#enhypen on top

[e46junkie]

I think that dark blood is one of if not the best enhypen album. Every song on it is perfect and it’s just so 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️ idk dark blood era hold a special place in my heart

[jammingjaem]

staying up for enhypen because FATAL TROOOOUBLE. GATEUN MEMOOOORIIIIIIES.

[enimsiyobeht]

encore! drabble.

mdni 🤍 !! boypussy sunghoon x amab reader. obvious ot7 harem. implied 8th member reader. use of pussy, hole, and cunt as sunghoon's gential. big dick reader. cervix fucking, belly bulge, cum inflation/creampie, subtle breeding kink, minor dacryphilia, minor exhibitionism, unprotected sex (wrap that shit up por favor), p-in-v, minor cockwarming. lmk if i missed any tags.

The hotel suite was quiet, save for the low hum of the city outside the window. Their concert had ended hours ago, and the rest of the group was supposedly asleep—or pretending to be.

But Sunghoon wasn’t.

He stood near the window, still in his stage tank top and loose joggers, sweaty hair curling around his ears, skin flushed with something that hadn’t left with the lights and cheers.

He looked back when he heard the door click shut.

You stood there, calm, collected—older, taller, broader. Still in your black tee, tattoos peeking from your sleeves, looking at Sunghoon like you already knew why the younger boy had texted you “Room 1109” without explanation.

Sunghoon swallowed hard, his voice barely above a whisper. “You came.”

“I always do when it’s you.”

That made Sunghoon’s legs shift subtly, thighs pressing together.

You walked over slowly. “You’re not even trying to hide how bad you want it tonight, huh?”

Sunghoon shook his head. “I couldn’t stop thinking about you… on stage. Thought about you splitting me open right after the encore. Want the others listening.”

That made you smile—dark, slow, indulgent.

“Take those off.”

Sunghoon obeyed quickly, stripping his top and pants, leaving nothing underneath. His hole was already slick, needy. You raised an eyebrow.

“Prepped yourself?”

Sunghoon nodded. “Didn’t want to waste time.”

“Good boy.”

You grabbed Sunghoon by the waist and tossed him gently onto the bed, watching how the younger twisted, already breathless from just being handled. Then you undressed—slow, deliberate, until you stood naked above him, cock heavy and thick, already leaking at the tip.

Sunghoon’s legs spread instinctively.

“Don’t tease,” he whispered. “I need it. I need all of it.”

You crawled over him, gripping his hips, and lined up without ceremony. “Then take it.”

You pushed in—slow only because you had to be. Sunghoon’s walls clung desperately, trembling as inch after inch filled him. He gasped, hands gripping the sheets, back arching.

“Fuck—fuck, it’s too big���”

“You took it before,” You growled, thrusting a little deeper, watching the way Sunghoon’s stomach bulged slightly from the pressure. “You can take it again.”

Sunghoon moaned, head tossing back against the pillow. “I feel it in my stomach—”

You pressed a hand to the center of his abdomen, right where the outline of your cock pushed up visibly. “Right here?”

Sunghoon whimpered. “Yes—”

You leaned in, hand still pressed to that bulge. “That’s your cervix, baby. I’m knocking against it.”

Sunghoon was crying now—pretty, breathless tears slipping from his eyes as you began to thrust, slow but merciless, grinding deep every time.

“Too deep—feels so good—feels so fucking good—”

You didn’t stop. You angled his hips just right to drag against that soft, trembling spot inside, again and again, until Sunghoon was shaking under you, babbling nonsense.

“You wanted this, didn’t you?” You said. “Wanted to be ruined. Wanted to feel me up in your belly.”

Sunghoon nodded helplessly. “I wanna feel full. I wanna be bred—just like the others.”

Your eyes darkened. “You love being part of my little secret, huh?”

Sunghoon clenched around you at that—tight and desperate.

“Bet they're listening right now,” he murmured. “Hard in bed, wishing it was them instead.”

Sunghoon let out a filthy moan.

You grabbed his hips and started fucking him harder—balls slapping, hips slamming, bed creaking beneath them. The wet squelch of Sunghoon’s pussy filled the room.

That bulge in his belly appeared with every thrust.

“You’re gonna come just from this,” You said, predicted even.

And he did.

Sunghoon came untouched, shaking, body locking up as his hole fluttered wildly around the thick cock inside him. His back arched, crying out your name, twitching through it.

But you weren't done.

You fucked him through the orgasm, pushing deep one last time and burying yourself to the hilt. Sunghoon screamed as he felt the heat flood him—load after load pouring deep into his cunt, making the bulge in his belly swell just a little more.

You collapsed over him, breathing heavy.

Sunghoon blinked up at you, dazed. “Don’t pull out yet.”

“Wasn’t planning to.”

They lay there, locked together, breathing mingling in the quiet room. Somewhere down the hall, a floorboard creaked.

And Sunghoon smiled.

“They’re gonna want a turn next.”

You chuckled against his throat.

“Good. I’ve got enough for all of you.”

morning after blooper

Sunghoon woke up first—barely.

His thighs ached. His hips felt bruised. His stomach still had a faint outline from where he’d been full all night. He groaned, rolling over onto his belly and immediately regretted it.

“Fuck me…” he mumbled, face half-squished into a pillow.

You, still blissfully half-asleep, reached over and lazily smacked his ass. “Already did. Several times.”

Sunghoon just whined.

He was about to say something else—maybe complain about how he’d never walk again—when the hotel door suddenly clicked open.

“Hyung? You left your—OH MY GOD—”

Jake.

Holding coffee.

Frozen in the doorway, staring at Sunghoon’s bare back and you sitting up shirtless, hair a mess, scratches all down your chest like proof.

“Dude!” Jake’s voice shot up an octave. “You said you locked the door!”

You blinked. “I thought I did.”

Sunghoon just pulled the pillow over his head and screamed.

Jake spun around, shielding his eyes with the coffee tray. “I did not need to see Sunghoon with his ass in the air at 8 AM!”

“Then close the door!” Sunghoon shouted from under the pillow.

Jake backed out blindly, bumping into the wall.

“Group chat is gonna eat this up,” he mumbled on his way out.

The door slammed shut.

Silence.

Then you leaned down next to Sunghoon’s ear.

“So… round two before they all show up?”

Sunghoon growled. “Only if you carry me the rest of the day.”

“Deal.”

tysm for 400+ notes, here's a heavily requested part two (featuring jay)

[ryes-brownies08]

brought the heat back [heeseung x male reader]

“You said it yourself, there’s obviously some shit going on between us, normal people don’t do the fucking stuff that we do. And even if you did that shit with others, would they do it the way I do?”

NSFW - If you're a minor, i literally do not care. Just dont let ur mom catch u or whatever 🤷��♂️

Requested by: @jeongincity

˙⋆✮ genre: SMUT ˙⋆✮ roles: top! mreader, bttm! heeseung ˙⋆✮ word count: 3k words ˙⋆✮ inspo: brought the heat back - enha

Synopsis: When the new guy, Sunoo, decides to move into the neighbourhood, M/n takes it upon himself to help out where he can, helping him get used to the place and even unpack some boxes. M/n's friend, Heeseung, doesn't like that at all. He feels as though he was M/n's first friend and that Sunoo is just in the way, so he becomes needy and eventually gets a reaction from M/n. What will happen when Heeseung has a moment alone with M/n?

WARNINGS + TAGS: jealousy, rough sex, swearing, heeseung is rude to sunoo 😭, insensitive at times, kitchen counter sex, in-air sex, adult life, kissing, depictions of any irl character here does not reflect who they are irl this work is purely fictional, etc

"Right... there!" Sunoo groaned as he and M/n set down a particularly heavy box next to the couch of the developing living room. The two men let out an exasperated sigh, taking a moment to look back at their shared piece of work as Sunoo’s house began to finally become somewhat coherent and take shape as a house. "Well, that was the last one," cooed Sunoo. "Seems like we're done for the day huh?"

"Better be," M/n responded, arms sore. "It's already 5pm. You don't wanna be late." M/n smiled, exhaling a prolonged breath, showing that he wasn’t breathing whilst lifting the box.

“Shit, you’re right. When did I tell Sunghoon I’d be over?” Sunoo gasped, dusting his yellow plaid flannel and white t-shirt off, before moving to the thighs of his light blue jeans. He smelled faintly of cardboard and dust accumulation, but was probably gonna shower at Sunghoon’s. It was M/n’s idea, for Sunoo to rest up at Sunghoon’s already developed house so he could catch his breath and return after a few days to finish up the own house with M/n. M/n was actually mutuals with Sunoo cause of Sunghoon, and when he heard Sunoo was moving into the neighbourhood, he’d decided to help out.

“6 O’Clock” You responded. “You got time.”

“Oh, thank god.” Sunoo chuckled. “Seriously M/n, you carried. I’ve gotta get into working out like you.”

“C’mon, I got built, for like- what, only a year ago? And I’ve not hit the gym for three weeks.” M/n chuckled sheepishly. Last Friday, M/n’s abs were nowhere to be seen, so whenever he hit the gym for the next few days, he did ab targeted workouts until it hurt to laugh, and only then did they finally come back. A few years back, M/n was quite slender, and now, he was proud to have been on the built side rather than the skinny side.

“Shut up, you’ve got biceps. And a chest. It’s not the best, but it’s my goal.” Sunoo shrugged.

“Give yourself a few months, you’ll get there if you’re consistent.” M/n smiled at him.

“Thanks so much for today, M/n.” He leaned in for a hug, the both of them indifferent to the fact that he was probably getting dust all over M/n’s black jeans and navy Lana Del Rey graphic shirt. M/n reciprocated, and only then did he see Heeseung standing in the hallway, looking at the two with a hint of irritation.

He wore a grey ‘Nirvana’ graphic tee and black sweatpants, an orange zip-up hoodie tied around his waist, indicating that he’d been helping out in the house. M/n forgot Heeseung was even in the house with them, because he’d just been so odd nowadays. Always bickering with or being passive-aggressive towards him and primarily Sunoo, who didn’t mind of course, but it was still odd. Heeseung had been called a lot of things in his life; cocky, opinionated, flirtatious, horny, resolute, ambitious – but never rude. Even now, rude didn’t suit him and he was still helping out. But he’d unpack boxes, broom floors, or anything like that by himself, forlorn in another room.

After the hug, M/n gave Heeseung a nod, and Heeseung returned a lacklustre one back. Sunoo turned to look at who it was, and when he saw Heeseung, it was difficult to understand the look on his face. It was somewhere along the lines of diplomacy, with a lean towards a look of tolerance.

“Heeseung, we’re all done. Sunoo’s off to Sunghoon’s.” M/n said, his tone casual. M/n and Sunoo had the maturity to be positive around Heeseung, and sometimes managed to get a laugh out of him. It sometimes got a bit challenging especially because the ‘rude’ Heeseung wasn’t who M/n knew him to be.

“Who’s Sunghoon?” Heeseung asked, a bit short of interested.

“The friend whose house I said I was gonna crash at.” Sunoo nodded, smiling softly.

“Ah.” Heeseung nodded, coming closer to the two, but still kept a notable distance. “Well, that’s good for you, huh?” He asked, devoid of emotion.

“No, real. I’m ready to pass the fuck out.” Sunoo said, being polite despite Heeseung’s attitude. But he couldn’t keep the eye contact with Heeseung, so he looked at M/n instead. Noticing this, M/n intervened.

“Should we see you off?” M/n asked, and Sunoo and Heeseung nodded. Sunoo began to reach for the car keys in his bowl, which rested on the soon-to-be-filled-up TV table.

TIME SKIP...

Sunoo started his car as M/n and Heeseung stood on the sidewalk, the setting sun casting a balmy glow on them. With the rev of his small Toyota, Sunoo began to take off slowly, tires squelching against the stone floor as he looked to either side of the road, taking off once it was safe. M/n waved him off and sighed in accomplishment and fatigue. When he turned to his right, Heeseung was looking at his phone for what M/n hoped was only after Sunoo left. As Sunoo drove off into the unknowable distance, M/n spoke up.

“Are you staying at mine or…?” M/n asked. Heeseung lived right across, which is why M/n got him to help out with Sunoo. The two were always close even before Sunoo came, and even though they two were off nowadays, M/n still wanted him to try to be chill with him.

“Yeah, sure.” He responded casually. Heeseung always calmed down when Sunoo was gone. Come to think of it, even when helping set up his house, Heeseung acted different when Sunoo wasn’t nearby.

He’d act jealous, and the M/n and Heeseung would get caught in weird situations. Once, Heeseung was sitting on the kitchen slab while Sunoo needed to use the bathroom, and pulled M/n close between his legs, telling him to focus more on him. Another time, he pulled M/n to the bathroom, and pushed him against the wall, telling M/n that he wanted him to get a grip.

He’d also position himself suggestively in front of M/n whenever he was nearby, making advances when Sunoo was gone, then randomly distancing. M/n wasn’t sure about a lot of it. So when the two entered the house, and Heeseung was more disinterested in M/n than usual, M/n decided to speak up about it.

“Okay, Heeseung-” Before M/n could finish, Heeseung interrupted.

“What?” He asked indignantly. M/n didn’t like that at all. It felt pejorative and uncalled for. Heeseung walked to the kitchen without a single worry in the world, scrolling uninterestedly on his phone. It only served to heighten how incredulous M/n felt.

“Okay, this is how you feel? Explain this shit.” M/n didn’t mean to transcend into a heated argument just yet, but Heeseung was making it very difficult to remain composed, and M/n wasn’t one to succumb to someone just cause they were a bit masculine – he wasn’t overtly feminine himself. “Why are you being so pissy to Sunoo? Don’t you like helping people out? Fuck, every time you help me out it really makes you feel like the man.”

“M/n, can you get off my dick, for fucks sake?” He responded. Now, M/n wasn’t that kind of person, but sometimes Heeseung just argued like a man. And not in a good way. He and M/n both were more masculine then feminine, albeit a good blend of both, but Heeseung argued like a frat boy. That’s where his masculinity was quite prominent. M/n hated it.

“Rich coming from you, isn’t it?” M/n asked, snatching Heeseung’s phone and sliding over to the far side of the kitchen slab. Heeseung was pressed up against the slab facing M/n, and even though he was looking down on him due to the slight height difference, M/n never wavered. “What’s the random shit you’ve been pulling- the secret hookups basically? Now, I’ll be honest, I knew there was something going on between us, but- hello? Whiplash? One second you’re being a dick, the next, you’re a pair of jeans away from mine?”

“Okay, and?” M/n hated that phrase; it was stupid no matter who said it, but it always won. “You’re the one being a dickrider for Sunoo’s little gay ass.”

“Yeah, and you’re bi, so Sunoo could argue you can’t pick a side.” M/n hissed, and Heeseung scoffed, moving closer to M/n in defiance.

“Look at you, you care about Sunoo more than you do about me. You know that he’s nothing like me, don’t you?” Heeseung growled.

“I don’t care about him more than- what? There’s no hierarchy of friends, Heeseung. We’ve known each other long enough to know that we don’t fuck with that. You think me helping out my mutuals changes my liking for you?” M/n spat back.

“You sure act like it. I did that ‘weird’ shit to show you I’m better.”

“Heeseung, listen to yourself. I don’t even know Sunoo that well, fuck do you mean who’s better? Why are you being so needy?” M/n said, and he ended up finding the exact word for it. Heeseung was being needy. “What, are you fucking jealous?”

“Yes, I’m fucking jealous!” Heeseung barked, and M/n had to bite down a flinch, given how he responded without a single second to spare.

“You said it yourself, there’s obviously some shit going on between us, normal people don’t do the fucking stuff that we do.” Heeseung hissed. Truly, M/n and Heeseung had done things that friends wouldn’t usually do. They had made out when they were drunk, and touched each other pretty suggestively in the past, but thought nothing of it; they were more crude than most friends, so they chalked it up as a side effect of their personalities.

“And even if you did that shit with others, would they do it the way I do?” Heeseung asked, voice dropping an octave, his body closing the gap between him and M/n. M/n didn’t stop him, given the tension. This is what Heeseung would do each time.

He brought the heat back, yet again. And this time, M/n couldn’t put out the flame in time. But secretly, he never wanted to.

“What are you trying to say, Heeseung?” M/n asked, his voice a little hoarse.

“Isn’t it obvious?” Heeseung responded, the developing blush becoming notable through his pale skin. “I want you to fuck me. I’ve wanted you to fuck me all this time. You were just too slow to get it.”

“Careful,” M/n responded, his hands slithering towards Heeseung’s ass. “Slow isn’t the word I’d be using in a minute if I was you.”

Heeseung moaned softly, biting his lip as M/n reached to cup his lean ass, enjoying how perfectly it fit in his hands. “Hmph. You make me so touch deprived that I don’t even believe you.”

“You’re gonna regret saying that. You’d better take it like the man you’re trying so hard to be with all this talk.” M/n smirked. It was arousing to M/n that someone who seemed so dominant would consider being submissive. M/n expected that when they’d try something intimate, Heeseung would be the more dominant one. But M/n didn’t hate this at all. Rather, he’d savour it.

“Getting tense, M/n?” Heeseung asked, seeing the roles reversed and M/n whinging now.  “Same goes for you; you’ve gotta fuck me like a man.”

“Bet.” M/n breathed out, longing for their upcoming tryst.

Without another word, they began to make out passionately, M/n’s jeans feeling tighter around his crotch as he grew erect. His hands travelled over Heeseung’s small ass, whispering against the sweatpants as they glided smoothly over it, giving it a firm squeeze. M/n wasn’t gonna end it there, though. He was gonna teach Heeseung a lesson.

M/n began to kiss more roughly, his tongue invading Heeseung’s mouth, as he pushed him closer towards the counter, forcing Heeseung to sit on it. Heeseung became out of breath, gasping and moaning into M/n’s lips. His eyebrows were knitted tightly in arousal and the need for air as his eyes were jammed shut. Lucky for M/n, he took a big breath beforehand. Heeseung started to see what M/n was doing, and how rough he was getting.

M/n occasionally took detours to Heeseung’s neck or collarbone, leaving mulberry marks of lust on his body. He slowly began to remove Heeseung’s T-shirt, exposing a body that was well built, with an outline of abs and developed pecs. As M/n sucked on his skin and nipples, Heeseung began letting out whiny, desperate moans.

After leaving bite-marks and hickeys all over his peer, M/n began to unbutton his own pants, letting them hang below his slender bum as he began to take out his cock from his underwear. Heeseung bit his lips, legs spread open as his own bulge became increasingly apparent through the outline of his sweatpants under the bright kitchen light.

“Bend over the counter.” M/n instructed, and Heeseung smirked as he dismounted the counter and leaned forward, leaving a bit of space between his crotch and the slab, feeling as M/n loosened the knot of his sweatpants from behind. Heeseung shuddered, the only clothes on him being the pants that fell to his ankles, whilst M/n’s still had his jeans hanging just below his ass.

Heeseung left no room for hesitation as he bent over, arching his back, his ass stretched mesmerizingly taut as M/n's dick sprung alive.

Without warning, M/n inserted his entire length right into Heeseung, thrusting with a brutal slam. The wet sound of skin slapping and squelching filled up the kitchen as Heeseung let out an erotic yelp, eyes widening in surprise at the sensation. The feeling of M/n’s raw, pumping meat, fiercely coursing through Heeseung’s ass even with the resistance of his tight walls allowed the two to be consumed by lust.

That’s when Heeseung realised maybe he did sign up for more than he asked, but nevertheless, thoroughly enjoyed it. The room was filled with Heeseung’s silky voice taking a seductively submissive turn as he moaned like M/n wanted him to.

“Fuck.. M/n..!” Heeseung gasped, mouth agape and eyes rolled back in pure ecstasy. Heeseung wasn’t able to finish the sentence, instead drooling and moaning amorously. “Don’t stop… p-please…!”

M/n chuckled at the sight, releasing a few aroused groans as he put his hand on the inside of Heeseung’s thigh, guiding it upwards so that his legs were spread wide, one of them being used to hold himself up, and the other one to his side, simply to arouse M/n.

M/n rubbed his thigh as he pumped deep into Heeseung, feeling a light tingle from what would have been a slight bit of hair. “Who’s on who’s dick now, huh?” M/n whispered to Heeseung, leaning over to meet Heeseung’s shoulderblade in a wet, sloppy kiss. Heeseung slightly turned his head to face M/n, his eyebrows raised and knitted closely together in a beautiful tide of desire.

“Fuck…” Heeseung managed to breathily chuckle at M/n’s comment, before yelping as M/n thrusted deeper and deeper, hitting his prostrate every now and then.

M/n watched Heeseung’s ass with every thrust and gave it a firm smack, causing Heeseung to let out another whiny moan.

“Such a good fucktoy.” M/n cooed, making Heeseung melt. “I love fucking your ass, baby.” He groaned, letting out a moan at the tightness of Heeseung.

Gradually, Heeseung began to release, shuddering with the intensity of his climax, eyes rolled back into his brain as he let out a whine of pleasure, cum sprinkling all over the slab and floor. But M/n wasn’t done.

M/n exited Heeseung with a wet pop, grabbed him and turned him so they faced each other, and re-inserted himself into Heeseung as the he wrapped his legs around M/n, his arms intertwined desperately on M/n’s neck.

“I’m not done just yet, baby.” M/n licked his lips, kissing Heeseung one last time and letting him catch a break before relentlessly pumping into him. As he started up again, Heeseung began to release a series of gradually more sirenic moans, parallelling the intestity of M/n’s thrusts. Eventually, as Heeseung bounced his cute little ass on M/n’s cock, M/n began to reach his climax, saving a few final, and brutal pumps into Heeseung to make this count.

“Fuck, Heeseung, I’m gonna cum..” M/n groaned.

“Me too… Ahh..!” Heeseung began to cry out, whining as he was relentlessly thrust into.

Eventually, with a few hardcore thrusts, and Heeseungs prepossessing whines, M/n released a huge load into Heeseung, the warm and sticky liquid filling him up. M/n laid him on his back on the kitchen counter again, and Heeseung could feel the stickiness of his previous release on the small of his back. As M/n pulled out, a wet trail of cum followed. The two kissed passionately once again.

“Jesus.” Heeseung breathed out, exasperated, causing the two to burst into laughter.

“How was it?” M/n asked, leaning over the counter to rest his chin on Heeseung’s chest.

“Fucking amazing.” Heeseung said, raising a hand and running it through M/n’s hair. The two boys chuckled a little, decompressing a little from the intense moment they just had.

The two sat in a comfortable silence as they caught their breath.

“Heeseung?”

“Hmm?”

“You’re not replaceable, you know?” M/n spoke, kissing his chest a bit.

Heeseung let out a small chuckle. He didn’t say it, putting on that same masculine facade, but it was clear he appreciated it. A lot, actually. M/n knew him well enough to understand that.

“We gotta clean this mess up.” M/n laughed.

“I know,” Heeseung whined, sitting up. “But can’t we just sit like this for a bit?”

M/n chuckled, looking at the man infront of him with amiableness. “Five minutes.”

Heeseung let out a chuckle. “Deal.” He responded.

The two put their heads together, foreheads resting on each other in a moment of shared warmth and resuscitation. After all, Sunoo was gonna be gone for a while.

Who knows if Heeseung would’ve brought the heat back in the coming days?

Heeseung, for one, was already thinking about it. And he wouldn’t have been wrong to think that M/n was willing to entertain the thought.

[kaysaudii]

Jay x male listener

Tw ` wet sounds, mxm, bottom listener, whimpering, dominant jay, loud moaning

`` You had to be disobedient, you had to be a brat towards him, you made him angry now look where you are. Being fucked silly as your punishment. ``

© made by kaysaudii, do not steal or claim as yours.

[oimitocat]

RIDE YOUR RHYTHM | OS

lee heesung x m!reader

3 & 1 trope + fluff + nsfw + hair pulling + slight choking + biting + riding + praise kink + cock warming + overstimulation + idol au!

a/n; the long awaited fic (do hope you enjoy)

when a group is successful two things happen- their company sabotages their rising fame by lowering their content or they overwork them.

to both you and heesung’s dismay there has been no time to yourselves. you have tried. you both have.

“yah, why are they staring at you so much?” you huff as you lean in to him during a fansign.

he looks at you with big, innocent eyes. “hm?”

“i get it you’re pretty but only i can eye you like that.”

he snorts, “eh? like what?” he smiles.

“like you’re mine.”

heesung rolls his eyes, “y/n, be for real.”

“i am-“

“hey, we gotta go do our choreography,” ni-ki taps your shoulder.

ugh. as much as you love being an idol and having fans, you also wish you could have a longer break between your schedules. seriously, at some point you felt like the only time you could see him was between waking up and going into the van to start of a busy day. interactions for the audience isn’t always authentic, so you felt STARVED.

“wanna sleep with you,” you groan as you crawl into his bed.

he scoots over, smiling to himself when you snuggle up behind him. your arms over his waist. you pepper his exposed nape with a small kiss. he smiles. you suppose this is a way to be with him when schedules get too busy.

you wake up hours later, he’s stirring in his sleep. you grab your phone and look at the time, it’s been four hours since you’ve fallen asleep. it’s 4 AM.

“sung?” you mumble, he grunts. “you okay? you’re moving a lot baby.”

“mmmhmm,” he turns over and snuggles into your chest.

you smile and place a kiss on his forehead. you close your eyes again, hoping to regain sleep. your schedule for the day is absolute madness and even just a wink more of sleep is all you want-

“n/n…”

“mm?”

you open one eye only and see his bambi eyes looking up at you. the lamp in his room is on, giving a nice glow on his skin. the two of you were too sleepy to turn it off last night. he’s tired, you can tell. yet, his hand snakes up your chest and around your neck.

you close your eyes, smiling. “heesung…”

“just a kiss…” he whispers, scooting up to peck your lips.

you giggle, kissing him deeper. it’s tender, of course, you’re enjoying the moment. he’s the one that initiates, both arms snaked around your neck already. the way his fingers card through your hair elicits a moan out of you. you always enjoy the movement in your hair, especially from him.

your hands are already down on his hips— you hear the front door open.

“mmmffff,” you groan, shoving your face into the pillow when your manager starts knocking on everyone’s door to get up.

heesung sighs, closing his eyes out of sadness.

the second time is when you’re rushing to get in the shower. you chose to sleep five more minutes and now you’re behind schedule. heesung was already showering and naturally, he makes space for you to join him. it’s normal, yet his cute eyes just enticed you to kiss him and kiss him and-

“y/n we have to go, we’re late.” he says sternly, yet smiling.

“i just want to kiss you, i can’t do that outside the dorms.” you argue.

he pours shampoo in his hand and yanks you down by the ear. “well let’s hope we come home early. now tilt your head so i can wash your hair.”

and you grumble and let him do just that. when later comes it’s too late to even acknowledge each other. you’re drained and so is he. still, you sleep with him in the same bed, always alternating from your bed or his bed every other day. it’s a tiring schedule. overwhelming.

“hyung…” jay whispers to you one evening.

you were getting your hair done. the stylist was frustrated, they were short staffed this morning and running behind. of course, they quickly managed to get more stylists on the floor to get back on track but still. the pressure was in the air.

“hm?” you open one eye and look at him.

“uhm, can you come real quick?”

“i’m still working on his hair, could it wait two more minutes?” the stylist asks.

jay gives you a look. you nod, it can wait two more minutes. yet, as soon as she’s done you excuse yourself and follow jay. everyone is running around, cameras everywhere— a hectic photo session for the new album.

“hey, sung,” you take him in your arms and kiss his head.

jay leaves you to it. heesung heaves into your chest.

“i’m so tired,” he cries. “how can i look alive in the stupid photos if i feel like i’ll pass out any minute.” he lifts up his head and looks at you with teary eyes, “we had two hours of sleep y/n.”

you nod, listening to his grievances. it’s best to always let him cry it out. he’s frustrated, tired, exhausted. all of you are.

“make me feel better,” he begs.

“heesung i can’t baby, we’re-“

“y/n,” he tugs at your shirt.

you sigh, you won’t go too far. a quick make out session. that’s all you can offer now. you know he’s pent up, you are as well.

“guys, seriously?” jungwon sigh, staring at you.

“he started it,” you mumble.

jungwon rolls his eyes, “well everyone is called for the group photoshoot. let’s go.” he eyes heesung, “hyung… try to get a touch up…” he says gently.

doesn’t matter how tired the two of you are, everyone knows jungwon carries the brunt of it more.

the third time is when the two of you were alone in the dorms. everyone else had separate promotions. heesung had one too, but until later. the two of you had time to yourselves after so long.

from watching a show, to making out on the couch. heesung’s stuttering breaths as you kissed down his jaw, eliciting soft moans from him. he melted into the couch at your touches, enjoying the feeling. it’s been so long since you’ve touched him like this.

the two of you were hungry.

“oh,” heesung breathes out, closing his eyes in bliss when you palm the tent in his joggers. you keep trailing kisses down, raising his shirt with your other hand in order to kiss down his stomach.

you feel him twitch under your palm and you reach the hem of his joggers. his fingers come to card through your hair—

all hands fly off of each other when the padlock beeps. heesung sits up alongside you, wide eyes looking at who comes inside the door.

“please don’t be naked- OH GOOD!” jay gasps.

jake laughs as he follows suit. “sorry guys, jay forgot something. oh, by the way, heesung hyung-“

heesung groans, flopping down on the couch, bitter. he still listens to jake talk, but he’s giving y/n a sour look. you laugh, adoring how upset he is.

“jake just shut up,” you tease while leaning down to kiss heesung gently.

in the end, jay couldn’t find what he needed and took up all the time you and heesung could have had to yourselves. it’s frustrating but the two of you cope better.

the new album comes out. their sleep schedule is back to being horrible. you find yourself sleeping in the van more than sleeping in the dorms. you keep having to use eyedrops to tame the visibility of your lack of sleep. the month feels like hell.

yet, once all is said and done. there’s a pause. a short moment where everyone is given a two day break. two days afterwards it’s off to do some promotions in the states.

“you have to be quiet, everyone else is sleeping.”

you raise a brow, “shouldn’t i be telling you that?”

heesung sticks his tongue out teasingly at you before kicking off his boxers. you chuckle at his cuteness, sitting up slightly on the pillows. the good thing is your room is the farthest from everyone else. still, your noise has to be kept moderately low.

“where’s the lube?” heesung asks, patting the sheets.

“uh-“ you find it and pop open the cap. “you sure you wanna ride me? last time you gave up and made me do all the work-“

“shut up,” heesung cups your mouth with his hand.

you snort and shake your head. he takes the lube bottle and pour some onto your fingers. you smile as he kisses your temple before adjusting himself on your lap. you bring your lubed up fingers under his weight and work on easing him open. it’s been way too long since any of you two had done anything, of course you need to work each other up a bit.

his fingers grip your shoulders as he balanced himself. you now smear some lube over you hardened dick, minutes after opening him up. he lowers himself down slowly when your tip aligns to his hole.

“there you go,” you say softly, enjoying the warmth that engulfs you.

heesung lets out a small breath when he’s fully seated. “ah, fuck…” he eyes you, a bit shy.

“you okay?”

“it’s been so long,” heesung giggles, pecking your lips between his words, “i feel so full…” you smile, hands on his thighs.

“i can do all the work baby, i know you’re tired,” you reason while placing gentle kisses on his neck.

he hums, moving his hips slowly. “i can do it… second round is all you.”

you snort, “oh so we’re going at it?”

“only if you want,” he says, finding a nice pace and going with it. “i definitely want.”

you grin, hands moving to the back of his waist, gripping his ass. you litter his collarbone with kisses, nibbling and licking as he rides you. your breathing becomes erratic after a while, as one of his hands comes up to card through your hair.

he tugs your hair back, making you look up at him. his hair is already sticking to his forehead as he sweats. he smiles breathlessly at you and you smile back, enjoying how good he feels. he keeps a strong grip on your hair, making you wince every now and then but he pecks your lips just as he does it, knowing well what he’s doing.

“hah…” he whines as he gets close to his orgasm, hips moving faster.

knowing he’s getting tired, you grip him and move him. you pant, feeling your own orgasm built up. “fuck, keep doing that,” you groan.

heesung swallows, tilting his head back. taking notice of his exposed neck, you kiss and kiss. he’s sensitive in a certain area and you moan when his walls flutter around you from the sensitivity. his noises go high pitched, breathless and barely audible. his body speaks out to you more and you know he’s on the edge. you tip him over it by biting the juncture of his neck.

he trembles, choking on his cry. you feel his cum spilling over your stomach as well as his. it’s so hot. you move his hips a bit more, feeling him twitch.

“hah…” you raise your head, looking up at him.

his chest heaves and you feel his legs tighten by your sides. you grin, lifting him off your lap and pulling out only to flip him over and shove him into the sheets. his hips are raised, back arching beautifully.

“so pretty,” you say as you push back inside of him.

he moans softly into the sheets. you start at a gentle pace, still recovering over your previous orgasm. the two of you like going at it without recovery periods to see how much you can handle. it’s fun.

heesung gets overstimulated fast. even as you glide your hand over his back, shoving his face into the sheets and limiting his oxygen, he gets overwhelmed pretty fast. you love pushing him, making him twitch and whine. you enjoy getting out those pretty noises from him— and both just his noises.

“what baby?” you ask as you keep pounding into him, rough and brutal. “feel good?”

“nngh,” heesung clutches at the sheets beneath him, “slow down-“

“but you’re doing so good, baby,” you say, grabbing his hips and keeping him still. “taking me so well.”

heesung’s walls flutter around you again. you grin, enjoying when he does that.

“don’t you wanna be good?” you ask, as you pull out again. “flip over.”

heesung whines before obeying. he lays on his back and sighs. his legs spread and you smile.

“good boy,” you push inside.

you glide your fingers over his half hard girth, he makes a face, turning his head and shoving it into the sheets. he makes a noise of protest as you tease his tip with the pad of your thumb. he’s sensitive, yet leaking. he’s hardening under your touch and you feel absolutely mean as you take your hand away. you lean over him, caging him under your frame.

you thrust into him, watching how his face scrunches up in pleasure. his legs around your waist, hooked by his ankles. his arms above his head, clinging to the pillow and sheets. he looks beautiful, fucked out with his head wet and a mess. you hoist yourself up in one arm bringing the on you freed up and placing your hand on his neck. he takes a sharp breath, knowing damn well your intention. the simple fact your hand is on his neck is enough for him to cum on the spot— but he doesn’t.

he brings a hand down and puts it behind your head. he brings you down, kissing you. your fingers twitch before pressing down to choke him slightly. it’s so good, heesung whimpers into your mouth. he pants as your hips stutter.

when you spill inside him again, he cums. his eyes roll back and his mouth falls open. you grip his throat, still moving your hips as you come down from your high.

“ugh,” he gasps when you let go of his neck. “idiot.”

“me?” you laugh, brushing aside his wet bangs. “what did i do.”

heesung says nothing, looking away.

“that’s what i thought.” you argue playfully and kiss his nose.

you pull out and start to clean up. it’s a lazy effort but you focus more on heesung. you take some wipes from the desk and clean him up. by the time your in the bed again, hugging him from behind, he comments on how he wants you inside. you comply, never finding it in your to deny him. you’re sensitive and make a small noise as you push inside him.

“wanna watch a movie?” heesung asks as he snuggles back into you.

you caress his hip, staring at the phone. “we’re going to fall asleep.”

he shrugs, “and? it’ll be the best sleep we’ve had in a while for sure.”

you smile, pressing a kiss into his shoulder. “okay baby, whatever you want.”

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The door clicks open with a tired sigh, hinges groaning as Jake shuffles inside.

You see it before he even speaks—the exhaustion clinging to him like a second skin. His shoulders are slumped, the proud line of his spine bowed under the weight of a long practice, his movements slow, deliberate, like every step is an effort. Sweat glistens on his temple, his golden skin flushed, his hair damp and sticking to his forehead in messy strands.

He doesn’t say anything at first. Just drops his bag with a dull thud, toes off his shoes, and stands there for a moment, swaying slightly, as if he’s too tired to decide what to do next.

Your chest tightens.

You know this version of him—the quiet, drained Jake who gives everything until there’s nothing left. The one who pushes too hard, runs too long, forgets to stop. The one who needs to be reminded that he doesn’t always have to be strong.

So you don’t speak. Just open your arms.

And he comes to you like a man collapsing into an oasis.

His weight settles against you, warm and heavy, his forehead pressing into the crook of your neck. His breath gusts against your skin, uneven at first, then deepening as he finally lets himself relax.

You can feel the tremble in his muscles, the faint shiver running through him as your hands glide up his back, soothing, possessive.

“Tired,” he murmurs, voice thick, muffled against you.

You hum in response, fingers tracing the notches of his spine, the damp fabric of his shirt sticking to his skin. He smells like salt and exertion, like the sharp tang of effort and the faint sweetness of his cologne, worn thin by hours of movement.

You press your lips to his temple—just a quiet reassurance. I’ve got you.

He sighs, melting further into you.

Then, after a long moment, his fingers tighten in your shirt.

“Jake?” you murmur.

He doesn’t answer at first. Just shifts slightly, his breath hitching, like he’s wrestling with something. Then, softer than you’ve ever heard him, almost hesitant—

“Wanna feel you.”

Your pulse stutters.

“F-feel? Like what—?” You asked, not with hesitation, but just surprise. After all, he was tired.

“Like … you know,” Jake mumbled. “Inside …”

It’s not the words themselves—it’s the way he says them. Not demanding, not teasing, just… raw. Needy in a way that isn’t about lust, but about connection. Like he needs to be close, to be filled, to be yours in the most intimate way possible.

For a second, you just hold him, letting the request settle between you.

"Okay just…" You glanced around, the urgency in the air thickening between you both—hungry, impatient. The bedroom was too far, and the floor was too hard. "Let’s at least get to the couch."

Jake exhaled through his nose, lips pressing together in a fleeting pout—so close, he was so close to having you, and the delay was torture. But he nodded, fingers tightening in the fabric of your shirt as you guided him backward.

His steps were unsteady, his body already thrumming with anticipation, his mind dizzy with these selfish thoughts of you.

The couch welcomed you both, soft and familiar, but Jake barely registered it—all he could think about was you, you beneath him, your hands on him, your heat pressed against his.

The moment you sat, he was moving, shifting, his body surging forward before he could think better of it. He launched himself onto your lap, his weight crashing into you with a needy urgency, his thighs bracketing yours, his chest pressed flush against yours.

You chuckled, low and warm, and his stomach twisted. God, he loved that sound. Loved knowing he could pull it from you.

Your hands slid down, gripping his hips—steady, grounding—and Jake’s breath hitched. His fingers fumbled at your waistband, clumsy with desperation, trembling with the sheer want curling hot and insistent in his gut. He needed you now, needed to feel you, needed you inside him so badly his skin prickled with it.

"Fuck—" His fingers slipped, betraying him, and he let out a frustrated whine.

"Here," you murmured, voice rough and indulgent, and your fingers covered his, helping, guiding, freeing yourself for him.

The first brush of skin against skin sent a shiver racing down his spine. Yours. He was yours, and the thought alone made his pulse stutter.

He licked his lips, fingers flexing against your shoulders as he lifted himself just enough—just enough to press the head of your cock against his entrance, just enough to make his breath come in shallow, uneven bursts.

Then he sank.

Slow. Agonizingly slow.

Because he wanted to feel it. Wanted to savor the stretch, the burn, the way you filled him so perfectly, so completely. He bit his lip, lashes fluttering, throat working around a silent moan as he took you in inch by inch, his body adjusting, his muscles clenching around you as if to keep you there forever.

And then—then—when you were buried deep inside him, when he could feel you in his bones, he stilled.

His breath left him in a shaky exhale, his fingers digging into your shoulders like you were the only thing tethering him to this world. His lips parted, his chest rising and falling rapidly, and his eyes—glazed, half-lidded—locked onto yours.

Yours.

All yours.

And he wouldn’t have it any other way.

Not moving, not rushing—just feeling.

His breath steadies. His weight settles. His forehead drops back to your shoulder.

“There,” he whispers, voice rough. “Just like that.”

And for a long, quiet moment, that’s all there is—the two of you, tangled together, breathing in sync.

No words. No demands.

Just this.

There’s no rush. No frantic rocking, no desperate chase for friction—just the two of you locked together, his body snug around yours, so warm and so right. His arms loop around your shoulders, fingers curling into the fabric of your shirt like he’s afraid you’ll slip away if he doesn’t hold on.

His forehead rests against your collarbone, lips brushing your skin in lazy, open-mouthed kisses—not quite intentional, just the slow drag of his mouth as he nuzzles closer, drunk on your warmth.

“M-missed you,” he stutters, voice thick and sleep-soft, like the words are spilling out without his permission.

His hips shift in tiny, unconscious circles, barely enough to be called movement, just the faintest roll of his pelvis as his body seeks more of you. His rim flutters around your cock in quiet, involuntary pulses, each little clench pulling a low groan from your throat.

Jake whimpers in response, pressing even closer, chest to chest, like he wants to crawl inside your chest and stay there.

You tighten your grip on him, one hand splayed between his shoulder blades, the other cupping the nape of his neck. His skin is fever-hot under your palms, damp with sweat and trembling faintly with the effort of holding himself up. But he doesn’t pull away—just sinks deeper, his breath hitching as he adjusts to the stretch, the fullness of you.

“S’good,” he mumbles, words slurring together, voice wrecked already. “Just… just needed to feel all of you.”

It’s not about the sex. Never really was. It’s the way he breathes when you’re inside him—like his lungs finally remember how to work. Like he can only relax when there’s no space left between you, when he can feel your heartbeat against his own.

You stroke his back, tracing the damp lines of his spine, the ridges of muscle gone soft with exhaustion.

He melts further, boneless and pliant, his weight a perfect, grounding pressure in your lap. Time blurs—minutes or hours, it doesn’t matter. Not when Jake is like this, soft and sweet and yours, his body a living prayer against yours.

He shifts again, just slightly, and you feel the way his thighs tremble, the way his hole tightens around you as he chases the sensation—not for release, just for the feeling, the proof that you’re here, that he’s not alone.

“Don’t stop,” he breathes, voice cracking. “Don’t—don’t pull out. Not yet.”

As if you could.

You press a kiss to his temple, his cheek, the corner of his mouth—gentle, reverent. He sighs, blissed-out and hazy, lips parting under yours without demand, letting you take what you need. His fingers thread into your hair, not guiding, just holding, like he’s memorizing the shape of you.

You could stay like this forever: sticky with sweat, slow and heavy, senses full of him in every way that matters. And from the way he clings to you—like you’re the only thing keeping him anchored—you think maybe he could too.

You keep him close, your hands moving in slow, soothing strokes down his relaxed back, feeling the way his body gradually loosens in your hold—like a knot unraveling, like tension bleeding out of him with every exhale. His breathing evens out, warm puffs against your neck, his fingers still tangled loosely in your shirt, still holding on, even now, even when he’s too exhausted to do anything but melt into you.

He’s afraid you’ll disappear if he lets go.

The thought lodges in your chest, sharp and tender.

“You’re okay,” you murmur, lips brushing his temple, your voice so low it’s almost a rumble against his skin. “Just relax.”

Jake makes another soft, drowsy noise—half-sigh, half-whimper—his hips rolling in the faintest, laziest grind. It’s not deliberate, not really; just instinct, that part of him that needs you, that craves the proof of your presence deep inside him. His rim flutters weakly around your cock, and you bite back a groan, your fingers flexing against his back.

You could move. You could snap your hips up and chase your own pleasure, could fuck into that tight heat until he’s sobbing your name.

But this isn’t about that.

This is about the way Jake clings to you like you’re the only solid thing in his world. About the way his body opens for you so easily, so trustingly, like he was made to take you, like there’s no version of him that exists without your hands on him.

This is about love, slow and syrupy and aching in its sweetness.

“Love you,” he mumbles, barely audible, his voice thick with sleep, with you.

Your chest tightens. You press another kiss to his skin—his temple, the slope of his cheekbone, the corner of his mouth—your hands sliding down to cup the curve of his rear, holding him steady against you.

“Love you more.”

Jake huffs a tired laugh, nuzzling into your shoulder. “Nuh-uh.”

You smile, but don’t argue—just let your fingers drift between his legs, brushing feather-light over where you’re joined. The barest touch sends a jolt through Jake, his rim fluttering around your cock, achingly sensitive.

Oh fuck.

He shudders, a quiet whine escaping him, his hips twitching forward like he can’t help it. The friction is electric, overwhelming—your cock still buried deep inside him, your fingers teasing the stretched, tender rim around it. His body pulses with it, every nerve alight.

"S’too much," he slurs, voice thick, wrecked.

But he doesn’t pull away. Couldn’t if he tried.

Instead, he presses closer, his body yielding, opening up even more, like he’s made for this, made for you. His cock twitches where it’s trapped between your stomachs, already leaking, already so fucking desperate for more.

He’s always been like this—so responsive, so easy, falling apart under the barest touch.

And you know it.

Your fingers trace his rim again, slow, deliberate, and Jake whimpers, his thighs trembling. He can feel everything—the way his body grips you, the way your cock twitches inside him, the way your fingers tease just enough to make his breath hitch.

"Want me to fill you up?"

The question is low, rough, and Jake’s stomach tightens.

Yes. Yes. Fuck, yes.

He nods, barely lifting his head, his lashes fluttering as he meets your gaze. His eyes are half-lidded, dazed, his lips parted around shaky breaths.

"Please."

The word is wrecked, raw with want.

You don’t make him wait.

But you don’t rush, either.

You roll your hips up, just once, slow and deep, and Jake gasps, his fingers digging into your shoulders. The drag of your cock inside him is maddening, the pressure building, building—

And then you do it again.

Fuck.

Jake’s mouth falls open, a silent moan caught in his throat. He can feel it—the way your cock pulses inside him, the way your grip on his hip tightens, possessive, needy.

He’s so full.

So yours.

And when you finally spill inside him, hot and thick, he shudders, his body clenching around you, milking every last drop like he can’t bear to let you go. A weak little moan slips past his lips, his cock twitching between you, untouched but so fucking close—

"Fuck," he breathes, forehead dropping against your shoulder.

Because this?

This is everything.

“There you go,” you murmur, rubbing his back as he slumps against you, completely spent. “All yours.”

He hums, already halfway to sleep, his lashes fluttering against his cheeks. “M’yours,” he agrees, voice slurred.

And God, the way that settles in your ribs—like sunlight, like something too big to even name.

You kiss his forehead, holding him close as his breathing evens out, as his body goes slack and heavy in your arms. He’s out within seconds—warm, sated, and utterly content, still full of you in the best way.

And you? You don’t move. Not yet.

You’ll let him sleep just like this—sticky and sweet, your cum dripping lazily from his well-used hole, your cock still buried inside him, because Jake has always been clingy in the best way, and you wouldn’t have him any other way.

Because this?

This is home.

EN—D

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[ part two | part three . . z Z z ]

“Hyung, where are you going?” His boyfriend said tearfully. He had been like this for days, needy.

“I’m going to the kitchen to get some things I need, babe.” Still with a tearful expression, the boy ended up making a cute pout on his pink lips. “You’ll be back soon, right? Please.”

“I’ll just fix it quickly, doll. You won’t even notice I’m gone.” You try to reassure him, giving him a little peck on the lips.

“Can’t you take me hyung?” He says, pulling a small part of the fabric of his pants.

“Hoon, it’ll be super quick, there’s no need for me to carry you, love.” You look down at him. “You can wait here for hyung, right?” Still looking at his puppy eyes, which begged you to come along, you almost convinced yourself to carry him in your arms. “Will you stay here for me, love?”

He seems to think for a moment, forming another cute pout on his lips, but reluctantly he nods. It was almost too late for you to not resist. You leave the shared room, but not before giving his fluffy hair a pat and a small kiss.

Sunghoon has been your partner for a good 4 years now, you were so lucky to have the cutest little guy as your boyfriend. Not only him, but also your other 6 boyfriends,

Sunghoon was usually not that needy, on the contrary, he usually liked to tease you and flirt madly, only at certain times did he find himself like this.

At this time he didn't go out and didn't like to leave your side at any time, if you were even slightly away, he would whine and would spend hours complaining with small tears on his face, something that wasn't typical of him.

Sunghoon has been your partner for a good four years now. You are so lucky to have the cutest penguin as your boyfriend. Not just him, but also your other six boyfriends. Sunghoon usually wasn't this needy. On the contrary, he liked to tease you and flirt wildly, but at certain times he would become more needy.

During these times, he didn't like to leave your side at any time. If he was even slightly away, he would whine and complain for hours, with small tears on his face, something that wasn't typical of him.

Sunghoon was usually needy, but in a different way.

He wasn't touchy-feely; he was the type who, if he saw you lounging on the couch with your legs spread, would come over, put his arms around your shoulders and sit on your lap, flirting for a long time, maybe exchanging a few kisses here and there, which were usually interrupted by Riki, who would be jealous or wanting to play one of his video games, which he would insistently ask you to play with him.

"[Your name] hyung! Did Sunghoon finally release you?" Jay calls out to you, who was passing by the kitchen.

"With much insistence, yes." You say, running your hands through your hair and neck.

Jay comes closer. Now you could see that he was wearing an apron and holding a spatula, probably making food for the boys.

"Are you making food?"

"Uh-huh, I was just going to ask Riki to go tell you." He turns back to the stove, stirring the pot. You couldn't help but look at him. That apron made him look so handsome, you couldn't take your eyes off him. Consequently, you couldn't resist and put your hands on his small waist, placing your head on his neck.

"You look so handsome, love, in that apron." You murmur, nuzzling his neck and placing small kisses there.

"[Your name] hyung, please stop kissing. It's giving me goosebumps." He says, embarrassed. "S-Sunghoon won't like my scent on you." Not paying attention, you continue to kiss and bite his neck, tightening your grip on his waist, making Jay lean on the counter. He looked so cute when he was embarrassed, with a blush on his face.

"Hyung—" The moment was interrupted by Riki, who entered the room, and he didn't look happy. His smile was replaced by a frown. "I can't believe this, hyung! I was going to ask you to play with me." He was visibly angry. "You left me to rub yourself against Jay-hyung!" He had his arms crossed over his chest, not at all happy.

"Riki, pup, it's not like that—"

"I don't care! You're a traitor!!" He leaves the room huffing and stomping, and you soon let out a heavy sigh, massaging your forehead.

"I get into everything." With only one hand still on Jay's waist, he quickly turns around, holding his face with both hands.

"Honey, you go over there and try to work things out with Riki, okay? I don't want to see my boys fighting." He leaves a smile on your face. He could easily cheer you up, and soon leaves a peck on your lips.

Jungwon comes running in from the hallway. "[Your name] hyung! Sunghoon won't stop whining and it's annoying! I can't stand listening to it anymore, it's messing up my plans." He complains.

"Won, I'll take care of this right now, okay?" It's amazing how problems attract you.

"I'm going to go, I'm going to go see how Hoon is doing." You finally let go of Jay. "Then I'll try to sort things out with Riki."

You barely opened the door and Sunghoon was already in your arms. "Don't you love me, hyung? I'm handsome, aren't I?" He whimpers and cries in your arms.

"Hoon, baby, I love you, don't doubt that. And yes, you're beautiful." You hold him tighter in your arms, adjusting him to be more comfortable, running your thin fingers over his cheeks, wiping the tears from his eyes and giving him little kisses there. "You're so clingy, baby. You can't even stay a few minutes without me." You run your hand through his hair, noticing the pout on his lips.

"Don't blame me, hyungie." He looks at you, looking like an abandoned puppy. "Now, kiss!" Letting out small laughs, you give him the kiss he wanted so much. It was supposed to be an innocent kiss. It had started with small pecks, but at some point Sunghoon decided to deepen the kiss. Taking advantage of the moment, he climbed onto your lap, putting his arms around your shoulders, pulling you closer.

"Hey, hey, easy." You say, trying to get out of the make-out session.

"No! I can't stand this smell on you." Sunghoon was irritated. "You go out and rub yourself against Jay-hyung. You're mine." He was so possessive. How could you forget? Remarkably, Jay's scent on you had triggered more of his possessiveness. Damn, you were so screwed.

"I'll show you that you only need me, hyung." He whispers in your ear. "I'll show you that my pussy is much better than anyone else's here." He places small bites on your earlobe, then gives it a lick. My God, you were so goosebumps, so screwed.

He didn't waste any time. He pushed you down on the bed. Sunghoon took off your shirt, which he had stolen earlier (because, according to him, 'he wanted to keep hyung with him'). Now shirtless, Sunghoon showed off his cute nipples, with a sideways smile on his face.

"Are you enjoying the view, sir?" Damn, he's going to finish you off.

The boy was shaking his hips on your lap, bringing his face closer to your lips. "Hyung is so cute. I'm cute too, right?" You nodded, sweating coldly from all the teasing. "Cute + cute equals cute babies, right, love?" FUCK, he brought up the topic.

Sunghoon knew very well about your desire to be a father. Not only that, but he also knew about the great fetish you had for reproduction, for keeping your partners swollen with cum, swollen with puppies.

"Come on, hyung, don't you want to put cute puppies in me?" He presses your ass even more on his cock, pressing your breasts together, trying to tease you even more, unzipping your pants.

"I want that big dick in me so bad, filling me up." A little pout on your lips. "Fuck, Sunghoon, you..." you couldn't even continue your speech, Sunghoon had taken his dick out of his jeans, "it's already so hard" he licks his lips, sir, you couldn't even explain how horny you were feeling "just for me" he lets out little laughs, now rubbing his dick on your still covered ass

“Hyung loves this, doesn’t he?” he says ironically, trying to provoke you. “My GOD, yes, fuck, I love this, doll.” You were one step away from exploding with lust. “I love your plump ass.” “Of course hyung loves it.” He laughs.

You were so focused that you didn't notice the change in your position, now next to you, Sunghoon was practically playing with your dick

He was lightly jerking off with just one hand, using one of his fingers to remove the pre-cum from his head, teasing your glade, all this while exchanging kisses “fuck hoon, you're driving me crazy” you hold his waist tightly, you could hear laughter and feel a smile on Sunghoon's face

He moved his hand even more, this time he bent down, getting closer to his cock, licking and kissing from his balls to the head of his cock, giving small sucks in the process.

“uh.. fuck” you let out small moans, mumbling words that were usually repeated, after all you could only concentrate on the teasing, but suddenly he stops, changing position again, now sitting on top of you “why did you stop??” you say, frustration in both your look and your words

“Calm down, don’t you want to fuck me hyung?” he asks with big eyes and a provocative smile on his lips, this boy would be the death of him.

Without wasting any time, the younger boy returned to your lap, now sitting on top of you, wearing only underwear and socks. His cock between the dark-haired boy's buttocks

“This big dick never gets tired, does it?” He looks at you deeply, with a sideways smile on his lips “maybe hyung is eager to put his babies in me?”

“Shit, I’m tired of your teasing Sunghoon,” you say aggressively, now grabbing his waist. “What are you going to do?” This boy was testing your patience.

with the provocation, you, visibly irritated, hold the boy tightly “take off those fucking underwear” “and if I don’t take them off?”

Well, the answer came soon, you ripped off the said underwear

you fucked him hard, sunghoon's face was buried in the sheets, his hands gripping the fabric tightly

you wanted so much to be with a camera right now, the expression on sunghoon's face was the most beautiful, flushed and drooling cheeks, messy hair, full lips swollen, his mouth open letting out the most beautiful moans.

“Ahhh~♡ hyung, ah fuck, hit me harder”

“Didn’t you want my babies, my little pet?” You come closer, resting your chest on the boy’s back “Now you’re going to have them.”

You change position, turning him over, your breasts now together “I'm going to fuck you so much, you won't remember tomorrow” “You'll look much prettier with your pussy swollen with my babies, won't you doll?” You whisper softly in his ear

“Hmmm… yes, oh my god yes, fill me up hyung, make me all swollen with your babies~” with that you slam harder, your balls slapping Sunghoon’s ass hard

“fuck fuck fuck♡ I l-love this” sunghoon’s brain was visibly blank, he could barely get a word out

he let out loud moans, the neighbors would definitely complain later…

“I’m g-going to ahh I’m going to cum hyung♡!! Hit harder” he hugged you tighter and tighter, holding your neck tightly, his head on your neck, smelling you “want to cum with me love?! Let’s cum together uh?”

with that sunghoon lets out the loudest moan he could, then cumming firmly, he pants heavily, still having small post-cum astonishments

“next time, I'll remember to use a condom” “oops~♥︎”

He gave you a big smile, eyes half closed, oh how you loved him.

you couldn't have a better night.

꒰ ♥︎ ꒱ ⠀ What do you think about this type of fanfic with Riki? (depending on the answer, I will make a no smut ver.)

[angelsfat3]

꽃.ㅤㅤ( 𝓕𝑢𝔠𝒌 ) ／ㅤ𝔩𝓲𝒌𝑒ᆞᆞ 𝑨𝓷𝔦𝑚𝐚𝑙．

𝖢𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝗈𝗇, 𝗅𝖾𝗍'𝗌 𝖻𝖾 𝗁𝗈𝗇𝖾𝗌𝗍, 𝗐𝗁𝗈 𝗁𝖺𝗌𝗇'𝗍 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝗌𝖾𝗑 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗍𝗁𝖾��𝗋 𝗋𝗂𝗏𝖺𝗅 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝖻𝗅𝖺𝖼𝗄𝗆𝖺𝗂𝗅 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗆 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖺 𝗉𝗈𝗋𝗇 𝗏𝗂𝖽𝖾𝗈 𝖺𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖾𝗇𝖽? .. 𝗇𝗈? .. 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎? 𝖮𝗄𝖺𝗒. 𝖧𝗒𝗉𝗈𝖼𝗋𝗂𝗍𝖾𝗌.ㅤ／ㅤ 𝑜𝑓𝑓𝑖𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑘𝑒𝑟!𝐽𝑎𝑦, 𝑟𝑖𝑣𝑎𝑙𝑠/𝑒𝑛𝑒𝑚𝑖𝑒𝑠 𝑡𝑜 𝑒𝑛𝑒𝑚𝑖𝑒𝑠 𝑤𝑖𝑡𝒉 𝑏𝑒𝑛𝑒𝑓𝑖𝑡𝑠, 𝑠𝑚𝑢𝑡.ㅤ٭ㅤ危险──R𝑜𝑢𝑔𝒉 𝑠𝑒𝑥 (𝐼 𝑔𝑢𝑒𝑠𝑠), 𝑏𝑙𝑎𝑐𝑘𝑚𝑎𝑖𝑙 𝑎𝑡 𝑡𝒉𝑒 𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑦 𝑒𝑛𝑑, 𝑏𝑜𝑡𝒉 𝑓𝑖𝑔𝒉𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑜𝑣𝑒𝑟 𝑎 𝑟𝑎𝑖𝑠𝑒, 𝐻𝑒𝑒𝑠𝑒𝑢𝑛𝑔 𝑏𝑒𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑎𝑛𝑦𝑡𝒉𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑏𝑢𝑡 𝑚𝑦 𝒉𝑢𝑠𝑏𝑎𝑛𝑑, 𝑡𝑜𝑝 𝑚𝑎𝑙𝑒 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑟.

Competing wasn't your favorite pastime. Or well, that's what you liked to believe... until Jay showed up in your life. With his shirt always perfectly fitted, his expensive watch gleaming under the white office lights, and that arrogant little smile that made your blood boil (and other things it was better not to mention).

And working next to him felt like walking on fire. Always two steps ahead of you, always with a comment ready to make you roll your eyes—or bite your tongue so you wouldn’t sound like an idiot, or worse, make you look like one.

Especially because you knew he didn’t play fair. No, Jay had a natural talent for getting too close, for whispering something in your ear when no one was looking, making you lose focus on what was actually important. Sometimes he’d leave papers on your desk… along with notes that said, "Good 'luck' today!" followed by a damn wink drawn by hand.

Yeah... Son of a bitch.

You weren't planning on losing. Not the position. Not the ridiculous war that, frankly, was starting to feel more like a game of "who humiliates the other more, wins" than a serious work competition.

So when you saw him approach that day, leaning on your desk like it was his, you could only raise an eyebrow, cross your arms, and say:

"Did you lose your cubicle, Jay? Or are you here to cry about being below me on the project consideration list?"

His deep laugh—damn attractive, of course—vibrated through the air as he shrugged.

"Below you?" he repeated, tilting his head slowly in a way that made you swallow. "Doesn’t sound too bad when you say it."

And you, instead of pushing him away, could only smile slyly, cursing internally at how much you were enjoying that absurd low voice, enjoying all the possible scenarios where your hands would be caressing his naked body.

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Sure, before all this chaos, you and Jay... well, you weren’t exactly mortal enemies.

In fact, when you first started working, there were moments when you could even call him "jayjay." You’d sit in the same meeting room, share stolen coffees from the kitchen machine, sometimes help each other out with the reports for the meetings, talk about the secretary and the boss, and laugh together at the accounting boss—Heeseung—who always forgot to mute his mic during video conferences and you could hear him eating ramen, etc.

Everything was tolerable. Fun, even.

But then, the announcement came.

A new position. Promotion. Raise. A private office with a window and all those things that felt like heaven after months (years, to be honest) of surviving in gray cubicles and chairs that squeaked just by breathing.

And the moment the boss uttered those magic words, something shifted in the air.

Jay glanced at you sideways, and you returned his gaze, both of you stopping your laughter, and in that moment, you both understood the same thing: neither of you was going to let the other win.

From that instant, the cold war began.

Jay started staying late, preparing presentations that looked like they were from a luxury ad agency. His watermark even looked that expensive.

You started adding visual details to your reports, using graphs, animations, even designing project covers like you were a frustrated graphic designer—some ideas stolen from Pinterest, but who the hell cares about that.

Mostly because Jay always had something more, something better.

Always.

If you arrived early, he was already there, with two coffees on the table, one for him and one (of course) for you, just to then say, "I don't want you to lose from lack of energy, we don’t know what could happen."

If you made a creative proposal, even if you’d asked “a little” help from chatgpt, he’d show up with something that looked like it was designed by Google.

It wasn’t personal. Of course not.

Until it started to be.

Because you couldn’t help but notice it. Every time your project was praised, Jay would smile... but then his eyes would darken, calculating and sharper.

Every time you laughed in a meeting at some useless comment, he’d look at you like you were the only loud one who wouldn’t hesitate to shut up by shouting.

Every time your boss said, "Well done, [...]! I’d like to see more of that proposal, come see me after the break," you could see Jay squeezing his pen, as if he were going to break it between his fingers.

Competing had never felt so... addictive.

It had never been so personally exciting.

Things finally exploded one Friday night when the entire building seemed to have fallen silent, except for the damn clacking of keys and the sound of frustrated, tired sighs with no real escape.

Your cubicle and his were barely separated by a thin wall, too thin not to hear him breathe, clear his throat, laugh quietly... or make some sharp remark.

"Need any help, [...]?"

Jay asked, with that voice full of false innocence.

"I mean, if you want me to check your project before you make a fool of yourself... you don’t have to beg me by torturing the poor keyboard with your fingers."

You rolled your eyes, not even turning to look at him. You already knew his expression.

"Help? From you?" you replied, letting the pen fall onto the desk with a small thud. "Ha. Don’t take offense, but I’d rather lose the opportunity than copy your... whatever the hell you call your style."

You heard him get up from the chair. The slight creak. The sound of his steps approaching and how he rolled up his sleeves.

“Don’t take offense?”

He shot, now right behind your cubicle, looking at you barely over the thin cardboard wall.

“Coming from someone who makes PowerPoint graphics like they're a starving designer... Well, I’m really flattered. At least mine isn’t complete fucking shit.”

“Complete shit?” You turned, glaring at him. “Don’t you have another place to vomit your nonsense, Park?” you asked, crossing your arms.

Jay let out a short laugh, but it was loaded with venom.

“Nonsense and me in one sentence?” He leaned slightly over the cubicle wall, too close, too arrogant.

“Come on [...], admit it... you're scared shitless. You couldn’t stand losing to me... though I think you already did. You’re just throwing desperate kicks with your boring presentations, you used to be good, but well, that was because I was the one helping you.”

That was the last straw.

Without thinking, you stood up, your hand gripping tightly at the collar of his t-shirt—that one which probably cost more than your rent—dragging him without warning into the empty meeting room.

He just let out a laugh, stumbling slightly, following you without resistance, like he was enjoying every second of seeing you angry.

You slammed the door behind you with a dull thud, not hesitating to lock it and lower the blinds.

Both of you were breathing heavily. The air in the small room became thick, charged with warm air in seconds.

Jay shook himself a little, adjusting his shirt, looking you up and down with those dark eyes that you couldn’t tell if they were challenging you or undressing you. The same ones you’d place on him when he was in a meeting or talking to another worker.

“What’s the matter, [...]?” he asked with a dangerous tone.

“Did you finally give up and are you going to ask me to be gentle when I fuck you and win that position?”

You smiled, stepping a step closer.

Or maybe it was him who closed the distance. It didn’t matter anymore.

“You have so much confidence for someone who only knows how to brag.” you whispered, so close that you could smell his cologne, a mix of wood, coffee, and something too overpowering to be fair.

Jay tilted his head slightly, his lips brushing the edge of a lopsided smile.

“Brag?” he whispered. “No, [...]. If I wanted to brag, I’d already have you pinned against this table.”

And honestly, at that moment, fighting was the last thing you wanted to do.

It was the last thing either of you did because the distance between you and Jay kept growing more tense, the words colliding in the air with each breath.

The small space of the meeting room became suffocating, and the brush of his body against yours felt like a constant reminder that, at this moment, neither of you was willing to yield, to show submission.

Until you made the first move.

With a swift motion, you pushed him back, forcing him against the table with a dull thud that echoed through the walls of the room. Jay, surprised by the sudden force, tried to regain control of himself, but his hands only grazed the edge of the table. The light in his eyes dimmed for a moment, but you didn’t mention it. Words weren’t necessary.

You took another step, pressing Jay’s face down against the table with a firm hand on his chest. He didn’t move, but his breathing became heavier, almost like a gasp, deeper, as if he had felt the shift of whatever this was.

“I’d rather see you against the table.” you said softly, not breaking eye contact. Your tone was different, deeper, more playful. The sarcasm you always carried as a shield faded away.

Jay couldn’t help but smile, but there was something nervous in his expression. He knew you had noticed. The control, the same control he always thought he had, was no longer in his hands.

“What are you... doing...?” he asked, his voice softer than usual, as if he was finally feeling the situation slip out of his hands.

You didn’t give him a chance to speak another word. With a quick motion, you placed your other hand on his neck, not applying too much pressure, but enough for him to feel that, at that moment, his freedom depended on you.

“What am I doing? What I’ve always wanted...” you said, your words sounding more like a warning than a sentence. “Shutting your dirty mouth for once.”

Jay swallowed, feeling the pressure on his neck increase, but not violently. It was subtle, gradual. You controlled each second, making it harder for him to breathe.

And that was when he saw you had made the first move. You had dropped that ‘mask’ you’d been wearing, showing a side of yourself he hadn’t expected, but deep down, he loved.

He wasn’t on the defensive anymore. He wasn’t the "arrogant" one you used to answer back to, the one you always kept at arm’s length.

Now, he was the one starting to panic.

“And you think it works?” he asked, his voice lower, almost whispered.

It wasn’t the same raised voice from before, nor that confident smile he always carried. Only a fragile line of a leader quickly fading.

“Mmh, maybe I’ll need other... resources.”

You responded with a smile that didn’t reach your eyes. You leaned in a little closer, noticing how his jaw tightened, how his hands gripped the table, searching for something to hold on to, but finding only cold.

The room was thick with tension.

You had already won. But what hurt Jay the most wasn’t losing the position at this stage of the game, but that he had been cornered by you. You, the one who had always kept a relaxed attitude, emotional distance, and those stupid, absurd ideas. Now, in that small space, he was the one losing control of everything he had planned.

It didn't take long for things to take a more... dangerous turn.

The sound of the fluorescent lights created a background melody, while the thickened air remained tense. Both of them knew something had shifted, and they knew it all too well.

Jay stayed there, leaning against the table, breathing heavily, his shirt slightly unbuttoned. The force with which you had pushed him, the way you had dominated him, left him speechless. And the most ironic thing was that, instead of feeling humiliated, something inside him twisted, yearning for more.

Each breath became faster, more erratic, and their heartbeats seemed to match the same rhythm, as if the universe had paused for a single moment, allowing the rivalry to transform into something more tangible, something more flexible.

Your hands were no longer a threat. They were a confession. Each touch on his skin became a mark, a reminder that he no longer controlled anything. Jay, who was once used to being the leader, now seemed to be desperately searching for a balance that had never existed.

One of your hands was squeezing his hips against yours, but you weren’t doing it with the violence you had before. No. Now there was a calm in your movements, a new patience. And, as you settled back into him slowly, the temptation was no longer just physical, but mental.

“I knew you’d sound so cute moaning my name, precious.” you told him as soon as you started moving, your voice so low and soft it was almost like a caress, though the words were empty. As you spoke, your face neared his, your lips just centimeters from his ear.

Jay’s breathing was ragged, his hands now trapped beneath the weight of your body. He tried to move, but his muscles seemed to fail him, and all he could do was feel. Feel how every part of you imposed itself on him, in him, how you stripped him of all the control he thought he had.

“Come on... Am I the loudmouth now? Is it too much for you?” you continued, never losing the rhythm. “Now is when I really need that mouth.”

Honestly, you didn’t expect a reply. Your body leaned into him, and the temperature in the room seemed to rise with each move you made. You felt him against you, noticing how his muscles tensed, as if, finally, he was acknowledging that the rules of this game had changed. You had taken control, finally.

It was funny, because as far as you can remember, you were standing in front of him, pulling down his pants, and all you could hear was his nails digging into the dark wooden table.

"I'm going to suck it until you're begging me to fuck your ass.. until you're sobbing and screaming for my goddamn cock.” You told him as soon as you pulled down his boxers, looking at the erect cock, dripping precum all over his shaft.

You had that perverted smile on your face, licking your lips before you wrapped your lips around the swollen head of Jay's cock, your tongue flicking out to lap at the leaking slit. You groaned at the way Jay's cock throbbed and jerked against your lips, it was pulsing with need, desperate for more of your touch.

What you clearly did by bobbing your head slowly, your tongue swirling around the sensitive underside of Jay's shaft. You could feel the thick vein running along it, could feel the way it throbbed and jumped with each beat of Jay's racing heart. It made you moan around his mouthful of cock, the vibrations traveling up Jay's shaft and making him gasp.

Your hands didn't torture themselves by sliding around to grip Jay's ass, squeezing the firm globes as you sucked him harder, faster.

You could feel the way Jay body trembled and shuddered, could hear the desperate, broken moans spilling from his lips. It spurred you on, made you suck even harder over his tip, take more of Jay into you greedy mouth.

A whimper escaped Jay's lips, that same sigh that made you smile, a subtle touch of triumph that made it clear and that made you turn back to reality. Where you were grabbing Jay's hips hard enough to bruise, yanking him back against the thick, throbbing length of your cock. You could feel it leaking, pulsing with a desperate need to be buried inside jay's tight, virgin ass once again.

“You think you can just taunt me like that, like the cocky little bitch you are, and not face the consequences?” you punctuated the words with a sharp smack to Jay's ass, watching the round cheek jiggle and redden under your palm.

You couldn't resist any longer, not when you had a round, perfect ass waiting to be filled. You pushed forward, the thick head of your cock popping past that tight ring of muscle, sinking into the scorching heat of Jay's ass.

You groaned at the feeling, your eyes rolling back in his head as Jay walls clenched and fluttered around you, trying to push you out.

"Fuck.. you're so goddamn tight even after putting three fingers in you." you panted, fighting the urge to just slam forward, to bury yourself to the hilt in one brutal thrust. You forced yourself to go slow, to push in inch by careful inch, letting Jay feel every throbbing, pulsing inch of the cock as it stretched him open.

"Ugh, shit... I want.. more.. fucking deep..." Jay groaned, his voice pitching higher with each word as your cock sank deeper into his tight heat. Jay's eyes squeezed shut, dark lashes fluttering against his angular cheeks as he fought to process the intense, overwhelming sensations.

Both of your clothes were slightly disheveled—belts loosened, zippers partially undone, pants around your ankles, the buttons of Jay’s shirt half unfastened, and his fingers clawing at the table as if that might give him something to hold onto, even though the real struggle was happening inside his mind. Every part of him wanted more, but his instincts betrayed him, keeping him exactly where you wanted him.

You didn't know how to stop anymore, as soon as you felt his insides get used to your size, your hips became pistons and your nails dug into his skin. Your balls were sticking against his, it was somewhat addictive as it filled the room with the sound, just like you used to imagine it would all those times when he would interrupt your chances to talk with your boss.

"S-stop! [...]! U-ugh... I can't.." Jay whimpered as he felt his cock rubbing itself against the edge of the dark wood. He turned his head sideways, letting you see him frown, biting his lower lip and looking at you with forgiveness. Damn, just like you dreamed.

Was it all too much for him? Of course. It wasn't normal for someone like him to be getting his dick like a prostitute on a Friday night. Although it seemed that way, judging by the way his tears were running down his face for every time you gave him a deep thrust, letting him feel a nice bulge against his tummy.

Your eyes darkened with a feral, possessive light as you watched Jay come undone beneath him, his beautiful and delicious hot liquid was between the wood, his stomach and his shirt. You watched him trembling, moaning and clenching down on your cock like the desperate slut he was.

You could feel the way Jay's body yielded to you, the way his tight, abused hole fluttered and squeezed around your shaft, trying to pull you in deeper, to keep you buried inside. This was better than using a egg toy.

"That's it... A-ahh.. fucking take it."

You growled with a voice a low, menacing rasp. You only gripped Jay's hips hard enough to bruise, slamming forward the last few inches that were outside his beautiful channel, burying yourself to the hilt in one brutal thrust. He could feel your heavy balls slap against his ass in a better way, you felt proud as you watched Jay's body jerked forward from the force of it, the desk creaking beneath.

"U-ugh... [...], p-please.."

“Shut up. You fucking needed this, didn't you, whore?" —you taunted, rolling your hips, grinding your cock against Jay's prostate.

You could feel it, that special spot deep inside Jay that made him see stars, that made him cry out and clench down on your shaft like his life depended on it.

"You needed to feel my cock splitting you open, claiming this tight little cunt.. fucking making it mine just to keep you quiet."

Jay did nothing but throw his head forward, moaning and silencing the screams that spelled your name. But was the sight of his ass bouncing, the way his ring swallowed your cock like a pro that make you feel your own release approaching, your balls tightening, your phallus pulsing and throbbing deep inside Jay's cheeks. You were close, so fucking close to filling this slutty hole with his seed, to claiming Jay in the most primal way possible.

Jay body was trembling beneath you, you could clearly hear the desperate, wanton moans spilling from his lips. That only turned you on more, made you fuck his tight heat with even more ferocity, determined to make this slut beg for your cum—although you only needed a little more to be as shaky as he was, to scream your name until it was the only thing he knew.

"Just... fucking... cum!"

Jay punctuated each word with a sharp, desperate buck of his hips, trying to impale himself even further on your throbbing cock. A needy gasp escaped him, the sound catching in his throat and morphing into an unhinged moan.

You groaned, gripping Jay's hips tighter, fingers sinking into the firm flesh of his ass, as you rutted into him with wild abandon. The desk beneath was shaking with each powerful thrust, the lewd sound of skin slapping against skin echoing obscenely in the room.

Your breathing grew even more erratic, your hands trembling slightly as you tried—vainly—to keep up the façade. But you couldn’t. You needed this. You’d been holding back only to watch that boy, the one who always bragged about being the best, being the leader, now begging you, begging you for your milk.

You leaned down, putting your chest against his back just to take his limp, sensitive cock, stroking it in time with your relentless thrusts. You could feel it pulsing in your grip, leaking cum all over your fingers.

"Yknow? I want to feel this greedy hole squeezing my cock... milking me for every last fucking drop."

Yeah.. It had been minutes fucked him through it, pounding Jay's prostate, forcing him to take every inch of your veiny meat as your spilled hot and hard into the tight clutch of his ass. You knew it was time, but damn, you had to use that ass no matter what.

"[...] I swear to God—if.. if you don't cum in me... I'll crush you at the conferen!..."

You roared, slamming into Jay—finally—one last time before burying yourself to the hilt. Your cock jerked and throbbed, painting Jay's inner walls with thick ropes of your seed, marking him, claiming him, owning him utterly.

You collapsed against Jay's back, your hips still twitching as the last spurts of your release pumped into the boy.

You could feel Jay's body shuddering, hear the choked sobs and gasps of ecstasy spilling from his lips, and you knew you had ruined him. Known that Jay would never be the same, that he would always be yours, no matter what.

"Mgh.. shit was good, but.. I'll still be better than you." You whispered into his ear, gently licking and biting it.

"Also... I was recording our... Lovely session. You dare to surpass me and you're dead, Park Jongseong."

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Honestly, I was nervous writing this. It's been a while since I've written smut, not as 'explicit' as Sunghoon's! I still hope you like this one too.︐⠀📍

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[elllisaaa]

still thinking about how sweet jake would be when he’s making love with his partner :( i usually see him as someone who prefers quickie etc. but once he makes love to his partner???? the praises??? the small kisses while he’s making love to you??? i would DIE💔💔💔

omggg stop you're so on point with this anonie because we often describe jake as a fucking freak in the bedroom - as we should - but we often forget about his romantic side

JAKE is often so busy and overworked that when he comes home, he doesn't have the energy for more than a quickie or a blowjob in the shower. and it pains him as much as you, because he's obsessed with you, your body and the way you make him feel so loved. so the day he finally can take his time with you, you think he will go all out on you and literally jump your bones but on the contrary, he goes all soft and romantic. 

he just wants to show his appreciation to you, to thank you for all the times you let him use you, for all the times you're here for him and he cannot be here for you - it's just his way to make you feel just how grateful he is to have you in his life and by his side. "you're so pretty my love, i love you so much..." his honey-like voice hasn't stopped whispering these praises against your ear from the moment he pushed his cock inside of you. his thrusts are slow and deep, making you feel all of him and holding you as close as possible because he just needs to make you feel his love for you. "i love you too jakey..." 

his touch is feather-like, contrasting with the way he's usually grabbing at whatever body parts he can, now he's letting himself and you feel his hands going everywhere, slowly rediscovering the curves he knows like the back of his hand. "fuck... you feel so good around me." jake whines against your neck, burying his head against it as the pace of his thrusts slightly increases, just enough to make you moan louder. you wrap your legs around his waist and your arms around his neck, keeping him as close to you as possible. you shiver to every one of his touches, to every one of his little kisses against your neck and cheeks. 

"jake... i'm close..." - "me too pretty, please, open your eyes, look at me when you cum..." you look up into his eyes, seeing all the adoration and love pouring out of them as one of his hands comes down to slowly circle your clit. "you're so fucking beautiful, shit... making me lose my mind..." his voice is rendered hoarse from all the noises he has been making, and it only makes you whine again, your thighs trembling as you feel your orgasm wash over you. you keep your eyes on him, watching his own face going through ecstasy. 

jake crashes over you, heavily breathing, but the biggest smile on his face as he holds you in his arms for a little longer. he sighs as you run your hands through his hair slowly, feeling him totally relax on top of you. "you know i love you right ? i'm so in love with you it hurts" jake whispers against your neck, feeling the need to remind you that he isn’t here to take advantage of you even if it might feel like it some days. "i know. i love you too." and the smile on his face as he kisses you is all you need to know.

[kittysarchive]

Dazed and confused

warnings- smut, high sex, bottom Heeseung, Dom reader?, needy Heeseung, smut no plot, quick.

"Fuck" Heeseung whimpered, taking a puff from the but. while you continue to bounce on his cock. Slamming down onto his cock, your hands grip his chest for leverage.

Small pants come out of your tired body as you soon slow down. Hips rolling over his shaft. Your hands reach over and gently take the weed from Heesung. Bringing it to your own lips, you sigh out as you feel the familiar drug swarm your mind and body.

Still holding the but between your fingers, you feel Heeseungs hands grasp your hips. Lifting you up and down to continue the rhythm. Feeling his cock once again fill up your pussy, you whine out.

"s-so big" you start to take control again, bouncing on his cock by yourself. Heeseungs hands let go on your hips, only to rest on your ass.

Taking the butt from your fingers, Heeseung brings it to his mouth. Taking the last puff before the weed ends.

Finding another rhythm, your hips speed up. Gettig the energy, Heeseung struggles to keep up with your pace. Unable to control his body let alone mind, he didn't have time to warn you. Warn you he was about to fill you up with his seed.

"Shit" You curse, feeling his warm cum seethe into your body. Hips still rolling on his cock, you release your own arousal. Tire and wanting another butt, you collapse onto Heeseungs sweaty body.

[taeraekims]

241122 JAY ☆ TOENZE: LEFT-HANDER !

[enimsiyobeht]

better than me? drabble despite the wc being 1.8k.

mdni 🦭 !! boypussy jay x amab reader. could be seen as a continuation/part two of encore (side intercourse of bp sunghoon x reader before jay swings by & steals the show) + similar elements of belly bulge, cum inflation, & cervix fucking. implied ot7 harem. implied 8th member reader. exhibitionism & voyeurism, heavy overstimulation, subtle dumbification if you squint, minor use of he/him pronouns used for reader (when being addressed), minor fingering (s. fingers himself & j. receives fingering), jay is cocky asf, hair pulling (j. receiving), rough sex, subtle brat taming if you squint, implied breeding kink, heavy dirty talk, unprotected sex (on both ends, pls wrap your willy). tysm for 300+ blog followers!!

Sunghoon was already a mess—splayed out across the hotel mattress with his thighs spread wide, his cunt swallowing your cock with greedy, fluttering pulls. His fingers clawed at the sheets, eyes rolled back, lips parted in soft, ruined moans that barely made it past his throat. Every thrust pushed him higher—overstimulated and soaked, slick dripping down his ass and staining the sheets beneath him.

Your hands were firm on his hips, keeping him steady as you drove in deep again, slow but brutal. Each time your cock bottomed out, it pressed directly into Sunghoon’s tender cervix, and he would keen, back arching like he’d been shocked. “F-Fuck—g-gonna break me,” he whimpered, tears slipping down his cheeks. “Your cock’s too much—‘s too deep—”

“You’re taking it, though,” you murmured against his throat, biting softly. “Taking it so damn well.”

Sunghoon sobbed, nails scraping helplessly down his own thighs. “Y-You’re gonna make me come again—c-can’t—”

A voice cut through the wet sounds of skin and moaning.

“Seriously?”

Jay stood near the window, arms crossed and one brow arched, clearly unimpressed—or maybe just impatient. His shirt was long gone, sweatpants riding low on his hips, revealing the defined V-line and flat stomach that twitched every time Sunghoon moaned again. “You’re still at it?”

You looked over your shoulder briefly, lips curved in a smirk. “Problem?”

Jay scoffed. “No. Just didn’t think Sunghoon would be greedy enough to hog your cock for twenty minutes.”

Sunghoon didn’t have the energy to glare. He whimpered instead, hips jerking as your cock slid deep again. “I-I’m not hogging—he’s not done—!”

Jay rolled his eyes. “He’ll be done when I say so.”

He moved closer to the bed, eyes locked on the mess between Sunghoon’s thighs—the sticky trail of cum leaking from his stretched pussy, the soft flutter of his walls every time you pulled back. Jay tilted his head, lips curling. “You’re really gonna let him melt like that while I sit here untouched?”

You stilled for a moment, your cock still buried in Sunghoon’s cunt. Then you glanced at Jay, amused. “You jealous?”

Jay stepped up to the edge of the bed, hands on his hips. “I’m saying I can take it better.”

That got Sunghoon’s attention. He blinked up at Jay, still trembling. “A-Are you serious?”

Jay just smirked, already tugging his sweats down and stepping out of them. “Dead serious.”

You finally pulled out of Sunghoon, leaving his pussy clenching around emptiness, leaking cum down onto the sheets. Sunghoon whined, hips twitching as his hands shot between his legs to touch himself, unwilling to feel empty.

Jay climbed up beside him, reaching over to run a hand along his thigh. “You look fucked-out already,” he teased, fingertips brushing lightly against the soaked folds. “You really think he’s done with me?”

You settled back on the bed, cock glistening with slick and still hard. Your gaze raked over Jay’s body—from the flush in his cheeks to the tight, wet folds between his thighs, already swollen with heat.

Jay met your gaze, bold as ever. “Use my pussy next. I’m not gonna cry or beg like him.”

Sunghoon moaned softly at the insult but couldn’t argue—not when your cum was still dripping out of him, not when his pussy twitched at just the thought of watching Jay get split open next.

You leaned forward, gripping Jay’s jaw with one hand. “That mouth of yours is gonna get you in trouble.”

Jay smirked. “I’m counting on it.”

Jay didn’t flinch when you shoved him onto his back, legs spread open over the same spot Sunghoon had just been ruined in. His hands went to his thighs, holding himself open with practiced ease—his folds were flushed and glistening, already wet from anticipation, slick stringing softly between them. The pink of his clit peeked out, twitching from the cool air brushing over it.

You didn’t move right away. You knelt between Jay’s legs and just stared, taking in the way his cunt clenched around nothing, fluttering with every breath. Jay’s belly tensed under the attention, but he didn’t look away.

“Don’t look at it like that,” he muttered, tone defensive, cocky. “You gonna fuck it or just admire it all night?”

You leaned down and licked a slow stripe up the inside of Jay’s thigh, stopping just shy of his pussy. “Pretty for someone so damn loud.”

Jay huffed, clearly holding back a twitch when your thumbs spread him open, exposing the slick folds in full—glossy, puffy, soaked. His hole clenched again at the air, hungry. He wouldn’t say it out loud, but the second your fingers dipped in to tease at the entrance, his body betrayed him: back arching, hips grinding subtly into the touch, clit twitching as it brushed against his palm.

“Fuck,” you murmured, thumb brushing over the clit deliberately now, watching the way Jay jerked in response. “You’re dripping and I haven’t even touched your pussy properly yet.”

Jay scoffed. “Not my fault you’re taking forever.”

But he was breathless now. His chest rose and fell quicker than before, eyes flicking briefly to Sunghoon still laid out beside him, dazed and watching through a haze of overstimulation.

Your fingers pressed deeper. Two at once, slow but firm, fucking into Jay’s tight pussy while your thumb circled that swollen clit in tight, maddening patterns. Jay’s thighs trembled, but he bit down on the inside of his cheek, refusing to moan first.

“You’re holding out,” you muttered, voice low. “Let’s fix that.”

You replaced fingers with cock. No warning. Just the thick, lubed head nudging at Jay’s entrance and pushing in—slow, mercilessly slow—until the tight ring gave way and swallowed you up. Jay gasped, spine curving, his cunt slick and tight around the intrusion.

It was different than Sunghoon—Jay wasn’t shy, wasn’t whimpering and overwhelmed. He took it like a challenge, kept his legs wide open and his teeth clenched through the stretch, even when the pressure forced a soft bulge into his lower belly.

“Still think you can take it?” you asked, as if confirming when you went halfway in.

Jay exhaled roughly. “Hah—yeah. Don’t stop now.”

You slammed the rest in. Jay choked, finally letting out a broken sound as his cunt squeezed tight around the cock buried to the hilt. His clit rubbed against your base with every grind, sending sparks of sharp pleasure up his spine.

Sunghoon whimpered at the sound, shifting weakly beside them. His fingers toyed lazily with his spent cunt, eyes fixed on the way your cock made Jay’s stomach bulge with every deep thrust.

Jay’s breath came faster now. “F-Fuck—fuck, okay—shit—” His hands scrambled for your shoulders, gripping tight as the rhythm picked up. “So fucking deep—”

You grabbed his hair and pulled, arching Jay’s throat up to expose the flushed skin. “Not crying yet?”

Jay moaned through clenched teeth, his pussy spasming from the pressure. “N-Not yet—hah—nngh—fuck, keep going—”

“Yeah?” you growled, hips slamming forward, cock punching into his cunt with a wet slap. “Take it, then. Gonna fuck that smug attitude right out of you.”

Jay’s eyes rolled back, the smack of skin and the obscene squelch of his soaking hole filling the room. Every time you bottomed out, his cunt squeezed like it was trying to trap you there, greedy and twitching around the intrusion.

“I-I can feel it—” Jay gasped, eyes wide, hand dragging down to press on his own bulge. “Feel your cock inside—fuck—”

Your thumb found his clit again, rubbing fast and hard as you pounded into him. “Come on, baby. Come for me. Show me and Sung how cock-drunk that tight pussy can get.”

Jay came with a strangled sob, cunt convulsing around your cock like a vice, body arching as slick squirted out around the intrusion. “F-Fucking—fuck—!”

He was trembling now, legs shaking, face flushed and open with wrecked pleasure.

You didn’t stop.

Jay couldn’t speak.

His mouth hung open, breath caught somewhere between a gasp and a moan as his cunt spasmed around the cock still buried inside him. The first orgasm had hit so hard it left his body twitching, walls milking your length in desperate, greedy pulses like he couldn’t bear the idea of being empty again.

You didn’t give him space to recover. Your pace was relentless—hips snapping forward, balls slapping against Jay’s ass, slick leaking out in messy gushes from how wet and overworked his pussy had become.

Jay’s fingers clawed purposefully crescent marks at your shoulders, digging in deep like he needed to anchor himself to something real. “C-Can’t—fuck—s-sensitive—!” he gasped, voice cracking beautifully. “You’re gonna—gonna make me—”

“You already came,” you growled against his throat, one hand holding Jay’s thigh up as you thrust in even deeper, angling perfectly into his sore cervix. “You think I’m stopping now?”

Jay cried out. He was trembling from head to toe, clit flushed and swollen from the way your body pressed against it with every rough thrust. His belly bulged visibly, obscene and perfect, his pussy so stretched around the thick length stuffing him full that the shape of it could be seen every time you pushed in hard.

“Look at you,” you muttered, licking into the corner of Jay’s mouth. “Cock-drunk already. All that attitude for what?”

Jay whimpered helplessly, his hands sliding down to push against his own belly, feeling the way the thick head of your cock bulged up inside him. “Wanna—wanna feel it,” he slurred. “Want it deep—inside—fill me up, please—please—fuck, don’t pull out—”

You didn’t answer with words. You shoved Jay down harder into the mattress, hips grinding deep as your cock throbbed inside the soaked heat. The moment the tight ring of Jay’s cervix gave just a little more, letting the tip kiss past it—

Jay screamed.

His legs wrapped tight around your waist, nails raking down your back. His second orgasm slammed into him like a wave—sudden, hot, overwhelming—cunt spasming uncontrollably as another gush of slick squirted out around the still-pounding cock inside him.

And you fucked him through it. Deep, rough, desperate thrusts, chasing the edge with the sound of Jay’s wrecked moans echoing in your ears.

When you finally came, it was with a deep growl and a sharp snap of your hips. You buried yourself to the hilt and stayed there, your cock twitching hard as thick, hot cum spilled into Jay’s cunt—pump after pump, painting his insides full, the pressure so deep and tight that more leaked out around the seal of their bodies.

Jay moaned through it, too fucked-out to form words, just clinging to you and trembling as his pussy was bred full. His belly tensed again, warm and full and messy inside, and he didn’t stop clenching around it.

When you finally pulled back slightly, Jay whimpered at the shift, his pussy pulsing around the movement. He wasn’t empty, not really—not with how full he was, your cum seeping from him in slow, heavy drips.

Sunghoon, still dazed and quiet beside them, reached out with shaking fingers to touch where it leaked out. His voice was hoarse.

“I want it again,” he whispered. “I want that next.”

Jay just laughed breathlessly, dragging a hand down his slick-coated stomach. “Get in line.”

here you go horny anons (/nsrs, tysm for 400+ notes on encore, & ty to oomf for giving me motivation to write this)

[jaeyunzzx]

Imagine holding onto Jungwon’s waist whilst he rides you. He’s literally built for bouncing on cock, that slutty waist needs someone’s hands all over it, helping him bounce up and down until he’s screaming and shaking from overstimulation.

[straykids-2001]

heyyyy so i don't really know you too well (searching for more dom reader accounts cuz everyone I'm following hasn't posted in months 😭) but i see you write for enhypen 🤭 since you asked for a request I thought I'd just share an idea...

Picture this. Reader and Sunoo both woke up for the day but it's a day off. Sunoo is humping Reader's thigh (and maybe sucking Reader's boob but if you wanna make it gender neutral then you can change or skip that part) He whimpers and calls Reader mommy/noona/whatever (I realllllly like mommy but again you can change or skip for gen nuetral) but he's getting tired because poor baby doesn't have much stamina. It's clear he's getting worn out but he's embarassed to admit it. So reader offers to take over (he agrees) and you can decide what happens next 😋

im sorry if this was too much or too weird. feel free to ignore if uncomfy. also if you dont wanna make a whole fic you could just share your thoughts about the idea 🤔 you can add whatever you want tho i dont mind 🙃

NEEDY BABY

Sorry it took so long. I hope you like it😓😃

Warning (praise, dom reader, sub sunoo, language, choking, dry humping, grinding mostly like cringe, mommy kinks, nicknames (princess, my love, baby) and I think that's it)

Your eyes fluttered, open as light shined in the room. You let out a low groan as something grinded against your leg.

You turned to him with half lidded eyes,

Sunoo had a needy expression on his face, He looked up at you with big wet eyes clinging to your leg, his body pressed against yours as he grinded down

"Please.....n-need you s-so bad." He whimpered loudly, making your eyes soften

You blinked the sleep from your eyes and looked at the boy. "Oh baby." You cooed gently, grabbing his waist and grinding him down

But that wasn't enough for him, Sunoo let out a whine as you grabbed his waist and grinded him down on your leg, his body trembling from need. He buried his face in the crook of your neck, his hot breath tickling your skin as he continued to grind against you.

"M-more... I want more..." he whimpered, his hips moving faster and more desperately against you, clinging to your shirt

"Want mommy to do all the work?" You asked gently with a small smirk on your lips as he nodded quickly, Sunoo nodded again, his face still hidden in your neck.

He was too embarrassed to look you in the eye, but his body was honest enough to show you just how much he wanted you.

"Please, mommy... want you to take control. " he said, his voice a mix of desperation and submission. You chuckled, then moved on top of him.

"My pretty little princess." You muttered, leaving little kisses in his neck and collarbone

Sunoo let out a soft gasp as you moved on top of him, his body shuddering at the feeling of your lips on his skin. He tilted his head back, giving you more access to his neck and collarbone, his hands clutching the sheets beneath him.

"All yours..." he whispered, his voice barely audible as he submitted to you completely

"Can't do anything by yourself always need mommy's help." You whispered lowly, kissing his jaw line

Sunoo's face flushed with a mix of embarrassment and arousal at your words. He couldn't deny the truth behind them, his body and mind completely dependent on you.

"Y-yes... I can't do anything without you..."

he admitted, his voice trembling slightly as he arched his neck, silently asking for more kisses

"But that's ok, mommy knows you're her good boy." I pushed up his shirt gently, making him shiver and hold his hands up

His chest is now exposed to your touch, He looked up at you with big needy eyes, his body squirming under you with anticipation

of what would happen next.

You kissed over his nipple and smirked as he moaned, taking it between your lips as you watched him. He let out a loud moan and arched his back off the bed

*Sunoo's moan grew louder as you took his nipple between your lips, his back arching off the bed in pleasure. His hands clutched the sheets tighter, his knuckles turning white from the force of his grip.*

"A-ah... yes, mommy... please..."he whimpered, his eyes shut tight as he focused on the sensation of your mouth on his sensitive nipple.

You chuckled and picked over the sensitive bud, teasing his nipples just to hear all his pretty little sounds, Sunoo's breathing became more rapid as you continued to tease his nipple, his body trembling with need and desire. He tried to buck his hips up, seeking friction, but you held him down firmly with your weight.

"P-please, more... I need more, Mommy..."he pleaded, his voice filled with desperation and a hint of frustration. His eyes fluttered open a tear fell, making you take pity on him

You took pity one boy and discarded all your guys' clothes, making him gasped quietly and moved his hand to your waist

He let out a soft gasp as you stripped, his eyes roaming over your body hungrily. "You're so beautiful, mommy..." he breathed out, his gaze filled with admiration and desire

"Thank you, baby, you're just beautiful." You whispered and grabbed a holded of his cock, slowly rubbing up and down the semi hard cock

Sunoo let out a shaky moan as you grabbed his cock, his body arching into your touch. He was already sensitive and desperate, his cock twitching in your hand as you began to rub it.*

"M-mommy... feels so good..." he whimpered, his eyes fluttering shut as he surrendered himself to the pleasure, "Yeah, mommy, making you feel good?" You smirked, speeding up you hand as you watched his face

Sunoo's face contorted with pleasure as you sped up your hand, his breaths coming out in short, gasping moans. He nodded vigorously, his eyes still closed and his head thrown back in ecstasy.

"Y-yes... yes, mommy... so good... I love it..." he managed to gasp out between moans, his hips bucking up into your hand desperately

You lifted your hips and ran the tip over you fold making you bit your lip to hold back a moan "Fuck princess." You muttered, looking down at him

Sunoo's eyes snapped open as he felt you tease your folds with the tip of his cock, his gaze filled with a mix of desire and anticipation. He bit his lip as well, trying to hold back a moan at the sight of you above him.

"Please, mommy... need to be inside you..."

He begged, his voice trembling with need. He looked so pretty like this.

Sunoo looked absolutely wrecked beneath you, his hair messy and disheveled from your touch. His eyes were glazed over with tears, and his lips were parted as he panted heavily. He was a beautiful mess, completely surrendered to your control and desperate for your touch.

You smirked and pushed his tip in you, making you let out a moan and tilt your head back

Sunoo's eyes widened as you pushed his tip into you, a low groan escaping his lips. His hands clenched the sheets even tighter, his knuckles white from the force of his grip. He watched you with a mix of awe and desire, his eyes fixated on your face as you moaned and tilted your head back.

"Oh god... so tight..." he gasped, struggling to hold himself back from thrusting up into you

You looked down at him and gently eased him in you "Fuck princess so big." You groaned, sitting your hands on his chest and rocking back on his cock

Sunoo's chest heaved with ragged breaths as you eased him deeper into you, his eyes rolling back in pleasure. He couldn't help but let out a strangled moan as you rocked back on his cock, his body shaking with the effort to remain still and not thrust up into you.

"You're... you're taking me so well, Mommy..."

he panted, his hands moving to grip your hips tightly, You let out a moan and leaned down to kiss him

Sunoo immediately responded to your kiss, his lips moving hungrily against yours. He wrapped his arms around you, pulling you closer as he deepened the kiss, his tongue exploring your mouth with desperation and need.

Letting out a low groan as you two kiss, you hips moving faster as rode his cock "Making mommy feel so damn good my love." You muttered against his lips

Sunoo moaned into the kiss, his body arching up into yours as you rode him faster. He broke the kiss, gasping for air as he clung to you tightly.

"M-making me feel good too... so damn good, mommy..."

he whimpered out, his hips bucking up to meet your movements. His eyes were glazed over with pleasure, his gaze fixed on your face as you rode him

"Fuckkkk." You threw your head back as your eyes rolled back, "fuck my pussy baby."

Sunoo let out a low growl at your words, his grip on your hips tightening as he lost control. He started to thrust up into you harder and faster, his body desperate to please you.

"Yes, mommy... I'll fuck your pussy... I'll make you feel so good..." he panted, his voice laced with need and determination, you looked down at him and gently pushed his hair out his face "Feels so good baby." You moaned softly

Sunoo's eyes fluttered closed as you pushed his hair out of his face, a soft moan escaping his lips. He looked up at you with a mixture of adoration and desire, his gaze filled with love and devotion.

"I love making you feel good, mommy..."he murmured, his voice strained with effort as he continued to thrust up into you

You squeezing around him and groaned "Fuck who's a good boy?" You asked firmly

His body trembled as you squeezed around him, a strangled moan escaping his lips.

"I-I am, mommy... I'm your good boy..." he whimpered, his voice filled with submission and obedience. He looked up at you with pleading eyes, desperate for your approval and praise

"That's right baby, mommy's good boy so fucking good." I growled snapping your hips forward

His eyes rolled back in pleasure as you snapped your hips forward, a loud moan tearing from his throat. He arched his back, his body shuddering with each powerful thrust.*

"A-ah... yes... so good... your good boy... only yours..." he babbled, completely lost in the pleasure and the feeling of being completely at your mercy*

"Going to cum princess?" You asked, moving you hand to his neck, squeezing just how he like

Sunoo nodded frantically, his eyes pleading and desperate. He looked up at you, his expression a mix of need and submission.

"Y-yes... I'm so close, mommy... please... please let me cum..."he begged, his voice cracking with desperation,

You moved your hip faster and let out a loud moan as he hit your sweet spot "Fuck just like that baby, going to make mommy cum." You moaned to him, you voice sleep shaky as you spoke

Sunoo let out a strangled moan as he felt you tighten around him, his eyes rolling back once again. He tried to hold on, to last longer, but the feeling of your body writhing above him was too much. He knew he wouldn't be able to hold on for much longer.

"A-ah... I'm trying... trying so hard, mommy... feels so good... I can't..."he panted, his hips bucking up wildly as he desperately tried to make you cum first

"Cum baby, cum for mommy." You groaned and slammed down on his cock with a cry as you came

His body went rigid as he felt you cum around him, his own orgasm ripping through him like a tidal wave. He cried out your name, his back arching off the bed as he spilled inside you, his body trembling with the force of his release.*

"Mommy... mommy... oh god..." he gasped, his hands gripping your hips tightly as he rode out his orgasm

You whispered gentle praises and pulled him out of you, feeling his cum drip down you leg as you stood up, to give the sweet boy aftercare

Sunoo panted heavily, his body limp and exhausted as he came down from his high. He watched you with a dazed expression as you stood up, his eyes fixated on the sight of his cum dripping down your leg.

He made a soft, needy sound, wanting nothing more than to pull you back down and hold you close

You cleaned the boy up gently with a wet, warm rug, then threw it in the dirty basket. You laid down next to him and pulled him to you. "I love you, princess." You muttered quietly and kissed his head gently,

Sunoo snuggled into your embrace, wrapping his arms around you tightly and burying his face in your chest. He let out a contented sigh, feeling safe and loved in your arms.

"I love you too, mommy..."

he murmured, his voice soft and sleepy. He closed his eyes, relishing in the feeling of being held by you and the gentle kisses you placed on his head

The End

Hope you'll like it. I tried my best, but I won't lie. I almost gave up, but thanks to @victorbutnotreally I didn't, so yeah

Enjoy

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FLUSH MY HEART | EN-

༘۠ heesung, jay, jake, sunghoon x m!reader

༘۠ omegaverse! au + nsfw + mating cycles + alpha! reader + breeding kink + crying

༘۠ a/n: chose to not sleep for this.

heesung overheats a lot, his body is feverish and he’s constantly aching to be knotted

he’s more into a little pain, bite him, mark him, bruise him, it takes his mind off his hot skin

he LOVES it when you coax him to take your knot

make him scent drunk on your pheromones

his head is thrown back, eyes blank from bliss. his skin is flushed with a red hue, skin slick from sweat and other fluids. his back is arched and his thighs twitch around your hips.

“so pretty,” you say with a raspy voice, “my omega looks so pretty. don’t you baby?” you take a hand and press it on the buldge in his stomach. he lets out a choked noise, “so pretty all stuffed with alpha’s seed. you can take more, right baby?”

“yes, yes,” he sighs out as you pop your knot.

he smiles lazily as you pepper kisses along his scent gland.

he also coax you into popping a knot

you two have mutual dominance shared, but absolutely you are the one that is in control 99% of the time

also— he loves it more when you bathe him between the heat rounds. and if you pop a knot in him and scent him back up after it he’ll fall in love all over again

overwhelm him. don’t show him any mercy. make his omega feel more than wanted.

mark him up, shove him into the sheets.

he’s your cum dump. breed him.

“you want my pups?” you grunt as you slam your hips into the flush of his ass, your hand is gripping his head and shoving it into the sheets. “wanna be round and full? hm?”

“alpha-“ he moans, “m’good, good to mother your pups. please, please-“

cum and slick would drip down his thighs, pooling at his knees. he likes it from the back, so this position is one he could be in for hours as long as your knot him over and over. fill him up but he’ll never be satisfied.

you find yourself getting lost in your own alpha desires when he’s in heat

his omega is very convincing, even when you two have spoken about not having pups (yet)

still, you mount him on the bed, on the floor, in the sink. he loves that.

make his bones ache and his limbs feel numb. make him feel is for weeks after his heat is over.

he wants more action than talk during his heat.

still, he makes sure to take care of you too. his omega is extremely nurturing.

a silent but heated cycle, mhm.

not all omegas need to be fucked through their heat. jake isn’t exactly one of those, but he does prefer less fucking.

he needs a knot occasionally

but those occasional moments are where he needs you balls deep and have his hole overflowing with your cum

he’s whiney. even when you’re just running your hand through his hair he’s sensitive

he likes being scented, wants your scent all over him.

“smell so good,” you’d grumble into his neck, “but you smell better with me all over you.”

“mmn,” he hums.

your hand roams down, finger prodding at his entrance. his breath hitches, eyes closed in bliss. you always manage to know when to excite him, when his body needs a knot for certain.

“mnnn,” he shakes his head when you shove a third finger. “no hands alpha,” he has an arm around your neck as the other tries to push your hand out.

“want my dick instead?” you grin.

he nods, eyeing you like an innocent pup. you grin wickedly.

literally destroy him before popping a knot. make him beg for it. he loves knowing his alpha wants him.

he’s a really whiney person during his heat

he honestly has a lot of cramps, can barely move throughout them

he LOVES it when your hands rub his stomach while cuddling

he needs a knot occasionally

he DOES NOT like it when you’re brute with him, he needs tender love

loves having you inside while cuddling, knot or not, he needs you balls deep, it helps with the cramps

“y/n…” he mumbles, moving around in your arms. “alpha…”

“yes baby?” you look at him.

“want a knot…” he’d mumble into your neck, shy but desperate.

you’d smile tenderly at him, moving your hips. you sometimes do get too ahead of yourself and overwhelm him with your desire to ruin him. it’s very rare he’d want that.

“alpha, no,” he’d whine when you grip his hips too hard. he’d fidget and move.

“sorry baby, my omega just feels so good.”

talk him through it, he’s a bit of a crier but it’s only because he loves having his alpha be gentle (and he’d obviously cry when you’re not gentle).