I Want A Part 2 Lol

I want a part 2 lol

texts with bestfriend!jake ♡

genre: bestie!jake x fem!reader // reader has a crush on jake but doesn't realize it until later // warnings: bad humor & angst & (heeseung cameo)

𝑳𝑰𝒁𝒁𝑰𝑬 𝑵𝑶𝑻𝑬'𝑺 anyone want a part 2? lol

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anonymous part thirty five - l.hs 18+

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(warnings: smut lol, use of the name puppy A LOT, unprotected sex, messy kissing, face fucking a tiny bit, inexperienced heeseung, whiny heeseung, fucking loser heeseung <3, cockwarming is eluded to at the end, multiple rounds, thats about it lol enjoy!)

You arrived home before Heeseung, deciding to shower quickly and make yourself look and feel more presentable for him. You’d only been out with Jake for a while, helping him with a bit of shopping, but you wanted to wash away the day before you saw Heeseung. You didn’t know why you put in so much effort, it was just dinner at home, but you felt like you wanted to impress him.

So you showered with your favourite strawberry body wash, remembering how Heeseung had commented how much he loved your lip gloss of the same flavour a few nights ago, and scrubbed yourself until you were soft. You found a strawberry scented moisturiser in your cupboard and lathered it on before getting dressed again. You didn’t wear anything too special, just some sweatpants and a cute little top, but you knew Heeseung would like it anyway. He liked you no matter what you wore.

You cooked something simple, a pasta dish that you knew he would like, before setting up the table cutely with a little candle. If he didn’t want to go out tonight then you’d at least make it feel like a second date, maybe he’d get a kiss again too.

“Y/N?” Heeseung kicked his shoes off at the door, still in his suit from the interview and holding a bunch of flowers. He knew it was cheesy, but he’d never been in the dating stage with someone before so he wanted to do it right. Even if that meant running around to multiple florists until he found some pink roses that matched the exact shade of the interior of your house.

“In here,” you called from the kitchen. “Perfect timing Hee, I just finished cooking.”

Heeseung held the flowers tightly, making his way into the kitchen where you were dishing up some food. It smelt so good and, even though he’d spent the last few hours working around food during his interview, his stomach growled loudly.

“I hope you’re hungry-“

You spun around, stopping once you saw him standing there quietly with the flowers clutched in his fist. A soft blush spread across his cheeks as he held them out towards you, allowing you to put the bowls down before taking the flowers from him.

“Flowers?” You smiled gently, “what’s all this for?”

Heeseung shrugged, becoming shy once again, “just thought you might like them, they match your colour scheme.”

You bit back the grin that threatened your lips, nodding at him before rushing around to grab a vase and some water to put them in, “thank you Hee, they’re super pretty.” You fiddled around a bit until they looked right, standing them on the dinner table so you could admire them as you ate.

Heeseung was still just standing there, he’d removed his suit jacket now and the sight of him in a white button down and tie was sending you insane. You finished putting things on the table, grabbing some wine for the both of you before turning back to him. He looked nervous, and for once you felt like you had the upper hand with him. For once he was more nervous than you in real life.

You tugged on his sleeve, prompting him to look down at you before you pressed a quick kiss to his lips, a mumbled thank you following, “let’s eat.”

You didn’t give him time to mull over it, instead pushing him down onto his chair and nudging the food towards him. Heeseung smiled brightly, twirling his fork in some pasta before taking a bite and humming at the taste.

“This is so good,” he said after a sip of wine. “Thank you Y/N.”

“You’re welcome, eat up yeah?” You replied, watching the way he enthusiastically ate your food. It felt stupidly domestic, eating with Heeseung after he’d been at work, and you thought that you could probably get used to this. You wouldn’t mind preparing dinner for him for when he finished work, setting the table with three seats so Jungwon could join. Your brain ran at a million miles an hour, thinking of all the scenarios that now felt so much more lovely with Heeseung. Hell, even doing laundry felt better knowing you washed his hoodies along with your own.

“So when do you start work?” You asked after you’d finished eating. You made small talk during the meal but Heeseung looked tired so you let him finish before you moved on.

“In a couple days’ time, they said they would email me my rota,” he drank the remainder or his wine before leaning back in his chair a little. “It’ll mostly be afternoons and evenings though, which sucks.”

“Why does that suck?” You asked, leaning your chin on your arms as you rested on your elbows. Heeseung’s bottom lip stuck out in a pout and you wanted so badly to tug the skin between your teeth.

“Because,” the whine in his voice caught you off guard, sending a shiver down your spine. “I won’t get to see you as much if I’m working in the evenings.”

You reached over the table, tugging on his hand until he let you tangle your fingers together, “you’ll see me in the mornings, and at night when we go to bed.”

“We?” His eyes were wide, innocently blinking at you.

“You know you’re more than welcome to sleep in my room now, Jungwon probably wants his own space,” you said. You’d been meaning to ask Heeseung for a while now, since your date, but it never felt like the right time. You also had no idea how to bring up the idea of him sleeping in your bed with you without making it a big deal.

“We’ll move out soon, I promise,” Heeseung rambled, a pink flush across his cheeks. “I just need to save a little more, then we can find our own place again.”

“Absolutely not,” you shook your head, squeezing his hand. “You can stay as long as you want Hee, I like having you guys here.”

Heeseung bit his lip and nodded softly, he liked staying with you so much and he knew Jungwon did too. He just didn’t want to overstay their welcome. But that was something to worry about another day, so instead he steered the conversation back onto you.

“I saw your Instagram post,” he mumbled, a blush once again forming. “Dinner with my mans?”

You groaned and threw your head back dramatically, “and what about it?”

Heeseung laughed, reaching over and tugging your chair closer to his so he could place his hands on your thighs. Occasionally Heeseung gained some confidence, enough so that he could make the first move, and he took that chance to lean forward and kiss you quickly.

“I wasn’t complaining,” he said against your lips, kissing you again. “I just wanted to make sure my eyes weren’t deceiving me.”

“They weren’t,” you replied, tilting your head back a little so it was easier for your lips to find his. Even sitting down, Heeseung towered over you. “I think you should just be my boyfriend now.”

What the fuck were you saying? Either the wine had gotten to your head or Heeseung’s lips were doing an amazing job at convincing you because you knew you meant every word you said.

“Y/N? Are you drunk?” He asked, pulling back with frantic eyes.

“Definitely not drunk,” you laughed. “Think about it, we live together, we go on dates, it’s obvious I’m obsessed with you. I think you should be my boyfriend, like officially. So we can do all this stuff, but with a label this time.”

Heeseung shook his head with a smile, mostly in disbelief but also because you were goddamn insane sometimes, “you’re not fucking with me, are you?”

You rolled your eyes, shifting in your chair to haul yourself onto Heeseung’s lap. One leg on either side of him, you straddled his thighs with your hands pressed onto his shoulders. Leaning down, you pressed your lips to his once, twice, before lingering them by his cheek.

“I’m being one hundred percent real right now,” you sighed. You kissed his cheek, moving your way down to his neck where he was the most sensitive and dragging your teeth along the skin there, “be mine?”

You didn’t know what it was about him, but you had to have him. You’d never begged a man to be yours before, they usually fell at your feet. But Heeseung turned you weak, he was truly one of a kind.

“Fuck Y/N,” Heeseung threw his head back to expose more of his throat to your lips as you kept teasingly running your tongue along there. “I’ve always been yours, you know that.”

“I want to hear you say it though,” you replied, pulling back from his neck to look into his eyes, wide and pleading. “Tell me or I’ll stop.”

Heeseung shook his head, he didn’t want you to stop, “I’m yours Y/N, I’ll be your boyfriend. I’m all yours I promise.”

And he deserved a reward for being so good, for listening to you so well. You kissed down his neck once more, stopping where you could feel the collar of his shirt and pulling away. You loosened his tie a little before popping open a few buttons, just enough so that you could expose some of his chest to your lips.

Heeseung’s whines only grew louder as you attached your lips to his collarbones, sucking small red marks along the skin that would be covered by his work uniform. No one would know except you. With one particularly hard bite against his skin, Heeseung let out a low moan, one that he had been holding in this whole time to avoid making himself look too needy. You wanted to cry, all this time you could’ve been making him feel good and you wasted it by distancing yourself.

But after hearing it in person for the first time, you knew you would be addicted to the sound. You took your time decorating the skin on his chest, undoing more buttons until he was entirely fucked out beneath you with his chest heaving.

“You look so pretty like this baby,” you said softly, undoing his tie completely and letting it fall to the floor. “I’ve imagined what you’d look like beneath me, think about it all the time.”

“Y/N,” Heeseung whined out desperately, bucking his hips up against where you were holding him down with your thighs. He was undeniably hard, you almost felt bad for teasing him so much. “Want you so badly, thought about this for months.”

“I know baby, you used you make yourself cum for me all the time. Do you remember that?” You teased, kissing his cheek and lingering your lips over the skin whilst he stuttered out a reply.

“Still do, never stopped,” he confessed. Something about the way you spoke so softly to him and riled him up so easily made him want to spill all his secrets. You bit your lip hard to stop yourself from moaning out loud at that, he knew how to drive you insane.

“What do you think about Hee,” your fingers worked on unbuttoning the last few on his shirt before letting it fall to the ground. His chest was littered with your marks now but you could see how he heaved out breaths, anticipating your next move. “Tell me everything so that I can make it happen for you baby. I think you deserve it for being such a good puppy for so long.”

“Oh my god,” he groaned and squeezed his eyes shut at the pet name. “I think about your lips all the time, need you to suck me off until I cum down your throat and your eyes are all teary. I think about fucking you over every surface so that each time you step into a room you’re reminded of how good my cock feels, need to cum inside you until you’re so full of me that you have no choice but to get fucking knocked up.”

You rolled your hips downwards at his words, getting yourself worked up just as much from listening to him. It was no secret that you’d thought about it too, especially recently. You wondered how well he’d fill you up, you’d wondered if he would let himself cum inside you, maybe even warm his cock inside you for hours until he woke up hard again and had to fuck you another time.

You’d imagined it all, and recently those imaginations had all been centred around the whining boy beneath you. The one you wanted to look after and adore. The one who looked at you like you were the most important thing in his life. You realised pretty soon that the only person you wanted to fuck from now on was Heeseung, no one else would never compare.

“Want to go to my room?” You asked against his skin, you didn’t want to wait any longer for him.

“Fuck, yes please,” he whined, hands still gripping your hips. You grabbed them before jumping up and pulling him with you. He stumbled after you as you excitedly led him to your room, his shirt and tie still lying strewn on the kitchen floor.

Tugging him into your room, you closed the door behind you and pushed him against the wood. Heeseung didn’t even have time to take in the fact he was finally seeing your cute little room before you had covered his lips with your own, your hands running up and down his torso.

“Can I suck you off?” You asked against his mouth, hands already fidgeting with the buckle of his belt. Heeseung nodded frantically, “words puppy.”

“Please, been waiting so long,” he responded, you felt him shiver at the feeling of your hands slowly dragging his trousers down his thighs, letting them pool at his feet.

“I know,” you pouted in fake sympathy, kneeling down in front of him. “You’ve been such a good boy for me recently, not fair I made you wait this long is it?”

Heeseung didn’t have a single coherent thought in his brain, all he could imagine was how your mouth was so close to his cock and you were yet to give him any relief.

You tried not to smile at how whiney he was, small pants leaving his mouth as he waited for you to do something. Anything. So you took pity on him, tugging his underwear off until he was completely naked in front of you, his cock slapping against his lower abdomen. And your imagination was right this time, Heeseung was fucking huge.

You reached up, wrapping a hand around him and almost whining yourself at how your hand hardly reached. Heeseung bit his lip hard, trying to quieten down his embarrassingly loud moans when you finally leant forward and licked the tip of his cock in experimentation.

“Taste so good baby,” you said, lips brushing his cock before letting your mouth swallow him down as far as you could go. Heeseung didn’t know what he expected, but he definitely wasn’t ready for you to shove his cock to the back of your throat in one go and he had to bang a fist against the wooden door behind him to stop himself from crying out.

You noticed this, using your free hand to grab his and guide it to your hair where he could tug on the strands. Heeseung placed both hands there, wrapping his fingers through your hair and gripping hard. The stinging sensation only added to how good it felt to have him in your mouth, letting him set the pace as he slowly fucked your throat raw. He was gentle, so much more so than what you were used to, and you let him make his own rhythm, just accommodating for his length as much as you could.

Letting go of his cock, you let your hands drop to his thighs as you pushed yourself against him enthusiastically. Spit pooled at the corners of your lips, dripping down onto your chin with each thrust of his cock. You looked up at him, eyes teary and his blunt cockhead hit the back of your throat. Heeseung caught your gaze, tugging his lip back between his teeth to bite back the whine that simmered in the back of his throat.

“Fuck Y/N, I’m going to cum if you keep going,” he groaned out, trying to tug you off his cock. “Please, fuck I’m close, wanna cum in you.”

And as much as you wanted to taste him so bad, and as much as you loved how well his cock filled your throat, you pulled off of him, a trail of spit connecting your lips to the tip of his cock. Heeseung breathed heavily, cupping your cheek with his hand and rubbing his thumb along your lip, smearing the spit over your skin.

“Did you like that puppy?” You asked, using his hand to tug yourself up to stand in front of him, hands on his chest. Heeseung nodded erratically, his mouth chased yours as he eagerly kissed you, numb lips pressing hard against you. There was a reason the nickname puppy seemed to fit for him, he was just as excitable and eager to please as one.

“God I’m obsessed with you,” Heeseung mumbled against your lips, pressing his forehead against yours as he caught his breath. His hands reached up top tug your shirt off, your sweatpants following quickly after until you were left in your underwear only. “You’re so good to me.”

“You deserve it Seungie,” you tugged him over to your bed, laying down and dragging him with you. “You going to fuck me now? Been thinking about it for so long.”

Heeseung fumbled around clumsily, impatient to remove your underwear so that he could finally see you in real life. And fuck, the real thing was so much better than seeing you over the internet on his tiny phone screen.

If it was anyone else, you’d be embarrassed by how wet you were. But with Heeseung you didn’t care, and the starstruck look in his eyes as he took in your cunt dripping for him was worth everything.

He reached out, dragging a finger up your cunt to collect your arousal before bringing it to his lips and sucking the digit. Heeseung really wanted to eat you out now that he’d had a taste. But that would have to wait for another time so you could teach him properly.

“Y/N,” he mumbled, a flush spreading over his cheeks suddenly as he took in your position. You were spread out underneath him, all it would take was one angled push and he’d be inside you. But Heeseung was inexperienced, he was nervous. You noticed the change in tone, reaching up to wrap your hands around his neck in an effort to soothe him.

“What’s wrong baby?” You kissed him gently, bringing his attention back up from your body to your face, “you can tell me, I’m not going to be mad.”

Heeseung nodded, leaning down a little closer to nose along your cheekbone as he tried to hide his blushed cheeks.

“I’ve never done this before,” he mumbled quietly. He didn’t know why he was embarrassed, he knew you wouldn’t care. But Heeseung didn’t want to compare himself to every other guy you’d slept with, because he knew he couldn’t perform like they could when this was the first time he’d gotten remotely close to fucking anyone. “I don’t want to disappoint you or something like that, because I’m probably not going to be half as good as anyone else you’ve been with.”

And although you were fucking dripping, waiting for Heeseung to fuck you senseless, your heart softened at his shy voice. Pulling him down closer to press him against your chest, you kissed him hard, hands tangling in his hair.

“I don’t care Hee, I don’t care about anyone else, yeah? All I care about is you, I’ll guide you through it,” you ran your hands down his back gently, feeling his cock grind against you softly. “It’ll be fucking amazing because it’s you, and that’s all that matters. We’ve got all the time in the world to do this, it doesn’t have to be perfect every time.”

Heeseung whined pathetically, rutting up against you until you could feel him become painfully hard against your thigh. You tugged his head up so he could look at you, his eyes wide, pupils blown.

“Need you so bad,” he said, any semblance of insecurity gone already. The need to feel your cunt around him clouded any coherent thought he’d ever had.

“You going to fuck me baby?” You said, angling your hips a little so that you could feel his cock nudging your pussy. Heeseung nodded, lip red raw from how hard he’d been biting it, and he pushed against you, your cunt swallowing him down with a mind numbing stretch.

He was so desperate that he bottomed out immediately, pulling you against his chest so tightly that you felt each and every inch of your body was completely overtaken by Heeseung. He rutted against you slowly, pushing his cock impossibly deeper until you felt him bulge in your stomach.

“Oh my god,” you moaned loudly, gripping his shoulders tight. “Fuck puppy, so fucking big.” That’s all you could manage to say, your brain was scrambled with incoherent thoughts of how well he was filling you up.

Heeseung pulled back a little before snapping his hips forward urgently, already close from being shoved down your throat a few minutes ago. His body had it’s mind of its own, he buried his head in your neck and grinded against you towards and orgasm that was fast approaching.

“Y/N,” he dragged his lips against your skin, licking and sucking marks there. Usually you would be mad, but marks from Heeseung were something you would wear proudly. “Feels so good, your pussy’s so good.”

You mumbled praises to him, shifting your hips upwards each time he pushed closer against you. The two of you were a tangle of limbs, small movements pushing Heeseung closer to emptying himself inside of you each time. Heeseung was a babbling mess, close to tipping over the edge any second.

“Puppy’s so good for me,” you praised, feeling how his thrusts were becoming less stable and more frantic. “Fucks me so well. You going to cum inside me Hee? Going to claim me as yours, yeah?”

Heeseung cried, real fucking tears tumbling down his face as he let his orgasm take over. A mumbled ‘I’m coming’ in your ear as he released inside you, still pushing his hips forward until you were sure the tip of his cock was bruising your insides. He shook with overstimulation, but it didn’t stop him from pressing close to you.

You let him calm down a little, stroking his hair softly whilst he kissed along your neck and chest repeatedly, muttering small praises about how good you felt and how much he liked you. Was it possible for him to become cuter after sex? Because he definitely became more endearing to you as you kissed the top of his head, his cock still nudged between your thighs. And even though you hadn’t cum, you felt the most satisfied you had ever been just from being stuffed full of his cock.

“You ok puppy?” You asked quietly, brushing back some of his hair from where it obstructed his eyes. Heeseung lifted his head a little, chin against your chest as he looked up at you.

“So good,” he breathed out. “Don’t wanna move, wanna fuck you again.”

You laughed softly, “you did so well baby, but aren’t you tired?” He was so eager to please, you felt like you could fall for him any second.

He nodded, eyes wide and glossy from the tears, “wanna make you feel good too though.” He leant up a little, arms on either side of you. As he moved you could feel him again, his cock still hard as it was nestled inside you.

“You’re still hard Hee?” You asked in disbelief, rolling your hips up against him.

He smiled shyly, dipping down to kiss you again, “let me make you feel good.”

And it wasn’t until after the third round that you both finally fell asleep, a tangle of limbs in your bed sheets as you snored away. Heeseung was wrapped around you, his cock still between your thighs because he’d complained about how much he missed the feel of your cunt when you even attempted to remove yourself from him. So you gave in, letting him fall asleep in your bed as you laid your head on his chest. The washing up could wait until the morning.

anonymous part thirty seven - l.hs 18+

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anonymous part thirty eight - l.hs 18+

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It took about a week before you found a suitable time to film with Heeseung. And since then he’d had plenty of practice, if you hadn’t known he was a virgin before then you’d have had no idea. You’d never tell Jay, but Heeseung definitely made you cum more times than him.

You’d finally decided on filming that day, Jungwon was at university all day until six in the evening and Heeseung wasn’t at work until later when he would only be needed for the dinner shift. That meant you had plenty of time with him to film, and Heeseung seemed even more excited than you were. But in all honestly, he was excited to fuck you every time, his enthusiasm never wavered.

“So what’s the plan?” He asked, lying on the sofa next to you with his head in your lap. Your hands automatically fell to his hair and began to play with it, prompting a contented sigh from your boyfriend.

Your boyfriend. It was going to take you a while to get used to that.

“I’m thinking we start off with something simple, nothing too kinky you know?” You brushed his hair from his forehead, it was starting to get long and fell in front of his eyes now, “do you want your face in the video? When Jay first started making videos with me he never had his face in them.”

“Don’t remind me,” Heeseung whined, pushing his head against your palm to make you continue your movements. “I only just forgot about the fact Jay got to fuck you before me, Sunghoon too.”

“Don’t be jealous,” you couldn’t help smiling at his obsessiveness. “You’re miles better than either of them, I make sure to tell them that every day as well.”

And if Heeseung felt a tiny spark of pride at that statement then he wouldn’t tell you that, he didn’t want to admit just how possessive he was. Maybe there was still a tiny part of him that was like Ethan still.

“We could do a blowjob video,” Heeseung said after some thinking. “I think for now I’d rather not have my face in it, plus I miss how good your mouth feels.”

It was still insane to you how Heeseung was a virgin when he knew exactly the words to rile you up. You nodded, eventually dragging him to your room and getting everything set up, your camera pointed at the bed and your second camera ready for Heeseung to hold facing down at you. You’d locked your bedroom door, even though you had at least five hours until Jungwon came home, you could never be too careful.

“You ready Seungie?” You asked, coming back from your wardrobe with a few outfit choices, “want to help me pick something to wear?”

Heeseung nodded, picking up a few pieces and looking through them. He came across the little white outfit you’d got all those months ago, the outfit that Ethan had bought for you. A wave of nausea hit him all of a sudden as he remembered how he had acted, how he’d felt, back then. He remembered how Jay had cum all over that outfit, ruining it to the point where you’d had to buy a new one. He placed the outfit down. He didn’t want to remember that.

Instead he picked a little black lingerie set, it was all lace and pretty sparkly material. Turning back to you with the garments in his hands, he took in the way that you had watched his every move, a small little smile on your lips.

You took the outfit and leaned in to kiss his cheek quickly, “whatever you’re thinking about, forget it. We’re here now, no point dwelling on the past.”

“You’re right,” he sighed, letting a smile come back onto his own lips. “It’s in the past.”

You went to get changed, instructing Heeseung to get comfy on the edge of the bed so that you could be sat on the floor. Just thinking about having his cock down your throat was enough to get you worked up, eagerly rushing back in to see him leaning back on his palms waiting for you, his eyes hooded and lazily tracking your movements. You didn’t think you’d ever seen someone as attractive as Heeseung, and he only proved it more and more each day.

“Come here,” Heeseung mumbled, patting his lap which you noticed was only covered by his thin underwear. He held out his arms for you, enveloping you onto his lap whilst your arms went around his neck.

You leant in, kissing him gently for a while and letting his hands roam around your waist and hips. You could feel him getting worked up underneath you, his cock pressing against you. Heeseung licked into your mouth, tugging your bottom lip between his teeth as he pulled back. In just a few weeks, Heeseung had become an even better kisser if that was possible. He never failed to render you speechless.

You pulled back fully before slipping off his lap, sinking to your knees in front of him. If he wasn’t about to film you, he would’ve cum right there and then at the visual of you on your knees.

You put your hands on his knees, running them up his thighs until you reached his underwear, tugging them off of him so that his cock sat in front of you. It took everything in you not to take him into your mouth before he’d turned the camera on.

Heeseung grabbed the handheld camera, pointing it down at you so that your body and his lower half was in the frame. You smiled up at him before getting into character, filthy phrases leaving your lips as you talked to whoever would be watching it. Heeseung tried to stop himself from moving too much, but the way your fingers danced over his thighs was riling him up more.

“Wanna suck your cock so bad,” you whined, cheek pressed to his thigh. You widened your eyes, batting your eyelashes obnoxiously, “can I? Please?”

You’d told Heeseung he could speak in the videos but he knew as soon as he opened his mouth he would start begging, so instead he just nodded down at you, one hand threading into your hair to tug you closer to his crotch.

Taking his cock in your hands, you leant forward and licked up and down his shaft softly, tasting the precum that had collected there. Heeseung let out a shaky breath, giving a quick but harsh tug to your hair as an invitation to speed up. You took the hint, you knew he was impatient.

“Taste so good baby,” you kissed the head of his cock once more. “Want you to cum in my mouth, need it so bad.”

You swallowed him down, letting go of his cock to hold his thighs instead. You’d grown accustomed to his size now, easily taking him as far as you could and choking a little around him. Heeseung was easily the biggest you’d taken, but like the good girl you were, you took it all.

“Fuck baby,” Heeseung whined, thrusting up to meet your lips. He struggled to keep the camera focused on you, hopefully the footage from the other camera would be enough because he was way too focused on the feel of your throat tightening around him rather than the filming.

You pulled off for a moment, letting a string of spit connect your lips and his cock. Heeseung liked it messy, his thumb rubbed against your lower lip and smeared the spit across your cheek. You chased his hand with your mouth, sucking his thumb between your lips before letting him hook it into your cheek.

“Heeseung,” you sighed. You’d both agreed it would be fine to use his name in the videos, everyone knew who he was already anyway.

“C’mon baby,” he tugged on your cheek before removing his hand and returning it to your hair. “Be a good girl for me, yeah? Make me cum down that pretty throat.”

Heeseung ghosted his hand down to your neck, closing his fingers around it gently. You whined loudly, this was definitely new. And, fuck, you definitely liked it.

You returned to his neglected cock, worshipping him as you did your best to alternated between choking on him and using your hand to get him off. It didn’t take long, it never did with Heeseung, before he was coming down your throat with a chant of your name over and over. No matter how dominant he tried to be, he become putty in your hands, returning to his little submissive state.

Instead of pulling off, letting him cum on your face like you always had with Jay, you kept your mouth on him and swallowed every last drop until he all but pulled you away from him with a sensitive moan.

You stuck your tongue out at the camera, praises falling from Heeseung’s lips as he focused the video on how you proudly showed that you’d swallowed him all. A few mumbled phrases later and he’d ended the video, gathering you into his arms to tell you how good it was, how much he loved your lips. Aftercare with Heeseung was always the best, you let yourself be praised as he took you both to the bathroom to shower and relax.

You must’ve fallen asleep at some point that afternoon, wrapped up in Heeseung’s arms as he watched some reality tv show before his shift at work. You woke up alone, tucked under your bed sheets as Heeseung fumbled around in the dim light of the late afternoon.

You made a muffled noise, somewhere between his name and a groan, which bought his attention back to you, his shoes in his hands as he came to sit on the edge of the bed. He ran a hand through your hair, brushing it away from your face.

“Sorry, didn’t meant to wake you baby,” he said.

“S’ok, what time is it?” You sat up, leaning yourself against his shoulder. Your jaw hurt a little, but other than that you felt fine. The nap you’d had definitely perked you up.

“It’s almost seven, I’ve got to head to work for a while,” he turned a little to kiss your head. “Won got home a little while ago, he’s in his room studying.”

“You should’ve woken me up earlier, I could’ve made you some food before you went to work,” you had a sleepy frown on your face. Heeseung thought you looked beautiful, even if your hair was messy and your clothes crooked.

“You needed the sleep,” he kissed your lips softly. “I’ve got to go now, you’ll be alright?”

It was meant to be a statement but it came out as a question, usually after sex or something of the sort you and Heeseung would have all evening together to spend coming down from that high. But Heeseung felt terrible that he had to leave you alone, even after a couple hours cuddling together, he wanted to stay with you all night and tell you how good you were.

“Mhm,” you mumbled as you numbly pressed kisses to his cheek. “I’ll make some dinner for me and Won, I’ll leave some extra if you’re hungry after work. Then I’ll edit and post the video from earlier, I can tell it’s going to be a hit.”

Heeseung laughed gently, brushing your hair back from your eyes and holding your face in his palms. He leant in to kiss you properly, lingering for a couple seconds before he really had to leave or he’d be late for work.

“Hee,” you called out as he was leaving, his car keys in hand. He turned back to you, one eyebrow raised. “You look really good in that uniform, can we fuck in it later?”

they have baby fever - enhypen hyung line

pairing: enhypen hyung line x female reader genre: smut-ish au: established relationship rating: 18+ mdni warnings: veerrryyyyy suggestive!, breeding kink (?), desperate hyung line, the boys are absolutely down horrendous, give me (baby) fever, a/n: i think im really funny sorry also sorry this one is so short :(

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Anonymous asked: Vampire! Jay who feeds on reader during missionary

WARNING: reader "dies" while squirting lmfao

a/n: accidentally posted the ask too soon so i deleted it, here is ur drabble.

Ah shit.

The way it pours out for him forces his brain into overdrive. So much with each thump, thump, thump of your heartbeat. He couldn’t stop now even if he wanted to, despite his very clear thoughts before this moment.

It’s the way you’re not fearful of him and let him drink as he pleases, plunging in all at the same time. He’s not even sure what he’s moaning for at this moment, if he’s being honest. A pussy so tight, sweet, and wet squeezing the cold length he offers or the way your neck offers a different clench and pulse against he slams into you. The broken skin there offers an almost similar sensation that you give to his cock.

He’d say he’s in heaven if he knew it existed, but it doesn't. 

You give him something profound. A need, a willingness that is rare to come across when his truth is revealed. That blood you let him have means more to him than any orgasm or flurried orgasm, and he could feed on you for hundreds of years if humanity dared to live so long.

It doesn’t though, and he can’t stop. No, he’ll keep drinking until his stomach is full and his cock is empty. The consequence isn’t the best for you, but he is frenzied and no longer cares about that. Eyes dark, pupils wide and nearly blurry as he stares forward with a blank expression through each thrust, moan, and sip. He does try to work you through it, trying his best to give you an easy death, but the pleasure is almost too much for him to comprehend as each thrust grows harsher, more deep, more violent.

You’re in euphoria too, feeling the numbness of your body take hold with each quart he drinks. Little by little, each finger, toe, and limb goes numb and limp, but that matters little to you considering it feels as though most of your blood sits in your clit and gut. Right there where each thrust meets and gives you waves of pleasure. 

To die is one thing, but to die while feeling so held, so adored, so wanted is another. It doesn’t mean a goddamn thing to you at this moment as you chase what that thickness in you he offers. Wet, wet, wet, is how you feel. So bloody, so dripping, soaking his cock in more than one orgasm as the hours pass. He occasionally kisses you through it too, locking eyes and whispering against you, leaving little stains of your life against your skin with red words of “Doesn’t it hurt?” and “You’re asking for too much, do you wish to die so easily?” 

And you do. Death doesn’t scare you when you’re squirting your life out for him, gushing a heat warmer than your blood onto his pelvis and shaking through it. Each body part now entirely numb and fuzzy, uncaring of if your brain is living or dying through it. It’s a pleasant way to go, you think. 

Except you don’t go. 

Jay couldn’t fathom never tucking himself into this tight hold you have on him again. Whether it be your clinging numb arms, or your tight, now cold, pussy. He wants more, and will always want more.

If at all, you’ll be a pretty addition to his room, and he’ll feed you as he pleases.