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BEYOND THE CLASSROOM ✦ P.SH

PAIRING. professor!sunghoon x fem!reader

GENRE. mdni, professor x student dynamics, college setting

WARNINGS. smut, unprotected sex (a big no), nicknames (slut, darling, princess, etc.), oral (both m! and f! rec.), backshots, mating press, riding, creampie, squirting, cum eating, spit play, snowballing, size kink, face fucking, groping, making out, clit biting, pussy slapping, clit pinching, oversensitivity, slight blue balls, slight boob kink (?), slight oral fixation, bulge kink, orgasm denial, manhandling, hoon is kind of manipulative, reader isn't naive; just a huge slut for hoon

WORD COUNT. 8k

A/N. this is specifically dedicated to @destinyhoon (a very late bday present?) don't read this unless you're haze or else I will come for your kneecaps /j also only the first 2k is plot, the rest is just pure, filthy smut.

You sighed. This was boring. The lecture was boring. The professor was boring. Everything was so fucking mundane and boring.

You unwrapped a lollipop, putting it in your mouth, swirling your tongue around its tip. You sucked your saliva off it, the sweet strawberry flavor invading your tastebuds, making you let out a contented hum.

You stared at your professor. He wasn’t very special, neither by looks, nor his teaching methods. Yet somehow, for some unknown reason, you felt drawn to him. There was something about him– something that you couldn’t pinpoint– that was special about him. Whenever you made eye contact with him, either of the following things happen:

You become breathless, your brain turned into mush, your senses dulled and heightened at the same time. Every inch of your being yearned for him, him and him. He left you completely intoxicated with just one fleeting glance.

Or, you would feel like you were slowly losing your mind.

You would want nothing more than him to bend you over on that desk of his, fucking you full of his cum, till it was flowing out of you like a waterfall. You needed him to stuff you full with his cock, whether it was your mouth, your pussy or even your ass– you wanted him. Needed him.

Some would say you were obsessed with him. Others would say you’re just down bad.

You didn’t know which one was more correct, nor did you care enough to find out. All you did know was that you wanted to have him. You had to have him.

It was the last lecture of the day, which also happened to be Professor Park’s lecture, your favourite professor. Unfortunately, your mood was usually never good around the end of the day, causing you to be excessively snappy. You couldn’t help it, wanting nothing more than to go back to your dorm and sleep for the rest of the day.

You unwrapped another lollipop, sucking on it. You happened to sit on the first row this time, wanting to be able to stare at your favorite professor without any difficulties or interruptions.

Sunghoon on the other hand, wanted nothing more than to rip that lollipop out of your hands.

He hated you.

Hated the way you sucked on that damned lollipop all the time. Hated the way you were the only person who never missed a single lecture of his. Hated the way you always wore the most provocative of clothes. Hated the way every guy always stares at your pretty legs that were always on display. Hated how his own eyes never seemed to stray away from your exposed cleavage. Hated the way he felt jealous whenever a guy asked you out.

Why were they asking you out? They could have any girl they want, so why you?

Why did he feel jealous whenever you looked at a guy other than him? Why did his blood always boil when you smiled at another guy? Why did the jealousy surge through his veins so excruciatingly, a burning rage simmering in his head?

Why?

Most of all, why did he care so much about you? You were just another student after all.

But he knew why. You weren't just another student. You were an extremely annoying one.

You see, you were quite– distracting to him. At the beginning, he thought the sound of you sucking on a lollipop during his lectures was immensely annoying.

Now?

Now he thinks you’re even more distracting than before. The way you sucked on your lollipop? He was curious about what else you could do with that pretty little mouth of yours.

“Miss L/n, please follow me to my office.”

You froze in the middle of your path. Did you hear that right? Did Professor Park really just ask you to follow him to his office? Just as you were about to leave the lecture hall?

You slowly turned around, making eye contact with him, resisting the urge to rub your thighs together. His gaze was making your stomach do flips, and you probably wouldn't be able to control yourself for much longer if he kept staring at you like that–

His gaze traveled downwards, resting on your cleavage and exposed legs for a moment too long, before he cleared his throat. Without another word, he turned around, walking towards the side of the hall, to the door.

You made haste, quickly going down the stairs and following him, trying to keep up with his fast strides. It almost seemed like he was in a hurry, making no effort to slow down for you to catch up. You tried your best to follow him as fast as you could– or rather as fast as your heels would allow you to.

He went past the shared staff room, walking towards his own private office. He quickly opened the door, going inside, not bothering to close it since you were coming behind him. He went to his desk, going around it, sitting down on his chair. “Please close the door once you're inside.”

You stepped inside, closing the door as per his request. Before you could step towards him, he spoke again, his words catching you off-guard.

“Lock the door and take a seat.”

You opened your mouth to speak, before closing it again, his request having rendered you speechless. Since when did a talk with your professor have to be behind closed doors?

Nevertheless, you followed his instructions, closing the door behind you, before going towards his desk, taking a seat in front of him. Your professor didn’t look at you, too busy rummaging for something in his desk drawer. He seemed to have finally found what he was looking for, pulling out a sheet of paper and placing it in front of you. He leaned back on his desk, locking eyes with you, staring straight into your eyes. “Do you know what this is, Miss L/n?”

You gulped, feeling heat creep up on your neck from embarrassment. “Yes.”

Your professor cocked a brow at you. “‘Yes’ what?”

You looked down, avoiding eye contact, speaking in a smaller voice. “Yes sir.”

His eyes followed your gaze, before traveling downwards, shamelessly burning holes into your cleavage. It’s your fault for wearing such revealing clothes after all. Isn’t this why you always wore these types of clothes? So that he could stare as much as he wants?

“Look at me when I’m speaking with you.”

His tone made your stomach flip. Since when did his voice sound so– hot? Why was it making you feel hot?

You slowly raised your head, looking straight at him once again, making him resist the urge to smirk. You looked so fucking cute and innocent like this– but he knew better than that.

You were no innocent little lamb that could be preyed upon easily.

But even the most vicious of predators can be preyed on if the cards are played correctly.

He tilted his head slightly to the side. “What is this sheet Miss L/n?”

You were definitely ovulating. Why else would every single action of his turn you on this much?

You bit down on your bottom lip, discreetly trying to shift on the chair, rubbing your naked thighs together. “It– It’s a record of my performance for this entire year, sir.”

“Mhm. And what exactly does it suggest?”

You gulped. His condescending tone sending tingles of need straight to your core, leaving your pussy throbbing and aching, needing attention immediately. You once again shifted on your chair, subtly trying to rub your thighs together again. “I– It suggests that– that I haven’t been doing well?”

He had, of course, immediately caught onto how you were rubbing your thighs together both times you did it. Your professor leaned forward on the desk, his eyes not once breaking the intense eye-contact that you both held. “And what would that suggest?”

You bit down on your lip again, harder this time, trying your best to stifle a moan. It was crazy how much he was turning you on with simply his voice. It was getting increasingly difficult for you to speak. “It– It would suggest that– that– that I need to do– better?”

He clicked his tongue, his brows creasing in slight annoyance. “You are aware that your finals are in less than a month, yes? Even if you– by some miracle– score extremely well in it, your previous grades– which are absolutely pathetic, may I add– would not allow you to move onto your third year. You will most definitely have to repeat your second year, which would definitely not look good on your resume.”

Your eyes widened, your hornyness having been momentarily forgotten. You knew your academic condition was bad, but you had no idea it was this bad. “I– Is there any way to– to fix that?”

Sunghoon had to hide a smirk at your words. Finally, finally you were falling right into his trap. He leaned back on his chair, not breaking his eye contact with you, or letting his face betray his true thoughts. “There might be a way.”

You sat up straighter, staring at him with a hopeful glint in your eyes. “What is it, sir? I promise to do anything to get grades up.”

His eyes flickered down to your cleavage, the movement of his eyes so fast you almost thought you imagined it. “Don’t be so rash in promising things, Miss L/n. ‘Anything’ is a lot to promise. It can be– taken advantage of quite easily.”

“But I mean it sir. I would do anything to fix my grades.”

He almost broke character right then and there. God, you may not be innocent, but you were so fucking naive. So easy to manipulate. “I could increase your previous grades.”

Your eyes widened in surprise. “You would do that?”

He leaned in front again, staring straight into your eyes. “I would.”

You almost let out a delighted squeal, managing to suppress it just in time. “Thank you sir– that would be very helpful– and extremely appreciated.”

His lips held the ghost of a smirk. “Now now, don’t get ahead of yourself. Everything has a price.”

Your excitement dimmed a little, your mental dance coming to a halt. Of course there was a catch. There always was. His offer seemed a little too good to be true anyway. “Of course sir. Anything.”

He let out a small hum. “Anything you say…? You realize that is a very risky thing to promise?”

You bit down on your lip. Truth to be told, you were well aware of what you were offering to the plate by promising ‘anything’. And you don’t regret it one bit.

In fact, you hope that he takes advantage of your promise. Judging by the tone of his voice, he planned to do just that.

He finally allowed a full on smirk to break through his lips, tilting his head slightly to the side. He shamelessly let his gaze travel to your cleavage, not even bothering to hide the fact that he was looking at it, letting you know exactly what he planned to get as payment for increasing your grades. “Then you know what to do, don’t you? Or are you so dumb that you can’t even understand what you’re supposed to do now?”

Fuck, your panties were drenched from how much slick was oozing out of you, your panties sticking uncomfortably to your folds. You shifted on the chair slightly, rubbing your naked thighs together. You stuttered out a response. “I– I don’t– don’t know what to do now–”

He let out an amused scoff, rolling his eyes, leaning back on his chair. “For starters, you could get up from that chair instead of continuously rubbing your cute little thighs all the time, and come around the desk, in front of me.”

Heat crept up on your neck and face, causing you to feel even hotter, the overwhelming heat doing nothing to suppress the desire to be filled up in you, your pussy throbbing desperately, causing more slick to ooze out of you, seeping into your already soaked panties. You slowly got up, going around the desk, standing to his side.

Your professor turned his chair, so that you were right in front of him. “On your knees, darling.”

The sudden nickname surprised you, doing nothing to deter the slick from oozing out of you, only increasing its amount. You slowly sank down to your knees in front of him, maintaining eye contact with him for the entire time.

Your professor looked at you with a tantalizing smirk. “Take my pants off. Slowly.”

Your hands trembled slightly as they reached up, gripping his waistband. You popped open the button on it, pulling down the zipper. You slowly pulled his pants down, along with his boxers, him lifting his hips up slightly to help you out.

As soon as his pants were off, his cock sprang out, big and veiny, slapping on his stomach, smearing some precum on his shirt. His mushroom tip was an angry red, leaking a generous amount of precum. You held it in both of your hands, your tiny hands barely wrapping around his huge girth. You slowly stroked his length, putting pressure on the underside of his cock, where a large vein ran by. He threw his head back, his eyes rolling into his head, a loud groan leaving his mouth.

Encouraged by his reaction, you sped up the movement of your hands, using his precum as lube, spreading it all over his cock. He bit down on his bottom lip to stifle any further sounds, before letting out a low growl. “Stop.”

You froze, stopping immediately, letting go of his cock. His chest heaved slightly as he tried to catch his breath, his hooded eyes staring straight at you. His gaze and the way his chest heaved up and down with his mouth slightly parted caused even more slick to seep out of you, drenching your thighs.

He leaned forward, before grabbing his cock in one hand, fisting your hair in the other. He gripped your hair firmly, yanking on it slightly. He brought his cock in front of your mouth, tapping it on your lips. He smeared the precum on it, reveling in the cute little moan that slipped past your mouth at his actions. Your lips looked glossy from his precum, making him want to kiss your cute little pout. He slapped your cheek with his cock, the precum smearing across your cheek, making you look even hotter than before. “Look at me.”

You lifted your gaze towards him, and he swore he almost came right then and there. Your eyes were hooded, your precum smeared cheeks and lips making you look like a goddess. God, he could stare at you forever and never get tired, you looked that gorgeous.

He quickly took his phone out, snapping a picture of your pretty little face, before pocketing it again. He tapped his cock on your slightly parted lips. “Open.”

Like an obedient little slut, you opened your mouth, allowing him to slip his cock inside, groaning at how warm and wet your mouth was. Your mouth felt almost as good as a pussy, increasing his need to fuck your mouth like one. But he needed to feel you suck him off. He knew you would be good at it. All those lollipops you sucked in class definitely insinuated that you knew how to suck cock– properly at that. “Get to work, princess. Don’t keep me waiting.”

You traced the underside of his cock with your tongue, drawing out a groan from him. He pulled your hair slightly in warning, silently warning you to not tease him. You obeyed, hollowing out your cheeks, bobbing your head up and down, sucking him off– just like a lollipop.

His reaction was instant. His body lurched forward with a loud groan, fisting your hair tightly, his hips bucking up into your mouth, almost unconsciously. Your hands quickly found purchase on his thighs, your nails digging into the flesh of his thighs, your throat gagging around his length. There was a visible bulge on your throat from his cock, one that had not come to his attention yet.

With a new found determination to please him, you sucked him off harder, furiously bobbing your head up and down on him, relaxing your jaw and forcing yourself to take him even deeper.

He hissed through his teeth, his hand pushing your head down on him, trying to make you take him completely. “Fuck, princess c’mon– I know you can take more, fuck–”

You were finding it difficult to breathe, feeling light headed. With your nails digging almost painfully into his thighs, you forced yourself to take him even deeper, choked sounds emerging from your throat, the sounds bringing him closer and closer to ecstasy. He bucked his hips into your mouth, no longer holding back from fucking your face. He thrusted into your mouth at a fast pace, determined to empty his load inside your wet cavern.

You no longer tried to suck him off by yourself anymore, letting him use you as he pleased. You focused on breathing through your nose, his thick girth stretching out your mouth and throat impossibly wide. In your light headed haze, you wondered if this was really happening, was your favorite professor really face fucking you?

You had no time to wonder, not when your professor suddenly grabbed your throat, squeezing it tightly, right where it was bulging. You choked at the unexpected pressure, your throat tightening around his cock, triggering his orgasm.

With a loud, guttural groan, he spilled his load inside your mouth, hot ropes of cum shooting down your throat, causing you to gag. He quickly closed your mouth. “Don’t you fucking dare spit anything out, or swallow it–”

You tried your best to do as he said, trying to stop your choking. As soon as he sensed that you weren’t gagging anymore, he smashed his lips on yours.

The kiss was messy, extremely fucking messy. His lips moved against yours sloppily, spit and drool falling past both of your lips, dripping down your chins. He shoved his tongue inside your mouth, swirling around your own, tasting his own cum, moaning at the taste. He tilted his head deeper, trying to shove his tongue inside impossibly deeper, a mixture of cum and saliva dripping past your mouths.

It was only when he physically couldn’t breathe anymore did he part from your lips, resting his forehead on yours, breathing heavily. Both of your chests were heaving up and down, trying to catch your breath, remnants of his cum in both of your mouths.

He traced your bottom lip with his thumb, before pressing down on it. Your eyes locked with his, as he pressed down harder, his middle finger pressing down on the hinge of your jaw, forcing your mouth to open. He pushed his thumb inside, pressing down on your tongue, watching the saliva gather on it as your body’s reaction. Your saliva dripped past his thumb, down onto your chin, but he still didn’t stop pressing his thumb down on your tongue.

He leaned forward, licking down the spit from your chin, before lifting his head, locking eyes with you. He took his thumb out of your mouth, before speaking. “Open.”

Like an obedient little pup, you opened your mouth, your tongue lolling out. He smirked at the sight of your blown out pupils, the expression on your face nothing short of desperate. He gathered a wad of spit in his mouth, using his tongue, before spitting it on your own. “Swallow.”

You closed your mouth, swallowing like an obedient whore, a tiny moan slipping past your lips at the taste. He bit his lip at the sound, before speaking again. “Up.”

On shaky legs, you stood up, waiting for his next instruction. “Sit on the desk.”

You went to the desk, having to jump up slightly to get on top of it. As soon as you sat on it, he got up from the chair, coming in front of you. He grabbed your jaw tightly in one hand, before smashing his lips on yours. His tongue immediately prodded at your entrance, eager to explore your wet cavern once again.

You parted your lips, your hands holding onto the edge of the desk for support. His hand pushed your thighs apart, standing in between them, tilting his head to kiss you deeper, practically devouring your lips. You let a moan slip out, which he gladly swallowed, his hand sliding on your waist, pressing you to his chest. Both of your tongues desperately engaged in a fierce battle of domination, a battle that he easily won. Your hands found purchase on his shoulders, your nails practically digging into his skin, as you deepened the kiss, a small glob of spit drooling past your lips.

Both of his hands came to rest on your exposed waist, his thumbs kneading the naked skin there. They slid up, under your top, exploring your body. His actions caused even more moans to slip past your lips, sounds which he gladly swallowed. He finally broke the kiss, hurriedly sliding your top off, you raising your hands to help him out, before resuming the kiss. By now, there was spit and drool all over your chins, the kiss being extremely messy. But neither of you seemed to care.

Without breaking the kiss, his hands moved behind your back, fiddling with the hook of your bra, before deftly unhooking it. As soon as your bra was off, his hands grabbed both of your boobs, fondling them. You let out a small moan, your hands fisting the bottom of his shirt tightly.

His thumbs swirled around your nipples, which hardened under his touch, before twisting and pinching them, eliciting a whimper out of you. He broke the kiss again, only to lower his head to your hardened nipple. He swirled his tongue around it, your broken moans and whimpers sounding like music to his ears.

He sucked on it, his other hand groping and playing with your other boob. He lightly grazed your nipple with his teeth, a high pitched whimper leaving you. He pinched your other nipple, before finally letting go of both your tits, his mouth leaving it with a wet popping sound, which echoed throughout the office.

Your hands moved upwards, fiddling with the buttons on his shirt, trying to pop them open, failing miserably in your haste. He chuckled at your desperation, before helping you out, taking off his shirt. Your eyes raked over his entire naked glory, before your hands went to the back of his neck, pulling him back into a kiss.

He gladly reciprocated it, his hands moving to your jeans shorts, expertly popping open the button. He quickly slid down the zipper, before sliding your shorts off, with you lifting your legs slightly to help him. He broke the kiss, his hand cupping your pussy through the thin material of your drenched panties. “So wet for me already? Pathetic.”

You let out a whine, your hips bucking into his hand, trying to gain pressure on it. He smirked, before grabbing your jaw with one hand, pushing you down on the desk, causing you to let out a sharp gasp. He dropped down to his knees in front of the desk, between your legs, before grabbing your thighs. He pulled you so that your covered core was right in front of his face, before bringing his face down to inhale your scent.

He groaned against your heat, the sound reverberating through your core, causing a shiver to run through you. Without warning, he suddenly nuzzled his face into your drenched panties, which were already sticking to your folds, almost uncomfortably so. He let out a moan, the scent of your arousal taking over his brain, causing blood to start rushing to his cock again. He pressed his nose almost impossibly deep into your drenched panties, dragging it upwards with a groan, causing choked gasps and whimpers to escape you. Your chest was heaving up and down, trying to get used to the immense pleasure that you were receiving. His nose occasionally bumped on your clit, causing you to let out mewls, which sounded like music to his ears.

He suddenly stuck his tongue out, desperate to taste you, shoving it through your panties. Your entire body jolted from the sensation, a loud ‘fuck!’ leaving your mouth. He started lapping at your cunt through your panties, small hums and moans leaving him, every time he tasted your sweet slick. The sensation of his tongue on you through your panties was starting to overwhelm you, causing you to try and close your legs, small whimpers leaving you.

He was obviously having none of that, causing him to use both hands to push your thighs apart again, his tongue desperately lapping up your slick stained panties. After a while, he started becoming impatient, his need to taste you completely being the only thought in his lust filled brain. He detached his lips from your bottom ones momentarily, bringing one hand to your soaked panties, before ripping it off.

You let out a shocked gasp as the sound of ripping cotton filled the room, the cold air of the room hitting your now bare pussy, causing you to clench around nothing. His eyes darkened at the sight, as he immediately latched his lips on your bare pussy again. He let out a groan, slurping up your slick like a starved man, his fingers bruising your thighs from how tightly he was gripping them.

His nose bumped against your clit, causing a shiver to run through your entire body, a moan slipping out of you. He immediately switched his attention to your clit, swirling his tongue around it, before sucking on it. Your reaction was immediate, a choked gasp leaving you, your back arching, pushing your pussy right into his face– not that he minded.

Your hand reached down to grab his hair, tangling in it. He let out a groan, his lips momentarily detaching from your clit, pushing his head towards your hand slightly, indicating you to pull on his hair. Understanding his signal, you pulled on his hair, causing him to let out a moan, before he dived back into your pussy. He nipped at your clit slightly, feeling a jolt go through you, your grip on his hair tightening. Your reaction caused him to bite your clit harder, causing you to almost scream. “Fuck!– sir please– please, fuck–”

He sucked on your clit again, not really sorry for his previous actions, but still trying to soothe your pain. He gave your clit one last lick, before moving back to your slit, his tongue moving in an ‘up down’ motion, collecting your slick. Once he was satisfied, he detached his lips from your slit, gathering a wad of saliva mixed with your slick in his mouth. He then spit the mixture on your slit, causing you to jolt, a choked gasp leaving you, along with a string of curses. He used his tongue to spread the mixture over your slit, his tongue jutting further inside your pussy, dragging across your gummy walls. You cried out, your hips bucking against his face. He held your hips down with both hands, eating you out like a starved man who hadn’t had a meal in a very, long time.

He once again switched his attention to your clit, sucking on it, one hand coming down to caress your slit, before landing a harsh slap on it. You jolted, crying out in pain, the sound of the slap echoing through the room. He caressed your pussy again to soothe the pain, having never once stopped sucking your clit. His middle and ring finger ran up and down your slit, collecting your slick, before sliding inside your hole without a warning. Before you could even gasp, his fingers picked up a fast pace inside you, dragging across your walls, hitting all the right spots.

His fingers were long and slender, allowing him to reach deep, in no time hitting the spongy part of your insides, causing a shiver to run through you. He smirked lightly, sucking even harder on your clit, eliciting a tiny whimper from you. He increased the pace of his fingers, curling them up every time to hit your spot, your gasps and moans echoing throughout the room.

Your slick was starting to drip down his hand, onto the floor, the more he thrusted his fingers into you. He didn’t seem to care about it in the slightest, thrusting his fingers inside you at an even faster pace. Squelching sounds emerged from where his fingers thrusted into you relentlessly, causing your body to flush even more from embarrassment, your whimpers becoming more high pitched. He did not relent, continuing his actions.

He sucked on your clit harder, alternating between flicking it with his tongue and flattening his tongue over it. Your whimpers reached a fever pitch, your grip on his hair tightening. He groaned against your pussy, a sound that reverberated throughout your core, causing you to clench around his fingers. He thrust his fingers even deeper inside her, curling them up to jab them into her g-spot, before rubbing against it. His actions elicited loud screams of pain mixed with pleasure from you, your hand pulling on his hair desperately.

He only increased his pace, his fingers rubbing at your spot at an almost animalistic pace. He nipped at your clit every once in a while, before continuing to suck on it harshly. His dizzying actions and pace triggered your orgasm, causing you to clench around his fingers tightly. Your back arched, eyes rolling back into the back of your head, mouth hanging open in a silent scream as you came around his fingers, drenching them in your essence.

He finally stopped abusing your now sensitive cunt with his fingers, pulling them out. He quickly shoved them inside his mouth, tasting you, humming at the taste. He once again attached his lips to your sensitive slit, sucking off all your cum, moaning into your pussy at the taste. He kept on drinking down your essence till your whimpers became louder, your hand gripping his hair tightly, trying your damn hardest to pull him away from your sensitive pussy.

He finally pulled away, the lower half of his face drenched in your juices, his lips shining, covered in a glossy sheen of your cum. He used the back of his hand to remove it, before standing up. By now his cock was rock hard again, standing proud and tall against his stomach, the tip an angry red, beads of precum forming on it.

He looked at your face, his eyes darkening even more at the sight of your fucked out expression, his mind clouding from the haze of lust. Your pupils were blown out, entire body flushed, covered in a sheen of sweat. Your mouth was parted open, chest heaving up and down as you tried to catch your breath. His tongue jutted out, gliding over his bottom lip, coating it in his saliva. His eyes raked all over your body, drinking in the image, trying to memorize every single detail of it. His neglected cock twitched, more precum dribbling out of the tip.

His patience finally snapped, before he wrapped his hand around your waist, pulling you up. He smashed his lips onto yours, with you immediately reciprocating it. His hands gripped your hips tightly, tight enough to make it bruise, tiny whimpers escaping you at the pressure. He took the chance and slipped his tongue inside your mouth, eager to explore your wet cavern. His thumbs kneaded on the flesh on your waist, trying his best to keep his urges under control. He was lost in the taste of your lips, trying desperately to stop himself from pounding into you right then and there. He was trying to give you a slight break, neglecting his own desires, to make sure you don't pass out on him.

After a while, devouring your face was simply not enough for him. His poor cock was twitching desperately, even more precum dribbling out of it. His balls were starting to turn blue, causing him physical pain. Unable to control his desires anymore, he tore his mouth off yours with a groan, before staring into your eyes, his gaze darker than ever. You stared at him with wide, desperate eyes, wanting– no, needing to be filled up. And filling you up was exactly what he was going to do.

He pulled you by your thighs, forcing you to wrap your legs around his waist– his hard length pressing insistently on your slick folds, eliciting moans out of the two of you. He wrapped one hand around your waist, the other one your hips, before lifting you off the desk, carrying you towards the chair. He sat down on the chair, making you hover on top of his cock, the tip of which occasionally bumping against your clit.

You whimpered at the feeling, causing him to bite his lip to prevent his own noises from escaping. He watched your facial expressions with darkened eyes, his mind fogged up in a cloud of lust. He grabbed the base of his cock tightly, using sheer willpower to not cum right then and there– before rubbing his mushroom tip on your folds, which were already glistening from your slick. He smeared his precum all over your folds, strings of your own arousal clinging to his tip. You let out loud whimpers at the sensation, your nails digging into his shoulders, threatening to break skin.

He did not relent, dragging his cock over your slit, his tip completely buried into your folds by now. Your whimpers had reached a sky high pitch by now, your eyes screwed tightly in pleasure, controlling yourself from slamming your hips on his, to bury his cock inside your throbbing pussy– not like you could, given the tight grip he had on your waist and hips– his grip tight enough to leave bruises.

He dragged his cockhead to your clit, your breath hitching at the contact. This earned a displeased squeeze on your hips from him, wanting to hear your pretty little moans. He tapped your clit with his tip, your surprised gasp echoing in the room. Pleased by the reaction that he had elicited from you, he continued to tap your clit using his tip, your choked whines and gasps making it harder and harder for him to maintain self control.

He gave a particularly harsh slap to your clit with his tip, your slick having started to drip down his length, onto his balls. You let out a loud whine, your nails digging into his shoulders, almost drawing blood. You had enough of his relentless teasing, causing you to try and move your hips to sit down on his length. He held your hips tightly, preventing you from sitting down on his cock, before pinching your clit, earning a loud gasp from you. “Desperate little slut, can't even wait for a while to get filled up. Was me eating you out not enough? Do you need to be filled up by my cock that badly?”

You let out a loud whine, squirming in his grasp. “P-Please– I can't– I need it so bad–”

He let out an almost sinister chuckle. “Is that so? You need it? You're going to have to be patient for that darling, only good girls get what they want.”

You let out a tiny whimper, tears of frustration forming in your eyes. “P-Please–”

“‘Please’ what, princess?”

“P-Please fuck me?”

“Wrong. Try again.”

“Please, sir? Please fuck me?”

He allowed a smirk to break through. “That's a good girl.”

He gripped your hips tightly in one hand, holding the base of his cock in the other, aligning it with your entrance, before slowly starting to push you down on him. You let out a loud gasp when you started to sink down on him, his mushroom tip itself stretching you out. He certainly had more girth than all the guys you had hooked up with till date, and was longer than them too. You let out a slight whimper at how much he was stretching you out already, when not even half of his length was inside you yet. You dug your nails into his shoulders from the pain, causing him to let out a small groan at the feeling, your nails breaking skin and drawing out beads of blood. “S-Sir please– too much–”

He gripped your hips tighter, his grip sure to leave bruises. “Weren’t you just begging me to fuck you? What happened to the desperate whore from two minutes ago?”

You tried to squirm a little, his tight grip preventing you from doing so. “P-Please sir– it hurts–”

He let out an almost amused scoff, cutting you off. “‘Hurts?’ Then I should make sure it hurts a little more, shouldn’t I? I’m sure you can take it, can’t you?”

Before you could reply, he gave your hips a tight squeeze, before forcefully pushing you down on his length, ignoring your gasps and tiny whimpers of pain. You swore he filled you up to the brim, but he somehow kept pushing you down, before finally bottoming out. He let out a slight groan, feeling your pussy clench down on him almost painfully, your walls hugging him tightly, as if trying to push him out– but he wasn’t going anywhere.

He shifted on his weight slightly, adjusting his position on the chair, the movement making you gasp, him somehow having fit another non existent inch inside you. He lifted you by your hips slightly, before slamming you back down on his length, causing you to almost lurch over, had it not been for your tight grip on his shoulders. He lightly tapped your hip, encouraging you to move on your own. Had it not been for the obnoxious amount of slick oozing out of you, you probably wouldn’t even have been able to sink down on him, much less rock your hips on his.

Cautiously, you lifted your hips slightly, before sinking back down. Your slow movements allowed both of you to feel his cock dragging across your walls with ease, the feeling igniting a fire in your stomach. It caused more slick to ooze out of you, a sticky mess of your juices forming on his abdomen. Each drag of his cock against your walls caused more slick to ooze out of you, the pain from the initial stretch starting to fade into pleasure. Instead of pained whimpers, pleasured mewls started to leave you, your hips bouncing on his length faster.

He was still gripping your hips tightly, but making no effort to help you move, too concentrated on trying not to make a sound. His eyes were screwed shut in pleasure, small grunts leaving him every time your pussy clenched down on him tightly. You whimpered, rocking your hips on his harder, your slick making loud squelching sounds, filling up the room. He opened his eyes with difficulty, immediately met with the sight of your tits bouncing right in his face, causing him to groan. He leaned forward, taking your nipple in his mouth, swirling his tongue around it, before sucking on it. You let out a particularly high pitched moan, encouraging him in his actions. He sucked harder, before switching his attention to your other nipple, sucking on it as well. He let go of your nipple with a ‘pop’, the sound echoing loudly in the room, amidst the sounds of your moans and the squelching sounds from where both of you were connected.

He looked down, his eyes widening slightly, his cock growing impossibly harder inside you, causing you to gasp, clenching down on him even harder. Your stomach had a bulge in it, disappearing and reappearing every time his cock slipped back inside you. He bit down on his lip, his eyes darkening at the sight. He lifted his hand from where it was on your hip, before pressing down on the bulge. You let out a loud gasp at the feeling, your eyes widening, your hips stilling for a moment, his cock buried deep inside you.

You looked down, noticing him pressing on the bulge on your stomach. Your pussy clenched around him even harder, moans and mewls spilling from your mouth, chanting his name desperately. He let go of your stomach, his hand going back to its place on your hips, allowing you to move freely again. You immediately started to move again, your hips rocking on his at an extremely fast pace. Each drag of his cock on your walls sent a jolt of pleasure through you, causing you to throw your head back, not once stopping the movement of your hips or even slowing down.

He took his hand off your hip again, this time putting it on your clit, rubbing it harshly. You let out a sharp gasp, a loud moan ripping through your throat. He kept rubbing at your clit harshly, bringing you closer and closer to the edge. Your vision started to get covered in dark spots, the band in your stomach tightening uncomfortably. He flicked your clit, before rubbing it at an even faster pace, thrusting his hips up into yours slightly.

Just as the band in your stomach was about to snap, he suddenly snatched his hand away from your clit, before lifting you off his length. You gasped, a loud whimper leaving you at the sudden empty feeling, your pussy clenching around nothing, the intense pleasure that had built up in your stomach now fading away. He lifted you up in his arms, taking you to the desk, before bending you over it. You gripped the edge of the desk slightly, bracing yourself. He leaned down to your ear, his hands gripping your waist tightly. “Think you deserve to cum so easily? After all the times you paid no attention in class, in spite of burning holes into me with your stares? You’re gonna have to work harder than that, doll.”

Before you could utter a word, he had already buried himself in your walls again, your pussy hugging his cock tightly. He bottomed out almost immediately, the feeling of your walls pulsing around him sending shockwaves of pleasure through him. He pulled out almost completely, leaving only his tip inside, before slamming himself back inside, burying his cock to the hilt inside your pussy. You let out a loud gasp, your back arching at the feeling. He gave you no time to adjust, almost immediately starting to pound into you at an extremely dizzying pace, his mushroom tip kissing your cervix every time, almost piercing through your womb.

He slammed his length inside you over and over again, your high pitched moans and whimpers echoing throughout the room, your slick gushing out of you in obnoxiously large amounts from where the two of you were connected. Your slick was dripping down your thighs and his abdomen, creating a huge puddle of slick on the table and under it. Neither of you seemed to notice that, too engrossed in the pleasure. He slammed his hips into yours even faster, the sweaty skins slapping together echoing loudly in his ears. His balls smacked into your clit with every thrust, further stimulating you.

You gripped the edge of the desk even harder, your nails digging into the wood. His grip on your waist tightened as he picked up his pace, one hand slipping down to your clit to further stimulate you, causing a jolt of pleasure to run through you. You trembled under him, your hands shaking. He did not relent, dragging his cock across your walls even more deliberately, making you feel every ridge and vein on his cock even more precisely.

You could feel the band in your stomach tighten, your moans and whimpers growing even more high in pitch, signaling impending release. He increased the pace of his fingers, rubbing your clit even more harshly than before. Just as the coil in your stomach was starting to unravel, he pulled his pulsing cock out, covered in your juices, causing you to let out a loud whine of frustration at the loss of the orgasm.

Before you could whine about it, he turned you on your back, lifting you on top of the desk. He pushed you to make you lie down on your back, before grabbing you by the thighs, pushing them apart to stand in between them. He threw both of your legs over his shoulder, before pushing himself inside you again, your warm and wet heat welcoming him again. You whined, squirming slightly from the oversensitiveness. He held your waist tightly to stop you from squirming, before pushing his hips into yours even further. His mushroom tip slammed into your cervix, causing a loud moan to rip through your throat. He started to move again, immediately pounding into you, giving you no time to adjust. Your moans and whimpers had turned into high pitched screams of pleasure mixed with pain, your body extremely sensitive from the previous denied orgasms. He did not relent, slamming his hips into yours over and over again, the fast pace leaving you breathless.

You could feel your sanity start to slowly ebb away, leaving your mind empty, the feeling of overwhelming pleasure clouding your brain. He neatly folded your body in half, increasing his pace. His hand slipped down to your clit yet again, a high pitched scream ripping through you, feeling sensitive. He didn't seem to care, rubbing your little bundle of nerves even harsher than before.

Every slam of his hips drove his cock into your cervix, hitting the spongy part with an almost terrifying precision. The combined effort of his mushroom tip slamming into your g-spot, his fingers rubbing your hardened nub and your sensitivity caused your orgasm to approach much faster than before, the band in your stomach tightening almost painfully. Your screams increased in both volume and pitch, letting him know of your incoming orgasm. He sped up the pace of his hips, his mushroom tip slamming into your g-spot everytime.

The band in your stomach finally snapped, white hot pleasure coursing through your veins, your eyes rolling back, back arching. Your vision went almost completely black, before it all faded to normal. Feeling your pussy still hurting, your daze was broken. You looked at it and realized with widened eyes that you had squirted. His entire abdomen was covered in a white, sticky spray of your essence. He hadn't once stopped moving when you were squirming. He slammed his hips into yours at an even faster pace, chasing the pleasure. It wasn't long before your oversensitive pussy clenched around him again, causing him to slam his hips into yours, burying himself to the hilt. He shot ropes of warm cum inside you, load after load. He came so much that it started to drip past his length, the sticky mixture of your releases pooling down on the floor.

He finally pulled out, both of your bodies covered in a thin sheen of sweat, chests heaving from the exertion. You tried to sit up on the desk, causing him to immediately push you down with a hand on your chest. “Not so fast princess. We have only just begun.”

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yuvany · 1 month

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#LIPSTICK STAINS 𝜗𝜚

Kissing Enhypen, and leaving a stain ...° • ot7 x fmr . . w.c : 680 . fluff + est relationship + kisses && not proofread !!

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𝐋𝐄𝐄 𝐇𝐄𝐄𝐒𝐄𝐔𝐍𝐆 "Where's my goodbye, babe?" He held his arms out, awaiting a kiss from you before going to work. With a sigh, you leaned forward on your toes and pressed your lips against his cheek softly. When you pulled away, you spotted a faint pink mark, and quickly tried to clean it, but Heesung was faster and stopped you from doing so. "You got lipstick on you, Hee." You pointed out. "I don't mind, this just means you'll be with me even at work."

𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐊 𝐉𝐎𝐍𝐆𝐒𝐄𝐎𝐍𝐆 The smell of steak being cooked in the kitchen managed to find its way to your nostrils. You got out of your seat and sneaked into the kitchen, and observed your surroundings, seeing Jay sitting in front of the oven, totally distracted. Seeing his hard work, you decided to help him by plating the table. At the sound of plates and utensils, he asked you, "Baby, what are you doing?" You replied, "Just wanting to help the chef.", and placed a kiss by the corner of his lips.

𝐒𝐈𝐌 𝐉𝐀𝐄𝐘𝐔𝐍 At first, Jake didn't see the stain on his jaw and continued to walk around the park with your hand in his. Every time you attemptedto wipe it away, Jake would intertwine your fingers and spin you around. You didn't seem to mind, but as more and more people glanced over at you two, you decided to tell him, "Jake, you have a lipstick stain on you." "What? Where?!" Jake panics and starts touching his face immediately. "If only you let me do it before." You exhale a chuckle, and wipe it away with your thumb.

𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐊 𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐆𝐇𝐎𝐎𝐍 was at the ice rink with you, helping you skate, his hands steadily holding yours. "Hoon, I'm tired." You complained, you felt like your knees where gonna give up on you at any moment now. "Go rest for a while, but don't forget to watch me." He said, ushing you to get out of the rink. After leaving you to sit on the wooden bench he stepped back onto the ice and skated around, avoiding the kids and other adults in the area. When he returned from his gracious skating you grabbed his face and kissed him on the nose. "Why are you so perfect?" You said to him, your eyes fixated on his now red nose.

𝐊𝐈𝐌 𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐎𝐎 was quietly scrolling on his phone, and you crept up behind him on the couch, and poked the back of his nape with your finger. The sensation of your nails slightly scratching the skin startled him. Sunoo jumped up with a high pitched yelp as he grabbed his nape with his palm, and looked at you shocked. "Sweetheart!?" He was distraught by the act, and watched as you giggled to yourself. "Sorry, baby", you apologised, pressing your lips to his forehead, leaving a soft sheen of lipgloss.

𝐘𝐀𝐍𝐆 𝐉𝐔𝐍𝐆𝐖𝐎𝐍 and you were taking a nice stroll along the beach, the sand sinking underneath you. The sun was slowly making its way down the horizon, reflecting a warm, orange hue. After a while of walking, the two of you decided to sit underneath the tree with a bench to fully admire the sunset. As you both sat there, hand in hand, you took out your phone to take a picture, and mumbled, "It's so pretty," and Jungwon hummed in agreement, his eyes locked on you. You then turned around and placed a kiss to his cheek.

𝐍𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐌𝐔𝐑𝐀 𝐑𝐈𝐊𝐈 You saw him sitting on the practice room's floor, and he must've seen you because of the mirrors hung on the walls. "Are you working hard?" You cooed at him, seating yourself beside him and placing the snacks you brought with you on the floor. "I'm dying!" Riki complained with a dramatic sigh. "Cheer up, can't be that bad." You giggled, and placed a kiss to his forehead. The lipstick mark was quite visible, and Riki saw it in the mirror, and spurted up. "I'm cheered up!" He pulled you up with him, as you giggled at his reaction.

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flwrstqr · 2 months

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͏ ྀི𓈒⠀𖥔 SECRETLY DATING YOUR BROTHER'S BEST FRIEND ♡

͏ ͏ ͏ ͏💬 brother best friend ! enha x f ! r . ˙˖ ͏ ͏᱖ ͏ ͏ head canons, fluff ͏,, kissing + petnames ͏꒰´ ꒳ ` ꒱♡ dani's notes : i had so much fun writing this ㅠㅠ

𝐇𝐄𝐄𝐒𝐄𝐔𝐍𝐆

you sit on your bed, heeseung's hand intertwined with yours, his breath warm against your ear. "we have to be quiet," he whispers, a smirk playing on his lips as you nod, your heart racing. your brother's just down the hall, completely unaware of what's happening in your room. heeseung's lips capture yours, the kiss deepening as you pull him closer, your fingers tangling in his hair. "you're going to get us caught," you murmur against his mouth, but he just chuckles, his hands exploring. "worth the risk," he mutters "i love you," heeseung breathes, and you smile, feeling the same

𝐉𝐀𝐘

you're in the living room, watching a movie as jay sits next to you, his hand discreetly resting on your knee. "stop it," you whisper, glancing towards the kitchen where your brother is rummaging through the fridge. jay's eyes twinkle with mischief. "i can't help it," he murmurs, leaning in to brush his lips against your ear. you bite your lip, trying to stay composed. "we're going to get caught," you say, your voice barely audible. jay's lips curl into a grin. "let him catch us," he whispers, pressing a quick kiss to your lips before pulling back just as your brother walks in, oblivious of what happened. you shoot jay a look, but he just winks

𝐉𝐀𝐊𝐄

"why are you here?" your brother's voice booms from the hallway. "just helping your sister with some homework," jake lies smoothly, winking at you when your brother's back is turned. you roll your eyes but can't help the smile tugging at your lips. once your brother leaves, jake's lips are on yours for a quick kiss. "we have to be more careful," you say softly. he grins, pulling you closer. "it's more fun this way, don’t you think?" he whispers, making your heart race.

𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐆𝐇𝐎𝐎𝐍

"you shouldn't be here," you whisper, heart pounding as sunghoon smirks, his hand sneaking around your waist. "your brother's downstairs," you add, glancing nervously at the door. he leans in, lips brushing your ear. "that's what makes it exciting," he murmurs, pressing you against the wall. your breath hitches as his lips find yours, soft but insistent. "sunghoon, we can't get caught," you manage between kisses. "then we better be quick," he replies, making your head spin

𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐎𝐎

you sneak into the dimly lit living room, trying to be as quiet as possible, but sunoo catches you just as you’re about to sit down. "you didn’t think you’d get away without a goodnight kiss, did you?" he whispers, pulling you close. his lips brush against yours, sending shivers down your spine. you can hear your brother’s footsteps coming from the hallway, and you pull back, breathless. "shh, he’s coming," you giggle. "he doesn’t know anything," sunoo grins, his hands resting on your hips. "not yet, at least," you whisper, playfully.

𝐉𝐔𝐍𝐆𝐖𝐎𝐍

you hear the front door creak open, and before your brother can spot you, jungwon grabs your wrist, pulling you into the shadows of the hallway. "we need to be quick," he murmurs, pressing you against the wall, his body close. his lips hover near your ear as he whispers, "i’ve missed you today." you shiver, feeling his warm breath on your neck. "i missed you too," you reply softly, your fingers brushing his cheek. just then, the sound of your brother’s voice echoes down the hall. jungwon leans in, giving you a swift kiss that leaves you breathless. "see you later, okay?" he whispers

𝐑𝐈𝐊𝐈

"riki, you know if you come, my brother is gonna kill both of us," you whisper as he climbs through the window. he smirks, eyes glinting with mischief, "i don't care, angel," he murmurs, stepping closer. his lips brush yours teasingly. "you're playing a dangerous game," you murmur. "that's what makes it fun," he replies, his hands sliding to your waist. he leans in again, leaving you breathless. "riki," you gasp, "we have to be quiet." "i can be quiet," he grins

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lattegyu · 3 months

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PICTURES I POSTED ON MY IG STORY FOR MY CRUSH TO SEE! ft. jake

pairings: nonidol!jake x fem!reader

genre: fluff, crack, smau

published on: 2024/07/10

notes: it’s ikeu time! lemme know if you like it, pls! also im really sorry that this isnt as good as the other ones, my brain is a bit fried bc of the amount of time im sleeping nowadays (2 to 3 hours 😅)

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sainns · 3 months

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SIGNS OF AFFECTION.

𝓢.ㅤ the portrayal of their love for you.

OT7ㅤ୨୧ ⠀ femreader⠀ . . .ㅤ fluff, riki's lowkey a third wheel in jake's part oops, he is also a d1 complainer in his part, not proofreadㅤ2224 words

LEE HEESEUNG “baby, stay with me,” heeseung all but whines, pulling on your arm in an attempt to drag you back down to his bed. his voice is hoarse from not having spoken in a while; you had been laying together in silence, the both of you doing your own thing in each other’s space.

“hee, i have to go,” you try to free yourself from his grasp and you almost succeed but once he notices that he’s losing his grip, he tugs you towards him and wraps his arms around your waist, head resting against your stomach.

“just spend the night, i don’t think your roommate will care,”

“of course she isn’t going to care but i care. i have to go study,”

he looks up, his chin pressing against your stomach, lips forming a pout as he stares at you with a pleading expression. you can’t help but smile at him, bringing a hand up to fix his tousled hair.

you like when he gets clingy like this—he’s always clingy—it’s comforting knowing that he likes your presence as much as you do his. maybe even more, considering he’s always asking you to go over or if he can hang out at your apartment even if you don’t plan on doing anything. when you ask why or propose actually doing something he laughs you off, saying that simply sitting in the same room as you is enough for him.

“study here,”

“i don’t have my stuff,”

“okay, study tomorrow then,” he sits up, removing his arms from around you. though, he keeps his hands on your waist, squeezing, “i wanna stay with you,”

you stare at him for a moment, acting as if you were debating on whether or not to give in. it was all for show, though; you’re going to give in to him every single time and he knows it. so a smug smile takes place on his lips, knowing that he’s won when you let out a sigh, shoving his shoulder lightly so that he could make room for you on his bed.

PARK JONGSEONG you search for jay’s warmth right when you wake up, eyebrows furrowing and lips turning downwards when you don’t find it. you open your eyes to see nothing, jay nowhere to be seen.

you lay in bed for a minute longer before deciding to get up and go look for him in your small apartment, but before you can even pull the covers away from your body, your boyfriend walks in.

he looks like he’s been awake for a while—you can tell he took a shower by his still damp hair and he’s already dressed, wearing simple jeans and a t-shirt. he smiles at you, “hey, sleepyhead,”

“hi… you’re up early,”

“i was making you breakfast,” you feel the bed dip from his weight as he sits next to where you’re still laying, “and i cleaned the apartment a little,”

you reach over and grab his hand, placing a kiss against his knuckles, “thank you, but you didn’t have to. it’s my apartment, i can do it myself,” despite saying that, you know he’s going to ignore you, continuing on with taking care of you, your needs, and your apartment.

he hums, but doesn’t respond verbally, instead squeezing your hand in his. the two of you sit in a comfortable silence—you trying to fully wake up and him waiting for you—for what feels like forever until he finally breaks it.

“i like doing things for you, you know?”

“do you?”

“yeah, i do. you smile at his response, lifting your head to silently ask for a kiss.

he obliges, mumbling against your lips, “you gonna get up and eat breakfast now?”

SIM JAEYUN “how do you deal with jake being on top of you constantly?”

you raise your eyebrows at riki’s question, watching as the teenager throws a piece of popcorn at your boyfriend from the other end of the couch.

jake throws it back, “dude, i’m not on top of her,” except he is on top of you—his arms wrapped around your waist, head resting against your shoulder.

“uh… yeah, you are,”

the boys’ argument fades into the background as you think about riki’s question. honestly, you never noticed that jake was, in fact, always ‘on top’ of you.

you don’t mind it, obviously—you enjoy it—but now that you’re thinking back on your relationship, jake really is very physically affectionate towards you. you don’t think you can recall a time where his arms weren’t wrapped around you, or his hand holding wasn’t holding yours, or he wasn’t standing so close to you that the both of you looked like you’re glued together.

“jake,” you interrupt their argument, laughing as you poke at him cheek, “maybe you should pull away before you try and defend yourself,”

he scoffs at you in faux annoyance, doing the exact opposite of what you told him to do—he pulls you closer to him, practically forcing you onto his lap. you’re sitting sideways, your head against his shoulder now.

“nope, you’re warm,”

“i don’t think it’s cold,”

“i’m cold, though,” shrugging, he places a kiss on top of your head, “also, ki, she’s on top of me, so you’re making zero sense,”

“i just watched you move her on top of you,” riki groans, throwing a pillow at the both of you, making you laugh when the two begin arguing again, the movie you had been watching long forgotten.

PARK SUNGHOON everyday you are beyond thankful for park sunghoon, whatever higher power there is must really like you to give you the opportunity of being his girlfriend.

the fact that he’ll wake up at 3:28AM just to go buy you some kind of snack or food is one of the things you love about the man, simply because you know almost nobody who would ever do that—unless their partner was pregnant—but he does.

“i love you, by the way,” you smile, tapping your feet in excitement against the car floor, stopping when you feel sunghoon’s hand squeeze your thigh gently.

“because i’m going to go get you an ice cream?” he turns on the blinker, stopping before turning to the right, driving to a nearby convenience store where you’re planning on getting said ice cream.

“that too, but i just love you in general,”

“yeah?” he glances at you, an eyebrow raised.

“yes,”

“good,” his thumb rubbing circles against your skin, leaving goosebumps in its wake, “i love you too, i hope you know i’d never get up this late for anyone else,”

“i hope not,” the car pulls into the convenience store’s empty—save for the singular employee’s car—parking lot, sunghoon putting the car into park. he gets out, leaving you alone in the car for a brief moment, rounding to your side and opening the door.

he leans against it, staring at you with a soft, fond smile. the look makes you nervous, your face heating up at the prolonged eye contact. it gets to be too much after a few seconds, and you reach up to cover his eyes with your hand, “okay, stop staring, you’re weird,”

he lets out a laugh, removing your hand from his eyes, “i’m weird? you’re the one who wants ice cream at three in the morning,”

“well, you still drove me here, so you’re equally as weird. you could’ve said no,”

“nope, i can’t say no to you. it’s impossible,”

he doesn’t say anything else as he grabs your hand, helping you out of the car. you’re perfectly capable of stepping out of it yourself but you let him help you, not really thinking about it—a habit that’s formed after years of dating him. you smile to yourself, the cold air of the convenience store making you shiver while you follow behind sunghoon to the small freezer section.

KIM SEONWOO you smile when sunoo hands you a shopping bag, looking inside to see an album you’d been wanting for a while now. you’d only mentioned it to him once, an offhand statement that you moved on from immediately after saying it. you should’ve known sunoo was going to remember and buy it for you, even though you could have bought it yourself.

noticing something else in the bag, you move the album out of the way, your eyes widening in surprise when you see that he also bought you the phone charm you’d really wanted. you hadn’t been able to find it in any stores, though, and yet somehow sunoo did.

“those are the ones you wanted right?” his eyes go back and forth between you and the bag, watching your reaction, “i saw the charm and remembered you wanted it, so i got it. it was the last one,”

“mhm, it is, thank you,” you take it out, looking it over with a grin on your face, “you didn’t need to get the album, i could’ve bought it,”

he waves you off, “it’s fine. i just got it while i was there. you like them, though, right?”

“obviously, i like them,” you lean forward, wrapping your arms around his shoulders, embracing him. he hugs you back, placing his hands on your waist. he can’t help but let out an exasperated sigh when you continue your sentence, “but i feel bad that you’re always wasting your money,”

“i don’t waste money, it’s for a good cause. as long as you like it, angel, then who cares. i’ll get you whatever you want, it’s not a big deal,” he pulls away from you, bringing a hand up to cup your cheek, pulling you into a gentle kiss.

YANG JUNGWON “you look pretty in that shirt,” jungwon says, snapping yet another photo of you since you started your clothing haul. you giggle, looking at him through your mirror—he’s looking at his phone, probably scrolling through the pictures he’s taken so far.

“you don’t have to take a picture of every outfit, won,” you turn, walking over to sit next to him on your bed, “i’ll wear them again,”

“but i like taking pictures of you,” he shows you his phone, a photo of you from earlier on his screen. you hadn’t noticed him take this one—it was while you were wearing one of the first outfits you had tried on, your face in a weird expression. you assume jungwon had taken in while you were talking and you grimace when he continues speaking, “you look pretty,”

you give him a look, “i look bad in that picture,”

your boyfriend frowns, setting his phone to the side, putting your focus back on his face rather than his phone. he narrows his eyes at you, playfully glaring, “i don’t think so, you look good in every picture,”

“no,” you scoff, “you’re just saying that because you’re my boyfriend,”

“no,” he mocks you, sticking his tongue out at you. you laugh at his immaturity, moving to push his shoulder but he stops you, hand gripping onto your wrist. you pause, biting your lip to keep from laughing when you notice he’s still glaring at you, “it’s because you are pretty. so pretty that i go crazy every time i see you,”

“you’re overselling it,” you look away, feeling your face heat up at his compliments. you still aren’t used to him being so… nice. not that he was ever mean, but the constant barrage of compliments the boy gives you on a daily basis is enough to make anyone nervous.

“am not,” he gives you an offended look, letting out a huff of air, “i’m just telling the truth, lovely.”

NISHIMURA RIKI you glance to your side, stifling a giggle when riki lets out a loud groan, his feet dragging against the floor as you walk into yet another store.

you’ve been shopping for the past three hours, having gone into most of the businesses at the mall. riki, despite you telling him he didn’t have to come, tagged along but he started complaining almost immediately after you exited the third store.

“you definitely don’t have enough money to buy anything else—can we go?” he squeezes your hand, rubbing his thumb against your knuckles. the act almost makes you comply with his request.

“i told you that you didn’t have to come,”

you always tell him that he doesn’t have to go with you, whether it be to the mall or something else. every single time he insists, telling you that he’ll go with you so you don’t ‘feel lonely’, only for him to start complaining within five minutes of whatever it is that you’re doing. you know that it’s lighthearted, but you can’t help but (lovingly) roll your eyes at him every time he does this.

“i didn’t think we’d be here for five days,”

you scoff, bumping him with your shoulder while you card through a rack of t-shirts with your free hand, “you’re dramatic,”

“no, i’m not. my feet just hurt,”

humming, you pull out a shirt, scrutinizing it for a few moments before ultimately deciding to buy it, “go sit in the car then, babe,”

“uh, no,” he gives you a dirty look, grabbing the shirt from your hand so that he could hold it instead, “i came ‘cos i wanted to spend time with you, not the car.”

note. PHEWWWW whyd this take me a week to write bye sunoo was making me go crazy. anyways yay guess their love languages!!!! i think it's obvious but if it isn't oops + layout inspired by my fav bywons <3

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sincerelyrki · 5 months

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pretty baby

Jake’s pretty baby makes the prettiest sounds, it’s only fair that the others get to hear them too.

pairing : bf!jake x fem!reader

warnings + genre : smut. exhibition. hand job. fingering. only includes the hyung line. 18+.

wc : 844

a/n : this took everything in me to post, i get way too shy to write stuff like this TT but thoughts? pls let me know how i did <3

“Can I touch you?” You kept your gaze locked on the movie playing across the room, your ears hot as you attempted to ignore your needy boyfriend.

Jake quietly whined in your ear at your ignorance, his need for you growing the longer your hand jerked him off.

He raised his hips to push himself further into your palm, soft gasps leaving his lips as he felt your hand tighten around him.

“Please, I need to feel you.” Jake’s lips gently nipped at your ear as he pushed himself completely against you, your slow caresses halting as he trapped your hand between his thighs and your hip.

You once again tightened your hand around him, squeezing him with a warning.

Jake hissed in pain, his lower body slightly flinching away from you in shock.

Without drawing attention to yourself you turned your head towards your boyfriend, his pitiful state causing your satisfaction to swell along your arms.

Your newfound goosebumps were nothing compared to the way your body reacted to his next actions, your head snapping around to glance around the room to check if anyone had noticed your slip up.

Jake gave you a sly smile, moving his hand further up the front of your shirt. He took advantage of your cautionary glances, cupping one of your breasts with one of his hands before snaking the other one behind your back.

Your jaw clenched as you felt your bra come undone, being supported by nothing but Jake’s hand pressing against you.

“Sorry, it was an accident.” Jake winked at you as he removed his hand from your shirt, your bra held in his hands as he leaned away from you.

“The others will hear.” You gave up, leaning forward after him. Jake allowed you to lean into him, his free hand reaching out to pull one of your legs over his.

“Not if you’re quiet” He teased you, one side of his mouth quirking into a smirk as he tilted his head at you. “You can be quiet, can’t you?”

It was almost humorous how fast Jake was able to switch the rolls, controlling you by the palm of his hand as he pushed you into a submissive headspace.

You confidently nodded at him, your certainty fading the second his fingers wrapped around your knee. “We don’t want anyone to see how dirty my girl can be, that’s for my eyes only.”

Through the dimmed room it was nearly impossible to see Jake’s hands, the light’s reflection on his rings being the only proof of his hands touching your skin.

“But it seems it’s too late for that, hm?” Jake whispered in your ears, his fingers reaching your underwear as he stared at a spot across from you.

“Heeseung seems to be really enjoying this, his poor of an excuse blanket is doing nothing to hide it.” You say frozen in spot, legs spread under the blanket as your boyfriend's fingers circled shapes against your upper thigh.

“My pretty baby makes the prettiest sounds, should we show him?” Jake pushed your underwear to the side, slotting his fingers between you as his fingertips slid down your most sensitive part.

Your head dropped down as he pushed his fingers into you, his thumb coming up to rub against you as he slowly moved his wrist.

After a long minute of hiding your sounds, you accidentally choked out a quiet moan, your bitten lips dropping at a harder thrust. “Might as well give them all a show, let them hear you.”

Jake used his other hand to grab your jaw, turning your head towards the three men sitting on the couch beside you. “Let me hear you.” A strangled whimper left your lips at the messy sight that greeted you.

Three pairs of eyes were glued to the blanket across your legs, doing nothing to hide the movements happening beneath it.

If possible, you grew even shyer as the three men turned their eyes toward your face instead.

You could see Sunghoon adjusting in his seat, his legs spreading as he fixed his pants. He tried acting like he never saw the two of you, turning his head towards the forgotten movie playing. If it wasn’t for the harsh gulp that followed, he almost could’ve fooled a blind man.

“Fucking pervs” Jake scoffed out a laugh, his hand speeding up as he finally removed the blanket concealing you from the others.

“Holy shit” Jay’s jaw dropped, his eyes glaring holes into your skin as his eyes wandered all across your bottom half. A strained exhale left his lips at the sight of your inner thighs.

A mixture of red and purple painted your skin, and various hickeys littered across the strip of skin that was hidden by your pulled-up skirt.

“You have such pretty panties, but I think they’d appreciate the sight more if you got rid of them.” Jake blew cool air into your ear, his free hand pressing against your lower stomach.

“Show them how pretty you are for me?” And you did.

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boyfhee · 4 months

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DOWN BAD TEXTS ⋆ 희승

᧔o᧓ genre humour, fluff warnings jokes about dying, profanities note for my baefhee @isoobie i love u heeri #otp && a lot of these texts r inspired from pinterest posts but i changed a few things ^^ happy reading

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cherrikii · 2 months

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⋅⋅⋅ 𝓉hink i might.. 𝜗𝜚 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐚 𝐛𝐢𝐭𝐞 ><

( 360 w. ) 𝒢．fluffy drabble　 𝒫．boyfriend!riki x gn!reader 　 𝒞𝒲．teasing, hugging, pet names, kisses, not proofread (let me know if i missed anything ♡︎)

“yo, yn!” a boy shouts at you from behind. you had an airpod in so you thought you were just hearing things and brushed it off.

“…yn!” that same boy caught up to you and grabs your shoulder softly. he pants a little and you turn around to see a familiar face.

“ki? what’re you doing here? didn’t you have isd..” you question and smile at him, in response he wraps his arm around your shoulders, walking at the same pace.

“i did, but the teach let me go early!” he smiles excitedly. “aren’t you happy i’m not breaking my streak of walking you home,” teases the boy. (he begged the isd teacher to let him leave early, even made some sad excuse just to be with you)

you giggle at him, “of course i am riks.” he takes his arm off your shoulders and takes your hand in his, lighting swaying them at the pace of your steps.

“well good, cause if you weren’t..” he reaches for this back pocket, “i wouldn’t have given you this!” he opens his fist and reveal a small box shaped object, a lychee jelly cup. your favorites.

you stop in your tracks, gasping loudly before engulfing riki in your arms. you had been complaining to riki for weeks now about craving lychee jelly.

“awww riki baby,” you stand on your tippy toes to kiss his forehead and hug him once again, “you didn’t have to.”

riki chuckles and hands you the jelly cup. “you know, the whole reason i got isd was because i went to buy you a box of jelly during lunch..” he rubs his neck and laughs, looking down at the ground sheepishly.

“riki!” you hit him playfully on his chest. “we could’ve gone to get some after school silly.”

he takes your hand in his again and says, “i just wanted to make you happy.”

your heart melts at his kindness, he doesn’t express himself verbally but rather through actions. his sweet gestures make you fall in love with him all over again.

you pout at him lovingly and kiss his flushed pink cheeks.

“you’re so sweet riks. thank you sweetheart.” you smile at him.

he smiles back and responds, “let’s go home and eat those jellies i got you now.”

( 𝒶.𝓃. ) feels good to be back >< i kinda pulled this out my ass though.. it’s been sitting in my drafts for a minute.. anyways reblogs, notes, and feedback highly appreciated ~ !

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suhnandmoon · 3 hours

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stupid for you

chapter fifteen: my vision is failing me. are you a boy or a girl?

pairing: park sunghoon x fem!reader

summary: college radio show host, park sunghoon, and his friends are struggling to get callers for their weekly advice segment on hybe radio. what happens when jake tells the girl that sunghoon is interested in to call and anonymously ask for relationship advice (that just so happens to be about sunghoon himself)?

genre: radio show host au, unserious, pining, fluff

notes: couldn't be bothered to make the prints look real this time im stressed out about my project due today. need to spend my time wisely for once in my life.

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taglist: (open) @isabellah29 @sweetiejaeyun @onlyhyunjin @i03jae @hoteldelyoona

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@sumzysworld @ppeachyttae @sol3chu @ladyartemesia @stormy1408

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enha-stars · 5 months

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✧ drip, drip, drip

pairing: sunghoon x reader (mdni)

summary: there’s nothing sunghoon loves more than having you dripping for him— well, besides suffocating between your legs

warnings: SMUT, oral (f rec), big nose hoon, slightly feral hoon, smitten hoon, overstimulation, teasing, praise, grinding, orgasm denial

a/n: @ak4e7a and i are always on that hoon munch agenda, bro.

the setting sun silently shone through the half-closed blinds, illuminating the bedroom in a soft orange glow. the pinkish hues danced across your back, grazing your face occasionally as you looked down at your boyfriend, smiling as he pressed wet, open mouth kisses to your jaw.

sunghoon’s grip on your waist was tight as he pulled you further into him, your chest completely pressed against his as he tilted his head up, sucking and biting on your skin. this was his favourite time of the day; coming home and pulling you onto his lap, smothering himself in your scent and kissing you until both of your lips were plump and bruised.

your eyes fluttered shut as sunghoon’s teeth grazed your neck, goosebumps erupting on your skin as you giggled, trying to squirm out of his hold. sunghoon pressed a hot kiss to your collarbone before he lifted his head, his dark eyes filled with love at the sound of your quiet laughter.

“i love your laugh,” he mumbled, voice gentle and breathless as he looked up at you through his glasses. at his words, you smiled and grazed his bare shoulders with your nails. he watched you with shimmering eyes, eyes trailing across your stomach and shoulders, pleased with the darkened bites on your skin.

he liked to take his time with you; paint you with the brush of his tongue and teeth.

shifting on his lap, you dipped your head and pressed a kiss to his nose. sunghoon’s lips pulled into a bright smile and you kissed his chin, smiling at the soft blush that dusted his cheeks.

“you’re so beautiful, hoon.”

grinning like a fool in love –which he was– he let one of his hands wander up your bare back, igniting a fire in your core when his fingers grazed your bra strap. he pushed you even further into him, groaning when your clothed cunt grazed his bulge.

“can i kiss you?” he asked shyly, enamoured by your bright eyes and swollen lips.

“you never need to ask, hoon.” your fingers traced a heart into his collarbone, holding his shoulders for support. his hand on your waist dipped below the waistband of your panties, rubbing circles on the skin of your hip. “kiss me.”

cupping your cheek, he pressed his thumb into your bottom lip, pulling your face down to his. his plush lips brushed against yours and you tilted your head, trying to kiss him the way you wanted too, the way you needed too.

“don’t tease me,” you warned. “i’ll go for that shower,” your lips traced the shell of his ear, “and i’ll lock the door.”

sunghoon’s heart dropped to his stomach and he gripped your chin tighter, his nose brushing against yours. “wouldn’t dream of it, baby.” he released your chin to remove his glasses, throwing them somewhere across the bed.

before you could chastise him for it, his hand wrapped around your throat and he crashed your lips against his, swallowing your small gasp. his lips moved roughly against yours as one of his hands gripped your ass, slowly moving your hips against his.

you moaned into the kiss and sunghoon slipped his tongue into your mouth, tracing the crevices of your teeth before sucking on your tongue. he guided your hips as he kissed you, your cunt rubbing against his hardened cock.

pulling away from your lips, sunghoon’s eyes zeroed in on the string of spit that connected both of your lips before he began kissing down your neck, nibbling and sucking. your head fell back when he bit down a bit harder, hands flying to his shortened hair.

you grind your hips against his, panties wet with slick as your juices leaked through his boxers. you run your hands through his hair, massassing his skull with your nails and he lets out a quiet whimper against your neck, hips bucking upwards.

sunghoon continues to rock your hips against his pelvis and swallows your quiet moan as he captures your lips in another messy, heated kiss. your hands grip onto his shoulder for support, nails piercing into his skin, making him hiss into your mouth at the pleasure of pain.

his cock had leaked enough precum to soak through his boxers, mixing with your slick. the sounds of your juices mixing as your cunt glided along his dick had both of your head spinning, pleasure gradually building up.

under your wandering hands, his abs flexed and relaxed, and his lips didn’t leave your skin once. his warm tongue was pressed against your neck, licking upwards as you moaned out his name, pussy throbbing and sensitive.

“‘m close, hoon,” you whispered into his ear, making him shiver.

he nodded along to your words, lost in a trance of pleasure. you began rocking your hips faster, pushing your hips deeper, trying to somehow push sunghoon’s deeper into you.

his leg twitches and his eyes shot open and he halted your movements, making you cry out his name in frustration. panting, he grips your waist tightly to stop you from reaching your climax.

“hoon, i’ll fucking kill you.”

instead of letting you continue, he simply grinds his cock upwards into your cunt once, making you hiss at the sensitive feeling.

“i want you to cum in my mouth,” his voice is needy, slightly whiny. his eyes are slightly dazed, lips swollen red and skin warm, pink dusted across his pale skin. “please.”

your lips part in surprise and you can only nod, a fresh wave of arousal hitting you at his desperation. you nodded once and tried to lift yourself off his lap but his grip on your waist is too strong. he raises an eyebrow at you. “where are you going?”

you play with the ends of his hair and try to lift your leg off him but he grips your thigh, holding you down. “don’t you want me on my back?”

grinning, sunghoon shakes his head. “sit on my face.” he uses one hand to cup your pussy and like you weigh nothing to him, he pulls your body closer and. you blink at him in surprise and he simply shuffles his body downwards until his head rests on the pillow and you’re sitting on his stomach.

sunghoon looks at you expectantly and he hooked his thumbs under your panties and pulls down. you want to me embarrassed by how they stick to your pussy, dripping with slick, but before you can, he pulls at them a bit harder and they rip apart.

your eyes widen in surprise, not quite sure if sunghoon actually ripped your pantines, but he doesn’t give you any time to process before he licks your soiled panties. you watch in aroused horror as his pink tongue flickers at the cloth before his eyes light up and he smiles devilishly.

“tastes like heaven.” he tosses them somewhere on the floor and grabs your hips once again.

“you’re insane,” you whisper, unable to get angry at him for ripping apart one of your favourite pairs. he smiles brightly at you as he drags your body upwards, towards his face. you let out soft whimpers as your senetice pussy drags along his chest, his hardened skin giving you small amounts of pleasure.

once he’s successfully brought you to his shoulders, you look down at him with hesitancy swimming in your eyes. “hoon… you’re sure?”

sunghoon unclasps your bra and watches with amazement as your breasts spill out of the fabric. he tosses the bra somewhere and pinches both nipples, wanting nothing more than to also have them in his mouth.

“baby,” he says, seriously. “i want you to completely smother me, do you understand? no hovering. i don’t want to breathe.” he bites his bottom lip in anticipation. “don’t move until i’ve drained you.”

“hoon,” you frown. “you’ll die.”

he grabs a handful of your ass and pushes you towards his face. you push up from your knees and grip the headboard, back arching. “that’s the plan, sweetheart.”

before you can object, his tongue licks a harsh stripe of slick and you moan out his name. sunghoon lifts his chin up a bit and smirks as he forces you to hover above his mouth. like a man starved, he sticks his tongue out and lets your slick drip into his mouth, gliding to the back of his throat.

embarrassed, you shut your eyes and press your forehead against the headboard and sunghoon just drinks what your pussy offers him. he lets your juices drip into his mouth until he can’t hold back anymore. he harshly pushes your hips down and lifts his chin up, his face buried in your cunt.

you whimper quietly as sunghoon’s tongue pushes in and out of your sopping hole, licking and sucking like you’re his last meal. he drags his tongue along your pussy, fucking it into your cunt before sucking on your clit.

he pushes his tongue deep within you, tracing his name into your gummy walls, and his nose presses against your clit like it was made for that very purpose. you groan and arch your back as sunghoon presses his nose further into your clit, rubbing it until he’s sure you’re all he’ll smell for weeks.

your mind goes numb with pleasure and your initial concern for your boyfriend gets thrown out the window as you grind on his face, his tongue kissing your walls and fucking into your pussy as you use his nose to pleasure yourself.

unknown to you, but your movements match those of his hips as he thrusts into the air, using his wet boxers to offer any friction. your moans grow louder as he sucks and licks at your pussy, the familiar build up of pleasure greets you and you sigh, pressing your clit against his nose.

sunghoon grunts and hums into your cunt and you feel dizzy from pleasure. his tongue is relentless as it fucks into you and you can feel your legs going numb.

“hoon, i’m– close, so close,” you’re begging him and he groans in response, sending you further into spiral. just as your core tightens, sunghoon’s thumb grazes your anus and you lurch forward, legs shaking uncontrollably around his head as he continues to poke and prod.

“that’s it,” he mumbles against your soaking cunt. “cum for me.”

sunghoon continues to lick at your pussy, sucking and licking sloppily as your cum paints the bottom half of his face. he tries to swallow every drop and he does. you grip onto the headboard for dear life as you lose feeling in your legs and upper body.

sunghoon continues to lay his tongue flat on your pussy and suck, keeping your hips in place as you try to pry away, sensitive and drained.

your whimpers turn into heavy breathing, until all you can mumble is some variation of his name.

“please, please,” you beg. “no more.”

sunghoon hears the exhaustion in your voice and kisses your clit once before he kisses your pussy, capturing each fold in a separate kiss. it has your mind reeling and your body begins to convulse, overwhelmed by pleasure.

his grip on your legs finally loosens and his arms up to catch you, shifting a bit upwards to hold you close to his chest. his warm hands run soothingly up and down your body as you try to come off the high of your orgasm.

he smiles softly at your shut eyes and kisses your jaw. “did so good for me, baby.” he holds you tightly against his chest and there isn’t a prettier sight in the world than you in his arms.

you open your eyes and smile at him and he presses his lips against yours, allowing you to taste yourself on him. he groans when you suck his bottom lip, trying to taste a bit more of yourself.

you pull away and he adjusts his hips. you stare at him, all roughed up and beautiful, and it’s almost too much for you. instead, you kiss his ear. “let me suck you off, hoon. you haven’t cummed yet.”

sunghoon stares at you sheepishly as he palms your breast. “don't’ worry about me, baby.” he tilts his head down and captures your other nipple in his mouth.

“let me– i want you in my mouth,” you murmur, voice breaking as he tugs on your nipples.

sunghoon kisses both of your breasts before he gently grabs your chin. “i cummed when you did.” at your disbelieving look, he presses a gentle kiss to your lips. “nothing brings me more pleasure than making you cum, baby.”

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emisloves · 1 month

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hii cld i request a study session won w reader (can make it nsfw iyw :p)? thankuu smm i love ur works <33

SCANDALOUS DISTRACTIONS ✦ Y.JW

PAIRING. tutor!jungwon x fem!reader

GENRE. mdni, explicit content, minimal plot

WARNINGS. smut, meandom!won, dacryphilia, manhandling, dry humping, unprotected sex (a big no), doggy, reverse cowgirl, clit pinching, pussy slapping, mirror sex (?), mirror kink, jungwon has a sort of tit kink, reader implied to have big boobs, degradation kink, nicknames (slut, whore, princess etc.), squirting, slight aftercare, mentions of a plan B pill (please just use a condom instead), let me know if I missed anything!

WORD COUNT. 2.8k

A/N. hi love, ik you wanted a study session and not a tutoring sesh, but I realized that pretty late- for which, i apologize. also the plot in this was definitely probably not what you had in mind- hope you like this nonetheless <33 also this is extremely late sorry about that-

“...And that's how you solve– are you even listening to me?”

You snapped out of your daze, blinking rapidly. Truth to be told, you hadn’t been listening. How could you, when your tutor was wearing such scandalous clothes?

Jungwon sighed. It was pretty obvious you weren’t listening, given by how you were staring at him– more specifically, his arms and his lap.

He didn’t know why he agreed to tutor you– was it the way you were begging him with those cute doe eyes of yours, while your cleavage was on full display?

Or was it because of those concerningly short skirts that you wear?

Either way, he was pissed. Pissed at how you kept staring at him instead of listening to his explanations– yes, financial accounting was hard, it was boring– but certainly anyone with a little bit of a brain could do it?

Well clearly you lacked the brains for it, since all you had been doing since you came to his house for the tutoring session was stare at his ‘scandalous clothes’– the clothes in question being a white sleeveless polo and gray sweatpants.

Okay, maybe his clothes weren't the ideal choice for a study session– but hey, you were the one to blame here– you came half an hour earlier, catching him off guard, not giving him any time to change. But even so, your goal here was to study, so why weren’t you doing that?

He glared at you, noticing that you were zoning out again, your gaze on his biceps. He rolled his eyes, before snapping his fingers in front of you, effectively breaking your daze. “Stop staring at me and try to do something at least. I’m trying my best to teach you here, but I can’t really do that without your cooperation.”

You bit your lip, feeling a little ashamed of yourself. “S-Sorry– it’s just that– uhm– your outfit is uh– very distracting.”

He smirked slightly at the way you said it, your voice soft and fluttery. He knew why you were distracted, but hearing you say it? It just made him feel more– in charge of the situation. The cute way you said it didn’t help at all, your voice sending blood rushing straight to his cock– something that would be pretty evident, given his ‘scandalous’ clothing choice.

He leaned closer to you, his breath hitting your face. “Yea? Is my outfit distracting you? So much that you can’t even concentrate on what I’m saying?”

Your eyes widened at the sudden proximity, your mouth running dry. The only things you could focus on was how ravishing he looked this close, how badly you wanted to kiss that sexy smirk off his face– how loudly your heart was thumping in your ears.

His tongue slithered out, swiping over his bottom lip, wetting it with his saliva– slowly, tantalizingly. He looked at you up and down. “You know– your outfit doesn't really leave much to the imagination either. I mean– look at this–” He slapped your bare thigh harshly, your startled gasp echoing across the room. “Such a tiny little skirt, it's like you're begging to get fucked like the whore you are. But that's exactly what your intention is, isn't it, you dumb slut?”

You gulped, your panties sticking to your folds uncomfortably. His words and actions just made you wetter and wetter, slick starting to drip out of your folds and staining your panties.

Jungwon tilted his head teasingly, a smirk adorning his face. He suddenly shoved his hand under your extremely tiny excuse of a skirt, cupping your clothed pussy. He groaned slightly at how wet you were. “Fuck baby– you're dripping– is this why you asked me to tutor you? Because you wanted to get fucked? Because you are a stupid little whore that can't think without a dick to keep you warm? Hm? Is that why?”

You let out a shocked gasp, your eyes as wide as saucers. You clenched around nothing at his words, more slick gushing out of you, soaking your panties completely, dripping onto his hand. You whined slightly, bucking your hips into his hand for more pressure. “W-Wonnie please–”

His breath hitched at the nickname, his cock straining even more against his sweatpants. He let out a slight growl, taking his hand off your pussy, making you let out a loud whine. Tears of frustration formed in your eyes, but before you could say anything, a gasp left you at the feeling of him grabbing you by the waist. He lifted you into his lap, manhandling you into straddling him, or rather, straddling his cock that was almost pathetically straining through his sweatpants. He pushed you down onto him, making you let out a whine at the friction, eliciting a small groan from him. “Fuck princess– you feel that? Feel how hard I am for you?”

You let out a whine, trying to grind on him, only for him to tighten his grip on your hips, preventing you from moving. He let out a small growl. “Don't you dare move. Not unless you admit that you only get this wet for me– I'm the only one who should get you this wet, no one else.”

You whimpered. “P-Please Wonnie I p-romise– you're the only one who gets me this wet, n-no one else– please– please do something, please–”

He groaned. “F-Fuck angel, you have no idea what you do to me– begging like a fucking slut that just needs to be stuffed with a dick– if you want it so bad, take it– but I won't be helping you.”

Your eyes widened. “B-But–”

He glared at you through stern eyes that left no room for argument. “No buts princess. If you want it, you better work for it.”

You gulped, your shoulders drooping in resignation. You placed your hands on his shoulders for balance, before starting to rock your hips back and forth, starting to grind on him. He let out a small moan, leaning back, supporting his weight on his forearms.

You increased your pace, strings of moans and curses starting to spill from your lips. He watched you with hooded eyes, biting down on his lip to prevent his own noises from escaping, wanting to hear you loud and clear. He let out a small groan, throwing his head back, eyes rolling up, feeling your slick seep into his pants, through his boxers, making direct contact with his cock. He looked at your already fucked out face, your pupils blown out, tears of pleasure forming in your eyes.

He grabbed your hips, before dragging you across his lap harshly, making you let out a startled gasp. Your clit dragged across the fabric of your panties, making loud whines fall from your lips at the friction. He groaned slightly at how pretty you sounded, before dragging your hips on his even more harshly.

You buried your head in his neck to muffle your whines, which increased substantially due to his actions. He was quick to notice it, immediately stopping his movements, before grabbing you by the hair, pulling your head up. You let out a pained moan, tears of frustration building up in the corner of your eyes. He sneered at the sight of your tears, even if his cock twitched under you, unable to hide his actual reaction. He fisted your hair tightly. “Don't you fucking dare hide those cute little sounds of yours. I want to hear you whining and moaning loudly like the little slut you are, without hiding them, so don't you dare try to hide them from me.”

You whimpered in pain from how tightly Jungwon was clutching your hair, making a tear slide down your cheek. As soon as he noticed it, his cock twitched under you again, making him suck in a breath. Unable to control himself, he leaned towards your face, immediately licking the tear off, humming at the salty taste.

He smashed his lips on yours, rocking your hips on his, hinting you to start grinding on him again. His kiss was messy, saliva dripping from the corner of your mouths, smearing all over your chins– but neither of you could bring yourselves to care, too engrossed in the feeling of each other's lips. You continued to grind on him at a fast pace, whining at the friction. You could feel the band in your stomach tighten, signaling that you were close. You picked up your pace, your whines turning up a pitch, alerting him of how close to the edge you were.

Just as the band in your stomach was about to snap, the pleasure was ripped away from you, just as quickly as it was given. You felt yourself get manhandled onto your stomach, his hand desperately grabbing at your now completely drenched panties, before completely ripping them off. If you weren’t so desperate to be filled up, you would have definitely done more to protest at the loss of your panties, than just let out a whine of indignation.

Your little whine earned you a sharp slap on your soaked pussy, a wet slapping sound accompanied by your gasp resounding through the entire room. You could feel yourself clenching around nothing at his actions, the cool air of the room that was making contact with your bare pussy not helping in the slightest.

You let out a lewd moan at the feeling of his fingers rubbing at your clit, before letting out a yelp as he pinched it. “What a fucking slut, letting me do whatever I want to you– so fucking wet too, dripping all over my hand–” He delivered a sharp slap to your pussy, making you let out a sharp gasp, clenching around nothing.

Your excitement rose at the sound of shuffling behind you. Was he finally going to give you what you needed to satisfy your throbbing core?

Your thoughts were cut off at the feeling of something prodding at your entrance. His mushroom tip made contact with your clit, causing sparks of pleasure to shoot through you. You let out a loud moan, unconsciously bucking your hips into his. He let out an almost menacing chuckle, leaning down so that his chest touched your back, whispering in your ear. “Impatient little whore, aren't you? So fucking desperate to be filled up?”

You let out a small whine, his degrading words sending tingles straight to your pussy. He was unamused, delivering another slap to your pussy. “Words, princess. I need to hear you speak like the desperate little slut you are.”

You let out a choked whimper, your words stumbling over each other. “W-Wonnie please– please fuck me– hurts so bad please–”

That was the green light Jungwon needed. He quickly aligned himself with your entrance, before swiftly burying himself inside to the hilt. You let out a loud gasp, feeling his mushroom tip stretch you out, making you squirm slightly, trying to adjust to his size. He was having any of that, immediately holding your hips to keep you still, his hand going under to swiftly pinch your clit, making flinch slightly, clenching around him tightly. With a small groan, he spoke. “Fuck baby– aren't you absolutely adorable, squirming about? Stay fucking still before I decide to not let you cum at all–”

You gulped slightly at his threat, trying to stay still, despite your pussy throbbing around his length, practically begging him to move– he relented, pulling out almost completely, before snapping his hips into yours, balls slapping against your clit. His mushroom tip was stretching you out nicely, the pleasure from the stretch overtaking the pain from it. He continued to snap his hips into yours at a fast pace, small grunts leaving him every time. Your hands shook as they tried to support your weight, threatening to crumble under you.

His hand slipped under your tiny crop top, slipping under your bra to pinch and twist your hardened nipple, loud gasps and mewls escaping you. He groaned at the sounds leaving your pretty little mouth, snapping his hips into yours at an almost animalistic pace.

Loud squelching noises filled up the room from where your hips were meeting, your slick gushing out of you and around his cock in embarrassingly huge amounts. He let out a small ‘fuck’, before holding your hair in a vice grip with one hand, before yanking on it, pulling you upwards, your back flush to his chest, making you let out a startled gasp. He put one hand under your shirt, pushing it over your tits, pulling your bra under your tits, making them look perkier than normal. They bounced in sync with his thrusts, making you whine at how they hurt. You tried to put a hand over them to stop the bouncing, making him immediately slap it away. He pinned both your hands on the sides of your waist, before ensuring a tight grip on it, preventing you from using your hands.

He continued to thrust up into you, your whimpers and moans increasing in pitch. The new angle allowed him to reach even deeper, his mushroom tip almost piercing through your cervix every time. You mewled at the combination of pain and pleasure, your cunt clenching around his cock every time to encourage him. He pounded into you even deeper, his gaze into the mirror on the side of the room, the sight of your tits bouncing making his gaze darken.

His gaze traveled downwards in the mirror, watching his cock slip inside your pussy every time, the sounds of him fucking into your slick coated walls sounding like music to his ears. His gaze traveled to your face in the mirror, and he swore he almost came right then and there.

You looked hot. Hotter than anything he had ever laid his eyes on. Your pupils were blown out, tongue lolling out of your mouth, slight drool on the side of your chin. Your head was lolling sideways on your neck, looking almost lifeless if it wasn't for the whiny little moans and whimpers that kept leaving your mouth.

His hand went up to your throat, encasing it in his hold. He applied slight pressure on your neck, watching you mewl and clench around him tighter. Pleased with your reaction, he let go of your throat, before wrapping his bicep around it, choking you harder. He snapped his hips into yours even more harshly than before, his other hand pressing down on the bulge in your stomach. The newly found pressure on both your neck and your stomach made you let out a choked moan, strings of curses and broken attempts of saying his name leaving your mouth.

Your noises reached a new pitch, much higher than before. He slipped one hand under your skirt, in between your legs to rub at your clit, trying to force an orgasm out of you. His pace left you breathless, causing your moans to turn into almost screams as your orgasm approached you.

The combined effort of his cockhead bullying your cervix, his hand rubbing at your clit and his hand pressing down on the bulge in your stomach made your eyes roll back into your head, your orgasm washing over you in tidal waves, your vision going white. Jungwon watched in awe as you squirted all over his cock and hand, spraying his abdomen in your juices. Your orgasm caused you to clench around his cock even tighter than before, as if trying to push him out. But he wasn't going anywhere.

He slammed his cock inside you one last time, burying himself inside to the hilt. Your orgasm had triggered his own, causing him to shoot out his warm cum in ropes inside your pussy, painting your walls white. You whimpered slightly at the sensation, shaking in his grasp, your ears still ringing from your intense orgasm.

He almost couldn't stop cumming, your tight cunt milking him dry. He came and came, till he physically couldn't anymore, sliding his softening cock out. He watched as the sticky mixture of both of your cum dripped out of your pussy, causing him to quickly scoop it up and push it back inside you, making you whine at the over stimulation. He slowly laid you down on the bed, watching your body reel from the intense orgasm.

He slowly got up, slipping on his boxers and pants, preparing to make a quick trip to the pharmacy to get you a plan B pill, before sparing you another glance. He then spoke. “Stay still and wait for me to come back. Don't let any of my cum slip out, yea? Or else I'll have to fuck it back inside.”

His words barely registered in your head, your eyes drooping. You slowly drifted off to sleep, barely aware of his soft lips touching your own.

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˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ enhypen obliviously in love

hi.......lmfao i keep disappearing i swear i'm alive but my isnpo has been going down the drain but i got this cute lil idea also to take a break of all the smutty things i've been posting lolz... anyways hope you enjoy this one !

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WARNINGS ! none really i think?? this is just not my best work im sorry </3 word count: 1.9k a/n: sorry that some of them, mainly hee's, are smaller than others, my brain isn't functioning and i had a writer's block during this and if it's not goo it's bc i quite forced myself to write this bc i wanted to post sth :(

୨୧ LEE HEESEUNG ! - trying to hold your hand and failing

you and heeseung met through mutual friends in your first year of college and you became almost inseparable ever since then. in the beginning of it, you would only be together when the whole group was, but as time went by and you both started feeling more than just platonic feelings you two started hanging out alone as well. it was usual for heeseung to walk you to your apartment after classes and today was no different. you two walked side by side, the sun almost setting behind you. it was mostly quiet except for the background chatting and the small talk you two would make about something you saw. you could feel heeseung’s hand brushing against yours from time to time and you were internally cursing him out for not holding your hand already. after a few moments of silence, you heard heeseung sigh as he gained courage to hold your hand. his hand got closer to yours but- oh! a light post came between you two. needless to say heeseung was a blushing mess while you laughed at him.

୨୧ PARK JONGSEONG ! - confronting you about it

anyone had to be really blind to not notice the romantic connection there was between you and jay. it was so obvious you were both in love with each other, it was almost painful how one of the sides didn’t notice. that side being you. it’s not like you didn’t like jay romantically, because you do. a lot. but you felt like he just saw you as a best friend he tends to protect a lot. jay didn’t really show it, but he gets really frustrated when he tries to make a move on you in a subtle way, only for you to put him in the friend zone, but it’s all unintentional. every time someone tells you “jay totally likes you.” you’re quick to dismiss them because he would never see you like that. even though you’re the one saying it, it breaks you inside. until one day, you’re both in a diner, sharing fries and a milkshake and you can see jay fidgeting nervously and bouncing his leg repeatedly. “you’re restless, what’s going on?” you ask him, worried. jay sighs heavily and props his elbows on the table, staring at you with a serious expression. “look, i don’t know if i should just give up, because at this point you have to be pretending not to know.” he says “T-to know what?” he laughs at that. “that i like you, dummy.”

୨୧ SIM JAEYUN ! - tries to kiss you and fails

as childhood friends you and jake were always expected to end up dating by your fellow family members. you would always brush off any comments about you two (deep down you wish they were true) while jake just smiled like a fool while looking at you. it was no surprise when jake told his friends he liked you. it wasn’t hard to notice how he felt about you, seen the way he looks at you with glimmering eyes as he took in every word you say. he has never really tried to hide how he felt about you. he wasn’t ashamed of it and couldn’t wait for the moment you realized he liked you, because deep down he knew you felt like him too. it’s funny to him how he’s always making flirty comments and giving you kind of romantic presents and still you just thought he was playing his role as your best friend. but still, even though it was all funny and entertaining to watch, jake was tired of waiting and he decided to just directly show you how he feels. so that’s how you find yourself sitting in the park bench with him as layla plays around. jake takes a quiet deep breath as his hand comes up to brush your hair from your face, making you face him. he takes that as an opportunity to lean down. you, thinking he was gonna whisper something, turned your face to the side, making him bump his head against you. he starts laughing at you, making you confused. “you can’t really see it, can you?”

୨୧ PARK SUNGHOON ! - misunderstanding gone right ?

no one who knew you two understood how in hell you and sunghoon weren’t a couple. it was so obvious you both liked each other but still none of you seemed to do anything about it. you two were your class’s representatives so you two were almost always together and it wasn’t too hard to notice the lingering touches or stares you shared. but something the other students didn’t know was that you two had actually talked about your “feelings”. one day sunghoon almost overheard you telling your friend you liked him. “you like me?” he had asked “no! no, i don’t like you, sunghoon.” you answered trying to play it off. he nodded, his lips pursing. “good, then because i’m in love with someone else.”. it was something along those lines and you two had never talked about it again, but the tension never left. it felt heavy on you and it was painful to spend time alone with sunghoon so you settled that you were gonna tell him the truth. “remember that day you asked me if i liked you?” he hummed as he stopped in his tracks. “well, i lied. i like you, actually. i don’t want things to get awkward because you don’t feel the same but i needed to be honest.” his eyes widened as he stared at you like you were crazy. “are you kidding me? i only said i didn’t like you because you said you didn’t like me.” you gasped and pointed an accusing finger at him “why did you lie then? you said you were in love-” “hey! don’t put the blame on me now you lied too.” “well, we still can fix it right?” you said laughing making him do the same.

୨୧ KIM SUNOO ! - “PFT! who would ever like me?”

you and sunoo weren’t the closest people ever but you two spent a lot of time together since pretty much all of your friends were mutual. still, that fact didn’t stop you from developing a silly crush on him that quickly turned into something more serious the more you got to know him in the very few times the two of you were left alone after a group hangout. no one knew about it except for your best friend. you never told sunoo, not because you were afraid of rejection or him being rude because with how sweet his personality is, he would’ve rejected you in such a friendly manner it would make you think he’s reciprocating the feelings, but because no one like him would ever like you, he was way out of your league. so, confessing was definitely out of question, no matter how much your best friend would insist you would simply not do it. but in reality, it wasn’t really like that. one day you were hanging out with sunoo and your best friend at a cat cafe when suddenly in the conversation you said something along the words of “who would ever like?” and bold sunoo, was not afraid to hide his sincere feelings and answered with “i do.” he smiled while you looked up blushing furiously. your best friend laughing maniacally. “w-what?” sunoo chuckled at your reaction. “i thought i made it quite obvious that i liked you, silly.” oh! who would’ve guessed!

୨୧ YANG JUNGWON ! - heard you liked “someone else”

you and jungwon had met each other in sophomore year of highschool and it was safe to say there was a connection instantly that was more than just a platonic one. you two quickly became attached at the hip. if jungwon said he was going somewhere it was sure that you would be here two, if you were being invited somewhere they could already expect the “can jungwon come along?” question, and vice-versa. it wasn’t strange when people came up to either you or him and asked if you were dating each other and it honestly shocked everyone when you both would always answer no to it, even your own girlfriends found your “friendship” strange. they did not find the idea of a boy-girl friendship weird or impossible to exist but they just couldn’t see your dynamic as friends so it was bound for them to question you. you heard the question so many times you decided to just tell them “fine! yes, i like him so, what?” you saw their shocked faces but they weren’t looking at you. you looked behind you seeing jungwon behind you. when you locked eyes he was quick to turn his back and walk away making you panic. a few days have gone by after that and you decided you needed to talk to him. “i’m sorry i didn’t tell you sooner. i didn’t want things to get ruined by this.” jungwon stared at you “who even is tha guy?” he asked making you look at him as if he had three heads. “what?” you asked “what what?” “jungwon the guy is literally you, i thought that was settled already.” jungwon stayed silent before laughing like a maniac. “if you’re here to make fun of me you can-” jungwon shut you off with a kiss, making you relaize where things went wrong.

୨୧ NISHIMURA RIKI ! - i don’t even know how to word this one

let’s settle one thing. you two knew you both liked each other. romantically. you just don’t bother on labelling it or directly showing it to each other. everyone around you found your dynamic honestly weird but to you two it was more simple than people put it to be. it all started when you were really oblivious about ni-ki’s feelings for you so he decided to hint that he liked you more than a friend. like one time you were walking to his house and he just shoot “you look cute.” but you didn’t quite hear what he said, distracted by a dog “what did you say?” he sighed “i said you look like a fruit.” “riki that does not make sense, but whatever you say.” and he started gradually getting bolder. “i can’t get this song out of my head.” you told him during class “i can’t get you out of my head.” oh! that was new information for you “thanks…?” at this point you were acting dumb for him and he couldn’t take it anymore so he got even more straightforward. during one of your daily walks you were rambling about a flower you saw on the way and he just let you talk as his hand sneakily grabbed yours, making you stop talking and falter in your steps “what?” he asked as if it was nothing “n-nothing!” he smiled as he kept walking along with you. after that day he noticed a change. a good one. and that’s when he realized you had realized so he decided to just get to the point “is it weird if i kiss you?” he asked when you were eating lunch in the school garden. you put your drink down and turned to look at him. “honestly, riki? yes. do i care? no.” so with that he grabbed your face, kissing you as he smiled against your lips.

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