Ot A Bethyung Line

𝒩ot a bet﹕hyung line

𝑒nhypen x fem!reader ⚹ cw: each member ranges from 5-1k wc, fluff, lowercase intended, they swear, crying, uh someone kneels, not proud w heejake's 😞, not proofread ( lmk if i missed something! )

sypnosis : upon learning that you were merely the stake in a bet, they wasted no time in mending your relationship.

part one !

★ LEE HEESEUNG ( 0.8k wc )

"y/n wait!"

heeseung's voice only made you walk faster. you didn't want to humiliate yourself further by stopping and talking to him. all you wanted to do now was to just march out of the school, go home, lock yourself in your room and maybe eat a tub of ice cream while you ugly cry yourself to sleep.

"y/n, please." heeseung pleaded, taking your elbow in his grasp as he spun you around and pulling you closer to the point you can feel his breath on fanning your nose.

he looked at you pleadingly. "it's okay," you managed to say in a shaky voice. "i understand, you can all laugh at me all you want now-" he shook his head, "it's okay really!" you added, pursing your lips.

"i just want to be left alone now okay?" and even if he knew you didn't mean just 'now.' he'll respect your wishes and let you go, but he won't give up.

heeseung watched you walk away from him with a heavy heart, wanting nothing but to just explain everything to you before it was too late. he couldn't lose you, not like this.

when he couldn't see your figure anymore, he messily messed his hair and made his way back to the gym eager to teach a guy how to not spit nonsense.

it's been a week since that happened and a week since he's seen you in the school. he asked some of your classmates and club members but all he received were nasty glares and short cold answers. what happened between the two of you spread like wild fire the following day you walked away from him. everyone knew you were kind of a nerd, but they also knew you were a complete angel and had a heart soft as a pillow.

they also knew that betting on a person's feeling isn't exactly it. — more under the cut!

so throughout that week too, his popularity decreased day by day. he used to receive heart eyes on the hallways and joyful 'good morning, heeseung!'s by random students, now all he received were judgemental glances and they avoided him like a plague, scared to be the next target of a cruel bet.

he didn't care though, all he cared about was your wellbeing. it's been a week and you've still yet to show up to class, so imagine his surprise when you suddenly walk in to the room with your usual hair do, your bag slung over on your shoulder and your glasses almost falling off your nose bridge.

he sat up straighter, gulping as his eyes followed your every move. he could feel hear heart beating louder, as if it was calling for you, desperate to be near you again.

he needed to fix this, asap.

it felt like forever before heeseung heard the bell ring. as soon as he heard the annoying sound, he messily packed up his things and ran after you.

"y/n!" your forearm was then again grabbed by him. although this time, he turned you slowly. heeseung silently admired your face. he missed you so much.

"let me explain, please. it's not what you think. i promise." he whispered, vulnerability in his tone. the simple nod you gave was his signal to interlace his fingers with yours as he looked for an empty room.

you ignored the looks everyone threw your way, either worried and judging. all you could focus on was his warm hand on yours and how you missed it so much, you didn't even realize you both were now inside an empty classroom.

"there was no bet." you furrowed your brows, looking at him with mixed confusion and frustration. "i promise, there was no bet."

"why would they say that then?"

"i don't know, but i promise there's no bet. throughout the months we've been together everything i've said was real." he said, desperate.

heeseung stepped closer.

"what i felt for you was real," he scrambled to get his phone from his pocket, opening his messages app. "you can go through my phone all you want, ask any of my friends-" you raised a brow.

"not those friends! i mean sunghoon, jay, jungwon.. you know." your raised brow made him sputter. "to be completely honest, they've been ignoring me after they heard about what happened.."

you looked at him hesitantly as you scrolled through his messages with shaking hands. you scrolled for so long, you even reached to the messages months before you both got together.

he didn't have any messages to his basketball team group chat unless it was announcements from his coach. the group chat with his actual friends were only filled with his pining over 'the girl on the back of his biology class.'

"heeseung.."

"there's no bet, baby. i'd never do that to anyone." he whispered, stepping closer. "i can't lose you like this.. i love you."

you sniffled as you came crashing on his chest, letting tears fall again. heeseung immediately wrapped his arms around you, sighing in relief as he finally have you back in his arms.

"i was so worried baby." he mumbled, kissing your head.

"i love you forever. i'll kill everyone who tries to get in between us again," heeseung pulled you closer if it was even possible.

"and if they do, i'll make sure to fix everything even if it means the whole world would hate me."

★ PARK JONGSEONG ( 1.0k wc )

jay was confused.

the both of you had a very well planned date tonight, so he was utterly puzzled to see that you weren't responding to his messages. for heaven's sake, you didn't even read his messages, he was just left in delivered.

he had tried calling multiple times but was only met with your automated voice telling him to leave a voice message. it came to the point that he had enough and decided to drive to your house.

throughout the drive, jay wondered what could've happened. he couldn't think of anything that would make you upset like this, he hoped that you just fell asleep and forgot to have your alarm on.

walking up the porch of your house, jay rang the doorbell and was met with your mom who opened the door with furrowed brows when she laid her eyes on him.

"good afternoon mrs. l/n, is y/n home?" your mother's frown deepened, hesitantly looking at the stairs behind her before looking back at him. "i'm sorry jay, she said she doesn't want to see you?"

that caused jay to furrow his brows as well. "wha- may i ask why?"

"i was hoping you'd tell me." if jay was confused a while ago, he was even more confused now and frustrated.

"can i see her, please?" he pleads, the older woman hesitantly opened the door wider to invite him in, and before he could ascend up the stairs, your mom stopped him.

"jay.." he looked back. "i don't know what happened to you both but take it easy on her, alright? she's been crying, i can tell." jay gulped and only nodded, sending your mom a pursed smile.

he knocked on your bedroom door, when no response came, he tried to turn the knob and was thankful that it wasn't locked.

jay slowly opened your door, seeing you curled on one corner of your bed as your body shook from your sobs you tried to keep silent.

he could feel his heart break at the sight. stepping a foot inside the room, he mentally cursed at himself when he accidentally bumped on to your mirror causing your head to shoot up in alarm at the sound.

your already glassy eyes was once again filled with tears as your eyes met his. jay barely dodged the pillow you threw at him, screaming at him to "go away and never show your face to me again."

jay frowned and came closer until he was sat on the edge of your bed, ignoring the words you just shouted at him.

"baby.. what's- what's wrong?" he asked, attempting to hold your hand but you retracted it and tried to throw another pillow at him. he swiftly caught it and brought it back down gently beside you.

"was it worth the one month of free car wash?" you spat through hiccups. jay stayed silent, confused.

"of course it probably was, that's what you do right?" the sight of your swollen and red face kept breaking his heart, he was still confused on what you were talking about but he'll let you talk.

this way he knew how he'd make things better.

"make me fall in love with you in exchange of a month's free of car wash.." you muttered, your eyes still boring on to his. at your words, it finally clicked. "..am i really worth just that much?" another sob.

right, he had forgotten to end the call when his 'friend' came barging into his apartment. you had probably heard all the nonsense the guy sputtered.. but surely you must've heard the way he defended your relationship and swore at that him too?

"i thought.. high school days were done jay. please just leave me alone now. you got what you want." jay shook his head, coming closer and pulling your body to his.

he wrapped his arms around you, his hand rubbing your back as you sobbed hard. he didn't try stopping you when he felt your weak punches that you threw at his chest, his own tears clouding his vision but he didn't dare make them fall.

"you got it all wrong, baby." he whispered, rubbing your nape as your face now rested against the crook of his neck. he ignored the wetness there. "i'm guessing you overheard the conversation with sungjae?"

you nodded, now calmer but not pulling away.

"did you also hear the way i told him to drop the stupid bet he kept insisting to happen? the way i kicked him out of my apartment?" you stayed silent, only sniffling as a response.

jay sighed, wrapping his arm around your waist tighter and pulling you closer.

"the whole campus knows sungjae's an asshole, baby. he was a jerk who thought that being a dick to others were entertaining, and i guess that's why i was like that back in high school.. i wanted to be accepted in their group."

"but we're in college now, i left that group but somehow sungjae's here and is pathetically still stuck in the past." he pulled your face from his neck, cupping your cheek and wiping away your tears.

"i've loved you since high school.. and there's no bet, baby. the moment he had found out i was dating you, he kept bringing up a bet about how long we would last.. but i always shut him out, told him to cut it out and that there will be no bet happening, especially if you're the one getting betted on."

new fresh tears come rolling down your cheek, this time they were tears of relief. glad to know that everything was real, that you weren't just a toy.

"you promise you'll cut him off starting now?" you whispered, looking at him with big glassy eyes.

"i've cut him since high school, y/n. it's him who's keep clinging to me. but i promise he won't be saying anything about the both of us anymore." jay pressed your foreheads together, pressing a soft peck on your lips.

"you will forever be the prettiest and the only one i'll ever love this much in this world, my baby."

★ SIM JAEYUN ( 0.5k wc )

jake watched you run away in confusion, staring at the laughing crowd and turning to look at your locker only to be met with the note he has been telling everyone to throw away.

he angrily took it from your locker, ripping the small paper into pieces. "how many times have i told you to cut this shit out? do you want me to report all of you for harassment and bullying?" he raised his voice at the crowd who had stopped their laughter.

"that's what i thought." he frowned, pushing past them and running after you.

jake knew what everyone was doing the moment it spread that he was dating you. he had received dms telling him he could do better and if he was merely toying with your feelings.

he had told them countless times to drop it, even going far as to almost punch the person who has created the bets if it wasn't for sunoo holding him back. he had hoped that it wouldn't reach you. it was another one of his reasons on why he always went to school earlier, just in case it was placed on your locker. unfortunately, you were earlier than him today.

it's not like he was tolerating it, he had tried countless times to report it but they'd only say it was probably only for fun and he shouldn't take jokes seriously.

but jokes were meant to be funny, right?

jake opened the door that lead to the rooftop slowly, peeking his head to look if you were there. to his luck, you were.

your back faced him while your bag was placed down carelessly beside your feet. jake approached slowly, not wanting to overwhelm you further.

"baby?" he mumbled loud enough for you to hear. you turned your head towards him, showing him your tear stained cheeks. "oh, y/n." he sighed and held your cheeks, wiping away the salty liquid off your precious face.

"jake.. why are you dating me, of all people?" you ask through tears, avoiding his eyes.

jake's eyes softened, he dated you because you were different from everyone who wanted to be like the everyone else, did that make sense? you were your own person, you didn't care about social status, wealth, his circle of friends, and whether someone was good looking or not. you were soft hearted, to the point that you had let others take advantage of that leading them to walking all over you.

and he hated that.

"why not you?" he said softly, tilting your chin up so that you could meet his eyes. "you're everything i've ever needed."

"you can tell the truth." you mutter, looking at jake. his mouth formed a pout, heart broken at the way you had so little love for yourself.

"i am telling the truth, baby." he whispers, taking your hands and placing them on his face before putting his own hands back on yours. "everything is a joke to them when i'm involved." you whisper, ignoring the way your voice broke.

"we don't care about what they think, they're all just jealous. everything we've been through and what i feel for you are real, no jokes." he smiled, pulling you closer to him.

"you promise?"

"baby i'd choose you over anyone in this world over and over again until the heavens above is tired of me."

★ PARK SUNGHOON (0.7k wc)

sunghoon frowned, confused and hurt. he wanted to fix whatever happened, so he took his phone from the couch and his car keys from the wooden bowl in his foyer.

it was when he was in the elevator that he noticed his phone was open. his breath hitched, finally knowing the reason for your departure and choice of words. sunghoon quickly left the group chat and started dialing your number.

it was true that you were a bet. were. he didn't even know why he agreed, maybe because he wanted so badly to fit in. he didn't want a repeat of middle school, so instead of being the bullied and made fun of, he was now the one doing those to others. he wasn't proud of it at the slightest.

that doesn't excuse his actions though. the longer he spent time with you, the deeper he fell. sunghoon never planned for you to find out this way, he already had a plan. first he had to get rid of his 'friends', tell you everything then ask you if you still wanted him to meet your parents.

guilt always ate him alive whenever you would stay over and sleep by his side. he couldn't bring himself to meet your family knowing he hasn't told you everything and the truth.

he felt like his heart would jump out of his chest as he stood infront of the door of your house. if he died tonight on the hands of either your father or older brother, he'd welcome death with open arms.

i deserve it.

he audibly gulped when the door opened, revealing.. you. the way your brows furrowed at the sight of him tightened his chest. he stopped you before you could even close the door on him.

"y/n please, let me explain everything.. o-okay?" the way his voice cracked and the unshed tears in his eyes almost made you give in, but upon remembering what you've read, the anger in you was back.

"explain what?" you spat, turning to look over your shoulder before back at him. "that all those months i've spent loving you," you pointed at him harshly. "was just for entertainment? tell me, what was in it for you, huh?"

sunghoon shook his head, the tears now flowing down his pale cheeks. "no, no! i promise, please i love you." he reached out but you stepped back, biting your lip as you held back the tears.

"just.. leave me alone sunghoon," he felt his heart crack even more. "you've had your fun, you can laugh about i all you want now." you were taken aback when he knelt infront of you, hugging your waist as he sobbed.

"what the-" sunghoon tightened his grip on you, muttering along the words of 'im sorry', 'never meant to be like this', and something along the lines of regretting something.

"sunghoon- oh my god." you groaned as you descended to face him. "please, i didn't mean to. i-" he hiccuped, "i'm sorry, i know it was stupid and there's no reason for me to accept the bet- but i just wanted to fit in. i wanted them to take me as a part of their circle- but, but i soon realized that it was stupid." he looked at you with swollen eyes, desperation swam in his dark irises.

"because i realized that hurting you isn't worth being a part of their asshole group. it started with a bet, i admit, but i truly love you, please believe me." a sob made its way out his throat as he clung into you, his arms circling your neck. "it wasn't a lie whenever i said i'd meet your parents, i was constantly trying to get rid of them first before i met your family, i didn't want to meet them until i've told you the complete truth."

your own tears descended down your cheeks, your heart hurting for yourself and sunghoon. you stayed on the floor wrapped around each other for a moment before you both helped each other up to your feet, he looked at you intensely with red bloodshot eyes. "i'm sorry, i understand if you don't want anything to do with me anymore."

"i understand hoon," you whispered, bringing your hands to cup his face. "but you have to understand too that i can't trust you fully right up again." he nodded, putting his own hands on yours as he kissed your palms.

"i know.. and i'll spent the rest of my life earning it again. i love you."

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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.

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 :(

perm tag list: @velvetkisscs

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all rights reserved jayparked 09/14/24 do not copy, repost, or translate

ride it like you own it — enha legal line ab riding (+their extra kinks!)

cw: meandom!hee, omorashi, daddy!jay, shibari, blindfolding, footjobs, bondage, petplay. degradation (whore, slut), (pussy) spanking, tit play, everyone is a freak

wc: 1.8k

a/n: this is in no way supposed to be an accurate portrayal of enhypen. if the warnings make you uncomfortable just scroll away lmfao. wrote this for my freakhoonz and my freakhoonz only (hence legal line and not just hyung line im crying)

minors dni, 18+ only.

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heeseung recently discovered what omorashi is after overhearing you discuss it in great detail on a group call with your girlfriends. of course, you don’t know that he knows, so when he’s offering you an absurd amount of water the next day, you’re just thinking that he’s being such a caring boyfriend.

which, he is, of course—a caring boyfriend with an ulterior motive.

when you’ve finally made it to your bedroom after a long day with heeseung claiming “the plumbing doesn’t work, might as well kill some time, huh, baby?” you find yourself straddling his naked torso, trying to no avail to press your thighs together. 

already feeling embarrassed, you beg him for the thousandth time to let you get off him go to the bathroom, promising you’ll flush the toilet when the plumbing works again. 

“babe, please, let me go, i promise, we can play after you let me go!”

he ignores your whines in favor of asking his own question. “where does it hurt, baby?” he asks you with feigned innocence. with a finger, he pokes your own abdomen, right over where your bladder is. you flinch, which only cues him to poke you there again, even harder. a few droplets of piss squirt out from your ignored cunt.

“h-heeseung!”

“this turns you on, doesn't it?” he smirks up at you. “dirty slut.”

“n-no!”“no?” he repeats mockingly, taking hold of your hips with a firm grip and grinding you against his abs, spreading the fluid starting to leak out of you over his sweat-beaded skin. it’s downright dirty, but neither of you particularly gives a fuck. “i’ve teased you enough today, haven’t i, lovely? why don’t you go ahead and make a mess on me? let go, wanna see how nasty you are for me.”

the rest under the cut!

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jay tied you up so prettily with only the most expensive rope that’s specifically made for shibari. the material itself is pink; it’s cool and soft against your hot, flushed skin, but it’s tied so tight in a pattern that has your wrists locked tight behind your back and your tits held up, showing them off to your boyfriend. why are you tied up so cruelly like this, unable to touch your boyfriend beneath u?

well, because… you’d flirted with heeseung to make him jealous, of course.

“you touched him tonight. a little too much. so what gives you the right to touch me?” he’d growled in your ear. “you’re lucky i’m even playing with you, slut.”

“b-but—”

“shh. i don’t wanna hear you speak unless you’re apologizing to me, got it?”

obediently, your mouth stays shut until he orders you to answer him. “‘m sorry, jay.”

“jay? who’s that?”

“i’m sorry, daddy!”

he taps your hip, and you know what to do: grind your cunt on his abs.

you’re crying, incoherent babbling, unable to even beg him to let you cum because you want to prove to him that you can be a good girl for him despite the little stunt you pulled at jake’s party a few hours ago. you’ve got to be the luckiest girl in the world the way jay can’t stay mad at you for long, because he finally, finally lands a few sharp slaps on your sore cunt, saying, “cum, slut,” as he does.

and you do; you cum hard, soaking his abs until they glisten, messy with your juices.

he looks up at you with a smirk. “i’m guessing you’re going to piss me off like that again, huh?”

you smile back at him. “mm, only if it ends like this.”

— — — 

jake likes to play games. tonight, he has you blindfolded, forced to guess what body part he’s making you rub your clothed cunt against in a pathetic attempt to get off. both of you know that it just doesn’t feel as good as when his cock is nestled snugly inside your greedy hole, but he’d promised you that he’d fuck you until your eyes crossed if you just let him have this first.

“alright, puppy, sit down,” he says, his voice louder in your ears due to your sense of sight being restricted. everything else is heightened, even the scent of his cologne and the taste of his spit in your mouth.

just because you know each other’s bodies so well, you immediately call out your answer. it’s the hard bone of his knee, pushed hard against your clit to the point that it hurts a little.

“good girl… alright,” he says, adjusting himself into a different position while your hips are raised above his body. “you can sit down again.”

this one is a little more confusing because of how delirious you are with the need to have him fuck you already. there’s no fucking way he’s making you hump his fucking shin, right? frustrated, you rip off your blindfold to see his veiny forearm in between your thighs.

“needy little thing.” the thing about jake, though, is that he’s understanding. you taking your blindfold off isn’t disobedient to him so much as it is a clear display of how much you absolutely need him.

he strokes his cock to the sight of your fucked-out, drooling face, not allowing you to come near him again until he cums on his toned stomach. 

“okay, pup. come sit on me, clean up this mess with your pussy. gonna get it wet enough for me to slide right in you, hm?”

— — —

sunghoon loves you so much, he’s the type to let you try anything (within reason). so when you look at him with cute, pleading doe eyes, asking him so sweetly and shyly if you can try to ride his abs while giving him a footjob, he’s already stripped naked and lying on the bed before you can even finish your sentence.

“come on, pretty princess,” he urges you, squirming underneath your hips so he can feel your slick cunt drool all over his abs. “what’re you waiting for?”

“h-hold on, hoonie,” you mumble. you put your ankles over his thighs, fidgeting around until the soles of your feet find his hard cock. “‘s harder than i thought it would be.”

he hisses as you caress his length between your feet. “holy fuck, baby.”

“i’m gonna try moving now, okay?” you say, and he hums in agreement, taking your hands in his to help you stay balanced. he runs a reassuring thumb over yours as you start to rock your hips on him, pressing your pussy against his smooth skin. and then you feel it, his happy trail scratching gently against your clit. “aah, fuck, sunghoon!”

“sensitive little girl, aren’t you?” he coos. “keep going baby, feels so good. use me to make yourself feel good, okay?”

you nod your head obediently, wanting to be good for your loving boyfriend. as you pick up the pace, you can feel beads of precum on the soles of your feet. using this as your encouragement, you ride him harder, your tits bouncing in his face enticingly. sunghoon lets go of your hands to grab at them, kneading them in his soft palms, thumbs flicking over your nipples. this makes you cry out and squirm, your toes curling around the tip of his cock.

“fuck, princess, right there, gonna cum, oh, fuck!”

— — —

sunoo is not-so-secretly a sadist whenever he’s on top. he enjoys a bit of predicament bondage every now and then, and this is one of those times. he’s lying down on your bed, head almost dangling off the foot of it, with you straddling his bare abdomen. your back is to the headboard, where the end of your leash is wrapped around one of the bedposts. 

every time you grind forward, the leash pulls your collar tight around your neck, and when you push your hips back, the chain gives you enough slack to catch your breath.

to make matters worse, your boyfriend is stronger than you, what with him spending more and more time with his hyungs at the gym. so he controls your movements, never allowing you to loosen your collar for more than a few seconds at a time.

“grind faster, whore,” he hisses, his hand coming down to spank your ass. “or i won’t let you cum.”

“no, please,” you beg through choked gasps of air. “please, sunoo, don’t! I’ll… i’ll be good, promise!”

it truly is always the innocent-looking ones who are the nastiest. he lifts you off him briefly to reach down and pull his cock up so it rests on his lower abdomen. “there, slut, maybe humping my cock will motivate you to do what you’re told.”

holding back more tears, you cry out, “thank you, thank you! please! please, can i cum?”

“you can,” he teases. “but i’m not done with you yet.”

— — —

jungwon is your cute little nerd of a boyfriend. he might have been inexperienced, but his porn search history said otherwise. not that he was an addict or anything, but he seemed curious about a lot of things. one of the keywords that kept popping up when you were snooping on his computer was petplay.

so imagine his surprise when he comes over to your apartment to find you in the bedroom dressed in a tiny crop top and skirt combo, topped off with… bunny ears.

immediately, at the sight of you, you can see a tent form in his baggy sweatpants. you beckon him over to your bed and order him to undress and lie down.

“y-you’re…you’re a pretty bunny,” he stutters out, his hands immediately reaching to cup your ass.

you nod, making the little bells on your bunny ear headband chime along with your movements. “mhmm. seems like my baby likes it?” you purr in his ear, starting to rock your hips along the hard lines of his abs.

“i d-do.”

“mm. i thought i’d do something nice for you, since you’ve been working so hard lately.”

he whimpers, hands fumbling around you. you’re about to ask him what he’s doing when you feel your panties being ripped off you. “wonie, what—”

out of impatience, he shoves you down his abs so roughly that his cock, lubed up from all the precum he’s been leaking, slips into you, making you scream in surprise. “nngh, fuck, bunny, ‘m sorry, i couldn’t help myself!”

you guess you’ll edge him another time.

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taglist: (literally just freakhoonz lmfao) @karinasbaby @enha-stars @intromortal @heeslomll @venomhee

imagination - kim sunoo

• pairing: fem!reader x bsf!sunoo

• genre: smut

• wc: 5.8K

synopsis: sunoo have never been with a girl... yet.

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For the first time in his whole life, Sunoo was feeling a bit uncomfortable while you were applying your lip balm... and uncomfortable wasn't exactly the right word, he felt a shiver down his spine and was too much concentrated on how soft your lips looked and how he knew your tongue was right there, he could see it in between your half-opened lips, and... what does it taste like? A thought that made him salivate, to the point of needing to swallow to avoid having drool running down the sides of his mouth, to the point of forgetting that he was right beside you, staring at your face. He was aroused. "Is there something wrong?" You asked, confused by his reaction, it took him a few seconds to regain consciousness.

Sunoo has been your friend, since always, he is a very good company and you were very comfortable around each other but there is an important detail about this situation, he likes boys, only, for sure... kind of sure... cause since few days ago he couldn't stop thinking about the moment you asked him to tie the top of your bikini and while you held your hair he imagined how would it be like if he held it with his own hands, pulling it slightly... and if the smell of your neck would be even better up close... and if your skin would shiver if he breathed close enough for him to touch it with his mouth... maybe the tongue. He wanted to know how you would feel... and he wanted... to feel you too? You have already shared with each other several stories about your affairs, and it's not like you hadn't ever imagined what it would be like, who knows, to try sharing this intimacy between the two of you.

A whole day became two that turned into three, he couldn't stop thinking about these things when you spent any time together and your invitation to a night watching a horror movie that was a common activity for the two of you suddenly became a torture session for him. After days and days thinking about your skin, your hands, your smell, the cherry flavored lip balm you used, being close to you with only the lighting of the TV against your skin while applying the balm on your lips awakened in him a feeling of need. He needed to know. He needed to touch you. He could feel the cherry scent and imagine the taste. Imagine your taste.

"There's nothing wrong... it's just... you..." without enough time for him to finish his words you noticed how he was looking at you alternating between your eyes and your lips, your breath became instantly heavy when you felt his palm holding the side of your face, his hand warm and soft. As surprised as you might be, you wouldn't deny Sunoo, nor could you even think about denying it. With one hand on your face, moving to the back of your neck while he pulled you lightly, and the other hand resting on your thigh, he asked you in a low voice in a tone that you have never heard him use before "Do you want it?" the only thing you had capacity of doing according to your actual state of mind was nodding, and with the most cozy and kind of devilish smile in the world he finished moving his hand to the back of your neck and pulled you to finish the job.

When your lips touched you could feel his breath raging against you as if he was tasting something very delicious, eating something very hot, kissing you carefully, as if he had to remember every sensory note of the taste of your mouth. His tongue moved slowly, interlacing and touching yours while his hand squeezed your waist both with the same very well calculated amount of strength. At the same time that he didn't know what to do, he wanted to find out, right there and with you.

From your mouth he moved to your neck, the kisses were wet and as he moved his hand a little higher on your waist to hold your ribs while he bit you lightly, you could feel his teeth against the skin of your neck and collarbone, and your body tightened as if you could feel the bites right on your crotch. Sunoo was making you wet... intentionally.

With both hands on each side of your torso he moved away just enough to look at your face and ask "Can I... touch them?" The only reaction you could have was to agree with a smile "Do you want me to take my shirt off?"... and he continued "Not yet, I want to feel them like this" You were fascinated and even more turned on by the tone he used, it was the perfect balance between experience and inexperience, he didn't know what and where to touch you, but he definitely knew how, and was a pretty fast learner.

Sitting on the carpet, leaning against the piles of various pillows you had set up to watch the movie, and with your clear permission, it was like he had been allowed to test all the desires and ideas he had been having over the last few days. Moving his hand to your breasts, he felt his cock throb, pulsing inside his underwear and already hardening. How soft your skin is, the smell of your hair, how your body reacts as he runs his fingertips over your nipples, you bending over your stomach, everything was driving him crazy. Moved by the sensations, he slipped a hand down your belly, pushing the hem of your shorts a little, you instinctively moved your hands down aiming to move the fabric out of the way. His eyes followed your hands and he stopped you saying "Keep your panties on, it's part of the thing." He seemed fully determined to leave you speechless. "Okay" You just kept it as he told you, took off your shorts and opened your legs a little more.

He ran his fingertips down your thigh, from the knee to the center, with his eyes fixed and his mouth half-open as if he needed help breathing. With his fingers he stretched the strap of your panties, passing his fingers down through the fabric and pulling it slightly to the side, leaning both fingers over your clitoris as if he just wanted to know how it felt and then slipping a path from your bottom lips to your entrance. When he felt your wetness against his fingertips, he leaned in closer, pressing his lips against yours again, kissing you while slowly sliding his fingers inside your pussy. It was new for him, but he could definitely imagine himself there, he was really amused by the way you squeezed his fingers, he wanted to be inside so bad, and you knew by the way his tongue in your mouth moved on a perfect harmony with the in and out movements of his fingers. It was just enough for both of you to start moaning, couldn't hold anything, he was touching you right and finally having you felt as good as he thought it could be.

All you were able to do was to crave your hands anywhere you could keep them on, the carpet, his neck, his arms. He removed his fingers completely and you moaned a little louder, a begging sound, you needed more. With his eyes fixed on yours and this time with a classic Sunoo smile that you were very familiar with, he placed his two soaked fingers over his mouth and tasted them in the most provocative way you've ever seen. "What? I wanted to taste you." over his provocations you finally managed to formulate a sentence. "Now you have to finish eating me, seriously." He rolled his eyes playfully. "And how do you prefer?" Without thinking twice, you lay face down on the carpet and he went along with your action very well, one hand on each side of your hips, rubbing his hard cock against you, leaving his shorts wet marks because of the way your panties didn't even cover a third of your pussy. You could hear his smile in between the air he was breathing. He moved his head down to make a path licking your thigh from the bottom to the top of your ass and giving you a bite and sucking it in a way that will surely turn into a hickey mark later. Holding both sides of your ass pushing them apart to give him a better view, he ran his tongue over your entrance, pushing it inside. If he kept it like this as soon as you felt his cock, you wouldn't be able to hold your orgasm any longer. You've never felt that weak under someone else's touch, he knew it by the way your body reacted, by the noises you were making, and he was definitely enjoying it.

He finally took his hands off you to pull down his own pants, one hand gripping your hip and the other one holding his dick against your entrance, he rubbed his tip there a few times, before getting in, letting out moans that clearly showed he couldn't hold on much longer either. As soon as he pushed it in and felt the way it was entering you easily, he pressed himself harder against you and you moved along your hips so he could reach the deepest spot, and both of you felt it as soon as it tipped there. He started moving harder, the moans louder, you didn't need any words, your hands held any part of the carpet you could and his hands craved on your skin kept pushing and pulling you strongly, he moved his shirt up to his mouth grabbing it with his teeth so he could have a better view of how his cock was moving on you, this muffled his moans a little, making the sound lip deep grunts that made the situation even harder for you to hold on.

The sounds he made and the feeling of his cock pulsing and crashing inside you, making it seem like he was made in just the right size for you to squeeze it with your walls, made you reach your orgasm sooner than usual and even though he realized how much tighter you became, he simply couldn't stop. He started moving faster and harder, your moans louder and even after you were done, you didn't want it to stop either.

He went in and out so instinctively that he didn't even care about the shirt anymore, all you could think about was the pleasure that was taking over both your bodies, he finally achieved his goal from the beginning, releasing inside you. You felt the warm liquid running down your leg, the hands that were previously holding you so tightly were now practically resting on top of you. Your heart pulsing right on your throat and the sweat making a path on the side of your face, you couldn't even get out of the prone position. He lay down on your side over the carpet and as soon as you faced each other, after the adrenaline wore off, you started laughing as if it was a joke for the two of you. "There's no way you haven't done it before." and he answered with a smile:

"I just have a good imagination."