broken. Sunghoon tilted his head, pleased. 'Oh, baby ... you've already lost, you know that, right?' He was made for this. To perceive you. To understand you more than you yourself could do. His fingers moved inside you with maddening slowness, yet the pressure and depth were perfect. You felt completely in his power, your body responding to him in ways that even you couldn't control. Sunghoon looked at you, his eyes dark and deep, as his chest rose and fell with irregular breaths.

'God, Y/n' Look how you're squeezing around my fingers.' His ears moved frantically, picking up your every broken breath, every slightest sound that escaped from your lips. Every time you moaned, every time your body trembled under his touch, Sunghoon felt something inside him light up more and more. The hybrid inside him wanted more. But he had to be cautious. When you asked him to study together that morning, his instincts leaped joy. Spending time with you, smelling your scent more closely ... was all she wanted. But then you said those innocent words, without even imagining the devastating effect they would have on him.

"Can I come to you, then?" Sunghoon had almost lost control at the time. Nope. It was his immediate response, dry, almost too harsh. But the truth was that he could not allow it. If you had walked into his room, your smell would have soaked everywhere, in his pillows, in his sheets, on his clothes. And with his hybrid heat starting to show... that would be the end for him. It was better to test the soil in your room. And now there you are, in your bed, your body under his, his fingers sinking into you with incredible precision, as if he knew exactly what to do to freak you out.

'Do you like it that way?' he asked with a hoarse whisper, his mouth a few millimeters from yours.

'Do you like it when I touch you like this, when I make you feel all mine?'

You couldn't even answer. You just tightened the sheets with force, the body starting to shake under him. Sunghoon immediately noticed.

His smile widened as he slowed down the pace a bit, making you almost whine in need. 'Wait, wait ... don't tell me that...' His fingers moved deeper, slower but more intense, and your body twitched involuntarily.

'Are you coming?' his voice was a mixture of fun and pure lust. You nodded faintly, your face red with embarrassment. "S-Yes ... continue, please..."

'Oh, sweetie...' he sighed, lowering himself to nibble at your earlobe.

'You don't even have to ask me.' And then you heard it. His thumb slid over your clit, tracing slow, torturing circles. A small cry escaped from your lips, and Sunghoon groaned softly at that sound. 'So sensitive...' he whispered.

'What if I did this?' He pressed lightly, pinching gently, and your body instantly strained, the tension within you now untenable.

'Come for me, Y/N.' His voice was an order disguised as a supplication. 'Just for me.' And as if he had turned on a switch inside you, the pleasure exploded into an electric shock that made you arch your back against him, a broken groan that filled the room. Sunghoon watched you intently as your body trembled under his touch, his irregular breathing as he tried to contain his desire. His fingers moved a couple more times, slowly bringing you down from the apex, and then he retreated, looking at you with a smile full of satisfaction.

'Beautiful...' he muttered, his dark eyes fixed on yours. 'And only for me.' He ducked down to lay a light kiss on your cheek, a surprisingly sweet gesture, almost at odds with the fire still burning in his eyes.

You tried to catch your breath, your legs still shaking but Sunghoon... he didn't seem at all willing to give you a break. You felt his warm breath on your thighs as his hands held you wide open, immobilizing you under his weight. And then his tongue-hot, wet, relentless—slid down your still throbbing flesh. A desperate groan escaped from your lips. "H-Hoon ... what are you doing?!" He laughed softly, his mouth still pressed against you.

'What a stupid question, baby.' His ears moved frantically as if picking up every little sound you made.

'I'm just enjoying my favorite meal.' He licked you again, deeper this time, and you gasped, trying to pull away. But there was no escape. His hands pressed on your thighs with more force, keeping you well open for him. 'Don't you dare run away.' His voice dropped an octave, turning into a barely noticeable growl.

'I'm still eating.' A shiver ran through your back. You had never seen Sunghoon like that—so wild, so obsessed.

'God, your smell...' he sighed, pushing his face even deeper between your legs.

'You have no idea how crazy it makes me.' His tongue slid into you without warning you felt that he slightly sucked your beautiful swollen and sensitive clit, you screamed, your hands clinging to the sheets as your body arched under him. "S-Sunghoon!" He groaned at you, the sound deep and animalistic.

'So tight... so hot...' he licked her lips, collecting every drop of your excitement. 'I want to hear you tremble for me again.'

"N-No... it's too much!" you tried to protest, your body still sensitive from the first orgasm. "I can't take it anymore!"

Sunghoon paused for a moment, looking up at you. His smile was lethal. 'Oh, sweetie...' He sighed with false compassion, slowly running two fingers over your opening. 'Don't tell me lies.' And then he mercilessly shoved his finger inside again and a broken sob escaped you as your body instantly welcomed him, wetter than you would have liked to admit. Sunghoon laughed softly.

'See?' he licked her lower lip, her dark eyes shining with pure lust.

'Your body is begging me for more' He increased the rhythm of his fingers, moving them inside you with frightening precision. Every shot was aimed, deep, perfect. "A-Wait ... Sunghoon!"

You writhe under him, trying to escape from that too-intense pleasure. But his hands held you motionless, his fingers faster and faster, more and more impatient.

'Wait?' He laughed with mockery. 'Why should I? Look how you already take me so well.' Then she ducked again, and her mouth closed on your clit. A scream escaped from your lips, tears stinging at your eyes from too much intensity. 'Shhh...' Sunghoon barely looked up, his warm breath on your sensitive skin. 'Don't whine, Y/N. I know you can give me another one.'

You shook your head hard. "N-no...I can't..." His smile widened dangerously.

'Oh? Can't you?' And without waiting for an answer, he added a third finger. "A-Ah! No ... it's too much!" Sunghoon groaned softly, the sound guttural and animalistic.

'No, honey. It's perfect.' He lowered his face until he touched your ear, his fingers continuing to move mercilessly. 'I must spread you well ...'

he whispered, his voice slipping like poison on your skin. 'You have to be ready to take everything. Because I want to tie you'

Your body froze. He immediately heard it and laughed quietly. 'Oh, yes...' His fingers moved deeper, his thumb lazily playing with your most sensitive point. 'I want to feel your body tighten around my knot. And trust me, baby...' He lifted slightly, his eyes burning with desire as he looked down on you. 'Once it is inside you, you can no longer escape.'

And with that last promise, he sank even deeper, determined to shape you perfectly for himself. Your body was completely surrendered to him, every breath was a moan, every movement an uncontrolled tremor while Sunghoon was lost in the pleasure of devouring you. His fingers were inside you again, long, dexterous, hungry. Each thrust was deeper, more precise, more cruel. And his tongue—that damn tongue-didn't stop, gliding over your most sensitive point with manic dedication.

"S-Sunghoon ... I ..." you stammered, your voice broken with pleasure. He laughed softly, sounding dirty and satisfied against your sensitive skin. 'Oh? You want to tell me something, bunny girl?' You hated Him when he called you that. No, it wasn't. You loved it. His ears barely moved, picking up every little sound you made as his fingers moved faster.

'Mh? Are you so close yet? What a good girl..' His tone was a sweet poison, made to melt you completely. You bit your lip, shame mixed with excitement that made your blood boil. "Yes ... s-I'm coming..."

Sunghoon groaned softly, the sound guttural and animalistic. 'Say it in my language.'

A shiver ran through your back. "C-What...?" He smiled at you, and without warning, closed his lips around your clit and sucked. You screamed, your head throwing back between the sheets.

'Say it.' His voice was low, an order. 'Tell me you're coming, in my language.' You weren't sure you could speak, your head clouded with the pleasure that was overwhelming you. But when his fingers folded into you in the right place, the words escaped from your lips before you even knew it.

"H-Hoon ... s-I'm going to s-squirt..." He groaned at you, his tongue pressing harder as his fingers continued their incessant rhythm.

'Yes ... so, sweetie. Combine a nice mess for me on my tongue.' Another accurate blow, another stronger sucking and the dam broke.

"A-Ah! H-Hoon!" Your body buckled violently, your hands clasping desperately to the pink sheets as the pleasure overwhelmed you with devastating power. The warm, transparent liquid slipped on his fingers, wetting the bed under you. Sunghoon paused for a second, looking with dark, bright eyes at the result of his work. Then she licked her lips, collecting every drop she could with her tongue.

'Look what a mess you made, good girl' His voice was low, dirty, full of pride. 'And to think that you pretend to be innocent.' He teased you, his crooked and dangerous smile as he stared at you from above.

'Did you like to dirty your pink cot?' Redness bursts on your face.

"I ... I'm a good girl!" you protested, your voice weak. Sunghoon raised an eyebrow, amused.

'Oh? Are you sure?' His finger crept back into you, slow and deep, as if he wanted to punish you for lying. 'Because your body says the opposite.' You looked at him with shiny eyes, his breathing still irregular. You couldn't stand his satisfied look. So, without thinking, you reached out and grabbed his ears. Sunghoon grunted and made a low, deep, animalistic sound, directly against your clitoris. The vibration jolted you, and before you could stop, the pleasure hit you again, ripping off a second orgasm with a force that left you breathless. Sunghoon laughed quietly, satisfied, as he watched you tremble beneath him.

"N-It wasn't written in the blog..." you gasped, trying to regain control of your voice, "...that the rabbit hybrids were so obsessed with getting their companions to come."

Sunghoon froze for a moment, his ears rising carefully. Then he burst out laughing softly, the sound deep and satisfied. 'Oh, sweetie...' His tail darted with amusement, touching your sensitive skin as his gaze grew even more predatory.

'Are you suggesting that your stupid blogs know more than I do?' He teased you, his tone charged with mischief.

'You're really adorable.' He lowered his face, slowly biting your earlobe before whispering to you in a low, defiant voice: 'Should I show you how little you know about rabbit hybrids?' A shiver ran down your back, but your gaze slipped unwittingly lower, right on him. And when your eyes rested on his sweatpants and the noticeable length he pressed against the fabric, you felt your breath break. It was ... big.

Much more than you expected. And your body reacted before you could even stop. Your instinct told you to take off those pants, to find out what they were hiding, to satisfy the feverish curiosity that had just run over you. But your sweetest and timid side tried to resist. Sunghoon, however, already knew you too well.

'Mh? What is that look?' His voice was full of fun.

'You want something?' You felt yourself burning with embarrassment, but his defiant tone made you grit your teeth. You liked to tease him, you loved to challenge him, play with his limits, and provoke him until you saw his self-control crumble. So, without saying anything, you reached out and grabbed the edge of his suit. Sunghoon raised an eyebrow, surprised. 'Oh? Look who takes the initiative...' You ignored him, biting your lip to hide a smile, and with a slow and intentional movement, you lowered both his pants and Boer There was a moment of silence.

Then your eyes opened wide. His cock jumped out, slamming against her abs with a slight bounce. It was long. Long, slightly pinkish, crossed by prominent veins that made it look even more imposing. A drop of pearl liquid was already dripping from the tip, a sign of his excitement that had accumulated to the limit. And for the first time, it was Sunghoon who seemed slightly embarrassed. He ran his hand through the black tufts, looking away for a moment, and his ears drooped slightly. His cheeks turned an imperceptible pink.

He popped his tongue, his jaw clenched. 'What the hell are you looking at me like that?'

"Are you ashamed, Hoon?" You teased him, your voice sweet and sparkling, swinging your feet slightly in the air as if nothing had happened. Sunghoon snorted, immediately returning to his usual confident expression.

'Stop talking nonsense.' But his tail betrayed him. He fidgeted nervously, brushing at you several times as if he could not stand still. You laughed quietly, but your fun was short-lived because a second later, Sunghoon grabbed your chin with two fingers and forced you to look at him. His gaze was dark, his smile dangerous.

'Teasing a hybrid is never a good idea and now...' Its tail slowly wrapped around your thigh, almost immobilizing you. 'Let's see if you can keep that swaggering look when I make you mine for real.' And with a sharp movement, he pushed you back against the bed, his hungry eyes chained to yours. His cock grazed your entrance, sliding along your already wet folds, provoking you with slow, deliberate movements. Sunghoon watched you from above, his body stretched above you, his ears barely moving, catching your every little breath. But when he spoke, his voice sounded more authoritarian than usual.

'Do you take the anti-hybrid pill?' His tone was peremptory, almost threatening. Nod quickly, cheeks on fire.

"S-Yes ... I'll take it..." Sunghoon squinted, his tail moved impatiently, touching your thigh. "So ..." His smile slowly widened.

'Are you telling me you really want it?' You felt your legs tremble.

Your breath was short, almost a whisper. "I want it." Sunghoon lowered his face until he touched your ear, his voice so low it made you shudder. 'You want it inside of you, huh?' He slowly licked the lobe of your ear, the heat of his breath driving you crazy. 'Do you want to be filled? Knotted to me?'

A shiver ran through your back. "Yes, Sunghoon..." you moaned, your body almost begging under his and with a last look that walked you from top to bottom, pushed into you with a single decisive movement.

A scream escaped from your lips. The pleasure mixed with an overwhelming feeling of fullness. It was too much. Too big. Too deep. Sunghoon grunted, his breath broken as he immobilized for a moment inside you.

'Damn... you're so tight...' His ears drooped for a moment, his instinct torn between the need to give you time to adjust and that of fucking you mercilessly.

'Are you all right?' he asked, his voice slightly softer. You reeled, trying to regain control of your body.

"S-Yes... it's just that..." You clutched the sheets, and your belly contracted around its length. "D-I have to get used to it..." Sunghoon snorted softly, his hands grasping your hips forcefully.

'Of course, you must." Then he pulled back slightly, and his tip grazed your entrance, making you shudder.

'Tell me when you want me to move.' His tone was a mixture of control and perversion. He left you a minimum of choice, but his body vibrated with the desire to take you as his instinct screamed at him to do. Your fingers clasped against his arms. "Move..." you gasped. "M-Move more ... please..."

A dark flash ran through his eyes. 'Whatever you want, sweetie.' And he began to move, slowly, at first. Pushing in and out with measured movements, making you feel every inch of its length, each lunge was deep, almost designed to make you lose your head but then, your body took over. "Hoon..." you groaned softly, fingers clinging to his shoulders. "P-Faster..." His ears strained, he stopped suddenly.

'What did you say?' His tone was dangerously amused, and your cheeks burned, but by now it was too late to go back.

"I want you ... faster..." you stammered, your breath broken. Sunghoon raised an eyebrow, his smile grew sharper and in that instant, his instincts took over. Her body lowered on you, her hands grabbed you with more force, his eyes darkened with pure lust and then she began to fuck you for real, no more slow and controlled movements.

Only fast, deep, animalistic thrusts. The bed creaked under you, the pink sheets now crumpled. His every lunge hit a point inside you that made you scream with pleasure and his ears moved furiously, his tail trembled. He was in the throes of his instincts.

'Ask and it will be given to you, mh?' he gasped with a grin, bending over you to sink his teeth into your neck, marking you with his bite.

'Look how your body is reduced, all tense for my cock.' His hot breath drove you crazy. 'You like it, huh? Do you feel good getting fucked like this by a rabbit?'

You couldn't answer that. You could only moan, huddling around him. Then, suddenly, you felt something change. An overwhelming heat pervaded you, starting from the belly and radiating throughout the body. Your breathing became even more labored, and your body trembled.

"A-Ah ... H-Hoon...!" you stammered, your brain on fire. Sunghoon laughed softly, his gaze predatory.

'Oh? Are you feeling hot?' He knew very well what was happening.

'Finally your body reacts as it should.' You felt his cock throbbing inside you and then, you felt it. The knot began to swell, expanding inside you, preparing to tie you to him, you stammered that it was too much, but also such a beautiful feeling as Hoon continued to fuck you. Your poor vaginal lips sucked him all the time, and you lost so much excitement that he teased you, pulled his ears, your legs squeezed him even more to you, and you kissed him while he put his hand on your stomach.

'Feel how well you take my cock... how my knot is filling you.' His whisper was full of possession, of animalistic desire.

'Sooner or later the knot will break and you will carry beautiful hybrids on your lap.' You nod amid the broken moans, the pleasure too intense to answer with real words.

'H-Hoonie...I'm coming ... ” Sunghoon smiled perversely, lowering one hand to tease your clit with her fingers.

'Come for me. Show me how much you like being mine.' A choked scream escaped from your lips as the pleasure exploded inside you, completely overwhelming you. You made a mess over his length and on the sheets, while Sunghoon bit his lip at feeling you squeeze so hard around him.

'Oh, yeah, I'll fill you up.' With a throaty groan, he knotted completely at you letting his excitement fill you.

He stood motionless for a moment, breathing heavily, savoring every second they were still tied up. When it finally melted inside you retreated slowly.

'Look what a disaster you made.' Then he kissed you sweetly, letting you recover in his arms.

'I really think that from now on we will always study in your room!'

Then, without saying anything, he smoothly moved out of bed and bent down to pick up his shirt. He naturally slipped it on you, carefully covering you, as if wanting to mark the territory on you in that way too.

'Don't move,' he ordered in a tone that did not admit replicas before quickly getting dressed. You followed him with your gaze as he left the room for a few minutes, and when he returned with a damp cloth in his hands, you stared at him with an amused air.

"Look who takes care of me. Are you sure you're the Sunghoon I know?" you provoked him with a smirk. He slightly curled his nose and grunted softly – a deep, almost imperceptible sound typical of his hybrid instinct. He glanced sternly at you as he passed the cloth over your skin gently. 'It's the least a guy should do,' he replied with simplicity as if it were obvious.

After finishing, he slipped back into the bed next to you and, without thinking about it, wrapped you with his body, clutching you possessively against his chest. Its tail barely moved, touching your thigh, while its rabbit ears leaned forward slightly, attentive to your every breath. For a while, he remained silent, carelessly stroking your side. Then you felt his grip tighten slightly.

"What is it?" you asked him quietly, taking his hand between yours. Sunghoon hesitated. You could feel it. It was as if he was struggling with something inside himself. Eventually, his breathing became heavier.

'I'm scared,' he admitted.

You stiffen. "Of what?" He looked down, his ears bent back slightly.

'Of myself.' You watched him carefully, waiting for him to continue.

'With you I checked myself,' he confessed in a low voice.

'But my heat is approaching. I don't know how I'll react when it happens. And I'm afraid to show you everything about me.'

His tail moved nervously behind him, as if unsure how to express how he felt. For a moment, he seemed almost vulnerable. You approached him and, with a sweetness that even he did not expect, you let your lips touch the little ones on his face.

"I want to see every part of you, Sunghoon," you whispered against his skin. "I'm sure you won't hurt me."

He shuddered slightly at your touch, his body tense for a single moment before relaxing again. He looked you in the eye, and something inside him snapped, he wanted you but it was not just desire. It was something deeper. Something he had never experienced before. He ran his tongue over his lips, almost nervously, and then, with a half-smile, tilted his head. 'When we are in public, however, I want you to continue to treat me as usual.'

"Obviously. I can't ruin your image as a cynical, fake bad boy and nerdy boy!" He giggled, shaking his head.

'So you like bad boy and at the same time nerdy boy?' You shook your head, amused.

"You are not a bad boy, You're just a little gruff and authoritarian." Sunghoon sighed, but inside he felt a different warmth than usual. It wasn't just about attraction. He liked you. Really. And this frightened him more than any incoming heat and he knew that in the coming weeks it would come...

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[starrihan]

Jake Hard Thought!

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He’s been lapping at your cunt for hours now, hair tousled from your constant pulling on it and glasses foggy and crooked, a result of his own need to eat you out.

“J-Jake… I don’t t-think I can t-take it anymore!”

Legs closing in on his head as he brings you to your seventh orgasm in a row, his jaw tireless as he continues to make out with your pussy.

“One more baby… just give me one… more…”

His hand rests on your lower half to stop you from pulling away from him. You couldn’t tell if he was really strong or if you were really weak and tired from the constant orgasms. He’s quick yet gentle, the perfect mix between teasing and straight pleasure. Your body tries to arch, now eighth orgasm crashing through your body. You’re not sure how much you have left in you at this point, cunt aching, both for more and out of overstimulation. He lifts his head up slowly from between your legs, mouth and chin glistening with your juices, a lazy smile plastered on his face.

“You can do one more, right?”

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[heeseungsbm]

thinking about fuck buddy heeseung... (>ᴗ•)

₊˚⊹❥𝓹airing❥: heeseung x female reader

𝒶/𝓃: i just turned 19 so here's a gift from me to you!! ᥫ᭡

heeseung has alot of girls on his dick. i mean look at him, its no secret. but when it comes to you? despite the loose terms of your relations, he wants you to be his and his only. and he makes sure to fuck you good so that he can stay on your mind somehow. he's a sweet guy, but he'll still choke you from behind, slap your ass red, and make you scream that it's his pussy when it's time. marking your neck and breasts with hickies is one way he likes to express his possession and ownership over you. however, fucking him has one, permanent condition. he'd want his name tattooed somewhere on your body to prove your devotion to him, specifically on your underboob, lower hip, or behind your ear. something cute and dainty that he can kiss forever♡

fuck buddy heeseung is somewhat romantic and thoughtful. he can't help his gentleman nature, especially since you're giving him something as sacred as your body. he'll never put dick in your stomach if food hasn't been in it for a while. he'd cook you a filling bowl of his delicious signature ramen, or take you out to grab a bite just to make sure you've ate at least something beforehand. he also likes to surprise you with small gifts every once in a while; short, skimpy dresses that he'll take off with his teeth later, custom jewelry, designer shoes, and whatever pretty thongs he think will look good on you when you're face down ass up. ;) it makes him feel good when you wear what he buys you, and clearly other guys will see that someone is treating you to nice things.

fuck buddy heeseung likes to take a couple shots before having sex. not overly drunk, but pleasurably tipsy, to where his proper, shy demeanor completely disappears, and all he can think about is ripping your clothes off and unzipping his pants to put his dick in you. he gets really touchy and overly horny, and it's hard not to resist a giggly, messy-haired, flushed heeseung who's begging for sex with his voice hoarse from liquor. even better for you, he's the nastiest when he's drunk. the sex gets really wild, and loud. his kisses are more slow and sloppy, his thrusts into you get hard, desperate and forceful. there's a sweet spot where he lasts longer, and he'll make you cum over and over, because he gets liquid courage to try all the kinky things he wouldn't normally do sober.

fuck buddy heeseung loves to make sex tapes with you. you're just too pretty to not be on camera, he says. of course only when you let him, it's a guilty pleasure of his to record your sinful nights together so he can play them back when you're apart. don't get him wrong, cumming to your nudes and having phone sex is great since you two do it so often, but it just isn't enough for him sometimes. he needs visual stimulation. footage is a way for him to relive it, to watch you take him from all the positions he bends you into, the faces you make when he finds that spot deep inside you, your moans for him so loud and pornographic. filming gives heeseung an unexplainable sense of control over your body, and he wants to be in control of how good you get to feel. he loves ordering you around, and telling you what nasty things to say to the camera for him to cum to later.

because you're so pretty, blowjob povs when you're on your knees are a must for heeseung. the flash of his phone nearly blinds you as you gag and deepthroat his dick, sucking him off until he spills loads of his hot cum in your mouth. he likes his head sloppy and messy. he wants you to look up at him when you do it, with drool all over your chin, choking with your mouth full of his dick while he uses your throat. when he does decide to cum on your face he makes sure to snap a shot of that too, there are numerous pictures of you smiling with his release dripping down your cheeks and smothered across your lips in his hidden album. pornhub will never compare as long as heeseung has you, you're his personal pornstar who he can train to do whatever. [ ◉¯] ༘ ⋆｡˚

foreplay is mandatory for your fuck buddy heeseung. its not about getting you wet enough to fuck, it's about getting you so horny to the point you're audibly begging him to. he always wants you to want it just as much, if not more than him. heeseung loves to kiss, it's his favorite way to turn you on because he does it so well. fucking or not, he needs in it during everything. makeout sessions with him can quickly escalate from slow and sensual, to heated and intense, a breathless game of rough tongue clashing and lip sucking while he rubs your wet pussy in your panties (˶ ˘ ³˘)ˆᵕ ˆ˶)

you two don't always have to have sex when he comes over, a long session of tongue kissing and dry humping with you straddling him on his lap is just as pleasurable. heeseung LOOOOVES dry humping, and its the best feeling in the world; his warm tongue exploring yours while you moan into each others mouths, his hands carefully guiding your hips to grind your sensitive clothed pussy against his throbbing boner in his pants until you both cum, leaving the both of you embarassingly sticky in your underwear.

heeseung never ate pussy before you, but only you can give him sexual urges to try new things. he enjoys how easily he can please you with just his mouth, and he sees how much it relieves your stress. he'll randomly ask if he can, even if his members are home. if the door to his room is locked, he's most likely eating the life out your pussy while you're covering your mouth, trying your best to suppress your moans. its the least you two can attempt quietly aside from him fingering you until you squirt all over his sheets. he could give you head for hours if you let him, but you always tap out from being so sensitive after cumming on his lips multiple times. his lips feel too good on your pussy. they're so soft and peck your clit so delicately, and he knows exactly how your hole likes to be fucked with his skilled tongue.

fuck buddy heeseung loves cum play ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ he'll only cum inside you if you give him permission, because he understands the risk. theres something intimate about seeing his white ropes of cum splattered wherever he finishes on your skin, and it drives him crazy when you play with it. he'll ask you to rub your pussy with your fingers after he makes a mess all over it, and finger fuck your pussy to fill it yourself with his cum. he likes when you hold his cum in your mouth and spit it back onto his tip, or smear it on your nipples. he's not a fan of you swallowing, he wants to see it linger on your tongue or come out of your mouth for his viewing pleasure.

heeseung loves to take you in any position, but he absolutely loves missionary. being able to watching himself go in and out of you and watching your pussy cream his cock white is like a reward. he likes to test your flexibility, his hands tightly gripping around the back of your knees, pushing your legs as far as they can go while he pounds your needy pussy. "look at you making a mess for me, baby. so creamy." he'd praise you with a proud smile, aiming his spit at the collision and using his thumb to slowly rub your clit.

cowgirl is his other favorite— yours too before you get tired of riding. it's the position you feel him the deepest inside you, and heeseung looks so fucking hot when he's in his mode, his hair messy and damp, face and neck glistening with sweat, the way he licks his lips and stares at you with eyes of pure lust. he tries his best to be as visually expressive as possible so you know how good you feel. he loves watching your tits jiggle in his face when you bounce up and down his cock, he'll slap and grip one in his hand while the other is being sucked in his mouth. his eyes never look off of you and watches you come undone on his dick. he gets petty, like making you spell his name outloud if he notices your breath becoming short, and his hand will wrap tightly around your throat if he catches your eyes wandering off of him. the slapping sound of skin mixed with your struggling screams keep him hard for long enough to go round after round, and you always make the stickiest mess down his balls :)

everyone knows gamers are great with their fingers, and it's how heeseung spends most of his free time; twiddling them on his nintendo or one of many keyboards. but it comes so in handy when you're next to him watching him game, he'll sneak his way into your pants somehow to play with your pussy. you leak arousal so easily from his simple touch. his hands are clever and dexterous, he finds your clit so effortlessly without looking, and the muscle memory from his xbox controller help his thumb rub the most eye-rolling circles on the bundle of nerves. his middle and index fingers are skilled, they make perfect curls up into your pussy. he loves to brutally nudge at your gspot until your legs shake and you leave his hand messy with your cum, which he never hesitates to lick clean. you never thought you could miss someone's fingers so much, but his are one of a kind ♡

fuck buddy heeseung is very reliable. he replies to your texts scarily fast and will come see you no matter how late it is, no matter the weather. you call him and he'll come running, that's just how much he needs it. you're the same way when you get his 2am "wyd rn?" text, you don't care if it makes you look desperate, your body physically craves the pleasure he gives you. each time you fuck is always better than the last.

heeseung has trouble sleeping alone at night, sometimes he wants something to hold other than his pillow. he always spends the night after he fucks you, or he'll ask you to stay over and sleep with him. he's a big teddy bear, he'll hold you close in his arms and rub your back until you both fall asleep. he always wakes up before you, giving you forehead kisses or kissing the back of your neck as you snore in your slumber. he usually wakes up with his dick hard, so he's a huge fan of morning sex. a nasty blowjob and some slow, sensual deep strokes that put you right back to sleep, it's a great way to start his day before he has to leave for work. on his off days though, you'll find him in the kitchen bright and early making breakfast for the two of you <𝟑

heeseung knows he'd be capable of being good boyfriend to you, because you really are a special girl. but with his career and the busy life he currently lives, he's indecisive about wanting a committed relationship. he wouldn't promise you loyalty because he knows he'd eventually break it. he's aware of the alluring effect he has on women, and he knows how he gets when he's horny and you're so far away— all he'll think about in those moments is getting his dick wet by whoever he can get his hands on. nonetheless, he still cares for you, and he knows its hypocritical for him to crash out at the thought of you moaning someone else's name, when meanwhile he does as he pleases on tour. maybe one day he'll make up his mind girl😣

ok the end, delusions over 😍🙏

𝘴𝘶𝘯𝘨𝘩𝘰𝘰𝘯 𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯! 𝘫𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯!

GUYS PLS DONT JUMP MEEE I'M BACK 😭😭😭😭 I will explain my hiatus in a later post! and don't worry, I didn't forget about my inbox, I will answer all my asks this week! i hope you guys like this one just as much as the others💕 this was completely unplanned heeseung has just been making me horny asf lately 😭😭😭😭😭 i will do jungwon sometime soon. lmk your thoughts, stay lovely and kind <3

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[evnseokz]

꒰ ☆ mine to ruin ~ l.hs ꒱

pairing: heeseung x f.reader

contents: inexperienced reader, teacher heeseung, fingering, oral (f), dirty talk, praise kink, corruption kink, pet name baby, i think that’s all

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MINORS DNI

you had always been curious.

the thought of intimacy, of pleasure, of giving yourself to someone—it had lingered in the back of your mind for so long, but you had never acted on it. never let anyone touch you like that.

until heeseung.

he was different. confident, patient, and so incredibly alluring that you couldn’t ignore the pull you felt toward him. maybe it was the way he looked at you, or the way his voice dropped when he spoke about things that made your skin flush.

or maybe it was the fact that he knew—he knew you were inexperienced, untouched, and he reveled in it.

“are you sure about this?” his voice was soft, but the dark glint in his eyes told a different story.

you nodded, swallowing hard. “i want you to teach me.”

a slow smirk curled his lips. “alright, baby. but once we start, i’m not stopping until i’ve had my fill of you.”

your breath hitched as he leaned in, his hands resting on your thighs. his fingers traced soft circles, barely touching, teasing, making you squirm before he even started.

“you have no idea how long i’ve been waiting for this,” he murmured, lips ghosting over your neck. “to be the first one to touch you. to show you everything.”

your thighs clenched together at his words, and he chuckled, feeling the subtle movement.

“you’re already reacting so much,” he mused, sliding a hand between your legs. “so sensitive.”

a soft gasp left your lips as his fingers trailed over your clothed core, applying the lightest pressure. it wasn’t much, but it was enough to make you whimper.

“tell me, baby,” heeseung whispered, lips grazing the shell of your ear. “have you ever touched yourself before?”

you hesitated, heat rushing to your face. “n-not really…”

he groaned. “fuck, you’re driving me crazy.”

with one swift motion, he pushed you back onto the bed, settling between your legs. his fingers worked at the waistband of your shorts, tugging them down along with your panties, leaving you completely bare beneath him.

your heart pounded in your chest as he took in the sight of you, his tongue swiping over his bottom lip.

“you’re so beautiful,” he murmured, running a hand up your thigh. “and you’re all mine to ruin.”

his fingers ghosted over your entrance, just barely dipping in before pulling away, making you whine.

“so eager,” he chuckled. “but i want to hear you say it. tell me what you want.”

you bit your lip, feeling a mix of embarrassment and need. “i… i want you to touch me.”

he smirked, pressing a kiss to your inner thigh. “good girl.”

without another word, he slid a finger inside you, slow and deliberate. your body tensed at the unfamiliar sensation, but the slight discomfort quickly faded into something new—something warm and overwhelming.

“relax, baby,” he soothed, moving his finger in and out, letting you adjust. “you feel so fucking tight.”

a whimper escaped your lips, and he added a second finger, stretching you open. his thumb found your clit, rubbing slow circles that had you gasping.

“that’s it,” he cooed, watching as your body responded to him. “let yourself feel it.”

your hips began to move on their own, chasing the friction of his touch. heeseung groaned at the sight, his fingers curling just right, pressing against that sweet spot that made your back arch.

“fuck, heeseung—”

he smirked. “that’s it, baby. let me hear you.”

his fingers worked faster, his lips trailing down your stomach before he settled between your thighs. you barely had time to process before his tongue replaced his fingers, licking a slow, teasing stripe through your wetness.

a strangled moan left your lips, your hands flying to his hair, fingers twisting in the dark strands as he devoured you.

his tongue flicked over your clit, his fingers still working inside you, and the combination had your entire body trembling.

“you taste so fucking sweet,” he groaned against you, the vibrations sending a shiver down your spine. “you were made for this, baby.”

you were already so close, the unfamiliar pressure building in your core. “heeseung—i think—”

“i know,” he murmured, sucking your clit into his mouth. “let go for me, baby. come for me.”

the moment the words left his mouth, you fell apart. your whole body tensed, pleasure washing over you in waves as you cried out his name.

heeseung didn’t stop, his tongue lapping up everything you gave him, prolonging your high until you were left panting, legs shaking.

heeseung pulled away slowly, his fingers leaving you empty, and you whimpered at the loss. he smirked, wiping his chin with the back of his hand as he looked down at you—completely wrecked, your legs still trembling, your chest rising and falling with uneven breaths.

“you did so well, baby,” he murmured, pressing a soft kiss to your thigh.

your half-lidded eyes met his, and you reached for him, still lost in the haze of pleasure. “heeseung… i want more.”

his smirk deepened, but he shook his head, running a soothing hand over your hip. “i know you’re eager, sweetheart. but this is enough for today’s lesson.”

you pouted, shifting beneath him, but he only chuckled, brushing his fingers over your swollen, overstimulated core just enough to make you jolt.

“see? you’re already so sensitive,” he teased. “i want to take my time with you. make sure you learn everything properly.”

your cheeks burned at his words, and he leaned in, kissing the corner of your lips. “next time, baby,” he whispered. “i’ll teach you even more.”

with that, he pulled you into his arms, letting you rest against his chest as his fingers traced lazy circles over your skin.

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[byshens]

pretty when you cry ⎯⎯ sim jake x fem!reader mdni

warnings unprotected sex (dont!), breeding, riding, use of names ( pretty boy, puppy, darling, good boy ), crying, soft dom! reader, sub! jake, overstimulation, est. relationship. lmk if i missed any!

note i love puppy jake <3. let me know through comments, dms or my ask box if you wish to be tagged to my enhypen taglist! ignore any typos pls .. 💯

requests are open! word count 831

jake was pretty.

everyone who laid eyes on him knew that he was pretty. how his fluffy hair would swoop down over his face, covering his beautiful eyes. how his voice was smooth and could melt your heart.

but to you, he was the prettiest when he was under you. the way he would beg for you, moan for you, whimper for you.

cry for you.

it was a long day and you needed to distract yourself, and what better way to do that than get your boyfriend to help you out?

he was now spread on your shared bed while you were on top of him, his cock deep inside your wet cunt.

“fuck, darling. you fill me up so well,” you softly moaned, your hips slowly grinding on his lap.

jake was a mess already, his hands gripping your hips tightly as he struggled to keep himself still, wanting to be good for you.

noises of pleasure escaped his lips every few seconds, his eyes fluttering up to watch you.

you quickened your pace without warning.

watching how his lips parted with a moan, his eyes moving down to watch how his cock slides in and out of you, the sounds of your wetness filling his mind.

“doing so well for me, such a good boy.” you breathed, your hands going to rest on jake’s chest before you began bouncing on him, his cock getting deeper into you.

“oh god—“ jake whimpered, his nails digging into your skin as he slightly moved his hips upwards into you.

“puppy.” you warned, your tone strict but laced with love. jake whined loud, a rope of “sorry”s leaving his mouth as he laid still once again.

“let me please you, can i?” jake begged.

he loved pleasuring you, he loved making you feel so good your mind went blank, he loved when he can visibly see how well he does.

you thought for a moment before nodding, and within seconds jake was flipping you both over, his cock sipping out in the process.

he whined at the loss of connection before he spread your legs in front of him, positioning himself right back to where he belongs. he pushed himself inside and let out a cry, instantly moving quick.

his thrusts were sloppy, but good. you loved how desperate he gets when he’s with you, how much it shows, the pleasure he gets from just being close to you.

“f-fuck, just like that, puppy.” you moaned.

jake whimpered as his hands went to the sheets beside your head and gripped them, his thrusts now rough, long and deep.

he pulled out almost all the way before slamming back in, a strangled cry leaving his mouth again.

jake always gets drunk on you, drunk on your pussy, drunk on your skin, he just loves you so much.

“more, do it more.” you moaned, watching as jake took your words in, he continued his rhythm, but it was getting too much for him, you could see.

“im close, im so close, please,” he begs, his hips snapping quickly into your cunt, begging to be able to release, to fill you up.

“cum for me, pretty boy.” you pulled him down for a kiss, latching your lips onto his roughly as he whined against them, his hips stuttering before you felt him cum, his hips not stopping.

jake was too far gone in the pleasure now, he needed more. he needed to please you more.

he didnt stop, he pulled away from the kiss and watched as you came with him, how your body was twitching from the release, but he couldn’t stop.

“oh my god.” he whined, his hands moving back to your hips as he positioned himself closer, his hips fucking into you quickly, as quick as he could.

you saw stars, his tip hitting all the spots he needs to and when you looked down, you swore you could see a bulge in your stomach, the outline of his dick.

you were released from your thoughts as you heard a sob, looking up to see jake crying.

you giggled. he was feeling too good, he started to cry.

the wet sounds of his cock fucking into you drove him crazy, he was on a high.

“d-darling, you okay?” you moaned loud, you loved when he cried, how desperately he tries to please you.

“‘s so good,” he cried, already feeling like he needs to release again. “close,” he moaned.

“cum again for me,” you breathed out heavily, your legs twitching from the overstimulation.

jake nodded quickly and gave a few more thrusts before he was filling you again, his hips staying deep inside you as he fell onto your chest, his hips twitching.

“good boy..” you moaned, cumming along with him. you watched him lie there as he was out of breath.

“you did so good, always so pretty when you cry.” you praised, wiping the tears from his cheeks, he blushed.

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[alltheusernamesweretakenwtf]

Oh fuck...

college tutor jake drabble 👅👅 (as a struggling college student i need to be railed by him so bad)

AFTER CLASS! 심재윤

⋆. 𐙚 ̊ NSFW + MDNI! sim jaeyun x fem!reader ⸝⸝⸝ college au, nerd!jake, popular!reader, switch!jake, reverse cowgirl, unprotected sex, failed pull out, mentions contraception and birth control, creampies, dirty talk, slight breeding kink

[notes༚] this is bad. but i am practicing with writing off the cuff pwp again after not writing it for a while so my skills are rusty lol. not proofread, let me know of any mistakes!

There was no way this could actually be happening. Jake had to be dreaming, or hallucinating, or somehow he had slipped into a coma— something, anything that would explain how you were on top of him, but your warm, sweaty skin feels awfully real under his greedy, groping hands.

he can’t stop himself from feeling you up, gabbing and squeezing fat handfuls of your ass as it shakes in his face; he’s been fantasizing about fucking you since he first laid eyes on you, two long years of yearning and being convinced that he would never get to. you were popular, a cheerleader, the life of the party… and he was just some nerd in a few of your classes. You never even looked his way.

Or so he thought.

Not only did you look at him, you approached him, and asked him to tutor you in your shared mathematics class— he was over the moon.

And now you were naked in his lap, textbooks and papers tossed carelessly onto his bedroom floor, sliding your dripping wet cunt up and down the shaft of his fat, throbbing cock. your hand looks so tiny wrapped around him, pretty nails looking so lewd covered in his precum.

“Do you want me to put it in, Jakey?” you look over your shoulder to coo at him sweetly, melodic voice like honeyed venom.

“O-oh, fuck.” Jake whimpers, his thick framed glasses fogging up from how hard he was panting. “Please! Oh my God, please, please—“

You giggle, delighting in how you’ve already fucked him stupid before you’ve even slid it in. “Alright, but you have to promise not to cum inside of me, alright? I’m not on the pill.”

The thought makes his head swirl. That pretty little pussy you keep flashing in his face is better than any porn he’s ever seen, and to see it creamy and leaking his cum? “O-okay…” he agrees unsteadily, not in the slightest bit confident in his pull out skills.

tortorously slowly do you align his tip to your entrance, blunt bulbous cockhead stretching your pussy lips wide apart to dip into your fluttering hole—

And stop. You shoot him an evil little smile, your eyes dark and daring, and you keep your hips completely still.

Jake just can’t take it anymore. He grabs your hips and tugs you backward, roughly sitting you on his cock in one fluid motion. your pussy’s so wet he slides in without resistance, impaling you impossibly deep. He swore he could feel himself knocking against your belly button.

The shriek you let out is ungodly, a beautiful broken cry that makes Jake's cock twitch. The sensation has you clenching down around him, whimpering as you try to adjust to his size.

“s-so fucking big!” you keen, your eyes rolling back in your head and your mouth dropping open into a perfect ‘o’, “s-so— ah!— it’s so deep, Jakey!”

“Shhh.” Jake soothes you, surprisingly strong arms holding you tight and beginning to bounce you up and down on his cock. His hips thrust up to meet you halfway every time, the force sending shockwaves of red hot pleasure through the both of you. Your pussy makes a filthy wet squelching sound every time your hips meet, drenching his lap in your juices. “Shhh, just take it.”

He pounds you relentlessly, his quick, rough pace never stuttering or slowing down. Your pussy feels like heaven, wet gummy walls squeezing around his throbbing cock and sucking him in deeper and deeper, like it was feeling greedy and begging for more.

“F-feels so f-fuckin’ good,” he whimpers, broad chest shaking with his unsteady breath, “I-I— ah, ah, ah! Fffuckk!”

You squeeze around him purposefully, peeking over your shoulder to watch his face as he loses himself in pleasure. His foggy glasses had slid down to the very tip of his broad nose, threatening to fall off.

When his eyes refocus, they meet yours, and the crooked, devious grin that stretches across his face makes your stomach flip.

Without warning his arm shoots up and grabs you by the back of the neck, shoving your face into the mattress. You’re bent completely over on all fours, spread open and immobilized while he jackhammers up into you. “L-love this pussy~” he moans, his words quickly losing meaning with his brains leaking out of his ears.

Your noises are muffled by the blankets, but Jake’s pretty sure they weren’t words anyway— just broken moans and mindless babbling. Your cunt pulsates around him, slick walls molding to every vein and curve, the pleasure of his cockhead bumping against your cervix pulling pathetic little whimpers from his plump lips that grow louder and louder as his ecstasy builds. He’s never felt pleasure quite like this before, so delicious and intense that it was bordering on overstimulating— his orgasm barrels towards him at an alarming speed, a familiar heat coiling deep in his belly far too soon for his liking.

“i-i’m— ngh! Fuck, i’m gonna—“

His climax hits him before he can even the sentence, only able to pull out halfway before ultimately spilling all of his seed inside your pussy. He watches, transfixed, as it begins to leak from your abused little hole, but he can feel your angry glare on him.

“Sorry...” he says, not sounding sorry at all.

“You’re buying me the warning after pill.” You reply grumpily.

[cherryw0n]

NOCTURNA — enhypen

chase atlantic inspired series

each of the seven parts is based on a chase atlantic song that provides the feeling throughout the whole story, taking you on an emotional journey and showing the real raw side of each character's struggles.

CAREFUL, this series contains some sensitive and serious topics. Read at your own risk!

CONTAINS: profanity, drug abuse, drug addiction, mental health problems, family problems, toxic relationships, organized crime, infidelity, smoking, violence, alcohol consumption, explicit sex description

MDNI!

Lee Heeseung — The Walls

pairing: dabbler!heeseung x addict!reader (afab)

synopsis: the world of intoxication and ecstasy was something you never thought could be so enchanting, so tempting. until you went spiraling into it, unable to suppress the inner cravings and strong thirst for something so forbidden but so euphoric.

"Everybody's leaning on the walls,

I don't think they're ready for the fall

Had a little, now she wanting more

Told her that I gotta make some calls"

read here

Park Jay — Moonlight

pairing: downbad!jay x grumpy!reader (afab)

synopsis: having a pain in the ass at your heels all the time was not on your bucket-list for this semester. but still he was chasing you, not giving up even if you said it to his face, every time.

"Busy on the weekend

Caught up in your own small world

Well, I might wanna see it then

Call it hesitation, girl"

read here

Sim Jake — DEVILISH

pairing: toxic!jake x toxic!reader (afab)

synopsis: the relationships was falling apart, no thing could salvage the damage it faced, not when you keep drifting from him every chance you get and he is always up for the payback.

"Devilish, fucking with my guys, yuh

I make sacrifices you make lies up

Heaven lost an angel when I signed up

I might fuck your friend, I made my mind up"

read here

Park Sunghoon — OHMAMI

pairing: druglordsson!sunghoon x frutera!reader (afab)

synopsis: fast and luxurious lifestyle wasn't anything spectacular to sunghoon, and it can't be when he grew up bathing in it's glory. who knew that just by stopping at the random frutería in puerto vallarta would be the moment he spotted his next target, you.

"Ooh, Mami, I got blue molly

I throw Louis V, Supreme on top of Murakami

Bitch, I'm fuckin' styling, yeah

I might say I love her, but I'm lying, yeah-ah-ah"

read here

Kim Sunoo — Tidal Wave

pairing: boyfriendsfriend!sunoo x friendsgirlfriend!reader (afab)

synopsis: he shouldn't be doing this. you shouldn't be doing this. you both can't be doing this, but the tension and connection was something you didn't feel with anyone before, not even with your own boyfriend — but his friend was there to make up for it.

"Throw another stone at a glass house

He might kick my ass if he finds out

I don't wanna share, it's a damn shame

I'll still play it fair, won't drop no names"

read here

Yang Jungwon — Right Here

pairing: desperate!jungwon x done!reader (afab)

synopsis: you were done. done with this empty game of leading on. he was like that, everyone told you that but you didn't listen, only ended up being hurt and feeling like the only right thing you could do was finally walk away, and you did just that. but he was not done yet.

"It's happening again

Well, I don't give a fuck about your friends,

I'm right here"

read here

Nishimura Riki — Numb To The Feeling

pairing: addict!riki x goodgirl!reader (afab)

synopsis: who knew that the accidental encounter in a campus library would be such a turning point in your life. was is destiny? or something else?

"I need you to show me love

'Cause I'm getting numb to the feeling, yeah

I need you to ride me harder when we fuck

'Cause I'm getting numb to the feeling, whoa"

read here

COMING SOON...

! this is all work of fiction. in no way this is a representation of enhypen members nor do I believe this is how they behave in real life or condone these actions!

©cherryw0n

[heesimp]

girl i need another heehoon fic SO BAD!! literally can’t read anything else, i keep coming back omfg. i don’t even know if i like the ship or if i want y/n included but i just know that you’re so good at writing and i must read another part of the heehoon fic😭🙏🙏

jokes aside, i would really love if you could listen to my request and add another part but if you don’t want to it’s completely ok, OF COURSE.

love your works babe, have a great day!💖

I’ve been in the mood to write mxm lately…maybe jayke next?

if you want the video insp then follow my twitter

It’s entirely too hot in Heeseung’s bedroom.

Sunghoon breathes heavily through his nose when he feels his friend’s body above his own, palms planted on either side of his shoulders as he drags his lubed cock against his ass. Heeseung’s big cock fits perfectly between Sunghoon’s ass cheeks that it makes both of them wonder why they hadn’t thought to do this sooner.

Underneath him, Sunghoon’s cock pressed painfully hard between him and the mattress below. No amount of humping could ever release that kind of tension, especially with Heeseung trapping Sunghoon’s body beneath him. The older boy takes his sweet time rubbing up against him and bites his bottom lip as he smirks to himself with his eyes closed in deep, horny pleasure.

Every time Heeseung’s tip brushes Sunghoon’s asshole, he can’t help but let out a quiet whine against the soft mattress beneath him. Heeseung’s hips rut over and over again, wet tip leaking with precum as the lube creates this sticky noise that Sunghoon feels. His ass is so warm from the ongoing friction, but he doesn’t care.

“This feels almost as good as humping our balls together,” Heeseung says once he’s brought his mouth to Sunghoon’s ear. “Remember that? You got on top of me and we rubbed our cocks together until we both came. God, your balls were so fucking big and full of semen. I knew you’d cum hard.”

Sunghoon moans as Heeseung’s warm breath touch the side of his face. He puckers his lips and Heeseung wastes no time pushing himself forward to kiss the younger boy while sliding against his ass harder. His tip catches Sunghoon’s asshole and Heeseung swallows his short moan. He pulls back and adjusts his hips until the head of his cock prods against Sunghoon’s ass.

“You want me here?” Sunghoon pathetically nods. Heeseung puts his hands on Sunghoon’s body and uses him as leverage as he pulls his hips back as if he were going to fuck his friend, but only teases the tip against the wrinkles hole over and over again. Sunghoon whines while Heeseung audibly laughs. “So impatient for my cock. Do you feel how big I am? My dick’s gonna ruin your little fucking hole.”

Heeseung humps Sunghoon faster the more he talks. “You’re gonna make me cum, Hoon. Holy fucking shit, you’re so fucking sexy.” Sunghoon clenched his ass and spreads his legs wider at Heeseung’s appraisal. His balls clench and he readjusts his cock so that it lies between his legs with his tip pointing away to relieve some of the pressure.

“Fuuuuck. No condom, too? What, you only save that shit for girls?” Sunghoon turns his face to look at Heeseung.

“I fuck girls raw.”

Heeseung clenches his ass and thrust harder. “That’s what I like to hear. Pump these pussies full of your cum. They should be thankful.”

“Fuck,” Sunghoon groans.

“I’m close,” Heeseung says with a heavy pant. “You ready? You want my cum?”

“Give it to me. Fucking give it to me.”

Sunghoon does not expect Heeseung to shove all of his cock into his asshole, but the surprise is so welcomed that Sunghoon immediately cums and stains Heeseung’s bedsheets with his mouth wide open in a loud, incredible scream. Meanwhile, Heeseung pushes Sunghoon against the mattress as his cock pumps his load while he throbs, and Sunghoon can only lie there and feel the way Heeseung’s thick ropes make a mess of him.

“Tight.” Heeseung moans with his eyes screwed shut and mouth open. “Your ass is fucking tight. Tighter than the wettest pussy I’ve ever had. Shit shit shit. Sounds so good when you cum, too. Might ruin pussy for me.”

Heeseung is still hard by the time he’s finished cumming and slangs his hips to thrust in and out of Sunghoon again, who moans so deeply that Heeseung nearly feels it in his chest. He chuckles once he starts feeling how wet Sunghoon’s hole got over that last escapade and fucks it back. The wet and sticky sounds forms perfect harmony with Sunghoon’s little moans when Heeseung bends down. Still drilling his cock in and out of Sunghoon’s ass, Heeseung whispers against his ear.

“Let’s watch some porn together next time, hm? Maybe I can fuck your girls while you watch or make them watch as I fuck you. Need to see how perverted you can get.”

[rikiluvrr]

— 𝙉𝙀𝙀𝘿 𝙔𝙊𝙐

☆ nishimura riki x afab!reader

☆ wc: 1.1k

☆ warnings: SMUT(MDNI), cockwarming, teasing, making out, riding.

requested <3

THIS was not what you expected when riki asked you to come over to hangout. you expected cuddling, good food, a movie and maybe some sex. still, things were not as you thought they would be because your loving boyfriend had been playing video games ever since you set foot into his room. ��riikiiii are you done yet?” you whined, kicking your feet up in the air, tired of waiting for him “one more round baby” he mumbled, his fingers still working the controller with immense speed, you couldn’t help but think about how he’d split you open with those same fingers. 

your gaze lingered a little longer, watching him trash-talk into his mic which was an oddly hot sight but god his features. your eyes traced his sharp nose, jawline, plump lips and how his adam’s apple bobbed every time he spoke up. you trailed your eyes further down, his tank top which stuck to his lean figure, the blue-light illuminating his biceps, he’d been working out more for sure, and what had you spiraling the most was the sight of the imprint of his cock, prominent through his grey sweats and that was enough of a reason to have you rubbing your thighs together. 

you silently got up and walked up to riki, careful not to trip over the various chords on the floor as you approached his gaming desk. you threw a leg over his hip and settled onto his lap, nuzzling your head into his neck and peppering kisses to his neck, making him chuckle “slow down baby” he said gently, wrapping an arm around your waist to pull you against him, thinking it was just an innocent moment but quickly realized it was much more when you rolled your hips against him making him hiss. you looked up at him with glossed over eyes, lips parted “fuck baby… not right now just one more round” you huffed but complied anyway. 

—

that one round become two more and now you’d reached your limit. so you took matters into your own hands. you slid off his lap before bending down infront of him and palming his cock, making riki tense up. he covered his mic with one hand and peered down at you “what do you think youre doing?” “shhh…” you shushed him, palming and squeezing him a few more times, making him throw his head back in pleasure, and just as expected his cock started hardening, pressing against his sweats. 

you grinned before jerking his sweatpants and boxers down to his ankles, making his erect cock spring up, hitting his abdomen, earning a quiet groan from him. every single action of yours made riki spiral. he could barely focus on his game, his friends yelling at him for slacking off was nothing but a buzz in his ears. you shimmied out of your shorts and pumped his cock and braced yourself by holding onto his shoulders before slowly sinking down on him,  making riki clench his jaw as his hold on the controller tightened.

you wanted to see how long it would take before he’d crack and give in so instead of moving, you wrapped your hands around his waist and nuzzled into him. riki could barely focus on his game, he felt the way his cock pulsed inside of you, the way you momentarily clenched around him making him twitch. fuck. “mm… keep playing baby” you teased, knowing he’s barely holding himself back.  

riki’s breath comes out ragged as you subtly ground against him at a slow, teasing pace before giggling.”yo, riki, are you good?” one of his friends asked, making riki glare at you while you looked up at him with a smirk. yeah, all good. let's just start the next round.” he shifted his eyes to the screen, his jaw tight with constraint, making you bite back a laugh at his struggle.

riki was distracted, that was obvious, but clearly not stopping and you couldn't wait any longer, your neediness taking up your mind so you did what you had to do. you started moving your hips slowly, letting out a quiet moan at the full feeling. riki jerked slightly, pushing deeper into you, making you bite his shoulder to muffle your moan. his grip on the controller tightened as he tried to focus on the game ahead. throughout the match, riki made a half-hearted attempt to play, his mind was wandering and his restraint slipping by the minute and the moment he lost the match, he yanked his headphones off and tossed his controller aside before running a hand through his hair and letting out a troubled sigh while you watched in amusement, waiting for his next actions. 

riki held onto your hips tightly, thrusting into you, making you both moan loudly. you gripped his shoulders and sped up the pace while riki left hot-wet kisses on your neck, sinking his teeth onto a spot he know would have you spiraling. you whimpered as you slid up and down his cock, wet slick making it easier to glide. you were getting close and riki could tell from the way your movements were getting sloppier and so thrusted up into you, wiping you out of your trance and making you moan loudly “yeah baby… let me hear you” he whispered, holding onto your waist as he thrusted into you at a rhythmic pace and soon enough you fell apart as you came all over his cock, making you moan. riki clenched his teeth as he thrusted into you a couple more times, but a little more rapidly as to chase his high as he shot thick ropes of cum deep into your walls to the point where you could feel him filling you up. 

riki looked down at where the two of you were connected and watched as your cum mixed with his dripped down his cock “fuck…” he groaned. 

the room was filled with the faint hum of the game menu’s music but the only sound that mattered was the quiet, uneven breaths and the slow rise and fall of your chests. you draped your arms around his waist and rested your head on his shoulder, shuddering from the aftershock “you really couldn’t wait hm” he teased, tapping his fingers on your waist, you smiled into his shoulder nuzzling further “i thought you might end up getting sucked into the screen at some point. couldn’t have that happening to my boyfriend hm?” you teased making him scoff  “so.. will you let me finish my game now?” “mmm… i don’t know i kinda like having all your attention” you whispered, hugging him tighter. he placed a chaste kiss to your hair “you’ll always have my attention baby” he mumbled, caressing your waist soothingly.

☆ xiao's notes: a little something while i work on more requests (and some of my own works)

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☆ courtside

☆ best part

☆ messy

[yena-enha]

𝐓𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐡 - 𝐏𝐒𝐇

Warning - Rough sex, dom/sub dynamics, spanking, degradation, choking, possessiveness, obsessive behavior, bruising, unsafe sex, car sex, power play, primal aggression, toxic relationship dynamics.

Note - MDNI (MINORS DO NOT INTERACT), Interact At Your Own Risk, NSFW Content

Genre - Smut, Dark Romance, Rivalry, Angst

Pairing - Top IllegalRacer!Sunghoon × Top IllegalRacer!FemReader

Inspiration - Teeth By 5SOS

Word Count - 1.8k words

The underground racing scene was a beast of its own—dark, chaotic, and thrumming with danger. The air reeked of gasoline and burning rubber, the roar of engines so deafening it rattled the pavement beneath your feet.

And in the heart of it all, you stood across from Park Sunghoon.

Your rival. Your obsession. The only one who had ever come close to matching you on the streets.

His gaze was razor-sharp, cutting through the thick tension between you. “Think you can actually beat me tonight, sweetheart?” he taunted, voice dripping with smug confidence.

You scoffed, arms crossed over your chest as you leaned against your car. “Please. Try to keep up.”

Sunghoon’s smirk widened, but his eyes burned with something darker—something dangerous.

The countdown began. The crowd roared.

Three… Two… One…

Engines screamed as you both launched forward, tearing through the streets, weaving between traffic like you were untouchable. The race was too close—too intense. Sunghoon’s car clung to yours, neither of you willing to back down, both of you pushing past every limit.

Then—

A sharp turn. A split-second miscalculation.

Your tires screeched as your car skidded violently, stopping mere inches from a barricade.

Your heart slammed against your ribs, adrenaline surging as you fumbled to rip off your seatbelt—only for your door to be wrenched open.

Sunghoon was there.

His grip was bruising as he dragged you out, shoving you against the car with a force that stole your breath. His jaw was tight, eyes blazing—furious, feral.

“What the fuck were you thinking?” he bit out, his voice raw with anger.

You met his glare, breathless. “I had it under control.”

“The hell you did.” His fingers locked around your wrists, pinning them above your head, his body pressing flush against yours. “You could’ve fucking died.”

Something electric crackled between you—sharp, intoxicating. His breathing was ragged, chest rising and falling in sync with yours.

Then he kissed you.

It wasn’t soft. It wasn’t sweet.

It was raw. Punishing. Teeth clashing, lips bruising, tongues battling for dominance.

Sunghoon growled into your mouth, biting down on your bottom lip before yanking your head back by your hair. “You like playing reckless, huh?” he rasped. “Let’s see if you can handle me.”

His hands were rough, yanking your jacket off and tossing it aside. He didn’t hesitate—fingers working the buttons of your jeans, dragging them down with force.

“You want this?” he asked, his voice edged with the control he was barely holding onto.

Your pulse thundered, every nerve in your body on fire. “Yes.”

That was all he needed.

Sunghoon spun you around, pressing your front against the hood of your car. One hand pushed between your shoulder blades, keeping you in place, while the other slipped between your legs.

“Already so fucking wet for me,” he muttered, sliding his fingers through your slick folds before shoving two inside without warning.

A gasp tore from your throat, but he didn’t let up. His fingers pumped into you relentlessly, curling just right, his thumb flicking over your clit in sharp, teasing strokes.

“You love this, don’t you?” he growled against your ear. “Being bent over like this. Being fucked like you belong to me.”

A moan spilled from your lips as you tried to grind back against his hand, but his grip on your hip was unforgiving.

“Stay still,” he ordered, voice dark with authority.

Then he pulled his fingers out, shoving them past your lips. “Suck.”

You obeyed. Tasted yourself on his skin, your eyes locked onto his as he watched you with something possessive, something primal.

Then—the sharp crack of his palm against your ass.

You gasped.

“Count,” he commanded.

“One.”

Another slap. Harder.

“Two.”

By the third, your legs were trembling, heat coiling low in your stomach.

Then—without warning—he pushed inside you, burying himself to the hilt in one sharp thrust.

“Fuck,” he groaned, his head dropping against your shoulder. “You’re so goddamn tight.”

You barely had time to adjust before he set a brutal pace, slamming into you with deep, punishing thrusts. The car rocked with the force, the sounds of skin slapping and your breathless moans filling the night air.

Sunghoon was relentless. One hand fisted in your hair, yanking your head back, forcing you to feel every inch of him stretching you open.

“This what you needed, baby?” he growled. “To be fucked into submission?”

You couldn’t speak—could only whimper as he pounded into you, each thrust harder, deeper, staking his claim.

“Say it,” he demanded, voice thick with dominance.

“Yes,” you gasped, nails clawing at the metal beneath you. “I needed this. I needed you.”

A low groan rumbled in his chest. His grip tightened as he leaned in, teeth grazing your shoulder before biting down—hard. “Good fucking girl.”

His fingers found your clit, rubbing harsh, deliberate circles, sending shockwaves through your body. The pleasure coiled tight, burning, building—until it snapped.

You came hard, body convulsing, walls fluttering around him, dragging him deeper. Sunghoon cursed, his thrusts growing erratic before he buried himself to the hilt, spilling inside you with a low, shuddering groan.

For a long moment, neither of you moved. Your body was spent, trembling, but Sunghoon didn’t let go.

Slowly, he turned you around, tilting your chin up, brushing his lips over yours in a slow, lingering kiss. “Next time,” he murmured, voice dark with promise, “you don’t run from me.”

Your breath hitched as he smirked, dragging his thumb over your swollen lips.

“This isn’t over, sweetheart.”

When love was obsessive, dangerous, and all-consuming—

Sunghoon’s love had teeth.

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enhypen's kinks

엔하이픈 (legal line) and their kinks ⊹ ࣪ ˖ wc. 647 ୨ৎ hard headcannons ✧ w. smut (18+ mdni!), daddy kink, hair pulling, marking, explicit language, mirror sex, praise kink, light impact play, begging, rough sex, possessiveness

｡ ୨୧ ｡ heeseung | dirty talk + hair pulling

heeseung loves how nasty the words spill out of his mouth when he's fucking you. he also loves pulling your hair; it makes him feel dominant and in control of you.

he'll wrap your hair around his fingers, tugging just enough to make your back arch and press against his chest. the warmth of his breath fans over your ear as he growls, "fuck.. you like that, don't you?" a harsh grip on your ass follows, his palm stinging against your skin.

"you're mine, all mine," he murmurs, his lips brushing against your ear. "taking me so good, baby. just like that."

｡ ୨୧ ｡ jay | daddy kink + marking

jay’s definitely got a daddy kink, and he’s not shy about it. there’s nothing that turns him on more than when you call him 'daddy' instead of his name during sex. in fact, it drives him wild to the point where he feels the need to mark your skin.

"fuck, daddy..." you moan, your legs over his shoulders as his cock slides in and out of your warm, soaking walls. he groans at the sound of it, his grip tightening as he leans down to your neck, sucking sloppy hickeys into the flesh, claiming you as his.

｡ ୨୧ ｡ jake | praising + light impact play

as much as jake loves being praised, he loves praising you more. he adores whispering sweet yet dirty words into your ear while gently slapping your ass, encouraging you to keep going.

"doing so good for me..." he breathes, gripping your hips to help you fuck yourself back and forth on his cock, your head pushed into the pillows. you can barely respond, the pleasure of his length overwhelming you. "you're perfect, baby..." he murmurs, lightly smacking your ass again.

｡ ୨୧ ｡ sunghoon | mirror sex + light choking

sunghoon lovesss watching his cock disappear into you with each thrust in the mirror. his hands wrap around your neck just tight enough to make you gasp, fingers pressing against your skin in a possessive grip. his eyes stay locked on your reflection, fully captivated by the sight of you, helpless and at his mercy.

he watches you come apart on his cock, feeling every inch of him buried deep inside you as you struggle to keep your eyes open. he pushes you further, each thrust harder as he squeezes your neck, the sensation making you moan louder.

his lips curl into a smirk, his eyes dark with lust as he watches your body react to him. "look at you... taking me so good, baby," he whispers, his voice low and heavy with desire, eyes never leaving the mirror.

｡ ୨୧ ｡ sunoo | body admiration

sunoo’s all about admiring every inch of your body—from the curve of your hips to your breasts (no matter the size), to your thighs. he wants to show you just how perfect you are to him. he has this cute habit of tracing his fingers gently over your skin, before kissing each spot like it’s the most precious thing in the world ⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝.

you grind yourself up and down on his cock, riding both of you to pleasure as his hands roam all over your body. "shit, you're gorgeous," he whines, one hand resting on your hip while the other intertwines with your fingers as he let's you use him.

｡ ୨୧ ｡ jungwon | begging

jungwon is obsessed with hearing you beg. there's something about the desperation in your eyes and hearing the need in your voice that drives him wild. when you're underneath him, he'll take his time, moving his cock in and out of you slowly, just enough to make you crave more.

"won, please.." you mumble, signaling for him to pick up the pace. "hm? tell me what you want, baby. beg for it," he says, still keeping that slowww and sensual speed. "faster, please wonnie! i'll be good, just please go faster.." you say, the desperation in your voice coming undone. hearing what he wanted at last, he smirks before thrusting his cock inside you quicker.

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𝓦c ::: 1.2k 𐙚𝓢harinote ::: this has been in my drafts for so long please spare me 𐙚 warnin𝓰.ᐟ ::: suggestive · no actual smut but things start off sort of heated ! · fwb jungwon · hurt to comfort (?) .ᐟ

this is off—something feels off. 

by now, he should have you pinned against the wall, your body flush against his as he kissed you with his usual hunger that left you breathless. his hands should be desperately pawing at your sides—his knee slotted between your thighs as he swallowed every little sound that bubbled past your lips.

but tonight? tonight was different.

It’s not him leading—it’s you. 

not that either of you usually take the lead, but somehow, he always gives you more—more passion, more urgency, more of him.

and yet, here you are, guiding him—into your apartment, against the wall, into your bedroom. 

even now, sinking into your sheets you sit straddling his lap, your lips pressing against his with a desperation that’s almost fervent.

It’s a gross, breathless kiss with your clashing teeth and the occasional nip of your teeth in his bottom lip. You’re practically drooling into each other’s mouths. you want him to touch you. you need him to feel you.

jungwon’s lips are soft—just like always, moving against yours with a slow, deliberate tenderness, savoring the moment… just like he always does, kissing you at a rhythm solely unique to the two of you. 

but you’re not stupid.

even drowning in the bliss of grinding against one another, lips molded into each others…  you can feel it—his hesitation. from the moment your arms had looped around his neck, the second you pulled him inside, your usual eagerness spilling over, he hadn’t been himself, he hadn’t met you with the same fire he usually had. his movements were slower, almost uncertain.

your stomach tightens—you can’t push this uneasy feeling down any longer. 

you manage to peel yourself off of the blonde, admiring his swollen lips in the process.

“wonie?” your voice is softer as you catch your breath. your hands rest cupping his cheeks as you watch his eyes dart around the mattress. 

“hm?” he can’t even look at you… and you hate it. 

before you can think, the words are clawing themselves out on their own. “what’s wrong?” the air between you thickens—you could cut through it with a knife. 

jungwon exhales sharply, his hands still resting on your waist, but there’s no pressure behind them—no insistence that you come closer, no teasing drag of his fingers along your lower back like there usually is.

you feel it even now… the hesitation sinking into the atmosphere.

“jungwon,” you press the matter sternly. “talk to me.” your thumbs stroke beneath his eyes where tears threaten to fall. “It’ll be alright, i promise.” you coo, firmly placing your forehead against his as you embrace him for a moment—this, it’s exactly this that’s gotten him here in the first place. 

he swallows, his jaw tightening as he finally lifts his gaze to yours. and suddenly, you hate the way he’s looking at you too. 

It’s not just lust clouding his dark, wide eyes anymore—it’s something deeper and something much more unreadable. It makes your heart pound in your chest for reasons that you don’t want to name. you shake your head, getting rid of any dangerous thoughts—ones of crossing lines you’d clearly set. 

“this… isn’t working anymore.” he huffs, jungwon’s voice is quiet but resolute.

“w-what?” your heart skips a beat, nearly sinking into your stomach as you feel a frown tugging at your lips. 

he pulls you back slightly, putting distance between your bodies for the first time in months. you’re still straddling his lap, your hands still resting on his shoulders, but he’s not touching you. 

not really.

“I can’t do this anymore,” he sighs, clearer now. “not like this, at least.” the last part, he mutters, head down as he searches for more of an explanation. 

your fingers curl against his shirt, gripping the fabric like it’s the only thing keeping you together. you feel like you should laugh or roll your eyes, maybe even tease him for getting so ‘sappy’. part of you wants to blow up—tell him to suck it up and touch you just one last time. 

but you can’t. 

not when your stomach is twisting, not when your throat feels so… tight and you acknowledge the solemn look painting your friend’s face. 

“what the hell are you saying?” your voice is barely above a  whisper, now tears are pricking your eyes.

jungwon drags a hand through his hair, exhaling like he’s been holding something in for too long. and he has… you both have. 

“I love you, y/n.” his voice wavers, but the words are steady. you can hear the desperation in his serious tone. “I want you,” he pauses. “forever—not just like this.”

“not just when it’s convenient, not just when you feel like calling me over for a quick fuck.” his jaw clenches tightly once more, his togue darting out to wet the plump of his lips before he adds, “I can’t keep pretending that’s enough for me, i want to be selfish.” he frowns. “I want you to be more to you than… t-than this.” jungwon’s voice breaks. 

your body goes still… suddenly you’re stiff as a board hearing his words.

It’s like a switch flips in your brain, every moment between you flashing before your eyes—the way he always lingers just a second longer when he kisses you goodbye and the way his hands always map your body as if he’s trying to memorize your every curve, the way he always answers your texts, no matter what time it is.

and it hits you, all at once.

even outside of all of this—when you’re laughing at parties and watching movies at home… when you’re out drinking, or simply basking in one another’s presence:

you feel the same.

you always have… after all, you’re not stupid. and to not feel the same way for a guy like jungwon? you’d be out of your mind. 

“jungwon…” his name escapes your throat in a breath, hands tightening around the fabric of his shirt.

“don’t say it if you don’t mean it.” he winces. 

the thought of him leaving—of this ending—makes your heart squeeze itself in a way that’s completely and utterly terrifying.

so you do the only thing that feels right… you don’t say it—not yet. 

Instead, you kiss him.

not like before, not with desperation or rushed need. this kiss is intentional, certain, real.

jungwon sucks in a sharp breath, his hands finally holding you, pulling you flush against him as he kisses you back with your chests pressed flat against the other. It’s deep, slow, filled with everything the both of you had been too afraid to say… and though that kiss, you communicate every last word. 

pulling away, both of you are breathless, foreheads pressed together as you catch your breath.

“I love you too,” you admit softly. “I just… didn’t think you felt the same. I didn’t want to look like an idiot.” you scoff softly. 

jungwon releases a quiet chuckle, shaking his head. “we’re both idiots.”

you grin, running your fingers through his hair, your chest feeling lighter than it’s has in months. “maybe.” you smiled, taking him in.  “but at least we figured it out before you could actually leave me… then i’d really be an idiot.”

his lips find yours again—this time, with no hesitation at all. “you’re mine…” he smiles against your lips. “and you’re mine.” you mimic his words, giggling before diving back into his mouth. 

and this time, when his hands start roaming again, pulling you back into the very thing you started, it’s different… because now, there’s no uncertainty. 

no secrets.

there’s just you and him, finally on the same page.

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Summer of desires

*pairing: pervy library student Heeseung x popular rich Girl

*trope: grumpy x sunshine/he fall first, she fall harder

*synopsis: What would happen when the city bookseller as well as your classmate timid with sweet air but with extreme dirty thoughts about you from the first day he saw you for the first time sold you spicy books? Between summer bonfires, stolen kisses in the library, provocations and summer baths what will happen between the popular girl with no wires on her tongue and a slightly perverted nerd?

*tags: A lot of tension, Heeseung is downbad for the protagonist, obsession, fake innocent girl, needy heeseung, needy girl, tease each other, summer vibes, kisses in the private pool, fluffy, masturbation,nipples plays, fingering, touchy girl/Hee, pacifiers, virgin protagonist, unprotected sex (don’t horny ppl) pet names (sweetheart,baby) (hee)

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(English is not my native lanuage)

The seaside town of Jeongdongjin was famous for its crystal-clear sea and fiery sunsets, but in that small community, there was also a place many didn’t notice, except for its dusty windows and the smell of yellowed paper that mixed with the scent of the sea. The Quiet Corner, the town’s bookstore, was a peaceful spot, but it was also a refuge of sorts for Heeseung. He was the typical nerd on campus, but not in a conventional way. Yes, he loved spending time between the pages of books and in front of the console, but he wasn’t just the solitary guy that no one noticed. Heeseung, with his glasses and always pensive expression, was also the type of guy who knew how to flirt with girls, but never really committed. He was an ambivert, so sometimes he seemed distant, at other times perplexing, and sometimes even charming, especially with girls. And with Y/n, he had a very different interest: he was obsessed with her innocence. Y/n, the perfect girl on campus, seemed to have stepped out of a dream. Long, curly hair that sparkled in the sunlight, eyes as clear as the summer sea, and skin so pale it seemed almost unreal. She was the silent queen among the girls, always elegant, flawless, and dressed like a good girl. Her innocence was almost tangible, an aura that made her irresistible to everyone. But Heeseung didn’t just see the angelic Y/n. He saw her as a target. A target to conquer, yes, but not in the way the other guys would. For him, the allure was in stripping away that aura of purity. He knew Y/n was a virgin, and in some way, he found that incredibly exciting. He wanted to see how she would react, wanted to uncover her darker side, the one no one knew. He wanted to ruin her. Heeseung’s thoughts were often fueled by less-than-innocent fantasies. He imagined her, saw her in his mind, stripped of her virginal calmness, shaken, like a butterfly caught in his net. Yet, despite his desire to break her, he always did it from a distance. He watched her from afar, observing every movement, every smile Y/n gave to the world, while he noticed the imperfections no one else could see. He had never really approached her. They had only spoken twice—once at a bonfire party when she had asked him where the bathroom was, and another time when they had bumped into each other in the corridor on campus. Nothing much. Yet, for him, every single exchange had been like an electric shock. Almost enough to send him into a frenzy. It was a late summer afternoon, and the heat outside seemed endless. The cicadas sang, emitting a constant sound that almost seemed to scream, "even hotter." Heeseung was behind the counter, focused on the computer while checking the shipments. The bookstore, now empty, didn’t see many customers, especially since people had started to prefer online shopping. It was one of the few places still holding live readings on the terrace overlooking the ocean, but those events only attracted a handful of enthusiasts. It was the usual boring afternoon when the sound of the door opening interrupted the monotony. A soft, familiar voice, almost blending with the wind, made him look up. And there she was, standing in front of him.

Y/n. Her light dress, a white sundress, fluttered just above her body, revealing the swimsuit underneath. The sun illuminated her, creating a sort of halo around her. Her tanned skin seemed to shine under the afternoon rays. The strap of her dress was slightly slipping down, exposing part of her swimsuit, and Heeseung couldn’t help but notice. A shiver of desire ran down his spine. "It's ridiculously hot outside," said, smiling. Your voice was cool, like the sound of a sea breeze. "I'm tired of being at the beach, so I thought I'd come grab a book. My roommates are dying to get away from university and read a few books under the sun, and they told me to buy some books that are going viral on TikTok." Heeseung snapped out of his daze and, trying to stay calm, responded, "Of course, no problem. What books did you order?" His tone tried to sound natural, but he couldn’t hide the unease that was growing inside him. His gaze once again fell on her dress, the strap slowly slipping off her shoulder, as if it wanted to reveal even more. His mind was immediately overtaken by mischievous images and desires he couldn’t suppress. You pulled out your phone and looked at the titles of the books spotted on her FYP. "So… let's see… A Touch of Darkness by Scarlett St. Clair, The Deal by Elle Kennedy, and Twisted Love by Ana Huang," you said, smiling innocently, but Heeseung immediately sensed the spark those romantic and “spicy” books evoked. He raised an eyebrow, trying to keep the playful tone, but a small mischievous smile crept across his face. "I didn’t think the perfect, innocent girl on campus would be reading books like that," he said, almost challenging you. There was something in the way you looked at him that made him feel more uneasy, but at the same time, it also made him feel closer to her.

You, of course, blushed immediately. Your cheeks turned bright red as you looked down. "Well," you said with a nervous laugh, "everyone, even people older than me, has stumbled upon spicy romance. It's not that strange, right?" You tried to downplay it, but your face betrayed your insecurity. Heeseung couldn’t hold back a smile as he watched your reactions. The sweetness of Y/n always struck him, but now there was a different vibe. A vibe of complicity that he had never felt before. "A secret, huh?" he said, moving slightly closer to the counter, his smile becoming more intense. "I’m not as innocent as I seem," he added, lowering his eyes onto you with a look that was anything but innocent. His mind began to wander into darker, more sensual territories, imagining what it would feel like to touch your skin under his hands. You looked at him, your crystal-clear eyes now a bit confused, while your lips curved into a shyer, almost uncertain smile. Your sweetness, that same innocence that had always drawn Heeseung to you, made him feel conflicted. He wanted to know that side of you that no one seemed to be able to see. But his mind, growing more crowded with perverted thoughts, couldn’t stop. He could still see the strap of your dress slipping slightly, almost as if inviting him to look more closely. He wanted to pull it down even further, to discover what was underneath. You, unaware of the thoughts Heeseung was having, shifted slightly, trying to appear more at ease. "Yet, it’s not that strange," you repeated, trying not to seem too embarrassed. "After all, I’m part of Gen Z, right? We’ve got our secrets too."

Heeseung looked at you, his smile growing bolder as he observed you with amusement. "Are you sure you want to share them with me?" he asked, his voice now lower as if he were playing with you as if there were an unspoken challenge between you two. You, now almost completely red, felt torn between wanting to run away and wanting to continue that conversation. "I think it’s a secret you should keep to yourself," you replied nervously, trying to distance yourself from the moment that was becoming heavier with tension. Heeseung looked at you with more intense eyes, his smile more knowing than ever. "Maybe one day, when you’re not so… innocent anymore, I’ll reveal it," he said, as a flash of desire crossed his gaze. You, with your innocence mixed with embarrassment, could no longer keep your heart from racing. "Maybe," you replied, trying to joke, but the way Heeseung looked at you made you feel something strange in your chest. It was a tension that grew stronger, like the heat filling the summer air, as both of you felt trapped between desire and embarrassment.

"I didn’t prepare them, but you can easily find them in the BookTok and Romance section, right at the corner of the bookstore," Heeseung said with a smile that hinted at a bit of amusement. His voice was softer, almost as if he was trying to mask the little game he was playing. You smiled excitedly, your eyes sparkling with enthusiasm, like a puppy eager to run to a playground. "I can’t wait to check them out!" you exclaimed, your tone light and cheerful. "My roommates sent me tons of aesthetic TikTok videos. The fan art was amazing!" As you said that, you approached the counter with a confident step, your white dress moving delicately, revealing your tanned skin that Heeseung tried not to stare at for too long. But he couldn’t help noticing it, especially with your straps slightly slipping down, almost as if inviting him to look. Heeseung gestured for you to follow the path to the corner, where the section was hidden between shelves full of books. As you walked together, his mind filled with thoughts he tried to push away but couldn’t ignore.

"So… what are they about exactly?" he asked, trying to sound casual, although his gaze was a little more intense than before.

"Well," you replied, "in Twisted Love, there’s this incredible chemistry between the main characters. If I’m not mistaken, he’s the best friend of the protagonist's brother with a dark past, and there’s a lot of tension, and... well, let's just say calling it ‘spicy’ is an understatement," you said, laughing with a hint of mischief. "But I love these dark romance dynamics! The spiciest part is when she realizes she wants something more. And then... well, I’ll let you find out."

Heeseung stopped and looked at you, a small mischievous smile playing on his lips. "I figured," he said. "And what about The Deal by Elle Kennedy? Do you like sports? Hockey, right?"

"Hockey!" you exclaimed, a bit surprised by the question. "I don’t know much about it, to be honest. But... I’ve heard it’s one of the best in the series." Your voice was light and sincere, but you couldn’t hide a slight hesitation. "And then... the main characters have this amazing chemistry. She’s a total chatterbox, and he’s a bit grumpy at first, but then they start to discover each other. I think I’ll like it!" you added, trying to sound more confident.

Heeseung chuckled softly. "It is, and one of the spiciest too, if I may say," he said, his tone playful but with a hint of provocation. "It might surprise you." His eyes couldn’t seem to look away from you, from your crystal-clear eyes reflecting the sunset light, from your golden skin that seemed to almost invite him to do something more... intimate.

You became a bit more serious as if trying to understand better what Heeseung was trying to imply. "I think the spiciest one, though, is Twisted Love," you replied without hesitation, with a smile that carried a bit of complicity. "I don’t think you’d fully understand it. Let’s just say... it’s spicier than you think."

Heeseung looked at you with a mixture of curiosity and a hint of challenge in his eyes. "And how do you know all these things?" he asked, keeping his smile. "I didn’t picture you as so… experienced," he added lightly, with that little bit of flirtation he couldn’t hide. You laughed, but the laugh was shy, almost embarrassed. "Well, it’s another secret," you said, giving a little wave of your hand, as if trying to keep that little mystery. "Don’t tell anyone, okay?" Heeseung watched you, his hands in his pockets as he followed you along the shelves. "Another secret, huh?" he said, his smile widening a little, his eyes seeming to never want to look away from yours. Every word coming from your mouth felt like a little game between you two as if you were both trying to discover something more, bit by bit. But in the meantime, his hands were slightly sweating. The tension between you two was palpable, like the warm, dense air that filled the bookstore. Finally, Heeseung took the books you had chosen, one by one, and carefully placed them on the counter. "Here you go," he said, his voice lower now, almost a whisper. "All the books you’re looking for." You moved to pay, and while he did, Heeseung couldn’t stop watching you. His heart was pounding harder. He couldn’t tear his eyes away from you. Your skin, the way the sundress moved delicately on your body, your straps continuing to slip down slowly… It was all so tempting. When you grabbed the bag with the books, you turned to Heeseung and smiled at him with an air of complicity. "See you around, Heeseung," you said with a smile that was as innocent as it was dangerous. Heeseung was stunned, his heart skipping a beat inside him. How did she know his name? She had called him by his name. How was that possible? His thoughts started to whirl, and soon a flood of perverse images filled his mind. "See you…" he mumbled, still confused. "Y-yeah, see you…" he said, trying to mask the whirlwind of emotions he was feeling. You walked away, leaving the bookstore, while Heeseung stayed there, watching you leave.

It had been a week since the last time he had seen you, and on the bookstore's website, you had written that you would stop by to buy more books. The sky over the coastal town had turned gray a few hours ago, and the streets had been suddenly flooded by a torrential downpour that forced everyone to seek shelter. Heeseung, however, had stayed in the bookstore, nervously staring at the clock on the wall. 5:30 PM. You had told him you’d come by, and he – in a way he wouldn’t even admit to himself – had even switched his shift to be there. He had fixed his bangs at least ten times in the reflection of the computer, carefully chosen what to wear – no glasses this time, a slightly oversized t-shirt, and dark jeans, trendy enough not to look too nerdy – but there was no sign of you. He had almost convinced himself that you weren’t coming when the sound of the bell on the door made him snap his gaze upward. And there you were, soaked, with your hoodie completely drenched on your head, the light t-shirt sticking to your body from the water, and the only piece of clothing still somewhat intact and not fully wet were your light denim shorts, hugging your legs as if they were tailor-made. The wet fabric of your shirt, however, betrayed the secret hidden underneath: the pink bikini you wore was perfectly visible, and Heeseung suddenly felt very, very hot. But then, instead of complaining like most girls would have, you burst out laughing.

"Didn’t you hear the weather forecast? The rainy season has started," Heeseung remarked, crossing his arms over his chest while desperately trying not to look at you too intensely.

You shook the water off yourself, still laughing. "I was a little busy, actually," you said cheerfully, with a bit of cheekiness. "I was studying… or maybe I was too caught up in the spicy books you recommended."

Heeseung’s breath caught for a second. He looked at you, slightly shocked but mostly amused.

"...So you read the spiciest ones?"

You smiled, tilting your head to the side as you dropped your hoodie on the nearest chair. "Of course."

Heeseung swallowed. There was something dangerous in the way you were looking at him like you were playing with him as if you were enjoying seeing how far you could make him crumble. And he wasn’t the type to be cornered easily.

He took a step closer, lowering his gaze slightly. "So tell me, then… which one was your favorite?" he asked, his voice lower, slower.

Your eyes lit up with a mischievous glint. "Mmh... hard to say," you murmured, biting your lip slightly. "But I think Twisted Love was the most... intense."

Heeseung smiled, the more dangerous side of him beginning to show. "Intense, huh?" You nodded, crossing your arms over your chest in an involuntary gesture that almost drove him insane – because the movement highlighted how the wet shirt clung to your body. He looked down, and you caught him in the act. With two fingers, you gently lifted his chin, making him look you in the eyes.

"My face is higher, Heeseung."

He held his breath, holy hell, you were provoking him,

he swallowed and ran a hand through his hair, trying to regain some control. "Do you need a dry t-shirt?" "That would be nice of you," you replied with a smirk. Heeseung sighed, shaking his head as he turned toward the back door. "Come with me, I’ve got one in the locker room." You followed him into the small room behind the counter, where the shelves with the bookstore supplies and lockers for the staff were. Heeseung opened his locker, pulling out a white basketball shirt with a number printed on the back. "It’s the only one I have." You took it, looking at it for a moment before lifting your gaze to him. "It’s huge on me." Heeseung leaned his shoulder against the locker, crossing his arms. "Better that way." You raised an eyebrow. "Oh yeah? Why?" He moistened his lips, looking at you with that intense gaze. "Because at least it covers everything." He challenged you to say something, but you just shrugged, turning your back to him to change. "Heeseung," you called softly. He turned his gaze away. "Tell me." "Don’t suppose you have any shorts, too?" He ran a hand over his face. Holy shit, he was screwed!

Heeseung looked at you for a moment, as if he were processing your request. He did indeed have a pair of basketball shorts in his locker, but giving you his clothes meant imagining you in them. Imagining you without yours, and that simple thought was enough to send him into a spiral. "I only have these basketball shorts…" he finally said, scratching the back of his neck while pulling the garment out. You reached out to take them. "They’ll be fine, I’ll just tighten them with the elastic." He hesitated, still uncertain, before handing them to you. And then, he stood there, dumbfounded. You smiled, tilting your head slightly as a mischievous spark flashed in your eyes. "Do you want me to give you a private striptease?" Heeseung’s eyes widened, and he raised his hands in surrender. "No! No, absolutely—" But the Adam's apple that trembled slightly betrayed every word of rejection. Without saying anything, without even giving him time to process what you were about to do, you moved your hands to your jeans and casually slid them down, letting them fall down your legs. Heeseung swallowed audibly and saw the pink bikini you were wearing hug your hips, accentuating your golden tan. The fabric stretched perfectly over your wet skin, tracing every curve in a way that Heeseung found unfair. His eyes were glued to your legs, to the way the water left little glowing trails on your skin. He should have looked away. He should have. But it was as if his body had suddenly disobeyed him.

Then, you reached out and took the shorts from his fingers, but in doing so, your fingers brushed against his. Without thinking, you guided his hand to your bare thigh. Heeseung felt like he was dying. Shit. He was touching you. Your skin was warm, and smooth, and the contrast with his slightly colder fingers made him shudder. You lifted your gaze to him, amused. "No guy has ever touched me so close to an intimate part." His fingers tightened imperceptibly on your skin. If only you knew the things running through his mind right now. His thoughts were dirty. Too dirty: he imagined the skin beneath his fingers burning against his palm, he imagined his hands slowly moving up— No. Stop. He swallowed again, trying to hold on to some semblance of composure. "Why me?" he asked finally, his voice a little hoarser than usual. You smiled. "Because you look at me differently." Heeseung stayed silent. Differently. Oh, if only you knew how much. His gaze had never been innocent. He had watched you from afar for too long, studying the way you moved, the way you smiled at everyone as if you were untouchable. Yet here you were, with his hand on your thigh, letting him do something no one else had ever been allowed to. He stared at you for a few seconds, then let out a small crooked smile. "Maybe it's better if you don’t know why." A jab. You caught it instantly but pretended not to notice. Or maybe you just wanted to keep playing. With agonizing slowness, you took one of his fingers and guided it along the edge of your bikini, right on your stomach. Heeseung stiffened, and you heard him quietly breathe as his finger slid over your skin, following the fabric's line to your hip. It was the final blow. He shuddered slightly, his fingers trembling as if fighting a primal instinct. But then you moved away, laughing, and slipped into his basketball shorts, tightening the elastic at your waist. Heeseung forced himself to take a step back, running a hand over his face as if to recover. The problem? You still hadn’t taken off your shirt, and he wasn’t sure he could survive the next scene. Heeseung felt the heat rise dangerously along his neck, all the way to his ears. He didn’t know what to do. He didn’t know where to look. It had already been hell watching you take off your jeans in front of him with such casualness, feeling the heat of your skin under his fingers, as if you had intentionally decided to drive him mad. And now this? You had taken off your soaked shirt with no shame, and the pink bikini you were wearing seemed painted onto your body. Damn, perfect.

His jaw tightened as his eyes involuntarily slid down to your chest, full and soft, the light fabric of your bikini clinging too well, revealing your hardened nipples from the cold. Holy. Shit. He cleared his throat, desperately trying to maintain control, but the smirk on your lips made it clear that you had noticed. "What's wrong, Heeseung?" you asked with an overly calculated innocence. "Have you never seen a girl in a bikini?" Something changed in his eyes. You were playing. And if there was one thing Heeseung knew, it was how to change the rules of the game. He suddenly became more serious, a shadow of a smile tugging at his lips. "You're aware you're playing with fire, right?" His voice was lower, deeper. You tilted your head, biting your lip. "Really?" He took a step forward. And you didn’t back away. Another step. And your chest brushed against his. Heeseung knew he should step back, he should stop you, stop himself—but he didn’t. Without thinking, he placed a hand on your back, his warm fingers sliding down the curve of your spine until they found the thin strap of your bikini. Your breath hitched in your throat. He was taller than you, and when he leaned in slightly, his eyes found yours, locked, dark, filled with something that made your legs shake. "What if I wanted to undo it?" he whispered, his fingers dangerously playing with the knot at the back of your bikini. A shiver ran down your spine. Heeseung lowered his voice even further. "What would people think if they walked in and found you with your bare chest, hm?" You smiled faintly. "You would never." A flash of amusement passed through his gaze. "Oh no?" You moved even closer, rising just a little on the tips of your toes, your body perfectly aligned with his. Your chest pressed against his, and Heeseung held his breath. Then you smiled again, tilting your head slightly. "You would never because you want to be the only one to see me naked."

A low moan escaped from Heeseung's lips, so quiet that you almost didn’t hear it. Almost. The tension between you became unbearable, and before he could react, before he could do anything, you rose on your toes again and pulled him closer, your hands gripping the collar of his shirt as your lips found his. You kissed him.

With passion, with desire, with an intensity that Heeseung never expected. And him? He didn’t think twice before kissing you back. Your lips against his were an explosion—it was the third kiss you’d ever given in your life. But with Heeseung… it was different. It was bolder, more intense, more desperate. He was the first to surprise you, because despite his grumpy and sarcastic demeanor, he kissed with a sweetness that made your legs tremble, but at the same time, there was something fierce in the way his lips moved against yours, something necessary, as if he had desired you for too long to hold back. And you? You weren’t any different. Your hands had gripped the collar of his shirt, pulling him closer, your chest pressed against his, the heat between you becoming unbearable. You felt the taste of his breath mingling with yours, the faint swipe of his tongue against yours, which made you moan softly into his mouth. That small sound was his undoing. Heeseung grunted slightly, his hands tightening around your waist with more determination, and the kiss became more intense. Deeper. More hungry. His lips moved against yours in perfect rhythm, sometimes slow, sometimes more aggressively, as if he wanted to learn every single angle of your mouth as if he wanted to mark you. His tongue caressed yours again, and you shivered slightly, your chest rising and falling in heavy breaths as his hands slid down your back, pulling you even closer. When you pulled away, both of your breaths were uneven, your chest rising rapidly against his. Your lips were swollen, and slightly reddened, and without even thinking about it, you bit your lower lip, savoring the taste of Heeseung in your mouth. He stared at you. With those dark eyes that seemed to devour you. "Stop," he muttered, his voice low and slightly husky. You tilted your head, confused. "What?" you asked with your usual calculated innocence. He sighed, running a hand through his hair, messing it up even more. "Stop biting your lip like that, it makes me want to kiss you again. And bite you."

A dangerous smile slowly spread across your lips. With absolute nonchalance, you reached out a hand, your fingers slipping through his soft hair, gently pulling him downward until his breath mingled once again with yours. Your voice became a warm whisper against his mouth. "Then why don’t you bite me?" His pupils dilated. You lowered your chin slightly, bringing his face even closer to your body. "Maybe… here?" you suggested innocently, brushing the edge of your bikini at your chest, the fabric stretching against your skin. Heeseung swallowed. The air around you thickened. "You’re playing with fire," he whispered. You tilted your head with a golden retriever girl look, your usual sweet smile on your lips. "What if I want to burn?" Heeseung clenched his jaw. He hated you. He hated you because he knew you were playing, testing his self-control, wanting to see how far he would go. But most of all, he hated that you were winning. His hand moved slowly, caressing your warm skin as it slid along your side, reaching the thin fabric of your bikini covering your breast, and you held your breath. His eyes found yours as his fingers gently grazed the curve of your chest, almost with reverence. "No one’s ever touched you here, have they?" he asked, his voice low and slightly raspy. You shook your head. He smiled faintly, his eyes igniting with a dangerous kind of desire. "I thought so." And then, slowly, he lowered his head, his warm breath brushing your skin. His mouth barely touched the fabric of your bikini where your nipple had hardened beneath the cloth. The first thing you felt was the heat of his lips, then the slight pressure of his teeth, nibbling gently, almost testing your reaction. A shiver ran through you, and then a sound escaped your lips. A muffled moan, a moan that contained his name. "Hee…" It was his undoing. Heeseung closed his eyes, his thoughts now completely clouded by desire. He had imagined you this many times beneath him. He had imagined you with flushed cheeks, swollen lips, and your warm body beneath his. He had imagined you with heavy breath, his name slipping from your lips in that sweet, innocent tone that drove him wild. But now? Now it was real. And damn, you were even more beautiful than he had imagined. Heeseung continued to lick and bite at the small bud still covered by your light bikini, and every time his mouth pushed and licked at the fabric, you arched your back, pulling his hair. You didn’t think that such a simple gesture could make you go wild and crave more, but Heeseung pulled away from your skin with one last bite on the taut bud of your breast, still covered by the bikini, and you shivered, the warmth of his breath making your skin tingle. Instinctively, your fingers tightened in his soft hair, pulling him slightly, and he fully pulled away, his Adam's apple moving as he swallowed slowly.

Then he sighed as if trying to regain control over himself.

"Raise your arms," he ordered in a tone that brooked no argument.

You looked at him with eyes still a little dreamy, your lips swollen from the kiss earlier.

"Why?"

He tilted his head, his gaze dropping for a moment to your bikini, still slightly damp. "Because if you stay like this in front of me, I might do something I shouldn’t."

Your skin heated. Despite his authoritative tone, his voice was slightly hoarse, and for a moment, you felt the urgency of his desire.

You bit your lip—which, of course, didn’t go unnoticed—and then slowly raised your arms above your head.

Heeseung slid his large shirt over you with a slow and careful gesture, as if trying not to touch you for too long. But when the fabric settled over your body, a faint smile brushed his lips.

You were beautiful.

His shirt was too big for you, the soft fabric sliding over your body, the sleeves reaching past your hands. The scent of Heeseung enveloped you instantly, a mix of light cologne and something more masculine, more his. You felt your cheeks warm slightly, suddenly shy, and he noticed, of course. Without missing a beat, he smiled sideways, one eyebrow slightly raised.

"So... today I discovered another secret," he said with a playful air.

You tilted your head, curious. "And what would that be?"

He chuckled softly, his voice low and velvety. "...that you’re not so innocent after all."

Your heart skipped a beat.

You looked at him, trying to figure out if he was joking, but in his eyes, there was only amusement—and something darker, more dangerous.

In a spontaneous gesture, you reached out and offered him your pinky.

He raised an eyebrow. "What are you doing?"

"Pinky swear," you said with a sweet smile.

He stared at you for a moment as if he couldn’t believe that, after everything that had happened, you were still you, the girl who always smiled and seemed to see the bright side of everything.

Then he smiled, shaking his head slightly before intertwining his pinky with yours.

"I won’t tell anyone," he promised.

✦

After a few minutes, you left the private room, and he led you to the romance section of the bookstore.

"I want to recommend something better," he said, running his fingers along the spines of the books.

"Better than what I've read so far?" you asked with a small smile.

He shot you a challenging look. "Let's see... this one is without any spice," he said, handing you a book with a pastel-colored cover and a sweet title.

You took it, slightly surprised. "Wow, so you think I need purer reading?"

He laughed, but didn't respond.

Instead, he grabbed another book and handed it to you, this time with a dark cover and an eye-catching font.

You looked at it more closely.

"Oh my God," you whispered, recognizing the title. "This is super spicy."

He smiled to the side. "But it’s also one of the best stories. Trust me."

Your eyes sparkled with excitement as you hugged both books to your chest.

Then you turned to him with your usual bright smile.

"Well, see you, Heeseung."

✦ Later, after a warm shower, you slipped under the covers with your hair still slightly damp. The book he recommended was already in your hands, but before opening it, you grabbed your phone. You hesitated for a moment, biting your lip, and then, without thinking too much, you typed his name on Instagram. Follow. The notification popped up on his profile right away. And you couldn't help but think about how stupid you'd been for never noticing him seriously before today.

The days had passed with the same routine: mornings dedicated to studying, afternoons at the beach with friends or relaxing in the pool at your villa, with the breathtaking view of the ocean. Yet, despite everything seeming perfect, there was one constant thought in your mind. Heeseung. You were too embarrassed to go back to the bookstore after what had happened, but at the same time... you wanted to get to know him more. You’d spent more time than necessary scrolling through his Instagram profile, browsing through pictures of him with his friends, images of him playing basketball, posts about his favorite video games, his travels, and his style—always a little effortless but terribly attractive. The more you watched, the more you felt a slight shiver of anxiety because, to be honest, you had never had a real crush on anyone before now. And that scared you, but if there was one thing you were good at, it was coming up with excuses. So, nonchalantly, you wrote to him on Instagram. - “Heyy, I forgot to order three books that were recommended to me! Can you bring them to me? Pls 🥺”

And he, after a few hours, responded: - “You’ll have to pay me double for the home delivery. 😉”

You smiled like an idiot in front of the screen. And now, here you were, lying on a poolside lounger, wearing sunglasses and a new swimsuit, when the voice of your maid made you lift your head. 'There’s a cute guy at the door with a package for you.' You immediately brightened up; your plan was working. You quickly tied the sheer sarong around your waist, leaving your purple bikini with daisies peeking out.

Above, you didn’t bother to cover yourself—just the bikini, sunglasses, and the smile of someone who knew exactly what they were doing. You walked calmly to the entrance, and when you saw him, you couldn’t hold back a small amused smile. Heeseung looked like a confused puppy. His eyes were wide as he observed the entrance of the villa, hands in his pockets, the look of someone who felt slightly out of place. When he noticed you, his cheeks turned a light shade of red. You were winning, Heeseung didn’t know what to say. He’d already seen you in a swimsuit, but now the situation was completely different. Here, in your villa, under the blazing sun, with your skin still damp from the pool and your mischievous smile, you seemed like you’d just stepped out of a forbidden dream, and his thoughts immediately turned dirty. Damn, you were perfect. The daisies on your bikini seemed deliberately placed to distract him, the sheer sarong did nothing but make him even more frustrated, and your damp hair fell perfectly on your shoulders, driving him crazy. “Do you like my villa, Hee?” you teased, tilting your head with an innocent air. He cleared his throat and nodded quickly. “Yeah... yeah, it’s very nice.” He handed you the envelope with your books, but you didn’t take it immediately. “In exchange, I’ll offer you a lemonade.” Heeseung raised an eyebrow, hesitant. “I don’t want to disturb you, I need to go back to the bookstore.” You ignored his excuse and, without giving him time to protest, grabbed him by the wrist and dragged him toward the pool. It was hot, his skin burning under your fingers, and when you reached the pool’s edge, you handed him a glass of iced lemonade and gave him a fake pout. “I’d be offended if you didn’t drink it and tell me what you think.” Heeseung let out a small smile. “Oh yeah? Are you that sensitive to criticism?” “Only the ones that matter to me,” you replied, winking at him. He shook his head, amused, and brought the glass to his lips. Bad, very bad, because you casually watched his Adam’s apple move as he swallowed, sweat running down his collarbone, and the way the sun highlighted every line of his muscular arms. When he finished, he looked at you with a mischievous grin. “I didn’t know you were also talented at making lemonade.” You burst out laughing. “Hee, do you realize what you just said?” He thought about it for a moment, then covered his face with his hand. “Shit, I didn’t mean to—” “Too late,” you teased, stretching out on the lounger, relaxed. He, however, seemed slightly uncomfortable—awkward, out of place. “You can sit here,” you said, pointing to the lounger next to yours. “I told you I have to—” “Heeseung, it’s August 15th,” you interrupted, taking off your sunglasses and looking him straight in the eyes. “No one is going to the bookstore today. And with this heat, are you sure you want to go back there?” For a moment, you thought he’d come up with another excuse, but instead— without thinking twice, he took off his shirt, and damn, Heeseung knew exactly what game you were playing. The problem? He was also really good at playing, but at the same time, he looked at you a little shyly.

You burst out laughing. “What’s wrong, Heeseung? Are you shy to take a swim with me?” He sighed, crossing his arms over his chest, but the redness on his cheeks betrayed him. “Your maid is here.” You raised an eyebrow, holding back a mischievous smile. “So?” Heeseung stiffened slightly, avoiding your gaze. That’s when you understood. “Oh my God,” you chuckled, giving his bicep a light tap. “And you’d be the innocent one, huh?” He scratched the back of his neck, biting the inside of his cheek. “I didn’t say I was innocent.” You looked at him for a moment, your smile becoming even more amused. “No, indeed. You’re not innocent at all.” Without saying another word, you untied your sarong and slowly slipped it off, knowing full well that Heeseung’s eyes were glued to you. He swallowed. Damn, you were incredible. You sat on the edge of the pool, letting your legs slide into the cool water, letting the sun kiss your skin. Heeseung didn’t move, he looked petrified. “So?” you pressed, swinging your feet in the water. You didn’t give him time to say anything else. You slid into the pool, diving in with an innate elegance. It was your element, and when you started swimming underwater, you decided to push it further, moving agilely between the bubbles, holding your breath for longer than usual, hiding among the reflections in the pool. When did you surface? You didn’t. And that’s when Heeseung started to worry. His jaw tightened, his eyes narrowed, and without thinking twice, he dove in. Underwater, you saw him coming towards you—fast, strong. His movements were precise, fluid, and for a second, you got distracted watching him, but then you decided to have some fun. With a sudden flick, you slipped behind his back, and before he could react, you grabbed him and pulled him backward. He opened his eyes underwater, surprised. When he resurfaced, you were there, your face lit up by a radiant smile. “Are you crazy?” he gasped, trying to catch his breath. “Don’t exaggerate, Hee. I was just playing,” you replied, chuckling. He shook his head, running a hand over his wet face. “How the hell do you hold your breath for so long?” You shrugged. “Like you love basketball, I love everything to do with water.” He looked at you intently, and for the first time, he seemed genuinely fascinated. Drops slid down his face, his wet fringe falling on his forehead, his lips slightly chapped from the sun, and damn—those shoulders, those muscles, everything about him seemed sculpted to perfection. You bit the inside of your cheek to stop yourself from staring too much, but it was impossible. Without thinking, you reached out and ruffled his hair, laughing. “You’re gorgeous, Heeseung.” He froze. He cleared his throat, trying to cover up the little cough that slipped out. “What?” You smiled, amused by his reaction. “You heard me perfectly.” He lowered his gaze, biting the inside of his cheek. “No girl has ever told me something like that.” You were surprised. “Really?” He nodded, shyly. “Well,” you shrugged. “I was just telling the truth.” Before he could reply, you dove again, swimming to the other side of the pool with the grace of a mermaid. When you turned around, he was still there. Motionless, staring at you. You leaned against the edge of the pool and shouted, “Are you going to stay there stuck for the rest of your life, or are you going to come closer?” It was like you had woken him up from a dream, his eyes darkened, his expression hardened, and then—he moved. He swam towards you with determination, with an intensity that made you hold your breath. When he arrived in front of you, you found yourself pressed against the pool’s edge, and him? He was so close that you could feel the warmth of his body contrasting with the cool water.

The light touch of your fingers along the contours of his face made him tense for a moment. With the tip of your index finger, you traced the line of his jaw, then moved up to his lips, barely brushing them.

"You know I like them?" you whispered, your eyes locked onto his.

Heeseung raised an eyebrow, trying to maintain his usual aloof attitude, but the redness on his ears betrayed him. "What?"

"Your lips," you replied with a mischievous smile.

He cleared his throat, lowering his gaze for a moment. "Ah."

You bit the inside of your cheek, amused. "And do you like mine?"

Heeseung remained silent for a second, then shook his head with a smirk. "Too confident."

"Answer," you pressed, tilting your head slightly.

He stared at you for a few seconds, but instead of answering immediately, he lifted a hand and began to touch you gently.

"Your hair," he murmured, twirling a curly strand between his fingers. "I like it."

He playfully pinched the curl, making you laugh.

"Your eyes," he continued, lowering his lashes as his fingers traced the curve of yours. "Your lashes are long, almost annoyingly perfect."

His fingertip slid down the bridge of your nose. "Your little nose too," he added, tracing its shape with a light, barely perceptible touch.

And finally, he reached your lips. His thumb slowly glided along your lower lip, stopping right at the center.

"Your lips," he said, his voice slightly huskier. "I’d want to kiss them all the time."

A shiver ran down your spine, but you couldn't let him win that easily. You raised an eyebrow, pretending to be unfazed. "And?"

Heeseung smirked.

"Too much attention for just one girl, don't you think?"

You shrugged with a playful smile. "Maybe I deserve it."

He narrowed his eyes slightly, tilting his head. "Maybe."

And then—he ran a finger along the side of your neck, his touch barely there on your wet skin.

He brought his lips close to your ear, his warm breath tickling your skin. "Your neck," he murmured. "Because I want to kiss it and mark you."

A shiver shot down your spine, and fuck, Heeseung noticed—but he didn’t stop. His fingers slid slowly along your collarbone, then lower, brushing over the soft curve of your breast.

He barely touched it before pressing slightly, increasing the tension.

"This," he said in a low, deep voice, his touch almost hypnotic. "I’ve already bitten and kissed it."

He lifted his gaze to you, and in his eyes, there was something dark, something possessive.

"But I want to hear you moan my name while I do it again."

Your breath hitched in your throat. Damn.

His fingers trailed lower, moving down your stomach, while his warm breath ghosted over your neck. Then, he reached the edge of your swimsuit—but stopped there. His finger played with the fabric, teasing, waiting. And you realized—he wanted to see how far you were willing to push him.

You raised an eyebrow, suppressing a smirk. "What's wrong, Hee? Did you freeze up?"

Heeseung lifted his gaze to meet yours, his dark eyes burning into you.

"Careful, Y/N," he murmured, his voice deep and rough. "You love playing with fire too much."

Your arms wrapped around his neck as your legs instinctively locked around his waist. His breath hitched slightly, his eyes widening—not in shock, but in intrigue. His chest rose and fell faster, as if your touch alone was testing his self-control.

Then, without giving him time to react, you tilted your head and started kissing his neck, feeling his muscles tense under your lips.

"Y/N..." he whispered, his voice a mix of warning and want—but you didn’t stop.

If anything, you leaned in closer, brushing a soft kiss near his earlobe—and that’s when you heard it.

A low, strangled groan escaped his lips as his arms instinctively tightened around your waist, fingers digging into your damp skin.

A victorious smirk played on your lips before you went back to his neck, kissing and lightly biting that one spot you knew was his weakness.

"Hee," you teased, your voice nothing but a whisper. "I like your lips too."

You felt his jaw clench, as if he was struggling to hold himself back, but his hands gripped your hips even tighter.

Then, with innocent mischief, you leaned into his ear and whispered, "Lie down."

He raised an eyebrow, studying you—but you simply took his hand and led him toward the lounge chairs near the pool entrance.

He thought you were the one who wanted to lie down—only for you to push him back gently, making him settle onto the warm chair.

Heeseung looked up at you, his chest still rising and falling unevenly.

"And what exactly do you think you're doing?" he asked, his voice hoarse.

You sat on the edge of the chair, the heat of the stone searing lightly against your skin.

"Studying," you replied with a playful smile—before lowering your head and beginning to kiss him.

First on his chest, leaving soft kisses and teasing bites as you traced his skin. Then, you moved lower, trailing kisses along his toned abs, and—damn.

For a bookworm who spent most of his time in the library, his body was surprisingly well-defined.

You looked up at him, biting your lip. "How the hell does a nerd—okay, fine, a basketball-playing nerd—have a body like this?"

He let out a low chuckle, trying to keep his composure. "Did you expect me to be some scrawny guy with glasses and a plaid shirt?"

"A little bit, yeah," you admitted, laughing.

"Library or not, I work out. I don’t spend all my time reading romance novels like you do."

You raised an eyebrow at his little jab, amused.

"Doesn’t seem like you mind," you shot back before kissing him again.

Your lips trailed further down his skin, reaching his navel—and right at that moment, Heeseung tensed up again

"Y/N, stop," he said, his voice lower now, wrapped in a veil of tension.

You stopped, lifting your gaze to meet his with a teasing smile. "Why?"

His jaw clenched, his eyes darkening as he stared at you intensely.

"Because if you keep going, I won’t be able to stop."

A shiver ran down your spine at his words, but instead of intimidating you, it only urged you to tease him more. Slowly, you lowered your hand, letting your fingers trail along the waistband of his swim trunks.

Heeseung held his breath. You looked up at him with a falsely innocent gaze.

"Like this?"

In an instant, he gently pushed you backward onto the lounge chair, making you lose balance for a second. His body hovered over yours, his hands framing your face, his dark eyes locked onto yours.

And this time, he was the one to kiss you first.

His lips pressed against yours with a softness that contrasted the firm way he had pushed you down. It was a slow kiss, but it carried something deeper—something possessive.

Heeseung wasn’t just kissing you—he was exploring, savoring, claiming every inch of your lips.

A faint moan escaped your throat as the sweet taste of lemonade mixed with his, making everything more intense, more electric. Your fingers tangled in his damp hair, pulling him even closer.

Heeseung felt your body press against his, your breath melding with his, and in that moment, he realized—this was better.

Better than all the filthy dreams he had about you. Better than any fantasy that had kept him awake at night, picturing you beneath him, moaning his name.

When he finally pulled away, his eyes roamed over your flushed face, your swollen lips parted slightly as you caught your breath.

"You’re beautiful," he whispered, his thumb tracing the outline of your mouth.

You lowered your gaze, a shy smile playing on your lips. "Will you say that again?"

He raised an eyebrow. "I bet you hear it every day."

You shook your head, ruffling his hair with your fingers. "It’s the first time someone has said it without jealousy or ulterior motives."

Heeseung frowned slightly. "What do you mean?"

You bit your lip, trying to gather your thoughts. "Girls usually resent me for it, and guys… well, the compliments I get are always shallow. No one’s ever looked at me the way you do."

For a moment, Heeseung remained silent. Then, with a small smile, he lowered his gaze and absentmindedly traced soft patterns along your side.

"So, what you’re saying is… I’m special?" he asked, a mischievous lilt in his voice.

You scoffed, feeling warmth creep up your neck. "Don’t turn this into an ego boost."

He chuckled, but his smile turned softer. "Too late, sweetheart."

You stiffened slightly.

"Sweetheart?" you repeated, surprised.

Heeseung noticed your reaction and tilted his head in amusement. "I can’t call you that?"

You weren’t entirely sure why, but hearing that nickname from him sent a shiver down your spine. You gave him a small nod, avoiding his gaze out of embarrassment.

"Can I ask you something?" you asked, hoping your voice wouldn’t betray too much emotion.

Heeseung stared at you for a moment before nodding. "Tell me." His dark eyes studied you, and the mix of embarrassment and boldness in your expression made him realize you were about to ask something intimate.

His fingers on your waist stilled, his thumb tracing slow circles on your still-damp skin.

You lowered your gaze, biting your lip. Your hands fidgeted nervously, but there was determination in your posture. "I… I’ve never been touched there. Only by myself."

Heeseung’s pupils dilated slightly, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he swallowed.

It was strange—he was usually the one who always knew what to say, the one with a teasing remark ready to throw at you. But now? Now he was completely thrown off.

"You…" he started, but then stopped, wetting his lips.

You lifted your gaze and, barely above a whisper, confessed, "I was wondering if… if you wanted to."

Silence. The only sounds were the distant crashing of waves and the frantic beating of your heart against your ribs.

Heeseung clenched his jaw, his gaze locked onto yours. For a moment, he almost looked conflicted. Then, moving slowly, he lowered his face closer to yours, his nose brushing against yours.

"Sweetheart," he whispered against your lips, his voice deeper than you’d ever heard it, "you do realize that if you say something like that to me… I won’t be able to hold back, right?"

Heeseung watched you from above with a mischievous grin, his dark eyes fixed on your still damp body. The costume adhered to your skin, making you feel even more exposed under his watchful gaze. He ran his tongue over his lips and leaned toward you, his fingers moving light on your thighs, barely touching you, enough to make you shudder. "Lie a little lower, pretty.” His voice was low, hoarse, an order disguised as a request. His hand gently pressed on your belly to guide you backwards. “I want to touch you better.” Nod without much thought, cheeks burning with anticipation.

He smiled, pleased. "Good girl," he whispered, sliding his finger along the edge of your bikini. "But remember that you can stop me whenever you want.” You nodded again, but you already knew that you would never do it. Her lips settled on the skin of your thighs, first with slow and soft kisses, then with small bites that made you wince.

His warm breath mingled with the cool pool air as his fingers drew invisible lines on your thighs. He caught you off guard when he looked down and whistled softly. "Cute... this is not pool water.” You opened your eyes wide, a shiver down your spine. "C-What?” Heeseung chuckled, a deep, cheeky sound, and slowly lowered the edge of your purple costume.

“Look. Are you so wet just because I touched and kissed you a little? Are you always so responsive?” You covered your face with your hands, embarrassed. “It never happened to me...”

He shook his head and with a quick movement gently took your wrists, moving your hands away from your face. His gaze became darker, more intense. “Don't hide.” His voice was more authoritarian now, deep and slow. “I want you to remember that the first one to make you feel that way was me.”

Your throat tightened, your breath trembled. His eyes did not leave your face, and you felt every inch of your skin catch fire under his gaze. He was grumpy, authoritarian and arrogant. And yet, you knew you never wanted to run away from him. Heeseung slid his fingers lower, touching your clit with slow, provocative movements. Your body reacted immediately, your hips involuntarily arched towards him, looking for more clutch.

"How cute," Heeseung muttered, looking at you with greedy eyes. "Before you were so cheeky, now what? Where did the girl he was taunting in the bookstore and the pool go?” You glanced at him, biting your lower lip. “I'm still here”

you replied, with a twinge of voice. He sneered. "Oh yes? Then show me.” And without giving you time to answer, he slid a finger into you. A groan escaped from your lips as your body adapted to the new feeling, unlike anything you had ever experienced. Your fingers had never been able to make you feel like this, and you knew it too.

“So tight, pretty, " he muttered, his voice a mixture of excitement and pure adoration. “And so wet just for me. Are you enjoying it?” He nodded frantically, unable to form words.

He chuckled. “Speak. I want to hear from you.” he whispered against your skin, adding another finger and increasing the pace. You felt like you were going to go crazy, and when his mouth drooped to graze your clit with your tongue, you screamed his name without even realizing it.

He moaned at you, the sound vibrating against your sensitive skin. "Damn, pretty you're already losing your slimy cum and you haven't even come between my fingers and between my lips,”

the muttered before returning to work your mouth and pump more of his long fingers inside your poor shiny cunt that he divinely took. His touch, his tongue, everything was too much, too intense, he caught you off guard when he pinched your breasts still covered by the bikini, and the pleasure completely overwhelmed you. Your hands found his hair and you pulled it hard as your body trembled under his touch.

You came moaning his name, no longer ashamed. Heeseung slowly peeled off, licking his lips with a satisfied look. He looked at you as you tried to catch your breath, your chest rising and falling frantically. "Beautiful," he muttered, running a finger down your leg. “And this time I want you to remember it well.”

The end-of-summer party had been organized by the student council on the open part of the beach. From your house’s terrace, you could already see the soft glow of the bonfires, the shadows of people laughing and dancing, the sound of the waves blending with the music playing in the background. The sky, however, wasn’t completely clear—shades of pink and white intertwined with deeper tones of violet, creating an almost magical atmosphere.

You quickly checked your phone: no rain forecast. Perfect.

You slipped into your sparkly butterfly top, paired with a bralette that was both sexy and sweet—just like you. A flowy white skirt brushed against your legs, and delicate sandals adorned your feet. Your curly hair cascaded over your shoulders, with two small braids framing your face. You looked at yourself in the mirror and smiled—you felt beautiful. But maybe, just maybe, you wanted to look beautiful for someone in particular.

For Heeseung.

You arrived at the party with a confident stride, immediately welcomed by the warmth of the crowd. Friends greeted you, laughter filled the air, and the salty scent of the sea mixed with the smoky aroma of burning wood. But as you talked, your eyes wandered, unconsciously searching for someone.

Lisa, of course, noticed right away. 'Looking for someone in particular?' she asked with a teasing smile.

You shook your head a little too quickly. “N-No! Just… looking around.”

Emma crossed her arms. -Mmmh, sure. Then why do your eyes keep landing in the same spot?-

You swallowed, trying to play it cool, but then—your heart skipped a beat.

There, near the shoreline, illuminated by the warm glow of the bonfires, stood Heeseung.

He was wearing a white shirt that highlighted the slight golden hue of his skin, paired with dark jeans that fit his tall, lean frame perfectly. His hair was slightly tousled, as if he’d run his fingers through it more than once. He was talking to Jay and Sunghoon, laughing from time to time, but… he wasn’t alone.

Next to him, a girl was clearly trying to monopolize his attention. She laughed dramatically at everything he said, touched his arm with too much familiarity, and tilted her head to the side every time she spoke.

And Heeseung?

He didn’t seem particularly interested—but he wasn’t pulling away either.

A faint sting prickled in your chest. It wasn’t jealousy… right?

You had never been jealous in your life—perhaps because you had never truly liked someone before. But now, with your eyes fixed on the scene in front of you, a faint burn crept from your stomach to your chest.

As if drawn by an invisible force, you turned to your friends. “I’m just going to say hi to someone.”

Lisa and Emma exchanged a knowing glance before nodding with amused smiles. You could hear their whispered comments behind you, but you paid them no mind. You had other things to focus on.

Walking confidently across the soft sand, you approached Heeseung’s bonfire and his group of friends. But instead of heading straight to him, you stopped nearby, pretending to be interested in something else entirely.

From there, you could hear the conversation clearly.

And just as you’d suspected, that girl was blatantly flirting with him.

“Anyway,” she licked her lips, tilting her head to the side, “I just can’t believe you’re still single, Heeseung.”

He cleared his throat, running a hand through his hair, already visibly uncomfortable. “Uh… yeah, well… it’s not that—”

She laughed, cutting him off. “No, seriously, it’s crazy! I mean, look at you.” She placed a hand on his shoulder with far too much familiarity. “Tall, handsome, those dark eyes… And I heard you play basketball, so I bet there’s a nice body under that shirt, huh?”

Jay and Sunghoon exchanged amused glances as Heeseung blushed slightly, lowering his head.

“Uh… I just play for fun, nothing serious,” he murmured, trying to downplay it.

She giggled again, stepping a little closer. “Oh, sure, sure. But I bet you’re super competitive, aren’t you? Guys like you always are. Tell me, what if we played… one-on-one? If I win, you buy me a drink. If you win… well, we’ll figure something out.”

Her voice had dropped lower, turning more suggestive.

You rolled your eyes.

How much longer did you have to endure this?

Letting out a small huff, tired of the conversation, you decided to step in.

With a mischievous smile, you approached Heeseung—just like you had done at the pool.

Wrapping your arms around his back, you completely caught him off guard.

His whole body tensed for a second before he spun around, eyes wide, his face turning an instant shade of red.

“Oh,” he stammered, visibly taken aback.

And the way he was looking at you… was exactly what you wanted.

His gaze traveled over you slowly, almost as if he didn’t know where to stop. The sparkly top highlighting your shoulders, the light skirt fluttering around your legs… your skin glowing under the firelight. He swallowed dryly, running a nervous hand through his hair yet again.

“Hey, Hee,” you greeted him with a sweet smile, laced with that teasing tone you knew always made him flustered.

“H-Hey…” he replied, dropping his gaze for a brief moment before bringing it back to you.

“Oh, sorry, I didn’t interrupt anything, did I?” you tilted your head to the side, feigning innocence.

The girl next to him looked at you with an expression teetering between surprise and annoyance.

“No, no,” Heeseung quickly interjected—too quickly. “We were just… uh…”

“Yes?” you smiled again, watching the way he bit the inside of his cheek, clearly flustered.

Jay chuckled quietly beside him, while Sunghoon covered his mouth to hide his amusement.

Heeseung cleared his throat, trying to collect himself, but the blush on his cheeks wasn’t going anywhere.

You, on the other hand, simply looked at him with soft amusement. Because you knew that, shy as he was, he would never back down from the game.

And indeed, after taking a deep breath, his eyes grew a little more certain.

“You have perfect timing,” he murmured with a hint of a smile. “I was just about to ask someone to save me.”

You burst into laughter while the girl next to him crossed her arms, visibly annoyed.

“Oh, so I’m your savior now?” you shot him a playful look.

He ran a hand over the back of his neck. “I could get used to it.”

When you asked if he wanted to take a walk by the shore, he didn’t hesitate for even a second.

“Of course.” Then, without giving you a chance to say anything else, he grabbed your wrist and started walking, gently pulling you along with him.

The warmth of his skin against yours made you shiver slightly, but you tried not to let it show.

The sound of the party gradually faded as you walked away, leaving only the gentle crash of the waves against the shore and the soft creaking of the wooden pier beneath your feet.

“I never thought I’d see you dressed like this,” Heeseung murmured, breaking the silence.

You raised an eyebrow, amused. “And what exactly does that mean?”

He turned to look at you, with that usual mix of embarrassment and boldness in his gaze. Then, he ran a hand through his hair—a clear sign he was searching for the right words.

“It means that…” his eyes lowered slightly, scanning you carefully. “That you look beautiful.”

You bit the inside of your cheek, trying to hide your smile.

“Oh? That’s already the third or fourth time you’ve said that.”

He let out a quiet laugh, lowering his head. “So what? You want me to stop?”

You shook your head, crossing your arms. “No, but at this point, you could at least switch up the compliments.”

He leaned in ever so slightly, tilting his head to the side. “Alright. Then can I tell you that you’re driving me crazy dressed like this?”

His voice was lower now, deeper, and the way he was looking at you sent a shiver down your spine.

You felt his hand graze your waist, warm against your bare skin.

You swallowed. “Better, definitely more original.”

He barely smiled. “See? I know how to tease too.”

You bit your lip, looking at him with playful amusement. “So, do you prefer me… or the girl you were flirting with?”

Heeseung scoffed, his expression almost irritated. “Flirting? Are you serious?”

His grip on your waist tightened slightly, making you gasp.

“She was the one flirting,” he continued, lowering his voice just a little. “Not me.”

He held your gaze for a few seconds before slowly leaning down toward your ear. His breath brushed against your skin.

“I’d choose you over any other girl.”

Your stomach tightened. Then, with an even softer whisper, he added:

“I’ve had so many dirty thoughts about you that I don’t even know what’s real anymore.”

Your breath caught for a second. You tried to compose yourself, but your cheeks were burning. So, to distract yourself, you teased him about something you knew would work.

“You’re too tall,” you muttered, looking up at him.

He raised an eyebrow, amused. “And you’re too small.”

You huffed, giving him a light push on the chest.

He chuckled. “If you want, I can bend down.”

And as he said it, he slowly lowered himself until your faces were just inches apart.

“Better like this?” he whispered.

Heeseung noticed that you were trembling slightly.

Without a word, he slipped off his jacket and draped it over your shoulders with a slow, almost absentminded motion.

You looked up at him, gripping the fabric between your fingers. “Well, aren’t you a gentleman.”

He shrugged, feigning indifference. “I don’t want you to get sick.”

You giggled, pulling the jacket tighter around you. “And yet, you don’t really seem like the type to worry so much.”

He was about to answer when a loud clap of thunder shattered the silence, making both of you jump.

Then, as if the sky had been waiting for the perfect moment, small raindrops began to fall, cold against your skin, still warm from the party.

You burst into laughter.

“Well, I guess it’s fate,” you exclaimed, grabbing his wrist and pulling him along with you.

Heeseung let himself be dragged without resistance, laughing softly as you ran along the beach, the rain growing heavier by the second.

“Every time we see each other, we always end up in the water!” you shouted, squeezing his hand and picking up the pace.

He shook his head, amused. “Maybe it’s a sign.”

You both laughed again, not stopping until you reached the small gazebo on your property.

Without thinking twice, he grabbed your waist and pulled you into a sudden embrace.

You felt his chest rise and fall against yours. His breathing was still uneven from the run.

Instead of pulling away, you lifted a hand and tousled his wet hair. “You’re soaked.”

He scoffed quietly. “So are you.”

Your gaze drifted down to his wet shirt, now completely see-through and clinging to his body.

You bit your lip without even realizing it.

“Okay… I have to admit,” you said, tracing a finger from his biceps down to his abs. “This shirt looks ridiculously good on you.”

Your fingers lightly brushed the skin beneath the fabric, cold and featherlight.

Heeseung shivered just slightly.

He raised an eyebrow. “What are you doing?”

You looked up at him with that innocent expression he knew was anything but innocent. “Nothing.”

He knew you were playing.

But he didn’t expect what happened next.

You rose onto your tiptoes and, without hesitation, kissed him.

The kiss was sweet at first, slow and uncertain.

Your lips moved against his with an almost maddening gentleness, as if you wanted to savor him slowly, without rushing.

He gave in immediately, closing his eyes and resting his hands on your waist, gripping you lightly.

But then he felt your tongue barely graze his, a soft caress that made him let out a quiet moan against your lips—and everything changed.

The kiss deepened, becoming hungrier. His hands tightened on you, pulling you against him as his chest rose and fell unevenly.

Your body pressed perfectly against his, the soaked fabric leaving no space between you.

When you finally pulled away, he was panting slightly, his forehead resting against yours.

But then, with a smile that was both mischievous and impossibly sweet, you whispered:

“I want you.”

Heeseung froze, his eyes widening slightly, his fingers—once gently caressing your waist—now going still.

He stared at you, trying to understand if he had heard you correctly.

Okay. Okay, one thing was making up fantasies about you. One thing was touching himself in the shower while thinking about you. But now?

Now it was you—the girl everyone wanted, the sweetest girl he’d ever met—the one who teased him but also smiled at him with such innocent warmth—you were the one saying you wanted him.

And suddenly, he couldn’t think straight anymore.

Heeseung looked into your eyes, his breathing still uneven from the kiss.

“Are you messing with me?” he asked, his voice slightly hoarse, that low tone making you shiver.

You shook your head, biting your lip. “No.”

You took his hand, intertwining your fingers with his, and pulled him inside.

You could feel him behind you, his steps slow but heavy as you climbed the stairs. When you crossed the threshold of your bedroom, you felt his gaze land on every little detail of your world.

He looked around, curious. Your books stacked on the nightstand, the small trinkets scattered across your desk, the photos taped to the wall, illuminated by the soft, warm glow of fairy lights.

Suddenly, you felt shy.

You didn’t know why, but the fact that he was here, in your most intimate space, made you feel vulnerable.

Slowly, you turned toward him, lowering your gaze.

“Do you want me too?” you asked softly, almost whispering, unable to look at him.

For a moment, there was silence.

Then, you heard a quiet sigh, followed by a smile.

“All of a sudden, you’re shy?”

You felt his fingers brush against your chin, gently lifting your face to meet his gaze. His eyes were darker now, his expression serious—but amused at the same time.

“What happened to the girl who wouldn’t stop teasing me?”

You blushed even more, and he chuckled softly.

“Cute,” he murmured, lowering his face toward your ear. “I’ve dreamed about this moment for months.”

A shiver ran down your spine.

He tilted his head, his nose grazing your skin as his hands slid down to your waist.

“Every time I saw you, every time you laughed, every time you looked at me with those eyes…” His voice dropped lower as he pressed a soft kiss to your earlobe. “…I became obsessed.”

Your breath hitched.

His hands traveled back up, gripping your waist slightly. “You’re perfect, you know that?”

You turned slightly toward him, your heart pounding in your chest.

He smiled, but his eyes were dark, filled with something deeper.

“But do you know what I like the most?” he whispered, his lips just barely brushing against yours.

You swallowed, shaken by the way his body pressed against yours. “What…?”

He smirked, tilting his head.

“The fact that with me, you’ve let yourself go.”

He kissed your neck, his lips warm against your skin, still damp from the rain.

“The sweet girl that everyone loves…” His hands slid down your back, touching you with an agonizing slowness. “…but with me, she loves to tease.”

His teeth grazed your skin lightly, making you shiver.

And then, in a deeper voice, he added:

“You know something?”

You swallowed hard, your eyes fluttering shut as you felt his lips trace down your jawline.

He smiled against your skin.

“You have no idea how many times I’ve fantasized about you.”

Your breath caught.

“How many times I’ve touched myself thinking about you.”

Your eyes snapped open, heat surging through your body.

Heeseung pulled back just slightly, watching your reaction with an amused smirk.

“Does that embarrass you?”

You shook your head quickly. “No.”

He chuckled. “You’re adorable when you try to act tough.”

Then, with a more commanding tone, he grabbed the hem of his soaked shirt and lifted it slightly.

“If you really want me,” he whispered, his eyes locked onto yours, “then take it off.”

You took off his shirt without saying a word, your hands sliding over his warm skin as you brought your lips to his neck. You began kissing him softly, letting yourself go with small bites and gentle sucks, feeling his breath grow heavier. He chuckled amusedly and, with a provocative smile, asked:

“Where did you learn these things?”

You looked up, a flash of challenge in your eyes.

“From the books you recommended to me this summer.”

His laugh filled the room, vibrant and genuine, as he teased you in return. But you didn’t stop. You continued down, your lips grazing his collarbone, then his chest, lingering on his nipples. He bit his lip, his breath becoming shorter. You went lower, your lips tracing a slow, deliberate path down his abs, until they brushed against the sensitive skin around his belly button. A soft moan escaped him, and you saw him run a hand through his hair. By now, you had learned to recognize those small gestures: he did that when he was impatient... or shy.

Your hands held him gently at the waist as you looked up at him from below, a mischievous smile on your lips.

“I’m a little embarrassed… I’ve never done anything like this with anyone before.”

He lowered his gaze to you, his face a mix of sweetness and desire.

“You can take all the time you want with me. I want you to be sure.”

Those words warmed your chest, but a shiver ran through you when you felt the damp fabric of your top against your skin. You looked him in the eyes, biting your lip.

“Then… take it off.”

He didn’t need any more words. He didn’t even let you finish the sentence before he slid the fabric down your arms. As your top fell to the floor, he whispered, with a genuine smile and eyes full of admiration:

“You’re beautiful.”

When Heeseung saw your bralette, a playful grin tugged at his lips. His eyes lingered on the thin lace that covered your chest, and with a finger, he traced slow circles on the fabric, barely touching you.

“You’re too cute like this… so innocent, it makes me want to make you blush even more.”

The heat rose to your face, but you didn’t have time to reply, because his mouth immediately found your neck, sucking with an intensity that made you shiver. His hands moved confidently over you, and before you knew it, the bra was gone. He pulled back slightly to look at you, a satisfied smirk on his lips.

“Finally... I’ve been dying to touch them.”

The way he said it made you instinctively clench your thighs together, but he noticed and laughed, biting his lip. Then, without giving you a chance to react, he gently pushed you onto the bed and positioned himself above you. His mouth wasted no time, moving down to torment your breasts with bites and sucks, intensifying the heat inside you.

A small moan escaped you as his body slid against yours, and you clearly felt his arousal press against your sensitive center. The contact made you shiver, and without thinking too much, you murmured: "I feel ... your length..."

For a moment, Hee stopped. Then he burst out laughing, raising his head to look at you with an incredulous and amused expression. "Length?!"he repeated, amused. "Do you really call it that? Why are you always so adorably naive?" His tone was full of mischief as he lowered his voice and his pelvis barely moved against yours, making you gasp again. "

Say it right, baby." he whispered against your ear, slowly biting your lobe. "They say fuck." You bit your lip, your face on fire, but he had no intention of letting you go without hearing it from you.

Hee peppered you with kisses along the body, descending further and further down until it reached your navel. He paused for a moment, looking up at you with a mischievous smile. "Can I take off your skirt?"he asked in a hoarse voice.

A shiver ran through your back. Without hesitation, you raised your hips slightly as a sign of assent, and he, with a satisfied smile, slowly slid the fabric down your legs. He whistled quietly, but his attitude changed as soon as he saw what you were wearing underneath. His eyes darkened, his expression became more intense, almost possessive.

"A thong?" His voice dropped an octave as his fingers grazed the thin fabric. "And for whom did you put it?" You shrugged your shoulders with a sly smile, without immediately answering, but your provocation made him lose his temper. Without warning, his hand struck your thigh with a firm slap, making you wince.

"Hee!" his name eluded you in a small surprised cry. "Who did you put it for?" he repeated, the more authoritarian tone this time. You looked down, biting your lip, before whispering softly: "Just for you."

His smile returned, more smug than ever. "Mh ... and tell me, do you like it?"you added in a playful voice. "I have a dozen like that..." As soon as those words came out of your mouth, Hee snorted quietly, shaking his head with a mixture of disbelief and pure desire.

"Damn, y /n..." he laughed, but his gaze was loaded with something deeper. He teased you with a few more jokes, but his mouth wasted no time. He began to kiss you over the thong, brushing every inch of bare skin, making you arch under him. One of his hands slid under you, firmly grabbing your bottom and clasping against you. His breaths were heavy, his control almost nonexistent.

"I'll ruin you..." he muttered in a low voice, his lips touching your skin as he spoke. "I've been obsessed with you for months."

His teeth pulled the rubber band of the thong flat before sliding it off. He whistled again when he noticed how wet you were. He looked up at you, a flash of pure adoration in his eyes.

"Even wetter than that time in the pool..." he whispered with a crooked smile. You bit your lip, trying to hide the embarrassment, but with a thread of voice you told him: "Just for you, Hee." And his last crumb of control faded completely.

His hands explored every inch of your warm skin. His eyes, dark and full of desire, rested on your center now lit by his touch. He ran a finger along the still damp fabric of the thong he had just moved and smiled. "If you really want to lose your virginity to me, I have to prepare you well."His voice was low, hoarse. "But you need to relax… and most importantly trust me."

You looked at him with a defiant smile, trying to play with him as always. "Who said I was tense?" But Hee wasn't in the mood for your little games, not this time. "Don't be smart, Y/ n." he replied in an authoritarian tone, and without warning, he shoved a finger inside you. A gasp ran through you as you clutched the sheets in your hands,the breath breaking. "Be… it's beautiful…" you could say, biting your lip. He giggled quietly, his gaze full of fun. "Oh, yes? Then you could get another one, don't you think?" And without waiting for an answer, he added a second, slowly moving them inside you, making you feel every inch of their presence. The heat enveloped you, your body instinctively moved against his hand, while he laughed quietly, amused by your reaction.

"Look… you're making my fingers touch you so well. What will you do when it's my cock inside you?" His dirty words made your face burn, but the pleasure growing inside you was too strong to think of any answer. Then, in a slow and precise motion, he slid his thumb over your most sensitive point, barely pinching it. A cry escaped from your lips. "Hee—!" "Are you close?" he asked with a satisfied smile. He nodded frantically, his body trembling under his touch. But his gaze suddenly became more authoritarian as he slowed down his movements. "Don't even try." His voice was an order. "You have to be ready for me, so I'll add another one." "No—wait -" But he ignored your protest, pushing a third finger into you. A wave of pleasure swept over you, your back arched as your body adjusted to the feeling of being so wonderfully filled. You could feel the moisture sliding down his fingers, your white, slimy excitement shining on his skin. Your hands ran to his hair, pulling it hard, desperately trying to hold on to something as your body completely surrendered to him. Hee smiled against your skin, his voice a whisper full of satisfaction.

"Now you can come." And those words were enough to make you completely lose control. The pleasure exploded within you, and his name escaped you in a cry as your body trembled under his touch.

Your body was still shaking, your breath broken as the wave of pleasure slowly subsided. But Hee didn't give you a moment to recover. You felt missed when you saw him stooping between your legs, his lips touching your still sensitive skin. And then, without any hesitation, his tongue slipped on you, collecting every trace of your excitement. A groan eluded you as the warmth of his breath caressed you.

"You're so sweet..."he whispered, looking at you with bright eyes. "I'm lucky I was the first to taste you. And it will only be so, forever." You stammered something, your brain still clouded with pleasure.

"I ... you ... Hee -" but you couldn't even make a sensible sentence. He laughed softly, his gaze full of fun and desire. Without saying anything, he pulled himself up, his hands running to the edge of his pants. When he slid them down, revealing his Calvin Klein box Hee noticed your gaze fixed on him and tilted his head with a smirk.

"Oh? Are you embarrassed for so little?" Then, however, his tone changed slightly, becoming more serious.

"Y/n ... are you sure?" You met his eyes and nodded without hesitation. "Yes, I want it." He smiled contentedly and confidently took your hand, guiding it to the edges of his boxer.

"Then take them off." The heat of his order hit you right in the stomach. Your fingers shook slightly as you grabbed the rubber band and slowly lowered it. And then, as soon as the fabric slipped off, its member snapped free, revealing itself in front of you. It was really big, slightly pinkish, with a thin patina of desire that shone on the tip. Swallow, trying to dampen the tension with a shy smile.

"Well ... I definitely didn't expect it that way."

Hee laughed softly, shaking his head. "Are you kidding me now?" Then, he lowered his voice slightly. "You want to touch him?" The heat that enveloped you was almost unbearable. But, without taking your eyes off his, nodded.

"Yes…" As soon as your fingers brushed him, you felt his warm, taut skin under your touch. Hee tilted his head back, a low groan escaping from his lips.

"If you continue like this..." he muttered with a crooked smile. "I may not last as long as I want." You bit your lip, enjoying his reaction, then looked up at him.

"Then...before fucking me can you tease me a little the entrance to fit me slightly?" He looked at you for a moment, his gaze becoming even darker. "For you, anything."

His hands slid over your thighs, slowly opening them. Your heart beat faster when you felt its hot tip touch your slimy folds. Both groaned at the same time, the electrical contact, a mixture of expectation and pure desire. Hee approached your ear, his voice a hoarse whisper. "Are you ready for me?"

His cock began to slightly tease your slimy cunt and you moaned at the inward sensation of his cock teasing your entrance, Hee looked at you intently and felt that you were still slightly tight and he wanted your first time to be perfect.

"Dear, give me your hand, if you feel that it hurts too much you squeeze it and you can also tell me to stop if it's too much"

You nodded as you felt more and more of his cock sliding inside you but he wanted to hear you say it in your voice. "rispond Y/n, answer me, I want to hear that beautiful voice not a simple gesture with the head!" you took his hand and told him that you would do it if it was too much and he gave you a little kiss on the forehead and with one stroke slid its length into you slowly and you moaned together.

"God, you're so tight pretty, is everything ok?"

you looked at Heeseung above you with clumps of still damp hair falling on his forehead and he gave you comfort in having sex with him for the first time.

"Yes, yes, I have to get used to it all again," he pushed himself to escape slightly, and then I told him he could move more. Heeseung pushed for the first few times slightly softly on your poor vaginal lips that still had to adapt to his leaking cock, the room was flooded with your body odor, you could hear only the whistling of the wind and rain. with his of your kisses and your bodies rubbing together.

"Hee, more please" you said slightly embarrassed to feel the feeling of well-being of his cock getting more and more sucked by you, he took your leg and put it slightly over his shoulder. "Look at you, so pretty and good at taking my cock, I had no doubt that under that aura of a good innocent girl there was a good girl to seduce to take me well!"

his thrusts became irregular inside you, it was all too much and you shook his hand to make him understand that it was too much but at the same time you moaned madly in feeling it inside you more and more deep. "Hee, please, I'm almost there" you said with tears in your eyes coming down from pleasure, he told you he was going to make you cum and teased you with his thumb your swollen clit and little twitches ran through your body and you screamed his name as your white cum scned between your thighs and his cock that could not stop hammering your poor cunt now soaked and sensitive.

"Where, where do you want me to come, cute?" you told him inside that you had started taking the pill and after two more pushes deeper and deeper inside you felt his sperm splash inside you and groan with the feeling of your bodies still embraced and merged with each other.

After cleaning you up with a damp cloth and taking you to the bathroom to change, Heeseung wrapped you in his arms, your face hidden against his chest while your heart raced uncontrollably. Your breath was still a little uneven, but you found the courage to whisper the words you had been holding inside for a long time.

"...I love you."

For a moment, there was silence. Then, suddenly, Hee burst into laughter.

You stiffened, and with a sulky expression, you turned away, ignoring the slight discomfort in your legs. You didn’t want to look at him. If for him it was just something to brag about to his friends, then let him. But he would never have anything else from you.

You felt him stay still for a few seconds, his breath barely noticeable against your skin. Then, as if a switch had been flipped in his mind, he gently grabbed you and turned you around, making you snuggle against him again.

"Hey," he murmured, his fingers grazing your side.

You pouted. "If for you it’s just something to tell others to brag about, then go ahead… but know that I’ll erase you from my life forever."

Hee sighed and gave you a small pinch on the side, making you flinch. "Stop saying nonsense and be quiet for a moment."

You looked up at him, meeting his dark eyes.

"I love you too."

His words were direct, without hesitation. You felt your cheeks flush, your heart pounding in your chest.

"I don’t believe it..." you murmured, looking down.

Hee smiled, amused, and with two fingers, he lifted your chin to make you look into his eyes again. "I love everything about you," he whispered with an intensity that made you shiver. "I love your sweet and friendly personality, but also your shyness. I love the innocent girl who blushes for no reason and the one who knows how to tease me without any shame."

His smile widened as he kissed down your cheek, all the way to your neck. "I love the one who gets jealous when she sees me with another... and the one who chose to give me her first time."

Your face was now completely red, your heart feeling like it was about to explode. You couldn’t hold back and kissed him, holding him tightly.

When you pulled away, your eyes sparkled with emotion. "So... are you my boyfriend?" you asked, a hint of shyness in your voice.

Hee smiled, shifting above you to settle you more comfortably between his arms. "Of course," he replied possessively. "I have no intention of sharing you with anyone else."

You bit your lip, a mischievous smile breaking through the redness of your cheeks. "Neither do I, you know?"

He chuckled and pulled you even closer. "Good. Because you’re mine."

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[shuenkio]

Waiting 𝐷𝑎𝑟𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑔 | 성훈 — 💭

Paring: Sunghoon X M!reader

Synopsis: Gone to your family's trip for 5 days might sound fun but not for your boyfriend who is desperately—at home, asking for you.

Genre: Suggestive. Cw: dirty language.

Non proof read | English is not my 1st.

This is a work of fanfiction, do not throw unnecessary tantrums on this nsfw/sfw blog. ©Shuenkio

A/n: A drabble... Yeah. Big thanks to my mutual who are helping me (⁠ ⁠◜⁠‿⁠◝⁠ ⁠)⁠♡

Sunghoon and M/n are in a relationship together for sometimes now— well both of them loved each other right? However the thing's Sunghoon the man he is, never shows his true side to anybody except M/n—his boyfriend. He revealed himself to the eyes as a cold person, someone who never smiled or showed any affection but when it's M/n. The table turned.

"Oh right love-ah I forgot to mention I'll go on a trip with my family"

"You’re what?" Sunghoon’s voice drops, sharp with disbelief.

You sigh, already expecting this reaction. "It’s just a few days, love... My family planned a trip, and I can’t say no."

Sunghoon stares at you like you’ve just told him you’re moving to another continent. His jaw tightens, fingers twitching like he wants to grab onto you and never let go. "How.. long?"

"Five days—"

"FIVE?!" He groans, dragging a hand through his hair. "You want me to survive five whole days without you?" He steps closer, towering over you, his dark eyes burning with something desperate. "You’re cruel."

You chuckle, wrapping your arms around his waist, but Sunghoon doesn’t find it funny. He grips your wrists, pressing your palms flat against his chest. "What if I go feral while you’re gone?" His voice is a low murmur, but the way his fingers tighten around you makes your breath hitch. "What if I lose my mind?"

"You’ll be fine," you tease, but he just narrows his eyes.

Two days into your trip, you realize he’s absolutely not fine.

The first voicemail arrives at 2 AM, you were about to go to sleep after taking a long, relaxing shower.

"Baby... I can’t do this." His voice is husky, strained. "I swear, I can still smell you on my sheets, but it’s not the same. It’s not you."

Then, the video follows.

Sunghoon is in bed, bathed in the dim glow of his bedside lamp. He’s shirtless, his bare chest rising and falling with slow, heavy breaths. Your shirt is bunched in his fist, pressed to his face as he inhales, his eyes fluttering shut as he lowered his camera, letting you see his hips moving in circles against the sheet, even though you clearly knew what was happening.

His cock was seeking comfort in some cold fabrics, it wasn't enough for him to have your clothes in the dirty clothes basket, it wasn't even enough for him to masturbate and release his jets of semen against them.

"It still smells like you… but it’s fading." His voice is barely a whisper, wrecked with longing.

He shifts, exhaling shakily, his body tense. His tongue darts out to wet his lips before he mutters, "Come back soon, love. Or I’ll lose my mind."

The video ends abruptly, leaving your heart pounding when you heard a whimper and saw his hips move, feigning strong thrusts against the sheet.

And then, another message.

"I’ll be waiting for you, I will give you a big welcome. ♡"

[bambiihee]

SPRING BREAKERS༚ ── y.jw

on the pier, by the lake, jungwon wants to make this spring break one you’ll never forget.

▸ PAIRING༚ 양정원 x fem!reader ▸ WC༚ 0. 6 k ▸ GENRE༚ straight filthy smut, pwp ▸ WARNINGS༚ NSFW, MDNI! public sex, exhibitionism, slight dubcon (jungwon tells her to make him stop and she doesnt), dirty talk, dom!jungwon, vaginal fingering, teasing, breast play

[ note༚ ] part one of fifteen for my 500 followers event! doing the prompts out of order >_<

When Jungwon had told you that his friends had planned an afternoon trip to the lake, a week into spring break when the weather was the warmest, you had begged to go with him. You hadn’t spent a day at the lakeshore since you were young, and all of his friend’s girlfriends were coming, so it was only fair if you got to tag along as well.

But now, sat in Jungwon’s lap on the pier, his hands growing bolder and bolder as he slips his fingers underneath your bikini strings, you wish you had stayed behind.

All of his friends are out in the water, too caught up in each other to pay attention to the two of you perched on the rickety wooden dock— you watch them like a hawk, praying to whatever god will listen that none of them take a passing glance over their shoulder.

“Jungwon!” you hiss, though it sounds more like a whimper. “We can’t do this here!”

He just hums, tugging playfully at the straps to watch them snap back against your skin. The tie threatens to give way with every teasing motion, your bikini top falling open and your breasts spilling out for everyone to see. The thought horrifies you, and so does the feeling of something hot and heavy swirling in your gut.

“Do what?” Jungwon asks innocently, venturing down your chest to cup your tits. He gropes and kneads them, pushes them together just to pull them apart, twists at your hardening nipples through the fabric of your bikini. You slap a hand over your mouth to keep from moaning aloud, somehow feeling even more sensitive than usual, every touch sending sparks of desire through your core.

Jungwon’s touch is ravenous, rough and greedy and so fucking obvious as if you were back at home and not sitting in public. in broad daylight. with all of his friends around.

“That! We can’t, not here!” you try to wiggle out of his grip, but you only manage to rub up against the growing bulge in Jungwon’s swim trunks. He’s already half hard, you realize with a gasp— the fabric of your swimsuits are thin enough that you can feel very ridge and vein of him, slotted between your asscheeks and straining up against you needily. The soft grunt Jungwon lets out in your ear goes straight to your pussy, dripping slick and clenching around nothing in record time. “Won, please, they’ll see—“

“What if I want them to?” he purrs, his whispered confession shocking you into silence. Slowly, his hand leaves your breast to trail down your belly, fingertips like fire as they caress your skin. The tip of his middle finger comes in contact with your clit, the littlest ghost of a touch that makes you jolt and mewl. Your reaction makes him chuckle, and he slides his fingers farther, traces the outline of your slit through your bottoms. “Fuck, you’re already so wet for me. You sure you don’t want it too, baby? I could make you feel so good, just slide your bikini bottoms to the side and make you cum on my fingers— make you cum so hard you don’t care if anyone notices.”

“Wonnie…” you warble weakly, your defenses cracking as Jungwon starts to peel your soaked bottoms from where they’ve stuck themselves to your core.

“Tell me to stop. Tell me to stop and I will.” Two long, bony fingers prod at your weeping entrance, the bump Jungwon’s hand makes in the flimsy fabric obscene. You hiccup and roll your hips, unable to stop yourself from seeking his touch.

You don’t tell him to stop. You can’t even form words.

[bambieheeseunglee]

hes so ughhhhh

Lee Heeseung - 01 line!