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JAY DAY TODAY 🥺🥺❤️🥺❤️🥺❤️🥺❤️❤️❤️

[enree9h]

You’re telling me em dash - is a ChatGPT indicator!??!!! Fam I’ve got adhd. I cannot I repeat CANNOT write a sentence with less than 30 words and an em dash. I have 38 tabs open in my mind and 4 of them are glitching.

[enree9h]

I love my Jay filled feed so much

[enree9h]

POST GYM WORK OUTS | PJS

synopsis : the janitor's closet seemed like the best place for a quick post-gym workout session with the shy guy you’d always had your sights on. wc : 2.2k warnings : SMUT, MDNI, p in v, making out, unprotected se.x (not for you tho), creampie, try to ignore the grammatical errors if you find any.

The janitor's closet was not the place Jay had in mind but if that’s what you wanted that is where it would happen. 

Your fingers disappear in the mop of his hair and you pull him closer by his neck until you feel your tits press against his chest. You want him to be as close as possible, you want to leave smelling like him- the remnants of his scent that stuck to his sweaty skin. Your lips move with his in a clumsy haste but neither of you minds because at the moment your bodies stay clouded with raging lust. 

You feel him pull away and the loss of his warmth leaves the cold air to sweep over your heated body. “What’s the matter?”, you coo as your fingers leave his hair and come to rest on the slope of his neck. 

There are so many things Jay catches swirling in your eyes, but what stands out the most is your impulsive hunger for him. Would you remember it was him after all this was over? Did it even matter to you who it was? Who he was? The thought of it was enough to fuel his hurried desires for you. But he didn’t want to let you go without leaving traces of him on you- marks that left purple blooming on your skin. 

Jay feels your fingers run over his neck, the sweat sticks to your skin but you don’t seem to mind. Instead, you like it, it was his sweaty self walking out of the gym that got you all worked up and eager to pull him into a dark corner, alone. He watches your eyes dance over his face and dives in, crashing his lips on yours. 

A faint gasp leaves your mouth but it dies the second you feel his tongue slide into your mouth. From then on, Jay doesn’t let you draw a complete breath. Hurried fingers find your thighs and nails leave the half moons engraved on your flesh. His hands travel lower until he’s pushing you against the wall of the tiny closet, swiftly tugging on your calves until you wrap them around him. 

Jay pushes into you, and your core lining with the dent in his pants makes you gasp against his mouth. His eagerness leaves you wanting more. You've always loved ogling at the shy Jay, the “Are you talking to me?” Jay. You’d look for excuses to stride into the gym, “Jake you forgot your headphones, want me to drop by the gym?”, “I’m walking by the gym, do you need anything?”, “I’m bored. Can I come and watch you ?”. Jake knew it wasn’t him you’d watch and it was painfully obvious. 

You moan into his mouth when his fingers squeeze the flesh of your ass. The sound of it makes Jay pull you closer, he pushes his clothed cock into your throbbing clit. Your spine arches at the pressure and you throw your head back- eyes rolling, lips swollen. 

You want more, you need him. You want him to plunge into you until you’re gnawing at the walls, crying out in pleasure. So you pull away, “Jay”, you whisper against his lips. “Baby I need you.” When you look at him your breath gets caught in your throat. You see his eyes turn dark the second the words leave your mouth but his furrowed eyebrows collapse in a pleading cry. It’s as if he’d been wishing, praying, hoping for this to happen. As if he’d been ready to beg for it, for you, if you had walked away from him. 

His lips find your neck and he slowly lowers you to your feet. Preoccupied with the sensation of his teeth nibbling on your skin you don’t register his fingers disappearing under your dress. He tugs on the lining of your underwear but you stay pinned under his lips sucking on your neck. Seeing you make no attempts to remove your underwear Jay pushes his knuckles against your clit. 

A cry leaves your lips and your back arches, your hardened nipples dig into his heaving chest. “You like that, angel?” Jay whispers into your ear and you feel your body move involuntarily- pushing against his fingers. 

A desperate cry leaves your lips when you feel his fingers leave you but soon you are left naked under your skirt, underwear on the ground- out of sight. And his fingers find you again. His lips catch yours. Your teeth sink into the swollen flesh of his lips as a bolt of pleasure travels through your body. Eyes rolling back at his thumb rubbing circles on your throbbing clit. 

To Jay, this was his wildest fantasy coming to life, only if he could have more time- every day. He’d spend every waking hour making you cry for him, go on until your limbs gave out. He knew this was probably the only time he’d get to touch you like this, hear you groan into his ear, bite his shoulders. He wanted to drop down to his knees and bury his head between your thighs until his nose pressed against your folds. 

The urge was loud in mind but the dent in his pants begged louder. 

Was it really that loud? Jay thinks to himself in surprise. Because the very next second he finds your hands reaching for his already hard length. As if out practice- light rage clouds Jay's already hazy mind- your fingers slip into his sweatpants. A strangled groan echoes in your ear and you take it as a sign to go on. 

His face finds the crook of your neck as your fingers wrap around his length. With a gradually increasing pace, you slide your hands over him- the pre cum making it easier for you. When you find the tip and rub a little harder you hear him cry into your skin. It only makes your eager fingers- wrapped around him, move faster. 

“Shit,” his body shudders and his hands come to grab yours in a hurry. You huff out a chuckle, “You wanna go longer, baby?”  you know it drives him nuts, his warming skin under your palm is enough to tell you that. This was your favourite thing about him- the relentless teasing he took with a hushed look. 

Your mind recalls all the times you’d approach him in the gym. “Spot me?” You'd ask with a pout, your eyes dark. And Jay would stand there, out of breath, contemplating what was happening. His sweaty skin would burn brighter, flush a deep shade of red. 

Knowing barely anything about lifting weights you would stand there cluelessly, waiting for him to walk closer and come to stand bending you. “Isn't spotting done,” you look back and grab his hands- they lay suspended in the air on both sides of your waist, “like this?” you utter, pulling him closer by his hands as you swiftly planted them on your waist. Once the dumbbell was in your hands you’d make sure to bend a little extra as you went down, brushing against a flustered and slightly breathless Jay. 

Jay let your whispered laugh ring in his ears, to him the sound of even that was sensual and mind numbing. 

He gently turns you around until your back comes into his view. “Bend for me” he pleads in your ear, his breath is hot against your skin. And you silently comply. You bend until you feel his dick graze your skirt. You move over it, grind lightly all while Jay slips out of his sweatpants with ease.

He palms your ass eagerly and lifts your skirt until your naked flesh comes into view. Jay breathes out, it’s an unsteady and shaky one, his pupils dilate at the sight of your curving spine. You smile in the dark and push into him further with a hurried need to feel him. 

Jay strokes his length up and down, coating it in his pre cum, making sure it slid into you just right. His chest rises with impatient pants and rushing blood. Was this a fever dream? The sight of you bent over, whining for his cock, rubbing all up against him. “Jay” you cry, rubbing circles on his twitching cock with your ass and look back at him. 

A smirk graces your lips and your eyes hold a look of filtered innocence and it drives Jay to a new high. Your hair falls over your shoulder in an ethereal way and you tilt your head to find his eyes, Jay feels his breath get knocked out. Through the tiny slit in the closet light falls on you, it hits you just right. Your hazy, lust-filled eyes glowing just for him. 

He positions his tip against your pussy and your body stills at the sound of his groans. He moves it over your entrance, coats it with his pre cum, and lets your wetness coat him. Your eyes roll back and your jaw clenches, you need him to plunge into, rut into your hole until his release runs down your thighs. “Jay please” you whimper, your voice throaty.

“What do you want me to do, pretty girl?” He bends until his face is inches from yours. His lips find your neck in a feather-light peck and you arch your back at how a simple touch of his lips sent goosebumps dotting your flushed skin. 

He wants to hear you beg, he wants to- scratch that- needs to hear you cry for him and you know it. Know it from the tremble in his voice, from the blush that left his neck red and hot. 

You give it to him. 

“Fuck me” you turn your head and whisper against his lips, “please, Jay.” You tease and that is all it takes for him to thrust his cock into you. 

He doesn’t give you time to process it. You hear him cursing under his breath. It’s hot and gets you desperately needing more of it whispered into your ears. 

Jay feels his body give out. Fuck, you felt good- no, you felt mind-numbingly awesome. His dick sliding in and out with ease leaves him panting against your neck. He wonders if he’ll ever get to feel this way after today. Get to fuck you dumb. Get to hear you groan against your arm as you try your hardest to not let the sounds escape the tiny, hot closet. 

He plunges into you with such force it leaves you trembling. His cock stretches you out in the best way possible. Your walls close in around him and you feel him twitch inside you. 

“Harder, baby” you moan. The name ignites something in Jay, his fingers grip your hips harder and his thrusts become stronger, more like how you wanted them to be. He’d do anything if you called out to him in that voice- breathy and entrancing, desperate and only for him to hear. He knew the second the words fell out of your mouth, he would spend the rest of his living days replaying them in his mind. He knew they were going to haunt him on the nights he’d have to spend alone, with his hands in his pants and thoughts of you driving him to his climax. 

His hand leaves your hips and slides under your skirt. You feel his fingers reach for your pulsating clit. He takes hold of it all while he continues plunging into you and rubs his thumb against the hood of your clit. You cry out, your back arches and your head falls into the crook of Jay's neck. 

His cock hits your cervix and pleasure erupts in your body with every thrust, his perfectly paced fingers move over your clit and you see stars. You bite into the flesh of your arm and moan. 

Jay leaves your clit when he feels you shudder against him, you whine but he doesn’t give into it. “Sorry angel” He needs to stretch this for as long as possible. He needs to see you bent over for him, needs to feel his dick slide in and out of your dripping pussy, he needs you with him. 

But Jay fears he won't last long enough for that. From the way your pulsating walls enveloped his cock and the way his thrusts were becoming increasingly harder and faster, Jay could see his climax speeding towards him. 

When he watched your hand disappear under your skirt he knew he wouldn't be the only one crashing down. You rub your clit and rub it until the knot in your belly tightens. A couple more thrusts from Jay and you had come undone. 

Jay felt his cock get drenched in your release and that is all it took for him to go plummeting down from the high. Ropes of his cum shoot into your hole and you press into him further until you feel his cum running down your thighs. You smile and sigh, it’s just how you’d imagined it to be. Your mind- still winding down from the high, goes blank and you let yourself breathe. 

You look back to find a breathless Jay, hair sticks to his forehead and sweat runs down his neck. Your eyes hold a mischievous glint, when you catch his half-lidded eyes you smile and ask,

“So what do you usually do after the gym?” 

[enree9h]

POST GYM WORK OUTS | PJS

synopsis : the janitor's closet seemed like the best place for a quick post-gym workout session with the shy guy you’d always had your sights on. wc : 2.2k warnings : SMUT, MDNI, p in v, making out, unprotected se.x (not for you tho), creampie, try to ignore the grammatical errors if you find any.

The janitor's closet was not the place Jay had in mind but if that’s what you wanted that is where it would happen. 

Your fingers disappear in the mop of his hair and you pull him closer by his neck until you feel your tits press against his chest. You want him to be as close as possible, you want to leave smelling like him- the remnants of his scent that stuck to his sweaty skin. Your lips move with his in a clumsy haste but neither of you mind because at the moment your bodies stay clouded with raging lust. 

You feel him pull away and the loss of his warmth leaves the cold air to sweep over your heated body. “What’s the matter?”, you coo as your fingers leave his hair and come to rest on the slope of his neck. 

There are so many things Jay catches swirling in your eyes, but what stands out the most is your impulsive hunger for him. Would you remember it was him after all this was over? Did it even matter to you who it was? Who he was? The thought of it was enough to fuel his hurried desires for you. But he didn’t want to let you go without leaving traces of him on you- marks that left purple blooming on your skin. 

Jay feels your fingers run over his neck, the sweat sticks to your skin but you don’t seem to mind. Instead, you like it, it was his sweaty self walking out of the gym that got you all worked up and eager to pull him into a dark corner, alone. He watches your eyes dance over his face and dives in, crashing his lips on yours. 

A faint gasp leaves your mouth but it dies the second you feel his tongue slide into your mouth. From then on, Jay doesn’t let you draw a complete breath. Hurried fingers find your thighs and nails leave the half moons engraved on your flesh. His hands travel lower until he’s pushing you against the wall of the tiny closet, swiftly tugging on your calves until you wrap them around him. 

Jay pushes into you, and your core lining with the dent in his pants makes you gasp against his mouth. His eagerness leaves you wanting more. You've always loved ogling at the shy Jay, the “Are you talking to me?” Jay. You’d look for excuses to stride into the gym, “Jake you forgot your headphones, want me to drop by the gym?”, “I’m walking by the gym, do you need anything?”, “I’m bored. Can I come and watch you ?”. Jake knew it wasn’t him you’d watch and it was painfully obvious. 

You moan into his mouth when his fingers squeeze the flesh of your ass. The sound of it makes Jay pull you closer, he pushes his clothed cock into your throbbing clit. Your spine arches at the pressure and you throw your head back- eyes rolling, lips swollen. 

You want more, you need him. You want him to plunge into you until you’re gnawing at the walls, crying out in pleasure. So you pull away, “Jay”, you whisper against his lips. “Baby I need you.” When you look at him your breath gets caught in your throat. You see his eyes turn dark the second the words leave your mouth but his furrowed eyebrows collapse in a pleading cry. It’s as if he’d been wishing, praying, hoping for this to happen. As if he’d been ready to beg for it, for you, if you had walked away from him. 

His lips find your neck and he slowly lowers you to your feet. Preoccupied with the sensation of his teeth nibbling on your skin you don’t register his fingers disappearing under your dress. He tugs on the lining of your underwear but you stay pinned under his lips sucking on your neck. Seeing you make no attempts to remove your underwear Jay pushes his knuckles against your clit. 

A cry leaves your lips and your back arches, your hardened nipples dig into his heaving chest. “You like that, angel?” Jay whispers into your ear and you feel your body move involuntarily- pushing against his fingers. 

A desperate cry leaves your lips when you feel his fingers leave you but soon you are left naked under your skirt, underwear on the ground- out of sight. And his fingers find you again. His lips catch yours. Your teeth sink into the swollen flesh of his lips as a bolt of pleasure travels through your body. Eyes rolling back at his thumb rubbing circles on your throbbing clit. 

To Jay, this was his wildest fantasy coming to life, only if he could have more time- every day. He’d spend every waking hour making you cry for him, go on until your limbs gave out. He knew this was probably the only time he’d get to touch you like this, hear you groan into his ear, bite his shoulders. He wanted to drop down to his knees and bury his head between your thighs until his nose pressed against your folds. 

The urge was loud in mind but the dent in his pants begged louder. 

Was it really that loud? Jay thinks to himself in surprise. Because the very next second he finds your hands reaching for his already hard length. As if out practice- light rage clouds Jay's already hazy mind- your fingers slip into his sweatpants. A strangled groan echoes in your ear and you take it as a sign to go on. 

His face finds the crook of your neck as your fingers wrap around his length. With a gradually increasing pace, you slide your hands over him- the pre cum making it easier for you. When you find the tip and rub a little harder you hear him cry into your skin. It only makes your eager fingers- wrapped around him, move faster. 

“Shit,” his body shudders and his hands come to grab yours in a hurry. You huff out a chuckle, “You wanna go longer, baby?”  you know it drives him nuts, his warming skin under your palm is enough to tell you that. This was your favourite thing about him- the relentless teasing he took with a hushed look. 

Your mind recalls all the times you’d approach him in the gym. “Spot me?” You'd ask with a pout, your eyes dark. And Jay would stand there, out of breath, contemplating what was happening. His sweaty skin would burn brighter, flush a deep shade of red. 

Knowing barely anything about lifting weights you would stand there cluelessly, waiting for him to walk closer and come to stand bending you. “Isn't spotting done,” you look back and grab his hands- they lay suspended in the air on both sides of your waist, “like this?” you utter, pulling him closer by his hands as you swiftly planted them on your waist. Once the dumbbell was in your hands you’d make sure to bend a little extra as you went down, brushing against a flustered and slightly breathless Jay. 

Jay let your whispered laugh ring in his ears, to him the sound of even that was sensual and mind numbing. 

He gently turns you around until your back comes into his view. “Bend for me” he pleads in your ear, his breath is hot against your skin. And you silently comply. You bend until you feel his dick graze your skirt. You move over it, grind lightly all while Jay slips out of his sweatpants with ease.

He palms your ass eagerly and lifts your skirt until your naked flesh comes into view. Jay breathes out, it’s an unsteady and shaky one, his pupils dilate at the sight of your curving spine. You smile in the dark and push into him further with a hurried need to feel him. 

Jay strokes his length up and down, coating it in his pre cum, making sure it slid into you just right. His chest rises with impatient pants and rushing blood. Was this a fever dream? The sight of you bent over, whining for his cock, rubbing all up against him. “Jay” you cry, rubbing circles on his twitching cock with your ass and look back at him. 

A smirk graces your lips and your eyes hold a look of filtered innocence and it drives Jay to a new high. Your hair falls over your shoulder in an ethereal way and you tilt your head to find his eyes, Jay feels his breath get knocked out. Through the tiny slit in the closet light falls on you, it hits you just right. Your hazy, lust-filled eyes glowing just for him. 

He positions his tip against your pussy and your body stills at the sound of his groans. He moves it over your entrance, coats it with his pre cum, and lets your wetness coat him. Your eyes roll back and your jaw clenches, you need him to plunge into, rut into your hole until his release runs down your thighs. “Jay please” you whimper, your voice throaty.

“What do you want me to do, pretty girl?” He bends until his face is inches from yours. His lips find your neck in a feather-light peck and you arch your back at how a simple touch of his lips sent goosebumps dotting your flushed skin. 

He wants to hear you beg, he wants to- scratch that- needs to hear you cry for him and you know it. Know it from the tremble in his voice, from the blush that left his neck red and hot. 

You give it to him. 

“Fuck me” you turn your head and whisper against his lips, “please, Jay.” You tease and that is all it takes for him to thrust his cock into you. 

He doesn’t give you time to process it. You hear him cursing under his breath. It’s hot and gets you desperately needing more of it whispered into your ears. 

Jay feels his body give out. Fuck, you felt good- no, you felt mind-numbingly awesome. His dick sliding in and out with ease leaves him panting against your neck. He wonders if he’ll ever get to feel this way after today. Get to fuck you dumb. Get to hear you groan against your arm as you try your hardest to not let the sounds escape the tiny, hot closet. 

He plunges into you with such force it leaves you trembling. His cock stretches you out in the best way possible. Your walls close in around him and you feel him twitch inside you. 

“Harder, baby” you moan. The name ignites something in Jay, his fingers grip your hips harder and his thrusts become stronger, more like how you wanted them to be. He’d do anything if you called out to him in that voice- breathy and entrancing, desperate and only for him to hear. He knew the second the words fell out of your mouth, he would spend the rest of his living days replaying them in his mind. He knew they were going to haunt him on the nights he’d have to spend alone, with his hands in his pants and thoughts of you driving him to his climax. 

His hand leaves your hips and slides under your skirt. You feel his fingers reach for your pulsating clit. He takes hold of it all while he continues plunging into you and rubs his thumb against the hood of your clit. You cry out, your back arches and your head falls into the crook of Jay's neck. 

His cock hits your cervix and pleasure erupts in your body with every thrust, his perfectly paced fingers move over your clit and you see stars. You bite into the flesh of your arm and moan. 

Jay leaves your clit when he feels you shudder against him, you whine but he doesn’t give into it. “Sorry angel” He needs to stretch this for as long as possible. He needs to see you bent over for him, needs to feel his dick slide in and out of your dripping pussy, he needs you with him. 

But Jay fears he won't last long enough for that. From the way your pulsating walls enveloped his cock and the way his thrusts were becoming increasingly harder and faster, Jay could see his climax speeding towards him. 

When he watched your hand disappear under your skirt he knew he wouldn't be the only one crashing down. You rub your clit and rub it until the knot in your belly tightens. A couple more thrusts from Jay and you had come undone. 

Jay felt his cock get drenched in your release and that is all it took for him to go plummeting down from the high. Ropes of his cum shoot into your hole and you press into him further until you feel his cum running down your thighs. You smile and sigh, it’s just how you’d imagined it to be. Your mind- still winding down from the high, goes blank and you let yourself breathe. 

You look back to find a breathless Jay, hair sticks to his forehead and sweat runs down his neck. Your eyes hold a mischievous glint, when you catch his half-lidded eyes you smile and ask,

“So what do you usually do after the gym?” 

[enree9h]

BAND AIDS | lhs

synopsis : when a bloody and bruised Heeseung shows up at your door at 2 am you open it wide and let him in. (+lots of tension, fluff at the end.) wc : 1.5k+ warnings : mentions of blood, making out, try and ignore the grammatical errors if you find any.

a/n : why is writing a synopsis more difficult than writing the fic.

For the umpteenth time, you’re reaching for the first aid in the middle of the night. The light from the lamp by your dining table bounces off Heeseung’s blood-soaked lips. You don’t question him knowing how every time you did you were met with “I needed the cash” or “those guys were asking for it” so all you do is tend to his wounds in silence.

The antiseptic seeps through the cotton and leaves your fingers stained as you reach for his wounds. A hiss leaves his lips at the touch of the cotton but you do nothing to lessen the pain.

Heeseung watches you with dilated pupils, his fingers twitch every time you bring the cotton to his open wounds. He wants you to ask how he ended up in a worse shape than the one he was in three days ago, say something- anything, talk to him, heck even ask him to stop showing up at your door at 2 in the morning. You dab the blood off of his cheekbones in silence instead.

Your fingers reach for his chin and you lightly tilt his face to cover the entire wound. He sighs at the touch and when you lay his cheek against your palm to work on the wound. he leans into it. Warmth blooms in your chest but you don’t let it show. You hate how every time you open the door to a bruised, half conscious Heeseung your mind goes blank, it’s almost as if you consciously shut the blaring warnings out and let your heart take over. You hate feeling anything over him.

You reach for the bandaids and a chuckle leaves your lips at the sight of them. “Spider-Man or Iron Man?”, the sound of your voice breaks the silence, “I also have hello kitty ones” Heeseung lets a chuckle out, it ends in a groan as he sits clutching his ribs. The sight of it makes your chest tighten with worry but you say nothing.

“Spider Man”, he manages to crack a tiny smile but winces as the broken skin of his lips stretches and begins to bleed lightly. Without much thought, you press your thumb on the cut. His lips are just as soft as you’d imagined them to be even as cuts and bruises dot them, they look just as inviting to you. You want to let go and lean in, feel his teeth sink into your lips but you hold yourself back, it's not always difficult but today your fingers twitch to hold his face in your hands.

You feel Heeseung and his gaze- it’s tempting you to look over and give in. He tilts his head back and your thumb comes away wet with his blood. You look away and feel him grab your wrist, the roughness of his tattered skin sits on your soft one.

You watch as he brings your thumb to his parted lips- your eyes dance between his mouth and his eyes. His tongue pokes out to find his blood on your thumb, with a slow breath he sucks on it. Your breath hitches and your knees wobble at the sight but you don’t let it show.

Heeseung doesn’t look anywhere but at you, his sight only ever moves to glance at your parted lips. His hold on your wrist tightens, and your thumb leaves his mouth with a soft pop sound- it’s wet and sits heavily in the air surrounding the both of you.

Blood rushes to your face and leaves you flushed red, Heeseung’s bleeding lip stretches into a soft smirk. “I am not wasting the best ones on you” you joke in an attempt to break the tension and reach for the plain band-aids, “these are the ones you’re getting”, Heeseung chuckles again- it’s hoarse and scratches against his throat. A sound you knew was going to keep you up at night.

“As long as you put them on for me” he manages. You don’t give him the reaction he's looking for but it hits you exactly where he’d aimed for it to hit. The peeled off band aid stays in your hand as you lean to reach for Heeseungs face but he stays still, his eyes on you.

He wants you to touch him, he yearns for a memory of you pressed against him but your walls of ice that he’d briefly managed to thaw stay frozen at the moment.

You lean sideways until his cheekbone comes into view all while trying your hardest to not bump into his knees.

At the sight of you struggling to balance yourself a sigh leaves his lips, “Oh come on” and with that, he grabs your wrist and tugs you closer until you plop down on his thighs. “See”, he says, angling his head away from you, the wound now inches away from you and in clear sight, “much better” he tries to crack a smile but the already stinging cuts on his lips turn it into a grimace. He groans at the burning pain.

This time you hear it even more loud and clear, it’s in your ear, the vibrations from his chest seep into you and leave you slightly out of breath. “Heeseung” you breathe out searching for his eyes, “Mhm?”, he leans closer until his nose grazes the exposed skin of your neck.

You feel every nerve in your body, blood roars in your ears and you stiffen against him, your skin hot against his. Heeseung brushes his lips against your flushed skin, the blood from his lips stains your already flushed skin. “Please” you beg, desperation coats your voice. But you don't quite know what you were begging for. Trying your hardest to maintain a distance is torment enough and holding yourself from not leaning into him was stripping you of all your remaining sanity.

“Please what baby?”, the name crashes into you like a tidal wave, your fingers twitch and a soft groan leaves your lips. Every possible siren blares in your mind as you slowly turn towards him. No, you shouldn't, not when you have easily managed to turn away from such events numerous times in the past.

You should stop. But you don't. Instead, you lean in, desperate for a taste. The second your lips press onto his, Heeseung is pulling you closer. His hands find your waist and your fingers find his jaw. You taste blood, you taste him and a cry leaves your lips.

The adrenaline makes you bolder so you catch his lower lips between yours and suck on it. Heeseung winces under you, and a moan leaves his lips. But the newfound boldness dies down the second he pulls away and dives back in, your lips part in surprise and Heeseung uses that to sneak his tongue into your mouth.

You almost fall over from the suddenness of it. Heeseung takes quick notice of it and pulls away slightly, a string of saliva connects your mouth to his. You stay still as your brain processes the past couple of minutes and it is only when Heeseung lifts you by your hips, you realize and catch up.

“Climb into my lap,” and so you do, you swing your leg over him and lower yourself onto him. Heeseung watches you with a glint in his eyes, they don't darken, they don't go hazy and out of focus. It's almost like he is trying to memorize every movement, every second of this.

When you lean down to find his lips again Heeseung holds your face in his palms. His touch is lighter than it was minutes ago and his lips move with yours- slowly, dragging out every passing second. He wants the moment to stretch forever, wishes to hold you tighter, closer.

He pulls away and leans his forehead against yours. His eyes roam all over you- your flushed skin, dilated pupils, lips swollen and stained with his blood, he loves the sight of you, the feeling of you on him, “I should get into fights more often”, he whispers against your lips. It earns him an eye roll from you, “Then I'll make sure this doesn't happen again” you say leaning back.

Heeseung’s hands leave your hips and come to rest against your jaw. “What if a guy tries to hit on you?”, the brooding tone of his voice makes you laugh. “No, don't laugh”, it only makes you laugh harder, “this is a serious issue" , Heeseung chuckles with you this time. His hands come to grab your waist in an attempt to steady you. “Still no”, You lean into him and nuzzle into his neck, trying to be as close to him as you could, at the moment.

Heeseung feels your arms wrap around his neck, he sighs against your temple and drowns in the feeling of your fingers running through his hair. Swollen lips press light kisses on his jaw and in that very moment, he feels no pain. “What if I got Jake and Jay to beat the guy up for me instead?”, you mumble a no against his neck. “What am I supposed to do then? walk away?”, you detach yourself from him and lean back to catch his eyes, “Yes.” Heeseung’s eyes widen at your response and you laugh again.

The sound of your laughter makes Heeseung’s breath hitch, his gaze softens at the sight of your crinkled eyes. He’d never seen you smile so big, laugh so hard in his presence, it warmed his heart in a way he hadn’t ever experienced before.

Overcome with a sudden urge to hold you close Heeseung pulls you towards him by your face. His lips catch yours in a quick kiss. Pulling away, you come to lie against his chest. As you feel tender arms wrap around your body you slip into a soft slumber- bandaids abandoned, swollen lips stretched into soft smiles.

[enree9h]

𝗦𝗨𝗡𝗚𝗛𝗢𝗢𝗡 𝗜'𝗠 𝗡𝗢𝗧 𝗬𝗢𝗨𝗥 𝗦𝗧𝗥𝗢𝗡𝗚𝗘𝗦𝗧 𝗦𝗢𝗟𝗗𝗜𝗘𝗥

[enree9h]

BAND AIDS | lhs

synopsis : when a bloody and bruised Heeseung shows up at your door at 2 am you open it wide and let him in. (+lots of tension, fluff at the end.) wc : 1.5k+ warnings : mentions of blood, making out, try and ignore the grammatical errors if you find any.

a/n : why is writing a synopsis more difficult than writing the fic.

For the umpteenth time, you’re reaching for the first aid in the middle of the night. The light from the lamp by your dining table bounces off Heeseung’s blood-soaked lips. You don’t question him knowing how every time you did you were met with “I needed the cash” or “those guys were asking for it” so all you do is tend to his wounds in silence.

The antiseptic seeps through the cotton and leaves your fingers stained as you reach for his wounds. A hiss leaves his lips at the touch of the cotton but you do nothing to lessen the pain.

Heeseung watches you with dilated pupils, his fingers twitch every time you bring the cotton to his open wounds. He wants you to ask how he ended up in a worse shape than the one he was in three days ago, say something- anything, talk to him, heck even ask him to stop showing up at your door at 2 in the morning. You dab the blood off of his cheekbones in silence instead.

Your fingers reach for his chin and you lightly tilt his face to cover the entire wound. He sighs at the touch and when you lay his cheek against your palm to work on the wound. he leans into it. Warmth blooms in your chest but you don’t let it show. You hate how every time you open the door to a bruised, half conscious Heeseung your mind goes blank, it’s almost as if you consciously shut the blaring warnings out and let your heart take over. You hate feeling anything over him.

You reach for the bandaids and a chuckle leaves your lips at the sight of them. “Spider-Man or Iron Man?”, the sound of your voice breaks the silence, “I also have hello kitty ones” Heeseung lets a chuckle out, it ends in a groan as he sits clutching his ribs. The sight of it makes your chest tighten with worry but you say nothing.

“Spider Man”, he manages to crack a tiny smile but winces as the broken skin of his lips stretches and begins to bleed lightly. Without much thought, you press your thumb on the cut. His lips are just as soft as you’d imagined them to be even as cuts and bruises dot them, they look just as inviting to you. You want to let go and lean in, feel his teeth sink into your lips but you hold yourself back, it's not always difficult but today your fingers twitch to hold his face in your hands.

You feel Heeseung and his gaze- it’s tempting you to look over and give in. He tilts his head back and your thumb comes away wet with his blood. You look away and feel him grab your wrist, the roughness of his tattered skin sits on your soft one.

You watch as he brings your thumb to his parted lips- your eyes dance between his mouth and his eyes. His tongue pokes out to find his blood on your thumb, with a slow breath he sucks on it. Your breath hitches and your knees wobble at the sight but you don’t let it show.

Heeseung doesn’t look anywhere but at you, his sight only ever moves to glance at your parted lips. His hold on your wrist tightens, and your thumb leaves his mouth with a soft pop sound- it’s wet and sits heavily in the air surrounding the both of you.

Blood rushes to your face and leaves you flushed red, Heeseung’s bleeding lip stretches into a soft smirk. “I am not wasting the best ones on you” you joke in an attempt to break the tension and reach for the plain band-aids, “these are the ones you’re getting”, Heeseung chuckles again- it’s hoarse and scratches against his throat. A sound you knew was going to keep you up at night.

“As long as you put them on for me” he manages. You don’t give him the reaction he's looking for but it hits you exactly where he’d aimed for it to hit. The peeled off band aid stays in your hand as you lean to reach for Heeseungs face but he stays still, his eyes on you.

He wants you to touch him, he yearns for a memory of you pressed against him but your walls of ice that he’d briefly managed to thaw stay frozen at the moment.

You lean sideways until his cheekbone comes into view all while trying your hardest to not bump into his knees.

At the sight of you struggling to balance yourself a sigh leaves his lips, “Oh come on” and with that, he grabs your wrist and tugs you closer until you plop down on his thighs. “See”, he says, angling his head away from you, the wound now inches away from you and in clear sight, “much better” he tries to crack a smile but the already stinging cuts on his lips turn it into a grimace. He groans at the burning pain.

This time you hear it even more loud and clear, it’s in your ear, the vibrations from his chest seep into you and leave you slightly out of breath. “Heeseung” you breathe out searching for his eyes, “Mhm?”, he leans closer until his nose grazes the exposed skin of your neck.

You feel every nerve in your body, blood roars in your ears and you stiffen against him, your skin hot against his. Heeseung brushes his lips against your flushed skin, the blood from his lips stains your already flushed skin. “Please” you beg, desperation coats your voice. But you don't quite know what you were begging for. Trying your hardest to maintain a distance is torment enough and holding yourself from not leaning into him was stripping you of all your remaining sanity.

“Please what baby?”, the name crashes into you like a tidal wave, your fingers twitch and a soft groan leaves your lips. Every possible siren blares in your mind as you slowly turn towards him. No, you shouldn't, not when you have easily managed to turn away from such events numerous times in the past.

You should stop. But you don't. Instead, you lean in, desperate for a taste. The second your lips press onto his, Heeseung is pulling you closer. His hands find your waist and your fingers find his jaw. You taste blood, you taste him and a cry leaves your lips.

The adrenaline makes you bolder so you catch his lower lips between yours and suck on it. Heeseung winces under you, and a moan leaves his lips. But the newfound boldness dies down the second he pulls away and dives back in, your lips part in surprise and Heeseung uses that to sneak his tongue into your mouth.

You almost fall over from the suddenness of it. Heeseung takes quick notice of it and pulls away slightly, a string of saliva connects your mouth to his. You stay still as your brain processes the past couple of minutes and it is only when Heeseung lifts you by your hips, you realize and catch up.

“Climb into my lap,” and so you do, you swing your leg over him and lower yourself onto him. Heeseung watches you with a glint in his eyes, they don't darken, they don't go hazy and out of focus. It's almost like he is trying to memorize every movement, every second of this.

When you lean down to find his lips again Heeseung holds your face in his palms. His touch is lighter than it was minutes ago and his lips move with yours- slowly, dragging out every passing second. He wants the moment to stretch forever, wishes to hold you tighter, closer.

He pulls away and leans his forehead against yours. His eyes roam all over you- your flushed skin, dilated pupils, lips swollen and stained with his blood, he loves the sight of you, the feeling of you on him, “I should get into fights more often”, he whispers against your lips. It earns him an eye roll from you, “Then I'll make sure this doesn't happen again” you say leaning back.

Heeseung’s hands leave your hips and come to rest against your jaw. “What if a guy tries to hit on you?”, the brooding tone of his voice makes you laugh. “No, don't laugh”, it only makes you laugh harder, “this is a serious issue" , Heeseung chuckles with you this time. His hands come to grab your waist in an attempt to steady you. “Still no”, You lean into him and nuzzle into his neck, trying to be as close to him as you could, at the moment.

Heeseung feels your arms wrap around his neck, he sighs against your temple and drowns in the feeling of your fingers running through his hair. Swollen lips press light kisses on his jaw and in that very moment, he feels no pain. “What if I got Jake and Jay to beat the guy up for me instead?”, you mumble a no against his neck. “What am I supposed to do then? walk away?”, you detach yourself from him and lean back to catch his eyes, “Yes.” Heeseung’s eyes widen at your response and you laugh again.

The sound of your laughter makes Heeseung’s breath hitch, his gaze softens at the sight of your crinkled eyes. He’d never seen you smile so big, laugh so hard in his presence, it warmed his heart in a way he hadn’t ever experienced before.

Overcome with a sudden urge to hold you close Heeseung pulls you towards him by your face. His lips catch yours in a quick kiss. Pulling away, you come to lie against his chest. As you feel tender arms wrap around your body you slip into a soft slumber- bandaids abandoned, swollen lips stretched into soft smiles.

[enree9h]

Anyone got requests ?? I want to write something but I’ve got no new ideas. Soooo if you’ve got any feel free to drop them

[enree9h]

Hi Des! I read both parts of your Hee Midnight fic and I love it so much. I read Candy previously and today I read this and the fic definitely deserves more appreciation! Love the way you crafted the details and showed reader's rage. The fact that Hee also has a realization about probably liking her? Oof. I am curious about Yerin as well and wonder what would've happened later after the events at the university, but thank you so much for such a good read! 🤍

Heyy lovely ♥️ I just want you to know that your message made my day. Makes me so happy to know that you loved the midnight fics, I love writing toxic Heeseung so much AGHHH.

In my mind they’ve been together even since probably even happily married with three kids 😞✊🏼 lmaoo but but thank you so much for taking the time to write such a lovely message, you’re too sweet ♥️♥️

[enree9h]

SOAKED | psh

synopsis: plotless shower se.x with Sunghoon with little to no dialogue ・ ( wc : 1.1k+) ・ SMUT, MDNI ・ warnings : p in v, oral (f receiving), creampie, unprotected se.x (not for you tho), swearing

“Shower with me?” 

That’s what leaves you gasping and shaking, pressed against the wet tiles of your bathroom, whimpering into the neck of your boyfriend. 

He loves to see your eyes tear up, loves how you try your hardest to not let a scream escape your lips, loves how he gets to push you up against any surface in the house at any time and make you cry into his skin as you shamelessly grind on him begging for a little more every time. 

But having your wet body pressed against him was something he could never get enough of. So every time he’s in the shower, you’re with him too. 

The sink pushes into your back, but your brain is too preoccupied with the feeling of Sunghoon's lips on your inner thigh to fully register the pain. You watch the shower glass fog up and grab the edge of the countertop- fingers slipping against the wet surface, your knuckles turn white, but you don’t let go. 

As he parts your thighs further, you feel his breath on you, on your wet core. Your head is thrown back the second you feel his lips come in contact with you. He’s sucking and licking you up, blunt nails dig into the flesh of your thighs and keep you steady.

Sunghoon stops momentarily to look at you; his eyes run up your body, and the view is intoxicating. Wet strands of hair stick to your tits and the sight of your hardened nipples sends jolts through his already hardening length. You whine softly at the loss of his mouth on you, the sound only gets louder when you feel him lightly bite your throbbing clit.

His tongue is slipping over you in all the right ways; shivers run through your already trembling body when he licks you up, lips closing in around you. He’s sucking and biting and licking into you, mind empty and fingers on your hips. 

He detaches for a split second, and your body- all out of your control- slides closer to him in response. You feel him chuckle against you- it vibrates against your core and leaves you whimpering for more, for anything. He licks a wet strip along your slit, your thighs tremble, eyes roll back. 

Sunghoon presses his nose into your swollen opening, and you cry out from the waves of pleasure that crash through you at the pressure. It’s embarrassingly close; you feel the knot in your abdomen tighten with every passing second. He could simply breathe on you, and you’d come undone and leave his tongue covered in you. 

His mouth is taking you in completely, sucking until you cry out. Your fingers weave through the wet shards of his jet black hair, and you pull and tug on them while Sunghoon pushes deeper. 

Your body shudders when he bites your clit until you feel your back arch against the sink. “Too much?” he teases. It only makes you whimper harder. With one last lick, you come undone, the muscles in your core twist until you feel the wetness coat the insides of your thighs. Your mouth is left agape, and a strangulated cry leaves your lips as you jerk against the countertop, riding the climax out. 

Sunghoon's lips don’t leave you yet, sounds of slurping reach your ears and you moan at the feeling of his lips sucking and licking you clean. 

You’re so busy processing the intensity of your orgasm that you don’t catch Sunghoon standing up and diving in straight for your lips. The taste that greets you leaves you moaning into his mouth, his hands find your hips. The very next second, he hoists you up and carries you to stand against the fogged up glass.

Your face is pressed against it, lips swollen and red, leaving wet imprints when you pull away lightly. Sunghoon's impatience seeps into you, so when he positions himself behind you and pulls your hips towards his twitching length, you’re not caught by surprise. 

His cock grazes your hole and you cry out begging for a little more. He slides his tip inside, and a deep guttural moan leaves his lips. You try to push into him, dying to feel his throbbing length inside you, but Sunghoon’s hands keep you in place. He loves to hear you beg and he’s going to take things excruciatingly slowly if that means he gets to hear you cry for his dick. 

He wants it too, his body almost falls over at the feeling of his tip inside of you, but he takes his time with you, makes sure every time you step into the shower you leave waiting for the next. 

He’s pushing inside a little more, and your walls clench around him the second he does so. Sunghoon’s head is thrown back, and his body vibrates for more, so he thrusts into you the moment he hears you cry for more. 

Your tits stay pressed against the glass wall and you moan at the feeling of them rubbing against the grooves of its design. His dick slides in and out of you with a growing pace. 

Sunghoon loves the sight of you- bent over, water dripping down your curves, marks of his fingers on your hips- red and his to admire in bed. He curses when he feels you clench around him; it drives him over the edge, and his grip tightens. 

He thrusts into you with mind numbing force, and you cry out at his tip reaching all the right spots. You feel the familiar intensity of a forthcoming climax and grind on his dick. His groans reach you, and you know he’s close, too.

The pace of his thrusts increases with every moan that escapes his mouth. He backs up and makes you bend over a little more, your legs spread further apart. The quickly uttered curses were enough for you to know that he was loving the position you were in. His dick gets to go deeper, harder and you cry every time his dick hits your cervix just right. 

Strokes don’t slow down, but you feel your body shuddering under the pleasure. Sunghoon feels your clench around his dick and that is all it takes for him to lose his mounting pleasure into your warm hole. You feel his cum fill you up and soon you feel your legs tremble as the knot comes untied and your thighs stay covered in you and him.

Sunghoon continues to thrust into you- slow and gentle, making sure he gets most of it to stay inside of you. While your release drips down his legs. 

Now that you both were covered in sweat and your releases, it was time to get to the part where you both actually showered. 

[enree9h]

SOAKED | psh

synopsis: plotless shower se.x with Sunghoon with little to no dialogue ・ ( wc : 1.1k+) ・ SMUT, MDNI ・ warnings : p in v, oral (f receiving), creampie, unprotected se.x (not for you tho), swearing

“Shower with me?” 

That’s what leaves you gasping and shaking, pressed against the wet tiles of your bathroom, whimpering into the neck of your boyfriend. 

He loves to see your eyes tear up, loves how you try your hardest to not let a scream escape your lips, loves how he gets to push you up against any surface in the house at any time and make you cry into his skin as you shamelessly grind on him begging for a little more every time. 

But having your wet body pressed against him was something he could never get enough of. So every time he’s in the shower, you’re with him too. 

The sink pushes into your back, but your brain is too preoccupied with the feeling of Sunghoon's lips on your inner thigh to fully register the pain. You watch the shower glass fog up and grab the edge of the countertop- fingers slipping against the wet surface, your knuckles turn white, but you don’t let go. 

As he parts your thighs further, you feel his breath on you, on your wet core. Your head is thrown back the second you feel his lips come in contact with you. He’s sucking and licking you up, blunt nails dig into the flesh of your thighs and keep you steady.

Sunghoon stops momentarily to look at you; his eyes run up your body, and the view is intoxicating. Wet strands of hair stick to your tits and the sight of your hardened nipples sends jolts through his already hardening length. You whine softly at the loss of his mouth on you, the sound only gets louder when you feel him lightly bite your throbbing clit.

His tongue is slipping over you in all the right ways; shivers run through your already trembling body when he licks you up, lips closing in around you. He’s sucking and biting and licking into you, mind empty and fingers on your hips. 

He detaches for a split second, and your body- all out of your control- slides closer to him in response. You feel him chuckle against you- it vibrates against your core and leaves you whimpering for more, for anything. He licks a wet strip along your slit, your thighs tremble, eyes roll back. 

Sunghoon presses his nose into your swollen opening, and you cry out from the waves of pleasure that crash through you at the pressure. It’s embarrassingly close; you feel the knot in your abdomen tighten with every passing second. He could simply breathe on you, and you’d come undone and leave his tongue covered in you. 

His mouth is taking you in completely, sucking until you cry out. Your fingers weave through the wet shards of his jet black hair, and you pull and tug on them while Sunghoon pushes deeper. 

Your body shudders when he bites your clit until you feel your back arch against the sink. “Too much?” he teases. It only makes you whimper harder. With one last lick, you come undone, the muscles in your core twist until you feel the wetness coat the insides of your thighs. Your mouth is left agape, and a strangulated cry leaves your lips as you jerk against the countertop, riding the climax out. 

Sunghoon's lips don’t leave you yet, sounds of slurping reach your ears and you moan at the feeling of his lips sucking and licking you clean. 

You’re so busy processing the intensity of your orgasm that you don’t catch Sunghoon standing up and diving in straight for your lips. The taste that greets you leaves you moaning into his mouth, his hands find your hips. The very next second, he hoists you up and carries you to stand against the fogged up glass.

Your face is pressed against it, lips swollen and red, leaving wet imprints when you pull away lightly. Sunghoon's impatience seeps into you, so when he positions himself behind you and pulls your hips towards his twitching length, you’re not caught by surprise. 

His cock grazes your hole and you cry out begging for a little more. He slides his tip inside, and a deep guttural moan leaves his lips. You try to push into him, dying to feel his throbbing length inside you, but Sunghoon’s hands keep you in place. He loves to hear you beg and he’s going to take things excruciatingly slowly if that means he gets to hear you cry for his dick. 

He wants it too, his body almost falls over at the feeling of his tip inside of you, but he takes his time with you, makes sure every time you step into the shower you leave waiting for the next. 

He’s pushing inside a little more, and your walls clench around him the second he does so. Sunghoon’s head is thrown back, and his body vibrates for more, so he thrusts into you the moment he hears you cry for more. 

Your tits stay pressed against the glass wall and you moan at the feeling of them rubbing against the grooves of its design. His dick slides in and out of you with a growing pace. 

Sunghoon loves the sight of you- bent over, water dripping down your curves, marks of his fingers on your hips- red and his to admire in bed. He curses when he feels you clench around him; it drives him over the edge, and his grip tightens. 

He thrusts into you with mind numbing force, and you cry out at his tip reaching all the right spots. You feel the familiar intensity of a forthcoming climax and grind on his dick. His groans reach you, and you know he’s close, too.

The pace of his thrusts increases with every moan that escapes his mouth. He backs up and makes you bend over a little more, your legs spread further apart. The quickly uttered curses were enough for you to know that he was loving the position you were in. His dick gets to go deeper, harder and you cry every time his dick hits your cervix just right. 

Strokes don’t slow down, but you feel your body shuddering under the pleasure. Sunghoon feels your clench around his dick and that is all it takes for him to lose his mounting pleasure into your warm hole. You feel his cum fill you up and soon you feel your legs tremble as the knot comes untied and your thighs stay covered in you and him.

Sunghoon continues to thrust into you- slow and gentle, making sure he gets most of it to stay inside of you. While your release drips down his legs. 

Now that you both were covered in sweat and your releases, it was time to get to the part where you both actually showered. 

[enree9h]

SOAKED | psh

synopsis: plotless shower se.x with Sunghoon with little to no dialogue ・ ( wc : 1.1k+) ・ SMUT, MDNI ・ warnings : p in v, oral (f receiving), creampie, unprotected se.x (not for you tho), swearing

“Shower with me?” 

That’s what leaves you gasping and shaking, pressed against the wet tiles of your bathroom, whimpering into the neck of your boyfriend. 

He loves to see your eyes tear up, loves how you try your hardest to not let a scream escape your lips, loves how he gets to push you up against any surface in the house at any time and make you cry into his skin as you shamelessly grind on him begging for a little more every time. 

But having your wet body pressed against him was something he could never get enough of. So every time he’s in the shower, you’re with him too. 

The sink pushes into your back, but your brain is too preoccupied with the feeling of Sunghoon's lips on your inner thigh to fully register the pain. You watch the shower glass fog up and grab the edge of the countertop- fingers slipping against the wet surface, your knuckles turn white, but you don’t let go. 

As he parts your thighs further, you feel his breath on you, on your wet core. Your head is thrown back the second you feel his lips come in contact with you. He’s sucking and licking you up, blunt nails dig into the flesh of your thighs and keep you steady.

Sunghoon stops momentarily to look at you; his eyes run up your body, and the view is intoxicating. Wet strands of hair stick to your tits and the sight of your hardened nipples sends jolts through his already hardening length. You whine softly at the loss of his mouth on you, the sound only gets louder when you feel him lightly bite your throbbing clit.

His tongue is slipping over you in all the right ways; shivers run through your already trembling body when he licks you up, lips closing in around you. He’s sucking and biting and licking into you, mind empty and fingers on your hips. 

He detaches for a split second, and your body- all out of your control- slides closer to him in response. You feel him chuckle against you- it vibrates against your core and leaves you whimpering for more, for anything. He licks a wet strip along your slit, your thighs tremble, eyes roll back. 

Sunghoon presses his nose into your swollen opening, and you cry out from the waves of pleasure that crash through you at the pressure. It’s embarrassingly close; you feel the knot in your abdomen tighten with every passing second. He could simply breathe on you, and you’d come undone and leave his tongue covered in you. 

His mouth is taking you in completely, sucking until you cry out. Your fingers weave through the wet shards of his jet black hair, and you pull and tug on them while Sunghoon pushes deeper. 

Your body shudders when he bites your clit until you feel your back arch against the sink. “Too much?” he teases. It only makes you whimper harder. With one last lick, you come undone, the muscles in your core twist until you feel the wetness coat the insides of your thighs. Your mouth is left agape, and a strangulated cry leaves your lips as you jerk against the countertop, riding the climax out. 

Sunghoon's lips don’t leave you yet, sounds of slurping reach your ears and you moan at the feeling of his lips sucking and licking you clean. 

You’re so busy processing the intensity of your orgasm that you don’t catch Sunghoon standing up and diving in straight for your lips. The taste that greets you leaves you moaning into his mouth, his hands find your hips. The very next second, he hoists you up and carries you to stand against the fogged up glass.

Your face is pressed against it, lips swollen and red, leaving wet imprints when you pull away lightly. Sunghoon's impatience seeps into you, so when he positions himself behind you and pulls your hips towards his twitching length, you’re not caught by surprise. 

His cock grazes your hole and you cry out begging for a little more. He slides his tip inside, and a deep guttural moan leaves his lips. You try to push into him, dying to feel his throbbing length inside you, but Sunghoon’s hands keep you in place. He loves to hear you beg and he’s going to take things excruciatingly slowly if that means he gets to hear you cry for his dick. 

He wants it too, his body almost falls over at the feeling of his tip inside of you, but he takes his time with you, makes sure every time you step into the shower you leave waiting for the next. 

He’s pushing inside a little more, and your walls clench around him the second he does so. Sunghoon’s head is thrown back, and his body vibrates for more, so he thrusts into you the moment he hears you cry for more. 

Your tits stay pressed against the glass wall and you moan at the feeling of them rubbing against the grooves of its design. His dick slides in and out of you with a growing pace. 

Sunghoon loves the sight of you- bent over, water dripping down your curves, marks of his fingers on your hips- red and his to admire in bed. He curses when he feels you clench around him; it drives him over the edge, and his grip tightens. 

He thrusts into you with mind numbing force, and you cry out at his tip reaching all the right spots. You feel the familiar intensity of a forthcoming climax and grind on his dick. His groans reach you, and you know he’s close, too.

The pace of his thrusts increases with every moan that escapes his mouth. He backs up and makes you bend over a little more, your legs spread further apart. The quickly uttered curses were enough for you to know that he was loving the position you were in. His dick gets to go deeper, harder and you cry every time his dick hits your cervix just right. 

Strokes don’t slow down, but you feel your body shuddering under the pleasure. Sunghoon feels your clench around his dick and that is all it takes for him to lose his mounting pleasure into your warm hole. You feel his cum fill you up and soon you feel your legs tremble as the knot comes untied and your thighs stay covered in you and him.

Sunghoon continues to thrust into you- slow and gentle, making sure he gets most of it to stay inside of you. While your release drips down his legs. 

Now that you both were covered in sweat and your releases, it was time to get to the part where you both actually showered. 

[enree9h]

CANDY | lhs

PAIRING : tutor!Heeseung x afab(lowkeydom?)!reader

SYNOPSIS : When a drunk Heeseung shows up to your house for your weekly tutoring sessions you don’t hold back on the relentless teasing. (Smut with little to no dialogue)

WARNINGS : SMUT, fingering, swearing, hickeys, oral (f receiving), drunk Heeseung, making out. Both are in their early twenties. If you end up finding any grammatical mistakes, let it go.

WC : 1.7k +

MDNI

a/n : for the losercore, pathetic boys enthusiasts (like me)

“Are you drunk?” 

Your voice floats in the air for a few seconds until it reaches Heeseung. It takes another couple for him to process your words and form a coherent response. 

“No”, his voice holds a rasp, scratching against his burning throat. And you feel yourself growing eager at the sound of it. Eager to grab him by the chin, make his slightly red, half-lidded eyes run over you until it compels him to close the distance. You could study for the midterms later. Maybe a late-night session to compensate for it?

“But you look drunk”, your palm slowly comes to sit on his bicep, and you feel the muscles under your fingers tense up the very next second. 

Heeseung lifts his head from the table and throws it back with an audible groan. Your eyes find his neck soon after, flushed and exposed. The thoughts of running your tongue over his burning skin cloud your mind. Just as they have been since the hour his tutoring gig found you. 

With a whispered ‘fuck’ his head falls into his hands the next second, lazy fingers run through the mop of his black hair. Your fingers twitch.

“Heeseung” you call out, and your voice floods his ears. 

As he attempts to become conscious of his surroundings, he finds the distance between the two of you to be much less than it was ten minutes ago. 

Did he unknowingly move closer to you? Did you? The alcohol was working its way through his body.

You’re too close, your thighs pressed against his. And Heeseung loses focus the moment your fingers run up his biceps and reach his shoulders, nails lightly scratching his clothed skin. 

“You know what”, he manages, trying to sit up straight, “Let’s reschedule” Your fingers fall off his shoulders and Heeseung watches with a clouded gaze as they reach for the tiny candy on your table. The lack of sugar in his system hits him at the sight of it but before he could reach for it and snatch it out of your hands you pop it into your mouth.

“Do you have another one?”, he asks, voice hoarse and hopeful. 

“Last one”, you shrug but your eyes stay on him, a glint of mischief lights your gaze up. And you stick your tongue out, “You want this one?”, the candy sits on it, glistening. Heeseung eyes you with a cautious glance. Was he hallucinating? Did you just offer him the candy sitting on your tongue? 

He sits in your chair and watches you stand up, his eyes struggling to focus. You bend down to his eye level, and a teasing grin spreads across your face “Take it” you whisper against his mouth. 

The vanilla of your body wash floods Heeseung and he finds himself growing dizzy with every breath he draws.

You hold the candy between your front teeth for a second and then lean in. 

Heeseung accepts your open mouthed kiss with a slight shiver and the candy falls into his mouth soon after. Your fingers hold his face in place while you drive your tongue inside his mouth. 

To Heeseung this kiss was time bending, all the air gets knocked out of his lungs while the liquor in his blood roars. He bites into the hard candy and it breaks apart in his mouth, your tongue swirls in his mouth for the treat.

Being intoxicated enough, he lets you steer things your way. So when you pull him off the chair and push him onto your bed he doesn’t utter a word.

You break the kiss with a quick popping sound that leaves heeseung fingers twitching. Slumped down on the tattered mattress of your room, he looks up to meet your eyes. And the moment you tilt your head to meet his unsteady gaze he fights the urge to pull you down on him with every passing second. Sugary treats long forgotten. 

You watch him with a newfound impatience, pupils dilate the longer you stare into his bloodshot eyes and climb into his lap. The vibrations of the strangled groan that falls on his lips leave you slightly out of breath as you gradually lower yourself on his clothed dent. 

Leaning forward you let your lips hover over his, “Hee”, you whisper and feel him lean into you, eyes rolling back. Heeseung didn’t know he could feel any more light headed than what he was feeling seconds before your lips came looking for his. 

The taste of cheap rum coats your tongue as you fight your way inside his mouth. And his fingers make their way down your hips to the curve of your ass. You try to pull away lightly but feel his nails dig into your flesh, pulling your body closer, flush against his. Your fingers wrap around his nape in response and gradually make their way into the messy mop of his hair.

You taste blood soon after, and your bottom lips stay swollen as Heeseung sucks on it while you attempt to hide how out of breath you were, only seconds into the kiss. 

Your hands find his shoulder, nails mar the skin underneath. 

Before you have the time to process anything your back hits the mattress. Your skin sits hot under Heeseungs roaming fingers as they dig into the flesh of your thighs. When you look up to meet his eyes you find them lazily running over your clothed body. 

He stands towering over you, his thumb circling the waistband of your shorts as he finds your eyes. Heeseung slips your legs out of your clothes the second you nod in response. 

You watch him kneel and before you manage to draw in a complete breath his hands part your thighs. His mouth is on you soon after, hot and eager. “Oh my god”, your back arches at the contact and you feel your legs shudder the second his tongue starts circling your opening. 

It's almost like Heeseung already knew what got you gasping for air, because he’s licking into you, his nose pressing against your swollen clit and your thighs start trembling.

“Heeseung”, you gasp and his name falls on your lips every two seconds thereafter. Your clit throbs in anticipation and you let out a strangled cry when he pushes his tongue inside you. 

He halts for a fraction of a second at the sound of you, “Glad I-” he mutters between the kisses that dot your inner thighs, “didn’t reschedule” You watch the corners of his mouth stretch all while you try and catch your breath and the sight drives you over the edge. The sight of his glistening lips and drunk eyes.

When he dives in for the second time your fingers find the strands of his jet black hair. His mouth takes you in and your body shudders with the intensity of your pleasure as his lips suck on you once again. 

Heeseung feels you tug on his hair and realizes that nothing could have gotten him more drunk. If he could, he would spend all his waking hours between your thighs, burrowed in your heat as you pulled on his hair and screamed his name into your pillows.  

You don’t know what comes first, the wave of pleasure breaking through your entire body or your system shutting down at the intensity of it. But when you feel Heeseung licking the sides of your inner thighs you recall the previous couple seconds. 

Your clit throbs as you ride out the after effects of your orgasm. Overstimulated, a whine leaves your lips when you feel Heeseung lick your hole, tongue wet with you all over him.

Moments later the mattress dips and you find Heeseung over you, his arms caging your breathless body. You feel his gaze burn through your clothes but you refuse to meet his eyes as you lay under him- flustered and in a daze. 

Heeseung dwells in the sight of you, his mind mapping every minute emotion that crosses your face. The slight part of your lips, skin flushed red and the sensation of your hardened nipples rubbing against his clothed chest as you try to steady your breathing. The alcohol swirling around in his system only made him more eager with every breath you took. 

“Liked it, angel?” 

Words don’t reach you anymore as you become aware of his lips on your neck. Your body arches into him the more he sucks on the skin of your neck. Bruises of purple and red dot the slope of your neck. And you are left gasping for air. 

All you wanted at the moment was his mouth to be on yours, your teeth biting into his lips. So you pull him closer and your arms circle his neck. A tremble sets through your body the moment you feel him slide his fingers inside you. Your jaw almost unhinges at the sudden sensation. 

Nails dig into his skin and Heeseung winces lightly at the sting secretly hoping they will draw blood, leave marks, your marks. 

His fingers pump in and out of you in an excruciatingly perfect rhythm and you groan into the crook of his neck. He adds another finger and your thighs shake, walls clenching around his fingers in response. You hear him swear under his breath, words whispered against your shoulder and feel lightheaded at the sound of his voice. 

Knuckles deep, Heeseung moves just right. The moment his thumb finds the hood of your clit, your eyes roll back. A whimper leaves your mouth and you bite into his skin while he continues circling your pulsing clit with gentle pressure. 

This was not supposed to happen. But you wanted it, wanted him on you, over you, under you. Your body arches into a curve of pleasure with every light thrust of his fingers. 

His long fingers crook and bend inside of you, a cry leaves your lips and Heeseung chuckles against your skin, “Yeah? You like it, baby?” And you make a mental note to bite him harder the next time. 

But right after that thought your mind goes blank. His thumb against your clit brings the building pressure in your abdomen to a new high until you come crashing down. The sheer intensity of it knocks the breath out of you for the millionth time. 

Your legs shake and Heeseung holds you through it. His lips find your neck and soft kisses bring you back down to earth. If this is what weekly tutoring sessions with Heeseung included along with piles of lecture notes then you were all up for it. Anytime.  

[enree9h]

CANDY | lhs

PAIRING : tutor!Heeseung x afab(lowkeydom?)!reader

SYNOPSIS : When a drunk Heeseung shows up to your house for your weekly tutoring sessions you don’t hold back on the relentless teasing. (Smut with little to no dialogue)

WARNINGS : SMUT, fingering, swearing, hickeys, oral (f receiving), drunk Heeseung, making out. Both are in their early twenties. If you end up finding any grammatical mistakes, let it go.

WC : 1.7k +

MDNI

a/n : for the losercore, pathetic boys enthusiasts (like me)

“Are you drunk?” 

Your voice floats in the air for a few seconds until it reaches Heeseung. It takes another couple for him to process your words and form a coherent response. 

“No”, his voice holds a rasp, scratching against his burning throat. And you feel yourself growing eager at the sound of it. Eager to grab him by the chin, make his slightly red, half-lidded eyes run over you until it compels him to close the distance. You could study for the midterms later. Maybe a late-night session to compensate for it?

“But you look drunk”, your palm slowly comes to sit on his bicep, and you feel the muscles under your fingers tense up the very next second. 

Heeseung lifts his head from the table and throws it back with an audible groan. Your eyes find his neck soon after, flushed and exposed. The thoughts of running your tongue over his burning skin cloud your mind. Just as they have been since the hour his tutoring gig found you. 

With a whispered ‘fuck’ his head falls into his hands the next second, lazy fingers run through the mop of his black hair. Your fingers twitch.

“Heeseung” you call out, and your voice floods his ears. 

As he attempts to become conscious of his surroundings, he finds the distance between the two of you to be much less than it was ten minutes ago. 

Did he unknowingly move closer to you? Did you? The alcohol was working its way through his body.

You’re too close, your thighs pressed against his. And Heeseung loses focus the moment your fingers run up his biceps and reach his shoulders, nails lightly scratching his clothed skin. 

“You know what”, he manages, trying to sit up straight, “Let’s reschedule” Your fingers fall off his shoulders and Heeseung watches with a clouded gaze as they reach for the tiny candy on your table. The lack of sugar in his system hits him at the sight of it but before he could reach for it and snatch it out of your hands you pop it into your mouth.

“Do you have another one?”, he asks, voice hoarse and hopeful. 

“Last one”, you shrug but your eyes stay on him, a glint of mischief lights your gaze up. And you stick your tongue out, “You want this one?”, the candy sits on it, glistening. Heeseung eyes you with a cautious glance. Was he hallucinating? Did you just offer him the candy sitting on your tongue? 

He sits in your chair and watches you stand up, his eyes struggling to focus. You bend down to his eye level, and a teasing grin spreads across your face “Take it” you whisper against his mouth. 

The vanilla of your body wash floods Heeseung and he finds himself growing dizzy with every breath he draws.

You hold the candy between your front teeth for a second and then lean in. 

Heeseung accepts your open mouthed kiss with a slight shiver and the candy falls into his mouth soon after. Your fingers hold his face in place while you drive your tongue inside his mouth. 

To Heeseung this kiss was time bending, all the air gets knocked out of his lungs while the liquor in his blood roars. He bites into the hard candy and it breaks apart in his mouth, your tongue swirls in his mouth for the treat.

Being intoxicated enough, he lets you steer things your way. So when you pull him off the chair and push him onto your bed he doesn’t utter a word.

You break the kiss with a quick popping sound that leaves heeseung fingers twitching. Slumped down on the tattered mattress of your room, he looks up to meet your eyes. And the moment you tilt your head to meet his unsteady gaze he fights the urge to pull you down on him with every passing second. Sugary treats long forgotten. 

You watch him with a newfound impatience, pupils dilate the longer you stare into his bloodshot eyes and climb into his lap. The vibrations of the strangled groan that falls on his lips leave you slightly out of breath as you gradually lower yourself on his clothed dent. 

Leaning forward you let your lips hover over his, “Hee”, you whisper and feel him lean into you, eyes rolling back. Heeseung didn’t know he could feel any more light headed than what he was feeling seconds before your lips came looking for his. 

The taste of cheap rum coats your tongue as you fight your way inside his mouth. And his fingers make their way down your hips to the curve of your ass. You try to pull away lightly but feel his nails dig into your flesh, pulling your body closer, flush against his. Your fingers wrap around his nape in response and gradually make their way into the messy mop of his hair.

You taste blood soon after, and your bottom lips stay swollen as Heeseung sucks on it while you attempt to hide how out of breath you were, only seconds into the kiss. 

Your hands find his shoulder, nails mar the skin underneath. 

Before you have the time to process anything your back hits the mattress. Your skin sits hot under Heeseungs roaming fingers as they dig into the flesh of your thighs. When you look up to meet his eyes you find them lazily running over your clothed body. 

He stands towering over you, his thumb circling the waistband of your shorts as he finds your eyes. Heeseung slips your legs out of your clothes the second you nod in response. 

You watch him kneel and before you manage to draw in a complete breath his hands part your thighs. His mouth is on you soon after, hot and eager. “Oh my god”, your back arches at the contact and you feel your legs shudder the second his tongue starts circling your opening. 

It's almost like Heeseung already knew what got you gasping for air, because he’s licking into you, his nose pressing against your swollen clit and your thighs start trembling.

“Heeseung”, you gasp and his name falls on your lips every two seconds thereafter. Your clit throbs in anticipation and you let out a strangled cry when he pushes his tongue inside you. 

He halts for a fraction of a second at the sound of you, “Glad I-” he mutters between the kisses that dot your inner thighs, “didn’t reschedule” You watch the corners of his mouth stretch all while you try and catch your breath and the sight drives you over the edge. The sight of his glistening lips and drunk eyes.

When he dives in for the second time your fingers find the strands of his jet black hair. His mouth takes you in and your body shudders with the intensity of your pleasure as his lips suck on you once again. 

Heeseung feels you tug on his hair and realizes that nothing could have gotten him more drunk. If he could, he would spend all his waking hours between your thighs, burrowed in your heat as you pulled on his hair and screamed his name into your pillows.  

You don’t know what comes first, the wave of pleasure breaking through your entire body or your system shutting down at the intensity of it. But when you feel Heeseung licking the sides of your inner thighs you recall the previous couple seconds. 

Your clit throbs as you ride out the after effects of your orgasm. Overstimulated, a whine leaves your lips when you feel Heeseung lick your hole, tongue wet with you all over him.

Moments later the mattress dips and you find Heeseung over you, his arms caging your breathless body. You feel his gaze burn through your clothes but you refuse to meet his eyes as you lay under him- flustered and in a daze. 

Heeseung dwells in the sight of you, his mind mapping every minute emotion that crosses your face. The slight part of your lips, skin flushed red and the sensation of your hardened nipples rubbing against his clothed chest as you try to steady your breathing. The alcohol swirling around in his system only made him more eager with every breath you took. 

“Liked it, angel?” 

Words don’t reach you anymore as you become aware of his lips on your neck. Your body arches into him the more he sucks on the skin of your neck. Bruises of purple and red dot the slope of your neck. And you are left gasping for air. 

All you wanted at the moment was his mouth to be on yours, your teeth biting into his lips. So you pull him closer and your arms circle his neck. A tremble sets through your body the moment you feel him slide his fingers inside you. Your jaw almost unhinges at the sudden sensation. 

Nails dig into his skin and Heeseung winces lightly at the sting secretly hoping they will draw blood, leave marks, your marks. 

His fingers pump in and out of you in an excruciatingly perfect rhythm and you groan into the crook of his neck. He adds another finger and your thighs shake, walls clenching around his fingers in response. You hear him swear under his breath, words whispered against your shoulder and feel lightheaded at the sound of his voice. 

Knuckles deep, Heeseung moves just right. The moment his thumb finds the hood of your clit, your eyes roll back. A whimper leaves your mouth and you bite into his skin while he continues circling your pulsing clit with gentle pressure. 

This was not supposed to happen. But you wanted it, wanted him on you, over you, under you. Your body arches into a curve of pleasure with every light thrust of his fingers. 

His long fingers crook and bend inside of you, a cry leaves your lips and Heeseung chuckles against your skin, “Yeah? You like it, baby?” And you make a mental note to bite him harder the next time. 

But right after that thought your mind goes blank. His thumb against your clit brings the building pressure in your abdomen to a new high until you come crashing down. The sheer intensity of it knocks the breath out of you for the millionth time. 

Your legs shake and Heeseung holds you through it. His lips find your neck and soft kisses bring you back down to earth. If this is what weekly tutoring sessions with Heeseung included along with piles of lecture notes then you were all up for it. Anytime.  

[enree9h]

CANDY | lhs

PAIRING : tutor!Heeseung x afab(lowkeydom?)!reader

SYNOPSIS : When a drunk Heeseung shows up to your house for your weekly tutoring sessions you don’t hold back on the relentless teasing. (Smut with little to no dialogue)

WARNINGS : SMUT, fingering, swearing, hickeys, oral (f receiving), drunk Heeseung, making out. Both are in their early twenties. If you end up finding any grammatical mistakes, let it go.

WC : 1.7k +

MDNI

a/n : for the losercore, pathetic boys enthusiasts (like me)

“Are you drunk?” 

Your voice floats in the air for a few seconds until it reaches Heeseung. It takes another couple for him to process your words and form a coherent response. 

“No”, his voice holds a rasp, scratching against his burning throat. And you feel yourself growing eager at the sound of it. Eager to grab him by the chin, make his slightly red, half-lidded eyes run over you until it compels him to close the distance. You could study for the midterms later. Maybe a late-night session to compensate for it?

“But you look drunk”, your palm slowly comes to sit on his bicep, and you feel the muscles under your fingers tense up the very next second. 

Heeseung lifts his head from the table and throws it back with an audible groan. Your eyes find his neck soon after, flushed and exposed. The thoughts of running your tongue over his burning skin cloud your mind. Just as they have been since the hour his tutoring gig found you. 

With a whispered ‘fuck’ his head falls into his hands the next second, lazy fingers run through the mop of his black hair. Your fingers twitch.

“Heeseung” you call out, and your voice floods his ears. 

As he attempts to become conscious of his surroundings, he finds the distance between the two of you to be much less than it was ten minutes ago. 

Did he unknowingly move closer to you? Did you? The alcohol was working its way through his body.

You’re too close, your thighs pressed against his. And Heeseung loses focus the moment your fingers run up his biceps and reach his shoulders, nails lightly scratching his clothed skin. 

“You know what”, he manages, trying to sit up straight, “Let’s reschedule” Your fingers fall off his shoulders and Heeseung watches with a clouded gaze as they reach for the tiny candy on your table. The lack of sugar in his system hits him at the sight of it but before he could reach for it and snatch it out of your hands you pop it into your mouth.

“Do you have another one?”, he asks, voice hoarse and hopeful. 

“Last one”, you shrug but your eyes stay on him, a glint of mischief lights your gaze up. And you stick your tongue out, “You want this one?”, the candy sits on it, glistening. Heeseung eyes you with a cautious glance. Was he hallucinating? Did you just offer him the candy sitting on your tongue? 

He sits in your chair and watches you stand up, his eyes struggling to focus. You bend down to his eye level, and a teasing grin spreads across your face “Take it” you whisper against his mouth. 

You’re too close, the vanilla of your body wash floods Heeseung and he finds himself growing dizzy with every breath he draws.

You hold the candy between your front teeth for a second and then lean in. 

Heeseung accepts your open mouthed kiss with a slight shiver and the candy falls into his mouth soon after. Your fingers hold his face in place while you drive your tongue inside his mouth. 

To Heeseung this kiss was time bending, all the air gets knocked out of his lungs while the liquor in his blood roars. He bites into the hard candy and it breaks apart in his mouth, your tongue swirls in his mouth for the treat.

Being intoxicated enough, he lets you steer things your way. So when you pull him off the chair and push him onto your bed he doesn’t utter a word.

You break the kiss with a quick popping sound that leaves heeseung fingers twitching. Slumped down on the tattered mattress of your room, he looks up to meet your eyes. And the moment you tilt your head to meet his unsteady gaze he fights the urge to pull you down on him with every passing second. Sugary treats long forgotten. 

You watch him with a newfound impatience, pupils dilate the longer you stare into his bloodshot eyes and climb into his lap. The vibrations of the strangled groan that falls on his lips leave you slightly out of breath as you gradually lower yourself on his clothed dent. 

Leaning forward you let your lips hover over his, “Hee”, you whisper and feel him lean into you, eyes rolling back. Heeseung didn’t know he could feel any more light headed than what he was feeling seconds before your lips came looking for his. 

The taste of cheap rum coats your tongue as you fight your way inside his mouth. And his fingers make their way down your hips to the curve of your ass. You try to pull away lightly but feel his nails dig into your flesh, pulling your body closer, flush against his. Your fingers wrap around his nape in response and gradually make their way into the messy mop of his hair.

You taste blood soon after, and your bottom lips stay swollen as Heeseung sucks on it while you attempt to hide how out of breath you were, only seconds into the kiss. 

Your hands find his shoulder, nails mar the skin underneath. 

Before you have the time to process anything your back hits the mattress. Your skin sits hot under Heeseungs roaming fingers as they dig into the flesh of your thighs. When you look up to meet his eyes you find them lazily running over your clothed body. 

He stands towering over you, his thumb circling the waistband of your shorts as he finds your eyes. Heeseung slips your legs out of your clothes the second you nod in response. 

You watch him kneel and before you manage to draw in a complete breath his hands part your thighs. His mouth is on you soon after, hot and eager. “Oh my god”, your back arches at the contact and you feel your legs shudder the second his tongue starts circling your opening. 

It's almost like Heeseung already knew what got you gasping for air, because he’s licking into you, his nose pressing against your swollen clit and your thighs start trembling.

“Heeseung”, you gasp and his name falls on your lips every two seconds thereafter. Your clit throbs in anticipation and you let out a strangled cry when he pushes his tongue inside you. 

He halts for a fraction of a second at the sound of you, “Glad I-” he mutters between the kisses that dot your inner thighs, “didn’t reschedule” You watch the corners of his mouth stretch all while you try and catch your breath and the sight drives you over the edge. The sight of his glistening lips and drunk eyes.

When he dives in for the second time your fingers find the strands of his jet black hair. His mouth takes you in and your body shudders with the intensity of your pleasure as his lips suck on you once again. 

Heeseung feels you tug on his hair and realizes that nothing could have gotten him more drunk. If he could, he would spend all his waking hours between your thighs, burrowed in your heat as you pulled on his hair and screamed his name into your pillows.  

You don’t know what comes first, the wave of pleasure breaking through your entire body or your system shutting down at the intensity of it. But when you feel Heeseung licking the sides of your inner thighs you recall the previous couple seconds. 

Your clit throbs as you ride out the after effects of your orgasm. Overstimulated, a whine leaves your lips when you feel Heeseung lick your hole, tongue wet with you all over him.

Moments later the mattress dips and you find Heeseung over you, his arms caging your breathless body. You feel his gaze burn through your clothes but you refuse to meet his eyes as you lay under him- flustered and in a daze. 

Heeseung dwells in the sight of you, his mind mapping every minute emotion that crosses your face. The slight part of your lips, skin flushed red and the sensation of your hardened nipples rubbing against his clothed chest as you try to steady your breathing. The alcohol swirling around in his system only made him more eager with every breath you took. 

“Liked it, angel?” 

Words don’t reach you anymore as you become aware of his lips on your neck. Your body arches into him the more he sucks on the skin of your neck. Bruises of purple and red dot the slope of your neck. And you are left gasping for air. 

All you wanted at the moment was his mouth to be on yours, your teeth biting into his lips. So you pull him closer and your arms circle his neck. A tremble sets through your body the moment you feel him slide his fingers inside you. Your jaw almost unhinges at the sudden sensation. 

Nails dig into his skin and Heeseung winces lightly at the sting secretly hoping they will draw blood, leave marks, your marks. 

His fingers pump in and out of you in an excruciatingly perfect rhythm and you groan into the crook of his neck. He adds another finger and your thighs shake, walls clenching around his fingers in response. You hear him swear under his breath, words whispered against your shoulder and feel lightheaded at the sound of his voice. 

Knuckles deep, Heeseung moves just right. The moment his thumb finds the hood of your clit, your eyes roll back. A whimper leaves your mouth and you bite into his skin while he continues circling your pulsing clit with gentle pressure. 

This was not supposed to happen. But you wanted it, wanted him on you, over you, under you. Your body arches into a curve of pleasure with every light thrust of his fingers. 

His long fingers crook and bend inside of you, a cry leaves your lips and Heeseung chuckles against your skin, “Yeah? You like it, baby?” And you make a mental note to bite him harder the next time. 

But right after that thought your mind goes blank. His thumb against your clit brings the building pressure in your abdomen to a new high until you come crashing down. The sheer intensity of it knocks the breath out of you for the millionth time. 

Your legs shake and Heeseung holds you through it. His lips find your neck and soft kisses bring you back down to earth. If this is what weekly tutoring sessions with Heeseung included along with piles of lecture notes then you were all up for it. Anytime.