sualette

[sualette]

hii dollies!! sorry for the sudden disappearance.. but i will be making a comeback soon, answering all of your asks !! thank you 4 being for patient :3

[sualette]

hi my dollies !! > < thank you sm for filling up my inbox with such AMAZING reqs !! i'll try my best to get them done as soon as i can ^-^

[sualette]

jake begging his wife to stop taking birth control and then breeding her so full ughh 😫

i love husband!jake sm stop :(

warnings : smut, unprotected sex, breeding kink, overstimulation, all consensual!!

the room hums with quiet tension, every breath between you and jake thick with need. he sits beside you on the bed, his hand sliding over yours, fingers curling possessively.

“sweetheart,” he says low and steady, thumb tracing soft circles on your skin. “we need to talk.” his voice holds that rough edge you know so well, but tonight there’s something deeper beneath it. “i want you to stop your birth control.”

your heart skips, cheeks flushing. “why?”

his dark eyes lock on yours. “because i want to breed you. fill you so full you’ll be swollen with me. i want you carrying my baby.” the urgency in his voice sends a shiver down your spine.

you bite your lip, nerves and desire swirling. “but what if i’m not ready?”

he cups your face gently, thumb brushing your cheek. “i’ll wait as long as you need. but i want you to know how much i want this—with you. no pressure. just you.”

your breath catches. you look deep into his eyes, feeling the honesty and fire behind his words. your voice is steady but soft. “okay. i want this too. i trust you. i’ll stop.”

a slow, fierce smile spreads across his lips. “good girl.”

the air shifts, charged with something electric. his hands slide down your body, gripping your waist firmly as he helps you lie back on the bed.

“spread your legs for me,” he commands softly.

you obey, legs draped over his broad shoulders, pussy flushed and fully exposed.

“look at you, baby,” jake murmurs, lips brushing your inner thigh. “so wet, so perfect. ready to take all of me.”

his fingers dip between your folds, stroking slow, teasing, then faster as your slickness coats them. you arch, tongue slipping out dumb and desperate. “please, jakey… don’t stop…”

his lips crash on yours in a fierce kiss, tongue tangling with yours as his hand circles your clit relentlessly.

“so dumb for my cock,” he growls. “so wet, so ready. gonna fill you up good.”

he presses the thick head of his cock against your entrance, making you gasp at the size, the stretch. “you’re so fucking tight, sweetheart. gonna stretch you wide open.”

with a rough thrust, he plunges deep inside, hips snapping forward in urgent, fast beats. your moans break free, legs tightening around him but spread wide, exposing every inch of your pussy.

“mine, pretty girl,” he snarls, teeth sinking into your collarbone, leaving bruises as marks of ownership. his hands grip your hips, holding you flush as he pounds harder, faster.

your knees pull up, chest pressed to your thighs, opening you even more, vulnerable and exposed. your tongue hangs out, babbling dumb words, “jakey, please… fill me… want your baby…”

he hisses, fingers digging into your skin, spanking your thighs, leaving red marks as his cock rams in without mercy.

“beg for me,” he demands, voice low and commanding. “say you want me to stop your birth control. say you want my baby.”

“jakey… please… i want it. i want you,” you sob, voice shaking, tongue lolling out, dumb and dripping.

jake groans, losing control, biting your neck, marking your skin with bruises and hickeys. his cock pounds relentless, overstimulating your tight, slick pussy, making you tremble uncontrollably.

“lick my fingers,” he orders, pulling his hand from between your legs, slick with your wetness.

eager, you lick every inch, tasting yourself on him, moaning with your tongue out. “jakey…”

his eyes blaze with possession. “you’re mine, baby. gonna fill you up, keep you full, make you mine forever.”

your legs shake, breath ragged gasps as he drives you through wave after wave of release, swollen, dripping, utterly owned.

finally, spent and breathless, he collapses beside you, arms wrapping you close, voice soft but fierce.

“you’re everything to me, sweetheart. and one day, you’ll be carrying my baby.”

© sualette

[sualette]

HELLOOO UR WON FIC IS SAURRRR GOOD WHERE HAVE U BEEN ??? CANR BELIEVE I JUST FOUND U 😭🙏🏻 I swear no one really writes about won (ughh) and whenever there is one it’s always good!!

HIII !! thank you so much cutie :(( i'm so glad u enjoy my works :3 i hope you will send reqs in the future 😊

[sualette]

can i req for a won fic 😞 i really enjoyed ur jake one! i was thinking won as someone older

i was already thinking of a jungwon fic so heres a perfect excuse!!!

warnings: smut, unprotected sex, cum play, crying from pleasure...?

your sob turns into a moan the second he slips back in—so deep, so thick, stretching you open all over again with barely a second to adjust.

“fuck,” he hisses through his teeth, one hand firm on your waist to pin you down, the other steadying your thigh with a kind of calmness you don’t have. “feel that? that’s how bad your pussy wants it. gripping me like you don’t ever wanna let go.”

you don’t even try to answer anymore. all you can do is cry out, nails clawing the sheets while he drags his cock out slowly—so slowly—and slams back in hard enough to make your thighs twitch.

“w–wonie, p-please—s'too much,” you cry, but it comes out in that same broken, needy tone as before, not convincing at all. your body’s giving you away. clenching around him, wetter with every ruthless thrust, tears soaking the corners of your mouth.

he smirks down at you, sweat dotting his brow, moving like this isn’t the first time he’s had someone falling apart underneath him—like he knows exactly what he’s doing to you.

“that why you’re squeezin’ me like that, huh?” he murmurs, voice rough, familiar with control. “this what you needed, baby?” he leans in, chest heavy and warm against yours, mouth brushing your ear with that low, practiced kind of dominance. “needed someone who knows how to fuck you dumb ‘til you’re crying with my cum inside you?”

your whimper is almost a scream when his hips slap against yours again—faster now, deeper, relentless.

he grabs your jaw, tilting your head back, thumb dragging slow down your bottom lip. “tongue out,” he says, steady but stern, “don’t make me tell you twice.”

you obey instantly—eyes glassy, lips parted, tongue out like some ruined little doll—and he loves it. groans into your neck as he fucks you faster, harder, rutting into the mess he’s already made of your overstimulated cunt.

your belly’s sticky again, painted with hot cum that he never bothered to wipe away. your pussy’s so wet and wrecked, the sound of it obscene—slick, sloppy, soaking. you’re twitching underneath him, legs limp, brain gone somewhere soft and foggy.

“you’re mine,” he grits out, rough fingers working tight circles onto your clit until your whole body jolts. “mine to fuck, mine to break. you ask me to stop but this pretty little pussy keeps beggin’ for more, doesn’t it?”

you nod through the tears, voice slurred and trembling. “y–yes, yes wonie, y’rs—just yours,” you babble, drooling a little now, “need it so bad, please don’t stop, even if i cry, d-don’t s–stop—”

he groans deep in his chest, grabbing your hips tighter—possessive now, bruising—as he fucks into you one last time and spills hot into your raw walls. you feel it flood you all over again, thick and warm and so much, your body seizing up from the overwhelming stretch and fullness.

but he doesn’t pull out.

he stays pressed close, cock still twitching inside you while your body shakes with overstimulation. you’re sobbing again—quiet now, hiccuping, lips puffy and eyes red—but you don’t tell him to stop.

you never do.

“good fuckin’ girl,” he breathes, brushing your tears with the back of his fingers before he kisses your cheek. “you’ll take one more for me, yeah?”

and even in that wrecked, dazed little state, you nod.

because you always do.

especially for him.

© sualette

[sualette]

cowgirl riding jake till between readers & jake thighs are sooo full of ribbons of cum cuz they keep going for hours at night & louddd, creampie till reader is full

oh my gosh this is so hot i'm done for

warnings: smut, cowgirl, cum play, overstimulation, dumbification, multiple creampies

you’re straddling jake, your glasses slipping a little as you move, thighs slick and sticky, his heavy cock buried deep inside you for what feels like hours. every time you lift up, thick ropes of his cum slip out of your dripping, stretched pussy, sliding down his thighs and pooling on the sheets beneath you. it’s warm and messy, and you’re drowning in it.

“jakey, please,” you moan, voice shaky and breathless, your glasses fogging slightly with your heat, “i’m so full… i can’t hold it all… it’s leaking… it’s everywhere…” your hands grip his chest, fingers trembling as you bounce down on him again, squelching wet and loud. “please don’t stop… i’m gonna go dumb for you, jakey… gonna lose my mind…”

he grins, eyes dark, watching the creamy mess drip from your pussy lips. “look at you, baby… can’t keep a single drop, huh? you’re my messy little cumdump.”

your head falls back, tongue lolling out as you babble nonsense, your glasses slipping further down your nose, “i’m so messy… all yours… feel it dripping, jakey, down my thighs… can’t stop, can’t think…” your hips move in slow, lazy circles, but your body shakes from the overload of feeling and overstimulation.

he dips his fingers into the thick slick between your legs, then slides them inside you, pressing deep and spreading the wet warmth back into your cunt. the squelch is loud and filthy. you cry out, voice breathy and broken, “more… pleasepleaseplease… stuff it back in, jakey… don’t let it drip out… i need it all inside… i need to be full… so full of you…”

he chuckles low, fingers curling, “you’re such a greedy baby. want every drop, huh?”

you nod, tongue out, eyes glazed behind your glasses, words coming out in a desperate babble, “always yours… all your cum… feel it filling me up… i’m gonna burst… so full… fuck, jakey… don’t stop, don’t stop… keep fucking me full…”

he grabs your hips tight, lifting you just enough to watch the milky cum spill out again, thick ribbons falling slow and sticky over his cock and thighs. “can’t get enough of this mess, huh? you’re dripping all over me.”

you whine, voice soft and dumb, adjusting your glasses with a shaky hand, “i’m so dumb… so wet… all your cum… i’m gonna stay like this forever… need you to fill me again… make me your cumslut…”

he leans up, kisses your temple, then slides back inside, cock pulsing deep as he spills into you again—warm, heavy, endless. the fresh load slips out over and over, mixing with everything else until your pussy’s slick, swollen, and shining in the dim light.

you moan loud, voice cracking, “jakey… fill me… fill me till i’m dripping… till i’m full… till there’s no space left… want you to ruin me… i’m so yours… always yours…”

he presses his forehead to yours, glasses slightly askew on your face now, voice low and rough, “you’re mine, baby. mine to fill, mine to ruin. and i’m not done with you yet.”

your body shudders, hips rolling with whatever strength you have left, riding the endless flood of him while your mind melts away into pure, babbling pleasure—lost in the sound of skin slapping, cum dripping, and your own helpless, needy moans.

© sualette

[sualette]

hihi, dropping by after i read ur sunghoon fic (which i love btw god this man is SO fine) and just wanna say, im in love with ur theme ><

this is the sweetest thing someone has said to me today TT thank you!!

[sualette]

such a pretty blog ^_^

thank u so much :3 ur theme is the cutest!

[sualette]

Heeseung fucking you DEEP in a water bed 🙏

read this and immediately started laughing but HERE you go

warnings : smut, unprotected sex, dumbification, bulge kink, breeding kink

your hands twist in the silk sheets, breath hitching every time the bed shifts under you — slow, steady waves of movement that make it feel like you're floating. the water bed rocks with every thrust, every roll of heeseung’s hips into yours, but his grip is firm where he holds you down, large hands braced at your waist to keep you from slipping away.

“shit,” he groans, voice rough in your ear, “this bed’s not making it easy, doll.”

your legs tremble around his hips, thighs spread wide as he fucks into you from above, deeper than you've ever felt him. every stroke is long and deliberate, like he’s trying to reach somewhere untouched, and the motion of the water beneath only pulls him in more. your back arches with a whimper, head tossing as the bed rocks in rhythm with his thrusts.

“feels so— god, deep, hee…” you choke out, fingers clutching at his arms.

he kisses your jaw, panting softly. “you’re taking it so well. letting me fuck you like this… look at you.”

and he does — his eyes drop between your bodies for a second, and he groans when he sees it: the way your tummy bulges with every deep thrust. “fuck, doll… you see that?”

you blink up at him, hazy, confused.

his hand slides down, pressing gently over your lower belly. “right here. that’s me.”

you gasp, thighs twitching around his waist when he pushes down, cock nudging impossibly deeper. the pressure, the fullness, the sight of it — it makes your mind blur. heeseung watches your face melt, lips parting around a soundless moan, and smirks.

“you’re so fuckin’ full,” he breathes. “pussy’s stretched tight, tummy all swollen from how deep i’m in you. no wonder you can’t talk.”

he pulls out just enough to snap his hips forward again, and you cry out — body jolting with the wave-like motion of the mattress. the slosh of the water matches the wet sound between your bodies, and heeseung watches the way your eyes flutter, how your lips go slack with every thrust.

“feel how wet you are, doll? barely even movin’ and you’re squeezin’ me like you need it.”

you nod helplessly, mouth open, brain fogged. your voice catches in your throat when he angles his hips just right — hitting that spot again and again until you’re clawing at his back, gasping out nonsense, half-formed pleas.

“aw, baby,” he coos, “can’t even think anymore, huh?”

his voice is teasing, but his thrusts stay brutal — deep and punishing, the water bed rippling with every movement. the bulge in your belly rises and falls with each sharp grind of his hips, and heeseung can’t take his eyes off it.

“that’s it,” he grits out, “don’t hold back. let me hear how good i’m making you feel.”

you finally cry out, trembling under him, and heeseung loves it — hips slamming harder, faster, water churning, bed creaking beneath the weight of you both. your hands are limp now, eyes rolling back, moans slurred and high and dumb, and it makes him snap.

“mine,” he groans, one hand slipping between your bodies to rub your clit in tight, fast circles. “all mine. gonna cum for me again, yeah? give me one more. you got it in you.”

your answer is a broken sob, your body twitching violently as your second orgasm hits — messy and overwhelming. your pussy clenches so hard around him he nearly loses it, and your tummy visibly jumps with the movement of his cock deep inside.

heeseung doesn’t stop. not when your legs shake, not when your nails scrape down his back, not even when your moans turn to little sobs, wrecked and overstimulated.

“shh, i know, baby. too much, right?” he breathes, hips still moving, slower now, dragging it out. “but you can take it. you always take it.”

you’re gone. totally limp, eyes glassy, fucked stupid and stuffed full. and that’s when heeseung finally loses it — moaning low in your ear, thrusting one last time as he cums deep inside you, cock throbbing, the bulge in your belly pulsing with every wave of his release.

the bed sways beneath you both now, soft and slow again, the water cradling your bodies like aftershock ripples. heeseung collapses against you, chest heaving, kissing your cheek, your jaw, your temple.

“you okay, doll?” he murmurs, voice gentle, brushing your damp hair back.

you nod, dazed and breathless, lips barely moving. “never letting you fuck me in a normal bed again.”

his grin is cocky and flushed, and he presses a kiss to your swollen belly. “good,” he whispers. “’cause i like seeing myself right here.”

© sualette

[sualette]

sleepy riding jake ?

love u for this cause i just saw a jake edit ?!

warnings : unprotected sex, sleepy sex (consensual), praising, creampie

you're barely awake, cheeks smushed against jake's shoulder as you shift in his lap, thighs straddling him. the room is bathed in that soft morning light, everything quiet except that rustle of sheets and the little hitch in his breath when you sink down onto him.

his hands slide up to your waist automatically, loose and warm. his eyes still half─lidded from sleep. he blinks up at you like he’s not sure if he’s dreaming—hair messy, lips parted, chest rising under your palms.

“mm… baby…” he breathes, voice all raspy and wrecked. “you feel so good…”

you move slow. too sleepy to do much more, just the softest grind of your hips against his, taking your time. and he melts under you, his grip tightening slightly every time you roll down just right.

"just like that,” he whispers, eyes fluttering shut. “fuck—just like that, baby, you’re perfect.”

he lets you set the pace, whining softly whenever you slow down—needy and breathless, his hands slipping back down to your hips like he’s trying not to beg.

“don’t stop,” he gasps, hips lifting weakly into yours. “please, baby—keep going, keep going… you’re doing so good.”

you're trembling a little, too, from how full he makes you feel, how warm and close you are. your movements stay slow, steady, all lazy and sticky and sweet. you can tell he's getting close by the way he clings to you harder, fingers pressing into your skin, voice getting all desperate and soft.

"gonna cum—fuck, i’m gonna cum, just like this,” he whimpers, “wanna feel you ride it out, baby, please—”

and you do. you keep moving through it, letting him fall apart under you, moaning softly as he fills you. his brain's all fuzzy, hands trembling as he pulls you down onto his chest, both of you panting.

he kisses your shoulder, still trying to catch his breath.

"you're the best things that's ever happened to me," he mumbles against your skin. "no one feels like you do."

you hum, half—asleep again, and smile into his neck. he keeps you close, still inside, whispering sweet nothings and praises.

[sualette]

IT'S SO SWEET ⭑ knowing that you love me.

𝐓𝐑𝐎𝐈𝐒 | you know i think your skin's the perfect color, but it's always your eyes that pull me under.

𝟕𝟔𝟔───심재윤 x f!rea 【 ♡ 】 fluff best friends to lovers ─ unprotected sex loss of virginity oral ( f recieving ) not proofread 。

SPAM REBLOGS GETS YOU SMOOCHES

his dorm was quiet, just the faint hum of the tv playing some half-forgotten show as you curled closer to him on the bed. jake smelled like his shampoo, warm and familiar. you always felt safe with him—which is probably why you couldn’t stop thinking about it. about asking.

he noticed the way you kept glancing at him, playing with the hem of your hoodie, lips parted like you wanted to say something but didn’t know how. “you okay, yn?” he asked, voice low and gentle, concern flickering across his face as he tilted his head at you.

you nodded a little too fast. “yeah. just… thinking.”

“about what?” he nudged your knee with his.

you hesitated, heart thudding like it might knock the words right out of your chest. “can i ask you something?” you whispered.

“anything.”

your fingers twisted in his sleeve. “will you… be my first?”

his expression softened instantly, surprise flickering across his features before it melted into something tender. “baby… are you sure?”

you nodded slowly. “i trust you. i wanna know what it feels like, and i—i want it to be with you. only you.”

jake leaned in, cupping your cheek with his warm palm. “sweetheart… you have no idea how much that means to me.” his thumb brushed your skin, voice lower now. “but i need you to tell me again. you really want this?”

“yes,” you breathed, eyes shining. “i want you.”

he kissed you slow — soft, careful, reverent. his lips moved against yours like he was memorizing the way you tasted. you gasped a little when his hand slid under your hoodie, fingers resting just above your waistband.

“tell me if anything feels too much, okay?” he murmured against your mouth.

“okay.”

he pulled your hoodie off gently, letting his eyes roam your body like you were something sacred. “god, you’re so beautiful,” he whispered, leaning in to press kisses down your chest, slow and lingering. “you don’t even know what you do to me.”

you whimpered when he dipped lower, tongue teasing across your skin, taking his time. “jakey…”

he smiled softly against you. “gonna make you feel good, baby. i promise.”

his fingers were warm when they slid down your waistband, slow and respectful, and he watched your face as he pushed them inside you, gently curling — learning you, listening to every breathy moan. “you’re doing so well for me,” he whispered. “such a good girl.”

you gasped his name as he leaned down between your thighs, mouth replacing his fingers, tongue licking and sucking you with slow, lazy strokes. “j-jake— oh—”

“taste so sweet,” he groaned against you, holding your hips steady. “can’t get enough.”

you tugged at his hair, overwhelmed, thighs trembling as your first orgasm rushed through you like a wave. he kissed your inner thighs, soothing you through it. “you okay?” he asked softly, lips wet, eyes warm.

“yeah,” you nodded, dazed. “i wanna do it now… please.”

jake leaned up, kissing you slow and deep, letting you taste yourself on his tongue. “i’ve got you, baby.”

he was careful, sliding between your legs, stroking himself a few times before pressing against your entrance. “this might sting a little, but i’ll go slow. just breathe, okay?”

you nodded, holding his hand tight.

he pushed in with quiet moans, inch by inch, pausing every few seconds. “you’re doing so good… so tight, baby. feels like heaven.”

it burned, but he kissed your tears away, whispered how perfect you felt, how proud he was of you. when he was fully inside, he stilled, pressing his forehead to yours.

“you okay?” he breathed.

“mmh… yeah. full,” you whispered.

he kissed your nose. “tell me when i can move.”

you whispered now, and he rocked into you slow and deep, letting you adjust, worshipping every inch of you with soft words and kisses.

“you’re taking me so well, sweetheart. feel so good around me.”

you whined, overwhelmed, holding onto him as your second orgasm built fast. “j-jakey— i can’t—”

“you can, baby. let go for me.”

your body clenched around him and he moaned, barely pulling out before he came, thick and messy inside you. he stayed there, letting you catch your breath, heart racing against yours.

he pulled out carefully, eyes full of love. “you did amazing. so proud of you.”

you flushed, breathless. “thank you…”

jake smiled and pulled you close, slipping back inside just a little as you laid tangled together. “just wanna stay like this a while. just us.”

you nodded, kissing his chest. “me too.”

수아 : hello hi i love sim jaeyun

taglist open !

© sualette 2025

[sualette]

IT'S SO SWEET ⭑ knowing that you love me.

𝐓𝐑𝐎𝐈𝐒 | you know i think your skin's the perfect color, but it's always your eyes that pull me under.

𝟕𝟔𝟔───심재윤 x f!rea 【 ♡ 】 fluff best friends to lovers ─ unprotected sex loss of virginity oral ( f recieving ) not proofread 。

SPAM REBLOGS GETS YOU SMOOCHES

his dorm was quiet, just the faint hum of the tv playing some half-forgotten show as you curled closer to him on the bed. jake smelled like his shampoo, warm and familiar. you always felt safe with him—which is probably why you couldn’t stop thinking about it. about asking.

he noticed the way you kept glancing at him, playing with the hem of your hoodie, lips parted like you wanted to say something but didn’t know how. “you okay, yn?” he asked, voice low and gentle, concern flickering across his face as he tilted his head at you.

you nodded a little too fast. “yeah. just… thinking.”

“about what?” he nudged your knee with his.

you hesitated, heart thudding like it might knock the words right out of your chest. “can i ask you something?” you whispered.

“anything.”

your fingers twisted in his sleeve. “will you… be my first?”

his expression softened instantly, surprise flickering across his features before it melted into something tender. “baby… are you sure?”

you nodded slowly. “i trust you. i wanna know what it feels like, and i—i want it to be with you. only you.”

jake leaned in, cupping your cheek with his warm palm. “sweetheart… you have no idea how much that means to me.” his thumb brushed your skin, voice lower now. “but i need you to tell me again. you really want this?”

“yes,” you breathed, eyes shining. “i want you.”

he kissed you slow — soft, careful, reverent. his lips moved against yours like he was memorizing the way you tasted. you gasped a little when his hand slid under your hoodie, fingers resting just above your waistband.

“tell me if anything feels too much, okay?” he murmured against your mouth.

“okay.”

he pulled your hoodie off gently, letting his eyes roam your body like you were something sacred. “god, you’re so beautiful,” he whispered, leaning in to press kisses down your chest, slow and lingering. “you don’t even know what you do to me.”

you whimpered when he dipped lower, tongue teasing across your skin, taking his time. “jakey…”

he smiled softly against you. “gonna make you feel good, baby. i promise.”

his fingers were warm when they slid down your waistband, slow and respectful, and he watched your face as he pushed them inside you, gently curling — learning you, listening to every breathy moan. “you’re doing so well for me,” he whispered. “such a good girl.”

you gasped his name as he leaned down between your thighs, mouth replacing his fingers, tongue licking and sucking you with slow, lazy strokes. “j-jake— oh—”

“taste so sweet,” he groaned against you, holding your hips steady. “can’t get enough.”

you tugged at his hair, overwhelmed, thighs trembling as your first orgasm rushed through you like a wave. he kissed your inner thighs, soothing you through it. “you okay?” he asked softly, lips wet, eyes warm.

“yeah,” you nodded, dazed. “i wanna do it now… please.”

jake leaned up, kissing you slow and deep, letting you taste yourself on his tongue. “i’ve got you, baby.”

he was careful, sliding between your legs, stroking himself a few times before pressing against your entrance. “this might sting a little, but i’ll go slow. just breathe, okay?”

you nodded, holding his hand tight.

he pushed in with quiet moans, inch by inch, pausing every few seconds. “you’re doing so good… so tight, baby. feels like heaven.”

it burned, but he kissed your tears away, whispered how perfect you felt, how proud he was of you. when he was fully inside, he stilled, pressing his forehead to yours.

“you okay?” he breathed.

“mmh… yeah. full,” you whispered.

he kissed your nose. “tell me when i can move.”

you whispered now, and he rocked into you slow and deep, letting you adjust, worshipping every inch of you with soft words and kisses.

“you’re taking me so well, sweetheart. feel so good around me.”

you whined, overwhelmed, holding onto him as your second orgasm built fast. “j-jakey— i can’t—”

“you can, baby. let go for me.”

your body clenched around him and he moaned, barely pulling out before he came, thick and messy inside you. he stayed there, letting you catch your breath, heart racing against yours.

he pulled out carefully, eyes full of love. “you did amazing. so proud of you.”

you flushed, breathless. “thank you…”

jake smiled and pulled you close, slipping back inside just a little as you laid tangled together. “just wanna stay like this a while. just us.”

you nodded, kissing his chest. “me too.”

수아 : hello hi i love sim jaeyun

taglist open !

© sualette 2025

[sualette]

LOVE LOOKS PRETTY ⭑ on you.

𝐔𝐍𝐄 | i love how you love me, so delicately.

𝟗𝟒𝟑───박성훈 x f!rea 【 ♡ 】 fluff 、 unprotected sex ─ mirrored intimate sex not proofread 。

SPAM REBLOGS GETS YOU SMOOCHES

you and sunghoon have always been rivals on the ice — pushing each other, testing limits, racing for gold. but beneath the ice-cold competition, something’s been thawing.

tonight, in your shared hotel room after the last competition, it’s just the two of you — no shouting, no teasing, just quiet.

he catches your gaze in the mirror as you stand side by side, shoulders brushing. the tension between you feels different now. softer.

“you’re beautiful,” he says, voice barely a whisper. “not just when you skate. like this, right now.”

your heart thuds in your chest, cheeks warming. you look away, but he gently tilts your chin back, making you meet his eyes.

“love looks pretty on you,” he murmurs, the words tender, almost shy.

you reach out and let your fingers trail over his jaw, tracing the slight stubble there. he smiles — small, honest.

slowly, he presses a kiss to your forehead, then down to your temple.

“let me show you how much you mean to me,” he says softly.

he takes your hand and guides you gently to the mirror. the warm light of the room bathes your skin as you stand facing your reflection.

he wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you close from behind.

“i want you to see yourself the way i see you,” he whispers.

then, with a gentle touch, he guides you to bend over at the waist — just enough so your hands rest lightly on the dresser in front of the mirror, your back arching naturally, hips tilting back toward him.

you can feel his warmth behind you, steady and sure.

as he cups your hips and lines himself up, a delicious tension builds inside you — the slow, deep stretch as he presses inside. it’s a mix of fullness and warmth that makes your breath catch, muscles softening and then gently yielding.

the stretch feels good — a little intense, new, but safe and steady, like your body is welcoming him piece by piece. he moves slowly, letting you adjust to every inch, every slight shift.

your chest rises and falls with the rhythm of your breath as the sensation blooms from a subtle pull into a comforting fullness that grounds you. the stretch opens you up — not just physically, but emotionally — a quiet surrender in his arms.

“you’re perfect,” he murmurs against your neck. “take your time.”

his hands cup your hips as he leans in, lips brushing along your neck.

“you look so beautiful like this,” he murmurs.

he sets a slow rhythm, deep and steady, his breath warm on your neck as he murmurs praise.

“good girl,” he says, “taking me so well.”

you close your eyes, leaning into him, feeling every gentle thrust.

he pulls you closer, sliding one hand down between your legs to stroke you tenderly in time with his movements.

“you don’t have to be strong right now,” he whispers. “i’m here. you’re safe.”

his voice, low and soothing, makes you shiver.

you feel yourself building — warmth spreading through your body like sunlight.

"please,” you breathe, barely louder than a whisper. “i want you.”

"say it,” he says softly, voice gentle but firm.

"please, sunghoon,” you murmur, “i want you. i need you.”

he smiles against your skin, lips ghosting over your jaw.

“you’re mine,” he says, “and i’m yours.”

your body trembles as pleasure builds, every gentle thrust sending waves through you.

he holds you steady, never rushing — letting you come undone in his arms.

you open your eyes and see yourselves reflected in the mirror — flushed, connected, radiant.

he leans down to kiss your shoulder, then your neck, then presses a soft kiss to your lips.

"i love you,” he whispers.

you smile, tears of happiness pricking your eyes.

"love looks pretty on you,” he says again.

afterwards, he pulls you into bed, wrapping you in his arms.

you rest your head on his chest, listening to the steady beat of his heart.

lthank you,” you whisper.

"for what?” he asks, voice full of warmth.

“for seeing me. really seeing me.”

he kisses your forehead, holding you close.

“always,” he says. “you’re everything.”

수아 : first post .. i hope you all will like it ! i have so much more in my notes that i need to post TT

taglist open !

© sualette 2025

[sualette]

LOVE LOOKS PRETTY ⭑ on you.

𝐔𝐍𝐄 | i love how you love me, so delicately.

𝟗𝟒𝟑───박성훈 x f!rea 【 ♡ 】 fluff 、 unprotected sex ─ mirrored intimate sex not proofread 。

SPAM REBLOGS GETS YOU SMOOCHES

you and sunghoon have always been rivals on the ice — pushing each other, testing limits, racing for gold. but beneath the ice-cold competition, something’s been thawing.

tonight, in your shared hotel room after the last competition, it’s just the two of you — no shouting, no teasing, just quiet.

he catches your gaze in the mirror as you stand side by side, shoulders brushing. the tension between you feels different now. softer.

“you’re beautiful,” he says, voice barely a whisper. “not just when you skate. like this, right now.”

your heart thuds in your chest, cheeks warming. you look away, but he gently tilts your chin back, making you meet his eyes.

“love looks pretty on you,” he murmurs, the words tender, almost shy.

you reach out and let your fingers trail over his jaw, tracing the slight stubble there. he smiles — small, honest.

slowly, he presses a kiss to your forehead, then down to your temple.

“let me show you how much you mean to me,” he says softly.

he takes your hand and guides you gently to the mirror. the warm light of the room bathes your skin as you stand facing your reflection.

he wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you close from behind.

“i want you to see yourself the way i see you,” he whispers.

then, with a gentle touch, he guides you to bend over at the waist — just enough so your hands rest lightly on the dresser in front of the mirror, your back arching naturally, hips tilting back toward him.

you can feel his warmth behind you, steady and sure.

as he cups your hips and lines himself up, a delicious tension builds inside you — the slow, deep stretch as he presses inside. it’s a mix of fullness and warmth that makes your breath catch, muscles softening and then gently yielding.

the stretch feels good — a little intense, new, but safe and steady, like your body is welcoming him piece by piece. he moves slowly, letting you adjust to every inch, every slight shift.

your chest rises and falls with the rhythm of your breath as the sensation blooms from a subtle pull into a comforting fullness that grounds you. the stretch opens you up — not just physically, but emotionally — a quiet surrender in his arms.

“you’re perfect,” he murmurs against your neck. “take your time.”

his hands cup your hips as he leans in, lips brushing along your neck.

“you look so beautiful like this,” he murmurs.

he sets a slow rhythm, deep and steady, his breath warm on your neck as he murmurs praise.

“good girl,” he says, “taking me so well.”

you close your eyes, leaning into him, feeling every gentle thrust.

he pulls you closer, sliding one hand down between your legs to stroke you tenderly in time with his movements.

“you don’t have to be strong right now,” he whispers. “i’m here. you’re safe.”

his voice, low and soothing, makes you shiver.

you feel yourself building — warmth spreading through your body like sunlight.

"please,” you breathe, barely louder than a whisper. “i want you.”

"say it,” he says softly, voice gentle but firm.

"please, sunghoon,” you murmur, “i want you. i need you.”

he smiles against your skin, lips ghosting over your jaw.

“you’re mine,” he says, “and i’m yours.”

your body trembles as pleasure builds, every gentle thrust sending waves through you.

he holds you steady, never rushing — letting you come undone in his arms.

you open your eyes and see yourselves reflected in the mirror — flushed, connected, radiant.

he leans down to kiss your shoulder, then your neck, then presses a soft kiss to your lips.

"i love you,” he whispers.

you smile, tears of happiness pricking your eyes.

"love looks pretty on you,” he says again.

afterwards, he pulls you into bed, wrapping you in his arms.

you rest your head on his chest, listening to the steady beat of his heart.

lthank you,” you whisper.

"for what?” he asks, voice full of warmth.

“for seeing me. really seeing me.”

he kisses your forehead, holding you close.

“always,” he says. “you’re everything.”

수아 : first post .. i hope you all will like it ! i have so much more in my notes that i need to post TT

taglist open !

© sualette 2025

[sualette]

best friend's brother!heeseung ?

yes yes yes yes YES!!

warnings : unprotected sex, cum play, deception, risk of getting caught !

you shouldn’t be in his room. your best friend’s downstairs, probably raiding the fridge or setting up a movie. you swore you were just going to grab a charger. and now heeseung’s got you pinned against the wall, hoodie bunched around your waist, your panties shoved to the side.

“just the tip,” he mutters, voice low and dangerous. “just to feel you for a second.”

you know that’s a lie. he always says that. and you always let him.

his cock pushes in slow, thick head splitting you open, and you gasp—legs already shaking. your hands scramble for something to hold on to, fingers clutching at his shirt like it’s the only thing keeping you upright.

he groans against your neck, hips grinding deep but shallow, just barely moving. “fuck, you’re so warm, doll. so wet already and i’ve barely touched you.”

you shouldn’t let him. you shouldn’t want this.

but then he slides in fully, hips flush to yours, and you let out the tiniest whimper.

“thought it was just the tip?” you whisper.

he smirks, already pulling back to thrust again, slow and deep. “oops.”

from there it unravels. he fucks you hard—deliberately, like he wants to make you remember it all day. each snap of his hips is slick, loud, obscene. and when he cums inside you the first time, it’s with a growl of your name and his hands gripping your hips like he owns you.

but he doesn’t stop.

heeseung fucks you through it, cum dripping down your thighs, thrusts getting rougher. “not enough. need to fill you again—ruin this pussy until it can’t take anyone else.”

you’re babbling now, head against the wall, arms limp, just letting him use your body how he wants. the second time he cums, it’s with your legs shaking and cunt fluttering around him, pulling it all in like you need it.

by the third round, he’s sitting on the edge of the bed with you in his lap, riding him slow, too full and too fucked-out to think. his cum leaking out with every bounce. a mess between your thighs. your brain’s gone.

“look at you,” he breathes, voice dripping with pride and filth. “so fucked dumb you forgot where you are. what if your friend walks in, huh? you gonna stop me?”

you shake your head, barely able to speak. and he just smiles.

“that’s what i thought. now be a good girl and milk one more out of me. i wanna see it dripping down your legs when you walk out of here.”

© sualette

[sualette]

TONIGHT I WANNA ⭑ get nasty.

𝐃𝐄𝐔𝐗 | don't wanna wait on it, tonight i wanna get nasty.

𝟖𝟓𝟔───이희승 x f!rea 【 ♡ 】 established relationship idol au ─ unprotected sex overstimulation semi-public not proofread 。

SPAM REBLOGS GETS YOU KISSES

your heels click against the concrete floor, the echo of fan chants still buzzing in your ears as you sweep down the hallway in a rhinestone pink two-piece that barely covers anything — hair pinned high, lips glossed, glitter dusting your shoulders like fairy dust.

you look like a dream.

“doll,” heeseung calls gently, already walking toward you. his voice is soft, sweet — like he always is with you. his hand finds your waist before you can fully turn. “you okay? did the heels kill you again?”

you flash a smile, tilting your head. “i’m good. but… someone was staring hard.”

his grip on your waist tightens — just slightly. he presses a soft kiss to your temple, voice still gentle. “you looked insane tonight. i almost forgot my lyrics when you turned around in that outfit.”

you giggle, but his fingers slip lower — gripping just above the curve of your ass.

“hee,” you whisper, teasing. “you’re touching me like you want something.”

his smile never fades, but it darkens just enough to twist heat in your belly. “i do. and i’m not waiting ‘til we’re home.”

you’re pressed up against the mirror before you can even blink. heeseung’s hand pushes your cheek flat to the cool glass, your body bent, arms braced.

“fuck, doll…” his voice has that edge now — low and heavy with want. “you wore this just for me, didn’t you? needed me to see every inch.”

“maybe,” you breathe, trying to keep your voice even. but his hand is already toying with the hem of your skirt.

“you’re unreal,” he murmurs. he kisses the back of your neck, still so sweet — then pushes your panties to the side. “and so fucking wet already.”

his fingers slip between your thighs. slow at first. testing. but then his pace shifts — and your knees nearly give.

“hee— wait—”

“nah. not waiting.” his fingers pull away, soaked. he brings them to your lips, taps twice. “open.”

you do — obediently, sweetly — letting him slide them in and press down on your tongue.

he leans close to whisper, “taste how needy you are for me, doll.”

your thighs squeeze together. your mouth is still open when he pulls his belt loose with one hand, the other keeping your hips pressed to the glass.

“you want it?” he asks softly, stroking himself behind you. “use your words.”

“please, hee,” you whine, blinking at your reflection. “i want it so bad— been wanting it all night.”

“say what you want.”

“want your cock,” you gasp. “inside— i want you to fuck me, make me come. please.”

he smiles, just a little — brushing the tip against your entrance. “so polite. such a good girl for me.”

then he pushes in.

and your mind blanks.

you moan so loud he claps a hand over your mouth, shushing you through it. “shh, baby, someone might hear.”

he doesn’t stop. each thrust is deeper than the last, forcing your breath out in shaky gasps, your nails scrambling for grip against the mirror.

“god, you’re tight,” he hisses. “so tiny around me. can feel everything.”

you babble something incoherent, and he laughs — pulling out just to slam back in.

“what’s that, doll? can’t talk anymore?”

your head nods uselessly. your words dissolve into whines.

“already dumb for me?” he teases, hand sliding up to squeeze your throat just lightly from behind. “and i haven’t even made you come yet.”

his rhythm doesn’t stop. not when you start shaking. not when your thighs tremble. not when you choke out, “hee, i—i’m gonna—”

“go ahead.” he leans forward, mouth right at your ear. “make a mess for me.”

you do — full-body shaking, toes curling, vision blinking white.

and he still doesn’t stop.

later in the hotel room, you’re spread on the bed, face flushed, eyes glassy, legs trembling from the second orgasm. your chest heaves, lip gloss smeared, lashes wet with tears.

“you’re doing so well for me,” heeseung praises, kissing your ankle as he lifts your leg over his shoulder. “just one more, okay?”

“hee, i can’t—” you whimper.

“you can.” he strokes himself slowly, gaze never leaving your soaked, sensitive folds. “look how perfect you are for me. all stretched out… all mine.”

he slides back in, and you sob — overwhelmed, overstimulated, completely ruined.

he kisses your cheek this time. still sweet. always sweet outside of the way he fucks you.

“just a little more, doll. wanna come inside this pretty pussy—”

your moan cuts him off, body arching again.

he fucks you through another orgasm. and when he finishes — deep and warm inside you — he doesn't pull out right away. he stays pressed close, 

breathing uneven.

then his thumb slides between your thighs — collecting the mess he left inside.

“look at that,” he murmurs. “so full for me.”

and he smears it up over your folds, your stomach, a little onto your lips.

“taste.”

you moan again as you suck it off, and he kisses you deep, his hand cradling your face so gently you could cry.

“you’re perfect, doll,” he whispers. “my perfect girl.”

수아 : i keep seeing videos on my fyp saying heeseung is UNC! desire unleash did something to him oh my gosh

taglist open !

© sualette 2025

[sualette]

TONIGHT I WANNA ⭑ get nasty.

𝐃𝐄𝐔𝐗 | don't wanna wait on it, tonight i wanna get nasty.

𝟖𝟓𝟔───이희승 x f!rea 【 ♡ 】 established relationship idol au ─ unprotected sex overstimulation semi-public not proofread 。

SPAM REBLOGS GETS YOU KISSES

your heels click against the concrete floor, the echo of fan chants still buzzing in your ears as you sweep down the hallway in a rhinestone pink two-piece that barely covers anything — hair pinned high, lips glossed, glitter dusting your shoulders like fairy dust.

you look like a dream.

“doll,” heeseung calls gently, already walking toward you. his voice is soft, sweet — like he always is with you. his hand finds your waist before you can fully turn. “you okay? did the heels kill you again?”

you flash a smile, tilting your head. “i’m good. but… someone was staring hard.”

his grip on your waist tightens — just slightly. he presses a soft kiss to your temple, voice still gentle. “you looked insane tonight. i almost forgot my lyrics when you turned around in that outfit.”

you giggle, but his fingers slip lower — gripping just above the curve of your ass.

“hee,” you whisper, teasing. “you’re touching me like you want something.”

his smile never fades, but it darkens just enough to twist heat in your belly. “i do. and i’m not waiting ‘til we’re home.”

you’re pressed up against the mirror before you can even blink. heeseung’s hand pushes your cheek flat to the cool glass, your body bent, arms braced.

“fuck, doll…” his voice has that edge now — low and heavy with want. “you wore this just for me, didn’t you? needed me to see every inch.”

“maybe,” you breathe, trying to keep your voice even. but his hand is already toying with the hem of your skirt.

“you’re unreal,” he murmurs. he kisses the back of your neck, still so sweet — then pushes your panties to the side. “and so fucking wet already.”

his fingers slip between your thighs. slow at first. testing. but then his pace shifts — and your knees nearly give.

“hee— wait—”

“nah. not waiting.” his fingers pull away, soaked. he brings them to your lips, taps twice. “open.”

you do — obediently, sweetly — letting him slide them in and press down on your tongue.

he leans close to whisper, “taste how needy you are for me, doll.”

your thighs squeeze together. your mouth is still open when he pulls his belt loose with one hand, the other keeping your hips pressed to the glass.

“you want it?” he asks softly, stroking himself behind you. “use your words.”

“please, hee,” you whine, blinking at your reflection. “i want it so bad— been wanting it all night.”

“say what you want.”

“want your cock,” you gasp. “inside— i want you to fuck me, make me come. please.”

he smiles, just a little — brushing the tip against your entrance. “so polite. such a good girl for me.”

then he pushes in.

and your mind blanks.

you moan so loud he claps a hand over your mouth, shushing you through it. “shh, baby, someone might hear.”

he doesn’t stop. each thrust is deeper than the last, forcing your breath out in shaky gasps, your nails scrambling for grip against the mirror.

“god, you’re tight,” he hisses. “so tiny around me. can feel everything.”

you babble something incoherent, and he laughs — pulling out just to slam back in.

“what’s that, doll? can’t talk anymore?”

your head nods uselessly. your words dissolve into whines.

“already dumb for me?” he teases, hand sliding up to squeeze your throat just lightly from behind. “and i haven’t even made you come yet.”

his rhythm doesn’t stop. not when you start shaking. not when your thighs tremble. not when you choke out, “hee, i—i’m gonna—”

“go ahead.” he leans forward, mouth right at your ear. “make a mess for me.”

you do — full-body shaking, toes curling, vision blinking white.

and he still doesn’t stop.

later in the hotel room, you’re spread on the bed, face flushed, eyes glassy, legs trembling from the second orgasm. your chest heaves, lip gloss smeared, lashes wet with tears.

“you’re doing so well for me,” heeseung praises, kissing your ankle as he lifts your leg over his shoulder. “just one more, okay?”

“hee, i can’t—” you whimper.

“you can.” he strokes himself slowly, gaze never leaving your soaked, sensitive folds. “look how perfect you are for me. all stretched out… all mine.”

he slides back in, and you sob — overwhelmed, overstimulated, completely ruined.

he kisses your cheek this time. still sweet. always sweet outside of the way he fucks you.

“just a little more, doll. wanna come inside this pretty pussy—”

your moan cuts him off, body arching again.

he fucks you through another orgasm. and when he finishes — deep and warm inside you — he doesn't pull out right away. he stays pressed close, 

breathing uneven.

then his thumb slides between your thighs — collecting the mess he left inside.

“look at that,” he murmurs. “so full for me.”

and he smears it up over your folds, your stomach, a little onto your lips.

“taste.”

you moan again as you suck it off, and he kisses you deep, his hand cradling your face so gently you could cry.

“you’re perfect, doll,” he whispers. “my perfect girl.”

수아 : i keep seeing videos on my fyp saying heeseung is UNC! desire unleash did something to him oh my gosh

taglist open !

© sualette 2025