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strip for me.

part three

pairings: hyungline x reader (sunghoon & heeseung)

synopsis: hyung line got you trapped in a situation that you can’t get away from.

wc: 6k

warnings: smut, minor dni, bullying (not promoting violence or bullying), degrading, dirty talks, curses, masturbation, hyung line being mean. this is not proof read.

note: next part will be fivesome with the hyungline so it’ll take time. be patient. please reblog and reply to. it is highly encouraged. thank you so much for your support. part one (here) ; part two (here)

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your grip over your phone tightens while a text message flashes through its screen. a one sentence text is all it takes for your whole system to feel thrilled.

‘i’ll see you at the locker's room after my morning practice.’ — psh.

that was all it says. sunghoon’s not the texter type. out of all of them, he’s the least you expect to appear on your messages and so to receive something from him makes your stomach churns.

it’s still very early and after you checked your phone, that’s the first thing you saw.

Park Sunghoon is the team captain of your school’s ice hockey team and every thursday morning, they have practice before going to class. today is that day.

strip for me.

part two

pairings: hyungline x reader (jay & jake)

synopsis: hyung line got you trapped in a situation that you can’t get away from.

wc: 8k

warnings: smut, minor dni, bullying (not promoting violence or bullying), degrading, dirty talks, curses, masturbation, hyung line being mean. this is not proof read.

note: okay, i’ve been typing this while my eyelids are dropping. i’m so sleepy. anyway, i hope you will enjoy this. part one here, (strip for me).

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the day after their little playtime, you’re so scared to go to school. hesitating and timidly walking down the street once you got off from the bus that stops right in front of your school. no matter how hard you try, you just can’t help but to worry that they had spread explicit photos of you.

actually, if it weren’t for geometry’s long quiz you would skip school today. the thought of the boys leaking those pictures haunted you the whole night, you can’t even get some sleep. you bet you looked like a zombie right now.

when you stepped inside the classroom, some of your classmates are bickering and joking around as usual. you expected some dramatic scenes where one calls you out and they all laugh at you for being such a loser.

but none of that happened.

ꕥ GET YOURSELF A REAL MAN ⸝⸝⸝ smoking hot older!enhypen headcanons

✷ NIA — if you feel like you've already read this, it's because you have! this is a repost from my previous acc that i decided to bring back here. i plan to turn each one into their own full-on drabbles, but in the meantime, have this :)

greedy for you (l.hs)

PAIRINGS - idol bf!heeseung x fem!reader

GENRE - smut (mdni), established relationship

WARNINGS - p in v, unprotected sex, riding, switch heeseung and reader, whiny heeseung, creampie, dirty talk, needy reader

WC — 1.1k

A/N — HI GUYS it’s been a bit LOL. i have 2 other drafts but i just HAD to do a post one on coachella red hair heeseung 😣

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The door hadn’t even clicked shut behind him.

Heeseung barely had time to exhale, dropping his bag to the floor, when you were already on him—grabbing his collar, lips crashing into his like you’d been starved. And maybe you had been. All night watching him on that stage, dripping with sweat, voice like sin, teasing the crowd with those half-lidded eyes and smirks meant for thousands—but you pretended they were just for you.

“Fuck—” he barely gets the word out before you push him back, walking him toward the edge of the bed.

“You took too long,” you mutter against his jaw, yanking his shirt up, nails scraping down his abs. “Couldn’t stop thinking about this. About you.”

Heeseung grins—surprised, amused, but so damn turned on. “Damn, baby… barely got through the door.”

“You don’t need the door,” you growl, shoving him down onto the mattress. “You just need me.”

You’re on top of him before he can respond, tugging his sweat-damp pants down just enough, grinding against him like it’s the only thing keeping you sane. His breath hitches, hands gripping your hips, but you swat them away.

“Hands to yourself,” you command, eyes dark and daring. “Let me have you.”

──── YOURS . ↳ one shot // also part of the no doubt series !

✎ᝰ .ᐟ aka everything you're wearing is his, but yet, he's the adorable one

↳ IMPORTANT NOTE .ᐟ ── this is part of my no doubt series ─ a sequel series of short drabbles that take place after the events of my fic no doubt, and show jake & reader's relationship throughout their first year together (& how jake wins her trust & love back hehe) ── THIS CAN BE READ AS A ONE-SHOT, however, there will be some easter eggs if you've read no doubt before!

↳ addie's ✉ .ᐟ ── the first part of the no doubt series! keeping it short, sweet, & SIMPle for the first one (emphasis on the simp bc jake really is one for y/n) im so so so obsessed with this jake pls

Waking up with your boyfriend Heeseung

Genre: fluff

Pairing: fem!reader! x enha!heeseung!

The morning light spilled through the curtains, painting your room in a soft golden hue. You felt warm. Not just from the blanket, but from the weight of Heeseung’s arm draped lazily across your waist, his bare chest pressed snugly against your back. You could feel his steady breathing against your neck, his lips brushing your skin every now and then.

“Mmm, baby…” he mumbled groggily, voice thick with sleep, “Don’t move yet… you’re so warm.”

You giggled softly, turning in his arms to face him. His messy hair stuck out in all directions, and his eyes were still half-lidded with sleep, but the sight of him in the morning made your heart flutter every time.

“Good morning, sleepyhead,” you whispered, brushing your fingers through his hair.

Heeseung hummed contently, pulling you closer until there was no space left between your bodies. “Morning, pretty girl,” he whispered, kissing the tip of your nose, then your cheeks, then your lips — soft and slow, like he had all the time in the world.

“You’re so clingy in the morning,” you teased, but your arms were already around his neck, holding him tighter.

“You love it,” he smirked, pressing kisses down your jaw and then to your collarbone, letting his fingers draw lazy circles on your back. “How could I not hold the most beautiful girl in the world the second I wake up?”

Your cheeks flushed, and you buried your face in the crook of his neck, grumbling, “Too early to be cheesy…”

He chuckled, deep and low, his chest vibrating against you. “I’m just being honest, sweetheart.” He paused, pulling back slightly to cup your face in his hands. “I wish we could stay like this forever.”

You leaned into his touch, nodding. “Me too.”

Heeseung kissed you again, longer this time, his thumb gently caressing your cheek as he held you like you were something fragile and precious.

“Mine,” he whispered against your lips.

“Yours,” you whispered back.

You and Heeseung stayed tangled up in each other for what felt like hours. The world outside didn’t exist—just the soft rustle of sheets and the comforting rhythm of his heartbeat under your cheek.

“Babe,” he murmured, brushing your hair behind your ear, “I had a dream that you wouldn’t let me kiss you. Torture.”

You giggled, lazily trailing your fingers down his chest. “You kiss me like, every five seconds.”

“And I plan to keep that record strong,” he said, leaning in for another kiss, slow and deep, his hand resting on your thigh, warm and gentle. “Gotta make up for the nightmare.”

You ended up straddling him under the covers, your legs intertwined as he placed soft kisses on every inch of your face—your eyelids, your forehead, your cheeks. “My pretty baby,” he whispered between each one. “My sunshine. My love.”

You were practically melting. “You’re gonna make me cry this early…”

“Then let me distract you,” he smirked, flipping you so he was on top now, arms caging you in. His voice dropped to a teasing whisper. “Or maybe we just don’t get up at all today.”

Your stomach growled.

Heeseung paused. “Okay. Maybe we get up only for food.”

𓂃 𝄞 . . . ENHYPEN REACTION WHEN YOU WEAR PRETTY MINISKIRTS

you step into the kitchen, adjusting your skirt as you move, and you can feel heeseung's eyes on you instantly.

he’s leaning against the counter with a glass of water in hand, but the way his grip tightens ever so slightly makes your heart beat a little faster.

“that’s new” he remarks, his voice low, his gaze traveling down your legs and back up again.

“do you like it?” you ask, spinning slowly, knowing full well the effect you have on him.

he crosses the room in a few quick steps, his hands finding your waist, pulling you close. “like it?” he murmurs, his lips brushing your ear “i’m obsessed”.

you laugh softly, but the way his fingers trace slow, deliberate circles on your hip sends shivers down your spine.

“i might have to cancel our plans” he teases, his voice playful but his eyes full of affection “i can't let anyone else see you like this”.

best friend!jake x f!reader - REM

cw: explicit content a wet dream sex MDNI 18+ ENHA HARD HOURS flufffffy at the end

wc: 3.3K

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Jake had always just been Jake. Your best friend. Your couch-sharing, video game-obsessed, cereal-stealing best friend. There was never anything weird about sleepovers with him. You’d done it a dozen times before—falling asleep in the same bed after a movie night, limbs tangled like siblings, breath evening out in the warm dark. 

That was just you and Jake. Comfortable. Safe. Normal.

Until this time.

You didn’t even realize you were dreaming until the heat wrapped around you like a second skin. In the dream, it was still Jake—but not the way you knew him. He wasn’t just teasing you over cereal anymore. He was behind you, mouth hot against your ear, voice lower, rougher. You could feel his hands sliding up your thighs, his breath telling you to keep quiet. 

You were soaked, aching, grinding back into him like your life depended on it. And then he said it—low and filthy: “You gonna cum for me, baby?”

“that’s it, angel, keep going,” jake encouraged.

he was watching you without sparing a blink as you smoothly rode his cock, feeling his tip penetrate the deepest parts of you.

“jake,” you cried out, planting your palms on his abs for leverage. “can’t…do it anymore. ‘m tired.”

jake cooed, holding onto your hips.

“you’re tired?” he asked. “let me help you, baby.”

holding your hips still, he jutted his own hips up into you. he fucked you while you sat on top of him, pathetically bouncing as he did all the work.

loose - p.sh

the soft glow of morning sunlight filters through the blinds, shining over sunghoon's sleeping form. he's lying flat on his back, his body stretched out lazily, one arm draped over his forehead. his toned abs peek beneath his shirt, slightly lifted in his sleep, accentuating his v-line as his sweatpants hang loose, practically begging to be pulled down.

gosh, he looks so good, even in his sleep. a little too good, and your wetness starts pooling in your panties, just from the sight of him and every little feature. your eyes lock on the evident rise of his cock pressing up against his sweatpants, like it wants to be free.

you move on the shared bed, settling right in between his sprawled-out legs. gently, you tug his sweatpants down, careful not to wake him—yet. his cock springs free, close to your face. you press your lips together, staring at him for a moment, unable to stop yourself.

you’d be lying if you said you didn’t want to take him right then and there. how could you not? his cock was quite literally a work of art, bright and proud in your face, screaming to be inside you.

your lips wrap around the tip, licking up any pre-cum that’s already there. you hum at the salty taste, your tongue flicking over his sensitive head, collecting every drop. the sound of him groaning in his sleep makes you go slower, savoring every inch, every second. your mouth slowly takes all his inches in, working yourself up and down his length.

your eyes slightly widen when you feel a hand on the back of your head, gently but firmly pushing your head down further on his cock. "fuck, angel.." he groans, eyes still shut, his voice thick and sleepy as he lays there and lets you suck him.

his hand doesn't let go, guiding you deeper, pushing you to take more of him. his cock hits the back of your throat, slightly choking you. you go faster, eager to bring him closer to the edge. your mouth works on him, your lips pulling away just enough to tease, then taking him all the way back down, your tongue swirling around his base.

the moans and grunts he lets out get louder, more desperate, and you can tell he's completely lost in the pleasure. "fuck..." he groans again, gripping your hair tighter as you continue to suck him, feeling him twitch in your mouth. his body jerks slightly, as if he’s trying to fight the growing sensation, but he can’t, and you know it.

you speed up again, the rhythm of your head bobbing matching the desperation you’re feeling. his cock hits the back of your throat again and again, your mouth getting wetter, drool dripping down your chin as the sound of your sucking fills the room.

his fingers tug tighter on your hair with each groan he lets out, “sh-shit, so good... gonna cum.” his voice cracks with the intensity, and you can feel his cock twitch again, his breathing shallow as he fights to hold back his orgasm.

but you don’t stop. you increase the pressure, your tongue pressing against the sides of him, feeling every vein as you go down on him again. you want him to lose it, want him to fall apart in your mouth, and you know you’re about to get him there.

you feel him twitch once more before the warm, salty release fills your mouth. his cock pulses against your tongue, and you swallow it down eagerly, feeling the hot liquid slide down your throat.

he lets out a low moan, eyes still closed as his body relaxes against the bed. “swallow, baby,” he murmurs, and you do just that, licking your lips as you take every drop he gives you.

you pull away slowly, eyes meeting his, watching him stir just enough to lift his head. a lazy smirk plays on his lips as he stretches, letting out a satisfied groan. he pulls you up to kiss him, tasting the remnants of himself on your tongue.

has this become his favorite way of waking up? yes. will he repay you by eating you out the next morning? oh, without a doubt.

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SIT ✦ (hyung line! x reader)

SYNOPSIS : you ask to sit on their face. (suggestive ⟡relationship )

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no face ! Sim Jaeyun X Reader

word count; 5.3k

camboy! dom! sim jaeyun x sub! reader , exhibition kink, riding, ass slapping, slight breeding, fingering, praise, begging, friends to lovers, possessiveness, unprotected sex (don't do that.) overstimulation, blindfold, mask kink (YES JAKE WEARS A MASK BRO HAHAHA) blah blah blah , this is literally crack because I genuinely cant fathom how bad i want to ride jakes dick STOP.

spelling & grammar mistakes to be expected,, i lazily wrote this blah blah

s.jy

synopsis | after a big argument with jake, your clingy and overly sensitive boyfriend, aka golden retriever, finds it impossible to handle the distance. and let’s face it, who can resist a teary-eyed, overly affectionate guy who’s one step away from curling up in your lap?

pairing | clingyboyfriend! jake x fem! reader

genre | fluff

jake was the kind of person who felt everything too much. it wasn’t a bad thing, he just had a heart so soft it bruised too easily. he was sensitive in a way that made him beautiful, like he carried every emotion so deeply it became a part of him. and when he loved, he loved hard. clingy, desperate, like he didn’t know how to exist without the people he cared about.

he was clingy too, always needing to be close, to touch, to hold. he followed you around the house like a lost puppy, watching you with those big, pleading eyes. he never liked distance, never liked silence between you.