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take responsibility.

word count: 0.8k

summary: a peek into the mind of heeseung

contains: idol!heeseung x reader, idol life, frustrated/flirty dom!heeseung- he’s basically venting. let him cook. this is a work of fiction so please dni if you no likey.

mika🌻: LOL IM BACK. i don’t even write for heeseung… or enhypen for that matter. idk, i thought about it randomly and this is the product of that thought. don’t be mad at me for keeping it real (read: delulu) soooo pls, lmk what you think, it’s hard to write and keep motivation to write without much interaction. 🫶🏼tyyyyy, enjoy.

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i enjoy pleasing women, don’t get me wrong. i used to think it was foolish for talented men to play into the role of the perfect idol. i find it pointless to develop some kind of deep connection with a women much less a fan.

with enyhpens success? i can bet that any fan that had the opportunity to sleep with me will only spread useless rumors either about how good i am in bed or how long we went on for. which isn’t necessarily bad for me… i knew how good I was in bed and some rumor isn’t going to inflate my ego even more than being a idol already is.

i don’t particularly relish knowing that i’m never going to make a genuine connection with any one of my fans. yes engene are the reason why enhypen has the success that we do. and we are entirely grateful for it but, how would you like knowing that every potential lay will result in the same thing every time? never ending voids of loveless sex and emptiness that could fill a lifetime.

i knew what kind of industry i joined. i signed my way here and every step that i take to make you love me on screen is a step into this inevitable line of work that leaves me promising that i will always be yours and no one else’s.

you control my life and who i get to be with. a smaller sacrifice compared to living my dream as an idol to make music.

call me a romantic, I frankly don’t care. why do you think i flirt with every engene i think is attractive? it’s all i can do. engene dont want me to date, so the solution? i date you. I treat all of you like my very own girlfriend. my own personal harem. except you’re the only one i care about amongst the sea of screaming fans. every single one of you. feed into your delusion and fan the flames of all your fantasies. which is wild when you match my energy back. I’m a little too good at flirting that most of you just scream and/or cry from the mere sight of me winking at you. all those edits-which i will add are very well done- showing you a hint of what i may be capable of doing…

you think you could even handle an hour of me? hmm?

being under me is not an easy or forgettable experience. ask the girls on twitter.

you think i’ll be considerate? do you think i trained all those years before my debut to turn out to be a sensitive, kind lover? do you think for a moment that i wont use you for hours on end just to satisfy my primal need of control.

I’m at my wits end. I have stress lined up outside my door waiting for me when i leave the dorm. i have unrealistic standards that i have to play to everyday. standards that, you, engene have created for me to live under.

it also takes a lot to keep up with me. i train hours everyday to do 3-4 minute performances while singing. nothing tires me out anymore.

so tell me, sweetheart, how am i supposed to release all of this stress and frustration. when i’m not even allowed to look at anyone except you?

it’s all because of you. you’re the reason why i cant date. you’re the problem. take responsibility.

if you want me soo bad i guess you’ll have to learn how to deal with my unending need to release all this stress. you think you could take it?

you think you can handle what i could give you after a long days work of being the most perfect boyfriend for a virtual audience?

i’m sick of thrusting into the lense of a camera for your entertainment.

i rather thrust into something more tangible. hold your hips against the grip of my hands as i pump in and out of you until your overflowing and full. i’m bored with flirting with the comments section of my lives. I much rather speak into your ear till your eyes roll to he back of your head. i’m tired of taking small little selfies with you and a barrier between us. i rather go into raw with no barrier and film us all night on my own personal phone.

you want me to be your perfect little idol?

then do me a favor, engene.

take responsibility. lay back and be a perfect little fuckdoll for me.

[…end]

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mika🌻: AHHHHH! okAY pls comment bc that was a ride😮‍💨 even for me.

[ 6:43 pm ] - lee felix

Contains: harddom!felix, gn!reader, dacryaphilila, dirty talk

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He hates that he loves to see you cry. That your tears are the reason why he’s so turned on. That he makes you this way. That you were spilling tears because of how much he was hurting you.

That’s right. Feel the pain, baby. Take what I can give you.

He hates that he loves the look on your face when he strikes your ass. His other hand gripping your hair tightly in his hold. The cry that you make when you try to escape his hold. what's more messed up is that his groin responds in a manner where his jeans restrict him painfully.

"How's it feel baby?" Felix's deep voice vibrates against the shell of your sensitive ear. His index finger slightly adjusting to press flush over the wetness of your hole.

A muffled moan releases from your lips.

He shudders from the sight, releasing a gravelly laugh as he spanks your other ass cheek. “Aww baby… I almost forgot you that you can’t talk with a gag in your mouth.”

Your eyes sparkle with more tears dripping down your face. Felix almost loses his shit. Growling lowly against your face as he adjusts you to throw you against the sheets. Your body scrambles for stability with no time to adjust to Felix hovering over you. His hands guide your legs over his thighs as he positions himself between them.

A pillow goes under the curve of your back to hold a comfortable arch. When his fingers touch your face, there’s a slight flinch that comes to reacting to such a delicate touch. A wave of comfort floods over you as he undoes the gag from your head and tosses it to who knows where in the room.

“Talk to me baby,” Felix strokes your splayed hair away from your face delicately. “You think you could handle all of me?”

Your gazes follows the muscles of his arms contacting and relaxing as he pumps his cock right in front of your entrance. You’re about to shake your head but instead, your core is filled with each painful inch of his dick. Ripping you apart as he presses his weight above you. “Felix!”

He growls from your lack of respect. Shoving himself through your walls and thrusting once to the hilt, earning a loud scream in reaction to the intoxicating pain. “Where are your manners?”

“I’m—“ More tears well in your eyes and drip down the sides of your face. “Sorry, sir.”

His cock twitches inside of you and you swear through your blurred vision that he’s smiling. “That’s my good little cry baby…”

|| Lee Donghyuck ||

— Sneak Peek ( m. ) —

Contains: male masturbation, spicy best friend haechan, STAMINA!hyuck😤

Word Count: 0.8k

Mika🌻: hope there isn’t too much errors… it was only supposed to be a short timestamp… my bad.

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You can’t believe this sight.

His dick was in his hand pumping rapidly. Eyes closed and lips taut in a silent moan. His pants pooled at his feet as his shirt is hung over the counter of the restroom.

You can’t believe that you’re best friend would find the time on this trip to pleasure himself but you find that you can’t move your legs to give him his privacy. Instead, you watch.

You watch him throw his head back and listen to him whine from the pleasure he’s inflicting over himself.

You couldn’t help but think about how nicely it would be to wrap your hands and lips around him to provide him that same pleasure. It’s a crazy thought to think that you would want that considering he’s been your best friend for so long. His muscles flexing underneath the light of the restroom as enough to make you press your legs together.

You bite your lip, hiding behind the cracked door as he cums over his thighs. The white release seeping out and his body heaving against the sink as he comes down from his high.

“You just gonna stand there and watch?” Donghyuck’s half lidded eyes peer at you with a glare that you can only describe as lust. Melting you instantly where you stood.

“I—I thought—” He chuckles at your attempt in explaining yourself. A horrible job at that if he had the energy to talk about it.

“You think I left the door open in a rush to jack off?” Haechan’s wrist lazily pumps before he tilts his head down towards the other one between his legs. “I’m not that reckless. C’mere.”

Your body obeys faster than your thoughts can tell you to stop—think about about you’re about to do you, dumb—

“That’s right, babydoll…” Donghyuck gathers your hair with a swift flick of his wrist. It’s surprises you when you can clearly witness his cock twitch back to life although he’s just released all over himself. His hand guiding you down towards his messy lap. “Take your tongue out and have a taste of me.”

Your mind goes stupid blank. You find yourself parting your lips when you find a string of cum attempting to leak from his exposed thighs. Thankful to your soft tongue, it finds no escape. The saltiness of his cum jars your taste buds and the pheromones take over your senses.

While adjusting yourself comfortably onto your knees, the length of his dick stands tall right below your chin. With encouragement from the hand wrapped around your hair, his angry, pink tip makes it’s way past your lips and into the warm cavern of your mouth.

Soon your throat begins to open up in ways that are so painfully delicious. Donghyuck’s honey textured voice moans with such an addicting tone that you want to keep pleasuring your best friend. His hips slowly but harshly meet your lips in efforts to gain more friction. Throwing his head back and gently laid against the wall to support himself from completely falling apart at your disposal.

“Fuck!” He shoots his cum into your mouth without much warning. Chest heaving and mouth covered in his milky release.

Wasting no time, Donghyuck lifts you onto the counter, fingers working quickly to remove your annoying jeans. “We’re not done until you’re begging me to stop.”

Your widened eyes amuse Donghyuck right to the third awakening pulse of his dick. You pant from the physical exertion and lack of oxygen now rushing into your lungs. To the say the very least, you were amazed at his unexpected endurance to keep going despite unloading two thick spurts of cum.

Donghyuck lowly chuckles. “It takes more than two rounds to satiate me, princess.” An alarmed moan leaves your throat as you’ve come to find that you were soaked to the point of easy access granted to his two fingers.

He hisses loudly from the squelch of your pussy. “Sounds like your pussy’s a little needy for release, baby…”

A forceful curl of his fingers into your g-spot. A flash of stars across your vision. Then more waves of endless pleasure. A third finger. Donghyuck growls as your body convulses from his minor skill of pleasing you.

“That’s a good girl. Cum all over me. Get your best friend messy in your release.”

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Hongjoong

he’d do anything for you but he doesn’t want it to get to your head

hence, he loves to tease you

‘hi groupie, baby, how are you?’

‘say it out loud. good girl.’

never lets you forget that your favourite song by them is Hatefuck

recites the line ‘i wanna show you what a bitch i can be’ every time he wants to make you embarrassed

big on consent (they all are, but Hongjoong likes to make a show out of it)

always asks before he touches you even casually because he thinks it’s more meaningful then

protective

almost overprotective

always insists on driving you home when you don’t stay with one of them (almost always ends up sleeping over)

he can’t help but smile when he sees you

‘hey, come here groupie. help me decide the setlist for tomorrow?’