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[h0onviv]

wow.

Jaywon as like bullies? Stay with me now. I feel like Jay would always tease you and Jungwon would reassure you he’s just joking and you like one day kinda feel like Jungwon has feelings for you back, so you text him. And the whole time Jay was right next to him. Most of the time it was Jay typing. Jungwon plays along but never confirms he has feelings for you lowk he was just being nice to get in ur pants. Fast forward he does, he invites you over and boom jays there, ok that’s all I got😭 I was going off of that one pic, yk the one of Jay next to Jungwon and Jay was typing out comments on weverse

i think i have a compression problem cause i went wayyy off script (sorry girl)

MDNI

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You've never really known where you stood with Jay and Jungwon. Jay's cruel, that much is obvious. He doesn't even try to hide it always tripping you when you pass by their table in the cafeteria, tugging your hair just hard enough to make your eyes water, smirking when you stumble and calling you pathetic under his breath, loud enough for others to hear and laugh.

And when he catches you alone in the hallway? He forces you to your knees under the pretense of "tying your shoe," fingers gripping your shoulders just a little too tight as he leans down, dark eyes glinting with something feral. "Look at you," he'll sneer, "right where you belong."

But Jungwon's different. Or at least, that's what you tell yourself. He's soft. Smiles at you when Jay's not looking. Whispers apologies when Jay gets too rough. Brushes your hair behind your ear and tells you you're pretty when Jay calls you ugly. Jungwon flirts with you like it means something, asks what color lip gloss you're wearing, tells you he likes your perfume, offers you a sip of his drink after gym like it's normal. Like he doesn't sit beside a boy who seems to genuinely enjoy breaking you.

Sometimes you think you're imagining it, the difference between them. Like maybe Jungwon just feels bad. But then he says something like, "Don't listen to him, you're the most beautiful girl I've ever seen," and it sticks to the inside of your skull like a curse. Like hope.

You start to look for him more. Listen harder when he talks. Respond when he teases you gently instead of shrinking away like you do with Jay. You think about what it might be like if he kissed you. If he said he actually liked you. If all those times he brushed his fingers against yours meant something real.

So when you get a text from his number late one night, well past midnight, your heart stutters.

jung1: you up?

You blink at the screen, tucked under your blanket, stomach fluttering. You respond quickly, trying not to overthink.

you: yeah, everything okay?

It starts slow. Light. Flirty. He asks what you're wearing, you say pajamas, what you're watching, you lie and say something cool, and then he asks if you've ever thought about kissing him. Your fingers freeze. You hesitate, heart pounding, and then finally respond.

you: sometimes...

You bite your lip. The next reply comes fast.

jung1: i think about it all the time.

You don't know what to say. You smile, cheeks burning. You're giggling into your pillow, feeling so stupidly lucky. Like maybe, just maybe, you were right all along. Maybe he really does see you.

The light from Jungwon's phone screen glows soft and blue, casting shadows across his sharp features as he lounges on Jay's bed, back against the headboard. He's biting his lip, one hand scrolling through your messages, the other resting lazily in his lap.

Jay's sitting at the foot of the bed, legs spread, phone discarded. His focus is entirely on Jungwon, or more specifically, on the quiet smirk tugging at Jungwon's lips as another reply from you pops up.

"She said 'sometimes,'" Jungwon reads aloud, voice amused. "About the kissing."

Jay barks a short laugh. "You've got her wrapped, man. That shit's pathetic."

Jungwon shrugs, eyes flicking up briefly to meet Jay's. "She's cute, though."

"You mean easy," Jay corrects, smirking. He crawls up the bed, looming closer to see the screen. "Let me answer this one."

Jungwon doesn't hesitate. He hands over the phone, brushing Jay's fingers with his own in a way that lingers just long enough to feel intentional.

Jay types quickly.

jung1: i think about it all the time

He hits send and tosses the phone back to Jungwon like it's nothing. Like you're nothing.

"She's gonna lose her shit," Jay grins. "I bet she's already got her hand down her pants."

Jungwon laughs, soft and cruel. "Probably too scared to touch herself."

Jay cocks his head. "Should we help her out?"

Jungwon scrolls through your previous messages, eyes narrowing in amusement at the shy way you word things, all lowercase, hearts, hesitant punctuation. "She's already halfway there. We can keep pushing."

Jay moves in again, his voice low and close to Jungwon's ear. "Ask if she wants to see it."

There's no need to clarify. Jungwon knows exactly what it means.

He pauses. "Too soon?"

Jay shrugs. "Not if we say it like you're nervous about it. Make it sweet. You know, like...you."

Jungwon glances at him, a twitch of a smirk playing on his lips. "You're such a dick."

"Yeah. Right, whatever."

Jungwon doesn't deny it. Instead, he starts typing again, glancing at Jay before hitting send.

jung1: i don't wanna make you uncomfortable but... do you wanna see me?

They wait in silence. Jay's grinning now, teeth sharp. Jungwon's lip curls in satisfaction as your typing bubble pops up again and again, disappearing, coming back. He knows you're spiraling, nervous, flustered, overthinking every word.

Finally, your reply comes in.

you: yes...

Jay whistles low. "No way."

"I told you," Jungwon says simply, lifting the phone up. "She wants it." Jay stretches, arms behind his head, eyes dark. "Good. Then give it to her."

Jungwon's quiet as he opens his camera. He doesn't even hesitate whipping out his cock that's already half hard. It's almost insane how turned on he is by your naivety. The shot is fast, practiced. He sends it.

Then, almost like they planned it, he types the next message slowly, watching Jay's reaction from the corner of his eye.

jung1: your turn? 🙃

Jay leans in, lips barely parting. "She really sent it?"

Jungwon doesn't answer. He just turns the screen.

The picture is small, blurry but it doesn't matter. The point is that she sent it. You sent it. Your breasts sit so perky and perfect, nipples so hard—they both can't help but wonder if that was the first cock you ever saw.

Jay stares for a beat longer than he should. Then his gaze flicks up, locking with Jungwon's. Neither of them speak for a moment.

Then Jungwon licks his lips and murmurs, "You earned it."

Jay's already unzipping his jeans as Jungwon hands him the phone, maybe for a better view. He’s tugging at Jay’s jeans to hastily pull out his throbbing hard cock and wrap his mouth around it, the way he knows Jay likes.

Jungwon is leaned back against the headboard again, shirt off now, chest slowly rising and falling as he scrolls aimlessly through your messages, past the pictures, the nervous giggles you typed out, the confession you were too shy to say out loud but let slip anyway:

you: i've never done this before... only because it's you

His lip twitches at that. A smile. Barely there, but it's not the kind that reaches his eyes.

Jay's already half-asleep next to him, arms folded behind his head, a lazy grin still on his face and looking way too blissed out from what Jungwon did to him. "Didn't think she'd actually send it," he mumbles, eyes closed.

"She would've," Jungwon replies quietly, "Eventually. Girls like her always do."

Jay snorts. "Yeah, but only with you. You're the golden boy."

Jungwon hums, scrolling further, rereading a message where you told him you feel safe when he's around. That you trust him. That he makes you feel beautiful, not like how Jay always makes you feel small.

The irony almost makes him laugh.

He plays the role so well—soft voice, tender glances, the hand that brushes your hair behind your ear and tells you, "He doesn't mean it, you're perfect the way you are." You believed it, like you needed to.

And that's what made it easy.

Jay might've been loud, obvious, the kind of cruel you can point at and flinch from but Jungwon? He made you lean in. Made you feel chosen even.

He remembers the first time you blushed just because he said your name. Remembers how you always looked at him like he was the one good thing in a world full of people who didn't see you. You never asked why he never touched you when no one was looking. Why he always had a reason to walk away after making you flustered.

Because Jungwon never had to push. He waited. Watched. Let Jay tear you down until you reached for him like a life raft and he let you.

All the while knowing he was going to drown you too.

He turns the phone screen off and places it down slowly, thoughtfully. Jay's breathing deepens beside him, drifting off fully now but it doesn’t stop Jungwon from leaning in and pushing his tongue into Jay’s closed mouth and Jay even from his state of sleep, kisses back.

Jungwon laughs as he watches Jay’s head lift from the pillows, chasing Jungwon’s lips as he pulls back. Jungwon curls into Jay’s side and closes his eyes with that same soft expression you always mistook for affection.

But all it ever was—was hunger, dressed in kindness.

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• a/n: this gives me tension theory vibes, am i tripping?

[h0onviv]

god forbid a girl be tired 24/7

[h0onviv]

okay? okay. — sjy

two awkward nobodies turns tension into physical.

content tags: set in 1990's, no plot just loser!jake & loser!reader, s-stuttering? bear with them. explicit content (smut): cunnilingus, fingering, little bit of nipple play. MDNI! WC: 2.3k

It wasn't like Jake had no friends, at least not entirely. Technically, he had three people he occasionally talked to. Maybe not friends in the traditional sense, more like peripheral figures, one he sometimes exchanged notes with before class started, another who shared the same lunch table out of habit, and the third... well, Jake wasn't quite sure who the third was anymore.

When his mother found out it was his birthday, she lit up with an enthusiasm so disproportionate to the occasion that Jake felt immediately suffocated. She insisted on celebrating—went out and bought cake, plastic streamers that sagged against the living room wall, and even set out paper plates. Then she turned to him with a forced smile and said, "Invite your friends, sweetheart. All of them. It'll be fun!"

So, he'd done exactly that. Messaged the three people whose numbers sat unused in his contacts list. He waited until the very last minute, typing out a bland, uncertain invitation that he almost deleted several times before finally pressing send. Predictably, none of them replied.

Except for you.

You showed up ten minutes after the time listed on the message. Jake opened the door like he'd just been caught off guard, blinking behind his crooked glasses as if unsure whether to smile or hide.

"U-uh... H-happy b-birthd-day, J-Jake," you stammered, eyes flicking away from his.

He moved aside to let you in without saying a word, and now the two of you sat at the edge of the couch in his living room.

You kept tapping your foot against the carpet. Jake sat beside you, hunched slightly forward, hands wringing together in his lap, shoulders high. He kept adjusting his glasses even though they didn't need adjusting, the same way you kept picking at your nails or brushing invisible lint from your sleeve. Both of you mirrored each other's awkward tics without realizing it. The half-eaten cake on the coffee table sat untouched, its frosting slowly melting.

Jake finally broke the silence. "S-so... you came."

You nodded once, eyes flicking briefly toward him before darting away again. Your mouth opened, then closed. Then opened again. "Y-yeah. Um. I d-didn't have anything else, so..."

The sentence trailed off, neither of you bothering to pretend it was a convincing excuse. There was no music playing. No other voices in the house. His mother had retreated to the kitchen, likely pretending to busy herself while eavesdropping.

Minutes dragged of another silence, Jake reached for a slice of cake, changed his mind, pulled his hand back. You leaned forward like you might say something, then leaned back instead.

Jake cleared his throat, “uh… want to go to my room?”

Your cheeks warmed instantly, heat rising from your collar to your ears. You adjusted your glasses with shaky fingers, blinking once, then nodding. “Y-yeah… okay.”

"R-right there, Jake… ahhh. Just like that, please."

The faint static hum of the cassette player filled the air, mixed by the breathy sound of your voice that was something Jake never imagined he’d hear.

He never thought the first time he'd taste someone—you, of all people—would feel like this.

It was like a discovery. A minute ago, it had been all small talk and the awkward thuds of your steps across his carpeted floor. Now, his mouth was buried between your legs, and his world had narrowed to the rhythm of your breath and the sweetness of your skin.

Jake seen you at school, always half-hidden under oversized jumpers and layers. You’d sit beside him sometimes at lunch, two losers orbiting the same cafeteria table in silence, sharing glances that lasted just a second too long, and yet neither of you had ever said anything

Now, he realized what he’d missed, what had been concealed beneath the quiet demeanor and deliberately plain clothes. Your body was insanely hot, sinfully curved in ways that had Jake's hands unsure of where to settle, his brain desperately trying to keep up with what his body was experiencing. His glasses were slightly askew, fogged with heat, and the tips of his ears were burning as he adjusted his angle and listened to every sound you made in response to his tongue.

He licked tentatively at first, awkward, but then you moaned his name and something in him snapped. His hands gripped your thighs with more certainty. He moved his tongue in slow, deliberate strokes, testing what made your hips twitch or your breath hitch. Each reaction you gave was a reward, and Jake chased them obsessively.

"Please… m-more."

Jake nearly lost his mind. He moaned, open-mouthed, right against your soaked folds, the sound vibrating into you as he pushed his tongue in deeper.

There was still a part of him that couldn’t believe this was real. That he was doing this. That someone was writhing beneath him, clenching at his sheets, begging him not to stop.

He remembered how grossed out he used to be, overhearing locker room talk from guys who bragged about "the best pussy of their lives." Their words always came with a smirk, with arrogance, with a tone Jake hated. He thought it was pathetic.

Now, he fucking understood. The sounds you made, the way you whined, whimpered, and gasped sent heat rushing to his groin, making his cock throb painfully in his pants. But he ignored it. You were the center of his world right now. Your pleasure. Your body. Your voice. He’d never been good at much, but if he could just make you feel like this, if he could memorize every twitch and moan, then maybe he could be good at you.

Jake glanced up through the fogged lenses of his glasses, catching a glimpse of your face. Your eyes were barely open, mouth parted, cheeks flushed. Your head was tilted back, exposing the column of your neck as your hips rolled into him, grinding your heat against his mouth.

He groaned again, involuntarily, as he looked lower—your breasts bouncing softly with every motion, round and heavy and perfect, the sight alone enough to make him dizzy.

God, you were so fucking hot.

He pulled back just enough to drag his tongue slowly across your slit, savoring the taste. Then, with shaky resolve, he let one hand slide lower.

He pressed a finger against your entrance and felt how wet you were. Tentatively, he pushed in, slowly, watching your reaction, his finger slid inside you, warm and tight, and Jake nearly whimpered at how it felt around him.

Your moan cracked sharp through the air, and he moved quickly, adjusting. He ducked his head, focusing his lips on your clit, sucking softly. Your hips twitched against his face, your moans climbing in pitch, and Jake’s eyes fluttered closed as he moved his finger in a gentle rhythm—curling, dragging, retreating before plunging in again.

"Jake!"

He added a second finger without overthinking it, pushing deeper as he sucked harder on your clit. His pace grew more confident now, still trembling slightly, but driven by the way your thighs began to clamp around his shoulders, your body helplessly responding to everything he did. He could feel the way your walls clenched around his fingers. 

He was drowning in you, and he didn’t want to come up for air.

His hand gripped your thigh harder as he thrust his fingers faster, curling them just right, chasing the way your cries rose in volume and pitch. Jake couldn’t stop moaning either. 

Jake lifted his head, pulling back just enough to speak, breathless, face glistening. His fingers never stopped moving inside you. "Am I… am I doing a good job?" he asked,  eyes wide with hunger.

You reached for him, grabbing the frame of his glasses, tugging them gently off his face and setting them aside. Then your hand cradled his jaw, pulled him up over your body, and you kissed him hard.

The moment your lips crashed into his, you both moaned into each other’s mouths. Your kiss was all teeth and tongue, sloppy and intense, spit-slicked and shameless. Jake’s hand stayed between your legs, his fingers never stopping, still thrusting and curling inside you as your hips rocked against his palm.

Your tongues tangled in a frantic rhythm, colliding like neither of you had ever kissed someone before—and in truth, maybe neither of you had quite like this.

Jake whimpered against your mouth as your teeth caught his lower lip, tugging at it before crashing into him again. He tasted you on your tongue, on your lips, everywhere. 

His free hand slid under your back, holding you tighter, pulling you against him. Your breath hitched as his fingers curled again inside you, faster now, more urgent. The wet sounds of his hand between your legs mixed with the quiet, needy gasps you both kept sharing in between kisses.

Jake groaned into your mouth, hips grinding unconsciously against the mattress, desperate for relief, but he never stopped moving his fingers inside you.

You broke the kiss first, gasping for breath, your lips swollen, eyes fluttering open with a dazed kind of bliss.

“A-are you close?” Jake asked.

You nodded frantically, whimpering louder as your hips rocked down against his hand, chasing the high he was pulling from you so perfectly.

Jake shifted, sliding behind you, pulling your body back against his chest. He wrapped an arm under your chest, his palm cupping one of your breasts. The second his fingers brushed your nipple, he moaned against your neck—actually moaned—at how soft and warm you were in his hand. His thumb began to flick over it, teasing it to a stiff peak while his other hand stayed between your legs, fingers thrusting deeper now from this new angle.

In this position, he had control.

His legs tangled with yours, spreading them open, locking you down so you couldn’t close them even if you tried. His chest pressed against your back, every shaky breath he took ghosting over your shoulder. His fingers buried inside you could now reach places that made you cry out, nearly screaming as your head fell back against his shoulder.

Jake caught the sound with his mouth again, kissing you, swallowing your cries as he worked you relentlessly.

"Say my name when you cum," he breathed, voice cracking with need. "Tell me I'm doing good. Please. Please."

His hips rocked against you from behind, his clothed cock rutting helplessly against your lower back, leaking through his boxers. His thumb kept playing with your nipple, gentle and desperate at once, trying to hold you in place while you trembled against him.

You could barely think. Your skin was burning, your stomach tight with that sharp, spiraling pleasure that was just about to break loose.

You grabbed his wrist, guiding his fingers faster, pushing yourself down on them.

“Y-You’re doing so good, Jake,” you moaned, biting your lip. “Fuck, your fingers feel so good—don’t stop, don’t fucking stop.”

Jake gasped behind you, clinging tighter to your body, lips trailing along your jaw, your neck, desperate to be anywhere on you. You kept whispering, choking on moans, eyes rolling back as your climax crept closer with every flick of his wrist.

“You’re making me cum, Jake,” you panted, mouth falling open, hips jerking. “God, I’m gonna cum so fucking hard on your fingers—fuck—don’t stop.” 

Jake whimpered again, rutting harder against you from behind. 

And then you came.

You screamed his name, your body convulsed in his grasp, your slick heat pulsing in wet, desperate contractions that squeezed him in a way that made his brain blank out completely.

Jake’s eyes widened in a haze of disbelief as his cock throbbed once—twice—and then spilled. Completely untouched, fully clothed, still grinding against your back, he came in his pants.  His cum soaked the front of his boxers, but the feeling that overtook him was so violently good, he couldn’t even care.

He gasped, his forehead dropping to your shoulder, body trembling as the orgasm ripped through him, clenching his teeth to keep from crying out like an idiot. His hips jerked again, trying to ride out the friction.

Jake made a girl cum.

Jake made a girl fucking cum.

His mind couldn’t process anything else. Jake slowly pulled his fingers from your soaked cunt, blinking down at them in disbelief—glossy with slick, dripping down to his knuckles. Your cum. 

His heart pounded in his ears. His glasses were gone. His pants were soaked with his own mess.

And still, a breathless, disbelieving laugh escaped his lips, his forehead resting on your shoulder as he whispered, “I… I made you cum.”

"Y-yeah," you squeaked, still catching your breath. Your fingers reached behind you, gently brushing over his thigh. “T-thank you, Jake…”

He swallowed hard. “Did I… Was it… okay?”

You turned slightly, shifting in his lap, enough to glance back at him. His face was flushed deep red, hair sticking up in awkward angles, your lips curved into a soft, breathless smile, and you leaned back against him again hesitantly. 

Your lips curved into a soft, breathless smile. You leaned back against him again, a bit hesitant, but you wanted him close. 

“Okay?” you echoed with a light laugh, still flushed. “Jake, I couldn’t see straight. You made me forget my own name.”

Jake blinked rapidly. “U-uh, really?” His voice cracked.

You nodded, biting your lip as your gaze dropped, suddenly shy again in the aftermath. “Yeah,” you whispered. “Really.”

There was silence. You felt Jake shift behind you slightly, still holding your body.

And then, in the quietest voice, he asked:

“T-then… can I… can I keep doing this to you?”

You turned your head just enough to meet his eyes again. He looked scared. Like he’d already started bracing for rejection. 

You nodded, leaning in to press your lips to his jaw. “O-okay.”

His hands tightened around your waist, you could feel him harden again against you, still trapped inside soaked boxers, his body catching up fast to what his heart had just heard. 

"Okay? Okay." 

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# . BUT DADDY…⠀⠀✧

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YOU NEVER meant to say it.

really, you didn’t.

but jay’s hand was on your thigh, warm and heavy, his voice was low in your ear, and he looked too good in that black button-down with the sleeves rolled up. two drinks in, and you were already so gone for him. tipsy and light, fingers fidgeting with the silver chain around his neck while you sat sideways across his lap at some rooftop party you barely remembered getting invited to.

he hadn’t even kissed you yet. not tonight. not since he said “be good while i talk to heeseung” and you waited like you were told. didn’t interrupt, didn’t whine, didn’t tug at his shirt or lean into him too much even though every part of you ached to.

so when he finally pulled you back into his lap, one big hand curving around your waist and the other resting over your bare thigh like he owned it—you melted.

and that’s when it slipped out.

“you’re so pretty, daddy,” you whispered, barely realizing it left your mouth.

everything stopped.

his thumb twitched against your leg. his head tilted slightly, the chain you’d been toying with catching the light.

“say that again,” he said, softly. calmly.

your heart skipped. “say what?”

he didn’t smile. didn’t blink. just leaned in close enough that you could feel his breath when he murmured, “that word you just used. say it again.”

you swallowed. your fingers curled tighter around his chain.

“…daddy.”

the effect was immediate. his grip tightened. his eyes dropped to your mouth, then lower—trailing down your body like he was counting every curve, every inch that belonged to him.

his next words were growled.

“fuck. you really don’t know what you’re doing to me, do you?”

now, you’re on your back.

legs spread wide, panties shoved aside, dress bunched around your waist—and jay’s fingers buried deep inside you. his knee presses to the couch cushion beside your hip, keeping him steady as he works you open, slow and deep, like he’s making a point.

“you say something like that in public,” he says, voice low, “and you expect me not to lose my mind?”

your fingers curl into the cushion. your body jerks with every press of his fingers—two of them, thick and wet and curling up into that spot that makes you tremble.

“i didn’t mean to—i swear—”

“but you did.” he leans in closer, free hand gripping your jaw, tilting your head back until you have no choice but to look at him. “you said it so pretty. like you wanted me to hear it.”

you whimper. his thumb brushes your clit once—barely there—and your hips jolt.

“god, you’re soaked,” he mutters, mostly to himself. “fuckin’ knew it. my good girl’s been thinking about it. calling me daddy. getting ruined for it.”

“i have,” you breathe, desperate. “i have—”

“yeah?” his voice dips even lower. “what else do you think about, huh? me talking to someone else while you sit there lookin’ all innocent on my lap? wondering when i’m finally gonna take you home and fuck the brat out of you?”

you moan, back arching. his fingers pick up pace, wet and messy now, the sound of it obscene.

“you like when i call you that?” he asks, cocky now. “my little brat. my needy baby. my filthy girl who can’t even sit still on my fingers without grinding down.”

you can’t even form a word. it’s just gasps, whimpers, every muscle in your body coiled and tight.

he laughs—dark and dangerous. “say it again.”

you’re not sure what he means, but then his fingers go even deeper, and your head falls back, voice breaking—

“daddy—!”

and just like that, he groans.

“there she is.”

he pulls his fingers out just to slap your pussy once—light, but enough to make you cry out.

“don’t stop. say it again.”

“daddy—daddy, please—”

“mmh.” he kisses the side of your face. “such a perfect little mess for me.”

you sob when he shoves his fingers back in, harder this time. the rhythm is relentless, perfect. your thighs start to shake, and jay watches with fire in his eyes as you fall apart, clenching around his fingers and chanting that one word like it’s the only thing you know.

and even when it’s over—when you’re a trembling mess, face buried in his shoulder, body twitching from the aftershocks—he doesn’t stop.

he cups your jaw again, tilting your face toward his.

“that wasn’t even close to what you’re getting tonight,” he says, voice rough. “you call me daddy, you better be ready to handle all of me.”

and the way you whimper? wrecked and eager and soaked again already?

he knows you are.

[h0onviv]

hard hours. 18+ mdni. ♱ contains dark content.

lee heeseung. ♱

perv!heeseung ♡

rough mean!dom hee ♡

incel gamer hee ♡

incel hee thoughts ♡

incel hee thoughts 2 ♡

incel hee thoughts 3 ♡

incel hee thoughts 4 (feat. jay) ♡

incel hee thoughts 5 (feat. jay) ♡

perv bf hee ♡

park jongseong. ♱

stalker!jay (+ stalker!hoon) ♡

brat tamer ♡

casting couch ♡

sim jaeyun. ♱

dollification ♡

jakehoon 3some ♡

jakehoon 3some 2 ♡

incel jake (feat. femcel!reader) ♡

incel jake + ‘just the tip’ ♡

park sunghoon. ♱

brother’s best friend ♡

stalker!hoon (+ stalker!jay) ♡

toxic bf ♡

jakehoon 3some ♡

jakehoon 3some 2 ♡

©️ heechou

[h0onviv]

the concept of jake keeping a vibrator on your clit while you're bent over and sucking sunghoon off

[h0onviv]

oh man if u could so sub hybrid!hee or jake i’d love u forever … ur kitty jungwon one was so good !!! looking forward to more stuff from ur blog :D

puppy boy!

pairings: sub!jake x dom!reader

c. warnings: hybrid puppy!jake, mommy kink, pegging, drooling, collars, finger sucking + lmk if i missed anything!

w. count: 1.3k+

a. note: i'm so so sorry, anon, for how long overdue this was :(( i hope you like it tho, feedback n reblogs r always appreciated <3

it was late in the night and you were still busy doing your assignments, jake had supposedly gone off to bed hours ago.

"mommy", jake's small voice called out to you, snapping you out of work trance. you hum out confused as you turn around and see jake looking at you, an adorable pout adorning his face and his pretty pink collar still securely around his neck.

"what's wrong, jakey?",

jake's big puppy eyes looked nearly on the verge of tears, his puppy ears laying flat on his disheveled hair. unable to resist, you open your arms to invite jake to sit on your lap. in an istant, jake planted himself on your lap, the sound of his little bell from his collar jingling at how quickly he ran into your lap. despite his tired face, his tail wagged happily as your hand gently ran up and down the small of his back and his face burried in my neck.

"hurts, mommy...", jake whined out quietly.

"what hurts, pup?" you ask, concerned. jake's face flushed and he hid deeper in your neck, as his little puppy ears twitched. jake's hand gently holds your wrist, shyly guiding it down to his crotch and oh.

it was a miracle how you hadn't noticed how hard jake was earlier when he walked into your office, considering the large bulge his pajama shorts were barely covering. you coo at jake before your wrist palmed his covered erection, moving in small circular motions. at your teasing touch, jake lets out a pitiful whimper, subconsciously bucking his hips up into your touch.

"mommy, please fuck me...", jake's pout deepened as he continued grinding into your palm, his tongue mouthing your neck, letting his saliva coat your skin as a purple mark forms there for him to admire after.

you let him continue his ministrations for awhile longer until you notice his hips desperately bucking up into your palm and his hands travelled all over your body until he finally reaches up to squeeze your breast, a whine is ripped out of him as jake feels his orgasm approaching.

"i've barely done anything puppy and you're already such a mess", you taunt.

jake's cheeks flushed a red hue, his drool sliding down your neck, unshed tears brimming at his big puppy eyes and at some point, jake's hips had changed into a humping motion, trying to chase as much friction as possible.

at all the tell tale signs of his impending orgasm, you pull your hand away from his clothed dick, depriving him of his much needed release.

"mommy!", jake cries out. his eyes that were previously closed shut, jutting open to look at up at you as tears threaten to fall.

you quickly shush him and rub up and down his back in an attempt to soothe your puppy. your fingers reach to pull down his pajama pants, jake lifting his hips to help ease you. as the garment is removed, his throbbing cock jumps out, smacking his stomach. his tip an angry red as precum glistened on his slit, a drop of precum gathers and falls down the side of his long length, down a prominent vein. jake bites his lip as your thumb swipes at his slit, gathering his precum on it before bringing it up to your lips to wrap your tongue around the digit, humming out slightly at his taste, your beautiful eyes never once leaving his.

as you release your thumb, you usher jake off your lap. another sad whimper exits your puppy at the loss of your close proximity.

"take off your clothes, pup", you instruct jake as to which he quickly obeys. while jake, hurriedly strips himself, you clear your desk and reach in the drawer drawer to pull out jake's favourite strap.

by the time you turn back to face jake, he's completely nude. his pretty cock standing proud against his stomach, hard and aching. a small smile etches onto your face at jake's eagerness, his tail continuing to wag happily.

your fingers tap the desk once, immediately jake is bent over your desk, his back arched and resting on his forearms, just as you've trained him to.

reaching up, you ruffle his hair, "good boy, jakey", you praise, his ears perking up at the praise as he mumbles a shy thank you.

your hands roam all over his body, stroking from his shoulders to his slim waist before finally reaching his ass. gently you squeeze and massage his cheeks, rubbing the skin softly before your finger circles around his tight hole which flutters around nothing.

slowly, you push a finger in. his hole practically swallowing your digit. gently you gradually add more fingers into jake to stretch him out. as you begin to thrust your fingers into him slowly, jake whines out, rolling his hips back against your fingers.

"mommy, puppy's already streched for you."

a small chuckle leaves you at his desperation. pulling out your fingers, you spit into your hand to lube up your strap.

once you deem your strap ready, your hands circle around jake's slender waist before pushing your large cock into his hole. a moan is ripped out of jake's throat as he feels you deep in him, his body and chest flushing. your body stilled as you waited for jake to adjust to your girth, not even a minute later jake's hips begin to move against you.

your fingers stroke his waist soothingly, as you admire the way his delicate hips move languidly along your cock, struggling to take in your full length. his ass cheeks jump at each of his own thrusts, desperate to feel all of you in him.

"you can go faster than this, can't you puppy?", you coo encouragingly at jake.

multiple whimpers resonate throughout the room as you watch him do all the work himself, his movements fastening.

finally taking pity on jake, you finally begin to thrust into jake. the tip of your cock hitting directly into his prostate, jake lets out a loud cry at the overwhelming pleasure.

your poor baby is a mess by now, big pretty tears rolling down his pink cheeks, a mantra of moans and 'mommy' leaving him. tongue lolling out of his mouth drooling all over himself and your desk as he pants.

"look at the mess your making, baby", reaching forward you shove two fingers into jake's mouth to which he immediately sucks on, gagging slightly as they reach the back of his throat.

at the new angle, your cock reaches into his hole deeper, repeatedly abusing his prostate. despite your fingers in his mouth, it does little to stop your puppy from drooling, his saliva rolling down your arm. muffled moans and whines alongside your groans and the sound of your skin against jake's rings through the room.

jake's throbbing cock hangs heavily between his thighs, droplets of precum falling onto your wooden floors at your hard and deep thrusts. your other finger, reaches up to pinch at his pink nipples, jake mewls around your fingers at the pleasure. more tears are streaming down his pretty face, his mind is only filled with the thoughts of you as you fuck him dumb.

his hands gently pull at your wrist, "mommy please, need to cum!", he hurries out before sucking on your digits once again.

you release his now puffy nipple and reach for his cock, stroking it quickly, in pace with your thrust.

"cum for mommy, puppy. be mommy's good boy."

at your words, your fingers toying with his cock and your cock continuously kissing his prostate, jake moans around your fingers. his back arching beautifully as his cock releases a nearly concerningly large amount of cum, your hand strokes him through his orgasm.

his moans now quietened down to whimpers from the strength of his release, your hips slowing before finally going still. you gently pull out of jake, removing your fingers from his mouth, a string of saliva connecting you.

immediately, praises fall out of you. jake lets you manhandle him gently until he's resting on your lap on your chair once again. a comforting hand patting over jake's back while pressing soft kisses wherever you can reach as he rests his head on your shoulder, arms wrapping around you tightly, his tail wagging as he basks in your praise.

©spideyriki 🍉

[h0onviv]

this is peak heechou eats again!

would loooove to c more sex related hcs for incel hee or jake or both🤤🤤

yall do know what incel stands for right… /lh /nm🤭

18+ mdni. ♡ cw: noncon, incel!jake, coercion, manipulation, degradation, no prep pinv, mention of not using a condom, unspecified birth control, creampie

‘it’d just be the tip.’ jake says again, still trying to convince you. ‘like… just the head,’ he makes an ok sign with his fingers, leaving a hole between his index and his thumb. ‘that’s it, i won’t go any further.’

you’ve begun to feel bad for your roommate. he’s home every weekend, holed up in his bedroom. actually, that’s not entirely accurate. it’s every night. the same thing. at first, you were just grateful he wasn’t bringing home a revolving door of different women and trashing your shared living space… but now, you just pity him.

he knows, and he wants to take advantage of that. ‘you’d be doing me a huge favour.’ he adds.

you wrinkle your nose. ‘don’t say that, that’s not…’ you shake your head. you’d like to let your ego be stroked by jake’s attention but you’re aware he’s not interested in you specifically, just your proximity and (slight) willingness.

how you end up laying on your back on the couch while he’s sat between your legs is beyond you… just act now and worry about the consequences later. what’s the worst that could happen? ‘where’s the condom i gave you,’ you ask, propping yourself up on your elbows as you look down where jake is pulling himself out of his boxers. you’re just in your panties and a t-shirt, having refused to strip down any further.

‘uh,’ jake fists his cock in one hand, pumping himself to get to full hardness as he reaches out to grip your thigh with the other. ‘we don’t need it.’

‘what do you mean we don’t need it?’ you nearly shout at him, sitting up further.

jake’s expression strains with pleasure as he keeps stroking himself, seemingly unfazed by your protests. ‘i’ve never been with anyone else…’ he murmurs, breathily, eyes closed. you may have thought he was embarrassed but you know him better than that. ‘aren’t you on birth control anyway?’ he says accusingly, the subtle smirk crossing his lips not going unnoticed.

you lean back slightly, figuring the quickest way to get this over with is to shut up. ‘fine.’ you mumble, laying all the way down. you rest your hands on your chest, closing your eyes. your breath hitches in your throat as you feel jake pull your panties to the side, notching the head of his cock at your entrance. he rubs his tip against your slit, skin catching on skin because you’re not the least bit wet.

at first, it really is just the tip… jake pushing in just enough to part your folds and breach your hole. you can hear him groan, his hands on either side of you on the couch, caging you in. you don’t open your eyes, but you imagine if you did you’d see him hovering over you, dark hair falling in his eyes as grits his teeth. then, there’s another inch.

‘wait! what’re you doing-‘

‘feels too good, baby, can’t stop- fuck!’ he bottoms out inside of you suddenly.

you raise your hands, pushing at his chest. ‘jake, stop, pull out,’ you whimper, panic evident in your voice. ‘now! pull out now!’

but, he doesn’t. instead, he grabs your wrists and pins them down on either side of your head, using the new position as leverage to thrust into you. ‘fuck, take it,’ he snarls. ‘this is what you fucking wanted.’

you don’t know what he’s talking about, any protest coherent or otherwise getting caught in your throat. your braless tits bounce in the confines of your oversized shirt, catching his attention because he grabs one in his hands and squeezes roughly. you keep your lips pressed together, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of making noises for him.

‘you love this, don’t you? being used like this, i bet you’ve been fantasizing about this moment.’ he spits, like he’s angry with you… like you’re at fault for something. his voice is cracking, movements getting sloppier and fuck, you know well enough, he’s going to cum.

‘please,’ you beg, ‘pull out, please.’

‘oh now you wanna change your tone?’ he remarks, commenting on the way you’re pleading with him instead of demanding. you wonder if maybe you didn’t bring it up again, he would’ve pulled out but now he’s finishing inside just to spite you.

jake buries himself to the hilt in your warm depths, painting your inner walls white with his load. he’s panting heavily as he lets go of your wrists, sitting back.

‘you lied to me.’ you mumble softly.

‘yeah, well you trusted me.’

[h0onviv]

One thing about emi is that she WILL eat!!

‎ 𝗧𝗔𝗦𝗧𝗘  𝗢𝗙  𝗬𝗢𝗨  ✦  𝗟.𝗛𝗦

‎ ★ ◞ 𝗐𝗂𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝗀𝖾𝗍 𝖺𝗇𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 . . .

이희승 as your munch bf ! ⭑ ── wc. 388 ୨ৎ mature drabble ✧ w. smut ( 18+ mdni! ) , oral sex , explicit language , pet names

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heeseung cannot get enough of eating you out, seriously. he notices how every little moment makes you lose it, and he lives for it.

the way his tongue runs up your slit to collect the wetness, the way he sucks on your clit just enough to have your eyes rolling back, the way his tongue moves along your core, swirling around the flesh and occasionally sliding just inside.

every single second has your brain all fuzzy, and it shows when your thighs clench around his head, your fingers threading and grabbing his soft hair, and the soft moans and little screams that spill from your lips.

"mm, hee.." you whimper as he takes the first slow lick, tongue running up your soaking, warm pussy with a soft wet sound that makes your breath hitch.

he relishes the sound you make, head buried between your thighs as his large hands grip your hips tight, pressing you closer while his mouth hungrily feasts on you.

"tastes so good, princess.." he mumbles against your core, his breath hot. his lips suck gently on your clit, tongue swirling around it in slow circles as his eyes flutter shut, savoring the warmth and sweet taste of you while you softly moan, the wet noises between you filling the room.

"f-uck.." you stutter, fingers curling into his soft locks as his tongue works up and down your core, now slick with his saliva, sliding just about inside, swirling itself around just as he hears you cry out.

"so sweet, doll." he assures you, his tongue gliding up a few more times, nose bumping softly into your pussy, his muffled giggles mixing with your shaky breaths.

"g-gonna cum, hee.. shit!" you sob, back arching slightly off the bed as your hips jerk up instinctively.

he holds you down in place, fingers digging further into your skin as he moves his mouth faster against you. his tongue strokes your slit deeper, pressing little kisses to your clit between long, wet flicks.

"cum baby, that’s it.." he says, voice husky as your uncontrollable whines and hitched breaths fill the room, the sound of his mouth working against your pussy mixing with his eager groans.

your cum seeps out, landing on his tongue as he collects every drop, like he’s been waiting to get a taste of you.

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[h0onviv]

omggg imagine perv bf hee who is absolutely obsessed with your tits like will grope you for hours even if ur doing something as mundane as washing dishes, or about to go to sleep and he start sucking and pinching cause he claims it helps him fall asleep?? also when u straddle he doesn't care whether or not u ride his dick all he wants is to motorboat, squeeze, bite, anything that has to do with your tits (might even cum untouched sometimes 🤷‍♀️)

ohhh the perv bf sucking ur titties so he can sleep agenda goes crazyyyy /pos. edit: i got off track but it is what it is. /lh

18+ mdni. ♡ cw: heavy dubcon, degradation, tittysucking, groping, dry humping, fingering, pinv, orgasm denial</3

your eyes are closed, your breathing beginning to slow. you’re laying on your side, facing the wall. he’s not sneaky about it, your boyfriend’s hand snaking up your torso to cup your heavy breast in his palm. his thumb immediately finds your nipple, making your breath hitch in your throat. ‘hee, i was almost asleep…’ you murmur, your voice somewhat hoarse from lack of use.

‘just a little bit...’ he’s quick to respond, ignoring your mumbled plea. ‘just a little bit.. it’ll help you sleep, too.’ how thoughtful. he doesn’t need to elaborate, you already know what he wants. you roll onto your back, your eyes focusing on his eager smile illuminated even in the dark of your bedroom. he climbs on top of you, reaching for the hem of your sleep shirt to push it towards your neck. the cool air of the room hits your bare chest, making your nipples stiffen. he grabs your soft mounds, one in each hand, kneading them between his fingers as he rocks his hips against yours.

‘shit, hee,’ you hiss, his erection already pressing insistently into your soft flesh. this is not actually what you thought he wanted, it’s a bit more. ‘you’re so fucking bold,’ you tell him, a tad playful but there’s still annoyance in your tone. ‘mm.. just a little bit..’ he repeats, rutting against you harder before dipping his head down between your breasts.

he licks a stripe from your sternum towards the apex of your cleavage, mouthing at the pillowy skin before capturing a pert nipple between his teeth. you gasp as he nips your sensitive nub, your body jerking but he just looks up at you, the whites of his eyes nearly glowing as he begins to suckle on the bud. asshole.

heeseung’s grinding never ceases, moaning around your nipple as he sucks on one breast and gropes the other. he alternates between the two, sending tingles racing down your spine to where heat pools in your core. you try to let yourself just enjoy it, even though you’d rather be asleep right now… it does still feel nice receiving attention from your boyfriend, knowing he needs you even in the earliest hours of the morning.

you’re snapped out of your daydreams by heeseung’s movements stilling and the pathetic whine that rips from his throat. you’re surprised, maybe even a little startled at first before you realize. you let out a breathless chuckle, your head falling back against your pillow. ‘mm, sorry’ he mumbles against your tit, still sucking on your breast as he rides out his high against your thigh.

‘you’re such a loser,’ you laugh at him but you swear it’s affectionate. in one swift motion, he pulls your sleep shorts down to your ankles exposing your panty covered mound. ‘hee, stop,’ you say, his hand coming to cover your core. two fingers rub against your damp seam, coaxing a soft whine from deep within.

‘you’re so wet, baby,’ he croons softly, hovering over you as his index finger finds your clit, stroking the swollen bud. your knees rise, legs instinctively parting to make more space for him between them.

‘i said stop it,’ you repeat, trying to sound stern but it comes out like a whimper. ‘i said stop it,’ he mocks back, mimicking your words. your brows furrow, frowning… you hate that you’re only getting more wet for him.

‘i just want to make you feel good, baby,’ heeseung whispers, pressing his lips against yours as he slips a single digit into your tight heat. you moan into his mouth whilst arching towards him. your head feels a little fuzzy as he adds another finger. he curls them inside of you, grazing your sweet spot before slowly pumping them in and out of your slick channel.

‘h-hee,’ you whimper, not really contributing to the kiss anymore since your mind is solely focused on the pressure building in your lower abdomen. ‘what? you want me to stop?’ he says, halting his ministrations but leaving his fingers buried inside your cunt. your inner walls flutter in response.

‘stop being a stupid tease,’ you whine, your hips bucking involuntarily as he gropes your breast rougher than he was before. he finds your nipple between two fingers on his free hand, pinching harshly until you let out a soft cry. you think he’s going to keep pushing you, ask you why he should give you what you want… but instead, he withdraws his fingers and leans back to fumble with his sweatpants.

heeseung’s hands come to rest on your hips, gripping tightly as he lines himself up with your entrance. his tip is sticky from having already cum in his pants, groaning at the sensitivity of his length as he begins sinking into you. ‘h-hee, slow down.’ you whine, reaching up to clutch his biceps but he ignores you, sheathing himself fully within your tight cunt in one thrust.

you cry out, your grasp on his arms tightening and your nails sinking into his skin. ‘h-hee,’ you mewl. he buries his face in the crook of your neck, panting as he fucks into you at a steady pace. it feels good, his girth stretching you open as the broad head of his cock nudges the spongy spot near your cervix, making your toes curl. the tension in your gut grows tighter, like a band threatening to snap as he grunts into your ear.

‘taking me so well, even when you wanna act like you hate me’, he growls. the sound of skin slapping against skin echoes in the bedroom, your jaw clenching as you feel your climax approaching. ‘mm, close!’ you mewl.

heeseung begins snapping his hips into you faster, ramming your cervix head-on. you keen towards him, mouth falling open as your vision turns white. just as you’re about to tip over the edge, he pulls out and fists his cock over your abdomen. he gives himself a few final pumps before finishing onto your stomach. you lay there, thighs twitching but you can’t bring yourself to utter a word.

heeseung collapses on top of you, nuzzling his face into your tit as he puts his full weight onto you. it kind of hurts, a slight ache remaining in your core but it doesn’t feel the same way it did before. ‘love you,’ he mumbles, giving the swell of your breast a wet kiss before rolling back over onto his side of the bed.

[h0onviv]

...¬‿¬

omgoshh incel jake actually goes kind of crazy.... definitely another perv/gooner type but ☝️🤓 idea with a twist maybe you actually degrade him ?? even as an asshole incel hes so bottom

eheh lucky for u /lh i already had an idea for this kind of concept. >:)) to clarify tho, i don’t really like writing dom!reader (read: i’m also just not very good at it i fear). so bear with me here /lh edit: holy shit i fucked this up again. i’m still going to post it tho because i wrote a lot but. idek anymore.

18+ mdni. ♡ cw: dubcon, femcel themes (not rly, i wanna try again sometime), face slapping, manhandling, degradation, dry humping (but barely), mention of toys (vibrators), spitting (because i couldn’t resist), brief mentions of food/eating (plot).

so, i’m kind of imagining in this scenario i’m making up on the spot lol, that jake’s ‘asshole incel’ tendencies come from a place of trying to rebel against the standards you’ve set up for him. he justifies his behaviour by telling himself that ‘you made him this way’.

when you first got into a relationship together, you were sweet and loving with him… he was your first serious boyfriend. but then you quickly realized that if you’re kind and patient with men they will always, always take advantage of that.

you have a full-time job that you’re committed to, but you would rather not have to work if that was an option… which it isn’t because jake can’t stay employed for more than a couple days it seems. you tell him if he’s not going to get a job, he at least has to cook and clean up while you’re at work…

you remind him of these expectations almost every day and it doesn’t change anything. he tells you he will and then he tells you he forgot, while looking up at you with big, pleading, manipulative eyes. you know he has a bad memory :(( how can you expect him to do something he’s just not capable of?

you’re getting fed up with this ‘act’, his skillfully weaponized incompetence. you can’t believe you let him get away with it for so long but you try not to blame yourself. coming home from work and you’re beyond exhausted, your whole body hurts and you’re starving… the apartment is a mess, dishes stacked in the sink to the point where you can barely move the tap… you’re deterred from making dinner for yourself even if you wanted to.

you go into the bedroom where jake has his gaming setup, calling his name as you approach his chair. he doesn’t even look up, shouting something at the screen animatedly before breaking out into laughter. you’ve fucking had it. you rip the headset off his head, earning a sharp cry of confusion from him as now he looks up at you, brows furrowed in annoyance.

‘what was that for?’ he asks, seemingly incredulous that you would interrupt him so rudely. you scoff at him in return, crossing your arms tightly over your chest. you want to yell at him, to tell him everything you’re upset about all at once.. but the problem is that you’ve done that before, you’ve done it multiple times, it’s not like he doesn’t know what’s bothering you or that this is coming out of nowhere. instead, you decide not to waste your breath and just grab him by his shirt with both hands, dragging him out of his chair.

jake would tell you he let you do that but in the moment you feel pretty good about roughing him up and shoving him onto the bed. you climb on top of him to keep him pinned down, your hands on either of his shoulders as you hold him in place. ‘you’re a piece of shit.’ you hiss at him, trying not to let yourself be deterred by the sudden hurt that crosses his features. ‘i go out and work to make money so you can buy your stupid little video games and what do i get in return?’

he just stares back up at you, unblinking. ‘i asked you a fucking question.’ you demand, squeezing his shoulders tighter, one hand creeping closer to his neck to rest around the juncture of his collarbone, applying pressure.

‘stop it..’ he whimpers and you can’t help but feel a little high off the fact that you’ve made him feel bad.

‘i get nothing.’ you bark out, wrapping your fingers fully around his neck now. ‘you’re pathetic, you can’t even do the one thing you should be useful for.’ you don’t need to elaborate, you can see on his face he already knows what you mean. you haven’t had sex in weeks, maybe months even. why would you if your vibrator can make you cum and he can’t?

you’re not really sure what comes over you, maybe it’s something about having him underneath you like this, helpless to your whims… but you grind your hips forward, not so shocked to find that he’s nearly hard beneath you. ‘pathetic.’ you repeat, grabbing his jaw. ‘open.’ you command, while rutting your hips against him a little more.

when he does, you lean in and spit in his mouth. ‘swallow.’ you murmur, watching as he does. you want to degrade him further for letting himself be handled by you like this, for just laying there and taking it instead of fighting back but… you don’t even care anymore. the friction of his jeans feels good again your sensitive folds, trying to angle yourself differently so you get more pressure on your clit. you know you’ll be angry again soon but you try to just let yourself have this moment.

beneath you, jake shudders audibly. his eyes flutter closed as he lets out a shaky breath. his hips buck upwards, grinding himself back against you. his hands come up to grab a hold of your hips, trying to guide your movements. this pisses you off, your rage returning full force as you slap him across the face. he moans loudly in response, his movements slowing and becoming janky. your lips are parted in shock, both at yourself for hitting him… albeit less so… you’re more surprised about his reaction although maybe you shouldn’t be.

there’s a warmth in your core that it takes you a moment to realize isn’t emanating from you. raising your hips, you realize your boyfriend came in his pants. jake’s cheeks are flushed, avoiding your gaze as he lays limp on the bed. you hit him again. he whimpers, his cock twitching in his jeans. ‘you disgust me.’ you say with finality, getting up. it’s fitting though, in your mind. you were giving yourself a moment of pleasure in his presence and he just had to get off first.

you grab your vibrator from the nightstand, making sure he sees it before slamming the door behind you.

[h0onviv]

OH YUMMM

after the concept photos came out omg we need kinky free use submissive reader x dom member (or reverse? u choose???)!! i am very intrigued by your office idea so maybe you can incorportte that??? love u

YESS i hope u like this one op hopefully i did ur idea justice D:

boss!sunghoon x afab secretary!reader | 2.1k

☆ part one | part two

☆ cw → office au , pwp , mild dubcon , degradation , blowjobs , mention of free use relationship with boss!hyungline , recording without consent , sunghoon is obsessed with cats & calls reader a kitten once , reader is a whore for hyungline & she's playing the long game

“Sunghoon, I’m not going to—” You blink up at Sunghoon in disbelief. 

Sunghoon’s fingers are digging into the skin of your jaw with a grip that’s so gentle, yet tight. You’ve been on your knees on the bathroom floor for what feels like hours, and at this point you’re starting to feel a dull ache settling throughout your legs. Sunghoon smiles at you, lips curled into something sickeningly fond and sweet.

It makes your stomach churn.

“To what, hm?”

“To meow for your dick.” You mumble, cheeks aflame with embarrassment. 

“Why? You do it all the time as a joke already.” Sunghoon says, running his thumb along your bottom lip. 

“That’s—that’s different.” You breathe out. 

Sunghoon tilts his head, pressing down on your lip and humming at you in a way that makes your brain go fuzzy. “How? Think of it as another task. Simple and easy,” Sunghoon glances at the door behind you. “We don’t have a lot of time.”

The weight of the situation hits you then; what Sunghoon’s asking of you. Sunghoon wants you to meow for his cock. You swallow, looking up at him helplessly. As if Sunghoon can sense your hesitation, he shifts, removing his hand from your chin to tug his slacks and boxers down to his knees in one swift motion. You hate how your mouth betrays you and waters at the sight of Sunghoon’s cock.

“What’s it going to be, hm? Are you going to meow for it?” Sunghoon’s voice is soft, gentle like he isn’t asking you for—whatever this is. You gulp, throat bobbing and face hot, your focus on Sunghoon’s cock. “Words, baby. I know you want it.”

To be fair, you should’ve seen it coming. Sunghoon’s always asking you to do things, whether it be doing some cringe aegyo for his cock or wearing the cat ears you wore during the company’s Halloween party last year while he fucks you. But, despite it all, no matter how embarrassing it feels, you always comply; the feeling of shame and embarrassment and attention only pushes you further, you hate how you thrive under it.

“Sunghoon,” you try, helplessly. “Just let me suck you off before we have to go back. Our—our lunch is almost over.”

Sunghoon clicks his tongue, tutting at you as he wraps a hand around himself, stroking slowly. You make a sound, needy and high. “Sunghoon, please.”

“C’mon, do what you do best. You know what to do, baby.” Sunghoon looks down at you with hooded lids as he strokes himself, and you flush further. He just wants you to listen. Sunghoon could do this all day, you realize.

You squirm, wincing as you realize that your legs have fallen asleep. “It’s embarrassing.”

“Is it? Are you embarrassed?”

“Sunghoon.” You let out a whine. 

Sunghoon indulges you, letting the hand he has around his cock guide himself forward, forward until the head is tracing along your bottom lip, wetting it with precome. Sunghoon smiles at you, and you press your thighs together in an attempt to ground yourself.

“Come on,” Sunghoon says, lowly. “You know you want to. Why are you playing hard to get?”

You blink up at him, at a loss for words. The worst thing about it is that you want to. Sunghoon knows you want to, he knows that you would do anything if it meant you’d be able to please him, to get to have your mouth full. You open your mouth to protest, only for a weak whine to come out when your lips brush against the head of Sunghoon’s cock.

“Sunghoon,” you murmur, brain already starting to go mush and obedient, just how Sunghoon likes you. 

You trail off, closing your eyes and breathing deeply through your nose. When you open them, Sunghoon is still looking down at you, a smug, sardonic grin on his face that makes your embarrassment grow further. “Please.”

“Hm?” Sunghoon tilts his head, smiling so wide that his canines glint under the lighting of the bathroom. 

You huff again, all the fight leaving your system. You open your mouth, but fall short of words. You purse your lips before making—or, trying to make a noise akin to a… meow. 

Sunghoon snorts, and you bite down on your bottom lip to hold the humiliation back, the sob that threatens its way out of your mouth. God, Sunghoon is the one with the oral fixation, yet he always has you like this, making you beg just to have his cock in your mouth.

“You know you can do better than that.” Sunghoon says it so sweetly, yet it’s so humiliating that you want to cry.

“Please,” you plead, before realizing that Sunghoon isn’t going to give it up. You do it again, louder this time. Sunghoon raises a brow, unimpressed.

“Do it like you mean it.” Sunghoon’s eyes haven’t left you the whole time, and he has that look in his eyes: the same look Heeseung gives you when you slack off even the tiniest bit, the same look Heeseung gives you when you mess up during a meeting. 

You swallow down the humiliation and sniffle, holding back the tears and the burning in your nose, and do it again. You barely have time to take a breath before you’re choking, Sunghoon’s cock forcing its way into your mouth. 

Sunghoon holds your head in place, and you faintly feel disgusted once you realize the position the two of you are in. You; with your knees on the dirty floor of the bathroom, and Sunghoon; seated on the seat of the toilet. The thought makes you gag, and you sputter around Sunghoon’s cock. 

“You’re so ungrateful. I ask you to do one thing, and you can’t even do it,” Sunghoon lets out a laugh before furrowing his brows. “You’re always so good for me, yet you can’t even do this when I ask you to?” 

You whine around Sunghoon’s cock, breathing in harshly through your nose when tears well up in your eyes. Sunghoon presses in further, hand pushing your head down until your nose is buried in his finely trimmed pubic hair. Sunghoon holds you still, and you know better than to move. 

You swallow helplessly around Sunghoon’s cock, throat constricting as you try to take in nosefulls of air. Sunghoon only hums, hand still fisted in your hair. “Maybe I should get Heeseung? He’d be able to teach you, wouldn’t he? You’d be good for him, wouldn’t you?”

You close your eyes, squeezing them shut. A few tears run down your cheeks, dripping onto Sunghoon’s thighs. Sunghoon continues, “I know you would, you always listen to him so well,” Sunghoon lifts you up until you release his cock completely, letting you breathe for a few seconds before pushing your head down again, all the way to the hilt. More tears spring from your eyes at the feeling of Sunghoon’s cock hitting the back of your throat. “Yet you never wanna listen to me.”

“Is that what you want? You want Heeseung to be here instead?” Sunghoon asks. You shake your head as much as you can around a mouthful of Sunghoon’s cock. Your eyes widen when you see Sunghoon reach down to fish out his phone from his pockets. “Look pretty. I’ll give you what you want.”

You squint your eyes once you feel the flash on you, and in horror, you realize that Sunghoon is recording you. You don't fear the fact that you’re being recorded, rather, you fear for who Sunghoon is recording you for. 

“You’re so pretty like this, baby. You really do look like a cat, hm?” Sunghoon smiles at you, phone a few inches from your face. “Pretty baby, pretty kitten.”

You hate the way you preen inwardly at the compliment. Hates the way you feel yourself clenching around nothing. Sunghoon coos at you, and the humiliation from earlier returns. 

“Yeah? You like that? Always knew you did. That’s why you’re always letting me fuck you in the ears, huh? You like it just as much as I do, don’t you?”

You let out a pained moan, but it only comes off as a garbled sound around Sunghoon’s cock. Sunghoon hisses at the feeling, fingers gripping your hair tighter. Sunghoon still has the phone in front of your face, and you startle when you hear a few clicks. 

“Maybe I’ll send these to your bosses, hm? Let them all know how much you like this. Maybe I’ll let them take turns with you too,” Sunghoon releases the grip he has on your hair to reach lower, sticking two of his fingers into your mouth alongside his cock. “Maybe even Jongseong. I see the way you look at him. You look at him the same way you look at Heeseung—the same way you look at me, like if he asked you to, you’d let him fuck you right then and there.”

You whine, feeling yourself drip as you clench helplessly. Sunghoon isn’t wrong, you know that if Sunghoon hadn’t been the one to fuck you first, you’d have gladly went to Jongseong or Jake instead—even Heeseung, if he’d let you. The thought makes your mouth pool with saliva, spit making its way out from around Sunghoon’s cock and fingers to dribble pathetically down your chin, wetting Sunghoon’s wrist.

Sunghoon makes a face, curling his lip. “You’re always so messy. Heeseung won’t fuck you if you can’t keep your spit in your fucking mouth, he doesn’t like it messy.” Sunghoon says, and you sniffle, holding back another sob. “You’re always drooling all over my fucking pillows, but Heeseung won’t like that. You know how clean he is, don’t you?”

You nod, inhaling through your nose. Sunghoon pulls the phone away to peer down at you, examining you with disinterest. Sunghoon clicks his tongue, “You’re so greedy. You always want more, you can’t ever be happy with what you have, can you?”

You want to retort. You want to tell Sunghoon that he’s wrong and that you’re not greedy—but it’s true, you’ve always bitten off more than you can chew. You can’t help but always want more than you deserve.

Sunghoon taps away at his phone, and you squirm at the sound of the keyboard. Sunghoon doesn’t break a sweat, there’s no crack through his facade that can show you that he’s even the least bit affected by this. Your throat is starting to ache, but you love it; you relish in the feeling of Sunghoon deep in your throat, the familiar, comfortable weight of Sunghoon’s cock resting on your tongue.

A moment passes, and Sunghoon finally sets his phone on the counter. Your shoulders slump in relief. 

“Bosses are texting, baby. Time’s up.” And then Sunghoon’s pulling you off of his cock by the hair. You inhale deeply, taking a few shaky breaths to ground yourself. Sunghoon holds you like that; hand fisted in your hair, tilting you side to side like he’s assessing you. Sunghoon clicks his tongue, other hand coming up to wipe your chin with the back of his fingers. 

“You’re so messy,” Sunghoon murmurs. “I don’t have to do much and you already look like you got fucked. Run through.”

You pout and Sunghoon coos at you. “Nothing to be embarrassed about, baby. It’s cute. Just—Heeseung isn’t gonna like it.”

You don't get a chance to reply, because within the next second Sunghoon’s lifting you, up until you’re back on your own two feet. You wince when your joints crack, the numbness of your legs has you falling forward into Sunghoon with a yelp. Sunghoon catches you easily, hands reaching out to wrap around your waist to stabilize you. 

“Zip me up.” Sunghoon demands softly, and you listen. With shaky hands, you help Sunghoon back into his pants. When Sunghoon’s pants are zipped and his phone is slipped back into his pocket, Sunghoon stands. You look up at him, helpless, as Sunghoon towers over you. 

Sunghoon laughs, breathlessly. “You’re so cute.” 

You open your mouth to retort, but any comeback is swallowed down by Sunghoon’s mouth on yours. Sunghoon kisses you softly, sucking your bottom lip tenderly, the action making your heart swell. Sunghoon pulls back abruptly, and you chase after his lips.

“You want another one?” Sunghoon asks, and you nod, eagerly seeking Sunghoon’s lips out. “Meow for it.”

You scoff, glaring up at Sunghoon. “Fuck you. You’re fucking weird.”

Sunghoon grins at you, and your glare falters. He’s pretty. Sunghoon is so pretty that it’s unfair. “You like it.”

“No. I don’t.” You reply, and Sunghoon just shakes his head, a small smile on his lips. He ducks down to kiss you again, once, twice before pulling back. 

“You love me.” Sunghoon sounds smug, like he already knows the answer. Like he knows that you do love him. 

You bite your inner cheek, tugging on one of Sunghoon’s belt loops to pull him closer, hips flush against your own. “I don’t.”

Sunghoon lips curl into a smirk. “I know you do.”

Sunghoon always has the upper hand, but that’s because you let him. The one thing that you really hold above him, is that you don’t love him, you just love to fuck with him. You meant it when you said that if Sunghoon hadn’t gotten to you first, you would’ve gone to Jongseong instead. 

That's the thing about being a good secretary: you have to know how to play the game.

But, still, Sunghoon doesn’t know that, and what he doesn’t know won’t hurt him.

a/n: eeek lowkey want to make another part for the rest of hyungline?? kinda obsessed with them... hehe i hope u liked this op, also the concept photos r fucking me up soo bad rn. mind is reeling i have so many more ideas i want to write now! also side note as always: some of this is reworked from an old wip/au i had written! i thought the prompt matched PERFECTLYY hehe

[h0onviv]

sough rex with jungwon….

꒰ঌ smut rough!jungwon (duh) implied jealousy petnames kinda brat tamer? his friends r over lol

⤿ you guys are freaks for won .. lmk if you guys want a full ver 👀

“you don’t listen, do you?” he says, voice low, hands already tugging your shorts down. “you think just ’cause they’re out there, i won’t fuck the attitude out of you?”

you barely get a word out before he’s bending you over the counter. one hand on your mouth, the other gripping your hip hard enough to bruise.

he fucks you rough—deep, fast, the way you need—but his voice stays quiet, right by your ear:

“be good for me, baby.”

he covers your mouth when you moan too loud. drags his teeth over your neck and hisses, “you want them to hear you getting ruined by me? you want them to know who fucks you like this?”

and when you almost cry from the pressure, the pace, the stretch, he slows just a little — leans in and whispers, “look at you. all fucked out for me already. what happened to that attitude, huh?”

[h0onviv]

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[h0onviv]

since developing a slight piss kink everytime i have to pee i get a little horny

[h0onviv]

everyone’s always like “my pussy is so pretty” and guys my pussy is okay yk like she’s there she’s wet it's nothing to write home about ‎

[h0onviv]

girls be like “need” and it’s just someone slapping them and spitting in their mouth