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[enhaeil]

I love my Jay filled feed so much

[enhaeil]

i miss you

you do? i miss u too 💔 talk to me whenever <3

[enhaeil]

if ur writing anything about jay u can definitely tag me

OR IF U SEE A GOOD FIC ABT HIM YES TAG ME MESSAGE ME IDC

[enhaeil]

what are your wips ?

hi <3 i actually don't have any

i don't know i write things on a whim a lot and usually finish it in one night... i do have a LOT of drafts and asks though . . . maybe i should revisit them

[enhaeil]

ALL MINE ! ☆ 박종성

—telling husband!jay to "get out" while you change.

✩ ₊˚

you saw a trend on tiktok of people telling their husbands to get out while they change just to see their reaction, and you thought it'd be hilarious to try it on jay.

"jay, baby, can you come here?" you yell from the bathroom, jay immediately making his way towards you.

"yeah?" he says appearing behind you.

"i don't know what to wear today and i wanted your opinion.." you say putting on your best acting skills.

"well what're your options, baby?" he says, stepping closer to the dresses in your hand.

"i was thinking between these two.."

jay puts his hand on his chin, clearly thinking hard about his decision, not paying any mind to you trying to stiffle a laugh.

"hmm .. i think you should go with the black one. you know I really love black on you. plus we can match." he says, wrapping his arm around your waist, pressing a kiss to your temple.

"okay, thank you! can you step out while I get changed?"

jay tries to hide it, but you don't fail to notice how his eyebrows furrow for a few seconds.

"yeah, of course baby, but ... why? everything okay?" he says, backing up to look at you.

"i'm fine!" you respond, playing it cool. "i just want to change real quick. just step out please?"

jay doesn't move, in fact he leans against the doorframe, eyes narrowing.

"wait, baby... we've been married for three years." he says slowly.

you nod, gesturing past the door with a teasing smile. "and you can spend the next three in the hallway if you don't scoot!"

he scoffs, stepping closer. "and also we, yes we, just had sex like ... this morning. in this exact room."

"Jay!" you giggle, trying not to break character.

"why are you acting brand new? like all this ain't mine, love." he teases, hands flying to your waist. your lips twitch as you try not to look at him.

"i mean you told me it was mine, remember? several times. loudly."

"Jay, please—" you finally break into laughter, hitting him with your shirt.

he pretends to be hurt, before playfully smacking your ass.

"that's what i thought!"

a/n: this is a very old draft like MONTHS ago.

[enhaeil]

I JUST MOANED FAWK

[enhaeil]

HEYYYYYY MOOTIE how are you doinggggg? Did you enjoy enha’s comeback and what’s your favorite song on the albummmm anywayssss since your inbox is dry I have a silly lil request so it’s enhypen’s reaction to reader doing a tiktok pranking them by calling to get a wax appointment but the waxer is a man 💀

HEY FAVE MOOT 🗣 i'm okay, I've been lacking writing motivation 😔 and yes i loved their comeback so much, my fave off the album is probably bad desire ngl. AND TOO CLOSE. but you know i love me some mfkin JAYYY SO HELIUM IS SPECIAL TO ME (producer jay i see u)

but what about you!? message me anytime if ur bored </3

AND THIS REQUEST IS SILLY I've been wanting to do an enha prank fic so ima add it to my list 👁

[enhaeil]

hi gorggggg need to sit down and indulge in your work tonighttt <333

wanna be moots c:?

OF COURSE WE CAN BE MOOTSss!

[enhaeil]

talk to me guys 🚬 i miss y'all

i opened my inbox/asks and a tumbleweed flew by ..

[enhaeil]

Hello, this is an important post not k-pop related.

I am american. I am a woman. and i am also hispanic. Loud and proud.

what is happening in america right now regarding ICE raids and now anti medically necessary abortions, is honestly and truly disgusting and heartbreaking. It is a form of abuse against humans as a whole. No longer are people able to strive to keep their families safe, no longer are woman allowed to medically eradicate a potentially hazardous pregnancy.

Our rights are being abolished. Families are being torn apart. This is wrong.

Now, i know this is just tumblr. A place a lot of people go to have a safe space and write their silly little fics but unfortunately things actively happening around the US are no longer able to be ignored or pushed aside. I advise you, as human beings to look into ways you can help families and woman struggling in america under trumps orders.

I am not a big account, i have just under 500 followers but i have seen absolutely no posts about this on my feed at all. Important topics such as these should be shared across every platform, not just twitter, tiktok, instagram. it should be shared wherever people are and i will not be silent on the topic.

if you support the acts trump has taken to tear families apart and create potentially dangerous situations to woman then please block me. Tumblr is a space i involve myself in and in no way shape or form do i want someone who thinks human rights are only reserved to white, republicans in my space. Block me.

Lastly, i will be linking some important resources to look into involving the raids and anti abortion laws. please, read them.

here. here. and here.

Thank you,

Rain.

[enhaeil]

BAD DESIRE ! ☆ 엔하이픈

"innocent girl, don't touch, don't do it, don't wanna take your golden light..."

bad desire (with or without you) - enhypen

c/w: suggestive in heeseungs, vampire!enha x reader, idk enha lore that well so sorry, angsty

⋆.˚✮🎧✮˚.⋆

heeseung ✩ ₊˚

a romantic night out that eventually leads to you straddling heeseung on his couch.

you can feel it in the way he kisses you, desperate yet careful, like he's fighting himself every second.

when your hands start to find their way to his shirt, he pulls away.

"i'm sorry, did i do too much?" you say moving off of him, until he grabs your waist to stop you.

"no— no, y/n. i want this. it's just ... if i lose control... if i hurt you ... i wont be able to live with myself."

you look into his eyes, sincere, soft, yet dark and desperate. you can tell he wants this as bad as you do.

"i trust you, hee. just please touch me."

heeseung's breath hitches, before he presses a surprisingly soft kiss to your lips.

"i need you to tell me if it's too much. if you say the word, i'll stop immediately."

jay ✩ ₊˚

you and jay have been dating for months, yet he wont let you touch or see him when the lights are on.

he comes home to you sleeping in his bed, chest rising and falling softly. he smiles to himself, ridding his clothes and hopping in the shower.

thinking you're still asleep, he comes out the bathroom, bare skin glowing in the moonlight.

but you'd been awake since he shut the bathroom door.

as he sits on the bed, you sit up, lightly grazing your fingertips over his faded scars and glowy skin.

he flinches, making you pull away.

"it's ugly isn't it? you can tell me the truth."

your heart twists. how could someone so beautiful say such hurtful things about himself?

"jay .."

"i can't stand the thought of you seeing me this way, y/n."

you don't say anything. you just lean down, pressing warm kisses over every scar and insecurity he may have.

"you're beautiful to me."

jake ✩ ₊˚

your relationship with jake was perfect, until it wasn't. until he started avoiding you. missing dates. not answering texts. eyes darting away.

so tonight, you corner him.

"jake, talk to me. what changed?"

he freezes. eyes avoiding yours once again.

"i'm not human, y/n. i don't want to hurt you. you deserve someone safer."

your heart aches for him, and you step closer, closing the space between you two.

"jake, i've only ever wanted you."

he stares at you like you've just undone him completely.

"don't... don't say that unless you mean it." he whispers, voice feeling weak.

"i mean it."

suddenly his hands are cupping your face, thumbs trembling as if he'll break you.

"then i can't hold back anymore."

sunghoon ✩ ₊˚

you tried pulling away, tried telling yourself you needed distance.

but tonight you felt the familiar grip of his hand on your wrist as you try to leave the club.

"you think you can run away from me?" his eyes are dark, voice low.

"let me go. this isn't healthy—"

"i tried to let go. without you, it's hell. i can't do it." he says, grip loosening just in case you wanted to leave.

"sunghoon.."

"please. please don't tell me to walk away again. i'm going crazy."

you shouldn’t give in. but the way he’s looking at you, is unfamiliar. a look that says he’d burn the world just to keep you.

sunoo ✩ ₊˚

sunoo hasn't fed in days. you can see it in the tremble of his hands and the gloss over his eyes.

"please, sunoo. let me help you." you beg, trying to get closer to him.

sunoo can't deny how sweet you smell, and how well he can hear your heartbeat. but he can't bring himself to do it.

"no, i can't. i'll hurt you."

"i trust you."

when you tilt your head, exposing your neck to him, his resolve shatters. he pulls you close, lips ghosting over you.

"if i do this, you have to tell me when to stop. promise me."

"i promise."

jungwon ✩ ₊˚

you and jungwon have been arguing back and forth for what felt like hours. he's just been so tense lately, and keeps taking it out on you.

"why do you keep pushing me away?" you shout, tears threatening to spill from your eyes.

something in him snaps, his voice rises, fangs peeking through, eyes glowing faintly.

"because i could hurt you! are you too naive to see that?"

you flinch. the room falls silent. he goes still.

in the next second he's across the room, arms around you, voice small.

"i'm so sorry, baby. i didn't mean to yell like that i— i promised i'd never hurt you and i did, i'm so sorry." he mumbles into your hair, holding you as if you were going to pack your bags and leave any moment now.

your tears wet his shirt, as he rubs your back. "i just don't want you to leave me, won."

"never," he says, pulling you impossibly closer.

niki ✩ ₊˚

you were always such a sweet, innocent girl. so imagine niki's suprise when you show up at his door begging him to turn you.

it's 4:03 AM when niki hears a knock at his door. he opens it, and there you are. standing on his porch, hair messy from sleep, breathing staggered.

"y/n? what're you doing here?" he speaks, voice low and confused.

you look up at him with shaky hands. "i need you."

he frowns, pulling you inside. "need me? baby it's four in the morning, is everything good?"

"i want you to turn me." you blurt out, louder than expected. "please, niki."

"y/n, where is this coming from?"

you step closer now, eyes burning into his. "forever isn't enough for me." you whisper. "i want more. i want all of you."

"y/n—"

"i'm sure of this niki. bite me. ruin me. i don't care, just do it."

his breath stutters, hands fidgeting at his sides. "if i do this, there's no going back, y/n."

a/n: hey yawl long time no see. i have no motivation to write anymore but this was actually sooo fun to write 😭 i need to dig into enha vampire lore more this is tea

[enhaeil]

GIVING YOU THE BEST THAT I GOT ! ☆ 박종성

"ain't there something I can give you in exchange for everything you give to me? read my mind and make me feel just fine, when I think my peace of mind is out of reach.."

giving you the best that i got - anita baker

c/w: none very fluff very in love

✩ ₊˚

to everyone else, this was your normal saturday night. but to you, this night of all nights, felt like a blessing.

no calls, no obligations, just you, and your husband.

you're in your robe, fuzzy socks sliding across the tile as you stir the pot on the stove, humming along to the anita baker vinyl he bought you months ago, as the scent of garlic and rosemary fills the air.

jay leans against the counter, tank top on and arms doing entirely too much, but that's a subject for later.

he watches you like you're the only thing that ever mattered. he's been quiet for the past few minutes, earning a side-eye from you.

"aren't you supposed to be cutting vegetables?" you giggle, still stirring.

jay smirks. "you're too beautiful not to look at."

you can't deny the way he makes your heart flutter even after so many years. "flattery doesn't get you out of cutting veggies, jay." you say, pointing the spoon at him.

he walks over anyway, arms looping around your waist, lips brushing your shoulder. "i'm serious. you could wear a trash bag and still make me lose my mind."

you're about to respond, but he sways you gently, pulling you into a slow dance. you giggle as he clumsily spins you, your cheek pressed against his chest.

"you're so annoying," you mumble into his skin, smilling to yourself.

"and you still married me." he kisses the top of your head. "which i thank the universe for everyday."

his hands slide a little lower, over your hips, pulling you flush against him. you feel the air shift.

"you tryna start something?" you ask softly, looking up at him through your lashes.

he lifts your chin up, eyes locking with yours.

"not yet. just felt like loving on you a little."

a/n: cant stray away from jay too long

[enhaeil]

kudos to my smut writers out here... i dont see how y'all can do it

IVE WRITTEN TWO SMUTS ON HERE AND I STILL GET SCARED TO DO IT LIKE

[enhaeil]

YOU'RE STILL MINE ! ☆ 니키

"don't leave, i'm on my way there . am I still your favorite?"

you're still mine - larissa lambert

reuploaded. ex! niki , suggestive, maybe a lil toxic reader

✩ ₊˚

the second his lips touch yours it's like muscle memory. no thoughts, no hesitation, just the sound of lips smacking and soft sighs between the two of you.

it started with just 'catching up.' it always does. but now your legs are thrown over his, lips swollen, and your breath shallow.

"this wasn't supposed to happen, y/n." he mumbles into your skin, hands tightening around your waist.

you grip his jaw, tilting his face to yours. "then go."

he doesn't move. he doesn't lift you off of him. he just stares at you like you're breaking him all over again.

"look me in the eye and tell me you regret it. that this was a mistake and you shouldn't have come here." you lean in, brushing your lips against his. "say it, and i'll let you walk away."

but he can't. and he doesn't.

instead he kisses you again, more rushed, as if he wants this as bad as you do.

the kisses turn messier, hands in hair, hips shifting. breaths hitching when you press against him a little too perfectly. hands gripping onto you for dear life, or maybe he's just trying to hold onto what's left of his dignity.

you're not sure how long you stay wrapped up in him on your couch, you never do. but when it's over, you're still in his arms, chest rising and falling against his. the room is too quiet now.

he leans back, running a hand through his now dampened hair. "how long are we gonna keep this up?"

you don't flinch, or miss a beat. "until you stop showing up."

he lets out a dry, humorless laugh. "you say that like i have a choice."

you finally shift off his lap, peeling yourself off of him in silence, as you fix your disheveled clothes.

"you're not even gonna say anything?" he asks, voice low as he grabs his jacket.

"what do you want me to say niki? that i missed you? that i wanted this to happen?" you pause. "that wouldn't change anything."

niki just nods, sliding his shoes on.

"you gonna go back to her?" you ask.

niki freezes. "there is no her, y/n."

you cross your arms, watching him slip his left shoe on. "there better not be."

he scoffs. "you don't own me, y/n."

"didn't say i did."

"you sure as hell act like it." he says, reaching for the doorknob.

"if i didn't care, i wouldn't say shit. you know this, niki."

he turns back slowly, facial expression unreadable. "you only care when it's convenient."

that one stings. and he knows it.

you step closer. "i care always. you're just so focused on trying to forget me to notice."

"this," he gestures between the two of you, frustrated, "this is why we never work. you push me away and pull me back in like i'm still yours."

"you still are." your voice softens, just enough to be dangerous.

he swallows hard, starting to lose his composure. "you think saying that suddenly makes it okay?"

"no," you admit quietly. "but it's the only thing that's true."

his hand falls from the doorknob.

"you're still mine, niki. even when we both pretend you're not." you say, disappearing to your room, hoping to hear his footsteps behind you.

then you do. it's like he never left.

a/n: tell this tumbla to stop playin w me

[enhaeil]

who in enhypen do you think is a “tell me you love me” typa guy during sex?🤤

HMMMMM.

I say jake and sunghoon, honorable mention jay.

☆ jake is desperate with it, like it gets him off. as he's nearing his orgasm and his thrusts start getting sloppier, he's damn near BEGGING you to say it, tears welling in his eyes. he won't finish until you do. bonus points if you make him wait for it.

☆ sunghoon is more dominant with it. he's not asking you, it's a command. he likes watching you struggle to form a sentence, going harder the moment you begin to try. he won't let YOU cum until you say it.

☆ bonus jay: he'll never ask you to say it but if it slips out it 100% affects him. he loves hearing how much you love him and how good he makes you feel. you don't miss the way his hips stutter when you confess you love him.

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BEST YOU EVER HAD ! ☆ 이희승

"ain't this what you came for? don't you wish you came more? girl, what you're playing for? ah, come on..."

tonight (best you ever had) - john legend

c/w: smut, down bad!heeseung x reader, fluff, comedy, drinking, lalalala

—₊✩‧₊˚౨ৎ˚₊✩‧₊

lee heeseung is so used to women falling at his feet. but you? you weren't that simple. and heeseung has tried everything.

smooth texts, warm smiles, and suggestive looks. always finding a reason to be near you. you? unbothered, ignoring him, and going on about your day. when you do flirt, you never let him have too much. you smile, but never fall for his games.

yet every rejection only makes him want you more.

"c'mon, y/n. just one chance. i promise it'll be worth it!" he says chasing after you as you walk to class, hands reaching to carry your backpack, which you allow him to do.

"not interested, heeseung." you don't even spare him a glance as you reject him once again.

you finally reach your classroom and turn around to reach for your bag, locking eyes with heeseung in the process.

"so i'll see you after class?" he says, hands purposely grazing yours as he hands you your bag.

"do i have a choice?" you say sarcastically, making him smile at you.

"not really!" he laughs, but you know he's serious.

"what will it take to make you leave?"

heeseung thinks for a moment as if this was a life-altering question, and to him, it was.

"maybe ... a kiss? i mean, it'll do for now."

a few moments of silence passes as you stare at him, gears in your brain turning. heeseung takes this as an opportunity to slowly lean in, face inching closer to yours.

but right before he gets the kiss he's been yearning for, you back away with a smirk. "nice try, heeseung."

"you're killing me, y/n." he says, holding his chest as if you just shot him.

"i know." and with that, you disappear into your classroom.

heeseung runs his hands through his hair before making his way to his class. god, what do i have to do to earn her?

—✩ ₊˚

the school day ends, and you do see heeseung again. and several times after that. now he's walking you back to your dorm. you didn't ask him to, but he claims you need protection.

"you always walk this slow, or is it just with me?" you ask, as heeseung turns your 3 minute walk into 5.

"maybe i'm trying to drag it out so you'll talk to me more."

"how's that going for you?"

"you wound me, woman. guess i'll have to woo you over with my charm or... persistence."

"well you got the persistence part down."

"is it working?"

you don't try to hide the small smile that forms on your face. he can be funny sometimes.

"anyways, i'm throwing a thing at my place tonight. a little something, just a few drinks, and some music. you should come!" he says, catching up to you.

you stop walking as you raise a brow. "you sure it's not just an excuse to get me in your house?"

heeseung smirks, "that's a plus. but i just wanna see you outside of this hell hole."

you ponder on it a bit, before continuing to walk. "i'll think about it.."

heeseung smiles, bouncing around like a child. "that's all i ask. if you come i promise i'll behave. scouts honor! unless you don't want me to ..."

"bye, heeseung" you say, shoving him off the side walk a bit.

—✩ ₊˚

you finally make it into your dorm, throwing your bag down.

"this guy really thinks he's got it like that.." you think as you kick off your shoes and plop down on your bed.

you stare at your ceiling, thoughts running through your head.

maybe a party won't be so bad ... i'm allowed to have fun..

you walk to your closet, shuffling through the items you have in there before you spot a dress you never got to wear.

wouldn't hurt to go, right?

—✩ ₊˚

before you know it, it's time to head out. you're already 30 minutes late which, was completely intentional.

you look at yourself in the mirror one more time, smoothing your dress out. before grabbing your purse and car keys, heading out the door.

as you arrive, you can already hear the music from your car. "a little something" my ass.

you debate about driving back to your dorm, not even knowing why you brought yourself here. you decide to go inside, knocking on the door.

you shiver a bit as the night breeze hits your exposed arms. then the door clicks open, revealing the man who annoys you the most. but for once, he's quiet.

"y/n ... you came." he speaks after a few moments, his eyes lighting up at the sight of you.

"yeah! i did." the silence is thick as he stares you down from the doorway.

"uh.. can you let me in? it's cold."

he's shaken out of his trance. "oh- oh yeah, come in."

you finally step inside, taking in your surroundings. his house is nice, underneath all the red cups and drunk college students.

"you clean up nice." he looks you up and down. "i mean, not that you don't always look nice— you always look... extremely nice." he stutters, dazed.

"right. where are the drinks?"

he takes you towards the kitchen, where you shuffle through his fridge, looking for something you'd enjoy.

"you know, I didn't think you'd show up." he says, sipping his drink.

you shrug, picking up a bottle and reading the label. strawberry daiquiri ... that's more like it. "guess i was bored."

"nothing better to do than to walk into my party wearing that dress?"

"don't flatter yourself." you say, walking away, heeseung not too far behind you.

your daiquiri wasn't enough to get you drunk, or even tipsy, but enough to make you let loose a bit.

you mingle around, making conversation with a few people you know from your classes. heeseung eventually leaves your side, not that you noticed. but his eyes never left you once.

you feel a hand brush your arm and it's none other than him.

"dance with me" he says, and before you can protest you're already getting dragged to the living room.

it's barely dancing, just swaying and heeseung trying to keep up with you.

"heeseung, you're drunk." you giggle at him, his cheeks flushed.

"yeah? i'm sober enough to know exactly what i want." he pauses, twirling you to the music. "sober enough to know that it's you."

his hand slides to your lower back, as if he was trying to keep you steady.

"you really don't quit do you?" you say, brow raised. "you've probably got a lineup of girls waiting to get in your pants, yet you're worried about what's in mine."

"probably. but i don't want any of them."

you scoff at his cockiness, but entertain him nonetheless.

"this ain't what you want, heeseung. i don't even think you can handle all of this." you reply, still swaying to the beat of the music.

heeseung freezes for a second, blinking once, then twice, before he laughs, quiet and low, looking at you with that same dazed look from earlier.

"let me prove it, then." he says, hands reaching for yours.

"give me one chance ...i promise i'll be the best you ever had."

you stand there, staring at him. his hands are cold, but your body is warm. you want to open your mouth, to say something snarky, to shut him down as always.

but you see it. that look in his eyes. dazed. hungry. like he already knows you inside and out.

maybe it's the music. maybe it's the daiquiri burning in your stomach. maybe you just wanted to give in for once. but you agree, softly.

"okay."

his eyes widened a bit, not expecting you to agree. he plays it off with a smirk, before leading you through the crowd.

he takes you up the stairs, and into his room, door clicking softly behind you.

you look around his room, noticing the action figures and posters on his wall. weird. he's a total geek..

you turn around, seeing he hasn't moved from his spot. heeseung, the man who has been begging for your time for months, hasn't moved an inch.

"you getting cold feet?" you say, smirk evident on your face.

"i don't wanna mess this up." his voice is low, vulnerable, as his eyes flick down to your lips and then back to your eyes.

"have you messed up before?" you say, brows raised.

"they weren't you."

you hold his gaze, smirk faltering for a second, not expecting that response.

"careful. you sound like you might like me." you say, shaking off the thought.

he finally moves from the door, making his way towards you. "i do. always have."

"you can still change your mind." he says, hands itching to touch you.

"you want me to?" there's a short moment of silence between them.

"you know I don't."

heeseung's hands lightly rub against your waist, as if he were trying to memorize your curves. he pulls you against him, whispering in your ear.

"tell me you want this like i do."

your chest rises a little faster now, as his hand rests on your face. not demanding, just there.

"i want this."

heeseung moves slowly, thumb caressing your face as his other hand roams down your body. he presses light kisses against your jaw, as if he's testing to see if you'll stop him.

you don't.

his lips finally meet yours, and it's nothing like you expected. it's patient, and intentional. his mouth works over yours like he's been waiting for this, which he has. yet he takes his time like he's savoring the way you taste.

one of his hands cradles the back of your neck, holding you as if you might pull away. your hands play with the hem of his shirt, and he grins against your lips.

"slow down, baby. i'm not going anywhere." he smirks.

"you've been begging for this. now you have it." you say, neediness evident in your voice.

he walks you backwards until you fall back onto his bed, hovering over you as he kneels between your legs, spreading them gently with both hands.

"i don't wanna just fuck you. i wanna ruin every memory you've ever had of anyone else touching you."

he leans in, pressing open-mouthed kisses down your neck, leaving trails of heat on your skin, goosebumps appearing on your skin as his teeth graze your collarbone.

his hands are at the end of your dress, lifting it with a soft, questioning look, before you give him permission to continue.

clothes come off piece by piece, as if you were unwrapping each other. he takes his time undressing you, not wanting to ruin this moment by rushing.

once you're bare beneath him, he looks at you. the kind of stare that makes you feel even more vulnerable than you already are. the kind that makes you want to close your legs and cover your chest.

"fuck ... you're perfect."

he kisses his way down your stomach, hands caressing your thighs as he holds them open.

his eyes lock on what he's been craving the most, glistening and waiting for him.

"didn't know a girl I've been getting rejected by for months could get this wet for me." he says chuckling.

you roll your eyes, ready to spew out a comeback. until his thumb finds your clit.

your back immediately arches off the bed, a soft gasp leaving your lips.

heeseung watches you in awe, as he rubs tight circles on your clit. his mouth waters at the sight, desperately wanting to taste you.

his body leans down, face right in front your clit. you can feel his breath fanning against you, before his tongue licks a stripe up your cunt.

heeseung devours you like a starved man, deprived of heaven's water. his tongue is slow and patient at times and rushed and hungry in the next. his lips wrap around your clit, sucking on it, before letting it go with a wet pop.

his fingers find their way inside you, one, then two, as he works you toward an orgasm. his long thick fingers find your spot immediately, as if he already knew your body.

you moan sharply, hand reaching for his arm, as your hips meet his movements.

his lips make their way back to your clit, sucking on it like it was his only source of hydration, his fingers never halting as he brings you closer.

you moan, feeling too good.

"you close, baby?" he says, looking up at you while his tongue still works on your body.

you can barely respond, grabbing his hair and grinding right against his lips. your release comes soon after, juices soaking the bottom half of his face.

he works you through your orgasm before slowly pulling his fingers out and bringing them towards his mouth.

"god, how did i go so long without tasting you?" he says, wiping his lips with the back of his hands.

you stare at him, breathless, body still flinching from the aftermath of your orgasm.

"you good? i didn't tear you up that quick did i?" he says smirking.

"how can you be such a douche even after i gave you pussy?" you say rolling your eyes, head flopping back onto the pillow.

he laughs, sliding a condom onto himself.

" wait ... you don't want me to...?" you prop yourself up on your elbows.

"what?" he says, eyebrows furrowing as he pushes you back down.

"you know ... suck your ..." you say, trailing off at the end of sentence.

"considering it's about to be inside you, i think it's okay to say dick, baby." he teases, making you huff.

"but no. you're the prize here. and i wanna earn you." he says, gathering your essence as lube, his head catching your entrance along the way.

"this isn't just sex to me. i want to be the only person who has you this way." his tip, is pressed against you, leaking and ready.

"you still sure about this?" he asks one last time.

you can barely nod before he slides inside of you. your hands fly to his biceps, as he stills. when you look up at him, he looks absolutely wrecked.

mouth open, breathing staggered, sweat dripping down his chest.

after a few moments, he pulls back, almost out, and slams back in, knocking the wind right out of you.

"fuck, heeseung." you moan, back arching as he works inside of you.

he lets out grunts, and groans here and there, but his pace is purposeful, focusing on making you feel good.

"god, y/n you feel like heaven." he says, grabbing your legs, and pressing them against you, new position causing him to hit deeper inside of you.

his name falls off your lips like a prayer, as he continues to fuck into you.

as he feels you tighten up, he pulls out, earning a whine from you.

"sorry baby, but i need you on top of me."

he sits against his headboard, waiting for you. you hover over his lap before taking him in one go, making him throw his head back.

you immediately set a fast pace, alternating between bouncing and grinding against him.

heeseung sounds absolutely pathetic under you, his eyes locked on where you two connect. so he's louder in this position. noted.

his hungry mouth finds its way towards your right nipple, fingers pinching the left.

you let out the sluttiest moan, feeling your orgasm approaching quickly.

his other hand, wanders down to your clit, rubbing fast, sloppy circles against it.

he feels you start to tighten around him, breath hitching and legs shaking against his.

he meets your hips from the bottom, thrusts turning deeper and more deliberate. "i feel it, you're right there, huh?"

"let go for me, yeah? don't hold back."

you moan, clenching tightly around him as your body arches and he groans against your neck.

"there you go, y/n .... that's it baby. you look so pretty cumming around me.." he moans, pressing a kiss on the corner of your mouth. his thrusts don't stop, despite your legs giving out, as he fucks you into overstimulation.

you're left a wet, whimpering mess, while he chases his release, stilling deep inside you as he releases into the condom.

he slowly pulls out of you, laying you down carefully on the bed, as he flops beside you, chest still rising and falling.

"you okay?" his whispers, his voice slightly hoarse. "wasn't too much?"

you shake your head, still catching your breath. he looks at you for some moments, having everything he's ever wanted, a mess in his bed right now.

"don't overthink it." he speaks into the silence, already knowing where your mind is going. "you let me see all of you tonight. i'm not going anywhere."

"if i didn't, would you have left?"

"no." he doesn't even let a beat pass. "i'd still want you. still think about you. still be trying to get under your skin in the worst way." he says, letting out a breathy laugh.

"i truly want you y/n. so let me stay this time. really stay."

a/n: uhhhhhhh yeah

tagz. @nithxhoon (wouldn't let me tag u)

[enhaeil]

i have long-ish college heeseung fic coming up. ITS NOT AN ASK but . i hope u guys like it