shewholoveshee

[shewholoveshee]

cherry popper aftermath — jake

jake x reader

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went overboard so say hello to dom jakey

two days. two days of ignoring your best friend. it wasn’t easy as jake knew your schedule and hiding spots so well.

and it all came to an end when jake caught you coming out from the science building.

“avoiding me?”

“ah!” you squealed nearly falling into the bush next to you.

jake reached out, pulling you to his chest by your hands, avoiding and catching your fall. “careful there clumsy.”

you quickly pulled away, not wanting to be touched by him. not because you didn’t want it. no, because you craved it.

ever since you let jake, your best fucking friend, take your virginity, all you could think about was that tongue and fucking hands of his.

“jake, hey,” you quickly fixed your clothes, “what brings you here?”

jake pointed to the science building. “i have class right after you here, remember?” he chuckled.

“oh, right, right.” you nodded. “well, i should get going before i’m late for class.” you pointed off towards a random direction.

“your next class isn’t for another hour.”

“did i say class? i mean before i’m late for a studying session.” you quickly covered and used your thumbs to point towards the opposite direction. “gotta go!” you squealed and took a fast exit away from jake.

once you were a good ways away from the classroom building, you stopped speed walking to catch your breath. you closed your eyes and mumbled out, “that was close.”

“what was close?” a man’s voice asked from behind you.

you twirled around, hands up like you were ready to fight, a small shriek of surprise leaving your lips. heeseung laughed at your reaction.

“lee heeseung!” you scolded, punching him in the shoulder. “you can’t just sneak up on a girl like that!” you laughed.

heeseung laughed even more, “im sorry but i couldn’t resist.”

“what do you want?” you asked when your breathing went back to normal.

“jake has been pouty lately.”

“and that has to do with me because?”

“it started happening after you dashed out his bedroom, half dressed and never talking to him again.”

your lips went into a line. “how did you know i dashed?”

“it was the middle of the night, i had a full bladder and got hungry.”

caught. yes, after you had sex with jake, (your best friend!), he fell asleep and you dashed! half naked, not even thinking about the consequences because you were too in your head.

“you’re over thinking the whole situation aren’t you?” heeseung laughed, showing off his pearly smile.

“no, no, no i’m not.” you said shaking your head, crossing your arms.

“three no’s, all different tones.” heeseung tapped his chin. “your voice went an octave higher with that second no, then deeper with the third.”

“because i had something in my throat!” you defended.

“i know how to get your mind off jake and the situationship.”

“one there is no situationship, and do if you say to have sex with you, i wont hesitate to punch you, lee heeseung.”

heeseung grabbed his chest. “ouch, that stings. and to think we had something special.”

you rolled your eyes, but couldn’t help but smile. “it was a kiss.”

“and a very good one at that.”

“what’s your plan?”

“let’s go to a party tomorrow night.”

you walked off with heeseung, walking to a nearby cafe on campus, both of you failing to realize jake was watching the entire conversation and interaction.

well at least you failed to realize jake had actually skipped class to catch up with you, only for his friend to intercept.

jake was seething. only seeing red, blinded by jealousy. what, you let him fuck you and that’s it? was it just so you could go off to heeseung?

jake sim was jealous.

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from jakey the bestie: can you please stop ignoring me? i miss my best friend.

your heart dropped reading jake’s text that night after your shower. you were really being a terrible person right now ignoring jake.

your best friend.

he’s not the one to judge you, never judge you. you were being immature and rude about the whole situation. why can’t you just own up to it? communicate how you feel rather than hide?

because jake was your best friend and you had feelings for him.

yes he had said he felt something towards you, but was that actual feelings or just lust? just the want to take your virginity?

jake was sweet, but he was also a play boy.

you sighed heavily. “you doing okay?”

you looked up seeing heeseung still chilling on your couch. “dude, i thought you left already?”

heeseung had came over to help you with your assignments you had jake helping you with. “you looked like you needed company.”

“i’m fine heeseung.” you gritted through your teeth. “you’re clingy.” you scrunched your nose.

“what’s wrong with being clingy?”

“it’s not a attractive to a girl you’re not dating.”

“then let’s date.”

you scoffed. “yeah, no, i’ll pass. you’re reputation is just as bad as jake’s, if not worse.”

you were too busy in a conversation you hadn’t realized you were still in your oversized towel from the shower. suddenly feeling a chill, you motioned your hands towards the front door.

“you’re a terrible host.” heeseung teased, grabbing his belongings.

you began opening the door, “it was nice having your company but now—,”

you stopped in your tracks. because at your door, with their fist up ready to knock was, jake.

“jake?” you asked in a tiny voice.

jake looked at you, to heeseung, back to you, noticing your towel. “been busy, huh?”

“yes, studying.” you gripped the door, feeling the jealousy radiating off your friend. almost like when he found out you and heeseung made out at a party.

“in a fucking towel?”

“i just got out of the shower! he was supposed to be gone! wait—,” you stopped, shaking your head, “why am i even trying to defend myself? it’s none of your business.”

“it is my business who you fuck when it comes to my friends. when it comes down to me taking your fucking virginity and you go and give me the silent treatment for no reason.” jake spat. “what? wanted me to break you in for heeseung?”

“watch it.” heeseung stood tall next to you. heeseung knew how jake could get about you. overprotective and very jealous.

but heeseung wanted you two to talk it out. so he may have texted jake saying he was over a girls house, then perhaps posted a story on his social media account with him chilling on your couch—with an identifiable back ground.

jake was smart and he quickly put two and two together. he just wasn’t banking on him getting here so fast, you in a towel, and you opening the door with him standing there.

jake literally growled. “i fucking told you guys she’s off limits.”

“she can make her own decisions jake.” heeseung spat back. “stop being a dick to her. she’s not your property, she’s your best friend. and don’t worry, i was just here to help her with her assignments. that’s all.” heeseung adjusted his backpack. “don’t worry, me and her are just friends, okay? she doesn’t see me in that way; she’s already friend zoned me plenty of times.”

heeseung walked out of your apartment, brushing by jake’s shoulder, purposely bumping into him. heeseung turned around one last time, “if you need me because this prick cannot behave, call me.”

you nodded shyly and heeseung walked to his car. jake had his fists balled to his sides, biting his lower lip.

you sighed in annoyance, turning around in your apartment to walk away. if jake wanted to come in to talk your door was open.

the door slammed behind you. you turned around ready to rip one into jake, when his full lips founds yours. kissing you harshly, desperately. his grabbed your face in his hands, holding you close so you couldn’t get away.

he couldn’t let you get away again.

his tongue begged for entrance, but you wouldn’t allow it. not until one of his hands went down your backside and gripped your bare ass, his nails digging into your flesh.

you yelped and he took the opportunity to stick his tongue down your throat.

he was in heaven swapping spit with you. you were sure if you were to remove your lips from his, a line of slobber would connect you two. his teeth nibbled on your bottom lip as well.

when he finally pulled away, taking your bottom lip inbetween his teeth, pupils blown, breathing heavy.

“fuck cherry, so, so good.” jake whispered. before you could say anything, he connected your lips again and pulled, no, yanked, the towel off your body leaving you naked.

“jake—,” you pulled away.

“your room, now.” jake’s expression darkened. when you didn’t move, he turned your body around, spanking you harshly.

“ouch!” that would definitely leave a mark.

“be a good girl and listen to your bestie.”

you swallowed, nodded, and rushed to your bedroom. you’ve never seen this side of jake. didn’t even know he had this side to him.

jake saw the thoughts running through that head of yours and he laughed, walking up to you as you sat on your bed naked.

“what? thought i was just some subby boy? girls think that about me a lot, until they piss me off.”

jake stalked closer to you, taking off his shirt in one smooth move throwing it on the bed. then he removed his belt, “be good, or i will have to use it,” he threatened, placing the belt neatly on the bed next to you.

“unbutton my jeans.”

with shaky hands, you reached up to his button and quickly but clumsily unbutton and unzipped the jeans. jake looked down at you with his big eyes, tongue licking his lips, loving the sight in front of him.

“take my cock out, and suck it like the fucking whore you are.”

“jake, im not a wh—,”

he reached over to grab his belt, but you quickly placed your hand on his to stop him. looking down, you quickly did as you were told.

when jake’s cock met your tongue, he let out a big moan, sending a shock straight to your core. “fuck cherry, such a wonderful mouth.”

jake’s hand went to the back of your head, making you deep throat and gag. “no other man will ever get to know the feeling of this.” jake sighed in pleasure, using your mouth as he pleased. “you’re mine, and you’re going to learn that, baby. that mouth, that pussy, all of you belongs to me!”

as jake rambled, he was fucking your face, slobber dripping out of your mouth. when he looked down and saw you, he stopped. “i’m sorry, you just make me so crazy.” he apologized, sticking his thumb into your mouth, pressing down on your tongue. you sucked his thumb.

“sorry i ignored you jake.” you coughed out trying to get your breath and head back.

“show me how sorry.” jake smirked. “lean back and open your legs for me. i’m hungry and i’ve missed you.”

you did as you were told once again, and jake wasted no time at all, to dive between your legs, tongue lapping up what you had to offer. with your hands spread out beside you, you gripped your comforter as jake worked his magical tongue against your folds.

see this is why you’ve been ignoring him. and for what? because you knew if he did it again, this would be it. you would be hooked and eventually get your heart broken.

“so good and all mine.” jake whispered happily, throwing your legs over his shoulders. he spat at your cunt, and went back to eating and licking like a starved man.

your stomach began to tighten, and you felt your thighs beginning to feel sore. “jake i—,”

“you can do it baby.” he encouraged, and placed two fingers inside of you, sucked on your clit, while his other hand pressed down on your stomach.

“oh, oh, OH!” you screamed as you came. hoping your neighbors were not home and could not hear you.

jake continued lapping you up, and your body shook from the orgasm and overstimulation. you pushed him away.

“jakey no more, please.”

jake tsked. “you haven’t had my cock yet.” he stood up, pulling you to the edge of the bed. your hips at the edge of the bed.

he let his pants and boxers drop to his ankles and he stepped out of them. it’s only been a couple days, yet you forgot how thick he was. you threw your head back and groaned.

you thought you couldn’t take it, “jake—can’t,”

he rubbed your hip bones, his tip teasing at your entrance, “you can and you will take me, babygirl.” he was being so mean but encouraging at the same time.

“breathe for me babygirl,” he said as he pushed through your tightness. “like last time baby, it’ll feel better.”

you bit your bottom lip, as jake pushed all they way in. more like bullied his way in. this time, he wasn’t slow with his pace, his hips snapping back and forth from the start, your body bouncing back and forth from the thrusts, your bed squeaking at the speed.

“baby, cherry, jakey isn’t going to last much longer. i’ve been so hard for you the past few days. aching for this pussy. wanting to bend you over every surface and have my way with you.” jake grumbled out, as his thrusts quickened and deepened.

“don’t you ever ignore me again, babygirl. i’m actually going easy on you. most girls who piss me off get tied up, and don’t get to orgasm. but you aren’t most girls aren’t you?”

jake was very blabby when it came to this. but you didn’t mind.

jake pulled out, “on your knees. i want to see your ass while i come in you.”

with the energy you could muster up, you flipped on your stomach, jake helping you left your hips as he plunged back in, your knees on the edge, your gripped your comforter.

“after this, i’ll eat this pussy and fuck this pussy wherever, whenever. in the library—fuck—in between classes, at parties, in my car,” jake couldn’t even finish his sentence but you came and he came right after filling you up with his load.

you groaned and almost sobbed. sobbed because your chest began to hurt. hurt from the feelings and the pain you would soon have to face.

jake pulled out, his come leaking out of you, and you collapsed onto the bed. “not yet babygirl, we need to get you cleaned up.”

jake picked you up in his arms, your face going to hide in his neck. he carried you to the bathroom, sitting you on the counter. your body began to shut down, exhausted.

he gripped your chin in between his fingers. “no, no, baby you gotta pee and i need to wipe you with a warm cloth.”

you pushed his hand off your chin, moving your head away, “no need to be nice, jake, i know i’m just another fu—,”

“don’t you dare finish that fucking sentence.” jake snapped, grabbing your cheeks in his hand, squishing them. “i meant what i said,” he gripped your thigh with his other free hand. “you’re mine, only mine. in return, im all yours.”

jake kissed your forehead, releasing your cheeks. he leaned his forehead against yours, eyes looking into yours.

“all yours.” you smiled.

“all mine.” he repeated and kissed your lips.

consequences be damned.

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[shewholoveshee]

cherry popper aftermath

hesseung x reader

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it’s been about a week since you let popular playboy and fuckboy lee heeseung take your virginity. and every since then you couldn’t stop thinking about him—mainly his dick.

“just ask him to be your fuck buddy.” your friend shrugged nonchalantly.

“i can’t just do that, can i?” you asked, your fork playing around your food.

“of course you can! pretty sure it won’t be the first time he heard it from a girl.”

your heart sank thinking about the other girls he’s been with and possibly have the same arrangement with. would he want another? would he want you?

his words stuck in your mind, but obviously he only said that because he was so lost in the moment fucking you, right?

you sighed. “i guess i’ll ask the next time i see him.”

and that day came sooner than you thought. literally the next day. but you were least expecting to run into him at the senior citizen center you volunteered at.

“heeseung?” you squeaked, playing uno with a resident as he came up behind her.

“hey,” he greeted your name with a big smile. “surprised to see you here.”

“i could say the same thing for you.” you mumbled and heeseung laughed.

“didn’t think a playboy would like to spend extra time around older people?”

“not really.”

“oh mr heeseung is the best. he flirts with all us women here like it’s his job.” the woman, elena, said with a smile.

“well don’t tell the others, but you’re my favorite miss elena.” heeseung replied smoothly.

elena smiled, probably enjoying having a young, handsome guy flirt with her openly.

a resident assistant came by to tell elena it was time to gather in the dining hall as dinner was about to be served.

“you two youngins behave now.” elena pointed with a smile and walked off.

you and heeseung were left alone. “what do you usually do here other than interact with them?” heeseung asked.

“i usually help in the stock room.” you replied.

heeseung held out his arm, signaling for you to go on and he’d follow.

you walked down the long carpeted hallway to the stockroom that was near the kitchen. as usual, the stock room was empty of people, but full of cups, blankets, pillows, and other things usually needed.

“i usually just take notes of what’s low and what can wait to be ordered for a while.” you told heeseung, grabbing a notebook you kept in there.

“what should i do?” heeseung asked, shocking you to the max.

“um, you can refold the blankets and towels? they do get quite messed up with the assistants going in and out at a fast pace.”

heeseung nodded and got right to work while you did the same with your task. you both worked in comfortable silence, each of you taking hidden glances at each other.

more so heeseung taking in sneaky glances of you while you worked. he loved the way your jeans hugged your legs, but even more so, loved how your shirt was the opposite—baggy and worn out. definitely opposite of clothing he seen you in at the party.

the party where he took your virginity. and ever since, he hasn’t stopped thinking about you. even when his dick was in another girl, he only thought about you.

let’s say, since you, he’s only been with one other girl and he accidentally moaned out your name.

he’s been to himself since then. he urgently went to his friend and roommate jay, actually terrified that he was only thinking of you.

“either you like her for some reason or you want her as your sex buddy only.” jay stated to heeseung. “it could also be because you took her virginity and you have a virginity or corruption kink, weirdo.”

“don’t call my kinks weird.”

imagine to heeseung’s surprise seeing you here, just after he told himself he would try to work up the courage to ask you if you wanted to fuck again.

heeseung knew most girls had high sex drives, they were just easier at hiding it.

heeseung cleared his throat, you looked up to him with a weird look. “yes?” you asked.

“oh, um, i had a question.” he said with a stutter.

the lee heeseung, nervous? no way.

“go ahead.” you nodded politely.

heeseung took in a deep breath, annoyed with himself as he was being nervous. “would you maybe want to fuck again?”

that caught you off guard. “oh, well—,”

heeseung cut you off, “i mean you don’t have to if you don’t want to. i mean, i just, i had fun with you at the party you know, and wouldn’t mind doing it again.” he rambled.

you chucked, heeseung looked at you ears going red. “i’m not laughing at you, i promise. i, um, i was gonna sort of ask you the same thing. i told myself the next time i see you i would, but i didn’t expect it to be so soon and here of all places.” you explained.

heeseung smiled. “you want to fuck again?” he whispered.

you nodded. “i was going to ask you to be fuck buddies, since my friend said that was something to ask you.”

heeseung nodded. “absolutely.”

“it’s just,” you began, twirling the pen in your hand nervously, “i want to be your only fuck buddy in the meantime, heeseung.”

“ok.” heeseung agreed instantly. that was no problem as he’s only been able to think about you. even better, if you only wanted to be fuck buddies with him, no other guy had a chance of getting you to bed.

“really?” your eyes lit up and heeseung nodded. “oh, so, um, when do you want to start?”

“now.” heeseung groaned, putting the blanket he was folding down, and stalked over to you.

your eyes were wide with shock, pen still in your hand, the notebook on the shelf next to you. heeseung grabbed your face in his hands, and leaned down to kiss your lips tenderly.

you kissed him back, soon heeseung’s kisses becoming intense with need. he pulled away, but stayed close to where you could feel his breath against your skin.

“have you been playing with your pussy baby? you shook your head, you itching with need. heeseung groaned, “mhm baby, that pussy is gonna be tight for me again.”

heeseung quickly captured your lips again, pushing you against the nearby wall. he removed his lips, as those and his nose traced down any skin visible to him, and he got on his knees to unbutton your jeans.

“mhm, i know i wanted to eat this pussy baby, but i’m so desperate to have my cock buried in you.” he says, his forehead leaning against your lower belly, his face right in front of your jean covered lower half.

your hand ran through his hair, a smile coming to his face as he pulled your jeans down to your ankles, along with your underwear.

he teased your cunt with his tongue, but quickly got up, cursing to himself for that. you all were in a public place and could be caught anytime.

“lean down baby.” heeseung helped position your body to where is was now leaning against a shelf for support. your chest and head rested against the towels there, as heeseung grabbed your bare ass in his hands.

“heeseung,” you moaned as his finger traced your folds and clit.

“shh baby, we can’t get caught, okay?” heeseung cooed, grabbing your hair in his hands for a makeshift ponytail.

he aligned his tip with your cunt, and slowly pushed in. again, he was met with resistance and tightness, but his mouth dropped open so wide at the pleasurable feeling of you clamping around him.

he had to hold in his moans as well. you buried your face into the towels, keeping the noises from your mouth muffled.

heeseung slowly inched into you, enjoying the way you gripped him, welcoming him in. he began rocking and thrusting, your pussy making noises for him, wetness covering him.

“fuck, i love this pussy.” he moaned quietly, and picked up his pace with the thrusts. the shelves began rocking with your bodies as well, your hands gripping the other items next to you.

heeseung could still hear your muffled moans through the towels, and even got turned on from that.

his hand went down to play with your clit, your orgasm coming close.

he leaned over your back, his body covering yours. his breath tickling against your neck, as he attached his lips to your shoulder and began sucking.

his pace never faltered. “i’m close baby.” heeseung sighed and you nodded in agreement, not trusting your own voice.

soon, you both came with each other, heeseung forgetting to pull out. “fuck, baby, i didn’t pull out.” he groaned against your shoulder.

“s’fine, on the pill.” you mumbled in relief. heeseung stayed buried in you, dick still hard, as he peppered kissed over your neck, shoulder, and cheek. then, he grabbed your chin to lean your head back so his lips met yours for a few pecks.

“so good for me.” he sighed and kissed your ear, before leaning up from you, and removing himself from your pussy.

heeseung helped you clean up and pull your pants and underwear up. you now felt embarrassed at just having sex in public with heeseung.

have you had no shame?

heeseung pulled you in for a kiss. “can’t wait to get you back home to really treat your body right.”

you smiled, “can we not do it in jay’s bed this time?”

[shewholoveshee]

cherry popper enhypen

🍒 jungwon x f reader

adult content featured | read at your own discretion

“are you sure this will work, jungwon?”

“it has to work.”

you bit your lip anxiously, deep in thought. in the end, you nodded your head. “okay, but we should set some rules.”

jungwon raised his eyebrow. “rules?”

“yes rules. one, no physical touching,”

“in order for this to work, i have to touch you.”

you shook your head, “no, there has to be a way around it,”

“well cherry, there isn’t,” jungwon argued, rolling his eyes with a huff. now he was regretting this deal.

“second, no feelings,”

“oh trust me, that won’t be hard whatsoever.” jungwon scoffed.

this time you rolled your eyes. “i won’t do your work, but i will help you.”

“fair enough, i guess.” he shrugged. you’d end up doing it anyway once you’d realize how busy he was with after school activities, clubs and his sports. plus his social life.

“great, what’s your address and i can stop by tonight and we can begin that paper of yours?”

jungwon wrote down the address of his shared house with his friends near campus on your planner.

“your ugly handwriting in my pretty planner, how dare you!”

“see you later, cherry.” jungwon smirked.

later that evening, you found yourself outside of jungwon’s house around 6. you knocked for a good five minutes before someone even opened the door.

a tall, brooding young man opened the door, with dark hair. he didn’t seem happy. “what do you want?” his voice was deep and it sent shivers through your body.

“um, oh, here to see, uh, jungwon?” you replied, playing with the string of your hoodie.

“is that a question or statement?” the boy laughed.

“ni-ki leave her alone. she’ll break out in hives.” you heard jungwon laugh.

“no i won’t!” you defended. jungwon acts like you can’t talk to the opposite sex.

the boy, ni-ki laughed, and walked away leaving you and jungwon. “let’s go up to my room.”

“your room? why not the living room?” you nearly squeaked.

“because i have 2 other roommates who are loud and will bother us. and i am more than sure they will bring company over.”

without additional argument you followed jungwon up the steps to his bedroom. his room being neat, shocked you.

he sat on the floor at the edge of the bed, and patted the spot next to him, grabbing his laptop.

“where should we start?” jungwon asked, opening the word document.

you explained how you typically liked to start from the conclusion, then work on an introduction. after about an hour, you’ve helped jungwon with his paper, and he had over half of it completed.

“my brain cannot take it anymore.” he groaned, shutting his laptop. “i need food.” he stood up with a stretch, his shirt rising up showing off his toned stomach. he looked down to you, “want anything?”

your thoughts immediately turned to something inappropriate. you swallowed, “no i’m fine.” you smiled weakly.

jungwon nodded once and walked out his room leaving you alone to finally breathe. this is the longest you’ve been this close to jungwon since like elementary school.

you couldn’t believe it when he came up to you earlier wanting to make a deal. he would pretend to be your boyfriend if you help would agree to help him with his assignments.

why?

to make your bully leave you alone. even in university, bullies still existed which was ridiculous but was the sad truth. he was currently behind in some of his classes due to his busy schedule and needed the help.

you took the time to look around his room, to get a feel of the real jungwon. action figures, pictures of him and his family, his friends, certificates and awards, a karate award, other trophies.

“spying on me now, cherry?”

“huh?” you whirled around seeing jungwon holding a cherry pepsi. one of your favorite drinks. maybe he liked them too.

but he surprised you when he held it out for you. “for me?” you squealed, your voice betraying you. jungwon chuckled and nodded with a smile.

“of course, why else do you think i call you cherry? i’ve seen the way you will inhale anything cherry flavored.”

“are you making fun of me?”

“no, i find it cute how your eyes light up at anything cherry flavored.”

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three weeks later, and things to seem have been going well. other than what happened yesterday. you've chosen to ignore it and not bring it up to jungwon, however, jungwon has noticed something off in you.

right now, you were reading peacefully while also at his soccer practice. nothing interesting really, he was the goalie, and although you did find him and his teammates eye candy, it's not like they would find much interest in you.

your chest burned and tears threatened to spill at the remembrance of the harsh words from yesterday.

"what's got that pout on your face, cherry?" his voice startled you out of your thoughts, and you shook your head.

"no--nothing." you huffed, looking back down to your book.

jungwon looked down to you, eyebrows coming together. "doesn't look like nothing. something has got you deep in thought."

"it's nothing jungwon, can we drop it?"

"is it something, or someone?"

you stood up from the bleachers, "i said drop it!" you used the back of your hand to wipe away a tear that came down, and quickly shut your book, rushing off.

jungwon wasn't going to let this go. he wanted to know who hurt you. within these three weeks, he became fond of you. very quickly he may add.

"cherry, wait up!" he chased after you. you walked quicker. you don't know where you were going, but you were trying to hide from jungwon before he could see you cry. but you wasn't that lucky. his legs were longer than yours.

"cherry, hold up!" he ran in front of you, stopping you in front of the locker rooms. "cherry, talk to me." jungwon sighed, tipping your chin up so you could look into his eyes.

you wanted to melt. in these weeks, you've also became fond of him. any rumors you've heard about him, were being debunked by his actual personality and words. he was kind, gentle, goofy and occasionally clumsy when he didn't mean to be.

"jungwon--," your voice broke and it ruined him. he pulled you into the women's locker room (which was completely empty and out of order as it was being prepared to be remodeled).

he pushed you against the door and locked it behind you. "tell me what happened. now." he demanded. "no bullshit."

so you told him what your bullies told you. how they cornered you and made remarks. how they claimed your relationship with jungwon was nothing but staged and fake. they never saw jungwon kiss you or touch you. how could that be a real relationship? they mocked how you'd never be in a relationship. not with jungwon, not with anyone, not even jake sim, the legend of the school who would sleep with almost any girl on campus would want to touch you.

you sniffed. "you were right, this was stupid. this was never going to work."

"i didn't say that, cherry." he sighed, and used his knuckle to graze your cheek. "in order for this to work, i have to touch you. not saying i have to grab your ass, or stick my hands down your pants."

your cheeks felt hot at the thought of him doing that. "jungwon,"

"we can take it slow, okay? small kisses to your forehead, cheek, neck. hugs from behind. playing with your hair. i can give you piggy back rides." he laughed.

"i never had a boyfriend, jungwon!" you bursted out.

"okay, and?" jungwon chuckled.

"jungwon, it means i'm inexperienced."

"i'm not asking to pop your cherry, cherry."

you slapped his shoulder. "jungwon, i'm inexperienced in all aspects."

"even hugging a guy?" jungwon asked dumbfounded and you nodded shameful.

"a kiss?"

you shook your head. "haven't even had my first kiss, jungwon." you signed, thankful to finally let out the reason you've been so adamant on not letting jungwon be so flirty and touchy with you.

jungwon's eyes darkened with desire. "can i change all of that, cherry? please."

"i mean, yeah with hugs, maybe innocent kisses,"

"no cherry," jungwon took in a deep breath, "i want your hugs, kisses, and more."

"oh, um, maybe, eventually,"

jungwon shook his head, "no, now please." jungwon begged.

the thought of your innocence being taken away by someone else? absolutely not.

"oh, uh, well, we can go to my place, or yours," you were trying your best to handle this news, and lets say, you weren't handling it well.

its not because you didn't want to, its because it was jungwon? NOW?

"no, cherry, now."

you snorted. "so gentleman of you." you crossed your arms, your arms brushing against his chest. you pushed him away. this was happening so fast, your heart beating out of your chest.

did you want to lose your virginity, all your onces in a soon to be remodeled women's locker room?

yes.

wouldn't this be a hot story for your other friends? wouldn't this be a hot story for your bullies? to make them shut up and tell them not only did you lose your virginity, but got railed by THE yang jungwon in a women's locker room?

"tell me what's going through that pretty head of yours, cherry." jungwon smiled, his thumb tracing down your cheek to your bottom lip.

for once, it wasn't the books you were reading, or the fictional men on your screen making you hot and bothered. it was a real man standing in front of you.

"i think i broke rule number two." you quietly said.

"i broke that rule the day i met you, cherry." jungwon's eyes burning with need, his thumb resting on your lip. he leaned in, tasting your lips for a sweet second before pulling back leaving you wanting more.

"i think i want to be railed by you." you spoke aloud before even thinking.

jungwon smiled with a chuckle. "i can do that cherry, just not today, okay? or at least, not the first round."

jungwon picked you up, your legs automatically wrapping around his waist, your arms around his neck. your right hand went to the back of his blonde hair. your new found confidence pulled him into you, wanting his soft lips back onto yours.

oh mother heavens, was you really about to lose your virginity right now? in a women's locker room? with yang jungwon? your heart was beating so fast in your chest, adrenaline rushing your veins. not because you were going to regret this. but because you were so thrilled. excited.

jungwon carried you a little further back into the locker room, your back resting against a flat wall. his kisses traveled from your lips, your cheek, down your neck, his lips finding a weak spot once he heard a whine come from your lips.

meanwhile, two of his fingers busied themselves sneaking into the front of your shorts, softly tracing over the cotton of your underwear. "fuck, why couldn't you have worn a skirt." jungwon whispered into your neck, before attaching his lips once again.

"i don't own many skirts, jungwon." you leaned your head back, so he had easier access to your neck.

"we have to change that." jungwon sighed, nibbling on your neck, using his teeth, a bigger whine coming from your lips.

you felt him harden in his pants, and you're sure his fingers felt yourself becoming wetter at the moment.

you whimpered when his lips disconnected from your skin, and he slid his fingers from your shorts, and slid your body down from his.

before you could ask why, he removed his sweaty shirt and placed it on the ground. he nodded his head, signaling for you to lay down. with no questions, you put your book down (which you somehow still had a grip on) and sat slowly down on his shirt and he leaned down, his legs on either side of your knees.

his fingers went to the button of your shorts, and pulled those down along with your underwear in a quick, smooth, movement. no time to think, jungwon was quick with his movements. he laid in-between your legs, his mouth watering over your core, he places your thighs on each of his shoulders, ready for his next taste of you.

he dove in like a mad man, sucking, licking, biting, his fingers gripping your thighs to keep them in place. your hand went to grip the top of his blonde locks, back arching from the ground. you bit your bottom lip to keep from sounds getting too loud cause although no one would come in, people were still passing by.

you moved your head to one side, biting on your sleeve to contain any noise. you didn't believe a man's tongue would feel this good on you. and what felt even better was when jungwon added a finger slowly into your cunt. the wetness of you helped with the pain, his wide shoulders keeping your legs apart for him.

jungwon soon added a second, then a third finger to stretch you out. it started to sting, tears threatening to spill out. jungwon would check on you, but you would shake your head stating you were fine and for him to keep going. really by pushing his head back down, wanting his nose to rub back against your clit.

a weirdness felt at the pit of your stomach, and your legs began to shake. this seems much more intense than other orgasms you've given yourself. "jun, jungie, so close." you moaned you, eyes tightening.

"if i let you come, do you think you can come a second time when i fuck you cherry?" jungwon asked and you nodded.

"yes jungwon, promise." you groaned as jungwon's three fingers kept their pace, his hot breath on your core, thumb brushing your clit. soon you were coming apart on jungwon's fingers and tongue.

"can't wait to ruin you some more." jungwon whispered, your energy coming back from the first orgasm. he moved your legs off his shoulders, them slightly sore after he kept them apart for what seems like hours, but was only 5 or 6 minutes.

jungwon stood up to remove his practice shorts and boxers from his body, standing completely naked in front of you. entranced by his abs, and overall fit body, you removed your shirt and bra. jungwon smiled that you felt comfortable enough to remove the rest of your clothing.

jungwon leaned back down, to position himself, his tip at your entrance. "cherry, i don't have a condom, are you okay with that?"

you nodded. "yes. i, i know your reputation for being careful and clean. i trust you jungwon." you smiled, wrapping your arms arounds his broad shoulders. your hand and fingers spread in his hair, soothingly for him.

jungwon leaned down to kiss you, to distract you as he pushed himself into your tight cunt. you felt the sting, the thickness, your walls trying to acclimate this new feeling. you accidentally bit his lower lip, tugging it when you moved yourself away. jungwon rested his forehead against yours, eyes looking into yours, nose nudging yours once, a smile stretching against his face.

your face scrunched in uncomfortableness, but just for a moment. it soon went away after a while. "ever played with yourself?" jungwon asked trying to district your mind.

you nodded, "yeah, few times."

"who did you think of?"

"oh um, fictional characters, or my books,"

as your rambled, jungwon went balls deep, causing you to jolt, and your legs tightened around his waist. "shit, fuck!" you screamed then moaned.

"sorry cherry, you feel good," jungwon grumbled, kissing you deeply. you nodded into the kiss, and jungwon pulled back only to go balls deep once again.

your entire grip on him tightened. his waist, his broad shoulders, you walls gipped him tighter. "so much better than fictional characters and books." you whispered, but jungwon heard you with a smile.

jungwon sat up on his knees, leaning against his ankles, gripping your waist in his big hands, slightly sitting you up so the back of your thighs rested against his thighs. this new angle caused for you to reach your orgasm even quicker, especially when jungwon's thumb began rubbing circles on your clit, his other fingers teasing your nipples and playing with your neglected breasts.

"jungwon, close again, please," you began to beg, wanting the next release.

"i got you cherry, just focus on letting go for me."

and that you did. soon you were coming on jungwon, juices leaking in-between the both of you. you, not even aware of that possibility of how much could come out of you in your first release. jungwon's orgasm followed not long after, coming in you, but pulling out to finish spilling his come onto your cunt, the rest leaking out of you. jungwon instantly getting hard after getting soft seeing his come leaking out of you, mixed with your own.

“fuck can we do this again?” jungwon huffed, trying to catch his breath.

you laughed. “yeah, as long as we do it in front of the bullies.”

jungwon laughed this time. “how about we just send them a nice video instead?”

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cherry popper —

sunghoon x reader

getting your cherry popped by your enemy

mature content featured, read at your own discretion

note: i know i know i said a writing schedule but this is my issue — i just want you all to read what i have planned so bad! i’ll start the schedule soon, ignore my last updated post

“you are infuriating!” you screeched, stomping your foot to the ground like a child.

“no, you are!”

“for goodness sake, you both are infuriating!” your professor interrupted your arguing with park sunghoon.

your worst enemy since middle school. now both ready to graduate university soon, nothing has changed.

you and sunghoon turned to your professor with looks of disgust towards one another. your professor has had you both in her classes for 3 semesters as you both shared a major.

“i’ve dealt with you two for too long! always arguing before, after, and during my lectures! you two can’t even stop bickering long enough to enjoy this nice class trip!” the professor rambled.

“professor, i really was trying to enjoy this trip—,” the professor cut you off

“no you haven’t! any given moment you started an argument with mr. park, knowing he will argue back. you two leave me no choice, you are to stay here in your rooms at the hotel, my assistant will be staying on the floor if you two need anything. he’ll most likely try to find a bonding exercise for you two.”

“if we stay here, that means we miss the exhibits!” sunghoon exclaimed, dark bushy eyebrows furrowed in confusion, hurt, and anger towards you.

the professor shrugged. “hopefully it’ll teach you a lesson like i teach my children.” she scolded, waving her finger at both of you.

you and sunghoon stood in the hallway of the hotel dumbfounded that you would be missing the exhibit you both were so excited to view. three months you’ve been waiting for this trip!

you groaned in annoyance, “you just have to ruin everything, huh?”

sunghoon turned to you wide eyed, “me? you’re the one always starting shit between us two!”

“you could just ignore me.” you shrugged trying to place the blame all on him.

“ignore you? i’ve tried, and you never let it go. you keep pestering like an annoying little bug until i reply to you.”

your lip turned up, “listen here you little—,”

“finish that sentence and i’ll ask the hotel to make you clean toilets.” your professors graduate assistant snapped.

you and sunghoon turned around to face the young guy who couldn’t be more than 3 years older than you.

“faked being ill because my girlfriend happened to come down to the city to see me. haven’t seen her in four months as we live apart,” the assistant began explaining, “but now i have to babysit two annoying little young adults who can’t get along for nothing!”

“man, you don’t have to babysit us. we can care for ourselves.” sunghoon stated.

“and risk you two sneaking off?” the assistant shook his head.

you crossed your arms, “so what do you want us to do?”

“the hotel is low on staff in the kitchen. they just need help with dishwashing and putting together cutlery.”

“no way! i don’t want my fingers to turn into raisins!”

“that’s why gloves were invented, cherry.”

you narrowed your eyes, ready to stab sunghoon if you could, especially at the nickname he’s given you for the past year.

“you two, kitchen, now. you can go to your separate rooms afterwards. don’t snitch on me, help the kitchen out, and i’ll tell the professor you two got along well enough to be able to join in on the activities tomorrow.”

“deal.” both you and sunghoon agreed.

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it was all going well—decently well for you and sunghoon until you dropped a plate in the sink, causing the water to splash both you and him.

he splashed water back, so now you and him were banned from dishwashing and instead wrapping cutlery for future hotel guests.

about an hour later, you both were only half way done through the giant bucket of clean dishes.

“this is exhausting!” you sighed. “my neck is starting to hurt.”

“stop whining and just keep going.” sunghoon replied quietly.

“what’s got your panties in a twist?”

sunghoon dropped the fork and spoon he was holding. “mhm, i don’t know, maybe you? always starting arguments with me.”

“you’re the one who started it, park sunghoon.”

“when did i ever start? you are the one who started it back in middle school.”

“middle school? sunghoon, i never even talked to you in middle school until that day you said my hair bow was ugly.” you reminded him.

that’s when sunghoon became your enemy. maybe for a stupid reason, but as a young girl, you had tried a new hair style with a hair bow after your mom made you get a hair cut, that the salon butchered.

you were insecure about it for a while, but it only really unsettled you when sunghoon came up to you one day during lunch telling you that your ‘hair bow was ugly, and nothing can make your hair look pretty again.’

since then, you’ve always sought out to ruin park sunghoon. whether it was getting better grades, to become top of the class. becoming class president so he’d be class vice president.

or even childish things like a whoopie cushion, taking a picture of him picking his nose in private, and even starting arguments over small things.

but the biggest would have to be when you started dating his friend second to last year in high school, you two only ending the relationship a little over a year ago.

kang taehyun.

it was a sneaky move to date your enemy’s friend. but it worked in your favor as just your presence annoyed sunghoon. he started to dislike you even more then.

but it wasn’t like sunghoon and taehyun were best friends, they just happened to be in the same friend group.

sunghoon remembered the day he called your hair bow ugly. he actually didn’t think it was ugly, but he was upset about what he overheard you and your friends at the time saying about him.

then when sunghoon found out you were actually dating taehyun, he couldn’t believe it. he would tease you and only bring it up to taehyun the reasoning for you to date his friend was to annoy him.

sunghoon used to hate seeing you around all the time when he just wanted to be with his friends. he especially disliked whenever taehyun would be too handsy with you.

“i only called your hair bow ugly because you and your friends made fun of me.” sunghoon sighed deeply. his lips went into a thin straight line as he went back to his deep thinking, focused on wrapping the silverware.

you looked at him surprised and confused. “sunghoon, when did my friends and i ever make fun of you?”

sunghoon sighed once more, wanting to forget the whole incident, but knew now was probably a good, but very late time to confront you about it.

“i overheard you all laughing at the fact i was a figure skater at the time, and said something about me being feminine.”

you stood there, too much in shock. your brain racked old memories and conversations, trying to remember that exact time. as you stood and stared, sunghoon continue on with the kitchen chore.

then it hit you, and you slightly chuckled. “sunghoon, we weren’t laughing at you. we were admiring you. the fact you was a boy doing figure skating? we were so impressed! and the feminine thing was a compliment, i promise! i swear as young girls we were jealous because you had a nice body we were jealous of at the time.”

sunghoon snapped his head toward you, observing you for any chance of a lie. he saw none as you stood there and smirked.

“you really called my hair bow ugly, to upset me, because you misheard my conversation with my friends?”

sunghoon scoffed, “well i mean, as a young boy, it was hard enough being a figure skater. i was just, don’t know, very introverted and shy.”

which he still was most times.

“you aren’t introverted or shy around me, sunghoon.”

“because i can’t be. you drive me up the wall on my nerves.”

you laughed. sunghoon liked the sound. he always did.

then he asked, “did i really hurt your feelings by saying your bow was ugly?”

you nodded. “yes you did. that started a war.”

“a war between us that i think we can now end?”

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after another hour, you all were close to finished when the kitchen staff let you go. rubbing your neck, you complained, excited to shower and just lay around for the rest of the night.

it was only 6 in the evening, and the exhibit went on until 9 pm, and you both were sure the professor and classmates would be off doing their own thing for the rest of the night as curfew wasn’t until 1 am.

“wanna watch a movie?” sunghoon asked, startling you. “i mean, there’s nothing else going on for us, and we could, maybe, keep each other entertained?”

you shrugged. “sure. just let me shower first. my room or yours?”

“mine. my friend and roommate, heeseung, snuck in some beer.”

you smiled. “perfect.”

half an hour later, you both were showered, in comfy clothes, and in sunghoon’s hotel room, sitting on the couch at the end of the beds watching a movie.

two drinks in, sunghoon was feeling bold. “why did you date taehyun?”

being caught off guard, you slowly turned your head, then tilted. “uh, why?”

“did you only date him because of me? to make me mad or jealous?”

“more to make you mad.” you teased with a wink.

“well congrats, you made me both mad and jealous by dating my friend.” sunghoon snickered, sipping his bottle of beer. he was no where near drunk or even tipsy. just a bit of extra courage running through his veins.

it was him watching you out of the side of his eye that got him this way. your laugh, your smile, the smell of you, so intoxicating.

you were more shocked and confused than ever. “sunghoon, what?”

sunghoon leaned down to look at your face, “taehyun used to bitch and moan that he could never get in your pants. that you would tease him, only willing to dry hump with him.”

you swallowed but rolled your eyes as well. taehyun always did complain that you never let him have sex with you. it never really bothered you.

taehyun knew you were a virgin. what he didn’t know was that whenever you thought about finally being intimate with him, all you thought about what sunghoon. all you could see was sunghoon. your thoughts were consumed of sunghoon whenever you thought anything sexual.

“why wouldn’t you have sex with your boyfriend, cherry?”

“why do you call me cherry?”

“answer me first.” sunghoon placed the bottle on the floor bedside him so he could turn his body to face you once more.

“uh, well i just didn’t want to have sex with him.” you shrugged one shoulder.

“why not?”

“eh eh, i answered you, your turn.” you tsked.

sunghoon bit his lower lip, staring at your lips as he replied, “because of that cherry lip gloss you always wear.”

you were wearing it now. not only did it look good against your skin, it tasted good too, whenever you got your nervous antics and chewed on your lip.

sunghoon always observed you putting that cherry lip gloss on your lips. it started with the cherry chapstick in high school, but just a little over a year ago you started wearing the cherry lip gloss.

“now answer me.” sunghoon demanded.

you took in a deep breath wondering how much or little to tell him. “well,”

“—was it because he wasn’t me?” sunghoon interrupted, your eyes going wide.

“sunghoon, no, what would give you that idea?”

“he told me he heard you calling out another guy’s name while playing with a toy of yours. he looked at me with anger and disbelief as if i had something to do with it.”

your eyes still wide, mouth shaped into an ‘o.’ you laughed nervously waving sunghoon off, “ah, he probably misheard me, that’s all.”

“i don’t believe you cherry.” sunghoon stated, standing up from the couch only to stand directly in front of you. eye level now with his crotch, you looked at him with innocent and confused eyes.

“sunghoon—,”

sunghoon stopped you mid sentence just by his thumbs hooking to the hem of his sweats, only pulling them down a little, teasing to pull out his cock.

“have you only kissed and dry humped him? what else have you done with him while thinking of me?” sunghoon clicked his tongue.

you shook your head. “sunghoon you’re mistaken!”

“sucked taehyun’s dick while thinking of me? mhm, even dry hump him thinking and wishing it was my lap you were rocking against?”

each sentence, sunghoon leaned in closer, mouth inches from yours. he could smell the cherry lip gloss of yours. excited to taste it finally.

you closed your eyes because—it was the truth. all of it. you blurted, “i never had sex with him because i’m a virgin!”

sunghoon chuckled, raising to his full height again. with a smirk, “mhm so my cherry was waiting to get her cherry popped by her enemy.”

you tightened your legs closer together for friction, but also to prevent yourself from becoming any wetter at just his words.

your movement didn’t go unnoticed from sunghoon. he got down on his knees in front of you. “has my cherry thought about getting ate out from her enemy? have you imagined it was me instead of taehyun going down on you?”

you shook your head, wanting to not believe this was happening. it wasn’t until you felt sunghoon’s teeth bite your thigh through your own bottoms, you snapped your eyes open.

“what was that for!”

sunghoon laughed, “be honest baby.” then, you nodded. “guess i’ll have to make your imagination become reality, huh?”

quick and easy, he got your bottoms off of your legs, and used his thumb to tease your clit through your underwear. a wet spot already beginning to form.

sunghoon’s eyes sparkled with neediness and excitement. he got up from his knees, you internally protesting, until his lips captures yours into a searing kiss.

he whispered against your lips, “so tasty, cherry,” as he continued to intensely work his lips against yours, loving the cherry lip gloss against his own lips.

he soon fell back to his knees, kissing up your right thigh before he moved your underwear to the side, poking his index finger to your cunt. he was met with tightness and some resistance, but only because it was a new feeling, new fingers for you. long, fingers to be exact.

sunghoon poked his index finger in your hole, followed by his middle finger, your legs opening wider for him, head rolling to the back of the couch with a groan. your hands gripped the couch, fingers digging into the cushions.

sunghoon then added a third finger, his ring finger, and your right leg went to hook over his shoulder, him holding your left wide open for him.

it was so much you wanted to snap your legs closed. sunghoon rocked his fingers in and out a few times, until your wetness covered his fingers, and he pulled out, quickly undressing you of your underwear. but just as quickly as his fingers were gone, it was replaced with his tongue and lips.

“sung—hoon!” you sang into a moan, left hand gripping his locks.

he moaned into your cunt, lapping up the juices you had to offer to him, occasionally using his k-9 teeth to nibble on your folds and clit. when his lips found home onto your clit, using his tongue to swirl, teeth to nibble, three of his fingers entered back into your cunt, no warning or teasing. he began rocking his fingers in and out in a medium pace, his tongue flicking your bud.

your chest and stomach began to tighten, your eyes rolling to the back of your head, head rolling onto the back of the couch from left to right. he removed his lips, fingers still, only to spit on your cunt, and got right back to work as if he didn’t pause to begin with.

this orgasm was about to be intense. taehyun never gave you mind blowing head like this. he was always decent, though. but sunghoon’s tongue was magic and had you coming way too soon.

“hoon!” you moaned loudly, hoping no one outside the door could hear you. “i’m—hoon, i—come—my goodness!” you babbled.

sunghoon used only his tongue while you came down from your first orgasm of the night.

your body jerked from the overstimulation, you pushing sunghoon’s head away.

“taste so good, cherry. better than i imagined.” he whispered once again, against your lips, before kissing you, his tongue poking through to find yours.

while kissing him, sunghoon grabbed you by your thighs so he picked you up and held you, turning around so he sat on the couch with you straddling him.

your wetness immediately started to stain his sweats, but he didn’t care. “hump me, cherry.”

“like this?” you asked. he wanted you to hump him? you bare below, him with his sweats?

you squealed when a palm of his came down to your bare ass. “it wasn’t an option, cherry.”

you nodded, biting your lip, as you began to rock your hips back and forth and in circles around his cock which was imprinting through his sweats. your cunt could feel the outline of him, getting wetter with each movement.

soon, you were on your way to your second orgasm. sunghoon’s hands gripped your waist, guiding your movements as you became more sloppy, only worried about reaching your second orgasm.

“that’s it cherry, use me like you’ve always wanted.” fuck sunghoon’s words were not (but was) helping.

your hands gripped his shoulders, trying to steady yourself as your movements increased as your orgasm was approaching.

your thighs started to become wet from your own juices, a big spot covering sungoon’s outline.

sunghoon pulled you closer as you came, he began sucking and kissing your neck, sending you over the edge even more.

your movements slowed down, as his hands stayed glued to your hips. your breathing became heavy against his collarbone, you giving it a peck, leaving a lip mark.

you’ve had two orgasms, sunghoon none. you leaned back to look sunghoon in the eyes. “what about you coming?”

sunghoon’s lips perked up, “cherry, i’ll come, don’t you worry.”

sunghoon from underneath, pulled down his sweat pants, your thighs and cunt somewhat hovering over him. you felt his tip brush against your folds, your body shivering with excitement.

you only hoped your toys prepared you enough for this moment. sunghoon pushed his sweats off as far as he could, down to his ankles. his shirt came off next, along with yours, leaving you both completely naked.

“cherry, i hope you used a dildo big enough.” he stated as he pulled a condom out from between the couch cushions. you were to entranced to even comment on that.

you bit your lip, “i hope so too, hoon.” you sighed against his lips, kissing him, as he helped you ease down on his hard cock after he put on the condom.

you bit down on his lip when he fully pushed you down on his length, a loud moan coming from you both.

“fuck, so tight cherry.” sunghoon groaned, head leaning back against the couch. “those toys did nothing to prepare you for me.”

you stayed still, both in a comfortable position. “i’m scared to move.”

“just go slow, okay?” sunghoon’s fingertips ran up and down your spine to comfort you. with a sigh of pleasure, you lifted your hips to the tip only, to slowly push back down.

you were sure you felt him in your stomach. slowly, you kept a rhythm of up and down on his length, occasionally rocking your clit forward for friction.

soon your thighs were starting to tense and become tired. “hoon, can—can you take over please?” you sighed against his cheek, nose resting in his neck.

without even removing himself from in you, sunghoon stood up from the couch, your wetness dripping in between the both of you. he carried you over to his bed, your legs wrapped around him.

he laid you on the bed, again, never slipping from inside you. his hand found one of your hips, the other resting against your cheek.

“let me know if it’s too much.” sunghoon stated before he pulled out completely only to push back with such force, your cunt squelched, your eyes shutting, a loud moan leaving your lips.

“fuck! sunghoon!”

you wasn’t expecting that. but honestly, you wasn’t expecting or even wanting him to be gentle.

for the next however long, which felt like hours, sunghoon rutted his cock in and out of your cunt with ease, your wetness spilling out on your thighs and his.

his thumb came down to your clit, rubbing left, right, up, and down, stimulating you just right to bring you to your third orgasm of the night.

“that’s it cherry, baby come on my cock. come on your first cock. fuck!” sunghoon moaned. “such a dirty slut thinking about your enemy while with that ex of yours.”

“hoon—sorry,” you apologized for no reason at all. why was you apologizing?

“wanted me to be the one to pop your cherry? got your wish.” sunghoon sighed, his pace of thrusts speeding up and becoming sloppy as he was chasing his first orgasm. “fucking whore thinking of me while playing with your toys. imagining it was me eating you out. kissing you. all while with—,”

with a loud, explosive moan, you cut sunghoon off as you came for the third time. no squirting involved, but you did have so much wetness dripping out of you, anyone could be mistaken.

sunghoon released into the condom with a low, throaty, growl-like moan, collapsing on top of you before rolling off.

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sometime in the middle of the night, you heard hush whispers. you didn’t move an inch, only somewhat, subconsciously listening.

“sorry man, i can ask her to leave?”

“absolutely not! i’ll go bunk with her roommate for this trip. once i tell her why i need somewhere to sleep she will be more than thrilled.”

it was heeseung, coming in after 3 am. once he saw you and sunghoon in the same bed, he didn’t even ask questions, only smiled.

about damn time you two fucked the anger out of one another.

sunghoon crawled back in bed next to you, your body only covered by a shirt of his. sunghoon stared at your sleeping figure with a smile.

you were finally his.

[shewholoveshee]

cherry popper

heeseung x reader

getting your cherry popped by popular f-boy, lee heeseung

adult content featured, read at your own discretion

requests are open

tonight, you were on a mission. on a mission to get rid of your virginity! maybe a frat party wasn’t the best place to lose your virginity, but you knew who you wanted to take it.

lee heeseung.

except you didn’t know if he cherry popped girls or wanted them already experienced.

you couldn’t blame him or any guys though if they preferred not to be the one to take a girl’s virginity. there was a bad stigma around girls who had sex for the first time.

they became attached. needed rose petals and slow sex. needed to cuddle afterwards.

well, not you. at your age, you just wanted it out of the way. the term “virginity” was stupid anyway.

you’ve heard the good things about lee heeseung when it comes to his bed activities. so why not lose your virginity to a guy who was 99% sure to make you come your first time?

there’s nothing more depressing than having your first time be with a guy who is terrible in bed.

your friend knocked on your forehead with a laugh. “you okay?”

you nodded with a smile. “still on the hunt.”

“he’ll be here any minute. just remember, don’t pounce on him. you have to seem mysterious. he’s never seen you here before, so just seem uninterested. he’ll come to you.”

“got it!” you nodded and took a small sip of your cup. you didn’t want to be drunk or even tipsy, but just wanted enough to calm your nerves.

you’ve heard how alcohol ruins some people’s sex drives. even heard the term, ‘whiskey dick,’ so you’re hoping heeseung doesn’t suffer from that.

forty minutes passed, and you still hadn’t seen heeseung, giving up to even look for him. you sighed and looked at your friend.

“i’m going to the bathroom.”

“need me?”

you shook your head. “i’ll be fine.”

you made your way up the stairs, following your friends directions to the bathroom upstairs. your pink miniskirt for sure was covering nothing of your behind, but your friend convinced you to show more skin than usual. your baby tee was tight and short, perfectly flaunting your chest.

once you finished in the bathroom, you quickly gave yourself a once over look in the mirror and opened the door, only to run into a tall figure.

well if that wasn’t perfect timing and a coincidence by the universe.

“hmp, sorry!” you huffed out looking up to eye heeseung.

“no worries baby. haven’t seen you around here before?” he smiled.

oh damn he was a smooth talker.

“oh yeah—first party, with, um, my friend.” you stuttered out.

there was no need for you to pretend to be all shy around him. his aura made you shy. you still had to force yourself to not outright ask, ‘hey heeseung, can you take my virginity?’

all heeseung was doing was smiling at you and you felt intimated. how the fuck were you gonna get this man in bed?

heeseung proved to be easy.

his eyes flipped from your eyes to your lips, back to your eyes, suddenly wanting a taste of the girl who’s never been to a party before. who he has never seen before.

his thumb traced your bottom lip, his own bottom lip being caught between his teeth. “i saw you downstairs with your friend, and thought to myself, ‘damn she’s hot as fuck.’” heeseung whispered out to you.

“re—really?” you asked surprised.

how long has he been here? eyeing you? why hadn’t you seen him walk in?

he nodded, “i knew i had to have you.” he said leaning down to kiss your lips with a peck, leaving you wanting more.

yeah, he wanted you for sure because yes, you were cute, but also, fresh-meat at this party. he couldn’t let his friends get to the cute new girl first.

from observation, he could tell you were the shy type, and he was allured even more by you because of that.

the peck left you wanting more. his lips were just so soft. you’ve kissed boys before, but his lips were the softest.

“mhm, wanna make out?”

“are you twelve?” you teased at the way he asked you.

heeseung chuckled. “just trying to be polite.”

you nodded. he grabbed your hand in his, intertwining your fingers together. heeseung pulled you to a bedroom at the end of the hall.

surprisingly the room was clean and neat. you’ve seen the horror pictures and movies and videos of frat houses.

your friend had told you, the upstairs was completely off limits and they reinforced it. but if you had to use the bathroom (the clean one) sneak upstairs. she had distracted the guy blocking the stairs.

you stood in the middle of the room awkwardly, after heeseung let go of your hand, walking towards the bed.

he smirked. “no need to be shy.” he patted his lap. “you can come sit.”

he wants you to sit on his lap?

you slowly walked towards him, slowly resting on his lap. your knees on either side of his hips. his own hands went to rest on your hips.

bringing your lips down to meet his, you both started making out like a bunch of horny teens. heeseung took it slow with you at first, before his kisses became more desperate and longing. wanting more from you.

his hands squeezed your hips, catching you off guard, and he took the opportunity to poke his tongue in your mouth.

your hands wrapped around his neck, your lower half beginning to feel a bit wet. heeseungs own lower half was starting to get hard, you able to feel him through his jeans and your short skirt.

you rubbed your lower half against him, heeseung letting out a low gritted moan. “keeping doing that and i will come in my pants.” he gripped your ass from under your skirt.

you smiled against his kisses. “again, what are you? a teenage boy?”

heeseung actually loved the teasing. he squeezed your hips tighter, tickling lightly, causing you to squeal.

he flipped you on your back on the bed so he was hovering over you. his lips never leaving yours, he lifted your skirt up more, pulling your underwear to the side.

his middle finger rubbed circles around your clit and the hole of your cunt, teasing you to get you worked up, slick, and ready for him.

his finger teased at your entrance, he could feel the tightness of you.

although you’ve pleasured yourself a few times, your fingers were in no comparison to heeseung.

heeseungs finger slowly entered you, his lips still not leaving their spot from you, and as he slowly inched deeper, you whined into his mouth at the feeling.

slight sting but feeling good. heeseung slowly added another finger and began pumping his fingers in and out of you, his lips moving to suck on a sweet spot on your neck.

an odd sensation came, you riding heeseungs fingers, feeling your stomach feel tight, your cunt becoming needier.

“ride my fingers, there you go.” heeseung said to you.

you bit your lower lip and an over pleasuring sensation came over you.

did you just come? you thought it’d be more intense than that.

you felt good, and when he went to rub his fingers against your clit, you did feel over sensitive.

you didn’t realize heeseung had left a hickey on your neck.

heeseung removed his fingers from you, standing up to unbutton his belt and pants pulling them and his boxers down.

leaning on your elbows, your eyes widened at his length. aw shit.

heeseung pumped his own length a few times, “mhm, open your mouth.”

“can you be a little nicer?” you asked with a smile.

“please open your mouth?”

you nodded and scooted towards the end of the bed where you sat comfortably while heeseung stood.

you licked his tip, swirling your tongue around the head before slowly taking just the head in between your lips giving it a suck.

“please don’t tease.” heeseung sighed. your mouth just felt too good.

you smiled with his dick in your mouth, opening a bit wider to take his length in as much as you could. your hand stimulating whatever was left over and his balls.

you did have a gag reflex, and you weren’t about to test it now.

“fuck, so good. please come to these parties more often.” heeseung sighed out as your head pumped back and forth against him.

you sucked, your tongue swirling against the underside, your hand putting small pressure on his balls, squeezing just right for him.

heeseungs hand went to the back of your head, and when he pushed a bit for more than you could take, you choked, your gag reflex kicking in.

you pulled away, needing to breathe, a line of your spit between his tip and your lips.

“fuck that was hot. i love a girl with a gag reflex honestly.” heeseung moaned. he took your jaw back in between his hands, his thumb tapping your lower lip to open.

you followed, and he stuffed his dick back into your mouth, his tip hitting the back of your throat, you gagging once again.

heeseung had to control himself to not lose control and just fuck your face.

as you bobbed your head, heeseung also moved his hips back and forth. “mhm, mouth feels so good, i’m gonna come.”

you used your hand to help stimulate what your mouth couldn’t. heeseungs moans became lower and more messy.

“fuck, can i come in your mouth?”

you nodded, and that’s all he needed before hot spurts of his come entered your throat. heeseung let out strings of curse words in pleasure.

“fuck that was hot.” he mumbled, catching his breath.

with your skirt still flipped up, heeseung undressed your lower half completely, and he finished taking off his clothing, grabbing a condom from the pocket of his jeans.

most girls would probably be like, ‘return the favor!’ but if you came one more time without his dick, you wouldn’t have the stanima to go a third round on his dick. tonight, you were okay with giving a blowjob and not getting your pussy ate.

heeseung kissed you, tasting himself, biting your lower lip, all while slipping on the condom.

you hadn’t realized how fast and skilled he was until you felt his head prodding your hole.

“oh fuck!” you whispered. your eyes squeezed shut, one hand gripping his shoulder, the other the bed covers.

“mhm so tight, like no one’s ever fucked this pussy.” heeseung mumbled out.

he slowly eased into you, feeling the warmth and resistance but thought nothing much of it. heeseung thought maybe you just hadn’t been with a guy of his size.

you bit down on your lower lip, the stinging sensation back, you fighting off the feeling of the pain trying to focus on the pleasure.

breathing deeply through your nose, you tried your best to relax, heeseungs eyebrows knitted in confusion and focus.

he slowly moved his length back and forth, feeling your hand tighten on his shoulder.

that’s when it hit him. the tightness and resistance. your eyebrows knitted, eyes closed. your hand having a death grip on him and the bed.

“are you fucking serious?” he said out loud, taking you off guard, you opened your eyes, “are you a virgin?” he narrowed his eyes at you.

a tear dropped down your cheek, you sniffling your nose. “please don’t be mad.” you sighed out a little sob.

heeseung shook his head. “it’s not that im mad, im just—i don’t know.”

regardless, heeseung didn’t pull out, but he didn’t move further. he stayed still inside of you.

you sniffled again. “it’s just—i—i was tired of being a virgin, and i heard about your reputation of being with a lot of girls and being able to please them. i didn’t want my first time to suck, and i debated on telling you, but i didn’t know if you were the type to get an ick when it came to virgins!”

heeseung lowered his head in shame. he couldn’t believe someone who sucked dick so good was a virgin.

“you suck dick too good for a virgin.” he said then raised his eyebrow at you.

you smiled shyly, “i uh, never did that either.”

“fuck! what have you done that i wasn’t your first?”

“i’ve used my own fingers, but of course that doesn’t compare to yours. and yes, i have kissed others before.”

heeseung sighed, “this is bad,”

before he could finish you cut him off, “no! it doesn’t have to be okay? i promise i won’t get attached, i am not expecting anything from you after this okay? i don’t need roses or cuddles either. i know what i’m getting myself into, heeseung.”

“you know my name, but i don’t even know yours. can i at least have the name of the girl’s virginity i took?”

you told him your name. “i’m really sorry, i didn’t mean to undermine you.”

heeseung laughed, “yes you did and it’s honestly okay and kind of refreshing. usually im the one undermining girls.”

all while this conversation went on, heeseung was still hard and sat still in you.

“i’m surprised you’re still hard.”

“my dick is in a tight pussy. a virgin pussy. must have a virginity or corruption kink, i guess.”

“i’m okay. can we please continue, heeseung?”

heeseung nodded slowly. “only if i can be the first one to eat that pussy too.”

you chuckled, “as you wish.”

heeseung began to move, his pace slow. he finished bottoming out, a loud moan leaving your lips, but you tapped his shoulder with two fingers, to let him know to keep going.

heeseung pulled out to his tip, before he bottomed out once again. although you were a virgin, he wasn’t going to be too gentle with you, and you were okay with that.

after a few thrusts it began to feel better. “mhm, feels better heeseung.” you groaned, your head resting to the side.

you wrapped your legs around heeseung, locking him in, your hand resting on his cheek, bringing him down for a kiss.

“can’t believe you let me fuck this pussy first. chose me.” heeseung moaned. “so happy you let me fuck you first. going to ruin you for anyone else. not going to want anyone’s cock but mine.”

heeseung began his spew of dirty talk, which just made you wetter by each statement.

who knew dirty talk would turn you on so much.

“looks like my cherry likes dirty talk.” heeseung laughed as his pace sped up just a bit.

heeseung sat up on his knees, taking you at a different angle so he could reach deeper, and closer to your cervix.

you looked down, able to see the outline of him inside of you. you moaned at the sight.

“look at you. taking me so well. so tiny underneath me. too big for you baby.”

heeseung slightly put pressure on your lower stomach, your legs wrapping tighter, as you lifted your hips.

“gonna make you come on your first cock, cherry.”

“please make me come, hee.” you begged, your mind going blank, your vision blurry with tears of pleasure.

spews of groans, moans, random words leaving your mouth, mixed with heeseungs name.

oh yes, this was the intense orgasm people talked about. what your friends talked about, and gloated about.

heeseungs finger went to rub circles on your clit, adding pressure which tipped you over the edge.

his dick thrusting in and out. the angle of his dick hitting somewhere within you so good. his thumb on your clit. his palm pressing down on your stomach. his dirty talk and praises.

you were overwhelmed with pleasure. and in no time, with one last scream and cry, heeseungs name leaving your lips, you came around his dick.

heeseung helped you ride out your orgasm while he reached his, stilling inside you, emptying into the condom.

heeseung collapsed above you, nose to nose, and he gave you a peck on your lips, then moved his face to the crook of your neck, leaving a kiss there.

he pulled out, your lower half fluttering at the loss of him, both of you moaning from loss of each other.

heeseung rolled on his back, and took off the condom, noting a little blood. when he looked down, no blood was on him, but he was worried about you.

he looked over to you, no blood on the sheets.

“what?” you asked sitting up, feeling a bit of an ache already settling in.

“let’s get you to the bathroom. there was a bit of blood on the condom.”

your face felt hot in embarrassment. “i’m sorry.” you mumbled.

heeseung kissed your forehead. “no need to be embarrassed. it’s normal and it happens.”

heeseung got up and you followed him to the bathroom.

you made sure to empty your bladder, just tiny spotting. you groaned. “i can’t ruin my underwear.” you sighed. this was so embarrassing.

heeseung opened the cabinet, you looked over seeing pads and liners. looking back at him with a glaring expression.

“this is jays bathroom. he’s a romantic, always making sure whatever girl he’s with at the time is covered.” heeseung explained, scratching the back of his head.

“maybe i should have had jay take my virginity then.” you joked.

heeseung didn’t laugh. “absolutely not. you’re off limits to him and any of my friends now.”

crossing your arms, you stared into his eyes, “now who’s the clingy one after taking someone’s virginity?”

“get used to it cherry.”

“cherry?”

“yeah, cause i popped your cherry.”

you pushed his shoulder. “you are so—!”

“sexy? handsome? amazing in bed? i know.”

you both laughed easing any tension or doubts between one another.

heeseung left you to finish your business in the bathroom and get dressed, as he got back dressed in the bedroom.

you felt guilty allowing him to take your virginity—have sex—in his friend’s bed.

when you came out the bathroom you said, “should we offer to wash his bed sheets?”

“don’t worry, he’ll make me wash his sheets, cleanse his room, perform an exorcism.”

you both chuckled opening the door, jay leaning against the opposite wall with his arms crossed, not a happy smile.

“i lock my door for a reason! you’re damn right you’ll be washing my bedding AND performing that exorcism.”

poor jay.

[shewholoveshee]

ᝰ.ᐟyou can't leave me with just a kiss

drabble★ wc; ~1k loser﹗ jake make you mine

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Jake was popular in the campus. Not only for being handsome and popular but also from the rumors going around.

‘He’s built like a god’

‘They saw him leaving with Kate at the party’

‘He must be heavenly in bed’

You believed all of it. You couldn’t deny the fact that he’s hot, a hot nerd.

He is popular in the campus. You didn’t know him personally. You had friends who either just talked with him or were closer to him. Didn't really have a specific reason to talk to him.

You were on your bed, scrolling on a dating up on call with your best friend, not thinking much of it., swipping right and left, you saw a familiar face.

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5 hours ago you were waiting on your couch, same as the other dates. Waiting for no other than Jake to come pick you up for your date.

That night you decided to swipe on him with two possible explanations outcomes.

1. He either went the flow or got embarrassed but it went well.

2. He called you out and with his overly-social skills got you outcasted.

At first he was embarrassed to say at least but the more you talked the more he was opening up.

The first dates were chill. Started with a casual dinner at a nice restaurant, then it was a movie at the cinema. The next date was at an arcade, which ended up with him being dragged by some kids to help them win a stuffed animal.

Nothing too much happened though. A hug here and there, holding hands. ‘Nothing much’ includes multiple make out sessions at his house when it should have been a ‘movie night’.

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5 hours later you’re screaming your lungs out, sprawled on Jake’s bed. Jake had been going at you like a feral animal for the past 2 hours. Body? Sore. Legs? Sore. Pussy? Full of cum. Clit? Fucking sore.

After 3 rounds and 5 orgasms from you, he was finally happy with himself. For now.

But how the fuck did you go from a make out to sex?

Today’s date was a bit more sensual. Started with you asking if he wanted to have dinner together later that day at his home and watch a movie.

The whole hang out was weird, more sensual than the other dates. Jake made sure to be more open, more obvious. It just started with him kneading your thigh nearly 10 mins in the movie, clearly distracted.

The problem? You continued it. Halfway through the movie you were back to normal, sitting next to each other, nothing much. By the end of the movie you were rubbing him over his sweats, eyes focused on the TV in front of you like you didn’t give a shit.

Eventually, the movie ended. You got up and started getting your stuff while Jake was watching you from the couch, palming himself through his sweats now.

Five minutes later you were by the door, ready to leave. “You’re leaving?”, Jake got up and stopped in front of you. Too close. So close you could feel his breath on your face.

You tilted your head, a fake look of confusion on your face. “Shouldn’t I?” You were acting like you hadn’t given a poor virgin a fucking boner, leaving him wanting more.

The eye contact never broke. No one looked away. Jake’s eyes were talking for him. Full of lust, full of want, full of need.

You leaned in, lips brushing but not kissing him yet. Jake had had enough. He pulled you in, one hand gripping your waist and one on the back of your neck, deepening the kiss.

You pulled out from the kiss, both out of breath. Jake looked like he physically needed more but you wouldn’t give in.

“You’re not leaving now.” “Why not?”

“You’re can’t leave me with just a kiss.”

[shewholoveshee]

babygirl- sim jaeyun

genre: smut, based on the desire : unleash make ver and this idea by @samluvikue

pairing: posessive bf!jake × fem!reader

taglist: @urlocalmultigroupfan @minkilicious @vrusha01 @shyoko @emisluvr (open taglist)

word count: 1.9k

now playing: into it- chase atlantic

a.n- ty bbg for this idea teehee | also for my bbg @keehoes bc she wanted a jake fic 🤭🤭🤭

tw: hard dom!jake, profanity, light fingering, unprotected sex, bondage, daddy kink, doggy style, degradation, light spanking, hair pulling, dacraphylia, creampie, dubcon.... might be it idk

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jake was pissed.

at you, to be clear.

how could he not be? you were giggling at the bar with some friend from college, and her boyfriend that you had noticed halfway through the party.

her boyfriend who wouldn't stop looking at you.

jake was trying to focus on the conversation, an important one that could boost his career, but he couldn't stop looking at you, your fucking smile, looking like you had just heard the funniest joke in the world.

that was his smile. his laugh. his girl.

he was ready to punch the shit out of this guy. he was staring at you like his fucking girlfriend wasn't standing right next to him.

jackass.

"i'm sorry mr. hwang," he says, nodding to the man in front of him. "now isn't really the best time to discuss work. perhaps i could meet you for lunch sometime to discuss it more thoroughly?"

"of course. i'll give you a call. this is a golden opportunity for you mr. sim."

"i understand, thank you sir." jake bows out of the conversation and places his champagne glass on a platter held by a waiter. he saunters over to where you were standing, coming up behind you and placing his hand at the base of your spine.

"hey baby," he says, plastering a smile onto his face.

a fake one.

"who's this?" jake asks, gesturing to your friend, not bothering to include her boyfriend.

"it's mai, baby. she and i went to college together before i transferred."

"oh, that's a coincidence!" says jake, smiling at mai.

she nods and pats her boyfriend's shoulder. "this is liam."

liam sticks his hand out to shake jake's, smiling at him.

jake doesn't take it.

"very nice. look, y/n," he turns to you, whispering in your ear. "it's time to go now."

"but-"

"now."

you glance at mai and give her an apologetic smile. liam's smirk fades faster than he swooped in on you.

jake guides you out of the room and outside to his parked car, keeping his hand on your back the entire way.

"jake, what's going on?" you ask, nervously glancing at his cold expression as he slid into the car.

he doesn't say anything. just clenches his jaw and starts the engine.

you tap your fingers on your thighs and bounce your leg, a nervous habit.

jake knew. he let one hand drop from the wheel and latch onto your leg, holding it down. his fingers dug into your skin, his thumb pressing hard against your outer thigh while his others squeezed between your legs.

you let a soft gasp slip out, and it takes all of jake's willpower not to smirk. not to fold.

because he wasn't going to let you win.

"ikeu... what's happening? did i do something wrong?" you bat your eyelashes innocently at him. you didn't know what you had done to make him so... mad, but you did know how to tease.

"you want to know? get inside." he says, pulling into the driveway and climbing out of the car.

you slowly follow him into the house, making a point of not keeping up with his brisk pace.

"you can go faster." he hisses, glaring at you. "hurry the fuck up."

you speed up ever so slightly.

"oh don't fucking start," he groans, grabbing you by the arm and practically dragging you through the front door. his grip is harsh, exactly what you wanted.

he pulls you to the bedroom, and pushes you onto the bed. you watch him open and rifle through his nightstand, pulling a rope out.

your heart stops.

not because bondage was new, god knows it wasn't with how possessive jake got, but ropes weren't ever part of the picture.

just handcuffs... maybe a blindfold.

not this.

"jake, please don't" you say, scared and yet still dripping for him. both of you know that you dont mean it. you want this. the evidence was pooling in your panties from the start.

"it's time to tie you up babygirl." jake smirks, twisting the rope in his hands. "just be calm and listen to daddy."

you feel his fingers from behind you as he kneels on the bed, pulling the straps of your dress down and revealing your bare breasts. they lightly graze over your nipples, and you twitch at the sensation.

"you like that?" he asks, pulling your dress further down your chest.

"yes, daddy" you whimper, shivering at the cold air on your skin. his hands sink lower, slipping the dress off your legs and leaving you in only your panties.

exposed.

his.

"you wanna keep going around lookin' like that and making other guys fucking drool over you?" he questions, tying your arms back and wrapping the rope around your waist.

you couldn't move now.

you didn't want to.

he grabs your hand and presses it against his cock, your wrist contorting in the bonds to feel how hard he already was.

"feel that? feel how much im gon' pump into you? how much im gonna make you mine?"

you whine and give him a small squeeze, feeling his bulge press against your timid fingers.

he climbs off the bed to stand in front of you, holding the end of the rope near your face. "gon' put this in your mouth baby, need you quiet while i fuck some sense into you."

you nod, heart racing and legs shaking. "please daddy."

"stay quiet f'me babygirl." he says before gagging you with the rope.

you sputter around the rough material, and jake hovers over you. you feel so vulnerable in front of him. he's still fully clothed in front of you, his white shirt unbuttoned a little and his pants straining from his cock.

he kneels down, hands dragging up your thighs and pulling down your panties.

"fucking soaked.... this turning you on baby? being tied up like a fucking animal?"

your nod is frantic, a desperate sound coming from your throat. jake smirks and lets his fingers trace over your clit, a knowing look in his eyes as he smirks up at you.

and then his fingers dip lower.

and lower.

until he's spreading your folds with his middle and ring finger, his free hand attached to your thigh like it was glued there.

you twitch against the ropes, jake's hands like ice on your skin that felt like fire while he collected your slick on his fingers.

"little slut... so fucking wet for daddy, huh? nice 'n ready for me to fuck every little whine and moan out of you yeah? jesus christ, you want it so bad, don't you?"

you whimper into the rope in your mouth, thighs twitching while jake stands back up and slowly traces his fingers across the scratchy cord wrapped around your breasts.

"gon' pound you so fucking hard... you're gonna be screaming through those ropes before i'm anywhere close to done... god, you look so damn hot like this, babygirl." he groans, reaching for the cuffs of his shirt and slowly rolling each sleeve up to his elbow, exposing his veiny and muscled arms.

you were already drooling against the rope shoved between your teeth, but good lord that probably made your mouth even more wet.

his eyes are heavy, half lidded and dark with the desire of everything he wanted to do to you. of every sound he wanted to force you to suppress. of every twitch and shift he wanted to feel. wanted you to feel.

"get back... c'mon, turn around for me babygirl... wanna see that nice fuckin' ass." he groans, twisting you around by your hips and shoving your face into the pillow. he kneels behind you on the bed, rubbing his erection onto your exposed and sopping pussy.

"you like that?" he chuckles when your fingers fidget against the rope, your wrists pulling against the knots. "you gonna let me ruin you? fuck you so hard you can't even remember your name? make you go dumb on my cock and show you who you belong to?"

you can't help it when you scoot backwards to grind against him.

jake slaps your ass and laughs when you whimper into the gag. "no, you're gonna stay put babygirl. you don't get to move, to tease. you get to take it like the little whore you are."

you can hear the zipper of his pants being pulled down, can feel the fabric brush against the backs of your thighs and his dick fall out and slap your cunt.

tears are starting to slip out of your eyes now, the ache between your legs too much as jake teases your clit with his tip.

and then he pushes in.

all at once.

your scream is muffled against the rope and the pillow, but he still smacks your already marked ass for it.

"shut the fuck up." he practically growls, already setting a pace that your poor cunt was struggling to keep up with.

he grabs the rope on your wrists, using it as leverage while his other hand grips your hair and pulls hard. you cry even more, your chest heaving with sobs as jake pounds into you like he's trying to wipe your memory of everything other than his name from the inside out.

and he is.

he watches while his pants, still pooled at the middle of his thighs, collect your slick as he rams his hips into you. the liquid stains the hem of his dress shirt too, and he doesn't make a move to fix either.

he just fucks you until you're at the edge.

then stops.

you gasp into the rope, shaking at the loss of his wonderful cock and begging for more without words. the way your cunt clenched around nothing was enough.

"look at you, all ruined f'me, huh?" jake removes his hand from your hair and pulls the rope out of your mouth. "what's my name, babygirl?"

you choke on your words, throat sore, lips dry and cracked. "j-jake..." you whisper, watching his smirk turn to a frown out of the corner of your eye.

"wrong." he says, grabbing the back of your neck and shoving your face back into the pillow. he doesn't bother to gag you again, just pushes his cock back in and starts fucking you faster.

"you're gon' get it right before i let you cum, okay babygirl? gonna be a smart little slut, huh?" he moans, pushing you deeper into the pillow and barely leaving enough room for you to nod.

"good girl... my girl."

his dick hits so deep inside you, you think you might pass out with how good it felt. you could feel his shirt sticking to your skin with every thrust, your slick coating all the way from the tails to the first button.

you were a mess.

all for jake.

he felt your cunt clenching harder, your walls pulling him in and practically pushing him out at the same time.

"c'mon baby. you wan' cum? yeah?" you moan into the pillow, squeezing his cock impossibly harder. "what's my name?"

"shit.... daddy! please!"

he can't stop himself from filling your cunt with his seed, a loud groan ripped from his throat as he tells you "fuck- good job babygirl, cum on my cock, make a mess on me like the good girl you are."

he doesn't have to tell you twice.

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✧When an Enhypen member catches another jerking off to you ✦༺

𓂃✧This writing is my own; no copies, adaptations, or translations are allowed. I hope you like it. ✦ 3.7K words * Masterlist˚ Taglist₊‧ ✦𓂃 

enhypen x reader ⚠️ CW : NSFW / +18 — rough sex, jealousy, voyeurism, possessive & dominant behavior, light choking, wall sex, public risk, filming, dirty talk, eye contact, light humiliation, masturbation (caught), third-party presence, intense kissing. Minors DNI. Read responsibly.

✧ Heeseung ----------

Heeseung walked toward Sunghoon’s room with total calm, like any other day. He just wanted to tell him to hurry up—it was time to leave. But before he could even knock on the door, he stopped.

A deep, rough, wet sound. Staggered breaths. Soft thumps against the mattress.

And he knew.

His first instinct was to laugh. The second, disgust. But what he didn’t expect… was rage.

Heeseung swung the door open.

Sunghoon straightened on the bed, startled. His phone slipped from his hand—and that hand, still wrapped around his cock, froze.

The silence was brutal. Until Heeseung looked down at the screen.. And saw it. A photo of you. Your body. Your face. Yours.

His jaw tightened. He grabbed the phone, the screen still glowing with the image Sunghoon had been using. Without a word, he deleted it. His finger trembled with fury.

He slowly turned toward him.

“Honestly? I feel like breaking your fucking face.”

Sunghoon didn’t speak. Didn’t move. He knew he’d fucked up.

But Heeseung didn’t lunge at him. Not yet. He walked over, slowly, phone still in hand, until he was standing right in front of him. His stare burned.

“You jerk off to my girl… and don’t even have the decency to hide it?”

“You’re that desperate you need to get off to her face right here?”

Sunghoon swallowed hard, still naked under the sheets.

“It wasn’t serious... just a picture—”

“Shut the fuck up.”

Heeseung leaned in and grabbed him by the collar, dragging him closer.

“Wanna know what she does when she cums? What she moans, what she begs for, what she swallows when she’s on her knees for me?”

He let go with a shove, knocking Sunghoon back onto the bed.

“You’ve got a picture. I’ve got her body screaming my name. And I’m not letting some bastard like you jerk off to that.”

Heeseung turned to leave, but paused at the door.

“Next time I catch you looking at her like that… I won’t delete the picture. I’ll smash your fucking face into the wall.”

And with trembling fingers, he slammed the door behind him.

…

Later that day, on his way to your place, a dark idea crossed Heeseung’s mind. When you opened the door, his face was already flushed with something dangerous. He stepped in, gently but with purpose, and lifted you into his arms, drawing a gasp from your lips.

“You’ve got a mission today, baby,” he growled with a wicked smile. “You’re gonna moan my name, real loud,for me.”

He set you down on the kitchen counter and pulled out his phone.

“Alright, sweetheart?”

He placed the phone to the side, voice memo already recording—right into Sunghoon’s chat.

Before you could react, his lips crashed onto yours, his hands roaming down your sides until they reached your panties. He yanked them off and tossed them somewhere across the kitchen.

He was rough, but not cruel—his fingers slid into you without warning, finding a steady rhythm. Moans poured out of you, his name echoing with each breathless cry. A satisfied smile curled on Heeseung’s lips.

“That’s my fucking good girl.”

His fingers moved faster, hitting spots you didn’t even know existed. By the time you came undone in his hand, the message had already been sent—Heeseung eager to picture the shame and fury on Sunghoon’s face.

But it took less than a minute to get a reply. And it broke Heeseung.

“Damn, Heeseung, our girl sounds so good. Thanks for the audio. I’ll put it to good use tonight.”

Heeseung nearly exploded.

“OUR girl? That motherfucker!”

His face flushed red with rage. You didn’t know how this would end, but one thing was clear: these two were either going to kill each other… or fuck.

And honestly, the second one sounded a whole lot more likely.

✧ Jay ----------

Your legs were still trembling on the bed, your whole body sensitive from what Jay had just done to you. He placed a soft kiss on your forehead while his hand gently caressed your thigh.

“I’m going to grab a towel to clean you up. Don’t move.”

You nodded silently, still breathless, your chest rising and falling in uneven waves. Jay walked calmly out of the room, but as he passed a half-open door in the hallway, he stopped.

There was a sound. Panting. And your name.

The voice was unmistakable. Jungwon was inside, gasping hard, your name slipping from his lips in broken sighs.

Jay froze. For a second, he couldn't believe it—but that was all the time he needed to understand. He closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and returned to the room without saying a word.

You looked at him, puzzled when he came back empty-handed.

“Everything okay?” you asked, sensing something in his expression.

Jay didn’t answer. Instead, he walked straight to the bed and took your legs in his hands, spreading them apart without warning. You shivered.

“No. Everything’s not okay.”

He leaned over you, his eyes burning with something fierce.

“You wanna know what I heard in the hallway?”

“Jungwon. Saying your name. While he jerked himself off.”

Your face went blank. You didn’t say anything, you couldn’t. But Jay didn’t seem to care.

“I’m going to make sure he hears this loud and fucking clear.”

He lowered himself between your thighs, not bothering with tenderness this time. His tongue was fierce—fast, focused, relentless.  A loud moan escaped your lips before you could stop it.

Jay glanced up and muttered:

“That. That’s the sound I want.”

He climbed over you, flipped you onto your stomach with swift hands, and raised your hips until you were on all fours.

“You’re going to scream my name. So loud he’ll never dare think of you again.”

Without warning, he thrust into you hard, drawing a sharp cry from your lips. His rhythm was fast, intense, merciless.

“Say it. I want to hear it.”

“Jay… fuck, Jay…!”

“Louder.”

“JAY! It’s you, only you!”

He let out a low growl of satisfaction and drove into you harder, gripping your waist tight as the sound of skin against skin filled the room.

“That’s it. Let him hear it. Let him know who you belong to.”

His hands ran up your back, then tangled in your hair, pulling you slightly back.

“Are you still thinking about him?”

“Do you like that he’s listening?”

You couldn’t answer. The pleasure was overwhelming. Your body trembled with every thrust until you finally came undone with a choked cry, and Jay felt it—your walls tightening around him.

He held you tighter, his breathing ragged.

“I’m going to brand this into your skin.”

And he did.

He came deep inside you with a strained groan, resting his forehead on your back, still for a moment, letting his breath cool on your skin.

Then, without letting go, he whispered:

“He better not touch himself thinking about you again. Because next time…”“…I’ll leave the door wide open. So he doesn’t just hear it. He sees it.”

✧ Jake ----------

You were on a video call with Jake, sitting on your bed, wearing one of his oversized shirts that barely reached mid-thigh. Your hair was a bit messy, your expression soft and playful. He watched you from his room, smiling as you talked about your day—silly things, random thoughts—laughing, making cute gestures, absentmindedly playing with the hem of the shirt.

What you didn’t know… was that someone else was in the room with him.

Ni-ki.

He was sitting on the other side of the desk, wearing headphones, supposedly watching a video. But Jake noticed something was off. He saw how Ni-ki subtly glanced at the screen… and how his hand disappeared beneath the desk.

Jake froze.

He looked back at the screen. You were still smiling, crossing your legs innocently.

Then he heard it. A soft gasp. From Ni-ki.

And just like that, something snapped inside him.

Without a word, Jake closed his laptop. He stood up, stormed across the room, and yanked the headphones off Ni-ki. With one swift motion, he shoved his chair back.

“Are you out of your fucking mind?”

Ni-ki didn’t answer. He just lowered his head, ashamed, but not apologizing.

Jake’s jaw clenched. He slammed the door shut, hard. Then walked back, reopened his laptop, and your face reappeared on the screen.

“Jake? What happened? Are you okay?”

He sat down in front of the camera, his gaze locked on you.

“Nothing. I just… I can’t stop thinking about how fucking good you look in my shirt.”

You laughed nervously. Jake smiled too, but something had shifted. His eyes were darker. Hungry.

“Can you do something for me, baby?”

“Slide the shirt off one shoulder. Just a little.”

You blinked in surprise, but obeyed. You let the fabric fall, baring your shoulder.

Jake exhaled sharply. He knew Ni-ki was still in the room, silent, stuck, knowing he couldn’t leave.

“That’s it. Stay like that. Now show me a little more.”

You bit your lip, hesitating.

“Why are you being like this…?”

“Because someone was watching you the way they shouldn’t. And now I need to remind him who you belong to.”

You looked down, shy, but there was something in your eyes. A spark. Jake saw it. And that was all he needed.

“I’m going to make sure you hear exactly what I’d do to you if you were here…”

And without warning, he pulled his sweatpants down, his hand wrapping around himself slowly, deliberately.

Your eyes widened. Your breath quickened.

Jake licked his lips and smirked, knowing Ni-ki was still frozen in the corner, watching it all unfold.

“This is for you. And if anyone else dares to look again… I’ll break their fucking hands.”

He didn’t take his eyes off the camera as his hand began to move with more rhythm. Your cheeks flushed. You couldn’t look away.

Your thighs instinctively pressed together, and Jake noticed instantly.

“Are you squeezing your legs?”

“Open them.”

Your breath hitched. You did as he said, slowly, trembling.

“Just like that. Let me see.”

Then his tone dropped, deep and cutting, as he tilted his head slightly.

“And you, the one in the back… listen well.”

“This face. These moans. They’re mine. And all you’ll ever get… is the sound of me fucking her until she can’t even speak.”

His eyes returned to you, darker now, his hand pumping faster.

“Touch yourself.”

“I want to see you soaking wet, knowing someone else is dying to be me… but never will.”

Your hand slipped under the shirt. A soft whimper escaped your lips, and Jake groaned in response.

“That’s it, baby. Give it all to me. I want you to come for me, right now… while he sits there, not even able to breathe without hating himself for wanting you.”

✧ Sunghoon ----------

Sunghoon hadn’t expected to walk in on that.

He was just heading up to grab a hoodie he’d lent Heeseung, but as he passed by the slightly open door… he heard it.

Moans. Your name. And it wasn’t his own voice saying it. He peeked in, curious… and saw.

Heeseung was leaning against the headboard, body tense, his hand moving steadily between his legs. But what truly froze him in place was what Heeseung was holding in the other hand: A photo of you. That photo of you at the beach. The one only Sunghoon had. He stared for a few seconds in silence, not moving. Until Heeseung opened his eyes… and saw him.

“Shit…” he muttered, instantly pulling his hand away. The photo dropped to the floor.

Sunghoon didn’t say anything at first. He glanced down, picked up the picture calmly, slid it into the back pocket of his jeans… then looked up with a raised brow.

“Are you seriously jerking off to my girl?”

Heeseung opened his mouth, but nothing coherent came out.

Sunghoon just watched him. No yelling. No anger.

“Wanna really see her?”

Heeseung frowned, confused.

“Then come with me.”

…

Minutes later, Heeseung was sitting in the corner armchair of Sunghoon’s bedroom. From there, he had the perfect view.

You were on the bed, wearing a loose shirt that barely covered you. You didn’t know anyone else was there. You were smiling at Sunghoon, that smile that always drove him insane.

He leaned in, kissed you softly, and gently pushed the fabric up to expose your hips.

“Can I have you now, baby?”

“Always, Hoon…” you whispered, hands gliding up to his neck.

He laid you down carefully, settling between your thighs, trailing kisses down your skin like he had all the time in the world.

“You look so fucking beautiful like this…”

From the chair, Heeseung watched, breath shallow, heart racing.

Sunghoon leaned down, lips brushing yours as he whispered:

“Do me a favor…”

“What kind…?”

“Moan for me. Loud this time I want someone else to hear what he’ll never have.”

And then he pushed into you, deep and smooth. Your moan was soft at first, but it rose with each thrust.

The pace wasn’t rushed—it was intense, focused, like Sunghoon was trying to claim every inch of you.

On the chair, Heeseung was already falling apart. His hand slid down. Slowly at first.

He couldn’t look away. Your body. Your lips. The way you arched beneath Sunghoon…

And then your eyes found his. You looked straight at him. Held his gaze. And smiled. A soft, teasing, breathless smile full of heat.

While Sunghoon gripped your hips and thrust harder, you never broke eye contact with Heeseung. You bit your lip. Raised your hips. Took him deeper.

And then you moaned. Loud. Shameless. For him. Looking right at him.

And Heeseung? 

He completely lost it.

✧ Sunoo ----------

The house was completely silent when you got up to look for Sunoo. You’d woken in the middle of the night, missing the warmth of his body next to yours.

Barefoot, and wearing nothing but one of your oversized shirts, you walked quietly down the hallway. A faint light shone beneath one of the doors—you assumed he was there.

You didn’t knock. You just opened the door softly…

And froze. Jake was sitting on the bed, shirtless, his face tense, his hand between his legs. But that wasn’t the worst part. It was what he was holding in his arms. Your shirt. The one you swore you’d tossed in the dirty laundry.

And his voice…

“Fuck, Y/n…”

Then he looked up—and saw you.

His whole face shifted, panic crashing into him all at once. He sat up fast, still breathless, guilt painted across his expression.

“Y/n… I didn’t—”

But he never got to finish. The door behind you flew open. Sunoo.

He grabbed your arm without saying a word, slammed the door shut behind you both, and pulled you down the hallway toward his room.

You didn’t resist. You couldn’t speak. His face was unreadable—but in his eyes, there was something new.

Rage. Wounded pride. And desire.

Once inside, he closed the door behind you. Still holding your wrist, his eyes swept over you slowly.

“Are you okay?” he asked, voice low and restrained. You nodded, still in shock at what you'd just walked in on.

Sunoo took a deep breath. Stepped closer. Then again.

Until your back hit the door. His hand rose to your face, his thumb brushing your cheek, but his gaze never softened.

“Don’t go walking into rooms that aren’t mine again.”

His tone wasn’t gentle. It was firm. Dominant. And that version of him turned you on instantly.

“You’re mine.”

Then, without warning, he kissed you. Hard. No hesitation.

His tongue claimed your mouth like he owned it, and his hands slid down your waist, pushing you toward the bed. He pulled your shirt off in one swift move, then laid you down—careful, but relentless. He climbed over you, his skin warm against yours, his expression unreadable but intense.

“Did he touch you?”

You shook your head.

“Did he speak to you?”

“Only my name…” you whispered.

Sunoo leaned in, mouth brushing your ear.

“Then you’re going to moan it loud enough that he never dares say it again.”

His hands slid to your hips, then his mouth followed—trailing down your belly, slow and sure.

He wasn’t in a rush. He was claiming you.

Every kiss, every lick, every soft whimper he pulled from your lips was his way of branding you—reminding you, and anyone else listening, exactly who you belonged to.

And as you melted beneath his touch, something became painfully clear:

Sweet, perfect Sunoo… also knew exactly how to be ruthlessly yours.

✧ Jungwon ----------

Jungwon had only planned to grab a hoodie. That was it. Nothing more, nothing weird.

But as he passed by the slightly open door to Sunoo’s room… he heard something.Fast breathing. Soft, muffled moans.

He paused. Stepped closer—quietly. And then he saw it.

Sunoo, sitting at the edge of the bed, panting, one hand gripping a wrinkled shirt, the other working between his legs. But the worst part?

What was right in front of him. A photo of you.

One that only you and Jungwon should have. One of those private ones you’d taken after a shower, late one night.

Jungwon didn’t make a sound. He just shut the door—quietly—before Sunoo could even realize he’d been seen.

Then he turned and went straight back to his room, where you were sitting on the bed, scrolling through your phone, wearing one of his shirts and absolutely nothing underneath.

He looked at you for a long second. Then walked over and gently took the phone from your hands.

“Come here. Lie down.”

“What’s going on?”

“We’re going to film something together.”

“Wait… what?”

“Sunoo’s jerking off to a photo of you. So let’s give him something better.”

Your eyes widened completely. But you didn’t speak. Because Jungwon was already setting up his phone, placing it on the shelf across from the bed—angled perfectly.

Then he turned to you, undressing quickly, every movement calm, controlled, intense. He crawled between your legs, eyes burning.

“You ready?”

“Y-Yeah…” 

He kissed you. Not softly. It was deep, consuming—needy.

His hands moved over your body, lifting the shirt, exposing your skin, and in seconds, you were completely naked beneath him, lying back as he spread you open with his fingers.

“Look me in the eyes. I want that bastard to see everything.”

Then he pushed inside you in one smooth, hard motion.

You gasped—his name tearing from your lips without warning.

Jungwon started to move. Fast. But deliberate. Every thrust purposeful. Every sound, every angle, timed and measured. His hips snapped against you with force. His hands gripped your waist tight.

“This… is what it looks like when I really have you.”“When you’re wet for me. When you moan my name. When you come just for me.”

He reached up, wrapping a hand around your throat—not tight, just to hold you close, keep your eyes locked to his.

“I want you to come while looking at me.”“Knowing someone else is going to be watching this with his hand down his pants.”

His voice—those words—broke something inside you. The pleasure surged. You came hard, screaming his name, trembling underneath him.

Jungwon growled against your mouth, feeling you tighten around him—and followed right after, spilling inside you with a low, shaky moan. He stayed there for a moment, panting, forehead resting against yours.

Then he looked toward the camera. Got up, picked up the phone, and typed:

“Here’s some better material to jerk off to 😏🔥”

And hit send.

✧ Ni-ki ----------

You’d gotten up quickly—barefoot, half-asleep—just wanting to use the bathroom before crawling back into bed.

You opened the door without thinking… And froze. Jay was there. Standing in front of the mirror, shirt lifted, pants low, his hand wrapped tightly around his erection.

But that wasn’t what knocked the air out of your lungs. It was the phone, resting on the sink edge. The photo on the screen. You.

The one you’d taken at the beach—from the back, in that tiny bikini. The one only Ni-ki was supposed to have.

Jay met your eyes. And didn’t stop. His hand kept moving—slower now, but firmer. He didn’t look ashamed. Or guilty. Just hungry.

“Now that you’re here…”“You gonna stay—or just stand there and watch?”

You had no idea what to say. You stammered something you couldn’t even remember, took a step back, and shut the door with your heart hammering in your throat. You ran back to the room.

Ni-ki was lying on the bed, phone in hand.

“Niki…” you whispered.

He looked up.

“What’s wrong?”

“I saw Jay… in the bathroom… he was— He was touching himself… to my photo.”

Ni-ki went silent. He didn’t say a word. He got up slowly. Walked out the door. Closed it behind him.

You were left there, sitting on the bed, breath caught in your chest, not knowing what was about to happen. You didn’t know how much time passed before he returned. But when he did—he didn’t give you a chance to think.

The door swung open hard. Ni-ki stepped in, slammed it shut, and grabbed your arm with a firm grip you’d never felt from him before. He pressed you back against the door, his body against yours, eyes dark and locked on you.

“That photo?” —he said, voice low and sharp— “Only I was supposed to see it.”

Then he kissed you—hard. Fierce. Uncontrolled.

His hands slipped down to your thighs, lifting you easily, forcing your legs around his waist. Your back hit the door. His mouth moved down your neck.

“I’m gonna fuck you right here.”“Where anyone can hear it. Just so it’s clear who really owns you.”

He yanked your underwear down, let his pants fall, and entered you in one swift, deep thrust. No waiting. No words.

The door creaked under the pressure of every thrust. His hands gripped your hips tightly, his moans hot against your skin.

“He touched himself thinking about you?”“Then let him hear you moaning for me.”

Your body arched against him, legs shaking from the intensity. Each thrust was fast, firm, perfectly placed.

You were completely his. The way he filled you—so deep, so full—you couldn’t even breathe.

“Say it. Tell me who you belong to.”

“You! I’m yours, Ni-ki! Only yours!”

“Louder. Let them all fucking hear it.”

And you did.

You screamed his name when you came, clutching his back, trembling against him. He followed just seconds later—buried inside you, body shaking, forehead pressed to yours as he whispered:

“No one else. Ever.”

✧A/n: Do you know what I’m obsessed with? Sunghoon and Heeseung fighting over the reader — like aaaah!!, I need to write more about them like this!!! I hope you liked it! Comments, likes, and reblog are really appreciated!! Mwah!Mwha! ilysm

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The bedroom was quiet, a silence stretched between you two like a live wire. You could feel his thigh under your stomach, rigid and warm, the denim rough against your bare skin. Your heart was pounding so loud that it reached your ears. Then you tried to push yourself up, maybe ease the tension, say something. 

But Heeseung’s palm pressed down hard on your lower back, holding you down, forcing you to stay there, bent over his lap while he sat on the edge of your bed, like a brat caught red handed. 

“Don’t move until I say so.” He said with rough voice, dangerously calm “You wanted to act like a little slut in public—now you take your punishment like one”. 

The air was heavy against your skin, your panties bunched at your thighs, and your ass was completely bare to him. You could feel his gaze dragging over every inch of you, burning hot like fire. You squirmed, just reacting to the weight of it all. 

The first slap made your body jolt, the sting blooming fast and vicious across your skin. A soft gasp ripped out of you before you could stop it. 

“Count” He ordered, his voice sharp. 

“O-One.” 

Another slap, harder. 

Your thighs tensed, your back arched, your cunt clenched around nothing, throbbing with a pulse you couldn’t even control. 

“T-Two.” 

You were already dripping, you could feel it, slick leaving out of you, smearing the inside of your thighs, impossible to hide now. Heeseung saw it too, and it only pissed him off more. 

“You’re fucking soaked” he growled “Getting off on this?” 

Shame showered you, your face turning red, but it wasn’t bigger than the arousal of him touching you like this. He landed another, and another, and another. The sting layering over itself, hot and raw and unrelenting. You couldn’t even count properly anymore, just babbling between moans, your face flushed, your vision hazy as tears started to accumulate. 

Heeseung grabbed your chin, forcing your head back, and looked down at you, eyes blown wide and dark with lust and fury. 

“Look at me when I break you.” 

His other hand dipped between your legs, sliding two fingers through your folds, groaning low when he felt how wet you were. 

“Fuck” he hissed “You like this. You like when I treat you like this, don’t you?” 

You couldn’t speak. You tried, but your lips where parted and nothing came out, just a pathetic, high whimper. Every nerve of your body felt lit up, burning, too much. 

Then he shoved two fingers in, fast and deep, knuckles brushing your dripping entrance, the stretch perfect and dizzying. Your back arched again, a cry spilling from your lips as your walls clenched around him instinctively. 

“You’re so tight.” He breathed, mouth along your jaw. 

Your body was trembling. You were pulsing around his digits, moaning helplessly as he pumped them deep, curling them in a perfect way that made your vision even more blurry. Your clit was throbbing, untouched and aching, and you started grinding down on his lap without realising, chasing something you knew you didn’t deserve. 

His other hand came down on your ass again, hard, and you screamed, but the pleasure was so tangled with the pain that you couldn’t separate the lines between them. 

You couldn’t stop shaking, you where gone, every inch of your skin flushed with heat, marked up and hot to the touch. His handprint was seared into you, over and over again, and it only made you need even more. Your mascara was smudged, cheeks wet with silent tears that started to fall without you noticing, somewhere between the fifth and tenth slap. But you hadn’t said stop, because you loved it. 

And Heeseung knew. 

“Look at this” he panted, voice low with desire, fingers dragging through your soaked and aching folds just long enough to coat them, then slap, he smacked your pussy with those same fingers and you jolted, crying out so loud it echoed through the room “You’re fucking crying and your cunt’s begging for more” 

You whimpered against his thigh, breath hitching, mouth open and soaked with your own spit and tears. 

“You like being used? Like when I fuck you up until you’re dripping and shaking and can’t even speak?” 

Your hips twitched, body trembling, brain barely holding on. You weren’t sure what you were saying anymore, words slurring between sobs and cries and helpless moans. 

“Please… Please…” 

He shifted under you, tightening his grip on your waist and pulling you up slightly, just enough to arch your back even more, push your ass higher for him, creating a much better angle. His gritted his teeth, eyes locked on the red, swollen skin that was already hot and raw. 

“Take it.” 

Then he slapped you again. One after the other, merciless. His palm landing in rhythm, loud and sharp, until you were sobbing, body jolting with every hit, but your hips kept rocking back into his hand, chasing it, needing it. Your clit throbbed with every slap, you were so turned on it hurt. The ache was unbearable, you could feel slick running down your inner thighs, making a mess on his jeans. You swore you were going to come just from this. 

“You’re crying and it’s making you wetter? You’re such a fucking mess for me.” 

Your face burned, you were shaking, drooling, tears and spit and slick everywhere, but you didn’t want him to stop. 

Then he moved again, shifted you off his lap and flipped you onto your back, hands gripping your sore thighs and forcing you wide open. You whimpered at the friction, the sting of your skin brushing against the sheets. 

“Look at you.” He whispered, gaze roaming over your wrecked body, your tears, your ruined makeup, the way your cunt pulsed around nothing. “Fucked out from spanking, and you still want more, don’t you?” 

You nodded frantically, biting your lip. 

But he didn’t fuck you yet. 

His fingers just grazed through your folds, spanking your pussy, your ass, manhandling you like you’re nothing but his favorite toy to break. And it was working, you were so far gone you couldn’t stop crying, moaning, grinding your swollen clit into the air. 

“God.” He breathed, laughing a little as he watched you rock your hips into nothing “You’re gonna cum just like this?” 

Your breath was shaky, weak, your lashes heavy with tears. 

“Hee— I—Please”

He slapped your pussy again, sharp and fast, enough to make you arch your back off the mattress. 

“Oh my god” You cried, voice high and broken, and then you’re there. Just sudden uncontrollable release slamming through you like a storm. 

Your vision went white. Your thighs snapped shut around nothing, your body convulsed, you let out a strangled sob, legs clenching tears striking down your face as you came hard, soaking the sheets beneath you with nothing but the force of it. 

Heeseung’s hands were still on you, watching every second of it. Your cunt clenching like crazy, twitching, leaking, overstimulated and ruined without a single thrust inside of you. 

“Fuck me” he whispered under his breath, like he couldn’t believe what he was seeing, like he was so close to lose it watching you fall apart like this. 

His voice came out cocky, smug, filthy as hell. 

“You really came from getting your ass beat, huh?” He chuckled darkly, dragging his fingers through your messy folds, teasing. “Fucking crying and moaning like a slut, this is what gets you off?” 

You nodded, dazed, head spinning and eyes unfocused, chest heaving. 

“You’re so fucking filthy, baby” 

He kissed the corner of your eye, tasting your tears like reward, then pressed a lingering kiss to your thigh, right above the reddened skin, tender from the punishment. 

“Gonna clean you up…” he murmured, voice barely a breath “Then I’m gonna fuck you so slow, so deep, just how you like it” 

But for now, he just touched you gently, whispering praise and filth at once, staring at the mess you made on the sheets and knowing that no one else gets to see you like this, only him. 

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JUNGWON HARD THOUGHT (inspired by his recent live)

a/n: all for my baby, my sweet sweet angel pookums schnookums @jaylaxies THIS IS FOR YOU BABY 🫵🏼😋

He pulls out slow, cock glistening, smearing your slick across your inner thighs.

Then he pulls you into his lap, still in that tight black tee, glasses fogged, and slides one of his thighs between your legs.

“Ride it.”

You hesitate, already trembling. He grips your hips, voice low.

“I said ride it, baby. Rub that messy little pussy all over me. Don’t make me say it again.”

You start grinding; slow, desperate, and he just watches you. Hands firm. Breathing steady.

“That’s it… look at you. So needy, you’re gonna cum on my thigh.”

You whimper. He leans in, lips brushing your ear.

“Make a mess, baby. Squirt for me.”

And you do—shaking, crying, soaking his thigh—while he smiles, proud and quiet:

“That’s my good girl.”

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but i knew you'd linger like a tattoo kiss, i knew you'd haunt all of my what-ifs, the smell of smoke would hang around this long, 'cause i knew everything when i was young! i knew i'd curse you for the longest time, chasing shadows in the grocery line, i knew you'd miss me once the thrill expired, and you'd be standing in my front porch light, and i knew you'd come back to me, you'd come back to me, and you'd come back to me, and you'd come back...

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𝓣he 𝓓addy 𝓓iaries

!? . . ★ 𝓜ood 𝓢wings — wherein they realize just how real pregnancy mood swings are and how they try (and fail) to survive them.

➹ enhypen hyungline x fem!reader ✦ cw: fluff fluff fluff super fluff !! some crying (ofc), pregnancy, and that's it?? just fluff really, lmk if i missed something. not proofread

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LEE HEESEUNG

Heeseung has heard about the eventual mood swings you'd go through, specifically now that you're pregnant. "Take her easy." his mom has said to him hundreds of times. No matter how many times he has seen you cry over the littlest and silliest things, he couldn't get used to seeing you cry.

Just like now.

"Baby? What happened?" Heeseung asked upon seeing his pregnant wife sniffling quietly on the couch. He sat down next to you, placing his hand instinctively on your lower back and rubbing.

Your glassy eyes looked up at him and he could hear his heart cracking. "They got it wrong." your voice cracked as you whined, gesturing towards the box of chicken nuggets on the coffee table. Heeseung frowned, opening the meal and looking at you with worry and confusion.

"What's wrong baby? Did they give the wrong sauce? Should I go get-"

"They gave me twenty-one instead of twenty!"

Heeseung blinked.

Wait.. shouldn't.. that be a good thing? Nevertheless, he nodded solemnly as if it had offended him too, wrapping his arms around you. "That's okay, baby. I'll eat the extra one." and before you could say anything, his hand reached towards the box and put the lone nugget in his mouth.

Big mistake.

Heeseung flinched when you suddenly slapped his shoulder, glaring at him. He raised his arms in confusion, his eyes wide like a bambi's.

"That was for me! The twenty nuggets were for the baby!"

Yeah, Heeseung could get used to this. Maybe. — more under the cut!

PARK JONGSEONG

You were only ten weeks pregnant and yet your moods were all over the place, and ever since then, your husband has been walking on egg shells.

A single misplaced glass on the kitchen cabinets can either trigger a meltdown or a full-on crying session. Jay had even stopped making eggs for breakfast after you once yelled at him for "stinking up the whole kitchen," only to burst into tears seconds later because you felt bad for snapping at him.

Despite all that, he still found you charming. He'd coddle you, calm you down, and kiss you breathless just to bring your mood back up.

But there were times where he let his guard down, just like now.

"Baby, can you please fetch me some water.." you whispered sweetly into his ear, pleading politely and softly. Jay didn't answer but merely sat up from his position on the bed with a grunt.

A grunt.

But you didn't hear a grunt. You heard a groan and a heavy sigh. A sigh that only an annoyed man would do.

"Are you mad? Why are you mad?" you furrowed your brows. "I just asked for water from the fridge, you should be thankful I'm not asking for fresh spring water that you'd have to get from a waterfall."

To say that Jay was taken aback was an understatement.

"Baby, what are you talking about? I'm not mad." he said gently with a frown, looking at you in confusion. His confusion deepened when you slapped his hand away when he tried to touch you.

You shook your head and turned your back towards him. "You are. Don't hide it. You sighed."

He raised his brows in amusement but didn't let it show in his tone. "What?"

You turned your head at him, lips pouting and eyes narrowed. "You sighed, Jay. I heard it." you whined in annoyance.

He hadn't. But he wasn't about to argue with a hormonal woman carrying his child.

Instead, Jay pursed his lips before planting a soft kiss on your temple while his hands stroked your hair. "Okay, I'm sorry baby. It's not gonna happen again, okay? I'm so terribly sorry-"

"So you admit you were mad!"

He really wasn't, but if it meant seeing you smile at him again, he'd apologize a hundred more times.

SIM JAEYUN

Despite being only ten weeks pregnant, Jake had been treating you like your due date was just around the corner. He'd help you up the stairs, one of his hands would always be on your back when you'd sit up, and he didn't let you do any chores even though there weren't any physical changes in your body yet.

After long talks with each other and both families, you'd decided to keep the baby, especially after getting nothing but love and support. It felt like a weight had been lifted from your chest when your mom simply hugged you through tears and when Jake's mom embraced you just as tightly, apologizing for her son with a laugh.

Jake was over the moon. He's always wanted a family and to build it with you? He could die a happy man.

He was enjoying himself too much, even through your mood swings.

Jake watched you spread butter on a toast with heart eyes, utterly lovestruck. His attention averted to his phone when it vibrated, notifying him of the food you asked for being delivered.

Really, he only took three minutes max to get the food from the front door before walking back to the kitchen to see you kneeling and sobbing on the floor with a fallen toast beside you.

"Lovely, what happened?" he asked with a smile, kneeling down beside you to wipe your tears with his thumb. You hiccuped a few times before you spoke.

"That was the perfect slice, Jake! It was golden on the edges, it was for our baby," your hand cradled your still-flat stomach. "Now it's dirty and... unhealthy."

Jake widened his eyes, his jaw dropping. "The baby's toast?!" he gasped. "That's no good!" he exclaimed, gathering you in his arms and helping you up.

Jake knew that telling you it wasn't a big deal and that it was fine because it didn't fall on the buttered side was inevitable. He could tell you. Instead, he let you cry to your hearts content while he held you, his lips pecking your temple at every hiccup.

"Shh, look at the brighter side," he murmured as he pulled away gently, just a tiny bit to look at your red, swollen eyes. "Your requested chicken tenders just arrived, fresh and hot." Jake smiled when you paused mid-sniffle, your eyes flicking towards the paper bag on the counter.

"...Yay," you mumbled, before curling back into his embrace and kissing his neck.

"I love you, Jakey."

"I love you too, baby."

He'll clean the floor later.

PARK SUNGHOON

After two whole years of yearning for a baby and now finally having it, Sunghoon was sure that he was prepared for the long journey ahead. That included the morning sickness, your cravings, and your mood swings.

Or so he thought.

"Im hungry." you suddenly said from beside him on the couch, pouting while rubbing your still-flat stomach. Sunghoon hummed, pausing the movie and turning to you with a gentle look.

"Yeah? What would you like this time, baby?" he asked, waiting for you patiently as you looked towards the ceiling as if it had the answer to his question.

"Um.. I don't know." you mumbled, ashamed as tears started to form on your tear ducts. Sunghoon sat up straight, both hands cradling your face as he cooes at you softly. "Shh, don't cry. We'll figure it out together. Let's go to the kitchen."

He helped you up, pressing a sweet and warm kiss on your cheek as you both walked towards the kitchen hand-in-hand. He helped you sit down on a stool before walking across the counter and looked at you with a determined look.

"Okay baby. Bring it on. I'll do anything."

You giggled, watching your husband in awe and began thinking.

Ten minutes passed. Your smile had faded, now replaced with frustration as your lower lip was caught between your teeth. Sunghoon stayed patiently, one hand holding yours  and giving it gentle squeezes

"I want.." you hesitated. "Something sweet. No, maybe salty? Or crunchy- Ugh! I don't know, baby." you rambled, voice cracking in guilt and frustration.

Sunghoon merely nodded. "It's okay, I got you baby."

Those were his last words before he disappeared from in front of you and into the walk-in pantry. Minutes later he came out with a tray filled with chips, sliced pickles, strawberries and a spoonful of peanut butter.

You looked at it in disbelief. "This isn't what I wanted, Hoon!"

Sunghoon paused mid-step. "..Okay. Um.. do you know what you do want now?"

He shouldn't have talked and just came up with something more appetizing because now you're full-on crying. Sunghoon panicked and rushed towards you to pull you in a warm hug and murmured apologies profusely against your hair.

"Sorry, sorry. I'll come up with something new. I'll fix it baby, shh."

Sunghoon thought he was prepared, turns out he wasn't. He just needed more creativity (and yummy) ideas in the kitchen.

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정원 : Jungwon ੈ♡

ENHYPEN | Walk the line in Bangkok

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i am not okay. yeonjun PLEASE.

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WIPING KISSES 𓂃 YANG JUNGWON

୨୧ wiping his kisses ⎯⎯ bf!jungwon x reader ᢉ𐭩 fluff minimal angst 「 series magazine 」

Jungwon’s dorm was quiet, the only sounds coming from the clicks of the controller and the sound of the game effects from the TV.

You were sitting cross-legged on his bed, controller in hand, fully focused until Jungwon, next to you, leaned over and pressed a quick kiss to your cheek.

You didn’t even look up. You just casually reached up and wiped your cheek with the back of your hand.

He paused the game.

“…Did you just wipe off my kiss?” he asked, looking at you like you’d just committed an actual crime.

You blinked innocently, eyes still on the screen. “What kiss?”

Jungwon scoffed, setting his controller down. “Nah, okay. I see how it is.”

You bit back a grin. This was way too fun.

The next time, he waited until you beat him in the next round, then turned toward you with that proud-but-annoyed look he always got when you won. He leaned in again, slower this time, and kissed you right on the tip of your nose.

You locked eyes with him.

Then gently wiped your nose with your sleeve.

“…You’ve got some nerve,” he said under his breath, dramatically falling back onto the bed like he was heartbroken.

You laughed and nudged his leg. “Don’t be dramatic.”

“Oh, I’m not,” he sat up slowly. “I’m planning. You’re gonna regret this.”

You thought he was joking until the next round ended and you didn’t even finish setting your controller down before he cupped your cheeks and kissed you, for real this time. Soft, warm, and just long enough to make your heart skip a beat.

You blinked, stunned.

And wiped your lips.

Slowly.

He stared at you like you had just challenged his whole existence.

“You seriously just—?”

“Did I?” you said, voice sweet and fake-confused.

“Okay,” he said, scooting closer, “new mission kiss you until you’re too tired to lift your hand.”

You snorted. “That sounds like a threat.”

“It is.”

He leaned in again, one hand cradling the back of your head as he kissed you deeper this time, letting it linger, moving slow on purpose just to make sure it left you breathless.

You exhaled shakily when he pulled back.

Then wiped your lips one more time, barely suppressing your smile.

That did it.

He stared at you, not even playing around anymore.

“Baby,” he said, his voice low. “Seriously, stop. Or I’ll kiss you until you drop and you won’t be able to wipe it off anymore.”

Your lips parted, suddenly very aware of how close he was.

You blinked. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

He grinned slowly, controller forgotten on the bed.

“Oh, okay. Cool. Come here.”

And just like that, he had you lying back against his chest, kissing you again this time not stopping, your laughter fading into breathless giggles as he kept his promise.

You didn’t wipe anything off after that.

@millalune please don’t translate or plagiarize my work!

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SWEET LIKE YOU ─ P. SH wc. 691 smut ! mdni

sunghoon x fem reader, somnophilia, praise, petnames, fluff? idk it’s all very soft, cockwarming, unprotected sex (don’t do this)

written and edited by me so i apologize if there are mistakes. reblogs and comments are always appreciated ♡

you’re lying on your side. eyes closed, hair splayed out over the pillow, dress ridden up to reveal your panties, and you’re making cute little sounds every time you take a breath. very clearly deep asleep, so unaware of anything happening around you. and so pretty.

fuck. sunghoon needs you now.

today had been exhausting. he’d missed the bus, arriving late at work where his boss had yelled at him, and to top it off the coffee machine had broken down and spilled brown liquid all over his crisp white shirt, and he didn’t have any replacements available. he’d come home planning to just take a shower and call it a night, but seeing you on the bed like this suddenly gives him a very different idea on how to relieve some of his stress

he quietly shrugs off his shirt and pants, until he’s left standing in his underwear. he feels a little bit like a creep, staring at your sleeping form like this, but you had made it very clear that if he ever comes home feeling needy while you were already asleep, he’d be welcome to just use your sleeping body to get off.

and god if that wasn’t one of the hottest things in the world. his perfect girlfriend, trusting him enough to do this. he sets one knee down on the mattress and reaches out to lightly stroke your exposed ass with his fingertips. your skin is so soft, and you barely so much as stir as he pushes your pretty sleepdress up further, letting his fingers feel the lacey material of the thong you’re wearing.

shit. it’s easy to get hard like this. your sleeping form so cute and unassuming, so innocent to the way he carefully lays down behind you and pulls your panties to the side to gain access to your pussy. he runs his fingers through your slit, feeling you grow wet at his ministrations. fuck, you’re so pliant like this. he bites back a groan as he reaches down his own underwear to pull out his cock, painfully hard at this point.

he drapes an arm over you, pulling your body flush to his, burying his nose in your neck and inhaling the sweet scent of your body wash still apparent on your soft skin. his stupid heart swells when you lace your hand with his on your stomach, still asleep but your body so responsive to him, wanting him to be close to you in whatever way possible.

he guides his cock to your folds with his other hand and barely stifles another groan when he feels your wetness. the slide in is easy, your body so loose and pliant, and he tightens his grip around your waist as he starts to move. he starts out with slow, careful thrusts, until your breathing becomes lighter and you stir awake.

“…hoonie?”

and fuck, your sleepy voice sounds like heaven, all light and sweet and angelic.

“shh, baby it’s okay. just let me use you a little bit longer, i’m almost finished.” his thrusts speed up a little, as he feels himself grow closer to his release. “you’re so perfect, so good for me,” he praises.

you yawn as you arch your back a little, giving him better access to fuck into you. he pulls his hand free of your grip and trails his way down your stomach to find your clit. you let out the prettiest whine before clenching down on him hard as you reach your high. “so good, baby, that’s it. wish i could keep you like this forever.”

he doesn’t last much longer before coming too, sucking on your neck and biting down to avoid moaning too loud in the quietness of the room. it’s heaven and he loses himself in the pleasure of filling up your pretty little hole with his cum.

when he comes back down, he’s overcome with the need to stay with you like this forever. and so, he opts to simply stay connected, smirking when you gasp as you catch onto his plan when he doesn’t pull his cock back out of you.

“gonna keep you nice and full tonight, baby. gotta make sure you stay warm and loose on my cock for me.”

[shewholoveshee]

— 李羲承 DELIVERY GIRL ; LEE HEESEUNG

pairing : idol!heeseung x deliverygirl!reader, fluff, suggestive content, reader barely knows about kpop, heeseung is whipped. word count: 3248

HEESEUNG WAS LEANING AGAINST the doorframe of the private entrance of the practice floor in HYBE, leaning slightly, hair damp and slicked back from sweat, beanie slightly askew, and that same black bracelet wrapped around his wrist. He held his phone in his hand and felt it vibrate "Delivery: Arrived."

He didn't even wait for the expected ping from the intercom. He took off jogging down the hall like a guy on a mission. Members smirked at each other as you could guess that Sunghoon was already joking, "Hyung's gonna be brokenhearted if she switches delivery services."

But Heeseung didn't care.

Because you were outside again, arms balancing a tray of drinks and food the same way you had before, hair tied back with loose strands framing your face, earbuds in, probably listening to something good.

He figured it must be Korean R&B by now—you'd mentioned it once in passing, not even knowing you gave him a reason to scroll through his own playlist that night and try to see what songs he thought you might like.

You didn't greet him like a fan. Not like the others. You didn't squeal, you didn't stutter, and it didn't even look like you recognized him. Which was sort of funny and sort of refreshing.

"Hi," he said, grinning, leaning in a little closer than necessary as you handed him his bubble tea. "You remembered the brown sugar pearls this time, right?"

You scoffed. "You make it sound like I would ever get it wrong."

He chuckled. "That's true. You never do." He took another mouthful and closed his eyes for effect. "Perfect as always."

You did your best to suppress the blush creeping up your face. You pursed your lips together tightly, and rolled your eyes at him. "Anyway, eat. You look like you haven't slept."

"I haven't," he said, the lilt of his voice dropping barely an octave. "Practice has been crazy. Comebacks and all. Seeing you makes it a little better."

That got you to blink. Just once. You assumed he was just being flirty. Some customers were like that, and you figured idols probably had a bit of that charm built-in for fan service.

Still... you didn't miss how he looked at you. Like really looked at you. Not just at your face, but the way your eyes flicked to the side whenever you spotted a lost kid near the entrance.

How your head turned whenever an elderly person struggled with their bag. You'd offered help more than once, and he'd seen it. Every time.

You waved him off courteously after he paid you, watching as you moved to help a little boy crying near the lobby. The kid's balloon had popped and he didn't know where his mom went. You crouched down and gave him your untouched chocolate bread, then started calmly asking him questions to ease him.

Heeseung just stood there watching. He hadn't even realized he was standing there with his ramen and tea, still not moving. Later that night, he said to his members at the dorm, "She doesn't even know who we are."

Jungwon rose a brow, "The delivery girl?"

Heeseung nodded and pulled off his hoodie, "Not even the slightest clue. She just said she knows BTS and Blackpink."

Jay smirked, "Then she's safe."

"Safe?" Heeseung repeated.

"Safe from, you know..." Jay waved vaguely, "the crazies."

Heeseung didn't speak, just stared at his phone wondering what it would take for you to see him as anything more than just another customer.

────୨ৎ────

It was supposed to be a day off for Heeseung.

No vocal lessons, no dance rehearsals. A hoodie and a hat pulled down low, and time alone. He haphazardly scouted the streets around HYBE with earbuds in and sunglasses perched on his nose. He blended in, basking in the air that felt like respite.

Then he saw you. You stood inches away from the entrance of a building with the brown delivery bag loosely dangling off of your arm. Soup dripping from your shirt while your hands shook, the cup sat cracked open on the pavement.

The customer—no, that girl—was laughing while surrounded by two girls, all attempting not to look like they were laughing at you. "God, you really haven't changed," one of the girls mocked. "Still slow. Still a loser. What? Couldn't get into college so now you ended up doing this?"

You didn't say anything. You were staring into your own shoes. It's always easier to be polite than to be honest. Even when it hurts.

But Heeseung? He wasn't going to stand by. His voice was low, but sharp. "You think that's funny?"

The girls turned. They froze.

"Oh my god-" one of the girls gasped."Heeseung?!" 

It was the first time you blinked up, and the embarrassment that had previously flooded your eyes was replaced with something worse, recognition. You weren't ready for him to see you like this. 

Heeseung walked over, standing in front of you like a shield. "You just poured hot soup on someone who was doing their job," he said, eyes dark with quiet anger. "That's what you call a joke?"

The girls looked at each other, stammering. "W-We didn't mean to—she's an old classmate, it was just-"

"You humiliated her." His voice was eerily calm; it cut. "That's not something fans of mine should be proud of."

They went pale.

"I don't think I want people like you supporting me, if this is how you treat people," he finished, sharp and final. You finally looked at him fully, with soaked shirt clinging to your body and eyes wide.

Your voice was quiet, "Heeseung..."   

"Let's get you out of here," he said, turning slightly to shield you again. "You shouldn't be around trash like that."

The girls tried to apologize, but he ignored them completely; he was focused on you, gently escorting you away with a hand hovering behind your back, not touching, just there. Protective. He ended up buying you some clean clothes from a nearby shop and took you to a quiet rooftop café to sit in the sunlight while your package was ruined by the delivery company.

You sat there in the borrowed sweater two sizes too big, slightly damp hair with hot tea, and mumbling, "Sorry you had to see that."

"You don't have to be sorry," Heeseung encouraged to you. "You didn't do anything wrong."

"But... I looked pathetic."

He leaned closer, angling his head so he could give you a small grin. "You looked like someone who wasn't being given nearly enough respect. I'm going to show you that much."

Your heart stumbled a beat, but you didn't turn away. "...You still don't know who I am, do you?" he teased, after a long pause.

You cocked your eyebrow at him. "I mean... you're a decent person with good taste in music and a good sense of style, but your choices for food combination is horrendous."

He laughed generously. "You're lucky I like you."

"You don't even know me," you mumbled.

"I'm trying to," he said even quieter than before. "If you'll let me."

Heeseung stared up at the ceiling, trying and failing to sleep.Not after what happened.

Not after that look in your eyes, wide and glistening with tears, like he'd torn down the walls you'd spent years constructing. He sat in the dorm's music room, alone, hoodie pulled over his head, city lights seeping through the blinds.

Everyone else was asleep—his chest was a mess. He picked at the guitar strings, eyes half-lidded, barely able to speak because of how raw, how raspy he was.

The words came through without a filter, like a confession he didn't know he'd needed to verbalize:

"입술 위에 남긴 네 온도 그날 밤처럼 또 떠올라 차가운 도시 속 따뜻한 너— 넌 몰라도, 널 지키고 싶어."

(The warmth you left on my lips. Like that night, you return again. You're warmth in a cold city— You don't even know it, but I want to protect you.)

He settled back, letting the guitar rings out into the silence. But you weren't just soft. No, you weren't just soft. You were a contradiction—honey pouring out of your words but steel in your spine.

Always looking out for everyone else. Even when your own hands were shaking. He remembered how your jaw clenched when you were hurt, how you swallowed the pain. But he saw it. All of it.

And he wanted to hold you in every way that mattered—and some that didn't need words.

His next lyrics melted from lips half parted, something deeper now, more intimate:

"네 목선에 입 맞출 때,이 도시의 noise 다 멈춘 듯해,너의 상처까지 안고 싶어—네 눈물의 이유가 되고 싶어."

(When I kiss the curve of your neck.The city's noise fades into silence.I want to hold even your wounds—Want to be the reason behind your tears.)

He hit save and gave the track the title "You, 1:37AM" and then placed it in his unreleased folder, layered under the depth of password-protected files. He couldn't show the company. Not yet. This wasn't live. This was private.

Just you and him.And if someday he was able to sing it to you live—all he needed was a mic and a spotlight and your eyes—the moment he hoped for, he promised he would sing each lyric like a vow. He stroked the guitar again, letting the notes fade out with a final, raw note that he would not even bother recording:  

"넌 몰라, 얼마나 깊이 들어왔는지,그 ���떤 멜로디보다 더 날 적셔—"

(You don't know how deep you've gotten into me.You drench me deeper than any melody ever has.)

The fever was lingering, but you weren't sure if it was because of the cold or the images burned into your brain. That clip—you didn't even mean to watch it so lengthy.

But his fingers? The way they just brushed against the hem of his shirt as he lifted it up with that little smirk on his lips?

You had never seen him like that. Not Heeseung who would shyly smile when you told him "don't overwork yourself," or stood at the entrance waiting for you before you could even arrive.

No, this was Heeseung in his own world. Stage lights, smoky eyes, and a crowd screaming his name. And now... your name was the one he had miss.At HYBE, the air felt just a little heavier.

"Where's delivery girl-nim?" Jay asked, taking a sip from his iced Americano like the bitter taste of her absence didn't bother him.

"She hasn't been here all week," Jungwon mumbled, looking at his phone.

"You think she quit?" Jake leaned in towards Heeseung with his eyebrows raised. "Wait, didn't you guys talk a lot? Did she switch agencies or something?"

Heeseung shook his head, maybe a little too quickly. "Dunno." He wanted to say: I don't even have her number.

What he didn't say was how he kept checking the delivery app, hoping her name would pop up. How he remembered your favorite songs now—Korean R&B, right? How he replayed the voice note you'd once accidentally left when confirming a drop-off—your soft laugh tucked at the end.

He had no idea how much he missed seeing you tell him to eat well, seeing that sweet tilt of your head when he was still wearing clothes from practice, sweaty and out of breath. He also missed how you hadn't a single question about who he was, yet still somehow saw him clearer than anybody ever had.

And back home... well, you were in deep.One reel turned into five, then fifteen. There was one part where he locked eyes with the audience, smirked then slowly licked his lips in a way that made it clear he knew the world was watching.

Your jaw dropped.

Sir?

This was not how you were supposed to feel. This is ridiculous, you're a delivery girl. But you also now had a YouTube watch history that looked like:

- "Heeseung sexy moments 😳🔥" 

- "Enhypen members being chaotic for 10 minutes" 

- "Heeseung laughing compilation (that laugh is ILLEGAL)"

And you followed Enhypen's verified account. 19 mil followers. Nineteen. Million. And this man guessed your favorite artist easily just by your vibe.

Your heart flipped. Is it... wrong that you suddenly wanted to get better just to see him again?

The chime of the bell at the front desk of the HYBE building tinkled lightly as you entered balancing two bubble teas and a bag of freshly cooked ramen.

Your hoodie was slightly too big for you, and your hat was pulled down low—your hair pulled back in a low messy bun because you were still recovering but work was calling. You thought nothing of it today.

Just a delivery. Until he stepped off of the elevator.

Heeseung. Wearing a compression shirt—black, fitted, completely unfair—and a chain that barely sat above his collarbone. He looked up from his phone and froze. His lips parted slightly.

And then, before you could muster a word, he hugged you.

Full-on, arms around your waist, body pressed against yours kind of hug. Like he'd been waiting all damn week to feel you again.

You froze for just a second, wide eyed until his hand slipped gently behind your back and chin brushed your shoulder.

"You're okay," he murmured, almost saying it to himself. "You're okay..."

Finally, you blinked, voice small. "Heeseung...? What-what happened?"

"I got worried," he replied, blunt and honest. "You just disappeared."

You looked up at him, still catching your breath, and feeling a little part bewildered and a little something more serious... something more insidious, especially as that damned compression shirt clung to every dip and contour of that fit torso.

"I was sick," you said in a small voice. He looked hurt by that.

"And you didn't tell anyone?" he asked, shrugging after a resigned sigh. "Can I get your number?"

You blinked. "What I mean is. So if you poof again, I don't have to call every freaking food delivery guy in Seoul to find you."

You raised an eyebrow, lips twitching. "You did that?"

He smirked, just barely. "Maybe."

At that point, you knew you were done for the instant he threw you that smile. Lashes low, voice dipping dangerously low into that too soft tone. That flirting, teasing inflection that made you weak in the knees, and you were holding hot soup!

Oh god. He was going to get you killed. Then he added with a wink, "By the way... miss the way you tell me to eat good. No one else can do it like you."

You were still staring. This guy...

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Your phone buzzed as soon as you put the delivery down at the front desk, the screen lighting up with an unknown number.

Unknown Number: i hope u didn't wear that lip ring to kill me on purpose.

Your heart raced. You stared at the message for a second, confused, then another came in—fast.

Unknown Number:  the black dress pic. yeah. i saw it. u look dangerous.i like dangerous girls..

You knew immediately who it was. Heeseung. You glanced backward through the hallway you just walked from, but he was nowhere to be found. Just the faint sound of an elevator closing in the distance. Another buzz:

heeseung 🤫: u've been hiding under those hoodies and sweatpants like u're not walking temptation itself.why'd u do that to me, huh? i was trying to be good.

You instinctively bit your lip, blood flooding to your cheeks—and lower. 

heeseung 🤫: but then i saw ur page. that lip ring. that dress. that body.do u even know what u're doing to me, baby?

You stepped out of the HYBE building, your heart pounding, barely keeping your pace steady as you slipped your phone into your pocket. And—in true Heeseung fashion—it buzzed again. You had to peek.

heeseung 🤫: wanna see more of me? bc i wanna see all of u.no more hoodies next time, yeah? unless u want me to rip it off u with my teeth.

Your knees buckled a little as you reached your scooter.

And then—heeseung 🤫: next time u bring ramen... don't be surprised if i pull u into the practice room instead and make u moan louder than the song i wrote about u.

He was not playing fair.

This wasn't idol-fan teasing anymore.

This was Heeseung, stripped down to the core, to the rough draft, and every letter, every word, was crawling down your spine, sweet and sinful like silk.

Your response was something along the lines of:

you: asjhdjahdj idk stop 🫣

Smooth. Real smooth.

But of course, Heeseung saw it for what it was—victory. He didn't need a full sentence to realize he had you just where he wanted: flustered, hooked, and thinking about him in the middle of a bright, sunny day at work.

You could almost hear his cocky little laugh before he responded on the screen.

heeseung 🤫 cute. so... u free this weekend or u gonna keep playing hard to get in that skirt i wanna see u in?

Half of you was ready to throw your phone across the street, and the other half wanted to just call in sick again. But you quickly typed back before he could write something else that made you combust on the sidewalk.

you: i gotta do my job before you get me fired or arrested. yes. i'm free.

And that was that.

Saturday night fell upon you. You stared at yourself in the mirror.

Short denim skirt? Check.

Belt cinched just right? Check. The top had enough collarbone to be a tease, but not enough to get kicked out of a restaurant.

Lip piercing glinting under the bathroom light, hair curled and soft.  

You looked like someone he would write a second song about. When you arrived, Heeseung was already waiting.

Black jeans. Fitted shirt. Leather jacket draped over his shoulder. Sunglasses even while the sun was going down. But the moment he saw you, his innocent expression dropped into something much hungrier.

His eyes consumed you from top to bottom as if it was the first time he had seen you, frame by frame. "You trying to kill me?"

That was his greeting. He didn't waste any time—his arms slid around your waist and pulled you close like he had been deprived your touch all week. You felt the warmth against your neck when he leaned in.

"You're mine tonight." He whispered low into your ear just as the guy behind the counter glanced at you—perhaps, just a second too long.

Bad idea. Heeseung straightened, hand still gripping your hip while the other lazy gestured at the guy. "Two yeah?"

His tone? Polite. But the hand gripping you tightened slightly while his thumb subtly grazed over your exposed skin. You could feel it, even in his voice was laced with possessiveness. And that was when the camera clicked. Low shutter sound. Quick flash. 

The paparazzi had captured the moment— Heeseung of ENHYPEN, one arm around the mystery girl from behind and both of them laughing, and glowing from the golden streets of Seoul.

His fans were going to go insane. But he didn't care. Because tonight, you weren't just the delivery girl anymore. You were the reason his unreleased folder is becoming full.

The girl that was making him lose sleep.

The girl he wanted to tell the entire world about—even if it was too soon. So when the night came to a close and he dropped you off, thumb brushing over your lip ring before his lips found yours slowly, you knew...

This was not going to stop at one date. Not with the way his fingers lingered on your thigh and the way his voice dipped lower with every goodbye.