#enhypen jake hard thoughts

[kpopscruggles]

smoking with jakehoon and you’re all giggly and touchy with them. then the room starts getting a little tense when they both start getting hard and quiet, just staring at your lips and body. until jake, always so desperate, makes the first move and starts making out with you, pulling you into his lap. sunghoon shortly after, comes from behind, grabs your hair in a ponytail, pulls you back and away from the kiss momentarily to kiss him instead. they share you so well

STOP CAUSE THIS!!! THIS ATE!

First we will cover the head, the way they both are finna secretly be fighting with each other in who’s gonna eat your pussy, but just between your legs!!! Jake’s tongue and Hoon’s fingers, Hoon head rested on your inner thigh, looking up at you with a smile “does it feel good baby?” Might pull out his fingers in that moment and make you lick them clean.

I feel like Hoon is having you on your hands and knees though and your gonna out that mouth to use for Jake cause your their “good little slut” as Hoon will say. If we rlly wanna get detailed I do think Hoon is gonna play with your butt a little in the process simply because he likes to hear that little muffled gasp while your mouth is stuffed with Jake’s cock let alone he’s already a mess being stuffed in your cunt so the gasp just gets him.

There may be one point where you all get courageous and try to fit them both in one whole. I feel like Jake would honestly eat that shit up. Seeing your cry and moan and still being able to twitch around their cock!!!

[sunjaywoning]

- NSFW!MDNI -

｡ ﾟ☾ ﾟ｡⋆ jake nsfw moans; warming up

・:〃 ➜ pairing: jake x listener (female)

➜ includes: fake korean subs (he speaks in both korean and english), moans, cum, listener gets referred to as a “good girl”

➜ a/n: i’m backkkkk! there were soo many requests for jake. this one is pretty long~ enjoy!!!

[heejake-hoon]

Thinking about pussy drunk Jake who would frantically tear at your clothes, desperate to smother himself in your musky feminine scent

Pussy drunk Jake who follows you around the house with his tongue already lolled out, just waiting for you to spread and let him feast

Pussy drunk Jake that loses his whole mind at the first taste, foggy-eyed and drooling while you ride his addicted mouth relentlessly

Pussy drunk Jake who goes completely brain dead from overstimulation yet keeps lapping away like a thirsty puppy wanting more and more and more

Pussy drunk Jake who would wimper like a pathetic bitch as you grind against his sloppy tongue and lips, using him as your personal pussy pleaser

Pussy drunk Jake who would shove his face between your cheeks without warning, licking and sucking with wild abandon

Pussy drunk Jake who can't keep his hands off you, always trying to strip you naked so those pretty lower lips are on display for him

Pussy drunk Jake that gets instantly hard the second you spread your thighs, mindlessly humping the mattress while buried tongue-deep inside your pussy

Pussy drunk Jake who growls as he feasts away, absolutely ravenous and feral, scratching that naughty itch for your ambrosia

Pussy drunk Jake that doesn't stop slobbering and moaning until you are a shaking breathless mess, face glazed and ruined

[jungwondazed]

18+ only. / jake makes you ride his fingers 

“why not? it’s not like you haven’t taken something bigger, right?” your face is red hot as you look down at your feet, avoiding his eyes as he attempts to lean his body to the side to look up at you. that perfect grin is plastered all over him and it makes you squirm at his gentle teasing. 

you’re not doing this. it took you weeks for jake to convince you to ride him. there was something so vulnerable about inching yourself down his length and being in control of the pleasure. jake on the other hand, enjoyed seeing it a bit too much.

“hmm? what do you say?” he leans in to kiss your lips, taking his time to help warm you up. 

this convincing thing that jake always does, well he’s far too good at it. with his hands caressing every part of your body, running it along the sides of your hips to your lower back, you found it easy to unravel under his touch. 

he kisses you for a long time, so long you’re moaning inside his mouth before you even realize it. it feels good to be with jake, it feels good to do whatever it is he wants. 

his hands slowly linger towards your inner thighs, gripping any skin that he can to fondle you further, and you naturally open your legs to let him caress you. you gasp at his soft touches, the sensitivity turning you on by the second. 

not longer after, you position yourself to climb over jake, whining at how his fingers were just barely grazing the cloth of your drenched panties. you knew he wasn’t gonna touch you there until you got on top of it yourself, and the realization made you squirm. 

he stabilizes his hand right beneath you, and you start grinding on the pads of his finger tips.  

“j-jake, it feels, feels good like this.” you gasp all in one breath, grinding against him ever so slowly. your clit is pulsating over his mere finger tips, but it presses so firmly that you think you could cum if you were to keep going. 

“you gotta put it in too baby, want you to feel all of it.” jake says in between making out with your neck, small pecks being sprinkled every so often. 

you whine at his suggestion, and he runs his other hand to the back of your thighs, before hooking his fingers to pull your panties down to your knees, not bothering to pull them all the way off. 

he rests his hand flat, only sticking up his middle finger and it makes you blush profusely. there was something so submissive about riding a single finger, having him witness all of it with his clothes still on.

you run your folds along him, moaning at the skin to skin contact. rocking on your knees back and forth, the tip of his finger collects your slick.

jake brings his other hand to grip your waist, his hold more firm than you expected and you know he wants it in more than you do at this point. he guides your body to lower yourself down his finger, and you both moan together as you sink yourself around him. 

you sit on his palm for a few seconds, whining into his ear at how good this feels. his fingers are long, and hard. more than anything your own could ever do.

“ride it however you want now, _____. i can help you if you get too tired.” you nod at his reassurance, bringing yourself up, lowering down again and keeping a steady pace that makes you cry into his shoulder. bouncing on his singular finger felt good but you knew it wasn’t enough to get you to cum, and he brings his ring finger up to slide right into you. 

it was perfect like this now. you bring your arms to wrap around his shoulders, stabilizing yourself to continue riding him. his knuckles were wider than the rest of his finger, and your hot slick leaked out every time your walls clenched around them. it’s so sticky down there, the squishing against his palm echoing every time you slam down. your whimpers and his heavy breathing joined alongside the messy noises, and it was the most vulgar thing you’ve ever heard.

jake works his lips all over your shoulders and neck, his chest rising against your own. he likes this doesn’t he? is this what he wanted? what was the good in watching his girl fucking herself on his fingers when he’s not being touched at all?

you pull your face up to watch his expressions, and he was gorgeous in his daze. the small corner of his lips rise as he realizes you’re staring at him, and it makes you lean in to kiss his lips deeply. he was such a perfect guy, the intimacy always feeling right with him. 

he begins to thrust his fingers up every time you slam down, making the pleasure grow even further. you’re moaning nonsense into his mouth, and he answers with “mmhmm”s and “i know”s in response. 

riding jake’s fingers makes you feel good after all. there was no longer any humiliation as the only thing your mind could focus on was getting closer and closer and kissing the handsome man in front of you. the handsome man that was smiling into your kiss as if there was anything amusing about this. 

“so close jake, -m so close.” you pull away to lean your forehead against his, closing your eyes as the orgasm starts building with every bounce on his fingers. 

“yeah you got it baby, cum for me, i know you want to,” his other hand runs itself all over your body, bringing you a comfort as you work yourself up and down a few more times before you cum all along his fingers. 

he groans as you do, fucking his hand hard against your cunt as you come undone, forcing your orgasm out longer than if you were to just have ridden it yourself. he keeps thrusting into you even after you tell him it’s all too much, because he knows you can take a few fingers. 

“j-jake, please,” you’re both out of breath as he slows down, finally steadying his palm to let you ride out the last of your high before you collapse entirely on top of him, fingers still deep inside you. 

he plays with your hair, and kisses the sides of your face as you catch your breath. his body is warm under yours, his firm muscles stabilizing your soft one. 

jake is gentle and patient, as teasing as he is, he warms you up so well when introducing you to new things that it all feels easy to explore your body with him. from the first kiss to your first time, to this. being in jake’s embrace even with his fingers deep inside you put you at ease, so at ease that he doesn’t wake you when you slowly fall asleep on his chest. soft pecks on your shoulders as he rubs your back up and down, until his eyes close too. 

[mailuvsjayke]

Listening and watching the no doubt mv, that hyung line might be into semi public sex LIKE THEY BE UP DOING THE NASTY AT WORK 😭😩

18+ mdni

note: mmm nonnie just think about it!!!!

imagine being hyung line's higher up, often looked with admiration and respect by others in the office because of your position, but what the employees don't know is the fact that each of them like to fuck you real good in your office !!!!!!!

Heeseung is like a partner to you, your right hand man, the person you'd go to when you need to deal with heaps of documents and tasks to at least keep you at bay.

And in return you'd let him fuck your throat real good and make sure his cock memorizes how it feels being wrapped around by your warm cavern, dripping with saliva and drool, somehow finding a way to force your throat deeper down his dick so good you dont even know if it's possible. He'd make sure to fuck it real hard you'd be hoarse during your next group meeting just to poke teases and fun at you afterwards.

Jay, more firm, and definitely sharp, rather wanting to express his appreciation silently through acts of good workmanship, such as bringing you coffee and offering to take over charge for other employees to keep you on your feet during busy weeks.

And in return you'd let him fuck you onto your work table, legs mounted on his shoulders without bothering to put important documents to the side, making sure he'll cum over and over inside you until your belly bulges against your high waisted pencil skirt. Your company had soon complained to you in the future about how much paper has been wasted, probably from you having to secretly reprint several documents due to both of your juices ruining them.

Jake's like a typical golden retriever, open to obeying you, not hesitating to do tasks when told, and his attendance is nearly perfect, as well as helping others around him no matter the status. And he never forgets to greet you or give you a short relay of everything you need to do for the week.

In return you'd let him eat you out, stuffed up in some random room in the building, the more you cum the deeper he burrows his nose into your poor and abused cunt without pause. His whimpers and pants turning you on and sending your already overstimulated cunt a new bolt of pleasure and wetness. Even when you're crying and thrashing against his face, he just won't let up, only looking at you with that grin, only to plunge back in to fuck you with his tongue a little harder. Janitors have been complaining about odd sticky stains around random rooms, though you don't dare address it.

Sunghoon, one of your younger employees, despite not being so engaging and rather silent, he's sharp and gets his work done without struggle, submitting his tasks to you earlier than intended and seeing his gaze linger a little too long on you before he quietly offers to take over other people's unfinished tasks to get closer to you.

In return you'd let him in, letting him fuck your holes for every task he'd finish, making sure to get the chance to cum anywhere in or on you to grab what he can when he knows the others are doing the exact same. He's watched you fucked them, memorizing what pleasures you the most, and whispering how he'd do so much better than them, how you only need him and he could fulfill every part of you. Employees have started to question why tasks are suddenly being dismissed from them, not knowing you secretly allow sunghoon to accomplish them all just to get a chance to fuck you in that lust filled office room of yours.

After giving them back what you owe all the time, coming into work so sore and so open, your mind riddled with thoughts of all four of them, you wonder if they'd be willing to fuck you all at once.

Yet you know how taboo these work dynamics are, are you really willing to put your career on the line for some quick fucks?

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i was just gonna post this by itself until nonnie said this and decided to just answer their ask with the little drabble i made for no doubt

bro jake and heeseung were so insane i literally busted a nut

sorry i went mia for a bit luvs</3

[enree9h]

TRICK OR TREAT | sjy

PAIRING : nerdstalker!Jake x afab!reader

SYNOPSIS : you're all out of treats and now Jake wants a trick out of you.

WARNINGS : short fic (and almost plotless), dubcon, mentions of stalking, (if that makes you uncomfortable, don't read), p in v, kissing, making out, unprotected s.ex, Jake is a total loser (plus a nerd) and he needs you bad.

MDNI

wc : 1.6k

a/n : freaktober fic?? Planning on writing one for the other hyung line members until Halloween

There came three knocks on his door. The pause between the second and the third one was something he was familiar with. Months of observation is what got him there. Months of observing you, the curve of your hips, the mole on your collarbone, the scar on your inner thigh. Too bad, he thought, you didn't even know who he was. 

So when he walks to his door and swings it open, the autumn breeze brings with it a waft of vanilla- your perfume, the one your sister gifted you for your 21st birthday, he recalls. 

He feels his fingers go cold on the door handle, all the heat getting redirected to his now hardening length. Jake’s dilated pupils were a clear indication of your effect on him. When you heave a sigh and lean against his door, your exhaustion clear as day, he takes his time to gawk at you. 

The fishnet stockings catch his eyes in an instant, he wonders if they were the same pair you'd thrifted from the corner store that one Tuesday afternoon, unaware of his eyes tracking your movements. But that train of thought is soon lost at the sight of your thighs plump against the black net. 

You greet him with a lousy ‘hey’ and Jake gets startled by your voice- its throaty and the rasp makes him want to pull out the photo he had of you on his camera and release all his pent up frustraton of the day. But why opt for the grainy pixelated image when he could clearly have you pinned right below him. 

He wanted to take it slow- gradually slipping into the crowd you surrounded yourself with, maybe going as far as blurting out an awkward introduction to catch your attention. But with you leaning on his door frame with the browns of your hair falling over a size too small black corset top of yours- he couldn't think straight. 

So when you step closer and tease him with a trick-or-treat question he whispers ‘trick’ like a question before his brain could catch up with the panicking of his heart. 

You laugh and tell him he had picked the right option because you were all out of candy and way too tired to hand out any more. But Jake was hyper focused on the way your eyes rolled back when you sighed at the end of that sentence and the way the scent of your raspberry lip gloss reached him. His body was reacting to the thrumming distance between the two of you. 

Jake invites you inside the next second, how could he not when you were clearly ready to crash? When he was moments away from engraving the sight of his fingers sprawled over your thighs in his mind. 

Walking inside you take notice of the area shrouded in black- lights out, windows shut close, silence so thick it felt lifeless and bleak. But maybe that's how life was as a twenty one year old, you thought, recalling the state of your own dorm room. 

Jake watches you. He watches you with the same gaze he'd watched you with for the past six months- it's dark and hollow. His eyes stay trained on you as you walk over to where his bed was. Your eyebrows crinkle and he wonders why but when you plop down on his bed with a light bounce and a shadowed smile, he doesn't let it bother him any further. 

You ask him about his major and when he responds saying its engineering your eyes widen for a split second. Jake takes a note of it and wonders if he was mistaking something for- admiration? 

He decides to test the water by moving to sit beside you. Instantly, whiffs of vanilla invade his system yet again. You lean backwards and fall onto the bed, the hair pooling around your head like a halo. Jake feels light headed and hot, he wants to run his fingers through the mop of your hair, and pull on it. Would it be just the way he’d imagined or more? 

The corset top fits you just right but Jake thinks otherwise. As you lay with your arms over your belly his eyes find your chest- the swell of your tits squeezed behind the laced up cloth drives him to a new high and without another thought his fingers inch closer until you feel the lightest brush of them against your thighs. 

Jake asks you about the whole ordeal of trick or treating and you reply- distracted, with a minute long answer of how Halloween, specifically trick or treating was a total waste of everybody’s time and energy. And how you were basically dragged and threatened by your best friend into doing it.

Focused on the rant bubbling out, you don't feel the cold touch of Jakes's fingers rubbing over your skin. 

On that particular night he was feeling a little more- rash and impulsive so he ran his hands over you until they disappeared under the dark of your skirt. A gasp falls out of your mouth and goosebumps start to dot your skin at the realization but to Jake that sounded like a feather light gasp of approval. 

When you go silent mid rant Jake is jerked out of his fantasies but his hands never leave your skin. He looks down at you, the glow from the streetlight leaves only half your face illuminated. 

You say his name in a hushed whisper, it is feeble and weak. He would have missed it if it weren't for him being so inwardly drawn to anything and everything that was you. He hums in response and traces the line of your underwear, his hands under your skirt leave you gasping. 

The room was clouded in darkness but knew he saw lust swirl in your dilating pupils and that was more than enough for him to lean in and grab your lips between his. 

But you don't kiss him back. He moves against you in a weird hurry and you let him. It's almost humiliating and Jake knows it. Breaking his failed kiss he draws back and stares you down until you see slivers of rage swim up to the surface of his clouded eyes. 

The next time he kisses you he doesn't go slow, he doesn't go easy. His lips are smashed against yours. All groans of disapproval from you go unheard.

Jake groans into your mouth when his knuckles graze your core and the cotton comes away wet. Without wasting a second he is slipping your legs out of it all while his tongue silences your whimpers. 

You go silent when his finger comes in contact with your clit, his thumb rubbing mind numbing circles on your throbbing bud leaves you arching your back, breathless for more. Jake relishes in the feeling, in the feel of your tits pressed flush against his chest. And it only leaves him dying for more. 

He recalls the state he'd been in for the past six months- pathetic and desperate, stroking himself to the blurry pictures of you he'd snapped in broad daylight. He recalls all the times he'd been a whimpering mess at the thought of your thighs wrapped around his head, his heat buried deep inside your pulsating hole. 

When you fall back down on the mattress it felt like he was losing you and Jake was not going to let you slip past when you'd literally and metaphorically come knocking on his door. 

His fingers are driven inside your wetness, not one but three at once and you are screaming into the autumn air, biting your hand, squirming under him.

He curses at himself for not having his phone nearby, oh how he would’ve given anything and everything to capture your flushed face and the squelching sounds of his fingers pumping in and out of you. 

When you utter a quick “I'm close” between gasps of pleasure, Jake pulls his fingers out and licks them clean. You watch him dwell in the taste of you on his tongue, it's almost as if he's savouring it. You are left slightly rattled nevertheless the image of him- the ruffled state of his hair and the sight of his glasses perched on the bridge of his nose as his fingers left his mouth with a gentle ‘pop’- clean and wet. It left behind its imprint. 

Jake pulls down his zipper and frees himself with a groan. You want to stop him and make him look for a condom but it was too late. He was already inside you, stretching you around his girth, parting your thighs. 

He's thrusting into you with blind eros, the headboards creak but Jake is focused on the bulge in your lower belly. He loves the sight, the feel, the sounds of you crying his name out. His brain is foggy and blank, the only thought was that of you and your tits bouncing against the tight lining of the corset.

Jake wants to mark the date and maybe he would go around to do just that. 

His hips plunge into your trembling ones until they finally go still with a jerk. Jake glances down, his panting fogs the air and scoffs at the sight of his release dripping down your inner thigh and onto his bed. He really wanted to snap a picture of it- of your throbbing clit, of your skin flushed red, of you beneath him, gasping for air. 

He bends down to press a quick kiss against your lips and teases you by mentioning how you actually stuck with the “trick” part of trick or treating. And how you had never exactly run out of treats for him. 

Maybe Halloween wasn't such a waste of time after all, at least not for Jake. How could it have been, everything was planned after all.

[choiyawnzjun]

୨୧ pairing ; boyfriendsyoungerbrother!jake x afab!reader

୨୧ sypnosis ; you vowed to yourself you’d never have sex with jake ever again. so.. you started ghosting him, ignoring him and stopped visiting your boyfriends house so you wouldn’t see him again. well…

୨୧ warnings ; sex in the same room as her boyfriend, reader on top, fingering, creampie, orgasm denial once

୨୧ genre ; smut, 18+

୨୧ wc ; 1804

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you could already feel yourself getting wetter and wetter by the second, you were so embarrassed that your boyfriend would suddenly take the blanket off you and see jake’s hand on you but the thought of him seeing gave you shocks of excitement.

his speed slow until you started to fidget. that’s when he really increased his speed. his hand went through a gap in your shorts since they were a bit big on you and your soaking panties made him laugh aloud.

you felt tons and gallons of guilt throwing a heavy weight onto your shoulders. you feel awful, terribly awful. but you desperately need more.

you tried to avoid jake after that, ignoring his texts and going to your boyfriends house less frequently to lessen the risk of seeing jake there. your boyfriend had asked you a couple of times if something was up since it’d been a couple weeks you’ve hung out at his house, you used to go there a lot as you prefer homely date nights and whatnot than ones where you have to go out all the time.

you told your boyfriend that uni was just stressing you out right now and that you’d visit more often soon. but, in reality, the real reason you didn’t wanna visit is because ever since that ‘one time’ thing with jake, you’d grown a huge neediness towards him, you want to feel him, you want him to just touch you, that’s all.

you tried to forget about it but you just can’t and if you see jake all of a sudden then all the vivid images will come spilling into your brain once again. also, you can’t just do that to your boyfriend.

well…

your boyfriend forced you to come over this time, he thought you were really stressed out and suggested you take a break and wind down at the movie night he prepared. he had also ordered some food in and asked if you wanted some alcohol as he was going to go to the kitchen to get some for himself but you declined, you didn’t feel like getting drunk.

when you first arrived, jake had opened the door, but there was no time to properly greet him or talk to him because your boyfriend had barged in front of him and yeah. you guys were watching a genre you both liked which was horror. sure, a lot of people like it but it’s just that good of a movie genre.

anyway, after 30 minutes of the first movie, jake came downstairs and went to the kitchen and he had just taken a shower since there was a wet towel resting on his shoulder and his hair was wet. for some reason, you thought he looked much more attractive with wet hair and you realised you were staring for a bit too long.

when you finally got back to reality, jake was also staring at you, leaning against the doorway of the kitchen. he just had this smirk displayed on his face as the eye contact still went on.

the microwave started beeping and you could smell the popcorn jake was making.

wait, is he just gonna watch with you both?

he came back to the living room with the bag of popcorn and casually sat next to you. your boyfriend was a little scared but his eyes were glued to the screen so his attention span to other things wasn’t well.

you blankly stared at jake again, your brain was being invaded by the sudden flashbacks of when you were with jake. oh, it felt so good yet you can’t do it again. never. never ever.

“hm? you want some?” jake snapped you from your thoughts, offering you the popcorn he made. you shook your head and mumbled a quiet ‘no’ then twisted your head to try to focus on the movie.

you were focused on it for about 10 minutes until you felt a hand on your bare thigh under the blanket your boyfriend gave you. it was obviously jake's hand. he slowly traced circles on your thigh before riding his hand up along it, massaging the flesh.

he was focused on the movie with a blank expression on his face when you glanced over at him, acting like he wasn’t doing anything to you at all.

you couldn’t even focus on the movie anymore with his hand resting on your thigh. another 10 minutes passed and his hand found its way to your clothed pussy. your shorts and panties restricting jake from touching you properly.

you immediately peered to your boyfriend who was also still invested in the movie, absolutely clueless to what his dearest younger brother was doing right now. jake rubbed you slowly at first making you slightly surprised that he was doing this right now in the same room as his brother.

you could already feel yourself getting wetter and wetter by the second, you were so embarrassed that your boyfriend would suddenly take the blanket off you and see jake’s hand on you but the thought of him seeing gave you shocks of excitement.

his speed slowly until you started to fidget. that’s when he really increased his speed. his hand went through a gap in your shorts since they were a bit big on you and your soaking panties made him laugh aloud.

jake’s short laugh broke his brothers eye contact with the tv, your boyfriend turning to look at jake weirdly. nothing funny had happened in the horror movie so he was confused as to why his younger brother was laughing randomly.

“it’s literally just a chase scene, how is that funny?” your boyfriends eyebrows were furrowed and he had a slight hint of irritation in his tone.

“nah, bro, i just remembered something.” jake shooed the attention away from him, his brother shrugging and going back to the movie, eyes narrowed to the screen.

jake hooked his fingers under your panties, his fingers were slightly cold so it made you jolt for a second. eyes still glued to the screen, he continued rubbing on your wet clit as he acted like nothing was going on the outside. you squeezed your thighs together, wanting more but also wanting him to stop since you were right next to his brother.

all of a sudden, jake plunged two fingers inside you, making you yelp unexpectedly which also made your sleepy boyfriend jump and turn to look at you.

“baby, you’re not scared, are you?” jake’s older brother laughed, he sounded really tired and next thing you knew when you went to peer at him, he was already passed out, snoring.

you decided to still ‘air’ what jake was doing there, daring not to make a sound. your chest softly heaving up and down while clenching the blanket that covered everything from your waist and down.

jake suddenly got closer to you as he brought his lips closer to your ear, making you shiver slightly. he was still pumping his fingers inside you, using his other hand to pry your weak thighs open.

”i didn’t know you would be like this, noona. my brother is right next to you.” he chuckled, you pursed your lips together and shut your eyes tightly as your orgasm was right around the corner, for some reason, jake’s fingers felt better than last time and you were too lost in the pleasure to wonder why.

oh, so, so, so close..

your eyes shut open in surprise, the sudden feeling of emptiness while jake was sucking your slick off his fingers, making you feel shy for a bit. you checked to see if your boyfriend was still fast sleep and, fortunately, yes. he was.

“jake, why? i was so close.” you whined, trying to keep your voice as quiet a`as possible which meant the proximity between your face and his was kept to a minimum.

jake shifted beside you, tugging down his sweatpants to show the painful boner he had down there.

“sorry, i just really wanna be inside you.” he apologised, he tugged down his underwear, his hard-on slapping against his abdomen. his tip was glistening with pre-cum and you just… you were just so desperate right now.

you checked to see if your boyfriend was still sound asleep, worrying he’ll obviously find out. jake patted his lap and led you on top of him. you were completely dumbfounded and lost in your desperate, horny self that there was a tiny part of you that didn’t care one bit.

so, you stood up to move away from your snoozing boyfriend. your heart has never beat this fast before, you could hear the pounding of your chest in your ears. you felt scared but you were also excited and you had no idea why. did you really like all of this? yes. you did.

you lined yourself up against jake’s leaking cock that needed your attention. you both let out soft sighs of relief once you finally sunk yourself down on him.

”fuck, i actually missed this feeling.” jake let out, his hands wandering over to your hips, lightly controlling your movement as you used him to get you to your high. god, it felt so good. so good that you accidentally let too loud of a moan, quickly covering your mouth, your eyes quickly shifted their attention to your dearest, loving boyfriend who was still sound asleep comfortably.

”mmh, baby, i want you to look at me only.” jake’s hand turned your head towards him lazily, he really loved you on top of him, moving however you want and just the way you like.

”but, jake, what if he really wakes up?” now you were just starting to worry about everything but all those thoughts suddenly vanished when jake started thrusting up, holding you down. your hands immediately went to his shoulders, pursing your lips together. you were already so close since your last orgasm was denied and jake was once again hitting that spot you loved so much and he very well knew that even though you guys have only fucked once before this. your boyfriend didn’t know your body this well and you guys have been together for ages now.

”m’ really close.” you softly whined in jake’s ear, wrapping your arms around him.

”shit, me too. cum with me, yeah, baby?” he grunted, still holding onto your hips to make you meet his sharp thrusts. you felt his cock start to twitch and with just a few more thrusts, you came together.

“oh my-.. fucks sake.” he panted, leaning his head back against the soft sofa that was probably already ruined from the sweat and slick you both were giving off. you lay your body against him, feeling too tired to even get up and sort yourself out.

until..

”___..” you heard your boyfriend mumble, you immediately got up, fixing your shorts while jake hurriedly did the same. you looked over at jake’s brother just to see him shift in his sleep, peacefully.

suddenly, you felt something dripping down your leg. your eyes glanced down to see yours and jakes cum spilling from your wet hole and down your right leg. jake followed your gaze.

”shit, that’s so hot.” he chuckled while you teasingly punched his arm.

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ENHA HARD HOURS: reaction to you tying them up. bf!enhypen x f!reader cw (18+ MDNI) : bondage, nippleplay, overstim, degradation, facesitting, cockslapping, humiliation, crying big fat tears, swearing so explicit no words for my ovulation demon fic obvs

𝐋𝐞𝐞 𝐇𝐞𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐮𝐧𝐠

Heeseung thought this would be easy.

When you straddled his hips and secured the restraints around his wrists, he just grinned, stretching his arms like he was comfortable, like this was just a fun little game that he was going to win.

“Damn, baby,” he chuckled, smirking up at you. “You really wanna keep me in place that bad?”

But now?

Now, Heeseung isn’t smirking anymore.

He’s panting, his chest heaving, his wrists straining against the restraints because he desperately, desperately needs to touch you. But he can’t. He’s completely at your mercy, and fuck, it is killing him.

His cock is already so hard it hurts, flushed deep red, thick and leaking, the veins along the shaft standing out with every desperate pulse. It’s long, perfectly curved, the kind of dick that feels dangerous—one that stretches you so deep it makes your legs shake every time.

It’s twitching in anticipation, the swollen tip glistening, because you’re kneeling between his legs, your hands wrapped around the base, and Heeseung is fucking dying.

“F-fuck, baby,” he breathes, his voice wrecked, his head pressing back against the pillows. “Please—”

You hum, tilting your head as you drag your thumb over his slit, spreading the wetness, watching the way his thighs clench in response.

“You’re already shaking,” you murmur, pressing a soft, teasing kiss to his tip.

Heeseung lets out a helpless little whimper, his lip trembling, his eyes fluttering closed as he tugs at the restraints again.

“I—fuck, I can’t,” he gasps. “Let me touch you—please, baby, please—”

You just grin, your breath hot against his aching cock, before you finally wrap your lips around him—slow, wet, torturously soft.

He whines.

Like, full-body tremble, desperate, broken fucking whines.

“Ohhh, f-fuck, baby—”* His voice shakes, his head lolling to the side, his mouth falling open, his brows furrowing tight in pleasure.

You take him deeper, your tongue dragging along the underside, your throat tight around him, and Heeseung lets out a wrecked sob, his hips jerking up involuntarily.

“Shit—s-shit, I—” His fingers curl tight in the restraints, his muscles locking up, his face a perfect mix of agony and bliss as he tries so fucking hard not to come already.

His Adam’s apple bobs, his jaw clenching, his eyelashes fluttering as he struggles to keep his eyes on you, watching the way your lips stretch around his cock, the way your tongue flicks so perfectly over his slit.

“Oh my f-fucking god,” he gasps, his whole body jerking, his thighs trembling hard.

You pull off with a slow, wet pop, licking the tip, smirking as his hips twitch beneath you.

“You look so good like this, baby,” you murmur, letting your tongue drag over the thick vein along his shaft, savoring the way his abs clench tight in response.

Heeseung lets out a shaky breath, his fingers gripping at nothing, his head tilting back sharply.

“Y-you’re—”* he chokes out, voice so wrecked it barely sounds like him anymore. “You’re so fucking evil—”

You just laugh softly, before taking him all the way down, your throat swallowing around him, sucking deep and slow.

It fucking breaks him.

“Ohhh—fuck, f-fuck, baby, I—” His voice cracks, his entire body locking up, his muscles going rigid as he yanks at the restraints, so fucking desperate to grab you, to pull your hair, to hold onto something—but he can’t.

All he can do is take it.

“Fucking hell, I—oh my god—” Heeseung’s brows furrow so tight, his jaw slack, his thighs trembling violently as he fights it—as he fights losing himself completely.

But when you swallow around him again, moaning softly, Heeseung lets out a shattered sob, his head thrown back, his throat exposed, his hips jerking helplessly.

“I’m—I’m gonna—fuck, fuck, baby, I—”

You suck him down one more time, hard and deep, and Heeseung breaks completely, his whole body arching off the bed, his mouth falling open in a silent scream as he comes so hard he nearly blacks out.

You swallow everything, sucking gently, working him through it, feeling the way his thighs shake violently, the way his body shudders beneath you, completely fucking wrecked.

When you finally pull back, pressing a soft, teasing kiss to his oversensitive tip, Heeseung lets out a weak, breathless laugh, his chest still rising and falling heavily.

You smirk, trailing your fingers up his stomach, watching the way his abs clench in overstimulation.

“Still think this was gonna be easy?” you tease, voice all sweetness and innocence.

Heeseung just lets out a shaky exhale, his arms going completely limp in the restraints, his face still blissed-out and wrecked.

Then, finally, his head lolls to the side, and he lets out a low, exhausted groan.

“Never fucking again,” he mutters, his voice hoarse as hell. “Never—fucking—again—am I letting you tie me up.”

You just grin, untying his wrists, pressing a soft, mocking kiss to his forehead.

“Sure, baby.”

But you both know he’s lying.

𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐉𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐠

Jay has always been a giver.

It’s just the way he is

Right now, he’s tied up beneath you, completely helpless, his wrists bound tightly to the headboard, his broad chest rising and falling in shaky, uneven breaths, his jaw clenched so fucking tight he looks like he might actually lose his mind.

You’re riding him slow, rolling your hips in deep, dragging circles, feeling every inch of him stretch you perfectly, every little vein and ridge pressing inside you just right—but you never let him have more.

You keep it lazy, keep it slow, torturing him with every single movement.

“You look so fucking good like this, baby,” you murmur, leaning down, letting your lips brush over his ear, your breath hot against his feverish skin.

Jay lets out a wrecked, shuddering exhale, his fingers flexing uselessly against the restraints, his muscles tensing so hard you can feel them rippling beneath you.

“Can’t even touch me,” you continue, mocking, grinding down just a little harder, feeling the way his cock twitches inside you at the words.

His throat bobs, his lips parting, his eyes completely blown out, a desperate, frantic glaze taking over his normally confident expression.

“F-fuck,” he chokes out, his head tilting back, his biceps straining against the silk ties, yanking just enough to test them—but not enough to break free.

Because Jay is too good, too willing to give you whatever you want.

You just want to ruin him.

“You’re always so in control, aren’t you, baby?” you purr, dragging your nails down his chest, watching the way his abs clench and flex under your touch.

“Always making sure I feel good first?” Your nails scratch lightly over his nipples, and his breath stutters, his thighs twitching beneath you.

“Always such a good husband for me.”

Jay lets out a wrecked, filthy groan, his head tilting to the side, his jaw going slack, his lips parting on a helpless, choked-out moan as he bucks up instinctively—but you press your hand against his stomach, forcing him still.

He whimpers.

Actually, fucking whimpers.

Fuck, you love it.

“Look at you, baby,” you whisper, mocking. “All tied up and still trying to take care of me.”

Jay gasps, his body shuddering beneath you, his cock pulsing so hard inside you that you can feel him losing control.

“You wanna fuck me so bad, don’t you?” you murmur, letting your tongue flick out against his earlobe, biting down softly, dragging your nails down his arms where he’s straining against the ties.

“Wanna hold my hips, wanna flip me over and fuck me into the mattress, right?”

Jay groans—loud, deep, so wrecked it makes your whole body tighten around him.

“Fuck—fuck, baby, I—” His voice catches, his chest heaving, his hands clenching into fists as he struggles, trembles, tries so hard to hold himself together.

“Can’t, baby—”* he gasps, eyes squeezing shut, his head tilting back sharply. “Can’t—can’t take it—”

You grin, shifting forward, grinding down deeper, your lips brushing over his panting mouth, just barely not kissing him.

“You don’t get to take anything,” you whisper, cruel and sweet all at once, dragging your tongue along the seam of his lips before pulling away.

“You get what I give you.”

Jay sobs..

His whole body tenses violently, his breath coming in sharp, broken gasps, his thighs trembling uncontrollably beneath you.

“Please,” he gasps, his voice wrecked and desperate, his hips jerking up helplessly, his abs clenching. “Please, baby—let me—fuck, I need—please—”

You finally, finally, give him what he wants.

You start bouncing on his cock, fast, relentless, taking him deep and rough, making his headboard slam into the wall, and Jay fucking screams, his voice breaking, his eyes rolling back so hard all you see is white.

“F-fuck—fuck, I—I’m—” His entire body tenses, his muscles locking up, his jaw going slack, his fingers clawing at the restraints as he loses himself completely, coming so hard inside you it makes his thighs shake violently beneath you.

His whole body trembles, his lips parting around silent, choked-out moans, and you ride him through it, slowing down, grinding deep as he whimpers softly, his breath coming in sharp, erratic gasps.

When he finally comes back down, he just lays there, completely limp, his skin flushed deep red, his body still twitching from aftershocks, his head lolling to the side.

You reach up, untying the restraints, letting his arms fall to the bed, completely useless and weak, and he just groans, his lips parted, his entire body wrecked beyond belief.

After a long, breathless pause, he turns his head slightly, staring at you, eyes still glassy and dazed.

Then, finally, he lets out a weak, hoarse laugh, voice so fucked-out and exhausted it’s almost adorable.

You grin, pressing a kiss to his sweaty, overheated chest, tracing a finger down his still-trembling stomach.

“Still think you’re the one who’s always in control, baby?”

Jay just lets out a shaky exhale, tilting his head back against the pillows, a lazy, satisfied smirk forming on his lips.“I think,” he breathes, grinning, “I just fell even more in love with you.”

𝐒𝐢𝐦 𝐉𝐚𝐞𝐲𝐮𝐧

Jake is so fucking frustrated he’s actually about to start kicking and screaming like a toddler.

He thought this was going to be fun—that you’d tie him up, tease him a little, then let him have you.

Oh, how wrong he was.

He’s tied to the bed, his wrists secured tightly, his body slick with sweat, his abs tensing uncontrollably, and you’re just hovering over him, your wetness dragging against the head of his cock, so fucking close but not giving him anything.

Jake is losing his fucking mind.

“Baby—baby, I swear to fucking God—” His voice is wrecked, raspy, and thick with frustration, his arms pulling against the restraints, his fingers flexing like he’s actually about to rip them apart.

You just smirk, dragging your nails down his trembling stomach, feeling the way his muscles clench violently.

“What’s wrong, baby?” you whisper, tilting your head, mocking him. “You look so… tense.”

Jake lets out a high, desperate groan, his thighs twitching, his cock throbbing angrily, a sharp pulse running through him every time you roll your hips just enough to tease.

“You fucking—”* he gasps, his eyes wild and unfocused, his lips swollen from biting them so hard, his hips jerking up just for you to press him back down.

“I swear to fucking GOD,” he growls, thrashing against the restraints, his head pressing into the pillow, his voice shaking. “If you don’t sit the fuck down on my cock right now—baby, I will scream so fucking loud the neighbors will call the fucking cops—”

Your eyes widen, caught between shock and amusement, and before he can say another word, you slap a hand over his mouth, muffling his wrecked little gasps, and shove two fingers past his lips.

Jake chokes on a whimper, his whole body arching violently, his tongue immediately latching onto your fingers, sucking so hungrily, so filthy, his cheeks hollowing out as he moans around them.

“That’s better,” you murmur, watching the way his eyes flutter, the way his breath stutters, the way his hips keep twitching desperately beneath you, like he physically can’t control himself anymore.

His fingers curl into fists, his chest rising and falling in ragged, uneven breaths, his thighs trembling uncontrollably as he moans around your fingers, his whole body writhing beneath you.

“Such a fucking brat,” you purr, dragging your free hand down his throat, wrapping your fingers around it just enough to make him shudder.

“Always so fucking mouthy, always acting up—”* you press your fingers down slightly on his tongue, feeling the way it writhes against you, hot and slick, the way his lips tremble around them.

“Now look at you,” you mock, grinding down just a little, just enough to let the head of his cock push inside you, squeezing tight around the tip—but not letting him have more.

Jake screams into your hand, his back arching off the bed, his fingers flexing violently in the restraints, his whole body on the verge of breaking.

“F-fuck—fuck, I—please—”* his voice is a mess, muffled and wrecked, his hips jerking up wildly, but you slap his thigh hard, making him yelp into your palm.

“No, baby,” you breathe, smirking, pressing your wet fingers deeper into his mouth, feeling his tongue swirl desperately around them.

“You don’t get to act like a little fucking menace and still get what you want.”

Jake whines, actually whines, high and desperate, his eyes rolling back slightly, his breath coming in shaky, choked-out sobs.

“Y-you’re—oh, fuck—you’re so fucking mean,” he gasps, his words slurred around your fingers, drool slipping down the corner of his mouth, his whole body trembling like he’s on the verge of breaking completely.

You grin, finally pulling your fingers from his mouth, dragging them down his heaving chest, feeling the way his skin burns beneath your touch.

“Oh, baby,” you whisper, your lips ghosting over his ear, your voice sickly sweet and cruel.

“You haven’t even seen mean yet.”

Then, without warning, you slam yourself down onto him, taking him all the way in one deep, brutal motion.

Jake screams.

Not moans. Not groans.

A full, raw, broken scream, his head snapping back, his eyes rolling back so violently you almost think he passed out, his fingers pulling against the restraints like he’s trying to rip himself free.

“F-fuck—fuck, f-fuck, I—”* his voice cracks, his hips jolting up wildly, his whole body tensing violently beneath you, like he’s teetering on the edge of cumming already.

You don’t let him.

You slow down, grinding instead of bouncing, rolling your hips in deep, torturous circles, feeling the way his cock twitches inside you, the way his thighs jerk helplessly, the way his breath comes out in weak, shaky gasps.

“You feel so fucking good like this, baby,” you whisper, dragging your nails down his chest, watching the way his stomach jumps under your touch, the way his lips tremble helplessly.

��Completely helpless, completely mine.”

Jake sobs, full-body shaking, his wrists pulling so hard at the restraints that the headboard is knocking against the wall, his hips stuttering violently.

“B-baby, please—fuck, I—”* he gasps, choking on his own moans, his voice so hoarse, so destroyed. “I c-can’t—please, please—”

You grin, dragging your tongue up his throat, biting down hard on his racing pulse, making his whole body jolt violently beneath you.

“Aww, baby,” you mock, grinding down even harder, feeling the way he chokes on a wrecked little cry, his whole body convulsing.

“Are you gonna cry for me?”

Jake screams, his thighs clenching beneath you, his cock pulsing so violently inside you that you know he’s seconds from breaking completely.

“I—I’m gonna—f-fuck, fuck, I—baby, baby, please, let me—”

You slam your hips down one last time, and Jake breaks completely, thrashing beneath you, his breath coming in desperate, choked-out sobs, his whole body tensing so hard it shakes the bed.

And when he finally goes limp, completely wrecked, his chest heaving, his throat raw, his body still twitching from the aftershocks, you grin, running a lazy hand over his sweat-slick stomach.

“See, baby?” you hum sweetly, pressing a soft kiss to his panting mouth.

“That’s what you get for being a fucking brat.”

𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐒𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐧

Sunghoon didn’t take you seriously at all.

When you told him about your friend tying up her boyfriend and ruining him, he just blinked at you, his expression bored, unimpressed.

“Okay?” he had said, scrolling through his phone.

You narrowed your eyes. “That’s it? No reaction?”

“What do you want me to say?” He finally looked at you, tilting his head lazily. “I mean, it’s not that crazy. You tie the guy up, tease him a little, make him beg, then fuck him. Right?”

You licked your lips, leaning in. “You think you could handle it?”

Sunghoon snorted, smirking as he leaned back against the couch. “Baby, please. I could handle you with my hands tied behind my back.”

Your smile turned dangerous.

“Then let’s find out.”

But in reality, Sunghoon is fucked.

His wrists are tied above his head, stretched tight, his chest slick with sweat, his abs flexing uncontrollably as you ride him with no mercy, bouncing on his cock, taking him deep, rough, and fast.

He literally hasn’t said a word in ten minutes.

At first, he grunted, let out those deep, guttural groans, his thighs tensing, his body shaking beneath you as he tried so hard to hold on.

His jaw is slack, his lips parted, his eyes completely unfocused, so fucking gone that he can barely even breathe properly.

“Too much, baby?” you mock, dragging your nails down his sweaty chest, watching his muscles twitch violentlybeneath your touch.

Sunghoon just nods frantically, his breath catching, his fingers curling uselessly against the restraints as his hips twitch up, completely involuntary, completely desperate.

“But you’re taking it so well,” you purr, grinding down deep, rolling your hips slow and heavy, making him feel every inch of you.

Sunghoon lets out a choked, breathless groan, his thighs trembling violently, his whole body locking up beneath you.

“G-gonna—f-fuck—”* His voice finally breaks, and then—

He comes so fucking hard that his whole body tenses violently, his head snapping back against the pillow, his chest heaving as his cock pulses inside you, filling you so deep you swear you feel it everywhere.

But you don’t stop.

Not even when his thighs twitch, not even when his stomach spasms, not even when his breath stutters violently, too overstimulated, too much, too good.

You just slow down, rolling your hips deep, teasing, milking him through it, your nails dragging over his flushed skin, your lips tracing down his chest—

You pull off him completely.

Sunghoon lets out a sharp, broken breath, his whole body trembling, but before he can even process what’s happening, your hand wraps around his cock, slick and so fucking sensitive, and you start stroking him all over again.

His head snaps up instantly, his eyes wild and unfocused, his lips parting on a silent, breathless moan as his body jolts violently beneath you.

“W-wait—fuck, baby—”* His voice catches, but you ignore him, leaning down, letting your lips brush over his flushed skin, your tongue flicking over his already-sensitive nipple.

You bite down.

Hard.

Sunghoon shouts—the first full sentence he’s spoken all night—

“Are you out of your fucking mind?!—”*

You just grin, suck harder, dragging your nails down his quivering stomach, feeling the way his cock twitches uncontrollably in your grip, his whole body rocking with overstimulation.

“Oh, baby,” you mock, licking the bruise forming on his swollen, overstimulated nipple, squeezing his cock just right, watching his abs flex violently.

“I haven’t even gotten started yet.”

Sunghoon lets out a wrecked, helpless moan, his breath coming in frantic gasps, his head thrashing to the side, but you just lick a slow, teasing stripe up his throat, biting another dark hickey into the soft skin just below his jaw.

“Everyone’s gonna see that one, baby,” you whisper, grinning against his feverish skin.

Sunghoon just shudders violently, his eyes fluttering shut, his jaw going slack as his cock pulses in your grip, his breath coming out in sharp, erratic gasps.

“Ohhh, f-fuck—fuck, I—”* His whole body locks up, his fingers weakly twitching, his thighs spasming— he comes again, his hips jerking helplessly, his chest rising sharply, his lips trembling from how hard he’s shaking beneath you.

But you don’t stop.

Not until he’s come four whole times, his breath ragged and uneven, his body twitching violently, his lips parted in silent, choked-out sobs, his wrists weakly flexing against the restraints.

When you finally, finally untie him, letting his arms drop, he just lays there, completely limp, his chest heaving, his eyes unfocused.

After a long, shaky exhale, he blinks up at you, his face completely wrecked.

Then, finally, he lets out a hoarse, breathless laugh, his voice weak and ruined.

“You milked me dry like a fucking cow.”*

You just grin, pressing a soft, tender kiss to his damp forehead, brushing his hair out of his face.

“You were perfect, baby,” you whisper sweetly, kissing him like he’s the most magnificent, precious thing in the world.

Sunghoon lets out a tired, shaky exhale, his body still trembling beneath you, his eyes fluttering shut.

“There’s something fucking wrong with you,” he mutters.

You just laugh, kissing his jawline, his nose, his flushed cheeks.

𝐊𝐢𝐦 𝐒𝐮𝐧𝐨𝐨

Sunoo was always dramatic, but this?

This was a new level.

“You want to tie me up?” He gasped, clutching his chest, staring at you like you’d just suggested burning his wardrobe. “Baby, are you planning on murdering me?”

You rolled your eyes, straddling his lap and pinching his cheek, making him pout even harder.

“No, baby,” you murmured, running your fingers down his jaw, tilting his chin up. “I just wanna see you squirm.”

Sunoo huffed, looking anywhere but at you, but you caught the way his throat bobbed, the way his fingers twitched slightly against your thighs.

“I don’t squirm,” he said stubbornly.

You smirked, leaning in, whispering against his lips—

“We’ll see about that.”

An hour later, Sunoo is tied up and completely fucked out, his wrists bound tightly to the headboard, his chest rising and falling in uneven, shallow breaths, his pretty lips swollen from all the pouting and whining he’s been doing.

But the best part?

He still hasn’t cum.

You’ve been playing with him for what feels like forever, keeping him on edge, bringing him right to the brink of release, then pulling away at the last second—again and again and again..

His cheeks are flushed deep pink, his eyelashes damp with unshed tears, his thighs trembling as he tugs uselessly at the restraints.

“B-baby, please—” His voice is soft, desperate, breathless, his lips trembling as he squirms beneath you.

You grin, dragging your nails down his stomach, watching the way his body jolts violently at the sensation.

“Please what?” you murmur, your fingers hovering over his leaking cock, but not touching him at all.

Sunoo whimpers, his hips twitching helplessly, his fingers clenching into fists.

“I—”* he gasps, his head tilting back, his pretty throat exposed and begging for attention, his chest rising sharply.

You take advantage of it, leaning down, pressing a soft, open-mouthed kiss to the delicate skin just below his collarboe, sucking until you know it’ll leave a mark.

Sunoo gasps sharply, his whole body tensing beneath you, his breath stuttering as a wrecked little whimper slips past his lips.

“You’re so mean,” he pouts, his voice cracking on the last word, his wrists twisting against the ties like he wants to throw a tantrum.

You just smile, letting your lips trail down his collarbone, over his flushed chest, lower and lower.

“Oh—fuck—” His voice breaks completely, his eyes squeezing shut, his thighs snapping together in frustration.

“Oh, baby,” you murmur, kissing your way down his chest, your hand finally, finally wrapping around his aching cock. “You’re shaking.”

Sunoo lets out the most desperate little noise, his breath catching, his whole body going taut beneath you.

“B-baby—”* he gasps, his voice so high and sweet and helpless it makes you clench around nothing.

“Shhh,” you coo, stroking him slow, torturous, teasing, feeling the way his cock twitches uncontrollably in your grip. “Be my good boy and take it.”

Sunoo whimpers, his fingers flexing uselessly, his breath coming in short, frantic little gasps.

“I—I c-can’t—”

“Yes, you can, baby,” you whisper, dragging your thumb over the swollen, sensitive tip, watching as his stomach tenses sharply, his breath stuttering in his throat.

Sunoo shakes his head frantically, his lips trembling, his eyes squeezed shut so tight that tears slip down his cheeks.

“B-baby, please—p-please, I—I need to—”

You lean in, lips brushing against his ear, your voice soft, teasing, dripping in affection—

“Then cum for me, baby.”

Sunoo lets out a sharp, shattered little cry, his entire body seizing up, his thighs clenching, his fingers curling into fists, his mouth falling open in a breathless, high-pitched moan as he finally, finally spills over your hand.

His chest heaves, his wrists straining weakly against the restraints, his whole body convulsing violently as he rides it out, his breath coming in ragged, uneven sobs.

When it’s over, when he finally collapses against the sheets, completely limp and wrecked, you untie his wrists, massaging the delicate skin where the fabric had been.

Sunoo’s eyes flutter open, dazed and glassy, his lips still parted, his breath still unsteady.

“You,” he breathes, his voice barely above a whisper, “are actually evil.”

You just laugh softly, pressing kisses to his damp forehead, his flushed cheeks, his trembling lips.

“But you were so good for me, baby,” you murmur, cupping his face, kissing him like he’s the most precious thing in the world.

Sunoo huffs, rolling his eyes dramatically, but his arms immediately wrap around your waist, pulling you against his chest.

“Yeah, yeah,” he mutters, his voice weak and breathless. “Now shut up and hold me.”

You just smile, curling up against him, feeling his breath slow, his body relax beneath you.

𝐘𝐚𝐧𝐠 𝐉𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐰𝐨𝐧

Jungwon was always so composed.

Always the one in charge, always the one controlling the pace, making you beg, making you squirm, dragging things out just to hear you cry for him.

“You get so cute when you’re desperate,” he had said once, watching you fall apart, mocking you while he kept you on edge for what felt like hours.

“I wonder how long I can make you last before you break.”

That night, you had cried for him.

Tonight, he’s going to cry for you.

You’re going to tear him apart, ruin him so completely that he’ll never, ever try to put you through that again.

By the time you’re finished with him, he won’t just be begging for release—he’ll be begging for mercy.

Looking back it almost makes you laugh because Jungwon is so far gone that it’s almost pathetic.

His wrists are bound tight to the headboard, his fingers curling helplessly, his thighs trembling violently, his cock twitching, untouched, leaking all over himself.

The worst of all?

He hasn’t cum once.

You’ve edged him so many times that his body doesn’t even know how to handle it anymore, his breath coming in frantic, choked-off sobs, his cheeks slick with real, wet, desperate tears.

“P-please—please, f-fuck, I can’t—” His voice is so hoarse, so completely broken, his breath ragged and uneven, his body twitching, shaking, begging for anything.

You just smirk.

“Aww, poor baby,” you mock, gripping his jaw, forcing him to look at you, watching the way his lips tremble.

“You always act so tough.”

You drag your nails down his chest, watching the way his muscles tense, his abs flexing, his stomach spasming involuntarily.

“And now look at you.”

You slap his cock lightly, watching as his hips jolt up violently, his breath catching in a sharp, helpless moan.

“F-fuck—ohh, f-fuck, please, please, baby, I—I n-need—”

You slap him again.

Right on his leaking, swollen tip, precum splattering onto his stomach, his whole body jolting from the impact.

Jungwon screams, his thighs shaking uncontrollably, his wrists yanking at the restraints, but you just laugh softly.

“Oh, you need something?” you taunt, gripping his jaw, forcing him to look at you, watching the way his swollen lips quiver.

“What do you need, slut?”

Jungwon sobs again, completely humiliated, his body betraying him.

“P-please—please, let me cum—please, I c-can’t, I c-can’t—”

You tilt your head, fake pouting.

“Oh, baby,” you whisper, voice sickly sweet, cruel, condescending. “You can’t?”

Then, you grab a fistful of his damp hair, yanking his head back, making his throat expose itself to you, his breath stuttering, a choked-off moan spilling past his lips.

“That’s funny, baby,” you whisper, dragging your tongue up his throat, feeling his pulse hammer violently against your lips.

“Because I remember you making me fucking beg. I remember you edging me until I was crying, just like this.”

Jungwon lets out a sharp, desperate sob, his thighs clenching, his hips twitching, completely lost in it.

“I—I’m s-sorry—please, please, I’ll be good, I’ll be so f-fucking good, I s-swear—”

You grin, gripping his chin harder, tilting his head up, forcing him to stare at you.

“You’re already my good little fucktoy, baby.”

You slap his cock again, harder this time, watching as his body twitches violently, his mouth falling open in a silent scream.

“My pathetic little bitch.”

Jungwon whimpers, actual sobs wracking through his chest, his tears slipping down his temples, pooling on the pillow beneath him.

“You gonna cry harder for me, baby?”

He nods frantically, completely lost, completely gone.

“P-please—please—please—”

“Then cum, you fucking whore.”

The second you wrap your lips around his cock, sucking him deep and tight, Jungwon fucking loses it.

His entire body seizes up, his legs shaking so hard the whole bed moves, his wrists pulling at the restraints so violently that the headboard slams against the wall, his mouth falling open in a broken, wrecked scream.

He fucking breaks.

Jungwon cums so violently his entire body shudders, his stomach spasming, his throat bobbing as sobs rip through him, his voice so destroyed he can’t even form words anymore.

You swallow every drop, humming around him, your tongue dragging along his overly sensitive tip, watching the way his body jerks violently with overstimulation.

But you don’t stop.

You stroke him through it, slow and tight, dragging every last drop from him, his cock pulsing, twitching, his whimpers turning into helpless, wrecked cries.

“T-too much—f-fuck, b-baby—”* His voice is so weak, so ruined, so utterly fucking destroyed that he can barely even breathe.

But you keep going.

You suck harder, dragging your nails down his trembling thighs, taking him all the way back into your mouth, and he shrieks, his whole body flinching violently, his breath catching in sharp little gasps.

“Oh, f-fuck—oh, f-fuck—oh my god—please—please—”

He’s struggling now, actively fighting against the restraints, his body jerking uncontrollably, trying to pull away, trying to escape—

But you don’t let him.

“Awww, baby,” you coo, mocking, your mouth still wrapped tight around his cock. “What’s wrong? I thought you liked being in control?”

Jungwon sobs, thrashing beneath you, actually trying to get away, but he can’t.

“N-no more—please—please, baby, I-I can’t—”

And then he cums again.

So hard that his whole body convulses, his legs shaking, his chest rising sharply, his voice breaking completely, his sobs turning into nothing but gasps for air.

This time, his body just stops working.

Even as you slow your strokes, even as you lick the last of him away, even as you finally pull off of him, Jungwon is completely still.

His head lolls to the side, his chest rising and falling in slow, uneven breaths, his body weak, trembling, completely destroyed.

He passes out.

You carefully untie his wrists, massaging his twitching arms, pressing soft kisses to his damp forehead.

Just as you start to move away his arms shoot out, wrapping around you like a fucking koala, pulling you into his chest so tight you can barely move.

“Shut the fuck up,” he mumbles, his voice wrecked, hoarse, completely fucking gone.

You grin.

“Sure, Won”

“You’re a fucking demon.”

You laugh softly, curling into him.

“I know, baby.”

𝐍𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐦𝐮𝐫𝐚 𝐑𝐢𝐤𝐢

“Come on, Niki,” you pouted, straddling his lap, holding the silk ties up with big, pleading eyes. “Just once. For me?”

Niki just raised an eyebrow, giving you that infuriatingly smug grin, stretching his long limbs behind his head like he wasn’t even taking you seriously.

“I don’t see the point,” he mused. “I’m already stronger than you. If I wanted to get out, I’d just… get out.”

You groaned, throwing yourself onto his chest dramatically. “It’s not about that! It’s about the experience, the control, the trust, the—”

“Blah, blah, blah,” he mocked, rolling his eyes. “Fine. I’ll let you tie me up. If it’ll make you happy, baby.”

You perked up instantly, grinning as you grabbed his wrists.

“Finally!”

Now?

Now, you’re two seconds from losing your damn mind.

Because Niki is absolutely ruining this.

Every time you tie him up, every time you think you’ve got him right where you want him—

He fucking escapes.

Like it’s nothing.

Like you’re not even trying.

The first time, you had him tied up nicely, wrists secured, headboard shaking, your lips trailing down his throat—and the next thing you knew, he was flipping you onto your back, his arms suddenly completely free as he grinned down at you.

“What the—NIKI!” you yelped, smacking his arm. “How did you—”

“Baby, come on,” he laughed, scooping you up effortlessly, pinning you beneath him like the whole tying-up thing never happened. “I’m literally taller than you. Did you really think I’d stay tied up?”

You pouted angrily, wiggling under him. “THAT’S NOT THE POINT!”

Take Two: Riding Him?

“Just stay tied up,” you whined, adjusting the silk restraints around his wrists again, glaring at him. “And don’t you dare break free this time, or so help me—”

Niki snorted, smirking up at you as you sank down onto him, taking him deep, your hands braced against his chest.

“Mmm, I’ll try, baby,” he murmured, watching you grind down, slow and deep, his lips parting on a low groan.

For once, it seemed like he was actually taking it seriously.

You relaxed, rolling your hips, settling into the moment—

Until—

SNAP.

You felt it before you even saw it.

The ties? Gone.

His hands? Completely free.

And the worst part?

He didn’t even do it on purpose—he just shifted slightly, and the fabric came undone like it was fucking Velcro.

“ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME?!” you screamed, shoving his chest in frustration, but the bastard just laughed, gripping your hips, rolling you deeper onto him.

“You really thought that would hold me?” he mocked, tilting his head, grinning like the little shit he was.

“I SPENT FIFTEEN MINUTES TYING YOU UP!”

“And I appreciate the effort, baby,” he cooed, flipping you onto your back effortlessly, pinning you beneath him again.

“But let’s be real… you can’t actually keep me down.”

Final Attempt: Face-Sitting

At this point, you were ready to lose it.

“Okay,” you said, shaking out your hands like an athlete preparing for battle, retying his wrists so tight that there was NO WAY he was getting out.

“This time, you’re staying put.”

Niki grinned up at you, that cocky glint in his eyes. “Sure, baby.”

You scowled, climbing up, hovering over his face, settling your weight down as you finally—finally—had your moment of victory.

Or so you thought.

Because the second you lowered yourself onto him, the second his mouth made contact, his arms shot out, grabbing your thighs, yanking you down so hard you almost fell forward.

“NIKI! YOU’RE SUPPOSED TO BE TIED UP—”

He didn’t even let you finish.

Didn’t let you breathe.

Didn’t even let you process the betrayal.

Because in the next second, he was devouring you like a man starved, his grip on your thighs bruising, pulling you down so tight against his face that you had no choice but to take it.

Your body jerked violently, your fingers gripping the headboard for dear life, your breath knocked right out of youas his tongue moved so filthy, so deep, so desperate that your brain literally stopped functioning.

“N-Niki—oh my god—”

Then you heard it.

He was laughing.

Actually laughing against you, like this was the funniest fucking thing in the world, like he had just won some kind of twisted competition you didn’t even sign up for.

That’s when you snapped.

“GET YOUR FACE OUT OF THERE, YOU MENACE!” you shrieked, trying to pry his head away, trying to push yourself up, but it was fucking useless.

He had you locked down tight, had you right where he wanted you, and there was no escape.

“Nope,” he mumbled into you, smug as ever, lips dragging slow and torturous, his tongue curling in a way that made you tremble uncontrollably.

“I think I like it better this way.”

You don’t know how long he kept you there.

It felt like forever.

Your thighs were shaking violently, your body weak and useless, your mind nothing but static as you finally collapsed against the headboard, trying to catch your breath.

Niki had the fucking audacity to grin up at you, wiping his mouth like he’d just finished a damn meal, looking completely unbothered.

“So,” he mused, tilting his head innocently. “How’d that tying-up thing work out for you?”

You glared, your body still trembling, still trying to recover.

“I fucking hate you.”

“No, you don’t.”

You wanted to smack him, you really did.

But you had no strength left.

So you just flopped onto the bed dramatically, groaning into the pillow, accepting your fate.

“I give up,” you muttered.

“Oh, baby,” he purred, grinning as he pulled you into his chest, wrapping his arms around you like he hadn’t just betrayed you on every level possible.

“You gave up the second you tried to tie me up.”

-

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fun night with hee getting what he wants after a long day of waiting | 18+🎧(turn up a lit bit) wet slapping sounds

[wonryllis]

TEMPTING THEM DURING NO NUT NOVEMBER.

─────𝖠𝖭𝖣 𝖳𝖧𝖤𝖸 𝖢𝖠𝖵𝖤 𝖨𝖭. 汚い ❛ 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝖺𝗂𝖽, "𝖼𝖺𝗋𝖾𝖿𝗎𝗅 𝗈𝗋 𝗒𝗈𝗎'𝗅𝗅 𝗅𝗈𝗌𝖾 𝗂𝗍" ❜

featuring. enhypen hyung line with fem!r wordcount. 1250 ( around 300 each ) check out the catalogue?

warnings. ⚠︎PG18! public teasing, groping, rough sex, dirty talk, degradation, dry humping, car sex, riding, handjob, shower sex, choking, clit rubbing, p in v obviously.

𝗟𝗘𝗘 𝗛𝗘𝗘𝗦𝗘𝗨𝗡𝗚

heeseung knew he fucked up the moment he agreed to take on the challenge. he knew it so so well, yet he decided he could do it and he could pull through the entire month if tried just hard enough. that he could keep his dick in his pants and not in you.

and it was hard. it is hard. his fucking cock twitching underneath his boxers as you discreetly palm him over his suit pants. right in the middle of a dinner with all his friends sitting around the table. unaware of your indecent touches and the looks you throw at your boyfriend.

batting your lashes at him while biting your lips, grabbing his thigh and then moving your hand up to squeeze his cock. it is absolute torture till it lasts. till his resolve breaks and he immediately drags you along to the nearest bathroom. his friends looking at the scene knowing he's done for— just a week into november.

“shit you just had to make me lose didn't you?” heeseung slaps his hand over your mouth, muffling your loud moans as he drills his cock into you. fast and rough; holding your thigh around his waist in a grip so tight it'd probably leave purple bruises.

he tugs you closer on the counter each time you move back from the force of his thrusts, skin slapping into red, painfully pleasurable marks,“couldn’t keep your hands off my cock for once,” he grunts, brows furrowing as you clench around him every two seconds.

“if you keep doing that baby, i might just knock you up with how much i cum,” he moves his hand from your mouth, his lips immediately find yours in a messy lock, nibbling on your lower lip in supressed groans and pants, his balls tightening up when he feels yours walls clamping onto him hard.

𝗣𝗔𝗥𝗞 𝗝𝗢𝗡𝗚𝗦𝗘𝗢𝗡𝗚

if muscles could tear off easily. jay would be in shreds right now. the sheer amount of restraint it is taking him, each part of him painfully tense— beyond he ever felt in his entire life. absolute hell he is going through watching you prance around in just a croptop and freaking bikini bottoms.

his eyes almost popping out of the sockets with drooling desire and want for you as he follows along the way you bend over or reach up for absurd and insane reasons. purposely to tease him of course.

he is aware of what you are trying to do. he really is. but he still just can not seem to look away for the sake of his cock and the expensive dinner on line for losing. gaze continuing to follow you as you settle into his lap, arms draping over his shoulders and your ass resting right on top of his now hard cock. oh he's about to lose.

“had this dream last night and— fuck princess you couldn't keep your hands off me and— oh god it was so hot,” jay rambles, his hands gripping your waist guiding you as you grind your drenched folds across his hard cock. back and forth, back and forth. your wet bikini bottoms sliding off to the side each time you reach up to his tip. warm slick smearing over his twitching cock pulled out of his sweatpants just enough.

his soft gasps and grunts filling the room,”gonna lose the no nut but it's worth it,” his eyes stay fixated on your face, watching the way it twists with pleasure and how your lips form an o when you let a moan amidst the constant mewls.

only two days left, but jay just can't resist it anymore. feeling your thighs shake against his and your eyes roll back when he nudges just the tip inside.

𝗦𝗜𝗠 𝗝𝗔𝗘𝗬𝗨𝗡

jake's knuckles turn borderline white against the steering wheel. grip so tight he might as well rip it off the console. he tries so hard to focus on the road, to keep his eyes and his mind on the lane. but god you make it impossible with your hand caressing his thigh. his gaze drifting down each time your pinky rubs against his balls. and mind drifting off to danger zone of no nut november.

a sharp intake of breath and a silent curse falling off his lips when your fingers trail over his bulge in a feather light touch.

calm down, calm down, calm down. jake chants repeatedly— don't get hard, don't get hard, changing the words when he inevitably feels himself throbbing and growing stiffer by the second— fucking don't get hard damn it, all futile for his cock practically springs against the fabric of his cotton pants after you brush over his tip. should have worn the goddamn boxers.

“oh yeah— oh fuck yeah— your pretty pussy feels so good baby,” jake groans against your parted mouth, the sounds leaving you, the way you bounce on him, the sweat trickling down between your breasts; oh he doesn't care it's only been four days since he decided to participate in no nut november.

“how did i even think i could live a month without you cumming on my cock,” his hands squeezing your ass, guiding your movements as the car flaps with your lewd squelches in the backseat. the windows fogged up and filled with your moans and jake’s dirty mouth running rampant.

noticing your face scrunching up in pleasure, he immediately moves his hand over to rub your nub in quick circles,”god yes you're gonna cum for me?” his feet planting firm onto the floorboard before he starts pounding up,”me too baby, gonna fill you up so well.”

𝗣𝗔𝗥𝗞 𝗦𝗨𝗡𝗚𝗛𝗢𝗢𝗡

the cold shower did nothing to help his raging mind. and his raging cock. images of you begging for his cock flashing before his eyes on repeat. you were such a vixen when it came down to sex. knowing exactly how to tempt him in a way he would not be able to be resist.

it's only been ten days. sunghoon reminds himself, a hand rubbing down his face as he tries taking in deep breaths. coming home to you waiting for him right by the front door with fucking bedroom eyes was not something he was ready for. and especially not for the way you tried to persuade him to give up the challenge. pulling him closer by his sweatpants and throwing out the most sensual begs he'd ever heard from you.

it took every cell in him to deny you, rushing into the shower to avoid you before you could notice his boner. he did not lock the door though—

“fuck doll, keep doing that and i’ll cum so hard,” sunghoon throws his head back, water running down his chest and over your pretty little hands jerking his hard cock in sloppy strokes. his hips buck involuntarily, furious and wild despite all the warnings flashing red in his subconscious.

“shit shit shit— fuck wait—” as the tight coil in his stomach threatens to bust, he instantly pulls away. albeit only to push you against the glass wall, haul up your left leg, and shove his cock inside in a brutal thrust. his forehead resting against yours as he fucks rough. rough and mad.

his other hand reaching up to grip your throat in a light choke,”you were so desperate to be fucked, you just had to ruin my challenge didn't you?” thumb pressing onto your windpipe just enough while he stares into your glazed eyes,”so desperate for my cum,”

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[kpopscruggles]

Needed to get this off my chest, also requests open!!

Ya girl has disappeared and I apologize

I looked at the time 12:45 am. The party started not too long ago, but I was too busy doing my makeup, hearing someone sighing next to me, I chuckled, turning to see Jake who had been ready for about 30 minutes. That’s not what he was bothering me for though, the silence was stuffy, and I knew he’d ask sooner than later “You annoy me you know that? I know you're not getting dolled up for me and I’m your boyfriend.” He was right, but why speak up when he got dressed up for his little friend that he had already slept with, meanwhile I just wanted to see the guy. Jake knew I wasn’t going to feel bad for him, he had done worse to me.  

At the end none of that mattered though, I loved him, and he loved me. No matter who else was involved we always came back to each other. He was mine, and no matter what either of us done it wasn't going to change. Weve both admitted whatever we had done it was never better than what we had and that was the main reason we knew we needed each other.  

I paused from what I was doing to feel his lips on my neck “Why don’t we just stay here baby? We both know you want to cum tonight and while he may feel fresh for you, I'm yours, and your mine...we could do whatever..” his lips moving up to my ear leaving small nibbles “just put the blush down..” he added as his hand took the pallet from me “Lay on the bed...so I can eat this pussy..hmm?”. I shivered feeling his warm hand contact my clothed clit, the dress somehow already lifted to my waste before his fingers dipped in completely.  

“You know I want you more than he does-” “But do you want me more than-” “Yes baby, I want you more than her, I want you more than her everyday”, I felt a shiver run down my spine feeling his fingers rub my slit as he made me look his way “Do you want me more than him?’. I immediately nodded, I wanted jake more than I wanted anything. 

----- 

Only moments later, His cock buried in me as my hips grind on him. His lips left hickeys on my chest as his arm wrapped tight around my waist. “t-that’s it princess, fuck!” the moans from his lips only getting louder as he looked up at me with weak eyes “Are you gonna milk me baby? P-please do~ I wanna cum so good for you!”. I nodded only being able to give out whines, Yelping I felt my back hit the mattress. Hovering above me, one hand gripping my waist as the other had the same tight grip on my neck “my pretty girl treating me so well with this pussy, it’s all mine, isn't it? Say it!” I nodded, my cunt gushing with each thrust. “A-a-all yours~!”. 

“I love you~ I love my girl so fucking much~” my heart pounded out of my chest hearing his words, and the sweetest sounds he gave while trying to speak. Once again, my cunt gushing with each action he gave me, his hand now moving from my neck to my breasts gripping one to steady himself. The small batch of stubby hair rubbing against my clit with every thrust he gave me. I knew I wasn’t going to last much longer “J-jake please~ please cum with me~”. I only got nods in response, his body now pressed against mine, head in the crook of my neck, the small pants of breath leaving him with every twitch of his cock. My stomach dropping, body shivering, feeling the bit of cum leak from my hole and drizzle slightly as he continued to thrust into me through our release. I felt his lips back on mine giving me weak but full kisses “I love you” he reminded.  

[sunjaywoning]

- NSFW!MDNI -

｡ ﾟ☾ ﾟ｡⋆ jake nsfw moans; “im so close..”

・:〃 ➜ pairing: jake x listener

➜ includes: moans, cumming

➜ a/n: hey yall 😚 i know ive been ia for a while! i promise i didn’t forget abt the blog;; here’s a short jake moans for all of yall asking for one~

[jungwondazed]

happy 21st birthday to the one and only sim jaeyun

18+ only. perv!jake / jake touches himself while you are asleep on the phone

jake sighs and leans back against his bed frame with a thud. it was only the second missed call but he was growing impatient. he glances at his clock and wonders to himself if perhaps you were already asleep, pressing the call button one more time just incase you weren’t. 

on the last ring you finally picked up, although with the rustling noises in the back and the way your “hello” was barely audible, he was right with his assumption earlier. 

“oh, uh ___, hey! i’m sorry, i didn’t realize how late this was, if you’re asleep, i can call you back later” jake blurts out in one breath, face palming himself at how of course you would be asleep at midnight but in his slight defense, it was a friday night. 

there was a lot more rustling and crinkling of clothes or bed sheets or whatever it was, before you speak up again, still barely audible. 

“mmm? jakeee? hmm, s’ late, ’s going on”

jake’s jaw drops at how much raspier your voice is, and how slow you are with your sentence. he’s never quite heard anything like this from you as you were always so put together, but with the way you sounded in this moment he couldn’t help but let out a breath. 

“nothing important, i just wanted to ask you about this assignment that’s due next week. go back to sleep alright? i’ll ask another time. ”

in the time he spent processing all of that, you were already back to sleep, not conscious enough to end the phone call. 

“um, _________?” he whispers, a bit nervous to wake you up again. 

“_____, are you there?” he tries one last time, letting out another sigh before moving his thumb to hit the end call button, stopping right when he thinks he hears something. 

the device being close to your face allowed your phone’s microphone to pick up everything, from your soft breathing to the calm sighs you would let out every few seconds. jake bites down on his lip at the realization of how intimate this sounded and his ears turned red hot. he doesn’t understand why this was anything worth listening to, but he couldn’t deny liking it. 

there was something undeniably attractive at how soft and steady your breathing was. with every exhale it felt like your voice was slightly caught in your throat, as if struggling to do something as simple as breathing. jake’s mind went on to think about other stuff, other things you could possibly struggle to take. he shakes his head at a perverted thought like that, and curses himself in his head to dare think of you in that way.

admitting you weren’t attractive to begin with would’ve been a foolish lie. you caught his eyes the moment he first saw you, but as respectful as he is, he’s not the type to make moves or ask girls out just because they were pretty. jake enjoyed your company, he liked being around you, studying with each other late at night in those libraries, and sometimes grabbing dinner together although with other friends of course. he steals glances at you when you aren’t looking, and rarely does he check you out, just out of fear for being caught. being a gentleman is his biggest priority, so the dilemma of listening to your innocent breathing over the phone on a friday night makes him run his hands through his hair and tell himself he’s being ridiculous. 

but you just sound so good and he has no idea what to do with this. he’s never laid a hand on you let alone make a move, so why was this such a turn on for him? maybe it’s because there was always a deep attraction he had towards you and doing absolutely nothing about it is making something as simple as this, drive him crazy. he wonders how you look right now, what you’re wearing, the position you’re in. he questions if you have anything on at all, or if you only had panties on, or just a t-shirt, and only that. 

he breathes out a “fuck” a little louder than he intended and he hears you rustling a bit, fearing that he accidentally woke you up. jake almost loses it when you let out a quiet moan, almost a whimper. you sound so good he doesn’t know what to do with himself. he lets out another sigh of distress, wanting to do so much to himself he doesn’t even realize how horny it sounds until his hands slowly rub his thigh, debating on whether this was something he should do. you continue to let out soft innocent whines every once in awhile, probably in the middle of a nightmare that makes jake want to come over there and hold you close so there would be nothing to disturb you. he presses his lips together, closing his eyes, unsure if this was something he’d regret. 

a whimper sounds from jake’s phone and it was the last straw before his hands finally brushed over the aching hardness under his pajama pants. his teeth bite down on his lips to quiet himself as much as possible, rubbing himself gently because he was beyond sensitive at this point. the phone laid right on his chest so he could hear every breath of yours, stroking himself through his clothes to picture you sleepily grinding on him. he thought about the shape of your body, how you would look on top of him, the face you’d make when you were so desperate to cum yourself. jake thought about these things often, but he would never admit it to himself even. 

“god, ____” jake almost moans this out, unable to control whatever comes out of his lips when he feels so damn good. he pulls his boxers and pants down to his knees and starts stroking himself fully, using his dripping pre-cum to slick himself up. he’s throbbing for you, and he doesn’t care how ridiculous this looks. the fantasies that he makes up in his head is nothing compared to hearing you right then and there. if this is how you sound when sleeping, he could only imagine the noises you’d make when he’s deep in you. could you even take it? he asks himself, groaning at the image of his tip barely making it in your cunt. he’d stretch you out for hours if you wanted it that slow, or force it in if you liked it that way too. whatever it was, jake wanted so badly to feel you on him right now. bouncing up and down, with your hands rested on his chest to guide yourself in whatever way you needed. 

his breathing is fast and deep, the phone on his chest rises and falls with every pump of his fist. the room is silent with the exception of the squelching noises and his effort to be quiet. whispers fall from his lips, promises of making you feel so good, breeding you until you tell him to stop, filling you up with his cum your stomach is full by the end of the night. 

“fuck, fuck ___, wanna cum so bad right now,” he’s close, a bit hesitant to keep going because when he cums he’s not one to make it quiet. his fist doesn’t stop regardless of the worries, stroking from the base all the way to his tip. he thumbs over the slit of his penis every once in awhile and he winces, never getting used to how sensitive that part is. jake feels himself getting closer and closer, the stress of not wanting to wake up paired with how fucking good it feels allows pathetic whimpers from his mouth and he doesn’t have any time to make a rational decision before he pumps himself three more times and shoots his cum all over his abs, some spots making it to his chest. 

“shit, i’m fucking cumming all over you ___, cumming all fucking over you” he moans out, his sticky seed landing right on the phone yet he keeps going, milking himself far longer than he usually would. his hands slow but he keeps that same base to tip stroke, biting his lip so hard he thinks he tastes a bit of the blood on his tongue. he cums so hard he feels it in every part of him, wishing it could always be this good. 

when he reaches past the point of overstimulation, his head falls back with a thud, all the air he held in while cumming exhales loudly, catching his breath after dropping his hand to his side. the room looks like it’s spinning, never having been this exhausted from simply masturbating. he looks down, seeing the cum that he painted his abdomen with and grins slightly to himself, before lowering his body back down to the pillow, closing his eyes before he knows it. 

that night jake dreams of you, flashes of you touching his arm, seducing him in a way he’s never seen you like before. you’re all over him, kissing his entire body, grinding on every bit you see to get yourself off. 

“jake,” you breathe out and he brings his hand to your face, thumb tracing the cheekbones of your skin before leaning in to kiss you. 

“jake,” you say again, to which he responds with a lazy “hmm?”

“jake,” you blurt out much louder and jake shoots up awake, his head searching his room for wherever the hell that sound came from.

“jake? hello?? why are we on call right now?” jake freezes, shaking his head, in complete denial that it was your voice coming from his phone. 

“and why has it been going on for 8 hours?”

his jaw drops, looking down at his pants still pulled down his legs, before closing his eyes and pulling at his hair, a hundred different explanations running through his mind. 

[mailuvsjayke]

can you write about Jake gets injuries on purpose just to see his crush who’s working at the hospital?

18+ mdni

note: we live for desperate jakeu (⁠っ⁠.⁠❛⁠ ⁠ᴗ⁠ ⁠❛⁠.⁠)⁠っ

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Clamping down on his fingernails as he patiently waits for you, eyes twitching, mouth contorted into a pretty grin, wincing at the pain of his tragic scrape.

"Is this seriously it?" You deadpanned, staring at the reddened and rough skin present on his left shin, though it was big and intimidating, it wasn't even bleeding.

"You took me off my break for this? Please don't be ridiculous."

"I promise it really hurts, call me dramatic."

He stares at you, eyes wide with interest, lips all swollen from how much he's been picking and biting at the skin.

Watching your every move, admiring the skill in your craft when it comes to the medical field, his favourite nurse for god knows how long, but he hasn't settled for less in a woman ever since.

And every woman that isn't you will always be less.

"The third time you've come in with measly injuries that you could easily kiss yourself and put a silly bandaid on." You groaned, taking hydrogen peroxide from the cabinet.

"Isn't this worse than the others? Are you seriously underestimating my wound? Such a bad bad nurse, aren't you.." His voice going up and octave, playfully mocking you and enjoying your obvious irritation.

Call him masochistic, but he can't help it, seeing your face gets him on easily, so bad he can cum by just staring at those pretty features that compliment each other so well.

Watching you move back and forth to gather materials, eyes strained and red, hair a bit disheveled, you must've been working overnight, but it could only feed into his imagination.

Even in an outfit pure white and conservative, his mind undresses you everytime you glance away, letting his pants tighten more and more.

"Just make this easier for me and don't move." Your voice ultimately exhausted and sick of his appearances at this point.

Kneeling down, comfortably adjusting your ponytail before getting to work patching him up, giving him a slightly reassuring look as you held the hydrogen peroxide dipped cotton pad with tweezers, eyes looking so inviting that he choked down a pathetic moan.

His mind a mess, your hand nestled on his right inner thigh, keeping it open slightly as you gently dabbed against the wound on his shin tenderly.

He moaned and winced, not out of pain, but out of self resistance to not pull his pants down and stuff your face full of him. Seeing you in such a vulnerable position made the tip of his cock angrily rub raw against his boxers.

The way your thighs looked fuller, chest puffed out and your back arched closer to him as you continued to do your job, he almost felt bad, knowing you weren't aware of the thoughts racing through his mind.

"Done, I hope you were focusing this time, so you'd know what to do yourself if another accident like this happens." You announce, setting your tools down to let out a huff of breath.

Your confidence was cut short as you felt a hand making it's way to the back of your head, squeezing your hair before pushing gently.

"Jake—"

He pushed harder, catching you surprised as your face made contact with his crotch, his hard on bulging against your cheek embarrassingly hard. It felt warm as well as wet, you couldn't tell if he's came in his pants or if he's leaking precum.

Moaning softly, your eyes shut closed, letting your self rub your face all up against him, amused by how little resistance Jake showed towards you.

With one slightly harsh pull to your hair, causing you to whine from the sudden force, staring up at Jake with submission, your face looked all busted, how could you not when he quite literally teased you by rubbing his clothed cock right up your face?

He grinned out of amusement, stroking the top of your head.

"Say.. is the door locked?"

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i need help and the only way to save me is by letting me suck jake's cock idk hahaha

i wrote this in the middle of the night while half asleep so forgive me for any mistaakeess TT

[enree9h]

LAST HOUR | sjy

✮ PAIRING : fwb!jake x fem!reader

✮ SYNOPSIS : Time runs closer to midnight. With barely an hour left for Jake's birthday to end, you rush to get to him after having forgotten about it for the entire day. But Jake doesn't plan on letting you slide with it so easily so he makes you pay for it until midnight.

✮ WARNINGS : SMUT, p in v, unprotected s.ex, cursing, making out (lmk if I missed smth!)

✮ wc : 1.5k+

✮ a/n : this was supposed to be a Hoon fic ( my ass has been fixated on him for the past week, INTENSE hoon brainrot) but I hadn't released a Jake fic yet SOO. And to be quite honest- re reading it, I feel like it fits Jake better, dk. what do you think??

MDNI

Bursting through the doors of the club, your eyes frantically scan the crowd for him. The music is loud, almost deafening and you feel the bass seep into your body. The lights dim to a red so dark that it takes you a whole minute to adjust your vision to the lowered brightness of the place. You were late by twenty-three hours to be exact and the guilt that came with it did not help your case. When you finally caught the tiniest glimpses of him you felt your shoulders relax. 

He hadn't spotted you amidst the bustling crowd yet or so you thought.

With the restroom close in sight, you decide to step in for a quick minute before meeting him. Stumbling through your apartment at the last second did not leave you with much time in hand. And having to cover the twenty minute drive to this place meant you had to use up the time you could've spent looking decent. 

So you slip through the crowd and into the silence of the restroom. The faint sound of music flows through the cracks in the door but the sudden noise of a door being banged shut jerks you out of your internal rambles. 

“Someone finally decided to show up”, his tone has an icy bite to it and it doesn't fail to cut right through you. “Jake” you begin but when he walks up to you the mellow scent of wood and smoke hits you.

 “Look,” you utter but he comes to a halt right in front of you, his gaze burning right into your fidgety self, “I’m really sorry.” 

When he attempts to get closer you inch backwards until you meet the wall. “No you're not”, his arms slip around your waist and when he leans in you feel his lips graze yours. His hands travel lower until they reach your ass and you feel his nails dig into your skin through the silk of your skirt. “I was just too wrapped up in helping Jay move,” you say in a hushed whisper. 

Jake feels his frustration reach new heights at the mention of his friend, “Oh come on”, Jake scoffs.

“It’s always him”, his lips find your jaw, “but by the end of the day”, you feel him suck on the exposed skin of your neck, “It’s my cock you’re gagging on”, he lightly bites into your flesh, purple blooms over the expanse of your skin, “isn't that right angel?” 

When you attempt to respond he does not let any further words fall out of your mouth because the very next second he’s pulling you in, crashing his lips onto yours. His nails dig into the skin of your hips and you flinch when you feel him bite into the plump flesh of your already swollen lips. His fingers are on your thighs until you watch them slide under your skirt, pushing it up, leaving your skin exposed, all for him. 

“Waited for you all day though", he whispers against your lips and you feel the guilt render your body lose in his hold. “I’m so sorry Jake” but your words go unheard and when you catch his eyes you understand why. 

When his fingers reach your soaking core you gasp and lean on the walls, your back arching at the contact. Jake watches you squirm under him and he loves it. He loves the sight of your teeth sinking into your bottom lips, and the feeble attempts you make at concealing the guttural sounds that left your lips. But Jake was just getting started so when he presses his knuckles into your pulsating core you throw your head back and bite your hand until it left your skin dotted with red. “Let me hear you, angel” 

He is quick to hoist you up against the wall and your trembling legs wrap around his midsection with practised ease. With your underwear out of his way and dangling at your ankle, he is running his thumb over your clit. “Jake oh go-” but when he drives his finger inside of your dripping hole you see stars. 

“Already clenching around me baby?” His voice is hoarse and the sound of it with his finger buried in you drives you over the edge but Jake doesn't stop there. The moan you let out when he inserts another finger inside leaves Jake feeling for the bulge in his jeans. The sight of your whimpering self grinding on his fingers, drenched in your wetness, pressed against the walls of a random club restroom was enough to make him go feral for a feel of his throbbing cock buried in your tight hole.

You feel his knuckles drive into you without thought, every thrust leaves you shaking against him, your underwear slides off your ankles and falls to the floor but you couldn't care less. “So good Jake” you manage to whisper, your voice blanketed with lust.

“oh yeah?” the bite in his voice goes unnoticed by you. The tightening knot in your abdomen makes you deaf to any and every sound but the trance doesn't last for long because Jake is quick to pull his fingers out.

“Seriously?” your body which was previously shuddering with the onset of a release is now slumped in his hold. You were so close, a light press of his knuckles against your clit would result in you coming undone but he had to make you beg for it, pay for what you did to him today. 

Jake leans in to press a quick peck against your lips and with a devious smile plastered on his face he whispers “My turn”, with that you are flipped around, your palms hit the mirror on the wall and your upper body is left bending over the sink. 

You barely get a second to compose yourself before he plunges into you. “Jake oh my god” your screams bounce off the walls of the empty restroom, cutting through the feeble sounds of music from the party. 

“So tight for me baby” Jake’s voice doesn't sound like his anymore, the hold of his fingers on your hips tightens with every relentless thrust into you. Your breath fogs the mirror and when you attempt to glance at your reflection you catch Jake's eyes in the mirror. 

“Look at yourself”, one of his hands comes to wrap around your waist as he reaches for your clit, “letting me fuck you dumb” he's rubbing circles on your bud with a growing pace and you feel your body lose any and all control. Your legs tremble under the rush of such intense pleasure but Jake never attempts to slow down. 

“Jake I think I'm-”, the sounds of your wetness fill the air and you feel your face heat up with embarrassment. Jake thrusts his hips until he feels the tip of cock reach your cervix. Your palms slip over the smooth fogged up glass and your nails scratch against it as Jake pounds into you with a newfound energy. “F- feels so good angel”  he bends and attaches his lips to your nape, pressing sloppy kisses to your shoulder blades. 

The next second he is straightening back up, grabbing your hips and driving right into you. His eyes are glazed over, breath uneven and he seems to be in a daze so intense that all your screams go unheard. 

“Wish me”, you hear him say, his words coming out in pants but your mind was clouded and your spine arching under the pleasure, too engaged to respond. 

You feel his fingers on your clit, “Wish me, angel”, and when he pinches your bud you cry out from the stimulation and that is when you hear him. 

“H-happy-” he drives in deeper, “Birthda- oh god” when he flips you around and hoists you over the sink, your ass on the edge, you look into his eyes and instantly feel your body react to it. Dilated pupils, mouth half open, skin flushed red and the sweat that ran down his neck onto his exposed chest left you gasping for air. 

Jake leans in to nuzzle in the crook of your neck as he mercilessly plunges into you, wet kisses line your skin. Your head lolls back and when you feel his cock twitch inside of your throbbing core you spread your thighs further for him. 

“Fuck” his voice seeps into your skin and leaves you trembling in his hold until you feel him go slack. 

He moves inside of you and with one last thrust, you feel the knot in your belly unwind. 

You sit, shaking in his hold, coming down from the high. 

Your hands come to sit on his shoulders and you push him to stand in between your legs. Jake throws his head back in response and the groan that falls out of his lips makes you want to part your thighs further but you hold back. 

“Hey” you hold his face in your hands, “Happy birthday Jake” you whisper and lean in to plant a soft kiss on his lips. When you pull away lightly he leans in further to catch your lips again so chuckle against his mouth and give in.

[choiyawnzjun]

pairing ; boyfriendsyoungerbrother!jake x afab!reader

sypnosis ; your boyfriend had a younger brother. yeah, you knew that, he was only 2 years younger than you. you see him whenever you and your boyfriend decide to hang out at his house. his name is jake. you were sort of ‘interested’ in him when you found out you both actually had a lot in common than you and his brother but you shook it off since you have a boyfriend. so then, what do you do when he suggests something a little dirty in a silly, little bet?

warnings ; none this is the intro.

genre ; 18+

wc ; 1153

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INTRO

your boyfriend had talked about his younger brother a few times, sometimes about how distant they were since it was only a one year age gap or how annoying he was the other day. your boyfriend always vented to you about him so you’d thought that he would be a really aggravating and disgusting person when you met him but in reality… he wasn’t. he was actually the opposite. a pure gentleman.

you first saw him when you arrived at your boyfriends house since you guys planned for a sleepover at his place. you knocked on the front door and a boy with messy blonde hair that was dyed opened the door. his eyes immediately formed into crescents when he smiled at you.

you smiled back awkwardly, not knowing who this was.

“you’re ___’s girlfriend, i’m assuming?” he smiled, bringing his hand in front of yours to shake then gesturing you to come in.

“um, yeah..” you replied, laughing nervously as you came in. you don’t know what had gotten into you but his brother was very attractive and his presence was very alluring. you shook that thought off quickly since you couldn’t be thinking like that. he offered to get you some water which you accepted and told you to get comfortable on the sofa.

that was your first ever encounter with him before your boyfriend came downstairs to steal you away from him.

your second encounter was when you came over again for a sleepover but your boyfriend had gone out to buy some errands. to get rid of the awkwardness in the air, he suggested to play some of his nintendo games with you and you felt more relaxed being around him after seeing what he’s like. you spent a lot of time around him now whenever you arrived at your boyfriends house and he wasn’t there or when he invited you to play some games with him.

a couple of months had passed and your friendship with jake had grown since. your boyfriend didn’t mind that much since he’d seen how your friendship is with his brother multiple times and so paid little attention to it afterwards.

your younger sister forced you to come along to her boyfriend’s football game and jake was there. he was on the opposing team to your sister’s boyfriend. you guys had exchanged numbers after your second encounter since you both found out you had more in common than your own boyfriend and you.

“hey, ___! what are you doing here?” jake ran up to you when you were about to follow your sister to find some seats. he looked very charming, too charming that you were probably a bit pink, in his football uniform. you immediately shook that thought off, remembering he’s your boyfriends younger brother.

“my sister forced me to come here since her boyfriend is playing today.” you smiled, looking back to eye your sister quickly when you said that.

“aw, not for me?” he teased cheekily, gently budging your arm a bit as he said that with a teasing grin.

“your team might lose, jakey, her boyfriends team are really good and i mean it when i say really good.” you laughed, you never really paid much attention to the frequent teasing you guys did to each other, you thought it was just purely innocent.

“yeah? you wanna bet, noona?” he suggested, his eyes quickly flickered up and down as you folded your arms together, making your boobs push up which he loved. you didn’t notice.

“if you lose.. you have to.. prank call your brother about something. i’m still tryna think.” you said, you had the whole game to think about it so you weren’t that pressured plus it was only a little bet.

“fine, but if i win..” he trailed off, biting his bottom lip before looking you deeply in the eyes, making you slightly nervous.

“i get to fuck your tits, hm?” he smirked, looking too cocky now as if he knows he’s gonna win right away. you felt your face heating up as he said that. you didn’t hate the idea but.. what just happened to innocent jakey?

you hesitated before..

“a bit bold of you but sure. your team is gonna lose anyway.” you laughed again, maybe he was joking… but then again.. did you want that to be a joke?

the game was over and yeah. jake’s team won and your sister immediately ran to her boyfriend after the team had gotten dressed and whatnot, leaving you alone in the parking lot. your sister told you that she would be going to her boyfriends house since he was a bit sulky about losing a game.

your heart was pounding so loudly that you could hear it beating through your ears. you were so nervous about your bet with jake because you didn’t know if he was being serious or not. most importantly, what about his brother?

your boyfriend was a good guy with a good personality, he’s done nothing wrong to you but… he was a bit boring. maybe too boring. you guys also had nothing in common and…

your trail of thought had ended when you heard a very familiar voice behind you.

“aw, noona, you lost.” he chuckled from behind you, you turned around to be greeted with a jake who had a bag slung over one of his shoulders and his car keys in his right hand.

but, hey, this was probably only a one time thing and it’s not like he was actually gonna be fucking you. maybe he just hasn’t had sex in a while and needed a release. yeah… maybe it was that. or maybe you just wanted an excuse. but, you’d been thinking about what this moment would be like the whole game that it had turned you on and your panties were possibly soaked by now so…

“give me a ride to my house please, jakey.” you casually beamed, trying to not make it obvious that you had pulled your top down a little and this time you did notice his eyes move down and up again.

“fuck..” he muttered under his breath, immediately hurrying towards his car and unlocking it while you followed.

he drove to your house and since your parents were at work and your sister had gone over to comfort her sore loser of a boyfriend, the house was empty.

you quickly unlocked the front door and jake dropped all his belongings on the side and pinned you against the wall, not wanting to wait any longer. his lips roughly slamming against yours, desperate yet passionate. his tongue tangling with yours. he pulled away, trying to catch his breath, making eye contact with you while you did the same.

“you really wanna do this?” he breathlessly asked, his eyes digging into yours as he waited for an answer.

“mhm.” you nodded confidently.