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˚ ༘ ೀ⋆｡˚ 𝒟irty 'little secret

l.heeseung 𝒙 f.reader

you were never the biggest fan of your older brother. in fact, you liked to think that anyone unfortunate enough to actually know him wasn’t.

he was a dick—plain and simple. though, arguably, so was his best friend. but for some reason, you never seemed to mind that quite as much.

ever since sunghoon brought him home his freshman year of college, something inside you had stirred at the sight of his stupid honey skin and his stupid gorgeous hair—face and his nose... god that nose.

you couldn't help but stare at the older boy... you'd be out of your mind not to take advantage of the opportunity to admire such a sight—heeseung looked like the kind of guy you only saw on TV or social media.

though, it's not like your brother would let you anywhere near him and heeseung anyways.

"heeseung doesn’t want to hang out with some little girl. go away."

your older brother wasn't only a dick—but a pain in the ass too.

you'd just stepped into the kitchen for a cup of water, not to bother them... yet he'd already tried to run you off.

"whatever, hoon. I just wanted some water." you rolled your eyes so hard you're sure they could've gotten stuck if you weren't careful.

"yeah, yeah, whatever. come on, heeseung. 'don’t want to keep jimin waiting, do you?" he teased his friend.

"dude, shut up," heeseung muttered, pushing himself up from his seat... your breath caught in your throat noticing the slight bit of skin peeking from beneath his shirt as he stretched up. no way in hell you'd ever have a chance with... that.

but as he passed you, he lingered for just a second—long enough to ruffle your hair and long enough to look down at you with a smirk. "later, princess." he'd waved, soon following your brother in suit out the door.

god, that felt like ages ago—though, it was only two years ago give or take.

and now, all these months, years later, you were finally home from college. it was supposed to be a surprise to your mother, she'd begged you to come home during the summer.

you came home expecting a peaceful summer to catch up with your family and asshaat brother.

except that wouldn't happen because he was here too.

"woah, look who finally decided to show up," sunghoon snickered from the couch, stretching lazily.

"oh, fuck off, sunghoon," you snapped.

the familiar sibling rivalry kicked in instantly, causing your parents to intervene—running from down stairs, completely surprised to see you after almost a year.

though your little family reunion was cut short by the sound of the bathroom door unlocking. and then—him. heeseung stepped out, running a hand through his dark hair, looking effortlessly good the same way he did your junior year of high school.

“heeseung,” your brother said, glancing over his shoulder. "oh, y/n's home, by the way." idiot, you swore... as if you weren’t sitting right there.

"oh, hey." he nodded.

"h-hi, heeseung."

the first few days of your stay you felt strange... strange because it was your first time home in... a while and strange because the feeling of being watched haunted you throughout your own home.

heeseung... he was looking at you.

taking in the way your hair fell over your shoulders... how snug your shirt seemed to cling around your body or... or how perfect your tits sat in said shirt.

twentyone looked good on you.

"so," he leans against the counter beside you, fingers drumming lazily against the countertop. his eyes are anything but lazy, they deliberately flicker over your face, down to the curve of your throat, to your collarbones, and then back up again.

your grip tightens around the edge of the marble island center of your kitchen. "oh, heeseung. what's up?" you gulp down, hard. if there's one thing heeseung has always been good at, it's making you nervous.

he exhales a quiet chuckle, shaking his head. "what's up?" he repeats, amused by the flushed shade of red creeping up your neck. "nothing, nothing… just thought we should catch up. it’s been a while since we’ve all seen you, princess..."

the nickname lands differently now—it's less playful and more... serious? it rolls off his tongue dripping with a sickening sweetness, sending a slow shiver down your spine.

you turn to fully face him, but the moment you do, he shifts closer, his large frame seeming to cage you against the cool counter. "how've you been, baby?"

"i-i've been good," you manage, voice barely above a whisper as you choke on your words.

heeseung hums, low and approving, tilting his head as he watches you—really watches you... taking in the way your eyes dart around and the way your throat bobs.

"just good?" he smiles teasingly.

your breath catches once more as he leans in, his arm brushing against yours, his scent swarming around you.

"'and how’s college treating you?"

you can hear the smirk in his voice before you even dare to look up.

"a-also good," you stammer, pulse hammering in your ears as you manage to lock eyes with him. "well I guess that makes sense," he's so close you can feel his breath fanning across your face.

his grin deepens. he knows exactly what he’s doing—however, before he can get any closer, he suddenly peels himself off of you. finally allowing you the opportunity to take a breath of fresh, cool air. "things would be going well for a good girl like you, wouldn't they?"

you nod, unsure of what else to do. "I guess... I guess so."

"i didn’t come to bother you for no reason, y’know." his tone shifts. It’s far softer this time.

your brows lift slightly. "oh?"

"i really did miss you…" he chews on his bottom lip.

it’s not a complete lie.

you were always sunghoon’s cute little sister—off-limits, but easy on the eyes, you were something pretty to look at whenever he got tired of your brother’s antics.

but still, he realizes he missed more than that.

he missed the way you used to light up every room you walked into. he really misses the whole 'school flower' thing you had going for you... the way that even at eighteen, you’d already left an impression on him that no girl at his college ever had.

"i know your parents’ll want to hang out with you," he continues, watching you closely. "and as much as you guys won’t admit it, you and hoon are practically attached at the hip."

you can’t help but laugh because, well… he’s right, you and your dickhead brother are attached at the hip.

heeseung grins at your reaction. "i just wanted to come get dibs before anyone else could and i lost my spot."

your heart stutters, but you mask it with a smile. this is something high school you could've never imagined. "that’s... that's really sweet, heeseung. i’d love to spend some time with you."

score.

"perfect. you remember where my room is, right?" heeseung pauses, tilting his head as if he’s really thinking about it—"you ‘wanna come around about… ten, eleven? we can watch a movie or something." his smile is contagious, you hardly catch yourself grinning along with him.

you shift on your feet, still hyper-aware of how close he’s standing. "the guest bedroom?" you chuckle softly, quirking your eyebrow.

"our guest bedroom," he corrects with a smirk.

the invitation alone is enough to send your thoughts spiraling, the lee heeseung had just invited you into his bedroom. be cool, y/n. you think to yourself.

"fine… as long as it’s not that stupid movie you and sunghoon always watch." you manage the snarky remark.

heeseung’s brows lift in amusement, his typical lazy grin tugging at his lips. "oh? you don’t like it?"

you shake your head, staring down at your fingers as they fidget with the hem of your sleeve. "it's just… you guys have watched it a lot. I’ve watched it a lot.”

"wow," he exhales, hand flying to his chest like you’ve just wounded him. "that’s cold, princess."

your cheeks burn at the nickname, you dont think you’ll ever get used to it. “I’m just being… honest.” you stare up into his eyes, his gaze is piercing as he doesn’t shy away from your sudden eye contact. 

heeseung watches you for a moment, something flickering behind his eyes before he lets out a low chuckle. "fine, fine… no toy story," he concedes.

you nod, relieved, though the nervous flutter in your stomach doesn’t settle.

but before either of you can say anything else, sunghoon’s voice cuts through the air, calling for heeseung from upstairs.

heeseung sighs, throwing you one last glance before pushing off the counter. "guess i’ll see you later then," he murmurs, voice quieter now, like it’s meant just for you.and as he disappears up the stairs, you exhale shakily, heart pounding at the thought of what later might bring.

when the clock strikes ten, you find yourself lingering outside his door, fresh out of the shower with your heart hammering against your chest. 

your hands feel all clammy and your nerves are bad. 

you have to force yourself to knock—when it’s so soft you barely even hear it yourself. 

but he does.

the door swings open, and there he is, standing in a dimly lit room, hoodie hanging loose around his frame with his sweats slung low on his hips. his lips twitch at the sight of you… tiny pajama shorts and the cutest little top. "you look nervous," he teases, stepping aside to let you in.

"i’m not," you lie through our teeth. 

he chuckles, closing the door behind you. "sure you aren’t, c’mere." heeseung’s hand latches onto your wrist dragging you further into the room. he leads you to the bed where his laptop is propped open, some random movie that isn’t toy story playing on the screen.  you sit beside him where his hand pats the mattress next to you.

you’re stiff as a board, while he lounges comfortably, one arm resting behind his head.

and then—slowly, he shifts, one of his arms draping over the back of the bed, curling around your shoulders as he pulls you in closer. your breath hitches as the heat of his body sinks into yours, the weight of his arm making your entire body heat up.

"relax, princess," he murmurs, lips seriously close to your ear. "i don’t bite."

you swallow hard, forcing yourself to focus on the screen, but then his fingers brush against your bare shoulder, heeseung hums, as if pleased by your reaction. "cute," he muses, letting his fingers trace down your arm, featherlight and slow. you can practically feel your stomach bubbling with eagerness. you’ve never been this close to heeseung. sunghoon wouldn’t allow it—and he’d flip, if he knew you were in bed with him. but, god, you can’t find the desperation of wanting your brother’s best friend to touch you even more.

"you’re so nervous… don’t tell me you’ve never been this close to a guy before."

your face burns. "i have," you mumble, though the way your body reacts to his touch completely betrays you. “I-i’m in college,” you ramble, “obviously i’ve… i’ve y’know, been with guys or whatever.”

"mhmm," he hums, clearly unconvinced. his fingers continue their dance over your skin, up to your collarbone, and along your jaw before he carefully grabs your face to look at him… tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear. 

and then, just as you suck in a shaky breath, he leans in, close enough that you can feel his lips ghost over your cheek.

"should i stop?" he whispers against your skin. 

you shake your head. “I need you to use your words, y/n.” he frowns. fuck, if you made it out of this alive… you’d be sure to go into great detail for your best friend. though you’re not sure she’d believe you actually got into bed with heesung. “I-i don’t want you to stop.” you whimper.

heesung’s frown melts into something darker, something almost smug, and it sends a fresh wave of heat curling through you. his fingers tighten their grip—just slightly—but enough to make you shiver.

“see? that wasn’t so hard, was it?” his voice is low, teasing, but there’s an edge of restraint there, like he’s holding himself back. like your words alone have made it harder for him to stay in control.

you swallow, pulse fluttering as his gaze drags over your face, searching, memorizing. your breath stutters when he shifts, the weight of him pressing down, surrounding you, making escape impossible—not that you’d ever want to.

“you want more,” he murmurs, brushing his lips just barely against your jaw, your ear, as if savoring the way you tremble beneath him. “so be good for me, and i’ll give you everything.”

and then, before you can think, before you can breathe—he does.

heesung hums, low and approving, his fingers already slipping beneath the hem of your shirt. his touch is slow, deliberate, tracing up your ribs, mapping out the heat of your skin like he wants to memorize every inch of you.

“this in the way?” he asks, though he doesn’t wait for an answer. in one smooth motion, he tugs the fabric of your shirt up and over your head, tossing it somewhere behind him without a second thought.

his gaze darkens as it drags over you, and you can feel it—burning, searing, making you squirm beneath him, clad in your bra and shorts.

“fuck,” he breathes, almost to himself. then his hands are on you again, warmer than the air against your exposed skin, sliding down your sides, lingering at your waist.

the waistband of your shorts is next, and he hooks his fingers there, beneath your panties and the elastic of your shorts... glancing up at you through heavy-lidded eyes clouded with lust.

“'think these'll get in the way too?” he murmurs, teasing, but you can hear the hunger woven into his voice, feel the tension in the way his fingers flex.

as if he’ll tear them off if you make him wait too long.

you nod. In one swift motion, he yanks them down, leaving you bare as he buries his face in your neck. his breath fans over your skin, sending shivers racing down your spine. without thinking, you arch into his touch, as though it’s the most natural thing in the world.

“whenever you’re ready…” his voice is low, barely above a whisper as he leans into your ear.

your fingers clutch at his shirt, tugging at the hem. “mmm… p-please…”

you notice his gaze darkening—his eyes stagger across the expanse of your skin… the sultry expression of pure  desperation etched across your face. “that’s all?” he cocks his head, letting the silence stretch as though he was expecting more. “please what, princess?”

you swallow hard, heat creeping up your skin. you know what he wants. “p-please touch me,” you choke out, embarrassed.

his smirk deepens as he watches your lashes flutter—your eyes brimming with tears. “see?” he coos, tilting your head to look at him with his fingers. “that wasn’t so hard, now was it?”

before you can answer, he peels his shirt over his head in one swift motion. 

you barely have time to process the sharp toning of his torso before his lips crash into yours. the kiss is hungry, his hands fervently paw at your sides, slithering up your back to unclasp your bra.

once the cool air hits your bare skin, you can’t help but to gasp. the swell of your breasts fall into his waiting palms, his fingers tweak your nipples between their dexterous, steady tips. heeseung’s mouth never leaves yours, swallowing every breathy moan as he discards your bra, tossing it aside with your hoodie and shorts. his tongue swipes against your bottom lip—forcing your mouth open so that he can intertwine your muscles. 

“taste so sweet, princess…” he murmurs against your swollen lips. “you this sweet everywhere?”

the low rumble of his laugh sends sparks flying, and before you can reply, his teeth sink into your neck. you jolt, gasping as he marks you. it stings, but only for a second as he continues to nip and suck on your skin. “I-I don’t… ah! I don’t know…” you stammer, breath hitching.

you’re sure there’ll be a flattering bruise in the morning left from his biting… one that hopefully no one will question.

he hums, dragging slow, open-mouthed kisses down your jaw, your collarbones… your breasts… your stomach. each press of his lips is deliberate, each touch leaves a trail of heat in its wake, making you feel pleasurably hot. 

he doesn’t stop his assault until he’s face-to-face with the plush of your thighs, fingertips grazing the sensitive skin surrounding your navel. your head falls back against the headboard, chest rising and falling in shallow breaths as you feel him closer approaching your aching cunt.

“dreamt of this for so long,” he mutters between kisses, lips dragging up your inner thigh. “last summer…” he pauses, breath hot against your skin. “that stupid fucking bikini…” another kiss, closer this time. “god, it was so hard pretending I wasn’t staring in front of your brother, your parents…”

you feel your thighs twitch as he exhales against you, indulging in the delicious aroma of your arousal… each syllable of his words only make you ache more, and more.

“I wanted to rip that skimpy little top off you… bend you over the damn poolside table for everyone to see.”

“f-fuck hee…” 

“what? you would've liked that?” the teasing tone in his voice returns, as he plunges his hands between your legs—they separate your thighs in one hasty motion. there’s no time to process any of it before he’s nuzzling into you cunt. 

no one’s ever eaten you out before. 

heeseung licks a fat stripe up your cunt, collecting every bit of your slick as he laps over your clit. “o-oh..! ohmygodohmygod, heeseung!” one of your hand shoots up to clasp your mouth shut. heeseung takes the other in the palm of his own, gently tangling your fingers in the roots of his hair. “pull on it, pretty girl.” he demands. 

the foreign feeling of his tongue flexing against your sopping cunt leaves you feeling dizzy, eyes rolling into the back of your head as you babble out complete nonsense. 

and just when you thought it couldn’t get any better—that your head couldn’t be sent any further into the clouds… he pushes two of those long, thick fingers between the snug warmth of your silken gummy walls, earning an almost pornographic mewl to erupt from your throat. 

“feeling good?” his brown eyes sparkle, they dart your face admiring the view of your mouth hung open and your brows knit together as his fingers curl inside of you. “mm close! oh, fuck! I’m so close, heeseung! hah…” 

“I know, baby… just hold on.” heeseung purred—he resumed his prior actions of making out with your pussy, jaw slack as he pushed his fingers as deeply inside of you as he could manage. 

your fists clenched around his sheets as your stomach wound itself up… your orgasm threatening to wash over you. 

heeseung’s fingers pressed against the spongy spot buried within you once more, a scissoring motion of his to fingers accompanying his previous abuse. “ffffuck!” 

“there you go.” a smirk tugs on the corners of his lips. He allowed you to ride our the high, tongue swiping your cunt once more to savour the mess of creamy slick pooling at your entrance and around his fingers. 

 “good girl.” he carefully sat up, bringing his body to hang over you as he planted yet another kiss onto your lips. “say ‘ah’, sweet girl.” 

of course, you obeyed… forcing your puffy lips to gape so that he could leave a glob of his spit on your tongue. “taste yourself…” you clamp your mouth shut, doing as he asked. “swallow…” another command comes out rushed, rolling off of his tongue. your throat bobbed, heat pooling in your stomach at the way he watches you—his dark eyes full with satisfaction.

before you can catch your breath, his mouth is on yours again, this time slower, deeper—he presses his lips against yours savoring the taste of you on his tongue (yet again).

“h-hee…” you squeak, your voice barely above a whisper.

“hm?” his hum vibrates against your lips, full of patience.

you tug at the waistband of his sweatpants, fingers curling into the fabric. “i want…” your breath catches in your throat as his forehead rests against yours, the warmth of his skin making you feel lightheaded with longing.

“i want you.” your pout is clear, yearning—an attempt to keep him from making you say it. but you know better. 

he always makes you say it.

before he can tease you or ask for more, you tug at his waist again, fingers tightening. you really mean it. “i want your dick… please.” your breath stutters, heart hammering against your ribs. “please fuck me.”

“aw, baby…” heeseung can’t help but find you so adorable—your soft whining pleas to fuck you and the way your eyes are are glassy as the stare into his own… not to mention your fingers digging into the material of his pants. your sudden boldness is endearing. 

“that’s what you want? ‘want me to fuck you so good you forget about anyone else?” 

you nod dumbly without thinking. 

“p-please i want that so bad… so bad it hurts.” you frown.

heeseung takes your hand, cupping his bulge and you feel the damp spot that’s formed whilst he humped against the bed, eating your out.

he usually would’ve made you wait—fucked your throat or fingered you open some more… however, you asking is all it takes, heeseung yanks his pants down and when does—you’re in awe. he’s big, just like you imagined. 

his tip flushes an angry red, blushing where it meets the girthy length of his cock. your mouth drools at the sight of each adorning vein, thy pulse much like the head of his dick, which is leaking sticky pearls of precum. 

“enjoying yourself?” he interrupts your thoughts… you nod, not even pretending as though you weren’t admiring his dick and it’s slight curve to the left. "can I suck you off?" you question, boldly, earning a chuckle from the male. "maybe next time, baby... but i'm glad you're enjoying ‘cause i’m about to give you even more to enjoy,” he grins.

heeseung doesn’t give you a warning—just the sudden, firm pressure of his hand pressing against your lower stomach, making you gasp as he breaches your entrance, pushing inside of you. he’s so. fucking. handsome. 

his brows furrow together as his face contorts into something of pleasure. a hand runs through his hair as he bottoms out, balls laying snuggly against your ass before he begins thrusting. 

“o-oh, yeah…” he huffs. “tight fuckin’ cunt… ‘best pussy i’ve… fuck! I-i’ve had…”

each drag of his cock feels like what you’d imagine to be the equivalent to heaven. he fills you up so well—tip kissing your cervix as heeseung’s hips fuck into you at a steady pace. You tuck your lip between your teeth to keep quiet as his pace becomes more relentless. 

“‘wanna hear you, princess…” he snaps his hips into you. “you were just so loud… c’mon make some noise for heeseungie, yeah? let me know h-how good i make you, shit! how good i make you feel...”

he makes you feel good. really, really fucking good, however, you remeber where you are… your parents room is right down the hall—not to mention your pain in the ass brother. 

you know he’d blew up if he walked in on this… his little sister folded with her legs up as his best friend stroked himself inside of her like a madman. 

“oh…” heeseung nodded. “I know… ‘scared ‘hoon’ll hear you?” you shake your head. he laughs, knowing that that is actually it. 

“It’s okay, yeah? I’m fucking you so good it’ll be worth it if we get in trouble. Isn’t that right?” his hands grip around your thighs pushing them into your upper half—really folding you in half, so that his cock can bully it’s way further into your cunt. 

“h-hee…” you moan ever so slightly. the new position allows you to feel him much deeper than you did before.  “what was that, princess?” 

“fuck!” you squeal. “f-feel you in my tummy, oh my fucking… ah!” the relentless pace picks up as he slams into you again, and again. “‘gonna cum all over my cock?” 

you nod. “s-shitt! ‘I-i’ll do it! ‘gonna cum all over your, ohmygodohh oh, oh!” you gasp, before you can get your sentence out your body is trembling with pleasure. your second orgasm comes crashing over you. 

“god, y/n… fuck,” heeseung groans, his thrusts are steady and relentless. “do that again… clench around me.”

you’re sensitive with your  body still trembling, you do as he asks, eager to please—tightening around him, squeezing… and it must work, because within moments, his head falls back, his hips falter, and a deep, guttural moan rips from his throat as hot white spurts of his release spill inside you.

“good girl,” he breathes, voice thick with pleasure. “good… fucking girl.”

he collapses onto you, bodies flushed and slick with sweat, bare skin sticking together as you both try to catch your breath.

“you okay?” he asks, voice hoarse and worn.

“y-yeah.” you nod, lips curling into a tired smile.

heeseung shifts, turning to look at you. “and how was it, princess?” the nickname is lighthearted as always, though now, it carries a different meaning only the two of you’ll share.

you giggle, cheeks warm as you meet his gaze. “amazing.”

he grins, wide and satisfied. “i’m glad…” a beat of silence passes before he’s sitting up again. “let’s clean you up, hm? you can sleep in here… with me, tonight.” he grins. 

“can i really?” you tiredly sit up on your elbows. “what about..?” 

“don’t worry about him, baby.” he chuckles, “we both know how late sunghoon sleeps in.”

your brother does love to sleep in… 

still, as heeseung helps you up, pressing a soft kiss to your temple before leading you to the bathroom, the thought barely lingers. because right now, the only thing that matters is the warmth of his hand in yours and the promise lingering in his smile.

˚ ༘ ೀ⋆｡˚ 𝓢ome o𝓕 yo𝓤r lo𝓥e

l.heeseung 𝒙 f.reader

'turn on the radio—i'll turn you on' makes me think about needy boyfriend ⟶ pussydrunk heeseung who's so eager to please you.

he can't keep his hands off of you—not even during the car ride home.

needyboyfriend .ᐟ heeseung whose hand doesn't leave your leg at all. the flat of his palm bends around the plush of your thigh whilst his fingers dig into your skin.

you notice the vein popping out of his forehead alongside the way his throat bobs... clearly he has something on his mind.

needyboyfriend .ᐟ heeseung whose eyes linger on your softly illuminated face at every stop light.

needyboyfriend .ᐟ heeseung who can't help but steal the occasional kiss at the stop signs and lights. "you're so pretty, y/n. god, I love you so much."

you have no idea what's gotten into him—he was acting like this earlier too. "you smell good, baby."

"c'mere... spin again—you're gorgeous." looking back at it his voice had been awfully breathy and hoarse. weird.

needyboyfriend .ᐟ heeseung who can't take it anymore.

his hand ventures further and further up your thigh until his fingertips are met with a familiar prickling warmth. his fingers hook beneath your skirt snapping the band of your underwear against your now bruised skin.

you notice needyboyfriend .ᐟ heeseung's flushed ears and neck... finally you ask him what's up and he can't hold it any longer—pulling into the nearest secluded parking lot as he bursts into a ramble about how badly he's yearning to make you feel good.

heat rushes to your cheeks via a red hue when needyboyfriend .ᐟ heeseung is crawling out of the car to open your door and fall to his knees before you. tears prick at his eyes almost threatening to fall as he lays his head in your lap nuzzling against your knees as he kisses up to your thighs—burying his head between them begging—whining with tears streaming down his face for you to please please please give a taste.

if there's one thing he's good at it's setting the mood.

pussydrunk .ᐟ heeseung is messy. he desperately laps your cunt making sure you can't squirm or run off as his strong arms encourage your thighs to close around his head.

pussydrunk .ᐟ heeseung whose nose nudges at your clit eliciting the most delicious moans past your swollen lips.

he presses the flat of his tongue against your cunt's aching clenching hole groaning into your pussy as he drools all over you. pussydrunk .ᐟ heeseung mumbles all sort of nonsense into your cunt.

there's so much drool it all sounds like gargling—though you can register a few curses and lots of praises about having the sweetest cunt as he said.

your boyfriend encourages your fingers to massage and yank at his scalp. the burning sensation sends a thrill up his spine—one that he returns by forcing his face even further into your cunt licking spitting—practically making out with you pussy.

pussydrunk .ᐟ heeseung who only manages to snap out of it for a second... and that's to climb back into the car before carefully aligning himself with your entrance.

pussydrunk .ᐟ heeseung whose hand presses firmly on your lower abdomen where his cock bulges out of your stomach and hits your cervix.

his hips roll at a relentless steady pace fucking into you with such desperation as your claw at his arms screeching for him to fuck you deeper. obviously... he does. he's eager to please remember?

pussydrunk .ᐟ heeseung who doesn't think he'd be able to pull out even if you wanted him to.

luckily for him—you didn't.

the way your gummy walls clench with each drag of his cock makes him feel like he's got a fever. he feels absolutely blinded by the bliss of being submerged balls deep in your cunt.

pussydrunk .ᐟ heeseung who cums in thick ropes of semen painting your insides with sticky hot white.

pussydrunk .ᐟ heeseung who fucks you through both of your orgasms. there's no time to ride your high down before he's snapping his hips again.

you have to peel him off of you with a whine... suggesting you continue at home.

pussdrunk and needyboyfriend .ᐟ heeseung who still cannot keep his hands off of you during the ride home...

hihi !!! I just wanted to do a poll because I have two drabbles that are sort of similar (NOT in plot, but genre) so I wanted to ask :)

would you guys want brother's bestfriend heeseung first, or brother's bestfriend jay?

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y.jungwon 𝒙 f.reader

this is off—something feels off. 

by now, he should have you pinned against the wall, your body flush against his as he kissed you with his usual hunger that left you breathless. his hands should be desperately pawing at your sides—his knee slotted between your thighs as he swallowed every little sound that bubbled past your lips.

but tonight? tonight was different.

It’s not him leading—it’s you. 

not that either of you usually take the lead, but somehow, he always gives you more—more passion, more urgency, more of him.

and yet, here you are, guiding him—into your apartment, against the wall, into your bedroom. 

even now, sinking into your sheets you sit straddling his lap, your lips pressing against his with a desperation that’s almost fervent.

It’s a gross, breathless kiss with your clashing teeth and the occasional nip of your teeth in his bottom lip. You’re practically drooling into each other’s mouths. you want him to touch you. you need him to feel you.

jungwon’s lips are soft—just like always, moving against yours with a slow, deliberate tenderness, savoring the moment… just like he always does, kissing you at a rhythm solely unique to the two of you. 

but you’re not stupid.

even drowning in the bliss of grinding against one another, lips molded into each others…  you can feel it—his hesitation. from the moment your arms had looped around his neck, the second you pulled him inside, your usual eagerness spilling over, he hadn’t been himself, he hadn’t met you with the same fire he usually had. his movements were slower, almost uncertain.

your stomach tightens—you can’t push this uneasy feeling down any longer. 

you manage to peel yourself off of the blonde, admiring his swollen lips in the process.

“wonie?” your voice is softer as you catch your breath. your hands rest cupping his cheeks as you watch his eyes dart around the mattress. 

“hm?” he can’t even look at you… and you hate it. 

before you can think, the words are clawing themselves out on their own. “what’s wrong?” the air between you thickens—you could cut through it with a knife. 

jungwon exhales sharply, his hands still resting on your waist, but there’s no pressure behind them—no insistence that you come closer, no teasing drag of his fingers along your lower back like there usually is.

you feel it even now… the hesitation sinking into the atmosphere.

“jungwon,” you press the matter sternly. “talk to me.” your thumbs stroke beneath his eyes where tears threaten to fall. “It’ll be alright, i promise.” you coo, firmly placing your forehead against his as you embrace him for a moment—this, it’s exactly this that’s gotten him here in the first place. 

he swallows, his jaw tightening as he finally lifts his gaze to yours. and suddenly, you hate the way he’s looking at you too. 

It’s not just lust clouding his dark, wide eyes anymore—it’s something deeper and something much more unreadable. It makes your heart pound in your chest for reasons that you don’t want to name. you shake your head, getting rid of any dangerous thoughts—ones of crossing lines you’d clearly set. 

“this… isn’t working anymore.” he huffs, jungwon’s voice is quiet but resolute.

“w-what?” your heart skips a beat, nearly sinking into your stomach as you feel a frown tugging at your lips. 

he pulls you back slightly, putting distance between your bodies for the first time in months. you’re still straddling his lap, your hands still resting on his shoulders, but he’s not touching you. 

not really.

“I can’t do this anymore,” he sighs, clearer now. “not like this, at least.” the last part, he mutters, head down as he searches for more of an explanation. 

your fingers curl against his shirt, gripping the fabric like it’s the only thing keeping you together. you feel like you should laugh or roll your eyes, maybe even tease him for getting so ‘sappy’. part of you wants to blow up—tell him to suck it up and touch you just one last time. 

but you can’t. 

not when your stomach is twisting, not when your throat feels so… tight and you acknowledge the solemn look painting your friend’s face. 

“what the hell are you saying?” your voice is barely above a  whisper, now tears are pricking your eyes.

jungwon drags a hand through his hair, exhaling like he’s been holding something in for too long. and he has… you both have. 

“I love you, y/n.” his voice wavers, but the words are steady. you can hear the desperation in his serious tone. “I want you,” he pauses. “forever—not just like this.”

“not just when it’s convenient, not just when you feel like calling me over for a quick fuck.” his jaw clenches tightly once more, his togue darting out to wet the plump of his lips before he adds, “I can’t keep pretending that’s enough for me, i want to be selfish.” he frowns. “I want you to be more to you than… t-than this.” jungwon’s voice breaks. 

your body goes still… suddenly you’re stiff as a board hearing his words.

It’s like a switch flips in your brain, every moment between you flashing before your eyes—the way he always lingers just a second longer when he kisses you goodbye and the way his hands always map your body as if he’s trying to memorize your every curve, the way he always answers your texts, no matter what time it is.

and it hits you, all at once.

even outside of all of this—when you’re laughing at parties and watching movies at home… when you’re out drinking, or simply basking in one another’s presence:

you feel the same.

you always have… after all, you’re not stupid. and to not feel the same way for a guy like jungwon? you’d be out of your mind. 

“jungwon…” his name escapes your throat in a breath, hands tightening around the fabric of his shirt.

“don’t say it if you don’t mean it.” he winces. 

the thought of him leaving—of this ending—makes your heart squeeze itself in a way that’s completely and utterly terrifying.

so you do the only thing that feels right… you don’t say it—not yet. 

Instead, you kiss him.

not like before, not with desperation or rushed need. this kiss is intentional, certain, real.

jungwon sucks in a sharp breath, his hands finally holding you, pulling you flush against him as he kisses you back with your chests pressed flat against the other. It’s deep, slow, filled with everything the both of you had been too afraid to say… and though that kiss, you communicate every last word. 

pulling away, both of you are breathless, foreheads pressed together as you catch your breath.

“I love you too,” you admit softly. “I just… didn’t think you felt the same. I didn’t want to look like an idiot.” you scoff softly. 

jungwon releases a quiet chuckle, shaking his head. “we’re both idiots.”

you grin, running your fingers through his hair, your chest feeling lighter than it’s has in months. “maybe.” you smiled, taking him in.  “but at least we figured it out before you could actually leave me… then i’d really be an idiot.”

his lips find yours again—this time, with no hesitation at all. “you’re mine…” he smiles against your lips. “and you’re mine.” you mimic his words, giggling before diving back into his mouth. 

and this time, when his hands start roaming again, pulling you back into the very thing you started, it’s different… because now, there’s no uncertainty. 

no secrets.

there’s just you and him, finally on the same page.

˚ ༘ ೀ⋆｡˚ 𝓦ish 𝓨ou 𝓦ere he𝓡e

enha hyung line 𝒙 f.reader

𝓛ee 𝓗eeseung

𝓟ark 𝓙ongseong

𝓢im 𝓙aeyun

𝓟ark 𝓢unghoon

this took me ages to get to but I used to :( I haven't gotten that much out of enha on this blog but I definitely want to so if you have any requests for them you can leave them for sure

yes yes !!! of course I can , this ask actually kind of helped my writer's block lol :) hopefully I can have a few out for you soon !

˚ ༘ ೀ⋆｡˚ 𝑰'm gon୧ 𝓜ak୧ 𝓨ou feeℒ lik୧ 𝛂 𝓝ympho

s.jaeyun 𝒙 f.reader

you were hesitant the first time that you boyfriend had sunken between your thighs — insecure for so many reasons… ones that felt completely unimportant as of now... ones which he assured you meant absolutely nothing to him.

all jake cared about was providing you with the utmost pleasure— ripping orgasm after orgasm from your trembling body as you writhed and whimpered beneath him.

“that’s it, baby…" he cheered you on as you took three of his fingers curling into your slick lathered walls. "'prettiest pussy in th’world. my fucking cunt.” he spat, gently spanking his hand against your swollen, weeping mound.

“fuckkk…” he groaned… the vibrations sending enticing sparks up your spine as his tongue lapped at your leaking cunt's drool.

he'd been so intense... and that was only the first time...

of course, it only took that one time for you to become absolutely infatuated with your boyfriend’s mouth. from the way his bruised lips would latch around you clit whilst his tongue shallowly fucked your pussy to his soft murmurs and praises that slipped past his plump, slicked up lips.

and jake was admittedly proud of his little “victory,” of turning you into some crazed head-freak. you were constantly begging for his attention to ease the raging ache between your legs... it was as though the only thing that could soothe it was his mouth.

“ungh..! jakey..." you pout. "baby… it hurts, please please please. I’ll be so good.” you begged, legs all tangled and twisted up as you squirmed before him, begging you him to eat you out as he does every other day.

there was hardly a time in any time where he didn’t find himself with his face buried in your pussy. after all, if you'd ask, you'd receive. who was he to deny such a beautiful girl—let alone one that was his own.

you could be working, at your desk and he’s right beneath you… sloppily making out with your cunt.

in the kitchen? you’re cooking dinner and sure enough, under your apron if your pussy-drunk boyfriend, nose bumping up against your clit whilst you try not to burn your dinner for the night.

and most obviously... every night before you close your eyes. “that’s it, princess… pull my hair. shhhit, just like that… gon’ squirt all on my tongue? yeah?”

he'd be right there beneath the covers.

“ah! ah, ah, hah… fuck, jae! m-more!!!” pleaing moans rip from your throat, feeling his hips rut against the mattress—the rough vibrations travelling throughout your lower half, adding to the building tension in your stomach.

it’s not long before thick ropes of cum are spoiling his pants and your own juices are drenching his face as he excitedly claims more of his 'prize...' jake shoves his face deeper into your flesh as you ride out your high, jaw hung open as he happily indulges in your cunt.

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p.sunghoon 𝒙 f.reader

"hi! welcome in!"

the familiar chime of the restaurant’s doorbell was practically swallowed by the hum of conversation and the clatter of silverware.

belle greeted each customer with an attentive warm smile despite the rush of voices spilling into the room... an abundance of laughter and chatter bounced off of the walls as more and more customers poured in, the dinner crowd growing by the second.

"y/n! table four!"

you barely had enough time to register the call before you were already moving, weaving between your coworkers and tugging your hair back into some excuse for a ponytail.

you glanced at the ticket in your hand, reading off the scribbled words. "cobb salad with salmon and roast potatoes for… table four, right?"

the cook, jay, barely looking up, exhaled sharply. "yup. and don’t get too comfortable, rush right back—there’s a fuckton more orders waiting for you guys."

damnit.

your break was supposed to be in five minutes... just one more table, then you'd be met with the freedom of your work's crowded, also known as your favorite break spot.

but of course, it was that time—the worst time. 6:00 PM. otherwise known as rush hour. or, hell on earth.

"got it, jay."

"thanks! oh, and yeah—"

you came to a halt just in time, avoiding a major accident involving colliding with taehyun who was sprinting past with an order for table sixteen.

"find 'hoon, will you?" he cleared his throat. "that asshole's been on break way too long." jay scoffed, already turning back to the grill before you could reply.

"yeah, no problem."

the dining room was packed—couples enjoying a rare night out, families dressed up for a weekly dinner tradition, friends lost in conversation. not that it really mattered to you, as long as the paycheck came through at the end of the week.

you forced a tight smile as you reached table four. "hi! here’s your meal. cobb salad, salmon, and roasted potatoes—enjoy!" you gently placed the food down before politely bending at the waist. "let me know if you need anything."

and with that, you were off again, already preparing for the next rush of customers.

you pushed through the chaos of the restaurant, dodging other servers, bussing tables and ducking past a trays full of steaming plates.

your feet ached and your shirt clung to your sweat-clad skin from running around all evening. now, on top of everything, you had to hunt down sunghoon before serving your next table and earning your long deserved break.

go figures.

he had a knack for slipping away when things got too hectic and luckily for you, you had a strong suspicion of where to find him.

you make a sharp turn down the back hallway, past the break room, until you reach the supply closet. score. much like yours, this was his favorite 'break' spot. the door was cracked open ever so slightly, a faint glow from a phone screen illuminating the tiny gaping crack.

with a smirk, you quietly shoved the door open. "aha! caught you, you little piece of—"

sunghoon flinched, nearly dropping his phone as he clutched his chest. "shit—y/n!" he glanced up at you, eyes wide, before groaning and rubbing his face. fingers pressing into his temples as he sighed. "you scared the hell out of me."

you crossed your arms, leaning against the doorframe. "good." scoffing you stepped fully inside of the much smaller room that was ironically a breath of fresh air compared to the hellish atmosphere of rush hour.

"you’ve been in here for, what—twenty minutes? jay’s gonna murder you." you snort.

he huffed, shoving his phone into his pocket. "five minutes, max. no way I've been in here for that long." the boy leans against the wall, spinning do that he can face you.

you hum along. "oh, sure. five minutes in sunghoon time, maybe... which means half an hour in the real world."

sunghoon rolls his eyes, grinning lazily. "what can I say? this place is a nightmare. I needed a break before I completely lost my mind."

dramatically, you sighed. "must be nice. I’m out there working my ass off like a lunatic while you’re in here playing blockblast or whatever the fuck."

he chuckled, his eyes softening as he really looked at you—taking in your beauty... your flushed cheeks, the way you kept shifting your weight like your legs were seconds from giving out, or the hair sticking to your gleaming forehead as you heaved next to him.

"you should hide out in here with me," he murmured, voice quieter now. "problem solved." his grin returns, wider than before as he engulfs your hands with his own—planting a soft kiss onto your knuckles. "just for a second."

you raised an eyebrow. "tempting, but we're not doing this again." you smirk, remembering the last time jay sent you in search of sunghoon. "plus," Inhaling you stood up straight. "jay would actually skin me alive."

sunghoon tilted his head, stepping even closer. "jay's not the boss of you." he pouts.

your breath hitched slightly. sunghoon stood just close enough now that you could smell the faint traces of his cologne clinging to onto his shirt married with the scent of his sweat from previously being in the kitchen.

"you’re terrible," you muttered, leaning into his lips to kiss him.

feeling his mouth curl into that slow, teasing smile against your own you laughed breathily. "you love it." teasingly, he cooed, wrapping your arms around his neck as he dragged you in by the waist.

you meant to roll your eyes again, to scoff or shove him away—but instead, you found your gaze lingering, flickering from his dark eyes back to his lips. "so... you'll stay? only for a little bit," he pressed. "you know I can make this quick."

his lips brushed against yours once, twice—just a ghost of a touch—before he finally closed the space between you, kissing you with a slow, deliberate hunger. the kind of kiss that sent a shiver straight down your spine, made your knees weak, had your fingers grasping at the fabric of his shirt for balance.

there was nothing rushed or 'quick' about the way he moved.

his lips seared against yours— tasting like whipped cream and something undeniably him, warm and intoxicating, leaving you lightheaded. his hands slid lower, fingers pressing into the small of your back as he pulled you impossibly closer, chest to chest, body to body, heat simmering between you as his thigh slotted itself deliberately between your legs. His bulge pressing firmly against your belt.

"hoon—" you barely managed to whisper against his lips before he was kissing you again, a quiet groan vibrating through his chest as you depend the kiss, hands coming up to cup his cheeks.

his teeth nipped at your flesh, tongue flicking against your bottom lip, coaxing a soft gasp to rip past your lips before he took full advantage of the opening—tilting his head to kiss you messier, shoving his tongue into your mouth as they tangled together.

you could feel yourself melting into him as he continued to consume you.

a shaky breath left your lips when he finally pulled away, his forehead resting against yours, his breathing just as uneven as yours.

"I thought you said you'd make it quick," you murmured, voice breathy, teasing.

his dark eyes flickered down to your lips again, and he smirked. "guess I lied... what can I say y/n, you taste so good."

you barely had time to process before his mouth was on yours again, this time his hand had guided itself into your pants, untucking your shirt before unbuckling your belt.

"fuck, hurry up, hoon." you breathed roughly, hands tangling into his dark locs. "yeah," breathlessly he nodded, fingers pressing against your clothed clit as his hand slid back into your pants. "you're so wet, y/n... I feel it through your panties, baby, they're ruined." that slick grin painted his face once more watching as your back arched beneath his touch.

"tell me what you want..."

"I want you to stop teasing me." you bite harshly, still squirming against his hand as his fingers prodded at your fluttering hole through the thin cotton material of your underwear. "hah... you know what I mean."

"we don't have time..." by now, table four was probably wonder where the hell their waiter ran off to.

whining, you could feel Sunghoon kissing down your neck, sucking on your collarbones with his bruised lips. "shhh... relax. you want my mouth, or my hands?" the question sent an undeniable heat to your cheeks, flushed you replied through a broken stutter, "m-mouth... I want your mouth on m-me please."

"please... what?"

"hoonie... please t-touch me, shit! I wanna cum." he admired the way your swollen bottom lip jutted out. "oh I know pretty girl, hold on for hoonie." mockingly he purred in your ear, every so slightly unbuttoning the bottom on your blouse and falling to his knees. "take these off," referencing you pants, the brown-haired man before you padded at your thighs.

"good girl." he smiled watching at you peeled the material down your legs. you could feel his strong hands clasp onto your legs as he gently spread them, placing one above his shoulder before immediately diving into your cunt.

his nose nudged against you clothed clit. "always smell as good as you taste." a chuckle ran past his lips before his teeth sunk into the fabric of your waistband, pulling your underwear down and returning to your cunt. "so, so fucking pretty." he growled.

"please... p-please, oh my god!" you whimpered feeling his tongue dart out to lap your pussy—the flat of his tongue rolling against your slicked up labia and pulsing clit. you attempted to stifle your moans, remembering the busy workplace just outside the world of the supply closet.

"don't get quiet on me pretty..." you could feel two fingers creeping up your thigh and splitting you open, slick lathering between the rivets of his dexterous, slender fingers. a pornographic moan ripping from your throat as his fingers curl against that spongy spot buried between your sopping gummy walls.

"just like that... you're so close, I feel it. go ahead, cum for me, cum, y/n."

the tightening knot in your stomach wound itself up as your orgasm crashed over you like waves on sunghoon's command. "ohhh fuck..!" you mewled, shaking in his hands as he pumped your creamy slick back into your dripping cunt, allowing you to ride out your high.

"good?" he smiled stupidly. "I was quick right?"

you nodded dumbly... ignorant to the fact that jay had been standing outside of the closet door for around five minutes or so.

"say, think we still've got some time..."

"I think so too." you smiled, sunghoon arose from the floor, dusting of his knees to suck his fingers and lean into your lips for the umpteenth time. "just enough time for another quickie..." you whispered into a giggle, massaging his head as you planted a kiss onto his nose. "just enough time to... fuck you dumb on my cock like last time..? make you finish off your shift with me cum leaking from your cunt?" the sentence makes you clench around seemingly nothing. he references your first work-quickie once more—the two of you sharing a breathless laugh before he tries to speak once more.

"sunghoon, if you don't get your ass out here in the next ten seconds, I'm reporting you to the manager!" jay's voice pangs from down the hallway and you barely have time to react before sunghoon's groaning theatrically, tossing his head back. "ugh. cockblocked by jay... again."

a laugh bubbles up from your lips as you're pulling up your pants.

you swat at his his arm. "go on, lover boy. finally time to go earn that paycheck." you smiled as he sighed, packing you on the lips as he spun around. as he brushes past you, he leans in just close enough to whisper, "I hope you know this isn't over, pretty girl."

"oh, I know." you coo, and just like that, he was gone once more. except this time, he was off to work.

just as you finished straightening yourself up—fixing your hair, re-tucking your shirt, and adjusting your pants you glanced up to see him.

"oh, jay. what's up?"

he didn't even realize he was staring, a heat rushing to his cheeks as he recalled your earlier pleas and cries whilst sunghoon hungrily tongue-fucked your cunt. your words were piercing, snapping him out of whatever trance he'd been put into. "n-nothing." he shook his head. "have a good break?" he'd attempted in awkward small talk—the lack of confidence backing his words coming across as unusual for his usual demeanor.

but nonetheless, you nodded, a sly smile spreading across your face. "great, even." you said, patting him on the shoulder as you brushed past back into the chaos of the restaurant.

˚ ༘ ೀ⋆｡˚ 𝓣esting the 𝓦aters

p.sunghoon 𝒙 f.reader

your fists tightly balled around the wrinkled material. 'sunghoon..!' you mewled into the sheets — dirtied by several previous rounds of what seemed like relentless fucking:

your boyfriend was ripping orgasm after orgasm from your quivering body — or at least he was trying to. he'd had you on his fingers in his mouth... missionary cowgirl and now? doggy. you just couldn't come.

every time you felt your orgasm creeping up on you… it'd never arrive.

it’s like just as that wave of pleasure would be about to wash over you... the waves would never crash. instead you'd be left writhing with an aching cunt — chasing a nonexistent high.

your eyes swelled up with tears. they began pouring from the moistened ducts as you whined into the bedsheets. ‘please please please…’ your begging came out in broken breaths — exasperated and desperate as you tried arching further into his touch. ‘I want it… ‘want to cum so so bad hoonie fuck!’

as much as your boyfriend loved to see you cry… wailing as you took him bullying his lengthy cock into your cunt with moderate struggle… or screeching whenever his fingers dug deeper into your cunt…

sunghoon and you both knew how badly you really want to come — you have to… hence his unfaltering dedication.

‘shhh… I know baby.’ his strong arms wrapped around you as his hips began to stutter no longer rapidly pistoning against your ass. sunghoon thought to himself… he was busy thinking of ways he could make it better… ways to make you come:

sweetly rubbing your clit? no you’d already tried that and by now the bundle of nerves was so bruised and sore you’d only be more distressed… trailing kisses down your neck? it’d only left you more desperate.

the male was at a lost running a hand through his hair as he sighed. he only wanted to make you feel good.

still rummaging through recycled ideas he’d briefly thought of a conversation he’d had with a couple of his friends. a dumb one really…

it was lighthearted — playful and seemingly useless.

him heeseung and jay sat around drinking and laughing around jays living room coffee table… the two single men reminiscing past hookups to share with their friend.

‘she told me to!’ the middle laughed.

‘no way dude! that’s sick…’ the eldest gulped down his drink. ‘not really…’ jay’s humored laughter dying down. ‘what do you think hoon? I mean she came quick. crazyyy orgasm — I mean she was clenching and — ’

‘enough!’ heeseung jutted his lip out. the two bickered as sunghoon chuckled out loud. ‘I mean I ‘dunno never tried it.’ he replied indifferently also taking a sip of his drink. ‘well if you ever need to get y/n to… y’know give it a try.’

his friends advice lingered in the back of his mind as he sat back up. ‘baby…’ he cooed listening as you sniffled. ‘want to try something… s’that okay? I really want you to cum f’me.’ you softly nodded. more pleas began to slip past your lips — coming out as incoherent babbles. ‘please hoonie…anything.’

gradually he begins sinking back into you. his cock dragging between the fluttering swollen walls of your cunt.

‘y’know give it a try.’

the words echo throughout his head as he slowly thrusts into you. sunghoon’s hand finds it place around your hips — a bruising grip on your ass as he brings his thumb to gently press against the puckered rim of your ass... testing the waters.

he feels you tense at the sudden contact, drawing careful circles around your hole. ‘here y’go sweet girl. how's that?’ he purrs, his thumb still prodding at your gaping opening as he continued fucking into you. 's'good...' you groan.

your boyfriend glances down where the two of you connect — his shaft flooding you much smaller cunt… resulting in an abundantly creamy ring around the base of his cock — his thumb inching further inside of you.

god, you were so irresistible... back arched, digging into the mattress as a sweaty sheen adorned your body. it’d only be a matter of seconds until sunghoon came again.

your continuous, desperate mewls halted by the pressure of his thumb massaging against your asshole. ‘f-fuck!’ gasping you threw yourself back on him, feeling him knuckle deep as his drooling tip kissed your cervix. "more, please, hoon! o-oh my... sshhit!"

you squirmed against his toned stomach as he fucked into you — finger prodding against the spongey walls of your ass.

'hah!’ you eagerly moaned. you could immediately feel the pressure building in your stomach... an orgasm finally near as your boyfriend picked up the pace of his hips snapping into your own.

finally.

he could feel you clench around him — a tell tale sign as your cunt fluttered around the shaft of his cock. you were about to cum.

each drag brought you closer until alas you were coming undone. "f-fuck!" you cursed, finally giving out as you sunk further into the mattress... "that's it. cum f'me, y/n... shit, you're perfect, baby." he grunted, slowing his thrusts as he allowed you to ride out your high.

"thank you, hoon." your voice echoed, an exhausted and hushed whisper. "of course, sweetheart." chu. he placed a peck on to your bruised lips... pulling the uvet to rest over your body as he left to draw a bath.

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˚ ༘ ೀ⋆｡˚ 𝓗er hignesse𝓢 𝓦ishes

s.jaeyun x f.reader

one… two… three… soft pink blossoms swayed in the gentle wind outside of your window. and one… two… seven white ones lay clustered beneath them.

this is how you spent your afternoon — locked in your chambers... bored out of your mind. counting the flowers visible from your window was only an attempt to ease said boredom. each one was a half-hearted attempt to distract yourself from the monotony of your day.

you bit back a sigh as your advisor, jungwon, stood statured in the corner. 

he’d report your every move to your mother. princesses do not whine, you reminded yourself, nor do they complain… her voice rang inside of your head.

but jaeyun… jaeyun would know how to solve this… as he always did.

your finger tapped lazily against the cool brick of the windowsill,  a fond memory of the man washing over your thoughts.

“my princess…” he cooed, his voice a soft melody. “where are you…?”

barely stifled giggles had bubbled past your lips as you crouched behind a pillar in the library. most would insist you were far too old for hide and seek… even servants would argue that such a thing was simply not princess-making. yet in jaeyun’s presence, such rules ceased to matter.

of course, if your parents ever learned of this… disowning you might be the least of their worries — the reality of their jester’s head on a stick was not far-fetched. you shivered at the thought.  but until then, you’d keep whatever this was with jaeyun — well alive…

“jungwon,” you called, twirling around to face him.

“yes, your highness?”

“i am dreadfully bored,” you frowned, the weight of your words drew a polite smile from him. “i’ve no lessons today, correct?” you perked back up, your head leaning towards the side as you awaited his response. 

“that would be correct, your highness.” jungwon nodded.  “would you like to be entertained?”

with a sly smile tugging at your lips you nodded. “the jester.” you spoke plainly, “fetch jaeyun for me, will you?”

jungwon hesitated, before bowing and retreating from the room. 

content, you resumed at your spot by the window, picking up where you left off and diligently counting the flowers. twenty-eight, twenty-nine over there... and then…

“how does boredom find you, my princess?”

A familiar voice sent a wave of excitement through your body. you turned around to find jaeyun leaning casually against the doorframe, his usual lopsided grin lighting up on his face.

“unwell, as always… i have no lessons.” you sighed, hopping down from your perch as a small smile etched itself across your face. “jungwon, you’re dismissed.” you chirped, sauntering towards the man in front of your door. 

the advisor bowed once more before slipping out… hearing the door click shut, jaeyun’s grin widened.

“sneaking off again, are we?” he teased, his arms snaking around your waist effortlessly.

“perhaps,” you murmured, locking your own arms around his neck. his lips brushed yours in a gentle kiss, leaving you breathless as you smiled against his mouth.

“it’s been a week,” you whispered.

“far too long,” he agreed, that playful mischief glimmering in his eyes.

you grinned — you couldn’t help but to when he was around.  “you’ll entertain me, won’t you?”

he chuckled, leaning closer. “always, my princess.”

jaeyun’s lips captured your own in yet another embrace. his lips were soft — like always they molded against your own at a breath-taking pace. “it seems  you’ve missed me more than I thought, my princess,” he teased you once more… his voice sending waves of arousal throughout your body. 

“don’t flatter yourself,” you replied with your breath still caught in your chest. your lips were tingling with the lingering warmth of his.

“you’ve been counting flowers all afternoon,” he murmured, tilting his head ever so slightly as his fingers brushed along your jaw, holding your chin in place. “i’d say that sounds like you’ve been waiting on me.”

you opened your mouth to retort… though he was correct. but before the words could even escape past your lips, he’d leaned in yet again... his mouth capturing yours whilst your tongues moved in a synchronized rhythm, each kiss deepening the connection and closing the space between you.

. “jump up for me.” he commanded you, his voice was clouded with lust and inviting. 

only in a setting like this would a jester hold any sort of dominance over you. much like hide and seek, you're sure many would argue that the idea of a jester giving a princess commands seems absurd.

“you could’ve just said you missed me,” he whispered, his hands slid down, clawing at the fabric of your dress, the delicate silk material bunching up beneath his fingertips.your legs wrapped around his waist as he held you close, your bodies pressed together against your chamber’s bed. 

the throbbing bulge of his length against your core made your cunt ache. you yearned for him, arousal dripping from your fluttering hole, painting your puffy folds with slick. your heartbeat quickened as you pulled away and  looked up at him — your eyes meeting as he held your gaze. “maybe i did,” your breath fanned across his face… the confession slipping out only loud enough for the two of you to hear. 

his thumb grazed your lower lip, and for a moment, the world outside of your window — the flowers, your mother’s consistent nagging, your boredom… it all faded away. 

it was only you and jaeyun, just the two of you basking in this stolen moment.

“say it again,” he begged softly, his voice dripping like honey..

you smiled, cupping his cheeks with your hands as you leaned in, your lips just inches away from his. “i missed you.”

his signature grin widened, but before he could respond, you pressed a kiss to the corner of his mouth and whispered against his skin, “and i want you.” 

“who am i to refuse her highness’ wishes? sit up, angel.”

jaeyun’s hands traced up your spine, carefully untying your dress as the fabric fell off of your shoulders, leaving lace pooled around your waist as he admired you. truth be told, a weeks time wasn’t so long ago… however, your beauty seemed to stun him each time. “fuck…” his teeth sunk into his bottom lip as his pants seemed to grow even tighter — suffocating his hardened cock.

“ah!” you gasped as he gently pushed you onto your back, his head shoved into your neck as he trails kisses down your body. “mpf! jaeyun…” he nips at your neck, kissing your collarbones and your chest — venturing between the valley of your breasts. “you’re so, so beautiful…” jaeyun coos, whilst his hand beneath you works at slipping the rest of your dress off, the other rolls your nipple in it’s fingers as he takes the other into his mouth. “you’re absolutely ravishing, my darling.”

“jaeyun, please.” you managed… the overwhelming feeling of his tongue swirling around your sensitive mound taking over. “p-please touch me.” your hands immediately tangle in his hair as his lips continue to explore the expanse of your body… your stomach and your thighs — he messily leaves wet marks down your torso until he’s face to face with your pulsating cunt. “so gorgeous…” 

 the man eagerly jumps up, a whine ripping past your lips as the cold air brushes against your skin. jaeyun pulls his shirt from over his head — stripping himself of his pants as well, kneeling before you once more.

without warning, he flicks his tongue against your clit, causing you to jolt. your back arches off of the mattress. “you taste divine, my love.” jaeyun grins against your slimy cunt, and just like that, every thought — along with any sharp retort you might have mustered… melts away; they all bubble into pornagraphic moans as the man continues lapping your up juices. 

“o-oh my… mh..!” your soft mewls of pleasure echo throughout your chamber as your jester hungrily devours your weeping cunt. 

“you’re so incredibly wet… i’m the luckiest man in all of the kingdom.” he grunts, humming against your slick hole. “It’s all f’me right? this perfect little cunt?” he licks another fat stripe up your burning core… a knot forming in your stomach as you nod feverishly. “mm… it-it’s all for you, j-jae…” the nickname rolls so gracefully off of your tongue.

already, he can feel your cunt flutter and clench around his restlessly determined muscle. 

feeling your orgasm near, he further indulges you… slipping two of his slender fingers within the swollen gummy haven of your walls, slick lathering around the base of his fingers whilst he curled them against your g-spot. “i-if you c-continue, jaeyun.. i..!” 

“go ahead, angel… cum all over my fingers. make a mess, be good f’me… good princess.” jaeyun purs. 

before you can even let it slip past your lips (puffy and tender from holding back your yelps), you’re interrupted by the waves of pleasure crashing over you; eyes dramatically rolling into the back of your head, your grip on the silk sheets faltering. "shh... sh—oh my god!" you take a breath, holding in curses as a wave of ecstasy shoots through your body.

“how was that, my love?” his fingers retreat, leaving your throbbing cunt feeling empty once again. 

"it was perfect," you whisper, a lazy smile tugging at your lips as your arms slot themselves around his neck. “good, cause we’re not done yet.” he chuckles into your mouth — your lips capturing his in a passionately soft kiss… the sweet tang of your cunt lingers on his mouth. jaeyun’s tongue darts out, caressing your bottom lip as you invite him to explore your mouth once more.

if it weren’t for his size, you wouldn’t have even noticed the tip of his cock aligning itself with your entrance — slowly digging into your soaked core.

after the leaky mushroom tip came his shaft… “ah… ‘give me more…” you whined, as if he were made for you, you could feel each vein adorning his cock drag against your walls as he carefully stretched you out. “a-always so fffucking tight. ‘love being inside — so close to you.”  jaeyun hushed you as he continued to fuck into you. “all the way, right? you can take it, can’t you, my princess?” with your foreheads pressed together, you nodded, utterly desperate to take whatever more jaeyun had to give you — intending to take it all. “speak to me…” 

“ngh! yes! jaeyun… ‘want it s’bad.”

a sharp sting rushed through you as your stomach tightened, feeling jaeyun’s cock effortlessly split you in half. “o-oh shit…” he threw his head back, bottoming out. 

he gave you mere seconds to adjust, eager to feel you squeeze and come undone on his dick… before thrusting into you at a painfully steady rate. 

with each drag of his cock his tip to kiss your cervix — brushing past that sweet spot, sunken inside of you.a satisfied smirk played on jaeyun’s lips as he watched a flush of heat spread across your face. quickly, you turned away, grimacing in embarrassment as you struggled to stifle your moans. “look at me, angel.” he cooed. “your pleasure is my sole purpose… l-let me know that i make you f-feel… feel good.” 

“fuck!” you couldn’t hold it in any longer. “feels good..! sosososo good, you’re so good, jae!” you spewed out the rushed string of words… your stomach forming a tight knot once more as the man continued fucking into you.

“Is that right, princess? d’you feel me right…” his hand grazed the flesh of your stomach, finding his bulge before pressing his palm firmly down. ”right there.” he slammed into you — balls gently tapping against your ass as the both of you cried out. “mmpf! yes, yes right t-there oh… fuck!” 

“are you going to cum? go ahead, be good, make a mess.”

jaeyun was entranced by the ring of creaminess you’d left around the base of his cock. “cum for me, y/n.” it’s the only time he would ever call you by your name. but on demand, the knot in your stomach snapped, untying itself and unravelling as you came all over him. “hah… ah! i love you, oh my! ‘love you s’s’much!” he let you ride down your high, incoherent babbles still spilling from your throat. 

“i love you more.” he kissed at the side of your lips, fucking into you one last time before white spurts of cum decorated the walls of your cunt. 

one... two... three... twelve. jaeyun had cured your boredom for the twelfth time. first in the library, then in the gardens, and now... here.

lucky for you both, you weren’t particularly fond of even numbers.

“jungwon!” you called, knowing your ever-watchful advisor stalked outside chamber doors. as expected, he appeared calmly. 

his expression remained still, unbothered by the sight of you and a naked jester tangled in the aftermath of your affair. this wasn’t his first encounter with your little secret…

“have my ladies draw me a bath… one for him as well,” you instructed, nodding toward jaeyun — a worn, sleepy smile glued onto his face.

“yes, your highness,” jungwon replied with a slight bow before turning to leave.

“oh, and jungwon,” you stopped him. “i do not have any lessons for tomorrow, correct?”

“that’d be correct, your highness.”

perfect. tomorrow would make thirteen. 

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