🔞Enhypen bxb smuts/imagines🔞

Yours from the beginning (HEEJAKE) (S) (I)🔥

SPICY
IMAGINE

-spicy make out session🔥
-gender bend au
-ha-ri<heeseung
-jayla<jake

Excuse any typos😔

No ones Pov:
Ha-ri bites her lip as she sits on her bed, phone in one hand and can of cola in the other. Her eyebrows are furrowed as she stares at the girl in front of her, unable to tear her gaze away.

Jayla is lying on her stomach on the bed, a pillow propping her up as she scrolls aimlessly through her phone. Her blonde hair falls in waves, cascading over and down her shoulders, framing her face like a painting.

The only light in the room was from their bright phone screens and the purple sunset lamp that cast its glow across the wall. It makes jayla look ethereal, almost like she's glowing. That, along with the faint melody of ha-ri's night playlist in the background, seems to set the perfect atmosphere for her fantasies.

Ha-ri thinks she may as well die on the spot. Her best friend is doing nothing but pursing her lips at her phone and kicking her legs up, and ha-ri's head is already reeling.

It doesn't help that jayla is in her bra (for comfort , was the excuse she had used at the time) and ha-ri can't stop her gaze from occasionally flitting down to where her sternum meets the curve of her chest, illuminated in the bare light.

"Jayla..." She says, and her voice feels foreign, withering and breathy. She needs to say anything.

Anything that will distract her from her current thoughts, The girl looks up, her eyes wide and curious.

Her lips part into a small 'o' shape and ha-ri thinks she stared at that for a little bit longer than necessary.

Her eyeshadow has faded and her eyeliner is smudged from when they had rolled around in ha-ri's bed earlier while playing a video game. Ha-ri thinks, paired with her smudged lipstick, it makes jayla look downright seductive.

She gulps before continuing. "Uhm.. are you sure you don't want anything to drink?" She gestures to the can in her own hand before using her head to point at the mini fridge next to her desk.

Jayla takes in a sharp breath as she eyes the can before letting her gaze linger on ha-ri's face.

Ha-ri feels like cowering under the intensity of her stare, looking up at her from under pretty lashes, but stands strong for a moment longer, waiting for jayla's response.

"No, thanks." She says with a small smile before shaking her head. She glances at her phone for a split second before looking back up.

Ha-ri's breath hitches as their eyes lock because jayla is so fucking pretty.

For a second, there is something like hesitation in jayla's dark eyes, and ha-ri tries her best to read her friend's expression. Then jayla locks her phone, plugging it into the loose charger that was hanging from the nightstand, before getting up from the bed and sitting.

And ha-ri swears she isn't even breathing at this point.

She can't stop herself as she watches jayla's stretch, the muscles in her torso and arms tensing and rippling under her skin, her curves burning its image into ha-ri memory.

The girls stomach is exposed and her bra is just tight enough to make her chest stick out a bit more (ha-ri thinks she's done that on purpose, but they're just at home with no one to show off to, so it might just be wishful thinking).

She muses that jayla looks very very nice in black lace.

Ha-ri tilts her head at her friend's actions, wondering what jayla wanted to do now that she was bored of scrolling through her phone. When jayla sits straight again, she props herself onto her knees, her hands curled into her lap as she looks back at ha-ri.