[SKZ VLOG] Changbin 5

A LIFE 4 A LIFE CHAPTER 4

Genre : Thriller, angst, murder mystery

Teaser : 4 bodies. 4 different locations, and only 1 person connecting them all.

Warnings: bullying, violence, suicide, major character death i guess. Please proceed with caution.

Everything here is a work of fiction. I do not perceive Enhypen this way in real life. None of this is real.

I also do not condone bullying or violence in any way.

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When Jungwon's mom had come into his room, with a traffic light of emotions on her face, concern and happiness blended with curiosity he had expected many things. He however did not expect her to chirp out, "A friend has come to visit you!" ; because a friend in his context could have meant anything. A bully(he was almost always expecting this), someone to rudely remind him of upcoming projects and due in library books. However the last person he expected was Niki, his junior and his now-dead-bully-Jay's younger brother to come visit him.

The endearing smile and the chocolates Niki had given Jungwon's mother was enough for her to smile and approve of Jungwon's supposed "friend". Jungwon had not taken out his eyes from Niki the second he stepped into his house. Niki, however hardly batted an eye , he acted like Jungwon's forever friend fooling his parents with charming eyes and pretty face. Why had he come here? Did he know something? Wait fuck Jungwon relax its not like you actually murdered someone.....not exactly.

The minute his mother stepped out of the room to get some snacks, Niki's jaw relaxed and his achingly bright grin slipped to reveal a more sinister expression. ah there it is, his real face , Jungwon thought.

Niki threw his bag on the floor and rubbed his neck. His eyes met Jungwon's and Niki scoffed, "Okay, i'm not here to play with you alright? I'm going to ask you some questions and answer them for me. Whatever you know, don't even try to hold back."

Jungwon's brow raised at his tone of voice and cocky body language, like-like Jungwon was below him. Jungwon had gotten used to this feeling too many times now, so why did he feel anger surge through his veins? Why did he feel an unexplainable urge to punch him?

It was because this was only used at school. Right now, Niki was in his turf. He was in his house uninvited and certainly not welcomed and Nikki had the audacity to disrespect him in his house.

"And why should I?" Jungwon questioned boldly, Niki who had been cracking his knuckles out of stress snapped his head in mild surprise and annoyance. He took two steps forward and Jungwon almost scoffed in amusement at Niki's attempt to intimidate him. Did he really think he'll let these fuckers bully him at his own place? Jungwon's parents might not have been the most attentive but between having to tackle two jobs, home and bills they still wouldn't let their own son be harassed and they certainly wouldn't turn a blind eye.

"Don't play dumb with me Jungwon, you know exactly what im talking about. I saw your face that day. That wasn't just shock or horror. You know something I don't, don't you, well spit it out I didn't come all the way here to this place to go without any answers."

The way Niki emphasised this place like it was something not worthy of him triggered something inside Jungwon that he never knew existed. The very place that his parents had worked hard to get. And he had the absolute nerve to pretend like he'd rather spit on the ground than taint his shoes. But Jungwon didn't let his mask drop, his face remained neutral but inside his head was a traffic of cars , all of them honking one after the other making it difficult to think one thing at a time, so he said the first things that came to his mind,

"You'd be stupid to think I know anything about your brother's death, and especially as I'm anything but sad at his death."

Niki's expression contorted with fury and shock, he made a fast move in bringing his hand up to the air ready to strike Jungwon, but Jungwon wasn't taking anyone's shit today. He was sick. He was tired. He should be glad that the two people that tortured him the most were now gone. That without them he would live a quiet life. Jungwon didn't understand why he willingly let himself investigate and get caught up in this nasty web. He should be happy and satiated, wasn't this what he wanted? Peace and quiet.

But this wasn't what Jungwon was feeling. Everything that surged through his brain the past month was anger, confusion, fear , and Niki had come in the wrong time and wrong place just in line to face his month-no scratch that years full of stress and rage. With one swift movement Jup fucking around. Niki's face changed from anger to fear so fast that Jungwon let out a hollow chuckle. Fuck this was all it took to make this fucker scared? Why didn't he do this before?

Niki desperately tried to get up, throwing himself on the wall even more trying to get as much distance from him and Jungwon as possible but instead he confined himself to a smaller space. A space just enough for Jungwon to cage him in and slowly touch the edges of Niki's collar. He stopped just enough for Niki to relax a tiny bit and then fisted his shirt harshly bringing Niki's face centimetres away from him.

Jungwon wanted to do a million things at the moment. Jungwon had never felt in power before and at this moment that he did, in a sickening way he loved every fucking second of it. He loved the fear on his captors face,. He wanted to see every single person that hurt him this way and feed off their thundering hearts. And afterall, what better way to release years of bottled up stress into his bully's brother? Why not give him a taste of what he deserves ?

And just as quickly as the feelings entered him, they faded away just as quickly as he really focused on Niki's face. He analysed it for a second and let his hands drop to his sides. Anyone seeing this would call him stupid. Why show weakness again? Why stop now? Why let karma do the job? Why not do Karma's job himself?

The answer was stupid, as stupid as every 2000's cliche coming of age movie that were desperate but always failed to depict real highschool. Because unlike the movies he didn't get water splashed on him, he didn't have a crush on the mean popular girl. And he sure as well wasn't going to give the bully another chance. But....he wasn't going to become one either. He wasn't like them right? He wasn't a fucking sadist right?

He wasn't going to hurt Niki, but he wouldn't let him get away with this either. Slowly regaining his short adrenaline filled breaths Jungwon narrowed his eyes at Niki who was still trembling from the impact of the throw and tightned his hold, "If you ever fucking question me or disrespect me again. I'll fucking kill you."

It was an empty threat really, after all Jungwon could hardly even lift a stray hair of Niki without his parents probably suing the school. But this time Niki's parents weren't there and although the threat was empty, the empty spaces was filled with a clear warning to back the fuck up

And just like that, Niki took his bag and rightfully disappeared. Jungwon collapsed on his bed, sighed and squeaked under the weight.

Fuck, can't I get just one moment of peace? Just one moment where I'm not thrown into a series of pain?

Ding!

Jungwon groaned, shifting to the side of the bed to get his phone from the bedside table. Already dreading having to text his mom to not get the snacks. His eyes drooped down. She seemed so happy at the mention of a friend.....

But what Jungwon saw on his notification screen wasn't his mom. It wasn't anyone he knew either which just made it a whole worse.

With trembling hands Jungwon fumbled about his phone and opened the message refusing to believe,

You can thank me later ;).

That's what the message read, and faster than Jungwon could comprehend, the message was deleted as soon as it was marked as seen. A shiver went through his spine and his stomach was a jungle of nerves. It was as if whoever had sent the message....was waiting for him to see it and had deleted it when they knew that all Jungwon needed to do was to see it. That was their purpose.

But why? Why him?

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creep (l. hs)

pairing. heeseung x female reader

genre. friends older brother AU, explicit smutty smut smut, one shot

warnings. profanity, y/n caught peeping, dom heeseung- he gets mean, masturbation, oral, rough unprotected sex. minors DNI.

wc. 5000

a/n. 1000 followers, thank you🥹 accept my excuse to write filth🤍

“aren’t we too old to play this game?”

“ahh don’t act so pretentious, you’re just mad that it’s your turn.” your friend replies in a snarky tone, dangling an accusing finger in your face.

“fine, whatever.” you mutter, feeling the pressure of judgemental stares burning across your face. “dare.”

an orchestra of girlish ‘oooooo’ sounds burst around you, a telltale sign of immaturity.

“scandalous.” one of your friends says, filing her nails into perfect oval shapes. “I have the perfect dare for you.”

she shares a knowing look around the circle you all sit in. tapping her chin with the crystal nail board file in her hand deviously. “sneak into Heeseung’s room and bring back a pair of boxers.. blue ones!”

“what?!”

she smirks, shrugging and directing her chin toward the stairs leading up to the bedroom in question. “you chose dare.”

“don’t stress too much about it.” your friend whispers low enough for the group behind you to not pick up on. leading you up the stairs, she fathoms up an excuse that you may get lost and end up in her parents bedroom instead of her older brother’s. “Heeseung went out a while ago with Jay, he shouldn’t be back until later.”

“I know where his room is..” 

“you looked worried,” she stops at the top of the stairs with you, clutching onto your forearm. “don’t let them get to you, I really don’t care that you have a crush on my brother.”

“I d-don’t” you start to splutter, grateful that the hallway light is turned off, masking the heat rising up your cheeks with shadows. 

“seriously, it’s okay. I’m used to it.” she pats your shoulder, directing a thumb back down the stairs. “try not to get lost!”

“I don’t even like Heeseung like that..” you mumble to yourself, calmly striding toward his bedroom door. “what did she even mean…used to what?!”

the door before you draws a cringeful expression across your features, adorned with a thin metal plaque that says ‘BEWARE OF DOG’ in bright orange letters against a black background. “god, whose yard did he steal this from?”

“what a dork..” it’s mostly to keep yourself level headed, unable to fight the tremble ripping down to the tips of your fingers as you graze the bedroom’s door handle. “he’s not home.”

taking a deep breath, you nod to reassure yourself, you really have nothing to worry about. 

unless you get caught, of course.

Heeseung’s room is— as you should have expected, a disaster. unmade bed, crooked posters strewn all over four walls, some half peeled off. chains and jeans pile up on the floor surrounded by clunky skater sneakers and two boards.

his musk wafts through the air, tickling a pathway up your nostrils; stirring memories, memories you tried to forget.

memories of Heeseung coming home dripping in sweat, chugging down water with a heated gaze shadowed by the fan his eyelashes create where he stood. sip after sip without breaking a trance-like stare, slicing through your soul to expose secrets you try to keep to yourself.

secrets you aren’t even willing to share with your closest friends— Heeseung’s sister sat across from you giggling over her current boy of the week; too caught up in flirtatious banter to notice your discomfort. sweat itched at your nape, resorting to your anxious habit of picking at your nails to contain your nerves. 

Heeseung noticed though, thoroughly enjoying how your leg began to bounce the longer he took to finish off the glass of water forming condensation in his grip. foggy moisture seeped down his wrist, trickles streamed down his throat. all of it grabbing your attention as you pretended to stretch and flitter a glance around the room.

even as he tapped off the glass and dried off his pout with the back of his hand, he continued to burn holes into your side. adding more taunt where he stood, displaying an act of contemplation by tapping his chin thoughtfully. 

“hmmm” he murmured, shifting from foot to foot to aid his next decision. snapping his thumb and index finger, the light bulb turned on in his mind igniting flames throughout his iris; glinting bright and lively even as his eyelids lowered, fitting you with a lazy look.

“ah, there it is.” Heeseung said- to himself, despite your less than discrete stare. he smirked, toying with you by never breaking eye contact as he moved closer in slow motion. beads of sweat lined his forehead, pouring down faster with each step he took.

“excuse me.” he said flatly, averting his attention to the area just behind you. bending forward, the top of his shirt grazed your nose, instantly smacked with the scent of lingering body wash. hints of woodsy undertones masked by a fresh aroma of dark berries; tickling up high enough to reach your brain. 

Heeseung huffed, dipping in closer until your lips pressed to his shoulder, involuntarily puckering against the damp white cotton t-shirt clinging to his warm skin; leaving residue of your natural tone pink lip gloss to stain the heavily bleached material.

“thought I had lost this.” he grinned, passing a cartoon keychain between his fingers. 

“uh..” biting down on the sides of your tongue, you sank deeper into your seat. stuck on a dollop of sweat bubbled at the tip of Heeseung’s nose, hanging precariously, begging to be licked away.

he blinked, slowly returning to your gaze, tilting to the side just enough for the bead of sweat to drop; drop and land upon your upper lip, hot enough to expel steam and cause your mouth to tremble.

“I’ll be going to my room now.” with that, Heeseung spun on his foot, strutting out of the kitchen, out of your line of sight.

that memory painted the depths of your mind, screaming and cursing to yourself as you drove home.

“what did he even mean! going to his room?!? was I supposed to follow him?!?” 

and now, standing in Heeseung’s bedroom, dragging your fingers across his unkempt bedding, you ask yourself again-

“what did he mean!” you sigh, plopping onto his bed. engulfed by pillows coated in his scent. a scent that’s lodged itself deep within your sense, so much so that you recognize the moment Heeseung steps foot into the room now.

“who cares anyway.” you grunt, ignoring the ‘I care’ your subconscious responds with.

blue boxers, that’s what you’re here for. not to reminisce a failed crush that would never lead to more than mysterious glances and one sided lust.

the problem is, Heeseung has lines upon lines of drawers. most you find filled with mangas and porn, buried beneath old textbooks and skateboard magazines. growing more frustrated with yourself as you keep pausing to look through each item and lose track of time.

“don’t worry about it, feel better dude.”

Heeseung’s rich voice reaches your ears, followed by heavy footsteps ascending down the hallway. 

“fuck! shit fuckfuck!!” you curse, scanning the bedroom with quick lightning speed. the best option 5 feet away-- to hide inside of Heeseung’s closet.

holding your breath, you gingerly step inside, careful to shut the door just enough to not make a sound as Heeseung’s bedroom door closes behind him noisily.

he trudges in listlessly, turning his head side to side with a bored look. stopping abruptly as something near the closet catches his eye, a white t-shirt..

seemingly pleased, Heeseung picks up the garment between two fingers, striding over to his bed. he sighs, smirking and turning the shirt in his hold, stopping to admire a part of it. 

the part still carrying your lip stain from months ago. never once washed after that day, Heeseung found it cute at first. cute until he remembered the way your thighs clenched together, the shortness of your breath, and each nervous look you snuck toward him.

“cute..” he says to himself, pushing back to settle against the wall. Heeseung’s lips protrude in thought, setting the shirt next to himself to unzip his jeans.

shit. shit shit shit. 

you should look away, you shouldn’t continue to watch him shimmying out of his boxers through a small crack with your forehead perched on the doorframe. 

blue boxers rest on the middle of his thighs, shoving up his shirt enough for his throbbing length to breathe freely. you have to bite down on your lip, grab at the wall, whatever you can find surrounding you to stay stable. 

Heeseung licks a trail of spit up his palm, hissing and wrapping a fist around the base of his length as his other hand lowers, smoothing and rubbing the tip of his cock. pre-cum smears, mixing in with saliva, pushed lower to circle and tug around himself.

the worst and best part are really his reactions to each motion. a tight furrow between his eyebrows, teeth sunk into his bottom lip, and speckles of pink rising from his throat to the apple of his cheeks.

his throat, on full display, huffing out short breathy moans as he builds a speed around himself. his hips lift every now and then, rolling up to fuck into his palm with more urgency. tossing his head side to side when he squeezes at the base torturously.

he’s toying with himself, serving just enough pleasure to make it feel good and fill his balls. enough to fool himself once again with the idea of getting off, only to halt and grunt, work himself to a painful orgasm the longer he resists. 

heat tickles throughout his belly, lowering to ride down to the tip of his shaft. glistening with a thin sheen of spit and pre-cum aiding to each glide under his pumping fist. 

he’s drawing up, hips rutting side to side in search of something to bury himself in. eyeing the shirt next to him, he squeaks, breathlessly moaning your name. rutting up faster with his knees bent, shoving his socked cover toes deeper into the bed.

“fuck..” you near cry, buckling at your knees; weakened and exhausted from only watching, itching through your palms like a dog in heat to be the one stroking his length. 

“fuck, I’m such a creep for this..” rubbing your thighs together like matches, you stumble back, gasping and knocking into a row of hung clothes. metal clatters, and the airy sound of wads of clothing smacking onto the floor circle around you. all of that coming to a stop as the closet door rips open.

“what the fuck?!”

Heeseung’s shadow looms over you, tucked back into his blue boxers, secured under his jeans. frazzled and infuriated where he stands with his eyes nearly bulged out. 

“I— oh crap..” you stutter, holding your hands up defenselessly. “I can explain!”

“you’ve been in here this entire time?!?” he exclaims, pupils blown. pushing away and shaking his head as he rips at tufts of hair. “WERE YOU WATCHING ME?”

“Heeseung! no no! really, listen!!” you crawl, stumbling on weak ankles to scamper after him. “it was just a dare!”

“a dare to hide in my closet?!” he’s pissed, hissing shouts between gritted teeth. 

“no! I..I—I..” 

crossing his arms, he stands intimidating above you appearing disgusted by your stuttering, fixing you with a piercing glare. “what did you see, huh?”

“n-nothing..” you lie, you never were good at lying though..

he scoffs, tongue clicking loudly against the backs of his teeth. nodding and rolling his neck around. “you have to show me whatever you saw.”

“huh?” 

“don’t play dumb.” Heeseung scolds you with a condescending tone. “you hid in my closet and watched me jerk off. you know what that makes you?”

“I didn’t! I didn’t watch!” you scramble to deny, clutching onto his thighs to pull yourself up. he sets his hand on your shoulder, shifting to leverage his weight there.

“you did, just like a no good creep.” reading shame written across your face, he leers, dipping his thumb into your clavicle until you squirm. “unless you want me to let my sister know what a filthy little pervert her friend is, you better do as I say.”

“Hee, please..don’t be like this!” you plead, grimacing from his fingers sinking into your shoulder. “what do you want me to do!”

“what? you’re the only one who gets to have a free show?” Heeseung smirks, aiming his chin to direct you toward his bed. “show me exactly what you saw. don’t make me repeat myself again.”

his menacing low tone makes your spine shrivel, silently nodding as you clamber onto his bed. eyeing the t-shirt still laid on his pillow, Heeseung follows your line of sight, mumbling a curse under his breath.

“I knew you were lying.” climbing on with you, he moves closer using his knees. nodding for you to sit against the wall just as he had. “your trembling thighs gave you away anyway.”

“I didn’t…see everything.” you did, but something about building onto your lie added thrill to your current predicament. 

when Heeseung said he’d be going to his room in a suggestive manner, you stayed put. rooted to your seat as your mind whirled with scenarios that could unfold if you followed after him. scenarios you’d continue to create for months, daydreaming of landing yourself in this position. sprawled on his bed, filled with fear, excitement, exploding nerves, heat and desire.

“oh yeah?” he mocks, grinning, smoothing his palms up your bare calves to your knees. “like what you saw? like what you heard?”

he knows you heard him moaning your name, pummeling his fist imagining you convulsing around him. begging and bursting into tears; urging him to slow down, and fuck you harder at the same time.

pushing against your knees, he doesn’t give you much time to respond. pinching up your inner thighs until he can tease at the lining of your pajama shorts. “Hello Kitty pjs..”

biting back a smile, he motions for you to hurry up, tapping his wrist to say you’re wasting his time. “exactly how I did it.”

“oka-okay..” in a quick action, you’re shimmying out of your pjs and panties. the man before you freezing, expecting more of a fight. a shy look and squished together thighs licks arousal through his gut, painfully aching as you duck your chin to hide the embarrassment staining your cheeks.

Heeseung never managed to finish getting off with you interrupting his alone time. he’s hard as a rock, trapped against his abdomen throbbing pitifully. tense and rageful, more frustrated by your much too slow movements.

“is that what I did?” he questions with no confusion, continuing to speak in a stern manner. Heeseung jerks his head, jaw tight to keep up a strong image. “come on, what are you waiting for.”

slowly, you stretch open, hitting him with the visual of your naked wet core. the bedding beneath you turns darker, pooled with wetness trickling down past your rim. 

Heeseung has to swallow, prominent Adam’s apple bobbing up and down to quill his dry throat. he gestures for you to continue on, hypnotized by your fingers inching closer and closer to your mound. 

he’s struck, in awe watching your pussy folds part open. fat clit ready to be abused, riper than fresh fruit, dripping with sweet honey. his fist slams into the bed, nodding with urgency. “touch yourself, do it like I did.”

you listen, biting on your lip with your skin gathering between your brows. frustrated beyond belief to only just now get to touch yourself. ragged breaths leave your lips faster, trembling against your vocal chords with whimpered moans.

“god..” Heeseung’s neck drops, licking away the drool that’s dribbling out past the seam of his lips. heart shattering as he watches you circle your entrance, tapping and prodding two finger tips in just to feel your pulse speed up. “fuck..”

growing confidence and losing yourself to the pleasure, you arch, completely giving him the full view of your cunt. stroking side to side at your clit until a loud embarrassing moan flies free from your lips. Heeseung’s distraught hungry demeanor encourages your fingers to work faster. obscene wet splash-like sounds boom around you. throwing your head back, you hit one of his pillows, greeted by the scent that led you to this moment once again.

“I’m..close..” you announce, bitterly, not wanting this to end. pushed faster to the tip of your climax by the image before you of your biggest desire falling apart, drooling with his jaw hung. cock twitching under his shirt, begging to fuck you with a wanton gaze.

a muffled growl passes through his throat, hunched forward in a trance watching your hole spurt another glob of wetness out. opening and closing deliciously, rolling tremors up his thighs with each contraction shown off. “your little holes begging for me.” 

another twitch of your hips confirms how much you want him. writhing close enough for the scent of your wetness to infiltrate his senses, Heeseung topples over. face hovering right above your cunt like a man starved, finally finding a meal after months of voyage. 

“Heeseung..touch me” you shift, unveiling how much dampness has gathered under your ass. pouring wet like a fountain, squeezing at nothing but air.

“say please,” he smirks, grinding the backs of his teeth together to keep his tough shell intact. just as desperate and if not more needy with impatience to fuck you, fill you to the brim with his cock.

“please please! can’t wait anymore!” you sound even prettier begging, watery with tears threatening the rims of your eyes. reaching grabby hands for him to come closer, to give you what you want.

“pretty pretty pretty please,” licking his lips, he cages in on your face. the tip of his tongue traces across your plump upper lip. 

“pleasepleaseplease! pretty please!”

Heeseung sits back, smacking your hand away from your core. licking between his fingers before taking over your position. he rubs circles just as you had, better even. firmer, rougher and more commanding. forearm flexing, lined with angry veins from his meaty hand to the crook of his elbow. 

“such a dirty girl, always staring at me. even sneaking into my room to watch me.” he teases, sliding up and down between your folds. “is that how badly you want me? no decency to even ask, creep around instead hoping to get caught.”

it’s humiliating how much you wither and grind against his palm. babbling on about how you aren’t a creep, you’re not a dirty girl; earning smack after smack on your pussy with each denial.

“you’re so tight..” Heeseung glides the tips of two fingers inside, much like you had. “wanna feel you struggle to stretch around me. is that what you want?”

the more questions he asks feel more and more like a jeer, poking fun of you to your face in your weakest moment. left with no choice but to admit the truth if you want to get off. “wa-wanna feel you, feel you f-fuck me.”

Heeseung’s mouth goes numb, unable to control the amount of saliva coating his tongue. wanting to maul your cunt and feel your thighs clamp around him, strangle him until he can’t breathe properly.

“gonna fuck you, punish you being a bad girl.” he goes on patronizing you, using the act to set aside how badly he needs to feel you. fighting back from violently licking strips up your pretty cunt until you scream for him.

Heeseung’s parting open your thighs again, pushing at the backs of your knees until you hitch up enough. ass raised off his bed letting out mournful little whimpers, huffing his name out in broken parts.

“seung..” you can’t stop whining, embarrassed by how he admires your hole, lifting your lower half enough for you to watch as well. becoming obsessed with the flutter and push, his face dips in closer; the tip of his nose gliding in a circle around your clit. meticulously moving lower and lower until his lips pucker at your entrance.

“fuck..” Heeseung groans, breathing in your heady scent. kissing and pulling back to watch your hole spasm, empty, calling for him to use over and over again.

he can’t wait anymore, unhinging his jaw as he leans in, licking a fat stripe from your delicate hole to your clit; sucking a way up your glossy seam with a long drag of his tongue. Heeseung swirls around your clit expertly, pleased by your hands burying into his hair. clutching and pulling waves of pleasure down to his cock. he ruts against the bed, firmly gripping onto your hips for control.

slammed back down, he works with your circling hips, grunting with each pass on your stiff clit. using extra force to stop your incessant movements and hips from slipping free, he locks around your bundle of nerves. suckling and paying extra attention to your moans amplified with each pointed stroke of his tongue along the sides.

bucking up, you set a grind against his hot mouth. crying out and ripping bunches of his hair to a painful point, evident by the way Heeseung’s eyes clench shut, swallowing down hissed moans.

“fuck! oh fuck Hee—“ breaking off into a repeated round of pleads, his mouth lowers, pushing past your tightened entrance to curl his tongue deep inside of you. nose shoved against your clit wiggling side to side with his tongue lodged as far as his jaw will allow. “I-I can’t!”

you buckle, slapping your thighs together against his hold only to be pushed up higher to accommodate his mouth. relentlessly he buries his tongue in, stealing an orgasm out of you faster than you can process. mind hazy and sensitive as you attempt to move away from his lips wrapped around your clit.

“n-no more..can’t, no m-ore.” your protest falls on deaf ears, ignoring you as he litters kisses over your mound. Heeseung sits up, slapping the sides of your thighs. the tip of his nose obscenely wet, dripping from the tip with your arousal.

“oh you can’t?” he pouts, large glossy eyes innocent as he blinks slowly. “you can’t?? after hiding in my closet and begging me to fuck you?? you can’t?”

“Heeseung..” you whimper brokenly, too exhausted to mutter anything more.

“aww” he chides, kissing the backs of his teeth. “Heeseunnggggg.”

he laughs arrogantly between lapping his upper lip clean, cupping your center to dig the heel of his palm against your clit and watch you cry harder. 

“Heeseung Heeseung Heeseung,” he repeats, mimicking your strained tone. a playful smirk lifts one corner of his mouth, leisurely toying with your heat. “say you can’t anymore, but your pussy won’t stop rubbing against me. a creep, and a liar?”

“no..not..” your teeth chatter, embarrassed that you can’t even give him a proper reply. incoherence taking over your sense, the only thought filling your head to get fucked.

Heeseung’s smirk grows at that, rolling two fingers down, he circles your entrance, smearing the release between his digits. “I can fuck you deeper than your useless little fingers, that’s what you want, right? want me to make you cum, fucked full of my cock. bet you thought about it, watching me jerk off.. wishing it was you.”

“I—I…n-no..” you try to say, breaking off as Heeseung licks his palm clean. twisting the bottom of his t-shirt off, he throws it aside. the tip of his cock rages against his stomach trapped in his waistband, red and swollen. “oh fuck.”

“what was that now?” he sneers, wiggling a finger for you to sit up. “come here.”

obediently you lift without hesitation, coughing to mask your embarrassment. Heeseung fakes a pout, capturing your cheeks with one hand. the pads of his fingers sink into the hollows, forcing your mouth to jut out as he continues to jeer. “what would my sister say if she found out you were in here? drooling, covered in snot and tears, pussy making a fucking mess on my bed.”

“please, d-don’t tell her..” you pant as he brushes against your lips, sucking your wheezed breath away. 

“you gonna be a good girl and listen to me now?” he nods your head for you, trapping your bottom lip between his teeth. neediness and lust paints your mouth, swallowed and sucked around. a rushed heated kiss loosening your head to hang limblessly from your neck, passing thirsty moans between the swipes of his lips.

“please,” you pant, swallowing dryly. “please, wanna be so good for you. wanna be the best for you.”

“I know, my cute good girl..” he coo’s, slapping your hip until you flip around onto your knees. Heeseung whips a hand across your ass, hard, stinging in the aftermath. “yeah, just like that. show me how pretty that pussy looks from the back.”

despite your fingers wrinkling his bedding, and your waist trembling from another slap to your bottom, you nod. arching forward pushing your ass out further, curving your hips wider to space out an area between your legs for him.

Heeseung audibly swallows behind you, the click and clack of his belt and zipper chills up your spine. face dropping lower to catch a glimpse of his naked flexed thighs. his fist pumping up and down, spreading excess amounts of pre-cum to coat his length.

shifting closer, he drags his dick through your glistening folds. cursing and grunting behind you about how it feels so good, feels so right. “so fucking wet, dripping down to your knees.”

choking out a cough, you duck, burying the side of your face in his bed to hide your shame. he’s right, lewd drops of wetness stream down your inner thighs. disgustingly aroused, your hole pulses, kissing at his tip eagerly with each pass. 

“what was that again? you can’t, right?” he laughs, going stir crazy from each ripple your ass gives upon making contact with his hips. 

“please, I’m g-good…good gi—“ you whimper again, cut off by Heeseung’s hips ramming forward. burying inside of you for the first time, deep and stretched full. better than any stretch you’ve experienced. 

he fucks vigorously, clapping against the backs of your thighs and ass. jerking your knees to move forward until you’re gripping for dear life onto the edge of his bed, muffling drawn out screams by biting at his blanket. “fuckfuck!”

Heeseung only fucks you deeper, gaining power as you lose yours, burying his dick into you over and over. he can’t tell what’s better, watching your ass bounce sinking up and down on his wet length, or your adorable whimpers, stammering his name out like a broken record.

“so good, best pussy I’ve ever had.” he grits out while moaning, leaning over your back to grab a fistful of your hair and tug your dipped in back against his chest. he bites at your jaw, focusing on your eyes rolling around as he fucks you. “this what you wanted, huh?”

Heeseung shakes your head, pulling roughly on your scalp with a merciless grip. “needed, always w-wanted you.”

“fuck!” letting go of your hair, he circles your waist. thighs burning as he fucks into you with more force, throttling up hard enough to bruise your ass. “been wanting this, wanted to fuck you for so long. always staring at me like such an innocent slut, making me picture you while I cum all over my fist, is that right?”

you give him no more than breathless pants, eyebrows furrowed together as he hits deeper and deeper inside of you. the repetitive motion reaching past your sanity, split open on his length over and over again. he’s too deep, throbbing fiercely, pushing your walls to the limit. his balls smack against you obscenely, exuding lewd sounds between your bodies; disgusting and brain numbing.

“wanna feel you squeeze around me, milk my cock dry.” he puffs hotly, nibbling on your earlobe. fingers spider their way to your clit adding more anticipation and curling arousal licking through your gut. he taps on your bundle of nerves, pressing down in a torturous mean way. 

“Hee!” you jolt, ass clapping back against his hips and stomach much too noisily. gurgling moans between your wailed cries, he grunts, slapping his free hand over your mouth.

“shh, you want everyone to hear?” more determined to make you cum, Heeseung rolls your clit between two fingers. working his hips with renewed vigor to thrust into you harder and faster. each slide of his cock fills your insides, shaping your cunt to fit his size and ruin you for anyone else. “so fucking cute taking my cock, crying and still begging for more like a good girl should.”

even with your mouth covered, his bed creaks and squeaks loudly. muffled ‘yesyesyesyesyes!’ spew out all over his palm, tapping your clit just right following each tightened clamp around his size. Heeseung grunts, licking up your cheek and hissing as you squeeze around him screaming under his hand.

“so. fucking. good.” he emphasizes with hard powerful thrusts, gritting his teeth against your forehead. hips stilling and twitching behind you. his eyelashes flutter, letting out a guttural whimper by your hairline. “there you fucking go, giving me all of that pussy.”

Heeseung has to sigh, months of wet dreams and watching his cum spill down the shower drain could never compare to this. not as he lets you drop forward, limp on his bed, fingers twitching where they land. 

slowly he draws out, groaning and rubbing his face with a rough touch. stuck on how your juices continue to pour free, coating his length with release he gave you. realease sticking his balls to his inner thighs, filthy, and so fucking cute.

he tugs at himself, once, twice, spurting out warm white ropes on your lower back. noisy even with his lips pursed together as he smears it with the tip of his cock, pushing down for cum to dry between your ass.

kissing up your back, he bites at your shoulder, pressing his stomach on the mess only to make you squirm, disgusted.

sprawled under his weight, you blink slowly, coming back to life and reaching for a pair of discarded blue boxers half hanging off the side. clutching them in your fist to take back with you after getting cleaned up. 

choosing dare turned out to be the best decision.

the oddinary universe || series || stray kids

series description: the universe you lived in was ugly, chaotic and evil, and the way to survive in night city was ensuring others don’t. love didn’t last, but many were still naive enough to try or believe otherwise. gangs and criminal activity ran rampant and were so familiar, you were practically raised to be unphased by death, even if you were one of the lucky few who grew up rich. it was very much be or be killed. for some that came easier to accept than it did to others. 

status: coming mid-may || updates: once every two weeks if not once a week || taglist: open, let me know if you want to be added || general warnings: angst, explicit sexual content, some character death, happy endings & some not, fluff too i promise ||

» we’ll never get to heaven || lee felix 

when the threat level in pacifica was raised to catastrophic you didn’t feel afraid. in fact, there was a thrill in feeling like rules didn’t apply to you as you and felix lived carefree and naive. you’d get away with anything in the shadows and no one would say anything. unfortunately, everyone else was free to do the same, and you witness the one thing that shatters your already weak heart. 

|| rating NC-17 || genre ||warnings || words||

» lonely hearts || kim seungmin

an old friends death had rung through night city as if he’d meant far more than he did, reaching even the badlands where seungmin had kept to himself for years. that is until you show up at his doorstep asking for his skillset that he’d abandoned a long time ago, and he’s dragged back to the city he’d once left behind.

|| rating NC-17 || genre ||warnings || words||

» the coldest winter || lee minho

the love of your life had killed your best friend and you were hellbent on revenge the moment you knew. you’d done many things to survive in night city, a lot of which was brushed under the table as your criminal record ran new lengths, but if the time called for it, could you kill him too?

|| rating NC-17 || genre ||warnings || words||

» russian roulette || hwang hyunjin

he’d lived without love for so long that when you saved his life, hyunjin felt immediately indebted to you and only you. becoming your second in command was effortless, and falling in love with you was even easier. never did he think you’d return it with coldblooded betrayal.

|| rating NC-17 || genre ||warnings || words||

» head in the clouds || han jisung

han had never known his life to be difficult. he grew up rich and luxuriously, maybe even a bit of a brat at times expecting everyone at his beck and call. with his father throwing endless eurodollars at him to spend, his friends push him to a club in his district that’s known for girls that fulfill your deepest desires, and he ends up falling for you. it’s a shame you never remember him.

|| rating NC-17 || genre ||warnings || words||

» a little death || yang jeongin

growing up, you’d been laughed at for still reading romance novels, believing that maybe you’d be lucky enough to fall in love and have someone love you back. but stories were never an accurate reflection to how the world worked. it wasn’t intentional, falling in love with a man who worked for a well known contracted assassin whose face remained unknown, yet here you were, doing just that.

|| rating NC-17 || genre || warnings || words ||

» the alley near 7th hell || seo changbin

changbin fought dirty. growing up in one of the worst neighbourhoods, he never knew any better. doing odd jobs under the table and knowing almost every body and everything in night city ensured that enough people came to him for information that he was willing to get even if it cost him a few cuts and bruises. when you become desperate enough to turn to the streets when your brother goes missing, changbin is quick to respond for money. he never once thinks his heart will react too.

|| rating NC-17 || genre ||warnings || words||

» beauty in death || christopher bang

bangchan only worked when it was brought to him and he decided it was worth his time. it’s what he was known for, that he only appeared when prompted and on a mission to kill or be killed. when a letter lands at his desk, asking to kill a girl he’d only heard rumours about existing, temptation threatens to ruin him. 

|| rating NC-17 || genre ||warnings || words||

while there are general warnings, each story will have more specific warnings and potential triggers so please do look out for those before reading. all stories are NC-17 so if you are a minor do not interact with any of these works.

the readers in each story as well as the members of stray kids do all connect in their own way, but these stories do not need to be read together. however, i have worked on intertwining them and they are set in the same universe around the same time, so hopefully they work cohesively if you read them in order (which i recommend you do if you’re going to read all eight). i would also still encourage reading them as a series. 

as much as i wish i could take credit for night city, it is not my own. night city is the city you play in when playing cyberpunk 2077 which this story is heavily inspired by in terms of the world. i did a lot of research about the different districts and how they work and built my stories into them and then built on top of it to make it more my own. the story itself is also still mine.

|| banners are made by my lovely friend, in this case @sarawatsaraleo so thank you my lovely for them ||

please do not copy, repost, translate or take any of my work under the pretence that it is yours. all work is purely fictional and in no way depicts the real stray kids || © 2022 all rights reserved

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let me in (l.hs, s.jy): read here

hard (p.sh, p.js): read here

FEELING UNWELL AT HOW HYUNJIN PULLS ON FELIX' HAIR

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genre: smut, college au

pairing: programmer! beomgyu x gn reader (afab when it comes to smut)

warnings: nsfw, sub virgin! beomgyu, dom! reader, corruption kink, mentions of p0rn, handjob, riding

word count: 1.8k

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WHAT WHAT WHAT WHAT OMFG

housewarming | hyunjin, han , felix | m

minors dni!!!

pairing- female reader x hyunjin, han, felix

genre- smut, foursome

summary- you just moved into the new shared apartment after being kicked out of your old one. looking to stay out of trouble and just find a place to live, you didn’t really bother about specifics. well, after meeting your extremely seductive roommates, maybe you should’ve read the fine print carefully.

sexual content warnings- fingering, kissing, foursome, use of petnames- angel, pet, bunny, dirty talk, pussy licking, oral sex (female receiving), nipple play

requested- yes, for- @seungminlovr 

wc-2.8K

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tags- @dreamescapeswriting​ @cocainee-queen​ @eastleighsblog​ @seungminlovr 

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“that prick-“ you cursed your landlord, more specifically his son as you lugged your boxes out of your apartment. “stupid son of a-.” you huffed, reaching for a water bottle.

“well you could have prevented this.” your bestfriend sana supplied unhelpfully, placing the stack of books outside.

“yeah by sucking the landlord’s son’s dick.” minho, your other best friend frowned at her as he picked up the box you’d abandoned. “no thank you, our y/n has much better standards.”

“and yet she sucked yours-“ sana quipped back to which minho bit back.

“and she liked it, what about it?” he rose an eyebrow, gloating about the fact that he’d gotten you, the great y/n to sleep with him.

“shut up both of you.” you groaned, tired of moving things all day and ever so conveniently, the said landlord’s son walked down the stairs to you.

“oh no poor y/n, should’ve listened.” sooho mocked. “what will you do now?” 

as much as he was hated, he was also right. you really had no place to go to.

“fuck off asshole.” minho walked up to him, threatening him to walk away and you did see sooho gulp.

well, minho was a very intimidating guy and ever since he began gymming, oof, boy got the muscles.

“whatever, this guy? you turned me down for this?” sooho pointed to minho as if minho was scum and sooho who wasn’t anywhere near minho’s level was god.

“get lost you prick. your dick’s probably too small to suck on anyway.” you stuck your tongue out to which minho howled, clapping your hands in a high five. 

sooho frowned before he gave you one last look and stormed off. “she can’t help it, one man doesn’t do it for her-.” minho began mumbling so only you could hear but you nudged his shoulder painfully, making him stop.

if sana ever found out about your - not so- normal interests, she might just gloat all over the town about how she always knew you- her best friend was into threesomes and foursomes.

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thomas jefferson and sally hemings did not have a forbidden romance as many historians like to say. sallywas thomas’s child sex slave and it’s time that people know the truth about our founding fathers. 

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GOODBYE AMGAJAGAMSGJSHS THE WAY HIS BREATH IS SHAKING I CAAAAAAAAAANT

PLEASE HE WOULD BE SO LOUD I AM UNWELL RN