#sub enhypen

[givemefevrr]

You Call The Shots, Babe (NSFW)

Pairings: sub!Sunghoon x dom!reader

Warnings: choking kink, breathplay, hair pulling, oral sex (reader receiving), degredation, rough sex, squirting, mild praise, vaginal fingering, mean pet names (slut, slutty little boy, good boy, etc.), begging

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As Sunghoon's lips worship your inner thighs, his hands firmly hold onto your hips and draw you closer to him. The sensation of his hot breath on your skin sends delicious shivers down your spine as his tongue teases its way up your thigh, inching toward where you want him most. 

Your fingers tangled in Sunghoon's hair, a silent command he eagerly obeyed with a gasp as you pulled gently. He took this as a sign of your impatience and quickly dipped between your slick folds to gather some of your wetness, squirming to ease the ache in his knees from the unforgiving hardwood floor he kneeled on before you as you sat comfortably on the edge of your bed. 

Each deliberate stroke of his fingers continued to tease you, making you impatient for more stimulation. Though skillful, the tantalizing slowness of his movements only served to heighten your pure want, pushing you to the edge of restraint.

It earns him another impatient tug of his hair, serving as both a warning and an invitation for more as a warning. With a small whimper, he looks up at you from the floor, two fingers sliding effortlessly into your cunt while his thumb traced circles over your sensitive nub–pulling pleasured sighs out of you. 

Unable to resist, you lean back, spreading your legs wider, opening yourself further to his touch. Sunghoon could feel your walls clenching around his fingers as he started to move them in and out of you, his cock aching more and more by the second. 

With each thrust of his fingers, your body responds, your walls clenching around him. And Sunghoon begins to rub his hardening cock through his sweatpants, his motions subtle and hidden–but he groans slightly as he watches you catch a glimpse of his own neediness, despite his attempt to be slick with it.

And with a sly smile, you lean forward and wrap your fingers around his neck, gently squeezing, and the boy moans pitifully. 

He palms himself harder, whimpering as your grip tightens, the pressure on his airways increasing. He loves this so much, and it's evident in the way his pace quickens, his cock straining against the fabric, a dark patch forming where his precum has begun to seep through. 

"P-please," he gasps, his voice strained from the lack of air.

Your grip tightens a fraction more, a wicked grin on your lips as you speak through your teeth, his fingers still working desperately to pleasure you. "Do you like that?"

Sunghoon nods, his eyes glazed over already. His breathless, choked moans start to mix with the sound of his labored breaths, and his hips move involuntarily against his own hand.

"Needy little thing, aren't you?" you tease, and with a swift motion, you kick his hand away from his crotch, making him whimper at the loss of contact. "Can't keep your hands off yourself, huh?"

His labored breath hitches at your words, nodding frantically. "S-S'good–" he gasps, looking up at you desperately. 

And once you had taken his hand away from his cock, his fingers which had faltered their movement moments prior had found their rhythm inside you once more.

"That's it," you praise, your tone laced with mock approval. "Stop focusing on yourself–so fucking ungrateful, huh? Don't appreciate what I let you have?" Your grip tightened further as punishment, even though you knew the boy would like it regardless. 

Sunghoon's eyes widened, and he shook his head in denial, trying to prove his desire to please you by speeding up the pace of his fingers inside you. He works his fingers well, hitting all the right spots, and you start to let out some more pleasurable sighs, enjoying the treatment he's giving you.

But soon enough, it all comes to a halt as Sunghoon's fingers retreat from your throbbing core, leaving you achingly empty. He quickly taps your wrist, signaling his need for a break from the choking, so you reluctantly release your grip, allowing him a moment to catch his breath, his whiny panting filling the room.

"Fuck, you're so weak," you tease, peering down at him with a smirk. "You can't even handle a little choking."

Sunghoon just groans in response, too spacey to come up with a witty retort, his body still tingling from the previous choking, struggling to catch his breath, his chest rising and falling rapidly.

You notice his squirming and the way he tries to readjust his hardness straining against his sticky sweatpants, and it brings you a sick satisfaction seeing his discomfort as you deny him the satisfaction of touching himself. 

"Can't even control that pathetic cock of yours, can you?" you taunt, relishing in his humiliation. 

Sunghoon's cheeks flush with embarrassment, his arousal evident in the way his cock twitches against the fabric, seeking any form of stimulation.

His breath hitches, his eyes dazed as he gazes up at you. "I-I'm sorry," he stammers, his voice barely above a whisper.

 He grabs your hand, looking up at you with wide eyes as he resumes thumbing over your clit, trying to wrap your fingers back around his throat. "Please," He whimpered slightly as you looked down at him with mock pity, trying to tighten your grip again. "I need...I need..."

However, with a firm touch, you pull his hands away from your clit instead–an unamused look on your face. "Oh? Since when do you get to ask me for things?" You gaze darkly down at the boy.

Sunghoon stammers, caught off guard by your denial. "I- I just…" he begins, flustered and unsure how to respond.

"You just what? Forgot?" you snap, your tone tinged with anger. "Who's in control here?"

"You…" he whimpers, looking away shamefully, his cheeks burning with embarrassment at his vulnerability. 

"And what are you?" you demand. Sunghoon mumbled a response, his eyes pleading with you, but his words were barely audible. "What was that?" you demanded again, tugging at his hair to ensure he faced you fully.

"I'm a pathetic little slut," he whined quietly, his face flushing with embarrassment, resting his cheek desperately on your thigh.

"That's right," you purr, loosening your grip on his hair and leaning back. You know he wants the complete opposite of that, but you decide to tease him a little longer, pulling him up to face level. "And what do slutty little boys like you deserve?" You lean down and place a soft kiss on his forehead before trailing your lips down to his neck, nipping and sucking at the pale skin. 

"Ngh—"Sunghoon whimpers, arching his neck to give you more access, seemingly unfazed by your question. 

"Hm? Speak up." You lift his chin gently, looking into his eyes inches away from yours, the intensity of your gaze making it clear that you expect a clear answer.

But he just whimpered again and leaned in to take your lips in a kiss, as if he was barely able to think with his brain over his dick. 

You let him kiss you for a while, tonguing around his mouth as he melts into you. But you don't let him get away with it for too long—he still didn't answer your question!

Sunghoon chases after your lips as you separate yourself from him, to which he lets out a slight, disappointed noise. 

However, your firm tone puts him in line as the slight daze in his eyes clears up quickly. "Answer me." 

"Slutty boys like me only deserve what you're willing to give me," he panted with tiny whiny breaths. "Nothing more." 

"Yeah?" You cock your head to the side, a teasing smirk playing on your lips as your fingers stay tangled in Sunghoon's hair. His cheeks flush, his eyes pleading for your approval.

"Do you think you earned it, Sunghoon?" you ask tauntingly, challenging him to prove himself.

The boy nods again, his eyes pleading for your mercy, hoping you'll grant him what he craves. But instead, you softly push him away and crawl back to lie on the bed, spreading your legs invitingly.

"Then show me you deserve it," you command, your eyes locked on him as you await his next move.

Without hesitation, Sunghoon eagerly obeys, his desperation evident in every movement as he dives between your legs. His lips press gentle kisses around your pussy before licking a thick stripe between your folds. His lips press gentle kisses around your pussy, little kitten nips, before he licks a thick stripe between your folds, eliciting a gasp from you.

You buck your hips up as his tongue swirls around your clit before slipping inside your cunt; the whimpers mixed with the obscene slurping noises he makes as he devours you have you trembling already. 

He eats your cunt like a man starving, like it's the only thing he's ever wanted, his hands holding you firmly in place as he licks and sucks at your clit. His eyes are screwed shut as he pushes his tongue as far into you as possible, his nose brushing against your clit. 

"Fuck, that's so good," you hiss, rocking your hips against his tongue, his eyes fluttering shut as you pull him further into you. "The only thing you're good for is eating cunt, huh?"

He looked up at you with those adorable doe eyes, whimpering a muffled response against you, nodding in agreement. Because Sunghoon is being so, so obedient, you resume your grip on his neck, your fingers digging into his skin, causing him to moan loudly, the vibrations making you grind on his face faster. 

Looking down at the boy, he's completely gone– drunk on your taste, his lips and tongue becoming more voracious as he suckles on your sensitive nub like it's the most precious thing in the world, his actions bordering on primal and desperate.

"That's it, Sunghoon. Make me feel good," you purred, your nails digging into his throat. He was putty in your hands, entirely at your mercy. Sunghoon's hips bucked against the mattress, which made you laugh at him again. So desperate. 

"Please— fuck," Sunghoon begged, his voice breaking with need. "M-more.."

You rewarded him by increasing the pressure on his neck, bringing him closer to the brink of suffocation. "Pathetic–getting off on being strangled. You'd let anyone do whatever they want to you, wouldn't you?" you scoffed, your voice dripping with disdain as you watched his dark eyes roll back in pleasure. "Would you like that? Being passed around like the whore you are?"

He let out a loud whine, his body tensing up and trembling under your touch. Sunghoon froze for a couple of moments, his face still buried in your cunt, but his tongue had stopped its ministrations. Moments later, he unfroze and continued eating you out–albeit at a much slower pace.

When the realization washed over you, a flush of frustration washed over you. "Did you just cum?" You asked sternly, releasing your grip on his throat once again, as he no longer deserves his reward. 

He looked up at you shamefully, pulling away slightly, "M' sorry…I just– I love your–"

But you were too angry to accept his apology. Who is he to finish before you? You are his main focus, not himself. "Shut the fuck up. We're not done yet," you cut him off.

With a firm grip on his hair, you guide him back to where he belongs, his face pressed against your dripping cunt. He obeys without hesitation, and you can't help but grin darkly at his eagerness.

"Good boy," you praise, your hips bucking against his face as you get closer and closer to your release. "Keep going, just like that."

Finally, with a sharp gasp, Sunghoon pushed you over the edge, his head squished by your thighs as your back arches and your juices squirt all over Sunghoon's face. 

He whimpers softly, eagerly lapping up your release, his face buried between your legs as he continues to lick and suck on your sensitive clit. 

As you come down from your orgasm, you release your grip on his hair, allowing him to rest beside you, his face flushed with desire and satisfaction. Sunghoon is such a mess, his eyes half-lidded and filled with unshed tears, his cheeks flushed red, his lips slick and shiny with your fluids–just like a good little slut. 

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I deleted this, rewrote, and then reposted cuz I didn't like the first version -_-

still don't know how I feel about it but I hope you enjoyed 🤍

[femdomlieeh]

Caramel (m)

Sub!Brat!Sunghoon (ENHYPEN) x Dom!GF!Reader

WC—4.5 ✧ k

WARNING—jealousy ✧ semi-public masturbation (car, m) ✧ spanking (m!r) ✧ face sitting (f) ✧ degrading ✧ praising ✧ piv ✧ riding ✧ nipple play (f!r) ✧ hair pulling (m!r) ✧ name-calling ✧ pet names (Love, Baby, Mommy) ✧ awkward encounter with Yeonjun from TXT

THEMES—smut ✧ established relationship ✧ fluffy ✧ jealousy ✧ good boy turned bad

NOW PLAYING —I Wanna Be Yours ✧ Arctic Monkeys

A/N. I got some sweet messages of encouragement from readers on both wattpad and tumblr after my last update: thank you! Your words and support motivated me to post this sooner<3

M.LISTS—enhypen ✧ latest updates ✧ read on wp

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The mall was packed with people. After Valentines some stores had crazy sales on winter collections since the last major winter holiday was over and the desperation to empty the racks full of winter clothes before it was too late was at its highest point. So, you and your valentine Sunghoon decided to go to the mall. Although you knew the winter leftovers weren't always the prettiest and that you likely wouldn't end up purchasing anything, you thought it would be fun to try on some clothes and just walk and talk since you hadn't spent much time together since Valentine's Day. Also, who knows, you might actually find something nice!

"Baby, you're so sweet," you whispered into Sunghoon's ear, kissing his temple after he greeted you with two hot lattes, one matcha and one caramel — he always picked those two drinks partly for the taste, caffeine and warmth but also so when the two of you were halfway finished you could switch cups.

"Everything for you, Love," he gave you the matcha latte, blushing at your little affection since you were in a very public setting. The only type of physical touch he felt comfortable initiating in front of others was holding your hand or a quick hug, otherwise it was you giving him pecks on his cheek, sitting on his lap or petting his head, which he loved no matter how embarrassed he felt in the moment — your attention and affection is precious to him.

"Thank you," you took a sip of the matcha, content worth the content and also because the cup was warming up your cold hands, but you grabbed his hand anyway, preferring that source of warmth.

He knew his ears were probably red now. He loved it when your cold hand stole the warmth from his.

You swung your hands a little as you walked to your favorite boutique, hoping to find something nice on sale or just walk around and look at different clothes together. But before you entered you were surprised to hear your name. Immediately you recognised the voice but Sunghoon was caught off guard. A foreign voice. A happy voice. A man's voice. The two of you turned around and spotted a man who looked like he belonged in a Kdrama. Sunghoon wished he hadn't been distracted by your touch as you led him to the boutique and that he instead dragged you two to a hot pot restaurant on the opposite side of the mall so you wouldn't have run into this perfect man but it was too late.

The demon with a picture perfect smile walked up with open arms to you two. Or to you and not Sunghoon to be specific. The handsome man hugged you in front of Sunghoon. His ears didn't turn pink like Sunghoon's would when he gave you a two second hug in public. And omg you hugged this man back!

He pulled the rude, good-looking male stranger by his coat, gently separating the two of you.

"Who are you, again?" Sunghoon asked, very confused as to why a male he doesn't know would feel comfortable hugging his girlfriend right in front of his face.

"Oh, I'm sorry, I got a little carried away when I saw her," the guy said with a grin, which made Sunghoon clench the fist that was once in your hand.

"My name's Yeonjun. ____ and I have known each other for more than six years now, right?" He said, looking at you, not Sunghoon.

"Yeah, I think it's been five, six years already. Time goes by so fast!"

Sunghoon gulped. He hadn't even known you for half that time.

"And we haven't seen each other in so long!" the so-called Yeonjun went to your side, entering the boutique together. Sunghoon felt his mouth go dry at how Yeonjun referred to the two of you as "we" and walked side by side with you so naturally. This fucking doucheb—

"Yeonjun, this is my boyfriend, Sunghoon," you made sure to introduce them to each other since Yeonjun got too excited and talked too much too fast and forgot to ask for your boyfriend's name (which was very much his character).

"Nice to meet you, Sunghoon," Yeonjun held his hand in front of you to shake Sunghoon's hand.

But your otherwise sweet, polite boyfriend pretended like he didn't see the waiting hand, "Likewise," holding your hand instead.

This was supposed to be his day with you, not handsome Yeonjun's day with you. You were supposed to walk slowly, look around for nothing in particular, arms hooked together (your doing), sipping your lattes until they were half empty so you could switch cups!

The thing is, the two of you were right by the entrance to this boutique heading inside when Yeonjun came so its not like you could pretend you were going to another store to get out of this situation or you would seem rude for blowing him off for no reason, especially since he's been your friend of six years. Or have you two been a thing? Was Yeonjun your friend as in you were in the same class at uni or your friend as in ex who you ended on extremely good terms with or — even worse — was he a "right person, wrong time" type of "friend"? No. He's overthinking it. Surely, you would've told him about all your exes already and Yeonjun's name had never been mentioned. Besides you were a smart person, you wouldn't get into a relationship with Sunghoon if you had feelings for or unfinished business with Yeonjun or anyone else.

But the hug. The way Yeonjun showed you physical touch so easily, no sign of insecurity or blushing. Your comfortable body language, as if you've hugged Yeonjun hundreds of times before.

"Do you remember this?" Yeonjun said, holding up a small pink purse.

"Yes, I do remember," you laughed at the memory.

"What?" Sunghoon looked so lost. You two had inside jokes together!

"After you won a bet, I told you I'd buy you a pink purse one day."

"Yeah. We were stressed kids back," you smiled at the reminiscence. You had gotten a higher score on a test so Yeonjun had promised to buy you whatever you wanted and the first thing you could think of at that time was a pink purse. Since he lost the bet during high school, you didn't expect him to buy it since he didn't have a lot of money and also because it was better to save whatever money he had. But high school was long gone and you hadn't thought of the purse since but Yeonjun remembered.

"Now I have the money to do so..." he continued.

"I already got that same exact purse for her," Sunghoon interrupted before Yeonjun went too far, noticing that was the only pink purse in this section so Yeonjun wouldn't be so rude as to suggest buying another pink purse with another design. Of course, Sunghoon didn't want a handsome man to buy his girlfriend a purse that would remind her of him each time she looked at it — unless that handsome man was Sunghoon, of course.

You looked at Sunghoon after he told the lie, but didn't say anything because he'd also do the same for you if he knew you told a lie to or kept a secret from someone.

"Really? You got her a 30€ purse?"

Now that was rude.

"Well, I really wanted this purse, so the price doesn't really matter," you said, embarrassed your friend would say that to your boyfriend.

"Of course! Of course! If you wanted the purse," Yeonjun tried to save the situation, realizing what he sounded like. He sent a friendly smile at the two of you and started looking through a rail of T-shirts.

After a few minutes of trying to find something that was cute on the sale rack, you called your friend over. "This one would look really good on you, Junnie," you held up a white dress shirt in silk that you found on 30% sale.

"You think so?"

"Yeah, I think you pull off this kind of aesthetic well."

Hm, how do I get her to only look at me? How do I get her to only look at me? How do I get her to only look at-

Sunghoon walked up to the two of you, "Do you wanna switch cups, Love? I know you love caramel latte and it will get cold soon," he held the cup in front of your lips so you could taste it. He was right, you do love caramel latte and it tastes so much better warm. You smiled at him. The way he showed affection without having to touch, but just remembering any little fact about you and being caring always made your heart melt. You lifted the matcha latte cup to his lips, making him taste too and he did, but not without blushing. For a moment he forgot you were in public and he just wanted to lay down, tangle your legs and arms together and with the hot drinks getting cold on the table as a rom-com played in the background forgotten as you just looked at each other and talked and kissed—

"Guys, do you have anything to try on?" Yeonjun interrupted your little moment.

Then you switched cups before you looked over at Yeonjun. "I can't find anything I like for now—"

"Then you can come and rate this shirt on me. See if you were right that I would look good in it?"

Oh no. Sunghoon did not like this. He had to do something fast.

"Look, Love! You would pull off this dress so well," he half-yelled to get your attention and held up the first thing he in arms reach, blushing at both the dress and at the double entendre.

Your gaze turned to your boyfriend but your eyes visibly went from curious to a bit mad. It was a tight, red dress with a deep cleavage — and it was inappropriate for Sunghoon to suggest trying on or buying this kind of clothes in front of someone else, especially a friend you hadn't seen in a long time. But the fact that it had a lace bra under it, making it look like lingerie, was humiliating. You turned red. Not from blushing, but from fuming. It was very odd of your boyfriend to do that; the guy who blushed when you kissed his cheek at a restaurant when you were sitting alone held up this sexy dress and suggested you try on or buy it in front of Yeonjun.

Yeonjun turned away, awkward, "I'm just gonna go...try this on."

"What was that?" You questioned sternly.

"What was what?" Sunghoon gulped, still holding the dress.

You grabbed him by the collar of his shirt, "Are you trying to get punished?"

He remained quiet, tall but so small in your presence.

"Cat got your tongue? Hm? Talk, you didn't have a problem being loud just a minute ago," you whispered so others — especially Yeonjun — wouldn't hear you.

The sound of a door creaking was heard, which made you retreat your hand immediately and turn around.

"How does it look?" Yeonjun asked and scratched his neck as he showed off the white dress shirt you suggested.

"My eye was right. You should buy it," you gave him a thumbs up. Sunghoon did not like this.

"Thank y-"

"I wanna try it on too," Sunghoon interrupted him.

"Oh, sure, I can give it to you in a minute."

"Actually, I think I need a bigger size because of my shoulders so I'll just grab a fresh one." It was Sunghoon's turn to be rude.

He felt a minor adrenaline rush — if that even existed — as he power walked to the part of the clothing zoo where he remembered you had told Yeonjun to try on a shirt you found. At this point would do anything to keep your eyes on him instead of that guy. He hurried into the changing room, changing in just a minute and opened the door.

Your eyes were definitely on him. He had styled the shirt a bit differently than Yeonjun, choosing to keep the first four buttons undone, way sexier than the usual one or two undone buttons. The pure white silk complemented his skin, making him ironically look like an angel.

"You look really, really good, Baby."

It was a modest compliment, since you had company, but Sunghoon already knew what you were thinking as you eyed him up and down.

"It looked better on me though," Yeonjun said in a jokingly manner.

"No, I look better in it," Sunghoon said, "Right, Mommy?"

It slipped out. He didn't mean to say that. In fact, he's never called you that before.

Yeonjun gulped and stood up to go, "I'm gonna go pay for this real quick."

"You're gonna regret that," you said with a voice that was too calm.

"What you gonna do about it, Mommy?" Might as well go along with this brat thing.

"Guys, something came up so I gotta go. I just wanted to say bye!" Yeonjun appeared with a bag and an awkward smile.

"Bye," you said, hugging him farewell.

some minutes later.

After throwing the almost empty caramel latte in the trash, you slammed the door of the car (not hard, but a little louder than normal). Sunghoon had embarrassed you in front of an old friend, your angel acting like a brat. And he was just glad he had your attention.

"Love~"

You started the engine and took off, completely ignoring his cute calling.

"Mommy," he leaned over to your side, putting his face in your boobs.

"Brat," you pressed your hand harshly on his dick. He was hard. "You really got hard from acting like a desperate slut in public?"

"Mhm. More, Mommy," he whimpered in your ear.

"Slut," you pushed his face away with the hand that was giving him pleasure just now, placing his head gently onto the neck rest (still worried for him even when you were mad).

He smirked, ears red at the contrast of your words and pushing and then kindness. He needed more. So much more. Any little attention you had given to Yeonjun today, he needed that attention tripled. He would've acted like a brat much sooner today if he knew you would've taken him home to punish him.

With his eyes on you he undid his pants. He wanted to push the limit. You looked away from the road for a split second to catch a glimpse of what your boyfriend was up to, "What do you think you're doing?"

"Being a needy whore," he replied and slid his hand inside the pants.

"Touching yourself without my permission two minutes away from home? You're begging to be punished like the bitch you are," you chuckled and sped up.

"Yes, Mommy," he moaned both as an answer to your statement and because of the pleasure his hand was giving. Apparently he loved calling you that.

"Well, you're gonna get it soon, slut," you replied as you were parking.

At that, he went even faster with his hand to get on your nerves even more. And then you were parked. He went for the door in a second, excited for what was about to happen. You got out too and unlocked the door to your place. A slam was heard after you got in. Shoes were taken off and thrown to the side. Sunghoon took your jacket off for you. "Did I say you could touch me?"

Pink spread across his cheeks as he responded with a no, shy all of a sudden. You grabbed him by the collar of his shirt just like at the mall and dragged him to your bedroom. He almost couldn't keep up with your steps. Inside the bedroom you pushed him to the wall, a moan slipping out. You tugged his hair and pulled his head back harshly. "Pants off. Now."

They were on the floor in seconds. "No underwear? You took them off when you were trying on your shirt? Slut," you smirked and sat down on the foot of the bed in front of him.

"You know your place." He got over her lap, flashing his ass for her to admire. He had been doing weighted Romanian split squats at the gym lately. This position on your lap was one he had been in before. But never for acting out in public or calling you something inappropriate in front of a friend.

Your warm hand started rubbing his skin smoothly to prepare for punishment and joy. "Do you remember your safeword?"

"Pear."

"Do you remember my safeword?"

"Pineapple."

"Good. Count, if you don't we'll start over again. Understood, slut?"

"Yes, Mommy," he said with anticipation clear in his tone. He finally had all your attention on him — and your hands on him as well. This is exactly how he wanted the day to go: spend quality time together.

"How many do you deserve?" You asked to test him.

"Uhm... Ten?" He asked, playing dumb.

"Fifteen it is. Twenty if you misbehave," you said and gave him a harsh spank.

"One," he whimpered out, surprised.

The next one was harder.

"Two," he said under his breath.

"Can't hear you, princess," you slapped his ass cheek rougher.

"Three," he yelled out.

He kept his ground, but you wanted to wreck him for how he acted today — if he wanted to be hurt or just go he should've told you and not been a slut — so you hit harder, if possible.

"F-Four," he stuttered in defeat.

You smirked and brought your left hand to his hair, pulling it.

Your right hand blew him with the same strength as before.

"F-Five," he moaned from the beautiful pain.

Spank!

"Fuck! Six!" He cursed.

"Watch your language," you warned and raised your hand up higher and when it came in contact with his skin it made the loudest hitsound.

"S-Seven. So-So-"

Spank!

"-Sorry! Eight," he exclaimed in a moan so high pitched he was embarrassed.

Spank!

"Ah, nine," he moaned loud enough for the neighbours to be awkward around you next time you see them.

Spank!

"Ten. Mommy, please," he cried out of desperation, not sure if he wanted a break or more.

You were only halfway there, yet his dick already had pre-cum leaking out on your jeans.

"Please what?" You asked and delivered a harder one, knowing exactly what he needed.

"E-Eleven. Mommy, touch me, please," he begged pathetically, knowing you would deny him.

The spank got harder at that.

"Twe-elve," he whined like the bitch he was.

You pulled his head back and looked him in the eyes, "Be a good slut and you might get rewarded"

"Thank you, Mommy."

You let his head go back to rest on the bed (gently just like you'd done in the car) and then spanked him harder to see how much he could take.

"Thirteen," he called out.

His ass cheeks were as pink as his cheeks when you greeted him with a kiss to his temple at the mall.

Spank!

"Fo-Fourteen. Mommy!"

His dick stung at this point. He needed you to touch him so damn much.

Spank!

"F-Fifteen," he moaned, crushed.

He closed his eyes harder, waiting for the next spank.

To his surprise, you just touched his ass softly, grabbing here and there, "You were a good slut for me."

"Thank you, Mommy," his ears got pink at how gentle you were being, petting his hair, combing your fingers through it.

"As a reward you get my cum and if you're good enough you'll get to cum too," you whispered as you nibbled on my ear.

"Thank you, Mommy."

You pulled him off your lap, standing up and giving a peck to his forehead before softly pushing him back on the bed. You let your jeans fall down to the floor to be long forgotten. Sunghoon licked his lips at the sight of you in black panties. They were see-through! He was so distracted and suddenly the panties were gone and you were sitting on his waist.

"Please, Mommy, sit on me," he pleaded with a made-up sweet voice, wanting to be on your good side so you wouldn't tease him.

"How much do you want it?" You moved some hair away from his eyes, resting your hand on his jaw.

"So much. Please, please, sit on my face. I want to be good for you now, please," he made sure to look you in the eye with a small pout.

"I know you got jealous and acted like a slut because you wanted my attention, but you know I like good boys more, right?" You mock pouted at him.

He nodded fast, "I know. I'm so sorry, Mommy. Let me prove I'm your good boy. Please?"

"Since you begged so cutely...prove it to me," you said before you moved up until your pussy was above his face.

He eagerly stuck out my tongue and put in the tip between you folds to tease you a little and to prepare for what was coming.

"You think you're gonna make me cum this way, bitch?"

His tongue slipped in further and faster to taste your delicious juices. You arched your back slightly at the stimulation, he smiled against you and started nudging his nose gently against your clit. Your hands found their place behind you, on his stomach. You weren't satisfied with the feeling of fabric, so grabbed the hem of his shirt and lifted it up so you could touch the skin and small curves of his abs. Sunghoon definitely had more muscles than that guy. His hands went to your butt and, before you protested, they pushed you further down on his face and so his tongue went even deeper.

"Desperate for Mommy's cum?" You asked and grasped a handful amount of his wet hair.

He hummed against your pussy, sending vibrations; he was determined to make you cum so good you'd let him cum too. You yanked his hair slightly and he arched his back a little. To show his appreciation he kissed on your clit. Whimpers started spilling from your mouth and excitement and pride started filling him. Both his face and cock were glistening with pleasure and neediness.

"I'm gonna cum."

He nodded and dove in deeper and licked you like he had been thirsty for you his whole life. You pressed herself lower on him, moaning. He held your thighs as they were beginning to shake. His lips sucked on your clit as if it were your nipple and you finally blessed him with your tasty cum. He licked and slurped till there was nothing left to swallow.

"What do you say now?" You asked as you sat back on his chest, catching your breath.

"You're delicious- I mean, thank you, Mommy."

You chuckled and continued with a question, "Who deserves rewards?"

"Good boys," he replied happily.

"Are you a good boy?"

"Yes, Mommy."

"Yes, you are. Take this off," you said and tugged his shirt, "That shirt from today looked better on you anyway."

He took it off as soon as you told him to. His dick was still standing proud, red from the pleasure and resistance.

"Please, Mommy, sit."

"You think I'm going to let your slutty dick inside me just like that? Go get a condom now."

He hurried to his bag, stark naked in the sunlight from the window. But he didn't care, he just wanted to be inside Mommy. When he got back you had already gotten nude — and that was enough for him to open the condom, put it on and throwing himself on the bed in seconds.

"Don't get too comfortable, sit up," you ordered him as you crawled onto the bed.

He obeyed and rested against the headboard, attention on you. You continued crawling until you sat on his lap.

"Your thighs are so thick and sexy."

"Thank you," he blushed because he'd been going to the gym consistently and your validation made him proud.

"Feels like a sin to make them tremble, but oh well."

You lowered yourself on him until long moans littered the air, both of you sensitive; you from a little overstimulation right after cumming and him from ignoring his pink dick for so long. Without preparation or warning, you bounced up and down on him. He wondered where you get the stamina to do bounce on his dick so well.

"Thank you, thank you, thank you," he cried out.

He saw your boobs bouncing too and just had to start sucking on one of them, hand palming the other one. You gasped. He was very good with his mouth. Your hips moved faster and Sunghoon couldn't keep his moans inside as he switched his mouth to the other boob. He felt like a pervert but he really really loved how your boobs moved up and down when they weren't in his mouth. You tightened your fingers into his hair and made it harder for him to concentrate and suck. He looked up into your eyes through his long eyelashes and started licking your nipple before putting it between my lips.

"My slut."

He let go of your nipple, "No. I'm your good boy, please," and went back to sucking on it.

"Really?"

"Yes, yes, I am. Please, Mommy." Kiss after kiss was placed on your boobs as an apology for being a shameless horndog back at the mall.

"Such a good boy."

"Mhm," he mumbled not letting go of your nipple, sucking harder, needing you to praise him more.

Your thighs were trembling, an orgasm coming soon. Sunghoon was close too, but he needed your permission first. "Mommy. Mommy. I-" A moan disrupted his sentence. "Ngh, Mommy. I-I'm gonna cum."

You yanked his head back at that and put your lips on his neck, "Cum for me, my good boy."

He filled the condom with his cum.

"Th-Th-Thank you, Mommy."

Your hips rode out his orgasm and he moaned like a slut the whole time. "Mommy, hurts."

"Good." You continued overstimulating him, chasing your second orgasm. He bit his lip, trying not to moan too loudly. Then you came too with a small bite to his neck.

You laid on top of him, just hugging, breathing each other in and pecking at each other's faces and shoulders.

"Want me to run us a bath, Baby?"

His answer was a small pout — your weakness — and a soft nod.

You got up and held his hand, leading him to the bathroom where you threw away the condom in the trash and swayed slowly back and forth as you hugged, waiting for the bathtub to fill with warm water.

"Oh! Almost forgot something," you were confused when Sunghoon let go of the hug.

You smiled as soon as you saw him come back with a lighter and caramel scented candle. 

✧ ੈ ✧ ‧₊˚ * ੈ ✧‧₊˚＊* ੈ ✧ ‧₊˚ * ੈ ✧‧₊˚＊* ✧ ੈ ✧

"I wanna be your vacuum cleaner

Breathing in your dust

I wanna be your Ford Cortina

I will never rust

If you like your coffee hot

Let me be your coffee pot

You call the shots, babe

I just wanna be yours"

—alex turner

[nyanggk]

PART OF THE JOB — p. sh

PAIRING idol park sunghoon x mental care captain reader

SYNOPSIS as a member of a famous kpop boy group, park sunghoon is at the age where his harmones are at their peak. in a fit to calm and satisfy these urges, the company deems you, the head of enhypen's mental care team, as completely capable of soothing him without developing feelings. well, that was the plan.

GENRE(S) smut, mutual pining

WARNING brat!sunghoon, some dialogues/words can be really rude or insulting, sexual content; loss of virginity, dom-sub dynamics (sub!sunghoon x dom!reader), hand job, unprotected vanilla sex.

if you are sensitive to any of these topics, please refrain from reading as I will not entertain any asks that contain your inability when it comes to reading warnings and having common sense.

WC 3k+

NOTE sorry I've been reading too much gojo satoru au's iykyk

you've been working at hybe for quite some time now. soon, after working for a solid year, you were promotwd as the head of enhypen's mental care team that supports and helps deal with the artists' health. having worked in the same company as the famous kpop star park sunghoon for months now as his mental care person, meant that you were familiar with him in every way.

your job is to offer a listening ear to them and provide a rational solution to their problems, one that'd be possible to do as an idol.

many idols have expressed a variety of their concerns and their worries, varying from lack of self esteem to feeling mentally drained— all of which, you were able to provide a solve. so, when enhypen's park sunghoon peeked his head past the entrance of your office door and told you that lately, he feels as if he's sexually frustrated and doesn't know what to do or who to approach but you, you weren't all too surprised.

it's common for adult artists like him who grew up in the spotlight to feel this way. they rarely had the time to explore their sexual fantasies and date when they were teens. the company had a protocol for these types of problems— if the artist comes and tells you about these types of concern, you would bring it to the higher ups and usually, they'd deal with it. but you're only left to rethink that protocol as you sit on the soft mattress inside the vip room that the company had booked for the two of you. the reason? you were to take park sunghoon's virginity.

the room is at the 107th floor of south korea's most well-known five star hotel and only low flying choppers would be able to see through the huge floor-to-ceiling windows of your hotel room. it provided you the great view of the horizon with seouls busy night life at the bottom. the shower trickling in the background serving as music while you wait anxiously for sunghoon to finish up.

you don't realise when he finishes, but eventually he does and his calling voice pulls you from your thoughts. "noona?"

you were about to reply, however, as you turn to the direction of his voice, you're stunned to see him standing there shirtless, only a towel wrapped around his torso, covering the nether side of his body. his pecks are prominent and so are his abs. the gleam of the low lighting provide shadows that seem to accentuate sunghoon's abs more. not to mention the fact that he's smirking at you now, watching as your eyes ran down his body. "y-yeah?"

oh, there's one thing you forgot to mention; park "spawn of the devil" sunghoon is— for the lack of better word, a fucking asshole.

"uhm, are we gonna start or...?" he scratches his head, but the pout he unconsciously makes while he pretends to think is so close to adorable, you almost want to punch his face. "you know, they did tell you to teach me, right? come on, noona, I'm not gonna cum by myself. it's the least you can do if you're not going to teach me. there's no pressure if you don't wanna though. I'm good at everything, probably even sex."

you're not even shocked by the nature of his voice anymore. sunghoon has always been like this. his mouth has no filter when the camera is off. he's just a two-faced little bitch that acts all cool and poise in front of his fans. only you know the real him. the most annoying, irritating, and infuriating sides of him? you've seen them all.

chuckling in disbelief at how you've managed to get yourself into this situation, you cross your arms over your chest, comment, "you know, this has got to be the most fucked up thing I've done since being employed."

of course, sunghoon isn't fazed at all by your insults and the fucker even has the audacity to laugh. "don't worry, noona. i think it's a bit weird too." he admits. "why you of all people?"

"but you know," he quirks, smilling at you deviously. "i'll let it slide if you give me a good time."

this fucking virgin—

you swear, only a few words more and your hand and his cheek are going to collide with each other. this man has the audacity to order you around when he's the one asking for a favour.

it's settled, you're going to make park sunghoon cry, and he's going to look so ruined you're going to make sure that by the end of it, sunghoon's face will be covered with pretty tears streaming down his face, skin beat red from exhaustion, from the heat of your bodies, and with snot running across the top of his lips. a pretty portrait of your victory. that'll make this all worth it.

sunghoon doesn't say a thing when your mood changes, an evil and plotting smirk coating your lips, he only looks at you with watchful eyes.

pushing him onto the bed, sunghoon puffs out a huff upon impact and looks at you with menacing eyes. you'll be caught dead if you admit the fact that he actually looks hot.

not even daring to take your eyes away from him, you grip on the hem of your shirt before taking it off in one go. you almost laugh when you hear sunghoon gasp but luckily, you managed to carch yourself— if he hears you, it's going to be another round of his foolish antics to try and save himself from embarrassment.

without a word, you climb up his lap, ghosting your lips on top of his. "you're not the boss tonight, you hear me?" you ask, raising a brow. "you do whatever i say because you're the inexperienced prick who needs my advice."

as if in a trance, sunghoon nods. "for a virgin, you're fucking cocky, you know that? you're so annoying and you're so egotistic i just want to rip that smirk off your face everytime you say shit."

"for a loser like you, you sure talk a lot about how good you’ll be in bed." you spit out and you look do mean and angry that the boy just can't help but submit.

sunghoon almost chokes on a moan when you suddenly grip his hair, continuing your verbal torment on him ans effectively bringing his attention back on you. "you talk like that to other people at work? hm?"

gulping, he answers. but his voice betrays him. "n-no."

sunghoon thought he could stay composed, you're the person he's been picking on for so long after all. it'd be so embarassing if he makes it painfully obvious how much your words affect him but one grind of your hips against his boner turns him to mush and suddenly, all his secret intentions are revealed.

"i'm gonna have so much fun with you."

his long awaited first kiss is stolen by you and despite wanting to rile you up more and cover up his desire, he can't, as the moment your lips touch, sunghoon is diving into you without a second thought.

"m-more..."

perhaps you were mistaken. is this the same sunghoon or was he replaced a few moments ago? where'd the cockiness go? you're not complaining but your definitely going to tease him about it.

petting his hair down, you coo in mockery. "the park sunghoon is asking for more? are you getting all needy for me, sunghoon?"

"fuck you." tease him and he'll spit out insults at you— not that you ever found them offensive though because no matter how hard sunghoon tries to hide it, you already found out his secret. it's true; he's a fucking loser— a virgin at that, who can't control his body when he knows he's going to get pussy.

"are you trynna play hard to get right now?" you chuckle. "being a brat won't get you anywhere, sunghoon. all that talk? it's only going to get you blue balls and punishments."

you don't give him the chance to talk back with lies as you mold your lips together harder, fiercer, with your tongue caressing the sharpness of his teeth. sunghoon doesn't hesitate letting you inside, even offering you a delicate moan. his eyes are half open in bliss and his cheeks are ten times hotter than how they were before. out of pure want, you pinch his ears, smilling into the kiss when you feel the hotness of his body spread even there.

pulling away, sunghoon chases your lips, but can only whine childishly when you duck past his jaw, likely because he wants to keep on kissing you.

what a wimp.

his whines of disapproval gets cut off by himself when you lick a bold stripe down from his collarbone all the way up to his jaw, kissing and sucking on the skin. you take it a step further by spreading your thighs further apart and digging your clothed pussy onto his bulge, making sunghoon scream.

"ah! noona...!" sunghoon whines with head thrown back, allowing you to cover more of his skin with your kisses. eventhough his head faces the ceiling, his eyes are miraculously still focused on you no matter what.

you continue grinding into his pants and each thrust has sunghoon panting with need, falling into the pool of pleasure you've created. he raises his hips up to meet yours, wanting to feel your heat better but the stupid fabric of your pants are preventing him from doing so.

"is it good, hoon?" you're getting cocky and you're all too aware that at this point, you're using sunghoon to satisfy your own needs. it's not about teaching him anymore. it's about getting your revenge and whatever it is you want from him.

though, sunghoon doesn't seem to mind.

"yeah..." he trails off, chest heaving. "it's so fucking good."

clicking your tongue, you raise your hips only to dig them ruthlessly onto his pants, earning a scream-like groan from him.

"you know, sunghoon—"

"call me hoon." he says, butting in.

you roll your eyes before continuing. "you know, sunghoon. i really don't appreciate the way you talk to me."

"you're. so. ungrateful." with each word, you rub yourself on him harder than before.

and his mind spins. sunghoon's body is on fire and if he was any more conscious, he would know that yours is too. you're just as affected by your actions as he is— but he doesn't need to know that.

sunghoon chuckles. "you like it though."

damn it, you spoke too soon. the two-faced bastard fooled you into thinking that he's gone dumb with pleasure— which is partially true in sunghoon's opinion.

irritated, you push him down the bed, his back hitting the mattress. "shut it."

"why?" he asks, the teasing smile on his lips never leaving. "come on, admit it. you like it when i talk like this. you love my mouth."

huffing, you unbotton your pants, taking them off hurriedly along with your underwear in one go. "really? we'll have to try it out next time then, don't we?"

"definitely." he answers before lifting his hips up to help you take his towel off.

there lays sunghoon's dick pretty and erect— you'll never tell him that though, his ego is just going to sky rocket if he finds out you like the way his dick looks, how you can tell just from looking at him that he's heavy and that his dick is thick enough to the point where your thumb and index finger won't meet if you wrap them around him.

"not bad, park." you comment, taking his dick in your hands and pumping it. you press the palm of your hand on his head and sunghoon starts moaning like crazy, body suddenly jolting as bolts of pleasure evade his senses. he tries his hardest to rub the whole of his tip on your hand but he only gets to do so much when you're restricting him by sitting on his lap.

"come on, yn." he moans, eyes begging you to give him more. "i know you think I'm pretty. you don't have to deny it. i know you."

ignoring his latter statement, you commnent on his lack of respect for you instead. "dropping the honorifics now, are we? finally, you're showing your true colors, park."

"i don't think so though. I've been showing you who i am this whole time."

you agree. "that's true."

it's addicting— he's addicting, and you're greedy enough to want to hear him louder, you want him heaving and his voice straining by the end of it. his dick is now coated with his own essence and it quenches the more you rub it. sunghoon is beyond into the pleasure now as his dick just can't stop pouring out precum. his dick is as pretty as it's owner— and so is his voice. the way sunghoon moans and groans put you in an unwanted frenzy.

for a second, you lose your control and let out an amused smile, giving his tip a hard tap. "cute."

shit. the compliment slipped out of nowhere before you could even catch it.

already knowing how sunghoon is going to react, "shut up." you say, trying to avoid looking at his face but at the roof of your eye, you can see the shit-eating grin sunghoon has on his face.

having sex with sunghoon puts him in such a different light. his cockiness and remarks almost seem attractive. the way his chest rises and falls all the while he teases you for complimenting him. if you two were where you were before, you'd be rolling your eyes at him, not wanting to fuck him more.

lining his tip with your pussy, you look at sunghoon and decide that though he's an asshole, you aren't going to be one by just sticking his dick in and using it how you like it. it's his first time not yours. if he was any kinder, you'd actually be careful and soothe him into everything.

but you know sunghoon. he's a big boy. he can take a little roughness. in fact, you're sure that this is what he prefers; he wants to play. he wants to have fun and he's content with this because deep inside, he knows you care.

"so," you prep, running his swollen tip along the valley of your vagina, collecting your juice on the way. "you ready to lose your virginity, pretty boy?"

sunghoon closes his eyes as if he's in pain and you lean forward to caress his arms in concern, thinking that something was wrong when you see him gripping the sheets fiercely. "fuck yes! hurry!"

rolling your eyes at his theatrics, you pinch his arms and he flinches in pain. he smiles with that charming heart throb boyish grin of his— the one that makes your heart flutter.

bitting his lip to contain his giggles, he clarifies. "i'm serious! put it in, please, noona."

you shake your head but comply to his request nonetheless. this boy... what're you doing to me?

as soon as sunghoon's tip gets enveloped inside your walls, sunghoon's mouth hangs open, eyes rolling back just like his head. his brows crash together and you can't seem to take your eyes away from the pure ecstasy painted across his pretty face. never have you seen such a perfect face like his and now, it's become even prettier with the continuous whining for more leaving his mouth.

"s-shit!" he screams and you can see the veins on his neck appear.

realising he's probably experiencing an overwhelming amount of pleasure right now, you lean forward with your chest pressed softly on top of his. your forarm is placed beside sunghoon's head in order to hold yourself up while the other is holding his dick steady as you slowly ease him inside you.

stray tears pool on the ends of sunghoon's eyes before finally falling down across his cheek. out of pure want and care, you kiss the line of stray tears away, comforting him.

"shh, it's okay." you hush, pecking the corner of his mouth. "you're okay. you're almost there, hoon." you cheer on.

you were about to offer him another innocent kiss beside his mouth but sunghoon had other plans. turning his head, he makes it so that your lips clashed at the center of his instead.

"kiss me." shocked, you hear sunghoon's muffled voice due to your lips being pressed against his. "want you to kiss me... please."

choosing to ignore the beating of your heart, you do as he asks and kiss him, effectively helping the boy distract himself from the overwhleming feeling of being encased in your warmth.

as you kiss, you inch sunghoon's length inside your pussy, retracting his cock from time to time in order to help you adjust to his thick girth. once you're finally sitting on his cock, you start moving in small and slow motions, your only objective is to ease him into it before fully giving him your all.

after some time, the greedy bastard starts asking for more. so you comply, not because he told you to— it was because he told you to, but because you were getting impatient and wanted to make yourself feel good already.

"t-that's it." sunghoon stutters, watching the space wherein your bodies connect. "just like that. love the way you bounce on me, noona. makes me feel so hot. i love it so much. you're so good to me...." he babbles on.

sweat trickles down your forehead as you ride his dick. leaning forward, you guide sunghoon's arms towards your chest, cupping your boobs in both hands. sunghoon massages your soft plush skin, wathcing them with his mouth hung open as they jiggle in his palm everytime you bounce on his dick.

"you're turning stupid on me, park." you chuckle, clicking your tongue.

mirroring you, sunghoon grins and answering you as if it was basic knowledge. "of course I'd go stupid. it's you."

there it is again. that weird feeling in your chest that makes your heart skip a beat. you don't know how to feel nor do you know what to say as you're not stupid. you've studied human behaviour and psychology for so long. it's literally your fortè. and to be honest, it doesn't really need a professional to conclude that sunghoon has feelings for you.

or maybe you're completely wrong and not only is sunghoon a complete jack ass but he's also a player.

so you do the only rational thing,you ignore it and keep doing what it is you were meant to be doing; fucking sunghoon, because that's what you're assigned to do. not catch feelings.

"i'm so close, noona." he screams hurriedly, eyes frantically looking at you and his arms snaking hastily to catch your hands, gripping onto them oh so tightly. "come with me, yeah?"

you roll you eyes at him. "so many requests."

"you're supposed to make them come true, aren't you?" he quirks back shakily, trying to get his mind off of coming.

"i'm not your fairy god mother, park." you state in faux annoyance yet you speed you movements up as your orgasm approaches. eventhough you answered his snarky comeback with one of your own, you still do as told.

"i'm not a-asking you to be." his voice stutters, the pleasure building up to the point where his voice starts to quiver. he's so close. one more hard thrust from you and you have him bolting forward, incasing you in his embrace so as to ground himself, screaming as he comes. his body jolts as the waves pool out of him and he grips onto your body tighter, teeth leaving a prominent mark on your shoulder as he bites down on it.

all of it mixed with the feelings of his warm cum painting your wet walls send you over the edge and before you knew it, you were convulsing in his hold, letting out a loud moan that vibrates from your throat.

"i'm not askkng you to be my god fairy or whatever it is you called it." he rolls his eyes, too tired to try to remember but not tired enough to let you go. his mouth is still on your skin and you can feel his saliva coating it but you can't seem to find the will to pull away, actually letting him nibble and suck on your skin as he pleases. "i'm asking you to be mine."

hi lolz im back T^T I realize that I haven't posted a hoon fic in a while— well I do have hoon fics they're just unlisted (don't remind me of them I CANT FIND THE MOTIVATION TO DO THEM AGAIN) but anyways hope you guys enjoy this one. for some reason, hoon reminds me of satoru. like, their personalitiessss they're both somewhat egotistic and they always tease ppl!!!

so ye, that's where I got the character inspo from ♡ don't spoil jjk for me I'm literally refraining from reading the manga just so I don't get any spoilers eventhough I badly wanna know what happens!!!

also, this is unedited :P don't sue me. I'll come back and fix this soon enough.

[heexseung]

꒰ 💋 ꒱ ┄ ❛ dark academia ；sanguine ❜

* pairing: vampire!heeseung x afab!reader

* tags: smut, mentions of blood, dom/sub dynamics, mild degradation (m. receiving), cunnilingus, handjob (mutual), edging (m. receiving), praise (m. receiving), piv sex, exhibitionism, heeseung's a brat

* summary: heeseung, your lab partner for alchemy, is acting strange over a blood-red potion you both accidentally brew in the evening.

* word count: 6k

* a/n: here you go darlings, hope you enjoy ❤️‍🔥 please have a lovely day !! and if there are any mistakes, please don't hesitate to let me know and i'll fix it <33

The blood-red liquid in the flask stares at you in an almost menacing way and you squint at it in return, wondering what the hell did you do wrong this time. Did you boil it too long? Or maybe you used the wrong ingredients?

No, that’s not possible, you triple checked all the ingredients and the amount before using it. Perhaps you missed a step? Giving out a frustrated sigh, you push your hair back with your hand.

You turn to look at your lab partner, maybe he knows what’s going on but as soon as you do, your breath briefly catches in your throat. Heeseung’s staring at the flask that’s in your hand in a really weird manner.

As the seconds roll by, you watch as his brown doe eyes widen slightly, his pupils dilating, his stare becoming more and more intense. He even licks his lips and takes an audible gulp. It’s as if the potion has him entranced just by existing.

“Heeseung.”

Your voice doesn’t catch his attention so you opt to snap your fingers right in front of his face. In response, he blinks once, then twice, then shakes his head and turns towards you. Giving you a sheepish smile, he apologises for zoning out.

Despite saying so, his eyes go back to staring at the flask in the same weird manner again after you put it down on the flask rack. It makes you feel confused, what is this potion?

Wanting to find some answers, you start searching through your alchemy textbook. Too occupied to pay attention to your surroundings, you don’t notice what Heeseung’s doing until it’s too late. When you do notice, he’s already got his hand on the flask and is now drinking the potion.

“Heeseung, wait, no!”

Quickly grabbing the flask away from him, you start nagging at him, “Are you crazy? What’s wrong with you? You can’t just be drinking any potion that you see, we don’t even know what this is!”

But his eyes are spaced out and you’re pretty sure that he’s a goner, not even here anymore. A drop of red liquid trails down from the corner of his mouth to his chin and he doesn’t even bother to wipe it away. He just keeps on staring at the damn flask in your hand.

Because of the way he’s acting, you’re prompted to throw the whole potion inside the sink in front of you. You hear him whine as the last drop of potion disappears into the drain.

“Goddamn, I know you’re a vampire and all but come on, don’t you have any self-control? When was the last time you feed?”

As soon as you’re done dumping the contents of the flask, you give it a shake, making sure there’s nothing left of the potion. Immediately after, you feel his body slump against you, his head buried in your neck.

Surprised at his sudden action, you take a step back in response, trying to balance yourself and him. Then, gently placing the flask down on the table, you rest your hand on his head while your other hand rests on his shoulder.

You both stay like that for a while, him not doing anything except breathing heavily in your neck and you just wondering why what the hell is going on.

Then, all of a sudden, you feel lightheaded; your heart starts beating faster and there are suddenly butterflies in your stomach. Your knees start getting weak and you have to rest your hand on the table to steady yourself. It’s also getting harder to get your eyes and brain to focus on the situation in front of you.

And then he does something; he licks the side of your neck. That’s when it hits you and you kind of realise what he’s trying to do.

“Are you trying to feed on me?”

Although he doesn’t answer you verbally, his actions tell you his answer loud and clear. As soon as you feel his fangs graze against your neck, you tightly grip his hair and roughly pull his head backwards. That earns you a sharp hiss.

In his dizzied state, he somehow manages to choke out, “Please?”

Feeling sorry for him, you wonder how long he hasn’t been feeding for him to be this desperate. As he looks at you with lustful eyes, you ask him, “Do you want me to call Jay?”

You slowly let go of your grip and continue in a soft tone, “I don’t know what to do in situations like this…”

Heeseung just stares at you intensely and licks his lips in response, most likely focusing all his energy on keeping his seductive trance on you. Closing your eyes, you do your best to control yourself since it’s obvious that it’s up to you to control the situation right now and although it’s hard to resist him, you try.

That doesn’t mean you succeed though. Because the moment he starts whining in your ear, you move him so that he’s the one leaning on the table now. Your lips quickly attach themselves to his and despite his initial shock, he melts into you rather quickly.

Moaning into your mouth, he pulls you in closer to him — so close that your bodies are pressed up against each other. As he lets your tongue ravage his, your heart begins to beats faster and your head begins to get dizzy.

Practically feeling your self-control slipping, Heeseung can’t help but smirk to himself as you start trailing kisses on his neck. He lets out a soft moan when he feels you biting his neck — he can’t help it, vampires are more sensitive than everybody else.

His body rocks into yours and although he really likes what he’s feeling right now, he’s so terribly desperate for some blood and he can’t really keep up his seductive trance on you anymore since it’s draining too much of his energy. So he lets go of his grip on you, not physically though.

Slowly, your senses start coming back to you and you blink as your eyes adjust. Taking advantage of your still dizzy state, he whispers to you in a low tone, “Want to trade?”

Despite still being a bit dizzy, his words pique your curiosity. You hum at him, encouraging him to explain what he means.

“My body for your blood.”

Okay, now you’re really interested. Since you’re back to your normal state, you’re fully aware of what’s going on and fully in control of your actions now. Still, you can’t help but blink at him, a little dazedly, not sure if you heard him correctly or not — not sure if this is just a fragment of your imagination or not.

Does he really mean that he’ll have sex with you just for a bit of your blood? This situation seems absurd to you, especially when taken into consideration how you know that Heeseung doesn’t have sex with just anybody.

It’s obvious because you’ve never once heard anybody talking about how it was like having sex with Heeseung and you’re sure that if someone did have sex with him, they would brag about it to hell. And you can’t blame them because you’d do the same. What can you say? Heeseung’s a really hot vampire.

But maybe your mind is in the gutter and he doesn’t really mean sex — which is a more logical situation. Maybe he just means doing service related stuff like carrying your bag to class or buying you lunch?

Just as you are about to ask him to clarify what he means, he whispers in your ear with the same low tone he used before, “Whatever you want from me.”

“Whatever”… that means…

Yeah, it totally means sex. And just to be sure you got the right message, he looks at you in the eye and continues, “I know you want me. You wouldn’t have been all over me if you didn’t.”

“Now, hold up. I think I should remind you that you used your seductive trance on me.”

He smirks at that. “I mean, yeah but you still wouldn’t have kissed me if you didn’t want me. The trance doesn’t make you do stuff you don’t want to do, you know. It just makes you honest and impulsive… like a truth serum.”

You narrow your eyes on him, contemplating your choices. Truthfully, you’re not much of a fan of getting blood sucked right out of you.

Looking at you with a pleading look, he tries to coax you into agreeing with the trade, “Please? You can have my body. Hell, do whatever you want to me. Just give me a bit of your blood. I’m so thirsty right now, please?”

There are so many questions you’d like to ask him; why you? Why not just get Jay to get him a packet of animal blood? Will it hurt? How much is he going to take? What about the side effects?

As if he can sense your thoughts, he rests his hand on your waist and pulls you in closer, “Come on, please? I’ll be a really good boy for you.”

Sighing, you tell him seriously, “Hee baby, I don’t think you know what you’re getting yourself into.”

But he’s already shutting you and your thoughts up with a kiss — one that turns heated really quickly. Since he obviously doesn’t know how intense you can be, you’re going to show it to him.

As your tongue goes to explore every inch of his mouth, he lets out a soft moan, not even bothering to fight for dominance. By the time you pull away from him and rest your forehead on his, one of your hands is already palming him through his pants while the other covers his mouth, forcing him to stay quiet.

He can’t help but whine as he slightly grinds into your hand, his breathing heavy and his eyes full of lust. His hands leave your waist — one goes to your wrist (the one that’s palming him), gripping it tightly while the other goes on the table behind him for support. You push your palm against him more and he whines again, throwing his head back.

Bringing your lips close to his ear, you whisper to him, “Are you really that desperate so much that you’re willing to whore yourself out just for some blood?”

Unable to deny, he can only nod and gasp in response, his grip on your wrist tightens.

“So desperate that you’re willing to be my slut, huh?”

You feel him shiver for a bit before he nods again. He stares at you with half-lidded eyes for a while until you finally get the memo that he wants to say something. Letting him speak, you move your hand that was on his mouth to play with the neckline of his t-shirt.

“But like, can we not do it here?”

You laugh at that. “Where then?”

“My room?”

How could you ever say no to this man? You give him a nod in agreement but something crosses your mind — you’re curious about one thing.

“What are you gonna do about this though?” He bites his lip as you say that, his ears turning a soft shade of red as you continue to press your hand against the bulge in his pants.

Quickly taking off his black jacket, you take a step back from him as he ties the arms around his waist. It doesn’t hide much but it’ll do. Besides, you don’t really care much about it. That’s more of a him problem.

“There, let’s go.” Grabbing your hand in his, he starts pulling you to the door but you, being a responsible university student, remind him, “Hee baby, I know you’re impatient but we gotta clean up first.”

He groans at that. Nevertheless, he doesn’t complain and quickly cleans everything up with you.

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The walk to his room is quick since it’s quite close to the lab. When you both get there, he asks you to wait outside for a moment. It’s not a big deal for you so you wait outside in the hallway while he does whatever he’s doing, maybe doing some last-minute cleaning.

By the time the door opens again — which isn’t long, a confused Jay steps out. He notices you standing there and you see a spark of realisation in his eyes, the confusion on his face disappears instantly.

“Hey, Jay.”

He smiles at you and just laughs in response, saying he’ll be back at 10 and to have fun. You watch as his silhouette disappears out of your view and by that time, Heeseung’s already pulling you into his room.

Once you’re inside, he traps you against the door, body pressing against yours, his hands on your hips and his thigh in between your legs. His lips immediately meet yours in a fierce and passionate kiss.

It doesn’t take him long before he pulls away from you and starts kissing down your neck. It feels good and you love neck kisses but you know what he’s trying to do.

Keeping your guard up, you run your hand through his hair and grind into his thigh. He starts licking the side of your neck and you don’t know how he’s so good at this, he almost makes you forget, almost makes you drop your guard down with every move of his tongue against your neck.

Fortunately for you, you feel it immediately; the feeling of his fangs against your skin. It prompts you to grip his hair and roughly pull it back. He whines in response. “Be patient. You don’t get a taste of me until you’ve earned it, understand?”

You let go of your grip on his hair as he hums, signalling his understanding of the situation.

“Now get on the bed.”

“What are you going to do if I say no?” He says as he gives you a teasing smile.

Oh? So he wants to be a bit of a brat now, huh?

Well, that’s perfectly fine with you, you’ll put him in his place. Grabbing his hips, you forcefully push and move him back. He stumbles a bit as you guide him to his bed — at least, you hope it’s his bed, it seems like it’s his bed.

Eventually, you push him and he falls into it. Wasting no time, you climb on top of him. Pinning his hands down on both sides of his head, you bring your lips near his ear and say to him, “If you’re gonna be a brat, Heeseung, just know that I make brats cry.”

He doesn’t get a chance to reply to you because you’re already kissing him again, all hot and rough. It makes him hard to keep up with you and eventually he just lets you kiss him like that, your tongue once again exploring his mouth. Your hands push down on his and he laces them together, moaning a bit when he feels you push his hands harder against the sheets.

Pulling away from him, you press your leg against the budge in his pants and start trailing kisses down his neck. When he feels your tongue on his neck, he can’t help but throw his head back as he grinds into your leg. It makes you lose control, he makes you lose control. You just want to ruin him, hear his sweet voice beg for you.

“Fuck, we need a safe word because I want to ruin you so bad you don’t even know.”

It’s when you start biting he starts getting noisy. All his gasps and moans start coming out but he manages to choke out the first word that comes into his head, “Apple.”

“Our safe word is apple?”

Heeseung feels his heart beat faster at that, your words repeat in his head; our safe word is apple? God, he wants to do this again with you and he’s not even talking about sex since you two haven’t even gotten there yet. He just wants to be with you, spend time with you, make you happy, make you feel good. And although it’s obvious that Heeseung’s not the type to have sex just for fun but for you, he doesn’t care. He’d let you use his body any time… because it’s yours anyway, he thinks.

He doesn’t want to scare you off or ruin the moment though, so he keeps his question for another time and tells you, “Yeah.”

“Say it again,” you say as your hand lets go of his and starts palming him.

“A-apple,” he stutters, his head starting to get hazy.

“Good boy.”

He practically melts at your praise. It looks like you just found out one of his kinks. Your mind is already starting to think of ways to use that to your advantage because one thing’s for sure; you’re gonna make him beg. You’re not sure if that’s gonna be easy or hard but that’s what makes it fun.

Sitting up, you straddle him. Your hands move to unbutton his pants but just as you’re about to free his dick, you hear a phone ring. A bit annoyed, you look in the direction where the sound is coming from.

“Undress. By the time I come back, I want you naked,” you say to him as you make your way towards the phone.

He doesn’t even tell you that it’s his phone and not yours, he doesn’t really care either way. Besides, he’s curious about what you’re going to say.

You find the phone on his desk, amongst other stuff including books, pencils and even empty blood bags that you pay no attention to. You put the phone at your ear as soon as you accept the call, not even looking at the caller ID.

The sound of a feminine voice whining captures your attention, “Heeseung baby, finally you picked up my calls! Where are you?”

Feeling a bit weirded out, you look at the phone. You give a quiet chuckle when you realise that Heeseung didn’t even save this person’s number. You’re about to look back at Heeseung until you feel his arms wrap around you, pulling you flush against his naked body.

He feels so good like this — his built chest pressing against your back, his head in your neck, you feel his hard-on against your back too. He’s being a brat again because one of his hands is starting to grope your breasts underneath your shirt while the other starts making its way to your cunt.

“Who is it?” He whispers to you as he plays with your boob, kneading it in his hand. His other hand is already underneath your underwear and he’s rubbing circles against your wet cunt. He’s so good at this too and you let him continue while you return your attention to the person on the other side of the call.

“I’m sorry, who is this?” You ask, not even hiding your heavy breathing.

The person seems outraged, given by their tone of voice when they reply, “Who the fuck are you and why are you answering Heeseung’s phone?”

It makes you want to laugh but before you’re able to do that, Heeseung inserts a finger inside you and starts kissing your neck. His grip on your breast tightens as he pinches your nipple, all the while thrusting his finger as deep as it can go inside you.

You don’t even bother to hide your moan, telling him to keep going, “Yeah, just like that Hee baby. God, you’re doing so good, you feel so good.”

Feeling his dick twitch against your back from the praise that you gave him, he continues his actions with more intensity. You’re sure that he can hear the other person on the line and you’re not sure what their relationship is but you don’t care because right now, Heeseung is yours and you’re gonna make this person know that.

Meanwhile, this person is more than outraged, even more so when you tell her, “Sorry babe, Heeseung’s mine,” and hang up the call. When you finally put down the phone, Heeseung starts speaking.

“Sorry about that, I don’t know her, she’s been stalking me like crazy. I’ll make it up to you, I promise,” he says in his usual soft tone, worried that you might get the wrong idea.

But you really couldn’t care less. You grab his hands and reluctantly pull them off you. Then, you spin around so that you’re now facing him. He quickly breaks eye contact with you, knowing that he’s gonna get it now for being a brat… and yet he can’t contain the thrill and excitement in him. It makes him smile teasingly at you despite not being able to look you in the eye.

Grabbing his face in your hand, you make him look at you. His breath catches in his throat when he sees the intensity in your eyes. You wrap your hands around the back of his neck and pull him in closer to you. He thought you were going to kiss him but instead you only pull his head closer because you wanted to whisper something in his ear, “Is there any way that I could mark you?”

He bites his lip at that. The thought of you marking him turns him on more than he’d like to admit. He’d love for you to be able to leave marks on his skin and he’d definitely show it off, he doesn’t care who sees, he wants everyone to know that only you can mark him, that he belongs to somebody and that somebody just happens to be you. But alas, there’s not really any way to mark a vampire if you’re human.

“I… I don’t think so,” he tells you softly after thinking about it, “My skin would heal way too quickly.”

Just to be sure, you try it out. Your lips attach themselves to his neck and as you bite hard on it, a loud gasp falls out of his mouth. He doesn’t complain though and albeit you know that you probably shouldn’t take advantage of that, you still do.

So you bite him again, this time, sucking hard on his skin right after. He holds onto you as you do that to keep himself steady, trembling a bit. When you’re done, you pull away to look at it.

Unfortunately, he’s telling the truth. You watch as the bruise you left quickly heals itself, turning a shade of red back to the colour of his skin. In your opinion, it healed itself way too quickly for a vampire who hasn’t fed in like a week… but then again, you’re not a vampire so what do you know?

He notices you pouting and suddenly remembers something, “Um… but there is… scent?”

“Scent?”

“Yeah, scent. Um, a human probably won’t notice it but others would.

That’s true though. Despite being full human, you already know that everyone else’s sense of smell is very sensitive, so sensitive that they can probably smell you on him from miles away. Okay, that’s obviously an exaggeration but yeah, that works… you guess.

“How long does it last?”

“A couple of days, I guess.”

“Is there really no other way?”

“Not unless you’re a vampire too,” he bares his fangs at you with a smile right after he says that.

Hm, fair enough. Deciding to let it go, you tell him to get on the bed as you start taking your clothes off. Surprisingly, he obeys and does so rather quickly with no teasing comments whatsoever. So he can be obedient, you think to yourself. That means he’ll beg.

He sits down at the edge of the bed and watches you strip down. You don’t have to look at him to know that his eyes are hungry, just taking in every single inch of your bare skin. Pulling down your soaked underwear, you finally make your way towards him.

You know he wants you on top of him. That’s obvious, he’s ready to pull you down onto the bed with him but you have other plans. As soon as you’re standing in front of him, his hands go out to touch your waist but you swat them away.

As he looks up at you in desperation, you grip his hair, throw one leg over his shoulder and pull him into your cunt. Like an obedient puppy, he immediately parts his lips and starts eating you out — licking into you, sucking on your clit, lapping at your juices. You can’t help but moan at the sensation of his tongue on your cunt.

It takes him a while to figure out what you like but he eventually gets there. Your grip on his hair tightens and you start panting when he starts tongue-fucking you.

The feel of his hot tongue inside you just drives you insane. It makes you grind against his face. When he pulls his tongue out to swirl it in circles around your cunt, you’re unable to stop yourself from inserting two of your fingers inside you.

The thrusting of your fingers combined with the sensation of his tongue on you drives you to the edge. There’s a knot in your stomach and you can feel your climax approaching.

Heeseung feels it too and he intensifies his actions to help you get there. You pull his face into your cunt and he moans, the vibrations sending you to a frenzy so much that you start rambling, “Damn, you’re so good at this. Keep going, baby. I’m so close. You’re doing so good, you feel so fucking good, my god.”

With three fingers inside you and a final thrust, along with Heeseung sucking your clit, you let out a loud moan when you finally reach your climax.

Your legs start to weaken and for a moment, you’re worried that you might fall but he has you, keeping you steady with his hands on your waist and thigh. He keeps on eating you out as you ride the waves of your orgasm, lapping up all the juices coming out of you.

When you finally get back to your senses, you notice the whole room smells like sex now and you know you have to apologise to Jay later. It seems the smell has intoxicated both you and Heeseung. You see his eyes start getting hazy, no doubt his mind is a bit dizzy too.

You push him down on the bed and press your body against his. Gripping his cock with one hand, you say in his ear, “I was going to punish you for being a brat.”

He moans and bucks into your hand as you start stroking it quickly, “But you’ve been good and you did well. So I guess I’m letting you off this time.”

He whines your name in your ear as you speed up the pace and you continue, “Do you think you’ve been a good boy?”

Throwing his head back and letting out a loud moan, he nods and says, “ Yes.”

You chuckle at that, you know he hasn’t been very good. Recalling that phone call scene earlier, you continue to pump him while your other hand starts playing with his nipples. “Really? I don’t think so though? Remember that phone call scene earlier?”

He drags out a moan, he can’t focus when you’re being like this to him. Deciding to tease him for a bit just like how he teased you earlier, you start leaving bruises on his neck with your mouth — at least, you attempt to.

And albeit your attempt will forever be just an attempt, it’s still fun to see him squirm under you. His every reaction is delicious, every moan, every hiss, the look on his face when your fingers play with his tip, the look on his face when you pinch his nipples, ugh, you just love it.

Eventually, he tells you he’s close and you increase your intensity and pace. Right at the last moment right before he’s about to cum, you stop touching him completely, pulling your hands away from him.

He whines your name loudly at the loss of your touch and his orgasm. Staring at you with half-lidded eyes, his hands beside each side of his head, he breathes heavily as he contemplates what to do.

But before he could do anything, you’re already sitting up. “You got a condom?”

He nods and replies, “Yeah, at the desk.”

“Good, because if you don’t, I would’ve edge you 5 times before I let you cum,” you say as you get off of him and make your way towards his desk.

Hiding the upper part of his face with his arm, he bites his swollen lip and tries to calm himself down because if he doesn’t calm down, he’s going to cum real fast. Being a vampire doesn’t help, nor you edging him because now he’s the most sensitive he’s ever been.

Breathe in, breathe out, he tells himself.

“Here you go.” You toss him the condom.

You watch him put it on as you tell him, “By the way, I threw away the empty blood bags, I don’t know why you didn’t throw them in the trash.”

“Ah, yeah, I forgot about them,” he sheepishly replies.

“Clean up after yourself, that’s been there for at least a couple of days, no?”

He looks at you in confusion, but before he can comment on it further, you’re back on top of him. You ask him if he’s ready and he grabs your hips and replies, “Wait, no, I’m so sensitive, give me a minute, please.”

Of course, you don’t listen to him. Instead, you continuously grind your cunt into his dick and relish in the reactions and sounds that he makes. He grinds into you too, his body rocking into yours as he arches his back from the pleasure.

Fuck, he’s not even inside you yet but he can already feel his orgasm coming. He’s so close and his jerky movements and constant moaning are proof of that.

Meanwhile, you, you’re soaking wet again. You want his dick inside you yet you vowed to yourself that you won’t put his dick inside you unless he begs for it. So you keep grinding against him.

Suddenly, you feel his hands grab your hips, you hear him say your name in an exasperated tone. “Please, I’m so close, please.”

It’s so fun watching him like this, all wrecked and desperate, desperate to be inside you, desperate to cum. You can’t help but tease him again, he’s just so cute like this. He brings out the sadist in you.

You don’t stop until his orgasm comes close again. For the second time this evening, you stop him from cumming, lifting yourself off of him right before he was about to cum.

“Shit.”

It’s the first time you hear him swear. Despite swearing, the tone of his voice is still soft like usual. He even manages to make swear words sound soft. It makes you want to hear him swear again but you’ve already been cruel to him enough for the day. You stare at him in slight awe as you let him compose himself for a minute.

When he gets back to his senses, he starts groaning. His hand covers the front of his face again. Just by looking at him, you know that you’ve already broken him so much that he’s just begging non-stop now.

He’s a mess under you as he begs you desperately, “Please don’t do this to me, please, please don’t do this to me, please-”

“Shh… okay, okay, I got you.”

“Please.”

You hum at him as you insert his dick inside you. Moaning at the feeling of him filling you up, you start moving. Your movements are rushed since you don’t want to torture him any longer. Heeseung doesn’t stop begging you, he just gets louder as time goes on, moaning in between pleas every time you thrust into him.

He doesn’t even have the energy to thrust into you anymore so you adjust yourself a bit so that he could hit your g-spot. A couple of thrusts later and the familiar feeling comes to you again, the knot in your stomach — you’re close.

“You’re close?” you ask him.

He nods his head in response, begging you to let him cum and to not edge him again. You kiss him and that shuts him up — well not really because he doesn’t stop moaning, but he does stop speaking.

As your tongue swirls with his, you pinch his nipples one last time and that’s enough to send him on the edge. He arches his back into you and gasps as he finally gets his release. You keep going, helping him ride the waves of his orgasm and soon, you’re cumming too.

Slowing down your movements, you eventually lay on top of him, panting in his ear. Heeseung’s arms wrap around you, he’s panting too and still has a dazed just-been-fucked look on his face.

Closing his eyes and throwing his head back, he says to you in a soft voice, “Thank you.”

It’s obvious that he’s spent and you’re glad you both had a good time. You run your hand through his hair and give him tons of praises, “No, no, thank you for being so good to me. You did so well, such a good boy for me, thank you so much. I’m sorry if I went too far.”

He laughs at that, the laugh you usually hear coming from him — rich and cheerful, like it could light up the whole world. You’ve heard it before, it’s hard to miss it since his laugh is melodic and catches your attention all the time… but you’ve never made him laugh, this is the first time.

Feeling a bit of warmth inside you, you smile at him as he whispers, “It was fun… I enjoyed it.”

Can we do it again later? It doesn’t have to be just this one time. He wants to say that to you but he’s scared that you’ll reject him, scared that he’ll blow his chances. So instead, he bites his lip and keeps his mouth shut.

Suddenly, you remember the deal you two had. “Oh yeah, you can have some of my blood now I guess.”

His laidback teasing personality begins to make its comeback as he smirks at you and says in a teasing tone, “Oh? But I’m full though.”

Looking at him in confusion, you reply, “But weren’t you desperate for some blood earlier? When was the last time you feed?”

“just a few minutes ago, when I got in my room.”

You look at him confusedly, as if looking at him would answer all the questions in your head and would explain everything that you’re not understanding. Sensing your confusion, he continues, “Jay got me some blood packets and I drank them before I let you in.”

Oh. “But the deal?”

Perking up at you, he can’t help his genuine smile when he tells you, “Next time then. I’ll call you when I’m hungry.”

Chuckling at that, you agree with him. After all, he did give you a good time. Plus, you’re not the kind of person to break off a deal when you’ve already had your fill.

You move to get off him but he won’t let you, wrapping his arms around you tighter and whining in your neck. “Stay with me… unless you got somewhere to be?”

“It’s getting dark.”

“I’ll walk you home.” A moment of silence passes by and he continues, “Please?”

How can you say no to this man? Especially when he’s giving you such a pleading look with his cute doe eyes. You nod at him and let him pull you back into him. Despite his built body, he feels really soft — just like his personality, and you relax into him as time goes by, enjoying the moment you have left with him before Jay comes back.

[sunoofairyofsass]

That strap on...

Synopsis:Jake is getting pegged for the first time after you suggested it

Warning:Pegging,use of pet name "puppy",praising,fingering, reader's strap is big, mommy kink, dacryphillia?,kink discovery?

Pairing:Sub Jake x Dom afab reader

(this might not be one of my best work-)(Not proof read)

"Please...mommy please put it on..."Jake begged,tears coming out of his eyes,over stimulated by you fingering him with almost your whole hand.You coked at him as you continued with the scissoring motion with your fingers "Awn puppy,I have to stretch you properly or my strap won't fit"you tell him, teasingly rubbing a digit on his abused prostate.

To give a bit of background information,after seeing a few videos on the internet,you proposed the idea of you pegging your boyfriend Jake.The man at first was taken aback since he had never even thought about being a sub in his life,but he did agree to it after some talking.You two looked for strap on and ended up buying a twelve inch one per your partner's request,which did surprise you.

Despite his initial skepticism,Jake was taking a submissive position really well,better than he thought,he even found out he had an extreme mommy kink and that he loved being called puppy.

You finally removed your fingers from his hole,hearing him whimper at the feeling of emptiness."Are you ready pup?"You ask him,stroking his thigh "Put it in...put it in mommy"Jake replied even though he was already overstimulated.

You smiled softly at Jake, pulling him into a kiss as you slowly put the strap in him, muffling any sounds from coming out.As you wanted,it slid in easily,already hitting deep in him.When you finally pulled away from the kiss,you had left the man breathless "I-I- didn't expect it to be t-that big"he breathed out exasperatedly.

Before he could say anything else,you started thrusting inside him,making sure to hit his prostate.Jake moaned loudly, gripping the bedsheets "Yes.Yes.Yeees~"he repeated over and over,letting the pleasure take over his body.

Jake was in heaven, sticking his tongue out and rolling his eyes.His body was on fire,his tummy filled with sparks of pleasure,he couldn't even breathe since he was being suffocated by lust.Sweat dripped from his skin,making loose hair stick to his forehead.His insides were becoming mush.

"M-m-mommy~ I feel s-so good~"Jake moaned "Please please~ harder~"he begged, arching his back and throwing his head back."I knew you would like this pup"you comment,speeding up your thrusts just like the other begged.Tears streamed from the man's eyes from the overwhelming feeling,moaning even louder than before.

This went better than you thought it would,you're kind of relieved,you thought you'd be met with extreme rejection.It turned you on how submissive Jake was to you,moaning your name,squirming around the bed and rolling his eyes,all of it could make you cum untouched,but today will all be about him.

"I'm so close..."Jake breathed out,feeling his cock twitching,nearing his orgasm "Then cum puppy~ Cum for mommy~"you growled,slamming into his prostate.The only thing that could be heard in the room were both of your sinful sounds and the bed creaking as if it was breaking in any moment.

With one final cry,Jake came all over your stomach while arching his back.He collapsed afterwards from all of the exertion,his body trembling from the orgasm."You did such a good job Jakey~"You praise him,pulling him into a warm, comforting hug "I told you you were going to like it"you added,giving him a quick peck on his lips.

Jake smiled tiredly,hugging back "I felt so good Y/N~"

[enhafilthandfiction]

i think if be okay to write jwon smut / suggestive things bcs he is of age so wheres the wrong in that?

Hickeys - Yang Jungwon

A/n : Hello everyone! Some of you were asking me to write something 'smutty' for Jungwon, but since he's just turned 20 I'll let is sit for a while and start off with some mild 'smut', but mostly suggestive. This is my first time giving it a shot, so I rly hope you enjoy reading it!

Also, Thankyou so so so much for the love you guys are showing on my previous posts!! A big thanks to everyone who liked, reblogged or even followed! I appreciate you all sooo much <333

Pairings : Bf!Jungwon X Fem!Reader

Warnings : fluff, slight angst, suggestive, mentions of grinding, kissing, making out, neck kissing, hickeys, marking, feeling one another over clothes, both inexperienced tbh, mentions of food, reader is stressed at beginning, comfort, hugs, kinda has a shitty ending.

Word count : 1294 words

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It was the worst time of the year; exam week. You always stressed so much about your grades, studying till morning and even forgetting to eat, all for nothing. When your report cards came back, your heart shatters into a millions pieces. No matter how hard you try, your best isn't good enough.

You were honestly feeling like a big failure, and didn't know what you were going to do in your life. Unlike Jungwon, who wasn't only successful with his music career, but also graduated with amazing grades.

It's not that you were jealous of him; not at all. It's just that you constantly compared yourself to him and soon realised that you don't deserve him. He deserves a better person. Someone more intelligent perhaps, someone who could flex their grades and collages to his parents not someone who can barely pass a simple exam.

You were so clouded in your thoughts that you didn't even realise that he had entered inside your house, took off his shoes and coat and walked to your seat.

"Y/n?" he calls out for you and waves his hand in front of your face in a teasing manner. You blinked your eyes and looked up at him, smiling in an instant. He was such a comforting person to you, yet you felt bad because your thoughts told you that you weren't good enough for him.

"H-hi" you let out, running a hand through your hair as he placed a bag over the kitchen counter. "Have you eaten yet? I got food" He announced, placing the take out on the counter.

"Mm, no" you admit, sighing. He sighs as well as he walks over to you. "Aww y/n. You overwork yourself too much on some unimportant grades" he says, his warm hands coming up to your face "Look at you, are you even sleeping?" he asks worriedly, his thumbs caressing your dark eyebags.

"Kinda" you reply shortly, looking up at his worried expression. "You shouldn't stress too much baby, grades don't define you" he leans down and presses his lips to yours in a soft kiss. But it's not a normal kiss you notice. His lips kiss yours for a longer time than usual.

"Perhaps you need a break?" he asks you gingerly, grabbing your hands and pulling you out of your chair, leading you to the sofa inside the living room.

He sits down first, pulling you on top of him. Your knees are on both sides of his thighs, and your hands are on his shoulders, his on your waist.

You look into his eyes and he looks into yours, admiring each other with loving gazes. He smiles and pulls you into an unexpected hug, his hands wrapping around your figure and yours around his neck.

You breathe in his comforting scent, sighing in relief. He's here you think to yourself, relaxing in his warm embrace. He knows you needed a hug, being too stressed about exams and barely interacting with anyone. It's like you've zoned off to yourself lately.

He pulls back after a few minutes, his lips immediately landing back on yours. His hands move back to your waist, pulling you flush against him. Your hands move from his neck to the back of his head, deepening the kiss.

As your mouth moves against his, his tongue darts out to lick your lips, asking for entrance. When you wouldn't get the message, his hands grind your hips on him, making you let out a muffled whine, taking the opportunity to slide his tongue into your parted lips.

You gasp at the sensation, his tongue meeting yours and exploring your mouth, all while his lips massage against yours. After a while, he pulls away out of breath, breathing heavily trying to catch his breath; just like you.

"Fuck Y/n, You're driving me crazy-" he almost cuts himself off as he leans in again, too addicted to your kisses. You part your lips again, and your tongues collide once again, he sucks on your wet muscle, trying to suck it into his mouth.

It's your turn to explore his mouth now. Saliva mixes together as you two become literally tongue-tied; Your tongues in each other's mouth, tasting one another.

You subconsciously grind on his crotch, too aroused with the feeling of his mouth on yours. His hands reach higher till they're situated under your bra-less breasts, subtly feeling them on his palm.

He lets out a whimper when you place pressure on a particular spot, alerting you of what you are doing. You pull away, looking at his state, messy hair and hazed eyes.

"Would it be okay if I kissed your neck?" he questions hopefully, out of breath. You hum positively and nod your head, giving him the greenlight. He hesitantly leans in, his soft lips making contact with your neck. Goosebumps decorate your skin at the contact, a shiver running up your spine.

Not long after you feel his tongue on your skin, licking a stripe up your neck. You hands grip his hair, pulling at it when he kisses a particular sensitive spot on your neck.

"Mmm yeah Wonnie, keep going" you encourage, your hands gripping harder on his soft hair and your hips rocking desperately on his hardening length.

You feel him get harder, but you don't say anything, now wanting to embarrass him. He continues abusing your neck, sucking harshly and reddening your skin. You would even feel his teeth sometimes, gently biting love marks on the side of your neck.

Suddenly, he pulls back "Why'd you stop?" you ask him, disappointed. "It will leave a mark if I continue" he explained "There are red marks already"

You smile at his concern "They're just hickeys Jungwon. It's fine, I know how to cover them up" you mumble, petting his hair. "So how about you give me some?"

He looks up at you as he leans down again, this time not holding back and fully marking you as his. His hands that were on your waist snuck under your shirt, feeling your warm skin.

He sucks desperately on your neck, reddening marks blooming on there. "How about I give you some?" you ask him "Will you let me kiss your neck?"

He leans back to admire his work and nods at you once he considers the question. He stands there awkwardly till you lean into his neck, starting off with a few gently kisses, almost in a teasing manner, pecking his skin.

He starts whining the second you lips meet the skin right below his ear, his sensitive spot, kissing it a little bit harder just to make him squirm. You suck it and gently nip at it, not wanting to mark him in such an evident area since he's not allowed.

Your tongue licks a stripe down his neck and your lips land on his collarbones, sucking and gently biting at the pretty bones. He whimpers softly, bucking up into you and holding your waist tighter, surely leaving a mark.

"Mm Y/n" he throws his head back to give your lips more space to work on as his hands guide your hips to grind on him at a decent pace, not too fast but not slow either.

You hands also make their way up his sweater, resting on his abs for support. You lean back and admire the red blooming marks on his collarbones, where they can be easily hidden.

"You're so pretty Wonnie" you worship, making a blush creep onto his cheeks. He smiles at you "So are you" He leans in again, but just as he's going to stick his tongue into your mouth (for the nth time) you hear the main door unlock.

"Shit, my parents are here"

Thankyou so much for reading!

Tbhhhh I don't really know about this one. It's clearly not my best work since I'm not used to 'mild smut' or suggestiveness in general. Butttt I do hope that I can write better fics for Jungwon in the future.

Also a lot of you have been giving me the go ahead to write smut for Jungwon (Tysm for sharing your opinions!) so I might consider it!

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[spideyriki]

sub kitty hybrid jungwon? or just ignore the hybrid part if ur not comfy!

kitty! jungwon hcs

c. warnings: sub!jungwon, cat hybrid jungwon breeding kink, pegging, collars, scent kink

a. note: my first ask! was genuinely so happy to receive this, trust me i'll remember you, anon, for the rest of my life <3 thank you so much! hope you like this n i'll definitely write a proper full length kitty won fic when i have the time :(

nsfw utc

sfw

being in a relationship with kitty jungwon is like having a personal little shadow, jungwon follows you all over the house and he has to nearly always be touching you, even just simple touches like sitting up really close to you as you both are doing work so your thighs are touching or walking near you so your hands grace eachother.

wonie loves head pats. but only from you. the moment he sees you, he's cutely leaning his head towards you expecting a quick pet as a greeting, his cat ears will twitch happily when you do. one time, jay jokingly reached out to pat jungwon's head after seeing you do it, jungwon quickly swatted his hand away and furrowed his eyebrows to feign annoyance.

jungwon is a huge purrer, he can't help but purr whenever he's around you. especially in the morning, when he wakes up next to you. as he nuzzles up into your neck, his loud content purrs filling the silence.

it's in a cat's nature to gift their owners things and it is no different for cat hybrids. jungwon loves bearing you simple little gifts all the time. nearly every week, a bouquet of flowers will be found in your living room as you come home from work or a new plushie placed neatly in your bed. no matter if there's an occasion or not, jungwon loves giving you gifts.

you know how cats like to disturb you as you work, like for example, sitting on your laptop keyboard and stuff. jungwon is just the same! whenever you are working he likes to curl up next to you and cuddle with you, pleading for you to pet him. if you don't acknowledge it, he'll just get up and sit on your lap until you have no choice but to pay attention to him. purring when you run your fingers through his hair and stroke his cat ears.

but like any other cat, kitty jungwon can get pretty grumpy when he is lacking sleep. when he's sleepy jungwon gets cranky and his responses get pretty sassy. although, when he wakes up energised again, he shyly apologises and nudges his head into you, nosing your neck and purring at you as he bats his pretty long eyelashes so you forgive him.

nsfw

jungwon is obsessed with your scent, like he genuinely believes that you have the most beautiful scent on earth. so, he Loves to eat you out. his face burried deep between your legs and your scent surrounding him. the way your thighs circle his head engulfing him in your scent and your hands gently pat his little cat ears. when you cum, covering his face with your juices, he moans in your pussy and always cums untouched himself.

jungwon loves to be collared during sex (and to be honest even when not). he loves the feeling of ownership you have on him, the mere thought of having you own him makes jungwon orgasm so quickly. so, when he's feeling horny, he will bring you his collar and flash his prettiest eyes and you being you, can never deny him, so you secure the pretty pink collar right above his adam's apple making sure it's not pressing on too tight but just enough to send blood rushing to his needy cock. even the simple feeling of your gentle fingers near his throat makes jungwon whimper.

kitty jungwon loves getting pegged. on all fours, his back arched and tight little hole on display for you. you are always so gentle with him, your hands petting his lower back and massaging the base of his tail which leaves him so needy, his hips start moving back against you so you can fuck into him deeper and reach spots he never even knew existed.

jungwon's tail is really sensitive so when you delicately run your hand over his tail, he will moan out so loud and possibly even cum because the feeling of his tail getting toyed with sends the most pleasurable shivers down his spine. his moans turning into adorable little mewls as you stroke his tail through his orgasm.

when i said jungwon is a big purrer, hes a Purrer. when he's really into it, jungwon will accidentally release a few purrs which gradually increases in volume. he can't help it, you treat him so gently and he's just so content to be with you, even during sex and he just loves you so much he can't help but purr when he's with you.

he is pretty possessive over you. so, when you come home from work and smell like other people or even worse, other hybrids, he will be all over you, grinding his hard on against you when he has the chance, groping you here and there to get your attention. before you leave for work, he will scent you to make sure everyone knows you have a kitten waiting for you at home or on days when you have a little more extra time, he will ride your thigh, his hands roaming wherever he reach and he is continuously mouthing at your neck, leaving his scent for other hybrids to smell and hickeys for regular humans to see, making sure everybody knows you are off limits. he loves the thought that you're his, just as much as he's yours. you are his girlfriend and his owner.

jungwon has the biggest breeding kink especially when he's in heat, he will be crying and begging you to allow him to breed you and fill you up to the brim with his cum. he's aware that you can't actually get pregnant but the thought of you being full of his cum makes him dizzy and it drives him to thrust into you and make you feel good so you will reward him by allowing him to cum inside you. "please let me fill you up with my kittens please, i'll be a good boy, please let me make you a mommy", jungwon would whine out to you. and when he pulls out he's so mesmerised at the sight of his thick white cum spilling out of you and down your thighs, he'll lean down and kitten lick you clean.

jungwon is usually a well behaved boy because he loves how gently you treat him but in the occasional moments where he decides to be a brat, he loves when you punish him by attaching a leash to his collar and pulling on it to choke him as you fuck into him from the back. his choked out moans and whimpers only fuel you to go rougher on him until he is crying out and pretty tears are falling over his pink cheeks. his little collar bell jingling from the force of your rough thrusts.

all in all, jungwon is (mostly) your good little kitten and he loves you so much!!

© spideyriki

jungwon is so orange kitty, i love him :')

[meowjunjun]

Kinktober Day 1: Pain kink w/ Jake

Includes: dom fem sadist reader, masochist Jake, degradation

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“Please.. I need you to hurt me.”

The pretty boy was on his knees, looking up at you with the most innocent looking puppy eyes. He was sweating, his whole body hot.

“Fucking gross.” You slap him across the face, a gasp leaving his lips. “Do you really get off on this? Me hurting you like the pathetic whore you are?”

He nods eagerly. “Yes…. It feels so good, I need more.”

You grab his face, and tilt his head up towards you more. “How do you ask, slut? Do you really think I’ll just let you get off that easy? Where are your manners?” He shakes his head rapidly, not wanting you to leave. “No no I’m sorry!! Please, I need you! It hurts so good… please don’t stop, I promise I’ll be good! I’ll remember my manners, I swear.

“That’s more like it.” You kick him backwards with the heel of your stiletto shoe, and climb on top of him. He throbs at the feeling of your weight on top of him as you place your hand around his throat. He chokes slightly, getting harder by the second. “I can’t believe I’m doing this for someone like you.” He lets out a choked whine at your words.

You place your knee between his legs, and feel his abs tense below you as your knee gets closer and closer to his clothed dick. You swiftly begin pushing your knee harshly against his balls as he lets out a string of “ah”s. He twitches in his pants as you practically crush him, and you whisper in his ear, hand still around his neck “you like that, yeah? You like when I make you hurt? Oh wait, poor thing can’t speak with my hand around his neck hm” you release your grip from his neck and he’s instantly gasping for air.

Between pants he says softly “yeah, want you to hurt me so bad. Hah- it feels so good..” you smile against his neck, biting and sucking. He whines at the contact, squirming against your body. You take your hand and snake it into his pants, wrapping it around the tip of his needy cock. The feeling of your skin on his is almost enough for him to cum right there, but he knows better. You give his dick a hard squeeze and he groans “mh- thank you thank you tha- anh”

You move your mouth to his smooth chest, kissing while you get to his sensitive bud. You suck and bite at it hard, but it’s too much for him combined with how you’re crushing his sensitive pink balls and squeezing his wet tip at the same time. “Your hand it’s- too tight- m’ gonna cum.. please please please? Too much..”

“Alright, you can cum Jake. You took it so well.” You coo, giving him a hard hit of your knee to his crotch to help him cum, balls aching in pain. He moans like a whore, whimpering and gasping as he leaks all over your hand. He’s twitching rapidly, hips stuttering all over the place. “Anh- th- thank you- hhn” he’s dripping sweat at this point from cumming so hard as the last few drops of his cum leak out.

“Now, don’t you think you should show your gratitude through your actions rather than your words hm?”

[prettyboysunoo]

I don’t know how much longer I can keep my mouth shut about him because oh my fucking god he looks so good fuck…….

[cinnamon-won]

omg can you please please please do omorashi with Jake I feel like it would fit him so well there ain’t enough enha on this app

Lose Control | Enhypen Jake (requested)

MDNI

Words: 1.5k

Description: After a trip to a cafe and Jake’s friendly encounter with another girl, he’s been getting the silent treatment. But…there’s no way you’re letting him out of the bed even just to use the bathroom.

Pairing: sub!jake x dom!reader

Warnings: omorashi, bladder control, sub!jake, crying jake, mentions of puppy play, nipple play, begging, degradation, humiliation, reader is a little mean?/ dirty talk? +lmk if there’s more

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Jake didn't mean to upset you, he was just a sociable person. So when the girl at the café struck up a conversation, Jake was just being his usual friendly self. He was so drawn into the conversation that he didn't notice the hints you gave him about leaving the situation or that maybe he was being too friendly. Since then, you've been giving Jake the silent treatment.

"Y/n I really didn't mean to!" Jake said for the umpteenth time.

"Let's just go to bed," you said with a heavy sigh.

The two of you got into your shared bed. Jake thought some cuddling might fix it, but immediately you turned over and faced the wall, leaving him to stare at the dark silhouette of your back. He sighed and faced the ceiling, thinking about ways to make it up to you in the morning. After a few hours of tossing and turning and irregular sleep, Jake found himself needing to use the bathroom.

Out of stress, he drank a lot of water during dinner and before bed. He just needed something to do in the silence since you were not speaking to him, but now he was feeling the effects. He glanced at your still figure and slowly sat up. His feet touched the ground and he was about to stand up until he heard a voice.

"Where are you going?" You asked softly.

"I just need to use the bathroom," he replied in a similar tone. Jake didn't get another response, so he thought that you were sleep-talking.

As he was moving the blanket away, you spoke again. "Don't go."

Jake froze and looked behind him. You had turned over to face him, your features were barely visible in the darkness, but Jake could still feel the expression. Now he was torn because he really had to go to the toilet, but you were finally talking to him again.

"I'll be back quick, I promise," he said.

You huffed. "Forget it."

"No wait!" He said and quickly got back in next to you.

You turned back around and put your arms out so that he could cuddle. Jake nuzzled his face into the crook of your neck and let your arms encase him in a hug. He tried to ignore the desperate feeling of needing to pee and tried to enjoy your warmth.

"What did I say about listening to me Jakey?" you asked gently.

"I'm sorry I didn't listen to you," Jake apologised.

"Will sorry cut it? You always do this. Every time you disobey, you promise not to do it again and then look what happened… you did it again!"

"I really didn't realise, I was just interested in her dog, that little guy was so cute and-"

"Just her dog? You sure? Why? Were you imagining being her pup instead of mine?" You interrogated.

"No! I wouldn't dare-"

"I bet you did."

"Y/n I swear-" Jake's sentence was cut off by the sudden urge to pee. His hand snaked down and held his crotch area tightly.

"See? You're not even focused on me right now."

"I just need to use the bathroom. Let me go and come back and then I promise I'm all yours, I'll do whatever you say."

"Whatever I say huh? And what if I say 'hold it'?

Jake retracted his head and looked up at your face to see if you were joking but you were dead serious.

"I don't think this is a good idea-"

"I don't care," you shrugged indifferently. "You want to make it up to me? Then hold it. And stay here with me instead."

Jake nodded slightly and let out a shaky breath. He could do that. He's held his pee before. All he had to do was go to sleep and he would forget about that urge until he woke up. But Jake underestimated just how distracting a full bladder could be. And you certainly weren't making the situation any better.

Your hands travelled over Jake's sensitive body, snaking up his t-shirt and finding your way to his nipples. you rubbed them gently making Jake moan quietly. His attention was being diverted from his bladder to the feeling of you rubbing and pinching his sensitive buds.

Suddenly he let out a little, feeling the small wet spot form in his underwear. He gasped, body shaking from all the effort he put into holding back the rest of the stream.

"What's wrong baby?" You asked innocently.

Your hands were bored of his nipples so they travelled lower and lower down his toned body until you reached the waistband of his plaid pyjama pants. You teased him a little, running a finger along the inner rim of the pants, noticing the change in his breathing pattern.

Without warning, you dipped your hand inside, and his dick coming in contact with your skin sent him spiralling. Jake's quick breaths became whiny moans as you stroked his cock. Within seconds he was hard, and he was a squirming, whimpering mess under your touch.

Suddenly, he gasped loudly and grabbed your wrist, putting an end to your movements.

"If you keep going I might wet the bed..." He said, fresh tears threatening to spill.

You chuckled. "Is that going to stop me Jake?"

"W-wait-" but Jake couldn't finish his sentence with the way you roughly grabbed his cock again.

"You're so dirty Jake. Look how hard you are for me? Why? Because I'm making you hold your piss? You're pathetic," You muttered these words into his ears, only increasing Jake's enjoyment. He loved being talked down to. "I bet you're thinking about that bitch. You wish she was the one touching you like this? Don’t you?"

"N-No only you! Only... you!" Jake's voice was slurred. His stomach was in pain from holding back, but he was afraid of what would happen if he actually did release.

"You wanna use the bathroom? Beg for it," you said, slowing down your hand movements and making Jake whine at the loss of momentum.

"Please... P-Please can I g-go to the toilet?" Jake mumbled, a warm blush coating his cheeks at how pathetic he sounded.

Your laugh was evil, but Jake was glad to hear you happy again (even if it came at the expense of his pride).

"Aw you wanna go so badly don't you?" You teased. Now your other hand reached down to his lower abdomen and you pressed against his bladder gently making him yelp. You felt a warm liquid on your hands, knowing he accidentally let out some pee again.

"Do you think that girl would be interested in you if she sees you like this? Maybe we should show her what a desperate pup you are. You might get lucky. Maybe she'll give you her dog's leash and collar and then you can prance around with her instead."

Jake's mind was infiltrated with images of being forced to wear a collar and leash, but he could only see the owner as you. He could never imagine anyone else. He didn't even remember what that other girl looked like - he only had thoughts of you.

“I think she’d be disgusted, she might laugh at how pitiful you look right now.”

Jake didn't realise that piss was dripping all over your hands. His body spasmed at a second push on his bladder and those few drops turned into a stream. Jake wailed from embarrassment, covering his face with his hands even after he'd finished. But you were far from done.

Jake cringed at the feeling of wet fabric all over his lower half. You scrunched your nose at the faint smell of pee and lectured Jake about how dirty and gross he was for wetting himself like a child. Your wet hand in his pants worked like crazy touching him in such a way that his mind went blank with pleasure.

"I almost don't want to let you cum for the stunt you pulled at the cafe..." You said with a sigh, catching Jake's attention.

"Please please please! I won't do it again... I don't even rememebr her... I don't care about anyone but you! I promise to listen.... I promise to obey... y/n please d-don't stop!" Jake begged with broken sobs in between.

"I didn't even have to ask you to beg this time. What a good boy!" You cooed. You began using your other hand to play with his balls. Jake's moans became louder as he got closer to his release.

"Cum for me Jakey," you whispered.

Jake's body spasmed for a second time, but this time instead of piss, he came all over your hands. He rolled his hips slightly, chasing his high. Jake felt you move your hand away and watched you wipe it on the towel you kept beside the bed. His panting slowly quietened down and he became more aware of the uncomfortable wet patches on his trousers and bed.

However Jake didn't have time to think about how embarrassing it was to be laying in a puddle of his own pee. He saw you stand up and a question instantly left his mouth.

"Are you still mad?" He asked worriedly.

You smiled to yourself. "I was never mad. I just love watching you lose control."

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Finally finished this one - sorry for the wait!! Hope it was good <3

[sstrwbrryccke]

saw a heeseung edit and now im brainrotting ab him so hard,,, just imagine a playboy au where he thinks you’re easy prey, making a bet with his friends that he’ll bed you in a week MAX. and where is he after that week…? on his knees, tears streaming down his cheeks as he orgasms in his pants just from your shoe pressing down his crotch. he begs you to touch him and you just deadpan “aren’t i already touching you?” and he sobs a little more.

[givemefevrr]

INEXPERIENCED SUBMISSIVE HEESEUNG OR JUNGWON PWEAASEEEE ??🌝🌝

Left My Innocence In Your Mouth (NSFW)

Pairings: sub!Jungwon x afab!reader

Warnings: inexperienced Jungwon, experienced reader, loss of virginity, first time, overstimulation, masturbation, dry humping, vaginal fingering, swearing, soft sex, mild praise, nipple play, begging, pet names (love, baby, sweetie, etc..)

!WC: 3.6k!

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You and Jungwon have been dating for several months now, and while the chemistry between you two was undeniable from the start, the physical aspect of your relationship had been slow to progress. It wasn't for lack of desire or attraction; rather, Jungwon's shy and reserved nature made him hesitant to take things further.

But tonight, you decided to push the limits and see how far the shy boy can go.

You had initiated your usual nightly make-out session with him; however, now, you decide to take the lead, crawling onto his lap and straddling his thighs. Jungwon gasps softly, his hands gripping the sheets beneath him as if he's holding on for dear life. He's been nothing but gentle – hesitant even – and it's so endearing. 

Your fingers trail through his hair, pulling him closer for another kiss. He melts into it, a soft whimper escaping his lips as he surrenders to your lead. His reactions turn you on even more.

As you break the kiss, his eyes flutter open, dazed and glossy. You watched as he tried to chase your lips, his cheeks flushed and chest heaving with anticipation. A soft chuckle escaped your lips as you cupped his cheeks, noting how he already looked so wonderfully messed up.

"You look so good like this," you murmur, your lips trailing down his jawline, leaving a trail of hot kisses. Jungwon's breath hitches, and you can feel his heart racing against your chest.

You pull back slightly, gazing into his glossy eyes. "You can touch me, you know," you say, your voice husky with desire. "I want you to."

Jungwon blinks, looking slightly bewildered. Slowly, hesitantly, his hands moved to rest on your thighs, just above the fabric of your clothes. His touch is feather-light as if he's afraid to press too hard. 

After his palms sit on your plush thighs for a moment, he glances back up at you, as if seeking validation. 

"Touch me more," you bite your lip, guiding his hands up your sides. He looks like a deer in headlights, shocked and naive. His cheeks flush a deep, rosy hue as you continue to move his hands up your torso. "Do you like touching me like this, Wonnie?"

A small whimper caught in Jungwon's throat as he nodded, unable to keep his eyes from flickering between his hands and your lips. 

You smile, leaning in to capture his lips again, releasing his hands to let him explore more. His hands start to move, undeniably still hesitant, yet he's touching you nonetheless. 

Jungwon's fingers gently trace your spine's contours, making you gasp. "Is this okay?" he asks between kisses, his voice laced with concern. "A-am I doing okay?"

You leave a couple of final kisses on the corner of his lips before responding warmly, "It's perfect, baby. Have you never done this before?"

You half meant it teasingly—to spur him on, rile him up so he could build confidence in his actions––but you were surprised when Jungwon's blush deepened. His gaze dropped slightly as he nodded, his fingers still tracing patterns on your skin.

"I-I'm sorry," he stammers, his voice barely audible.

Cradling his face in your hands, you lift his face up to meet yours again, cooing at the boy whisperingly. "Are you a virgin, baby?"

He nods sheepishly, his gaze flickering between your eyes and lips, his fingers curling slightly to grip your shirt. "M' sorry," he apologizes again, his lip quivering with his nervous trembling breaths. 

Leaning in, you press a soft kiss to his lips, running your thumb along his jawline soothingly, murmuring words of reassurance against his mouth.  "There's nothing to apologize for, Jungwon," you whisper, your voice laced with warmth and affection. "We'll take things slow, I'll guide you through it, yeah?"

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His kisses grow hungrier, and you can feel his arousal pressing against you, and it only spurs you on further. 

A soft moan escapes your lips at his touch, a sound that echoes in Jungwon's mind, driving him to desperation. He can't shake the thought of making you feel that way again, of being the one to elicit such pleasure from you.

"W-want," he gasps between kisses. "I want to…touch… you—" he stammers out before a final desperate, "Please…"

You smile at his eagerness, a playful glint in your eyes as you cock your head to the side teasingly. "Yeah?" you murmur, your voice a low purr. "You want to learn how to make me feel good?"

Jungwon nods eagerly, his eyes wide with anticipation as he gazes up at you with undisguised longing. "Please," he whispers, his voice barely above a breathless whimper, nodding eagerly. "I want to so badly. Teach me, please!"

His vulnerability tugs at your heartstrings, and you can't help but feel a surge of affection for him. With a smirk, you lean back slightly, your hands working on the hem of your shirt. 

"Well, since you asked so nicely," you tease, your voice dripping with mock innocence. "I suppose I could show you a thing or two."

Jungwon's eyes widen in anticipation, a hopeful gleam shining in their depths as he watches you intently as you slowly pull your shirt over your head to reveal your bare chest. Jungwon's eyes widen in awe at the sight, his breath catching in his throat as he takes in the sight of you shirtless for the first time.

He's mesmerized, his gaze flickering between your eyes and your exposed skin, uncertainty evident in his every movement. He wants to look and admire, but he's unsure if he's allowed––if he's allowed to indulge in the sight before him.

"It's okay, Jungwon," you reassure him, your voice gentle and reassuring. "You're allowed to look, I want you to see me, sweetie."

His eyes widen at your words, disbelief mingling with longing in their depths. Slowly, hesitantly, he lets his gaze wander over your bare skin, his hands practically trembling at your hips.

The way he struggles to contain his desperate whimper, the way he practically stares, unable to tear his eyes away—it's all too endearing.

You gently brush your fingertips against his cheek with a soft chuckle, coaxing him out of his daze. "Do you want to touch?" you ask softly, nodding toward your tits.

Jungwon's breath catches in his throat, his eyes widening even further at your invitation. "Can I?" he stammers, his voice slightly strained.

You grin softly, nodding in encouragement as you guide his hand once again up to your chest, his touch tentative and uncertain. With gentle guidance, you help him thumb at your nipples, his reaction immediate.

A small mewl escapes the back of his throat, his eyes fluttering slightly. He reacts as if he's the one being touched, his body trembling.

Lost in the moment, he doesn't even realize the sound escaping him, mesmerized by the feeling of your skin beneath his fingertips. And you watch him, utterly captivated by his innocence and eagerness to learn.

With a soft exhale, you suggest, "You could put your mouth on them if you want."

Jungwon's breath catches as if he can't believe what you're suggesting. "Wh-what?" he stammers, his voice breathless with disbelief. 

You can't help but smile at Jungwon's shocked reaction, his breathless gasp echoing in the air at the suggestion of putting his mouth on your nipples, his breathing quickening as he processes the idea.

You simply nod, trying to coax out some initiative in his actions, "Unless you don't want to–"

"No!" Jungwon cuts you off.

He hesitates momentarily, then leans in, his lips brushing ever so softly against the sensitive bud. Looking up at you for validation, his eyes searching for approval, he waits for your instruction.

Following your guidance, Jungwon tentatively wraps his lips around your nipple, his movements cautious and nervous at first. But you guide him through it, instructing him to suck a little harder, to use his tongue. And with each suckle, he becomes more lost in the sensation. 

Soon, he's completely lost in the sensation, his eyes closed in bliss as he presses his face into your chest, his arms wrapping around you in a tight embrace. Soft, needy mumbles escape his lips as he sucks with increasing fervor, his breathy moans and gentle noises vibrating against your nipples, sending a delicious shiver down your spine, leaving you gasping for breath.

His arms tighten around your waist, pulling you closer to him as if he can't get enough of you. And soon, his hips begin to subtly buck up into yours, his movements instinctual and desperate. The sensation of his hardening length grinding against your pussy only turns you on more, and you find the ache between your legs growing more intense by the second.

The sensation of his lips and tongue against your sensitive skin feels so good, so achingly right, that you can't help but moan softly, arching your back, pressing your body closer to his. Jungwon's eyes flutter open at the sound, his gaze locking with yours.

The sound pulls Jungwon out of his trance, and he realizes that he's been grinding against you. His eyes widen in panic.

"I-I'm so sorry," he stammers, his voice coming out in a whiny, desperate tone, his hands trembling against your skin. "I didn't mean to—I got carried away..."

Despite his apologies, his hips continue their subtle movements, his body betraying his apology, unable to control his virgin body. He looks up at you with glossed-over eyes, his expression pleading for forgiveness even as his movements grow more desperate.

It's adorable, and you'd love to bask in his desperation and the sensation of his bugle rubbing on your cunt all day, but it's time to move on to the next step. 

Gently, you reach down to grasp the hem of Jungwon's pajama pants, looking up at him, and he hesitates before lifting his hips to allow you to, slowly easing them down his legs until he's left in nothing but his dark grey hoodie and boxers, his erection tenting the fabric of his underwear.

Jungwon's cheeks flush with embarrassment, his gaze dropping to avoid your eyes as he tries to discreetly adjust himself, tugging at the hem of his hoodie, trying to cover his arousal.

Meanwhile, you continue to undress yourself, slipping off your baby pink silk pajama shorts with practiced ease, revealing your panties. You catch Jungwon stealing glances at you; his breath comes in shallow gasps as he watches you undress and takes in every inch of your exposed skin.

"Like what you see?" You tease, crawling languidly back onto the bed. "You're quite the starer, huh?"

He gulps, his eyes following your every movement. "Sorry," he mumbles, "I just... I can't help it."

You smile warmly at him, reaching out to cup his cheek. "It's okay to want me, Jungwon," you whisper, sending a shiver of anticipation down his spine. "I want you too."

You guide Jungwon back onto the bed, gently pushing him to lie beside you. His eyes are filled with wonder and adoration as he gazes at you, his heart racing with anticipation and nervousness.

Leaning close, you whisper into his ear, your voice a soft, seductive murmur. "Do you want to finger me, Jungwon? Fill me up with your fingers?"

At your words, Jungwon's breath hitches, and he is completely overwhelmed by the idea, his mind racing with nervousness. "I don't know what to do," he worries, his voice filled with uncertainty. What if I mess up?"

You smile reassuringly, running your fingers through his hair soothingly. "You won't mess up, Jungwon," you reassure him, your voice filled with confidence. "Just follow my lead."

With a gentle nudge, you guide Jungwon to kneel between your legs as you lay back on the bed. He's nervous, his hands trembling slightly as he looks down at you, unsure what to do next.

"Take my panties off," you instruct him, your voice a soft command. 

Cautiously, Jungwon reaches down to slide your panties off, his movements slow and careful. He's mesmerized by the sight of you laid out before him, legs spread. His breath catches in his throat as he takes in every detail of your pretty little pussy. 

His hands remain on your hips as he hovers nervously over your body, his hands trembling with anticipation and uncertainty, so you guide his movements once again with gentle encouragement. You take his hand and lead his fingers to your clit, showing him how to rub it in slow, circular motions.

"Like this," you whisper, your voice laced with pleasure and relief as his fingers soak up your wetness, tracing along your puffy folds. "That feels so good, Jungwon."

He watches you intently, his mouth slightly agape in awe as he can't take his eyes away from his hands touching you. Your guidance gives him the courage to continue, and his touch becomes more sure and deliberate with each passing moment.

"Good, Jungwon," you whisper, your voice filled with encouragement. "You're doing amazing. Keep going."

His eyes are locked on yours, seeking approval and guidance as he continues to explore your body.

"Are you ready to put your fingers in, Jungwon?" you ask softly, your voice tinged with anticipation.

He nods dazedly, his breath catching in his throat as he positions a finger at your entrance and slowly pushes it inside you. A soft moan escapes his lips as if he's experiencing the sensation himself.

"That's it, Jungwon," you encourage him, your voice filled with pleasure. "Keep going.."

As he follows your instructions, his fingers move in slow, deep thrusts. He looks up at you for reassurance, his eyes searching yours for guidance. 

"Does that feel good?" he asks softly, his eyes searching yours for approval. You let out a soft moan of approval, your back arching slightly as you savor his finger filling you. 

So Jungwon added another, and the stretch and fullness felt delicious. His movements are still cautious, but with each thrust, he grows more confident, finding a rhythm that drives you wild.

You moan softly, your hips instinctively rocking against his hand as he works his fingers inside you. He gets a little light-headed at the tightness and wetness surrounding his fingers, whimpering softly at the intoxicating feeling. 

But then, you notice something. Jungwon's free hand is discreetly palming himself, his arousal evident in the way he's whimpering and whining with each movement of his fingers inside you.

 "Are you feeling needy, baby?" you giggle through moans, teasing him gently.

Jungwon's ears flush red with embarrassment as he nods, unable to deny the truth. "I-I can't help it," he admits, his voice filled with need. "You're– you're so–"

You croon at Jungwon's confession, finding his desperation and eagerness to please you utterly adorable. With a soft smile, you take his hand out from your heat, holding it gently as you pull him forward to hover over you.

Jungwon's eyes widen in surprise and flustered excitement at the sudden change in position. He looks down at you, his gaze filled with awe and desire, his heart racing with anticipation.

Your hands trail down his hoodie-covered waist, fingers running along the waistband of his boxers. Jungwon's breath catches in his throat as he watches your movements, his gaze flickering between your hands and your eyes. He's entranced, his heart pounding as he waits for your next move.

"Do you want to fuck me now, Wonnie?" you whisper, your voice laced with teasing invitation.

Jungwon loses it at your words, his eyes widening even further as his cheeks flush crimson. His breath comes out in ragged gasps, his heart pounding in his chest as he looks at you with a mixture of desire and disbelief, nodding frantically.

Slowly, you free his throbbing erection from his boxers. He groans softly in relief, his hips instinctively moving forward in search of more friction.

As guide his cock to your entrance, you notice his hand shaking in yours. 

You coo at him softly, your voice filled with reassurance and affection.

"Why are you shaking, love?" you murmur, brushing your thumb gently over his hand. "Don't be nervous. It's just me, hm?"

Jungwon nods, his eyes wide with a mixture of excitement and nervousness. With your guidance, he positions himself, his cock poised at your entrance. And with a gentle push, he enters you all at once, not knowing he was supposed to ease his way in.

But it's okay; the suddenness of his entry overwhelms him, too, and he could use the moment to adjust to the feeling himself. 

As soon as he feels you surrounding him, his eyes shut tight, and he lets out an awfully cute noise, a mix between a moan and a whine.

"Oh god," he croaks, his voice strained and squeaky. "Fuck..."

His whole body is shaking with overstimulation, his arms shaking as he holds himself up on his elbows, his face buried in the crook of your neck. 

He's whining softly, his words coming out in a breathless rush as he struggles to find his bearings in the overwhelming pleasure.

"You're so– so warm," he gasps, his breath coming in short pants. "You feel so good... I-I can't..."

His words come out in a breathless rush, his mind clouded with desire as he struggles to process everything. He's unable to move, his whole body shaking as if on the brink of collapse from the sheer pleasure of being buried inside you.

You find his rambling utterly endearing, a smile playing on your lips as you lift his face from the crook of your neck to meet your gaze. You cup his cheek gently, your eyes locking with his as you reassure him.

"You feel good too, Jungwon," you whisper, your voice filled with sincerity and affection.

His hips instinctively twitch at your words, a surge of arousal coursing through him. He apologizes profusely, which seems habitual, his voice filled with embarrassment and nerves.

"I'm sorry," he stammers, his cheeks flushed with embarrassment. 

You giggle softly, cutting off his apologies with a gentle kiss. "It's okay," you murmur against his lips. "Keep going."

So Jungwon tries to start thrusting; his movements are indeed inexperienced–short and shallow. But nonetheless, it still feels good. The feeling of his cock stretching you out is pleasurable enough to make up for it. 

Meanwhile, Jungwon is completely overstimulated, his virgin senses overwhelmed by the tiny bit of stimulation he's receiving. He whines nonsensically, his words a jumbled mix of pleasure and adoration.

"Oh god, it feels so good," he mumbles, his voice breathless and filled with need. "I-I… just... please..."

You smile up at him, brushing your fingers through his hair as you guide him through the motions. "Just focus on what feels good for you, okay?"

"No, I wanna make you feel good, too," he insists, his voice filled with sincerity and determination.

Your heart swells with affection for him, touched by his selflessness and eagerness to please you. "You are, baby," you reassure him, your voice soft with affection. "Thank you so much for making me feel so good. You're doing so well."

His desperate nod and continued efforts to get the hang of things only endear him to you more. 

As Jungwon continues to thrust, his movements become more desperate and erratic, and you notice him starting to get overstimulated. His whimpers grow more frantic, his body trembling with the intensity of the sensations, his movements stuttering to a halt. He ducks his head into your neck, whimpering softly as he confesses.

"It's... it's too much," he gasps, his voice filled with desperation. "I can't... I can't do it anymore. Please... help me."

Your heart aches for him, seeing how overwhelmed he is. So, with gentle care, you roll him over, shifting so that you're now sitting on his lap, your hands resting on his chest as you gaze down at him with tender affection. His eyes widen in surprise at the change in position, his breath coming in short gasps as he looks up at you with a mix of desire and gratitude.

You run your hands through his hair, brushing away the sweat-dampened strands from his forehead. "Shh, it's okay," you coo soothingly as you look down at him with loving concern. "You've done so well, love. Let me take care of you now."

Jungwon nods weakly, his body still trembling with the remnants of overstimulation. But as you lean in to kiss his lips softly, he melts into your touch, his hands finding their way to your hips, holding you close.

As you lower yourself onto him, taking him deep inside you, you feel him reach parts of you he hadn't been able to reach earlier, being prodded at, pushing pleasured sighs out of you.

Each movement sends pleasure coursing through both of you. Jungwon thrashes beneath you, his moans and whines desperate and needy–oh, so sensitive.

You feel the heat pooling in your stomach, pleasure building with each thrust, each gasp, each whimper that escapes Jungwon's lips. And he's soon confessing, "I-I'm close, fuck– oh my god, please!"

Feeling the same urgency and pleasure, you respond with a breathless admission, "I am too, baby."

You pull off of him, positioning yourself to grind your wet cunt and sensitive clit against his cock. Jungwon's hips buck uncontrollably, his body trembling with the intensity of all the sensations. And he comes so prettily all over his charcoal hoodie, the wet noises of his release lubing up the grind of your pussy getting louder, fueling his overstimulation.

Not long after, the overwhelming sensations also push you over the edge. Your body arches with pleasure as you come on Jungwon's cock, the waves crashing over you the hardest you've felt in months. And Jungwon shook beneath you, muttering whiny thanks and 'I love you's as he caught his breath, dopamine rushing through his veins, overjoyed that his first time was with you. 

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I love cute little first time fics like this so muchhhhh thanks for the request <3

[femdomlieeh]

Crown (m)

Sub!Heeseung (ENHYPEN) x Dom!F!Reader

WC—5.8 ✧ k

WARNING—bathtub sex ✧ role-play (lovers/ gf & bf) ✧ blindfolding (m) ✧ stripping (m) ✧ unprotected sex (be safe yall!) ✧ piv ✧ light S&M ✧ dacryphilia (m) ✧ body worship (m) ✧ nipple play (m!r) ✧ light spanking (m!r) ✧ breath play (m!r) ✧ lingerie (f) ✧ teasing (m!r) ✧ thigh kink ✧ tattoo kink (?) ✧ brief begging ✧ biting (m!r) ✧ praise (f!g) ✧ marking (f!g) ✧ pet names (mami, prince, baby)

THEMES—smut ✧ best friend au ✧ fwb for one night agreement ✧ a little angsty

NOW PLAYING—imagine ✧ Ariana Grande

A/N. This is actually my favourite smut I’ve posted so far so I hope you enjoy!

Old Seungwoo version

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Valentine’s Day.

The happiest day of the year for couples.

Couples could finally do PDA and have people cooing at them in either cuteness or jealousy, but never disgust because PDA was allowed on Valentine's Day.

People could finally have an excuse to do something special for someone, like making a grand romantic gesture or even proposing.

It was supposed to be that way, right?

I was going to have a corny day together with my boyfriend of three years, Yeonjun. Every single detail all the way from the restaurant to the hotel room had been thought out by me, because – not only am I romantic – I always like to be prepared.

Not to sound cocky or to flatter myself, but the plan was so good even I was impressed with it.

Except not everything went to plan.

My lover decided to break up with me one month before the awaited day. One month before Valentine's Day! Only two weeks into the new year! He had "grown out of love" as he'd said. Guess one of his New Year's resolutions was to break up with me.

My parents had met him and accepted him — which said a lot, since they've always had high standards and never liked any of my previous lovers — so it was safe to say that I felt lost.

For two weeks I'd avoided contact with my family, so I wouldn't have to tell them the news yet because I was embarrassed, I was single right in time for the day of love. The only person who knew, other than me and Yeonjun, was my best friend Heeseung.

Since the moment I told him, he made it his daily routine to come to my place with open arms and a warm embrace. I never cried in front of anyone but him. It isn't weak to shed tears, in fact shedding tears takes a lot of strength, I simply don't feel comfortable showing myself vulnerable to others, and especially not after being hurt by someone I trusted.

With Heeseung, it was different, however. We've known each other for so many years and we know most of each other's secrets already. I know that when I cry in front of him it's without being judged and he knows the same goes for him.

One day when he, like normally, went to my place, his smile was abnormal. It was fake. I knew it was fake. After all these years of knowing him, I could distinguish his fake smiles from his true ones faster than Eminem can rap.

Being the caring best friend I am, I asked him what had happened. At that, he broke down and let go of the fooling smile; he can never lie to me for more than a few seconds. His girlfriend, Karina, had broken up with him. Honestly speaking, it was understandable why she wanted to break up with him: 1. He spent too much time with me, 2. He never told her about his thoughts or what bothered him, 3. He didn't treat her like the queen everyone knows she is

Heeseung was mature and didn't beg her for a second chance because he knew she deserved someone better; someone who not only knew she deserved to be treated like a queen but treated her like it. But no matter how mature he was, it didn't make the pain smaller on his part. He was disappointed in himself for ever being in a relationship where he didn't treat his lover right.

And so it was my turn to comfort him. For a couple of days, I had opened arms and a warm embrace for him to find comfort in until he had calmed down.

Impulsively, we went to a tattoo shop and got him a tattoo. It wasn't the I'm-heartbroken-and-need-a-tattoo-to-look-good tattoo, it was the I-need-some-inspiration-in-this-dark-place tattoo. After brainstorming for a long ten minutes, he got the best idea. Don't lock me up, in italics right under his collarbone, above his heart to remind himself to not lock up his feelings.

He had been in great pain for the quarter of time it took to do the tattoo, but he didn't seem to mind... Judging by the way he was biting his lower lip, he was holding in a pained whine, seemingly trying to impress me by handling the pain. When the torture finally had come to an end, the final product made him smile truly – although that part of his body had to be covered with plastic and some tape whenever he so much as wanted to shower.

A week away from Valentine's Day, Heeseung and I made a pact; the kind of pact we never would have planned to have with each other. During the holiday we'd do all the cheesy things we had planned to do to our now-ex-lovers – but the most crucial parts was that A) the other person wouldn't judge and B) next day all of it would be forgotten. Wow. We had grown so dependent on each other's care that we made the kind of pact we never would have planned to have with each other...

It was probably stupid to do such a thing with a best friend of so many years, but it was also the 'healthiest' thing to do for us two. Although I, at this point, had convinced Heeseung that I was over Yeonjun, I still hadn't convinced myself. And the same went for Heeseung; he had convinced me that he was over Karina, but not himself.

My plan for Valentine's Day was sublime and if I didn't go through with it, I would regret it — and, damn, I couldn't wait a whole year for the next opportunity (if I even would get the opportunity)!

And that explains this. Us standing. A week later. On a romantic rooftop. Dressed nicely. Smiling awkwardly at each other. On Valentine's Day.

"Since you're my boyfriend tonight, let's go down to the room I rented, shall we?"

"This feels weird," he giggled lightly.

"Play along!" I held out my hand for him to hold and flashed him a smile. He reciprocated my smile and took my hand, following my lead down the stairs to our hotel room; the room I had booked for me and Yeonjun.

Our hands were sweating. It wasn't the first time Heeseung and I held hands, but it was the first time we ever did something like this together; something normal best friends don't do. The affection we've displayed to each other throughout the years had been mostly words and hugs and sometimes cuddles. But now...we were going to show affection in ways we've only done to lovers.

I held out the black card key in front of the sensor above the golden knob but retracted it before the door unlocked.

"If you want to turn back, now is the time to do so. I don't want to go through with this if you don't want to," I said and looked at him.

His eyes told me that it was OK, but I needed his consent to be sure he was OK.

"I want to do this, don't worry," he smiled a little as his heart pounded.

Without breaking eye contact, I put the card in front of the sensor again and waited a few microseconds for it to unlock. I turned the knob and opened the door to the pact.

"After you," I gestured him to enter the room.

"Why thank you," he blushed and hurried inside so I wouldn't catch a glimpse of his flustered state.

But I did.

And I smiled when I saw it.

The room was big and open. Simple, but just perfect. Knowing me and my cheesy nature, Heeseung had expected perhaps some rose petals on the bed or a few scented candles by the bed but, to his surprise, he saw none of that.

I pushed him down onto the soft bed with silk sheets, distracting him for the real surprise, and sat beside him.

"Before we do anything, we need safe words."

"Safe words?" he inquired and raised a brow unknowingly.

"A word to say in case anyone goes overboard or passes the limits," I explained shortly.

"Alright, mine is apple."

"Why apple though?" I giggled at his randomness.

"I ate an apple today." (It was true, he'd had a green apple because he once read that green apples make your breath smell better.)

"If you're going for a fruit I am too. My safe word is peach."

"Why peach?" he raised his brow at me stealing his fruit idea.

"Your peach looks really good in those pants, so it was the first thing I thought of," I replied and laughed at his flustered self.

He knew he had a plump peach.

It was just embarrassing hearing it from me since I, as his best friend, am supposed to not acknowledge how incredibly handsome he is – and especially when it comes to body parts such as peaches!

I put my hand on his thigh to get his attention away from the embarrassment.

"Tonight, I'm not your best friend anymore, Prince," I said with a newfound tone that sent shivers down Heeseung's spine.

I neared him and whispered in his ear, "Tonight, I'm your Mami."

He gulped. I had always been a very dominant person in everything I did, so he expected nothing less than that in bed — but the foreign titles took him by surprise. But it made sense for me to use titles in bed, because I was classy like that.

"What's your safe word?" I asked to make sure he knows he can use it whenever he wants to. After all I didn't know what was out of his comfort-zone.

"Apple."

"If you feel uncomfortable you know you need to say that word, understood?"

"Yes, Mami," he answered, a blush creeping up his neck to his cheeks.

With his green light I continued, "Good boy."

At the praise, his cheeks matched the floating rose petals. I loved how responsive he was already. Before tonight I wasn't sure what kind of partner he would be but finding out what he likes step by step excites me – more than I thought finding out my best friend's kinks would excite me. I want to know everything. What turns him on, what makes him scream, what makes him cry; everything.

"My best friend's into praise, hm. Who would have thought?" I teased and squeezed his thigh lightly.

"I'm not your best friend anymore, Mami. I'm Prince, right?"

I looked into his eyes and saw something I'd never seen in them before. Was it lust? Was it something else? How could I be sure of what it was if I hadn't seen him like this before?

"Indeed, you are, Prince," I smiled, slowly feeling my hand up his thick, muscular thigh.

He followed my hand's path with his gaze and bit his lip like back in the tattoo shop. Was he holding in a moan, perhaps? When my hand was at the top, soon on his V-line, I heard how his breathing grew louder and more unsteady.

He seemed to enjoy his thighs being touched.

I noticed how his pants were forming a tent in the prince area, and smirked. To tease him, I let go of his thigh and walked up to the door to the bathroom. He tensed. Maybe he wanted me to touch him some more?

"After you, Prince," I said and opened the door for him.

Once again that stereotype-breaking gesture had him blushing ferociously.

He went into the new room, not expecting much other than grabbing a condom. But when the sight he was met by was nowhere near what he expected, yet it didn't shock him one bit. A large bathtub filled with atypical pink water and typical red rose petals floating on the surface.

He chuckled, "As expected, my best friend is a cheesy person."

"I'm not your best friend anymore, Prince. I'm your Mami, right?" I asked with a confident smirk.

"Y-Yes," he stuttered and turned away from me so he could avoid my powerful gaze.

"Yes what?" I pushed a little to see how comfortable he was with the title.

"Yes, I'm Mami's Prince," he said under his breath.

I went up behind him and wrapped my arms around his torso, feeling the expensive fabric under my fingertips. "Want to take this off for me?"

"Y-Yes, Mami."

I smiled, "Then give me a little show." He gulped as I sat down on the edge of the tub to get a full view of him. With adrenaline coursing through his body, he let the blazer fall off his shoulders and land on the floor, followed by the ivory dress shirt. As soon as his skin was touched by the air, goosebumps formed, and he flexed his abs. He sure had worked hard to get flex his muscles like this.

Biting my lip, I pointed at his ivy pants, "Take those off too." The way I bit my lip made him feel confident. I didn't bite my lip to prevent honest sounds from falling out like Heeseung did, I bit my lip to prevent myself from ripping the rest of his clothes off. He undid the belt and let the pants pool down around his ankles. Now, in front of me, was he standing in nothing but a pair of black boxers that were fitting all too tight due to those thick thighs and the clearly big erection. He was gulping under my gaze, waiting for me to instruct him on what to do.

"Show me your prince part, Prince." Blushing at the euphemism, he put his fingers under the waistband and pulled his boxers down. He was fit and attractive. Each muscle on his body was visibly hard, including his dick that was high and proud in the air. "You're so handsome, Prince," I praised and watched a small smile break out on his face.

He walked to me with his head down and stood with his tall figure in front of my sitting posture. "Do you want me to touch you, Prince?"

"Yes, please." At that, I put a finger in the middle of his chest and traced it down his abs and to the tip of his dick. He bit his lip again to stop any embarrassing noises from escaping; he wanted to impress me by being good. But I didn't want to give him too much pleasure yet.

"Let's get wet now, shall we? I didn't fill this tub for aesthetics..." He laughed lightly, feeling more at ease at the small joke I made. Listening, he slowly set foot into the tub and tried not to spill so much as a drop of the water. It took him a good half minute to fully settle down since he's so tall and big due to his muscles — but that was good, because it gave me plenty of time to prepare additional surprises for him.

When he averted his attention from the pink water and back to me, he was met by an astonishing, breathtaking, life-changing sight. Me. In lingerie. With a red silk blindfold in hand. This specific lace lingerie was Yeonjun's favorite, so I naturally chose to wear it now – in red to match the theme of the holiday. I felt the most comfortable in it. In this color. In this fabric. Everything made me feel sexy. But the memories of what me and him had done while I was in it brought back a gloominess.

Heeseung didn't know how to react. Did I pick the color red because it was the traditional color of Valentine's Day or because I knew it was his favorite color? For some odd and unknown reason, he hoped for the latter one.

"You look so handsome like this, Prince, but I think you'd look even better in this," I winked and held up the red blindfold. He shuddered. The little piece of fabric was something different. Never had he ever used one in the bedroom — only in fun games with friends, where you had to trust your teammates. Now, however, he was going to put his trust in me.

"What's your safe word?"

"Apple," he answered, "I trust you. You don't need to ask me about it all the time, I'll tell if you need to stop."

"But we've never done this before so I'm scared of it going wrong," I admitted.

"I trust you. Trust me too, Mami."

"As you wish, Prince," I replied.

Once again, I sat down on the edge of the bathtub. I lowered the love blindfold to his face, holding it right above. He was looking at me with those big, curious eyes, filled with anticipation for what was going to happen. How long I was staying still was quickening his heartbeat; he knew I wanted him to be verbal.

"Please," he said, feeling slightly impatient; his heart would jump out his chest any second now. Smiling, I finally put the blindfold on him and tightened it behind his head, making sure it wasn't too tight since I didn't want to ruin his beautiful hair or innocence too much. Oh wait, scratch the last one. I petted his hair, which was equally smooth as the silk around his head. "Does it hurt, Prince?" I asked, referring to the blindfold.

"No, Mami." The silk was smooth against his skin and, although all he could see was darkness, it was magical; all the other senses were heightened. He could hear me breathing and even imagine what I was thinking whilst I was touching him this gently. Maybe I was thinking of how much I loved him as a best friend. Maybe I was thinking of how I'd ruin him. Maybe I was thinking of what to do next.

Slowly I proceeded to his neck. He could feel my presence, through my breaths on his skin, and thus elongated his neck for me — he couldn't see me, but he could sense what I wanted. I began placing small kisses up his neck to his well-defined jaw, while he tried to keep his breathing in control. The kisses were small, yet they made such a big impact on him since his sense of touch was thousands of times greater than normal.

"M-Mami?"

"Yes, Prince," I said between kisses.

"Can I...touch you?"

"Not yet," I smirked and moved further down to his collarbone. I left open-mouthed kisses all over it and stopped to admire his tattoo. Technically I had been the one who had encouraged him to get it. It was so small, but it held so much meaning behind it. My fingers were tracing along the tattoo, soothing Heeseung. He felt calm. He felt at peace. He felt connected to me. When my fingers traced lower and experimentally touched his nipple, he let out a whimper. Bingo.

"Sensitive much?"

He didn't answer, embarrassed.

"I asked you something, Prince," I said with a less kind voice.

"Yes, Mami. I-I'm sensitive, but you already knew that."

It was true. Since the start of our friendship he had showed his vulnerability and sensitivity. He never liked it when I jokingly roasted him, only being into compliments and praises. Praising. I bet he'd be into that.

He whimpered out a 'Mami' when I attached my lips to his nipple. Trying to not shock his body too much, I only gave a quick kitten lick, yet it seemed to affect him a lot when he couldn't hold back a sole whimper. I couldn't tell if it were because of the sensitivity provided by the blindfold or because he had sensitive nipples. Either way, I wanted to test how much I could make him feel.

To give him a little sensation without touching him, I breathed on the wet nipple so he shivered a little at the coldness. He put both of his hands on each edge of the tub to stabilize himself, feeling like he could lose the bare control he had now that I found a weak spot of his. I flattened my tongue and licked against him, making him quiver.

"M-M-Mami," he stuttered breathily. He wasn't trying to call me, nor was he trying to tell me anything — my actions simply lit a part of him that seemed to love my title. He knew exactly how to turn me on and this was the first time we had ever been intimate. It was actually cute how my best friend was so accustomed to both mine and his title. Yeonjun's title, I meant.

I reached my hand under the surface of the water and felt up his thigh. He moaned. Yes. Moaned. At a simple touch. Ashamed of the moan, he let go of one of the edges and brought his hand over his mouth, making him lose a part of his balance. "Don't keep your sounds to yourself, Prince. Give them to me," I ordered.

Smirking against his skin, I started sucking which caused a gasp to erupt at the sudden stimulation. "M-Mami, Mami—" he whimpered loudly. He had tried to keep his noises to himself until now, but although it hurt his pride a little, he liked pleasing me.

How could whimpers sound so beautiful? They were so angelic and graceful, contrary to the scene of sinning. I retracted from him to admire the view. One nipple was red and swollen and the other one was left untouched. Each muscular arm was resting on each edge, trying not to move a millimeter. The blindfold was covering part of his face yet matched with his feverish blush. His mouth was agape, letting the whimpers I loved oh so much out every now and then. I was happy I hadn't gone for the cliché bubble bath, because now that the water was clear I could see his naked body — every part from his beauteously tattooed upper body to his thick stone-hard thighs and dick.

But there was one part of his body that I couldn't see. One part that was magnificent and that I needed to see. "Turn around," I whispered in his ear.

"W-What?"

"Turn around and show me your butt, Prince," I clarified and waited for him to move.

Unsurely, he supported himself on the edges and sat up. Although he couldn't see he could feel, so he had no difficulty turning around and putting his hands on the edge he had been resting his back on until now. He arched his back, adding to the sex appeal that the tub already delivered. Damn, how could an ass be that good-looking? How could—

"C-Can you spank me?" he interrupted me from my thoughts.

Did I even know my best friend? Or did he know me so well that he knew that was exactly what I wanted to do in that moment?

"What do you say, Prince?"

Good boy knew the answer, "Please."

"You'll need to beg a little more than that," I said teasingly, making him swallow yet another piece of his pride.

"Can you, please, please, spank me, Mami? I've been so good until now; don't I deserve it?"

He made a fair point. And he also confirmed my theory of him having a praise kink.

"Yes, you do, Prince. You've been so obedient until now, of course you deserve a little pain."

His cheeks tinted pink. Yes, he did indeed have a praise kink.

Suddenly I spanked him, creating a loud echo of skin-to-skin sound. He jolted forward with a whine, not expecting the hit since he couldn't see me or my hand in the air. His cheeks jiggled and I swore that my ex had never made me this wet before as I felt my wetness drip down my thighs.

"H-Harder, please, Mami."

"Since you're such a good prince for me, of course!" Those words. He loved hearing them. He knew I probably had those thoughts already, since he's aware he's a good boy, but hearing me say them made his heart race. Once again, I hit his skin and made him jolt forward from the harsh touch. Except this time, he moaned out my title louder. He held his head down, adding to the submission.

"M-Mami—"

"You want more, Prince?"

"Yes, plea—"

Spank! Before he even could finish his answer, my hand was back on his cheek again — I had already predicted his answer. Now one of his cheeks had my red handprint on it, matching his blindfold and blush, whilst the other cheek had no mark. And I was going to keep it that way. Asymmetry is beautiful.

His blindfold, nipple and cheek weren't the only things red. The part of his body that needed me the most hadn't gotten any attention yet. His dick's color stood out from most of his body and the way he reacted to small touches could only hint at him needing me to touch it.

"Turn around," I ordered him again.

"W-What— But you haven't—"

"Do you want me to touch your prince part?" I disrupted him.

"Y-Yes."

"Then turn around and show it to me, Prince."

He let go of the tub and turned around in the water, making sure to be comfortable when resting his back against it because he knew he'd stay in that position for a while. He heard how I got into the tub too. The water was rippling, and my feet were touching the tub; he could both feel and hear that I got in. Slowly, as to not drive any water out, I sank down onto his lap and put my hands on the tub on either side of his head. The feeling of my smooth skin on his indicated I had taken off the lingerie. That only meant one thing. I drew closer to him and whispered in his ear a million-dollar question: "Do you want your dick inside me?"

Gulping, he nodded promptly.

"Use your words, Prince," I sang.

He took another gulp before speaking, "Y-Yes, please, Mami."

"Good boy," I praised and watched as his true smile made an appearance like it'd done many times tonight.

Only to form an 'o' and let a long moan out as I sat down and got filled up by his dick deliciously. "Ah~ M-Mami~" The sensitivity of waiting and being blindfolded added with my tightness was what brought out his embarrassingly loud moan.

I needed to get used to the size since he was bigger than my last lover. In the meantime, I decided to get back to his stunning neck and kiss it. He had two prominent birthmarks under his Adam's apple; the left one was higher up and the right one was closer to his collarbone. Since I can remember I had liked them. They were a distinctive feature of his, just like his tattoos. I kissed both birthmarks and started moving up and down slowly on his dick. This wasn't going to be a hard fuck session; this was going to be a slow and soft lovemaking session because he was my prince. For tonight at least.

He sporadically let out moans that ranged from high to low pitched, long to short lasting — all of them were music to my ears — a love song I'd think of every now and then when I didn't have my prince by my side. The sound of the water moving each time I did was the background music. I started marking his neck with beautiful love bites, not hickeys, because these marks were out of love. Love and pride, as I wanted everyone to see that he was mine.

As I sucked harder on his neck, his moans turned into constant whimpers. He didn't know what this feeling was. Never had he ever made love with someone before. Sure, he'd been caring in bed but never had he felt this cared for before. On the other hand, it wasn't my first time. I had done this to Yeonjun every time I wanted him to know how much he meant to me (all the time). But, although this was an illusion me and Heeseung had created, it felt real.

"Ma-Mami, can you go rougher on me? Please?" At that I sunk my teeth into his collarbone, not the one with the tattoo, but the bare one. I didn't want to cover the meaning behind the tattoo, instead I wanted to cover the other part of skin, so I'd be the one who in a way adorned both sides. The friend in me was in his tattoo and the lover in me was in his mark. He bit his lower lip to try to conceal the pathetic whimper, failing while doing so. Sure, he loved being taken care of, but he also loved pain.

My thrusts were slow, yet long lasting, like the memory of this night would be soon. This felt surreal. Our connection. Our love. Our everything. The love bites on his neck and the literal bite mark on his collarbone would be enough proof the next morning when Heeseung would wake up that this night in fact had happened.

He let go of his lower lip and let the whimpers out freely, not caring that it hurt his pride because when you're in love your pride doesn't matter as much as it did before. He was reaching his breaking point and so was I but we both purposely held our orgasms back. We didn't want this to end. We wanted this love to last as long as it possibly could. We knew that the next day we would go back to being best friends; there'd be no more Prince and Mami. We knew that we would be gone like the pink water in this tub would be in the morning. The marks would remain on his neck and shoulder the next morning...but the illusion of love wouldn't.

"A-Are you cumming?" I asked, drunk on love.

"Y-Yes, b-but I can wait." We had already been at it for longer than an hour — even the water was cold — but that wasn't enough. We were both exhausted, both mentally because it was late and physically because of the lovemaking.

"I know you want to cum, Prince," I said, not wanting him to wear himself out.

"C-Can you choke me first, Mami? Please, I've a-always wanted y-you to do that to me," he mumbled.

I didn't answer him, instead I let go of the edge and circled my fingers around his neck. For most people, choking was some kinky shit. But for us, it was romance. I was quite literally holding his life in my hand and he trusted me with it. He trusted me with his whole life, and I didn't let him down. That's a part of love; letting yourself into a vulnerable position, knowing the other person can hurt you, but staying because you have faith in that they would love you instead.

In this moment, he had everything he didn't know he wanted. He felt like he'd arrived in utopia by accident. There was nothing he wanted to change. Nothing. And neither did I. His marks were asymmetrical, but that was in my eyes perfect. I tightened my grip on his neck a little, making him choke out a small whiney moan. At the same time, I felt my core aching and his dick pulsating. We needed to cum. Physically we needed to. But emotionally we didn't want to.

"Let's cum together," I said and let go of his neck

"Please, just a little more," he begged.

"We can't hold back, and you know it," I stated.

"Please, Mami," he cracked his voice. I looked at his face. His face was red, and the blindfold had wet patches. The patches weren't there because of the water splashing on him (I had made sure to not splash any on his face), they were there because they'd gotten out of his eyes. He was crying, not wanting us to come to an end. But we needed to. He wasn't my boyfriend; he was only playing the role of my boyfriend. I treated him as if he were Yeonjun, not Heeseung.

For the first time ever, I kissed him. Not on his body, but on his lips. He returned the kiss with just as much thirst as me. Surrounded by water, yet we thirsted for each other. We needed to savor this before it ran out. I tangled my hands into his soft hair, not caring if I ruined his hair anymore. I didn't care. All I cared about was this moment. For the first time this night, he let go of the tub fully and put his hands on my skin, letting them relish and remember every curve and edge before he'd never get to touch me like this ever again.

I paused the kiss and said for the last time, "Let's cum together."

"Can you take th-the blindfold off first?"

Truth was that he wanted to see me so he could have a visual memory of that one time he made love with his best friend. During all of this, he'd had a blindfold and although he felt that everything was real, he wanted to know for sure he wasn't dreaming. I untied it and threw it away to who-cares-where. He opened his eyes and took in the view of me. I was naked. I was raw. I was vulnerable. I had no layers shrouding any part of me. "I love you," he said, looking into my eyes.

Holding his face in my hands, I said, "I love you too."

And there we reached our climax.

The end.

{One year later}

Valentine's Day.

The happiest day of the year for couples.

I walked into our bedroom and was met by a wonderful view. My real boyfriend was standing in front of our bed. "I missed you so much, Baby," I smiled and kissed his cheek as per usual.

He was clad in only a pair of boxers and nothing else. "I have a little surprise for you."

"Oh really?" I asked, amused, and sat down on the bed as he stood in front of me.

He coughed to clear his throat and looked serious, "I've been keeping a little secret from you for a little while now..."

What did he mean? Had he been reconsidering our relationship? Was I going to relive the same heartbreak as last year?

I must've looked worried, because suddenly he broke out of the serious trance he tried to be in and smiled at me. Slowly he pulled down his underwear to reveal the little surprise.

Right on his V-line.

A tattoo.

Of a little crown.

Because he is my prince.

✦ ੈ ✧ ‧₊˚ * ੈ ✧‧₊˚＊* ੈ ✧ ‧₊˚ * ੈ ✧‧₊˚＊* ✧ ੈ ✧

“Me with no makeup, you in the bathtub

Bubbles and bubbly, ooh

This is a pleasure, feel like we never

Act this regular

(…)

Kiss me and take off your clothes

Imagine a world like that”

—ari

[nyanggk]

MY SHY HUSBAND — s.jy

PART 1 : HAPPY BIRTHDAY MR. SIM!

PAIRING enhypen jake x fem!reader

SYNOPSIS after spending your dinner drunkenly talking and eating with the birthday boy, the alcohol in both your systems make you seem more logical than when you're sober... kinda.

GENRE romance, arranged marriage, smut

WARNING alcohol consumption, profanities, piercings SEXUAL WARNINGS  smut, dubcon, degradation, cockwarming, marking, blow job, hand job, piercing, dom/sub dynamics, loss of virginity, unprotected sex

WC. 5.8k

— tysm for waiting for the continuation of this fic! with that said, this will be the end of this universe T-T just a psa for all my morally sensitive readers out there, both of them are crazy in some other types of way (jake just seems like the crazier one out of the two) also lmk if there are typos, missing, or mispelled words here in the fic so I can fix them ♡

Marrying Jake was never part of the plan, having a civil conversation with him wasn't, drinking, eating, and touching him like this was never even supposed to happen. You loathed Jake, and wanted him out badly so you can take your old life back. Because of him, you're on a lock 24/7, always being watched by your mother. You think it's unfair how she treats Jake with more concern than he's ever shown towards you, but you guessed that's what money does to people.

Though as of late, Jake seems to be finding more and more ways to work his impending charm onto you, making your heart swoon and ache rotten with sugar. Slowly, you've come to welcome the boy with open arms, and inevitably, with open legs.

"Come here, pretty boy." Gesturing for him to come closer with a pat of your hand on the soft mattress. You look at him with a smirk, posture leaned back casually as if you hadn't just exposed Jake's secret agendas.

The nicknames that spill out of your mouth seem to roll off naturally, your soft side slightly showing with each sweet gesture and petname you call him.

Jake takes small, shy steps towards you. You hate having to wait, so when he reaches an arms length, you lean forward, tugging his body swiftly to sit on your lap, making his cheeks bloom red as his mind registers the provocative position you've put yourselves in.

"Why're you being so shy, huh, Jake?" You ask teasingly as you raise an eyebrow at him. "With how loud you were the other night, I'd think you wanted the whole hotel to find out how much of a slut you are."

Placing your hand on his hips, you watch as Jake bites his plump lips in an attempt to contain his whines, closing his eyes along the way in order to conceal how desperate he is just to have you touch him where he needs you most.

"I-I didn’t think I was that… loud." He stutters in a pout. "I didn't mean for you to hear…"

"Oh baby, but you were." You press on, head leaning impossibly close to his, and Jake thinks you're about to kiss him, eyeing your lips in a daze. "You were so fucking loud, puppy. Couldn't sleep with how pretty you were whimpering for just my pillow."

Now, Jake is unable to contain the whine slash whimper that escapes his lips when you press your thumb onto his boner. Amusement fills your face as it twitches under your touch— so much so that you go to press your whole palm against it, wanting to see his reaction, and you're blessed to hear a long dragged out moan from him as a sigh of relief.

"You hear how good you sound, baby?" You ask, continuing to massage his aching cock underneath all those layers of clothing. "Who could resist not fucking themselves to that?"

Jake gasps when he hears your words along with your hand hitting the sweet spot on the tip of his cock. "You… you… put your fingers… inside?" He manages to squeak out, panting through the pleasure as he eyes the way your elegant hands work themselves on him.

You coo, somehow finding his reply to be incredibly adorable due to the way his face breaks into pleasure at the slightest stimulation you apply on his needy body.

"Yeah, Jake. I had them all inside me." You tease, dragging the word "all" to emphasize how aroused you had been, amazingly taking all of your fingers inside just so you can form some sort of simulation as to how Jake's dick would fit inside you.

Continuing your verbal torture, you say, "Got so wet hearing you moan my name, pretty. I couldn't help it. You don't mind, do you?"

Though you already knew the answer, you still wait patiently for Jake to comprehend, and process the meaning behind your words, afterwards smiling with glee at how his face breaks into the most delicious, most desperate expression on earth with his mouth hanging open, and brows crashing together as he imagines the scenario happening just between the hotel walls.

"D-Don't! I-I'd never mind."

"Good boy." You purr, running your free hand through his blonde locks. "Then you wouldn't mind fucking me, would you?"

"N-No! Fuck, No." He screams. "Please do; Fuck me."

Clicking your tongue in amusement at how compliant your husband is, the corner of your mouth rises into a smirk as you conclude, "You are a whore, huh?"

"Yes." He answers in the same desperate voice, making your wetness seep through the fabric of your own underwear as you push Jake's chest back, making him fall softly onto the mattress next to you.

"You're such a whore, Jake. And here everyone thinks you're some sort of pure innocent angel that fell from the sky." You spit out, clicking your tongue at the end. "You're just a little slut for some pussy, aren’t you?"

Jake whines at that, back pressed against the mattress as he watches you in front of him with hooded eyes. "N-No…"

Tilting your head in interest, you ask, "No?"

"'M only like this… with you."

Leaning forward, some of your weight rests against Jake's thigh— including your breasts. He watches as you come close to him, a hint of silver catching his attention when you lick your lips, and Jake concludes right then and there that it's his most favorite part of you.

As you were just about to ask him for his clear consent, Jake takes you by surprise by asking his own question.

"Can you give me a blow job, please?" He timidly yet hurriedly asks, fingers absentmindedly fidgeting with the fabric of your covers as he avoids eye contact, heart feeling too flustered to be asking such a bold question.

The piercing on your tongue is driving him wild, and he doesn't need much material for his mind to run wild with scenarios of the hard metal pressing against parts of his dick. He can only imagine how good it'll feel.

Chuckling in amusement, you ask why. "I want to feel your piercing on my… you know."

"Your dick." You complete for him, laughing at the fact that though he is a whore for how desperate he is to be fucked. Though on the inside, he's just a shy little puppy that's been too good to say such vulgar words. But the idea of no dirty talk and teasing isn't in your book. So, if Jake wants you so badly, he's going to have to adjust to your preferences, and you have no doubt he'll fall deeply in love with the way you talk to him, close to the level that he has with your existence.

"Then if Jake wants my mouth on him, don't you think he should undress himself for me?" You ask, tilting your head to the side, watching the knobs turn inside Jake's head. "Won't you put on a show for me, baby?"

Nodding and agreeing shyly, Jake eagerly sits up and pushes himself off the bed. Now, he's standing, and you're admiring him with your palms pressed onto the mattress as you lean back, waiting for him to start his show.

Though you can clearly tell how tense and awkward he is with the way he's standing, you make no comment nor teasing remarks. Instead, you wait for him patiently to start moving.

Slowly building up the confidence to start his strip show, he skims his hand underneath the thin cloth of his white t-shirt, the outline of his abs slowly peeking the more he raises his palms towards his upper body. His shirt bunches up on his wrist before pushing them off his head, tossing the shirt softly on the ground. His nipples perk up once it's been hit with the cold air in your room, and his stomach clenches when he sees the way you eye up his muscle. You admire every crevice of his tanned skin. You had seen Jake shirtless before, like the time you guys went out to the beach, and you watched him surf without a top on.

But you've never seen his body this close, not in this setting. His waist is small and dainty that you can't wait to wrap your hand around the curve. Jake's chest is broad, and his pecs stick out as a result of him working out. And one of the most attractive things you've come to notice about Jake is his belly button. You have no idea why but something about his protruded muscle captivates you, and you find it incredibly hot.

Jake watches you, unsure if what he's doing is right. Should he be making more slutier moves? What should he be doing? Is he supposed to moan or something? Grind on the air? However, looking at you, and you seeming as if you're in a trance, he doesn't think you even care.

"A-Am I doing it right?" He asks, the desire to receive validation winning over his timidness.

"Yeah, baby." You sigh, hands rubbing on the mattress to hold yourself back from reaching out and touching him. "Doing so good. You look so hot. I wanna taste you already."

Your mouth practically salivates when you see the broadness of his chest, bare and raising and falling heavily. His golden skin shimmers under the light of your room, and his chest swells with glee at your compliment, now feeling even more eager to do better, and fasten his pace since you've expressed how much you want to have him sooner.

When Jake skims his hand across his toned stomach, it flexes in itself and you lose it. Pushing yourself off the bed, you press your body close to him and he welcomes you shyly yet eagerly.

Jake's hands plant themselves on your hips so as to steady himself while he watches the dazed look on your face. Goosebumps arise on his skin when you ghost your fingers across his abs, later on shivering when your fingers rush past his nipples, and sit themselves on his pecs, caressing his muscle in awe.

"Come here, babe." You walk backward, taking your husband with you. Sitting down at the edge of the bed, your fingers push past the rubber of Jake's sweats, ready to pull it down, but not before locking eyes with him from where he's standing in front of you, eyes asking for permission. "Can I?"

Biting his lips, Jake nods, however, that isn't a good enough response for you. You stick your tongue out, provoking Jake by licking him over his pants, right along his length. Your metal piercing presses against his aching cock, making him crumble. Your boy whines, hips uncontrollably bucking into your face before he even realized and he exclaims, "Sorry! I didn't mean to—"

Jake's train of apology gets cut off when you talk, dismissing his reasons because to be fairly honest, you don't give a damn. "It's okay, puppy. No need to be sorry. What you do need to be sorry for though, is the fact that you haven't answered me properly."

While talking, Jake eyes the way your hands start to caress him all over, massaging his toned thighs, to his ass, and then over his boner. "Yes, you can. Please, I can't wait anymore."

"That's a good puppy." You coo, patting his cute ass. "Then finish your show for me quickly, baby."

Jake nods eagerly at what you've said, thumbs going underneath the lining of his underwear to push it down but pauses when he sees you motioning for him to turn around with your pointer finger, smirking at him as you bite your lips.

Although confused, he does what you're telling him to do, Jake takes a few steps back before turning around, showing you the thick curve of his ass, the bottom side of his balls peeking from between his plush skin. When Jake pulls down both the fabric of his sweats and his underwear, you land a mischievous slap against his cheeks, snickering right after when you hear him gasp. Your husband's cheeks burn red, hand shyly going to his behind and massaging his rosy flesh.

"Sorry, puppy. Couldn't help myself." You chuckle before gesturing for him to turn around. However, Jake doesn't. You tug on his thighs, but your puppy doesn't do anything which puts you in concern. "What's wrong, babe?"

Instead of answering you, Jake shakes his head, blonde locks thrashing along with him.

With his back turned to you, you're unable to see his face, leaving you even more concerned.

You stand up to check on him, wrapping your arms around his waist, your chin tucked into his shoulder. "Tell me what's on your mind, Jake."

"N-Nothing." He stutters. Now that you're on him, you realize how much his body has turned hot throughout your whole exchange, so you plant kisses along his skin to soothe your husband's burning temperature and hopefully, his thoughts as well. "J-Just give me a second."

"Why, baby? Tell me what's the matter."

Feeling your breath and lips fanning his skin, Jake shivers, and he's sure that you notice because you start humming, and pressing even longer kisses onto his skin, causing him to get even more worked up. "I can't. It's embarrassing a-and you're gonna make fun of me..." He whines.

"I would never make fun of you, baby." You say it strongly. Jake turns his head towards you with a pointed look as if to contradict your words. Realizing what he's getting at, you chuckle, "Okay okay. Not like that at least. You know I mean well when I tease you, baby."

Jake rolls his eyes at you playfully, bottom lip cutely jutting out. "I know…"

"Then what is it, puppy?"

"I'm just a bit… shy… That's all." He mumbles and you almost didn't catch it. But you do, and hearing his confession made you smirk.

"Aww. My baby's shy?" You tease, playfully. "Lemme see how much."

With your hands priorly placed on Jake's hips, you easily turn him around to face you. Taking him by surprise, Jake's adorable puppy eyes widen, clearly taken back.

Jake is shy. His already flushed cheeks had turned even rosier after he'd finished his small strip show, the red enveloping his neck and the widespread of his well-built chest. Your mouth can't help but actually water at the sight, and your hand moves on its own accord as they slide over its broadness, feeling the burn of his skin.

"Shy about what, pup?" You ask, pretending to be oblivious as you trail your hands downward, dragging your nails across his pelvis which raises goosebumps onto his skin and down to trace the curve of his balls. Your finger traces the space between his testicles before leading them back up to smooth over along his dick, smiling deviously when it twitches.

Jake watches as you sit back down on the mattress, pulling him closer so he can slot his body in between your spreaded legs. Your eyes stay locked with his, and he's suddenly rendered blank. He's in your trance and has no intention of breaking out. He doesn't even notice how your hand started to wander further down south, a surprised yet strangled moan wrecking through his lips when you grab his dick.

No words come out of Jake's lips, only guttural groans, heavy breaths, and pained whimpers as you start moving. "Ahh, you're so shy, baby. So so shy." You tch out, mockingly yet incredibly amused by how a simple slap could make his dick leak so much

Jake tries to reply, though he doesn't even know what he should say. His mouth only hangs open as his eyes stay locked on to the way your hand moves against his pulsing head, just like how he's been yearning for you to do. "Can't talk already, pup?"

"You're— ah!" He starts but gets cut off when you roll the wide surface of your palm along his whole head, afterwards sliding your hand down roughly towards his base. Your husband's dick twitches in mid air as your hand stays rooted which gives him enough leverage to speak. "You're teasing me again."

When you giggle, Jake's heart can't help but swarm with warmth, and it only adds onto his arousal. Adorable yet so hot, rough yet caring. The contrast only makes his head spin. He loves your personality so much. His friends thought he was crazy for going this insane over you from just one meeting, one kiss, but they've never experienced you like he has. One kiss— one stare even, will make even the toughest man fall.

He's wrong for putting you under such circumstances. Forcing his way into your life, and making it so that you can never come out. But you have to realize that he's doing this all because he loves you. He's guilty— that's for sure, but he can only hope that you'd forgive him, that soon enough, his insanity will reach you, and you wouldn't care, not knowing that it already has.

"Can't help it, honey. You're too cute not to." You hum, bringing your lips to press a hard kiss onto the part where his balls and cock connected, sliding your tongue out and pressing the metal bead onto his skin before sliding it upwards in a sensual manner.

Jake lets out the prettiest moan when you do so. His head is thrown back, brows crashed together, and his mouth completely slacked open due to pleasure. A long dragged out moan escapes past his lips when you press your piercing across his slit, the precum sweeping onto your tongue, and coating your piercing with thick white coats.

"Fuck, you taste amazing." You say you continue to swallow traces of Jake's arousal along his thick length, not forgetting to swirl your tongue against the whole surface of his dick.

"Hah," Your husband pants, eyes blown with lust as his chest heaves. Sobbing, he says, "Good! so good."

You hum against his dick as thanks for his compliment, the vibrations causing Jake to whimper, upper body lurching forward when you suddenly take his dick inside your wet mouth. The metal pierced onto your tongue presses against the underside of his dick every time you slide him in and out. Too focused on sucking his dick, you almost miss the way his hands seem to wander around, alternating between gripping his own muscled thighs and his waist, and that was enough for everything to unveil.

"Is it your first time, baby?" You try and make it sound casual, knowing that Jake might be embarrassed about it, though, you don't know why he would as you don't see a reason to.

Honestly, you should've known straight away when he had first crashed his lips against yours. It was so clumsy yet sweet that you can only find it adorable. His hands were awkwardly switching places, touching his own body that you almost started sulking because he wasn't touching you, soon coming to the realization that this must be his first, the new-found information only making your chest swell with pride.

"Y-Yeah…" He mumbles worriedly at you. "Sorry if I won't be too good. I-I'll try my best though! You don't have to worry about me. I pro—"

"Hush, baby." You dismiss, not wanting him to stress about something so irrelevant. You smirk, a teasing grin on your lips. "I think it's hot."

"How is me being a virgin hot?" He asks, poutingly as you've once again found something to tease him about.

"I think it's hot that I'm your first— that I'm the one who's gonna be the seeing you cum." Threading his fingers between yours, you don't comment on the way his palms are sweating, fully knowing that your husband will stress about it. So you root the detail inside your head; the way his palms nervously break out into a damp mess, how his eyes watch you so intently, and how his lips jut out adorably in concentration.

"The only one who's gonna see you cum." You correct, arching an eyebrow at him, and trying to see if he'll oppose, but you only let out an amused chuckle when Jake does nothing but agree.

Too cute, he's too cute.

You guide one of his hands towards the back of your head, telling him to grip onto you as much as he wants while his other hand is planted onto your jaw, fingers grazing your cheek affectionately. It's not when you take his dick back inside your mouth that Jake fully understands why you've put his hand to cup your cheek— besides for the reason that you just wanted to be caressed.

Jake gasps when he feels the hard outline of his dick against the thin skin of your cheek. His hips stutter into you, making you choke on his dick. Your husband starts panicking, apologies flooding his mouth but it gets dismissed when you don’t pull him out. "Fuck! Sorry." was all he could blurt out before sliding your mouth on his dick.

His veiny hands stay planted against your cheek, feeling the way your skin rises due to his dick pressing against it while his fingers form knots with the strands of your hair. After the small incident, Jake doesn't dare move, not wanting to accidentally make you choke again, and though you want him to be free to do whatever he wants, you have to admit that it was hard to take him all in.

When you pull away, webs of your saliva connect themselves onto Jake's cock as if to tell you that it doesn't want to part. However, your husband is only human and a virgin at that. The signs of his climax were slowly approaching, and you don't think he'd be boastful of cumming so early without feeling your pussy on his first time.

"Come, baby. I think it's time you fill me up." You tut, tugging his hand, and guiding him to stand behind you, both your knees digging into the sheets, Quickly, you tear away your clothes as though you had initially intended to give Jake his very own strip show, you were feeling much too impatient.

Looking back, you lock eyes with your dear husband as he watches your naked body in amazement, admiring your curves, and the warmth your supple looking skin exudes. Chuckling, you ask, "You ready?"

"W-Wait!" Jake pauses, eyes looking at you frantically. "W-What about a condom? Shouldn't we be using one?"

"There's no need for a condom, puppy." You say playfully, tapping his chin because you just find him so cute. "What do you say we give my mom what she wants, huh? You wanna give me your babies, Jakey?"

With your dear mother staying true to her horrid title of "Worse and Inconsiderate Mom of the Century," she pitched the idea about you and Jake making a baby. She says that having a grandchild was her biggest dream.

Every time you said no, she would come up with more excuses, telling you that it's your honeymoon, you should be making love. And while you internally threw up, you tell her that you don't even want to be seen in the same room as Jake, let alone be in the same bed as him. Now, you can only bite at your own words because look at you, pussy clenching around itself, begging for your spouse to occupy the unneeded space inside your cunt. Maybe using it to rile Jake up wouldn't be so bad, and maybe— just maybe, having a child with Jake isn't too much either.

At that, Jake whimpers, head falling on your shoulder as he grabs your waist, tugging your body close to his. Your plump ass sandwich his dick, and Jake moans when you slide your ass up against it for him. "You want a baby?" He pants, "With me?"

"Yeah, honey. My puppy would make such a great daddy, don't you think?" You ask him in third person, smirking in amusement when you look back, and see the broken expression, face contorted in pleasure.

Without your guidance, Jake's hips move on his own accord and from time to time, his length slips and slaps against your folds, making your body twitch in itself. He releases an elongated groan when your wetness coats his dick, and all he wants is to be bear inside you.

"Can I?" He asks the same question you did just a while ago, and it does nothing to soothe your erratic heart.

You nod your head to his question, not trusting your own voice and you're thankful that he doesn't push you to be more vocal about it.

No sex has ever made you so nervous. You're careful. You don't want to hurt Jake. In fact, all you want is the opposite. You want him to feel nothing but pleasure the whole time. You want this to last for as long as possible, to stay like this until the sunrise, and the next. You're insatiable. Your mind is still slightly buzzed with alcohol and you have no idea if his is too. All you want is him, his heart, and his body— oblivious to the fact that he's already given it to you from day one.

However, you don't know this, so all you can do is dread the morning, wherein you assume that Jake would most likely realize what the two of you did, and possibly regret everything that happened.

You have no idea where this newfound insecurity came from. You're always so confident and cocky, yet a simple man who's forced to be your husband instantly makes your aura crumble. Jake is so nice and innocent— everything you aren't. Would he regret giving it away to you? Should you stop now before it's too late? You have no idea what the answer to both of those questions are, mind still seeping thinly with booze to comprehend the right thoughts in order to make the right move. So you let yourself slip up again— let the alcohol reign and once again make your own decisions.

Little did you know that this is all Jake could ask for. Nothing in the world can compare to how much he wants to live in this moment— with you taking his first. Unlike you, he doesn't dread the next morning. In actuality, he's looking forward to it.

In his head, there's a picture of the two of you laying on this bed together. Your head is resting on his naked chest while your hand caresses his body with affection. There's no ulterior motive to it— although there could be if you wanted. Just the two of you having a wholesome moment the night after.

Jake is everything nice, but when it comes to you, Jake isn't able to hold still, stopping at nothing just so he can get you. Jake has no regrets, absolutely none. From giving you his virginity down to manipulating his parents to force you into marrying him. The only issue is if you were to find out, but Jake swears he'll take this secret to his grave. You don't need to know such irrelevant details. Jake may have forced you to wed him, but he'll never force you to love him— it's too cruel, he thinks.

Clearing out both your minds, you look at each other. Crazy and Crazier meets, and it's as if the two of you have somehow perfectly molded each other; Jake has made you crazy, and you've made Jake a fiend-like demon who rides on sex.

Jake hugs you from behind, head nestled at the crook of your neck and inhaling your scent. His cock rests between your cheeks before you take the initiative to guide him inside your pussy with no prior prep needed. That's how aroused you are.

When Jake's head pushes past the surface and goes inside your aching core, your boyfriend clutches you in his arms tighter, and you hear him hiss so attractively that your pussy clenches around his sensitive tip. Because of the pleasure, Jake lurches forward, and he would've fallen face first onto the bed if it weren't for you who's in front of him, chivalrously saving him from humiliation.

You pat his thigh in amusement. “Calm down, baby.”

Jake whines. “I can’t. F-Fuck, you feel amazing.” The thought of thrusting isn’t even on his thoughts, mind too preoccupied on coping with the pleasure and withdrawing the desire to cum.

"It's okay, puppy. Take all the time you need."

Jake can't do this any longer because if he does, he's sure that he's going to either end up crying or cumming, maybe even both. A while ago, you teased him, slapped his ass, and called him names, and he loved all of them without any doubt in his mushy mind. Now, you're patting him down and assuring him, sweetly letting him direct the pace. Though it's quite evidently clear who's in charge.

After a few moments pass, you watch Jake's Adam's apple bobs as he takes a huge gulp, swallowing the temptation to bust before nodding his head at you, telling you that he's ready to proceed with things.

"There you go, baby. Doing so well." You purr, palms scratching his jaw.

"A-Am not even doing anything." He laughs out with a breath.

"Still. You're already doing so good for me." Jake watches as you lower your body to press on the mattress, back arched and your ass out. You move forward slightly, arms jutting in front of you as if to stretch, but you're only doing it because you know that the view would drive Jake crazy.

"Can't wait to fully have you, puppy. Feel your dick drag against my pussy, slide on your cock, your cum paint my walls." You list out in a whine.

"Fuck," You hear him sob. His nails dig into the plush skin of your ass to contain his whimpers, and it makes you hiss "Please, move. Need to feel you so bad."

Granting his wish, you slowly move on Jake's dick. You thrust your ass upwards and down, setting slow and calm movements as you wait for him to adjust to the pleasure before building up a steady pace.

It's not long before Jake starts thrusting his hips and burying his dick inside your pussy on his own. He's craving for more by the second, fiending on the wet slaps your pussy makes for him when he thrust his hips— especially when he presses his front against your sunken body on the mattress, and burying it deep inside your mess. When his head hits that sweet mushy spot deep in your pussy, you release a scream in pleasure.

Oblivious, Jake abruptly stops. His eyes snap open, and rushes to check up on you, slipping his dick out hastily in the process. "A-Are you okay? I'm so so sorry. Please, are you—

Instead of hearing you blurt out any noise indicating that he's hurt you, you let out a long drawn out moan at the feeling of his dick leaving your pussy, whining afterwards at the loss. Frowning, you say, "Fuck, Jake. Why'd you do that?"

"Huh? I-I…" He trails off, completely forgetting what he was going to say as his mind renders blank when you poutingly put his dick back inside of yourself, shimmying your ass which shakes him out of his trance.

"Again." You order, looking back at him with a pointed look. "Hit my spot again."

You smirk when you feel his cock twitch inside you, and once he realizes this, he turns to mush, cheeks flaring up with red. Jake bites his lip before nodding, dismissing his initial thought that he had inflicted pain on you when he seemed to have done the opposite.

As if already knowing your body well, he expertly goes back to the same spot he hit, and he releases a moan when you clench around him. Jake releases a string of adorable whimpers as he watches his pelvis collide with your ass, the skin bouncing with each thrust, and he can't help but speed up his movements. When you moan his name, all Jake thinks about is how he can get more words and sounds of praise to come out of your mouth so, he tries to do even better, trying out a different angle, and he's rewarded when he hears your words.

"Jake— Holy shit, baby! How're you so good?!" You scream out, your own body meeting him with each thrust. "You feel so amazing, puppy. Love feeling your dick throb up inside me."

Jake's panting now, mouth hung open to make it easier for him to breathe and let noises of pleasure for you to hear. Despite the loud sound of your skin slapping and the wet noises that coming out from your pussy, Jake listens to all that you're saying, your words only adding more fuel to light up his climax.

"How about you make my tummy swell up too, huh? You gonna keep your promise, and give me your cum, baby?" You pant, hips slamming against his in order to reach your own high.

"Yes! Yeah, I'll give you all my cum! Please take it, please please please…" He continues to beg as if he's forgotten that you were the one who asked for it.

Both your bodies work in order to please the other, wanting nothing more than to hear each other scream out your names in bliss. If it was even possible, Jake's hips seem to pick up their pace, thrusting frantically into you, and slapping against your mound. With his body still pressed against your back, he uses your shoulder as a safe haven, and starts sucking on your skin. His drool dribbles down towards your chest, coating your nipples, and you drag a finger up to collect them on your fingers before dipping your soaked digits between your legs to rub your clit.

"'M so close, Jakey. Will you come with me?" Though your tone is sweet, what you're doing certainly isn't, and it drives Jake past insane.

"Mhm! I wanna cum so bad." He whimpers, eyes squeezing shut. "Please, let me cum."

"Yeah?" With your newfound strength, you sit the both of you up, bodies still connected with each other. While one of your hands is preoccupied with stimulating your clit, the other goes to wrap around Jake's neck, pulling him past your shoulder so your lips can meet. The kiss quickly turns feverish with hunger, your tongue rummaging the inside of his mouth and tracing his tongue with your wet muscle. Jake's arms are wrapped around your middle to help you take his pounding hips. You tug on his bottom lip before releasing it, feeling yourself crumbling against him any second now. "Cum, baby. Come for me."

With your walls hugging Jake's cock so deliciously, the pleasure almost suffocates him. His jaw slacks open, your name spewing out like  a prayer before he's finally driven to the edge.

"Ah! Shit—" And that's all Jake needed to reach his high. His body convulses behind you, twitching due to the intense round of pleasure. Your pussy milks his cock dry, taking in all his cum.

You don't let him pull out yet, mind fuzzy but still determined to keep all of it inside you as it seems that the promised child you jokingly brought up is coming to reality.

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PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE NEED MORE PUPPY JAKE😩😩 he has been on my mind for so longg😔 i just wanna hold him and kiss him and breed him just need him under me so bad. my pretty puppy jake :(

puppy jake<3

sweet puppy who stays home and waits for you all day-even if he's needy and wants you so bad, he's a good boy that waits.

sad puppy who wants nothing more than you to just be with him so he has no choice but to bury his nose into your pillow, fucking himself full with a dildo, imagining it was you inside of him instead of the stupid toy.

good puppy that sits obediently on his knees, panting and waiting for you to get off your phone, on an important phone call he could not care less about. but he’s still good because he’s a polite puppy.

needy puppy that gets impatient, meek whines escaping his throat, face flushing pink. who can’t help but start to hump your leg, his cock all leaky and desperate. pathetic puppy who goes completely dumb when you give him some kind of release, pushing your leg up to aide him in his uncoordinated thrusts. letting him suck on your fingers, drool dripping down his chin as his tongue swirls around your digits, trying so hard not to gag as he takes them down his throat<3

ungrateful puppy who can’t help but whine for more, wanting more of you in him. whether it’s his mouth or his hole it doesn’t matter, he just wants to be close to you so, so bad :(

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꒰ 🖤 ꒱ ┄ ❛ dark academia ；cease control ❜

* pairing: vampire!jay x vampire!afab!reader

* tags: smut, dom/sub dynamics, jay is a bratty sub, established friends with benefits relationship, jay is a pain slut, degradation, exhibitionism, slapping, cock ring, spanking, hard dom reader, hard sub jay, penis in vagina sex, unprotected sex

* synopsis: jumping on jay the first moment you see him in the hallway.

* word count: 4.5k

* a/n: this came out later than expected, super duper sorry about that 🙏🏼 i've been busy with work stuff :3 but i hope you've all been doing well !! pls enjoy this repost 💝 and have the loveliest days ahead

Minding his own business, Jay walks through the empty hallway of the university’s building. He was planning on spending the rest of his evening at his dorm, lazing around, maybe play some games or something but that plan went down the drain when his roommate decided that he wanted to fuck his crush. Not to be bitter, Jay’s happy for him but now what is he supposed to do until 10 pm? He couldn’t just stay there now, could he? Well, honestly he doesn’t really mind but they’d probably do. 

Thus, he ends up just wandering around the university campus with no certain destination. The hallway is empty at this time of day, he sighs to himself. Maybe he could go to a cybercafe? A restaurant? Or even book a hotel room for the night? Occupied in his own thoughts, he doesn’t even notice you making your way towards him until you place your hand on his back.

He flinches a bit, not expecting anyone to be here, but before he could make sense of things, you already have his back against the hallway wall and your lips on his. He was going to push you off him but then he recognises that it’s you, it’s your breathing, it’s your scent, it’s your body — so he relaxes and kisses you back. Placing one hand on your waist and one hand on the back of your head, he pulls you in flush against him, reciprocating the almost overwhelming passion you give him.

Okay- I think I know what I’m doing this evening now, he thinks to himself as you start roughly sucking on his tongue.

You’re feeling very dominant today, he can feel it. He almost moans at it. The way you roughly invaded his mouth with your tongue just proves it. Like a thirsty traveller in the desert, you kiss him as if he’s a pool of water you just found on your journey. It leaves both of you breathless and dizzy. By the time you pull away from him, you start licking his neck and his grip on your shoulders tighten.

Knowing that he has a really sensitive neck, you’re determined to use that to your advantage today. Baring your fangs, you bite down hard on his neck, your fangs breaking through his skin. The pain mixed with pleasure makes his head spin and his knees weak. He hisses and shudders in response as he leans against the wall behind him for support.

Jay’s hands move to your hips — he was going to make you grind against him but you’re one step ahead of him. Pushing your leg against the bulge in his pants, he can’t help but hiss at the feeling. The pressure you’re giving him isn’t enough and he guesses that that’s the point but he can’t help but want more from you. Fuck, he would dry hump your leg right now if only his ego isn’t so huge.

“You’re gonna be my slut today,” you say to him sternly, the tone of your voice making it seem like you’re not leaving him any room for discussions or objections.

Licking his lips, he tries not to let his degradation kink get to him and replies, “Sorry babe, I’m nobody’s slut.”

“Oh? That wasn’t what you said last time though?”

Last time… Remembering the last time you two fucked — which was actually just a few days ago, he feels heat rushing to his ears, cheeks and dick. His dick twitches against your leg and you feel it, he knows you do because you’re looking at him with that same smirk you had on last time.

He doesn’t want to remember it; he doesn’t want to remember how hot it was, he doesn’t want to remember how you dominated the shit out of him, how you made him do all those embarrassing stuff, the way you called him your dirty slut or the fact that he agreed to it, nope, he doesn’t want to remember practically screaming your name when he came or how insanely good it felt — nope, no no no.

A moment of silence stretches on as his thoughts begin to sink in. Closing his eyes tight, he gulps down the saliva inside his mouth. Somehow, the way his neck moves awakens something inside you. It prompts you to wrap your hands around his throat as you whisper in his ear, “So you wanna be a brat and get punished or you wanna be a good boy?”

The answer is obvious. Jay will never go down without a fight, you know this. That’s why you’re not really surprised when he suddenly switches your position. Now it’s you whose back is against the wall. Wasting no time, he slides one of his hands into your pants, rubbing circles on your cunt. His other hand goes to knead one of your boobs, his thumb pressing and rubbing against your nipple. His touch just makes you shiver.

“If anyone’s the slut here, it’s you. You know anyone can walk by right? What if they see you like this? All wet and horny for me.”

You can’t help but laugh. Please, if he thinks you’re not ready for a fight then he’s already losing. It’s always like this with Jay anyway. He tries it — and always so but you always end up winning. He doesn’t learn his lesson, maybe he doesn’t want to. Wrapping your arms around his neck, you pull him closer to you and bite down hard on his neck again. His hands stop moving, he can’t help but shiver and whimper at the dizzying sensation. You don’t let him have enough time to recover — why would you anyway? You quickly do it again, and again, until he starts seeing stars because of you.

His neck is now bright red, full of markings — vampire fangs markings which means they’re gonna last for a while. You start licking his neck to provide some relief for him. Feeling him shudder uncontrollably against you, you take the chance to pin him back against the wall. And it was easy, he can’t fight back, he’s practically defenceless when you do stuff like this. His body is limp against the wall, his eyes shut tight. 

“I said you’re my slut today. Understand?” Your deep tone of voice along with the insult has him weak as hell. With your hand pinning his wrists to the wall, he tries to push back against you but you bite him hard again and his resolve quickly falters.

He doesn’t answer you though, he just keeps quiet as your teeth start biting his shoulder through his shirt. You take notice of that and tell him, “I’ll make you say it, loud and clear.”

That sentence makes him remember the last time, where you made him scream out in pleasure as you degrade him, calling him your fuck toy, your pain slut, a dumb baby. He can feel his dick straining against his jeans as he remembers how hot it was and how good he felt at that time. As your hand starts palming him, he’s unable to hide the moan escaping out of his mouth.

Bringing your lips to his ear, you mock him, “You know anyone can walk by right? What if they see you like this? All hard and horny for me.”

Once again, he tries to free his hands, pushing back against your hand but his push is weak and you didn’t expect that so you end up almost slamming them against the wall. He doesn’t seem to mind though because now he’s intensely staring at you with eyes full of lust and want.

Jay licks his lips, it prompts you to give him a long, heated and dominating kiss. With your leg pressing against his dick, he can’t help but give into you, grinding against your leg as he kisses you back, moaning every so often. When you pull away from him, you’re both staring at each other with dark, hooded eyes.

“What do you want?” Jay finally speaks, his voice husky, his head still a bit dizzy.

But by the tone of his voice, you already know that you had won — at least this time. You don’t know for sure if he won’t act up again so you keep your guard up. Jay’s unpredictable and he doesn’t submit easily but that’s what makes him fun to play with. Giving him a devilish smirk, you pull him with you to the nearest empty room which happens to be a classroom.

After locking the doors, you go to sit at the teacher’s desk. Like an obedient puppy, Jay follows you there. Laying his hands on the desk beside your thighs, he leans into you and says, “Want me to rail you right on this desk?”

A loud smack echoes across the room as your hand makes contact with his face. The sudden action coming from you has him stunned and you quickly use that to your advantage. Tightly gripping his hair, you bring his ear close to your lips and whisper to him in a deep voice, “Kneel.”

It takes him a while to fully absorb the situation into his mind and as he starts to feel the stinging sensation on his cheek, he bites his lip to stop a groan from coming out. You slapped him. You slapped him and he likes it. He likes the pain it brings him. And now he can’t stop himself from thinking about how good it would feel if you’d slap him while he’s inside you. Just imagining his dick inside your wet pussy, hitting your walls and you clenching around him, you slapping him as his dick moves in and out of you. Fuck, his pants are getting really uncomfortable now.

For a moment, he contemplates whether to follow your order or to keep on challenging you. But after seeing the expression on your face, he instantly knows that he probably shouldn’t challenge you anymore if he wants to be able to walk for the next couple of days. So he takes a few steps back and gets down on his knees in front of you, his hands behind his back. The sight of him being obedient like a trained dog just makes you smile. You can’t help the praise from slipping. 

“Good boy.”

His eyes widen confusedly at your praise. It’s not that he doesn’t like praises — he does, but it just feels weird coming from you. You rarely praise him. Especially with such a soft tone.

Clearing your throat, you quickly go back to your stern voice, “Are you finally going to be obedient now?”

He doesn’t say anything and just bites his lip to stop any bratty remarks that are threatening to escape him. A moment of silence goes by and you smile, knowing that you have won yet again, as always. Getting down from the desk, you make your way towards him. You stop right in front of him, bend your knees to meet his gaze and ask him, “You know our safe word right?”

“Black,” he says without hesitation.

“Good.” 

And with that, you pull a special certain toy out from your pocket. His eyes widen when you hold the toy in between you two. “Wanna try it, baby boy?”

The only response he gives is biting his bottom lip. To any stranger, it would seem like he's uninterested but you're not a stranger, no. You know Jay — at least, you know his body, you know how he reacts especially when he's turned on despite only knowing him for like a month. And right now, you can see how his eyes twinkle a bit, how heat rushes to his ears and cheeks, and how his eyes don't leave the toy. 

“Cone on.” You nod at his pants. 

Slowly, he unbuttons his pants and pulls them down along with his underwear. When the cold air hits his erect dick, he lets out a hiss. 

Don't touch it, he tells himself. Don't even pay attention to it.

“As pretty as always, Jay.” 

He doesn't know why but upon hearing those words from you, somehow he suddenly feels nervous; butterflies in his stomach. He's suddenly more aware of his heartbeat, the air in the room, the space between you two and how his dick twitches a bit as your hand starts getting closer to it. 

Don't blush, don't blush, don't blush.

“Aw, your praise kink is showing.” 

He moves his eyes away from you out of embarrassment and in response, you grab his jaw with your free hand, forcing him to look at you. Moving even closer to him, you say, “Here's a new rule. Don't break eye contact.”

A moment of silence goes by before you continue again, “Understand, pretty boy?” 

At first, he just nods slowly but then he feels the toy around the base of his dick — it's a bit cold. It makes him hiss and he almost closes his eyes at the sensation, more so when he feels the toy tightening and closing around him. Since he can’t really break eye contact with you, all he can feel is the cock ring around him — it’s a bit tight but that’s probably because he’s hard.

“How's that? Too tight?” You ask as you look at him.

“It's fine,” he reassures you.

“Tell me if it starts getting numb or if it starts hurting,” you say to him in a serious tone. 

He nods again in understanding and you waste no time in kissing him again. After a few seconds of heated open-mouthed kisses, your tongue roughly enters his mouth to entangle with his. He tries to fight back but his resolve falters when he feels your hand tightly squeezing his dick. As he gasps, you stop kissing him and say, “Let’s have some fun, shall we?”

Your hand goes to your pocket again and this time, you take out a remote controller. Before Jay could even comprehend what it is, you’ve already turned the toy on to the second setting. The intense vibrations start and immediately, he starts shuddering in front of you. You watch as his whole body shakes, especially the lower half of his body, watch as his facial expressions turn red due to pleasure, watch as he gasps and moans while trying to keep his balance. His eyes stay open though which is good. Gently, you lay him down on his back and get on top of him, sitting right on top of his dick to feel the vibrations too. 

“Mmm,” you moan at the vibrations the toy gives you. It stimulates your pussy, makes it tingle, you can already feel yourself getting wet again even though you still have your pants on. 

Yeah, the pants have to go. 

While unbuttoning your pants with one hand, you increase the setting of the toy with your other — it’s now at three; more than enough to get you both off. 

“Y-you… you didn’t- fuck… you didn’t- tell me it- that it… vibrates, fuck,” he says in between gasps and moans. 

Chuckling, you take a moment to look at the man under you. With his ears and cheeks red, sweat on his forehead, half-lidded lustful eyes trying their best to stare back at you, he looks really erotic right now. While unbuttoning his shirt, you reply, “Surprise, slut.”

“I’m not your slut,” he snaps at you.

Rolling your eyes, you pinch his left nipple and he gasps in response. With your pants now pulled down, you grind on his dick, making you both moan at the vibrations. 

“I don’t know, Jay. You seem like a real slut right now. Just look at you, you look fucked up.” You gasp when you feel his dick thrust into your clothed pussy in retaliation. “Okay, since you still wanna be a brat-” 

And then you start biting him again. You repeatedly bite his sensitive neck with your fangs, making him shiver under you. On top of that, you grind continuously against his dick while your hands play with his nipples. Jay feels so stimulated he can barely even think, much less form sentences. The only sounds that come out of his mouth are just gasps, moans and groans. 

“I’m being really nice to you, Jay and you’re idea of paying me back for my kindness is to be a brat and not follow my rules?”

Gasping, Jay squirms under you at your actions and words. It’s getting too much for him; the vibrations, your hands, your mouth, your words, your dominance — he’s gonna cum. Fuck, he’s gonna cum. 

“I’m-” 

“You’re not cumming until you beg me for it just like the slut that you are, understand?”

A whine leaves his mouth as you get off of him and he opens his eyes — fuck, they were closed? 

You turn down the toy vibration setting to number one as Jay just stares at the classroom ceiling, his breathing heavy. The air is heavy too, he can tell that he’s in trouble and what’s worse is that he genuinely feels thrilled about it, he’s looking forward to what you’re gonna do to him, how you’re gonna wreck him and fuck him dumb. He wants it, he wants to be your personal slut because it just feels so good. You make him feel so good.

“Bend over the desk.”

Now that he’s a bit calm, his brattiness comes out again. “Make me,” he says defiantly, not making any move to get up from the floor.

Sighing, you move closer to him and quickly turn him around so that his front body is facing the floor. Getting behind him, you manoeuvre his body so that his ass is in the air and his legs are spread wide open, giving you a full view of his ass. Jay, feeling embarrassed, quickly hides his face in his arms as he groans, “What are you even doing?”

He struggles to hold in a moan as your hands start kneading his ass. 

“You’re lucky I don’t have a dildo with me today,” you say as your finger starts pushing against his hole. He gasps and buries his head deeper into his arms at your movements. “Or else I would’ve really fucked you dumb already.”

A loud smack echoes across the room again, except this time, your hand makes contact with his ass instead of his face. He gasps loudly at the sensation. Although he expected the blow, it still took him by surprise. He bites his lips to prevent a moan from coming out because he knows that you’ll immediately get cocky when you hear it.

And he can’t handle your teasing right now, he just can’t. Not when you’re literally making a mess out of him right now — both figuratively and physically. His head is dizzy, his body isn’t listening to him, his dick is already leaking precum, his mouth is drooling. He might even start crying if you spank him too much.

You repeat your actions and every smack of your hand on his ass makes his dick so hard, he’s practically melting into the floor. By the time you stop, Jay can’t even think anymore, he just feels and right now, everything just feels so fucking good. 

A moment of silence goes by as he calms himself down and you ask him, “You okay?”

“Yeah,” he replies breathlessly.

“Colour?”

“Green, just give me a moment.”

Jay lays down on the floor on his back while you go to sit back down on the desk. Another moment of silence stretches between you two and you eventually ask him, “Do you want me to put the ointment now or later?”

“You have it with you?” He asks, genuinely curious and a bit surprised.

Chuckling, you reply, “Please. I carry it around in my pocket everywhere I go now because you’re such an exhibitionist and a pain slut. Anyway, now or later?”

With a hoarse voice, he says to you, “Later. Now fuck me.”

You laugh in response and tell him, “No.”

Sighing to himself, he starts feeling impatient. Still, he doesn’t say a word to you.

“We can go all evening, Jay. You won’t get to cum unless you beg,” you say.

He wants to ask if you’re joking and he prays to God that the answer is yes, but by the look of your face, he already knows that you’re being dead serious and that there’s no way for him to get out of this — well, not that he actually wants to. It takes him a while but he eventually says it in a really soft voice, so soft that you barely hear him.

“Please fuck me.”

“Can’t hear you,” you say unimpressed.

Sighing, he says it again, louder this time, “Please fuck me.”

Crossing your arms, you raise an eyebrow at him and say, “Come on, you can do better than that.”

Covering his face with his hands to hide his burning cheeks, he takes a deep breath and quickly starts rambling, “Please, please fuck me, I want to be inside you so bad please, I’m so hard it hurts and my cock is leaking, I need you, babe. I’ll be your slut, okay? I’m your personal slut and I’m sorry I was bratty. Just please fuck me. I’m so hard for you. Please?”

Satisfied, you give him a smile, slide down your underwear and go to grab the remote to increase the vibration setting again. After setting it on three, you lower yourself to sit down on his cock. He moans at the feeling of your wet cunt pressing against his dick along with the vibrations the toy gives him. Lowering your head near his ear, you say, “See? That wasn’t so hard now was it?”

Then, you start grinding against his dick. He can’t help the loud moan escaping out of his mouth. Placing your hands on his chest, you grind against him again as you whisper to him, “Want me to fuck you on this cold hard floor? Damn, you’re so fucking dirty, such a slut for me, huh?”

Unable to stop himself, he bucks up into you which only prompts you to push back against him harder. Both of you moan in response as his tip pushes against your core.

“Louder, babe. Let everyone know how much of a slut you are. God, imagine people seeing you like this. Mr bad boy Jay is actually a whore, a pain slut, my pain slut. How does it feel?”

He chokes on his words, “I-It.. feels… so fucking good, please.”

“Yeah? You want to be inside me?”

“Please,” Jay says as he nods in desperation. The feeling of the cold hard floor is doing something to him and his stinging ass against the floor just makes the pleasure and pain feel better.

“Beg, slut.”

Jay’s completely desperate and at your mercy now, he’s willing to do whatever you ask of him as long as his dick gets inside of you. So he starts rambling once again, “Please please please can you please put my cock inside you? I need you so bad, please-”

He can’t help but groan as he feels the familiar smack against his cheek. Thrusting his hips into you, it’s obvious that he likes the slap you just gave him. And if it’s not obvious, he’s already telling you to do it again, “Fuck, slap me again, please.”

So you slap him again since he’s asking nicely, one hand making contact with his cheeks while the other holds onto his cock as you put him inside of you. You slam yourself into him and you both moan at the sensation. It feels a bit painful for you though because you didn’t bother to get ready properly. You can only blame Jay for making you this horny and impatient.

Jay notices it. Of course he does, Jay notices a lot of things. Immediately sensing your slight discomfort, Jay asks you breathlessly, “Fuck, are you okay? I forgot that you didn’t-”

Nodding at him, you cut him off, “It’s fine, don’t worry too much about me.”

And with that, you start moving up and down his cock. Jay can’t stop moaning when you do that. Your every move, your every thrust gets his head spinning and he can’t think properly. All he can do is moan loudly in pleasure. You angle yourself so that he hits a good spot and you moan when he does, the impact sending shivers to your spine. The cock ring helps make the pleasure feel five times better than usual.

You keep going like this, fucking Jay hard into the floor as he just lays there and take it until eventually, you feel him getting close to his orgasm. You know because his hips start moving into you, his movements sloppy like a horny puppy just wanting to rut and his moans reaching a higher pitch than normal.

He moans your name, “I’m so fucking close, please.”

“You know the drill, bitch. Scream my name when you cum, understand?”

Nodding in desperation, he moans a yes loud and clear. As you keep pounding into him, you feel your orgasm coming in too. “Who’s my slut?” You ask him for the last time today.

At this point in time, all Jay can say is just a string of curses, more specifically the word fuck but of course, he never disappoints because he manages to choke out, “Me. I am. I’m your slut. I’m your filthy dirty slut. Please-”

“Louder. Let everybody here know how much of a slut you are for me,” you can’t help but say to him.

“I’m your slut,” he screams loud and clear, not caring if anybody’s walking by, not caring if anybody can actually recognise his voice. He doesn’t care, he just wants to cum because it’s just too much.

You thrust one more time into him and that’s enough to get him off the edge. He screams your name just like the last time — intense and loud. You feel him release his warm load inside you and it gets you cumming too. You moan his name as you come undone and continue moving albeit slowly, to ride the waves of your orgasm.

When you’re both spent, you lie on top of him. You could feel his cum oozing out of your cunt and you feel so glad that you started taking birth control pills several months ago. You both stay like that for a while, until you eventually get up to get the ointment from the pocket of your pants. Because his energy is drained, he just looks as you make your way back towards him.

“Turn around,” you tell him as you start putting some ointment on your hands. He obeys without a word, turning around and showing his bare ass to you.

“Thanks for today,” you continue as you start rubbing the ointment on his sore ass, “You did so well for me, I’m so proud of you. I’m sorry, I was being too rough with you.”

He chuckles at that, “Oh, babe, you know I love rough sex.”

A comfortable silence fills the air and as you continue taking care of him, he tells you in a soft voice, “Thanks. I enjoyed today.”