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You look so cute when you're sleeping princess, stay still for me, Watching you drift in and out of subspace, trying to slide in without you waking, completely losing myself once I start sliding into you, first it's just the tip, you breathe in and out I try and match your rythem, I get so caught up in my lust for you, pressing in a little deeper, watching your eyes go wide as you wake up, oh shit I'm so sorry baby, grabbing you tightly, muffling your little inchoerent whines as I pound into you my cock throbbing inside you, you feel so good, fuck flailing around trying to hold you still pounding so deep into you, I need you I need your soul, telling you to hold my hand broken and used dead glazed eyes staring out into the distance.

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Rubbing my face on your bulge like a little kitty asking for attention. ♡

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If she uses the 🥺 emoji just know she’s the type to drop to her knees and worship a cock like it’s a sacrament at the altar.

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being a slut but only for this one man who is completly obsessed with me and looks like he could murder me in one sec >>>>>

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She just needs someone's big cuddly assuring hands wrapped around her so she can feel safe and be little again.

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after-date

+18 content, minors dni

bf!Jay x fem!reader / car sex, handjob, oral (m. receiving - not really but okay) / mlist

explicit content under the cut!

jay’s intoxicating smell of perfume made you dizzy this whole evening. he definitely had a soft spot for you and spoiled you with gifts and dinners at fancy restaurants, but today he topped himself.

the first thing you saw once you walked into your shared bedroom was a beautiful but tight black dress with a pair of heels you’ve been telling him about. next to them was laying a little note saying that he’s taking you on a date and bought those as a suggestion for you to what to wear. trusting his taste and sense of your size, you tried it on, and unsurprisingly it fitted perfectly. It hugged your body like a dream, showing your frame.

the second thing was his pick of a restaurant. you’ve never been there before and only had heard about this place, not thinking he would take you there on a date. everything smelled and tasted so good, but he distracted you the whole night. he didn’t have to do anything in particular, yet all your attention was on his bright yes, black hair and that addictive smell.

“what are you thinking about, my dear?” he asked, taking a bite of his meal.

“we both know what I’m thinking about,” you said without breaking eye contact.

he smirked and continued cutting the last bite. Noticing you’re both done he paid and took your hand in his. “then let’s go, since you’re so impatient.”

he opened the door for you and held the frame of the car, in case you hit it with your head. you waited patiently for him, though the level of your tolerance for his puttering was almost gone. taking his seat behind the wheel he started the car but froze for a moment the moment he felt your hand near his crotch.

“baby, let me drive, okay?” he chuckled and took your hand in his to turn a gear.

he stopped at the red light and you took the opportunity to lean closer and whisper: “just let me make you feel good.” you tried your best to sound as seductive as you could, but to him, you didn’t even have to try to do so. feeling how his knees became weak and drove off to an empty parking lot.

you quickly unbuckled his belt and he helped you lower his pants. you took his cock out slowly, admiring every protruding vein and reddish tip. twisting your wrist you started jerking him off and he leaned his head on the headrest in pleasure. leaning closer to him you started sucking small kisses on his jaw, knowing well how it made him weak. feeling his hand wrapping around yours you let him guide your movement. he sped up and started basically fucking your hand, while you were busy kissing now his neck.

“let me cum in that pretty mouth of yours, hm?” he murmured and you obediently wrapped your lips around his tip, continuing to pump his dick. he shot his cum not long after and held your hair for you in a makeshift ponytail. you raised your head and pulled him into a heated kiss, letting him taste his own seeds.

“just wait till we get home, baby.”

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* ੈ✩‧₊˚ pony — enha hyung line (18+)

✩ in which enha hyung lets you ride them!

cw: dry!humping, thigh!riding, pet-names, drabble-ish, pnv, short little drabbles, smut (so 18+)

i hv more ateez, op, aot, n other smut comin soon 🤍

heeseung

normally, heeseung liked to fuck you—rough and hard while pressing his hand firmly on his bulge which was visible through your stomach, "do you feel that, pretty girl? i'm right there." he'd sweetly whisper into your ear. however, today he felt like making you work. something about the way you struggled to bounce up and down on his length, babbling, and struggling to stay balanced turned him on.

"such a good girl... fucking yourself on my dick." he held your face softly, breathlessly laughing and watching as your expression continuously twisted—his other hand roughly gripped your waist (somewhat "guiding" you). his honey-like praises flooded your ears, "you're so good, princess—so good."

jay

your chest heaved heavily. you sat on jay's lap, his cock buried deep inside of your cunt as he gamed. "j-jay..." you huffed out. your boyfriend kept moving underneath you, occasionally thrusting up when he'd jump out of frustration. "i'm sorry honey—" he mumbled against your cheek, placing a firm kiss on your skin. god, you wanted to move so bad—but he'd promised you a reward if you remained still until he was done. however, with his constant movements it was getting harder.

fuck it.

slowly you began lifting yourself up and down. shakily you continued fucking yourself on his shaft. "y/n...i'm almost done, my love, i promise, just... ah, just stop moving." you whined upon hearing him say that. "please, baby, i promise i'll fuck you so good after this okay? you just have to be patient 'n wait for me."

sunghoon

it was a normal day—you and sunghoon sat spread across the couch of your apartment watching some movie. his hand lay relaxed, splayed across your upper thigh tracing small circles. you shift in your seat moving closer to him, placing small kisses on his neck. "hmm," sunghoon hummed in response, turning to face you, "you're bored, right?" you nod and he chuckles. "i think i can help with that, baby."

sunghoon gently pulled you onto his lap, letting his hands grasp onto your hips to smoothly guide you back-and-forth.

he latched onto your lips, nipping at your bottom lip and sliding his tongue into your mouth. the two of you move simultaneously as he continues guiding you. your movements became more frantic by the minute, the friction of shifting fabric between you two rubbing against your clit. sunghoon bucked his hips up into your covered heat as he kept you steadily rolling your hips, begging for more. his fingers were squeezing firmly into your lower back as he pressed you further into his bulge. the pressure building up in your lower abdomen causes you to grind harder down onto him and squirm. "sunghoon—fuck!" you writhed and whimpered above him.

jake

"come on, sweetheart, no one's here! just us... what's the worst that could happen?" that's what jake was telling you. you sat on the edge of the hotel pool with your feet sitting in the water. "we could get caught, jake!" you whisper-shouted back at him. he chuckled reaching his hands out towards you from the water, rubbing your thighs. "come on... please?" of course he flashed you that sly grin and you melted right into his hands.

it almost felt cliche, the way you two had slid out of the hotel room and into the pool—or the way he untied your bikini's top and slid the cute little bottoms over to slide his cock inside your warmth. also the way he strongly held you up as you two stood fucking: you bouncing dumbly on his dick as the water around you splashed.

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imagine having a creepy best friend who likes to secretly take pictures and videos of you to jerk off to. during sleepovers, hed get himself off while he watches you sleep, maybe even going as far as to lift your top to see your chest, or carefully spreading your legs so he can imagine being between them.

maybe hed finally break and drug you during one of your sleepovers. hed help you to your room since youre suddenly so sleepy and he would wait until youre knocked out to take advantage of your body, raping you while you sleep.

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nocturnal

+18 content, minors dni

bf!heeseung x fem!reader / prior somnophilia consent, protected sex, piv, oral (f. receiving), masturbation / mlist

heeseung tried his best to keep it quiet yet another night. his hand worked up and down on his shaft in quick motions trying to reach his high, but soon realized nothing felt as good as you. he really didn’t want to disturb your sleep, especially after tiring you out with multiple rounds that night. his drive and desire were much higher recently making his hand hurt badly already.

rest under the cut!

your sleeping form didn’t make it any easier. the way you peacefully dreamt just in his t-shirt and skimpy panties made him hard just by watching. the smell of your freshly showered body and hair filled his nostrils and he felt shivers just at the thought of how badly he wanted to feel your taste on his tongue.

which he did after nearly an hour of anticipation. carefully he took off your panties revealing your folds. not wasting any second his mouth sank into your core, delighting in your juices. you squirmed slightly making him freeze and look for any sign of you waking up but thankfully you were in deep sleep. he continued exploring your pussy with his tongue not caring how your breath got quicker with every second and every brush against your sensitive bud. with every lick he wanted more, his dick hardening at your quiet whimpers.

just before you woke up he jolted to the nightstand where you stored condoms and unwrapped it to pull it down his cock.

your breath hitched and you woke up to his dick stretching you out, thrusting into you at a moderate pace. noticing you weren’t sleeping anymore he let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding along with a stretched-out moan.

“hee,” you moaned and grabbed his arms that he rested on the sides of your head.

“i’m sorry baby, didn’t mean to wake you up,” he grunted and fastened the pace.

“oh, you were so needy? you couldn’t wait to fuck me in the morning?” you murmured straight into his ear in a seductive tone, knowing how close both of you were already.

you coated his length and he filled the condom with his load almost at the same time. his thrusts became more sloppy and soon came to a stop. still hovering above you he leaned in and kissed you deeply. “you’re too irresistible, baby.”

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my mind simply cannot stop thinking about hard dom hoon x dirty talk 😭😭🫠🫠

let me write it like this for you;

things sunghoon would say during semx :3

“nuh-uh princess,” *pulls his dick out of your mouth* “you have to say please first, remember?”

“you got the prettiest face I’ve ever seen,” *spurts cum on your cheeks* “look at you,” *sighs dreamily* “so fucking pretty.”

“dollface ..” *holds your jaw and lifts your head because you are taking too long while licking his dick* “be a good girl and don’t tease daddy, yeah?”

“moan a little louder and I’ll put a baby in your stomach.”

“promise me,” *rests his forehead against yours during missionary* “promise that you’ll always be mine.”

“here,” *moves your hands from his shoulders to his neck* “ah, much better ..” *winks*

“if you want slut treatment, just fucking say so” *grabs your jaw and pulls you in for a rough kiss mid-argument* “because being a bitch ain’t gonna work on me, got it?”

🖇️ extras: heeseung ver

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turn two years into forever.

rating: explicit

member: jay

notes: fem!reader, marriage of convenience/arranged marriage, acquaintances to lovers, slight hurt/comfort, cunnilingus, praise, slight breeding, unprotected sex, jay is very sweet in this

a/n: i'm finally back! this is perfect timing with jay's recent birthday. jay deserves all the love so please enjoy <3

"smile, sweetheart. it's your wedding day."

you lift your eyes towards the mirror, meeting your mother's intense gaze. you take a deep breath, lips spreading in a brief smile. or something as close to a smile as you can muster.

"there are worse situations to find yourself in," your mom continues gently, dusting off invisible particles from your shoulders. your eyes scan over your reflection in the mirror.

you've never looked, never felt more beautiful. you're shining in a white dress that hugs your body in all the right places. your skin is the best it's ever been, and your hair makes you look absolutely magical.

you should be elated, excited. but an uneasiness settles in you.

"i guess," you reluctantly agree, standing up. your veil billows around you and a weird flutter goes through your chest.

"i really couldn't do any better than jay even if i tried."

your mom smiles, holding you in place as she takes one last look at you in the mirror.

"exactly," your mom says. "all the others would consider themselves lucky if he even looked their way."

"and you...," your mom continues, turning you towards her. she pats your cheek affectionately.

"you get to marry him."

---

your heart is pounding and there's a ringing in your ears that doesn't seem to go away. you try to concentrate on what the officiant is saying, but you feel as if you might throw up any time soon.

your perfectly manicured fingernails rake over the material of your skirt, an action you repeat over and over. this is the worst time for you to fidget, but you can't help it. sitting in front of the altar, next to a man you barely know, in your mind, this is the perfect time.

you flinch when you feel a warmth press over your hand, stopping it in its motions. fingers curl around your own, a thumb running over your skin soothingly.

jay manages a small smile as you look at him curiously. his hand slips under your trembling one, threading his fingers through the spaces in between yours.

he nods, as if to say, 'it's okay'. you don't know why but you feel like bursting into tears then and there. it wouldn't be too weird. you could say you were overcome with emotion. it is your wedding, after all. but you ultimately take a deep breath, squeezing jay's hand, as if to anchor you back to reality.

---

it's nice. the kiss is nice. jay seems to be a romantic because a hand on the cheek while the other is on your hip is such a classic romantic move.

he pulls away, beaming at the crowd that applauds your union. jay briefly turns back to you, nodding again. he seems to be encouraging you to do something. it takes a second for you to realize that you're supposed to look happy. or, at least, pleased.

you smile at your wedding guests, catching the eyes of a few of your family members and friends. your eyes drift over to the other side and you see jay's parents looking at you intently. your hands feel clammy all of a sudden.

"we should bow," you whisper, grabbing jay's hand in a panic.

"yeah, of course—," jay begins. but before he can even finish his sentence, you've angled your upper body in a ninety-degree bow in the direction of his parents.

you don't see it but jay is startled and awkwardly shuffles before doing a full bow toward your own mother and father.

the two of you straighten up and jay looks at you, expression unreadable.

"are you okay?" jay asks, laying a hand on the small of your back.

you swallow thickly. "yes. i'm feeling great."

jay stares at you for a few more seconds but doesn't say anything else.

---

the reception is even more of a blur than the vows. heck, you don't even remember your vows. you remember reading off the paper and having an out-of-body experience. it just didn't seem real.

the music is loud, maybe a little too loud for your liking. but it seems to distract everyone because no one's noticed (or so you hope) that you've slipped out of the banquet hall, skirt dragging against the trimmed grass as you take a stroll outside.

you stand beneath the moonlight, eyeing the water beneath you. the reception venue is nestled on a hill next to a vast lake, and standing here on the adjacent balcony, you take the time to appreciate just how scenic everything is.

to be honest, you haven't had much time to appreciate anything today.

"hey," comes a voice.

you turn and there stands your groom, your husband, jay.

maybe you'll take this time to appreciate him, too.

"mind if i join you?" jay asks, motioning to the space next to you. you shake your head, watching as he slowly approaches you.

"they probably think we're...," you trail off, realizing before you've even finished your sentence that whatever comes out of your mouth will be incredibly awkward for both of you.

jay chuckles.

"couples planning a wedding are often advised to sneak in a little time for just the two of them," jay points out. you notice he's holding a glass of champagne.

"would've been us," you agree, gently taking the glass from jay.

"but we didn't plan this wedding," you say.

"well," you quickly add. "not most of it, anyway."

jay nods in agreement, watching you sip on the champagne. you hand the glass back to jay after.

"right," jay says, downing the rest of the liquor. you feel a small pinch in your heart as jay gets a faraway look in his eyes.

you never stopped to consider how this might be affecting him.

"we'll get divorced soon enough," you try nonchalantly, leaning over the balcony railing. "just need to close that deal with those investors, then we'll be on our merry, single ways."

jay doesn't say anything. you turn to him, waiting for him to respond. he looks deep in thought, his eyebrows pinched together.

"we just got married and you're already thinking of divorce?" jay asks in a quiet voice, finally meeting your eyes.

you're taken slightly aback.

"i mean, isn't that what all this is for?" you point out, looking at jay expectantly. "our parents wanted this."

"so, you didn't want this?" jay interrogates.

"well—that's not—," you start. "did you want this?"

"of course, marriage has always been in the books for me," jay replies, looking at you incredulously.

"but surely not with me?" you protest.

"i didn't have you in mind if that's what you're asking," jay informs with a shake of his head. "not until our parents brought this whole thing up."

"when i agreed to this, i was made to assume that you did, too," jay adds.

"i did, but we can't stay in a marriage that wasn't ours to decide," you continue to argue. your voice has grown in volume, whiny and petulant.

jay breathes in deeply.

"you make it sound as if we were forced."

you pause, silent, with no argument coming to mind.

"i really thought we could have at least made this work, ______," jay says, a hint of sadness in his voice.

jay gives a final sigh before turning to leave.

---

the reception does little to alleviate the tension between you and jay. you force a smile as everyone enjoys the party, both sets of parents looking content as they sipped on their champagne.

the gap between where you and jay sat, if noticeable, raised no questions. some of your friends approached to offer their congratulations and ushered you onto the dance floor. you figured you might as well have a little fun at your wedding party.

"you'll be fine, right?" your best friend asks as she sways with you to the music.

"what do you mean?" you ask, perplexed. she smiles at you sympathetically.

"i don't need to call the cops for any marital disputes, i hope?"

you're speechless for a moment, realizing what your best friend is implying.

"no," you immediately answer, shaking your head. "jay and i don't see eye to eye yet, but he would never."

you glance back at your husband, wine glass in hand as he watches you dance. you quickly turn away.

"jay is many things, but he's not a violent man."

"he's rather...sweet," you add.

---

the walk to your hotel room later that night was even more unbearable.

jay walks alongside you, hands shoved into his pockets and eyes cast forward. his expression is stony and his lips are pressed into a thin line. you can't help but feel a little bad for what you said about getting a divorce.

"are all your things in the room?" you ask quietly, holding your purse tightly against your body as if to shield yourself from jay's icy stare.

you've changed out of your wedding dress, exchanging it for a simple white sundress just as the reception was ending. your friends graciously volunteered to take the original garment, five layers of petticoat and all, to your room to save you the trouble.

"yeah," jay answers, still refusing to make eye contact. "i brought them in before i got ready earlier."

you nod, head hanging low. so much for small talk.

the hotel lobby is quiet at this hour, with most of your guests having already retreated to their own rooms. you and jay enter the elevator, and it suddenly feels a little too stuffy.

"shit," you mutter, suddenly remembering. "my keycard's with my friend. i gave it to her when they brought my dress up."

"i have mine," jay replies curtly. "although..."

you turn to jay, a questioning look on your face. "what?"

jay takes a deep breath, finally meeting your eyes.

"are you sure you wanna sleep in the same room tonight?"

you pause, realizing that you're meant to sleep in one room, in one bed with jay.

you clear your throat, nodding hurriedly.

"yeah, it's fine. i hope it's okay with you?" you ask, voice meek as you toy with the strap of your purse.

"i can take the couch," jay concludes just as the elevator doors open. you start to protest but jay strides out through the doors, leaving you behind.

guilt tugs at your heart. hard.

you follow jay silently through the hallway, stopping right behind him as he unlocks the door to your room. it swings open and jay steps to the side to let you in first.

'ever the gentleman, even when he's upset,' you think to yourself as you step inside.

true enough, your wedding dress hangs by the large closet at the corner of the room, your bags stacked neatly nearby. another set of luggage lays beside yours and you're quick to assume that those are jay's.

"you can use the bathroom first," jay says flatly, shrugging off his suit jacket and hanging it on the back of an armchair by the dresser.

"jay," you begin, taking cautious steps towards him. "can we talk?"

jay turns to you, expression unreadable. he sees the slight frown that settles on your face and his eyes soften a little.

"okay. what's up?," jay asks, cocking his head to the side curiously.

"i'm...i'm really sorry for what i said earlier," you say as your fingers curl and uncurl into themselves, another nervous habit of yours.

"it's just, all of this was brought down on me so quickly and i didn't feel like i could refuse because, you know...," you cut yourself off, meeting jay's eyes. he has the smallest of smiles on his face and the tension eases up in your shoulders.

"...parents," you finish off, shrugging, as if to imply that jay should understand what you're saying.

thankfully, jay nods. "i get it. i had hoped to have a little more freedom until, say, my early thirties but here we are."

you sigh with relief, glad to know that jay isn't still mad at you, if he had been at all.

"i'm sorry if i upset you," you add, reaching over to clutch at his hand apologetically. he shakes his head, threading your fingers together.

"i wasn't upset. just...a little confused," jay replies.

"i thought the point of arranging this marriage was to, you know, make sure we're on the same page?" jay continues, leaning down slightly so he's eye level with you.

you feel your stomach twist as you take in jay's scent.

fresh. clean. expensive.

"we were, we are," you explain, taking jay's other hand. "it's just, marriage is such a long-term thing and i have a hard time looking past what i want to eat for my next meal."

jay chuckles, reaching up to tuck your hair behind one of your ears.

"then let's not look past what you want to eat for your next meal," jay suggests, looking at you expectantly.

"it's like those choose your own adventure books, right? it's exciting," jay offers, and you can't help but smile at his nostalgic reference.

"what kind of long-term plans are you worried about anyway?" jay questions, reaching behind your head.

"may i?" jay pauses briefly to ask, lightly taking ahold of a pin sticking out of your hair. you nod.

jay begins to undo your hair, letting the strands fall gradually. your scalp and the rest of your body tingle as you feel the warmth of jay's fingertips.

"i don't know...whatever we need to be planning for our future or whatever," you finally answer, inhaling more of jay's (concerningly) addicting perfume.

"there really isn't anything to plan," jay points out, letting the last of your hair fall. he runs his fingers through the tangles, smoothing out the curls at the end.

"look," jay says, eyeing you almost admonishingly. you pout like a child and jay can't help but grin.

"you know money isn't a problem with both of us, right? i'm sure you're well aware of the privilege you were born into," jay continues, setting the pins down on the dresser.

"of course," you say a little too defensively. "where is this going?"

"i'm just saying, we don't have to 'build a life' or whatever, just because we're married," jay says with a slight roll of his eye. "we can just continue being who we are. continue our hobbies, go do whatever it is we do with friends. the only difference is we're married."

"oh, yes, what a small thing to overlook," you respond sarcastically.

jay just smiles at you as if the whole thing is oh-so-amusing. you won't lie and say that it isn't.

"yeah, okay, maybe i am a little too over in my head about this," you finally agree, walking over to the bed and plopping down.

"so, what does my wife want for her next meal?" jay asks with a quirk of his brow as he watches you through the dresser mirror. he undoes the first three buttons of his shirt.

you give him a look, and jay laughs, turning back to you.

"what do you wanna do next?" jay asks simply, eyeing you from across the room. your eyes trail down from his face, to his neck, and down to the exposed skin of his chest. jay's shirt is now wrinkled from a whole day's worth of affairs.

"sleep," you reply, and as if on cue, you feel a yawn creep out of you. you blink away the bleariness in your eyes, laughing as jay looks at you amusedly.

"shower first, but sleep next, definitely," you add.

"that, we can agree on," jay says, watching you as you make your way to the bathroom.

you stop at the door, looking back at jay for a moment. a long stretch of silence follows, both of you just staring at each other. your heart thumps in your chest as an idea pops into your head.

"do you want to join me?" you ask, voice quiet. jay's eyebrows nearly shoot clean off his forehead. the image makes you giggle.

"only if you want to, of course."

jay contemplates for a moment before nodding. "i'll turn away, just to be safe."

you frown a little at this. "what if i don't want you to turn away?"

jay only smiles.

---

the water is warm, soothing your sore limbs as it cascades down your body.

jay is standing right in front of you, both of you stripped bare, his hands resting on the curve of your waist leading to your hips.

for some reason, both of you silently agreed that this was the appropriate first step in building intimacy together as husband and wife. you barely spoke two words to each other as both of you undressed, with jay guiding you into the shower stall, warmth radiating from all over his body.

jay fully wraps his arms around your torso, pulling you close. you let out a breath as you settle against his larger frame, feeling comforted by just how much of you he can engulf in his embrace.

the nakedness is just mere happenstance at this point. it's not what you and jay are focused on. you're naked only because you're in the shower and it would be a pain to have soaking wet clothes strewn about if you entered fully clothed. it's the practical choice in this situation. you and jay being naked is not the point here.

perhaps, the real point of it all is that this is the first time the two of you are truly alone together. vulnerable, exposed, devoid of whatever walls you put up during the day. for some reason, this makes you emotional.

"are you crying?" jay mumbles against your temple, planting a soft kiss to your wet skin. the question causes your lip to tremble, your nose congested as you let the tears fall amongst the water raining down on you.

"yes. but i'm okay," you assure jay, burying yourself further into his chest. "just feeling a little weird."

jay lets you cry for a bit more, reaching over to turn the water off after a few minutes. you pull away, smiling tiredly up at jay.

"let's get you to bed," jay concludes, kissing you once more on the forehead.

---

the two of you lay bundled under the covers, the lights dimmed, and a sizeable amount of space between you and jay.

you felt the embarrassment creep up inside you as you stepped out of the shower, wanting nothing more than to bury yourself underground for showing yourself in such a fragile state to someone who you barely knew. yeah, you were married now, but still. not the point.

jay had been gracious at least to not have said anything as you rushed around the room, dressing yourself and busying yourself with skincare. jay had barely pulled his shirt on when you dove right under the covers, wrapping it tightly around you, as if to hide from him.

jay had slipped into bed beside you quietly, laying there for a few seconds before pulling his phone out to tinker with it.

you watch jay as he scrolls through his instagram, a plethora of congratulatory messages and photos from the wedding in his inbox. you don't mean to read any of it, but it's at this moment that the reality of the marriage sinks in even deeper.

jay abruptly turns to you and you give a start, quickly looking away. jay laughs, putting his phone down and scooting impossibly close to you.

"hey," you say in mock annoyance. "boundaries, hello?"

"we're married," jay reasons playfully, laying his head on your chest. his damp hair feels cool through your pajama top. you smile down at him, fingers carding through his strands.

"yeah," you say to no one in particular, eyes moving out of focus as you turn the sentence in your head over and over.

"we're married."

"stop," jay says sternly, propping himself up so he can look you in the eye.

"you're thinking about it too much again," jay observes, giving you a pointed look. you feel your eyes prickle with tears.

"oh, my wife's a crybaby," jay coos, sprawling himself over you, nuzzling his face in your stomach as his hair tickles your neck and chin. you can't stop the laugh that escapes you.

"seriously though," jay begins, looking at you once more. "the only thing i want to sign myself to in this marriage is your happiness. whatever you want, whatever you need, you tell me. and i will make it happen."

you nod, a little taken aback by the sincerity in jay's voice.

"okay?" jay asks, an eyebrow raised.

"okay," you answer back.

jay stays there, staring at you, and you're quite unsure what exactly is supposed to happen.

"i'm going to kiss you now because it's honestly anticlimactic if we don't," jay informs you casually as if he was merely asking permission to leave the room.

you're rendered speechless, blood rushing loudly in your ears. in the midst of your confusion and shock, you manage to nod again, eyes closing as jay presses his lips to yours.

jay pulls back after a second, searching your face for any signs of discomfort. you're dazed, but elated. if anything, the kiss was comforting, like it was meant to happen sooner or later on this very night.

a roar of desire suddenly erupts within you as you notice how jay is slotted between your legs, his strong arms bracing himself on either side of you. your pulse quickens as you fight this urge, tamping it down for fear that jay might reject you.

"what's on your mind?" jay asks, as if he can sense something bothering you.

"i—," you stutter, trying to find the right words.

"i think i want to try...you know...," you continue, trailing off. jay tilts his head to the side, eyebrows pinched together.

"try what?" jay asks, genuine concern etched on his face. it slaps you right in your own face just how lucky you are to be married to this man.

"making love with you, or having sex, at least," you stumble over your words in a hurry. "in case you're not in love with me yet."

jay bites his lip, smirking. you feel him harden against your thigh and your breath hitches when you feel him discreetly rub himself against you.

"you're adorable, did you know that?" jay asks, leaning down to kiss you again. he presses down harder on your lips and you part them almost immediately, sighing as jay licks into the heat of your mouth.

"are you sure?" jay asks pulling away. you nod vigorously, pulling him back to you.

"might be good to relieve our stress from today," you mumble playfully against jay's lips.

jay groans at this, bucking his hips up against your clothed core. "fuck, don't say things like that," jay complains. you can see his ears turn red.

jay doesn't even bother with the buttons of your pajama top. he pulls it over your head in one swift motion, tossing it to the floor. you drag your nails over his torso, silently begging for him to take his shirt off as well. jay complies, baring himself once more to you.

"i really do regret not being able to tell you enough how beautiful of a bride you are," jay says lowly before latching onto one of your nipples. you moan, arching into jay.

"please, jay," you whine, not entirely sure what it is you're asking of him.

"so beautiful," jay continues, trailing kisses down your torso. he stops just above the waistband of your pajama shorts, wasting no time in pulling them and your underwear down.

you kick them off legs, spreading them open as you watch jay level himself with your pussy.

jay pulls your lips apart, pressing his tongue flat against your hole, stiffening it as he travels up to your clit. you mewl, your hand threading through his hair. you clutch at the strands experimentally, hearing jay groan against your core as you do so. you tug harder and jay envelops your clit in his lips, sucking hard.

"fuck, jay, just like that," you moan, grinding up into jay's mouth. he switches between assaulting your sensitive nub with his tongue and harshly suckling on it.

you peer down and catch jay looking at you through his lashes, most of his face hidden as he continues to devour you. the sight has your eyes rolling into the back of your head, your arousal practically pouring out of you at this point.

"keep going." your voice is breathless as you urge jay to continue. "if you keep doing that, i'm gonna cum."

jay laps at your pussy with a newfound vigor and it takes everything in you not to scream. you've never felt pleasure like this and it all but doubles when jay slips two fingers in you.

"oh god, oh god, jay!"

it's embarrassing how easily you come undone, breath catching in your throat as you finish right in jay's mouth. he doesn't let up even after your orgasm wears away, your limbs twitching at the oversensitivity.

"holy shit," you curse as jay finally crawls back over you, grinning brightly as if he didn't just suck a life-altering orgasm out of you.

"you're incredibly loud," jay notes, brushing hair out of your face.

"and you're incredibly...good," you finish plainly, pouting as jay laughs.

"my turn?" you ask, sitting up and reaching over to the tent in jay's shorts.

jay shakes his head, catching your wrist in his hand. "next time. i kinda just want to fuck you right now."

you gape at jay, his previous statement the most vulgar you've heard him talk in the mere weeks you've known him.

jay seems to backpedal at your silence. "i mean, if that's okay with you."

you chew on your lower lip as you tug at his shorts. jay silently complies, letting you pull it off him before throwing it over his shoulder unceremoniously.

you noticed back in the shower that jay was a respectable size, but fully erect, he was definitely more than average.

spitting onto your hand, you slather the wetness all over jay, relishing in the way his mouth hangs open as you pump him to full hardness.

"just so you know, i'm on the pill," you say reassuringly as you lay back down against the pillows, jay leaning over you hurriedly, beads of precum dripping down his shaft.

"kids not part of the plan?" jay questions, teasing your clit lightly with the tip of his cock. you whine, hole clenching and unclenching in anticipation.

"we'll have that conversation later," you say in a hurry. "just need you to fuck me right now."

jay complies with a curt nod, pushing his head in and slipping the rest of his dick easily inside you. you both sigh as jay bottoms out, the stretch bringing a feeling you've never felt with any man before.

"you feel so good," you gasp out as jay drags against your walls. he thrusts into you, slowly, methodically, letting both of you get accustomed to each other.

"so tight," jay says through clenched teeth, fingers digging into the flesh of your thighs as he pries them further apart.

jay starts to pick up the pace, and the feeling quickly overwhelms you. you simultaneously feel so full yet still so needy for jay. you let him fuck you harshly, both of you seemingly too lost in pleasure to care about anything else.

(you passively remember that jay was a dancer of sorts in his earlier years and you think that might be the reason why his hips seem to have a mind of their own.)

jay's name falls from your lips as a litany mixed with praise. 'jay, you're so good', 'jay, it feels amazing', 'i love your cock, jay'.

"god, baby, i won't last long if you keep talking like that," jay confesses, forehead creased as he tries to chase his release, hips moving impossibly fast, slamming over and over again against yours.

"want you to cum in me," you practically purr. looking at you now, hair splayed out perfectly against the pillows, eyes bleary and unfocused, mouth hanging open in silent pleasure, jay swears he could cum from this alone.

"need you to fill me up. please, jay. fill your wife up with your cum."

and that is what sends jay over the edge, hips snapping up roughly once, twice, thrice, before he buries himself as deep as he can go inside you, his cum spurting out and landing deep within.

jay pulls out a moment later, watching as you clench around nothing, his pearly white seed dribbling out of your hole.

"you're amazing," jay praises, leaning down to kiss you square on the lips. you giggle into the kiss, holding jay's face in place.

the two of you stay there for what feels like hours, just kissing, pressing your bodies close as exhaustion takes over your bodies.

"ah, married life," jay says when you finally pull away, plopping down next to you. he has a sleepy grin on his face and his hair is tousled.

"we can do that whenever we want to," jay adds, cracking an eye open to see your reaction.

you roll your eyes, smacking him lightly in the arm.

"within reason," you chide, pointing a finger at jay.

jay hums, pulling you closer to him.

"the reason being i want to be inside my wife as often as she'll allow me."

[jollydreamcookievoid-blog]

𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐟𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐨𝐫 𝐋𝐞𝐞 (𝐍𝐒𝐅𝐖 𝐀𝐔𝐃𝐈𝐎) 🔞 use headphones!

✎ Pairing: professor heeseung! + female college student reader!

✎ Warnings: smut, soft dom hee, service top hee, NSFW AUDIO, dirty talk, unprotected sex, fingering, multiple orgasms, cum eating, teasing, mentions of masturbation.

✎ Genre: professor, student.

✎ Summary: you purposely fail your assignments so you can be alone with your professor.

✎ Number of words: 2,872k

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• Requested by anon. I hope you see this, lol currently not taking requests at the moment, but I decided to squeeze this one in.

Class had ended, and everyone was scrambling towards the door, and so were you as you slung your backpack over your shoulder but stopped in your tracks when you heard your professor's voice.

“Y/n, would you mind staying behind? I have something I’d like to discuss with you.” Professor Lee speaks up, causing you to turn on your heels and face him as he pinches the bridge of his nose.

You walk towards his desk until you’re a few feet away from him and look down at your feet, trying to hide your flustered state. “Y-yes, Professor Lee?” You say quietly.

Your professor takes a seat and touches his fingers together while resting his elbows on his desk, and you can’t help but think he looks so attractive like that.

“Y/n, you turned in your assignment late again,” he says, followed by a sigh. “Could you tell me why?” He asks as you nervously pick at your nails.

“I-I forgot again,” you lie. “Sorry, professor lee” you lower your head once more. Truthfully you hadn’t forgotten you had been doing it on purpose, hoping he’d have you stay back and have a talk with you like he was doing now.

Never mind the fact that you’ve been getting zeros and partial credits on your assignments.

“Forgot? Now, y/n, that’s not like you at all,” he says with a slight smirk that you miss cause you were still looking down at the floor beneath your feet. “Is there something on your mind that you’d like to share? Maybe something bothering you? Distracting you, perhaps?” He teased, already knowing full well what you had been up to, and he wasn’t opposed to playing your naughty little game.

He wasn’t oblivious to you staring at him every time he walked into class. He didn’t miss the way your eyes would flicker down to his crotch whenever he readjusted his trousers, and he definitely didn’t miss when you caught your bottom lip between your teeth as you zoned out while staring at him and not so discreetly rubbing your legs together.

It amused him, to say the least, and he couldn’t lie. He’s thought about you on occasion quite a few times when he had his late-night masturbating sessions, moaning your name as he spilled his warm release all over his sweaty abdomen.

“N-no, Professor Lee,” you play innocent.

“Hey, hey, it’s okay. We’re all alone,” his soft, reassuring tone makes you look up at him finally, and you can’t help but get lost in his heavy lingering gaze. “I’m your professor. You can talk to me, Darlin” He stands up and walks around his desk until he's standing less than a foot away. “I wouldn’t happen to be the cause of you forgetting, would I?” He asks as he sneaks his hands inside your blazer and rests his palms on your sides, softly rubbing up and down.

You look up at him, breath hitching in your throat when he squeezes your hips, and you have to bite your lip to hold back a moan, and he can’t help but smile at the heavy effect he has on you. “Yes,” you whisper while analyzing every last centimeter of his beautiful face up close.

“Yeah?” He cups your cheeks with his large palms tilting your head up until your eyes meet. “What about me makes you forget, Darlin?” He strokes your cheek with his thumb, and you melt into his soft, warm touch.

You gulped, and you could feel the heat rising to your cheeks, and your mind wandered to all the lewd filthy thoughts you had about him during class.

“Everything,” you say, feeling a bit bolder as you take a step forward, pressing yourself against him, and he raises an amused brow at your move. “The way you talk,” you say quietly, eyes shifting back and forth between his. “The way you walk in the room” You grabbed his tie and looked at him innocently despite your not-so-innocent implications. “The way your brows crease when you’re focusing on your lecture, everything about you makes me distracted, professor. Every time you do the smallest thing, I forget about everything else but you” You bite your lower lip.

His lips upturn in a smile at your little confession, and his heart rate picks up from having the knowledge of you noticing all the little details about him.

“Hmm, yeah, is that so Darlin?” He lowers his hands, cupping the roundness of your ass.

“Yes,” you moan when he puts his hands under your dress and his warm palms make contact with your bare flesh.

“Well, Darlin, I am flattered” He leaned down, ghosting his lip’s against yours as he spoke in a low gravelly tone. “But, I’m still gonna have to teach you a lesson for being so forgetful” He presses a soft kiss to your lips, and you feel your body ignite from the short-lived contact of his lips meeting yours. “After all, I am your professor,” he smirks before swiping his tongue on your bottom lip and squeezing your soft ass, causing a breathy whine to slip past your lips as he uses the opportunity to stick his tongue in your mouth, swirling it with your as he pushes you against the edge of his desk. “Sound fair?” He asks, breathing heavily from the make-out session.

“Yes, professor lee” He smirks at your desperation, enjoying how pliant you have already become for him.

He easily lifts you up on his desk after hiking your skirt around your waist. He smiles at the sight of your white cotton panties and rubs his palm over your drenched core, feeling the damp fabric from how wet you had gotten just from kissing. “Darlin, is this all for your professor?” He teased and prodded his finger at your clothed hole.

“Yes, professor, all for you,” you breathe out, and your voice is already whiny and desperate with need as he rubs your clit over your underwear.

He pushed your panties to the side, gawking at the little mess you made of yourself, and he had barely even done anything to you. “You’re so cute,” he whispers while looking at you fondly, and you shy away from his gaze as he pushes one finger in your hole, groaning from how your pussy squeezes tightly around his single digit as he slowly works you open.

You lean back and rest on your elbows, watching as he adds another finger alongside his index, curling them up and massaging your upper walls with the pads of his fingers. “Darlin,” he whispers, and he still doesn’t take his eyes off your little cunt, all creamy and wet, just waiting to be filled with his cock. “You distract me too,” he hums at the little noises you make for him. “Make me forget what I’m saying all the time” He chuckles and rests his hand on your right thigh, rubbing your smooth flesh. “Sometimes you distract me so much that I can’t even stand up and come from behind my desk cause I’m so hard for you,” he gulped loudly, daring to accompany his two fingers by adding a third, and your eyes roll back in your head briefly from the pleasuring stretch of his fingers opening you up. “Even at night, when I go home, all I can think about is fucking your pretty little cunt” He looks at you briefly, and his eyes are dark and hooded with nothing but pure lust, and you moan at his dirty confession clenching around his fingers in satisfaction. “And even after I touch myself to the thought of you, it’s still never enough cause I know that my hand will never ever feel as good as you.” He blows a breath of cool air over your bare pussy.

Your legs shake in pleasure, and you’re not sure how much longer you can last when his fingers are fucking you so well.

“Just look at me” He looks between his legs, and you automatically find his line of vision staring at the very prominent tent in his khaki pants, moaning at the sight of his huge bulge.

“Professor,” you grip whatever you can on his desk, trying to stabilize yourself, but it’s no use as you become a squirming mess when he fastens the pace of his fingers.

“Yeah, darlin', look at what you do to your professor. Are you gonna make it better? Hmm?” He asks as he places his thumb on your clit, and your body jolts from the new sensation, mouth falling open, allowing a pleasured cry to escape as you feel the heat rising in the pit of your stomach.

“Fuck,” you mewl out, unknowingly rutting yourself on his fingers as you get closer to the indescribable bliss building up inside you. “Yes, professor lee, I’ll make it all better” Your mouth hangs open in a silent cry of his name, legs trembling and breath heavy as you come around his fingers and your pussy clenches rhythmically.

“I know you will, darling, always such a good little thing for your professor,” he coos, still pumping you full of his fingers and guiding you through your first orgasm as your lips, purse, and brows furrow in absolute total pleasure.

He retracts his fingers, nearly drooling as his hungry eyes rake over the wetness that covers his digits.

He sticks his fingers in his mouth, sucking and slurping up all your essence as his hard throbbing dick twitches in need for you underneath his slacks. “Better than anything I could have ever imagined,” he moans at your taste, sucking his fingers, completely clean.

He impatiently reaches for his belt, quickly undoing the buckle and button before pulling down the zipper and finally freeing himself from the restrictive confines of his pants.

“Professor, you’re so b-big,” you stutter at his massive size, staring you in the face beneath his underwear, a huge wet spot staining the front and outlining his thick tip.

He chuckles at your cute observation, and you blush. “All yours,” He says, rubbing himself over his underwear. “Gonna be good and take professor's big cock?” he strokes his palm over your thigh, and you nod frantically, which pleases him immensely. “Mmm yeah, Darlin,” he rasps and pulls down his underwear revealing his delicious cock to you, and it’s even better than what you dreamed about. It was thick, long, and veiny tip leaking with fresh beads of pearly precum as he worked the wetness over his shaft.

“Need you inside so bad” The words mindlessly slip past your lips, but you’re too entranced by him to even take notice or care. “Wanna feel your big cock inside of me, professor” You spread your legs as wide as they can go clenching around nothing as your wet gaping hole awaits to be stuffed full of your professor’s massive cock.

He rests his heavy length on your wet pussy dragging it back and forth slowly. “Don’t worry, professor is gonna give you what you need” His eyebrows grew taut in pleasure just from the feeling of your wetness soaking his length as he gripped your thighs, still massaging your aching core with his warm cock. “Gonna make your tiny little pussy feel good, okay, darlin?”

“Okay,” you say in a breathless whine, and you both release a sharp breath as he presses his tip at your hole and slowly sheaths himself into the warmth of your walls.

“Oh my fucking god,” he practically growls when your silky heat invites him in, hugging his cock tightly with your warmth. “Oh, Darlin, your pussy feels amazing.”

“Yeah?” You hold onto his wrist, watching your tight pussy stretching open and making room for his dick to sink deeper inside.

“Oh yeah,” he confirms while his eyes focus on the same spot that you’re looking at. “You see that, Darlin? See me splitting your little pussy with my cock?” Your eyes roll back and he has to bite back a smirk, now steadily rocking his hips into you, the quiet squelch between your bodies making both of your heads spin.

He pulls out, leaving nothing but his tip inside, grabbing his thick base and teasingly dipping in and out of your soaked hole.

You whine at the loss-making a fuss from the dull, empty feeling. “Awe, Darlin, what’s the matter?” He asks as if he’s not fully aware of what he’s doing to you right now.

“Please, professor lee” you pout and make a dissatisfied sound as he pulls all the way out, leaving you completely empty. “Please, no more teasing, please,” you beg desperately as your hole tightens around nothing and your back arched off his desk. Your hole searches for his cock so he can give you what you need and fill you up again. “Need you,” you breathe out, chest heaving, and you feel as if you were going to cry if he didn’t stick it back in soon.

“Me too,” he moans when he fills you up again, this time setting the perfect pace. “Need you too, Darlin, so bad” He puts emphasis on his words by leaning down and pressing a kiss to your lips.

He grabbed your hips, sensually rolling his hips into you, stroking your walls at all the right angles to make your toes curl.

His tip roams your insides until the slight curve of his cock finds that sweet spot that makes you moan loudly and beg him for more and more. “Yes, right there” He doesn’t go harder or faster. He listens to you attentively, brushing the head of his cock over that same spot over and over.

“Yeah, right there, Darlin? That feel good?” He smirks, knowing damn well it does. He deep strokes your heat until it feels numb from the consent in and out motion, and by now, your legs are shaking wildly. Your moans are a little too loud, but he doesn’t seem to mind as he places the pad of his thumb over your swollen, engorged clit.

You let go of his wrists, falling back on his desk, not being able to hold yourself up properly anymore cause the pleasure he’s giving to your body is just too much to handle, and your lungs nearly give out from your intense pants and moans.

“That’s right” Your disheveled state makes him go completely feral as he speeds up the tempo chasing his high with you. “Take your professor's big cock Darlin” he grunts, snapping his hips erratically as his thighs clap loudly against your plump ass, and the noises overtake his classroom along with your soft moans and his heavy breath.

“Professor Lee, im gonn- fuck I’m- I’m gonna cum!” He holds onto your waist for dear life, restlessly pounding into your tight cunt as you clench around his girthy cock.

“Go ahead, Darlin, cream your professor's cock” He pants loudly, giving you his all with every last thrust as you cum around his cock, whimpering and moaning as you feel the heat surge throughout your entire body. Your muscles tense up, and your toes curl, mouth falling open as you let out high pitch moans from the breathtaking orgasm he gives to you.

“Please, professor lee cum in me,” you plead in your fucked out state, and just those words alone are enough to make him lose any ounce of self-control as he spirals down with you.

“Darlin,” he moans, and his hips stutter. He quickly loses his rhythm as he grunts and spills his creamy release inside your pulsating cunt, filling you until you’re brimming over with his white gooey cum.

You pull him closer by his tie, and he breathes heavily against your lips, kissing you passionately as he rolls his hip continuously to empty his throbbing balls in your heat, moaning into your mouth as your cunt coaxes out all he has to give.

Once you both somewhat catch your breath’s, he kisses your forehead as he gently pulls his softening cock out of you, quickly moving your panties to the side so your cunt can bathe in his cum. “There, I know you forget a lot, so I thought I’d give you a little reminder” He bites on his bottom lip after giving you a teasing smile and nudges his nose against yours before leaning up and putting his trousers back on.

He grabs your hand, helping you stabilize yourself once you stand up from his desk, and it takes you a moment to stand up straight cause your legs are still literally shaking. “Thank you for the lesson, professor lee” You say with a hint of bashfulness in your tone as you smiled at him shyly.

“Of course,” he smiles at you as you gather up the rest of your things and get ready to head out of the classroom. “And darlin', if you ever need another lesson, feel free to ask me for help anytime” He winked and collected all the disheveled papers on his desk.

“Yes, professor lee” you smile, and with that, you finally leave his class, and come to think of it, you’re probably gonna need his help a lot more often from now on.

FIN.

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[jollydreamcookievoid-blog]

Sugar daddy jay

"Thank you, daddy!" You squealed while jumping in excitement, clutching at least 5 bags of clothes as you and Jay both left the crazy expensive store. Jay followed alongside you but only left a happy little smirk as he turned to look at you, reaching into the pocket of his black leather trenchcoat and pulling his phone, taking a peek into the camera app and brushing his hair with his fingers.

"You're welcome, hun." He gave a sexy wink filled with confidence while reaching his hand over his coat to shove the phone back into his pocket. Under the trenchcoat Jay wore a black and white striped shirt, topping his outfit with ripped black jeans and shining black shoes, a typical outfit for Jay. You wore a white skirt which beautiful exposed your legs, finished off with a pink sleeveless top and white trainers.

"You bought me so many pretty outfits!" You squealed some more while spinning around in the street as pedestrians walked by, looking to be wearing expensive clothing too. You turned to Jay after coming to a stop from spinning around and bit your bottom lip seductively with your tongue following after with a lick.

"I think daddy Jay needs to be thanked.. in a proper way." You spoke so sweetly, twisting your body slightly. Jay chuckled to your words with another sexy smirk on his face looking like he just wanted to keep his cool out in public even if deep down he just wanted to treat you some more, refraining from speaking until you were alone.

"Hm. Does daddy want me to suck his co-" Jay's masculine hand smothered you as he quickly placed it covering your mouth, shushing you with the index finger of his other hand placed on his lips.

"You can't just say that here! Wait until we get home." Jay ordered, removing his hand from your mouth slowly to make sure you wouldn't say anything inappropriate again. He rolled up the sleeve to his waistcoat to reveal the shimmering watch sat on his wrist, checking it for a few seconds.

"We should head back" Jay took a step forward and waved his arm for a black cab that had headed down the road ahead of you both, gesturing for it to pull over in front of you. You silently agreed to head back as Jay approached the cab as it came to a stop, opening the door for you before taking the multiple bags from your grasp and taking them to the back of the car.

You Arrive

Jay walks in immediately after you do when the shopping bags dropped onto the bed as you entered the hotel room. He takes off his trenchcoat in a hurry as he was now able to relax after the long day of shoopping you both just had, of perhaps only you just had. Jay spent so much money on buying you the prettiest things and he did this quite often however no matter how much money he would spend there was only one way you could ever truly thank him~

"Thank you for all those pretty outfits, daddy" Before Jay could even open his mouth to speak you lowered yourself to your knees and began unfastening his belt. Jingling the buckles together until the leather strap pulled loose, you threw the belt aside before now working your way into his pants, unfastening the buttons and pulling down the zipper when exposing his white boxers, rubbing hard at the long hard bulge within. You look up at Jay while biting your lips and gave a sexy little smile as he started back down at you not even saying anything just yet. You instantly gripped the waistband of his underwear and pulled them down slowly, slowly until the hard cock swung playfully out of them. Your mouth opened wide in amazement. Yes, you've seen the huge size of his cock before but you were sure that each time it has grown an extra inch or something.

Jay had an undoubtedly huge dick but that wasn't much of a surprise he did look the type. The thick, veiny cock swung above your face as the two of you made thirsty eye contact before you finally leaned forward to give Jay the treatment he earned. Your lips were covered in your own spit when making contact with the pink tip of Jay's dick. You moaned instantly and so did Jay, standing to a numb feeling as you began sucking him.

"Ohh~" Jay's voice trembled with the moans that escaped him. You kissed his cock a few times with wet sloppy sounds just to give the praise he deserved after looking after you so well. Your lips took in bigger amounts of his dick as you slid the entire tip inside of your mouth, criming the tip of your tongue around it. Jay did such a good job with choking you his dick was so thick and you loved nothing more than to pleasure him like this, saliva coated every inch of his cock while you worked your magic. Your head moving back and forth taking him in when his hand could be felt brushing through your soft hair until gripping the back of your head, guiding you along his size. Muffled moans came from you as you tasted him until they became louder and louder, feeling the veins of his cock pulsing and throbbing until the gooey warm substance filled your cheeks, hearing him groan before thanking you.

[jollydreamcookievoid-blog]

PLEASE MR. GHOSTFACE!

genre: horror? idk i was horny the whole time writing this it probably sucks HAHA

word count: 3k

the smell of the popcorn in your lap filled your senses while your eyes trained on the tv before you. you were bored out of your mind watching "friends" to the millionth time this week. even though it was your favorite show, it got tiring, and you were starting to regret going to that party your friend beomgyu invited you to. everything was quiet spare the show's quiet dialogue, that silence not lasting long when your phone began ringing.

you answer a little harsher than you intended, "hello?"

a deep laugh comes from the other side, "someone's not in a good mood."

your face scrunches at the man's voice, he sounded old, or a frequent smoker. maybe both. "who is this?" he laughs again, it's pretty creepy, it sends chills down your spine for a moment.

"does that really matter?" he was starting to get on your nerves. you went to hang up when you heard him tsk. "you're leaving so soon doll?"

you pause, "what?"

"what's your favorite scary movie?" he kept dodging your questions. "i'm waiting doll."

"the shining," you hear him hum on the other side. you get up from your sofa, making your way towards the kitchen.

"you're into the classics, huh?"

you were about to respond when a light thud alerts you, making you jump. you didn't know what it could be. no parents, no pets, no friends around.

in a panic you hang up and grab a knife from the knife block. your first response is to hide, but you're too afraid you'd get stuck, so you opt for searching instead.

big mistake.

right when you round the corner your met with a wall. a black wall that when you looked up the tip top of it was decorated with a white mask and a stretched out mouth.

you scream and jam the knife wherever your hand was, which was right in front of his thigh. you dart back towards the kitchen, all the way to the back to the back door. your eyes were teary and you could barely unlock it, by the time you did he was already walking towards you. you sob when you finally get it open, running as fast as you can until you get to your fence.

you began climbing, too afraid looking back will slow you down. you almost make it to the top when a small "boo" causes you to jump, falling down on the other side. you cry out when your hand bends the wrong way beneath you, you could've sworn you heard when it broke.

your attempts to get up were futile, one injured hand seeming to hold you back a lot more than you thought. you look behind you just in time for the man to jump down, raising his hand teasingly slow before waving. you hear his chuckle as he nears you, and when he was close enough to legs length you kick him. he stumbled back giving you just enough time to push yourself up. maybe it was the adrenaline but all of a sudden your pain had disappeared.

you began sprinting to the quickest house you knew, kai's. the man chasing you opting for walking. it was when you were banging on your friend's door when he finally sped up.

"kai!" you scream his name over and over, relentlessly beating on his door with your good hand. you look behind you and sob when the man is no where to be found. it took a few more pathetic pounds to the door before an out of breath kai swings it open.

"y/n? you woke me up-" his words die down and his eyes widen as he takes in your hysteric state. you were panting, sweating, crying. your hair was all over the place with little grass pieces stuck in it. and on top of it all, your wrist was very obviously broken.

kai immediately takes you in his arms and towards his bathroom, asking worried questions along the way that went through one ear and out the other. you were still too in distress to process reality.

"what the hell happened?" your watery eyes met his and you almost broke down remembering it, and when you began explaining it all came out in word vomit. kai blinked and continued to just stare at you. he sighs before bringing you in his arms, looks like he'll have to make a late night trip to the hospital.

sleeping didn't help, but being in a house where you weren't alone did. though your mood was brought down again when you walked downstairs, the news playing in kai's living room. the two of you reported what happened to the doctor, who you assume told they cops since the news was already warning people about a masked stalker.

kai looks up when he heard your footsteps, "my parents left for work. i can stay with you if you don't want to go to school."

you shake your head, "no i'm fine, just a little shaken up."

kai chuckles, "i think that's a bit of an understatement. but it's your choice." he grabs a banana and hands it to you before the two of you leave.

it was as if as soon as your foot met the school steps an alert went off in everyone's head and all eyes were on you. kai's hand finds it way to your back, gently pushing you forward. "ignore them." you and kai go your separate ways to your lockers, though he was awfully reluctant to leave your side.

"y/n!" you whip around to see beomgyu and soobin running at you, their worried hands picking at your face and arms. "my god are you okay?"

"i'm alive and in one piece, so..." you trail off with a dry chuckle, swatting them away.

"your hand isn't."

"he's right," your friend yeonjun says, he and kai joining your little group around your locker. yeonjun carefully grabs your hand, looking at your cast with an mad look on his face. kai looked at you with an odd expression.

you draw your arm from his reach. "really, i'm fine." the bell rings just in time, and you hurry off before any of them pull out any more questions.

you're late when it comes time for the six of you to meet up at the water fountain during lunch.

"there she is, the lady of the hour!" you roll your eyes at taehyun, taking your seat between him and yeonjun.

"don't worry, i won't let them bother you about that weird dude anymore."

"won't stop us from talking about him though." you groan at soobin's statement. "sorry! we're just...confused."

"confused?"

"yeah, how could someone get into someone's house so easily. especially yours, you have that camera doorbell and everything."

kai shrugs, taking a bite from his sandwich. "he probably threw a rock at it or something, they aren't that reliable. but your house was too empty, too quiet. that's where he made his mistake."

everyone looks at kai like he grew two heads.

"he?"

kai's head snaps up at beomgyu's question, the older boy looking at him quizzically. "just assuming."

taehyun once again noticing your discomfort when it came to the subject, quickly changed topics. though what kai said still stuck with you. you stayed at yeonjun's house that night.

—♡—

your head was somehow on yeonjun's chest when you woke up, an old disney movie humming in the background. you decided on watching it while trying to fall back asleep, though you grew hungry the longer you stayed awake. making your way to the kitchen you had a feeling that you should have brought yeonjun with you, but you ultimately ignored it. despite still being so shaken up you felt safer here.

just when you were about to open the fridge, yeonjun's house phone began ringing. you waited for yeonjun to wake up and come answer it but when he didn't you just continued rummaging in his fridge.

the phone started ringing again.

you huffed and closed his fridge, halfway towards the phone you paused, remembering that conversation from last night. while the chances were fifty-fifty that the person was related to that masked weirdo, it still made a bit of fear rise in you.

you're hesitant to answer, your phone in your hand with yeonjun's contact open to wake him just in case. "hello?"

"so we speak again." you whimper when that familiar voice rings through your ears. his creepy laugh follows and you slam the phone back down. your phone begins ringing and you don't even look to see who it is calling when you throw it at the wall with a frightened squeal.

heavy footsteps sound through the house and you curl into yourself on the floor, bracing yourself for whatever your stalker was to give you.

firm hands grab your shoulders, "y/n!" you look up to see yeonjun's frantic eyes that soon softened at your expression. "what happened?"

"h-he called! i think he's here, i don't know!"

"he? he as in that psycho from last night?" you nod. "he called you?"

you nod again, "last night and just now. i'm scared jjun."

yeonjun sighs and takes you in his arms, smoothing your hair down. his eyes drift from his doors to his windows, noticing the aforementioned masked figure looking right at him.

—♡—

a few days have passed. every night after that first night at yeonjun's has been fine. you're starting to think he's some sort of good luck charm.

"you sure he's not the weirdo, and that's why nothing's happened yet?" beomgyu laughs at his own joke, earning a slap from yeonjun.

"i wouldn't be so sure. apparently he's not just a stalker," soobin turns his phone towards the rest of you, a news article on how two teens were murdered last night plastered on the screen.

"what makes you think it's ghostface?" taehyun inquires, taking a bite of his sandwich.

your head perks up at taehyun's nickname. "ghostface?" kai laughs.

"yeah, yesterday i went to the store and saw this halloween costume that looked like what y/n described him as. it was called ghostface." a weird smile finds its way to yeonjun's lips, but all he does is nod his head.

"well it's just a hunch i guess. what other crazed sicko is out here? nothing ever happened here before him." your stomach turns with a weird feeling at soobin's reasoning.

you take soobin's phone from him, reading the description of the victims deaths. one was stabbed to death and there wasn't much information on the other one, just that the body was disfigured.

"he did have a knife." soobin points to you in an 'i told you so' way.

it just didn't feel right. last night yeonjun left, the same night this murder took place, it was the first time he left the house since you got there. you remember even going to snapchat to see where he was just to find him with kai and dismissing it.

it couldn't mean that much. kai and yeonjun aren't stalkers and they sure as hell aren't murderers.

—♡—

that night was supposed to be a night were the six of you got together for a movie at yeonjun's house. which was feeling a lot more like you and yeonjun's house recently. sadly beomgyu already had a party to go to, and taehyun was already wrapped in it. soobin apparently got some stomach virus, so that just left you, kai, and yeonjun.

you missed kai, you felt a little bad for ignoring him because of his little weird statement the other day.

but all he said when you apologized was "no, it's okay. you were still on edge. couldn't blame you really."

so there the three of you sat, yeonjun and kai bickering over what movie you were to watch.

eventually settling on letting you pick. they used this free time to get in their pajamas.

after a while of scrolling through netflix you got bored, and nothing piqued your interest. plus the boys were taking quite an awful long time getting dressed.

you found yourself getting curious and you slowly approached yeonjun's room. you heard the two of them arguing and you scoffed, opening the door.

"are you two still arguing over the movie?"

you pause when you walk in, yeonjun looked pissed with a weird small voice-box type thing in his hand and all kai had on was his underwear.

your peripherals couldn't help but catch on something, your eyes traveling down to a large white bandage on kai's thigh.

the exact spot you stabbed ghostface.

your eyes began to water as everything clicked into place. the two boys' eyes went from panicked to annoyed.

"you weren't supposed to find out like this, doll."

you sob before turning on your heel and run down the stairs. you fling yourself against the front door, going to open it until realizing it's locked. you look behind you to see the two of them heading your way calmly. you fiddle with the lock, you never understood yeonjun's door.

all of a sudden you head was pulled back by your hair, your head stinging causing more tears to prick your eyes.

"where do you think you're headed, baby?" kai looks in your eyes with something you've never seen in them before.

"please don't hurt me," you sob.

"hurt you?" kai speaks as if you burned him. "we'd never hurt you."

yeonjun chuckles before bringing the small box in his hand up to his lips, "he's right doll." of course. yeonjun was making the calls.

"we just wanted to scare you a little. our baby looks so pretty when she's scared," yeonjun cups your face and kai releases his grip on your hair. "especially when your crying."

that only made you tear up even more. you didn't know whether to give in to them or run. you were mad at yourself for even considering staying in the first place. you blinked and you tears fell just for kai to smile. within a second his lips are on yours and his hands were dancing dangerously close to your cunt, daring to go further.

you hear yeonjun mutter something to kai before your being picked up. you want to scream or fight or do anything a sane person would but something inside you reminds you it's still yeonjun and kai.

you squeal when you're thrown on yeonjun's bed, huffing and chest heaving while they looked at you like you were their prey. which wasn't far from the truth.

kai tugs your hips towards his causing your back to arch. you can't look yeonjun's way when he disappears from your sight which makes you whine.

kai's fingers were teasing your clit through your underwear, sadistically laughing every time you jolted. he tugs at your panties harshly until they rip and his lustful eyes take in your wet pussy, index and middle fingers sliding through your folds slowly.

a pleased groan leaves his lips at the sight of your pussy. "you're wet for us." he drags a finger between your folds before sticking it in his mouth with a satisfied hum.

you whine and push your hips forward, yeonjun's firm hand holding you still by your arm just before coming down on your ass. it caused more tears to well up in your eyes and a sob finding it's way out of your lips.

"don't give me that look, doll. i barely touched you."

you're flipped over and your eyes are met with the tent in yeonjun's pants. his hand dives into your hair to yank your head up to look at him.

you heard a belt clacking and jeans being shoved down kai's legs. soon after, you felt the leather belt come down gently on your ass. you jolt forward with a squeal, only providing the boys with further entertainment.

kai's fingers are teasing your entrance before pushing in, wasting no time pumping them in and out of you at a rough pace.

"pretty girl," your head snaps up at the familiar, deep and chilling voice. yeonjun's low chuckle accompanied by the voice box in front of his lips made your body shiver.

you watch as he tugs his pants down, tapping your lips with the head of his cock, humming with approval when your mouth opens and takes him in.

you're not sure when kai's fingers were replaced with the tip of his cock, but when he started pushing into you you found it hard to focus on yeonjun. he delivers a warning tap to your cheek when your eyes fluttered shut and your movements stopped.

you're already out of it when kai bottoms out, a cold, sharp feeling on your cheek bringing you back to reality. your eyes widen when you look at yeonjun's hand wrapped around a knife, probably the same one that you were hunted with and kai used to kill those poor girls.

it was a warning, you didn't know if he was going to use it on you but you started bobbing your head again anyway, trying your best to stay focused on both boys.

"good girl," his hand is petting your hair back from your sweaty face. your eyes squeeze shut when kai's hand comes around to toy with your clit. your body felt like it was on fire, and you were hyper aware of the knife still threatening to puncture your skin.

it felt wrong to be so turned on by all of this. your sadistic best friends sharing you, using you for their pleasure after stalking you.

you feel yeonjun twitch in your mouth before releasing down your throat. your mouth comes off of him and you barely have time to blink before his hand is keeping your lips shut.

the knife moves from your cheek to your neck with enough pressure to almost draw blood. he was forcing you to swallow and you did without hesitation.

you feel kai's thrusts become rougher from his approaching orgasm, his hands harshly groping whatever he could on your body, ignoring your yelps when he did.

your whimpering louder and louder the closer you get and kai groans when you spasm around him, just begging for him to cum inside you.

you're clinging to yeonjun as you come undone around kai, nearly sobbing at the empty feeling when he pulls out of you.

you don't want to speak, reality hitting you like a brick when you realize what you've done. you're scared to look at them as they get dressed.

but you're surprised when they lay next to you, the innocent faces of the yeonjun and kai you knew back. kai smiles and hands you a glass of water, stroking your cheek as you drink.

you think it's the exhaustion from the both of them that makes you so tired and eager to sleep. but a gut feeling tells you it's not, and you've fallen right into their trap.

[jollydreamcookievoid-blog]

do u think jungwon would be a tease while u two are making out?

like bucking his hips up to meet urs to make u whimper and then gripping ur own hips to stop them from moving just so that he can hear u beg for him 🫠🫠

i imagine him to have a lot of self-control and he def uses it to his advantage against u to drive you crazy

Hello Anons! I kinda decided to add these two into one short fic because they are almost the same ask, I hope you don't mind!

Pairing : Bf!Jungwon X Fem!Reader

Warnings : kissing, making out, teasing, playfulness, fluff at beginning, smutty/suggestive at the end, tongues, saliva, grinding, touching over clothes

Word Count : 607 words

*Disclaimer* : If you're not comfortable reading Jungwon 'smut', please simply do not press the 'keep reading' tab and just go on with your day.

Jungwon is definitely the type to be such a tease oml. He would mostly tease you for getting very flustered when he does the simplest of things like whispering into your ear, running his hands along your sides or especially when he leaves feather-light kisses on you body, just to make you squirm.

"Aww baby, why are you so shy, It's just me" he would say as he sees the blush covering your cheeks, stroking them with his thumb "You're so adorable y/n-nie"

"Do I make you nervous?" he would whisper in your ear, hips lips leaning lower, kissing and suckling on that one spot, making you whimper.

"Isn't this enough Y/n? Do you want more?" he would teasingly ask as he gently touches you over your clothes, making you crave more friction "So needy, geez"

His amazing self-control is also a huge advantage to him. He could bear his excitement and neediness, but you couldn't, craving him most of the time, and when you finally have him to yourself, you just can't let go of him.

"Kiss me more Jungwonnie" you would plead, making him smirk "Be a little patient, yeah?" he would simply reply, leaning back in slower, kissing you with no rush.

He's also the type to tease you in a playful way, leaning in for a kiss and swerving away last minute, making your lips chase after his. "You're so mean Yang Jungwon" you would whine, hitting his bicep playfully.

When he sees your pout and crossed arms, he leans back in his seat, "Oh come on baby, give Wonnie a kiss" he would tell you, pouting himself when you don't move an inch. "Fine, if you won't kiss me, I will" he declares, suddenly leaning in and smashing his lips on yours.

You quickly melted into his touch, kissing him back and letting his mouth control yours. After a few moments, his teeth sink into your bottom lip gently, sucking it into his mouth.

His tongue sneaks into your mouth, rubbing against yours, tasting one another as you practically become moulded to him. When he pulls away, a sting of saliva still manages to connect your mouths, making both of you smile sheepishly.

His eyes fill with lust as he looks at you, his hands finding your waist and his lips back on yours, finding a steady rhythm. You core would clench at every sound emitted, from the kissing sounds, to the squelching and sloppiness and even his little whimpers now and then when you grinded a little too hard on his hardening length.

He would also buck up into your core, just to tease you, only giving you some of the friction that you badly craved. Anddd, when you tried to grind against him to satisfy yourself, his grip on your waist would tighten, limiting any movements or grinding on him.

"Please Jungwon, please, I'll do anything" you would beg and whine, making him roll his eyes teasingly at you, bringing his fingers to your face "Suck" just to shut you up.

Your tongue twirling against his fingers would make him twitch in his pants, finally letting you grind against him till he's satisfied.

He's also the type to just make you hump his thigh, watching as you beg him to touch you, his self control coming in handy.

He's definitely able to sit there, teasing you as you desperately rub your core along his flexed thigh, begging him for something, anything.

But he's just tell you to make yourself cum and maybe he'll reward you. What he can't help though, is the growing boner inside this pants, watching your fucked out expression as your cunt leaves a trail of slick on his pants.

"You're doing so good Kitten, keep going"

Thankyou for reading! I hope I understood the concept well and did a great job wiring it!

Inbox is always open for any requests! Lyy <33

[jollydreamcookievoid-blog]

//♡︎Their reaction to seeing you naked for the first time♡︎//

(Jay + Jungwon)

Warnings: suggestive, fluff, jw being cute, Jay being a confident mf, implication of loss of virginity

Park Jongseong

He’s…kind of perverted but innocent at the same time

You squeeze your eyes shut as the warm water cascades over your face and down your body, yawning as you start to wake up fully. Your eyes snap open when you hear something clatter onto the ground, a telltale sign that you’re not alone in the bathroom. You hurriedly wipe some of the fog off the glass shower door and gasp when you see Jay standing over the toilet doing his business. You’re torn between covering your body or covering your eyes, feeling like you’re invading his privacy when in all actuality he’s invading yours. “Jay! What the hell are you doing?” You gape at him when he looks at you sleepily. “I had to piss and you were taking too long.” He mumbles, yawning shortly after.

“Well— cover your eyes or something?” You say shyly and he smiles slightly. “Sorry love, my hands are kind of busy right now.” He’s staring so blatantly that you’re sure he’s already seen everything, completely giving up on trying to be modest. He flushed the toilet and opens the shower, stepping in behind you as you glare at him half-heartedly. You should be mad at him for invading your privacy but the sleepy pout on his face and his puffy eyes are just too cute.

“Are you mad princess?” He asks, towering over you as he backs you against the tile wall, hands on your waist. You rest your hands on his biceps and nod, looking him dead in the eye. “Are you gonna make it up to me?”

Yang Jungwon

Kisses you from head to toe, appreciates the little things

Your heart pounded in your chest as you laid on your side with Jungwon’s bare body pressed against your backside. His index finger traced up and down your shoulder lovingly, observing all of your moles and blemishes. He takes note of all the newly exposed skin, learning things about you that he didn’t know before…like how sensitive your spine is. He lays with you, basking in the afterglow of your intimacy.

“I can’t believe we just did that” you whisper hoarsely in the silence, biting back a smile. He chuckles breathily, nuzzling his face into your hair. “Me neither. Thank you for trusting me with your body. You were amazing.”

“So were you wonnie.” You beam. Silence settles over the room again but Jungwon breaks it again 5 minutes later. “you have a hickey on your ass, it’s shaped like a heart.” His laughter fills the room when you roll over to slap him on his chest playfully.

“Way to ruin the mood doofus. Let me give you one too.” You say and the smile drops from his face.

“I mean…Only if you’re serious”

[jollydreamcookievoid-blog]

Daddy calling me into the room, telling me he needs me for something. Motioning me to come closer, we have to talk quiet so no one hears. He whispers that he needs me to pull my panties down to help his problem, because I have to bounce on his cock for him. I’m scared and he says it’s gonna hurt a lot but he knows I can do it, I’m a good girl and he really needs it. I tell him I don’t wanna but he says that’s not an option. He pulls me to the bed and puts his hand tight over my mouth while he sinks his cock into me, cooing at me and hushing my cries, telling me I’m doing a really good job. I shake my head no, begging to stop. Crying that I can’t do it, it’s too much. He says he knows it hurts me but he feels so good, and I want him to feel good, don’t I? I wanna be a good girl, don’t I? He has to keep going. And I better get used to it because this’ll happen a lot from now on.