★Yena★

Hey Yennies!!

This is my new account because my previous one, @skzenhatxt-stan, was flagged and my activities were restricted. Since I had to start fresh, I’d really appreciate your support and love here!

I’ll be reposting all 18 stories from my old account, along with new content that I’m excited to share. If you enjoyed my writing before, I hope you’ll stick around for more!

For those, who're new to my blog, here's my introduction :

Hi! I’m Yena, and I’m 19. I love K-pop, and right now, I’ll be writing for ENHYPEN, but in the future, I plan to write for Stray Kids and TXT as well! You can ask for anything and everything, Just message me, comment under this post or send an ask.

I’ll be posting both NSFW and SFW content, so there’ll be a mix of everything! Hope you all enjoy my work and stick around for what’s coming next. Minors, please don't interact with my blog, and if you are, please interact at your own risk.

My Wattpad Account - @HwangYui100

Thank you for being here—I can’t wait to continue this journey with you all!

— Yena ♡

Masterlist:

★ Ot7 ENHYPEN

1. Enhypen Kinks ‹NSFW›

★ ENHYPEN X READER X ENHYPEN

1. Wrong Move - PSH x PJS x RD (NSFW)

2. Movie Night - KSN x YJW x NRK x RD (NSFW)

★ Lee Heeseung

1. Paradise - LHS (NSFW)

2. Falling Apart, Falling For You - LHS (NSFW)

3. Escapism - LHS (NSFW)

4. Lovely - LHS (NSFW)

★ Park Jay

1. Heaven - PJS (NSFW)

2. How Fuckin’ Sweet - PJS (NSFW)

3. Sugar Talk - PJS (NSFW)

4. Chained To You - PJS (NSFW)

★ Sim Jake

1. Polaroid Love - SJY (SFW)

★ Park Sunghoon

1. Teeth - PSH (NSFW)

2. Bad Girl - PSH (NSFW)

3. Deja Vu - PSH (SFW)

4. All I Want - PSH (SFW)

5. Dusk Till Dawn - PSH (SFW)

6. To My Sun, My Hoonie (NSFW)

★ Kim Sunoo

1. Mine To Ruin - KSN (NSFW)

★Yang Jungwon

1. Underneath The Mask - YJW (SFW)

2. Die With A Smile - YJW (SFW)

★Nishimura Riki

1. Short n' Sweet - NRK (NSFW)

2. Rodeo - NRK (NSFW)

3. Only - NRK (SFW)

4. Blue - NRK (SFW)

AND - @enhalusional is my darling.

Warning - Terminal illness (Verden’s Syndrome), depression, self-harm, suicide, grief, emotional trauma.

Note - MDNI (MINORS DO NOT INTERACT)/INTERACT AT YOUR OWN RISK/Suicidal Content

Genre - Heavy angst, tragedy, Heartbreak

Pairing - Non-idol Sunghoon x Non-idol Fem!Reader

Song Inspiration - Arcade By DUCAN LAURENCE

Word Count - 3.5K Words

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𝐇𝐞𝐫 𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐧 -

They called it Verden’s Syndrome. Some rare, cruel illness that slowly took everything from you—your health, your strength, your breath. A ticking time bomb wired inside your own body. No cure. No timeline. Just a silent war.

When I heard the diagnosis, I didn’t cry. I stared at the white walls, nodded like a good girl, and walked out with shaking hands. It didn’t feel real. It never did. Until I started breaking.

At first, it was small things. Fatigue. Dizziness. Hair loss. Then came the pain. The pills. The weight dropping off. My body became foreign. My reflection, unrecognizable.

I wanted to tell him. I really did.

But Sunghoon looked so tired those days. Always buried in work. Always just a little too distant. I saw the stress in his eyes, the strain in his smile. And I couldn’t… I couldn’t add my pain to his.

So I kept it quiet. Swallowed it down like my meds.

And slowly, he started disappearing.

The boy who once danced with me in the kitchen, kissed my knuckles just because, left post-it notes on the mirror saying “I love you more than the moon”—he stopped calling. Stopped touching. I’d wait by the door at night, heart in my throat, hoping he’d walk in and say, “I’m sorry, I missed you.”

He didn’t.

And I didn’t blame him. I was becoming someone else. Hollow. Dull. My smile faded. My voice went quiet. I was fading in every way a person could fade. I hated myself, so why won't he?

The loneliness was a knot in my heart. And I let it tighten.

I stopped taking the pills. I stopped eating. The blade didn’t feel cold anymore—just familiar. My arms bore the things I couldn’t say out loud. My pain.

Sometimes I whispered his name in the dark. Just to hear it echo back. Just to feel something.

I stopped living long before I died.

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November 30th – Our Anniversary

Three years.

I counted every one of them like gold.

And even if he didn’t remember… I did.

I lit the vanilla candle he gave me last year. Wore the hoodie he left on the back of the chair, the one that still smelled like cologne and home. The bedsheets were cold, but I imagined his arms.

I folded the letter with trembling fingers, holding it like a final gift.

Then I lay down.

I felt nothing.

Not fear.

Not regret.

Just peace.

Maybe in another life, I’d get to grow old with him.

But in this one… this was our last goodbye.

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𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 -

It was supposed to be perfect.

I skipped my last meeting. Picked up her favorite food. Wrote a dumb little anniversary note like I used to. Bought lilies—the ones she always said reminded her of spring.

I was finally going to make it up to her.

All those nights away, all the silence, all the hurt—I saw it. I knew I’d been distant, and I hated myself for it. But I thought I had time.

I thought she’d be waiting for me.

I thought love would be enough.

I walked into the apartment, smiling like a fool.

"Baby?" I called out.

Silence.

The candle flickered faintly on the counter.

My heart started racing.

I walked to the bedroom, roses behind my back, rehearsing my apology.

Then I saw her.

Lying still.

Too still.

The flowers fell from my hands.

My feet moved before my brain did. I knelt by the bed, touched her face—cold. Her lips, blue. Her wrists—

“No,” I whispered, choking. “No, no, no. Please, baby. Please, wake up. I’m here. I’m here now, I’m so sorry—I’m sorry!”

She didn’t stir.

My scream tore from somewhere deep. I held her, cradling her lifeless body against my chest, sobbing into her hair like a child.

Then I saw it.

The letter.

Addressed to me in her handwriting.

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“To my sun, my Hoonie…”

If you're reading this, then I guess I’m already gone.

I’m sorry. I’m so sorry for everything—for not telling you, for breaking your heart, for leaving like this. But this was the only way I knew how to stop the ache.

They told me months ago.

Verden’s Syndrome. A disease so rare it sounds made up. There's no cure. No treatment that works. Just pain and a slow, quiet end.

I wanted to tell you the day I found out. I looked at you across the dinner table and tried to find the words, but I couldn’t ruin your smile. I couldn’t take that light from your eyes. You already looked so tired, so worn down from work and life, and I—I didn’t want to become just another burden.

So I said nothing.

And over time, it felt like you were slipping away anyway.

You stopped holding me at night.

You stopped noticing when I cried.

You stopped looking at me like I was still the girl you fell in love with.

Maybe I pushed you away without meaning to. Maybe I became so small you couldn’t see me anymore. I was disappearing, inside and out. Maybe I didn't deserve your love.

I was so alone, Sunghoon.

And it wasn’t your fault—I swear it wasn’t.

I just didn’t know how to keep living when everything inside me was dying.

I tried. I took the pills. I went to appointments. I watched your side of the bed stay empty and still whispered your name.

I waited for you to come home.

I waited for you to notice I wasn’t okay.

But you didn’t.

And eventually, neither did I.

Today would’ve been our third anniversary. Funny, huh? Three years of memories, laughter, late-night drives, forehead kisses, and soft “I love you”s whispered against skin.

You were my favorite chapter, Sunghoon.

And I’m sorry I couldn’t stay to finish our story.

Please don’t blame yourself. Please don’t hate me.

I loved you with every piece of me—even the broken ones.

I just… couldn’t keep fighting when it felt like I was already dead.

I hope you still chase your dreams. I hope you fall in love again, even if the thought of that makes me ache. I hope you find peace.

And if you ever visit me, bring lilies. I’ll be waiting. Even if you won't come, I'll wait. Always.

I Love You Soo Much.

Forever yours,

Even in death,

Your Moonie.

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I read every word.

Every broken sentence. Every tearstained confession.

The illness. The pain. The silence I never saw. The love she still had for me—even when I abandoned her in the dark.

By the time I finished, I was gasping for air. My heart didn’t feel like it belonged in my chest anymore. Like it shattered and took my lungs with it.

I screamed until my voice broke.

I held her until she turned cold.

And I begged—God, I begged—for time to rewind.

But the universe doesn’t listen to men like me.

So fucking selfish of me, to want her back. But I want it. Need it.

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𝐇𝐞𝐫 𝐆𝐫𝐚𝐯𝐞 -

The sky was gray, fittingly cruel.

I stood alone.

Everyone had left. The ceremony was short, quiet. Just how she’d want it.

I stayed. With her favourite lilies.

I couldn’t leave her again. Not like before.

The gravestone was simple.

[Park Y/N]

"The brightest light fades the fastest."

Beloved daughter. Beloved lover. Free at last.

I collapsed to my knees before it, fingers brushing the cold stone like it was her skin.

“You knew,” I whispered. “You knew and you didn’t tell me…”

The wind howled through the trees.

“I would’ve carried you,” my voice cracked. “I would’ve quit everything. I would’ve been there, every fucking day. Why didn’t you let me love you through it?”

Tears fell freely, soaking into the soil.

"You thought you were a burden. But you were my whole heart."

I pressed my forehead to the stone.

“I loved you,” I whispered. “I still love you. And I’m so fucking sorry I didn’t show it in time.”

There was no answer.

Only silence.

Only her absence.

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𝐀𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐞 -

I haven’t touched her side of the bed since.

The hoodie still sits on the chair. The candle, half-burnt. The letter, folded neatly in my wallet—like a ghost I carry everywhere.

Some nights, I still talk to her. Pretend she’s brushing her teeth. Or humming in the kitchen. I pretend she’ll come out and roll her eyes at me for watching something stupid.

But the apartment stays quiet.

Like her.

Some grief fades.

But not this.

This? This is the kind that brands your bones. With you, till death.

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“She died thinking I didn’t love her anymore.

And now I have to live every single day knowing that I did.

More than anything.

And far, far too late.”

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«Masterlist || Introduction»

Taglist» - @strxwbloody

Warning - Depression, neglect, self-harm, suicide, emotional breakdown, major character death, feelings of isolation, grief

Note - MDNI (MINORS DO NOT INTERACT)/INTERACT AT YOUR OWN RISK/Suicidal Content

Genre - Heavy Angst, Tragedy, Heartbreak

Pairing - Lee Heeseung x Fem Reader

Inspiration - Lovely - BILLIE EILISH

Word Count - 3.5K Words

𝐇𝐞𝐫 -

The first time I thought about dying, it was just a whisper. A fleeting thought on a quiet night when Heeseung forgot to call. When my messages went unread. When I sat alone in our apartment, staring at the untouched plate of food I had made for him.

The second time, it was louder.

The third, it was screaming.

I don’t think Heeseung ever noticed the change.

At first, I told myself it was normal. People get busy. Relationships shift. Love doesn’t always stay as loud as it was in the beginning. But as the days stretched into weeks, I started to wonder if he even remembered that I existed at all.

I never asked for much. Never begged him to choose me over his friends. Never complained when he laughed over the phone while I sat beside him in silence. Never said anything when he forgot our anniversary, only for him to wave it off with a lazy, “I’ll make it up to you, babe.”

He never did.

And the worst part? I let him.

Because deep down, I was terrified. Terrified that if I asked for more, he’d realize I wasn’t worth the effort.

So I stayed quiet. I smiled when he was around, even as something inside me withered. Even when my body felt empty, when my chest ached from loneliness. Even when my own reflection became unrecognizable—hollow cheeks, sunken eyes, a girl who looked more like a ghost than a person.

I don’t remember the last time Heeseung told me he loved me.

Not in passing. Not as a habit. But really loved me.

And maybe I was selfish, but I wanted to be loved out loud.

Not forgotten in the background.

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The night it happens, I don’t feel anything.

Not sadness. Not anger. Not fear.

Just a quiet kind of emptiness.

The apartment is dark, the only light coming from my phone screen. I scroll through our old texts, my thumb hovering over the messages I sent weeks ago—ones that were never answered.

"Did you eat today?"

"I miss you."

"Are you coming home?"

Seen. Never replied.

A shaky breath leaves my lips as I finally type the last thing I’ll ever send him.

"I love you, Heeseung."

I don’t wait for an answer. I already know there won’t be one.

The bottle of pills in my hand is light. I don’t hesitate as I open it, pouring them into my palm. They look so small. So harmless. And yet, they’re the only thing that feels like an escape.

My hands don’t shake as I swallow them one by one.

I wonder if he’ll notice I’m gone.

𝐇𝐢𝐦 -

I should’ve answered her.

I should’ve noticed.

I should’ve been there.

These thoughts claw at my chest as I stand in the doorway, staring at the lifeless body of the girl I swore to love. The girl I left behind without even realizing it.

Her lips are slightly parted, her body unnaturally still. A crumpled piece of paper sits beside her, my name scrawled in her delicate handwriting.

My hands tremble as I pick it up.

"Heeseung,"

"I waited for you. I waited for so long, but you never came. I wanted to be enough for you, but I guess I never was."

"I’m tired. So, so tired."

"But I still love you."

"I hope you’ll remember me."

The paper falls from my fingers as a broken sob rips through my throat.

“Y/N… no, no, no—please—” I collapse beside her, shaking her shoulders, pressing my forehead against hers. Her skin is cold. Too cold.

I take her face in my hands, my breath shuddering. "I love you. I love you. Please, wake up, baby. Please."

But she doesn’t move.

She’s gone.

And I can’t take it back.

I can’t take back the missed calls. The unanswered texts. The times I turned away when she needed me the most. I was supposed to love her. I was supposed to take care of her.

But I didn’t.

And now, all I have left of her is an empty apartment, a letter, and a silence that I will never be able to escape.

«Masterlist || Introduction»

Taglist» - @strxwbloody

Warning -Spitting, slapping, spanking, degradation, choking, dumbification, rough handling, overstimulation, punishment, explicit content, reader crying from pain, soft aftercare

Note - MFNI (MINORS DO NOT INTERACT)/INTERACT AT YOUR OWN RISK/NSFW Content

Genre - Smut, BDSM, Rough Sex, Angst

Pairing - Dom!Sunghoon x Sub!femreader

Inspiration - Bad Girls Like You By TOBII

Word Count - 2k Words

You were desperate. Aching. The nights without Sunghoon had stretched endlessly, your body craving his touch, his presence, his dominance.

So here you were, sprawled across your shared bed, fingers buried between your thighs, whimpering his name into the empty room. You knew it wouldn’t compare to him—his hands, his voice, his cock—but you were too far gone to care.

What you didn’t know was that Sunghoon was home.

The door creaked open, but you were too lost in pleasure to notice. Not until a deep, dangerously low voice shattered your world.

"What the fuck do you think you're doing?"

Your body jolted. Your slick-covered fingers froze between your legs as your head snapped toward the doorway.

Sunghoon stood there, duffel bag in hand, jaw clenched, eyes dark with fury.

Your breath hitched. “S-Sunghoon—”

“Don’t fucking say my name.”

The bag hit the floor with a heavy thud. He was on you in seconds, towering over the bed, the weight of his stare making your stomach flip. "You just couldn’t wait, could you?"

Your body was trembling now. “I-I missed you,” you stammered. “I—”

A sharp slap landed on your thigh. You yelped, the sting burning through your skin.

“You missed me?” His fingers dug into your jaw, forcing your head up. "Then why the fuck were you touching yourself like a filthy little slut?"

You whimpered, trying to look away, but his grip was iron-clad. He didn’t let you escape.

“I—I’m sorry,” you whispered.

Sunghoon scoffed. "No, you’re not. But you will be."

Then he ripped the oversized shirt off your body—his shirt—leaving you bare beneath him. His fingers trailed down your slick folds, spreading them apart with a mocking smirk.

“Look at you,” he sneered. “So fucking wet. All from playing with yourself?”

You bit your lip, heat rushing to your cheeks.

Sunghoon’s eyes narrowed. "Answer me."

“…Yes,” you breathed.

A cruel smirk. "Pathetic."

Then his hand was on your throat, squeezing just enough to make your breath hitch. “Since you love touching yourself so much,” he growled, “let’s see how much you can take.”

And then he ruined you.

His fingers were merciless, slamming into you knuckle-deep, stretching you in a way your own hands never could. You writhed beneath him, but he pinned you down, forcing you to take it.

"So fucking greedy," he spat. "Do you even deserve my cock?"

“Y-Yes! Please—”

A sharp slap landed across your cheek. Your gasp was swallowed by his grip tightening on your throat.

“Greedy little thing.”

His hand fisted your hair, yanking your head back, and before you could even process it—he spat into your mouth.

“Swallow.”

You obeyed, throat working around his spit.

Sunghoon groaned. "Fuck, you're disgusting." He tore his belt from his jeans, and in one swift motion, he had your wrists bound above your head. “Since you can’t keep your filthy hands to yourself, I’ll make sure they don’t move.”

Then he slammed into you.

A scream tore from your throat as he stretched you open, no warning, no mercy. He was everywhere—his hands gripping your hips bruisingly tight, his cock filling you to the brim, his breath hot against your ear.

"Take it," he growled, "fucking take it."

Your mind was unraveling. You couldn’t think—couldn’t breathe—all you could do was sob and take everything he gave you.

He spanked you with each thrust, your skin burning under the impact. Slapped you whenever your eyes rolled back. Fucked you so hard your body convulsed beneath him.

“You’re so fucking dumb like this,” he mocked. “Can’t even talk, can you?”

You tried. You really did. But all that left your lips was broken babbling—nonsense mixed with moans and cries.

Sunghoon chuckled darkly. “That’s what I thought. My dumb little slut.”

His pace grew brutal, punishing. Your body was on fire. Every nerve ending, every inch of you was pushed to its limit.

You cried out as another orgasm tore through you. But Sunghoon didn’t stop.

Your body shook violently, tears spilling down your cheeks. It was too much. Too rough. You sobbed, whimpering, but Sunghoon only groaned in satisfaction.

“Crying?” he taunted. “Poor baby. What’s wrong? It’s too much?”

You nodded weakly, but he only grabbed your throat again, making you look at him.

“Too fucking bad.”

And then he thrust into you deeper, harder. Your cries turned to choked screams, your body convulsing beneath him.

“Fucking take it,” he growled. “This is what you wanted, wasn’t it?”

You didn’t know what you wanted anymore—you couldn’t think. All you knew was him.

He fucked you until your body gave out, until you were nothing but a whimpering, sobbing mess beneath him.

And then he finally stopped.

Sunghoon was panting, his body shuddering as he spilled inside you, filling you with everything he had. His grip loosened on your wrists, your body trembling beneath him.

And then he saw the tears streaming down your cheeks.

His eyes softened instantly.

“Shit,” he muttered. “Baby… look at me.”

You hiccuped, body still shaking, barely able to move. Sunghoon cupped your cheek, thumb wiping away your tears.

“Did I go too hard?” he asked quietly, voice no longer laced with dominance—only concern.

You sniffled, your body still thrumming with pain and overstimulation.

He sighed, guilt flickering in his gaze. He leaned down, pressing a soft, lingering kiss to your forehead.

“I’m sorry, baby,” he whispered. "I was too rough."

His hands—the same hands that had just punished you so ruthlessly—were now gentle, tracing soft patterns against your skin. He kissed your cheek, then your temple, whispering soft apologies between each press of his lips.

“You did so well for me,” he murmured. “Such a good girl.”

You exhaled shakily, nuzzling into his touch.

Sunghoon sighed again, pulling you into his chest, stroking your hair as your body still trembled against him.

“I got you, baby,” he murmured, voice tender now. “I got you.”

You were his, his bad girl.

«Masterlist || Introduction»

«Taglist» - @strxwbloody

Warning - Explicit content, rough play, intense chemistry, possessive behavior

Note - MDNI (MINORS DO NOT INTERACT)/Interact At Your Own Risk/NSFW Content.

Genre - Smut, Romance, Action

Pairing - Niki x FemReader

Inspiration - Rodeo by lah pat

Word Count - 1k

The bass of the club thumped through your veins, vibrating in your chest as the air thickened with heat, sweat, and desire. The neon lights painted the scene in hues of red and gold, bodies grinding together like sin itself had taken form.

But none of them mattered.

Because his eyes were on you.

Nishimura Riki sat in the VIP section, spread out like he owned the damn place, gold chains glinting against his dark skin, a slow smirk playing on his lips as he sipped his drink. He was watching you like a predator, like he had already decided how this night would end.

You didn’t make him wait.

Sashaying through the dance floor, you made sure he saw every roll of your hips, every teasing flick of your tongue against your lips. By the time you reached him, he didn’t waste a second—grabbing your wrist, pulling you into his lap with a rough tug.

"You came to put on a show, or you gonna let me have you?" His voice was deep, thick with heat as his hand slid up your thigh, fingers teasing the edge of your dress.

Your breath hitched. "Depends. Can you keep up, Riki?"

His grip tightened, and before you could blink, he was dragging you through the back hallway of the club, pushing past velvet curtains and hidden doors until your back hit the cold surface of his private suite door.

"You talk too much," he muttered before his lips crashed into yours, all heat and hunger. His tongue pushed past your lips, claiming your mouth as his hands roamed—greedy, possessive, already tugging your dress up as his knee pressed between your thighs.

You gasped as he rocked against you, the hard bulge in his jeans making your body tremble in anticipation.

"Feel that?" he murmured against your neck, biting just enough to make you whimper. "That’s what you do to me."

"Then do something about it," you shot back, grinding against him just to feel him shudder.

Riki let out a dark chuckle before spinning you around, pressing you face-first against the door. His hand slid under your dress, fingers skimming over your soaked panties.

"Already so wet for me?" His breath was hot against your ear as he slipped a finger inside, teasing you with slow strokes. "You’re shaking, baby. Thought you said you could handle me."

You moaned, pressing back against him. "Stop teasing, Riki—"

A sharp smack against your ass cut you off, making you jolt.

"Don’t tell me what to do," he growled.

Before you could catch your breath, he was yanking your panties down, fingers rubbing slow, torturous circles over your clit. Your knees threatened to buckle, but his other hand wrapped around your throat, holding you up.

"You wanted to ride, huh?" he murmured, nipping at your jaw as he freed himself from his jeans, thick and hard against your bare skin. "Then take it."

He didn’t give you time to think before he pushed inside—deep, stretching you open with one slow, punishing thrust. Your cry was swallowed by his lips as he groaned into your mouth, hands gripping your hips like he never wanted to let go.

"Fuck, you feel so good," he hissed, pulling back before slamming into you again, harder this time.

The rhythm he set was wild—rough, relentless, just like the pulsing music outside. His grip was firm as he fucked you against the door, each thrust sending pleasure spiraling through your veins. His name spilled from your lips like a prayer, your nails clawing at the surface for anything to hold onto.

"That’s it, baby," he groaned, voice thick with need. "Ride it. Take it all."

Your walls clenched around him, his hand slipping between your legs to rub your clit in tight, teasing circles. The pressure built fast, heat coiling in your stomach as he fucked you like he owned you, like he’d never let you forget this night.

"Riki—fuck, I’m gonna—"

"Come for me," he demanded, snapping his hips harder, his grip bruising. "Come all over my cock, baby."

And when you did—when the pleasure shattered through you, your body trembling against him—he groaned, burying himself deep inside as he followed, spilling into you with a low, guttural moan.

For a moment, all that existed was the sound of your heavy breathing, the distant thump of the club music, and the way he held you against his chest like he wasn’t ready to let you go.

Then, he chuckled, low and dark. "Damn, baby. You really can keep up."

You smirked, breathless. "Told you."

But the way he pulled you back for another heated kiss told you—this rodeo wasn’t over yet.

«Masterlist || Introduction»

«Taglist» - @strxwbloody

Warning - Heavy BDSM themes, overstimulation , double penetration, oral (both receiving and giving), face-fucking, rough sex, degradation, praise, crying from pleasure, mild aftercare.

Note - MDNI (MINORS DO NOT INTERACT)/Interact At Your Own Risk/NSFW Content

Genre - Smut, PWP, Overstimulation, Friends-to-Lovers (NSFW)

Pairing - Dom!Ni-ki x Dom!Jungwon x Dom!Sunoo x Sub!Fem!Reader

Inspiration - This Is For My Babe - 🥀, Middle Of Night By ELLEY DUHÉ

Word Count - 3k Words

The night started innocently enough—a casual movie night at your apartment with your three best friends. Ni-ki, Jungwon, and Sunoo had sprawled out on your couch, teasing and joking as you all watched some mindless film. But the moment you shifted on Jungwon's lap, his hands gripping your waist a little tighter, something shifted in the air.

It was Ni-ki who made the first move, his sharp gaze catching yours as he leaned in. "You keep squirming like that, sweetheart, and we might have to do something about it."

Sunoo, always the one to escalate things, let out a hum. "She wants it. Look at her," he mused, fingers tracing up your bare thigh, his touch featherlight but enough to make you shiver. "You always play so innocent, but we know better."

Your breath hitched as Jungwon’s hands slid beneath your oversized hoodie, his calloused fingers caressing your stomach before moving higher, brushing the underside of your breasts. "Think she can handle all three of us?" he murmured, lips grazing your ear, voice dark with intent.

Before you could answer, Ni-ki was already pulling you onto his lap, his thick thigh pressing between your legs, forcing a gasp from you as the friction hit just right. "Let's find out."

Jungwon smirked as he suddenly stood up, effortlessly lifting you into his arms. "Bedroom. Now," he commanded, carrying you down the hallway as Ni-ki and Sunoo followed closely behind, their eyes dark with lust.

The moment you were placed onto the bed, the three of them surrounded you, their hands roaming your body with unspoken coordination. Ni-ki gripped the hem of your hoodie, tugging it over your head in one swift motion, leaving you in just your thin bralette. Sunoo’s fingers danced along your stomach, slipping under the waistband of your shorts, teasing you as he slowly dragged them down, revealing your damp panties.

Jungwon leaned down, his mouth trailing along your neck as he whispered, "You’re already soaked, sweetheart. So desperate for us."

Ni-ki’s lips crashed against yours, his tongue dominating the kiss as Sunoo pulled your panties down, exposing your dripping core. A low groan left Jungwon’s throat as he spread your thighs apart, his fingers immediately delving between your folds, gathering your wetness before sliding two fingers in without warning.

"Fuck, look at her take it so easily," Sunoo chuckled, his hands pushing your knees further apart, completely exposing you to them. "Such a needy little thing."

Ni-ki wasted no time, his fingers replacing Jungwon’s as he set a brutal pace, curling inside you just right, his other hand pressing against your stomach to hold you in place. "Count for us, sweetheart. Let’s see how many times we can make you cum tonight."

Your first orgasm crashed over you within minutes, your back arching as a choked moan left your lips. But they didn’t stop.

Jungwon replaced Ni-ki’s fingers with his mouth, his tongue flicking over your sensitive clit while Sunoo slipped a single finger inside you, stretching you further. "That’s one," Ni-ki murmured, watching as your body trembled beneath them. "Six more to go."

Sunoo’s fingers moved faster, pressing against that sweet spot that made your legs shake. "Number two is coming, baby. Be good and give it to us."

A scream tore from your throat as another orgasm ripped through you, but they were relentless. Ni-ki pressed your wrists above your head, keeping you completely at their mercy. Jungwon's mouth latched onto your nipple, sucking and biting just enough to make you whimper.

By the fourth orgasm, you were a sobbing mess, tears slipping down your cheeks as overstimulation took over. "I c-can’t," you gasped, body trembling.

"Oh, you can," Jungwon chuckled darkly, flipping you onto your stomach. "You’re ours tonight, and we’re not stopping until you’re ruined."

Ni-ki entered you first, his thick length stretching you wide as he bottomed out with a groan. "So fucking tight," he growled, gripping your hips as he started thrusting at a relentless pace.

Sunoo was next, his cock pressing against your lips. "Open up, sweetheart," he cooed, tapping the head against your swollen mouth. You obeyed, taking him in as best as you could, gagging when he pushed deep into your throat.

Jungwon watched with hungry eyes before positioning himself behind you, his fingers rubbing your overstimulated clit. "Ready for number five, baby?" he taunted, pressing a third finger inside you alongside Ni-ki’s cock, the stretch making you cry out.

Your fifth orgasm was violent, your body convulsing as they coaxed more and more pleasure from you. Ni-ki groaned, feeling you tighten around him. "Gonna cum already? Fuck, you feel so good."

Sunoo pulled out of your mouth, stroking his cock as he watched you unravel. "She’s falling apart. So fucking pretty when she cries."

Jungwon smirked, finally pressing his cock against your entrance alongside Ni-ki. "Let’s see if you can handle both of us."

You screamed as they both filled you, the stretch unbearable yet so addicting. "That’s six," Ni-ki grunted, gripping your throat as he fucked you deeper.

Sunoo groaned, fisting himself faster. "Wanna cum all over that pretty face."

Your seventh orgasm hit you like a truck, your body going completely limp as pleasure swallowed you whole. Ni-ki cursed, his hips stuttering as he finally came deep inside you, filling you up. Jungwon followed soon after, his warmth flooding you as he groaned against your ear.

Sunoo stroked himself a few more times before spilling his release all over your flushed face, groaning as he watched the mess drip down your chin. "Fuck, you look ruined."

They didn’t move for a moment, catching their breaths as you lay beneath them, completely wrecked. Ni-ki leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to your lips. "You did so good, baby."

Jungwon gently cleaned you up, wiping away Sunoo’s release before pulling you into his arms. "We should have movie nights like this more often."

You barely had the strength to respond, but the way you melted against them said enough.

«Masterlist || Introduction»

«Taglist» - @strxwbloody @enhalusional

Warning - Emotional conflict, tension, personal struggles

Note - SFW Content

Genre - Angst, Romance

Pairing - Jungwon x FemReader

Inspiration - Just A Little Bit By ENHYPEN

Word Count - 1.5k Words

Jungwon had always been the leader everyone admired. He was the one who stood tall, always composed, always in control, both on and off the stage.

He had perfected the art of being an idol — charming, charismatic, confident, and flawless in every movement. But nobody knew that underneath the mask, he was lost.

The weight of perfection pressed down on him every day. Each smile was a performance, each word carefully chosen, each step calculated.

His fans adored him, his members relied on him, and his company expected nothing short of excellence. But who was Jungwon when the lights dimmed and the music stopped?

The only person who ever saw past the mask was you, his closest friend. You’d known him long before the fame, long before the cameras captured every moment of his life.

You had been with him through it all — the hours spent practicing in silence, the late-night talks when his guard was down, and the times he would admit, in soft whispers, that the weight was sometimes too much to bear.

Despite being an idol, he had always leaned on you — his constant, his anchor. But over time, something shifted. The friendship grew deeper.

The quiet moments shared between you both began to carry weight. But Jungwon was terrified. He couldn’t let go of the mask. He couldn’t let anyone see how broken he was on the inside, not even you.

One evening, after a particularly grueling schedule, you found Jungwon alone on the balcony of your dorm. The cold night air swept across the city, but it didn’t seem to faze him.

His eyes were distant, staring at the skyline as if he were looking at something beyond it.

“Jungwon…” you said softly, stepping closer to him. “Are you okay?”

He didn’t answer at first. His gaze remained locked on the horizon, as if trying to find something, anything, that would anchor him in the moment.

“You don’t have to pretend anymore,” you continued, your voice steady despite the concern creeping into your chest. “I see through you, Jungwon. You don’t have to wear the mask around me.”

Finally, he turned to face you, his eyes tired but warm. But even now, the mask was there — the smile, the calm expression, the leader that everyone knew.

But you saw the cracks, the way his hands shook ever so slightly, the way his lips were pressed into a thin line.

“I’m fine,” he said, his voice betraying none of the turmoil he was feeling inside.

But you weren’t fooled. You knew him better than anyone, and you could see the way he was unraveling.

The pressure of it all was suffocating him, and he didn’t know how to escape it.

The thought of breaking down in front of you terrified him. He had to be strong. He had to be perfect.

“I can’t,” he whispered, the words barely escaping his lips. “If I’m not perfect, I’ll lose everything. I’ll lose my members, I’ll lose the fans, and I’ll lose you.”

The last part stung more than he expected. His heart ached at the thought of losing you, of pushing you away because of the mask he wore. But he had been doing it for so long, he didn’t know how to stop.

“Jungwon,” you said softly, your fingers brushing over the back of his hand, “you’ve never lost me. And you won’t. But you can’t keep carrying this on your own.”

Tears welled up in his eyes, and for the first time in what felt like forever, Jungwon allowed himself to feel.

He let the mask slip fully, his shoulders slumping as the weight of everything he’d been carrying for so long came crashing down on him.

“I’m so tired, (Y/N),” he confessed, his voice breaking. “I’m exhausted from pretending, from keeping it together. But I don’t know how to stop.”

Without another word, you wrapped your arms around him, pulling him into a tight embrace.

He buried his face in your shoulder, feeling the warmth of your comfort seep into him. In that moment, the walls he had built around himself came crumbling down.

He didn’t have to be perfect. He didn’t have to pretend to be strong. Not with you.

“I’m here, Jungwon,” you whispered, your fingers gently stroking the back of his head. “And I’m not going anywhere.”

The world didn’t stop spinning, and the pressures didn’t disappear. But for the first time in a long while, Jungwon felt like he could breathe.

In your arms, the mask was gone, and he was just Jungwon — the boy who was loved, who was seen, who was enough.

As the days passed, Jungwon began to open up more, shedding the weight of the expectations he had placed on himself. He wasn’t perfect.

But with you by his side, he didn’t need to be. You loved him, flaws and all.

And as your relationship deepened, you both realized that love wasn’t about perfection.

It was about being seen for who you truly were underneath the mask.

«Masterlist || Introduction»

«Taglist» - @strxwbloody

Warning - Degradation, spanking, spitting, choking, orgasm denial, exhibitionism, rough sex, overstimulation, crying kink, aftercare

Note - MDNI (MINORS DO NOT INTERACT)/Interact At Your Own Risk/NSFW Content.

Genre - Smut, BDSM, Angst, Power Play

Pairing - Sugarbaby!Sunoo × SugarMommy!FemReader

Inspiration - Red Lights By HYUNJIN & BANGCHAN From SKZ

Word Count - 1.8k words

The apartment was silent when you stepped inside, the rhythmic click of your heels against polished floors the only sound. You had expected Sunoo to be waiting like a good boy—kneeling by the couch, or curled up in bed, ready to greet you.

Instead, soft, breathy whimpers filled the air.

Your brows lifted slightly as you followed the sound, amusement flickering in your eyes before it darkened into something sharper.

There he was.

Sprawled across the silk sheets, his delicate body flushed and trembling. His thighs were parted, his hand wrapped tight around his aching cock. His other hand teased at his nipple, breath coming in uneven pants, completely lost in pleasure.

He hadn’t even heard you enter.

Leaning against the doorway, you crossed your arms and let your voice slice through the thick haze clouding his mind.

“Sunoo.”

The reaction was instant.

His entire body jerked as if electrocuted, eyes flying open in horror. He scrambled upright, fingers twitching—caught between the instinct to cover himself and the knowledge that doing so would only make things worse.

Slowly, you stepped inside, deliberate and unhurried, letting your gaze drag over his bare skin. "You really thought you could touch yourself without my permission?"

Sunoo swallowed hard, his breath shaky. “I—I just missed you,” he stammered, voice barely above a whisper. “I tried to wait, but—”

“But you have no self-control,” you finished coolly, tilting your head. “What a shame.”

His body betrayed him—his cock twitching against his stomach, so pathetically needy.

You took a seat on the edge of the bed, your presence looming over him. “Since you were so desperate,” you mused, voice laced with mock sympathy, “go ahead.”

Sunoo’s breath hitched. “W-What?”

“Touch yourself,” you ordered, tone sharp. “Right now. In front of me.”

Humiliation bloomed across his pretty, flushed face. But his desperation was unmistakable.

He hesitated for only a moment before his shaky hand drifted back down.

“Good boy.”

His fingers wrapped around himself again, strokes slow and tentative at first—teasing, unsure. But under your unrelenting gaze, his movements grew bolder. His breath hitched, hips stuttering into his palm.

“Faster.”

He whined but obeyed, pumping himself harder, faster. His moans filled the room, rising in pitch, growing more desperate as he teetered on the edge.

And just as he was about to fall over—

“Stop.”

A broken sob tore from his throat as his hands immediately dropped to his sides, his cock twitching pathetically, aching for release. Tears welled up in his pretty, doe-like eyes.

"P-Please," he gasped, thighs quivering.

You gripped his chin, tilting his face up to meet your gaze. “Look at you,” you murmured, amusement curling at the edges of your tone. “So desperate. So pathetic.”

Sunoo whimpered, his entire body shuddering at the words.

You leaned in, lips ghosting over his own. “Open your mouth.”

Without hesitation, he parted his lips.

You spit into his mouth, watching with dark satisfaction as his breath hitched.

“Swallow.”

His throat bobbed as he obeyed, gaze glassy with submission.

“Good boy.” You pushed him onto his back, hovering over him, your presence consuming. “Since you're so desperate, let me remind you who you belong to.”

And then you ruined him.

You took your time—dragging him through the sharpest edges of pleasure and pain, making him beg, making him cry. He writhed beneath you, overwhelmed, sobbing as you denied him again and again, teasing him until he was nothing but a trembling wreck.

"You wanted to get off so badly," you taunted, nails digging into his thighs as he whimpered beneath you. "But now? Now you can barely handle it, can you?"

He shook his head frantically, tears slipping down his flushed cheeks. "I—I’m sorry," he choked out. "Please—"

"Please, what?" You leaned down, fingers wrapping around his throat, applying just enough pressure to make his breath stutter. "Tell me exactly what you want, baby."

Sunoo sobbed, hips rutting up against nothing. "I—I wanna cum," he pleaded, voice breaking. "Please—need it so bad, Mommy—"

Your grip tightened briefly before you released him, smirking as he gasped for air.

"You haven't earned it yet," you murmured, dragging your nails down his heaving chest. "Not until I've completely broken you."

And you did.

You rode him mercilessly, taking what you wanted until he was nothing but a trembling wreck beneath you. His voice was hoarse from screaming, his body weak from the way you used him. His hands fisted the sheets, knuckles white, his entire form wrecked and oversensitive.

“Shhh,” you cooed, tracing the tear-streaked planes of his cheeks with gentle fingers. “You’re almost there, baby. Just a little more.”

Sunoo let out a broken sob, his hips twitching, body barely able to take it. And then—finally—

“Cum for me.”

His orgasm ripped through him like a tidal wave, his entire body convulsing beneath you. He cried out, breath stuttering, tears slipping from his eyes as he came harder than he ever had before.

You let him ride it out, let him drown in the overwhelming pleasure until he was completely spent, shaking in the aftermath.

Only then did you finally relent.

His body still trembled as you gathered him into your arms, his breath uneven, his skin damp with sweat. You pressed soft kisses along his temple, fingers stroking through his messy hair as he melted into your warmth.

“You did so well, sweetheart,” you murmured, voice softer now. “Such a good boy for me.”

Sunoo whimpered, hands weakly grasping at you, as if afraid you’d disappear. His body still shook, but the tension was fading, replaced with something warmer, safer.

You ran your fingers through his damp hair, rocking him gently. “I’ve got you,” you whispered. “Just breathe, baby. I’m here.”

His breathing slowed, his small frame relaxing against yours. His fingers curled into your shirt, clinging to you like you were his only anchor in the world.

And you let him hold on, let him sink into your comfort.

Because no matter how hard you broke him, Sunoo was always yours to ruin—and yours to put back together.

«Masterlist || Introduction»

«Taglist» - @strxwbloody

Warning - This story contains extreme A/B/O dynamics with feral, rut-driven alphas overpowering their omega. There is dub-con/non-con, forced mating, knotting, excessive overstimulation, and deep bite marks that draw blood. The alphas are aggressive, merciless, and fully consumed by their instincts, using their omega purely for pleasure and breeding. There’s also choking, manhandling, degradation, forced submission, and no aftercare. Reader is crying, shaking, overstimulated to the point of exhaustion, and left completely ruined. Pain is treated as pleasure, and the alphas do not stop, no matter how much she begs. This is not a soft or loving portrayal of A/B/O—this is primal, brutal, and merciless. Read at your own discretion.

Note - MDNI (MINORS DO NOT INTERACT), Interact At Your Own Risk, NSFW Content

Genre - Dark Smut, Werewolf AU

Pairing - Alpha!Jay x Omega!FemReader x Alpha!Sunghoon

Inspiration - Requested By anon - 🫧, Animals By Maroon5

Word Count - 2.3 K Words

𝘞𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘔𝘰𝘷𝘦, 𝘖𝘮𝘦𝘨𝘢

You barely made it to the door before a hand wrapped around your throat, yanking you back.

A scream tore from your lips, but it was useless. Jay and Sunghoon were in rut. Their instincts had taken over, their rage palpable in the thick, suffocating air of the den.

“You fucking ran from us?” Sunghoon hissed against your ear, his grip bruising as he shoved you forward. You barely had time to catch yourself before Jay grabbed your waist, throwing you onto the bed like a ragdoll.

You scrambled back, fear mixing with something darker as two sets of glowing gold eyes stared you down. Their scents—**musk, dominance, need—**clouded your mind, making you dizzy.

Jay stalked toward you first, his fangs bared. “We should punish you for that.”

Sunghoon growled, gripping your ankle and yanking you toward him. “No,” he said, voice dripping with menace. “We will.”

Your whimper was cut off when Jay’s claws ripped your dress to shreds, leaving you bare beneath them. The cold air sent a shiver down your spine, but their burning touches quickly replaced it.

Sunghoon clicked his tongue, fingers spreading your slick folds apart. His eyes darkened as he watched your hole clench around nothing. “Look at this,” he murmured, dragging two fingers through your wetness before shoving them into your mouth. “Fucking soaked already.”

You choked, tasting yourself on his fingers, but Jay was already positioning himself behind you. One strong hand tangled in your hair, yanking your head back. His breath was hot against your throat.

“You’re our omega. We’ll fucking ruin you.”

And then he thrust in—brutal, unrelenting, tearing you open.

A scream ripped from your lips as Jay speared into you, forcing you to take every inch of his cock. The stretch was unbearable, your body shaking from the sheer force of it.

Sunghoon’s fingers gripped your jaw, forcing your teary eyes up to his. “You can take it,” he growled. “You were made for us.”

Your sobs were muffled as Sunghoon shoved himself into your mouth, forcing you to choke around his length. The intrusion burned, but he didn’t care—he held you there, using your throat like it was his right.

“Fuck,” Jay grunted, his claws digging into your hips as he pounded into you, ignoring your cries. His knot was already swelling, stretching you too much, too deep, too full.

Your body convulsed, overstimulated already, but they weren’t stopping.

Bite.

Jay’s fangs sank into your shoulder, the sharp pain making you cry out—but Sunghoon only groaned at the vibrations. His grip on your hair tightened, and he thrust deeper down your throat, fucking your mouth raw.

“Crying already?” Sunghoon mocked, watching the tears spill down your cheeks. “We’re just getting started, pup.”

Jay’s knot swelled inside you, locking him deep. Your body went rigid as heat spread through your core, his seed flooding your womb. But before you could even catch your breath, Sunghoon pulled out of your mouth with a wet pop.

“Flip her over,” he ordered.

Jay grunted, lifting you effortlessly, his knot still inside you, forcing you onto your back. Your whimpering protests were ignored—Sunghoon was already lining himself up with your untouched hole.

“W-Wait—” your voice cracked.

But he didn’t.

One brutal thrust and Sunghoon buried himself inside, forcing you to take both knots at once.

Your scream was wrecked, pure agony and pleasure twisting together into something unbearable. The stretch was blinding, splitting you apart, your walls clenching helplessly around their cocks.

“Too much,” you sobbed, body shaking violently.

Jay snarled, gripping your jaw and forcing you to meet his eyes. “You can take it. You will take it.”

Sunghoon groaned as he bit down on your throat, a deep, bruising claim. “Omegas don’t get to say no,” he growled. “You’re ours.”

Jay grabbed your thighs and bent them forward, pinning you in place. The new angle made Sunghoon hit even deeper, forcing a broken sob from your lips.

Bite.

Sunghoon’s teeth tore into your shoulder again, sharp canines embedding into your flesh. The pain mixed with overwhelming pleasure, making your vision blur. They weren’t being gentle. They weren’t giving you a break.

They were fucking you through their ruts—using you, claiming you, breeding you.

Jay’s thrusts turned erratic as his knot pulsed again, more thick seed flooding your womb. But Sunghoon wasn’t done—his grip on your throat tightened, cutting off your air as he chased his own release.

Bite.

Your skin was covered in bite marks, deep and permanent. You’d be wearing their claims for weeks.

And then—Sunghoon slammed his knot inside, locking both alphas deep.

Your body convulsed, breaking apart as they stuffed you full. Heat bloomed inside you, both knots swelling, forcing their seed deeper into your womb. You sobbed, overwhelmed, overstimulated, shaking.

“F-Full,” you whimpered, barely able to form words.

Jay chuckled darkly. “Not full enough.”

Sunghoon smirked, grinding into you despite his knot keeping him locked. “Yeah, pup. You’re gonna take everything we give you.”

Your heat was just beginning.

And they had days to break you apart.

Over.

And over.

Again.

«Masterlist || Introduction»

Warning - Rough sex, dom/sub dynamics, spanking, degradation, choking, possessiveness, obsessive behavior, bruising, unsafe sex, car sex, power play, primal aggression, toxic relationship dynamics.

Note - MDNI (MINORS DO NOT INTERACT), Interact At Your Own Risk, NSFW Content

Genre - Smut, Dark Romance, Rivalry, Angst

Pairing - Top IllegalRacer!Sunghoon × Top IllegalRacer!FemReader

Inspiration - Teeth By 5SOS

Word Count - 1.8k words

The underground racing scene was a beast of its own—dark, chaotic, and thrumming with danger. The air reeked of gasoline and burning rubber, the roar of engines so deafening it rattled the pavement beneath your feet.

And in the heart of it all, you stood across from Park Sunghoon.

Your rival. Your obsession. The only one who had ever come close to matching you on the streets.

His gaze was razor-sharp, cutting through the thick tension between you. “Think you can actually beat me tonight, sweetheart?” he taunted, voice dripping with smug confidence.

You scoffed, arms crossed over your chest as you leaned against your car. “Please. Try to keep up.”

Sunghoon’s smirk widened, but his eyes burned with something darker—something dangerous.

The countdown began. The crowd roared.

Three… Two… One…

Engines screamed as you both launched forward, tearing through the streets, weaving between traffic like you were untouchable. The race was too close—too intense. Sunghoon’s car clung to yours, neither of you willing to back down, both of you pushing past every limit.

Then—

A sharp turn. A split-second miscalculation.

Your tires screeched as your car skidded violently, stopping mere inches from a barricade.

Your heart slammed against your ribs, adrenaline surging as you fumbled to rip off your seatbelt—only for your door to be wrenched open.

Sunghoon was there.

His grip was bruising as he dragged you out, shoving you against the car with a force that stole your breath. His jaw was tight, eyes blazing—furious, feral.

“What the fuck were you thinking?” he bit out, his voice raw with anger.

You met his glare, breathless. “I had it under control.”

“The hell you did.” His fingers locked around your wrists, pinning them above your head, his body pressing flush against yours. “You could’ve fucking died.”

Something electric crackled between you—sharp, intoxicating. His breathing was ragged, chest rising and falling in sync with yours.

Then he kissed you.

It wasn’t soft. It wasn’t sweet.

It was raw. Punishing. Teeth clashing, lips bruising, tongues battling for dominance.

Sunghoon growled into your mouth, biting down on your bottom lip before yanking your head back by your hair. “You like playing reckless, huh?” he rasped. “Let’s see if you can handle me.”

His hands were rough, yanking your jacket off and tossing it aside. He didn’t hesitate—fingers working the buttons of your jeans, dragging them down with force.

“You want this?” he asked, his voice edged with the control he was barely holding onto.

Your pulse thundered, every nerve in your body on fire. “Yes.”

That was all he needed.

Sunghoon spun you around, pressing your front against the hood of your car. One hand pushed between your shoulder blades, keeping you in place, while the other slipped between your legs.

“Already so fucking wet for me,” he muttered, sliding his fingers through your slick folds before shoving two inside without warning.

A gasp tore from your throat, but he didn’t let up. His fingers pumped into you relentlessly, curling just right, his thumb flicking over your clit in sharp, teasing strokes.

“You love this, don’t you?” he growled against your ear. “Being bent over like this. Being fucked like you belong to me.”

A moan spilled from your lips as you tried to grind back against his hand, but his grip on your hip was unforgiving.

“Stay still,” he ordered, voice dark with authority.

Then he pulled his fingers out, shoving them past your lips. “Suck.”

You obeyed. Tasted yourself on his skin, your eyes locked onto his as he watched you with something possessive, something primal.

Then—the sharp crack of his palm against your ass.

You gasped.

“Count,” he commanded.

“One.”

Another slap. Harder.

“Two.”

By the third, your legs were trembling, heat coiling low in your stomach.

Then—without warning—he pushed inside you, burying himself to the hilt in one sharp thrust.

“Fuck,” he groaned, his head dropping against your shoulder. “You’re so goddamn tight.”

You barely had time to adjust before he set a brutal pace, slamming into you with deep, punishing thrusts. The car rocked with the force, the sounds of skin slapping and your breathless moans filling the night air.

Sunghoon was relentless. One hand fisted in your hair, yanking your head back, forcing you to feel every inch of him stretching you open.

“This what you needed, baby?” he growled. “To be fucked into submission?”

You couldn’t speak—could only whimper as he pounded into you, each thrust harder, deeper, staking his claim.

“Say it,” he demanded, voice thick with dominance.

“Yes,” you gasped, nails clawing at the metal beneath you. “I needed this. I needed you.”

A low groan rumbled in his chest. His grip tightened as he leaned in, teeth grazing your shoulder before biting down—hard. “Good fucking girl.”

His fingers found your clit, rubbing harsh, deliberate circles, sending shockwaves through your body. The pleasure coiled tight, burning, building—until it snapped.

You came hard, body convulsing, walls fluttering around him, dragging him deeper. Sunghoon cursed, his thrusts growing erratic before he buried himself to the hilt, spilling inside you with a low, shuddering groan.

For a long moment, neither of you moved. Your body was spent, trembling, but Sunghoon didn’t let go.

Slowly, he turned you around, tilting your chin up, brushing his lips over yours in a slow, lingering kiss. “Next time,” he murmured, voice dark with promise, “you don’t run from me.”

Your breath hitched as he smirked, dragging his thumb over your swollen lips.

“This isn’t over, sweetheart.”

When love was obsessive, dangerous, and all-consuming—

Sunghoon’s love had teeth.

«Masterlist || Introduction»

Warning - Heartbreak, unrequited love, heavy emotional themes

Note - Interact At Your Own Risk, SFW Content

Genre - High School AU, Romance, Angst

Pairing - Jake x FemReader

Inspiration - Polaroid Love By ENHYPEN

Word Count - 2k Words

Love wasn’t supposed to feel like this.

It wasn’t supposed to be fleeting, a series of delicate moments captured in snapshots—beautiful in the present, only to fade with time. It wasn’t supposed to be one-sided, a quiet ache settling deep in your bones every time he smiled.

At you.

But never for you.

With Jake, love was like a Polaroid—intense, vibrant, breathtaking in the moment. But never meant to last.

The first time you met Jake Sim, it was raining.

You had forgotten your umbrella, standing at the front of the school as students rushed past, eager to escape the downpour. Just as you resigned yourself to the inevitable, a navy-blue umbrella appeared above your head.

"You’ll catch a cold like this," Jake’s voice was warm despite the chilly air.

You looked up, meeting his eyes for the first time—bright, kind, safe.

"Then what about you?" you asked, noticing the raindrops landing on his shoulder.

Jake only grinned. "I don’t mind sharing."

That was the beginning of it all.

Jake became a constant in your life after that. Walking you home, stealing your fries at lunch, sending you late-night texts that made your heart race.

"Did you finish the physics homework?"

"I found this song that reminds me of you."

"Can’t sleep. Let’s talk."

It was effortless with him, like you had always belonged in his world. The way he laughed when you stumbled over your words, the way he ruffled your hair whenever he saw you—each moment felt like something worth capturing.

So you did.

Your Polaroid camera became your closest companion, filling your bedroom walls with pictures of him. Jake, laughing at something dumb you said. Jake, holding up a peace sign at the arcade. Jake, grinning after a soccer match.

Jake, looking at you, mid-laugh, like you were the most interesting person in the world.

And maybe, in those moments, he loved you too.

But Polaroids don’t last forever.

At first, the change was subtle.

His replies became slower, his texts shorter. You told yourself it was just school stress, exhaustion—nothing to worry about.

Then, the signs became impossible to ignore.

Like when he canceled plans for the third time in a row, saying he was busy, only for you to see him at a café later that day—with someone else.

Or when he started walking another girl home, the same way he used to do with you.

Or when his smile, once reserved just for you, was now given so freely to someone else.

Still, you held onto hope.

Because he never said anything.

He never told you he didn’t feel the same way. He never told you that the late-night talks, the shared laughter, the quiet moments that felt so much like love—weren’t real.

So, you waited.

You waited for him to come back.

But he never did.

The weight of uncertainty became unbearable, pressing against your chest, suffocating.

So, one evening, under the dim lights of the school rooftop, you finally asked:

"Jake… what are we?"

He hesitated.

And in that silence, you already knew the answer.

"I… I don’t know," he admitted, running a hand through his hair. "I never really thought about it."

Your heart cracked. "Never?"

He sighed. "I care about you, Y/N. I do. But… not in the way you want me to."

Not in the way you love him.

Your fingers tightened around the Polaroid in your pocket—the one you had taken just moments ago, of him laughing, smiling, existing so effortlessly.

Suddenly, it felt heavier.

A cruel reminder of something that was never real to begin with.

You swallowed the lump in your throat and forced a smile. "I get it."

You didn’t.

But you wished you did.

Graduation arrived faster than you expected.

Jake stood on stage, radiant under the bright lights, flashing the same effortless smile he always had. You watched from the crowd, your Polaroid camera gripped tightly in your hands, debating whether you should take one last picture.

One final memory to hold onto.

And this time, you did.

You raised the camera, focused the lens, and pressed the shutter.

The photo developed in your hands, the image slowly coming to life. His smile, his bright eyes, the way he looked so happy.

So untouchable.

He didn’t see you.

He never really had.

The Polaroid felt like fire in your hands as you walked home, each step heavier than the last. By the time you reached your room, your fingers trembled as you pressed the picture against your chest, the weight of reality crashing down.

And for the first time, you let yourself cry.

You cried for everything that was never yours.

For every almost. Every maybe. Every unspoken word that would never leave your lips.

Because Jake was never yours.

And love—at least, the kind you had for him—was never meant to last.

It was just a fleeting moment.

A perfect, painful memory.

It was like a Polaroid love.

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Warning - Degradation, spanking, choking, oral (m & f receiving), overstimulation, bondage, dirty talk, tattoo kink, breeding kink, aftercare.

Note - MDNI (MINORS DO NOT INTERACT), Interact At Your Own Risk, NSFW Content

Genre - Smut, BDSM, Dom/Sub, Brat Taming

Pairing - CEO!Jay x Brat!FemReader

Word Count - 2k Words

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You had always been Jay’s princess. Spoiled with the finest jewelry, the most expensive clothes, and gifts that most could only dream of. Anything you desired, he provided. But in return, he expected one simple thing—obedience.

And yet, you were always a brat. Testing his patience, pushing his buttons, watching with amusement as that carefully controlled demeanor of his began to crack.

Just like now.

You sat on his lap, facing him, clad in nothing beneath your black silk shorts and mini shirt. You could feel the heat radiating from his body, his cock hardening beneath you as you shifted slightly.

Jay clenched his jaw, his fingers twitching against your waist as he fought the urge to tear those tiny clothes off and ruin you. But when you rolled your eyes at him, his patience snapped.

“You just love testing me, don’t you, slut?” he drawled, his voice low and taunting. “Love it when I fuck you dumb?”

Your lips curled into a smirk, fully aware of what was coming next. Yet, you still chose to push further.

“Love it when you rip my pussy apart, Daddy.”

Jay chuckled darkly. You were in for it now.

“Your wish is my command, princess.”

His hand landed on your ass, a sharp, punishing slap that had you gasping, the sting blooming across your skin.

“Now be a good girl and let me hear you,” he ordered, his tone leaving no room for argument. You nodded eagerly, like a desperate little thing waiting for its treat.

“Good whore,” he praised, a wicked smirk on his lips before fisting your hair, yanking your head back with a roughness that made you whimper. Your hands instinctively grasped at his shoulders, nails digging into his shirt.

With practiced ease, he ripped your shirt open, exposing your bare chest. Your nipples, already hardened, begged for his attention. But instead of touching you, he simply let his gaze devour you.

He let out a low chuckle at your pathetic attempts to grind against his clothed cock, your wetness already soaking through your silk shorts. Before you could move again, a sharp slap landed against your cheek.

“Desperate little thing,” he mocked, eyes darkening when he caught sight of the tattoos of his name inked on your inner thighs and neck. His. Marked and claimed in the most permanent way.

Jay grabbed his belt, swiftly tying your wrists behind your back before laying you down on the bed. His eyes darkened as he spread your legs apart, taking in the sight of your arousal dripping onto the sheets.

“You remember your safeword?” he asked, his fingers trailing teasingly along your thigh.

“R-red, Daddy,” you stammered, already trembling.

Jay leaned down, pressing a kiss to your forehead—a cruel contrast to what was about to come.

“You know I love you, right, princess?”

You barely had a chance to respond before he began undoing his shirt, revealing the sculpted muscles you loved so much. Your eyes dropped to the thick outline of his cock, straining against his pants.

Your pussy clenched at the mere sight. You were already aching, empty, desperate.

“J-Jay, need you, please,” you whimpered, your voice barely above a breath.

His smirk deepened.

“Gonna fuck you so good, you’ll forget your own name. The only thing you’ll remember is mine.”

With that, he spread your legs wider, exposing your swollen clit. The cool air against your slick folds sent a shiver down your spine.

Jay slipped a single finger into your soaked heat, easing in effortlessly. Then a second. Then a third.

“F-fuck,” you moaned, arching off the bed. His fingers worked ruthlessly, curling against that sweet spot inside you, while his thumb circled your clit. But the worst was his mouth—his sinful, skilled mouth.

His lips wrapped around your clit, sucking harshly, tongue flicking over the sensitive bud with precision. Your thighs shook as the pleasure built, your body hurtling toward release.

“G-gonna cum, Daddy,” you sobbed, clenching around his fingers.

“Then cum, slut,” he growled before spanking your thigh, the sharp sting sending you over the edge.

You came with a scream, soaking his fingers, his mouth, the sheets beneath you.

Jay pulled his fingers out, admiring how they glistened with your cum before tapping them against your lips.

“Open.”

You obeyed, tongue lolling out as he shoved his fingers into your mouth. You sucked them clean, swallowing every drop before sticking your tongue out to show him.

He smirked.

Then, he spit into your mouth.

You swallowed obediently, eyes half-lidded, completely fucked out.

“Good girl,” he praised, gripping your tits harshly before trailing kisses down your body, stopping to press a possessive kiss against the tattoo of his name on your thigh.

Finally, he stood, pushing down his boxers.

Your breath caught.

His cock, thick and heavy, stood proudly before you, the tip an angry red, already leaking precum.

Even though you took him almost daily, you could never get used to just how big he was.

He grabbed your jaw, forcing your lips apart before thrusting into your mouth.

Tears pricked at your eyes as he stretched you wide, the head of his cock hitting the back of your throat. You gagged, but he only chuckled, fingers tangling in your hair as he fucked your mouth mercilessly.

Your left hand reached between your legs, rubbing at your clit desperately as Jay’s cock twitched against your tongue.

“Shit,” he cursed, before spilling his cum down your throat.

His hips stilled, but he held you there, forcing you to swallow every drop. When he finally pulled out, a string of saliva and cum connected your lips to his cock.

You came with a muffled whimper, fingers soaked in your own release.

Jay let out a satisfied hum at the sight of you—thoroughly wrecked, cock-drunk, completely his.

He scooped your trembling form into his arms, carrying you to the bathroom. The moment he set you in the warm bath, you broke, tears spilling down your cheeks.

He kissed them away.

“Shh, princess. You did so well,” he murmured, washing your body with the gentlest touch. Scrubbing you clean, whispering sweet praises into your ear.

Once he dried you off, he pulled one of his hoodies over your head—no underwear. Then, he carried you back to bed, replacing the soiled sheets before tucking you into his embrace.

You curled into him instantly, your body melting against his warmth.

Jay pressed a lingering kiss to your forehead.

“You are my heaven, my princess.”

And with that, you drifted into sleep, safe and cherished in his arms.

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Note - MDNI (MINORS DO NOT INTERACT), Interact At Your Own Risk, NSFW Content

Warnings: Degradation, Daddy Kink, Spanking, Slapping (Face & Breasts), Choking, Overstimulation, Handcuffs, Hair Pulling, Spitting, Breeding Kink, Rough Sex, Slight Pain Kink, Tears, Possessiveness, Dirty Talk, Aftercare

Genre - Smut, Rough Sex, BDSM, Established Relationship

Pairing - Husband!Heeseung x Wife!Fem!Reader

Word Count - 2k Words

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Tonight marked your first wedding anniversary with Heeseung.

Dressed in his favorite navy-blue mini dress, you waited eagerly for him to come home, a matching baby-blue lingerie set hidden underneath—chosen just for him. The soft hum of anticipation filled the air, and as the doorbell rang, your heart fluttered.

Opening the door, you were met with Heeseung’s radiant smile. In his hands, a bouquet of deep blue roses rested beautifully, but his expression shifted into a knowing smirk the moment his eyes traveled down your figure.

“Happy anniversary, my princess,” he murmured, pressing a tender kiss to your forehead as he handed you the flowers.

Stepping inside, he removed his shoes, and before you could react, he scooped you into his arms effortlessly. A gasp left your lips at the sudden contact, making him chuckle as he carried you to the couch. Settling you onto his lap, his lips found yours instantly, capturing them in a deep, intoxicating kiss. You responded just as eagerly, melting into his embrace.

His kisses trailed down to your neck, soft and teasing, making you tilt your head to grant him more access. You shivered as he left behind a trail of purplish marks, his warm tongue soothing over each one before pulling back slightly. His eyes darkened as they took in the sight of your dress.

“This looks beautiful on you, my love,” he whispered, fingers slowly tugging at the zipper, “but you’d look even better without it.”

As the zipper slid open, the dress pooled around your waist, revealing the delicate baby-blue lingerie he adored. A satisfied hum rumbled from his chest as he helped you remove the dress completely, his eyes roaming over you possessively.

“You wore this for me, didn’t you?” Heeseung asked, his lips pressing against your clothed nipple.

“Just for you, Hee,” you moaned, your body reacting instantly to his touch.

His fingers wrapped around your delicate throat, applying just enough pressure to make your breath hitch, your eyes rolling back in bliss. Moans slipped from your lips as he rubbed slow, teasing circles over your dampened panties, his touch precise and practiced. You clung to his shoulders, your body trembling under his control.

A wicked smirk played on his lips. “So wet already?” He tutted, voice dropping an octave. “You wanna take daddy’s cock, don’t you?”

Your eyes widened at the unexpected filthiness of his words. Heeseung had never spoken to you like this before.

Not missing your reaction, he chuckled darkly. “You thought I didn’t know about your little fantasies?” His thumb brushed over your clit, making you jolt. “All those filthy thoughts about me fucking you so hard you’d bleed while cumming?”

Heat rushed to your cheeks, embarrassment washing over you.

“Don’t act shy now, baby,” he murmured, his voice dripping with sinful amusement. “Because tonight, I’m making every single one of your fantasies come true.”

Before you could process his words, he effortlessly lifted you and tossed you onto the bed. Crawling over you, his hungry gaze locked onto yours before he reached for your bra and tore it off, the fabric discarded somewhere in the room. His hands immediately cupped your breasts, kneading the soft flesh with a greed that made your breath hitch.

His fingers pinched and twisted your sensitive nipples, eliciting a sharp cry from you—pain laced with pleasure. He smirked at your reaction before landing a sharp slap against your breasts, watching them jiggle beautifully from the impact.

“So perfect,” he murmured, lowering his head to bury his face between the valley of your breasts, licking and spitting on the places he desired.

Your body quivered beneath him, completely at his mercy. Just as you felt yourself slipping into a haze of pleasure, a sharp slap landed across your cheek, snapping you back to reality.

“So fucking gorgeous,” he muttered, his handprint lingering on your delicate skin.

Your panties were the next to go—ripped clean off, the fabric scraping against your sensitive skin. Heeseung lifted the ruined piece of lingerie to his nose, inhaling the sweet, intoxicating scent of your arousal before tossing it aside.

Spreading your thighs apart, he groaned at the sight of your glistening cunt.

“Such a pretty pussy,” he murmured before landing a sharp smack against your inner thigh, making you jolt.

Without warning, his tongue flicked over your clit, sending a jolt of pleasure straight to your core. Your back arched, hands gripping the sheets as he sucked greedily, drinking in your wetness. When his fingers slid inside you, curling just right, you nearly lost yourself.

He thrusted them with precision, coaxing moans and cries from your lips until you came apart, your release coating his fingers and lips. He licked you clean, savoring every drop before capturing your lips in a heated kiss, making you taste yourself on his tongue.

“You taste so fucking sweet, princess,” he groaned against your lips. “I wanna have your cum as my breakfast, lunch, and dinner.”

He pulled away, moving to the nightstand. The metallic clink of handcuffs made you shiver in anticipation. Smirking, he cuffed your wrists together before spanking your ass, the sharp sting making you gasp.

“Now, be a good girl and take daddy’s cock, okay?”

You nodded desperately.

Shedding his clothes, he revealed his painfully hard cock, the thick length twitching with need. Your mouth watered at the sight, but before you could admire it for too long, he aligned himself with your entrance and slammed inside in one swift motion.

A broken moan tore from your throat. Heeseung didn’t give you time to adjust—his pace was ruthless from the start, each deep thrust sending shocks of pleasure through your body. His hands found your breasts again, groping and squeezing as he fucked into you mercilessly.

His grip tightened around your wrists, guiding your hands to press against your lower stomach. “Feel that, baby?” he growled. “Feel my cock so deep inside you?” He pressed down, intensifying the sensation, making your eyes roll back.

The pleasure was overwhelming. You were already so close.

“Cum for me, slut,” he ordered, and as if on command, your body trembled violently, waves of ecstasy crashing over you.

But Heeseung wasn’t done. He flipped you onto your stomach, landing another sharp spank against your ass before tugging your hair back. His thrusts remained relentless, driving into you without mercy.

His pace stuttered, a deep groan slipping from his lips. “Gonna cum inside you—gonna fill you up, make you a mommy,” he growled. “Cum with me, baby.”

You shattered around him once more, your walls clenching down on his cock as he spilled inside you, filling you to the brim.

But he still wasn’t finished.

This time, he sat back against the headboard, pulling you on top of him. Holding your waist, he guided you to sink down onto his cock, making you ride him. Your legs trembled, exhaustion creeping in, but Heeseung didn’t let you stop.

His gaze was fixated on your bouncing breasts, his hands smacking them repeatedly, watching them jiggle at his mercy.

“T-too much, Hee,” you choked out, tears streaming down your face.

“No, whore,” he grunted. “You can give me one more. You will give me one more.”

And you did.

One final orgasm ripped through you, leaving you utterly spent. Heeseung flipped you onto your back one last time, thrusting into your overstimulated pussy with slow, tender strokes.

“Cum with me, princess,” he whispered, chasing his own release.

You both came together, bodies intertwined in pleasure. As he collapsed onto you, breathless and satisfied, he pressed a soft kiss to your forehead.

“I love you, my love,” he murmured against your skin.

And with his warmth surrounding you, you drifted into a blissful haze, completely and utterly his.

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