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PROFILES 1 // tattoo artists 💯

IN WHICH heeseung, a well known rock band member, was unable to get a tattoo due to conflict between the concert date and his appointment so he decides to find another tattoo artist available for the day.

.@.moon2yn: owner of the nanastar tattoo studio. she dropped out of college in order to pursue a career as a tattoo artist. while in college she was mastering her craft in her ex boyfriend's studio. after the pretty harsh breakup, she decided to start her own business. then, she decided to employ juyeon, the guy who designed her first ever tattoo. at the beginning there was only her and juyeon, but after giselle started working with them, everything started to feel just right for the three of them - just like it was written in the stars.

.@.youryeon: even tho he's working in yn's studio, he's still a college student. while trying his best to balance his work-studying lifestyle he still struggles to find someone to love. made a promise to yn, that no matter what happens, he will always have her back. overall a very devoted guy, not only to his family and friends but also to his work.

.@.aerigato: while in japan she was working for a manga publisher and her job included creating the manga posters. after the company announced that they might bankrupt soon, she decided to pack up her things and start looking for a new job. after some digging in the internet she found small tattoo business in seoul, south korea. she risked everything and decided to move there and try her luck with this occupation. due to her talent and charisma she was employed pretty quickly.

.@.patient127: well... definitely not yn!

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more than this - p.js 18+ smau

enha masterlist

𓆩♡𓆪 in a society where hybrid's were still made to feel like nothing, you wanted to show jay how much more he was worth

hybrid!jay x female!reader social media au

warnings: there will be smut in later chapters, this smau will tackle some rough topics and i'll put warnings for these on the chapters! cheating!!!!!

note: not all characters are hybrids, the profiles will outline who is hybrid and who is human etc, please read carefully! niki won't be in this fic due to the nature of the content! please respect that!

taglist: 18+ blogs only, please send an ask to be part of the taglist for this fic, if you're on the perma taglist you will be tagged anyway so no need to send an ask!

start date: 08/03/23

end date: tba

profiles

01 - faceless discord mod

02 - have I been purring?

03 - you just be saying anything

04 - heeseung's cheap ass aftershave

05 - lil meow meow

06 - the whole city is asleep

07 - inch resting

08 - jake YOU'RE drooling

09 - business transaction

10 - sweetheart

11 - I don't speak furry

12 - guilty

13 - you're his mistress

14 - tomorrow

I'm waiting for......yk......iykyk

I wanna make this picture my whole personality

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04 - heeseung's cheap ass aftershave

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I'm a Virgin, Not a Murderer | M.List

virgin!heeseung x sex worker!reader warnings: set in the 90's london, smut (mdni), oral (m.rec), fingering, unprotected sex, cream pie, murder, character death, mentions of sex work (use of word prostitute and tart), strip clubs, running from the police, blood, guns, spec warnings on individual chapters. estimated overall wc: 50k-60k synopsis: heeseung is determined to lose his virginity before the end of college and luckily for him, you offer the perfect service; but what he doesn't anticipate is walking out the hotel room still a virgin and now a murderer.

chapters:

one: pop your cherry; here

two: saturn and uranus; here

three: ride or dye; here

four: if you jump...; here

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go big or go home (l. hs)

pairing. heeseung x female reader

genre. college AU, nerdy Heeseung, crack, one shot, pwop, total filth

warnings. profanity, y/n is a meanie, wrestling.., strength/muscle kink, body descriptions, fictional fiction. smut warnings under cut. minors DNI.

wc. 6.3k+

now playing. go big or go home//enhypen

a/n. this is a rework of my nct fic Beatbox that I’ve been asked to make an enha version of a few times. enjoy!

smut warnings. switching, oral, grappling(headlocks, chokeholds, thigh crushing, full nelson, pinning, etc), degradation, competitive rough sex, breeding, spit, use of ‘bambi’, submission

———————-

‘If you fail your political history course, I have to sit you out for the upcoming season.’

“Who even studies this shit.” The sheet filled with requirements to continue competing with your varsity wrestling team wrinkles between your fingers.

Three of your courses blared at you, circled with vibrant red sharpie to add more threat behind your coaches words.

‘If you don’t pick up your fucking slack asap, say goodbye to competing in the championship finals.’

No amount of kicking at your locker and swinging your backpack around on your way to class assisted in relieving any of your frustration.

If only you had a dick, fat chance any guy on the boys wrestling team had to worry about their grades. Everyone knew the dean favored his beloved male athletes, bragged and boasted about across states through various top leading universities.

“A tutor.” You murmur, rolling your eyes. Reprimanded and put on time-out until you have at the least found a tutor. Either miss out on one of the biggest tournaments in the upcoming weeks, or get your ass a tutor to help you pass your mid-terms.

Someone smart, obviously, a full fledged nerd with their nose buried in a book.

Hmm, no, not Jake… he hadn’t even made top of your class last year.

Definitely not that pervert Jongseong that got caught behind the bleachers jerking off..

Glancing around, you begin to weigh your options.

Sunghoon, he’s a brain, but he still had tape holding his glasses together after you snapped them in half two months ago. His fault for getting in your way and making you late to practice.

A peachy pink blonde head of hair and a pile of books masking your potential essential nerd grabs your eye.

The communist manifesto hovers before his face, allowing you enough of a view of thin rimmed silver lenses and eyebrows furrowed deep in concentration. Sneakily you move over to the closest seat near him, silently rejoicing when you spot a pocket protector sitting on his chest.

Perfect.

“Hey hey, you a new transfer?”

The boy next to you appears horrified, offended with his jaw hung loose. Large doe eyes more pronounced behind bifocal frames. He splutters, licking at his pouted bow-shaped lips. “I’ve been in this class all year! You transferred into my grade, 10 years ago!”

“Huh?” You shrug, prodding the inside of your cheek in thought. “Really? Weird.”

“Y-yo-you have to be joking!”

“Anyway,” you flick his chin, smirking. “I need a tutor.”

The boy before you grows more indignant, fumbling to set a bookmark in place and fully turn to face you.

“Why would I help you?!” He scoffs, pushing his glasses higher up the bridge of his nose. “You pulled down my pants at our 8th grade dance! In front of the entire school!”

“That was you?!”

“And then you poured punch on me! And told everyone I pissed myself!” He stammers, tapping one of his loafers with each shake of his leg.

“There’s no way that was you!” You giggle, waving him off. “That was this dork Hee—“

“Heeseung!” He hisses, ripping off his glasses to fix you with a steely look. “Me!”

“Oh my god?? Heedeungie??” You snort, reaching out to glide a finger down his jaw and pinch his full cheek. “What happened to that cute lisp you had?.”

Heeseung rustles, smacking your hand away with his lips angrily pursed together. Appearing more and more perturbed by everything you say. “Don’t touch me!”

Letting out a sarcastic filled coo you lean in closer, pinching at his chin between 2 fingers to look at you. “Aw, did I upset you Bambi boy?”

His eyelids push so far back that you’re surprised when his eyes stay put, expecting for them to fall out and bounce on his notebook. “What did you just call me?” He says incredulously, grasping onto your wrist tightly. “Don’t call me that!”

“Damn, this nerd has some strength,” you cringe, shaking him off. Weakly punching at his arm only to feel overtaken with disbelief again, digging a finger in as you pout and wonder why he feels so firm. Too firm for a nerd..

“I said stop touching me!” He glowers, forcefully ripping your arm away. “Go away! I do not want to help you in any way!”

“Aw come onnnn, pleaseeee little Bambi?”

“Stop calling me that!” He hisses, inching closer to speak sternly. “Why do you keep calling me that?!”

Smoothing a few digits through his hair, you trace down to his war. Tugging on it and tilting your head with a smirk. “You even act like a cute little deer, the perfect prey for a good hunt. Can’t even hide those big pretty innocent eyes full of fear.” 

“Listen,” he snaps before your face, nearly chopping your nose in the process. “I am not going to tutor you! and stop calling me a weak little deer!”

Hope seems lost until you notice a crimson flush spiking up from his nape. Heeseung’s gaze bounces, clearing his throat as he reaches for his book. Faint shades of pink burn at his cheeks, reaching up to the corners of his nose.

“Aww, you like it!” You laugh, scooting closer for your leg to drape over his. “Hear me out Bambi baby- if you help me out, I’ll help you out.”

“I don’t need nor want your help.” He mutters, refusing to meet your stare any longer. Aware of the blush taking over his face destroying the facade he continues on with.

“That’s not true, and you know how I know that?”

Sighing, his chin dips in, frustrated by his curious subconscious. “How.”

“Because I’m the predator, and you are the prey.” You say snarkily, shifting your leg to slot between his. Digging an elbow into his side and breaking into a round of giggles at the sight of his lips parting open letting out a quiet breathy moan. 

“Listen, Bambi boy, my coach is up my ass about finding a tutor. Just swing by at the end of practice so I can tell him someone with a 4.0 gpa has agreed to help me.” You plead, squeezing at his arm again with confusion. “Why do you feel like that?”

Heeseung throws a hissy fit, shimmying out of your grip once again while snarling in a much too cute way for you to take seriously. “No! Now go away you damn cretin!”

“Hear me out!” You grunt, rolling your eyes. “I know the captain of the football team gives you a swirly every Monday morning.”

Heeseung’s jaw drops yet again, beginning to hate himself for not just getting up and moving away. Too afraid that one slight movement could have his raging hard-on rubbing against your calve between his thighs. Starting to find one of your bullies attractive had to make him sick in the head somehow. “Why do you know that?! You just asked me if I transferred!”

“Uh.. selective memory.” You shrug, playing it off with a wide smile. “Anyway, what if I can get him to stop?”

His ears perk up at that, flitting a shifty gaze your way. “You can’t.”

“Oh, trust me, I can. He’s wanted me to suck his dick since the first day of Uni.” You nod mischievously, wiggling your eyebrows.

Heeseung slumps deeper into his seat, contemplating how late those damn swirlies make him for class, having to rush to lecture after rinsing and restyling his hair. “You know, toilet water is terrible for a fried bleached scalp.”

“My hair is not fried!” He barks, nose scrunching up adorably in irritation.

“You’re right, it looks great..” you note, testing a silky tuft of locks between two fingers with a rough pull. “Kind of weird for a nerd to care this much about his looks though..”

Heeseung jerks away, glaring at you for mocking him. “Applying for internships has been hard..”

“Ahh, well the pink or whatever, looks great on you at least!” Giving him a thumbs up, you invade his space once again. “So, how about it? No more toilet diving if you tutor me??”

He sighs again, expression full of thought as he pouts and aggressively taps at the end of his pen.

“Fine.” His shoulders drop, feeling tense and uncomfortable by the proximity you’ve kept up for much for too long at his side now. Not missing the way your fingers kneaded at his bicep earlier or the intrigued ‘hmm’ tickling at the back of your throat.

“Great! Come by the gym at 4!”

———————-

Heeseung trudges toward the gym hall, retelling the memories of his first year when Jay had convinced him to join him and peep on the girls wrestling team practice from behind the bleachers.

His throat dries, regretting every life decision he’s ever made as he steps inside and spots you choking another girl down onto the ground under your armpit. Deeply swallowing, he settles at the corner of the bleachers uncomfortably. Unable to even pretend that he’s not fascinated by the way you grunt and scream like a wild animal with a mouthguard in as you throttle your opponent down.

Heeseung hates the way he has to tug at his collar, clearing his throat while blinking away to calm his excitement. This was all Jay’s fault, always going on about how hot wrestling porn is, especially when the girl in the video starts off strong only to lose and get annihilated by a huge cock.

‘I’ve never wanted anything more.’ His friend said while peering through small open spaces from behind a set of bleachers. ‘Look at that one.’

Jay nudges his chin in your direction, grappling down your opponent with a shout and slamming your fists on your chests like a beast. ‘Bet she would be so fun to fucking ruin.’

Heeseung hates that his friend was right. Even now as he watches you jump up from the ground showing off your flexibility with a cocky grin; he can’t help but think about it. How exhilarating and hot it would be to experience you trying to take him down. Fight him with that same smile stretching your mouth in a crass way, disgusting how full of yourself you are. The way you walk around thinking you’re hot shit and no one can touch you.

Too deep in his head and fantasies, Heeseung manages to miss you walking right up to him. Shaking out of his thoughts as you let out a boisterous obnoxious laugh and point at his lap.

“Are you seriously fucking hard from watching me practice!?” You shout out much too loud, humiliating him as your teammates all glance over and begin to laugh.

“Ugh. Fucking nerds are all the same.” Your friend taunts passing by on her way to the locker room. “Just like that other loser Jongseong that thinks we can’t hear him busting a nut behind the bleachers.”

Punching at his shoulder, you laugh more, clutching your stomach and wiping at tears before they can run down your cheeks. “That’s so cute Bambi boy, you wanna wrestle me or something?”

Heeseung’s mouth opens. Opening and slams shut repeatedly at a loss for words as he drags a heated gaze over your sweat soaked uniform. Spending too much time admiring the fold that’s formed between your thighs, wedged up nicely between your…

“Dude, what the fuck? Quit staring at my vag like that.” You punch him again, whistling for your coach to come over and meet your ‘tutor’.

Heeseung jumps up, standing by your side with false confidence. “Maybe I do!”

“What was that now, Bambi?”

“Stop calling me that!” He huffs, balling up his fist. “I could wrestle you, and I bet that I can even beat you.”

“Excuse me?!” You snort, fixing him with amused wide eyes. “Are you serious right now?”

“I am.” He says, nodding and pursing his lips to appear tough. “If you pass your mid-term, then you owe me a match.”

Nerves rise fast as your coach approaches, spluttering, too stunned to think over what he’s said. “You have a thing for girls beating your ass?”

Heeseung’s nose twitches, eyes thinning as he shoves against your side. “We have a deal or what?”

“Fine!” You panic, rushed to answer while waving at your coach. “I got a tutor!”

Between fake smiles and quickly falsifying study sessions, you end up actually taking on tutoring lessons. Successfully scoring Heeseung a match with one of the best wrestlers on the team.

———————-

“Why do you have a wrestling mat in your basement?” Heeseung asks one day, following you through your house to the second room you have taken over for practice purposes.

“The better to wrestle you with.” You wink, nudging his side. “I’m studying hard just to whoop your cute Bambi ass.”

“What happens if I lose?” Heeseung questions, cracking his toes against the wrestling mat laid out in your basement.

“What do you mean ‘what if?’, you still think you have even the slightest chance to beat me?” You sneer. Too cocky for your own good as you squat with your legs stretched to loosen your hips. Predicting you will need the extra help if things go as you’ve planned.

Heeseung’s gaze shifts, bouncing around the room he’s helped you study in over the past couple of weeks. Toying with the zipper cool against his throat as he realizes how ridiculous this situation is.

“Listen, I don’t think this is a good idea.” He reiterates, briskly eyeing the loose sweats hiding what he assumes is your spandex wrestling uniform.

“It’s okay to lose, Bambi boy.“ You wink, standing up to discard the zip-up hoodie covering up a skin-tight fitted one piece. Snug in all the right places that make his throat visibly bob the second he spots your smooth skin. Lathered in lotion you noticed he seemed to enjoy the scent of the last time you wore it during a study session.

“I’ll go easy on you.” With a coy smile you shove down your bottoms just enough to give him peeks of your naked hips. The majority of the lycra fabric has bunched up, riding up your ass in a lewd way that causes Heeseung to clear his throat, averting his focus to the ground.

“I truly have no idea how you passed your mid-term.” Heeseung rolls his eyes, stretching back his shoulders as he reaches to unzip his sweater.

The prideful grin bunching your cheeks slowly falls apart, drooping comically the more he unveils planes of flesh; sculpted and carved to perfection from long hours spent lifting weights.

Heeseung lets his jacket slip down his arms, standing proud with a blank face as your jaw hangs. It takes more restraint than he imagined to control the twitch pinching at his mouth, avoiding the intense stare tracing from his lengthy throat, pronounced Adam’s apple, broad shoulders and thick chest trapped between bulging biceps.

“What the fuck.” You announce, breathlessly. “What the fuck dude?!”

Heeseung shrugs, breaking into a smile that scrunches his nose, pushing his glasses up higher between his eyebrows. “You’ll go easy on me, right?”

Heeseung’s buff. A fucking buff nerd that’s never once mentioned that he took up absorbing protein shakes like water and bulking up at the gym after long days filled with studying and schoolwork.

“Hey.” He pushes your chin to shut your mouth before your tongue can loll out like a thirsty dog. “Try not to look so shocked, it’s kind of rude.”

“Why—” you gulp, finally snapping out of it enough to toe off your sweats and kick them aside. “Why the fuck are you this yolked?!”

Heeseung shrugs, unzipping his bottoms to further make you shrivel, lowering his jeans to show off the tiniest pair of spandex shorts. They dig into his upper thigh, cutting at the flexed muscle framing the thick shape between.

“Oh come on!”

He chuckles, bending over to strip the rest of his clothing off. Balling up his outfit to throw aside, he stands straight in all his glory. Cut and ripped leading up to a soft face, sharp jawline and doe eyes, pouting much too cutely for that build.

“You’re fucking with me.” You utter, cleaning off imaginary drool from your chin.

“Not yet..” Heeseung cocks a brow, cracking his neck side to side. “I got tired of not fighting back, so I started working out.”

He shrugs, done explaining more when he recalls that you are one of the many who tormented him over the years. Making fun of him without care, invisible to you unless it was to pick on him.

“That makes sense.” You murmur to yourself, kicking out your legs before settling in a lowered stance. Fully prepared to take down your larger opponent. “Guess I won’t be taking it very easy on you after all.”

“Won’t you spare me?” He smirks, bending at his knees with his arms lifted to grab you and tackle you down.

Heeseung gulps to contain his nerves, thankful for the shadow falling on his glasses beneath the dim lighting fanned throughout the room. His throats already began to dry, flitting over your breasts obscenely squeezed out, shoved together creating perfect perky fat mounds ready to be choked between his fingers.

Time to size up your competitor goes to complete shit. Heeseung’s grown beyond comprehension, larger than you ever recall seeing him. Corded muscles strain up his thighs to narrow hips and a tight little waist dipping in such an absurd way. His frame widens ridiculously at his chest, more ridiculous than the situation you’ve put yourself in as a mere joke.

Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck.

Licking at your lips, you begin to circle him, following suit as he mimics your motions.

Inhaling a deep breath, you meet his gaze, lowering your chin for intimidation. “Hey, Heeseung.”

“Huh?”

You almost feel sorry attacking his weak spot by throwing him off. It’s playing dirty, but you know there’s no better way to get him plastered on his back. Tackled down onto the mat with your face buried in his chest, Heeseung lets out a gust of air. Caught off guard as you ram him down in one fell swoop.

He grunts, the back of his head bouncing off the mat; realizing he should have suffered itchy burning eyeballs and opted for contact lenses today.

“Amateur,” you groan, tethering his forearms together. Each muscle lining your back screams. Flexing as you attempt to take control by slotting your hips against his. “Shouldn’t be s-so cocky—“

Heeseung growls, huffing out another breath to blow his bangs off of his forehead. Jerking his hips up to jostle your weight to the side brings on instant regret, muffling a curse by locking his lips. His cock fattens, searing heat pulses from the tip of his length to his navel.

“F-fuck,” you grit, pressing harder onto his crossed arms until his chest caves. “Playing dirty won’t help you win.”

Heeseung’s breath lodges, clenching the backs of his teeth as he bends his knees. His heels dig into the mat, hoisting up with more force until you topple over and lose your balance, fast as he escapes your grip and grabs onto your shoulders and plants your back flat.

“Playing dirty?” He asks, seductively licking at his front teeth.

Heeseung circles your thighs, pushing them open to space an area for himself between your legs. He hovers near your lips, glasses slipping lower, just above the tip of his nose. “Like you distracting me with your entire ass out? What the fuck are you even wearing, huh?”

“Get off of me!” You say with clamped teeth, only bringing amusement to his face as his biceps bracket your head. “This is a normal uniform!”

“Yeah,” he laughs, using the end of your nose to set his glasses back into place. His hips roll, a focused control freezing your lower half down as his knees burn against the mat, turning sticky with moisture secreting. “A normal uniform for some slut doing wrestling porn. That’s what this is for you, isn’t it?”

He finishes the question with a pointed grind, cock nestled against your clothed core further burying the material of your suit between your folds. “Between the two of us, you know who lacks brains here.”

Heeseung’s gaze darkens, lowering closer until his bottom lip runs between the seam of your mouth. Fitting together deliciously, wet from sweat gathering on both of your upper lips and saliva clinging to the tips of your tongues.

He can feel it, hot and humid against his groin. Your pussy spreading over his shorts, clit incessantly rubbing on your suit with each little shift.

“Ugh, f-fucking nerd.” Squeezing your eyes shut, you struggle by jostling your lower half as much as you can. Barely fazing him as he licks down your chin, forming a trail of drool down to the middle of your neck hollowing in for him to lap at. The sweat pooled there tastes savory at first, hit by a bitter aftertaste from the alcohol in your scented lotion. Fitting for you, sour and sweet as you’ve acted with him.

“Call me a nerd again.” He pushes up, causing your eyebrows to twist as his chest pumps out. Pecs hard as a rock, nipples pointed like icicles despite the heat gathering between your bodies. “See what happens.”

“Oooh, s-so scared,” you choke, Heeseung grabbing onto your throat when you try to sit up and shove him off. “I’ll break your glasses, see how tough you f-feel.”

Your taunting only eggs him on, ferociously pushing his side against your inner thigh until your centers fully exposed for him to press three digits against your exposed folds. Gliding up to pinch your suit around your clit until your feet slip and you kick at the mat.

“Get this wet for a fucking nerd huh?” He jeers, rolling your bundle of nerves under the damp fabric. “Maybe that’s why you bullied me, wanted me to fuck that bratty better-than-you attitude out of you.”

All you can do is struggle, attempting to dislodge your throat from his menacing hold, only seeping his fingers further into the veins rapidly pulsating up the sides of your neck.

“If only it had been the other way around.” He goes on mocking, blurring over your clit faster and faster until you’re coughing between trapped moans. “Imagine if I bullied you. Getting your revenge on me years later by cornering me and fucking me until I’m incapable or forming a sentence.”

His speech lands on muted ears, passing through a thick fog of arousal that clogs up your senses. Too focused on how thick and veiny his forearm looks. The veins rippling upward toward his meaty bicep shout at you, pumping full of anger with each flick of his wrist.

“You’re right, I got hard watching you practice.” He confesses, turning his hips for you to feel his chubbed up girth against your inner thigh. “Wanna know why?”

Gurgling escapes you, licking at the roof of your mouth to suppress another embarrassing sound from passing. He laughs, sharp teeth gleaming as they catch the light. “Because..”

Gathering the seat of your bottoms, he tugs at the material with a balled up fist. Ripping roughly at it to make you writhe and squeal in pain, burning against your clit with each pull. “This is why, to see you like this. So fucking full of yourself, but you can’t even pass a stupid test without a nerds help.”

Mesmerized by your folds swelling up around your suit, Heeseung’s waist bends in, momentarily forgetting about his grip on your neck; just enough to give you leeway to push up on your elbows and regain control.

It’s easy to pin Heeseung down again, startling him with power he wished to assume you lack. He curses when you fling him down roughly and mount his chest. Gathering fistfuls of his sweaty peachy pink locks, you rip at his scalp until he’s whining. Elongated neck arched back releasing an obscene moan between his pretty pink lips. Ragged breath spills from your chest, working hard to maneuver forward until your inner thighs clap against his cheeks. Slotting your suit aside too fast for Heeseung to even let out a gasp of surprise.

Smashing your core down against his mouth sends a hiss flying out of you, grinding down hard despite the ridges of his teeth scraping along your clit. He muffles, flailing beneath you, glasses fogged up with slick and heat radiating from your lower half. A relieved laugh sounds, nodding as you work to crush your thighs around him to a suffocating point.

“Bambi boy talks tough—“ you grit, gyrating against his tongue until he groans. Losing your train of thought once again when his tongue curves, applying pressure against your entrance until you give. Loosening up and relaxing enough to push through. “Fuck.”

Heeseung can’t complain, even as he struggles to breathe through his nose, stuffed full of your clit rubbing incessantly against him. He’s crazed, determined to stretch his jaw until it breaks under your unforgiving thrusts.

Behind your back his knees bend, angling his hips up to fuck at nothing but air. Desperate as he slaps a merciless grip on your ass, repeating it until you get the message to ride his tongue.

Securing one hand on his head, you pull harder, using the hold to control your motions. His tongue wiggling between your walls while passing vibrating grunts, raspy broken whimpers. The unexpected slap you deliver between his thighs has him coughing, choking and screaming finding it impossible to swallow a long enough breath.

“Little B-bambi boy can’t even handle f-fighting a girl can he?” You scramble to taunt him, whimpering as he manages to dislodge his tongue and suck on your clit. Spreading your ass apart to have your hole pulse open against his chin as he uses every inch of his face to rub and flick. Messy, fucking disgusting with a pleased gleam hiding under splattered lenses.

Heeseung’s teeth nip, lapping side to side on your clit before he wraps his lips again. A mean suck and nimble digits digging in too close to your rim have you toppling forward. A shouted moan expelling as you whine and bounce down to fully release your orgasm on his chin and neck.

White haze takes over the room, brain spinning too much to process being manhandled onto your back. Only between a coughed whimper do you come down, blinking up to find Heeseung above you. Grasping your ankles above your head with a devilish smirk playing at his lips.

“You think I give up that easily? That was child’s play.” He taunts, pushing hard abdominal muscles against your exposed puffy cunt. Rough and grating as he passes from the thin line of dark hair trailing from beneath his navel to inside of his shorts. A silent gasp emits as he grinds against your ass, hoisted off the mat the more he tests your flexibility, continuing to push and push until you’re folded in half.

Lazily you blink, reaching between your upper halves to scrape at his chest. Tweaking and pinching at one of his hardened nipples. With clenched teeth he takes advantage of your drunk-like post orgasmic state, releasing an ankle and replacing his hold with a hard bite. Sharp canine teeth sink near your tendon, shaking his head to make you shout and whimper louder. Free hand making use of your moment of weakness to release his erect length.

“Know what mean girls like you need?” He says between licking at teeth marks left behind on your ankle. Stroking to the tip of his length as he directs himself between your dripping wet folds. Sliding up and down for you to go crosseyed, stupid dumb just from feeling how fucking thick and wide he is.

“B-bambi, you’re s-so—“

He doesn’t give you a chance to say more, penetrating with one fluid practiced motion. Years of masturbating and studying porn only served to build up his knowledge. Practicing what he learned with any girl who would give him the opportunity at science camp over the last few summers.

“Thick fucking cock to shut you up.” Finishing his sentence with a choked growl, he grinds, adding emphasis by giving you each inch.

The moan that rips from your chest says it all.

Full, so full. Thick, so fucking thick.

He’s bigger than any popular jerk you’ve fucked at frat parties. Obscenely stretching you out, split open and so unbelievably full.

“Aww.” He attempts to mock, unable to stop himself from pressing in balls deep. Pressed deep enough for coarse dark hairs to scratch against your clit in the position. Folded in half and dwarfed beneath his massive size, both of his hands snake around your ankles, using his rocking hips to aid the push he gives. Your calves surround you, burning up the backs of your thighs from tight tendons working overtime.

“Weak. Nothing but a hole to take my cock.” Regaining some semblance at the visual of tears beginning to pour freely down your cheeks, Heeseung arches back, burying his knees into the mat to hit your hard with a pointed thrust.

Pinning you down with every muscle straining in his arms, he fills you to the brim. Cock too thick, nestling past any squeeze you give, any push the muscles inside of you use to suffocate his length.

“Don’t s-stop,” you choke, eyeing where he continues to dive in and out. His cock glistens coated in thick amounts of wetness, globs of it stuck on the patch of hair at the base. Wet, filthy and so fucking wet everywhere.

“So fucking greedy, full of cock and still you want more?” He spits, licking at saliva dribbling down his chin. “Want me to fill you up? Breed you like nothing but a stupid little cum dump.”

“Uh huh..” no amount of humiliation burning up your chest can deny how good it feels. Unwilling to even struggle or bother to get away from his hips pummeling forward. Hiccups and coughed sobs assist the rapid nod you give him, too overwhelmed to even picture how much Heeseung can give you.

He wishes he could laugh, but you feel too good, too perfect. The tip of his length catches on your convulsing hole with each draw back. It’s too much for you to even look at, witnessing the tip protruding the skin covering your mound. Feeling deeper than what you can even actually see, as if his cock can reach the back of your throat with each and every thrust he gives you.

“Pl-please Seungie..” you babble, worrying your bottom lip. Fingers twitching for something, finding his shoulders to weakly scratch at and drag down to the cut his bicep muscle creates along his arm. “I-inside, please..”

Heeseung groans, circling his hips in a more meticulous manner. Cock dragging against your wet walls in a way that sends your toes curling. Legs trembling, nearly ripping free of his hold when he hits you just right, cockhead kissing your cervix with ease; hitting the perfect angle each time.

“Nnghh… Pleasepleasepleaseplease.” 

Maintaining his hold to keep you bent in half somehow, Heeseung fucks faster. Ruthless and harsh, encouraged by your babbling and whines. Thrust after thrust harder than the previous, ripping his chest and abdominal muscles to appear carved out of stone with all the more vigor he utilizes to fuck you like you need and beg for.

“Ahhh…fuck!” Heeseung’s voice comes out strangled, using every bit of his strength to keep fucking you even as you lock up around him. Gripping a powerful orgasm around his cock, the pressure, push and pull almost forcing his cock to slip out. Gushed around, so wet and sloppy, spilling release down to his balls.

Despite your shrieks, he only manages to go even faster. Blurry above you as he pounds through your orgasm, gritting and panting similar to one of your opponents by the end of a long match. Rumbling from deep within his chest as he meets your eyes. Fogged up glasses drop down the bridge of his nose, tightening up when you find his blown out pupils.

Heeseung cums, cums hard. Cock thrumming violently with each hot drop of release bursting free, filling you up and up until he has to curse. Removing his hold as his broad shoulders tremble, absorbing the heat between your bodies through tremors rolling up his tense back muscles.

That’s enough, you think, rolling away in search of a towel to wipe yourself with. Whining when your hip lets out a nasty crack. You knew that pre-stretch would be needed, but not this much.

“Where do you think you’re going?” A lowered voice asks. Shivering up your spine as you whimper, burning where your wet thighs rub against the mat feebly attempting to crawl away.

“N-no no m-more..”

Heeseung laughs, worse than an evil villain from any movie or show. Slow to walk on his knees over your pathetic excuse of getting away. He hauls your arms back, clicking his tongue with a breathless chuckle. “This will teach you to fuck with nerds.”

Burying back inside of you aches more than you can comprehend. Imagining your brain exploding and spilling out of your ears as he rolls down. Cock sunk in to the hilt, gushing out the release he just filled you with. His size too much for you to hold both in, slick, wet, and so fucking loud with each draw back and slap of his hips.

“Heeseung!” It’s your first time wailing out his full name. Not missing a beat as he picks up the pace, his chest falls against your back knocking air out of your lungs. More determined to ruin you on his cock again. Make you regret the day you first saw him and made the worst decision to fuck with him.

“Where’s your cute Bambi boy now?” He asks against your ear, watching your eyes roll back into your head. Biting at your jaw, he reaches around, budging his bicep against your chin. Hips snap brutally into you, pulling you into a death inducing chokehold roughly. He pulls harder, making your chest shove out and waist dip in until you’re bent far back, slapping one hand against the mat.

“You give up?!” He grunts against your cheek, jostling your throat with a shake of his arm. Tongue hanging out panting, you reach for his wrist, scurrying to hold onto anything you can.

Tap. Tap. Tap.

A quiet cry and suppressed choke follows your palm smacking the mat with repeated motion. In disbelief by the sound of grunts, flesh clapping against flesh, popping wet and nasty with each smooth glide of Heeseung’s cock filling you up without losing any speed.

“Fuck.” His eyes squeeze shut, stomach muscles contracting with each unforgiving thrust further dragging you up the mat. Chasing after his next release, Heeseung runs for the victory by throwing his other arm around your neck, tightening the pull of the headlock. Groaning by how much wetter you get, purging out more and more arousal with every pulse of his bicep against your jaw.

“That’s right.” He starts, blinking away sweat that won’t stop raining down, getting trapped in his dark eyelashes. “Never forget how you let a nerd beat you.”

Another weak tap and pinch on his wrist has you cumming. Arching high enough to nearly make him lose his rhythmic pace. Using powerful thigh muscles to push up and hit you with thrusts hard enough to have your heart beating out past your chest.

Slam after merciless slam turns messy, hips swerving pushing past your cunt gripping and milking for him to cum again. Give you the warm load to keep inside this time, greedily squeezing around him for another.

The squeaky cracked moan Heeseung lets out has your eyes rolling to the side, pleased that even after all of his tough talk. That you can still weaken him somehow.

Tapping on his forearm finally gives you a chance to take deep breaths, only to be plastered by his limp dead weight collapsing onto you.

“So,” Heeseung breathes raggedly. Wet chest heavily panting against your back. He bites at your nape, hoisting your chin up with his forearm perched under your jaw. “What’s my prize?”

“Ugh..” nothing more than a lazy response pours out of you. Continuing to reel and shiver under the weight melting you down into the ruined mat covered in every type of bodily fluid. “Whatever.”

If not for the chokehold around your throat, you’d knock out in less than a second. Thoroughly fucked and ran through by the same nerd that you once picked on and made cry for a laugh. The irony doing more to make your gut curl in with renewed arousal as you lock up around him.

“What was that? Whatever, huh?” He has the audacity to let out a fake chuckle, rumbling at the top of your spine. Free arm reaching down to push between your connected lower halves as he lifts to create space. “In that case..”

Heeseung’s index finger slips past bruises forming on your backside. Teasing as he pushes between your ass and traces your puckered rim. He pops free from your ruined hole, kissing at the backs of his teeth as a pool of cum bubbles out; settling in the shape of a perfect triangle at the top of your squished together thighs.

Prodding at your hole, he bites away a smile when you squirm and whimper. Looking over your shoulder to give him a look full of excitement and fear. He meets your gaze with maniacal thrill, pushing his bowed lips together to create a faucet for a thick wad of spit to pour out, landing directly on your ass to be smeared around.

“I’ll go easy on you, nerd.”

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