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𓍼 authors note — 2 posts in less than 24 hours im on fire but part 2 of purpose is glorious out maybe later i needa finish the writing ok? ok 😂❤️❤️here’s a lil sum for da wait

𝐄𝐍𝐇𝐀 𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 .

LHS

heeseung’s got you pressed up against the wall beside his bed, the room dim except for the shitty desk lamp in the corner, his hoodie half-off, sleeves bunched at his elbows as he leans in, his breath shaky, his lips hovering over yours like he’s giving you a chance to stop him.

you don’t.

your hands fist in the fabric of his hoodie, yanking him closer, and that’s all it takes—heeseung groans quietly, deep in his throat, and finally fucking kisses you, hard, desperate, all that shy boy bullshit out the window the second your lips meet.

it’s messy from the start, his teeth knocking into yours because he moves too fast, too eager, his hands scrambling to find somewhere to land—your waist, your jaw, your hips, gripping tight like he’s scared you’ll pull away.

you don’t.

you kiss him back just as hard, just as hungry, opening your mouth for him without hesitation, and heeseung takes the invitation gladly, his tongue sliding against yours, hot and slick, tasting, teasing.

“fuck…” he mutters into your mouth, like he can’t believe this is really happening, like he’s been dreaming about this moment for way too long.

his hands tangle in your hair, tugging gently to tilt your head, deepening the kiss until you’re gasping, your chest pressed flush against his as he shoves you even harder against the wall, caging you in completely with his body.

he pulls back just long enough to catch his breath, his eyes dark, lips swollen, a cocky little smirk creeping onto his face as he wipes at the spit-slick corner of his mouth with the back of his hand.

“you’re… so hot,” heeseung pants, his voice all wrecked and shaky like he’s barely holding it together.

you grab the front of his hoodie, yanking him back down before he can say something stupid, crashing your mouth against his again, biting at his bottom lip until he moans, low and broken, grinding his hips against yours without even thinking.

heeseung kisses like he wants to crawl inside you, like he can’t get close enough no matter how tightly he holds you, his hands sliding under your shirt to splay against your bare back, dragging your body even closer until there’s no space left between you.

he makes this sound—half gasp, half groan—when you tug at his hair, and then he’s walking you backwards, blindly, until the backs of your knees hit his bed and you’re falling onto the mattress with him following right after, his mouth never leaving yours.

heeseung shifts, hovering over you, his hands braced on either side of your head as he kisses you slower now, deeper, his tongue exploring your mouth with this lazy, confident pace like he knows you’re not going anywhere.

and you’re not.

your nails dig into his back through the thin fabric of his hoodie as he leans in, mouthing at your jaw, down to your neck, sucking little bruises into your skin, pausing only to whisper, “fuck… you taste so good…” before moving back to your lips again, claiming them like they’re his.

you’re both breathless, your lips tingling, your heads spinning, but neither of you stop, not until you’re completely wrecked, tangled in each other’s limbs, lost in the heat of it all, the only thing that exists in that tiny dorm room is the sound of your mouths meeting again and again and again.

and even then… heeseung doesn’t stop.

he just keeps kissing you like he’s never going to stop.

PJS

it’s been silent for too long.

jay’s got one hand on the wheel, the other draped loosely over his thigh, fingers tapping an erratic rhythm that betrays how tense he is beneath all that calm. streetlights pass in flashes through the windshield, painting his profile in harsh cuts of light and shadow, making his jaw look even sharper, his eyes colder.

he hasn’t looked at you once since you got in the car.

you shift in the passenger seat, arms crossed, staring out the window, pretending like your chest isn’t tight as fuck, like you’re not replaying the fight in your head over and over, all the things you both said, the way his voice stayed low the whole time even when yours didn’t.

he never raises it. never needs to.

but you feel it now—the weight of all the things unsaid filling the space between you, heavier than any shout could be.

he pulls the car over suddenly, the tires crunching against gravel as he kills the engine, the sudden silence even louder than before.

you don’t move.

neither does he.

for a long second, it’s just the sound of both your breaths, rough and uneven, like you’ve both been running even though neither of you have moved an inch.

then jay shifts, finally turning to look at you, his jaw clenched, lips parted like he wants to say something but can’t. his eyes drop to your mouth before flicking back up, dark and unreadable, his fingers tightening around the steering wheel like it’s the only thing keeping him grounded.

and that’s when you crack.

you lean in first, grabbing the front of his jacket and pulling him toward you, crashing your mouth against his in a kiss that’s all teeth and frustration and everything neither of you could say out loud.

jay groans into it, low and wrecked, his hands immediately flying to your waist, dragging you across the center console like it’s nothing, pulling you right into his lap, your knees bracketing his thighs, your chest pressed hard against his.

his mouth moves against yours with a brutal kind of precision, like he’s been thinking about this all night, all week, maybe longer—biting at your bottom lip until you gasp, then soothing it with his tongue, sliding in slow and filthy.

his hands roam, gripping your hips so tight you know there’ll be bruises later, dragging you closer as he leans back in the seat, letting you take as much as you want.

he’s still not saying anything.

he doesn’t need to.

the way he kisses you says all of it—the apology, the anger, the want.

you fist your hands in his hair, pulling hard enough to make him hiss through his teeth, but he just smiles against your mouth, cocky and breathless, his fingers digging in deeper as he grinds you down against him.

“fuck…” jay mutters, his voice hoarse for the first time tonight, barely audible between kisses as he presses his mouth to your jaw, then lower, sucking at the skin beneath your ear until you’re shivering in his lap, your head tilting to give him more.

he bites there, sharp enough to make you gasp, then pulls back just enough to look at you, his eyes dark and dangerous under the dim overhead light of the car, his lips swollen and slick.

he doesn’t say sorry.

he just mutters, “come here,” voice rough and commanding, dragging you back down to kiss him again, deeper this time, slower, his hands sliding up under your shirt, palms hot against your skin, making you arch into him instinctively.

the windows start to fog up, the air thick with the sound of your mouths meeting over and over, with the little gasps and moans he pulls from you effortlessly.

jay’s not soft about it.

his teeth graze your throat when he drags his lips down your neck, his hands gripping your thighs, guiding you to rock against him in slow, steady rolls that make you both breathe harder, your fingers scrambling for purchase on the smooth leather of the seat.

and when you pull back for air, your lips swollen, your chest heaving, jay just stares at you like you’re the only thing that’s ever mattered, his thumb brushing against your jaw almost tenderly before he leans in, catches your bottom lip between his teeth, and pulls you right back in for more.

because jay doesn’t need to ask for forgiveness.

he just needs to kiss you until you forget why you were mad in the first place.

and fuck—he does.

SJY

it starts with him pulling you into the corner of some empty hallway, his hand warm and familiar around yours, fingers laced tight like he’s scared you’ll slip away.

“just—wait,” jake says, his voice breathless as he glances over his shoulder to make sure no one’s around. his chest is rising and falling like he just ran a mile, but really it’s just from being near you, from the way your eyes keep darting to his mouth like you’re thinking about kissing him but haven’t yet.

or maybe you have, but not enough.

never enough.

he presses you back against the wall, not rough, just desperate, his palms flat against the cold surface on either side of your head, caging you in with that stupid fucking grin that he always gets when he knows he’s about to do something reckless.

“been thinking about this all day,” he admits, leaning in so close you can feel the heat radiating off him, the faintest brush of his breath across your lips.

you don’t even get a chance to respond.

jake kisses you first, hard, urgent, like he’s been holding it back for hours and just now cracked wide open.

his hands leave the wall to find your waist, dragging you closer as he slants his mouth over yours, tilting his head to deepen the kiss, his tongue sliding against yours with a low, satisfied hum that vibrates through your whole body.

you fist your hands in the fabric of his shirt, tugging him impossibly closer as his hips press flush against yours, pinning you to the wall completely as he kisses you like it’s the only thing he’s good at, like he’s got something to prove.

and fuck, he’s good at it.

his lips move with this perfect combination of softness and pressure, his teeth occasionally nipping at your bottom lip just to hear the way your breath catches, just to feel the way your body tenses against his.

he pulls back for half a second, just long enough to look at you, his eyes glazed and dark, a cocky little smirk twitching at the corner of his mouth as he mutters, “you’re gonna kill me…” before diving back in like he can’t stand the space between you.

jake kisses you like he’s starving, like every second his mouth isn’t on yours is a second wasted.

his hands slide up your sides, sneaking beneath the hem of your shirt to press flat against your bare skin, his touch hot and electric, making you shiver even though the hallway’s warm.

you moan softly into his mouth and he responds immediately, gripping your hips tighter, guiding them against his in a slow, grinding rhythm that makes both of you breathe harder, your bodies moving together like it’s second nature.

he pulls his mouth from yours just long enough to press wet, open-mouthed kisses along your jaw, down to the spot just beneath your ear where he knows you’re sensitive, making you gasp and tilt your head to give him more.

“fuck…” jake groans against your skin, biting down gently before soothing the mark with his tongue, then trailing his mouth back up to capture your lips again, kissing you even deeper this time, more frantic, more raw.

it’s all teeth and tongue now, all messy desperation as you both lose yourselves in it, your fingers tangling in his hair, pulling hard enough to make him moan into your mouth, his hands gripping your waist like he’s afraid you’ll disappear.

when he finally breaks the kiss, you’re both panting, foreheads pressed together, his thumb brushing absentmindedly against your cheek as he grins, breathless and wrecked.

“you’re… so fucking dangerous,” he says with this stupid, lovesick laugh, his voice all rough and low as he leans in to kiss you one more time, slower now, softer, but just as desperate as before.

because with jake? once he starts kissing you…

he doesn’t want to stop.

PSH

he’s just sitting there on the couch, scrolling through his phone, looking all perfect and detached like usual—legs spread, one arm draped over the back, head tilted, that annoyingly flawless profile catching the light in a way that makes you want to scream.

you’re watching him from across the room, biting your lip, practically vibrating with the need for him to just look at you, to acknowledge you, to do anything. but sunghoon stays where he is, completely unbothered, scrolling like you don’t even exist.

and fuck that.

you cross the room in two strides, planting yourself right in his lap, one thigh thrown over his, your hands gripping the collar of his hoodie as you settle on top of him like you were born there.

sunghoon looks up finally, one brow raised, all casual, like you haven’t just shoved yourself into his space without asking.

“what?” he says, voice flat, unimpressed.

you roll your eyes, lean in closer, your nose brushing against his as you smirk, “thought you missed me.”

he scoffs, looking back down at his phone for all of two seconds before you grab his chin, forcing him to look at you again.

and then, just to push him, just to see how far you can get, you lean in and kiss him—soft at first, teasing, like you’re expecting him to sit there and let you, all cold and indifferent like he always pretends to be.

but he doesn’t.

sunghoon groans, low and unexpected, and suddenly he’s grabbing your hips, pulling you tighter against him as he kisses you back, all that quiet composure cracking open in an instant.

his hands slide up your thighs, gripping the soft flesh like he’s been waiting for this exact moment all fucking day, like the second you sat in his lap he decided, fuck it, no more pretending.

his mouth moves against yours with this slow, devastating confidence, his tongue sliding past your lips like he owns the place, like you’re his to kiss, to hold, to ruin.

you gasp when he sucks at your bottom lip, his teeth grazing just enough to make you shiver, and he pulls back a fraction, just far enough to murmur against your mouth, “you’re so fucking needy.”

you glare at him, about to make some smart-ass remark, but he doesn’t give you the chance—he kisses you again, harder this time, one hand gripping the back of your neck, keeping you right where he wants you as his other hand slides up under your shirt, palm hot against your skin.

your fingers tangle in his hair, pulling at the soft strands as you grind down against him without even thinking, and he groans again, deeper this time, his hips shifting up to meet yours instinctively.

and that’s when you know—you’ve got him.

sunghoon kisses you like he’s been holding this in for weeks, like every second of pretending not to care has just been building up to this—his mouth hot and demanding, his hands everywhere, gripping, pulling, guiding you closer until there’s no space left between you.

you moan into his mouth and he eats it up, sliding his tongue deeper, tilting his head to kiss you from a new angle, even filthier, his lips moving with this lazy, dangerous precision that makes your head spin.

when he finally pulls back, you’re both breathless, your lips swollen, your hands still fisted in his hoodie like you’re afraid he’ll go back to pretending he doesn’t care.

but sunghoon just smirks, his thumb brushing over your cheek as he says, “you really couldn’t wait, huh?”

and then he leans in, kisses you again, slow and possessive, like he’s not done with you yet—not even close.

KSN

you don’t know how it always ends up like this—sunoo standing there, leaning against the doorway with his arms crossed, head tilted, smiling at you like he knows every single dirty thought you’re having and is enjoying the fact that he’s not giving you any of what you want.

“what?” he asks, all fake innocence, batting his lashes like he’s not fully aware of how close he’s standing, how the space between you is shrinking with every second.

you roll your eyes, moving closer, your fingers brushing against the hem of his shirt as you lean in, aiming for his mouth.

but he just tilts his head, dodging the kiss with a playful hum, his grin widening as he watches the frustrated little pout pull at your lips.

“patience,” sunoo teases, his voice low and soft, but dripping with challenge as he lifts a hand, his knuckles barely grazing your jaw before trailing down the side of your neck, slow and feather-light, making you shiver.

“you’re such an ass,” you mutter, trying again, leaning in more determined this time, but he sidesteps at the last second, making you stumble a little as he laughs quietly, his eyes sparkling with that familiar, dangerous amusement.

he loves this—loves watching you chase him, loves having you so worked up you can barely think straight.

“you want me to kiss you that bad?” he asks, all mock sympathy as he steps back in close, his hands finding your hips, gripping just tight enough to make you feel how strong he is beneath all that soft, pretty skin.

you don’t answer. you just grab the front of his shirt, yanking him in and crashing your mouth against his, not giving him the chance to pull away this time.

but sunoo… oh, he’s ready.

he kisses you back immediately, his mouth moving against yours with this infuriatingly perfect mix of softness and heat, slow enough to keep you wanting, but hard enough to let you know he’s been thinking about this just as much as you have.

his hands slide up your sides, his nails dragging lightly against your skin as he pulls you closer, his tongue flicking against yours with a teasing little hum that makes your knees go weak.

then, just as you’re starting to really lose yourself in it, sunoo pulls back, his lips barely brushing yours as he smirks and says, “that all you got?”

you glare at him, breathless and wrecked already, but he just laughs, leaning in to kiss you again—deeper this time, hungrier, his hands fisting in your shirt as he backs you up against the nearest wall.

sunoo’s mouth is relentless now, moving with this slick, practiced confidence, nipping at your bottom lip, sucking it into his mouth before letting it go with a quiet, satisfied sigh.

your fingers bury themselves in his hair, pulling hard enough to make him groan, and he responds by gripping your waist tighter, pressing his body flush against yours as he kisses you like he’s finally had enough of teasing, like he needs you just as badly as you need him.

but even then—even as he kisses you breathless, his lips swollen and slick, his hands wandering beneath your clothes—sunoo still pulls back with that same fucking smirk, his eyes gleaming as he says, “told you… patience.”

and then he kisses you again, slower, deeper, dragging it out just to remind you exactly who’s in control.

because with sunoo… you never win.

YJW

he’s sitting on the edge of the bed, one knee pulled up, phone in his hand, completely unbothered, like he doesn’t know he’s driving you insane just by existing.

the blonde looks even better in this shitty lighting, a little messy from the way he’s been running his fingers through it while scrolling aimlessly. his hoodie’s slipping off one shoulder, exposing that stupidly perfect collarbone, and his lips are parted just slightly, soft and pink, like he’s asking for it without even trying.

you’ve been sitting on the other side of the room for like twenty minutes, pretending to be busy, but it’s useless. he’s just too fucking fine.

you stand up without thinking, crossing the room in a few quick steps, and he doesn’t even look up, just hums softly, acknowledging you without really paying attention.

so you take his phone right out of his hand, tossing it onto the bed beside him before straddling his lap in one smooth, confident motion.

that gets his attention.

“what—” jungwon starts, his voice all soft and confused, but you cut him off by grabbing the strings of his hoodie, yanking him closer as you crash your mouth against his.

he freezes for a second, completely caught off guard, but then his hands find your hips, gripping tight as he kisses you back, just as hungry, just as desperate.

your fingers slide up into his blonde hair immediately, tugging at the soft strands as you tilt your head, deepening the kiss, your tongue slipping past his lips with a low, breathless moan.

jungwon groans quietly, his hands squeezing your hips as he pulls you closer, his hoodie riding up as your bodies press flush together.

“fuck…” he mutters against your mouth when you tug his hair a little harder, his breath hitching as you start rolling your hips down against him, slow and teasing.

his grip tightens, his nails digging into your skin as he tries to keep control, but you’re the one leading this—you’re the one taking what you want.

you pull back just enough to look at him, to see the way his pupils are blown wide, his lips swollen and slick from the kiss, his chest rising and falling in these shallow, uneven breaths.

“you’re so fucking hot like this…” you whisper, running your fingers through his hair, messing it up even more, just because you can.

jungwon lets out this wrecked little laugh, shaking his head as he pulls you back in, kissing you again, slower this time, but deeper, more deliberate, like now that you’ve started it, he’s not about to let you stop.

his hands slide up your back, under your shirt, palms hot against your bare skin as he holds you close, his mouth moving against yours with this perfect mix of soft and rough, teasing but demanding.

he pulls back for a second, his forehead resting against yours, his voice all low and breathless as he says, “you’re crazy…”

but he’s already pulling you back in, already kissing you again like he can’t help himself, like he needs this just as badly as you do.

and you lose yourself in it—fingers tangled in his blonde hair, his hands gripping your waist, the two of you tangled up on the edge of the bed, kissing like you’ve got nothing else to do and nowhere else to be.

NRK

he doesn’t sit down—of course he doesn’t. that’d be too easy.

instead, niki braces one hand on the desk beside your laptop, leaning down so close you can feel the warmth of his breath against your cheek, his other hand sliding up to brush a stray piece of hair behind your ear like he’s being sweet.

but his eyes tell a different story.

“you’re really gonna keep working?” he asks, his voice low, smooth, that signature smirk tugging at the corner of his lips as he tilts his head, waiting for you to break first.

you try to hold your ground, fingers still poised over the keyboard, but then he leans in even closer, his mouth barely brushing against your jaw, sending a shiver straight down your spine.

“you’re not even paying attention…” he whispers, his lips ghosting over your skin, moving from your jaw to your cheek, then finally hovering just over your mouth.

you can feel him smiling.

that cocky little grin that always means he knows he’s already won.

“niki…” you warn, your voice shaky as you try to turn back to the screen, but he blocks you easily, sliding his hand from the desk to your chin, tilting your face toward him so you can’t look at anything but him.

“just a kiss,” he says, all faux-innocent, his eyes glinting with that playful challenge. “then you can get back to whatever…” he trails off, leaning in until his lips brush against yours, feather-light, barely there.

you inhale sharply, your resolve crumbling as he pulls back just an inch, eyes locked on yours, waiting.

and then you’re the one surging forward, grabbing the front of his hoodie and pulling him in, crashing your mouth against his in a kiss that wipes every coherent thought from your brain.

niki groans quietly, his hand sliding from your chin to your neck, gripping just tight enough to make your pulse spike as he kisses you back, slow and deliberate, his tongue slipping past your lips like he’s got all the time in the world to fuck with you.

his body crowds yours completely, his hips pressing subtly against your chair as he deepens the kiss, his free hand finding your waist, fingers curling into your shirt like he needs to keep you anchored there, close, completely his.

you fist your hands in the fabric of his hoodie, pulling him even closer as he tilts his head, changing the angle of the kiss, making it messier, wetter, his teeth grazing your bottom lip before sucking it into his mouth with a low hum of satisfaction.

he finally pulls back just enough to catch his breath, his forehead resting against yours as he laughs softly, that stupid smug grin plastered all over his face.

“see?” niki whispers, his voice rough now, breathless. “way better than working.”

you glare at him half-heartedly, but your lips are already tingling, your pulse racing, your hands still gripping his hoodie like you’re not ready to let him go.

and niki knows it.

he leans in again, kissing you one more time, slower, lazier, dragging it out just to prove that you’re his favorite distraction, that he could keep you like this all day if he wanted to.

and honestly?

you’d let him.

author's note — ik this is cringe af but idgaf. i actually can't remember writing this lol, but i remember jay's was my favvvv. thank you for reading!!!

taglist — @irisseungz

“Playing Roblox today. Joins will be on.” His voice comes out nonchalantly, unsurprisingly, and clicking noises from his keyboard echo into his mic while he logs into the application.

Everybody knows Heeseung is pretty private— occasionally, he’ll maybe invite two or three of his beloved followers to join him in Fortnite, but other than that he almost never has his joins on publicly. Today was one of the rare times he plays with his fans. Usually, he plays with his little group ,which consists of Jay, Jake, Sunghoon, and Riki, but today he felt the need to switch it up for once.

His fingers are on his mouse and he scrolls through the games in his recommended section. “What should we play today?” He questions with a curious tone and his chat blows up within minutes.

neverlettgoo: DTI????

heeeluvr2: Minecraft stream when

notmyname: PLAY DEMONOLOGYYY

youunahh: flee the facility bro

cheesecakian133: adopt me pls heh

randorandorando: ftf!!

rafaaayelz: FLEE THR FACILTIY

“Flee the facility it is then.” Heeseung glances at his chat for a quick moment then back to his computer. On the livestream, his screen opens up ‘Flee the Facility’ and he joins. It wasn’t a private server, he just turned his joins on and went into a random lobby.

He waits for the round to start and the current chat in Roblox consists of people saying “Heeseung, I love you!” or just random things pertaining to him. He pays no mind to the chats though as the round starts.

“Ah. Looks like it’s my lucky day.” The bold letters on his screen that say ‘you are the beast’ makes Heeseung sit up in his chair, cracking his neck and everything as he gets ready to demolish the server. Even though he’s playing with his fans that doesn’t make him go easy during games.

He plays like a regular person, but his chat still hypes him up to no end.

He chases a specific player for a bit too long but alas, he gets them either way.

After putting the player in the capsule, he goes to look for the remaining people but then he hears something— so obviously he stays at the freezer and waits.

He just sits there, unmoving, waiting for someone to maybe come and rescue. But nobody does.

He’s about to leave to go roam around but that’s when he hears it.

“Holy camper— you seriously have no life! Level 1536 is insane.” A voice comes through the screen. Obviously annoyed and irritated.

He pauses. Looks at his chat. Then continues playing, letting out a chuckle too.

oblviivon: LMFAOOO

heepickle: BYEEEE??

party4uuu: omg that’s funny asf she’s so real

strawberrychoccolates: Oh thats not..

jakeyuns: rage bait em and I’ll donate $20 😳

johhhyu: js play dbd bruh

He reads the messages and his eyes lock onto his screen instantly. That same player is rescued and he downs them yet again, but this time he camps on purpose.

“Dude. Are you serious?” The voice comes through again. This time sounding even more angry. Heeseung only fuels the fire more when he spins around the capsule.

He can tell that set them off because—

“ARE YOU— STUPID YOU— LOG OFF— IDIOT-“

The chat erupts at the scene. Thankfully Heeseung is saved from getting an earful because the other party has an awful mic, which just gave him fragments of insults instead of full ones.

“REPORT HIM— OH MY GOSH—“

Even if it’s just fragments they still have a lot to say. In the Roblox chat, he types something in.

bambhee: ure js mad im good lol

A string of obscenities start flinging out all over the place. Heeseung is audibly chuckling and smirks whilst reading his chat and sitting there.

The words don’t stop— going from calling him a lowlife to insulting his avatar, which was just a classic bacon since he never bothered to change it.

His fans in the game were defending him too, which made things worse.

“YOU’RE— UGLY— MOTHER—“

“TEAMERS LIKE YOU SHOULD JUST DELETE THE GAME—“

Before they finish, the timer runs out and they get sent back to the lobby.

Heeseung pretends like nothing happened and goes back to playing normally, but his chat doesn’t let it go.

After the round, he realizes he underestimated how angry they were. Even when he wasn’t the beast he was still getting flamed for absolutely bo reason. He had no idea there were levels to this sadly— but after another round, they leave.

piccipiki: SOMEONE FIND HER ACC RNNN

applepearpine: that was INSANE

nagubro: guys her user was @/qtfulyn!!

heeseungfanpage99: nagubro youre my savior deadass

jakeyuns: apple paying u rn i guess.

redvelvcake: IM CRYING

What Heeseung also underestimated though, is how much his fans do not play about him.

heeseung reads it aloud, voice low and amused, his fingers pausing on your thigh. “what do you think, baby?”

you bite your lip, heat already pooling low in your stomach. you’ve squirted for him before in private — messy, overwhelming, embarrassing in the best way — but never on camera. the idea of him pushing you that far while thousands of people watch later… it makes your thighs press together.

“we could,” you whisper, voice already breathy. “if you want to.”

his smirk is immediate, dark and hungry. he tips your chin up, kissing you slow and deep. “i want to. been thinking about filming you falling apart like that for a while.”

the decision is made quickly. you set up the camera on the tripod at the foot of the bed, soft ring lights on low, sheets already stripped down to just the mattress protector. heeseung chooses a simple black mask that covers the upper half of his face, and you wear the lace one that hides everything but your mouth and eyes. the caption is typed and ready to post later: “when a follower request hits different 🖤 choking, overstimulation, squirt edition”

heeseung starts recording with a single tap.

he pulls you onto the bed immediately, hands rough but controlled as he strips you bare. your tank top and panties disappear in seconds. he stays mostly dressed at first — black shirt and sweats — because he knows his followers love the contrast of you naked and desperate while he’s still composed.

“look at the camera, baby,” he murmurs, voice already deeper. he spreads your legs wide, hooking them over his thighs as he kneels between them. two fingers slide through your folds, finding you already soaked. “already this wet? just from the idea of me ruining you on camera?”

you nod, breath catching as he pushes both fingers inside without warning, curling them instantly against that spot. the wet sounds are loud in the quiet room. heeseung works you open fast, adding a third finger quickly, scissoring and thrusting while his thumb grinds circles on your clit.

your first orgasm hits embarrassingly fast. you gasp, back arching, but he doesn’t slow down. he keeps pumping through it, fingers relentless.

“one,” he counts calmly. “we’re not stopping until you give me everything.”

by the time the second orgasm crashes over you, you’re already shaking. heeseung leans down, wrapping his long fingers around your throat — not cutting off air completely, but pressing just enough on the sides to make your head feel fuzzy and light. your eyes flutter, a soft whimper escaping as the pressure combines with his fingers driving into you.

“good girl,” he praises, voice low right next to your ear. “look how pretty you get when you’re choking on my hand.”

your hips jerk, trying to ride his fingers, but he holds you down with his body weight. the mask hides most of his expression, but you can see the dark glint in his eyes. he tightens his grip on your throat just a fraction more as he speeds up, palm slapping wetly against your pussy with every thrust.

the third orgasm rips through you harder. your thighs tremble violently, and you feel that deep, building pressure — the one that always makes you shy.

“heeseung—” you whine, voice hoarse from his hand on your throat. “i— i think i’m gonna—”

“let go,” he commands, choking you through it. “squirt for me. for the camera. make a mess like a good little slut.”

his fingers curl harder, faster, thumb pressing firm on your swollen clit. the combination of his hand around your throat, the relentless overstimulation, and his filthy words sends you spiraling. your vision whites out. subspace hits you like a warm, heavy wave — everything narrows down to his voice, his hands, the feeling of being completely owned.

you come with a broken cry, body seizing. this time it’s different. liquid gushes out around his fingers, soaking his hand, your thighs, and the sheets beneath you in a hot, messy rush. you keep squirting, smaller pulses following the first big one as heeseung keeps fucking you through it with his fingers, never once easing up.

“fuck, that’s it,” he groans, voice strained. he releases your throat only to lean down and bite at your neck, sucking hard enough to leave marks. “look at the mess you made. so fucking pretty when you squirt for me.”

you’re floating now, deep in subspace, body limp and trembling as aftershocks roll through you. tears slip from the corners of your eyes, soft whimpers and moans falling from your lips without filter. heeseung finally pulls his fingers out, spreading your soaked folds for the camera so everyone can see how ruined you are — puffy, glistening, still twitching.

but he’s not done.

he strips his shirt off, revealing toned shoulders and chest, then pushes his sweats down just enough to free his cock. he’s painfully hard, tip leaking as he strokes himself once.

“think you can take one more?” he asks, but he’s already lining up, rubbing the head through your slick folds. you nod weakly, hands reaching for him.

he slides in deep in one smooth thrust, groaning at how wet and hot you feel after all the overstimulation. your walls flutter around him, overly sensitive, and the feeling is almost too much. he sets a brutal pace immediately, hips snapping hard, one hand returning to your throat while the other pins your hip down.

“too much— heeseung—” you sob, but your legs wrap around him anyway, pulling him deeper. subspace has you pliant and needy, every thrust sending sparks through your overstimulated body.

“you can take it,” he growls, fingers flexing around your neck. “gonna make you squirt around my cock this time.”

he angles his hips perfectly, hitting that spot with every thrust while his pelvis grinds against your clit. the wet, obscene sounds of your pussy taking him are louder than ever because of how soaked you are. you’re crying openly now, tears streaming, mouth open in constant moans as another orgasm builds dangerously fast.

heeseung leans closer, mask brushing your cheek. “come on, baby. give it to me again. soak my cock while i choke you.”

the fourth orgasm explodes through you without warning. you squirt hard around him, liquid spraying out with every thrust as he keeps pounding into you. your vision blacks out for a second, pure white pleasure and subspace drowning everything else. heeseung moans loudly, the sound raw and broken as your walls milk him.

“fuck— good girl, such a good fucking girl,” he praises through gritted teeth. he fucks you through the whole thing, chasing his own release. a few more brutal thrusts and he buries himself deep, coming hard inside you with a low groan, hips stuttering as he fills you up.

he stays buried inside for a long moment, both of you panting. slowly he releases your throat, gentle fingers stroking the marks he left. he pulls out carefully, more of your mixed release dripping out, and makes sure the camera catches the final messy view before stopping the recording.

heeseung removes both masks quickly and pulls you into his arms, switching to soft mode instantly. his voice is gentle now, full of love and pride as he kisses your tear-streaked face, brushing damp strands of hair from your forehead.

“you okay, baby? you did so well for me. so fucking perfect,” he murmurs against your skin, one hand cradling the back of your head while the other strokes slow, soothing circles down your spine. his touch is feather-light now, completely different from the choking grip and relentless pace from minutes ago.

you nod weakly, still floating deep in subspace, body boneless and trembling with aftershocks. everything feels warm and hazy, like you’re wrapped in cotton. you nuzzle into his neck, breathing in his familiar scent mixed with sweat, lips brushing his collarbone. “felt so good… want to watch it later.”

heeseung chuckles softly, the sound rumbling through his chest as he tightens his hold around you. “yeah? my greedy girl already wants to see how pretty she looked falling apart.” he presses a long kiss to your temple, then your cheek, then the corner of your mouth. “we’ll edit it together, okay? i’ll take care of everything. you just rest.”

he stays like that for a long while — holding you close, whispering sweet praises while his fingers gently trace the faint marks on your throat. he massages your thighs and hips where they ache from being spread so wide, careful not to press too hard. when your breathing finally evens out and the subspace fog starts to lift, he carries you to the bathroom for a long, warm bath.

heeseung lowers you into the tub first, then slides in behind you, pulling your back against his chest. the water soothes your oversensitive skin. he washes you tenderly with your favorite body wash, hands gliding over every inch without any sexual intent now — just care. he kisses the top of your head every few minutes, murmuring how proud he is, how much he loves doing this with you.

after the bath, he wraps you in his oversized hoodie and carries you back to bed. snacks appear like magic — strawberries, chocolate, cold water with electrolytes, and your favorite chips. he feeds you small bites while you cuddle against him, legs tangled together under the fresh sheets he quickly changed.

once you’re more grounded, the two of you open the laptop and start editing. heeseung is patient, letting you pick your favorite angles and moments. you both laugh at how wrecked you sound in the video, blush at the sheer volume of squirt that soaked everything, and rewatched the choking parts a few times because the visual makes heat stir in your belly again. he adds subtle transitions, makes sure your faces stay hidden, and boosts the audio just enough on your moans and his filthy praises.

“this is going to break the timeline,” he says with a proud smirk, saving the final file.

later that night, when you’re both cozy under the blankets, you post it, changing the caption.

caption: follower request fulfilled 🖤 choking, overstimulation & lots of squirt. thanks for the idea~ be nice when you watch hehe

the likes and comments explode within minutes. the video skyrockets in views. notifications flood in nonstop:

ikeupikeu: the way she squirted around his cock??? instant follow nidashki: heeseung’s hand around her throat while she’s crying… i’m deceased fuuuuck need more prettyboynoo: subspace eyes + choking combo is lethal. more of this pls sunghung: the overstimulation was insane she was floating so hard wonniewon: thank you for ruining me for other content

some comments are filthier, already brainstorming the next video. you scroll through them together, giggling and blushing as new ideas pour in.

heeseung kisses your shoulder, pulling you closer. “told you they’d lose their minds. what do you want to film next, baby?”

you already know the next reply thread is going to give you even filthier ideas for the following week.

© jongst4r, 2026

heeseung reads it aloud, voice low and amused, his fingers pausing on your thigh. “what do you think, baby?”

you bite your lip, heat already pooling low in your stomach. you’ve squirted for him before in private — messy, overwhelming, embarrassing in the best way — but never on camera. the idea of him pushing you that far while thousands of people watch later… it makes your thighs press together.

“we could,” you whisper, voice already breathy. “if you want to.”

his smirk is immediate, dark and hungry. he tips your chin up, kissing you slow and deep. “i want to. been thinking about filming you falling apart like that for a while.”

the decision is made quickly. you set up the camera on the tripod at the foot of the bed, soft ring lights on low, sheets already stripped down to just the mattress protector. heeseung chooses a simple black mask that covers the upper half of his face, and you wear the lace one that hides everything but your mouth and eyes. the caption is typed and ready to post later: “when a follower request hits different 🖤 choking, overstimulation, squirt edition”

heeseung starts recording with a single tap.

he pulls you onto the bed immediately, hands rough but controlled as he strips you bare. your tank top and panties disappear in seconds. he stays mostly dressed at first — black shirt and sweats — because he knows his followers love the contrast of you naked and desperate while he’s still composed.

“look at the camera, baby,” he murmurs, voice already deeper. he spreads your legs wide, hooking them over his thighs as he kneels between them. two fingers slide through your folds, finding you already soaked. “already this wet? just from the idea of me ruining you on camera?”

you nod, breath catching as he pushes both fingers inside without warning, curling them instantly against that spot. the wet sounds are loud in the quiet room. heeseung works you open fast, adding a third finger quickly, scissoring and thrusting while his thumb grinds circles on your clit.

your first orgasm hits embarrassingly fast. you gasp, back arching, but he doesn’t slow down. he keeps pumping through it, fingers relentless.

“one,” he counts calmly. “we’re not stopping until you give me everything.”

by the time the second orgasm crashes over you, you’re already shaking. heeseung leans down, wrapping his long fingers around your throat — not cutting off air completely, but pressing just enough on the sides to make your head feel fuzzy and light. your eyes flutter, a soft whimper escaping as the pressure combines with his fingers driving into you.

“good girl,” he praises, voice low right next to your ear. “look how pretty you get when you’re choking on my hand.”

your hips jerk, trying to ride his fingers, but he holds you down with his body weight. the mask hides most of his expression, but you can see the dark glint in his eyes. he tightens his grip on your throat just a fraction more as he speeds up, palm slapping wetly against your pussy with every thrust.

the third orgasm rips through you harder. your thighs tremble violently, and you feel that deep, building pressure — the one that always makes you shy.

“heeseung—” you whine, voice hoarse from his hand on your throat. “i— i think i’m gonna—”

“let go,” he commands, choking you through it. “squirt for me. for the camera. make a mess like a good little slut.”

his fingers curl harder, faster, thumb pressing firm on your swollen clit. the combination of his hand around your throat, the relentless overstimulation, and his filthy words sends you spiraling. your vision whites out. subspace hits you like a warm, heavy wave — everything narrows down to his voice, his hands, the feeling of being completely owned.

you come with a broken cry, body seizing. this time it’s different. liquid gushes out around his fingers, soaking his hand, your thighs, and the sheets beneath you in a hot, messy rush. you keep squirting, smaller pulses following the first big one as heeseung keeps fucking you through it with his fingers, never once easing up.

“fuck, that’s it,” he groans, voice strained. he releases your throat only to lean down and bite at your neck, sucking hard enough to leave marks. “look at the mess you made. so fucking pretty when you squirt for me.”

you’re floating now, deep in subspace, body limp and trembling as aftershocks roll through you. tears slip from the corners of your eyes, soft whimpers and moans falling from your lips without filter. heeseung finally pulls his fingers out, spreading your soaked folds for the camera so everyone can see how ruined you are — puffy, glistening, still twitching.

but he’s not done.

he strips his shirt off, revealing toned shoulders and chest, then pushes his sweats down just enough to free his cock. he’s painfully hard, tip leaking as he strokes himself once.

“think you can take one more?” he asks, but he’s already lining up, rubbing the head through your slick folds. you nod weakly, hands reaching for him.

he slides in deep in one smooth thrust, groaning at how wet and hot you feel after all the overstimulation. your walls flutter around him, overly sensitive, and the feeling is almost too much. he sets a brutal pace immediately, hips snapping hard, one hand returning to your throat while the other pins your hip down.

“too much— heeseung—” you sob, but your legs wrap around him anyway, pulling him deeper. subspace has you pliant and needy, every thrust sending sparks through your overstimulated body.

“you can take it,” he growls, fingers flexing around your neck. “gonna make you squirt around my cock this time.”

he angles his hips perfectly, hitting that spot with every thrust while his pelvis grinds against your clit. the wet, obscene sounds of your pussy taking him are louder than ever because of how soaked you are. you’re crying openly now, tears streaming, mouth open in constant moans as another orgasm builds dangerously fast.

heeseung leans closer, mask brushing your cheek. “come on, baby. give it to me again. soak my cock while i choke you.”

the fourth orgasm explodes through you without warning. you squirt hard around him, liquid spraying out with every thrust as he keeps pounding into you. your vision blacks out for a second, pure white pleasure and subspace drowning everything else. heeseung moans loudly, the sound raw and broken as your walls milk him.

“fuck— good girl, such a good fucking girl,” he praises through gritted teeth. he fucks you through the whole thing, chasing his own release. a few more brutal thrusts and he buries himself deep, coming hard inside you with a low groan, hips stuttering as he fills you up.

he stays buried inside for a long moment, both of you panting. slowly he releases your throat, gentle fingers stroking the marks he left. he pulls out carefully, more of your mixed release dripping out, and makes sure the camera catches the final messy view before stopping the recording.

heeseung removes both masks quickly and pulls you into his arms, switching to soft mode instantly. his voice is gentle now, full of love and pride as he kisses your tear-streaked face, brushing damp strands of hair from your forehead.

“you okay, baby? you did so well for me. so fucking perfect,” he murmurs against your skin, one hand cradling the back of your head while the other strokes slow, soothing circles down your spine. his touch is feather-light now, completely different from the choking grip and relentless pace from minutes ago.

you nod weakly, still floating deep in subspace, body boneless and trembling with aftershocks. everything feels warm and hazy, like you’re wrapped in cotton. you nuzzle into his neck, breathing in his familiar scent mixed with sweat, lips brushing his collarbone. “felt so good… want to watch it later.”

heeseung chuckles softly, the sound rumbling through his chest as he tightens his hold around you. “yeah? my greedy girl already wants to see how pretty she looked falling apart.” he presses a long kiss to your temple, then your cheek, then the corner of your mouth. “we’ll edit it together, okay? i’ll take care of everything. you just rest.”

he stays like that for a long while — holding you close, whispering sweet praises while his fingers gently trace the faint marks on your throat. he massages your thighs and hips where they ache from being spread so wide, careful not to press too hard. when your breathing finally evens out and the subspace fog starts to lift, he carries you to the bathroom for a long, warm bath.

heeseung lowers you into the tub first, then slides in behind you, pulling your back against his chest. the water soothes your oversensitive skin. he washes you tenderly with your favorite body wash, hands gliding over every inch without any sexual intent now — just care. he kisses the top of your head every few minutes, murmuring how proud he is, how much he loves doing this with you.

after the bath, he wraps you in his oversized hoodie and carries you back to bed. snacks appear like magic — strawberries, chocolate, cold water with electrolytes, and your favorite chips. he feeds you small bites while you cuddle against him, legs tangled together under the fresh sheets he quickly changed.

once you’re more grounded, the two of you open the laptop and start editing. heeseung is patient, letting you pick your favorite angles and moments. you both laugh at how wrecked you sound in the video, blush at the sheer volume of squirt that soaked everything, and rewatched the choking parts a few times because the visual makes heat stir in your belly again. he adds subtle transitions, makes sure your faces stay hidden, and boosts the audio just enough on your moans and his filthy praises.

“this is going to break the timeline,” he says with a proud smirk, saving the final file.

later that night, when you’re both cozy under the blankets, you post it, changing the caption.

caption: follower request fulfilled 🖤 choking, overstimulation & lots of squirt. thanks for the idea~ be nice when you watch hehe

the likes and comments explode within minutes. the video skyrockets in views. notifications flood in nonstop:

ikeupikeu: the way she squirted around his cock??? instant follow nidashki: heeseung’s hand around her throat while she’s crying… i’m deceased fuuuuck need more prettyboynoo: subspace eyes + choking combo is lethal. more of this pls sunghung: the overstimulation was insane she was floating so hard wonniewon: thank you for ruining me for other content

some comments are filthier, already brainstorming the next video. you scroll through them together, giggling and blushing as new ideas pour in.

heeseung kisses your shoulder, pulling you closer. “told you they’d lose their minds. what do you want to film next, baby?”

you already know the next reply thread is going to give you even filthier ideas for the following week.

© jongst4r, 2026

❀'s note: i'm back with a new smau guys !! for context, giselle, ningning, james, keeho, & y/n are all interns at vogue korea under miranda priestly. jake & ot7 are frat boys. all characters attend decelis uni. i missed writing for you all, so pls lmk all your thoughts <3