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[yena-enha]

𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐌𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐁𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 - 𝐏𝐉𝐒

Warning – Graphic depictions of abuse, psychological manipulation, sexual coercion, stalking, confinement, trauma bonding, blood, gun violence, death, and dark themes.

Note – This is a psychological thriller/dark romance depicting an obsessive and abusive relationship. Reader discretion is strongly advised.

Genre – Psychological Thriller, Dark Romance, Angst, Horror

Pairing – Psycho!Jay x Fem!Reader

Song Inspiration – "Sweet Sacrifice" by Evanescence

Word Count – 3,400+ Words

Your heart pounded louder than the quiet patter of your bare feet on the hardwood floor.

The apartment was dark, empty—for once.

You clutched the duffel bag tightly to your chest, careful not to knock over the vase on the console or the stack of books he always left messily by the couch.

You had a window. Just one.

A twenty-minute walk to the bus terminal, two transfers, and then a new life.It was supposed to be simple.

But simplicity didn’t exist when it came to Jay.

Your fingers brushed the door handle.

Then everything went black.

---

You woke up with the taste of iron in your mouth and the cold sting of silk ropes biting into your wrists.

The room swam as you blinked, disoriented.

Candlelight flickered from the kitchen. The rich scent of sandalwood filled the air.

And then—him.

Sitting on the edge of the table, blood staining his knuckles, shirt discarded, chest heaving like he’d run a marathon.

Jay.

He looked at you like he’d found God. And God was bleeding."You’re awake," he murmured. "Finally."

You tried to pull back, but your ankles were bound, too. Panic shot through you like ice."You hit me," you whispered, voice cracked and hoarse.

"You were leaving me."His voice was calm. Like a lullaby. Like a curse.

He stood and walked over, crouching beside you, brushing your cheek with blood-smeared fingers.

You flinched.

"Jay… please. I was scared. I just needed space."He laughed, soft and hollow.

"Space? From me?"You nodded, tears brimming.

Jay tilted his head. "But I gave you everything. My love. My time. My patience.

I let you breathe, baby. I let you live."

"You followed me to work. You read my messages. You put cameras in the apartment. That’s not love, Jay. That’s control."His smile dropped.

For a moment, his face twitched, jaw clenching as he stood to his full height, looming over you.

Then, like a switch, the grin returned."You forgot one thing, baby," he murmured, leaning close. "You belong to me."

---

Three Months Ago

You met Jay in a bookstore.He was charming, quiet. The type who read poetry and didn’t brag about it.

He offered to buy your coffee the second time you bumped into him, and from there it spiraled—quickly.

You remember the butterflies when he showed up outside your work with flowers.

The pride in his voice when he introduced you to his friends. How his hand never left your waist in public, like he was claiming you.

At first, it felt romantic. Like someone finally saw you.But then came the little things.

The time you wore a short skirt to brunch and he went quiet for the whole day, then whispered, "Do you want men to look at you like that?"

The night you stayed late for work and came home to find all your drawers emptied, your clothes tossed on the floor.

He said he was "cleaning." But the way he clutched your phone later that night told a different story.

He cried when you forgave him. Said he just loved you too much.

Another time, you wanted to go out with friends and he looked at you like you'd spat in his food.

"You'd rather be with them than me? After everything?"

And you stayed.

Because he loved you.Because you thought love was supposed to hurt, sometimes.

Until he told you, casually over dinner, that he’d "taken care of" your ex.

You laughed, thinking it was a joke.

You never saw that ex again.

---

"I was going to surprise you tonight," Jay says now, pulling a small velvet box from his back pocket.

"Look."

He opens it.

A ring. Silver, vintage. Your favorite cut."I was going to propose. I even made dinner."You stare at him.

"You were going to propose after knocking me out and tying me up?"

"No," he replies, eyes softening. "I was going to do it before. But you tried to leave."

Tears spill over your cheeks. "Please, Jay. Let me go."He presses the ring into your palm.

"Say yes."

You shake your head.

His smile fades.

Again.

Then comes the rage.

He slams his fist into the wall beside you, the plaster cracking under his fury.

You scream, jerking away."You think you can just walk away from me?!" he roars.

"After everything I’ve done for you?!"

"You’re hurting me!" you sob.

Jay kneels again, panting, eyes wild.Then—tenderness. That horrible, terrifying tenderness.

He cups your face. Kisses your forehead."I’m sorry," he whispers. "I get scared. You make me crazy.

I just… I can’t lose you."You close your eyes, broken.

He presses the ring to your finger."You’re mine. Say it. Say you’re mine."

Silence.

Then,

"I’m yours."

---

You’d come home late from work. Jay had been waiting. He was quiet, that kind of quiet that filled the room like smoke.

"I donated your clothes," he said.

You froze."What?"

"You didn’t need them anymore. None of them fit who you are now." He gestured to your closet, now filled only with things he’d bought,

lace, silk, expensive lingerie that barely covered you."I liked those clothes," you whispered.He smiled.

"You liked them when you thought you were ordinary."

---

Jay rose, walking toward the laundry hamper near the bathroom door.

You barely registered what he was doing until he pulled a pair of your underwear—yesterday’s—from the top of the pile.

He held them delicately, reverently, like they were sacred.

Then he brought them to his face and inhaled.

Your stomach turned. “Jay—what are you doing—”He didn’t answer.

He reached into his boxers, eyes locked on you.

Your face twisted in horror. “Don’t.”He ignored you. In fact, he moaned.

"Look at me," he hissed.

"Look at how fucking gone I am for you."You tried to close your eyes.

"No," he snarled. "Watch."He came into the fabric, gasping your name like a prayer.

Then he crossed the room again, panting, shaking, haunted—and held the ruined fabric up.

"You’re going to wear them.""No—Jay, please—""You don’t get to say no anymore." He grabbed your chin, tilting your head until your eyes met his.

"Because you’re nothing without me. You understand?"You nodded, barely, trembling.

He slid the soiled fabric up your thighs, whispering filth into your ear the whole time.

"This is what love is. This is ours. Say it.""...I'm yours," you breathed, broken."Good girl."

----

Your throat ached from screaming, from crying, from begging

.Jay's thumb still pressed against your palm where the ring had been shoved.

He looked at you like you'd said your vows, like you were already his bride.And maybe you were.

Not by choice. But by design."You don’t get it," he murmured, crawling over your trembling body like a wolf approaching wounded prey.

"You leaving me… it’s like asking me to die."You whimpered when his fingers reached your face, tilting your chin up.

You tried to turn away—he didn't let you."I gave you everything, and you wanted to run?"

"Jay, please—" "You said you're mine." His breath was warm, shaky. "Say it again."You shook your head, eyes brimming.

"I didn’t mean it. I was scared—"His mouth crashed into yours.

Rough. Desperate. Tasting of blood and hunger and grief. You whimpered, pulling back, but his hand gripped your jaw, forcing you still.

He kissed you like he was trying to crawl inside your skin. Like he’d shatter if he didn’t."You’re mine," he panted against your lips. "Say it, baby. You’re mine."

"No—"He pressed his body to yours, hand sliding between your thighs through the thin fabric of your sleep shorts.

The silk ropes still bound your ankles. There was nowhere to go.

And yet—Somewhere inside you, your body betrayed you.

Because fear and familiarity sometimes wore the same skin. Because part of you remembered the early days—how safe he’d once felt.

How soft.

He found that flicker and lit it on fire.

His hand was ruthless, practiced. His other held your face like glass."You’re not leaving me," he growled.

"Not after this. I know your body better than you do. You’ll see. You don’t want freedom, baby. You want me."Tears streamed down your cheeks

. He didn’t stop."You’re gonna come for me," he whispered, fingers relentless. "And when you do—you’re gonna say it. Say you’re mine."

You tried to resist.But your body cracked under pressure, your back arching despite your shame.He saw it. Smirked."Say it."

"N-no—"He pinched your throat just enough to make your next breath hitch."Say it."

"...I’m yours."

"That’s right," he crooned, coaxing your climax with terrifying tenderness. "Say it again.""I’m yours—!" you gasped as it hit, humiliation washing over your body along with your orgasm.

He kissed your tears.Then he pulled away. His hand—slick, triumphant—wiped across his chest."Never run away from me"

---

You wait until he sleeps.His arm is draped over your waist like a shackle. You can feel the rise and fall of his breath against your back.

Carefully, you work at the silk knots with trembling fingers. The ropes slip. Your hands are free.

You hold your breath. Untie your ankles. Slide from under his weight.The floor creaks.

He stirs.You freeze.But he doesn’t wake.

You run.

---

One Week Later

They find you in a gas station bathroom.

Shaking. Hungry. Covered in bruises, both old and new. Your eyes are sunken, your lips cracked, your arms wrapped around your stomach like you're trying to hold yourself together.

You barely register the cashier's scream when she sees you stumble out, blood seeping through your shirt.

You don’t remember collapsing, or the ambulance sirens, or the officer pressing a bottle of water to your lips.

All you remember is his face.You give them his name.They don’t believe you at first.

Jay is respectable. Polished. Untouchable. An entrepreneur. A gentleman.

But when they break down his door, they find the shrine.

Photos. Hundreds. You sleeping. You showering. You crying. You eating.Locks of your hair.

The bloodied shirt from the night you tried to leave.

The ring box. Empty.

They find the cameras.

They find a journal. Page after page of “she’s mine, she’s mine, she’s mine..."They move to arrest him.

You’re there when it happens. You insist.You want to see him caged.

Jay turns toward you as the red and blue lights flash through the window.

He looks calm. Serene."You promised you’d love me forever," he says.

Then he pulls the gun from behind his back.

Before the officers can react, he raises it.

And shoots you.Once—straight through the chest.

You drop. Cold. Numb. Time stops.

You feel the blood in your mouth, thick and metallic.

Then he turns the gun on himself.

"Forever," he whispers.And pulls the trigger.

---

The room is silent, save for the frantic shouts of police.

Two bodies.

One twisted kind of love.And a forever that ends in blood.Your pulse flutters, faint.

You’re not dead. Not yet.

And as the lights dim, as hands press against your chest, as someone screams for backup and the blood pools beneath you—you remember the way he always smiled after hurting you.

And the last thing you think, before it all goes dark, is

He always said love meant bleeding.

Masterlist||Introduction

[yena-enha]

𝐔𝐩𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐞 [𝐈𝐌𝐏]

𝐆𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠/𝐀𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐨𝐨𝐧/𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐦𝐲 𝐘𝐞𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐞𝐬 <𝟑.

𝐀𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐥𝐥 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰, 𝐈'𝐯𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐧 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐨𝐧 𝐌𝐚𝐲 𝟐𝟏 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐝 𝟏𝟗 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐬. 𝐈 𝐚𝐩𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐢𝐳𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐤𝐞𝐞𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐠𝐮𝐲𝐬 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐨𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐬 𝐬𝐨𝐨𝐧, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐈 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐈 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐮𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐮𝐧𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐮𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐲.

𝐈'𝐯𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐛𝐮𝐬𝐲 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐦𝐲 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐈'𝐦 𝐠𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐛𝐮𝐬𝐲 𝐬𝐨𝐨𝐧.

𝐈 𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐠𝐮𝐲𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐝.

𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐦𝐲 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐠𝐨𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐥𝐲 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐚𝐜𝐜𝐞𝐩𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐈'𝐦 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐲.

𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭, 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐈'𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐫𝐲 𝐭𝐨 𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐜 (𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐈'𝐦 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐟 𝐈'𝐥𝐥 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐢𝐭).

𝐀𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐈 𝐚𝐩𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐢𝐳𝐞.

[yena-enha]

Request - 19 in comments by @abcancanc

𝐔𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐥 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐁𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤- 𝐏𝐒𝐇

Warning - Explicit smut, orgasm control, phone-controlled vibrator, degradation, breeding kink, photo-taking during sex, crying, overstimulation, rough sex, praise + possessiveness, consensual power imbalance, creampie, bondage, mild humiliation.

Note - For mature audiences only. Reader discretion is advised. Features intense dom!Sunghoon dynamics and emotional, high-intensity smut.

Genre - Smut, Angst, Possessive Romance

Pairing - Park Sunghoon x Fem!Reader

Song Inspiration - "Until I Found You (Slowed + Reverb)" by Stephen Sanchez (reversed tone)

Word Count - 1,300

Prompt - #84 + #90 + #95 + #100

#84 - When he came untouched just from hearing your moans.

#90 - When he tied a vibrator to you and watched you squirm.

#95 - When he took pictures of you looking ruined.

#100 - When he made you take every drop of his cum and bred you so full.

You hadn’t seen him in three weeks.

Three weeks of aching silence, of pacing the floor at midnight clutching your phone to your chest, of blinking through tears at voice notes that left you breathless. Three weeks of absence that carved something raw and hollow into your chest.

Sunghoon had left on tour with rushed kisses, promises of a quick return, and one last whispered "Be good for me."

But the days crawled. The nights bled.

Every call made your heart stutter. Every missed one left it cracked.

And tonight, he was finally coming home. Or so he said.

But Park Sunghoon never made things easy. Not when it came to you.

---

“Put it on,” his voice rasped through the receiver. Static clung to it, like his need couldn’t wait to cross oceans.

You stared at the small toy on the bed. Sleek. Silent. Wicked.

"What?"

"I said," he growled, the tone dropping lower, tighter, "put it inside. Now."

Your lips parted. Heat surged up your neck.

“You’re not even here—”

“Exactly. I want you ruined before I step through that door.”

You whimpered.

Hands trembling, you obeyed. Sliding the toy inside your already aching core, you gasped. Your walls clung to the toy like they knew what was coming. Like they missed him as much as you did.

“Strap it in. Hands away. Sit on your knees and wait for me.”

His voice turned lethal, low.

“If you touch yourself, I’ll know. And I won’t be nice about it.”

You nodded, throat dry. "Yes, Sunghoon."

The call ended. But the buzzing began.

And it didn’t stop.

---

Twenty-seven minutes.

That’s how long you waited.

Buzzing, pulsing, every second dragging out another silent scream from your lungs. Your eyes were glassy. Your breath hitched. Your thighs shook where you sat like he told you to: back straight, wrists behind your back, knees apart.

You were dripping. The toy was relentless. Your cunt clenched over it like a lifeline, like it could fill the void he left behind.

And then the door creaked open.

Sunghoon stepped in, his jaw tight, eyes blazing the second they landed on you.

“Oh my God, baby.”

His coat hit the floor. Shoes kicked off. Hands in his hair like he couldn’t believe the sight before him.

“You’re shaking.”

You whimpered, blinking up at him with tears in your lashes.

“Sunghoon, I-I can’t—”

“You can.” His voice dropped to velvet steel. “You will."

He didn’t touch you.

Instead, he pulled out his phone.

Click.

Click.

Click.

You gasped. The flash hit your eyes, your fogged-over mind scrambling.

“Sunghoon, don’t—”

“Shh,” he whispered, voice reverent. “Look at you. On your knees. Ruined. Mine."

He zoomed in on your flushed face, parted lips, the soaked mess between your thighs.

“You’re so fucking pretty like this,” he said, almost in awe. “So desperate."

You moaned as the toy pulsed again.

“Please, please let me come,” you sobbed.

“Then come for me. Let go.”

You shattered.

It wasn't a climax. It was annihilation.

Your body convulsed. You screamed, raw and broken. The orgasm hit like lightning. Endless. Tearing. Pure white heat.

And as you screamed his name, he came.

Untouched. Still fully clothed.

His hips bucked. His eyes rolled back. Cum spilled into his boxers. And he smiled.

“Did you—?” you whispered, dazed.

“Yeah,” he murmured. “You’re that powerful, baby. Just your voice made me lose it.”

---

But he wasn’t done.

He lifted you gently, carried you to the bed with arms like iron and lips like silk. He kissed your collarbone, your temple, your wrist.

Then tied your hands to the headboard.

“You thought that was it?” he murmured, eyes dark. “No. Now, I’m going to fill you. Over and over, until you can’t think.”

He stripped you slowly, reverently, until nothing remained but your collar and the tears in your eyes.

Then he spread your legs. Pressed his cock against your soaked folds.

“So wet for me. So fucking ready."

The stretch when he pushed in had your back arching.

He didn’t start slow.

He fucked you like he missed you.

Like he hated the space that ever existed between you.

Every thrust was deep and punishing. His hips slapped against yours. The vibrator buzzed against your clit again, merciless.

You screamed. He moaned.

“You hear that? That sound of you falling apart for me?”

“T-too much—please—”

“No. You can take it. You will."

He grabbed his phone again.

Snapped more photos.

Your ruined expression. Your soaked thighs. His cock disappearing into your trembling cunt.

“You look so fucking good bred out like this,” he growled. “I’m gonna make sure you remember this."

And then he came.

Hard.

With a moan that shook the walls.

Hot cum spilled inside you, thick and endless. He groaned as he watched it drip back out.

He shoved it back in with two fingers.

“Not a drop,” he whispered.

He kissed your lips. Your thighs. Your womb.

“Stay full. Be a good girl and hold every fucking drop."

You nodded, tears streaming.

“Yes, Sunghoon. I’m yours.”

His forehead pressed to yours.

“You were always mine.”

---

He kissed your swollen lips, phone discarded, cum dripping between your thighs, and whispered, “Don’t you ever forget—you were made to be ruined by me.”

Masterlist||Introduction

Tell Me Your Desire|Prompt List|200 Yennies Celebration

[yena-enha]

Request- 18 by anon

𝐈 𝐇𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐘𝐨𝐮 - 𝐏𝐉𝐒

Warning - Angst, Emotional Manipulation, Unrequited Love, Mild Profanity, Mentions of Emotional Dependency

Note - Reader has an on-and-off situationship with Jay; the story explores toxic cycles and self-realization

Genre - Angst, Drama, Emotional Hurt/Comfort (No Comfort Ending)

Pairing - Park Jongseong (Jay) x Fem!Reader

Song Inspiration - I Hate That I Love You by Rihanna ft. Ne-Yo

Word Count - 1.6k

Prompt - #17 - .When he picked someone else over you—again

You didn’t know heartbreak could feel like this.

Like breathing through a straw.

Like watching someone choose everyone but you—with a smile.

It wasn’t the first time.

Jay had a way of making you feel everything and nothing all at once. He would pull you close just to let you go. Say the sweetest things when no one else was listening, only to pretend they meant nothing when the lights came on.

And God, you let him.

Every. Single. Time.

---

You watched from the far end of the party, fingers tightening around your plastic cup, knuckles pale as you forced your face to stay neutral.

Jay was smiling.

At her.

She laughed too loudly. Tossed her hair over her shoulder like it was practiced. Maybe it was. Maybe she knew exactly what kind of eyes he had—how they lit up when he found someone exciting. Temporary.

And for a second, he looked at her like you had only dreamed he’d look at you.

You turned away before the ache in your chest bloomed too violently.

---

Later, you found yourself sitting on the curb outside. The night air was cold, biting at your skin, but you didn’t care. Your throat burned from holding back tears. You stared at the streetlight ahead like it could offer answers, like it could distract you from the ache of being forgotten.

And like always, he came.

“Y/N,” Jay said behind you, voice soft, like he hadn’t just let your heart shatter a little more tonight.

You didn’t turn.

“Why’d you leave?” he asked.

You scoffed. “You know why.”

Silence.

“You looked upset,” he said.

“God, Jay.” You finally turned around. “You really don’t get it, do you?”

His brows furrowed, stepping closer. “Get what?”

“That it hurts.” Your voice cracked. “It hurts to watch you give everyone else pieces of you, while I sit here starving for scraps.”

“I’m not—”

“Yes, you are. You always have.” Your chest heaved as the words spilled. “I’ve been there for you through everything. I’ve watched you fall apart. I’ve patched you up. I’ve been your home, Jay.”

He looked at you like he wanted to say something, but you weren’t done.

“And what do I get? A few late-night texts? A drunk call when you’re lonely? You flirt when it’s convenient and disappear the next morning like none of it meant anything.” Your voice shook now. “You make me feel like I’m losing my mind.”

“Y/N, I never wanted to hurt you.”

“But you did. Over and over.” A tear slipped down your cheek. “And I kept letting you.”

You looked at him through wet lashes, your voice soft and bitter.

“I hate you for that. And I hate myself for loving you anyway.”

Jay looked like he couldn’t breathe.

“You… love me?”

You laughed. Quiet. Hollow. “Of course I do. I always have.”

And it showed—God, it showed.

In the way you always answered his calls.

In the way you smiled like an idiot when he touched you.

In the way you cried every time he picked someone else and you acted like it didn’t hurt.

Jay was silent. The air between you thick with everything he didn’t say.

You shook your head slowly. “I used to think I wasn’t enough. That if I were prettier, louder, easier to love—you’d finally pick me.”

His expression twisted.

“But now I know… it’s not that I wasn’t enough. It’s that you never looked at me like I could be.”

He stepped forward, reaching for your hand. You stepped back.

“Please don’t,” you whispered. “Not when you don’t mean it.”

“I do mean it,” he said, voice desperate now. “I care about you. You’re the most important person in my life.”

“Then why do I feel so disposable?”

The question hung between you, heavy and sharp.

Jay opened his mouth, but the answer never came.

He had none.

Because you were right.

You were disposable to him.

Convenient. Safe. Familiar.

But never chosen.

---

A tear slid down his cheek now too. Maybe from guilt. Maybe from the realization that he finally broke the only person who ever loved him without conditions.

You turned away.

“I don’t hate you, Jay. I just hate who I become around you.”

And it was true.

You hated how small you felt in his world.

How you dimmed your light just to make room for everyone else he wanted.

How you pretended you were okay watching him love people who would never know him like you did.

But most of all, you hated that no matter how much it hurt… you still loved him.

---

“You’re the only person I can be myself around,” he said quietly. “That has to mean something.”

“It did,” you said, finally walking away. “But it’s not enough anymore.”

---

He watched you disappear into the darkness, and for the first time, he felt what it was like to be left behind by someone who would’ve stayed forever—if only he had asked.

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[yena-enha]

50 59 61 and 64 with I.N/Yang Jeongin please?

hi my sweet yennie 🩶

i just wanted to message you personally and say i’m really sorry — i won’t be able to complete your prompt for my “tell me your desire” event 😔 things have gotten super busy on my end and it looks like it’ll stay that way for the next few months. i tried to push through, but i realized i wouldn’t be able to give your idea the love and attention it deserves.

please know it’s not because i didn’t love your request (because i really did — it made me smile so much 🥹), i’m just overwhelmed right now and didn’t want to keep you waiting without a proper explanation.

thank you for trusting me with your idea and for being part of the event in the first place. it genuinely meant a lot to me 🩶 i hope i can make it up to you someday, and that you’re doing okay wherever you are. sending you a soft hug and so much love 🫂

with love, yena 🩶

[yena-enha]

heeseung for 85 + 82 + 88 + 95 please 🤞🏼🤭

hi my sweet yennie 🩶

i just wanted to message you personally and say i’m really sorry — i won’t be able to complete your prompt for my “tell me your desire” event 😔 things have gotten super busy on my end and it looks like it’ll stay that way for the next few months. i tried to push through, but i realized i wouldn’t be able to give your idea the love and attention it deserves.

please know it’s not because i didn’t love your request (because i really did — it made me smile so much 🥹), i’m just overwhelmed right now and didn’t want to keep you waiting without a proper explanation.

thank you for trusting me with your idea and for being part of the event in the first place. it genuinely meant a lot to me 🩶 i hope i can make it up to you someday, and that you’re doing okay wherever you are. sending you a soft hug and so much love 🫂

with love, yena 🩶

[yena-enha]

97, 93, and 94 with Heeseung please? I have no clue if this is sending 😭

hi my sweet yennie 🩶

i just wanted to message you personally and say i’m really sorry — i won’t be able to complete your prompt for my “tell me your desire” event 😔 things have gotten super busy on my end and it looks like it’ll stay that way for the next few months. i tried to push through, but i realized i wouldn’t be able to give your idea the love and attention it deserves.

please know it’s not because i didn’t love your request (because i really did — it made me smile so much 🥹), i’m just overwhelmed right now and didn’t want to keep you waiting without a proper explanation.

thank you for trusting me with your idea and for being part of the event in the first place. it genuinely meant a lot to me 🩶 i hope i can make it up to you someday, and that you’re doing okay wherever you are. sending you a soft hug and so much love 🫂

with love, yena 🩶

[yena-enha]

Hiii, could I please get 81 and 74 please with heeseung? Thank you!

hi my sweet yennie 🩶

i just wanted to message you personally and say i’m really sorry — i won’t be able to complete your prompt for my “tell me your desire” event 😔 things have gotten super busy on my end and it looks like it’ll stay that way for the next few months. i tried to push through, but i realized i wouldn’t be able to give your idea the love and attention it deserves.

please know it’s not because i didn’t love your request (because i really did — it made me smile so much 🥹), i’m just overwhelmed right now and didn’t want to keep you waiting without a proper explanation.

thank you for trusting me with your idea and for being part of the event in the first place. it genuinely meant a lot to me 🩶 i hope i can make it up to you someday, and that you’re doing okay wherever you are. sending you a soft hug and so much love 🫂

with love, yena 🩶

[yena-enha]

Request - 17 by anon

𝐓𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞 𝐎𝐟 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 - 𝐋𝐇𝐒

Warning - Smut, breeding kink, soft domination, unprotected sex, kitchen sex, creampie, possessiveness, emotional intimacy

Note - Consensual and emotionally grounded. Domestic setting enhances the contrast between comfort and intensity.

Genre - Smut, Romance

Pairing - Idol!Heeseung x Fem!Reader

Song Inspiration - Until I Found You by Stephen Sanchez

Word Count - 1.4k

Prompt - #69+#97+#100

#69 - When he whispered “You’re mine” while buried deep inside you.

#97 - When he bent you over the kitchen counter.

#100 - When he made you take every drop of his cum and bred you so full

The kitchen smelled like butter and garlic, the soft simmer of pasta sauce filling the air as you stirred it with half-focused hands. Behind you, Heeseung moved with quiet ease, chopping vegetables with his sleeves rolled up, his oversized shirt tucked loosely into grey sweatpants.

The soft music playing from the Bluetooth speaker made the moment feel warm. Ordinary, yet perfect.

“Babe, pass the pepper?” you asked, turning slightly.

Heeseung didn’t answer right away. He was looking at you—no, drinking you in, like you were something he’d never get enough of.

“What?” you giggled, cheeks warming under his gaze.

“Nothing,” he said with a soft smile, setting down the knife. “Just thinking how good you look standing in my kitchen. In my shirt.”

You tilted your head. “Well, technically, I’m cooking for you. Shouldn’t you be the one looking at me like that?”

He stepped closer, arms slipping around your waist, pulling you flush against his chest. “Doesn’t matter who’s cooking,” he murmured against your neck. “It still feels like home with you here.”

Your breath hitched at the sincerity in his voice, the way his hands traced soft circles on your hips.

“I love you,” you whispered.

“I love you more,” he said, voice lower now. “So much it aches sometimes.”

Then he kissed you—slow and deep, full of everything he couldn’t say out loud. The kiss was sweet at first, but it deepened, hands sliding under the hem of the shirt you wore—his shirt. Fingers gliding over bare skin, leaving goosebumps in their wake.

You gasped when he hoisted you onto the counter with ease, settling between your thighs. The stove was forgotten. The world blurred.

“Hee…” you whispered against his lips, but he just cupped your face and kissed you again, more tender this time.

“I don’t know how this happened,” he murmured, kissing along your jaw. “One second we’re cooking, the next I just… I needed you.”

You nodded, tugging at his waistband, silently begging. “Please.”

Heeseung slipped your panties to the side, rubbing his thumb gently through your slick folds. “So wet already,” he whispered, nuzzling your neck. “Like your body knows I’m the only one who gets to have you like this.”

He pushed in slowly, carefully, inch by inch, stretching you open with quiet gasps escaping both your lips. He kissed your forehead as he bottomed out, staying still, buried to the hilt.

“You okay?” he asked softly.

You nodded. “Feels perfect.”

He started moving—not fast, not rough. Just deep, steady, sensual strokes that left you breathless. His hands gripped your hips with reverence, thumbs brushing your skin like you were the most precious thing in the world.

The sounds in the kitchen changed: soft moans, skin meeting skin, and the gentle rustle of clothes. His forehead rested against yours, sweat collecting at his temple.

“You’re mine,” he whispered against your lips, thrusts slowing as he buried himself deep. “You feel that? This is where I belong.”

You whimpered, walls fluttering around him, drunk on his words and his love. “I’m yours, Hee. I always have been.”

He kissed you again, lips trembling slightly—overwhelmed by emotion, by the way you held onto him like he was your anchor.

“I’m close,” he groaned softly. “Wanna fill you. Want it to stay in you all night.”

“Please, do it,” you whispered. “Make me yours in every way.”

His thrusts grew more languid, but deeper, until he finally gasped your name and spilled inside you, warmth flooding your core. He stayed buried inside, hips trembling as he let you milk every drop.

“Take it,” he breathed. “Take all of me.”

You clung to him, still joined, both panting softly in the golden kitchen light.

Minutes passed before he gently pulled back and kissed your bare thigh.

“Let me clean you up,” he whispered. “And then we’ll eat, okay?”

You nodded, your heart so full it ached. As he fetched a warm towel and helped you off the counter, your body still tingling, you knew something for certain:

With Heeseung, even a kitchen turned into a love story.

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[yena-enha]

Request - 16 by anon

𝐁𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐋𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬 - 𝐊𝐚𝐢 𝐓𝐗𝐓

Warning – Rough sex, degradation, choking (light), breeding kink, spitting, possessiveness, tears, soft aftercare, explicit content (18+)

Note – Consent is established non-verbally; reader discretion advised.

Genre – Smut, PWP, Dominance & Submission

Pairing – Kai x Fem!Reader

Song Inspiration – Blinding Lights by The Weeknd

Word Count – 1,030

Prompt –

#67 – When he asked you to ride him

#74 – When he came home angry and took it out on you—in bed.

#100 – When he made you take every drop of his cum and bred you so full.

Kai slammed the door behind him.

His tie was half-undone, jaw clenched tight, and eyes locked straight on you. You hadn’t even said hello before he was grabbing your waist, walking you backward toward the bedroom with his lips at your neck and his voice dark and low.

“Take it off,” he muttered. “All of it. Now.”

You obeyed, fingers fumbling with your clothes under his intense gaze. He didn’t even remove all his own—just pushed his slacks and boxers down enough to free his cock, already hard, already angry.

“You looked so good in my shirt this morning,” he growled, yanking you onto the bed and pinning your wrists above your head. “But I’ve been thinking about this pussy all damn day.”

You whimpered as he shoved your legs open without hesitation, lining himself up and spitting onto your core before thrusting his fingers inside to stretch you—fast and rough.

“Already so wet for me. Filthy little thing.”

“Kai—” You moaned, breathless.

He slapped your thigh. “Don’t speak unless I say so.”

And then he was inside you, slamming into you so deep and hard your breath left your lungs. His grip was bruising—fists in your hair, lips at your ear.

“You gonna let me breed you tonight?” he whispered, voice dangerously low. “Gonna take it all like a good little cumdump?”

Your answer was a broken moan, your nails digging into his back as he fucked you ruthlessly.

“That’s it. You’re just a tight little hole for me to fill up. That’s all you are right now, baby.”

His hips snapped harder, crueler, forcing you to take every inch without mercy. You cried out, body trembling beneath him.

“You love this, don’t you?” he panted. “Being used. Being filled. Being mine.”

You nodded through the tears spilling from your eyes, too overwhelmed to speak.

“Good girl.” He pulled your hair back to make you look at him. “Now take all of it.”

He didn’t slow down. If anything, he got rougher—gripping your throat gently, just enough to remind you who was in control. His voice cracked with the edge of his climax.

“Gonna knock you up. Fucking claim this body—this womb. Gonna pump you so full you’ll feel me for days.”

And then he came.

A groan ripped from his throat as he buried himself deep, holding you down and grinding his hips while thick ropes of cum flooded into you. You could feel the heat, the stretch, the possessive way he stayed inside.

When he finally collapsed over you, panting hard, his dominance slowly faded into softness.

His fingers brushed your hair out of your face. He kissed your tear-streaked cheeks, whispering, “You did so good for me. So perfect.”

You clung to him weakly, your body sore and spent. He didn’t move, didn’t pull out—just held you close, pressing soft kisses to your jaw, your shoulder, your temple.

“Let me stay in a little longer,” he murmured. “Wanna keep you full.”

You nodded against his chest, and he wrapped his arms around you tighter.

“I’ve got you,” he whispered. “All yours, always.”

And with his arms locked around your waist and his body still nestled inside yours, you drifted off in the warmth of his love.

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[yena-enha]

Request - 15 by anon

𝐘𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐇𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐓𝐨 𝐌𝐞 - 𝐍𝐑𝐊

Warning - Fluff, comfort, implied nudity (non-sexual), emotional vulnerability

Note - This is a soft, heartwarming scene meant to evoke comfort and love in its purest form.

Genre - Fluff, Domestic AU, Slice of Life

Pairing - Ni-ki x Fem!Reader

Song Inspiration - “illicit affairs” (soft piano version) – Taylor Swift

Word Count - 678

Prompt - #41 + #43

#41 - When he softly whispers, “You’re home to me.”

#43 - When he traces your features while you sleep..

Ni-ki loved you—too much, maybe, but that was just how fiercely his heart beat for you. Every little thing you did, every smile you gave, made him fall deeper. And you loved him just the same, a quiet, endless love that wrapped around you both like a warm blanket.

That night, after a long day, he tugged you softly by the hand toward the bedroom. His eyes held a gentle smile, the kind that made your heart skip. Without saying a word, he slipped his oversized t-shirt over your head, the soft fabric brushing against your bare skin, nothing underneath but his warmth waiting.

You settled onto the bed, and Ni-ki eased down beside you, pulling you close so your bodies fit perfectly together. He was in his boxers, warm and steady, his chest rising and falling against yours.

His voice was the softest whisper you’d ever heard, full of promise and love.

“You’re home to me, baby.”

You smiled sleepily, your eyelids heavy. “I love you more, Ki.”

He laughed quietly, the sound like a soothing melody. His hand found your hair, gently tucking strands behind your ear, then settling to stroke your scalp with slow, tender motions. You felt every ounce of his love in those touches.

As your breaths deepened and your body relaxed into sleep, Ni-ki’s fingers traced your features with the gentlest care—the curve of your cheek, the soft line of your lips, the smooth arch of your brow. Each touch was a silent vow, a wordless promise that he was always here.

He pressed soft, feather-light kisses all over your face—forehead, cheeks, the tip of your nose—leaving a trail of warmth and comfort.

“You’re mine,” he whispered, voice thick with emotion.

Nestling closer, he wrapped you tighter in his arms, as if shielding you from every worry in the world. The steady beat of his heart and the softness of his touch cradled you until sleep pulled you under, peaceful and safe in his love.

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[yena-enha]

Request - 14 by anon

𝐁𝐫𝐚𝐭'𝐬 𝐋𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐨𝐧 - 𝐘𝐉𝐖

Warning - Explicit content, spanking, orgasm denial, light BDSM, rough dom!Jungwon, brat!Reader, punishment, crying, aftercare

Note - Reader is a consenting adult. Darker themes of power play are handled with care and aftercare is present.

Genre - Smut, Angst, Dom/Sub, Punishment, Aftercare

Pairing - Dom!Jungwon x Brat!FemReader

Song Inspiration - Control by Halsey

Word Count - 1,180

Prompt

#80 - When he spanked you and made you count.

#89 - When he made you ride his thigh in the car.

You had pushed Jungwon far beyond his limits tonight. That business dinner was supposed to be a formality, a night to blend in with suits and polite smiles. But you? You were a firecracker—flashing that bratty grin, whispering naughty things just loud enough for him to hear, testing his patience with every glance.

When he finally caught your wrist and dragged you out, the sharpness in his eyes told you exactly how serious he was. No more teasing. No more games.

He didn’t hesitate to pull you onto his thigh the moment you were in the car.

“Ride me. Now.” His voice was a growl, thick with command and something darker, possessive.

Your heart hammered in your chest as you straddled him, his large hands gripping your waist with enough pressure to remind you who was in control. The warmth of his body beneath you mixed with the adrenaline surging through your veins, your breath hitching in anticipation.

Every bump in the road sent jolts through you, the press of his thigh firm and unyielding. You knew what was coming, and as much as your mind begged to protest, your body trembled with a desperate craving for it.

When you reached the penthouse, Jungwon didn’t even wait for the engine to shut off before dragging you inside like you were his prize.

He bent you over the edge of the bed without ceremony, his breath hot against your neck.

Then his palm came down—hard.

The sharp crack echoed in the quiet room.

“One.”

A sudden fire bloomed across your skin. Your breath hitched, a sharp gasp tearing from your throat. The sting was electric, raw, making your skin prickle with both shock and hunger.

Before you could recover, his hand slammed down again—harder.

“Two.”

Tears sprang unbidden to your eyes, burning with the sting of each powerful smack. You bit your lip so hard you tasted blood, desperate to hold back the sobs threatening to spill.

“Three.”

Your body shook beneath him, the mixture of pain and pleasure overwhelming. The tears broke free now, trailing hot and silent down your cheeks.

“Four.”

Jungwon’s hand was merciless, each hit sharper than the last, the pain searing through your flesh like a branding iron.

“Five.”

You couldn’t stop the quiet whimper escaping your throat now, the sensation nearly unbearable but so intensely addictive.

“Six.”

The fire in your ass was spreading, burning, a delicious ache that stole your breath and made your heart pound wildly.

“Seven.”

Tears blurred your vision, but you still counted out loud, voice trembling, raw with humiliation and longing.

“Eight.”

Your legs quivered, hips arching involuntarily with the sting, your body betraying the mess of emotions swirling inside.

“Nine.”

Jungwon’s voice was steady, cold but laced with fierce ownership, keeping you grounded in your punishment.

“Ten.”

His hand stilled, then slid down to cup your reddened flesh, his fingers kneading slowly, soothing the fire he’d ignited.

The softness of his touch was a balm against the harshness of his discipline. Your sobs turned into shaky breaths as he continued to massage your aching skin, tracing lazy circles that made the sting melt into a warm, lingering pleasure.

“It’s okay, baby,” he murmured, voice thick with care as he pulled you back to sit on his lap, cradling you close.

You trembled against his chest, tears still slipping free but now mixed with relief and safety.

His thumbs worked over your tender skin, his lips brushing gentle kisses to your temple and neck.

“You’re mine,” he whispered fiercely, the promise in his words wrapping around you like a shield.

And in that moment, broken and breathless, you knew you would never want to be anywhere else but here—in Jungwon’s arms, lost in the perfect balance of pain and tenderness only he could give.

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[yena-enha]

Request - 13 by anon

𝐓𝐨𝐨 𝐏𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐲 𝐓𝐨 𝐌𝐢𝐬𝐬 - 𝐒𝐉𝐘

Warning - Fluff, soft angst, mentions of long distance and emotional vulnerability

Note - Comforting, romantic, and atmospheric

Genre - Slice of life, Romance

Pairing - Jake x Fem!Reader

Song Inspiration - "Nothing New" by Taylor Swift (ft. Phoebe Bridgers)

Word Count - 1.4k

Prompt - #50+#51+#59

#50- When he takes candid pictures of you because you look “too pretty to miss.”

#51- When he stargazes with you and talks about your future.

#59- When he softly says, “I love you,” like a prayer.

The weekend air was rich with the scent of grass and wildflowers, the kind of freshness that only existed after a long day of sunshine.

It clung to your clothes as you lay with Jake on a soft picnic blanket in the middle of the quiet countryside, far from the suffocating buzz of city life.

The sky above had melted into a canvas of midnight blue, scattered with diamonds of stars, winking softly like secrets shared between lovers.

You were in a hoodie—his, oversized and worn-in, sleeves covering your hands, and your legs curled under you as you leaned back on your palms.

Your eyes were trained on the sky, your lashes casting faint shadows on your cheeks under the pale moonlight.

Jake couldn’t stop staring.

Not at the sky.

At you.

You looked ethereal, like you were part of the stars themselves.

The slope of your nose, the soft curve of your lips slightly parted, the way your hair tumbled around your face like a halo—everything about you glowed under the constellations.

He reached slowly for his phone, not wanting to break the magic of the moment. And with a nearly silent click, he captured you.

You blinked, turning to him. “Jake. Did you just—?”

He didn’t even try to hide the sheepish smile on his face. “You’re too pretty to miss. I had to.”

Your breath caught in your throat. The sincerity in his voice wasn’t dramatic or loud, but quiet and absolute—like it was just fact. Like it was gravity.

The corners of your mouth lifted slowly as your heart squeezed in that soft, aching way it always did when he looked at you like this—like you were his entire universe.

Jake scooted closer, stretching out beside you, the heat of his body soothing against the chill of the night air.

His fingers searched for yours, brushing once… twice… before you gave him your hand without a word, letting his thumb trace small, slow circles against your skin.

“I missed this,” you whispered, your eyes still skyward. “Not just this place. This. Us. You.”

Jake let out a breath, one of those deep exhales that sounded like it was releasing weeks of pressure, expectation, and exhaustion.

He was always working—on stage, in studios, across oceans—but tonight, here, he was just Jake. Your Jake.

“I missed you more than I even let myself admit,” he murmured, voice rough around the edges.

The sky stretched infinitely above, filled with burning stars, and yet somehow, nothing felt more infinite than the quiet space between the two of you—brimming with comfort, history, and love left unspoken.

Until now.

Jake turned to you slowly, his voice barely above a whisper.

“I love you.”

It wasn’t loud. It wasn’t grand.

It was gentle.

Soft.

Like a breath between prayers. Like he was confessing it to the stars as much as to you. As if your heart was a sacred place, and he was saying it only after kneeling inside it.

You turned your head to face him, blinking back tears you didn’t realize had risen. His eyes searched yours—not for a response, but to memorize this moment. Every emotion etched across your face.

“I love you too,” you whispered back, fingers tightening around his.

Jake smiled then, the kind that made his eyes crinkle and his nose scrunch just a little. The kind that made you fall for him all over again.

He rolled onto his back, pulling you into the crook of his arm so your head rested on his chest. You could hear the steady beat of his heart beneath your ear, feel the rise and fall of his breaths.

“Do you ever think about our future?” he asked after a while, voice soft.

You hummed. “All the time.”

He smiled into your hair. “I picture us somewhere like this. Quiet. Maybe a cottage. Maybe kids, maybe a dog. You, always you.”

You closed your eyes and smiled.

Somewhere far off, a cricket chirped. The wind rustled the tall grass. And above you, a star shot across the sky—like it was giving its blessing.

And Jake, with you curled into his arms, whispered again, like he couldn’t help it.

“I love you.”

This time, you didn’t respond with words.

You simply kissed his chest and held him tighter—because some prayers didn’t need answers. They just needed to be felt.

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[yena-enha]

Request 12 in comments by @isagistar

𝐒𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐩 𝐒𝐡𝐨𝐰 - 𝐋𝐇𝐒

Warning - Explicit smut, mirror sex, breeding kink, dominance, possessiveness, slight hair pulling, rough sex, language, overstimulation, aftercare

Note - Intended for mature audiences only (18+). Contains intense sexual content and strong kink elements.

Genre - Smut, Erotica, PWP, Slight Romance

Pairing - Idol!Heeseung x Fem!Reader

Song Inspiration - "Kiss It Better" by Rihanna

Word Count - 2,140 words

Prompt -

#71 - .When he fucked you in front of the mirror so you could watch

#100 - .When he made you take every drop of his cum and bred you so full.

The second Heeseung’s key turned in the lock, your breath hitched—not out of surprise, but anticipation. You knew he’d come home late, and you’d prepared something just for him.

The dim light from the living room spilled over your bare skin as you stood center stage—your bedroom—the softest music humming from your phone.

Slowly, seductively, you peeled off your clothes, starting with your shirt. Your fingers teased the hem, dragging it over your head, letting your hair fall loose.

Heeseung’s eyes darkened when he saw your bare collarbone, the swell of your breasts catching the low light.

Your bra came next, unhooked with trembling fingers, and you tossed it aside. Your nipples tightened, flushed with heat.

Your gaze met his through the doorframe, the fire in his eyes igniting something wild inside you.

You slid your skirt down, revealing the delicate lace panties that barely contained your slickening heat.

You bit your lip and slowly dragged those down too, standing utterly exposed, every inch of your skin shimmering under the soft light.

Heeseung crossed the room in long strides, a predator ready to claim his prize. His breath was ragged, voice low and harsh. “Fuck, you look so goddamn good.”

He didn’t hesitate. His hands closed over your waist, pulling you flush against him.

You felt the hard press of his length against your stomach, your breath caught in your throat.

His lips crushed onto yours, swallowing your moans, claiming you like you were the only thing that mattered.

“You’re going to watch me,” he murmured into your skin, voice thick with want. “Every damn second.”

With one hand gripping your hip, the other tangled in your hair, he guided you to the tall mirror standing against the wall.

You trembled as he positioned you so your reflection took up the entire glass—your face flushed, your chest heaving, your legs quivering with need.

Heeseung slid his hands under your thighs, lifting you effortlessly until your legs wrapped around his waist.

His cock pressed at your entrance, and you gasped as he slid inside you inch by agonizing inch.

Your eyes locked onto your reflection—your mouth parted in a gasp, eyes glossy with raw need, chest rising and falling erratically.

Watching yourself taken like this, seen by him and yourself in perfect, intoxicating clarity, made the pleasure skyrocket.

Heeseung’s hands clenched your hips, holding you steady as he thrust deeply and deliberately, slow enough to savor every stretch, every shudder. “You’re so tight. So fucking mine.”

The room filled with the wet sound of skin meeting skin and the ragged symphony of your moans.

He pulled your hair hard, voice low and commanding: “Be good. Don’t move unless I say.”

Your head fell back, mouth open, exposing your neck. He pressed his lips to the sensitive skin there, biting gently, marking you as his.

The mirror showed every delicious detail—your body arching, your hands clutching at his shoulders, your eyes squeezed shut, every inch dripping with want.

Heeseung increased his pace, thrusting with brutal, possessive hunger, each one driving you closer to the edge.

His voice was a growl in your ear, “Not yet. Don’t you dare cum until I say so.”

You whimpered, aching to let go, but you obeyed—your entire body burning, your muscles trembling as he held you captive to his rhythm.

Then, with a guttural growl, he plunged deeper, filling you so completely that you could feel him stretching you open from the inside out.

Your walls clenched desperately around him, desperate to hold every drop.

Heeseung’s voice cracked with need as he hissed, “I’m going to breed you full, baby. So full you won’t be able to walk right.”

And he did.

His hips slammed into yours harder, faster, until you felt the hot rush flood inside, thick and unrelenting.

The overwhelming fullness made you gasp and cry out, your legs shaking as his cock twitched deeply inside you.

You felt the wetness leak down your thighs, a slick, warm mess betraying how utterly full you were—his cum spilling from your soaked entrance as you clung to him.

He pulled out slowly, sliding his hands down your back, holding you close as you trembled, both exhausted and overwhelmed.

His lips found yours in a bruising kiss, tongues dancing together as he whispered, breath hot and possessive, “You’re mine. Every drop belongs to me.”

Your hands tangled in his hair, pulling him closer, needing to feel him again even as your body burned from his claim. Your reflection in the mirror showed two souls intertwined, tangled in love, lust, and possession.

Heeseung cradled your face, kissing your forehead, eyes shining with fierce devotion. “You took every drop. Perfect. So fucking perfect.”

You melted against him, your heart pounding with love and need, knowing this was only the beginning of a night drenched in him—his touch, his fire, his ownership.

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[yena-enha]

Request - 11 by anon

𝐏𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐒𝐢𝐫 - 𝐊𝐒𝐍

Warning – BDSM, orgasm denial, exhibitionism, degradation, spanking, spitting, face slapping (light), explicit smut, soft aftercare, dom!Sunoo, sub!FemReader, 18+ only

Note – Consensual kink; Reader is tied up and obedient throughout, story includes rough elements balanced by affectionate aftercare

Genre – Smut

Pairing – Sunoo x FemReader

Song Inspiration – Control by Halsey

Word Count – 1,180

Prompt –

#87 – When he made you watch him touch himself.

#92 – When he said, “Don’t you dare cum until I say so.”

“You’ve been acting like a spoiled little brat all week.”

Sunoo’s voice was low, unreadable, but the glint in his eyes said everything.

You blinked up at him from your spot on the bed, wrists bound to the headboard, legs spread open wide with a satin ribbon that matched the one around your wrists. Naked, flushed, and already slick with anticipation, you were exposed—helpless to do anything but obey.

“I ask for patience,” he continued, slowly unbuttoning his shirt, “and you give me whining. I ask for silence, you moan louder. You touch yourself when I’m not around. You beg like you deserve it.”

He tossed the shirt aside, standing at the edge of the bed, bare-chested and smug, watching you squirm beneath his gaze.

“So tonight,” he said, slipping out of his pants and boxers, letting his cock spring free, hard and leaking, “you’re going to watch me.”

You gasped.

“Sunoo—”

“Ah, ah.” He crawled up onto the bed, straddling your thighs without touching your core. His hand wrapped around his cock—slowly, deliberately—and began to stroke himself.

“I touch. You don’t. Understood?”

You nodded breathlessly.

He leaned down, lips brushing your ear. “And don’t you dare cum until I say so.”

You swallowed, body already trembling.

“Y-Yes, Sunoo.”

“Good girl.”

He sat back, spread his knees wide, and began to pump himself right in front of you. You were caged beneath his thighs, close enough to feel the heat of his skin, the subtle shifts of his body as he stroked. His head tipped back, a soft groan escaping his lips.

You whimpered at the sight—he was beautiful like this—lips parted, brows furrowed in pleasure, soft moans escaping as his hand tightened around his cock.

“You like watching, don’t you?” he breathed, cracking one eye open to look at you.

You nodded quickly, tugging helplessly at your bonds.

“I’m so wet—please let me touch—”

He slapped your thigh. Hard.

“Not yet.”

Then he smirked.

“You want to see how much better I make myself feel than your little fingers ever could?”

He pumped faster, the muscles in his arms tightening, jaw flexing. He was putting on a show—and he knew what it was doing to you.

“I bet your pussy’s throbbing already. Bet it’s dripping down the sheets. Pathetic.”

He looked down at you again, slower now. Cruel.

“You want to cum, don’t you?”

“Yes, Sunoo. Please—please—”

His thumb swiped over his tip, collecting the bead of precum, and brought it to your lips.

“Open.”

You did—and he pushed it in.

“Suck.”

You moaned around his thumb, tasting him, crying with need.

Then he pulled away and laughed.

“Too bad. You don’t get anything until I cum first.”

He pumped himself faster now, watching your eyes fixate on every stroke, your hips bucking, desperate for friction.

“Hold it in,” he growled. “I swear, if you cum without permission—”

“I won’t—I promise—” you gasped, sobbing.

And then he groaned—deep, rough, undone—as ropes of cum painted your stomach, warm and sticky. You stared, moaning at the mess, the way his abs tightened with every pulse.

He leaned in, cock still twitching, and grabbed your throat—not to choke, just to hold.

“Look at you. Ruined without being touched.”

“Sunoo—please—I can’t—”

He raised an eyebrow.

“You think you earned it?”

You nodded, eyes pleading. “Please—let me cum. I’ll do anything—”

His lips curved darkly.

“Say ‘please, sir, ruin me.’”

“Please, sir—ruin me.”

He shoved three fingers into your dripping cunt without warning and fucked them fast, thumb pressed hard against your clit.

“Cum. Now.”

You screamed, body snapping tight as you came instantly, legs shaking, thighs clenching around his wrist while you gushed all over his hand. He didn’t stop—he kept going, drawing it out, making you cry from overstimulation as your orgasm rolled through you.

When you finally slumped, chest heaving, throat raw, he unbound your wrists and legs, wrapping you in his arms.

He kissed your forehead. Your temple. Your lips.

“You did so good, baby.”

He cleaned you with a warm cloth, laid you on his chest, stroked your hair while your breathing slowed.

“Next time,” he whispered, “You're going to clean up my mess with this filthy tongue of yours.” he said with a soft slap to your face.

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[yena-enha]

Congratulations for 200 subs 🖤 can you do Jay #69 + 72 + 75 + 84 + 88 + 98 and can you please make it anonymous 😅🖤

ofc, thanks sweety. req 38

Update :

hi my sweet yennie 🩶

i just wanted to message you personally and say i’m really sorry — i won’t be able to complete your prompt for my “tell me your desire” event 😔 things have gotten super busy on my end and it looks like it’ll stay that way for the next few months. i tried to push through, but i realized i wouldn’t be able to give your idea the love and attention it deserves.

please know it’s not because i didn’t love your request (because i really did — it made me smile so much 🥹), i’m just overwhelmed right now and didn’t want to keep you waiting without a proper explanation.

thank you for trusting me with your idea and for being part of the event in the first place. it genuinely meant a lot to me 🩶 i hope i can make it up to you someday, and that you’re doing okay wherever you are. sending you a soft hug and so much love 🫂

with love, yena 🩶