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[sincerelyrki]

you don’t look like an angel

being heavens highest angel, lee heeseung was completely and utterly fucked. he’d made the one mistake that could cost him both his wings and his immortality- he had summoned a demon into the most sacred paradise on earth. it was only his luck that it wasn’t just a regular impure demon; no, it was worse. he had summoned a succubus.

paring : virgin!angel!heeseung x succubus!fem!reader

warnings + genre : smut. slightly dubcon (heeseung didn’t know what was happening). corruption. religious guilt. begging. unsafe sex. marking. oral (m). riding. slight degradation. begging. profanity. blood. cumming untouched. demons hiss and purr.

wc : 5.9

a/n : idk what this is but i had to read the entire thing out loud to make sure it sounded right and i think it’s safe to say that this might be one of my favourite works i’ve ever written so far? something about heeseung and corruption…anyways, as always i’d love to hear everyone’s thoughts 🤞

written perm taglist : @vousty @ilololoveyou @moon0fthenight

Heeseung was just finishing his final prayer when it happened, his hands still pressed together at the base of his forehead. Earlier in the day he’d heard about a new prayer, one that was said to be extremely popular with the rising youth. 

It was spoken in another language, one far too complex for Heeseung to understand. But the words were simple, easy to pronounce and fairly similar to a chant he’d heard his mother pray with. 

Due to its simplicity, it allowed more room for error. One small mistake could change the outcome of any prayer spoken through an angel's lips. Their loving prayers were far more powerful than any other beings, their direct connection with the lord strengthening their pleas. 

With the ability to heal an unknown disease with a singular sentence, an angel's voice was the most sought-after remedy.

But as the old saying says, with great power comes great responsibility. 

With a voice as strong as theirs it was bound to be heard. Whether it was heard from the lord or other angels, someone was always listening. 

What Heeseung failed to realize was that the language of his new prayer was the language of the unknown. No living human understood the language, their own interpretations being nowhere near the direct translation.

But like all other sayings, their false words made their way through the clouds. The wind was listening, the echoes of their translations meeting the ears of a few young angels.

They weren’t of the right age to learn about the wind's voice yet, so they did what they thought they had to. They spread the word, the listening angels hearing their prayers. 

It was a cruel game of telephone, the words jumbling together until it was forced to make its own poem. Heeseung just happened to be at the receiving end of one of one.

For a room that was well above the atmosphere, it was oddly humid. The freshwater flowers that thrived in his usual cold room were now completely withered. Their once vibrant petals were now dyed a terrific red, the hue straining their pure white appearance.

Heeseung watched with the utmost confusion as they contorted within seconds, the vapour diffusing into a puddle of red acid that gathered alongside the vase, identical red streams dripping from each individual stamen.

His hand moved on its own, his fingers a hairstring away from the mysterious liquid before a loud voice echoed from the other side of the room. Heeseung’s main light went out, his bedside lamp coming to life on its own. 

“You shouldn’t touch that.” Heeseung jumped in place, his wings springing free from their confinement in his attempt to defend himself. 

He was light on his feet when he spun around, unfortunately for him- he saw nothing but darkness on the other side of his room. Your figure blending right into the background. 

He grew panicked when his hand was met with air when he reached back for his bow, the situation drawing down fast on him. Not only was he stuck in a room with a mysterious creature but he was left defenseless in said room with the mysterious creature.

What were the chances that you were another angel?

“Are you looking for this?” The angel's jaw fell in shock when his missing bow dropped by his feet, the riser snapped clean in half. His heart sank at the sight, pain creeping across his chest. 

His bow was crafted with the finest materials, the limbs harvested from their most sacred willow tree’s aged bark- embezzled with an intricate carving for each of his greatest accomplishments. 

In an instant Heeseung grew nervous, he knew he wasn’t in the presence of an angel. Each angel was sworn by an oath, and the roots of the tree webbed across their every bone, making it impossible for them to harm such a sacred weapon. 

His jaw remained open when you finally revealed yourself, you were the envisionment of sin.

Yep, you definitely aren’t an angel.

Your breasts were held up with the tiniest fabric he’d ever seen, nothing but two small triangles hanging from your shoulders that were attached with a thin knot. The article did nothing to hide your body, everything except for your nipples out for him to see. 

His cheeks grew inflamed by an invisible force pulling his eyes down to follow the curvature of your exposed waist.  A slightly larger triangle sat hugging your hips, the right side of your hips was exposed, the fabric cascading in a diagonal slit towards your left thigh. It took him several seconds after staring at your legs to realize what he was doing. He slapped his right hand over his eyes, lips opening to recite his prayers.

Heeseung felt ashamed of his reaction, as angels weren’t supposed to observe nudity in a sexual manner. He’d never viewed another person's body in the way he did yours and he’d spent many hours aiding the other angels bathe during their sicknesses- this was a whole new territory that he’d never dared to think about. 

You, of course, noticing his ashamed prayers couldn’t help but take offence. Why would he beg for forgiveness after he called out to you? It wasn’t god who he should be worshiping, it should be you. 

“You can’t help your reaction, my body is supposed to make you feel like that.” You humoured him anyways knowing that none of this ashamed shit that he was feeling would matter in an hour. 

Heeseung vigorously shook his head in denial, your words not helping his inner turmoil at all. You were wrong, you had to be. He was supposed to be an angel and angels don’t act upon sin. 

He’d spent his entire childhood learning about each sin, spending hours of his life drowning in the promise of devotion. 

He had been loyal since the day he was born, temptations weren’t even a thought in his head anymore. He was the living epitome of purity. How could he honour his mother if he gave into the word of the demon? 

Heeseung kept his eyes on you whilst he completed his prayers, his final words building a sanctuary around his untainted blood. The blood of a virgin. 

You started your advance with small steps towards him, your bare feet making no sound as you neared him. The closer you got the more potent the blood’s smell became, iron heavy in the air as your body heat drew closer. 

You stopped halfway across the room, your mouth was practically watering by the time you were able to make out the small pool of red, the pretty flowers only making it seem more appetizing. 

“Do angels ever crave blood the way we do?” You knew they didn’t, it was against their entire existence but some sick side of you wanted nothing more than to see the angel’s reaction to your question.

Pretty boys were your weakness and Heeseung was so fucking gorgeous. You grew jealous of your future self, loathing that she got to touch him- to fuck him the way you’re imagining it right now. You couldn’t wait to watch him shake beneath you, begging to whoever was listening for you to stop. 

Heeseung’s mouth dropped in horror, you craved blood? He looked at you like you were insane for your completely valid needs like he couldn’t fathom craving something so inhumane. He wasn’t completely sure if you meant human or animal blood but after seeing the way you looked at him he’d say had a pretty lucky guess. 

“Because I've never craved it more.” Chills went down Heeseung’s spine while he tried reading through your words, were you a vampire who smelled him from Earth? He knew angels smelt the best to them. 

His questions answered themselves through the sudden wave of iron clashing with his sensitive nose. He looked over his shoulder towards the flowers that were now completely drenched. 

“Whose blood is this?” He was barely finding his voice before he forcefully stuttered his final question, his throat burning with a newfound emotion.

Your head cocked to the side while your lips pulled up into a side smirk, your pink tongue quickly coming out to wet them. It was almost an endearing sight, almost. 

Heeseung stumbled back with a small shriek when you suddenly appeared right in front of him, your chest pressing flesh against his for a few seconds too long. 

He watched the way you kept your eyes on him whilst reaching one of your fingers out towards the pool of blood, a gasp crawling up his throat when you brought your fingers to your lips.

You made a show of sticking your tongue out, trailing your finger from the bottom up before you stuck in between your lips. 

You let out a small hum of approval, the sweet taste of his blood tasting better than any you’ve tried before. You finally understood what your friends meant when they swore that a virgin’s blood tasted the best, however, they never got the pleasure of tasting it from an angel. 

“It’s your blood, who else’s would it be?” You watched in amusement as the angel’s face blanched, his wings twitching behind his back as he attempted to curl into himself. ‘Cute’, you hummed to yourself as you mentally took a shot at this moment. If there was one rule about angles that every species seemed to agree on was that angels have always been beautiful. But there was something about this specific one that felt so different. It could’ve been the fact that he was untouched, or it could’ve been the way his fear shone so obviously in his eyes that turned you on so fucking much. 

Typically angels smelled of a plethora of flowers, gardens growing from their untainted hands. Usually, the scent bothered you, your body being much more used to the fruit-like and sensual scents that the demons claimed as their own. 

Many angels assumed that demons would smell of burnt flesh and plied wood and sometimes they definitely weren’t wrong. But most smelled like you- after all, you needed to smell as good as you looked. No one wants to fuck someone who smells bad, even demons had class. 

“What are you?” Heeseung questioned, his wings still pulled behind his back. Even though he knew you weren’t an angel, he still had his doubts. Demon wasn't even a word in his vocabulary, it was one of the few words that were forbidden to be spoken in heaven. Sure, you had wings and the same flawless skin he sported but your wings… they couldn’t be any more different. 

Your wings were almost double his size and they appeared much more feathered, looking as if they’d been plucked from the most gracious birds and dipped into the darkest ink, black and red sunsets carving up each intricate row of feathers. 

He just never expected you to become his beautiful devastation. 

You ignored his question and continued observing the way his body reacted to you. His smell quickly became addictive, your adulterated temperament wearing thin the longer he lingered in your senses. 

“What do you want me to be?” You purred out in your most seductive tone. While waiting for his response you took it upon yourself to move closer to him, your steps much less hesitant than earlier. 

There was no denying that the man before you was truly captivating but there was something else that caught your attention much faster. His pearlescent wings were practically glowing in the dark, a layer of pale blue surrounding the smoothed edges. Which, after thinking about it for a few seconds didn’t make very much sense to you since the angels tended to constantly stay in the light. 

“An angel?” You made a sound of disgust at his disrespectful words, you? An angel? Honestly, you’d rather be a troll which says a lot considering their reputation. 

“I’ll be your angel if it helps?” Heeseung tried hiding his very evident fluster by attempting to turn away from your vision but when he tried to move, he couldn’t. 

You giggled out loud watching the panic spread throughout his face, your mind fogging with all the ways you could use him whilst he’s in this state. There was something so satisfying about having complete control over another person's body, whether it’s through your mind or actions. 

“Aw, what happened?” You cooed, acting dumb has always been one of your strong forts. It came in useful at times like this, the ability to feign innocence with a singular pout. 

Heeseung, unfortunately for him, fell right into your trap. He was naive enough to believe that you had nothing to do with his state, which is way beyond you. It would’ve been obvious to anyone else that you were controlling him but perhaps angels thought differently.

“I can’t move.” Heeseung nearly screamed when your hand pressed on the spot where his heart lay beneath his chest, his heart thundering louder than before. It was only racing because he was scared, there’s no way your touch was affecting him. Angels don't feel lust. 

Lust. The definition is described as a “disordered desire for inordinate enjoyment of pleasure.” Heeseung lived by the word of the lord. He’d spent his entire life bending backwards to live by the commandments that were shoved down his throat, his lungs choking against the words bubbling to come out. 

It wasn’t hard to drown into the mold that’s been made to best fit him but it was nearly impossible to escape. He thought he was fine in this confined space, lonely sure, but free of sin. He was accepted by the lord and that’s all that he’s ever wanted.

But he was made for sin because he was made for you. 

“Then I guess I'll have to take care of you. I can’t leave you here all alone, not when you’re this vulnerable.” Poison disguised as worry spilled from your lips and slipped through Heeseung’s mind. 

Your words drew more than reassurance through Heeseung, it drew guilt. Guilt for doubting your intentions, for believing that you could’ve been here to harm him. He felt so wronged for you, you must’ve been so angry at him. But still, you offered your help. Maybe he’d slip you into his nightly prayers, thanking the lord for gracing him with your presence. 

All the thoughts frozen when your hand touched the edge of his wing, his body electrified with a foreign feeling. No one else has ever touched his wings before, it was an action that was far too intimate to allow anyone else to try. 

He knew his wings were sensitive but he never knew they were this bad. His wing twitched under your touch, pushing itself closer to your hand. 

You watched in amazement as his wings awoke from their state, your touch bringing them to life. You never controlled his wings, the action far too cruel for even a demon to pull. 

You tested the touch again, pressing your palm flat against the parts that were attached to his spine. They fluttered again, a brighter light emitting from the edges, oh. His wings don’t always glow, they won’t glow when they’re being stimulated.

Your wing's nerves were linked to the ones that spread across your pelvis and down. You’d witnessed many demons talking about using it as a pleasurable advantage. Succubus was seen as a sex symbol, so obviously their experience matched the description. 

But you’d never gotten the chance to test the theory for yourself. Now that you have you weren’t sure if you’ll ever be able to stop. 

Without Heeseung’s knowledge, his cock jumped with each touch. It wasn’t that he was aroused, just overstimulated. He loud out a quiet whine, one that stopped as soon as it came. To you, he was so fucking pathetic. Whining after getting touched twice? But just as pathetic as he was, he was hypnotic. 

“Sh, I’m helping you in the best way I know.” You shushed his whines before you moved to stand in front of him, pressing your chest against his. Heeseung wasn’t sure what you were doing when you did that but then something surprising happened.

Your chest began letting out these small vibrations. Your eyes stared up into his whole you enhanced the force, your purrs reaching your throat. 

He was so pretty standing all pliant, unmoving as you controlled his body. The purrs came out of nowhere, the sudden affection catching you off guard. But you soon appreciated it, Heeseung deserved only the best.

It was at this moment that you decided that you wanted to keep him. There was no way in heaven or hell that you’d let anyone take him away from you, you’d let the world burn before a singular finger touched his- your- skin. From this second on he belonged to you, wholly and completely. 

You’d mark him after mating, your gums were already aching at the thought. As a demon, you could mate however many times you wanted. But you could only have one mate, your bite would solidify the union. 

But for now, you just returned your hands back to his wings. And as expected, he choked out another whimper, his mouth gaping open at the liquid heat gathering in his stomach. 

“Do you like it when I touch you like this?” Heeseung, thinking he was still sin-free, nodded his head. He adored it. 

You let out a cat-ish grin, your pointed canines poking from beneath your top lip. Heeseung knew of only two species who had pointed canines but only one had retractable ones. 

You were a demon. 

It didn’t scare him as much as he thought it would, but that doesn’t mean that he won’t say an extra prayer in the morning. 

And like always, you could tell that he had found out. “I’m a succubus, you summoned me.” Through Heeseung’s cloud of pleasure, he couldn’t make himself question you. Yeah sure, he totally summoned you. He’d believe anything you said as long as you keep making him feel like this.

His head flew back when your hand touched a specific spot on his wings, the only bare spot.

For both angels and demons alike there was a singular spot on the top corner of the right wing. It was bare of any feather, it was strictly skin. There was a small string of skin that held the strongest nerve in your entire body. 

The nerve was used for connections, it was what allowed them to converse with the wind. But it wasn’t until now that you both learned that it was much more because the second you touched it, you felt him.

You felt his every emotion, the warmth in his stomach, and the pounding of your cunt. 

It all happened too fast, gone before you could relish in it. But if you allowed it for now, there would be many other opportunities for you to test out the connection. 

After all, Heeseung would become yours for eternity. 

Your mouth widened in amazement as Heeseung came untouched, his mouth opening with zero sound coming out. You weren’t even sure if he knew what was happening, it made it all more enjoyable for you. 

“You came untouched?” It was a rhetorical question but still, Heeseung had no idea what you were talking about. All he knew was that there was a euphoric feeling rushing throughout his body, he’d never felt more alive than at this moment. 

All he wanted was to feel it again and again, uncaring about what you tabled it as. He didn’t know he could feel this good without sinning, he honestly couldn’t wait to tell his friends.

If only you could hear his thoughts, you’d bathe in them forever. It was cute how Heeseung thought that he was still sin-free, not knowing that he’d committed one of the worst ones yet.

The feeling faded away after a few more seconds, his mind clearing as his consciousness rushed back. He was now much more aware than before and finally noticed a new detail.

You noticed the way he was trying to look down and decided to be a bit kinder, allowing his head to move on its own. Heeseung didn’t seem to notice that he now had full control of his neck, all he saw was the giant wet patch on his bottoms. 

It was also now when he noticed he was crying, his tears making smaller marks around his wetness. 

“What is-“ He was cut off by your hand grabbing his chin, pulling his confused eyes away from his soiled pants. 

“I’ll make you a deal, hm?” Heeseung nodded through his crocodile tears, his puffy cheeks stained with his fallen tears. You gave Heeseung a small smile, making a point to soften your eyes to appear more trusting. 

“I’ll help you out if you promise to… I can’t say it, I know you’ll say no.” You knew how to play your cards with a man who was desperate enough to do anything. 

“Please, I’ll do anything!” Heeseung didn’t know a thing about being manipulated. It was a concept that didn’t exist in his world. Or maybe it did but was disguised as something much less sinister. 

“Do you promise?” A hiss. All it took for Heeseung to doubt himself once again was the small hiss that made its way through your throat. It sounded far less human than he was comfortable with, but he trusted you, did he not? 

The lord swore forgiveness to everyone who’s wronged him, why wouldn’t Heeseung do the same? 

“Anything, please I promise! J- just help me.” An angel's promise. It was the only thing you needed to know that you finally had him. 

The only other thing that every species knew about angels, was that they could never break a promise. It was the greatest sin of all, a betrayal that wasn’t worth forgiving. No one, not even the lord, forgave promises. It was the highest honour an angel could give, their promise. 

Heeseung knew that he couldn’t go back and undo what had been done, to take back the words that were spoken in a sense of urgency. And he didn’t really know if he wanted to, not when he was finally able to move his arms.

“Sit on the bed.” Heeseung’s legs moved under your command, the promise allowing you to control his every move. What he didn’t know was that you didn’t need his word to control him, it was part of your demon abilities. 

He had no choice but to comply with what you said, he wasn’t labelled heaven's highest angel for no reason. 

You weren’t completely sure where to start because usually you just did whatever you wanted, uncaring about the other person. All the other people who’d summoned you had already been asleep when you arrived and stayed asleep the entire time. Their mortal minds were far too weak to handle the pheromones releasing from your body, even the other supernatural species couldn’t handle it. 

“Mate me.” It was easier to get straight to the point, there was no need for any foreplay at this stage. The connection that you’d made with him was enough to prepare you for him, it was in your dna. 

Heeseung on the other hand, didn’t take it as well. He denied it right away, his head practically exploding at your words. Mate you? The lord would never forgive him, he’d be breaking his promise to him. 

Promise after promise, it was all Heeseung was good for. He’d promised his life away, his celibacy. He’d be banned from heaven, shunned of his wings. He’s already made the grave mistake of bringing you here, but this? This would cost him everything, his entire life. 

But still, you made him feel alive. You made him realize that he’d never felt anything before- not even joy. He’d been a cast of a person who he was forced to be, who even was he anyway?

A follower. And that’s all he’ll ever be for the rest of his life. He’s never hated anymore more than how much he hates you for making him come to terms with his life. 

It was his prayers that did this, why would the lord give you him if it wasn’t supposed to happen? You were supposed to be here, the lord approved of you. Why else would you come? It had to be what was happening, Heeseung was finally allowed a pass to be the person he’d locked away many lifetimes ago. 

But it stung, deep. His guilt came out in a wail of tears, angry fists banging against the bed beside him. His tormented thoughts roared with life, he was finally letting go. 

Fuck the commandments, fuck his promises, and he only hoped the lord would let him fuck you. 

And so with a wave of fresh tears and forgotten fears, he did what you said. He stood from his spot, your mind open and free of the handles you had strapped to his wrists. 

He’d pulled his pants down in one yank, his underwear pulling down with them. He wasn’t sure what he was doing, but he was alive. alive. Lee Heeseung was finally alive. 

The air smelt different, curtsey to your pheromones. Your hands felt rougher when they met his now bare chest, the bed feeling softer as his wings cushioned his fall. 

His head was clear when he felt your hand grab his cock, his heart void of guilt when he felt your mouth wrap around him.

But as the circle goes, it comes back around. 

Knowing that other men enjoyed thinking that they’re too big for you, you fake choked on him. Your eyes filled with fake tears as you pretended to gasp for air. Your chest heaved at an uncontrollable speed, fingers numbing at the thought of making him feel good.

Sex came naturally to Heeseung, which was something the two of you didn’t expect. His hands pulled your head back toward where he needed you the most, his thumb pulling your lips apart before he pushed you down to suction around him.

“God- you feel so fucking good.” He doesn’t even recognize himself anymore, his mind too full with the feeling of you to realize that he’d spoken the lord's name in vain. 

He wasn’t just betraying himself, he was giving up heaven. He'd give it away a million times more if it meant that he’d spent his life with you. Your name was the only one rushing from his mouth, the only one getting worshiped as your tongue wrapped around his bulbous tip. 

You used your tongue to trace circles around the small slit at the top of his cock, collecting everything he was giving to you. He tasted so sweet, nothing like anything you’ve tasted before. 

He didn’t warn you before filling your mouth, his amateur thrusts being overshadowed by your much more experienced lick.

You’d pulled away from him after holding him in your mouth, waiting to feel him soften before pulling him off. Heeseung’s head tilted to the side in confusion when you opened your mouth, sticking out your tongue. 

He wasn’t sure what he was supposed to be seeing- oh…

You felt a surge of confidence rushes through your body at the feeling of him hardening against your hands. “Already? you’re so needy.” 

You rose to a stand, grabbing his hands to pull him to stand instead. All it took was a snap of fingers for your clothes to be gone, leaving you completely nude. 

Heeseung felt like every moment of his life had led up to this, you were his final destination. Without him noticing, he whispered one final prayer. Right when he went to recite the trinitarian formula, he noticed.  

Guilt was unforgiving but so was hesitation. He hesitated to give in earlier, but now? 

“Are you ready?” Heeseung didn’t recognize his voice anymore, a much deeper one coming out. His hands moved on their own when he pulled your legs around his waist, pushing his hips forward until his cock pressed against your lips. 

You nodded once, pushing your legs further apart as you waited for him to make the move. He looked down at you cunt in appreciation, the lord really did take his time creating you. It’s too bad that his favourite creation was going to ruin it.

Heeseung wrapped his hand around his base before giving an experimental squeeze. Heeseung had never touched himself before today, having no idea what was supposed to feel good. 

He ignored his embarrassing inexperience and used his other hand to open you up for him. His mouth watered at the sight of your bare in front of him, you looked so welcoming. 

He tried not to stare for too long because he knew that if he did he wouldn’t be able to stop himself from using his mouth first. But he’d much rather finish it all off by licking you clean, drinking everything you have to offer. 

He tapped the head of his cock against you, watching from under his eyebrows at how you reacted. From the way your hips pushed up, he knew exactly where to touch you. 

He kept his head pressed against you as he pushed down, stopping once he reached your entrance. This was the moment that would change his entire life, he was never going to be the same way he was before. 

And when he finally pushed in, his head fell forward with a loud moan. The blood of the virgin became the blood of the demon, he was no longer considered an angel in the lord's eyes. 

Your hands grabbed his biceps as he pushed in deep, his cock hitting places you’ve never felt before.  He sped up, his hips slamming against yours over and over as he grew into a routine. 

You obviously liked the way he was moving if your moans meant anything. 

“Bring me to heaven.” You managed to plead through your now real choked gasps. Your head was filled with explosions of colours, real pleasure rushing through your blood. His big cock felt too good pushing against your gummy walls, each curve of him fitting perfectly in your crevices. He was made for you. 

Heeseung sucked in a harsh breath, a teasing smile growing on his opened mouth. His eyes were now open, staring into your own as he ravished your body for what it was. 

“But you’re a demon, and we’re already here…” He let out a small grunt at his harder thrust, his eyes closing once again. He’d lost count of the number of times he’d reached this specific spot in your body, but he was certain that once he found it again he wouldn’t let it go. 

“Not that heaven-” your smile matched his as your body burned with the same flame, your impurities mixing with his. You shakily raised one of your hands up towards his face, your fingers wrapped around his jaw as you forced his face close to yours. 

His eyes opened once again, his irises now completely black as he let himself fall into the pit of pleasure. “Your heaven” Your back arched with a moan while your legs tightened around his waist.

Heeseung swore he was in love. With you, and the feeling of you. Nothing could turn him back now. He pulled your legs over his shoulder, his chest pushing away from yours as he pushed all his weight into his legs and hips. 

He pressed kiss after kiss against your ankles, biting down to create indents across your calves. He knew this angle hit deeper into you because finally, he felt that spot and and over.

Both your volumes rose into near screams when you both reached your peaks. Without thinking twice Heeseunf pressed your knees flat to your chest, his neck stretching out to bite against yours. 

Your blood filled his mouth 

Angels too sealed the mating process with a bite, but it was different. The magic was stored in each individual tooth. The pockets of their poison were located in their mamelons. And so when the angel bites into their mate, the pockets open into small needles. Three sharp needles accompanied each tooth, it was the only part of the tooth that got pushed through the skin. 

Heeseung wasn’t lying when he mentioned not craving blood, but now? His arms shook when had to pull himself away from you, the desire to drink from his new mate stronger than anything. “Thank god-“ He didn’t know what he was thanking anyone for, but he needed something to fall back on. It just happened to be the roots that caught him. 

Your broken moans were drowned out by your returning purrs, your eyes white as they rolled into the back of your head. Holy fucking shit, Heeseung marked you first?

Without allowing Heeseung to pull out you flipped him over, his back flat against the bed while you sat flush against him. He looked up through tired eyes, his mind coming back to normal as he softened inside of you. 

“Don’t thank god, he had nothing to do with this.” You growled at the angel before you released more pheromones. They seemed to do their job as he was hard again within seconds. 

You felt him throb inside of you before you rose the tiniest bit, dropping down right away.  Heeseung’s hands gripped your ass, helping your waist move forward and back with each raise and fall. 

His hips buckled to meet yours, loud slaps echoing across the room as you sunk into him over and over. Heeseung forced his head up enough to look at where the two of you were connected and god, the sight didn’t fail. 

There was a thick ring of cum formed around his base, sticky strings connecting the two of you with every new raise. He’d almost come on the spot once again, his body way more sensitive than yours due to his inexperience. 

You saw the way his face scrunched up and automatically knew that he was trying not to cum. You used your mental hold on him to remove his hands from you and pinned them by his head. 

His eyes were wide when they met yours again. He felt his heart stutter at the glare on your face. Has he done something wrong? Is he not pleasing you correctly? 

“Don’t keep anything away from me, give it all to me.” Your hips momentarily stopped, only his tip remaining in as you stared down at him. 

“Breed me.” Your quiet whisper caused an eruption of pleasure to burst through his chest. He had you lying back on your back in seconds, his instincts putting you into the mating press. 

“Don’t start what you can’t end.” He didn’t say more before he pushed into you once again. He leaned his head down to meet yours, his lips pulling your bottom one between his teeth.

He gently tugged at it once before he forced his tongue between your lips, your mouth tasting of his earlier release. “You don’t look like an angel,” He ignored the harsh look you threw at him, giving you a small smile before he pressed his lips against your pulse point. 

He breathed in a deep inhale, his body welcoming your new scent, one that was mixed with his. He bit the skin twice, the second much harder than the first before he soothed the wound with his tongue. 

He trailed small kisses up your neck, all the day until he reached your ear. He pulled your earlobe between his teeth before placing a gentle kiss against it. “But you definitely taste like one.”

[hyunsibae]

Second choice

Seungmin x reader

Notes : I’m not sure what this even is… I just came up with the idea in two seconds. 😭😭

Genre : Smut, drama

Warnings : 18+ Content, swearing, violence(it was one slap), and a bit of angst??(correct me if I’m either wrong or have more to add.)

You must admit, you’ve notice the lies a long time ago. You’ll never forget the day he left you on your anniversary, stood you up because she was so called “in serious pain.” Her boyfriend broke up with her and for some reason her body just had to hurt that day. You were furious, you argued for days, over the same thing, it’s simply to put that her lies were so obviously annoying. It just didn’t sit right in your head.

“You’re being so selfish, I already told you she was hurt. All I was doing was helping her, it’s not that big of a deal.”

“It’s not? It doesn’t make you question how I’ll feel if you run off to go help some other girl on our anniversary? You’re probably fucking her too!”

With those words, he could not help but get angry, slapping you damn straight in the face before storming out the house you two shared. You never thought it would get to a point of violence but that’s Seungmin, he’s unpredictable. Sometimes.

Later that day you’d get a text saying that he wouldn’t be coming back home until tomorrow morning. Going on about how ridiculous you are being, she’s just a friend and will always be that.

Though you knew the truth, you knew how things really were. How he likes to lead women on, be a fucking flirt, you knew all those tricks and slicks of his. That’s the only thing you knew because that’s the only thing you two ever argued about. How much of a fucking flirt he is, why can’t he just have eyes for you only? Why does his eyes linger behind to another girl?

You didn’t care anymore, you planned to catch him and have clear proof as to why you’d be letting him go. You’d come back from work early catch him cheating and with the luggage you’re packing right now, that’s what you’ll take with you. Something inside makes you scared while something inside makes you excited. At the end of the day it’s all up to this moment.

Plus, you just wanna see how much of a difference it makes when it’s her and not you.

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Which leads you to this moment, scared, still angry, and frustrated. You walked through the halls silently, no clothes, you’re sure that they’re in the room because you can hear it. You hear the way she moans and gasps at the feeling, you did the same exact thing at the beginning.

He’s good, he knows how to handle women. But that’s the thing, the only thing he’ll ever get credit for is satisfying you in bed. No where else.

As you sneak into the room, watching by the doorframe, he easily notices you. Not shocked or anything, but his face plasters a sly smirk. One that makes you smirk as well, not phased by this behavior because you’ve dealt with it for several years.

He goes harder, gripping her hips as he meets the skin of hers through every thrust or bounce. She can’t fabric the feeling so she does it shake or moan. You know he doesn’t like it, when his partner doesn’t do anything and simply just lays there.

He wants action too, he wants to be dealt with and touched and fucked. But all she could do was moan and tremble. Pillow princess. Oh he fucking hates it.

You could see the disgust on his face as he tries to pretend to like it, but that doesn’t work for him. All you did was laugh, a loud laugh that made them stop and clearly he groans from relief, watching as she jumps off in fear. Trying to explain something that cannot be explained. “It’s okay dear, i see the truth now.” You spoke with amusement.

“The truth?” She added, clearly upset at your behavior. Why aren’t you upset or throwing a fit she may wonder? Because this was her plan the whole time. “What are you trying to say?”

“I thought I’d find something special, maybe you had what I didn’t.” You scoffed at the thought, in all honesty, what does she have that you don’t? A knack for expensive jewelry every single day? “But it’s clear that you were only the second choice. If anything, I should apologize for letting you pick up my trash.”

Grabbing your already packed things, seeing your way out as the girl just stood there flabbergasted. She couldn’t believe what you just said, her naive brain thinking that she had him wrapped around her finger. But it’s the complete opposite.

From that little scene in time, you knew what the problem was, he just needed a fuck buddy. One who’d satisfy his needs whenever he wanted, because you couldn’t stand the fact that he relies on sex for a relationship and he couldn’t stand the fact that you have no interest in things like that. When you’re in the mood, sure, but all the time? No, thank you.

And now he just made a mistake, losing the only one who could truly give him that mutual pleasuring feeling. You.

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[gothlcsan]

LIKE THE MOVIES ›› CHOI EUNCHAN

Movies seemed so unrealistic, who genuinely falls for someone they dislike? Well, here you sat in the passenger seat of his car entirely enamored with him.

pairing non!idol eunchan x fem reader

genre smut, fluff, actual plot

warnings no mentions of using condoms (practice safe sex), biting, lots of kissing, size kink (?), pet names (baby, etc.), partying, mentions of throwing up, outdoor sex, fingering! please let me know if i missed anything <3

special thanks to @woongisi who got me into this group fully, this one for you! mwah x

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Your morning starts in a whirlwind, nearly missing your bus to the university, stepping into a puddle wetting your socks, and now you stand in line behind your academic rival, Eunchan. His presence alone is enough to question if you needed coffee this monday morning but deciding if your day was already starting this poorly you’re definitely going to need this caffeine boost. As he turns around after getting his coffee, you turn away quickly to stare outside the windows not wanting him to know that you were there, waiting until the barista asks if you need anything, embarrassedly telling him your order.

Looking down at your watch you curse at yourself now only having fifteen minutes to race across the university grounds to your class, praying your matcha doesn’t spill all over as you pick up pace. Bursting through the doors as the bell rang, you stop to catch your breath not caring about the eyes on you, trudging up the steps and sinking into the seat next to your best friend, Taerae.

“Eventful morning?”

He asked with a smile on his lip, placing a comforting hand on your shoulder as you mockingly copy his question. This catches the attention of Eunchan who turns around in his seat long enough to look you up and down before turning to face back towards the board. You act as if you were going to throw your half empty matcha at the back of his head, stopping yourself after Taerae tells you to settle down and stop being hot headed. Giving the professor your half divided attention you doodle on the edge of your notebook trying to decide on whether or not you planned on going to the after exams party, your decision relying heavily on Taerae going or not. Nudging his arm with your pencil he glanced at you with a raised eyebrow as you slid your notebook into his view to read.

Are you going to the after-exams party?

Watching him start to write you try to sneak a peek at his reply, scribbling your quick answer back before you two get caught.

Most likely i’ll pick you up.

Thnxs.

After class ends you wait for Taerae to pack his things, following him out the classroom and out towards the buildings doors, making the way to the café.

“It starts at ten so I'm okay with being picked up then, it’s not ideal to be any earlier or on time.” You said handing Taerae his americano, taking a long sip of your matcha. He agrees not entirely caring about the time more focused on his phone than anything as you two reach the main building of the college. Bidding you goodbye Taerae leaves into the science swing as you make your own way towards the library wanting to cram in some extra studying before tomorrow’s exams, cursing as you run into someone as they step out of the library. Rubbing your arm you look up to apologize, instead groaning with an eye roll as you make eye contact with Eunchan who’s glaring at you with disgust.

“Do you have anything to say?”

With a chuckle, you open the other side of the library door stopping long enough to reply before heading in. “I actually do, maybe next time don’t be in everyone’s way, Eunchan.”

Exams come and go the next morning, Taerae groaning next to you that he probably failed, you patting his head to cheer up that he’ll be ok after a good night of partying. He perks up at that going on a new rant of wondering if Hanbin would be going, hoping that he was, to which you tell him to ask him, Taerae whining about not being bold enough to ask. The bell rings, telling Taerae that you’ll see him later tonight and to not overthink it too much. Entering into your dorm, you sigh in relief that your roommate was there still, asking them if they were going out to the party tonight. They shake their head saying they have work, which you ask if they minded helping you pick out an outfit which they say they didn’t mind, letting you model in front of them before deciding on the very last outfit. You thank her telling her to have a good shift as you sit in front of the small shared vanity, doing your hair and makeup, vibing to your music trying to get into the mindset to go out.

A few hours later, you check your phone hearing it go off as you finish lacing your boots, your mood dropping.

Sorry I can’t make it, new plans came up. :(

You stare at the text in disbelief, wanting to call Taerae and give him hell for canceling right at ten when you already spent an hour getting ready. You text him back telling him it was completely ok and you’d text him later after the party. There’s no point in wasting the hard work you put in, ordering a cab to take you to the party, thanking the driver as you step out onto the sidewalk. You knew the host, Lew, had money but this house was way over your expectations. Entering the party you make it a point to thank Lew for hosting, darting afterwards towards the kitchen past the sea of bodies to find anything to drink to kill time, making due with a bottle of strawberry soju. Slipping back into the living room your eyes catch sight of Eunchan, surprised he came as he’s not the type to show up to parties, turning away to make conversation with drunk strangers as you finish your own drink in hand. It’s your third bottle as you start to nurse it, stumbling towards the couch completely forgetting Eunchan is there, groaning as you kick off your heels onto the floor, taking another drink from the bottle and mindlessly turning to look next to you.

“Ugh, why are you here?” You question Eunchan who stares at you dumbfounded, motioning towards the huge crowd of people.

“Believe it or not we’re at a party literally everyone was invited.”

With a glare you shake your head while pointing at him.

“No I mean why are you here when you never come to parties. You’re kind of a goody two shoes, no?”

This time Eunchan rolls his eyes and smacks your hand away, not listening to you as you whine, telling you to stop asking questions whilst drunk. Despite failing, you try to convince him you’re not drunk, shakily standing up which fails as you stumble back onto the couch, a rush of nausea washing over you. This makes you spring up much in Eunchan’s surprise, shoving your drink into his hand as you dart up the stairs to the bathroom, slamming the door behind you barely making it to the toilet; throwing up. It’s nearly five minutes of consecutive throwing up before there’s a gentle knock against the bathroom door, managing a croaked “what,” Eunchan cracking the door open to ask if you’re alright. Before you can properly answer his concerns you throw up again, his hand rubbing comforting circles against your back as you empty your stomach contents. He tells you to wait here, you joking that you didn’t plan on leaving with puke all over your top, him returning with a bottle of water and his sweatshirt hanging over his arm.

“Go ahead and change into this and i’ll take you home, don’t worry about it.” Eunchan closes the door behind himself, telling people to go to the other bathroom as you change, embarrassed by the fact your rival was on the other side of the door helping you. Hyping yourself up in the mirror to open the bathroom door, you crack it open to not hit him, thanking him for helping you, embarrassment making your body red hot. He tells you not to worry about it, apologizing for throwing your drink away as he hands you an empty thank you bag. Quickly throwing your dirtied top into it you follow behind him to his car, stopping at the passenger side door.

“I didn’t drink.” Eunchan said as he steps into his car, you nodded while getting in yourself, securing your seatbelt. Maybe it was the drinks you had or the fact you were in Eunchan’s car in his sweatshirt that had you quiet and strangely nervous. You don’t really remember getting to his apartment, him helping you out and up to the front door. Sleep was pricking both your brain and eyes, letting Eunchan guide you into the apartment, falling against the couch whining when he tells you to get up that the couch wasn’t going to be comfortable enough for you. He helps you take off your shoes, picking you up from the couch and jokingly calling you annoying as he gets you to his bedroom, laying you in bed and covering you with the blanket. You complain your jeans were uncomfortable going to take them off, Eunchan quickly bidding you goodnight before darting out of the bedroom and back to the living room. He groans as he stretches across the couch, laughing to himself in disbelief as he tucks a pillow under his head, covering himself with the throw blanket.

The beam of sunlight directly attacking your eyes wakes you up, sitting up slowly cradling your forehead pained from the hangover. Finally gaining enough strength to open your eyes, you collect your surroundings realizing you didn’t recognize the place. It definitely wasn’t your dorm, or a dorm room at all, reaching over to check the time on your phone. It was midafternoon, throwing off the blanket and looking down at the sweater, the faint memories of last night flooding in all at once making your eyes widen. Oh my god. Scrambling to find your things and take off the sweater (to which you threw back on realizing you only had your bra on and your top nowhere in sight) you crack the bedroom door open to ensure the coast was clear, darting to what you assumed was the front door, knocking into Eunchan as he stepped inside.

“Running out already?” He joked while stepping around your frozen body, placing a drink carrier with coffees and a small box of donuts onto the coffee table. Guilt (definitely not the aroma of fresh hot coffee and presumably freshly baked donuts) made you turn back around and sit onto the couch, shaking your head embarrassed.

“Thank you for helping me last night, I’m sorry you had to witness that.”

Eunchan looks at you with a smile as he chuckles, passing you a coffee, quickly thanking him as he lets you choose a donut first.

“It wasn’t any problem. I couldn’t see leaving you alone to fend for yourself when I -“ he cuts himself off clearing his throat throwing you an awkward smile. “It just wouldn’t be good of me to leave you drunk and throwing up alone.” You raise an eyebrow at his sudden shyness, letting it slide as you were too embarrassed yourself to bring up the details of last night.

“Do you need a ride back to your dorm? I tried to wait for your roommate but she either fell back asleep or took too long, I didn’t want to keep making you wait in the cold.”

“I can always take a bus, thank you and again, I’m sorry for making you take care of me in my drunken state.”

Eunchan’s hand freezes, his coffee cup against his lips as he stares at you blankly. He sets the cup down against his coaster while shaking his head.

“There’s genuinely no reason for you to be sorry. I offered my help and it wasn’t like it put me out any. I don’t help just anyone. Buses will be packed since it’s nearly ten so let me take you to the dorms at least.” Eunchan takes a bite from his donut as you sit there staring at him in curiosity. Doesn’t help just anyone, huh? You thought to yourself as you finished off your donut, resting back against the couch in silence as he finished his breakfast. You figured there wasn’t any reason to argue with him as you sort of enjoyed the extra care. Looking down at the sweater you remember your top from last night, asking Eunchan if he knew what you’ve done with it, him getting up from the couch leaving the living room and coming back with your top now cleaned.

“Sorry, I didn’t want it to sit in the throw up so when I got you in bed I went ahead and cleaned it so it didn’t stain.”

You stare at him in awe, thanking him as you take it from his hands, excusing yourself as you go to the bathroom to change shirts. You liked the bagginess of his sweater already missing the soft fabric against your arms as you throw on your top, gently folding the sweater and placing it onto the hamper feeling weird about just tossing it in there mindlessly. Returning to the living room you help him clean up the remnants of breakfast, thanking him again for the hospitality as you two walk to his car. He jokes that you say thank you too much for the bare minimum which made you wonder what he considered as spoiling someone. You spaced out majority of the ride to the dorms, a bit preoccupied with the last twenty four hours that have been the most eventful you’ve had in a long while, thanking him again for bringing you back, tucking money into his cup holder and leaving before he can refuse it. Waving at him you press your student ID against the scanner, heading up to your dorm to hopefully spend your Saturday alone in the dorm until your roommate got home from work later tonight.

Monday you spend the day being grilled by Taerae who is very curious about what happened and why he heard from a friend of a friend that you left and got dropped off the next day from Eunchan. You tell him it’s not what it sounded like and he helped you after you got sick and your roommate didn’t get up to let you in, Eunchan not wanting you to be left out alone drunk. Taerae calls you messy and teases you for not taking it as an opportunity to flirt with him, you kicking him under the table for suggesting it. Turning the tables on him you tease him for bringing you to the universities’ café just so he could watch the barista, Hanbin, work. He calls you stupid but the blush across his face simply confirms what you already knew, proud of yourself for winning a few moments of no teasing. The bells of the café doors opening catches your attention, looking up and instantly back down as you catch sight of Eunchan, barely whispering when you tell Taerae to stop staring at him. Taerae smirks at you as he stands up, walking towards Eunchan pretending to ask Hanbin for a straw, making small talk with Eunchan as he motions towards you. Eunchan turns to look at you, quickly looking out the window as embarrassment covers your face in a flush, cursing Taerae in your head for being a prick. Turning your head to take a peek, Eunchan is still looking at you, deciding to wave at him instead of being rude. He gives you a smile, thanking Hanbin for the coffee, leaving the two to talk as he walks up to you. Instinctively you start fixing your hair which makes you mentally scream at yourself for doing so, smiling at Eunchan who pulls out a chair and sits down next to you.

“How are you?” You ask, trying to not choke on your words, sipping on your coffee to keep your mouth busy. Eunchan smiles as he speaks seemingly amused with your actions.

“Well someone left money in my car and ran away before I could give it back so I figured why not get a coffee with it. So, thank you for the coffee before practice.”

You tell him it’s boring compared to what he did for you, peeking over Eunchan’s shoulder glaring at Taerae who winks at you. Eunchan follows your gaze and apologizes for interrupting your date going to stand up. Not entirely thinking you grab his hand, dropping it in shock as you inform him that Taerae is only a friend, apologizing for grabbing his hand suddenly. With a smile Eunchan nods and says “noted,” stopping to tell you he didn’t mind his hand being held as he leaves the café.

The next few weeks you and Eunchan get closer. You can’t exactly place when and how it came to be but you’d meet up by the front doors, walking towards the café to grab coffees before class. Sometimes he’d text you to sleep in, saying he’ll just pick you up coffee, those days you were thankful.

“Are you and Eunchan dating?”

The question makes you choke on your food, wiping your lips as you rapidly shake your head at Taerae.

“We are definitely not dating, oh my god. What would make you think that?” You asked in between coughs and sips of iced coffee. He shrugs, taking a sip of his coffee before answering you finally.

“Well, you two have become extremely close after the party it seems. Everyone assumed you two liked each other hence the bickering but now you two are still bickering but very-“ Taerae pauses to think of what to say, clicking his tongue against his teeth. “- Close and the blushing is off putting.”

You groan, dropping your head against the table. Taerae laughs at you rubbing your back as he tells you it’s ok that you’ve decided to join the enemies to lovers trope; this earns him a jab to the ribs. The bell rings and you throw your trash away, walking out of the cafeteria and running into Eunchan who’s waiting for you across the doors, leaning back against the lockers. What Taerae said makes you blush, groaning in your head when Taerae tells you to have fun, running off to his next class with his other group of friends. Eunchan smiles at you, pushing himself off the lockers and towards you, asking if you enjoyed your lunch. You smile back and say yes, returning the courtesy by asking him if he enjoyed his lunch. He teases you for being unoriginal and says he didn’t have time since he was practicing, you stop in your tracks and glare at him, turning back around on your heel. He calls for you asking where you were going, you ignore his questions and grab him a banana milk, yogurt cup with fruit, and bread, paying for the snacks and shoving the bag into his hands. Eunchan whines telling you that he was fine, you continue to ignore him telling him that you’ll talk to him once he eats. This leads to the two of you sitting in his car, you in the passenger seat facing him with your arms crossed as you watch him eat. Eunchan peeks over at you and chuckles, blushing on his cheeks as he looks through the driver's side window.

“It’s hard to comfortably eat when you’re staring at me so hard, you know? I’m going to get indigestion from you.”

You tell him to stop being dramatic, playfully smacking his arm as you adjust in your seat to sit forward, sipping on your drink and scrolling through your phone while he finishes. Once he finishes (yes you made sure to check) you tell him he did a great job, ruffling his hair and telling him he’s regained your talking privileges. He stares at you with wide eyes, telling you that you’re a dork, his face so red you panicked he was going to burn up. Denying he was blushing you lean over the center console, poking his right cheek and saying he was definitely blushing, he quickly turns to face you which makes you in turn blush now, his face dangerously close to yours. Panicking, you lean back towards your seat and take a long swig of your iced coffee, changing the subject to ask if he had any plans. Eunchan shakes his head asking if you had anything to which you also shake your head. You two sit in silence for a moment before Eunchan asks if you’d like to hang out. Deciding you had nothing better to do, you nod, him smiling and starting the car.

The drive is silent mostly besides the occasional small talk and music. It’s peaceful and you realized your time spent with Eunchan is peaceful, you don’t think too much or worry around him. Pulling up to a convenience store, Eunchan hands you his card and tells you to pick out whatever you want snack wise. You come back out with two bags in each hand, Eunchan laughing asking if you got him anything to which you sarcastically shake your head telling him no. The remainder of the ride you two spend it screaming music, pulling up to a hiking trail, your eyes wide with wonder as you gaze around the scenery. Eunchan parks and tells you to let him carry the bags, stepping out to open the trunk, pulling out a blanket, locking the door when you step out. You go to try and help carry something but he denied you of doing so saying it was his job, shaking your head playfully at his ways. The hike isn’t very long thankfully, making it into the clearing, the sight of flowers spotting the grass makes you gasp in awe, following closely behind Eunchan. He guides you to a more open spot, laying the picnic blanket down and letting you lay down on it, resting down right beside you. The sun wasn’t bright thankfully due to the trees blocking it only allowing very subtle dim rays hit against your legs. For a while the two of you talk about everything and anything that comes to mind, laughing in between bites of fruit and sips of water, you don’t realize how close you two got, shyly blushing when the conversation fizzles out into quietness.

Eunchan tilts his head to the side, his eyes sparkling under the bright moon, making his already handsome features softer and angelic like. A blush creeps up your neck and settles down onto your face, the very little space between the two of you making your heart race, pounding against your chest.

“I know we’re supposed to be rivals, that’s what everyone expects now but I really want to kiss you.”

Eunchan’s words make your heart explode, your mouth opening to respond but nothing comes out, him growing embarrassed and getting up to leave you grab his hand, shaking your head. He raises his eyebrow in confusion, leaning back down letting you try to regain your composure, collecting your face into his hand.

“May I kiss you?”

With these last few weeks of you two becoming closer with each other, you couldn’t have ever predicted to be in this situation with him but you didn’t regret that drunken night anymore, not one bit. You nod, allowing him to guide you closer by the hand on your hip, closing your eyes when your lips touch. Your lips work simultaneously with his, the taste of his chapstick making you shiver, leaning closer as he moves the hand to your lower back lessening the distance between you two. Eunchan pulling your bottom lip in between his teeth makes you gasp, giving him room to slide his tongue alongside yours for a brief moment. The kiss was intoxicating, making your brain fuzzy as you climbed onto his lap, your hands wrapped around his neck to keep him close. If it was possible to get even closer you’d take that opportunity, huffing in annoyance not feeling close enough. Eunchan stops, pulling away, staring at you with concern.

“You ok? I didn’t mean to go too fast.” He said while going to help you off his lap. This takes you by surprise, holding yourself in place by tensing your thighs giving him a playful glare as if daring him to move you again. He chuckles calling you cute, cupping your jaw as he places a few more kisses against your lips. You whine that he feels too distanced burying your face into his chest trying to desperately satisfy the need to be impossibly close to Eunchan.

He lays back against the blanket, his hands naturally guiding to hold your thighs, smiling up at you making you blush looking away from him. Eunchan playfully pinches your thigh telling you to look at him, you are overwhelmed with so many feelings, squirming in his lap from his pinches and pokes. Your body freezes when Eunchan chokes out for you to stop moving in between a moan, his grip on your thighs firm keeping you still against his lap. Apologizing for making him uncomfortable he shakes his head, reassuring you that it wasn’t your fault, but his because he’s holding back the best he can. This intrigued you, pressing your weight back down onto his lap, subtly moving your hips against it. Eunchan’s grip tightens as he warns you that he’s going to lose all his will to hold back on his desires. Leaning down, you press a kiss against his ear, asking him why he’s trying so hard to hold back when even his body is begging for something else. He brings your face back to his, catching you into a heated kiss, his hands touching, exploring your body over your clothes. The slowness in pace annoys you, whining that you wanted to feel him, leaning up to pull off your cardigan leaving you in your skirt and cami. Cursing under his breath, Eunchan pulls you down to kiss against your now exposed collarbones, nipping at the skin leaving nice sized marks behind. You beg him to touch you, earning a bite against the soft part under your jaw, breath hitching in your throat as Eunchan slips his hand under your skirt. Mentally thanking yourself for wearing such as he growls in annoyance over your tights covering your skin, he tears the fabric without second thought making the wetness between your legs worsen.

“Eunchan.” You breathlessly moan into his chest as he continues to tear the fabric out of his way, stopping once satisfied. His fingers brush over the lacey fabric of your thong causing you to shiver, blushing over him teasing you for having such lewd panties on. You rebuttal saying you were hoping to have them in full view for him, this backfired as he accuses you of having such dirty thoughts. The two of you bicker back and forth before he shuts you up with his fingers pulling the fabric to the side, fingers brushing up against your folds. You bite your lip in between your teeth as he rubs you slowly seeing what makes you tick and beg for. The teasing only continues as he works his fingers slowly rubbing your clit making you whine against his chest, easing your ass up in hopes of getting more. His fingers pinching and rolling your clit in between them makes you shake, pretty cries being milked out of you, squeezing around him as he slips a single finger into you.

“Please, fuck,” You moan loudly against Eunchan while he manages to slip a second finger alongside the first, pumping them at a pace threatening to have you cum. You fumble to get a hand under his pants, struggling with the various buttons pleading for him to give you more than just his fingers. He calls you impatient which you don’t disagree with, giggling as he lays you down on your back, kicking off his pants making you drool as he takes off his boxers. You tell him to make sure to pull out, raising your hips as he takes off your panties and the ripped remains of your tights. The way Eunchan is looking at you makes you wetter, eyes rolling back as he rubs himself against your folds and clit. Neediness fills your entire being as you beg him to fuck you, telling him that you couldn’t wait any longer with a pout. Eunchan smirks at you but is quick to please, gently pressing into you, reminding you to relax as you clench around his size not expecting the stretch. His girth makes you roll your eyes back into your skull as he begins to change his pace into something steady. Soon you're holding hands as he thrusts into you eagerly, reducing you to nothing but moans and cries, the other hand flat on your lower abdomen urging you to cum. A slight change in position makes you shudder, Eunchan abusing your sweet spot until you’re cumming around him, mind going completely blank. With your lower half risen to meet flush with his pelvis, your pussy swollen and overstimulated.

“Please, Eunchan, please.” You whisper from behind your arms, covering your expressions as you moan feeling him twitch inside you signaling he was close to his own orgasm. Crying into his shoulder when he leans down, chasing his high making your inner thighs bright red and sore from how quick he was being. He pulls out, cumming onto the very edge of the blanket where the grass meets the fabric, cursing with each stroke. You whine as he leans back over to place a kiss against your lips, not allowing him to leave until you are satisfied. He asks if you’re ok, nodding in response asking him to grab your purse. Eunchan hands it to you, offering to help as you pull out a small pack of baby wipes, humming in stimulation as he gently cleans you up. Reality doesn’t set in until the car is packed up and you’re driving away, blushing thinking about how you just had sex with Eunchan, let alone outside. It’s quickly changed to a proud smirk as you thank Eunchan for the lovely evening, his face turning pink as he says it was his pleasure.

“I’ll see you tomorrow, yeah?” You questioned looking at him with a smile as he pulled up to your dorm building. He nods and offers to pick you up in the morning for classes, happily agreeing with thanking him once more for earlier plans. Wishing him to get home safely, you lean forward to give him a quick kiss, bidding him goodnight as you leave to head inside.

Tomorrow is exactly what you were exactly expecting it to be, everyone staring as you two walk into the university hand in hand, sporting very visible hickies walking to your first class together. Taerae spots you first, his mouth dropping as he sees you linked with Eunchan, you sitting down next to him allowing him to gawk at you trying to process it.

“What the hell? You-,” he takes a quick pause before continuing. “And Eunchan - - when did this happen? Am I dreaming?”

Giving him a pinch against his thigh he jumps, rubbing the pain away as he mutters about you not knowing what a joke was. Not giving him another chance to fall into a rambling mess of questions, you go into detail about the course of events that led to this (of course not mentioning your activities at the picnic.) Which Taerae clocks instantly pointing at the display of hickies adorned down your neck and collarbones.

“And those, don’t tell me that you burned yourself with a curling iron.”

You feign ignorance asking what he meant, Taerae smacking you against the neck making you yelp and hit him back. Eunchan turns around in his seat, looking at you rubbing your neck then towards Taerae.

“I’d appreciate it if you wouldn’t slap my girlfriend’s neck right now, if you can’t tell I already bruised her enough.”

Eunchan smiles smugly as he turns back around, Taerae gagging and telling the both of you to go perish away together. However you sit there frozen in your body, the same word repeating itself in your head like a montra.

Girlfriend.

Girlfriend…

Girlfriend?!

You chew on your thumbnail, staring holes into the back of Eunchan’s head. He never properly asked you out yet but he called you his girlfriend, so was it an automatic thing? Did he mean it or was it something casual that he slipped out by accident? The uncertainty of it was driving you mad, taking out your phone and sending him a text.

Meet me by the library door after this?

Watching as he fished out his phone from his jacket, your stomach bursts in nervousness from his response.

Sure.

The class ends, letting Taerae you were heading out first, ignoring the confused look on his face as he peers over your shoulder at Eunchan. Beelining to the library doors, you collect your courage mumbling to yourself to try and get your thoughts together to not shut down once in his presence.

“How is the conversation going?”

Hearing Eunchan’s voice causes you to jump startled out of your thoughts, turning around with an embarrassed smile on your face.

“Uh, good, I guess.” You drag out the sentence, nervously rocking on the balls of your feet, Eunchan having to bring your attention back to him.

“What did you need?”

The precious nervousness bubbles up in the pit of your stomach, your cheeks aflame trying to make the words escape from your mouth, stumbling on your words.

“What did you mean earlier when you said that I was, you know, your girlfriend?”

“What else would I mean?”

You pause, a subtle frown forming on your lips.

“You never asked me out, I wasn’t aware that we were exclusive.”

“Do you not want to be?” You can hear the slight hurt in Eunchan’s words quickly reassuring him that wasn’t what you were trying to say. Explaining how it took you by surprise due to the fact neither of you had made clear of your stance on the relationship and if it was serious or a fling stemmed from a new friends with benefits outlook. There’s a disappointed expression on his face which makes you feel guilty, reaching up to cup his face the best you could due to his height, speaking to him slowly yet gently as one could.

“Will you be my official boyfriend?”

“Always.” Eunchan responds, bending down so that he can place lips against yours, his hand cupping the back of your neck sending electricity down your spine and throughout your veins. His cologne welcomes you warmly, doing your best to bring him closer by yanking on the sleeves of his jacket, your lips working in perfect unison, humming contently while his fingers tag the hairs on the back of your neck.

The moment is cut short when you hear an exaggerated gagging noise, breaking away from Eunchan and peering around him seeing Taerae standing there hand in hand with Hanbin.

“You two are so gross, spare our eyes, please we beg.”

Flipping him off, you look up at Eunchan flashing him a smile before taking his hand and walking up to Taerae.

“One to talk when you got your fingers interlocked. I give it not even a few hours and you’ll be in the stairwells kissing away.”

Making dramatic kissing noises at him, Taerae whined that you're annoying, laughing as Eunchan tugs you towards his side, telling you to be nice. Taerae thanked Eunchan for quote on quote, “finally making a smart and intelligent proposal.” He laughs at Taerae’s comments, saying he’ll take it as a personal win for himself, the four of you walking out to the parking lot to head home. You stop on the passenger side of Eunchan’s car, smiling at him.

“What are you thinking?” Eunchan asked, eyeing the playful expression on your face.

“Can I come over?”

With an amsused smirk, Eunchan unlocks the doors for you, nodding.

“You never have to ask, beautiful.”

The drive to his place is quiet, not uncomfortable, but the sort of silence that brings you a sense of peace. Eunchan’s thumb brushing your hand in a gentle rhythm that puts you at ease, nodding subtly to his music.

Pulling into the parking lot, you undo your seatbelt before lifting yourself up using the center console as a boost to plant a surprise kiss against his cheek. He sits there surprised but quickly shifts to excitement, climbing out of the car after you. Reaching the front door, he snaked his free arm around your waist, unlocking the door and pushing it open to let you go in first, shutting it close behind him. No words were spoken as you spun around on your heel, pushing yourself up onto your tiptoes to kiss Eunchan. Placing his hands on either side of your hips, he pulls you closer, deepening the kiss as if not being close enough to you would harm him. The kiss itself is deep, passionate, and full of need from the both of you. Eunchan hummed deep in his throat, clearly obsessed with how small you were in comparison to him.

You trail your hand to cup him through his sweats, earning a nearly inaudible sigh from Eunchan who pulls away to look down at your hand then back up at your eyes. Taking it as a sign to continue, you do exactly that, palming him not yet breaking past the fabric of his sweats nor his boxers. His mouth hung open ever so slightly while his eyes fought to stay open, tipping his head back when you finally dipped your hand past the band of his clothes and touched his bare skin. The way your hand was working his leaking dick made his legs unstable, holding himself upright by leaning against the back of the couch.

“Fuck, baby, want to fuck you.”

Eunchan’s voice was low and raspy by now, pleasure coursing through him that he was sure he’d cum soon if he didn't stop you. With a playful whine, you grab his hand and guide him around the couch before sitting down, climbing onto his lap with ease. Instinctively placing his hands back onto your hips, he initiates the kiss, back to where you were just moments prior. Kissing Eunchan was exhilarating, his soft plump lips sending sparks throughout your body that made you crave more with each kiss. Feeling his erection grow under your ass, you lift yourself up by your knees, leaning down to whisper into his ear.

“Please, fuck me.”

It’s nearly automatic in the way Eunchan latches himself onto you, kissing and biting any exposed skin he could get his lips to. His large hands worked their way to bunch up your skirt to expose your panties (which didn’t stay on longer than a few seconds after he admired them).

“Channie,” you moaned as he rub his fingertips against your aroused clit, biting down onto your bottom lip internally begging for him to fuck you already; growing impatient from his teasing. Eunchan smiles smugly, loving the way you respond expressively to him, having you hover over his lap just long enough to pull both his sweats and boxers down. Staring at his dick you whip your head back up to meet his eyes then back down.

How the fuck did you fit that in you last time, you pondered.

Eunchan is quick to notice the uncertainty on your face, bringing you down to kiss your face whilst returning his hand to rub your pussy.

“You can take it, baby, you’ve done it before.”

Embarrassment brought a blush to your face but his words made you wetter, whimpering from his fingers dipping into and back out of your pussy. Carefully working you to ensure not to hurt you, he waits for you to ask for more before rubbing the head of his dick against your hole, gasping loudly as you sink down onto it. He firmly (and lovingly) tells you to slow down to not hurt yourself, your tiny cries being lost into the fabric of his shirt as you buried your face into him. The slight discomfort grows into pleasure as you begin to move your hips, Eunchan aiding you by lifting you up then slowly pulling you back down to meet flush with his thighs. He takes his time which allows for you to relax and fall into a rhythm with him, your head tilting to the side as you ride him.

Eunchan groans as your moves become needier, bouncing on his lap causing your skin to redden from the impact.

“Feel so good, baby, fuck.” He grabs a handful of your ass in each hand, kneading it between his fingers repeating the process over until your ass was red and stung to any degree of touching.

Your legs were beginning to grow tired, sweetly begging Eunchan for help, clenching around him knowing he’d fold instantly. Which unsurprisingly enough, works perfectly in your favor. Eunchan’s thrusts are deep but still considerably gentle, his face now buried into the crook of your neck. His breath fanned across your skin in between wet kisses and bites, your brain growing fuzzy from the sensitivity of your skin there. Each other's moans filled out the space of the living room, babbling between broken moans how amazing he felt or how badly you wanted to cum. Your growing need to cum was getting dangerous, Eunchan pushing down on your stomach whilst whispering into your ear, his teeth nipping at your earlobe in betweenst words. He was toying with you and enjoying every second of it shamelessly. The red hot knot growing tight in your abdomen threatened to unravel at any given moment now, moaning you were so close, hugging Eunchan tightly.

“Cum for me, baby, such a good girl.”

Eunchan quickens his thrusts, growing sloppier and uncoordinated as his own orgasm begins to unravel itself, thighs spasming as he cums in you. You cry into his chest, reaching your breaking point cumming onto his dick, shaking uncontrollably as you slump into him. Desperately trying to gulp any oxygen to your lungs, you clench around him feeling the mess you both contributed spill onto his lap. Eunchan carefully maneuvers you so he can pull out gaining shaky moans from you as he drags across your sensitive pussy, sitting back onto his lap absolutely spent.

Brushing the hair out of your face, Eunchan plants several kisses across your face, ignoring the sweat across your brows.

“You’re so beautiful.” His voice is deep as well as soft, a little blush forming on your cheeks due to his concentration on you.

“Shut up.”

“Yeah, that’s all you got to say, hm?”

Eunchan wraps you in a hug, kissing you all over your face, making you laugh and failing repeatedly trying to push Eunchan to climb off his lap and get away. It’s no use as his grip is secured, slumping back comfortably into his chest, playfully smacking your head against his chest. Placing his hand onto your forehead he lifts you to sit up, fixing your hair once more with a shake of his head.

“You’re something else.”

“Jeez thanks, I love you too.”

“Oh, you love me?” Eunchan smiles, his eyes cutely scrunched up making your heart jump from the cuteness.

“Of course I love you, my gosh.” You feign a pout, Eunchan pulling you up into yet another kiss, combing his fingers through your hair.

“Stop pouting, I love you so much.”

“Mm, good.”

Smiling brightly at his words, you let yourself get wrapped up into a heated make out session, tipping your head back as he pushed himself back into you.

Your heart exploded, it was amazing having the greatest boyfriend you could ever possibly wish for.

Enemies to lovers, what a silly yet beautiful trope.

[ri-kin]

Chapter 1: The Backstory

PAIRING:Witch!Reader x Rival!Yeosang

GENRE:Enemies to lovers, Academic rivals (?),yeosang is a douche.

WC: 1k

WARNINGS: reader has a relatively bad relationship with her parent cud of her grades

REQUESTED: nope (please request !!!!!)

a/n: my first fic EEEEKK! I hope you like it and dont be too hard on me since english isn't my first, lowercase intended, anyways enjoy !!! (also brief mention of hyunjin in the beginning )

You and yeosang go way back and not in that reminiscent, friendly way. You both attended the same school " Littlewood Academy of Witchcraft and Wizardry" grades 1 through 12. The school was not at all modest.It was a castle , one you'd see straight out of a fantasy story. The students though.... not so much. They were split up into extremely close-knit cliques,only having about 5-8 people each.You were apart of the smart kids clique , However yeosang was apart of the "Cool kid clique", so you never interacted much ,but when you did, all hell broke loose.

" Sup y/n " said Yeosang as he leaned forward onto your desk after class.

"dont talk to me , people might think we're friends" you replied , eyes still on the homework you were doing.

"Hey why do you hate me so much ? We barely ever interact?" Yeosang commented, eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

"Well," you began as you closed the book you were solving in " first you are an insufferable human being that can't function without at least two girls on either shoulder , a playboy , and a borderline bully. " you sighed as you opened your mouth to speak again " Second, you pay people to do your homework , and third you're just a douche bag over all" you ended.

"You need more? cus i got all day." you added making Yeosang's lips turn into a thin line.

"no, thanks" he uttered.

"good" you said as you got up from your seat to your next class , a smirk plastered across your face. You were especially excited today since it was the last lesson you'd attend at this god forsaken school, then you'd finally become a witch.

As you were walking a glimpse of a tall man with long black hair caught your eye.

Hwang HyunJin.

The school sweetheart. Everyone and their mom had a big crush on him. The way his hair covers his eyes and his long legs striding at an unusually fast pace .You too had a crush on hyunjin,But you knew he was way out of your league. Not necessarily because you were ugly ; You were actually somewhat pretty ,But he was part of the "cool kid clique" and ,as if it wasn't bad enough , he was Yeosang's friend. God he is so drea-

OUCH!

Your thoughts were interrupted by a stinging pain on your forehead. You looked up to see what you hit. You looked up and saw a pair of eyes. A little too familiar for you liking. Oh god. no no no no.

You had just hit your head on Yeosang's chest.

"Sorry" you murmured, walking away fast enough to escape from the severely embarrassing situation , but slow enough for Yeosang to catch a glimpse of your face.

" God, is she clumsy " He said laughing to himself.

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You let out a sigh of relief as you heard the last bell ring ,meaning you were done with your schooling for life now. You heard the announcement speaker turn on and a familiar voice started speaking.

" Congratulations grade 12 students on graduating and I hope your dreams take you to the corners of the earth, to the highest of your hopes, and to the most special places your heart has ever known.Behind you, all your memories. Ahead of you, all your dreams. Within you, all you need. Wishing you the best graduation.The next chapter gets really good. Congrats, grad! Don't forget ,your graduation ceremony will be held tonight , best of luck to you all. Special congratulations to this year's co-valedictorians , Kang Yeosang and Y/l/n Y/N . Officially Signing off , this was principal Conrad . Congratulations graduates ! "

Not again.

You hated being tied with anyone let alone tied with Yeosang. You were raging with fury at how ridiculous this scenario is. Yeosang's dad bribed the principal so that his son could be valedictorian. Meanwhile , You worked your butt off this year and all the years before and he just goes and bribes the principal ?

"God, life's unfair." you thought out loud, heading to your locker to clean it out.

"i know right."Your best friend ,yunjin, mumbled beside you "that's why i'm glad to be graduating " yunjin said as she sighed.

You both said your goodbyes to each other and you rushed to the front of the school , since your mom was picking you up .

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The trip back to school was full of silence as you scrolled mindlessly through your phone.

Once your mom parked the car you hurried to the front door and opened it , heading towards your room before anyone could ask you how your day went.

you closed the door and plopped onto your bed , deciding to call it a night early ,since you had too much on your mind and so little energy to think. You closed your eyes and drifted off to sleep , Knowing that tomorrow, all this suffering would end and you'd officially have to get a real job.

＊*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚　　˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚＊. ＊*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚　　˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚＊ ＊*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚　　˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚＊

A/N: Hi everyone! hope you enjoyed this and a new chapter will (hopefully) be released within 4 weeks ! Also, this took me multiple days to write and it took you minutes to read so please remember to reblog this, since tumblr works on a system of reblogs ,not likes !!!

ily and stay safe everyone! make sure to keep hydrated and eat all your meals , stay healthy , BYE !!

Taglist (for this series only , comment if you wanna be added): @nstarqueen

[enhard]

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enhypen’s favorite positions ! (MDNI)

CW: enhypen ot6 x fem!reader (separately), breeding, squirting, sleepy sex, body worship, rough sex, both praise and degradation, pet names, ass slapping, unprotected sex, public sex (in the jungwon one)

disclaimer: i am not ot6, i just do not feel comfortable writing smut with riki

wc: 2k words, enjoy!

˙⟡ ⋆ 엔하이픈 이 희승 - Lee Heeseung ~ Mating press

heeseung’s burning desire is to breed you. he wants to fill you up to the brim, to mark you as his. of course, his favorite position would be the mating press. to just have you under him with your knees bent while he’s straddled over you. the visual alone would be driving him crazy. he considers it far more intimate than any other position you’ve tried together.

he grabs onto the backside of your knees, pushing them into your abdomen while he fucks you with deep thrusts. your pussy swallows him whole perfectly, the wetness making it all that much easier. the way he has you pinned down into the mattress it is impossible for you to move away, you can just lay still and let him fuck your thoughts out of you. he could go slower and deeper, really hitting all the spots. but he could go faster, rougher. he’d dig his nails into your thighs, forming little moons as dents in the skin.

“my fucking god... you’re so perfect. look at how cute you look letting me fuck you dumb.” all you can do is whine on his cock, closing your eyes to take it as well as you can. the position is helping him get so deep inside you, making you want to give out already. his words are not helping either, they just add to the knot in your stomach. “mm..hm..” you cry out. “such a good girl... you’re adorable.” he adds.

“h..heeseung.. please plea-- oh, fuck please... I need your cum...” you start begging and crying.

oh and after a few thrusts, he can’t handle hearing your begs any more, he cums deep inside you moaning a few times before he stops pounding you.

but there is no way he stopped there.

⊹ ࣪˚ 엔하이픈 박 종성 - Park Jongseong ~ Cowgirl

jay loves your tits so much, he’s the hugest tits guy ever no matter their size or what they might look like. he loves looking at them while you bounce on him. he usually keeps his hands on your thighs, digging his nails into them to keep you going.. but sometimes he moves his hands up to massage your boobs, taking them in his mouth when he decides to sit up. when it starts feeling too good, he just lays back with his eyes closed, enjoying every bit of pleasure.. making sure to thrust up into you whenever he feels like it, or when you request so. sometimes he’d like when ride him in a chair perhaps the one in your kitchen when he’s done cooking for you.

before you could enjoy your dinner together, he wanted to get his treat first.

with his head leaned back, he grasps onto your thighs letting you bounce on his cock. he just stares at your pretty body, popping a tit in his mouth at one point. he licks and sucks on your nipples as you move your hips back and forth on him. “jay..baby.. feels so good.” he hums in agreement. he loves how good you feel on him, he just can’t stop now. he pulls his mouth away to watch your tits bounce every time you ride him, pleasure taking over both your bodies. he grabs onto your ass to make you go faster than before now, your legs are starting to give out. but you need to have him cum inside you, one way or another.

“j..jay i’m gonna cum.. please fuckfuck i can’t anymore—“ you moan out, your toes curling from the sensation.

“me too pretty girl, let me see that perfect pussy squirt for me, come..on..” he says softly. after coming undone all over him, you got the cute little creampie you deserve. it’s a shame that the food got cold until you got to eat it : (

perhaps you got a bit too busy..

⋆.˚ 엔하이픈 심 재윤 - Sim Jaeyun ~ Doggy style

we knew. just anything from the back works wonders for jake. he loves your ass so much, it is just so convenient for him to fuck you from the back. he will always look at you pouty when he is in the mood for it but besides getting to smack your ass anytime he wants, he has easy access to touch you all over your body, including grabbing your neck from behind when he starts going a bit rougher. this man wants to bend you over any and every surface he could find. the desk, kitchen table, party bathroom sink you name it and he’s down for it. jake could just rip a hole into your clothes to fuck you just like that..

a few smacks echo through the room from his hand making contact with your ass.

“such a fucking whore..” he hisses while grasping onto your hair trying to go as fast as he can. you can’t stop letting out loud sounds, taking all of him in like that is making you dizzy. he got you grasping the sheets while fucking you so good. “jake…” you faintly whisper, not being able to talk as much anymore due to the pleasure and the roughness he’s got on you.

“princess you’re doing amazing for me, you’re wrapping so good around me..”

he leans in to give you neck kisses while pounding into you like that. he’d go faster and faster until you squirted all over him, just to keep going all night cause you being bent over for him drove him crazy as is.

✧ˎˊ 엔하이픈 박 성훈 - Park Sunghoon ~ Pronebone

sunghoon loves lazy but rough sex. something he’ll always request is fucking you either when you’re about to sleep or in the morning. sometimes he’d hold you until you woke up, slowly working up the idea for a quick morning fuck to start the day. he loves laying you down flat on your stomach, so he can saddle up behind you, bending his knees to fuck you. he’d position his arms so he has support, then he’d begin pounding your pussy while praising you for how good you’re doing.

just like jake, he loves doggy too. this is a variation that he loves just as much. just having you take him like that makes him so satisfied, he’d press on your back while he gets rougher... with messy hair, and morning voice, he would absolutely destroy you in bed with this position. it’s so easy for both of you but he can get so deep inside you it’s driving him insane. he could just wrap one arm around your waist, to thrust faster and faster. he’s ripping you apart at this point, making you moan so loud deep into the morning.

now it’s late at night and you’re both back in the mood. he got you flat on your stomach again, straddled over you with rough strokes. you both might be half asleep, but this is much needed from both of you.

“hm..m.. baby..” he slightly moans, keeping his pace constant.

with closed eyes, you lazily reply back.. already in a daze. “hoon.. i..know.. feels so good..” you whimper. it is dark in your room, you can only hear dragged noises of your skin slapping together.

he keeps going, but soon when you’re just about to cum you grab onto your pillow tightly, squeezing him as you finish making him groan. he slaps your ass, caressing it a bit after to mute the tingly feeling. he’s getting close, and he starts moaning more frequently.

“love.. i’m gonna cum..” he moans out while squeezing his eyes shut. you can barely reply anymore from you hitting your high, so you just let out a few sounds. he ends up pulling out to stroke his cock a few times before spurting out ropes of cum all over your ass as he’s a moaning mess.

you both catch up your breath and when he collapses next to you, you turn to face him just to stroke his cheek a bit. he closed his eyes for a second but he swore he fell asleep right there and then.

ˎˊ˗ 엔하이픈 김 선우 - Kim Sunoo ~ Missionary

sunoo’s favorite is definitely a classic. might be considered basic but there’s that touch of intimacy to it. to just be on top of you, legs wrapped around him as he gives you deep kisses… moaning a little into your mouth when you squeeze his dick a little too hard. he’s not rough with you, quite soft actually.  he much rather prefers a nice and slow pace, being able to hit all your good spots when he’s inside you. he loves to fuck you like this whenever you both feel a bit tired, on a silent night... or just some lazy morning sex. you just love holding onto his arms while he’s supporting himself with them... and from time to time you squeeze your legs together a bit harder just to get him deeper.

“honey, let me make you feel good, ‘kay?” he smiles softly while giving your earlobe a few kisses. he moves down to your neck, then chest kissing all over your body before grabbing his body with your legs.

“sunoo.. please do. I need you.” you say, eyes sparkling at him so sweet and so innocent-like. your intentions are far from innocent though...

when he starts thrusting into you, he just leaves out the sweetest sounds, definitely does not refrain from being a little loud for you. when it starts feeling too good and you’re just about to finish, you squeeze him as hard as you can while riding out your orgasm.

you never miss cuddling after every round, he just collapses on top of you… hugging you like never before.

⋆˙⟡ 엔하이픈 양 정원 - Yang Jungwon ~ Spooning

similar to sunoo, jungwon likes to do this when you’re both feeling a bit lazy or when you want to do a little public fuck. it works wonders under the sheets, nobody even notices a thing when he’s deep in your insides... well, if you don’t get too loud that is. jungwon likes to give you slow and deep strokes, messing with you while the others are close to both of you. that is maybe at a sleepover or spending a night in a tent outside, who knows. though, when you’re both left alone he picks up a pace that you didn’t know was humane. when he’s spooning you, he loves grabbing onto your hip pulling you back on him while you lay down trying not to scream out of pleasure.

even when you’re both alone at home, he’d use this position for some easier penetration if he’s too tired for actual sex. oh how he would kiss your shoulder and bite down on it a bit as he’s thrusting into you. he whispers sweet nothings into your ear while being so close to you, his voice sending chills down your spine.

“won… please..please keep going.”  you whisper, while the others are resting in the same room as you two.

he slightly laughs, leaning into your ear. “you wanna get caught?” he sneaks two fingers to your clit. “such a bad girl, hm?” he whispers ever so slightly.

you can hardly handle it anymore, but you can’t cum yet. not with so many people around you. “mm..m” is all that leaves your lips now, getting stimulated from all points is something you cannot handle right now. you try grabbing his wrist underneath the blanket to make him stop a bit, but that only makes him hiss, flicking his fingers on your clit even harder.

“fucking..hell jungwon…I can’t..” you whimper, not being able to do much anyway, he controlled everything and he wanted to see you react like this.

when you two are finally alone again, you know well that he’s thrusting into you as fast as he can, you both riding out your orgasms trying not to make too much noise. You have a shaking orgasm, while jungwon pulls out to cum all over your thigh. he kisses your neck, soon having to worry about the cum stains left on the blanket.

at least you had one hell of a time, right?

an: HOLYYY ENHARD IS BACK!! i missed writing for a little while -=-

[kyeomofhearts]

Yunho x Chubby!Reader Headcanons <3

[☻] I’ve been thinking about Yuyu a lot 💔 so here we are! Made this in 30 minutes so please excuse any mistakes!

[nsfw content after the ‘keep reading’ header] mdni!!

☆ Yunho’s the type to always need some sort of physical touch when it comes to you. Like he’s mindlessly touching you (both sexual and non) whether that be by holding your hand or simply caressing your shoulder. Your physical presence just soothes him you know?

☆ Is not quiet about you at all, as he should. Right after your first date he almost changed his relationship status to ‘taken’ on all of his social media accounts. And now as a happy couple, he makes sure to let everyone know who his gf is and just how much he loves you! He even has a ‘I love my gf’ shirt with one of the very first selfies you sent him.

☆ Laying his head on your thighs is his favorite thing in the world. As soon as your fingers make their way to his scalp he’s gone. He just loves how warm and plush you are.

☆ Loves, absolutely loves, how soft and plump your skin is! Even if you get self-conscious about your stretch marks or cellulite, he will always make sure to show you how much he adores your body.

☆ Loves eating with you. Restaurants, takeout, or homemade… it doesn’t matter. There’s just something about seeing you eat happily that brings him so much joy.

☆ Okay, let’s face it… since Yunho is on the thinner side, he just can’t help but always gravitate towards you. Especially when it’s cold out, you bet he’s soaking up all of your warmth! You’re his personal heater and he will not be letting you go.

☆ Would absolutely not change a single thing about you whatsoever. Which he makes sure to remind you on those days where you feel a bit insecure about yourself. He thinks and knows that you are perfect just the way you are.

☆ Omg and the sex? Absolutely nasty.

☆ Almost loses all self control when he sees your body in its full glory. Absolutely touching everything and anything as soon as he is within arms reach.

☆ Body worship is through the roof.

☆ Yunho is a simple guy, he just can’t help himself when he sees your boobs and ass.

☆ Loves being rough because then that means he gets to see your body jiggling from how hard he’s fucking you. Also loves marking you up, seeing his hand imprinted on your ass just spurs him on even more.

☆ Is down to do any position with you so as long as he can still see your beautiful body.

☆ Surprisingly enough, he can pick you up and manhandle you like it’s nothing. (You were definitely shocked the first time he lifted you off the ground)

☆ Would be honored to die in-between your thighs. There’s no better way to go out than by eating out the love of his life. If he could, he would just stay in-between your thighs for the rest of his life (it doesn’t even have to be sexual!).

☆ Also loves when you ride his face. Despite your apprehension, he will almost always need to make you cum this way first before actually getting down and dirty.

☆ He cannot honestly get enough of how much there is to grab when it comes to you. There’s been a few times where he just wants to stay still and become one with you.

☆ Absolutely spoils you with lingerie! Even know he prefers you naked most of the time, lingerie on your body just does something to him. There’s nothing better than coming home after a long day to seeing you waiting for him in lingerie, it’s like a reward honestly.

☆ Yunho just loves you so much, he doesn’t know what he would do without you being in his life.

☆ Which is why he plans on proposing to you soon. He’s still trying to get the date down but the ring is already hidden away in his drawer. He hopes that you know how serious he is about you when you see the ring, it’s a Darry ring of course.

[yoonchaesgf]

mdni.

gamer!jeno how he can finger you good even he is playing with his friends (multitasker king).

gamer!jeno how he lets you eat his long hard dick as his other hand was grabbing your hair to go further making you gagged.

gamer!jeno who kisses your lips or neck whenever he is waiting for the game to start or when he is respawning back as he died.

gamer!jeno who lets you sit in his lap while his dick is inside you (cockwarming).

gamer!jeno who let’s you try playing also and how he was smilling at you whenever you got a kill or whenever your frustrated because he found it cute (this boy is too whipped for you also it making him horny)

gamer!jeno who will stop the game because how horny you are or him making his friend scream at him how he just left making them die. he doesn’t care about it he’s main priority right now is fucking you good.

gamer!jeno who will cuddle to you after the sex ‘till you fell asleep. kissing your temple and just looking at you with a smile and realize how lucky he is to even have you.

[atzaurora]

신음-𝒎𝒐𝒂𝒏

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һ᥆ᥒgȷ᥆᥆ᥒg ᥒs𝖿ᥕ ᥲᥙძі᥆ #1

𝒎𝒆𝒎𝒃𝒆𝒓: Hongjoong

𝒕𝒚𝒑𝒆: audio (smut/suggestive)

.ᐟ.ᐟ𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔.ᐟ.ᐟ: 18+/smut/suggestive content, MDNI!!! NSFW AUDIO!

𝒔𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚: after a stressful day, you decide to give Hongjoong some good head, making him very vocal

𝒍𝒆𝒏𝒈𝒕𝒉: 0.42 min

𝒂/𝒏: it's my first nsfw audio so please be nice about it, I've tried my best, but i think it came out pretty good for my first time. feel free to leave feedback or requests!

here's my 𝒎𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕!

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[minghaosbow]

how about mingyu & breeding kink w sum nasty ahh dirty talk 👁️👁️

𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙮𝙪 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙖 𝙗𝙧𝙚𝙚𝙙𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙠

“c’mon baby one more.”

it’s been what, two rounds? you can’t even think right now as hes behind you, on your side on the bed as he was pounding into you. your cunt was soaked up by his and your juices colliding, your moans breaking out as you were gripping onto a pillow for a-chancy to hold onto something— someone.

he always had a good stamina you couldn’t even lie, you loved it. all you had to do was lay there and take it.

“fuck- baby.. you’re fucking soaked like a slut in heat, you like that? wanna be gyu’s slut? hm?” he had a grip on your neck, tilting your head to his face as he stared deep into your eyes, unable to even keep them open at his speed pounding into you, his dick hitting your gspot repeatedly.

“ohmygod- gonna fucking put a baby in you.. want that? want me to fucking breed your pussy until its unable to take anymore of my cum? want that?”

“fu-fuck! yes! i want that! pleas- fuck a baby into me!”

“atta girl.” he smirked, choking your sides of your neck harder, his speed going animalistic now as he felt he was gonna cum again, you smiled at him with moans echoing around the room. your thighs were fucking sticky from his cum dripping out from cumming twice.

“gonna cum in you- fuck, gonna watch my cum drip out of your pussy..” he moaned, feeling his dick go faster in you as he finally came, his dick splurting his cum in you as you gasped, you felt it fill you up as you hold onto the pillow, teary ruined mascara running down your cheeks.

he stayed in you, trying to regain control as he looked at your ruined face.

“so, want a baby huh?”

(this one is shorter than i should’ve thought !! :( im sorry its short but more is coming soon!!! requests are open till tmr <3)

[loserlvrss]

꒰ 𝐅𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓! ꒱ 김동현

summary : you’ve been bored of your boyfriends calm demeanor, so you decided to prank him just to see if he’d start a fight—however, it gave you something much better

genre : kinda angsty, suggestive, leehan x afab!reader tws : language, kinda toxic behavior, suggestive content author notes : sorry this took a while i’ve been supah swamped but i hope you enjoyed the direction i took your request in !! word count : 1.4k

you don’t know why you were doing this. even as you applied the black, green and blue makeup, you couldn’t think of a valid reason. yet, here you were, sat on your couch scrolling through your phone, just awaiting the opportunity to prank your sweet, unsuspecting boyfriend.

maybe he’d gotten too comfortable in your relationship. hell, you used whatever excuse to try and justify it. but, the truth is, you wanted to see if he had it in him to get mad at you. he was so damn peaceful all the time—you loved that about him, really—nonetheless, deep down, your heart raced with the thought; the anticipation when he’d finally catch a glimpse of your artwork that he’d deem someone else’s.

this was fun.

you knew it’d work. you’ve never let leehan purposefully leave marks on your skin, not because it didn’t feel good to have him kiss you, but simply because you’ve always found them tacky and a hassle to cover up. you’d wasted so much makeup in the past trying to do so, so whenever he’d come close to leaving purple patches, you’d tell him to stop. he’d even bargained with leaving them in places only he could see, but you still refused. especially if you couldn’t return the favor.

you knew this was an evil way to push his buttons, that you oh-so-desperately wanted to see pushed. it was selfish, really, however at this moment in time the plan was already set into action. you wanted to start a fight, just to see if he could.

he’s never gotten mad at you. he’s never yelled at you. he’s never dared put a hand on you. and that was a dream, but somewhere deep down, you knew it was also just as boring as it was desirable. you wanted him to yell at you. at least once. manhandle you— consensually, of course. you wanted so much, and maybe this wasn’t the right way to bring it up, but it didn’t matter anymore as his voice broke through the silenced air.

“what’s that?”

“what’s what?” you asked, acting obliviously as you scrolled through twitter and instagram in turns.

he shrugged, and you don’t know if it was the fact that he seemingly didn’t care, or if it was that maybe he just brushed it under the rug as anything else, that began to piss you off.

nonetheless, you decided you were in it for the long run. after all, you wanted to see if he’d start the fight.

and throughout the rest of the afternoon you’d catch leehan staring in your direction, shifting his gaze when you’d make eye-contact. he kept a calm demeanor, never asking again what the purple marks on your neck were. he’d even hugged you before he left for practice, getting all up close and personal with the artwork.

you were finding it hard to believe he hadn’t noticed.

maybe he was gathering his thoughts. maybe he was trying to decided why you didn’t smell like another man—why he knew you wouldn’t do that to him. maybe as much as his buttons were pushed, this was it for his stemmed anger. maybe dance practice was his way to relieve the stress you caused from time-to-time. maybe the cool, calm and collected leehan was the only version of your otherwise, smiley, boyfriend.

maybe you were beginning to feel bad because you had no idea the feelings he had towards this prank. did it upset him? you wouldn’t be none-the-wiser to it if it had. he was good at shielding emotions, and maybe that’s where you needed to draw the line. maybe that’s where your conversation should’ve began, instead of whatever the hell tiktok had inspired you to do.

you kept looking at the clock on your home screen, counting down the minutes until he’d come back to you. and just as you had decided to end the prank, opting for a civil—adult-ish—conversation, a text illuminated your dark screen.

it read: we need to talk.

yet you couldn’t decipher the hidden meaning. of course you knew what it was about, that’s the only thing that’s been wrong throughout the last few months between you two. what else could it be? and why, now that you were finally getting what you wanted, didn’t it feel good?

you didn’t answer him, partially because you didn’t know what to say; it was a prank. i just wanted to see if you’d get mad at me. i’m so bored of this. nothing seemed correct, or frankly, truthful.

you also knew that he wasn’t far. he wouldn’t have texted you otherwise, just to torture you—though it would’ve been deserved. so, you waited by the door for your boyfriend to get back, the thought of washing away the eyeshadow long gone.

then, it finally opened with the pattern of your key code. the air became thick and you found it hard to swallow with a lump in your throat. were you sorry? yes. did you feel bad for being immature? yes. was a tiny part of you still curious to see how this would play out?

yes.

"y/n," was the first, and only, thing he muttered for a couple of excruciatingly long minutes. you watched as he put his bag down, eyed him as he took his shoes off, and almost burst when he ran a hand through his hair. maybe leehan was able to torture you, even if unintended.

his eyes finally met yours, but then they drifted to your neck, and further to your collar bone. he knew. he's known since the first question left his lips hours and hours ago.

"what's that?" his arms snaked between each other, and you found it wrong to think it was hot, but you very much did.

almost like deja vu, the same feeling crept up from down within you. "what's what?" you reenacted. although this time, he didn't let it go. he approached you quickly, too fast to get away before you were sandwiched between the plaster and his body.

his hands were slow with movements. those oh-so-stupid-fucking-hands that had you, literally, at his fingertips. one forcing your head by your jaw to expose your neck, while the other brushed away the hair that disguised the marks from his view.

you fronted being indifferent, but truth be told, if he wasn't holding you up your knees would have buckled already, leaving you as a mess on the floor in front of him.

"you must think i don't know you," he voiced, holding eye-contact as he pushed his thumb between your lips, gathering just enough saliva to then press the digit to your neck and swipe. and it smudged with enough force, despite being labeled as waterproof. "tell me why you felt the need to paint these on. i couldn't think of one good reason all day, princess."

and the nickname he always called you—innocently and less than—had your heart in absolute shambles; the anticipation was just as good as if he'd raised his voice, you thought.

maybe your vanilla-scented boyfriend had finally gotten the hint that you wanted more, despite going about it in a less than thoughtful way. and maybe you realized that you didn't hate that he was always nice, no you loved that about him, but sometimes it was okay if he wanted to be a little bit meaner with you. after all, he could always say my... anything he wanted, and that would still mean that he saw you as his forever only.

"i-i," you couldn't think straight when he attached his lips over the previously (fakely) marked spots. his breath was hot, lips gentle then firm as he sucked against the spots he knew you'd rarely let him have his way with. "i—uh, fuck. leehan,"

his voice was low against the shell of your ear, sending a shiver down your spine and a whimper up your throat. "if you wanted something, you could've just asked me, baby. i'd give you anything."

the eyes that you've grown comfortable with always seemed to be there despite the firm placement he had you in. you knew he loved you more than anything, so you knew his words were true. and his demeanor broke when he kissed your lips, almost giving you whiplash.

his palms laid flat against your cheeks, thumbs rubbing sweetly. "if you wanted everyone to know that you're mine, let me do it myself."

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ice on my teeth | c.sn

❤︎ synopsis — san’s been feeling a little bold lately after his most recent comeback

pairing: idol!choi san x afab!reader

theme: smut ❣︎

a/n: ice on my teeth slaps and san in the mv has me feeling some type of way. enjoy this fic i cranked out from the horniest crevices of my mind. banner credits to @sylusz

cw: no gendered pronouns for the reader. top!san. bottom!reader. pet names (baby, babe, honey). vaginal fingering. oral sex (f receiving). slight overstimulation. reader is hormonal for san. san is a bit of a freak

san was so unfairly hot.

and he knew it.

it was insanely obvious that he took advantage of that fact too, because this comeback, his stylists went all out for every single one of his looks.

as the partner of choi san himself, you had special privileges of freely roaming photoshoots and music video shootings whenever ateez prepared for their latest comeback. it’s a special opportunity that all of ateez partner’s got, per the request of the members themselves.

and damn, did your man really aim to make you go feral this time around.

the new golden hour part 2 ep was an absolute banger, hongjoong even gave you the luxury to have an early listen to one of the songs on the album. of course, with banger songs, comes with a banger music video.

a music video that was a little too sexy for your own sanity.

the entire process was a thrill for ateez, but an agonizing time for you. you were forced to sit behind the camera crew while they took the most sinful shots of your boyfriend, trying to be discreet with how you rubbed your thighs together every time san flashed one of his sultry, sexy smirks that he’d usually give you in the bedroom.

it’s like god was laughing at your misfortune from the clouds with a popcorn bucket in hand. oh how you so badly wanted to jump your man’s bones and suck his dick right then and there, but you knew better than to create that oddly graphic scenario.

there was one particular scene that was being filmed, where san was looking up into the camera through intricately decorated chains and jewelry, shooting his iconic dark, sultry eyes. san was dressed in nothing but a fur coat and pants, lowered ever so slightly to teasingly show off his dolce gabbana boxers.

and he definitely knew he was affecting you in such a way, because every time you even catch his gaze, he always flashes you that cocky ass smirk, which only fuels your desire to just wipe than smile off with your lips on his.

this man should be illegal.

finally, after what seemed to be a lifetime of undressing san with your eyes, the music video filming was finally over, and you got to take your man home to your place.

san had already told mingi and seonghwa ahead of time that he’d be staying over at your place for some “quality time with his partner”.

a few hickeys and one sloppy make out later, the tension had finally boiled over into a heated dance of passion and lust between the two of you, with san pushing you down onto your duvet, his large hands roaming over your body, worshipping your clear skin.

“gorgeous.” san panted out, lathering wet kisses over your stomach, pushing your shirt up to your chest to grant himself more access to your body.

breathy sighs escaped your wet lips, and your gaze drifted down to the masterpiece of a man between your legs. a breathless chuckle erupted from your throat.

“someone’s eager.” you teased. san responded with a nip to your inner thigh, making you gasp.

“you’re one to talk.” san lowly groaned while practically ripping off your pants in one swift motion, which only made your panties even more soaked.

“i saw how you were looking at me during the filming. you’re not that slick, honey.”

you laughed, though it came out more high-pitched than expected. “can you blame me? you were looking so damn hot for that camera.”

“good.” san punched out with a grunt, his head diving between your legs. catching the elastic band of your panties between his teeth, he dragged down the sodden fabric in a teasing manner, slowly egging you on and heightening your arousal.

when you finally kicked off the delicate fabric yourself, the bare sight of your glittering, wet cunt, was all it took for san to lose control.

san has always been an impatient man when it came to you, so he wasted no time spreading your thighs apart, licking up your slit in one, fat stripe, and then beginning to feast on you, moaning wantonly into your sensitive skin.

your moans were shameless and loud, fingers immediately darting down to tangle in san’s raven hair, tugging on the strands periodically as san devoured your pussy with his skilled tongue.

“fuck, i’ll never get tired of this taste,” san grunted into your skin, letting out a moan as his tongue lathered over your sensitive folds. “it’s just so damn good.”

a high pitched whine escaped your lips. “h-hah.. sannie…”

“yeah, that’s it, baby. say my name.” san continued to worship your dripping core, his lips latched around your clit and sucking hard, flicking his tongue over it every now and then. your moans only got louder each time, and san just reveled in your pleasure, getting off on it.

san’s cock was so hard in his pants it was almost painful, begging to be freed and just fuck your pussy silly. but san was focused on you, and only you, wanting to hear your sounds and your pleasure.

a tiny trail of saliva dripped from the corner of your mouth, moans and whines coming from your throat nonstop as san ate you out like it was the last time he was ever gonna taste pussy. his calloused hands gripped the plush of your thighs tightly every time they closed instinctively around your head, spreading them apart and keeping them locked in that position.

“no. keep them open for me, babe.” san hashed out with a slight whine in his voice. he then licked a quick line up his two fingers before plunging them inside of you, relishing the loud gasp that came from your mouth.

“wanna make you feel good. please.”

the desperation in his voice made your velvety walls clench around his digits, and san groaned loudly at the feeling. hooking your thighs over his broad shoulders, san dived back in to abuse your clit with his tongue, while his fingers beckoned inside of your cunt to drive you crazy.

god were you a mess, the way san’s fingers just dragged against your spongy walls in all the right places, plus how he was prodding your sensitive pearl with his tongue. it’s like this man was trying to kill you.

every single sound that escaped your mouth only made san redouble his efforts, reducing you to his babbling, incoherent mess. your fingers tightened in san’s hair, pulling harshly at his messy black locks, and your hips bucked up to meet with san’s tongue and finger movements.

“s-san- san i can’t— a-ah~…” you whined rather loudly. san chuckled into your skin, the deep sound resonating within his chest.

and san’s gaze never left your face. his sharp, catlike eyes were dark. so dark that there was almost no white left in them, nothing but pure lust present in those black orbs.

“fuck. keep doing that for me.” san groans before removing his fingers, and spearing his tongue into your pink pucker. that about made you lose it right then and there.

“come for me, honey.”

it’s like his words cast some sort of spell on your body, because you came right then and there. your white essence flooded his tongue, and he eagerly swallowed up the sweet taste, groaning loudly and keeping his face stuffed between your thighs.

but even after your mind-shattering orgasm, san didn’t relent with his tongue movements. his continued ministrations left you a broken, whimpering mess, desperately pushing his head to try and find some sort of relief.

“s-sannie— san- it’s too much- please-!” you cried out, choked up moans coming from you.

san responded with a low whine, pushing his tongue harshly between your folds, as if to physically disagree. san’s head then came up from between your thighs, his lips and chin glistening with your arousal.

“nuh-uh, honey. we’re not stopping now.” san cooed softly. you would’ve melted at the sound of his honeyed words if it weren’t for your body being so sensitive.

pushing his pants down, his hard, leaking cock jutted out from between his legs. the tip was an angry red, demanding to be pleasured. as he shimmied himself between your legs and hooked them around his waist, you knew you’d be in for a long night.

then again, it wasn’t like you minded.

“we ain’t stopping ‘till i get to cum. and i’ll be sure to fill you up so good, babe.”

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[bambieheeseunglee]

why do men try when lee heeseung exists !?

Lee Heeseung - 01 line!

[taojjang]

★ riize and their kinks

pairing: bf!riize x fem!reader, genre: suggestive + smut, warnings: sexual themes, dacryphilia, humiliation, degrading, bondage, cum play (?)

shotaro . . . loves seeing you cry.

something about the trails of tears down your cheeks and the weak sobs that leave your lips drives him insane. he strives to make you feel so good to the point of sobbing while he's working into you. he loves making you beg for him to go easier on you, crying for mercy. or even better,

crying for more.

eunseok . . . loves seeing the glint of shame in your eyes when he's touching you.

something about the way you hide against his chest with pink cheeks after he tells his friends how good you taste is so adorable. so adorable that he'd do anything to see it again. in public outings or social gatherings, he likes to trail his fingers up your thighs and watch your eyes dart to him with heat rising to your face. in dire situations, he'd sneak his hand up your skirt and run his finger over the damp spot in your panties, watching you squirm beneath his touch, holding back shaky moans.

you're just too adorable.

sungchan . . . loves how easily you fit into his grip.

at first, he'd always feel guilty for getting hard when you were so eager to hug him, wrapping your arms around his neck and standing on your tippy toes to reach his shoulders. but how could he remain calm when all he could think of was pinning your small hands above your head while driving into you? he especially loves how snug he fits inside of you, loving the way your eyes light up when he says, "you take me so well, princess."

he knew your body was made for him.

wonbin . . . loves seeing the darkness in your eyes as you ride him.

the knot in his stomach always seems to tighten whenever your grip on his hair tightens, pulling his head up to face you, spewing dirty words at him. "you're a fucking mess for me, wonbin." you'd tease, laughing at his ruined appearance. he'll always be a loser for you; melting under your touch, waiting for your next commands.

he's all yours.

seunghan . . . loves the little smile on your face when he calls you a good girl.

he's always been nothing but sweet to you throughout your entire relationship, giving you soothing kisses of sweet reassurance at any given chance. but he'd treat you especially well in bed. at times, he'd get a little too carried away when you give him full possession of your body, tugging on you harder than usual or biting your neck hard enough to leave marks. but none of that mattered when he's whispering sweet shushes into your ear. "you're such a sweet girl.. you treat me so well, angel." he'd whisper, earning sweet moans from you.

you're his angel, and he works endlessly to prove it.

sohee . . . loves the sight of you bound beneath him.

sohee loves when you take charge, leaning him down on the bed, using him to your heart's content. but something about the helpless look in your eyes as gentle "please"s leave your lips while he's tying you to the bed is so intoxicating. his heart can't seem to relax as he watches your restless squirms in the grasp of the ropes around your arms and chest. he could spend hours taking in your beauty; the way the ropes enhance the plumpness of your tits in its grip, the way your hips slightly rock at the sensation of the rope hovering above your clit, and of course those adorable eyes that look up at him, begging for his touch.

he loves knowing you need him.

anton . . . loves marking you, painting you as his.

he gets weak in the knees when he thinks of being deep inside you, painting your insides with his seed. anton will not think twice before cumming onto you, anywhere and everywhere. when you're on your knees taking him in your throat, he can't help but pull out and watch your eyes squeeze shut as his warmth spills down your pretty face. or when you're extra needy in public, asking him to meet you in the bathroom for an "emergency," pounding into you against the stall door, making sure every spare drop stays inside of you to avoid making a mess. he grins, walking out of that bathroom knowing his cum is dripping from your messy cunt.

he loves making a mess out of you.

[jhdyuiee]

treasure trove

𓇼 pairing: husband!johnny x fem!reader

𓇼 tags/warnings: fluff, smut!, unprotected sex, tit job, fingering, multiple positions/orgasms, oral (m receiving), tit/breast play, sucking/marking/biting, kissing/making out, dirty talk, breeding kink, cursing, name calling (good girl) & pet names (wife, babe), sex by the beach :0, rough johnny

𓇼 w.c: 2k

𓇼 a.n: hehe, i told ya'll i'd be back very soon and with my first ever johnny fic no less, hehe. anyhow this is the last release of the week, please stay tuned next weekend for my next releases! thank you for your continuous love and support, i truly appreciate it & i love ya'll just so much! until next week, jiji out 🤍

Maldives. 

Nothing beats the ocean side view. The water so clear, so exquisite. You looked out the window of the restaurant you and your husband were dining in for the night. Today marked a day until your honeymoon was over. You were a bit sad, not wanting this to end, not wanting to leave just yet.

You watched as the sun slowly set, illuminating the beautiful ocean. You were always fond of the ocean, it was the center of all your good moments in life. You teared your gaze from the beautiful ocean to the man in front of you.

Your husband: Johnny Suh.

“I’m starting to think you’re on this honeymoon with the ocean rather than with me,” Johnny says as he swirls the wine in his cup.

You couldn’t help but smile at his commentary. “Jealous of the ocean, Suh?” you teased.

“You’re a Suh too now you know,” he answered, taking the cup of wine to his lips. His face scrunches up when he gets a taste. He sets the glass down, using that hand to entwine his fingers with yours.

“Did I ever tell you how magnificent you look tonight?” your husband speaks, a slight blush adorning your cheeks.

“Yes, yes you have… in fact it's all you’ve said to be tonight,” you told your husband who just looked at you like a love struck fool. He was your fool, head over heels for you. In Johnny’s world he always thanked the lord above for letting him meet someone like you.

“Well, what can I say, my wife is simply just the most radiant woman in the whole world!” he says a bit louder, loud enough for other guests to hear.

You slightly shout his name as you see the few guests turn around to your table. Johnny just laughs, bringing your entwined hands to his lips where he kissed it so lovingly.

“I love you,” he mutters, instantly melting your heart.

“I love you too,” you tell him as you then bring his hand to your lips so you could do the same thing.

And so your dinner with Johnny continued, laughter and smiles radiating from your table. Everyone in that restaurant could feel the love surrounding you two– the newly wedded couple. Once it was time to go, Johnny made sure to take your hand–holding it real tight–and walk you to his car. You noticed there was no one else there except you two, Johnny noticed this too. And Johnny for one was someone who wouldn’t miss an opportunity to do something… revolting.

His hands quickly find their way to your waist, holding you as he slams his mouth onto yours. You could taste remnants of his wine from him, intoxicating yourself. You didn’t mean the wine, but Johnny himself, the man was like an addicting drug, something you couldn’t help but intoxicate yourself with.

You find yourself trapped, being eaten alive almost. His tongue fights against yours, dominance overriding Johnny. His hands lingered on your ass, groping it which caused you to moan into his mouth. He lightly smacks one of your cheeks before soothing it. You could feel your panties begin to wetten, yourself begin to heat up.

He parts from the heated kiss first, instead going to kiss your cheek, jaw, before settling on your neck. He uses one hand to brush away any hairs, leaving your neck in full exposure to him. He nips on your skin before sucking on it. You grab onto his brown locks, holding him as he tries marking you. You were sure you were going to be left in a body full of marks by the time ya’ll leave tomorrow. Well, not that you were complaining.

Once Johnny felt satisfied he parts from your neck, meeting you at eye level. And just as he was about to devour you again, you two hear a woman’s laughter in the distance. You two freeze, instantly sobering up. However you didn’t fail to notice the remnants of lust in Johnny's eyes.

“Just wait until we get into the villa,” he whispers into your ear before taking your hand to guide you to the passenger seat. As you take your seat and he begins to drive off, your mind wanders to all the indecencies that are about to unravel.

𓆉𓆉𓆉𓆉𓆉𓆉𓆉𓆉

You two couldn’t make it past the front door before he had you two undressing. You were left in nothing, naked as he sucked on your tits. “How are you so perfect,” he groans against your breast, kissing his way to the other one where he proceeds to suck on your nipple before marking you up. You gripped onto his hair, watching as he loved on your body.

When he’s had enough he brings his lips to yours, pecking them before saying, “why don’t you take care of me now, I’ve been hard ever since the restaurant.” Johnny guides your hand to his hardened member that was still confined by his boxers. You shyly smiled before dropping onto your knees where you then proceed to take them off. His cock springs out, leaking with pre already and the tip looking red.

You licked your lips before inching towards his cock. You dart your tongue out before swirling it around his tip, licking up his pre. You groaned at the sour taste, only focusing on his tip. Johnny looks down at you with an urge to just shove himself down your throat, but he wanted you to do it yourself. He watched as your cute tongue licked his tip before licking his slit. He curses and closes his eyes at the pleasuring sensation.

You looked up, finding your husband in pure ecstasy from just some licking. You felt it was right to now kick things up a notch, so you spit on his cock. You used one of your hands to spread the spit around him, making sure to wet him well. When you felt it was wet enough you begin. 

Johnny opens his eyes again when he feels his cock slide in between something soft, something he knew all too well: your tits.

“Fuck,” Johnny curses as he watches you try to fuck his cock in between your tits. Eventually opting to help you out by thrusting himself in between them, watching as you take his tip inside your mouth.

He knew he wasn't going to last, feeling himself nearing his release. You too could feel it in the way he twitched in between you. So being the caring wife that you are, you helped him out a bit by squeezing your tits a bit tighter and taking him in your mouth more deeper.

Johnny gripped your head, holding it as he came. His warm seeds erupting inside your mouth before you swallowed them. You lick him clean one last time before getting back up. Johnny immediately kisses you, tasting himself on you. You feel as his fingers go to your dripping cunt, he moans at the amount of juice overflowing you right now. He continues, sliding them in between your pussy lips. He barely gets to your entrance before you part from the kiss to say: “Pl-Please Johnny, in-inside… inside me pl-please.”

He groans, “anything for you my wife,” he says, unable to resist your pleas.

He flips your two around, your back against the wall. He takes one of your legs into his hand, holding it as he uses his other hand to bring his cock to your dripping entrance. You watched intently, watched as you swallowed him right up. Your hands fly to his shoulders, holding him as you feel his girth spread your gummy walls apart. He was snug inside you, fitting into you just right.

“So fucking tight, feels so good,” Johnny moans against your ear before kissing it. You mutter a sultry, yes, back to him.

Johnny starts thrusting, in and out, you watched with watery eyes. The pleasure so massive as you feel his cock reach up to your cervix, kissing your womb so nicely. You chant out his name when he continues pumping his length into you ruthlessly. You could feel yourself being fucked into oblivion already. You tightened yourself even more around him. “Fuck, already gonna cum babe?” Johnny asks.

“Mmmm,” you say, unable to cohort a simple sentence. Your fingers scratched Johnny’s back as he continued pounding you against the wall.

Johnny watches you in pleasure, watching the way your tits bounced in front of him. It was a sight he couldn't pass up on. Johnny wraps his mouth around one of your nipples, sucking on the poor thing as you grew closer to your release.

Too lost in the overstimulation from his cock and mouth, you failed to notice his fingers which grazed your clit. It wasn’t until you felt them rub your clit that you felt your eyes widened. Involuntary moans erupted from you as he continued playing with your clit.

“I’m… I’m cumming,” you moaned, as you gushed around his cock. Johnny too moans, loving the way you felt as you came around his cock. He continues his thrusting, overstimulating you into mini orgasms until he finally cums. You still couldn’t get used to how much he would cum, how’d he’d fill you up with such warmth.

However, just when you thought it was over, it wasn’t. Unlike the other nights, tonight Johnny was in a desperation of more. He carried you further inside the villa, rushing to the bedroom. He plops you on the bed, feeling it dip as he climbs on as well. Johnny opens your legs, watching as your and his orgasm mixed together and dripped out of you.

“Say, my dear wife, what if we have a child,” Johnny blurts out.

You didn’t know what to say, was this the cause of his sex driven state or was he genuine? Well, whatever the case, you didn’t mind. You were always talking about how much you wanted a child and were always ready to have one if the time ever arose.

“Do it, get me pregnant tonight my dear husband,” you whispered, pecking his lips. you were testing him, a test Johnny wasn’t going to play by tonight. He backs up a bit, spreading your legs wider before positioning his cock in between your folds. He rubs himself in between them, gathering the remnants of his leaking cum only to push them back inside.

“Y-Yes,” you moaned, “I could feel you so deep.”

Johnny smirks, watching your face twist in pleasure, watching as your eyes glistened with tears. He pistoned his thrust, hips slapping against your ass. He continues his ruthless thrust in and out of your cunt as the squelching sounds echoed in the room. He was wrecking your cunt, trying to make sure he was the only one that could ever leave you satisfied for all your life.

“Keep squeezing me babe and you’ll milk me in no time,” he groans, feeling as you squeezed him. “Good girl, just like that,” he then says as he rubs your clit once more.

“I’m go-gonna cum,” you moaned, tongue lolling out, “Cum wi-with me!”

His thrusting falters, going irregular until he finally cums inside you for a second time tonight. Yet he wasn’t done, he still had a promise to uphold. The promise to make sure you left this trip pregnant with his child, our child. And so he fucks his cum into you deeper, not stopping until he’s sure he’s made you pregnant. 

𓆉𓆉𓆉𓆉𓆉𓆉𓆉𓆉

Once everything seemed all perfect to him, Johnny takes his cock out of your stuffed pussy. Remnants of his animalistic side, subduing and being replaced by a gentle and cuddly husband. Johnny engulfed you into his body, his warmth, as he whispered sweet-nothings into your ear. 

Then everything fell silent, the ocean waves sounding in the distance lulling you to sleep. You peacefully slept in Johnny’s arms, resting after a long day and night. In the midst of you sleep you felt a hand graze your stomach, and a loving whisper in your ear.

“I promise to protect you both, my treasures.”

© jhdyuiee

2024. 11. 10

final a.n: have a great weekend! stay safe! & creds to the person who created the dividers, i lost their tumblr page so i couldn't tag them ahhh

[enhard]

enhypen’s kinks <3 (MDNI)

CW: enhypen ot6 x fem!reader (separately), unprotected sex, breeding, bondage, usage of wax, spanking, lots of dacryphilia 😵‍💫, rough sex/soft sex, body worship, blindfolding, praising/degrading, hair pulling, usage of toys, usage of petnames, squirting, sub!sunoo (lmk if i missed anything), everything is consensual

disclaimer: i am not ot6, i do not write smut with riki

wc: 2.6k words ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶

⠀ 𓂃۶ৎ members under the cut, enjoy!

이 희승 - Heeseung - wax play, bondage, breeding

There’s a reason why Heeseung always keeps rope in his nightstand. When he considers you’re acting too bratty for your own good, he just ties you up completely to the bed, looking at you while smiling. You can barely move now, but there’s nothing you love more than him seeing you so submissive like this. With your legs tied constantly open for him and your hands above your head he can’t handle not examining your pretty body every time this happens. One thing you both love doing is getting some safe candle wax you can use while you’re tied up. You’re laying so helpless there under him, you can do nothing but just wait for him to untie you if anything. He’d tie those ropes so tight around your body until they left red marks on you.

He melts the wax onto your skin, starting with your chest then moving down to your stomach, the hot wax dripping in coins on your sensitive skin. You hiss a bit from the sensation, trying to stay as still as you can. The wax prolongs your body until it finally cools off. Too bad that until the wax he poured cools, he pours some more onto your nipple. That one really makes you jump and seeing you like that just makes him wanna continue even more. This goes on for so long, until you’re covered in hardened wax that he can just take off, so he has a clean canvas again.

“You look so pretty covered in this stuff, princess” he smiles. You slightly nod while looking into his eyes. “Keep going then, cover me in wax then cover me in your cum, won’t you?” Your words went to his pants rather than his ears, getting this burning determination to do exactly that.

When you’re covered in hot wax again and again, he finally puts it down to break your insides. He thrusts into you while grabbing onto your wax covered tits, the wax popping off from him grabbing so violently. He’d pound into you while you make out with him, trying so hard not to make much noise. He’d end up using you just like a toy, while you’re laying still with no way to move, he’d cum on you over and over, his first orgasm would be inside you, as he prefers filling you up rather than anything else. His greatest desire is breeding you multiple times, absolutely filling your pussy full just to make sure you know who owns it.

As his cum oozes out of you, he would push it back in with the tip of his cock, thrusting into you again, cum getting all over his dick and balls. You completely lose your mind at this point, having shaking orgasms every few minutes or so. After that, he ends up getting 2 more cumshots on you, his milky cum leaking all over your upper body.

“Fucking hell Heeseung, you’re damn good at this.” You pant. “Oh, am I? … Wanna do it again?” he says while grabbing your face.

박 제이 - Jay - rough sex, dacryphilia, spanking

Spanking must be one of Jay’s favorite things to do to you. He goes crazy when he got you lying down on his lap while he gets to slap your ass over and over again until it turns bright red. The way your skin jiggles under his palm is a sight he never forgets, focusing on your wet pussy shaking with each slap. Sometimes he’d stay there for a long time fondling your cheeks, or your favorite part, paying more attention to your pussy that’s waiting for some love too.

Not only that, but when he gets the occasion to fuck you rough, he can’t bring himself to stop. He’d have no mercy for your hole, even if you’re whining and crying. Beg for more, you get more. He loves pinning you down, loves showing his dominance over you. There’s just something about grabbing your wrists with one hand and keeping them above your head while he fucks you. He forces you to have eye contact with him, if you take your eyes away he will stop and turn you around to spank you over and over.

He loves seeing you cry from being overstimulated. Those tears rolling down your cheeks to your chin just make his head spin. “You look so fucking hot crying like that, love” he says, grabbing your chin with his hand.

“Please…slower I can’t take… it..” you cry out. He shushes you, continuing to fuck you just as hard. You really start sobbing, trying your best to look at him through it all. You love when you have softer sex together, when he kisses your body, cuddles you while giving you slow strokes.. but you also love this part of him so much. He’s so attractive on top of you doing all this, being so rough with you and instead of slow kisses, he shoves his tongue in your mouth like you’ll never kiss again.

“Crying cause you want more, hm? I’ll give you more sweetheart. You’re the cutest.” he says softly suddenly.

You can only hum, while your lips get pouty for him.

When he’s close to cumming he’d stop himself just to make you finish first. It really doesn’t take long until you’re a mess under him. After he’s satisfied with your pleads, he’ll pull out and cum all over your stomach, while your eyes are red and wet from your tears.

심 제이크 - Jake - praising, soft sex, body worship

Jake just cannot take his eyes off you. He considers you the most perfect person in this world, not only personality wise, but also when you’re under him with your legs spread, your body glistening under the moonlight. He loves your body like nobody else could.

He’d come up behind you when you’re dressing up just to grab your waist and kiss your shoulder. “Sweet girl, you look stunning today.” Normally you would just awkwardly smile at him but now you felt like he needed a better reaction. Give him exactly what he loves.

He slowly raises your legs up to have better access to thrust into you. He starts off slow for you, letting you adjust. He presses his hand down on your lower stomach letting you feel him even better inside you. He slightly moans feeling your dripping pussy around him, resisting the urge to let out even louder noises.

“Oh…you’re perfect... princess.” He picks his pace up a bit, still trying his best to make you feel good. You tilt your head while furrowing your eyebrows, while wrapping your legs around his neck getting so desperate now. “Please... fuck me harder jake. You’re thrusting into… me so... good…” you whine. He coos, keeping the pace he’s at while whispering praises at you.

“Such a good girl, you’re taking me so well” as his fat cock plunges in and out of you, driving you insane with each thrust. He succeeds in making you lose your mind with some vanilla sex. You can’t say this isn’t reassuring to you. He loves moments like these where he gets to fuck you in cute ways, no crazy stuff overall, just lots and lots of praising and appreciation for your body.

“Oh my— I’m gonna cum soon... please.” You say desperately. He’s happy to help, but one thing about jake no matter what is that he loves to tease you, he’ll keep you on the edge for a while, calling you all sorts of names. “Come on princess, you can do this” he says, while denying your orgasm a fourth time. When he finally lets you cum, he can’t stop smiling. You squirting all over him while leaving out the lewdest sounds is something he always hoped for. He turns feral when he gets close to his release, then he’s ready to pull his condom off his dick just to cum inside you, what a waste that was, right?

박 성훈 - Sunghoon - rough sex, degradation, blindfolding

The first time you and Sunghoon tried blindfolding it really stuck with him. The way he had so much trust in you to let you blindfold him and make him feel amazing. He loves degrading you, calling you the nastiest names he can come up with, though he loves getting degraded too. He also loves pinning you down and fucking you up while you can do nothing but leave sounds, dragging his cock in and out of you so rough it’ll make you grab the sheets with all your strength. This time was different though.

He’d lay down, hands tied above his head while the black laced blindfold was tied tightly around his eyes. While on top of him, you gently grab the base of his cock, slightly jerking it. You throw your head forward to spit on it, fisting his dick harder now. His full lips parted due to the pleasure, grasping his hands together tighter.

“Fucking bitch.” He groans, buckling his hips into your hand trying to get more. Your stomach twists in all ways to his words, making you stroke him harder and harder. He leans his head back, licking his lips at the sensation.

You start getting rougher with your strokes, even handling his balls with your other hand, squeezing and massaging them to the best of your ability. “How’s this love? Feel good?” you smile. He slightly nods, his hair bouncing a bit with his head movements. “Feels amazing...you’re such a slut... fuck...” he moans out. You stop stroking him to squeeze his tip a few times, whole shots of precum lingering down his length. You rub your index finger against the slit, his most sensitive part, the precum following your finger every time you pull away. His moans get so much louder, not being able to handle it anymore. You continue rubbing him until he cums, letting out so much at once from refraining himself to cum a few times. He cums all over your hand while his mouth makes the sweetest sounds. You wanted to edge him a little bit but seems like he couldn’t stop thrusting up into your hand, therefore he came too early for your liking. You pull away from his balls, grabbing onto the base of his hardened dick again keeping it in place, while slapping it with your other hand multiple times. He jumps a few times from your sudden action, but he doesn’t want you to stop either. He lets out “ah” ‘s every time you hit his cock, the pain making him want to cry.

“Did I tell you to cum? Smack. Did I give you permission... hm? Smack. You think you can do what you want? You can’t cum until I let you. Smack.”

He starts whining, something you’ve never seen him do before. His voice cracks with each smack, his tip getting redder than it usually is.

This would continue for hours, and when you both finally finished, while taking his blindfold off you noticed he started crying during it. Seeing him like that was so hot, and you both repeated it again when you got the chance.

김 선우 - Sunoo - hair pulling, being submissive, blowjobs

Sunoo can dominate you anytime you want, but one thing he loves is being submissive all for you. You also enjoy making him feel good, enforcing some rules for him to follow.

You haven’t done this in a while therefore you missed it. This time you just made him lay down on your bed, while taking his dick in your hand. You give him slow strokes while looking up to see his reaction. He slightly moans, grabbing your wrist but you smack his hand away. “No touching love, be a good boy and stay still.” He sighs, letting you do what you want.

You spit on his cock multiple times, really coating it and leaning in to take it in your mouth, hollowing your cheeks to suck him all off even better while he starts moaning. You can never go wrong with a sloppy blowjob; another thing that makes him go crazy. He lets you suck him off to your own pace, but he can’t resist not grabbing your hair during so.

Now on his third orgasm, he’s too overstimulated to talk. He starts begging for you stop but little does he know you’re not stopping until he cums a fourth time. He pulls even harder on your hair, the pain making it hard for you to continue, but you can feel him get closer, therefore you’re not stopping.. no matter how much you’re gagging on him right now. “Please…I can’t... p... pull away” he whines. You start humming, disagreeing with his statement. You succeed in making him finish again, he doesn’t cum as much as the first time but it’s all down your throat now. You finally pull away, panting to catch your breath again. His dick starts twitching, still whining while letting go of your hair.

“You’re so cute when you’re submissive” you smile at him. He gets a little red, grabbing your cheek to look at you clearly. “I love you...” he closes his eyes to rest a bit.

From then on you did it way more often than you could imagine.

양 정원 - Jungwon - toys, squirting, humiliation

One thing Jungwon loves is using a vibrator on you. He would stick it on your clit while fingering you with his other hand, seeing you fall apart on him. He would keep going until you ended up squirting all over him. You would both do this in the comfort of your own home, but he could only dream of putting a small vibrator in your panties before going out just to tease you the whole night.

He chose to rub it up and down on the highest setting while you struggled to talk, grabbing onto his bicep to make him slow down. He’s obviously stronger than you, so your attempt to fight back doesn’t even phase him. “Such a stupid whore, you think you can just get me to stop, huh?” he says. You plead him to stop, whining and crying while your thighs are shaking. He stops at your clit again, keeping it there putting more pressure as time goes on. “Please jungwon...slow i…it down I can’t..”

He slaps your mouth, continuing to keep that vibrator on you. “Stop complaining or I might tape your mouth.”

On your second orgasm, you crack. You can’t do it anymore, but at the same time you don’t want him to stop. You grab onto the sheets, closing your eyes tight. “Why are you so whiny when you wanted this? Sit still, should I tie you up instead?” he slaps your thigh. You shake your head “sorry…so...sorr-“ but your words get cut off by a moan, when Jungwon begins thrusting into you again, pulling out beforehand after your first orgasm. He loves destroying you like this, and despite your reactions you love it too. He wants to make you cum as many times he can.

He can’t stop degrading and humiliating you while doing so too, to call you so many names and get mad at you when you act in a way he doesn’t like. He knows how to make you feel so good, a bit too good. When he gets you like this you know it’s gonna be a longgg night.

He finally pulls out and turns the vibrator off when you squirt on him a third time. Even though he acted like this with you the whole time, he never fails to give you the best aftercare you’ve got.

[yuyu1024]

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