perfectlyfamous

[perfectlyfamous]

nightmares | s.j

in which you have a nightmare and seek comfort from your roommate.

pairing: jake x fem!reader

includes: nipple play, pussy eating, sleepy sex, unprotected sex (lmk if i missed anything).

it was childish, you knew: to be so afraid of a dumb nightmare that you had to go to your roommate for comfort.

but there you were, absolutely petrified. you laid flat on your back in your bed, not moving a muscle because you were so afraid. it didn’t help that it was storming outside either, the occasional cracks of thunder and lightning making you shiver.

when you checked the time on your phone, it read 2:19 a.m.

you briefly wondered if your roommate, jake, would be awake. it was dumb to even consider it because you knew he cherished his sleep, so he would definitely be passed out with it being that late.

even though you knew that, you still needed to be around another person. you were way too afraid to be by yourself right then.

you took a deep breath and pulled yourself out of bed. you leapt through your dark room and opened the door into the hallway. jake’s room was just across from yours.

his door was closed. you pressed your ear against it but couldn’t hear a thing. you were slightly frustrated that he was asleep, but it wasn’t like it was his job to stay awake for you just in case you had a nightmare.

slowly, you twisted open the door. his room was completely dark, but a flash of lightning illuminated his sleeping form for just a second. as you suspected, he was completely knocked out, buried under the covers in his bed.

you took a hesitant step inside, not entirely sure what you were doing by going into his room. you just needed company and the reassurance that your nightmare wasn’t real.

the door came to a close behind you, the sound of it shutting a little louder than you would’ve liked.

jake stirred, sitting up ever so slightly.

“y/n?” he mumbled, eyes squinted to look at you in the darkness.

“sorry i woke you,” you apologized, awkwardly standing by the end of his bed.

“what are you doing?” he asked. “what’s wrong?”

“i just…i had a nightmare,” you told him.

saying it out loud, you were embarrassed. you’d woken your roommate up like a child. you were selfish too for doing that. he worked hard and he was tired, thus he needed a full night of sleep.

“nightmare?” jake questioned.

“yeah,” you said. “i know, it’s dumb. i was just scared.”

“c’mere.”

your body filled with warmth and relief at the soft word from jake. he wasn’t mad, he was actually inviting you into his bed to provide you with the comfort you so desperately needed.

you crawled into his bed and slid under the covers with him. his bed was so warm and you immediately felt about a million times safer just being near him.

you laid on your side and he slid his arm around your waist, pressing his front side to your back.

you’d been roommates with jake for about a year, but you’d never once cuddled. you were friends—good friends, but you barely ever even touched. you never really hugged each other, never held hands, and especially never spooned in his bed before.

“d’you wanna talk about it?” he asked, his breath warm against your ear.

“no,” you said, not wanting to have to relive the awful nightmare. “i just couldn’t be alone.”

jake inhaled and all he could smell was the intoxicating scent of your shampoo. you were so warm and delicate in his embrace, he was definitely freaking out but trying his best not to show it.

“i’m here now,” he said. “nothing is gonna get you if i’m here.”

his words, for whatever reason, made your heart pound, made butterflies flutter in your tummy. to hear those sentences come from your incredibly attractive roommate made you…excited.

sunghoon was the reason you two knew each other. you were friends with sunghoon, jake was friends with sunghoon, and you all started hanging out in groups. you and jake coincidentally needed roommates at the same time, and then there you were.

you’d always thought he was hot and not only his physical appearance, but his personality too. he was sweet and caring and gentle, and you just really, really enjoyed him. his cute accent was a plus too.

“thank you,” you exhaled. “i knew you were sleeping and i really didn’t wanna wake you. i just—”

“hey, it’s okay,” he assured.

you suddenly felt the soft tingling sensation of his fingers grazing up and down your t-shirt clad back. you sighed in pleasure, letting your eyes flutter shut.

“feels so good,” you told him, your voice in a mumbled daze.

“yeah?” he replied. “want me to keep going?”

“mmm, yes please,” you hummed tiredly.

jake cooed at your sleepy state and continued running the tips of his fingertips up and down the length of your back.

he continued to do that until you were slowly lulled into a soft doze.

after a few minutes, jake spoke.

“can i lift your shirt?” he asked.

your eyes flew open, startled by his sudden voice in what was such a quiet room.

“yeah,” you told him.

he slowly pushed your t-shirt up your body, revealing your smooth back. he left your shirt bunched up around your chest and reattached his fingers to your back, using his nails to glide up and down.

you leaned back into his touch, sighing in pleasure. jake’s breathing got ever so slightly heavier by the sight of your pleasured reactions and your pliant body against his.

he eventually switched to using the palm of his hand to rub your back soothingly. he rubbed along your back before his hand started inching to your side, and he rubbed there too.

he gently pulled you down so you were laying on your back. with him still laying on his side, he had a height advantage over you. he looked down at your tired face, licking his lips.

neither of you even said anything and mutually started leaning in at the same time. the moment was already intimate from him rubbing your back, it just felt right and normal to kiss.

his warm lips were heavy against yours, kissing you slowly and deeply. his hand came up to cradle your face, caressing your warm blushing cheek with his thumb.

“you’re so pretty,” he mumbled against your lips.

if you were any more awake, you probably would’ve been squealing and jumping up and down.

he trailed his hand down from your face and to the side of your waist. your shirt was still raised slightly, revealing a sliver of your stomach.

jake pushed your shirt up and stopped just below your breasts.

“can i keep going?” he asked, pulling back and looking into your eyes.

you were so excited about where things were going, you would’ve been an idiot to say no.

“yeah,” you answered, grabbing the back of his neck and pulling him back down to your lips.

he smiled against your lips and inched his tongue inside your mouth. you responded immediately, rubbing the slippery tip of your tongue against his. the sound was purely lewd, all wet and kissing noises.

he pushed your shirt up until it was over your chest, revealing your tits to him for the first time. the cool air in the room immediately hardened your nipples.

jake cupped your breast in his hand and swiped his thumb over your nipple, making you gasp and arch into his touch. he pulled away from your lips for a second to wet the tip of his pointer finger. he then brought his finger down to your nipple and rubbed it in little circles.

you moaned against his lips, jutting your hips up because you were suddenly a lot more needy that you’d realized. with the way he was playing with your nipple, it was starting to get you worked up.

he departed from your lips, trailing kisses down your chin, your neck, your collarbones, and finally to your chest.

he circled his tongue around the bud before taking your nipple into his mouth and sucking on it gently. you moaned out, entangling your fingers in his thick hair.

he played with the other neglected nipple, massaging it between his thumb and index finger. you spread your legs and tugged on his hair softly, showing to him how good it felt.

“you like that, baby?” he asked, licking your nipple in circles again. “is it makin’ you feel better?”

“fuck,” you moaned. “yeah, i love it.”

“cute,” he chuckled, switching to suck on the other nipple.

you weren’t sure how long that went on for. you just knew it was long enough for your panties to be completely soaked by the time he pulled away.

he kissed down your bare stomach and stopped where the waistband of your sweatpants were.

“can i keep making you feel good, baby?” he asked, his hand coming to wrap around your thigh.

you needed him to make you feel good. your pussy was so sensitive from being so aroused and you just needed something.

“mmm, please,” you answered. “it’s sticky.”

“it’s sticky?” he repeated, peeling your sweatpants down your legs. “let me see.”

he spread your legs and found that your flimsy pair of panties were completely soaked through from your arousal. he gulped, bringing his finger up and dragging it down your clothed slit.

you whimpered, jutting your hips up to try and get more contact out of just his one finger. he pushed your hips down.

“poor thing,” he cooed. “you’re soaked. did you like getting your nipples sucked that much?”

“yeah,” you answered pathetically, embarrassed.

“sweet girl,” he said, pouting at you. “gonna take care of you, angel.”

your pussy clenched around nothing.

he was quick to hook his fingers into your panties and slide them down your legs, tossing them onto the floor with your sweatpants. you were bare in front of him then, your cunt dripping and eager.

he spread your legs as wide as they could go. you felt so vulnerable underneath him. you’d never even hugged the guy, yet now you were there with your glistening cunt twitching in front of his face.

he held your thighs as he leaned in and look a long lick from the bottom of your sopping pussy all the way up to your puffy clit. he moaned as the taste of you infiltrated his senses, taking over his head. he knew just from that one lick alone that he was addicted.

“oh my god…” you trailed off, your hand finding his hair again to hold on to.

he started flicking his tongue up and down your folds, pushing his face into your cunt as deep as he could. he wrapped his lips around your clit, making out with it and drooling all over it.

for a moment, he pulled back to just look at your pussy. spread your lips with his thumbs, watching your drooling hole convulse.

“fuck, baby,” he nearly growled.

he couldn’t stay away for long and his face was buried back into your pussy a second later. he swiped his tongue back and forth against your clit, his eyes fluttering closed at the taste and the feeling of it.

“mmm,” he hummed into your pussy. “so sweet, baby. tastes so good. could’ve been eating you out since the day we moved in together if i knew you were this sweet.”

you could barely process any of his words, so lost in the pleasure he was giving you. his tongue worked your pussy like magic, slurping up your arousal and nibbling on your clit and thrusting in and out of your leaking hole.

“jake,” you cried out, tugging on his hair. “‘m close, fuck. i’m so close.”

jake dug his fingers into your thighs, frowning slightly in concentration. his tongue continued to move rapidly on your hot, gushing cunt.

the knot in your stomach suddenly snapped and your entire body fell weak. your eyes rolled back into your head and you fucked your hips against his tongue to ride out your orgasm. he moaned against you as the taste of your cum dripped down his throat.

he left your pussy with a kiss before sitting up on his knees. staring down at you, so sleepy and fucked out, he wanted nothing more than to stuff his cock deep inside of you and just pound until you both went dumb.

jake rubbed your thigh, watching your eyelids grow heavier and heavier.

“can i fuck you, baby?” he asked, slightly nervous about what you’d say.

you were tired, clearly. he wasn’t sure if you’d want to.

“yeah, jakey,” you said sweetly.

his heart throbbed at the nickname, and the fact that you were going to let him fuck you. the idea of what your tight cunt would feel like wrapped around his cock made him lightheaded.

he was quick to rid himself of his clothes. he was hard from eating you out and only needed to jerk himself off for a second before he was ready to put it in.

he lined the pretty pink tip of his cock up with your slippery hole and eased his way inside, not wanting to hurt you. he watched your reactions closely.

you looked up at him, your jaw falling slack at the feeling of his cock slowly filling your pussy up. your legs shook as he pushed himself to the brim, the tip of his cock hitting the spongey spot deep inside of you.

“oh,” you whimpered. “feels so good. i’m so full.”

“yeah, baby?” he cooed. “you nice and full of my cock?”

you nodded rapidly, sitting yourself up slightly so you could see his cock slowly slide out of you before pushing back in. your walls fluttered around him.

your pussy was so warm, wet, tight, and absolutely intoxicating just like how he knew it would be.

“such a good pussy,” he moaned, holding onto your hips as he thrusted. “got my dick all wet in your sweet cum, baby.”

there was a creamy ring of your cum around the base of his dick, which made a lewd squelching sound every time he thrusted.

you just whimpered in response, turning your head to the side. he was fucking you so deeply, dragging every inch of his long length through your tight walls.

you held onto his biceps, digging your nails into his skin. he bit his lip, looking down at your pretty supple body and the way you just laid there and took it, letting him fuck you nice and good.

“‘m close, baby,” he told you, grabbing your chin and turning your head so you were looking up at him again. “where do you want me to cum?”

you were so sleepy and fucked out that you could still barely comprehend his words. you also were starting to feel your second orgasm brewing in your stomach which made it even harder to focus.

you just babbled some incoherent nonsense.

“words, honey,” he said, squeezing your thighs. “tell me where you want my cum.”

“inside,” you cried out, tightening your legs around his waist. “wanna be filled.”

“fuck,” jake hissed. “i’ll fill you up real good. i’ll make you nice and warm, yeah baby?”

“please!” you yelled. “please, i need it.”

your words sent him straight over the edge. he choked on a moan as ropes of his warm cum spilled inside of you, drenching your walls.

seeing him hit his orgasm sent you over the edge as well, and suddenly you were clenching around him, sucking him completely dry.

waves of sweat and pleasure and euphoria washed over the both of you. you swear he was sending you to another dimension where the only thing you knew was pleasure and jake’s addictive cock.

he slowly rocked his hips in and out of you, milking both of your orgasms until you were both done and spent.

by then, you were both exhausted. he slowly pulled out and collapsed next to you. the two of you laid on your backs, staring at the ceiling in shock at what you’d just done.

you went into his room with the expectation of a little bit of comfort after your awful nightmare, not to have been given two orgasms.

for a few minutes, neither of you said anything.

then, jake spoke up.

“so, did i get you to forget about your nightmare?” he asked, turning his head to the side to look at you.

at that point, you couldn’t even remember what the nightmare was about.

“i think you did,” you answered.

he pulled you into his chest and kissed the top of your head. within a few minutes, both of you were asleep in each others arms.

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a/n long jake smut for 1k and bc im horny for him.

thank you for reading <3

[perfectlyfamous]

PAIRING ~ bf!nrk x gf!reader

SUMMARY ~ play-fighting and size difference always gets off riki, so he shows you just how much of that holds factual.

GENRE ~ smut, fluff.

WORD COUNT ~ 1.223k

ᯓ★ part 2 of 9:27 but i don't think you need to read it to understand. this is plain smut lol.

riki couldn’t help himself as he leaned down to press his lips to your neck again, his kisses rougher this time as he kissed and nipped at your skin, moving his mouth to the other side of your neck as he left what were sure to be visible marks behind. 

one of his hands continued to slide up your side underneath your shirt, gently caressing your skin as it moved up to your chest, gently fondling your tits from over your bra. he smirked against your skin when he felt you arch your back.

he pulled his lips away from your neck with one last, hard bite, his gaze flicking down to your expression before speaking in a low voice. "this shirt... it needs to come off, baby." he leaned up so he could get a better view of you, his eyes raking up and down your body. he tugged at the shirt you were wearing, the action prompting you to lift up your arms so he could pull it off.

he tossed the shirt to the side, his eyes darting to your chest and taking in the sight of your bra-clad chest rising and falling in response to each breath you took. he swallowed as his hand found the soft skin of your side, his touch gentle yet firm as he caressed your side once again.

his lips came in contact with your collarbone, kissing and sucking on the skin as he slowly started making his way down your chest and stomach, his hand squeezing against your waist as he moved further and further down your body.

he stopped once he reached your jeans. he tugged at the fabric of jeans, his eyes darting to look up at you before mumbling into your stomach, “off.”

“you’re so bossy..” you weakly commented with the little dignity left after being made into a whimpering mess from just his kisses, but nevertheless compiled by lifting your hips as a sign for him to undress your jeans.

he chuckled against your stomach, the sound sending tingles up your spine. he began unbuttoning the denim garment, unzipping it before hooking his hands under the material to begin pulling it down your legs. he tossed your jeans to the side, along with the rest of discarded clothes. when he looked back at you, you were left in only a pair of panties wet from arousal at the crotch and a bra. he smirked as his eyes raked up and down your body. just the sight of you lying below him, breathless and flushed, was driving him crazy.

he let out a shaky exhale, reaching for the hem of his shirt and yanking it off carelessly. he lowered himself once again, pressing the tent in his shorts onto your panty-clad pussy as fumbled with the hook of your bra. with a single skilled move, he relieved you of its confinement, sighing in pleasure when he felt your bare tits pressed against his muscular chest.

“so soft..” he purred into your ear, holding onto your waist and once again peppering lazy, wet kisses on the marks he’d decorated onto your skin earlier, rocking his hips into yours. the thin layer of your panties did very less to block the friction that came from his actions, earning lewd whimpers from your mouth.

“riki..." you whined, your hips jerking up ever so often, your slick nearly beginning to seep onto the fabric of his shorts. he only let out a sultry chuckle in response, enjoying the feeling of your tits all soft and pressed up against him.

he decided to put an end to the foreplay, momentarily getting off of the bed to pull his shorts and boxers down in one motion, causing his cock to spring free and hit his abdomen. with a silent curse, he climbed back on top of you, yanking your panties off, throwing them in a direction he was too horny to care about.

he took a hold of your hips to help align himself, making you whimper in anticipation. you held onto his shoulders, watching his expressions as he suddenly slowly penetrated your neglected pussy. he let out a quiet sigh of pleasure, his expression warping into one of utter bliss at the feeling of your insides.

you let out a string of whimpers and quiet moans, adjusting to his invasion, your thighs instinctively closing shut. he let out a grunt, beginning to pound into you at a slow, sensual pace, his hands moving to your calves to force them up over his shoulders ensuring that your legs remained open for him to exploit. the new position caused his cock to reach places unimaginable in you, your eyes rolling back over each one of his thrusts. 

“fuck..” he groaned out, placing his hands on either sides of your head as he fucked you hard and deep. your chest heaved as you let out soft moans of pleasure, your nails digging into his shoulders and causing a stinging pain that somehow only made thrilled.

you uncontrollably clenched around him, hips bucking forward when he began nudging against your cervix. your head was thrown back in pleasure, tits bouncing in a way almost hypnotizing. “faster..” you softly pleaded, hands clutched onto his broad shoulders for your dear life.

he let out a low, sultry chuckle against your ear but couldn't resist picking up his pace making the frame of his bed creek in ways not less than crude. he groaned as you tightened around him, taking a hold of your wrists and pinning your hands down beside your head, interlocking your hands with his as he did so. “you feel so fucking good, baby.. keep doing that..” his hot breath fanned against your neck as he pound into you almost relentlessly. his grunts began to grow louder and more frequent the more you clenched around him, driving him to bite down on your neck to muffle his sounds.

“s-so close, riki..” you shakily whispered, prompting him to let go of one of your hands, bringing it to begin stimulating your clit. you let out a breathy moan, feeling the knot in your stomach tighten more than ever.

“me too, baby.. cum for me, c’mon..” he lifted his head from your neck to make eye contact as he circled the calloused pads of his index and middle finger around your clit. with a final moan louder than the ones before, you released rings of cum around his cock. your warm release triggered his, and he slammed his length deep into you, filling you with his warm seed with a low curse.

he remained inside you for a good few moments, simply cherishing the intimacy of the moment and eye contact before his body gave out. he panted softly and chuckled, taking his softening cock out of your puffy folds, his body collapsing onto yours. you too chuckled between heavy huffs of breath, bringing your free hand to wrap around his neck.

“you’re so good for me..” he whispered lovingly, landing a lingering smooches on your bare chest, followed by ticklish licks. each giggle he coaxed out of you was like a little reward for him. once he was satisfied with hearing enough of it, he lifted his head up at you, cupped your cheek and mumbled, 

“i love you, baby.” reblog and comment or i'll appear in ur room at 3 am with a knife :3 💗

[perfectlyfamous]

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[perfectlyfamous]

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one small argument with sunghoon was all it took for your attitude to shift towards him for the entire day. whether it was rolling your eyes, giving one-word answers, or simply pushing his buttons on purpose, you weren’t having it with him.

and frankly, you didn’t care about the way you were acting at the moment.

the clock barely hits 10pm before the sky is pitch dark, the living room dimly lit with a warm-toned lamp. you were lazily laying on the couch, scrolling away on your phone.

you saw him walk from the bedroom towards you, but you didn’t even budge an eye. "what the fuck is wrong with you today?" he says, breaking the eerie silence as he stares down at you.

"nothing," you simply reply, eyes still glued to your phone. he runs a hand through his hair, visibly annoyed and frustrated. "at least talk to me properly," he demands, his tone firm as his gaze stays locked on you.

"maybe if you weren't such a pain in the ass, i would," you mutter under your breath, slowly getting up from the couch to retreat to your room, away from him.

the second you stand up, his hand grabs your jaw, his grip tight as he forces you to hold eye contact with him. "quit acting like a fucking brat," he sneers, letting go of your jaw.

"gosh, you're so dramatic. it’s not even that deep," you say, looking down at your feet to avoid his piercing gaze.

his patience snaps in half. that was his final straw with you. "not that deep, hm? alright then," he mocks, pushing you back onto the couch so you’re flat against the cushions.

"sunghoon—" you try to protest, but it's useless.

"shut up," he hisses, flipping your body over so you’re on your stomach, grabbing your hips and forcing you to arch your back for him. you don’t even try to fight back anymore. you knew you were about to get fucked until your mind went blank, and as much as you were mad at him—you wanted that.

he springs his flushed cock from his sweatpants before pulling your panties down, making them pool around your knees.

with no warning, he slides his cock inside your pussy, which had already become visibly wet. you gasp, the unusual and deliberate stretch feeling good but rushed, but you don’t even care.

his thrusts pick up quickly, becoming more synchronized as his hand lands a sharp slap to your ass every few moments, watching the way it recoils against his hips and turns red.

the sound of your squelching pussy meeting his cock fills the room, wetness dripping down your thighs as he fucks you harder, faster.

your cries are muffled by the pillow shoved into your face, unable to stay quiet as his cock stretches you so perfectly, hitting your deepest spots as he lands harsh smacks on your flesh.

"not so quiet now, huh? dumb fuckin' girl," he snarls, his free hand gripping your hip to help push your body down on his cock so his thrusts are in rhythm with yours.

all that escapes your mouth is a pathetic moan. "only good for taking my dick, huh? that’s it?" he mocks, his hand moving to tug your hair, pulling you up so he can hear you answer.

"m-mhmm.. fuck!" you scream, his cock dragging in and out of you faster to make you stammer. his hand releases your hair, your upper body falling back onto the cushions again as you feel yourself nearing your release.

"gosh, you sound pathetic," he breathes out, watching the way your body trembles under him as all you can do is moan, cry, and take his cock. your pussy tightens around him, the need to cum becoming more desperate with every thrust.

your eyes roll back, similar to how you rolled them earlier today, except this time it’s because you’re getting fucked dumb. your mind is nothing but mush now, hair all tousled, cheeks flushed—with a few dried tears on them.

meanwhile, his head is thrown back, his cock bullying your hole, making every moment count to make sure you knew your place. his eyes flicker down, watching his length disappear inside you with every thrust while your cum begins to seep out onto the cushions, painting it with your fluids.

the sound of his cock fucking you fills the room, the slick noises mixing with the stuttered moans escaping from your lips, and all he can do is grunt in satisfaction as you become a pathetic mess beneath him.

his pace slows, then eventually comes to an end. he pulls his cock out of you, spilling himself on your back. you feel the warm spurts on your skin, but you’re too fucked out to say anything, still struggling to control your breathing and come down from your high.

"next time, think twice before acting like a brat," he mutters, his body lowering to kiss the top of your head and lightly ruffling your hair.

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[perfectlyfamous]

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p.sunghoon 𝒙 f.reader

𝓦c ::: est -1k 𐙚 𝓢harinote ::: returning to my roots 𐙚 warnin𝓰.ᐟ ::: somnophilia · prone bone · thigh humping/fucking · whiny sunghoon · pet-names · f.ᐟreader

sunghoon wakes up hard.

he doesn’t know what time it is—the digital clock on your bedside isn’t any use.

all he knows is his cock is throbbing… it’s aching and leaking against the soft cotton of his boxers. the tent in his pants is suffocating. and you’re right there.

fast asleep on your stomach—-warm, soft, and oh so close that it makes him dizzy…he can practically smell the sweet vanilla of your body wash still clinging onto your skin from last night's shower.

and it’s driving him insane.

the way your lips part slightly. the way your hair’s barely tied up. the slow rise and fall of your chest with every shallow breath, your tank top’s strap slipping down your shoulder—all of it.

but most of all, your thighs…

pillowy. slightly agape. just enough space for him to press himself in between the muscles.

he tries to ignore it. really, he does.

he shifts under the sheets, clenching his fists, palming his boxers, biting his lip—but it won’t go away.

not when you smell like sleep and sin… not when there’s still a faint, sticky wetness dampening the center of your panties from the night before.

not when he’s so fucking hard it hurts.

he breathes out a curse—quiet and ragged, careful not to wake you. then, he carefully pushes his boxers down just enough to expose himself.

his cock springs free, flushed and wet at the tip as he shakily slides in between the dip of your thighs with a breathy gasp.

“fuck—fuck,” he whispers, already shaking. “s-sorry, baby… need it so bad…”

he rocks his hips slowly, dragging his cock between your thighs, your soft skin hugging him perfectly. the friction of your lacey underwear makes his head spin. It’s too much—his hands rush to your waist, squeezing and pawing at your sides.

“mm…” you shift in your sleep, muttering something barely coherent. he stills—heart pounding. cock heavy and aching. It’s not like he was doing anything wrong… you two had had the talk.

“don’t mean to wake you,” he breathes, gently kissing your shoulder. “just—just let me use you for a second, yeah? promise i’ll be quick…”

he’s panting now, talking more to himself than your half-asleep figure as he continues rutting between your thighs like he’s lost his mind, which he he feels like he is…

eventually, you stir awake completely, your eyes fluttering open softly, feeling the veins of his dick rubbing against your clit between your thighs. “a-ah… hoon, fuck..!”

“feels so good, baby. always feel so good for me.”

his hips stutter and his voice cracks as he comes, grinding helplessly into your thighs, painting your skin with it; the sticky ropes of white cum spurt from his tip—ruing your panties and littering the plush of your thighs.

his chest trembles against your back as he whines into the crook of your neck.

and even as his eyes flutter shut again, lips brushing your spine, his cock softening between your legs—he’s still whispering your name like a prayer. “couldn’t help myself… fuck you’re perfect, so perfect.”

[perfectlyfamous]

Vivienne Hearts ♱ 西村力

Love the passion, fire,

high ass self-esteem

So outlandish, she said, "Fuck me 'til I scream."

Synopsis - Two popular ambassadors, obsessed with the brands they work for. One Chrome Hearts obsessed, the other Vivienne Westwood obsessed; once they meet, their obsession grows, but this time for each other.

Genre - Workplace romance, strangers to more, au

Pairing - 西村力 x fem!reader

Warnings - Cussing, suggestive, obsessive behavior, jealousy, skinship, lwk toxicity..

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He was obsessed with the brand Chrome Hearts. You were obsessed with Vivienne Westwood.

Being ambassadors of the two most popular brands wasn't that easy, especially considering both of you were once die hard supporters and lovers. Ni-ki was scouted, being an already popular model, they thought he fit the concept perfectly and reached out to his manager. You were a newcomer to the modeling world, so you auditioned for the brand you fell in love with, and they easily accepted you.

The modeling you did was exceptionally tolerable at first, but what you didn't expect was Vivienne making a contract collab with Chrome Hearts. Randomly. It was a known brand for it's jewelry and clothing, and they only had one loyal ambassador for their brand, Nishimura Riki. At first the thought of a contract with someone else and possibly meeting up with another model disgusted you. All you wanted was to be left alone. But of course, this was the modeling world.

You wondered how a male model would even act. You immediately thought him out to be self conceited and weird, looking at the images on your computer in the dark of your living room. You let out low grumbles everytime you landed upon a picture, better than the other every time, body hot with almost.. jealousy. Why? Leaning back in your chair and staring at the picture of him, dressed in a regular outfit with jewelry adorning him from neck to waistline. It was infuriating. Rings, necklaces, earrings, bracelet, even glasses. He pulled it off so furiously.

You were going to be working with him.

And you didn't like that.

You spent nearly two hours learning everything about him. How he got into the modeling world, how he got chosen as Chrome Hearts ONLY ambassador, etc. The curiosity only grew. From learning about his career to learning about more personal things like his birthday, where he was born, likes and dislikes. Interviews. It was like a loop hole. You've never worked with anyone, and it was pissing you off yet drawing you in.

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Well, today was the day you were meeting up with him at the collab shoot. Somewhere far off to downtown Seoul. You were extremely adamant until your manager persuaded you by saying the cost of it, how much popularity there could be. Rolling your eyes, you sat back rather relaxed in the BMW. You didn't care about the money, per se. But sure. As long as you get to see this freak called Riki face to face.

Your manager led you down to the shoot early for preparation as Riki has already collaborated with multiple other brands and models before, it was too easy for him. For you, not so much. Stubbornness, attitude, all of that.

When Riki set foot onto the set, your eyes locked immediately and the room's atmosphere seemed to turn dark. You swallowed thickly. He looked better in real life and you momentarily furrowed your brows, eyes darting across the room to look anywhere but at him.

On set it was a living hell with him. Being compliant was hard enough for your wellbeing, but him telling you what to do and watching so closely made you want to rip the contract in two.

"Don't be so tense with me."

"You're too warm. Do you need water?"

It was like he was the one in charge around here. You have a right to be tense. He was too comfortable, too silent, too.. touchy. That's what the set required—sensuality, style, elegance. You didn't mind it, but with him, you felt your blood running dry just looking at him. His hands had to rest on your hipbone for one photo, chin on your shoulder like some couple. His fingers had the silver rings on them, clashing against your warm skin. God, you just couldn't take it anymore.

Calling off a small break, he sat in a chair next to you, reviewing over the small portion of photos you actually obtained before calling a break. His hands rubbed against the fabric of his pants, eyeing you with distaste, gaze trailing up and down your body. He noticed all the tension in your body, but could sense the heat when he touched you on set. His tongue went out to lick his lips. He's never seen someone so non-compliant on set, and it could be that it slightly excited him. Something new finally.

"What's the matter? You fragile?" He asked bluntly, grabbing your attention and looking offended, cheeks visibly turning a different shade after catching you off guard. "I am not fragile. Maybe you're just too strong-headed." You two both had no idea where this argument was coming from, but he was already enjoying it. He shifted in his seat, watching you tighten your hold on the cup that held your drink, his scowl at you gradually turning into a cocky smile.

"Has anyone ever taught you decency?" He was fucking with you now, getting on every last nerve. You crossed your arms and looked away from him, mumbling underneath your breath before speaking louder. "I know decency. You need to stay out of people's business." Oh, you were feisty too.

He chuckled out of amusement, running his hands through his hair. The makeup team would touch up again anyway. He could feel the heat simmering in his stomach like a slow boil, his liking for you only growing with time even if it seemed like you hated his whole presence and being infront of you. Why? He would figure it out, and completely crush it.

The shoot was finally over after an excruciating half-hour, groaning out of relief in your mind when you were free of his.. energy. You had no idea where this hate was coming from, but it was hitting you hard. And possibly, just a slim chance, you thought there was a bit of an obsession problem you wouldn't admit. The way Riki carried himself, the way he spoke, his voice, his hands—everything was so perfect it was damn near imperfect itself.

You couldn't stop thinking about him when you got home and rested up for the day. Your phone gleamed in the dark, eyes narrowing and widening at every photo. It was weird, you thought. Totally, totally weird. But you wanted to know every single thing about him yet not wanting to cross humanly boundaries. But your body screamed for him. Those hands warm and cold by the rings on his fingers.

He did the same. He specifically stared at a photo of you, modeling for some popular lingerie brand and oh god did it make him even more obsessed with you. That brattiness was present, but there was so much depth and skill to you it was unbelievable. He could see that in your eyes, the fire burning within your eyes. He wished he could've convince you to get his personal social at least. You'd be happier he didn't ask for a kiss instead. He rolled over in his bed with a sigh, a grin on his lips as his finger traced the photo of you.

"I cannot wait to get close to you."

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Weeks have gone by without much attention, and your bond with Riki was.. still questionable, but tolerable. You couldn't deny the tension that happened whenever you two would shoot together every now and then, breath hitching when you two got extremely close. His eyes dark on you. And you swore that dark makeup suited him so perfectly you could yell at him, hurt him, kiss him absolutely senseless. It was annoying.

Today was the last day of shooting, and you wouldn't see each other for a while until the companies decide to make another collaboration on their products. You got forced into dinner with him and his manager, a permanent frown on your face. Though, it wasn't true. You spent every night thinking about him, what he could be doing, more than that.

His eyes stayed on yours and you two simply stared at each other from across the table with no filter, managers chatting it away as you two practically eye-fucked each other, it was almost disgusting. When he broke out into a smug expression, your lower abdomen just started to swirl, heat rushing through your body. You quickly excused yourself to the bathroom and he followed with his eyes before going after you, waiting a beat.

You led him into the bathroom unknowingly, jolting when the door slammed behind you, turning to see him leaning against the door. "What are you doing?—you're in the wrong bathroom." You spoke firmly, going infront of the mirror to fix yourself up. Really, to distract yourself from the situation at hand.

"If you were paying attention, y/n, you would notice you walked into the gender neutral one." He emphasized, walking up behind you and pressing his back against your chest, eyes looking at your flushed expression in the mirror. You were nervous, but so happy you could die. Swallowing thickly, you turnt around and allowed his hands to wander before landing on your hipbone. He wore those rings again, the cold sending a chill up your spine as his eyes landed on your Vivienne necklace.

"Obsessed, aren't you?" He teased, finger wrapping around your necklace and tilting it with curiosity.

"I could say the same to you." Your eyes gestured at the necklaces he wore, and the rings placed onto his fingers. He laughed at your remark back, hands slipping underneath your shirt and leaning in closer, letting your breath mingle with his, body heat one.

"My obsession has been.. shifting lately." He whispered, eyes directly on yours and thumbs caressing your waist absentmindedly, his feet shuffling to move closer with every minute passing by. He snickered in disbelief, hair brushing against your forehead as you started to breathe through your mouth, eyes yearning. "It's almost crazy. How... obsessed I am with you." You groaned at the words, rolling your eyes and letting your arms wrap around his neck, eyes not tearing away from his just yet.

"Don't tell me that. Just do. Please."

And do he will.

The crazed fixation he felt for you finally burned out when his lips landed on yours, mind immediately hazy when you gave in so easily. He needed you, bad. He didn't want anyone else touching you or looking at you the way he did in those photos. He understood what you did for a living, but you were his. And he was yours. Nothing would get in the way of that, even if you slightly hated each other.

Because, of course, Chrome Hearts would always go with Vivienne Westwood.

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[perfectlyfamous]

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you’re not even sure how it started—a few stolen lazy kisses… sure. but those had turned into soft moans muffled into heeseung’s hoodie, your leg thrown over his hips as you melted into his warmth.

the kisses were slow and aimless, the kind that linger on the softness of your lips even after you and your boyfriend decide to break apart. you feel caught in a daze—your eyelids are heavy and you can hardly catch your breath, but most of all—most of all your boobs are aching. they’re so swollen and tender you wince at the slightest movement.

heeseung knows you’re on your period—he knows how heavy your chest gets, how sensitive you get.

he’s careful with you, lips soft and teasing, hand curled protectively around your waist as you straddle his lap in your comfiest lounge shorts. he palms at your back under your shirt, lazy and affectionate—still lost in the soft feeling of your lips… until you shift forward just enough for your chest to press against his.

you hiss.

his brows knit. “still sore?” he asks, voice low, careful.

you shake your head. “no. it’s just… sensitive.”

he hums, like that’s his favorite answer. then his thumb brushes over your nipple—light, like a whisper.

you jolt again.

heeseung grins, gaze flickering to your face. “that sensitive, huh?”

“shut up,” you mutter, but your thighs clamp together—and he notices. of course he notices.

he shifts, pushing your shirt higher, his tongue peeking out to wet his lips. “can i touch you?”

you nod slowly, already breathless as he noses at your chest until his mouth is hot and wet around your nipple, taking experimental kitten licks at the swollen bud.

“hee—” you cry out, hips twitching.

“fuck, baby,” he murmurs, dragging his thumb across one stiff peak. you jolt, a sharp sound escaping your throat.

“they’re that sensitive?” he asks, voice all low and warm and amused, like it’s his favorite discovery.

“yeah…” you whimper.

“i’ve got you,” he murmurs, voice muffled against your skin. one hand slides down to anchor your waist when you try to move, his big palm splayed over your hip. “let me take care of you, baby. no grinding, okay?”

you whine, the lack of friction making everything feel sharper—too much. his lips wrap around your nipple, tongue flicking soft and slow while his hand kneads your other breast, thumb teasing over the bump as you gasp.

his other hand massages the swollen weight of your breast, fingers finding the peaked nub and pinching.

“fuck—heeseung—”

“good girl,” he whispers, licking a slow stripe up to your collarbone before dipping back down. “you’re doing so well. just let me make you feel good.”

his cock is hard beneath you—you feel the thick, insistent press of him under his sweats. leaking, probably. ignored. but his focus never wavers.

his mouth closes around your nipple again, wet and warm, sucking lightly before tugging with his teeth. his fingers pinch your other one just right, and your body bucks.

you can’t breathe. can’t think. it’s too much—the wet warmth of his mouth teething at your breasts.

you’re already trembling, every nerve in your body lit up. the way he switches between teasing and praise, the way he knows you can’t take much more but still keeps you right there, hovering on the edge—it’s dizzying.

your moans start coming faster, throatier. the pressure coils in your belly, sharp and hot. your nails dig into his shoulders, breath stuttering.

heeseung watches you unravel, never once stopping. his eyes are dark, focused.

“you gonna cum like this, baby? just from me playing with your tits?”

you nod frantically, tears welling at the corners of your eyes. your whole body trembles, thighs clenching, belly tightening. you’re already there—your orgasm rushing through you like a wave, blinding and sharp.

you cry out, hands fisting in his hoodie as your hips jerk uselessly in his hold.

he doesn’t stop. he kisses your chest, then your throat, then the corner of your mouth.

“that’s it,” he whispers. “just like that. such a good girl for me.”

you’re dazed, heart fluttering, chest still heaving as you ride out your high.

you cling to him, flushed and wrecked. heeseung just keeps holding you close, mouth at your temple, fingers drawing soft shapes against your back with your bare chest slack against his own.

he rubs your back gently, rocking you a little, soothing your twitchy limbs. you feel him twitch beneath you, still hard, still wanting—but he doesn’t move to fix it.

it’s not just the pleasure—it’s the way he handles you like you’re precious. like he sees you.

when you finally blink up at him, flushed and wrecked, you murmur, “you didn’t…”

he smiles, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. “wasn’t about me.”

you pout. “still not fair.”

he leans in, kisses your forehead. “then how about you ask me nicely in ten minutes,” he teases.

[perfectlyfamous]

୧ ‧₊˚ imagine babying ni-ki ⋅ ☆

a/n: idcidc ni-ki is not nonchalant 💔 this is heavily inspired by @purinfelix so thank you to them <3

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ni-ki’s never been too particularly fond of appearing vulnerable—especially in front of you. but behind closed doors, it was a completely different story. that’s exactly why he was leaned back in his chair, arms crossed with a stubborn pout adorning his beautifully crafted face. “ni-ki, what’s wrong?” you question from your bed. your eyes were still glued to your phone screen, and if you were being honest, you knew. you knew exactly what was wrong with ni-ki, but you wanted him to say it. recently, his schedule with the boys had been packed, with the new comeback coming up. today was one of his few days to rest, and he was exhausted. but being the big baby he is, he refused to show it. however, the cute little tired lines and dark circles under his expressive eyes told you enough: he was exhausted. “nothing,” he huffed, his eyes beginning to flutter shut. “c’mere riki,” you coo, finally putting your phone down to let him into your arms. he stays put for a moment, but his resolve finally shatters and he’s up and in your arms in less than a second. you pull him into your lap, your fingers gently pushing his head against your chest as you drape a blanket over your bodies. you’re all wrapped up now, legs tangled, his face smooshed against your collar bones. at first he tries to act unaffected, claiming he’s “just resting his eyes” when his lashes threaten to meet, but the way he whines when you shift ever so slightly gives him away. you can’t help but swoon at how comfortable he looks laying flush in your arms. your thumb traces the curve of his jawline, all the way down to his plump pouty lips. he places a soft kiss against the pad of your thumb, his cheeks flushing a warm shade of pink as he does so. the sight is enough to make you melt. “you’re my baby, okay?” you coo, as he nuzzles into your neck, mumbling. “you always baby me,” he sounds whiny—bothered, even—when he says it, but the way he leans into your neck tells you he's anything but bothered. “because you let me,” you whisper into his hair, and he only hums in response, squeezing your waist even tighter. 

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[perfectlyfamous]

29 mr nishimuraaaaaa

whiplash (m)

#29 You tease the quiet boy in your friend group too far, and he snaps—fucking you hard enough to make you cry and then cuddling you like nothing happened.

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synopsis: You thought teasing the quiet boy in your friend group was harmless—until Ni-ki finally snapped, fucking you hard enough to make you cry, then pulling you into his arms like nothing ever happened. ✉️ 980wc - ‼️ friends to lovers, size kink, rough sex, crying kink, overstimulation, breeding kink, aftercare, quiet boy snapping, bratty teasing, manhandling, creampie

📝: niki manhandling me pls

Ni-ki was always the quiet one in your friend group—stoic, reserved, always watching but rarely talking. It wasn’t that he was shy, necessarily, just… too chill to participate in the chaos. The rest of the group was a walking circus: Woonhak always yelling, Sungho deadpanning, Jaehyun micromanaging everyone’s snack bags, and you, the mouthy one who never shut up. Especially around Ni-ki.

“Do you even speak?” you snorted one day while everyone was lounging around in Leehan’s basement, half-buzzed on soda and sleep deprivation. Ni-ki just glanced at you, face unreadable, while the others burst out laughing.

“That’s not fair,” Riwoo piped up between bites of seaweed chips. “He talks. Just not to you.”

“Ouch.” You clutched your chest mock-dramatically. “I’m offended. Actually, I think I’m his favorite. He’s just playing hard to get.”

Ni-ki didn’t say a word. Just kept sipping his drink with that same maddening calm.

But you liked getting a rise out of him. Over the next few weeks, the teasing escalated.

“Blink twice if you’re real.”

“You’re like an NPC, you know that?”

“I bet your phone autocorrects everything to ‘k.’”

He never snapped. Not once. Not even when you flicked a popcorn kernel at him across the couch and it landed in his hoodie.

But something changed the night of Jaehyun’s birthday party. The group had rented a karaoke room, and somewhere between terrible rap verses and awful renditions of ballads, you and Ni-ki ended up sitting alone in the hallway. The others had gone back in to sing “Love Dive” at full volume.

You nudged his arm with your shoulder. “You know, if you ever decide to speak to me, I might faint.”

Silence.

“Like, actually. Flat on the floor. Need CPR and everything. Might be your only chance to touch me.”

And that’s when it happened.

He turned. Looked you dead in the eye. And said, “You should shut the fuck up for once.”

You blinked. “Excuse me?”

“I’m serious,” he said, voice low and calm—too calm. “You act like you want attention, but I don’t think you’re ready for what happens when you actually get mine.”

Oh.

Oh.

You weren’t expecting him to stand up, take your hand, and lead you down the hall like it was nothing. Weren’t expecting to end up shoved against the wall of an empty storage room, lights dim, his hoodie off and jaw clenched.

“Still think I’m an NPC?” he asked, fingers already under your skirt.

“Ni-ki—”

“Be quiet,” he said again, this time pressed against your ear. “You’ve been talking all month. Time to listen.”

And listen you did.

To the sound of your own whimpers as he bent you over a forgotten couch, shoved your panties aside, and fucked into you like it was something he’d been planning—mapping out in that silent mind of his for weeks.

“You always run your mouth,” he muttered, pulling your head back by your hair just enough to kiss your throat. “So loud. Always poking me like I’m not gonna do anything.”

“You never—ah—said I had to stop—”

Ni-ki didn’t hesitate. One of his large hands gripped your waist, the other fisting in your hair, forcing you to arch your back just enough. You barely managed a breath before he shoved the thick head of his cock against your entrance, pressing in hard.

The stretch made your mouth fall open in a silent gasp. He didn’t ease you into it—he drove himself inside you all at once, splitting you wide open on his cock in one rough, overwhelming thrust. Your nails dug into the couch cushions, back bowing under the sudden, brutal pressure.

“Fuck—Ni-ki—” you whimpered, the force of it nearly knocking the air from your lungs.

He wasn’t gentle. His hips slammed into yours over and over, heavy, relentless, the wet slap of skin against skin filling the room. His cock pounded deep inside you, thick and hot, making your pussy spasm around him with every brutal stroke. Each thrust forced needy, broken sounds from your lips, louder than you could even think to control.

Tears pricked at the corners of your eyes, spilling over when he fucked you harder, chasing the tight clench of your walls around him. You cried—not just from the stretch, but from the pure overwhelming feeling of being used and filled so perfectly, so completely, you couldn’t even think straight.

“You wanted attention, right?” Ni-ki growled low against your ear, voice a deep, dangerous rumble. His hand slipped between your legs, fingers rubbing fast, brutal circles over your swollen clit. “Take it.”

You sobbed, legs trembling uncontrollably under the weight of him, mind blank from how good it felt, how rough he was giving it to you. Every part of you was reduced to raw sensation: the thick drag of his cock splitting you open, the helpless clenching of your cunt around him, the burn in your thighs from how hard he kept you pinned in place.

Your orgasm hit you like a slap, sudden and devastating. You wailed his name, body convulsing, squeezing tight around him as he fucked you through it mercilessly. His pace grew frantic, sloppy, chasing his own release. With a broken, low groan, he slammed deep one last time and came inside you, cock pulsing thick spurts of hot cum against your walls.

Neither of you moved for a long moment, just breathing hard.

When you finally collapsed forward, boneless and dazed, Ni-ki gently pulled you onto his lap, his cock still buried inside you, softening slowly. His hands roamed your back soothingly, like he hadn’t just wrecked you five minutes ago.

“You okay?” he murmured, voice soft again, brushing a kiss to your temple.

You could only nod weakly, mind swimming.

He smiled faintly, arms wrapping tighter around you. “You talk too much,” he said, a little smug. “But I guess I like you anyway.”

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[perfectlyfamous]

✧ Making his silent girlfriend loud ✦༺⊹

This writing is my own; no copies, adaptations, or translations are allowed. I hope you like it. (English is not my first language.) 

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enhypen x fem!reader ⚠️ cw: nsfw / +18, overstimulation, rough sex, oral (f), impact play, light bondage, dom!vibes, multiple orgasms, crying, degradation + praise, toys, etc. minors dni. read responsibly.

✧ Heeseung ----------

Heeseung had you naked, lying on your back, your body glistening with sweat, your legs spread wide and trembling. You’d already cum. Twice. But he wasn’t planning to stop.

"Shhh, I know, I know..." He whispered as his tongue slowly slid across your clit, once again. "But you said you were enjoying it… so why are you biting your lip now?"

His fingers kept you open, exposed, completely vulnerable, while his tongue moved in slow, precise circles—so exact that your body jolted with every pass.

"Still trying to hold back? Really?" His voice dropped, darker. "I’m wrecking myself just to make you feel everything… and you're still so fucking quiet."

He sucked on your clit harder, making your hips jerk off the mattress. A high, broken moan tore from your lips.

"That." "That’s what I wanted from the beginning."

Then… he intensified everything.

Two fingers slipped inside you, wet, expert. He started thrusting them in rhythm with his tongue, which never slowed, never eased, never gave you a second of rest.

Your body couldn’t take it.

You were panting, moaning loud, eyes brimming with tears, your legs trying to close on instinct.

But Heeseung held you open firmly. "No. None of that. Stay wide for me." "You’re gonna cum all over me, baby. You’re gonna give it to me, even if I leave you shaking for days."

He grabbed your wrists, pinning them above your head, pressing you down into the mattress as he kept sucking your clit hungrily, his fingers fucking you faster, deeper.

Your moans turned into screams. Your body arched, broke apart—you came hard, a brutal orgasm shaking you to your core… and it didn’t stop there.

Because he didn’t stop.

"Again. I’m not done with you." "You're gonna scream until your voice gives out."

You kept dripping, your body twitching, his mouth chasing every wave of pleasure, giving you more, forcing another orgasm. And another. And another.

Your voice was nothing but his name, repeated between sobs and whimpers. Your skin burned, your legs refused to move, and still, he kept going like it was the first time he touched you.

"That’s it. Fall apart for me, baby." "I want every part of your body to remember my name."

✧ Jay ----------

You were in his lap, completely naked on top of his clothed thigh, his pants still buttoned—fabric pressing rough against your burning skin. His thigh beneath you, solid, flexed, ready.

Jay had one hand on your lower back, guiding you in slow, lazy movements.

"You know what drives me crazy about you?" His deep voice brushed against your ear, warm and dark. "You’re always so quiet. So… contained."

His other hand slid up to your throat—not squeezing, just resting there, heavy, commanding.

"You’re grinding on my thigh, naked, dripping wet… and not a single fucking sound has come out of you."

Your hips kept moving, seeking friction. Your lips parted, but no sound dared escape. The heat in your core was rising too fast to handle.

"Look at how much you’re soaking my pants." His tone was teasing, but full of lust. "And you’re still trying to keep it in. What do I have to do to make you give me everything, baby?"

He tightened his grip on your waist, pulling you down harder onto his thigh, making the fabric rub directly against your clit. You trembled.

"You wanna cum like this, pretty girl?"

You nodded desperately, eyes pleading, your nails digging into his shoulders.

But he shook his head, a dark smile spreading on his face.

"Then moan." "Moan for me. Tell me with your voice. I’m not letting you cum until I hear it."

Your entire body trembled. You were burning inside, but still, your throat refused to betray you.

Jay clicked his tongue. "Alright then." "None of this."

He slowly lifted his leg, pulling away the only thing you needed. The moan that left your mouth was raw, involuntary, broken.

"There it is." His smile widened. "So cute when you finally sound like what you are… a desperate little baby for me."

He slammed his leg back down under you, and the sudden contact made you cry out, loud, raw, your body giving in to the overwhelming pleasure.

"That’s it, baby. Now we’re talking." "Fall apart. Soak my thigh. Scream my name if you need to."

Your voice could no longer be contained. Each movement against his thigh tore out moans, whimpers, cries—his name falling from your lips like a prayer.

You came hard, thighs shaking, body arched in ecstasy.

Jay held you tight, murmuring into your ear:

"That’s what I like." "That voice is mine… and I want all of it tonight."

✧ Jake ----------

You were on top of him, riding him slow, his cock buried deep inside you. Your moans were barely audible, just soft breaths every now and then.

Jake’s hands were on your hips, guiding your rhythm gently, his bright gaze locked on yours.

"You okay, baby?" His voice was soft, sincere, brushing over your skin like a caress.

You nodded, biting your lip to hold in the sound that burned inside your throat. And he saw it. He knew.

"Oh… now I get it."

He sat up, your chests pressing together, his mouth brushing your ear.

"You’re trying to stay quiet." His tone shifted—lower, darker, filthy. "Why? Don’t you want me to hear how good I’m making you feel?"

His hand slid down your back, and suddenly—a sharp slap to your ass, firm, loud, precise.

Your body jolted. A soft moan slipped out before you could catch it.

Jake smiled.

"There it is. That sound… so fucking sexy."

He grabbed the back of your neck, pressing your forehead to his.

"Don’t hide it from me, yeah?" "I want every sound. Every moan. Every scream you’ve been swallowing."

His hips started moving under you. Now he was fucking up into you from below, deep, hard, relentless. His cock hit every spot that shattered you from the inside.

"C’mon, pretty girl. Make noise for me. Be good and let go."

Your nails dug into his shoulders. Your breath came in shaky pants. Moans started spilling from your lips, breaking the air.

"That’s it." "That’s what I want. For you to forget all your control."

He held you tighter, fucking up into you faster, until you could barely stay upright on him.

"You know what happens if you don’t moan, right?" "I’ll make you cum so many times, you’ll have no choice but to scream."

And he did.

You came uncontrollably, your voice shattered, body shaking, screaming his name like it was the only thing you knew.

Jake didn’t stop. He wrapped his arms around you, kissed your neck, and whispered:

"You’re my quiet girl… but only until I touch you."

✧ Sunghoon ----------

Your legs were trembling with every thrust, your body slick with sweat against the sheets as Sunghoon buried himself inside you with a precision that bordered on insanity.

The sound of sex filled the room—skin on skin, breathless panting… but your lips stayed closed.

And he noticed.

"Again?" His voice came low, laced with disappointment. "You’re really gonna keep hiding those moans from me?"

You couldn’t answer. You just clung to the sheets, jaw clenched, swallowing every sound threatening to break free.

"No."

He pulled out suddenly, leaving you empty and gasping from the abrupt loss. Before you could process it, his hand came down hard, straight to your clit—sharp, loud, deliberate. The shock was electric, a jolt that made you scream instantly.

"That’s what I want." His voice was dry. Dominant. "That trembling mouth. That body twisting. Don’t ever hide that from me again."

And without giving you time to breathe, he slammed back into you, harder, faster, like he was trying to break the silence with sheer, brutal pleasure.

Every thrust was full of purpose. Contained rage. Wild need.

"Your body begs me with every fucking moan you try to bury." "Don’t you get it? This doesn’t end until you stop thinking and start screaming."

His hips pounded into yours relentlessly, pelvis crashing right against your clit, his hand coming down again—another slap, sharp, filthy, cruel—and this time, the moan that escaped your lips was a desperate cry, shattered and loud.

"That’s it, baby. You’re starting to give in." "Your silence is gone. Now you’re mine with every sound you make."

Your legs wrapped around his waist on instinct, trying to escape the overwhelming sensation—but he spread them again, gripping them tight, thrusting even deeper.

"Don’t close them. I want to see you break for me."

And you did.

You came with a scream, your name turned into a silent cry, your body arching, trembling, sweating, and crying from sheer pleasure.

Sunghoon looked down at you, panting, eyes blazing.

"That’s what I like." "And if you ever try to stay quiet again… I’ll make you scream so hard you won’t be able to talk the next day."

✧ Sunoo ----------

You were naked on the bed, your back against soft sheets while Sunoo settled between your legs, still fully clothed. His eyes trailed down your body with adoration… and a dangerously sharp hunger.

His fingers traced slow paths along your abdomen, climbing up to your chest, stopping right at your nipples.

"You know what drives me insane about you?"

He brushed them with his fingertips, barely grazing, and still, a shiver rushed down your spine.

"You’re so fucking quiet… but your nipples give it all away." His voice was like sweet poison—gentle, smooth… lethal. "So hard for me. So sensitive. And you’re still pretending you’re in control."

Without warning, his mouth dropped to one nipple, warm tongue circling the exact spot that made your vision blur. He sucked slow and deep, while his other hand pinched the other one—firm, precise.

A stifled moan escaped you, but you still fought to keep it down.

"Still resisting?" He looked up at you from below, his mouth wet with sinful devotion. "You really think you can stay quiet while I ruin you from right here?"

He kept going—licking, sucking, lightly biting, playing with your nipples like they were his personal obsession. Meanwhile, his other hand traveled down between your legs.

One finger slid inside. Then two. Slow, steady. The rhythm was exact. Destructive. Addictive.

"You’re dripping, baby. All of this… just from how I suck your tits."

He bit down gently on one nipple, then harder, just enough to make you moan, your body jolting as his fingers picked up speed.

"There it is." "That voice. That sound that drives me crazy."

He returned to your chest, rougher now, tongue swirling, lips sucking until your skin was red and throbbing. Then he switched to the other side, not giving you a second to breathe.

"You’re gonna cum just from this, aren’t you?"

And you knew it. Your legs trembled, your stomach tightened, your moans came free and wild. Your nipples burned, overstimulated, lit up with every flick of his tongue.

"Scream my name." "Do it while your body breaks for me."

And you did.

You came with a raw cry, back arched, nipples aching, his fingers still buried inside you, his mouth still worshiping your chest.

Sunoo crawled up to kiss you, his tongue just as sweet and deep as the way he broke you, and whispered against your lips:

"My quiet little baby… not so quiet now, huh?"

✧ Jungwon ----------

You were sitting on his desk, the lights in his room off except for the soft glow of his lamp. Your underwear already on the floor, your legs spread apart by his steady hands, and him standing between them, unbuttoning his pants with a desperate calmness.

Jungwon still had his shirt on, open, sleeves rolled up to his elbows. His eyes, dark, devoured you without touching you yet.

"Why do you always hold on, mm?"

His voice was a whisper laden with sweet menace as he stroked your thigh with his thumb.

“So pretty, so good...but so quiet.”

He slid the head of his cock across your pussy , gathering the wetness that awaited him. The contact made you let out a low, almost muted moan.

"This is for me, isn't it? All this dripping sweetness..."

He pushed you gently against the wood of the desk, your back arching reflexively.

“No, no, no.”

"Today you're not going to be quiet. Today you're going to scream."

And then, he buried himself in you. All at once. Slow, deep, without pause.

A choked gasp escaped you, but you still clung to the silence.

"Are you going to make me work for every fucking sound of yours?"

He grabbed your neck with gentle pressure, lifting your face to his.

"Perfect. I will."

His hips began to move. Rhythmic. Steady. Precise.

Each lunge went in deeper than the last, her eyes locked on you as your body began to surrender.

"That's it. You're starting to break, can you feel it?"

"Your body can no longer hide what it wants."

He squeezed your waist tighter, picking up the pace. Your mouth opened instinctively, letting out moans you didn't even know you could make.

"Like this. That's how I want you. I want you to let it all out. Every little noise, every gasp, every scream."

Your nails dug into his shoulders. Your legs trembled, your chest rose and fell hard.

"That's it, baby. Give it to me."

"Don't stop. Let go. I want to hear you beg me without words."

Your body exploded without warning. Your orgasm broke you with a choked cry, your name and his mingled in moans as you clung to him as if he was the only thing holding you.

But Jungwon didn't stop.

"See?"

"You're not so quiet when you're being well taken care of."

He pushed harder, deeper, faster. He was fucking you with a rhythm that no longer sought only pleasure-he sought to leave you scarred, toneless, broken with love and desire.

“And we're not done yet, beautiful.”

"I'm going to get every sound out of you that you've hidden since we met...and more."

✧ Ni-ki ----------

Your wrists were tied to the headboard with his belt, the firm leather biting into your skin every time you moved. Ni-ki was kneeling between your legs, still clothed, with that dangerous smile you knew so well.

“We can stay here all day, baby,” he murmured, his voice husky and his tone so low it made your skin bristle.

“This isn't over until you let out every sound you've been hiding.”

He picked up the small vibrator and turned it on. The buzz was like a promise in the air, and when he positioned it directly over your clit, a shuddering gasp escaped your lips.

But it wasn't enough. Not for him.

"That's it?"

He let out a soft laugh, laden with mockery, as his dark gaze bore into yours.

"Come on, baby. I know you can do better. Much better."

And then he lowered his head, and without giving you time to beg, his tongue came down on you with searing intensity.

Two fingers plunged inside you, precise, impatient, at the same pace as his mouth devoured your center with obsession. Every suction, every swirl of her tongue, every lunge of his fingers... everything was designed to break you.

And it did.

He was shaking you. He'd drag you to the edge.

And he wouldn't take his eyes off your face.

“Look at you...” he murmured between licks.

“You're a beautiful mess.”

You pulled at his belt hard, the leather straining tighter against your wrists. Your legs trembled, your voice threatening to come out, and he knew it. He wanted it. He demanded it.

His fingers found that exact spot that made you look white. A long moan escaped your throat before you could stop it.

“You're shaking, wet, moaning...”

“And you still dare to say you're not loud?”

He dropped the vibrator to the mattress carelessly, and brought one hand up to squeeze your cheeks, parting your lips with his fingers, forcing your mouth open.

“You're not going to hide another fucking sound.”

“I want to hear the whole of you.”

And you did.

The moans came out uncontrolled, raw, desperate. Your body arched, your hips sought more, your eyes rolled back as you cum on his fingers and tongue unable to stop yourself.

“Ni-ki... it's too much... Fuck!”

His name came out of you like a dirty prayer, repeated through tears of pleasure.

“You're so fucking beautiful when you can't stop screaming.”

Your voice sounded satisfied, lustful, as if you'd found your drug of choice.

You came hard, your body undone, dripping, still trapped in his fingers as he watched you from below as if worshipping you.

And when at last your muscles stopped trembling, he slowly climbed up, cupped your face with both hands, and left a soft kiss on your forehead, like a sweet punishment after so much destruction.

"You did so well for me, my pretty girl."

✦N/a: Sorry for leaving you for so long!! 😭 I love you all so much, I hope you liked it.

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[perfectlyfamous]

vibes

or in which what turns riki on

you in his clothes

PROVIDER MINDSET RIKIII RAHHHH, he’s a big guy okay, tall, broad, and muscular, his clothes would definitely be big on you no doubt ( see what I did there 😉), he loves making sure that everything is comfortable and easy for you and what would be better than his oversized clothes also I think he’s somewhat possesive ?? in like a really subtle way, like it really and I mean really turns him on when there are subtle signs that you are his, since he can’t really show it off being an idol you know, so like you in his clothes gets him going because it’s a sure sign for him that, you are his and I’m just saying but the first time he saw you wearing his clothes….. boner alert ‼️

playing with his hair

he loves you so much that even a slight touch sends shivers down his spine in a good way, I think the area from his neck to his scalp is somewhat sensitive and like it can be really and I mean REALLY, stimulating and enjoyable if done correctly, and the feeling of your hands running through his hair and massaging his scalp, his blood just runs hot and rushes south

feeling loved

I know this seems dumb but HEY HES A LOVER BOY THROUGH AND THROUGH…. so like I mentioned earlier, he gets this really warm and fuzzy feeling when he can “feel” your love like through acts of service etc etc and like somehow that blood just flows all the way down south, like when you help him pick out his clothes, or like when you give him massage after long day, whew his hormones goes into overdrive

making out

cmon who doesn’t love a good make out session, I think riki loves the tension, the build up, the noises, the breathy whimpers and most of all your lips, he loves the feeling of your lips on him (he feels so seduced by your lips), he just loves the game of dominance with you, like the slight tugging of his hair, little nips here and there, sucking, the taste of you, it just gets him going, like a makeout session never fails to make him horny, and also have u seen his lips, SO KISSABLE and suckable (I’m tweaking, I need him so bad)

messed up make up

i think for him it’s just something about the smudged mascara and lip tint from the heated make out session that gets him going and main point is that he was the one that caused this, he was the one that made you look so delicious that he couldn’t help but devour you (in more ways than one if u get my hint 😏😏😏)

hickies

LIKE I MENTIONED !!! Possesive riki 🤤🤤🤤 like he wants to mark you UPPPP like he’s yours and you’re his, simple as that he also LOVES the process of giving you hickies, especially the sounds you make when he sucks on that one spot, when he sees the red and purple blooming on your skin, it feels like he “tainted” you with him

Thighs

My man’s a artiste and your thighs are his blank canvas, he just thinks that you are so soft and fluffy compared to him and the contrast is SO YUMMY to him, and like I mentioned earlier how hickies turns him on, this is related because he’s marking you up with bites, hickies and kisses on your thighs, ALSO thigh grabbing OH MY GAWDD he loves loves loves your thighs, like he’ll always be touching your thighs or caressing them always

Boobies

what can I say, he’s a straightforward guy, and which guy doesn’t like tits? Also LIKE I SAID, the contrast, it’s just so soft and like it doesn’t help his case that you make the most beautiful sound to him, he also loves to play with your boobs, it’s his emotional support toy, talking about playing with your boobs, never let him watch you bra-less it’s over for you when he does, he’ll immediately put his face into your tits and start playing with your nips until you are turned on, what can I say, those nips poking out turns him on

Whimpers

HE LOVES YOUR VOICE, he thinks it’s so soothing and when you stretch you make that lil sound, OO LALA, blood just rushes south for him, he thinks you make so much beautiful sounds and especially when you make those whimpers or nngh sound U GET IT (he doesn’t like exaggerated moans tho… who does…)

SIZE KINK SIZE KINKKK

I feel very passionate about this, HES A BIG GUY OKAY, I know I keep repeating this but it’s not because you are exactly small, just smaller than him and he feels this need to protect you and to use it to his advantage, and use it to his advantage he does, he manhandles you in the bedroom, but GENTLE MANHANDLING, that make you giggle, and maybe it’s a ego thing but when he’s like hovering over you and you seem so small in his eyes and just so precious he feels the need to protect you, also LIKE I SAID, he’s pretty big which brings me to my next point

Overstimulation / Dacryphillia

BEFORE ANYONE SAYS ANYTHING … HEAR ME OUT, I feel like I’ve said this before, but he gets really turned on with the sole fact that he is pleasuring you to the point of tears, LIKE DAMM HE’S THAT GOOD ??!!? There’s also the factor of him providing for you and meeting your needs which he is really proud of you, he HATES seeing you cry, but when you are crying out of pleasure, that’s a different situation altogether, especially when he’s overstimulating you and making sure you feel so much pleasure that the tears just come

Thank you for coming to my ted talk

A/n: sorry gang, I know I said I was gonna cook smth then dipped but it’s here LOL🙏, I honestly don’t know if ate…. I’m lowk lost towards the end but lmk how I did in my inbox 😏

[perfectlyfamous]

I kind of see Jungwon being the type to enjoy slow, deep sex, like he has one of your legs hooked over his shoulder, thrusting into you slowly yet harshly all while giving you sweet, dirty talk amwnbvydujs🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️

ahh anon this is so jungwon-coded !! i feel like he could be into both rough (maybe?) + soft sex but he lovess it passionate 🫶🏻

✧ tw. smut (18+ mdni!), praise, slight dom, dirty talk, slow + deep sex

jungwon’s pace is slow, but his thrusts are deliberate—his cock sinks so deep inside you, it makes your breath hitch and your mind go completely blank.

your leg is thrown over his shoulder, his hand wrapped tightly around your thigh to keep it there, while the other rests on your hip—fingers digging in just enough to leave marks on your delicate skin.

his lips brush over your ankle, voice soft and breathless as he murmurs, “takin’ me so well, baby… you’re so good for me.”

his hips roll again—deep, slow, mean—and your back arches off the sheets, a soft whimper spilling out as the motion makes you clench around him. “fuck,” he groans, his head falling forward slightly, “you’re perfect like this.. every time, always so tight for me.”

the hand that once laid on your hip glides up to your waist, pinning you down when you start to squirm. he keeps that same steady rhythm—so intense, so deep—it has your eyes rolling back, heat pooling at your stomach, desperate to cum.

your lashes flutter, eyes slipping shut when your brain completely blanks—but his voice pulls you right back.

“c’mon, look at me. tell me how good it feels.” he murmurs, tone a little firmer, cock still buried inside you.

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[perfectlyfamous]

fuck the condom

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warnings: smut, unprotected sex, p in v

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The summer heat clung to the dorm like a second skin, the kind of sticky that made your clothes feel pointless. Ni-ki’s room was a mess—clothes strewn across the floor, empty ramyeon cups stacked on his desk, and a faint whiff of his cologne mixed with sweat. The air conditioner was broken, so the windows were cracked open, letting in the distant hum of Seoul’s nightlife. You were both 19, dumb as hell, and high on the reckless freedom of youth. Ni-ki was sprawled on his bed, shirtless, his basketball shorts riding low on his hips, scrolling through his phone with that cocky smirk he always wore when he knew you were staring.

“Stop eye-fucking me,” he said without looking up, voice lazy but teasing.

You were sitting cross-legged on his desk chair, wearing one of his oversized tees and nothing else, your hair still damp from the shower you’d taken together an hour ago. “Who says I’m looking at you?” you shot back, but your eyes were glued to the sharp cut of his collarbone, the way his abs flexed when he shifted. He was too pretty, and he knew it. That was the problem with Ni-ki—he was all confidence and no brakes, a walking disaster you couldn’t stop crashing into.

He tossed his phone aside and sat up, his dark eyes locking onto yours. “Come here,” he said, more command than request. His voice had that edge, the one that made your stomach flip and your thighs clench. You didn’t move, just raised an eyebrow, playing hard to get even though you both knew how this would end.

“Don’t make me beg,” he added, grin widening. “Or do. I’m good at it.”

You snorted, sliding off the chair and sauntering over, exaggerating the sway of your hips just to mess with him. When you reached the bed, he grabbed your wrist and yanked you down, making you straddle his lap. His hands were on your ass immediately, squeezing hard enough to make you gasp. “You’re such a brat,” he muttered, lips brushing your jaw before he bit down, not hard enough to hurt but enough to leave a mark.

“Says the guy who’s already hard,” you retorted, grinding against him just to prove your point. He groaned, head tipping back, and you felt the bulge in his shorts press against you, hot and insistent. Ni-ki wasn’t shy about what he wanted, and right now, he wanted you—messy, loud, and all his.

“Fuck, you’re gonna kill me,” he breathed, hands sliding under the shirt to grip your bare skin. His fingers were long, calloused from dance practice, and they dug into your hips like he was claiming you. You kissed him then, all teeth and tongue, no softness, just the raw need to taste him. He tasted like the cola he’d been drinking earlier, sweet and sharp, and you sucked on his bottom lip until he hissed.

Clothes came off fast—his shorts, your shirt, a clumsy tangle of limbs and curses as you both laughed at how desperate you were. Ni-ki’s body was a fucking masterpiece, all lean muscle and golden skin, and you couldn’t stop touching him, dragging your nails down his chest just to hear him swear. “Shit, you’re feral,” he laughed, but his eyes were dark, pupils blown wide.

He pushed you onto your back, the mattress creaking under your weight, and spread your thighs with his knees. “Look at you,” he said, voice low, almost mocking. “So fucking wet already.” His fingers slid between your legs, teasing your entrance, and you arched into him, shameless. He didn’t bother with slow—he pushed two fingers inside you, curling them just right, and you moaned loud enough that the neighbors probably heard.

“Ni-ki, fuck,” you gasped, grabbing his wrist, not to stop him but to make him go harder. He grinned, all arrogance, and pumped his fingers faster, his thumb circling your clit until your vision blurred. You were soaked, the slick sounds of his fingers moving inside you obscene, filling the room alongside your panting.

“Gonna make you scream,” he promised, pulling his fingers out and licking them clean, his tongue curling around them like he was putting on a show. You cursed him out, half-laughing, half-begging, and he just winked, reaching for the condom on his nightstand. He tore the packet open with his teeth, and you watched, mesmerized, as he rolled it on, his cock hard and flushed, the tip already leaking.

He didn’t give you time to brace yourself—just lined up and thrust in, slow at first, letting you feel every inch. You both groaned, the stretch burning in the best way, and he dropped his forehead to yours, muttering something you didn’t catch. “Fuck, you’re tight,” he said, voice strained, and you clenched around him just to make him falter.

He started moving, deep and hard, the bedframe slamming against the wall with every thrust. You were loud—too loud—moaning his name, clawing at his back, leaving red marks he’d probably flex about later. The room smelled like sex and sweat, the air thick with it, and you loved how gross it was, how real. Ni-ki’s hair stuck to his forehead, his lips parted as he panted, and you pulled him down to kiss him, sloppy and wet, spit smearing between you.

“Fuck the condom,” he said suddenly, voice rough, and before you could process it, he pulled out, yanked the latex off, and tossed it across the room. You stared at him, shocked but too turned on to care, and he just grinned, all teeth and no shame. “Wanna feel you raw.”

“You’re so fucking stupid,” you said, but you didn’t stop him when he pushed back in, bare this time, and oh god, the difference was unreal. He felt hotter, harder, and you could feel every vein, every pulse of him inside you. You both swore, loud and unfiltered, and he picked up the pace, fucking you like he was trying to ruin you.

It was disgusting, the way your bodies slapped together, the wet squelch of your arousal mixing with his precum, the way you were both so slick and careless. You came first, the orgasm hitting you like a freight train, your whole body shaking as you screamed his name. Ni-ki didn’t stop, just fucked you through it, chasing his own high, and when he came, he didn’t pull out—didn’t even try. You felt it, warm and thick, spilling inside you, and he groaned like he’d just won the lottery.

He collapsed on top of you, both of you panting, sticky with sweat and cum and god knows what else. The room was a wreck, the sheets soaked, and you could feel his release leaking out of you, pooling on the mattress. Neither of you cared. Ni-ki lifted his head, smirking like the cocky bastard he was, and said, “Round two?”

You laughed, shoving him off, but you both knew you’d say yes. You were young, stupid, and so fucking in love with the chaos of it all.

[perfectlyfamous]

ENHA HARD HOURS: reaction to you tying them up. bf!enhypen x f!reader cw (18+ MDNI) : bondage, nippleplay, overstim, degradation, facesitting, cockslapping, humiliation, crying big fat tears, swearing so explicit no words for my ovulation demon fic obvs

𝐋𝐞𝐞 𝐇𝐞𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐮𝐧𝐠

Heeseung thought this would be easy.

When you straddled his hips and secured the restraints around his wrists, he just grinned, stretching his arms like he was comfortable, like this was just a fun little game that he was going to win.

“Damn, baby,” he chuckled, smirking up at you. “You really wanna keep me in place that bad?”

But now?

Now, Heeseung isn’t smirking anymore.

He’s panting, his chest heaving, his wrists straining against the restraints because he desperately, desperately needs to touch you. But he can’t. He’s completely at your mercy, and fuck, it is killing him.

His cock is already so hard it hurts, flushed deep red, thick and leaking, the veins along the shaft standing out with every desperate pulse. It’s long, perfectly curved, the kind of dick that feels dangerous—one that stretches you so deep it makes your legs shake every time.

It’s twitching in anticipation, the swollen tip glistening, because you’re kneeling between his legs, your hands wrapped around the base, and Heeseung is fucking dying.

“F-fuck, baby,” he breathes, his voice wrecked, his head pressing back against the pillows. “Please—”

You hum, tilting your head as you drag your thumb over his slit, spreading the wetness, watching the way his thighs clench in response.

“You’re already shaking,” you murmur, pressing a soft, teasing kiss to his tip.

Heeseung lets out a helpless little whimper, his lip trembling, his eyes fluttering closed as he tugs at the restraints again.

“I—fuck, I can’t,” he gasps. “Let me touch you—please, baby, please—”

You just grin, your breath hot against his aching cock, before you finally wrap your lips around him—slow, wet, torturously soft.

He whines.

Like, full-body tremble, desperate, broken fucking whines.

“Ohhh, f-fuck, baby—”* His voice shakes, his head lolling to the side, his mouth falling open, his brows furrowing tight in pleasure.

You take him deeper, your tongue dragging along the underside, your throat tight around him, and Heeseung lets out a wrecked sob, his hips jerking up involuntarily.

“Shit—s-shit, I—” His fingers curl tight in the restraints, his muscles locking up, his face a perfect mix of agony and bliss as he tries so fucking hard not to come already.

His Adam’s apple bobs, his jaw clenching, his eyelashes fluttering as he struggles to keep his eyes on you, watching the way your lips stretch around his cock, the way your tongue flicks so perfectly over his slit.

“Oh my f-fucking god,” he gasps, his whole body jerking, his thighs trembling hard.

You pull off with a slow, wet pop, licking the tip, smirking as his hips twitch beneath you.

“You look so good like this, baby,” you murmur, letting your tongue drag over the thick vein along his shaft, savoring the way his abs clench tight in response.

Heeseung lets out a shaky breath, his fingers gripping at nothing, his head tilting back sharply.

“Y-you’re—”* he chokes out, voice so wrecked it barely sounds like him anymore. “You’re so fucking evil—”

You just laugh softly, before taking him all the way down, your throat swallowing around him, sucking deep and slow.

It fucking breaks him.

“Ohhh—fuck, f-fuck, baby, I—” His voice cracks, his entire body locking up, his muscles going rigid as he yanks at the restraints, so fucking desperate to grab you, to pull your hair, to hold onto something—but he can’t.

All he can do is take it.

“Fucking hell, I—oh my god—” Heeseung’s brows furrow so tight, his jaw slack, his thighs trembling violently as he fights it—as he fights losing himself completely.

But when you swallow around him again, moaning softly, Heeseung lets out a shattered sob, his head thrown back, his throat exposed, his hips jerking helplessly.

“I’m—I’m gonna—fuck, fuck, baby, I—”

You suck him down one more time, hard and deep, and Heeseung breaks completely, his whole body arching off the bed, his mouth falling open in a silent scream as he comes so hard he nearly blacks out.

You swallow everything, sucking gently, working him through it, feeling the way his thighs shake violently, the way his body shudders beneath you, completely fucking wrecked.

When you finally pull back, pressing a soft, teasing kiss to his oversensitive tip, Heeseung lets out a weak, breathless laugh, his chest still rising and falling heavily.

You smirk, trailing your fingers up his stomach, watching the way his abs clench in overstimulation.

“Still think this was gonna be easy?” you tease, voice all sweetness and innocence.

Heeseung just lets out a shaky exhale, his arms going completely limp in the restraints, his face still blissed-out and wrecked.

Then, finally, his head lolls to the side, and he lets out a low, exhausted groan.

“Never fucking again,” he mutters, his voice hoarse as hell. “Never—fucking—again—am I letting you tie me up.”

You just grin, untying his wrists, pressing a soft, mocking kiss to his forehead.

“Sure, baby.”

But you both know he’s lying.

𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐉𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐠

Jay has always been a giver.

It’s just the way he is

Right now, he’s tied up beneath you, completely helpless, his wrists bound tightly to the headboard, his broad chest rising and falling in shaky, uneven breaths, his jaw clenched so fucking tight he looks like he might actually lose his mind.

You’re riding him slow, rolling your hips in deep, dragging circles, feeling every inch of him stretch you perfectly, every little vein and ridge pressing inside you just right—but you never let him have more.

You keep it lazy, keep it slow, torturing him with every single movement.

“You look so fucking good like this, baby,” you murmur, leaning down, letting your lips brush over his ear, your breath hot against his feverish skin.

Jay lets out a wrecked, shuddering exhale, his fingers flexing uselessly against the restraints, his muscles tensing so hard you can feel them rippling beneath you.

“Can’t even touch me,” you continue, mocking, grinding down just a little harder, feeling the way his cock twitches inside you at the words.

His throat bobs, his lips parting, his eyes completely blown out, a desperate, frantic glaze taking over his normally confident expression.

“F-fuck,” he chokes out, his head tilting back, his biceps straining against the silk ties, yanking just enough to test them—but not enough to break free.

Because Jay is too good, too willing to give you whatever you want.

You just want to ruin him.

“You’re always so in control, aren’t you, baby?” you purr, dragging your nails down his chest, watching the way his abs clench and flex under your touch.

“Always making sure I feel good first?” Your nails scratch lightly over his nipples, and his breath stutters, his thighs twitching beneath you.

“Always such a good husband for me.”

Jay lets out a wrecked, filthy groan, his head tilting to the side, his jaw going slack, his lips parting on a helpless, choked-out moan as he bucks up instinctively—but you press your hand against his stomach, forcing him still.

He whimpers.

Actually, fucking whimpers.

Fuck, you love it.

“Look at you, baby,” you whisper, mocking. “All tied up and still trying to take care of me.”

Jay gasps, his body shuddering beneath you, his cock pulsing so hard inside you that you can feel him losing control.

“You wanna fuck me so bad, don’t you?” you murmur, letting your tongue flick out against his earlobe, biting down softly, dragging your nails down his arms where he’s straining against the ties.

“Wanna hold my hips, wanna flip me over and fuck me into the mattress, right?”

Jay groans—loud, deep, so wrecked it makes your whole body tighten around him.

“Fuck—fuck, baby, I—” His voice catches, his chest heaving, his hands clenching into fists as he struggles, trembles, tries so hard to hold himself together.

“Can’t, baby—”* he gasps, eyes squeezing shut, his head tilting back sharply. “Can’t—can’t take it—”

You grin, shifting forward, grinding down deeper, your lips brushing over his panting mouth, just barely not kissing him.

“You don’t get to take anything,” you whisper, cruel and sweet all at once, dragging your tongue along the seam of his lips before pulling away.

“You get what I give you.”

Jay sobs..

His whole body tenses violently, his breath coming in sharp, broken gasps, his thighs trembling uncontrollably beneath you.

“Please,” he gasps, his voice wrecked and desperate, his hips jerking up helplessly, his abs clenching. “Please, baby—let me—fuck, I need—please—”

You finally, finally, give him what he wants.

You start bouncing on his cock, fast, relentless, taking him deep and rough, making his headboard slam into the wall, and Jay fucking screams, his voice breaking, his eyes rolling back so hard all you see is white.

“F-fuck—fuck, I—I’m—” His entire body tenses, his muscles locking up, his jaw going slack, his fingers clawing at the restraints as he loses himself completely, coming so hard inside you it makes his thighs shake violently beneath you.

His whole body trembles, his lips parting around silent, choked-out moans, and you ride him through it, slowing down, grinding deep as he whimpers softly, his breath coming in sharp, erratic gasps.

When he finally comes back down, he just lays there, completely limp, his skin flushed deep red, his body still twitching from aftershocks, his head lolling to the side.

You reach up, untying the restraints, letting his arms fall to the bed, completely useless and weak, and he just groans, his lips parted, his entire body wrecked beyond belief.

After a long, breathless pause, he turns his head slightly, staring at you, eyes still glassy and dazed.

Then, finally, he lets out a weak, hoarse laugh, voice so fucked-out and exhausted it’s almost adorable.

You grin, pressing a kiss to his sweaty, overheated chest, tracing a finger down his still-trembling stomach.

“Still think you’re the one who’s always in control, baby?”

Jay just lets out a shaky exhale, tilting his head back against the pillows, a lazy, satisfied smirk forming on his lips.“I think,” he breathes, grinning, “I just fell even more in love with you.”

𝐒𝐢𝐦 𝐉𝐚𝐞𝐲𝐮𝐧

Jake is so fucking frustrated he’s actually about to start kicking and screaming like a toddler.

He thought this was going to be fun—that you’d tie him up, tease him a little, then let him have you.

Oh, how wrong he was.

He’s tied to the bed, his wrists secured tightly, his body slick with sweat, his abs tensing uncontrollably, and you’re just hovering over him, your wetness dragging against the head of his cock, so fucking close but not giving him anything.

Jake is losing his fucking mind.

“Baby—baby, I swear to fucking God—” His voice is wrecked, raspy, and thick with frustration, his arms pulling against the restraints, his fingers flexing like he’s actually about to rip them apart.

You just smirk, dragging your nails down his trembling stomach, feeling the way his muscles clench violently.

“What’s wrong, baby?” you whisper, tilting your head, mocking him. “You look so… tense.”

Jake lets out a high, desperate groan, his thighs twitching, his cock throbbing angrily, a sharp pulse running through him every time you roll your hips just enough to tease.

“You fucking—”* he gasps, his eyes wild and unfocused, his lips swollen from biting them so hard, his hips jerking up just for you to press him back down.

“I swear to fucking GOD,” he growls, thrashing against the restraints, his head pressing into the pillow, his voice shaking. “If you don’t sit the fuck down on my cock right now—baby, I will scream so fucking loud the neighbors will call the fucking cops—”

Your eyes widen, caught between shock and amusement, and before he can say another word, you slap a hand over his mouth, muffling his wrecked little gasps, and shove two fingers past his lips.

Jake chokes on a whimper, his whole body arching violently, his tongue immediately latching onto your fingers, sucking so hungrily, so filthy, his cheeks hollowing out as he moans around them.

“That’s better,” you murmur, watching the way his eyes flutter, the way his breath stutters, the way his hips keep twitching desperately beneath you, like he physically can’t control himself anymore.

His fingers curl into fists, his chest rising and falling in ragged, uneven breaths, his thighs trembling uncontrollably as he moans around your fingers, his whole body writhing beneath you.

“Such a fucking brat,” you purr, dragging your free hand down his throat, wrapping your fingers around it just enough to make him shudder.

“Always so fucking mouthy, always acting up—”* you press your fingers down slightly on his tongue, feeling the way it writhes against you, hot and slick, the way his lips tremble around them.

“Now look at you,” you mock, grinding down just a little, just enough to let the head of his cock push inside you, squeezing tight around the tip—but not letting him have more.

Jake screams into your hand, his back arching off the bed, his fingers flexing violently in the restraints, his whole body on the verge of breaking.

“F-fuck—fuck, I—please—”* his voice is a mess, muffled and wrecked, his hips jerking up wildly, but you slap his thigh hard, making him yelp into your palm.

“No, baby,” you breathe, smirking, pressing your wet fingers deeper into his mouth, feeling his tongue swirl desperately around them.

“You don’t get to act like a little fucking menace and still get what you want.”

Jake whines, actually whines, high and desperate, his eyes rolling back slightly, his breath coming in shaky, choked-out sobs.

“Y-you’re—oh, fuck—you’re so fucking mean,” he gasps, his words slurred around your fingers, drool slipping down the corner of his mouth, his whole body trembling like he’s on the verge of breaking completely.

You grin, finally pulling your fingers from his mouth, dragging them down his heaving chest, feeling the way his skin burns beneath your touch.

“Oh, baby,” you whisper, your lips ghosting over his ear, your voice sickly sweet and cruel.

“You haven’t even seen mean yet.”

Then, without warning, you slam yourself down onto him, taking him all the way in one deep, brutal motion.

Jake screams.

Not moans. Not groans.

A full, raw, broken scream, his head snapping back, his eyes rolling back so violently you almost think he passed out, his fingers pulling against the restraints like he’s trying to rip himself free.

“F-fuck—fuck, f-fuck, I—”* his voice cracks, his hips jolting up wildly, his whole body tensing violently beneath you, like he’s teetering on the edge of cumming already.

You don’t let him.

You slow down, grinding instead of bouncing, rolling your hips in deep, torturous circles, feeling the way his cock twitches inside you, the way his thighs jerk helplessly, the way his breath comes out in weak, shaky gasps.

“You feel so fucking good like this, baby,” you whisper, dragging your nails down his chest, watching the way his stomach jumps under your touch, the way his lips tremble helplessly.

“Completely helpless, completely mine.”

Jake sobs, full-body shaking, his wrists pulling so hard at the restraints that the headboard is knocking against the wall, his hips stuttering violently.

“B-baby, please—fuck, I—”* he gasps, choking on his own moans, his voice so hoarse, so destroyed. “I c-can’t—please, please—”

You grin, dragging your tongue up his throat, biting down hard on his racing pulse, making his whole body jolt violently beneath you.

“Aww, baby,” you mock, grinding down even harder, feeling the way he chokes on a wrecked little cry, his whole body convulsing.

“Are you gonna cry for me?”

Jake screams, his thighs clenching beneath you, his cock pulsing so violently inside you that you know he’s seconds from breaking completely.

“I—I’m gonna—f-fuck, fuck, I—baby, baby, please, let me—”

You slam your hips down one last time, and Jake breaks completely, thrashing beneath you, his breath coming in desperate, choked-out sobs, his whole body tensing so hard it shakes the bed.

And when he finally goes limp, completely wrecked, his chest heaving, his throat raw, his body still twitching from the aftershocks, you grin, running a lazy hand over his sweat-slick stomach.

“See, baby?” you hum sweetly, pressing a soft kiss to his panting mouth.

“That’s what you get for being a fucking brat.”

𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐒𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐧

Sunghoon didn’t take you seriously at all.

When you told him about your friend tying up her boyfriend and ruining him, he just blinked at you, his expression bored, unimpressed.

“Okay?” he had said, scrolling through his phone.

You narrowed your eyes. “That’s it? No reaction?”

“What do you want me to say?” He finally looked at you, tilting his head lazily. “I mean, it’s not that crazy. You tie the guy up, tease him a little, make him beg, then fuck him. Right?”

You licked your lips, leaning in. “You think you could handle it?”

Sunghoon snorted, smirking as he leaned back against the couch. “Baby, please. I could handle you with my hands tied behind my back.”

Your smile turned dangerous.

“Then let’s find out.”

But in reality, Sunghoon is fucked.

His wrists are tied above his head, stretched tight, his chest slick with sweat, his abs flexing uncontrollably as you ride him with no mercy, bouncing on his cock, taking him deep, rough, and fast.

He literally hasn’t said a word in ten minutes.

At first, he grunted, let out those deep, guttural groans, his thighs tensing, his body shaking beneath you as he tried so hard to hold on.

His jaw is slack, his lips parted, his eyes completely unfocused, so fucking gone that he can barely even breathe properly.

“Too much, baby?” you mock, dragging your nails down his sweaty chest, watching his muscles twitch violentlybeneath your touch.

Sunghoon just nods frantically, his breath catching, his fingers curling uselessly against the restraints as his hips twitch up, completely involuntary, completely desperate.

“But you’re taking it so well,” you purr, grinding down deep, rolling your hips slow and heavy, making him feel every inch of you.

Sunghoon lets out a choked, breathless groan, his thighs trembling violently, his whole body locking up beneath you.

“G-gonna—f-fuck—”* His voice finally breaks, and then—

He comes so fucking hard that his whole body tenses violently, his head snapping back against the pillow, his chest heaving as his cock pulses inside you, filling you so deep you swear you feel it everywhere.

But you don’t stop.

Not even when his thighs twitch, not even when his stomach spasms, not even when his breath stutters violently, too overstimulated, too much, too good.

You just slow down, rolling your hips deep, teasing, milking him through it, your nails dragging over his flushed skin, your lips tracing down his chest—

You pull off him completely.

Sunghoon lets out a sharp, broken breath, his whole body trembling, but before he can even process what’s happening, your hand wraps around his cock, slick and so fucking sensitive, and you start stroking him all over again.

His head snaps up instantly, his eyes wild and unfocused, his lips parting on a silent, breathless moan as his body jolts violently beneath you.

“W-wait—fuck, baby—”* His voice catches, but you ignore him, leaning down, letting your lips brush over his flushed skin, your tongue flicking over his already-sensitive nipple.

You bite down.

Hard.

Sunghoon shouts—the first full sentence he’s spoken all night—

“Are you out of your fucking mind?!—”*

You just grin, suck harder, dragging your nails down his quivering stomach, feeling the way his cock twitches uncontrollably in your grip, his whole body rocking with overstimulation.

“Oh, baby,” you mock, licking the bruise forming on his swollen, overstimulated nipple, squeezing his cock just right, watching his abs flex violently.

“I haven’t even gotten started yet.”

Sunghoon lets out a wrecked, helpless moan, his breath coming in frantic gasps, his head thrashing to the side, but you just lick a slow, teasing stripe up his throat, biting another dark hickey into the soft skin just below his jaw.

“Everyone’s gonna see that one, baby,” you whisper, grinning against his feverish skin.

Sunghoon just shudders violently, his eyes fluttering shut, his jaw going slack as his cock pulses in your grip, his breath coming out in sharp, erratic gasps.

“Ohhh, f-fuck—fuck, I—”* His whole body locks up, his fingers weakly twitching, his thighs spasming— he comes again, his hips jerking helplessly, his chest rising sharply, his lips trembling from how hard he’s shaking beneath you.

But you don’t stop.

Not until he’s come four whole times, his breath ragged and uneven, his body twitching violently, his lips parted in silent, choked-out sobs, his wrists weakly flexing against the restraints.

When you finally, finally untie him, letting his arms drop, he just lays there, completely limp, his chest heaving, his eyes unfocused.

After a long, shaky exhale, he blinks up at you, his face completely wrecked.

Then, finally, he lets out a hoarse, breathless laugh, his voice weak and ruined.

“You milked me dry like a fucking cow.”*

You just grin, pressing a soft, tender kiss to his damp forehead, brushing his hair out of his face.

“You were perfect, baby,” you whisper sweetly, kissing him like he’s the most magnificent, precious thing in the world.

Sunghoon lets out a tired, shaky exhale, his body still trembling beneath you, his eyes fluttering shut.

“There’s something fucking wrong with you,” he mutters.

You just laugh, kissing his jawline, his nose, his flushed cheeks.

𝐊𝐢𝐦 𝐒𝐮𝐧𝐨𝐨

Sunoo was always dramatic, but this?

This was a new level.

“You want to tie me up?” He gasped, clutching his chest, staring at you like you’d just suggested burning his wardrobe. “Baby, are you planning on murdering me?”

You rolled your eyes, straddling his lap and pinching his cheek, making him pout even harder.

“No, baby,” you murmured, running your fingers down his jaw, tilting his chin up. “I just wanna see you squirm.”

Sunoo huffed, looking anywhere but at you, but you caught the way his throat bobbed, the way his fingers twitched slightly against your thighs.

“I don’t squirm,” he said stubbornly.

You smirked, leaning in, whispering against his lips—

“We’ll see about that.”

An hour later, Sunoo is tied up and completely fucked out, his wrists bound tightly to the headboard, his chest rising and falling in uneven, shallow breaths, his pretty lips swollen from all the pouting and whining he’s been doing.

But the best part?

He still hasn’t cum.

You’ve been playing with him for what feels like forever, keeping him on edge, bringing him right to the brink of release, then pulling away at the last second—again and again and again..

His cheeks are flushed deep pink, his eyelashes damp with unshed tears, his thighs trembling as he tugs uselessly at the restraints.

“B-baby, please—” His voice is soft, desperate, breathless, his lips trembling as he squirms beneath you.

You grin, dragging your nails down his stomach, watching the way his body jolts violently at the sensation.

“Please what?” you murmur, your fingers hovering over his leaking cock, but not touching him at all.

Sunoo whimpers, his hips twitching helplessly, his fingers clenching into fists.

“I—”* he gasps, his head tilting back, his pretty throat exposed and begging for attention, his chest rising sharply.

You take advantage of it, leaning down, pressing a soft, open-mouthed kiss to the delicate skin just below his collarboe, sucking until you know it’ll leave a mark.

Sunoo gasps sharply, his whole body tensing beneath you, his breath stuttering as a wrecked little whimper slips past his lips.

“You’re so mean,” he pouts, his voice cracking on the last word, his wrists twisting against the ties like he wants to throw a tantrum.

You just smile, letting your lips trail down his collarbone, over his flushed chest, lower and lower.

“Oh—fuck—” His voice breaks completely, his eyes squeezing shut, his thighs snapping together in frustration.

“Oh, baby,” you murmur, kissing your way down his chest, your hand finally, finally wrapping around his aching cock. “You’re shaking.”

Sunoo lets out the most desperate little noise, his breath catching, his whole body going taut beneath you.

“B-baby—”* he gasps, his voice so high and sweet and helpless it makes you clench around nothing.

“Shhh,” you coo, stroking him slow, torturous, teasing, feeling the way his cock twitches uncontrollably in your grip. “Be my good boy and take it.”

Sunoo whimpers, his fingers flexing uselessly, his breath coming in short, frantic little gasps.

“I—I c-can’t—”

“Yes, you can, baby,” you whisper, dragging your thumb over the swollen, sensitive tip, watching as his stomach tenses sharply, his breath stuttering in his throat.

Sunoo shakes his head frantically, his lips trembling, his eyes squeezed shut so tight that tears slip down his cheeks.

“B-baby, please—p-please, I—I need to—”

You lean in, lips brushing against his ear, your voice soft, teasing, dripping in affection—

“Then cum for me, baby.”

Sunoo lets out a sharp, shattered little cry, his entire body seizing up, his thighs clenching, his fingers curling into fists, his mouth falling open in a breathless, high-pitched moan as he finally, finally spills over your hand.

His chest heaves, his wrists straining weakly against the restraints, his whole body convulsing violently as he rides it out, his breath coming in ragged, uneven sobs.

When it’s over, when he finally collapses against the sheets, completely limp and wrecked, you untie his wrists, massaging the delicate skin where the fabric had been.

Sunoo’s eyes flutter open, dazed and glassy, his lips still parted, his breath still unsteady.

“You,” he breathes, his voice barely above a whisper, “are actually evil.”

You just laugh softly, pressing kisses to his damp forehead, his flushed cheeks, his trembling lips.

“But you were so good for me, baby,” you murmur, cupping his face, kissing him like he’s the most precious thing in the world.

Sunoo huffs, rolling his eyes dramatically, but his arms immediately wrap around your waist, pulling you against his chest.

“Yeah, yeah,” he mutters, his voice weak and breathless. “Now shut up and hold me.”

You just smile, curling up against him, feeling his breath slow, his body relax beneath you.

𝐘𝐚𝐧𝐠 𝐉𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐰𝐨𝐧

Jungwon was always so composed.

Always the one in charge, always the one controlling the pace, making you beg, making you squirm, dragging things out just to hear you cry for him.

“You get so cute when you’re desperate,” he had said once, watching you fall apart, mocking you while he kept you on edge for what felt like hours.

“I wonder how long I can make you last before you break.”

That night, you had cried for him.

Tonight, he’s going to cry for you.

You’re going to tear him apart, ruin him so completely that he’ll never, ever try to put you through that again.

By the time you’re finished with him, he won’t just be begging for release—he’ll be begging for mercy.

Looking back it almost makes you laugh because Jungwon is so far gone that it’s almost pathetic.

His wrists are bound tight to the headboard, his fingers curling helplessly, his thighs trembling violently, his cock twitching, untouched, leaking all over himself.

The worst of all?

He hasn’t cum once.

You’ve edged him so many times that his body doesn’t even know how to handle it anymore, his breath coming in frantic, choked-off sobs, his cheeks slick with real, wet, desperate tears.

“P-please—please, f-fuck, I can’t—” His voice is so hoarse, so completely broken, his breath ragged and uneven, his body twitching, shaking, begging for anything.

You just smirk.

“Aww, poor baby,” you mock, gripping his jaw, forcing him to look at you, watching the way his lips tremble.

“You always act so tough.”

You drag your nails down his chest, watching the way his muscles tense, his abs flexing, his stomach spasming involuntarily.

“And now look at you.”

You slap his cock lightly, watching as his hips jolt up violently, his breath catching in a sharp, helpless moan.

“F-fuck—ohh, f-fuck, please, please, baby, I—I n-need—”

You slap him again.

Right on his leaking, swollen tip, precum splattering onto his stomach, his whole body jolting from the impact.

Jungwon screams, his thighs shaking uncontrollably, his wrists yanking at the restraints, but you just laugh softly.

“Oh, you need something?” you taunt, gripping his jaw, forcing him to look at you, watching the way his swollen lips quiver.

“What do you need, slut?”

Jungwon sobs again, completely humiliated, his body betraying him.

“P-please—please, let me cum—please, I c-can’t, I c-can’t—”

You tilt your head, fake pouting.

“Oh, baby,” you whisper, voice sickly sweet, cruel, condescending. “You can’t?”

Then, you grab a fistful of his damp hair, yanking his head back, making his throat expose itself to you, his breath stuttering, a choked-off moan spilling past his lips.

“That’s funny, baby,” you whisper, dragging your tongue up his throat, feeling his pulse hammer violently against your lips.

“Because I remember you making me fucking beg. I remember you edging me until I was crying, just like this.”

Jungwon lets out a sharp, desperate sob, his thighs clenching, his hips twitching, completely lost in it.

“I—I’m s-sorry—please, please, I’ll be good, I’ll be so f-fucking good, I s-swear—”

You grin, gripping his chin harder, tilting his head up, forcing him to stare at you.

“You’re already my good little fucktoy, baby.”

You slap his cock again, harder this time, watching as his body twitches violently, his mouth falling open in a silent scream.

“My pathetic little bitch.”

Jungwon whimpers, actual sobs wracking through his chest, his tears slipping down his temples, pooling on the pillow beneath him.

“You gonna cry harder for me, baby?”

He nods frantically, completely lost, completely gone.

“P-please—please—please—”

“Then cum, you fucking whore.”

The second you wrap your lips around his cock, sucking him deep and tight, Jungwon fucking loses it.

His entire body seizes up, his legs shaking so hard the whole bed moves, his wrists pulling at the restraints so violently that the headboard slams against the wall, his mouth falling open in a broken, wrecked scream.

He fucking breaks.

Jungwon cums so violently his entire body shudders, his stomach spasming, his throat bobbing as sobs rip through him, his voice so destroyed he can’t even form words anymore.

You swallow every drop, humming around him, your tongue dragging along his overly sensitive tip, watching the way his body jerks violently with overstimulation.

But you don’t stop.

You stroke him through it, slow and tight, dragging every last drop from him, his cock pulsing, twitching, his whimpers turning into helpless, wrecked cries.

“T-too much—f-fuck, b-baby—”* His voice is so weak, so ruined, so utterly fucking destroyed that he can barely even breathe.

But you keep going.

You suck harder, dragging your nails down his trembling thighs, taking him all the way back into your mouth, and he shrieks, his whole body flinching violently, his breath catching in sharp little gasps.

“Oh, f-fuck—oh, f-fuck—oh my god—please—please—”

He’s struggling now, actively fighting against the restraints, his body jerking uncontrollably, trying to pull away, trying to escape—

But you don’t let him.

“Awww, baby,” you coo, mocking, your mouth still wrapped tight around his cock. “What’s wrong? I thought you liked being in control?”

Jungwon sobs, thrashing beneath you, actually trying to get away, but he can’t.

“N-no more—please—please, baby, I-I can’t—”

And then he cums again.

So hard that his whole body convulses, his legs shaking, his chest rising sharply, his voice breaking completely, his sobs turning into nothing but gasps for air.

This time, his body just stops working.

Even as you slow your strokes, even as you lick the last of him away, even as you finally pull off of him, Jungwon is completely still.

His head lolls to the side, his chest rising and falling in slow, uneven breaths, his body weak, trembling, completely destroyed.

He passes out.

You carefully untie his wrists, massaging his twitching arms, pressing soft kisses to his damp forehead.

Just as you start to move away his arms shoot out, wrapping around you like a fucking koala, pulling you into his chest so tight you can barely move.

“Shut the fuck up,” he mumbles, his voice wrecked, hoarse, completely fucking gone.

You grin.

“Sure, Won”

“You’re a fucking demon.”

You laugh softly, curling into him.

“I know, baby.”

𝐍𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐦𝐮𝐫𝐚 𝐑𝐢𝐤𝐢

“Come on, Niki,” you pouted, straddling his lap, holding the silk ties up with big, pleading eyes. “Just once. For me?”

Niki just raised an eyebrow, giving you that infuriatingly smug grin, stretching his long limbs behind his head like he wasn’t even taking you seriously.

“I don’t see the point,” he mused. “I’m already stronger than you. If I wanted to get out, I’d just… get out.”

You groaned, throwing yourself onto his chest dramatically. “It’s not about that! It’s about the experience, the control, the trust, the—”

“Blah, blah, blah,” he mocked, rolling his eyes. “Fine. I’ll let you tie me up. If it’ll make you happy, baby.”

You perked up instantly, grinning as you grabbed his wrists.

“Finally!”

Now?

Now, you’re two seconds from losing your damn mind.

Because Niki is absolutely ruining this.

Every time you tie him up, every time you think you’ve got him right where you want him—

He fucking escapes.

Like it’s nothing.

Like you’re not even trying.

The first time, you had him tied up nicely, wrists secured, headboard shaking, your lips trailing down his throat—and the next thing you knew, he was flipping you onto your back, his arms suddenly completely free as he grinned down at you.

“What the—NIKI!” you yelped, smacking his arm. “How did you—”

“Baby, come on,” he laughed, scooping you up effortlessly, pinning you beneath him like the whole tying-up thing never happened. “I’m literally taller than you. Did you really think I’d stay tied up?”

You pouted angrily, wiggling under him. “THAT’S NOT THE POINT!”

Take Two: Riding Him?

“Just stay tied up,” you whined, adjusting the silk restraints around his wrists again, glaring at him. “And don’t you dare break free this time, or so help me—”

Niki snorted, smirking up at you as you sank down onto him, taking him deep, your hands braced against his chest.

“Mmm, I’ll try, baby,” he murmured, watching you grind down, slow and deep, his lips parting on a low groan.

For once, it seemed like he was actually taking it seriously.

You relaxed, rolling your hips, settling into the moment—

Until—

SNAP.

You felt it before you even saw it.

The ties? Gone.

His hands? Completely free.

And the worst part?

He didn’t even do it on purpose—he just shifted slightly, and the fabric came undone like it was fucking Velcro.

“ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME?!” you screamed, shoving his chest in frustration, but the bastard just laughed, gripping your hips, rolling you deeper onto him.

“You really thought that would hold me?” he mocked, tilting his head, grinning like the little shit he was.

“I SPENT FIFTEEN MINUTES TYING YOU UP!”

“And I appreciate the effort, baby,” he cooed, flipping you onto your back effortlessly, pinning you beneath him again.

“But let’s be real… you can’t actually keep me down.”

Final Attempt: Face-Sitting

At this point, you were ready to lose it.

“Okay,” you said, shaking out your hands like an athlete preparing for battle, retying his wrists so tight that there was NO WAY he was getting out.

“This time, you’re staying put.”

Niki grinned up at you, that cocky glint in his eyes. “Sure, baby.”

You scowled, climbing up, hovering over his face, settling your weight down as you finally—finally—had your moment of victory.

Or so you thought.

Because the second you lowered yourself onto him, the second his mouth made contact, his arms shot out, grabbing your thighs, yanking you down so hard you almost fell forward.

“NIKI! YOU’RE SUPPOSED TO BE TIED UP—”

He didn’t even let you finish.

Didn’t let you breathe.

Didn’t even let you process the betrayal.

Because in the next second, he was devouring you like a man starved, his grip on your thighs bruising, pulling you down so tight against his face that you had no choice but to take it.

Your body jerked violently, your fingers gripping the headboard for dear life, your breath knocked right out of youas his tongue moved so filthy, so deep, so desperate that your brain literally stopped functioning.

“N-Niki—oh my god—”

Then you heard it.

He was laughing.

Actually laughing against you, like this was the funniest fucking thing in the world, like he had just won some kind of twisted competition you didn’t even sign up for.

That’s when you snapped.

“GET YOUR FACE OUT OF THERE, YOU MENACE!” you shrieked, trying to pry his head away, trying to push yourself up, but it was fucking useless.

He had you locked down tight, had you right where he wanted you, and there was no escape.

“Nope,” he mumbled into you, smug as ever, lips dragging slow and torturous, his tongue curling in a way that made you tremble uncontrollably.

“I think I like it better this way.”

You don’t know how long he kept you there.

It felt like forever.

Your thighs were shaking violently, your body weak and useless, your mind nothing but static as you finally collapsed against the headboard, trying to catch your breath.

Niki had the fucking audacity to grin up at you, wiping his mouth like he’d just finished a damn meal, looking completely unbothered.

“So,” he mused, tilting his head innocently. “How’d that tying-up thing work out for you?”

You glared, your body still trembling, still trying to recover.

“I fucking hate you.”

“No, you don’t.”

You wanted to smack him, you really did.

But you had no strength left.

So you just flopped onto the bed dramatically, groaning into the pillow, accepting your fate.

“I give up,” you muttered.

“Oh, baby,” he purred, grinning as he pulled you into his chest, wrapping his arms around you like he hadn’t just betrayed you on every level possible.

“You gave up the second you tried to tie me up.”

-

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[perfectlyfamous]

fun night with hee getting what he wants after a long day of waiting | 18+🎧(turn up a lit bit) wet slapping sounds

[perfectlyfamous]

ohhh nothing just sunghoon begging you to put it in… mdni, fem!reader

“fuck! pl-please, baby jus’… oh fuck—“ he chokes on his own words, his hips desperately bucking up to try and slip inside your wet cunt.

you smile down at him, your own hips hovering over his. his tip kisses your entrance, but you make no move to fully lower yourself. "hmm?" you hum innocently, your head tilting to the side almost mockingly.

sunghoon huffs at your feigned innocence, his head falling onto the soft pillow with a dull thud. he shuts his eyes, as if trying to gain some semblance of sanity.

unfortunately for him, you don't like the lack of response you get from him. you fully sit on him, your pussy and his cock pressing against each other but not inside. it elicits a low grunt out of him, his hands flying to your hips as he tries to get you to grind on him.

you don't.

dipping a hand between your thighs, you begin to rub your sensitive clit, causing you to gasp. you still smile at him, grinning at him coyly as he watches you with low-lidded eyes.

he can feel it. he can feel the way your pussy clenches around nothing, just practically begging for his cock to stuff you full. yet here you are, sitting on top of him and moaning purposefully to egg him.

and of course, it fucking works.

"o-okay! shit," he pants, lifting his head off the pillow to watch you rub your clit, the way you're quite literally dripping your arousal onto his aching dick. "please, my love."

you try to hide your growing, triumphant smile. you rub your clit faster, biting your lower lip as you feel the familiar coil in your stomach build up just from playing with yourself, from playing with sunghoon.

and he knows when you're close. "no!" he whines, his hand grabbing your wrist, trying to yank your hand away from touching yourself. "you can't cum like this, y-y'have to cum on my cock..."

you mockingly furrow your brows in confusion. "i was going to cum on your cock?" you muse, purposefully grinding your hips against him to emphasize that you are technically on his cock, just not inside.

he huffs again, a frustrated growl escaping him. "no, inside. you cum with my cock inside you," he pants breathlessly, like he had just ran a marathon. "please. please, baby. you have to, you need to, i need to be..." he rambles, his brows all furrowed and irritated.

and isn't it the hottest thing ever?

smiling like you had just won the fucking lottery, you lift your hips up and plap! his plump, kiss-swollen lips part into a half-moan, half-whine sound, his hands squeezing your hips like it was his lifeline.

"fu-yes. yesyesyes, thank you baby, shit!" he groans, now fully sitting up off the bed. his strong arms fully wrap around your entire body, pressing you impossibly closer to him.

and then he's manhandling you, moaning and thanking you in your ear as he moves you up and down his cock himself.

[perfectlyfamous]

red haired heeseung hate sex where he keeps overstimming you until you finally squirt everywhere😁

// uhhhhhh quick CATCH!!!!! warnings: not proofread, arguing, rough sex, no prep, fingering, squirting, biting, hair pulling, scratching, spitting, clit smacking, manhandling, mentions of death & murder, unrealistic everything, every term is made up i don’t know shit about anything i made this universe up for some sex. im not labeling this as a fic, i just went insane IM SORRY wc: 3.7k

you were sure that as soon as this patrol was over, you would chokeslam the general. 

as soon as you walked towards the departure gate, you saw him. bright red hair, standing tall and cocky, always the brightest in the room. lee heeseung. and you fucking hated him.

you could see the faded red stains around his scalp, it was freshly dyed. he had a new hair color almost every month—he just had to be the center of attention. a sore sight to you. 

“soldier,” a gruff voice calls out to you. turning around, you let out a sigh and your captain holds his hand up. “save it. save your anger, save the stress. i need you in your best conditions for this run.”

“wasn’t this supposed to be a patrol?” 

he nods, taking off his leather gloves before taking a tablet from another soldier nearby. “there was a breach in the area you two were supposed to patrol.” the older male turns the device towards you.

“it’s swarmed,” you start, leaning in to study all the moving red dots. “but it’s nothing i can’t handle, general.”

“yes, i believe you can. but you’re one of my best, which is why i’m sending you with our best commander.”

“heeseung?”

the general shakes his head, “it’s commander lee to you, and you know that. i expect you to put aside any differences for this and remain professional. there are lives counting on you.”

he hands you the tablet before walking away, spitting commands at nearby hunters and soldiers.

“you know, he runs this entire place. shouldn’t you show him at least a little respect?”

you don’t even have to look behind you to know who’s talking to you.

“fuck off heeseung.”

“i believe that's commander lee to you.” he lets out a dry chuckle. “old man's words, not mine.”

you roll your eyes and turn around, hugging the tablet against your chest. “reassign me.”

“excuse me?”

“you heard me,” your blood was boiling at this point, and you couldn’t take your eyes off his obnoxious hair color which irritated you more. “i want off. trade me out.”

heeseung scoffs, hands on his hips as he looks around in disbelief. “believe me, if i could then i most definitely would. however, we all have someone above us that command us.”

“the general is your fucking grandfather, he wont care.”

“soldier.” he warns.

“i want out. reassign me.”

he’s had enough by now, his own jaw clenching every time you speak. “need i remind you what your rank is? and who i am to you?”

“i’m only a hunter because i refuse to take the rank,” you spit back. “i’ve been here longer than you.”

“damn right you’re only a hunter. which means you follow my command. not anyone else's, not your own—just mine!” 

you attempt to argue back again but he’s quick to cut you off.

“you want out? that’s fine, i’ll have you investigated and on trial for treason and failure of your duty.” heeseung steps closer to you, just inches away from your face. “like you said, i have my connections and i’ll make damn sure of it that you go down here. do i make myself clear?”

you give him a short nod. nothing more. 

“there are lives to be saved out there so i suggest you get your head out of your ass.”

it was silent in the airship, not a single sound inside and out. space was quiet enough, but not hearing a single peep from the pilots or crew made it all worse. 

you wondered why they feared heeseung so much. sure he was strong, but everyone knew you were stronger. you have to assume nepotism.

the drop off was quick and the ship was out of there in the blink of an eye, blowing dust around the two of you.

it’s still silent. almost deafening.

“do you hear me, soldier?”

you shake your head, suddenly aware of where you were. “what?”

heeseung sighs, tilting his head back. “stay close.”

the general was right, it was completely raided. wild, alien like beings crawling the floors and walls everywhere you look. this was once a safe zone, a place where you had rescued refugees. but now, it’s a warzone. almost apocalyptic.

you glance ahead at heeseung, and you could tell he felt out of place walking through this area.

sure, he was a fighter. but only when it came to wars and space battle. he was more smart than brute, which wasn’t a bad thing at all in your line of work. in fact, it was most respected out of any skill you could attain.

but he’s never been face to face with a swarm like this, especially not with such beings as this. 

“thought they’d be militants from other bases,” he mutters, “not… whatever these are.”

“some call them aliens, some use their names. i see targets.” you respond, stepping over a puddle of a foreign liquid, it’s best to avoid any type of fluid you can’t recognize with just the eye. “i know you’re used to fighting beings with a plan and a brain. creatures that are able to fall back and escape, not these.”

“you underestimate me?”

“i underestimate you and your rank.”

heeseung scoffs, pointing his light away from you, “i got here because i’m smarter than the majority of our planet. smarter than you. i run our warplans and i win them. you wouldn’t know because you refuse to use the only skill you have to lend a hand to our battles.”

“i protect our people.”

“yeah? by going on these ‘missions’? by rounding up refugees?” he mocks you. 

“the refugees that your wars leave behind.”

he smirks at that. he actually finds it funny. you shoot him a glare and heeseung shrugs in response. “i just don’t understand why you, who has the best ranking, the strongest and most agile among every soldier and hunter—yet you… what? refuse to make a name for yourself because you…?” 

“i don’t want it.” you finish his sentence for him.

“because you're selfish. because you lack respect for authority because it… remind me again,” he taps his finger against his chin. “destroys planets? splits apart families? kills innocents?”

“i wont be like them.”

“oh, save me the sob story,” heeseung groans dramatically, “poor girl got her family torn apart by some higher up ranking soldier who’s not even fucking alive anymore. seriously? get over it.”

you stop in your tracks, staring him dead in the eyes. “fuck you.”

“is that why you stay? you think helping those refugees will give you some badge of honor?”

you don’t respond to him. you physically couldn’t.

“no, please. answer me. i’m just so curious as to why you do it,” he continues to press on. “does bringing those few helpless, and i mean helpless, civilians give you some sort of morale boost?”

“shut up.”

“oh come on… you know just as well as i do that they contribute nothing to our society. our strong, most respected society that others fear. do you really think any of us give a fuck about those people? the general laughs at your pity stories—they’re just more mouths to feed.”

it all happens so fast. one second you were controlling your breathing and the next you were throwing punches at heeseung. 

he dodges, and dodges again before grabbing your wrist. “oh? you are strong.”

“stronger than you.”

“strong enough to save them?” his eyes flicker to the bodies laying on the floor. once living beings, desperate for an escape, once filled with a will to live, scattered and taking up space in the halls of the base.

you pull your wrist back, “you’re a piece of shit.”

“so, i’ve been told.” he shrugs, “but i do more for these people than you ever have in your life.”

and you snap. throwing punches, slapping and throwing yourself at heeseung in unpredictable and sloppy ways, a true reflection of your anger.

“i’m not saying this to anger you—i’m trying to help.”

you pull back your fist, panting heavily. he remained unscratched. you did underestimate him. he watches carefully as you rest your hands at your side and slides his gun back into its holster along his back.

and you both continue down the long, dark halls, once filled with life.

he was right. and it made you angry. your hands wouldn’t stop twitching and every time you looked at the bright red hair leading you down the corridors, your blood boiled the same color. 

you both enter a large lab, completely empty and far away from the lifeless bodies you had seen before. heeseung leans against a table, looking down at his feet. 

“just promote.”

you shake your head, “i can’t.”

“you aren’t betraying anybody by doing it. you’re being selfish by remaining at your rank, and you don’t even realize that you’re disposable. unimportant.”

he knew how to get under your skin. “you may be strong and fast, but you’re nothing more than just a piece of trash floating in the wind. nobody respects you.” heeseung glances at you, a smirk playing on his lips, “nobody listens to you because of your shitty title. don’t you want to be respected?”

“and be like you?” you step closer to him, inching towards the lab table. “i think i’d rather be thrown out, or put in prison.”

“and why’s that?” 

“you’re cocky, messy, you have no humanity. i watch as you walk all over your subordinates and crew, you treat them like dust on the shelf and you give nobody the time of day unless they can provide for you,” your voice is low, calmer than before and it makes heeseungs lips twitch in irritation. “sure, i’m disposable and nobody cares for me from inside of the base, but god do i actually have something to show for it. friends, family and a fucking personality.”

“you talk about my selfishness for not taking a promotion but you killed hundre-“

in the blink of an eye heeseung has his hand wrapped around your throat. “i deserve my spot. i did what i had to for our fucking lives.”

“you did it for a fucking title, heeseung.”

you push against his arms, freeing yourself from the chokehold he had you in. he steps back, giving you an opportunity to to kick his side, but before you could, heeseung grabs your knee, pushing you backwards and slamming you onto the table. 

“you talk too much,” he grunts in your ear, pinning you flat against the table, “come on, tell me more. tell me how much you hate me despite your constant staring when you see me around the base.”

“you’re a fucking narcissist,” you bring your hand up to slap him but he grabs your wrist, yanking it away roughly..

he tilts his head and stares down at you, a look you’ve only seen from him while analyzing his enemies shining in his eyes, “is that why i’m so turned on right now.”

heeseung digs his knee between your thighs, chuckling when you breathe out in response.

“you’re disgusting.”

“let’s not get ahead of ourselves, soldier.”

he slams his lips against yours, smiling into the kiss when you immediately respond to it, lifting your head as much as you could to deepen the kiss. you chase after his lips every time he pulls away, it was desperate and you hated that your body was betraying every word that came out of your mouth earlier.

heeseung pulls away, trailing his hand that was once gripping your jaw down your torso, gripping the zipper to your uniform and tugging it down very slowly.

“strange behavior coming from the girl who just called me a murderer,” he mutters against your jaw, “it’s funny, i really did think that you hated me.”

“i do,” you respond before bucking your hips upwards, surprising heeseung just enough to loosen his grip, in which you take as a chance to kick him away.

but you’ve always been unpredictable. you grab him by the coat and hold his body upwards before yanking it off his shoulders and down his arms. he shoots you a grin but it’s wiped off his face in less than two seconds when you use all your force to push him down to the ground.

“fuck,” he grunts out when he hits the floor with a loud thud. you straddle him immediately and yank him up by his shirt.

“i’m stronger than you.”

he chuckles, staring up into your eyes before flickering his gaze to your lips, “i’m sure you are.”

it’s like a battle of dominance, because before you could even process his words, he had you flipped under him, laying on top of the coat that you tore off his body.

“but i’m smarter,” heeseung flashes you a cocky smile, pinning your hands above your head with one hand. “and i know exactly what you want.”

he drags his finger down your bare torso, pushing aside your uniform top he had unzipped earlier. 

“one thing we have to look out for during our long, boring peace treaty meetings is body language. alien or not, everyone shows their true feelings with their body.” heeseung continues, undoing your belt with one hand.

“they ever teach you to shut the fuck up in military school?” 

in one swift movement, heeseung pulls the belt from the loops of your jeans, “oh, please. i’m the general's son. i get what i want with just my voice.”

he lets go of your wrists to tug your jeans down your thighs, wasting absolutely no time on any of this.

“you’re right about pretty much everything,” heeseung continues, yanking your jeans completely off.. “i’m a piece of shit, mean to my subordinates, to people equal to me. to everyone. i’m a commander, i command shit. i command submission.” 

leaning back over you, he lifts your knees to your chest and pushes as you grip his shoulders, pushing him back. “wheres the fight in you, soldier? don’t tell me i’m right…”

you grunt and push against his chest, “i fucking hate you.”

he slams his lips against yours with more force this time, biting and pulling at your bottom lip. your hands find themselves pulling at the bottom of his shirt, tugging it up his chest with intention. heeseung leans back with a scoff and pulls it over his head before leaning back down, attacking your jaw and neck with rough, sloppy kisses and bites. 

you pull at his hair, lifting his face above yours. he grunts and grabs at your hands, “if you’re gonna fuck me then do it right.” you tell him impatiently. 

his hand comes up and grips your neck again, “anyone ever tell you that you’re a fucking bitch.”

you let out a dry laugh, causing him to shake his head in disbelief. as soon as your fingers loosen their grip on his red strands, he takes the moment to tug down his own pants, freeing his angry, dripping cock.

its heavy against your clothed cunt. your thighs squeeze together, but there was no way you were letting him have this—your submission. you attempt what you tried earlier, bucking your hips upwards, pushing your legs against him but it was near impossible with the position he put you in. 

“stop fucking moving.” he growls.

“fuck you, heeseung.”

he smacks your thigh, the sound echoing throughout your room. you wince at the feeling but it all made you throb. heeseung grips your jaw again, ignoring the feeling of your nails digging into his skin, “what’d i say earlier? it’s commander lee.”

you roll your eyes, further pissing him off. he wasted no time pushing your flimsy underwear to the side and lining his angry tip up with your fluttering hole. 

heeseung pushes in, not slow but not fast. he bottoms out, sending a sting through your cunt, traveling down your thighs. your nails rake down his chest and he lets out a loud groan.

you adjusted to his size rather quickly, the wetness between your thighs acting as a helping hand to the lack of prep he gave you beforehand. his grip doesn’t loosen on your jaw, his hips moving in slow but deep thrusts. you swallow every moan that threatens to spill from your lips, and it displeases heeseung the most.

but he doesn’t relent, only quickening the pace of his thrusts. you compensate for your lack of noise by scratching and digging into his skin, abusing the surface of his body from the roughness and pleasure he delivered. 

“this easy to get you to shut up?” heeseung grunts, slamming his hips into yours, the sound ricocheting off the walls. “where’s that mouthy low rank from earlier, huh?”

your hand comes up to grip his face, nails digging into his cheeks, then you spit. you felt victorious for a mere second until heeseung halted the movement of his hips, pulling himself out of you with haste. you take this chance to win back dominance but he beats you to it, landing a loud smack onto your clit, causing you to cry out, hips twitching for how good it felt.

“what’d i say?” heeseung mutters, anger spilling through his teeth. another slap. “you want me to show you where you belong? is that what you want?”

he slides his finger through the wetness, gathering your slick before shoving two fingers inside you. heeseung curls and pumps his fingers with no remorse, digging the palm of his hand against your clit. 

“come on, speak. respond to your commander.”

you let out a grunt, bucking your hips upwards. he was good—too good. you could already feel your stomach start to tense up with every curl of his fingers. “y-you’re not my c- fuck!”

“that’s it… i know you can do it, spit it out. it’s just a few words.” he coos, looking down at you as if you were dirt beneath his shoe. “words can’t be that hard for you, can they?”

you only respond with a whimper, biting your lip between your teeth until the skin finally breaks. heeseung watches you intently. “that’s fine.”

he speeds his hand up, spitting a wad of saliva onto your clit before using his thumb to toy with it. and that’s what breaks you the first time. your thighs tighten around his hand and you cum. hard. your hand that was once pulling at his face, now gripping and pulling at his arm as he continues to finger fuck you at a fast pace.

heeseung finally removes his fingers from you, but not before rubbing your sticky release all over your own cunt and shoving those same fingers in your mouth. 

“i wont say you obey easily, but you definitely take what’s given to you.” he taps his cock against your clif, eager to fuck you again. and so he does.

immediately pushing himself inside you and catching up to a brutal pace. your moans are muffled by his fingers, pressing over your tongue, edging your gag reflex. 

you were drunk off the pleasure, drool piling up in the corners of your mouth. his cock was knocking against your sweet spot, and your walls fluttered around him with each thrust. 

“gonna cum again? already?” 

you look up at him. the red hair dye dripping from his scalp from all the sweat. it was almost grotesque. it reminded you of what you had told him earlier—and yet, it made you clench around his cock. 

he smirks, “like what you see?” 

a grunt escapes your throat and you bite down on his fingers in response. he winces and pulls them out of your mouth, you could feel his cock twitch inside you. heeseung grips the back of your knees and pushes them up to your chest, throwing your legs over his shoulders.

the new position had him hitting spots deep inside you. the head of his cock abusing your spot deliciously. your eyes roll back, feeling a new high never felt before. 

heeseung was doing no better, though he maintained himself well. grunts and groans leaving his lips with every thrust of his hips. he was close, but he needed you there first.

and you were there. your entire body tensed up, tears rolling down your cheeks. this was unlike before. your thighs were trembling and you were pathetically reaching for anything. 

you manage to grab onto heeseungs neck with one hand, nails slicing across his neck, if you were able to focus you would be able to see the the tiniest of crimson blood peek out through the broken skin.

“that’s fucking right,” he spits, face centimeters from yours. his red stained sweat drips onto your face and chest, coloring your own skin. “fucking take it.”

your body stutters and a loud yelp spills from your lips, your release gushing out of you in the form of clear liquid, soaking the bottom half of both you and heeseung. 

a mix of a broken laugh and moan comes from heeseung, and he cums immediately. but his pace doesn’t relent, he keeps fucking you. fucking you until he hears his name spill from your lips in the form of a whiny, desperate moan.

and all of heeseungs wishes come true. 

“h-heeseung! fuck—it’s too… too much!” you cry out, body trembling from the overstimulation. 

“no… n-not quite,” he stutters out, feeling himself become more sensitive by the second. “come on—give it to me, soldier.”

your stomach tenses up again, “fuckfuckfuck!”

“almost there.”

you cum again. it wasn’t as intense as earlier, but it hits you hard. and all you could do was cry out for him, giving him exactly what he wanted. “commander please!”

and he slows his hips. moving at a soft gentle pace, riding you through all three orgasms, milking his own cock of his seed. “that’s right.”

the man you hated stole three orgasms from you in one go. it made your blood boil but your cunt flutter. 

“make it back to the airship without asking for help and you might see a reward in the near future,” he says, glancing over as you zip up your uniform. 

“also, no way in hell i’m reassigning you now.”