chaconnewon

[chaconnewon]

heeseung tells himself it means something. that you’re off-limits because you’re his best friend's girlfriend. but when you smile at him like that, soft, warm and stupidly sweet, he forgets every reason not to want you. and when you look up at him, all innocent and close, he forgets how to stop.

warning/tags: dominant heeseung, smut, obsession, jealousy, mirror sex, oral (f receiving) dirty talk, overstimulation.

w.c: 1.9k

your voice carries through the apartment, soft, laughing at something jay says, unaware of the way it makes heeseung’s stomach twist. he doesn't even look up at first. just clenches his jaw, shifts on the couch, tells himself to ignore it.

you’re not his.

you're jay’s.

his best friend’s.

and that’s supposed to mean something.

“heeseung, want some?” your voice floats toward the kitchen, sweet and warm, offering him a bite of something you made. maybe cookies. maybe something stupid and pink.

he shouldn’t get up.

but he does.

and when he walks in, you're already holding out the spoon, smiling at him like you’ve never made anyone feel insane.

he blinks.

you blink back, still waiting.

he swallows and leans in. takes the bite. doesn’t taste it.

your lips are too close. the smell of your shampoo burns into his memory. your fingers brush his, and he has to will his body not to flinch. not to show that you’ve already taken up way too much space inside him.

“it’s good, right?” you ask, oblivious.

heeseung nods once. grunts something like yeah. doesn’t look you in the eye.

you beam like he gave you a real compliment. “jay said it was too sweet, but—”

“he’s wrong,” heeseung cuts in.

you smile wider. “so you do like sweet things.”

his jaw tightens. “only when they know when to shut up.”

you laugh, thinking it’s a joke.

he doesn’t laugh.

not even close.

it gets worse when you're alone.

jay disappears to take a call, and suddenly it’s just you and heeseung in the living room, your knees tucked under you, his eyes glued to the tv but not watching.

you shift. your shirt rides up just slightly.

he sees skin he shouldn’t.

he looks away.

and looks again.

“you’re quiet today,” you say softly.

he shrugs. doesn’t answer.

you lean closer. your knee bumps his. your perfume sinks into his lungs. you talk like you don’t notice the heat in his stare, like you don’t feel the way his body coils tighter the longer he’s near you.

“you okay?” you ask.

“fine.”

“you sure? you look…tense.”

he looks at you then. sharp. like you’ve said something you shouldn't.

you blink, confused. “what?”

heeseung opens his mouth, then shuts it.

don’t say it.

don’t say it.

don’t tell her you wake up hard because of her voice.

don’t tell her you can’t sleep unless you jerk off with her name in your mouth.

don’t tell her she’s the reason you can’t look jay in the eye anymore.

“nothing,” he mutters.

but his voice is rougher than before. strained. a little too low.

you tilt your head, still smiling. still innocent.

and he breaks.

“don’t look at me like that.”

your smile fades, confused. “like what?”

heeseung doesn’t answer.

he just gets up and leaves.

because if he doesn’t, he’ll do something he can’t take back.

you notice the change before you understand it.

heeseung used to at least look at you, sideways glances when he thought you weren’t watching, little eye rolls when you teased him, dry comments that made jay laugh and you giggle.

now? he doesn’t even speak.

you walk into the room and he leaves. you ask a question and he shrugs it off. every now and then, you catch him watching, his jaw locked tight, but the second your eyes meet, he looks away like you disgust him.

and maybe you should let it go.

but you don’t.

because something in his silence makes your stomach twist, makes your hands clammy, makes you feel like he’s angry for reasons you don’t understand.

you bring it up once, nervous, tentative, alone in the kitchen.

“heeseung… did i do something?”

he’s sitting at the table, scrolling through his phone like you’re not there.

you wait. silence.

“have i made you uncomfortable or something?”

his hand freezes.

you blink. “because if i crossed a line—”

“you didn’t,” he says, still not looking up.

“then what is it?” your voice is small. “you won’t even talk to me anymore.”

he scoffs quietly, setting his phone down.

and finally, he looks up.

his eyes are tired. dark. sharp like broken glass.

“you think i’m ignoring you because you annoyed me?”

you swallow. “didn’t you just say—?”

“jesus,” he mutters, standing too fast. “you really don’t see it.”

he’s pacing now, running a hand through his hair like he can’t think straight. and something in his voice is unraveling, low, rough, shaking with restraint.

“every time i walk in here, you’re sitting on my best friend’s lap. wearing his hoodie. whispering shit in his ear like i can’t fucking hear it.”

you blink. frozen. “what—?”

heeseung stops. looks at you.

“you really don’t get it.”

you feel your breath catch. something in your chest stutters.

“heeseung—”

“don’t say my name like that,” he growls, stepping closer.

you back into the counter.

“you wanna know why i’ve been ignoring you?” he asks, voice low and angry now. “it’s because every time you smile at me like that, every time you say my name, every fucking time you sit too close, i wanna take you in my mouth and make you forget his.”

your heart’s racing. your thighs squeeze together without thinking. your head’s spinning.

heeseung leans in, hands on either side of the counter behind you.

“you have no idea what you’re doing to me,” he breathes. “none.”

your voice breaks. “you’re—you’re his best friend—”

“i know,” he snaps.

“you’re not supposed to—”

“i know,” he says again, like it hurts. “you think i want this?”

you don’t speak.

because the look in his eyes says it all: he does.

and when his eyes flick to your lips, your chest, back to your eyes—you know you do too.

his hand brushes your hip. just a test.

you don’t stop him.

his voice dips lower, closer.

“say the word,” he whispers, “and i’ll back off. i’ll leave right now. i’ll pretend none of this ever happened.”

your breath shudders out of you. your pulse roars in your ears.

but you don’t say the word.

he watches you for one more second. two.

and then he kisses you.

not soft. not gentle.

like he’s been starving for it.

he kisses you like he’s making up for every second he’s had to watch you be someone else’s. it’s desperate and angry and messy, all tongue and teeth, his hands gripping your waist like he’s afraid you’ll vanish. your back hits the counter, his thigh pushes between yours, and your hands tangle in his shirt, pulling him closer even though you know you shouldn’t.

you gasp into his mouth when his hands slide under your top, rough palms on your soft stomach, sliding up slowly.

“you think i haven’t dreamed about this every night?” he growls, lips brushing your cheek, jaw, neck. “you think i haven’t heard you moan his name while i pretended it was mine?”

your breath hitches.

his fingers dig into your hips as he presses you back harder.

“you have no idea how many times i almost snapped,” he murmurs against your throat. “you’d smile at me, just like that, and i’d have to go jerk off in your fucking bathroom.”

your knees buckle.

heeseung laughs, dark, breathless, and scoops you up like you weigh nothing. you yelp, legs wrapping instinctively around him as he carries you to the couch and drops you onto the cushions.

“you look good here,” he mutters, kneeling between your legs. “better than he ever deserved.”

“heeseung—”

“shh.” he pulls your shorts down slowly, kissing each inch of skin he reveals. “let me taste what he’s wasted.”

you’re shaking now—part nerves, part adrenaline, part unbearable heat.

and when his mouth touches you, it’s like nothing else exists.

his tongue is slow at first, long licks up your folds, barely grazing your clit, dragging whimpers from your throat. he holds your thighs apart with his hands, firm but careful, like he’s keeping you open for himself alone.

“fuck,” he groans against you. “you taste like everything i ever wanted.”

your hands fly to his hair, your hips rolling into his mouth. heeseung grins and wraps his arms under your thighs, pulling you closer, deeper onto his tongue.

“that’s it,” he murmurs, lips dragging over your clit. “grind on my face, baby. i want it all.”

you moan. high-pitched, broken, filthy.

he sucks on your clit suddenly, hard and deep, and you cry out, thighs trembling.

“gonna cum already?” he teases. “didn’t even put a finger in you yet.”

“heeseung—i—”

“say it,” he whispers, voice low and thick with hunger. “say it’s mine. this pussy. these sounds. all of it.”

“fuck—yes—yours—”

that’s all he needed.

he slides two fingers into you, slow but unrelenting, curling them just right as his tongue returns to your clit. you arch off the couch, crying out, gripping his hair so tight he groans.

and then you break.

it crashes over you like a wave, your body clenching around his fingers, your thighs trembling, your mouth open and silent until your voice finally tears out of your throat.

heeseung doesn’t stop.

he lets you ride it out, licking through your orgasm until you’re twitching beneath him.

but when you try to sit up, dazed and weak, he pushes you back down.

“we’re not done,” he says, voice darker than before.

“what—?”

“you think i waited this long for one taste?”

you don’t get a chance to respond before he’s moving, lifting you from the couch, carrying you to the mirror on the wall behind the hallway door.

he sets you down, turns you to face your reflection.

you stare flushed, ruined, lips swollen, hair a mess.

heeseung stands behind you, hard cock pressed to your ass, hands sliding up your bare sides.

“look how pretty you are,” he says, dragging his lips over your ear. “and all for me.”

you whimper, grinding against him instinctively.

“you gonna take it for me now?” he growls. “gonna let me fuck you like i’ve been dreaming?”

you nod, barely able to speak.

heeseung smirks, and then he slides into you, slow and deep.

you cry out, head falling forward, but he grabs your chin and tilts it up.

“no,” he says. “watch. i want you to see what i look like when i’m inside you.”

you moan, and he thrusts harder, deep, possessive strokes that make you fall apart again, too sensitive, too full.

“so fucking tight,” he grits. “you were made for me.”

your eyes blur. your knees nearly give out.

he holds you steady, keeps fucking you through it, until you’re gasping, twitching, sobbing his name again.

“one more,” he pants. “give me one more.”

“can’t—too much—”

“yes you can. you’re mine. you’ll take everything i give you.”

and you do.

you fall apart for him again, louder, messier, dripping and shaking, and when he finally cums, it’s with a growl so animalistic it makes your whole body ache.

you collapse into the mirror. heeseung holds you upright.

kisses your shoulder.

whispers, “you’re never going back to him.”

and you don’t argue.

[chaconnewon]

MASTERPIECE

the first

pairing: Jake (ehna) x shy!virgin fem!reader

genre: first time, emotional intimacy, virgin!reader, college AU, flufffffffff/smut

cw: nsfw, mdni, virgin!reader, first time, oral (f!rec), fingering, face-sitting, missionary, praise kink, breast play, creampie, emotional vulnerability, slight overstimulation, crying during sex (emotional), soft dom!Jake

wc: 4.8k

a/n: not proofread (sorry😭), it’s been in my drafts collecting dust lol hope yall enjoyyy <3

You weren’t exactly friends at first. More like mutual nods across lecture halls, shared glances during group discussions, the occasional smile exchanged when your hands brushed reaching for the same classroom door. He was the kind of guy who filled a room—Jake, with his loose-limbed confidence and that lazy grin that seemed like it belonged to someone in a movie.

You didn’t expect him to remember your name, let alone sit beside you two weeks in a row in Psych 204. But he did. And when you murmured something under your breath about the professor’s weird obsession with Freud, he laughed—a real, full-bodied sound—and said, “You’re funny. I like that.”

That was the beginning.

From there, it was small things. Shared notes. Walks to the coffee shop on the corner after class. Texts that started as study reminders and turned into late-night questions about dreams, fears, music you loved but never told anyone about. He asked things no one asked. And he listened like your answers meant something.

Jake didn’t make you nervous in the way most people did. He didn’t crowd your space. He watched you, sure—but gently. Like he was trying to learn you. And somehow, he made you want to be seen.

You weren’t blind to the way people looked at him—the flirting, the smiles, the way others leaned into his orbit. But he always seemed to lean back toward you. Quietly. Like you were the one pulling him in without realizing it.

The first time he touched you was barely anything. His fingers brushed the back of your hand as you reached for your cup. But it sent a current up your spine, sharp and unexpected. He noticed—of course he did—and didn’t pull away. Just let his fingers stay there, resting against yours like it was the most natural thing in the world.

“You always flinch when someone touches you,” he said softly that day, eyes holding yours. “But you didn’t this time.”

You looked away, heartbeat skittering. “I didn’t want to.”

His smile then wasn’t cocky or smug. It was soft. Something more reverent.

And now, everything is shifting. You can feel it. In the way he lingers a little longer when you hug goodbye. In how he brushes your hair back behind your ear, like he can’t help but touch you. In the silence that falls sometimes—not awkward, but thick with things unsaid. Things you’re afraid to say.

Because you’ve never done anything. Not really. Not with anyone. And that part of you—your want, your hunger, your inexperience—you keep locked up behind polite smiles and tightly folded arms.

But Jake looks at you like he already knows.

And for the first time in your life, you’re starting to think… maybe that’s okay.

Jake’s room is quiet, save for the hum of his desk fan and the low music playing from his phone. You’re curled up on his bed, your laptop balanced on a pillow in your lap, legs folded beneath you. He’s sprawled next to you, lying on his stomach with his cheek resting on his arm, eyes flicking between his notes and your screen.

You’ve done this before—studied like this, side by side, close but not too close. But tonight feels different.

He’s closer than usual. His knee brushes yours every time he shifts. His voice is lower, slower, like he’s not in any rush to move on from this moment. When you lean forward to scroll, his hand gently tugs your hoodie back into place, fingertips brushing your spine.

You don’t even pretend it doesn’t affect you.

“You’re quiet tonight,” he murmurs without looking up. “That test stressing you out?”

You shake your head slowly. “Not really. Just… tired, I guess.”

Jake hums like he doesn’t believe you. His fingers tap thoughtfully against his textbook before he closes it and turns toward you fully. The bed dips with the movement, and now he’s right beside you—close enough that you feel the warmth of his breath when he speaks again.

“You always get like this when something’s on your mind.”

His voice is gentle, but it cuts straight through you. Jake doesn’t poke or pry. He waits. Gives you room to choose him, or not.

And tonight… maybe you want to be chosen too.

You stare at the screen a second longer before closing the laptop and setting it aside. “Can I ask you something?”

Jake nods instantly, like there’s no version of the world where you could say something he wouldn’t want to hear. “Of course.”

You hesitate, playing with the hem of your sleeve. It’s stupid. Or it feels stupid. But the weight of his gaze grounds you.

“I’ve never…” You trail off, pulse thumping in your throat. “I’ve never really done anything. Like—physically. With anyone.”

There. It’s out. Suspended between you and the walls of this room that suddenly feels too small.

Jake blinks. He doesn’t laugh. Doesn’t smirk or make a joke. Instead, he sits up a little straighter, head tilting like he wants to read your thoughts.

“Okay,” he says carefully. “You mean… like nothing at all?”

You shake your head once, the heat rising to your cheeks. “I’ve kissed people. A couple times. But nothing else. It’s not like I was waiting for anything specific, it just… never felt right. I didn’t want to force it.”

Jake’s expression softens, all traces of curiosity replaced by something warmer. Protective. “That makes sense. You should never force it.”

You nod, biting your lip. “I just—I feel like everyone around me has already done everything, and I’m still in this… bubble. Like I’m behind or something.”

Jake’s hand reaches for yours, his fingers slipping gently between yours like it’s second nature. “You’re not behind. You’re just… you. And I really like who that is.”

Your heart stutters.

He holds your hand a little tighter, his thumb brushing slowly over your knuckles. “For what it’s worth,” he adds, voice lower now, “I think it’s kind of beautiful. That you’ve waited. That you’re careful with yourself.”

You glance up at him, surprised. “Beautiful?”

Jake smiles—not cocky, not teasing. Soft. Real. “Yeah. Makes me want to be careful with you too.”

The tension between you tightens. His hand stays in yours. His eyes flick to your mouth, but he doesn’t move, not until you do.

And when you lean in—barely, uncertain—he meets you halfway.

His kiss is gentle. Thoughtful. A question, not a demand. His lips are soft and warm, his hand slipping to your cheek like he’s afraid you’ll vanish if he’s too rough. It isn’t deep. It’s barely anything. But it steals the air from your lungs.

When he pulls back, his forehead rests against yours, breaths mingling.

“Thank you,” he murmurs, and you don’t know what he’s thanking you for—trust, maybe—but it makes your eyes sting.

“I just… I don’t know how to do any of this,” you admit, voice barely above a whisper.

Jake smiles. “That’s okay,” he says. “You don’t have to. We go slow. We go at your pace.”

And for the first time, your inexperience doesn’t feel like a flaw. It feels like something sacred.

Jake’s still close. His forehead is against yours, and your hands are still clasped. Your lips are tingling, still warm from that kiss—not just the contact but the meaning behind it. You didn’t expect him to be so patient. So still. Like he’s waiting for your heart to steady before he asks for more.

But he doesn’t have to ask. You tilt your head, let your lips brush his again, softer this time but with more weight. Like you mean it.

He responds immediately, like he was just waiting for you to want him back.

The kiss deepens slowly—there’s no rush in him, no pressure. Just a careful pull of your bottom lip, a low hum from his chest when your fingers curl in the front of his shirt. His other hand settles at your waist, grounding you. You think you might fall if he didn’t hold you there, gently anchoring you to him, to this moment.

You feel the smile tug at his lips before he pulls back just enough to whisper, “See? You’re already so good at this.”

You blush, and Jake leans in to kiss your cheek, then your jaw. Then—lower. His lips press beneath your ear, warm and slow, and your breath catches when he moves down to your neck.

The first kiss there makes you shiver. He notices.

“Oh,” he says softly, a quiet chuckle in his throat, “you’re sensitive here?”

You nod without meaning to, and he follows your pulse with his mouth—open-mouthed kisses, the faint scrape of his teeth, a low groan when you gasp and squeeze his arm.

You don’t realize when he moves, but suddenly you’re on your back, your legs still bent up on the bed and Jake hovering above you, elbow braced beside your head. He kisses you again, this time slower, longer, like he wants to feel every part of you at once. One of his hands slides up under your hoodie, fingertips brushing your skin just above the waistband of your shorts.

His touch is cautious, but it sets something off inside you. You arch up instinctively, heart hammering, and Jake pulls back only to study your face.

“You okay?” he asks, voice like velvet.

You nod quickly, already breathless. “Yeah. Just… nervous.”

He grins—genuine, a little cocky, but still sweet. “Good nervous or bad?”

“Good,” you breathe. “Really good.”

He kisses your nose. “Then can I keep touching you?”

The heat spreads down your body in a rush. You whisper, “Yes,” and Jake hums like it’s the best thing he’s heard all night.

His hand slips higher, palm smoothing over your stomach, your ribs—everywhere but where you suddenly ache for it. He’s patient. Exploring. He pushes your hoodie up a little more and presses soft kisses to your exposed skin, warm and slow and reverent.

You swear your heart might explode when he mouths at the underside of your breast through your bra, teeth just barely grazing you. You gasp, arch again, and Jake groans into you.

“Shit,” he mutters, pulling back enough to look at you. “You’re already driving me crazy.”

His hand cups you fully over the fabric and you whimper, your hips shifting. His thumb strokes slowly over your nipple, still covered, and your breath stutters. It’s like every part of you is waking up for the first time—new, oversensitive, desperate to be touched more.

You don’t even realize you’re squirming until Jake chuckles.

“Look at you,” he murmurs, voice darker now, his free hand stroking your cheek. “So shy, but your body’s already telling me everything.”

You moan—embarrassed but also aching—and Jake leans in, his lips brushing your neck.

Your hands grip his shoulders before you can think. You whimper, completely undone by just his words.

“Jake…”

He kisses you again, rougher this time, and you feel it—his restraint starting to slip. But still, he holds back, lets you move how you need to. His mouth drops lower, trailing heat down your stomach.

“Let me take care of you,” he murmurs against your skin.

And you think you might. You think you might finally let yourself be seen, touched, loved like that.

You don’t remember nodding. You don’t even remember giving him permission with words. But Jake must see it in your eyes, or feel it in the way your legs relax, your thighs falling slightly open when he kisses the inside of your knee.

Because he moves like a promise—slow, reverent, steady. He slips your shorts down your legs, easing them past your hips with both hands like he’s unwrapping something sacred. Then he presses a kiss to the inside of your thigh, warm and patient.

Your breath stutters. You feel too exposed and not close enough all at once. You’ve never had anyone see you like this. Never had anyone want to. And now Jake is kneeling between your legs, hands gripping your thighs gently, thumbs stroking your skin like he’s soothing your nerves.

“You’re so beautiful,” he says, looking right at you. “Even when you’re nervous. Especially when you’re nervous.”

You let out a shaky breath. Your body is buzzing. Too warm. Too bare. Too full of anticipation.

“I’ve never… I don’t know what I’m supposed to do,” you whisper.

Jake leans over you, kisses you gently. “You don’t have to do anything. Just feel. Just let me make you feel good.”

You nod, and his lips curve against yours like he’s proud.

Then he lowers himself again. Slowly. Carefully. He trails kisses down your stomach, your inner thighs, until he’s right there—where your arousal pulses like a second heartbeat. His hands rest on your thighs, holding you open without forcing. His breath hits you first—warm, steady—and your hips jerk slightly.

“Shh,” he whispers, voice gentle. “Just breathe for me.”

You try.

Then his mouth is on you.

The first lick is slow. Deliberate. His tongue flattens against you and drags upward in a way that makes your whole body jerk. You gasp—high and sharp—and Jake groans like you just did something to him.

“Fuck,” he murmurs, lips brushing you. “You taste so sweet.”

Your thighs tense, but Jake’s hands keep you steady—secure, never rough. He licks again, deeper now, tongue curling right where you need it. Your back arches.

“Oh my god—Jake—”

His lips wrap around your clit gently, sucking, and your vision goes white for a second.

You can’t think.

You can barely breathe.

The sensation is overwhelming—hot and wet and perfect. Jake keeps going, keeps worshipping you with his mouth, like he’s starving and you’re the only thing that could satisfy him.

You’re moaning now, helplessly, and Jake groans again.

“That’s it, baby,” he says against you. “Let me hear you.”

You can’t stop.

Your hands tangle in the sheets—then in his hair. You don’t even realize you’re grinding against his mouth until he moans again, gripping your hips tighter to hold you steady.

You’re so close.

It’s building fast—too fast—and you warn him with a stuttering gasp of his name.

“Jake—fuck—I think I’m—”

“Let go for me,” he breathes. “Be good and come for me, pretty girl.”

That’s all it takes.

You shatter, body clenching, breath catching in your throat as pleasure crashes through you in waves. Your hips buck and Jake holds you through it, licking you softly now, easing you down with kisses like you’re something fragile.

You’re panting, legs trembling, skin flushed. You can’t think, can’t move.

Jake crawls back up your body and kisses you—deep, slow, tasting like you. You moan softly into it, dazed and warm.

“Holy shit,” you whisper.

Jake laughs, low and proud. “You okay?”

You nod. Barely. Your body’s still trembling with the aftershocks.

“Never been better,” you breathe.

And he smiles like that’s all he’s ever wanted to hear.

Jake shifts slightly beside you, one hand resting low on your stomach, fingertips barely grazing the edge of your shirt. His voice is soft, but there’s a distinct heat to it now—like a secret being handed to you under the covers.

“You know what I was thinking about earlier?” he asks, like it’s casual, like he’s not about to ruin you.

You swallow, eyes flicking up to meet his. “What?”

He smiles, just a little. Mischievous. Reverent.

“I kept looking at your thighs when you were tucked under my blanket… all shy and pretty, trying to focus on your notes,” he murmurs, letting his hand trace down your hip. “And I couldn’t stop thinking about how good you’d feel sitting on my face.”

Your breath hitches—sharp and instant. You try to blink the heat from your cheeks, but it floods you anyway, thick and fast.

Jake watches it all happen, his thumb pressing gently into your side. “You’d like that, wouldn’t you?” he coaxes, his voice barely above a whisper now. “You, up there… thighs shaking while I hold onto you and eat you just the way you need. All that pressure, all that attention, just for you.”

You don’t mean to whimper, but it slips out, caught between disbelief and desire.

“I’d take my time, too,” he continues, dipping his head to kiss just under your jaw. “Make you feel everything. Over and over. Until you’re so sensitive, you’re begging me to stop—and then begging me not to.”

You feel like you might melt right into the bed. Your legs squeeze together instinctively, and he notices—his lips curve against your skin.

Jake tilts your chin so you’re looking straight at him. “I know it sounds intense,” he says, tone softer again. “But I’d never push you too far. Just enough to show you how good it can feel when you let go.”

You nod, because you trust him—because every nerve in your body is screaming yes.

“You want that?” he asks gently, but there’s a fire behind his eyes now. “You wanna sit on my face and let me take care of you like that?”

Your voice is almost gone when it finally comes out. “Yeah… I do.”

Jake smiles, proud and hungry all at once. “Good girl.”

Jake kisses you again, slower this time—long and lingering, like he wants to give you space to think, to breathe, to change your mind. But you don’t want space. You want him.

He shifts, laying with his head against the headboard and patting his chest with an inviting, wicked glint in his eyes. “C’mere,” he says, voice low and coaxing. “I’ll help you.”

You hesitate—not because you don’t want it, but because the thought of actually doing it, of being that exposed, that open for him, makes your heart pound in your throat. But he’s patient. He just watches you with a quiet reverence, like he’s already proud of you.

So you crawl over him, tentative and shy, knees sinking into the mattress on either side of his head. He slides his hands up your thighs, his touch steady and warm.

“That’s it,” he murmurs. “Just like that. You look so pretty like this already.”

Your breath catches. You’re hovering just above his face, your core aching and wet and barely clothed, and his grip on your thighs tightens—encouraging, not forceful.

“Let me see you,” Jake says, gently tugging your panties aside with one finger, his eyes dark and hungry but still soft around the edges. “You don’t have to do anything but let go. I’ve got you.”

You nod, swallowing hard as your fingers press to the wall behind his headboard for balance.

His hands slide to your ass, firm and sure, pulling you the rest of the way down until your thighs are flush to his face and you feel the hot brush of his tongue against your folds. You gasp—high-pitched and sharp—hips jerking instinctively at the jolt of pleasure.

Jake groans against you, low and satisfied, and keeps licking—long, slow strokes that send sparks all through your body.

You try to hold still, try not to fall apart too quickly, but his grip is steady on your ass and he’s pulling you closer, deeper, nose buried between your thighs like he’s starving for it. His tongue circles your clit and your fingers curl against the wall, your knees trembling.

He moans again, louder this time, like the taste of you is driving him crazy.

“You can move, baby,” he murmurs between licks, his voice muffled but clear. “Grind on me. Let yourself feel good.”

You nod, breathless, and slowly begin to move—hips rolling, unsure at first, until his tongue catches right where you need him and your body takes over. The friction is overwhelming. Perfect. His mouth is relentless, tongue flicking and swirling while he groans like you’re the best thing he’s ever tasted.

Your thighs are shaking now, your moans uncontrolled. And then—his hand slides between your legs, two fingers teasing your entrance before slipping in slow and deep.

You cry out, back arching, head falling forward.

“Jake—” you gasp, voice breaking.

“I know,” he says softly, still licking, still curling his fingers just right. “You’re doing so good, baby. So sweet for me. So perfect.”

You’re not sure how much more you can take. Every lick, every curl of his fingers, is too much and not enough all at once. Your hips grind harder, your moans getting louder, and Jake doesn’t stop—he holds you there, mouth open and eager beneath you, tongue lapping and flicking with practiced, reverent hunger.

Your orgasm hits hard and fast—unexpected, blinding. You sob out his name, thighs quivering as your entire body tenses and then collapses against him.

He holds you through it, never letting go.

And when you finally lift your hips—panting, trembling—Jake’s eyes are glazed over with pure desire. His lips are wet, swollen, and he looks completely wrecked.

“Could stay like that all night,” he says with a breathless laugh. “You taste so fucking good.”

You can’t even answer—you just collapse forward into his chest, face burning, heart racing.

“I’ve got you,” he murmurs again, brushing your hair back, kissing your shoulder. “You did so good for me.”

Your body is still trembling from the aftershocks as Jake lays you back against his pillows, fingers brushing along your sides like he can’t stop touching you. His eyes search your face, warm and focused.

“You okay?” he asks quietly.

You nod, flushed and breathless. “Yeah… I just…”

Jake leans down, kissing your cheek, then your jaw, and then your lips—slow and soft. “Tell me if you want to stop at any point, okay? We don’t have to do everything tonight.”

You shake your head gently. “I want to… I want you.”

His expression softens even more, if that’s possible—something tender settling in his eyes as he brings his forehead to yours.

“Okay,” he breathes. “Then I’m gonna take my time with you.”

He undresses you fully now, piece by piece—his hands warm and reverent on your skin, like he’s learning you by heart. You watch his eyes flick over you, and for the first time, you don’t feel self-conscious. His gaze is filled with so much awe that all you feel is wanted.

Jake undresses too, slow and careful, letting you see him in turn. And when he finally settles between your thighs, he takes his time—kissing down your neck, over your breasts, mouthing at your nipples until your breath catches all over again.

You’re wet again—still so sensitive—but the ache between your legs now has a different edge to it. A pull.

Jake props himself on one arm and reaches between your bodies with the other, stroking himself slowly, coating himself in your arousal.

“You sure?” he murmurs, eyes locked on yours.

“Yes,” you whisper, heart pounding.

He lines himself up and kisses you—deep and full—before slowly, carefully, beginning to push in.

You gasp at the stretch, your body clenching instinctively.

“Breathe,” he whispers against your lips, pausing to give you time. “You’re doing so good. Just let me in. Nice and slow, yeah?”

You grip his hand, and he laces your fingers together, grounding you as he moves again—inch by inch, until he’s fully sheathed inside you.

The fullness is overwhelming, but not painful—more like pressure and heat, something impossibly intimate. You blink up at him, wide-eyed, and he’s already watching you, completely still, his other hand brushing your hair back.

“God, you feel amazing,” Jake whispers, breath shaky. “So warm. So tight. You’re perfect, baby.”

Your eyes flutter, head falling back slightly as your body adjusts, and he takes that moment to kiss your throat, your collarbone, your chest—everywhere he can reach while he holds still inside you.

When he finally starts to move, it’s slow. Deep. Each thrust is deliberate, dragging along every nerve, making you gasp softly into his mouth.

“Eyes on me,” he murmurs. “I wanna see you.”

You try to hold his gaze, but it’s hard—your eyes want to roll back with every slow stroke, each one brushing something deep inside you that makes your legs shake. But his hand squeezes yours, thumb brushing your knuckles, and he leans in to kiss you again—soft and open-mouthed, like he’s trying to breathe you in.

When he pulls back, you whimper, eyes fluttering shut.

“Don’t hold back,” he says, voice rough with restraint. “Let me hear you.”

So you do—you let the moan slip past your lips, let your hips roll into his, and Jake rewards you with a deeper thrust, groaning softly into your neck.

“That’s it,” he praises. “You’re taking me so well. So fucking pretty like this, baby.”

Your body moves on instinct now, chasing the friction, the feeling, your thighs wrapping around him as the pace builds—still gentle, but heavier now, more urgent. His free hand slips under your back to hold you closer, chest to chest, heartbeat to heartbeat.

And when you gasp again, trembling beneath him, Jake kisses you—slow and desperate—and whispers, “I’ve got you. You’re mine, sweetheart. Let go for me.”

Jake is still moving inside you—slow now, slower than before. His thrusts are deep and gentle, drawn out like he wants to memorize the shape of you from the inside. Your legs are wrapped around his waist, and his forehead rests against yours, lips barely grazing as you breathe each other in.

“You’re doing so good,” he whispers, like it’s the only truth that matters.

His hand finds yours again, fingers lacing tight. The other cups your jaw, thumb stroking softly as he keeps his gaze locked on you. “I want you to come for me one more time, baby,” he murmurs. “Can you do that for me?”

You nod, barely able to form the word yes, your whole body humming with overstimulated pleasure and overwhelming trust. He shifts just slightly, angling his hips to hit the spot that makes you gasp, makes your toes curl, and it’s too much—but just right.

Jake kisses you as you fall apart. He catches your moan in his mouth, swallowing every sound like it’s sacred. His strokes stay slow but sure, coaxing the orgasm out of you like a promise he fully intends to keep.

Your whole body clenches around him, your nails digging into his shoulder, your thighs trembling as the wave crests and breaks. Tears spring to your eyes from the intensity—how good it feels, how safe it feels, how full your heart is—and Jake’s right there whispering through it:

“That’s it, baby. Let go.”

“You’re so perfect like this.”

“I’ve got you.”

You don’t even realize you’re crying until he’s brushing a tear away with his lips.

“Too much?” he asks, pulling back just enough to search your face.

You shake your head quickly, cupping his cheek. “No. It’s perfect. Just… a lot.”

“I know,” he says softly, kissing your palm. “You did so good.”

Jake comes just moments later, with your name on his lips and your body wrapped around him. It’s not loud, not rough—just deep and quiet and full of feeling. His hips stutter, and he holds you close, like he needs you as much as you need him.

He doesn’t rush. When it’s over, he stays still for a few seconds, breathing you in, pressing soft kisses to your cheek, your shoulder, your forehead.

Then, gently, he pulls out and helps you lay back. You feel everything—every brush of his fingers, every whisper of skin on skin—and you don’t want to let go of his hand.

“You okay?” he asks, voice low and careful.

You nod. “Yeah. Just… overwhelmed.”

He smiles and tucks a strand of hair behind your ear. “I’ve got you.”

Jake disappears for a moment and returns with a warm towel and water. He’s gentle as he cleans you up, murmuring soft apologies every time you flinch from sensitivity. He kisses your thighs, your knees, your stomach—like each one deserves a thank you.

Once you’re comfortable, he helps you into one of his soft shirts and pulls the covers over both of you. You curl into his chest without thinking, and he welcomes you into his arms like you’ve always belonged there.

“You’re incredible, you know that?” he says against your hair. “I’m so proud of you. I hope you know how much this meant to me.”

Your eyes sting again, and this time you let the tears fall. Not from sadness, but from being seen—completely and wholly—for the first time.

“Thank you,” you whisper.

Jake kisses your temple. “No, thank you. For trusting me.”

You fall asleep in his arms, warm and safe and full in every sense of the word—with the quiet certainty that something’s changed forever… and you wouldn’t want it any other way.

[chaconnewon]

my prayers have been answered 😻😻😻😻😻 (hi im the anon who requested won typing yn up) THE WAY YOU WROTE IT WAS SO DELICIOUS HELLO?????? i really love the fact that he was so considerate and thought about your comfort as well 😭 that's exactly how i imagine boyfriend!won like he'd be so respectful and sweet even in sex

Hi lovely! I'm so glad that you liked it, truly. <3 Feel free to request anytime you want. Also I'm glad we have the same vision about Jungwon in sex, hehehe.

Have a good day. ❥

[chaconnewon]

idk if you write this stuff but... 😭 wonnie tying you up cause it "maximizes" the senses when in reality it's just his kink

𝗁𝖾𝗅𝗅𝗈 𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗍𝗍𝗒 𝖺𝗇𝗈𝗇! 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗇𝗄𝗌 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗋𝖾𝗊𝗎𝖾𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀. 𝗂 𝗁𝗈𝗉𝖾 𝗂𝗍 𝖿𝗂𝗅𝗅𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖾𝗑𝗉𝖾𝖼𝗍𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗂𝗍 𝖺𝗌𝗐𝖾𝗅𝗅. ♡

double knot ─── y.jw

contains: unprotected sex(don't do it), cumming inside, praising, slight overstimulation, rope kink. wc: 1k(1296).

‘’Since when are you reading those types of articles?’’ You arched an eyebrow.

His expression softened, just a bit. But his eyes were still sparkling with anticipation. Jungwon's hands were fidgeting a bit, like waiting for your green light to proceed. You were speechless at first, how did your boyfriend end up asking you that? Not like you weren’t interested in trying and exploring new things but something in his eyes… He was so enthusiastic about it.

‘’It's true baby! Being tied during sex is expands your senses and makes it a better experience for you.’’

‘’And what about you?’’ You came back, arms crossed above your chest.

‘’M–Me what?’’ His voice shuddered a bit. 

Jungwon knew you weren't dumb, and always had a purpose behind his actions or words. Sure, ropes, restrictions… were fun and exciting for sex, maximizing your other senses. Feeling his touch more noticeable, being able to smell his body scent but you were just curious. Why now? Why all of a sudden?

‘’J–Just let me try, okay? I will enjoy it anyway.’’ 

You pretended to think about it for a second. Since he was so eager to tie your arms and legs, and you didn’t mind it at all… you could surely give it a try.

When you nodded, something in the air and his gaze shifted. He started to kiss you slowly, like he was releasing his pent-up emotions since he asked for that. He wanted to take it slow, not rushing things so both of you could enjoy the moment. While his lips were moving against yours, his skillful hands found your pants, hooking his finger in the hem of them and sliding it unhurriedly through your legs. 

His palms caressed your thighs, deliberate, tempting. Soon they ascended through your stomach, your muscles tensing under his touch. In one swift movement Jungwon discharged your top too, leaving you just in your underwear.

‘’If it hurts, if it’s too much, please tell me, okay? I will stop immediately.’’

You nodded, melting inside because of his concern.

While you sat pretty in his bed, he shifted to his night stand to take out the ropes. Your curious gaze lingered on them. They were red, thick. And something twisted inside your stomach. Excitement? Nervousness? Fear? You couldn’t tell, but soon his words appeared in your mind, relaxing your body a bit. Jungwon came back, settling beside you.

‘’Put your arms together.’’ His voice was… rasp, almost breathy. Like the idea of you being tied up was too much for him. You pressed your arms together in front of you, elbow to elbow, wrist to wrist. Gently but firm Jungwon started to pass the rope around your arms, firmly.

Your eyes looked at him: on his face was a soft blush spreading slowly, and his breathing was a bit ragged. He tried to stay calm but the heart spreading through his body was making it difficult. You looked so pretty tied with that red, tick rope. He finished with a few knots, making sure the rope wasn’t going to fade. 

Despite your hand being free the restriction was notorious, only able to pull your arms a bit up and down, but that was all. You couldn’t reach him nor touch him. 

Jungwon gently pushed you until you were lying on your back. It would be a lie if he say he didn’t wanted to toss you around, put your body on your knees and fuck the shit out of you. But he had to contain himself since it was the first time for both of you. He didn't want to scare you and even though it was his biggest kink, he thought about you too, your comfortness and wellness. 

‘’Spread these pretty legs for me, would you?’’ he asked, almost a whisper.

You complain with no problem, spreading your legs widely for him to look directly at your clothed core. There was a damp patch on the center of your panties, exposing how you silently were enjoying it. 

‘’Oh? Someone is already enjoying it too much.’’ He teased.

You tossed your head  to one side, ashamed. Jungwon chucked, shaking his head.

‘’I’m gonna take these off, alright?’’ With your approval, he slides your panties through your legs and drops them to the floor, letting them be forgotten.

His mouth drops open. The sight in front of him was magic–like. You spread, bare pussy exposed for him to use, arms restricted with the red ropes, and that pretty blush covering your face. Fuck, that was must be a dream. A big good dream. Your chest rose and fell with anticipation, your eyes following every move he made.

‘’Shit, you look so pretty like this.’’ He muttered, his fingerpad slightly brushing your glistened pussy lips. You jolted, arching your back a bit off the bed. And tried to grab something, him or the sheets –but you just couldn’t. Jungwon noticed it and made him harder.

He got rid of his own boxers, kneeling between your legs. His tip gently pressed your entrance. Slowly he started pushing it inside, inch by inch, feeling how your gummy walls were stretched for him, warm and wet. You bite back a moan the moment he bottomed you out.

The scene was too much for him to handle, shutting his eyes to not cum undone inside you.

‘’Sh–Shit, you feel so good.’’

His hips rolled into your, unhurried but deep, trying to reach spots inside you he never hit before. And fuck, how good did that feel. You didn’t know what to do with your useless arms, which rested on top of your chest. Jungwon leaned over you, one hand pressing the mattress beside your head and the other gripping the knots on the rope, tightly, like he was calming him down. He started to pick up his pace, wet skin slapping against yours. The room was filled with lewd sounds, and heat.

The moment his tip started to reach that sweet spot inside you, which had you moaning his name like prayer, you walls started to clamp his cock.

‘’God, look at you. How good are you taking it.’’ He said with a hoarse voice. ‘’So pretty… unable to move at all, huh?’’ Jungwon slammed hard, making you arch your back.

Soft whines left his lips while his dick was hitting all those spots of you, and your walls clamping him hard was driving him crazy. He felt every texture inside you.

‘’J–Jungwon…’’ You gasped, moving your hands.

He took them, pressing it against you. He was lost in pleasure.

‘’Feeling close, aren’t you?’’ You nodded eagerly. Even though you tried to suppress some moans it was nearly impossible. He was making you feel so good, so full.

‘’Let go, sweetheart. I got you.’’ He encouraged you.

And that was all it took. Your limbs tensed, feeling your orgasm building up fast and snapping inside you. Your eyes rolled back your head as the pleasure was feeling unbearable. Jungwon continued fucking his dick into you, so close to his release and helping you though yours.

‘’Baby…’’ He panted. ‘’Can– Can I finish inside?’’

You nodded, a bit dizzy and sensitive due the overstimulation. Jungwon gripped hard the ropes, busting inside you. High–pitched moans left his throat as his cock emptied itself inside, coating your walls with his sticky cum.

Both of you panted, trying to catch your breaths again. 

He took his time untying your arms free, kissing every red mark the rope caused. And then he gave you the weakest, gentle smile ever. You heart melted. He pushed out slowly, gasping when you felt empty and some of his release dripped into the bedsheets.

‘’You did so good, hun. Let’s get ourselves clean, okay?’’

You nodded, smiling fondly.

[chaconnewon]

i am open to take short request since im back !!!

[chaconnewon]

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[chaconnewon]

DRUNK IN YOU - Yang Jungwon

Warnings: Fluff, Suggestive (idk what to add more)

Plot : Idol au, drunk Jungwon, non idol y/n

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The glow from your desk lamp cast a warm hue over your apartment as you glanced at the clock for what felt like the hundredth time.

11:58 PM.

Almost midnight.

You sat cross-legged on the couch, wrapped in a blanket, half-watching the rom-com playing on the TV and half-glued to your phone, waiting for a message. You knew he’d be late. He always was when it came to dinners with the members. But tonight felt different—there was an anticipation building in your chest you couldn’t explain. Maybe it was because it was your three-month anniversary, or maybe because of how he said, \*"I'll definitely come over tonight. No matter what."

And when Jungwon made a promise, he always kept it.

Your phone buzzed.

Jungwon: "Outside."

You shot up faster than you'd like to admit, nearly tripping over the blanket tangled around your legs. You ran to the door and took a deep breath before opening it.

And there he was.

Jungwon stood in the hallway of your apartment building, one hand casually tucked into the pocket of his grey sweatpants, the other holding a bottle of strawberry milk. His black fitted tee clung to him just right, showing off the definition in his arms and the slope of his collarbone. His hair was slightly tousled—clearly from running his fingers through it—and his eyes had this glazed, sleepy look that made your stomach twist in the most dangerous way.

"Hi," he said with a slow, lazy smile that was nothing like the shy grins he usually gave you.

"You’re drunk," you whispered, the scent of soju hitting your nose the moment he stepped closer.

"Maybe a little," he admitted, setting the bottle of milk on the small table beside the door as he slipped his shoes off. "But I promised I’d come."

You could only nod, stepping back to let him in. He walked in like he belonged here—because he did. For the past month, this place had become his safe space. Your couch, his napping zone. Your kitchen, where he'd steal sips of your coffee. Your bedroom, where he'd shyly ask to cuddle with you under the pretense of a movie night.

But tonight, something about him was different.

He flopped onto your couch, stretching his legs out and patting the space beside him. “Come here.”

You hesitated. There was something about his tone that made your heart skip a beat. It wasn’t the usual soft-spoken Jungwon. There was a deeper edge, a layer of confidence—and maybe mischief.

You sat down carefully, leaving a small space between the two of you.

He looked at it and chuckled. “Why are you so far away?”

Before you could answer, he reached over and tugged you into his lap.

“Jungwon!” you squeaked, hands landing on his chest as you tried to find your balance.

He laughed, his arms circling around your waist as he nuzzled his face into the crook of your neck. “Missed you,” he mumbled, his breath warm against your skin.

You swallowed, trying to ignore the way your body heated up at the feeling of him so close. “You’re drunk,” you whispered again, more to remind yourself than him.

“And I’m still your boyfriend,” he said, lifting his head to look at you. “So let me hold you.”

There was no arguing with that.

You relaxed into his hold, your fingers instinctively playing with the hem of his sleeve. He felt so warm, so solid beneath you. It was overwhelming in the best way.

“You’re always so soft,” he murmured, one hand tracing the outline of your waist, the other brushing your hair behind your ear. “Do you know how hard it is not to kiss you all the time?”

You blinked. Your eyes met his, and for a second, the room felt too small, too quiet.

“Then… why don’t you?” you whispered.

And that was all it took.

He leaned in slowly, eyes flickering to your lips before they closed. His lips brushed against yours—tentative, testing—before he kissed you fully. It was slow, unhurried, but deep. His lips moved with a sort of practiced desperation, like he’d been holding back for far too long.

Your fingers tightened around his shirt as you kissed him back, your heart pounding so loudly you could hear it in your ears.

When he pulled back, his lips were slightly swollen, and his eyes were darker than before.

“That…” he whispered, brushing your bottom lip with his thumb, “...wasn’t enough.”

He leaned in again, this time with more pressure, more hunger. The second kiss was nothing like the first. It was messier, deeper, your mouths parting as your breaths mingled. His hands moved to your thighs, fingers pressing gently into the flesh there as he held you tighter in his lap.

You moaned softly into his mouth, the sound slipping out before you could stop it.

He groaned in response, pulling back just slightly. “You’re driving me crazy, baby.”

“Jungwon…”

“Tell me to stop,” he said, forehead resting against yours. “Please. If this is too much…”

You shook your head. “Don’t stop.”

That was all he needed.

He kissed you again, his hand trailing up your back, tangling into your hair as he tilted your head to deepen the kiss. Your hands roamed—his chest, his shoulders, anything you could touch to ground yourself in the moment.

It was addictive. His taste, his scent, the way he sighed into your mouth when your teeth grazed his bottom lip.

Minutes—or hours, you couldn’t tell—passed with you tangled in each other’s arms, breathless and flushed.

At some point, you found yourself lying back on the couch, Jungwon hovering over you, lips trailing from your jaw to your ear, whispering things that made your face heat up.

“You’re so beautiful,” he murmured. “So perfect. I’ve wanted you like this for so long.”

His hands never wandered too far. Never crossed the line. But the way he kissed you, the way his lips lingered on your collarbone, the way he whispered your name like a prayer—it was overwhelming.

You clutched his shirt, pulling him closer, needing more, and yet...

“Jungwon,” you breathed, your voice shaky. “We should stop.”

He froze, his lips just inches from your neck.

Then he nodded, slowly, resting his forehead against your shoulder.

“Okay,” he whispered, voice hoarse. “Okay.”

You both lay there for a while, tangled in each other, catching your breath.

“I didn’t mean to go that far,” he said quietly. “I just… I missed you. I wanted to be close.”

You smiled, fingers tracing the curve of his cheek. “You were perfect.”

He blushed, burying his face in your neck again. “Don’t say things like that. I might kiss you again.”

You laughed softly. “Then maybe I’ll say it more often.”

He groaned. “You’re gonna be the death of me.”

That night, you fell asleep in each other’s arms, your heart beating in rhythm with his, the room still humming with the heat of everything you almost did.

And maybe, just maybe, you liked this side of Jungwon a little too much.

Sunlight streamed through the pale cream curtains of your apartment, falling gently over tangled blankets and the soft rhythm of breathing. The golden light crept over Jungwon’s bare arms, his hair messy against the pillow, his shirt slightly wrinkled, and his lips parted in peaceful slumber.

But peace didn’t last long.

With a groan, Jungwon stirred, blinking blearily at the ceiling before rolling onto his side.

Then it hit him.

Last night.

The kisses. The heat. The way his hands had wandered too far too fast. The way you trembled beneath his touch. And the moment you whispered "We should stop".

His stomach twisted as guilt slowly seeped in.

Damn it.

He sat up slightly, resting his elbows on his knees and burying his face in his hands. What if I made her uncomfortable? What if I scared her off? He wanted to kick himself. He never lost control like that. Especially not with you.

Carefully, he turned his head.

And there you were.

Lying on your side, arms tucked under your pillow, face tilted slightly toward him. Your lips were parted just the tiniest bit, and your hair was a sweet mess around your cheeks. You looked peaceful. Serene. And so heartbreakingly beautiful.

A soft smile tugged at his lips despite the pit of regret in his stomach. He watched you sleep for a while, slowly lying back down beside you. His hand reached out, brushing your hair away from your forehead before placing a soft kiss there.

I'm sorry, he whispered silently. For being too much.

You were humming in the kitchen an hour later, stirring the batter for pancakes and pouring coffee into a pair of mismatched mugs. Jungwon had woken up a few minutes after you, groggy and quiet. He mumbled something about needing a moment and disappeared into the bathroom to brush his teeth.

You tried not to think about last night. But your cheeks heated anyway. The kisses. His voice in your ear. His hands holding you close like you were the only thing keeping him from falling apart.

You didn’t regret it. Not for a second.

Suddenly, a pair of arms wrapped around your waist from behind, startling you.

“Jungwon—!”

“I’m sorry.” His voice was soft against your ear, low and remorseful. “About last night. I got carried away. I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable.”

Your hands paused mid-air, the ladle hovering over the pan.

“I wasn’t uncomfortable,” you said quietly.

He rested his chin on your shoulder. “Then why’d you tell me to stop?”

You turned your head slightly to meet his eyes. “Because it was getting too much. Too fast. Not because I didn’t want it. Just… not yet.”

His expression softened with relief. He turned your face fully toward him and pressed a gentle kiss to your cheek. “Thank you for telling me. I’ll always wait for you, okay?”

You smiled, poking his cheek. “Now sit down before you distract me so much I burn the pancakes.”

He laughed, letting go of your waist but not before sneaking a quick kiss to your temple. “Yes, chef.”

Breakfast was cozy—your knees brushing under the table, shared bites, and sleepy giggles. Jungwon practically inhaled your pancakes, saying it tasted like love, and you threw a napkin at him while trying to hide your flushed face.

Once the dishes were cleared, you handed him a towel and a change of clothes. “Go take a shower. You still smell like soju.”

He dramatically clutched his chest. “You wound me.”

“Shower,” you said, laughing. “Now.”

As soon as he disappeared into the bathroom, you plopped down on the couch with your phone, intending to scroll through your usual morning updates. But a headline caught your eye on a x post.

There he was.

Your thumb hovered over the screen.

The photo showed Jungwon stepping out of the restaurant, his hair messier than usual.

You gasped—and then immediately blushed.

Because that image sparked memories of what followed. The lazy smile he wore at your doorstep. The bold way he pulled you into his lap. The kisses. The heat.

You were so lost in the memory you didn’t notice the bathroom door open.

Jungwon, dressed in a clean white tee and grey joggers, towel-drying his hair, stepped out and paused when he saw your face.

“You okay?” he asked, walking over.

You quickly locked your phone. “Y-yeah!”

He raised an eyebrow, then sat beside you. “You’re blushing.”

“No, I’m not.”

“You are,” he said smugly, leaning closer. “What were you looking at?”

“Nothing.”

He grinned and snatched your phone.

“Jungwon!” you yelped, trying to grab it back.

Too late. He unlocked the screen and saw the tab still open on the photo of him.

His eyes widened. “Wow… this is the worst picture of me ever.”

You were mortified. “Give it back!”

He laughed. “So that’s why you were blushing, huh? Thinking about drunk me kissing you like a man starved?”

You smacked his arm. “Shut up!”

He leaned in, whispering against your ear, “Wanna re-enact it?”

You practically shoved him off the couch, face flaming.

The rest of the afternoon was pure chaos.

He wouldn’t stop teasing you.

When you tried to fold laundry, he wrapped a towel around his head and dramatically said, “Are you thinking about my sinful aura again?”

When you tried to sweep the floor, he slid beside you in socks and whispered, “I should kiss you again, right here, next to the dust bunnies.”

When you were making tea, he came up behind you, pressed his lips to your neck, and murmured, “Remember when I said you drive me crazy?”

You dropped the spoon.

“Oops,” he said innocently.

“You’re a menace.”

“But I’m your menace.”

Despite your threats, you couldn’t stop smiling. The warmth in your chest bloomed with every laugh, every touch, every teasing glance. Jungwon was soft and bold all at once—your sweet boyfriend with a playful edge, and you loved every second of it.

Later, the two of you sat curled on the couch again, legs tangled, a blanket over your laps. He rested his head on your shoulder, fingers lazily tracing circles on your arm.

“You’re quiet,” you murmured.

“Just thinking.”

“About?”

He looked up at you. “How lucky I am to have you.”

You blinked. “That’s sudden.”

“I mean it.” He shifted so he was facing you fully. “You let me in. You accept all my versions—shy, awkward, tipsy, clingy, bold. I don’t think I ever felt this… safe. With anyone.”

You reached out, brushing his hair from his forehead. “You’re my safe space, too.”

He leaned in slowly, kissing you—soft, slow, deep. The kind of kiss that wasn’t about heat, but about something else. Something tender. Lasting.

When he pulled away, he smiled. “Next time, I won’t be drunk.”

You raised an eyebrow. “Next time?”

He winked. “Just a kiss. Nothing more… unless you want more.”

You blushed again.

“See?” he teased. “Still thinking about it.”

And just like that, the afternoon faded into laughter and gentle chaos, hearts full, and the space between you filled with the kind of love that was playful, patient, and deep.

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[chaconnewon]

i am open to take short request since im back !!!

[chaconnewon]

심재윤 ───〃 UNRAVEL ME

"jake’s eyes blink open, making eye contact with you through the mirror before his eyes find himself, taking the sight in. his hair tousled, face painted a lovely shade of pink, glistening from the sweat, and his cock that was leaking all over your hand and onto the bedsheets. he almost can’t believe his eyes, can’t believe that he can look so pornographic."

── synopsis: your puppy boyfriend just wants you touch him, is that too much to ask?

⋆˚꩜｡ pairing: sub!jake x dom!reader ⋆˚꩜｡ genre & word count: smut || 2.3k ⋆˚꩜｡ tags: porn without plot (i’ll write plot one day), light choking, handjobs, teasing, marking, there’s a mirror, multiple orgasms, praise, begging, light nipple play, puppy!jake ˚꩜｡ notes: first enha fic and yes, it is of my bias. hopefully everyone enjoys reading as much as i enjoyed writing (˶˃ ᗜ ˂˶)

“shit…” jake breaths, his head tilting back to rest against your shoulder.

you had him sat on the bed, legs spread, with his t-shirt hanging loosely around his sweaty neck. you watch as a tiny bead rolls down it, almost tempted to lick it up.

“mmph, p-please.” jake gasps, jerking his hips up into nothing. you’re positioned behind him, also on your knees, massaging every part of his body you could reach.

jake being pretty much sensitive everywhere is an advantage to you, a single caress from you could have him melting and pleading in seconds. you weren’t even anywhere close to touching his cock, touching anywhere but, yet there’s already a pool of precum on the sheets below him.

“please, what?” you whisper into his ear, gently biting on it. jake’s breath hitches at hearing your voice, so seductive and close to him, almost tickling him. his hands are fisted into the sheets, arms feeling like jelly and hardly holding him up.

“more, please touch me more,” he begs, looking up at you with his beautiful eyes. “i’ll do anything if you just give me more.”

you oblige, only to an extent, a sucker for when he looks at you like that. you slowly run your fingertips over his shoulders and down his arms. moving across his chest and briefly brushing past a nipple, jake arching into the touch with a tingle down his spine.

you attach your lips to his sensitive neck, lightly sucking on the skin so it leaves behind a hickey. jake starts panting out breaths, his eyes squeezing shut as he squirms in his spot, his cock bobbing uncontrollably. his moans are almost nonstop, raising in pitch the longer you suck.

“fuck me.” he huffs, becoming impatient with your teasing. he drops his head and reaches a hand down to between his legs, wanting relief from his aching hard-on.

you watch him and right before he could wrap his fingers around himself, you gently tug on the shirt around his neck. jake’s hand pauses in mid air and he gasps at the slight, sudden pressure on his throat.

you pull his head back, his brown eyes wide and blinking up at you, an apology already on the tip of his tongue. you speak before he can get his words out,

“did you ask if you could touch yourself?” you question, letting go of the shirt and opting to brush the wet strands of his hair sticking to his forehead. jake sighs at the touch, shaking his head no and resting his hand on his thigh.

“‘m sorry, i wasn’t thinking. i just want to feel good…” he whispers.

“needy puppy just couldn’t help himself, hm?” you tease instead. jake rapidly nods his head with a moan at being called his favorite pet-name. it draws your attention to his lips, wet from all the licking and damn near drooling he’s been doing and you can’t help but want to kiss them.

“mhm, just a dumb puppy when you touch me.” he agrees. you hum in agreement, guiding his head further back, his back curving to follow your movement. you lean down and press a quick kiss to his lips, jake eagerly chasing after you with a whine when you pull away. with a smirk, you kiss him again deeper this time, forcing his mouth open with your tongue.

he leans into the kiss, moaning into your mouth the angle making it slightly messy and wet. only parting ways to allow yourself to remove jake’s shirt fully, now bothersome to you as you want to reveal more of him. his whines from having your lips on his anymore quickly turn into whimpers as you latch yourself there, leaving more reddish-purple marks along the freshly exposed skin.

no matter how much the pleasure got though, jake refused to even attempt to touch himself again. instead he’d just buck into the air with a sweet cry, or the occasional shout when you bit just a little harder than he’s used to.

“please… can you please touch me there now?” jake whispers once he can’t stand it anymore, his cock red and hot from being denied for so long. the puddle larger than when you started from where he still leaks.

“touch you where love?” you ask just to wind him up more, peaking over his shoulder and watching as another bead of precum rolls down the tip when you softly pinch his nipple between your fingers.

“please, you know where. just touch me.” he frustratedly whines, thrusting his cock up into nothing, his way of saying what he wants. you smile and wrap an arm around his waist and run your fingers down it, softly grazing your fingernails up and down them. you feel as he tenses and shake every time you get closer to his cock and his breathing deepens, watching as your hands tease him.

“you mean here?” you ask, catching him off guard by suddenly grabbing his cock. using your thumb to rub over the wet and sensitive frenulum, causing jake’s breath to hitch and uncontrollably thrust his hips into the touch.

“yes, f-fuck yes!” jake practically cries. you laugh and stroke once just to watch jake’s face turn into one of pure bliss at finally getting what he wants, his brows furrowing before dropping his head from the intensity, loud moans pouring out.

you slowly stroke him, smoothly gliding over his cock with the copious amounts of precum that drip down it. you are sure to rub the sensitive tip with each stroke down, jake shuddering every time to your amusement. each stroke leaving behind obscene wet sounds that fill the room along with jakes’ filthy noises.

“is this what you wanted, hm? what you were begging me for?” you purr, already knowing the answer but just want to watch jake struggle to find his words. purposely stroking faster each time jake tries to speak, choking on his words.

“god yes, feels s-so good..” he manages to moan out, voice cracking towards the end of his sentence. you can only smirk at the broken reply, basking in the way that his body reacts to every little thing you do to him, the control you have over him.

his head cocks back towards you, landing on your shoulder once again on a particularly rough stroke, his eyes pressed shut in absolute bliss. “feels so good, please don’t stop..” he mindlessly chants, almost faint if he wasn’t right by your ear.

you look up and do a double-take at the mirror you recently bought, sitting in front of the bed. you look back at jake with an idea. gently, you take jake’s chin into your unoccupied hand and drop his head towards said mirror. the image is lewd, way his face looks, the way his lips are parted spilling out all kinds of sounds just for you. the sight leaves a throbbing feeling down below.

“look at yourself love. i’ve hardly done anything to you, yet you’re so ruined.” you murmur, watching him through the mirror.

jake’s eyes blink open, making eye contact with you through the mirror before his eyes find himself, taking the sight in. his hair tousled, face painted a lovely shade of pink, glistening from the sweat, and his cock that was leaking all over your hand and onto the bedsheets. he almost can’t believe his eyes, can’t believe that he can look so disheveled.

“’s too embarrassing…” he whines, shutting his eyes and shoving his face into the crook of your neck and hiding from himself. he can’t get the image of how he looked out of his head though, cock twitching in slight interest.

however, as soon as his eyes close, you stop touching him. he immediately whines against your skin, moving his hips in attempt to feel good again. to his dismay, you use your other hand to hold his hip in place in which jake huffs, “why’d you stop, please keep going.”

“i said look at yourself.” was your only reply, stern enough that it was all that needed to be said. jake whimpers before turning back towards the mirror, his breathing comes quick as looks at himself again.

“you’re so pretty jake… so good for me,” you whisper in his ear while making eye contact with him through the mirror. he shivers and his cock pulses at the praise. slowly, you wrap a hand around him and start stroking him again, keeping a teasing pace that you know will drive him mad. “don’t you agree, aren’t you pretty?” you question.

there was no fight when he nodded in agreement, “yes, so pretty for you,” he whines and his eyes start to flutter shut as the pleasure starts to build again from the compliment. you squeeze his cock in disapproval, earning a choked breath from jake.

“ah ah, keep those pretty eyes open for me,” you purr. his eyes fly open, immediately locking eyes with you in the reflection. “unless you want me to stop?” you finish quirking a brow, pausing your hand where it rests on the base of his cock and squeezing it.

“no, no please keep going. i won’t close my eyes, promise.” he pleads, eyes watery and hips trying to chase the pleasure he was feeling. you hum and hold him to his word and also keeping your word and stopping if his eyes start to flutter.

“good boy, you’re doing great.” you praise, bringing your other hand up from his waist, up his stomach, to his chest where you fondle his perked nipples.

jake loudly gasp, the touch bringing him to the edge and he immediately starts sighing out a string of apologies. you didn’t understand what for until you feel his body tense up and warmth as he cums all over your hand.

“’m sorry, ‘m s-sorry, i didn’t mean to cum…” he babbles after he starts to come down, his head to fuzzy after such a strong orgasm. you examine his face in the mirror where you find his eyes closed, lashes wet from the tears that lined them.

“cumming without permission and closing your eyes…” you tsk. jake jumps coming, his head clearing enough for him to realize his eyes were in fact closed and opening them to the displeased look on your face. before he can begin apologizing clearly, you stroke his sensitive cock with no remorse. jake yelps, twisting his body in an attempt an escape the intense overstimulation.

“wait- p-please ‘m sorry… please.” he chokes out between moans, moans that settle between pain and pleasure and he’s not sure which to fall into. the sensitivity is almost too much, fresh tears spring to his eyes and falling against his flush cheeks.

“you just couldn’t help yourself? is that what you’re going to say?” you mock, bringing both hands onto him and ruthlessly bringing him towards another orgasm. as much as jake wanted his body to run away it, he was chasing it, wanting to keep feeling good. so good.

“i- i couldn’t. it felt too good, you’re too good…” he cries. the pain turning to desire as he starts to move his hips. desperately, he fucks into your hands and you don’t even have move them, using your fists to his hearts content.

“’s too much, too much … fuck.” he whimpers aimlessly, words slurring together. he’s so far gone in arousal, he doesn’t even realize he’s the one moving, movements getting sloppier as he gets closer to cumming. his eyes glued shut and his fingers digging into the flesh of his thigh, lips slick with saliva and red as he keeps biting down on them.

you can’t help but to take it all in, how good he looks completely ruined from your hands. how noisy he gets whenever he feels too good. you shift into a more comfortable position as your shorts have gotten progressively wetter as you watch jake wreck himself.

“i-i think ‘m gonna cum..” jake pants, looking at you for approval. he just looks so pretty, a complete mess from a little handjob that you can’t bring yourself to deny him. he’s trembling, using everything he has to hold back his orgasm until you give him permission, how cute.

“cum for me,” you whisper. jake preens and whispers small thank you’s, driving his cock into your grip. his breathing is almost erratic as his orgasm builds to the peak. drawling out praises in his ear, leading him on.

“fuck, i’m gonna - i’m cummi-” he announces, before hiccuping on his words. his whole body quivering as he cums for the second time, more intense than the first. he thrusts his hips roughly into your hands, spraying hot cum everywhere. endless moans streaming out as he rides out his orgasm.

he eventually comes back down, hissing when he pulls his cock from your fists, his breathing slow but heavy and his hands finally releases his clutch on his thigh. he left behind little fingernail imprints from how hard he held on. he swallows, mouth dry from the nonstop noises and opens his eyes to look at you with a dopey smile on his face.

“i don’t know how you always manage to fuck me up like that…” he says with so much admiration in his puppy eyes.

you laugh, pressing a kiss to his sweaty temple. jake contentedly hums, pressing his weight against your chest, getting comfortable and you know that you’re going to be here a while.

©lucidwntrr est. 2025

[chaconnewon]

nerd!won surprising u by actually being good in bed despite what the others say (him being bitchless i mean) *but still clumsy and cute 😩* PLEASE

a/n: TOOK ME A FUCKING WHILE TO WROTE THIS. I am so, so sorry. Is not even that good. I had to change it so many time that I dont really know if it's what you wanted or... anyways I hope you like it(if you see it ;_;) Thank you so much for the request. <3

surface ─── y.jw

contains: nerd!jungwon x fem!reader, masturbation(f. recieving), unpreotected sex(gyus no), mentions of a party, alcohol(both conscious), jungwon looks like a tease but it's a softie, mention of aftercare. wc: 2k(2.261) a/n pt2: this is proofread but once again english is not my frist languague so it may contains mistakes. hope you enjoy it !!!

‘’Why you care about body count so much?’’

You didn’t mean to overhear that conversation but those students were too close to you, and they weren’t speaking quietly. You took some books off your shelf locker, maybe a little slower to continue being nosey.

‘’ What if I'm sleeping with someone who has zero experience?’’

‘’ Everyone has been inexperienced at least once. Not a big deal, you’re having sex for fun not to impress someone.’’

That was right. No one should be ashamed for being a virgin, or lacking in experience. From the past years people made sex look like some kind of competition. Setting your status based on how many people you slept with. Nothing to flex about, neither if you have sex or not, both valid. 

‘’ I know for sure some of your classmates have lost their virginity…’’

‘’ Jesus, why are we talking about that? ‘’

‘’ What do you mean ‘we’? She seems to have been ovulating for the past two months! My girl, if you wanna get laid so bad, go ask Jay for one night. I'm pretty sure he won’t deny.’’

‘’Not my type.’’

The girls laughed, and so did you. Quietly, of course. 

‘’My type is more like… Jaeyoon? Or maybe Jungwon!’’

You knew both of them. Well, actually you knew Jake for always saying dumb shit at the worst moment possible. He kinda makes you laugh, and was a good classmate. And Jungwon… 

Jungwon was the type of guy who’s smart as fuck. Like, had a response to everything. He knew about so many things you couldn’t remember. Doesn’t talk too often but always has the first place in the ranking grades. No one could beat him even if they tried. A lot of people envied him for that, even making bad comments about him but Jungwon didn’t seem to care. For you, it was just admiration. A person so sweet, caring and smart. You couldn’t find bad traits about him and you didn’t want to.

It’s been four days since that conversation lingered in your mind and you couldn't help but wonder what was your ideal type. Never thought about that before and you felt curious. Not that you have an extensive list of crushes throughout your life but still.

Of course you liked some people, but none of them had a unique trait to make you think ‘’that is maybe some kind of my type’’ like glasses, or people taller than you. Honestly, you didn’t care as long as they were nice to you and the others.

Cuz we don’t beg or idealise the bare minimum. 

As soon as you stepped outside the school building, you stretched your body, hearing some of your bones crack. It was Friday, finally. And you couldn’t wait to arrive home and do nothing for the rest of the weekend. But again, you overheard another conversation.

‘’It is true that this boy next class is arranging a party?’’

‘’I think so, shall we go?’’

A party… When was the last time you went to a party? You thought about it, until said party day came. You stood in front of the door, hearing the music through the walls, blasting. Was that a good idea? You were 100% sure you wanted to spend the night in someone’s house full of people you didn't know?

When you stepped inside, the warmth of people's bodies slapped you, making you gasp for air. Did they really enjoy being so crowded, almost sweating, rubbing against other people? You didn't like the idea, and walked through dancing bodies until you reached the kitchen, apparently the only place in the house that seemed to be… spacious. 

You got yourself a cup of whatever they were handing, sipping thirsty and almost immediately regretting it. 

‘’Shit, did these people even pour some soda or something?’’ you muttered, eyebrows furrowing as you checked the plastic cup. 

By the corner of your eye, you caught some silhouette gripping the kitchen counter. He seemed like the alcohol was doing something to him, and he tried to act cool but didn’t work. Concerned, you held him by his arm, and soon found out who he was.

‘’Jungwon?’’

‘’Did you know those fuckers are serving just alcohol? No mixed, no shit. Straight pure alcohol like it’s gonna be banned.’’ he said, shaking his head with disapproval. ‘’Fuck, it’s burning my throat. And the people here aren’t making it easy.’’

You chuckled, softly. You haven’t heard Jungwon curse like that, like he was truly disgusted. 

You looked around, searching for a crowdless place to bring him. But everywhere was full of students: furniture, the couch, even the corners… Everything was filled with drunk, noisy people. And when you were that irritable, the least you wanted was some drunkass bothering you.

‘’Come here, let’s go.’’

You took him by his wrist, leading the way across the people. You didn’t even know whose house it was, but your steps guided you to the close bedroom, opening the door and entering, pulling Jungwon inside too. You placed him on the edge of the bed, and you took a seat on some chair in front of him.

Jungwon had his cheeks blushed due to the alcohol but still was very conscious of his actions and thoughts. His lips were parted slightly, breathing through them. And then was when you realised that Jungwon never had a dating rumor. You found him so pretty you reached that conclusion. You haven’t seen him with a girl, or talking about girls. Was he single? Or was he in a private relationship with someone? You heard other students making fun of him because apparently he had no one.

But what was the reality?

When you came back down from your daydreaming, you found his feline eyes looking directly at you, his head tilted to one side trying to read your mind.

‘’You good?’’ you asked, acting as natural as you could.

‘’Uh-hum’’ he hummed. ‘’And you? You seem far away from here.’’

You looked at him again, feeling how the blush was creeping in your face. And he smirked. He fucking smirked, like he noticed you red-ish shade lighting up you face. Like he knew what was inside your head.

Jungwon leaned in to grab the armchair, and pulled it closer to him, placing you and the chair between his legs. Suddenly something shifted in the air. Having him so close made your pulse rate high. 

‘’Is there any hidden intention why you brought me here?’’ 

You swallow hard, shaking your head. ‘’I–I saw you struggling, and thought to… I don’t know, you maybe feel better with no one around.’’

He faked a thoughtful expression. His hand travelled from the armchair to your chin, raising your head for you to look fully at him. There was something dark in his eyes, something you couldn’t quite tell. And honestly, it was hard to tell if you liked it or not.

Before you could react, his lips were pressing against yours. Slow movements started an addicting dance between both lips. His hand cupped your face, tilting it to one side to fit the kiss even better. You kissed him back without thinking twice, with hunger. 

With ease he lifted you and laid you down on the bed, positioning him between your legs. His lips descended from your mouth to your neck, marking and sucking it at the right places, like he knew your body better than you did. You squirmed beneath him, soft whines leaving your lips. You heard him curse underneath his breath, teeth sinking your soft neck skin to suppress his gasps.

He looked at you again, desire mixed with some kind of adoration reflecting his eyes. His hand roamed your body, memorizing every inch of it. You could keep still, arching your body against his soft touch. Jungwon’s fingerpads reached your clothed nipples, brushing it slowly until they were hard, perky.

‘’You liked that?’’ he smiled, pitching you perky bud and got a moan for answer, content.

‘’F–Feels good.’’

‘’Does it? Should I continue?’’

‘’Please.’’

Jungwon didn't hang you waiting, raising you top clothes and exposing your breasts, covered by the thin layer of your bra. Gently hands were kneading your soft flesh, feeling every inch of your breasts. You back arched again to keep feeling the warmth of his hands, which traveled down until reaching your pants. You nodded at him as giving permission to go further, and he unbuttoned your pants, sliding them through your legs and tossing them aside.

He gripped your knees, spreading them to settle between them again. His fingers traced soft lines inside your thigh until they reached your clothes core, cupping it above the fabric. You gasped, breath hitching as he started to give pressure into your clit –or at least where he thought it was.

You shifted slightly, moving your hips to align his fingerpads and your clit. He was fast to catch up on what was going on.

‘’Not reaching?’’

‘’You’re a bit to the side…’’ you giggled softly, earning a soft chuckle from him for the first time that night.

He was a bit ashamed. It was his first time doing something like that, a fact that you would believe if he said it out loud. When he had enough of teasing you, his free hand moved to slide your panties to one side, taking a look at your wet pussy. He tried again, pressing two fingers in your clit and moving them in slow circles. He watches carefully your expressions, how you face contorned in pleasure even if he was moving them at slow pace.

He left you clit to spread your lips and coated his fingers in your arousal, the same ones brushing your entrance but not putting it in. Jungwon saw your legs tremble, trying to trap his hand between them and had to grab one of your legs to keep them open.

‘’Tell me if you want to stop because I don’t think I have enough energy myself. Please Y/N…’’

‘’N–No, don’t stop.’’

He smiled, and got rid of his own pants and underwear. You looked down, curious, and saw his hard dick standing. Maybe it was the prettiest dick you have ever seen–not that you saw many but still. He took himself from the base and pushed the tip a bit, coating it with your juices.

‘’You sure?’’

‘’Yes, I’m sure.’’

You looked at him for the last time. He trapped his bottom lip between his teeth, brows furrowing slightly. His cheeks were even red-ish that before, and you couldn’t help but to think that he was looking so cute right now. Despite being seconds away to fuck you, but he was still cute. He held one of your hands, interlacing his fingers at the same time he pushed his length inside you.

Inch by inch he bottomed you out, making sure there was no pain during it. But the second he noticed your scrunched expression, he stopped.

‘’Are you alright?’’

You nodded but Jungwon didn’t feel like it. His mind was racing, thinking of something to ease the pain you were not talking about. Then an idea snapped his mind. Jungwon took a pillow and placed it under your lower back, making your body a bit arched. 

‘’O–Oh, feels better like this.’’ You told him, squeezing his hand.

He took it as a sign to continue. Slowly, he pulled back a bit and again pushed his entire dick inside you, leaving you gasping for air. Jungwon continued to move with no rush, letting your insides adjust to his length. His free hand caressed your sides, then your stomach until they were back at your hips. Grabbing them, he started to pick up his pace, your moans slowly driving him insane.

You found out that, same as you, he was a vocal person. Especially when your walls clapped him so tight it was hard to move inside.

‘’Shit– You feel so good.’’ he panted, leaning closer to your body. His hot breath reached your neck, giving you goosebumps. 

Soon his dick was reaching spots you would have never known it would feel so good, making you squirm under his body. Your moans became a bit pitch-highed and more continuous, a clear sign you were close to snap. And that was the last straw from Jungwon, pushing harder into you, his tip constantly rubbing that sweet spot inside you.

You could tell he was close too by the way his thrusts were sloppier, his dick twitching inside you.

‘’F–Fuck, I’m so close–’’

‘’Me too, please. Don’t slow down.’’

He growled, hooking one of your legs from behind and lifting it a bit, reaching even further.

‘’Fuck! Just like that!’’

‘’ Haah… Y/N, wh–where do you want it?’’

You mumbled something about outside but not clarifying where. He waited until you reached your peak, clamping hard his dick with your gummy walls as the orgasm washed you all over. It felt good, so good he almost forgot to pull out. He was lost in the way his name fell off your lips in such an erotic way.

As you were coming back from your high, Jungwon suddenly pulled out, just in time to spurt thick ropes of cum from his throbbing cock. They landed in your pussy, mixed with your own release. 

You two tried to catch your breath, feeling how his seed was dripping from your cunt into the sheets beneath you. 

‘’You good?’’ he asked, stroking gently your face. You nodded. ‘’Good, let me clean you, okay?

[chaconnewon]

심 재윤 ! ; you would do anything to see your bestfriend happy.

warnings: sub!jake x switch f!reader, begging, masturbation (m.), slight of praise kink, cum tasting, reader talks a lot, both of them are whipped, whiny jake, mdni ! ——

wc: 2k(2.227)

a/n: i came back from the death— proofread but since english is not my first language there could be mistakes !!! please, let me know and enjoy it(im thinking about a part two¿?)

you and jake have been friends for a while now. and if you were 100% sure about one thing about him was that he was shy around girls.

you could tell by how his hands trembled a little when female students approached him with any lame excuse to talk to him. his cheeks and ears were always red, almost burning. his puppy-like eyes were always searching for you like calling for help. and you found it cute, how can you not? jake wasn’t interested in them by any chance. sure he would talk to them and be polite because his mama raised a good boy but nothing further than a casual conversation.

it was late in the afternoon when jake dropped by your house, a handbag full of your favourite snacks. you two found a comfy spot in your bed as both of you took turns to update your day. he was first. you always wanted to hear him talk first. the way jake was expressive while talking about his interests made you feel kinda attracted. like a feeling you couldn’t quite tell. it didn’t mind you since it was pretty obvious jake was a good looking man with unique charisma. maybe way too much. you thought being kind of attracted to your best friend was the most normal thing on earth.

or you simply didn’t want to dig in too deep.

“. . . i’m telling you, they won't leave me alone.”

“what can I say? you’re very popular among the other students.”

jake furrowed his brows before answering.

“i only talk to you and the rest of the boys. every single day i find myself meeting people i’ve never seen in my life!”

“that’s how making friends works!” you replied, your voice laced with humor. “ what if you find the love of your life? you’re gonna miss it because of… shyness?”

“you’re right but—“

“also, there are sooo many pretty girls to kiss, no attachment, just enjoying the moment.”

the last sentence left him thinking. all these girls were interested in kissing him? like a whole make out and all? but most importantly, was he looking out for it? sometimes all that attention on jake made him uncomfortable, just wishing to avoid interactions with strangers just to get to you or his friends. jake never thought about kissing anyone. 

at least not anyone that he didn’t know. 

“but, uh… you kiss people for fun?”

“i think that's a part of kissing someone… you find someone you’re attracted to, or just someone who's pretty. what would you do then?”

“but isn’t it strange?”

you went silent for a couple minutes. his eyes seemed to shake with subtle agitation. his questions were avoiding answering you but you weren’t dumb, and soon you knew something what’s up. 

before answering, you took time to meet his gaze. the way he was chewing his lip, fingers fidgeting with each other in some attempt to calm his nervousness. it wasn’t working though. 

“jake… if you ever kissed someone, you would know how that’s not strange.” silence. his eyes dropped to his lap, evading your curious yet surprised look. “I'm assuming by your lack of response that, in fact, you haven't kissed anyone yet.”

“please don’t laugh at me.”

“why would i? it’s not a bad thing. you just didn't find that someone and that's alright. people have different concepts about the first kiss and—“

“i found her but i’m afraid because i dont know if i can do it right or not.” also she talks so fucking much he would’ve added. 

“but it’s something normal, natural. you just aren't born knowing everything in life. you have to learn, to understand.”

jake parted his lips to say something but not a single noise went through his mouth. you were right and that made him feel at ease. but still his heart pounded fiercely inside his chest by simply thinking about kissing. 

but not anyone. 

kissing you.

the red-ish shade painting his cheeks was still there, and your gaze was still analyzing every movement or reaction by him. you’ve kissed people, sometimes for fun, sometimes blinded by desire but this time… the urge to smash your lips against your best friend's one was bigger. like something you couldn’t control. 

“maybe… maybe we can try— if you want, of course. starting with some pecks, slow. there’s no rush.”

jake’s mouth hung open a little, processing what you just told him. you wanted to? you wanted to kiss him? his eyes were more than sparkling, trying to contain his hype, his need to scream because fuck, he couldn’t even imagine you would offer something like that to him. 

“y–yeah, i mean. we can try.”

you giggled a little. jake used to be confident and funny around you but now was shuddering. like his confidence vanished the moment you suggested kissing each other would be a good idea. 

“relax, okay? we are gonna start with something simple. you can always tell me to stop and I will, no questions. alright?”

he nodded, impossible for him to say anything out loud. 

“i need you to speak, jake. say it with your words, it’s okay.”

your hand flew to his knee, caressing it slowly with your thumb. 

“all right, it’s okay with me.”

you smiled at him, squeezing his leg a little. 

next thing you did was to place the snacks aside, and crawl to be close to him. your knees were barely brushing his as you repositioned yourself closer. jake accommodated himself too, straightening his back and waiting for you to do something. you smiled, softly. you could read his mind at this point. jake was unsure what to do so he was waiting for you to take the lead.

after all, you were the one with way more experience than him.

your body leaned closer to him, your hands against the mattress to hold your weight as you finally pressed your lips against his.

the kiss stayed like that for a few seconds. no movements, no tongue, no nothing. just a gentle pressing against his plump, soft lips. jake’s heart beat faster, pounding hard into his ribcage and suddenly he felt so stupid for being this nervous by a simple peck. but in reality the kiss wasn’t the reason to be that nervous–it was you. the fact that he was kissing you was making his whole body tremble with anticipation.

after a few seconds you pulled back.

‘’was it okay?’’ you asked in a whisper, and you watched him nod.

before you can suggest anything more, his lips crashed onto your one again. started like before, a gentle press between both lips but he felt courage building inside him and took a step forward. his lips, unsure, started to move against yours. despite the intention his moves were clumsy but you found it adorable. you didn’t try to set a pace, you just matched his, making him familiar with that new emotion. 

within minutes he seemed to understand what the whole kissing thing was about. his lips captured yours, pulling them slightly and then taking them again. slowly the tension between both of you started to feel heavy, and your hands found a place cupping his head, your left hand sinking in his fluffy hair, caressing it.

you moved away from the kiss to catch her breath, looking at his state. reddish lips a bit swollen, a darker shade of red more prominent on his cheeks. the image in front of you was impossible to not look at. now again you leaned close and attached your lips into his neck, kissing it with open-mouth kisses that left some trail of your own saliva, sucking gently whenever you had a chance.

jake’s hands gripped the sheets beneath him. all the new emotions he was feeling were starting to be too hard to handle, soft gasps leaving his lips. you took it as a green light, not stopping your commitment which was making him feel good. just where his pulse was beating rapidly, you sinked your teeth.

‘’y-y/n wait. . .’’

you stopped, you face contoured in concern. maybe you were pushing too hard for a first time. last thing you wanted was to make him uncomfortable. 

jake struggled a bit seeking for words and you patiently waited, taking a peek of how rosy his cheeks were, or how shaky his hands were as well. you felt like he was avoiding your gaze  and in fact, he was. you looked down, searching for something that told you what was crossing his mind.

until you noticed it.

a big, notorious bulge under his pants.

none of you said anything. it was normal, a natural reaction from the human body. if he was enjoying it that much, it made sense he was that hard. and to be honest, seeing how he grew an erection from a kiss, a simple kiss and a few touches on his neck, made you wet.

‘’jake.’’

he shook his head, embarrassed. you took his chin, tilting his head back a bit to make him look at you. jake chewed his lower lip nervously. what would you think about him? getting so hard for a kiss, almost so close to come… was embarrassing for him.

‘’i’m sorry i–’’

‘’hey, it’s okay, yeah? it’s a common reaction. do you want to stop?’’

he shook his head again, earning a smirk from you.

‘’does it hurt, mh? your crotch looks so tight…’’

jake swallowed hard at your words, eyes widening slightly but nodded anyway. fuck yeah it hurted, a lot. his hard dick was pressed against the uncomfortable clothes and them started to feel a bit damp. he needed a bit of relief. 

your free hand traveled across his chest, fingers ghosting over. you could feel his muscles tensing. taking your time, your hand landed on top of his clothed boner, massaging it slowly. quickly jake shut his eyes down, his breath trembling. despites him being silent, he thrusts against your hand, asking wordlessly for more friction.

you unbuttoned his pants, taking him over his underwear. jake whimpered, eyes locked on your face now. his face was red, hot. along with his neck. you started to pump him slowly, with deliberate strokes, and it didn’t take long before soft moans escaped his lips. breathy. you continued until you felt him hard enough to free his dick from the remaining clothes. his cock twitched slightly by the sudden air hitting it directly, earning a soft hiss from him. jakes length was standing proud, a bit curved at the and his tip wet with some pre-cum. the view was amazing, and his shy attitude made it ten times better.

‘’show me how you make yourself good.’’ you whispered.

he hesitated for a moment, processing your words. you wanted him to jerk off in front of you? that scenario felt like a dream. even though his shaky hand reached his base, your tender yet firm demeanour made him feel, somehow, bold. jake started to slide his hand along his length, slow at first, feeling every mover, every squeeze. took a few minutes for him to gain a bit of confidence and start to pump faster, using his pre release as lube. 

you watched him with hunger in your eyes, eyes glued at his hand. the heat between your legs was uncomfortable, your sticky panties pressed against your core. but tonight was for him, only for him. for his pleasure and adventure to explore what made him feel good. what he liked or not. and with that thought in mind, you placed your hand above his, setting a faster pace.

at that point, jake was a whiny mess. his chest raising and falling heavily, trying to stead his breathing but unable to. his lips puffy, red and wet by all the biting and licking he submitted them to. 

‘’y/n shit– feels so good…’’

‘’does it?’’ he nodded, eagerly. ‘’look at you, all you body trembling, all your cheeks rosy… you look like a goddamn painting.’’

your words made him moan, arching his back. so, he was into a little praise? you wanted to test a bit further.

‘’did you like that? you like how pretty i tell you you look right now? how good are you taking our hands?’’ he whined, his legs starting to tremble anytime you opened your pretty yet filthy mouth.

‘’are you close?’’

‘’y–yes! so close…. keep going please—’’

he let go his hand, giving you full permission to masturbate him. and you did, fast and heavy. the wet noises filling the silent room. he gripped his sheets again and arched his back to you, feeling so, so close to cum.

‘’fuckfuckfuck– i’m cumming… please, can I?’’

as soon as you nodded, giving the permission he needed, warm sticky ropes of cum spurt off him, landing into your hand and his clothes. his body was shivering, moan after moan slipping through his lips until he couldn't anymore. 

you lowered yourself as soon as he rode his orgasm, his soft dick sticky in your hand and you took your tongue off to lick a stripe of it, tasting him. he hissed, wide eyes looking at you.

‘’couldn't help it, jake.’’ you smiled, patting his hair with your free hand as his breath came to normality again. ‘’but we are not done yet.’’

[chaconnewon]

𝙨𝙩𝙤𝙧𝙢𝙮 𝙣𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩 .・。.・゜✭・.

summary: What was supposed to be a quick supply run turns into an unexpected night alone when a sudden storm leaves you and Jake stranded at a roadside lodge. With only one bed and nowhere else to go, tension builds fast, and years of longing boil over into something neither of you can hold back anymore. <3

pairing: Bestfriend!Jake x Fem!Reader

wc: 2.6k

genre: Mutual pining, Best friends to lovers(?), Smut!

warnings: Explicit sexual content, Oral sex (m!giving), Unprotected sex(cumming in), dirty talk (I think thats all of it if not lmkk)

a/n: Hi guys its me again! uhh i never actually planned on writing smut but here i am...lol?? This is lowkey the first time ive ever wrote something like this so please bare with me muah ♡.

(MINORS DNI)

The storm came faster than either of you expected.

It was supposed to be a quick run, twenty minutes, maybe thirty down the mountain road to the gas station that doubled as a convenience store. Chips, candy, a couple bottles of soda, maybe some cheap beer if the clerk wasnt too nosy about IDs. The others were back at the cabin setting up for movie night, clueless that you were about to be swallowed whole by a sudden mountain squall.

The first drops hit the windshield like warning shots. Then the sky split open. Rain pounded the glass in blinding sheets, turning the road into a slick blur. Pine trees on either side warped into shadows behind the gray curtain. Headlights barely cut through the fog. The wipers were going full speed, but it was like trying to see through a waterfall.

“Shit” Jake muttered, leaning forward over the steering wheel. “I cant see fuck all”

You were gripping the passenger door, knuckles white. “Slow down.”

“I am slowed down.”

But it didnt feel like it. The tires hydroplaned once, maybe twice, your stomach twisting both times. Then the road dipped, and a stream no, a river of water surged across it.

“Okay. Thats it.”

Jake turned the wheel hard, and the car veered onto a gravel turnout. Through the sheets of rain, a neon sign blinked weakly: Mountain Pines Lodge. He rolled into the lot, tires crunching over soaked gravel, and pulled up beneath the overhang like the car itself needed shelter.

By the time you both bolted out, the storm had already soaked you to the skin.

Quickly running to the lodge without a word.

You slammed the lodge door behind you, chest heaving, your clothes clinging cold and wet. “Holy fucking shit. That came out of nowhere.”

Jake stood beside you, dripping onto the polished wood floor. He ran a hand through his soaked hair, water flicking from the ends. “Yeah. Roads flooding. No way we are getting back tonight.”

The two of you stood there, catching your breath, rain pelting the windows behind you like thrown gravel. The lobby was quiet, dimly lit by a few amber sconces. It smelled of wood, old books, and wet stone, like time had slowed down in here.

A bell sat on the reception desk. Jake stepped forward and tapped it.

Ding.

A moment later, an older man emerged from the back. Gray hair, maroon sweater, face like carved oak. He glanced out the window, then back at the two of you.

“Theres only one room left, is that alright with you kids?” he said, placing a key on the counter. “Queen sized bed.”

Jake looked at you. You looked at Jake.

Neither of you said a word.

You just took the key.

The room was unexpectedly warm, wrapping you in a gentle heat that contrasted with the cold storm raging outside. A soft, golden light filled the space, casting shadows that danced lazily across the honey colored wooden walls. The fireplace in the corner flickered with a quiet, steady crackle, its flames low but alive, filling the air with the scent of burning fire wood. On a nearby chair, a couple of thick blankets were folded neatly, waiting to be used.

"I cant believe we are stuck here" You said, examining the room.

He followed close behind you, "Yeah guess we are foced to share a bed"

"Do you have a problem" You said grunting, as you set down your soaked bag.

Jake took a few seconds to reply, as if he thought about the way he would word his next sentence, "No, not really i dont mind."

He walked past you, shoulders brushing.

He plopped down on the bed, "Jake, bro get off the bed your clothes are soaked as fuck."

"Hm okay imma go for a shower then.."

You took your turn in the bathroom, the mirror fogged over from the hot shower. The towel was soft as you dried off, and you slipped into a spare hoodie you carried in your bag, and a pair of well worn shorts that felt almost too comfortable. You paused to shake the moisture from your hair before opening the door and stepping back into the room.

Jake was already out, sitting casually on the edge of the bed again. He wore a dry t-shirt and gray sweatpants, his damp hair curling slightly at the ends. The light from his phone cast a faint blue glow on his face, complimenting his features as he scrolled through it, brows slightly furrowed.

You crossed your arms and rubbed them absently. "Anything from the others? Any updates?"

He looked up, eyes meeting yours. "Yeah," he said simply. "Everyones stuck. Roads are blocked. No ones getting through tonight."

A quiet settled over you both.

"So" you said softly, voice barely above the crackle of the fire, "just us then."

Those two words seemed to hang between you, heavy and charged. Just us.

The wind howled outside, rattling the windows. Rain drops rolling down the window. The fire popped again, a tiny explosion of embers. Everything else was still.

Jakes expression softened. He tilted his head, his voice lower now. "Kinda cozy, though, isnt it?"

You gave a small laugh, a breathy sound. "Its not bad."

His eyes didnt leave yours. "I dont mind being stuck here. With you."

He tried to say it lightly, but the intensity in his gaze betrayed him. His voice might have been casual, but his eyes were serious, focused.

Your heartbeat stuttered. You swallowed hard. "Youve been staring."

You said without hesitation, regretting it the second it left your mouth.

He didnt even try to deny it. "Yeah. Ive been doing that a lot lately."

The moment stretched, unspoken questions brimming just beneath the surface.

You took a breath. "Then why havent you done anything about it?"

Your heart pounding hard.

His posture shifted, the air between you charged with something electric. He leaned forward just slightly, elbows resting on his knees, his eyes locked onto yours. "Because once I start.. I dont think Ill want to stop."

His hand moved up, slow and deliberate. His fingertips brushed your cheek, then trailed along your jaw, down the line of your neck. The pad of his thumb paused at your lower lip, tracing it gently. Your breath caught.

"Tell me to stop," he said, his voice rough with restraint, close enough now that you could feel the warmth of him, smell the faint scent of his shampoo.

But you didnt say anything.

Instead, you closed the distance.

You leaned in, and kissed him.

You kissed your best friend.

It started slow, cautious, almost hesitant. Jake looked at you like he needed to be sure. Like he couldnt believe you were real, and if he moved too fast, you might vanish. But once your lips met, everything shifted. The tension that had been simmering for weeks finally snapped. His mouth crashed into yours with a hunger that had been building too long. He kissed you like he was starving. Like you were the only thing he needed.

Your fingers gripped his shirt, twisting in the fabric as he pulled you into his lap. His hands gripped your waist, firm and possessive, dragging you flush against him. You could feel how hard he was through his sweats, pressing into the heat between your thighs, already throbbing, needing him. Every movement made you more aware of how badly you wanted him, how wet you already were.

He pinned you on the bed,

Jakes shirt hit the floor in seconds. Then your hoodie. His hands were everywhere, up your sides, across your back, cupping your breasts, thumbs brushing and squeezing your nipples until they ached. His mouth followed, hot and hungry, kissing down your throat, your collarbone, until he sucked one nipple into his mouth and bit gently, just enough to make you gasp. You arched into him, moaning as he flicked his tongue over the sensitive peak, then moved to the other.

"Jake! Fuck-"

He looked up at you, eyes dark, voice rough. “Can I taste you?”

You nodded, unable to form words.

He moved lower, kneeling between your thighs. His hands slid under your hips, lifting you just enough to peel your panties down slowly. He dragged them over your legs, kissing the inside of your thighs, biting down gently, eyes never leaving yours. The way he looked at you, it made your pulse race. Like he was worshiping you. Like he wanted to devour you.

Then he lowered his mouth to your dripping cunt, and everything else disappeared.

His tongue stroked through your folds with maddening precision, slow at first, teasing, tasting. Then he found your clit and zeroed in. He circled it with the tip of his tongue, then flattened it and sucked, and your hips bucked against his mouth. He groaned, the sound vibrating against your skin.

“Fuck, you taste so good” he murmured, then went back in, licking, sucking, flicking. You were panting, moaning, hands tangled in his hair, grinding against his face because you couldnt help it.

Then his fingers slid inside you, two of them, deep and curling just right. Your back arched off the bed as he worked them in and out, hitting the perfect spot over and over. He sucked your clit harder, faster, your body trembling beneath him.

“Just like that” he growled into you. “Come for me, baby. Let me feel it.”

You did - hard. Your thighs clamped around his head, your vision went white, and your whole body shook with the force of it. You came with a cry, breathless and wrecked.

But Jake didnt stop.

He licked you through it, fingers still working you as you clenched around him. When your body finally eased, he kissed his way back up, his mouth slick with you, eyes wild.

“Im not done” he whispered. “Not even close.”

Then he reached down, and pulled his cock free: thick, hard, leaking at the tip. He stroked it once, watching you, then lined himself up between your legs.

“Tell me you want it.” he asked, voice low, trembling with restraint.

You reached for him, pulled him closer. “Jake, I need you. Now.”

And he slid in, slow at first, inch by inch, stretching you, filling you until he bottomed out. He paused there, forehead pressed to yours, breathing hard. “You feel so fucking good” he said.

Then he started to move, deep, steady thrusts that made you cry out, made the bed shake. You wrapped your legs around him, nails digging into his back, meeting every thrust with desperation. He kissed you hard, fucking you harder, driving into you like he couldnt get enough.

Your back arches off the bed, spine bowing as pleasure crashes through you. A choked sob rips from your throat, ragged and desperate, as your pussy clenches down on him. Youre gripping him like a vice, like your bodys trying to keep him there, bury him deep and never let him go. Every twitch of your cunt sucks him in deeper, fluttering around his cock like its starving.

And it is. You are.

Every inch of him fills you, stretches you. He hits spots that make your eyes roll back, that make your toes curl, that make your mind blank out in flashes of white hot pleasure. Your thighs are shaking. Youre soaked, slick, swollen, wide open, stuffed full of him.

Jake pulls out halfway, slow, deliberate, and then slams back in, making you see stars.

You cry out, high and sharp, hands clawing at the sheets. He doesnt stop. Hes fucking you now, really fucking you. No teasing. No mercy. Just raw, relentless rhythm. Skin on skin, loud and wet and unforgiving. His cock drives into you again and again, slick with your arousal, gliding through every squeeze, every spasm, forcing you to take it. To feel it.

You feel it everywhere. In your spine. In your ribs. In your throat. In your brain, where it scrapes everything else away until you're nothing but sensation, sound and heat and the stretch of him inside you.

“Fuck, baby” Jake groans, his voice gravel. “Youre taking me so good. So fuckin tight around me.”

He grabs your hip, fingers digging into your flesh, holding you in place as he pounds into you. The headboard is knocking the wall. The bed creaks beneath you. Your breath comes in ragged moans and broken whimpers. He watches your face the whole time, the way your lips fall open, the way your eyes flutter, how wrecked you look just from him.

You reach for him blindly, needing something to hold onto. Your fingers find his back, shoulders, hair, whatever you can grab dragging him down until his forehead presses to yours.

“Im yours” you whisper, voice hoarse, wrecked.

He groans like the words punched him in the gut. His thrusts get harder, deeper. Like hes trying to prove it. Like hes marking you from the inside out.

“Say it again” he growls.

“Yours” you gasp. “Im yours, Jake.”

His mouth crashes into yours, desperate and messy, and you take all of him his tongue, his breath, his body slamming into yours like hes trying to fuse you together.

Your orgasm builds again, hot and tight and impossible to stop. Its rising in your gut, sharp and furious, wrapping around your spine like a live wire.

Jake feels it. He knows. “Come for me again” he pants. “Let me feel you come on my cock.”

Your body obeys before your mind catches up, blinding pleasure tearing through you as you come around him. Your cry is loud, broken, helpless. Your walls clamp down, milking him, pulling him deeper, dragging him over the edge. So good.

And then hes coming too, with a groan ripped straight from his chest. You feel it, the hot pulse of him spilling deep inside, his hips jerking as he rides it out, still buried in you.

The room is nothing but heavy breathing and the sound of hearts trying to calm the hell down.

He doesnt pull out. Doesnt let go.

He just holds you there, full, ruined, and his.

Neither of you speaks. Not yet. Words would only bruise the quiet.

Jake lifts his head slowly. His eyes are wild and soft all at once, like hes seeing you clearly for the first time and cant believe youre real. His thumb brushes the sweat, damp hair from your cheek. Then he leans in and kisses you slow this time. Gentle. Reverent. Like hes trying to say everything hes too wrecked to speak aloud.

“I meant it” you whisper against his lips.

His brow furrows slightly, like he doesnt trust his own ears. “Meant what?”

“That Im yours.”

Something shifts in his face. A crack. A flood. He kisses you again, deeper this time, like hes sealing it.

He pulls out carefully, and you gasp, not from pain, but from the sudden emptiness. He watches your face as he does, thumb tracing circles on your thigh, grounding you through the sensitivity. His cum leaks out of you, sticky and warm against your inner thighs. He watches that too, eyes dark with something thats not just lust anymore. Possession. Pride. Something tender and dangerous all at once.

Jake gets up without a word, grabs a clean towel from the dresser, and kneels between your legs like he did earlier, only now, the heats softer. He cleans you up slowly, almost reverently, taking care with every swipe. Like youre something precious.

“You okay?” he asks, voice hoarse.

You nod, reaching for him. “Get back here.”

He grins, tired, satisfied and climbs into bed beside you, pulling the covers up over both of you. You curl into him, your leg slung over his hip, your head tucked under his chin. His arms wrap around you instantly, like muscle memory. Like theyve always known how to hold you.

“Im not letting you go” he murmurs into your hair.

“You better fucking not.”

He chuckles, low and warm. You feel it more than hear it, rumbling through your chest like a promise.

And for the first time in forever, you dont just feel good. You feel kept.

[chaconnewon]

drable ——— jungwon (suggestive)

the tension was heavy. i mean, heavy like you almost could feel its weight on your shoulders. there’s no way no one else couldn’t feel it. looking around you, seems to pass unnoticed.

but those feline eyes were glued to you; your actions, responses and the way you covered you shy smile behind your hand.

you stood up for a second, leaving the living room and walking towards the kitchen for some water. you should be at your own home, getting the sleep that you deserved after a devastating and exhausting week. but here you were, surrounded by a bunch of guys who invited you to a small party.

well, wasn’t a party at all. just . . . an intimate meeting? a close circle hang out? you weren’t sure.

when you came back, you noticed that jake took your seat, leaving you no where to sit. he smiled at you with innocence, tapping his finger tips into his lap. ‘fuck this jake sim’ you thought to yourself, not mad at all but subtly annoyed because now you had to take a spot on the floor. not the best idea, not even the comfiest but you had no options left.

you were about to sit your ass down when a cold, slender fingers wrapped around your wrist. side-eyeing to your left, jungwon was holding you. waiting for you to look at him before speaking.

‘sit’ and with his free hand, he palmed his lap twice.

you shook your head. you didn’t think about it, no need to. wouldn’t that make things uncomfortable? he could give you his seat. instead he wanted you to sit in his lap. in front of his six friend. the atmosphere was heavy enough, why would he put some more weight?

‘y/n, i said sit.’ jungwon pulled your arm slightly. a shiver ran through your spine, messing with you breath.

finally you took his offer and took a seat in his lap, feeling more cozy than you thought. no one seemed freaked out and that helped you to enjoy happily the conversation. of course he kept his hands off of your body, being used as a furniture. he didn’t want to touch you without your permission but you wanted to, at least, feel his hand on you waist. holding tight.

and soon, that’s what exactly happened.

‘stop moving’ you hear in your back. his voice calm but somehow intimidating. you didn’t mind since you thought you weren’t moving at all. but jungwon didn’t think so.

‘im not moving.’

‘yes, you are. and it’s kind of uncomfortable.’

you took a few seconds to answer.

‘why?’

he sighed behind you, his soft breath against your neck made you squimmer on top on him. and his hand sank into your waist.

‘because you’re getting me a boner.’

you widened your eyes at his confession, heat climbing to light your cheeks. you faced his friends, one by one. they looked to focused in their own bussines to know what was going on. it would be a lie if you say that his words didn’t turned on something in your stomach.

once again you were moving against him, lifting your ass subtly to top jungwon’s croth and start to rub it. you felt his body tense under yours, his breath losing his habitual rhythm. he tighten his grip on your waist, and you could feel his nails digging on your skin. a sensation of pain mixed up with . . .

‘p-please. . . ah.’

he let out a moan, and you quicked panicked at the idea of being caught but no one seemed to care. they were not paying attention to jungwon’s suspicious behaviour. or why you were squimmering so much.

to tell the truth, you liked the idea of his erection pressing your butt. knowing that the reason behind it was. . . you. just you.

and it didn’t stopped you.

‘please y/n, not h-here.’ jungwon sounded way too adorable. where was the demanding guy who almost obligated you to sit on his lap? you felt his forehead pressing your back, the way he was holding his shaky breath only increased your will to pleasure him.

eventhough the wanrings he sent you, you seemed to had so much fun. so when the living room was half empy, he aproached you and whispered to you ear:

‘wait untill we’re alone and you’re fucked up, pretty.’

[chaconnewon]

could u write about jake eating the reader out?

hello anon! thanks for your request and being the first <3 i hope you like it and it fills your expectatives.

skilled ─── s.jy

pairing: friend!jake x fem!reader wc: 1.1k tags: oral(female reciving), friends to ???, slightly hair pulling, mention of reader daydreaming, insinuation of a second round, lmk if i missed something !!

There was one thing you knew for sure: Jake was pretty good at everything. Even if it was his first time trying, he would accomplish the task successfully. He seemed to have the luck by his side, always impressing those who surrounded him. 

You were sceptical at first when he invited you to his place to show how good he can play piano. You’ve never seen him play piano or any other instrument. Even though the countless times you’ve been at his house, you didn’t see any of them. Was he trying to impress you? You above all the girls that were drooling behind him? 

But he was fucking right.

He played the piano in a way your stomach could flip. It didn’t feel like he just quickly learned the basics, he sounded smooth, confident while pressing the keys. Like he has been taking lessons since always.

Of course you couldn’t keep your mind quiet, and soon found yourself wondering if Jake was skilled at bed too. You felt ashamed to think like that about your friend but you couldn’t help it, how tempting those lips looked, or how pretty his slender, veiny fingers were while doing barely anything. You thought quietly, like somehow he could read your mind, if his finger could feel good inside you. 

‘’y/n, are you listening to me?’’

‘’Uhm… yeah!’’

Not at all. You were lost at the sight of his computer screen, a video game lobby showing up. You bet he was ranting about other players but your mind replayed his finger tensing on the keyboard, smashing them slightly whenever he died or his teammates made something useless.

Jake saw you peeking his hands very often. 

When he sighed, leaning back on his chair you sat up on his bed, fingers playing with nervousness on your lap.

‘’I’ve been thinking… Are you that good at everything?’’

‘’Are we having this conversation again, y/n?’’ he chuckles, shaking his head.

‘’No, no! I mean everything.’’ you emphasise that last word, softly raising your eyebrows as if doing that could give a hint of what was crossing your mind.

And honestly, you couldn’t tell if he was being clueless or just messing with you. Jake was a keen person, and both of you knew that.

‘’I told you, I am.’’

‘’Like… at everything?’’

‘’Wanna find out?’’

You suddenly felt breathless. Sharp gaze of his locked on your eyes. Was he messing around? Didn’t look like it as he left his comfy position of his chair to get closer to you. Still in your spot at his bed, you looked up to meet his gaze once again, but something was different. Jake’s eyes darkened a bit as he knelt in front of you.

‘’Jake…?’’ you softly called him, tilting your head.

‘’You know… I’m not just good with my brain, or hands. Let me show you, and I’m sure you won't ask again.’’

Like if you were under some kind of spell you nodded, gaining a smirk from him. His hands flew quickly at your waistband, asking without a word with your permission. You gave it to him, and soon found himself unbuttoning your pants and sliding them through your legs, leaving them forgotten somewhere on the floor.

Jake took you by your thighs and pulled them closer to him, blushing your cheeks hot red. He helped you spread your legs, both of your ankles pinned down the mattress. Your hands held your weight, expectant for his next move.

Jake’s lips pressed softly on your inner thighs, leaving a trail of kisses before reaching your underwear. He repeated the same action on your left leg, his hands never leaving your things. Until now.

One of his fingers hooked the hem of your panties, slid it to the side, and took a look at your wet cunt. How embarrassing. You were wet just for a few kisses there and here. But in reality you knew that wetness came from before, while you daydream about his fingers minutes ago. Your chest felt heavy as you tried to control your breath, hands gripping slightly on his bed sheets. His free hand went directly to recollect some of your arousal and spread it on your folds, rubbing slowly your clit.

You held back a moan, biting your bottom lip. Jake led his coated fingers inside his mouth and hummed at your sweet taste.

‘’God, I bet it tastes better directly from your pussy.’’

Your legs felt like jelly at his words, and you found yourself throwing back your head as soon as his wet and warm tongue started to make wonders between your folds. He hummed, sending vibrations to your core that made you arch your back.

As you gripped tightly his bed sheets, Jake didn’t stop working on your wet core, rubbing with the tip of his tongue your clit, sending jolts through your whole body.

He was pretty good at it, switching between your swollen clit and your entrance, tempting to pull his tongue further. Your free hand grabbed his nape hair, his name leaving your lips as your eyes were shut. 

‘’Fuck, f–feels so good Jake.’’ You could almost feel his grin appearing on his lips. He knew right. ‘’Please don’t s–stop.’’

He didn’t tho.

Jake held you close, pinning one of your legs down for a better access, even if that meant your legs were wide open. But you couldn't care less. The feeling was worth it, almost intoxicating to the point you started to rub your core against his tongue. The moment Jake sucked you sensitive bundle, immediately tugged his hair, earring a groan from him.

Even if he was suffocating, both of his tongue and nose-tip rubbing your clit, he couldn’t stop. Your squirming body, broken moans falling from your lips kept him going, digging his nails into your flesh. 

‘’I’m so close, s–so close…!’’

‘’Cum in my mouth, pretty. Go on, let it go.’’

Took you a few licks to come on his mouth, tensing all your body as he kept doing his work, helping you to reach your highest point though your orgasm. Maybe you pulled his hair a bit harsh but, in fact, he liked it. 

Your tired body lies on his bed, legs still shaking and you breach unable to catch. You felt his hands caressing your thighs, his cheek leaning onto your inner thigh.

‘’Are you okay…?’’

‘’Jesus… It was amazing.’’

You heard Jake chuckled.

‘’Take a moment to rest and then I want you to open your mouth for me. ‘Gonna fuck that pretty mouth of yours.’’

[chaconnewon]

drabble ——— jay (smut)

a/n: hii, sorry for being inactive, i wasn't inspired enough to write something and everything I did seemed like shit-- so I had this short idea. I hope you like it. As always, english is not my first language so I'm sorry If something is wrong or doesn't makes sense at all. <3

Thinking about best friend Jay who likes way too much to make you embarrassed whenever the topic of sex comes up in a conversation because ‘’accidentally’’ he found some of your sex toys while you were in your bathroom, and he stayed in your room.

You can feel your cheeks heat up as his gaze lingered on you for a little long time. Seems like no one around you two noticed this behavior but honestly you didn’t want them to know. You didn’t need more people bringing out your little secrets.

So, how come you ended up under his body? You pants were off, and nowhere to be found. He had one hand next to your head, holding his weight. His other hand was between your bodies. Jay was holding one of your vibrators close to you, and even though the device was turned off, you could clearly feel nervousness running through your body.

‘’Can I turn this on…?’’ He asked, searching for your gaze. Or any sign of uncomfortableness. You nodded.

Before he switched on the toy, he spread your legs using his, and settled down between them. Jay pushed slowly the top of your vibrator to your clothed cunt, massaging with no rush. The feeling was nice and soon you found yourself biting your bottom lip to suppress any gasps coming from your throat. 

Jay looked half curious, half lost at his own thoughts. How could you look so pretty, all on display for him? You agreed so quickly to let him try those toys on you, affirming that they felt so good if they were used correctly. But of course he didn’t believe you. How can a toy make you cum just by itself?

So here he was, turning on the toy and pressing it directly to your clit. You gasped for air, tensing your legs a little like if you were trying to close them, but Jay didn’t let you. He smirked, slowly rubbing the top of the toy along your clothes folds and back to your clit.

‘’Does it feel good, hm?’’

You nodded eagerly, him chuckling at your response.

In fact, it felt so good. Your mind was clouded by his warm body, and how his eyes were scanning you, like if he was trying to engrave all of your reactions for himself. He turned two levels up, and you let out a surprised moan.

‘’Y–You should try it too.’’

‘’Should I?’’

He wasn’t very familiar to sex toys, or how to use them but this one, specifically, seemed to be easy. Jay approached his lower body to yours, his bulge on his pants meeting the vibrating top of the toy. His free hand clenched the sheets, panting as soon as he started to feel the pleasure running through his body.

Guided by your moans, Jay started to rock his hips into the toy, sending you another way of pleasure as the toy itself reached your firmly. Even though your eyelids started to feel heavy, you couldn’t resist to keep them open and watch your bestfriend get off with you. His clenched jaw, lips pressed to not let any pant or whimper escape from him. 

‘’F–Fuck this feels so good…’’ you heard him say, and nodded.

One of your hands traveled under your shirt, lifting it above your tits to free them and starting to knead them. You were so desperate for more friction and couldn’t wait to ask him. Couldn’t help; the way you clit was being stimulated with the moans of your best friend was too much to take. 

He saw you, eyes dark with thick desire.

‘’Shit— You do this often?’’

The way the pleasure hitted you left you speechless but allowed you to nod at his question. And he could feel himself hardener even more to the single thought of you getting off with that exact toy: legs wide open late at night, with no panties and wet. Shit, he needed to see that. He needed to be the reason for your moans.

And well, now he was kinda the reason.

‘’I–’’ you started, catching his attention. Jay wasn’t even thinking to slow down, ‘’Sometimes I got t–to come faster while I thought about y–you…’’

Your sudden confession made him groan, and felt like that was his last straw to keep it cool.

Jay tossed the toy away, gaining a surprised look from you. He hooked the hem of your pants, along with your underwear, and pulled through your legs. The did the same with his own bottoms, freeing his hard dick from the damn jeans he had on that were hurting his boner.

Again stood betweens your legs, looking down to your wet pussy, and felt the urge to sink his mouth through it and shove his tongue down your hole but that wasn’t the plan.

At least not today’s plan.

‘’You don’t know how many times I jerked to the thought of you, y/n.’’ He slid his dick between you wet, warm folds. ‘’Wishing that was your lips around my cock and not my hand.’’

He quickened his peace, not letting you the opportunity to respond at his confession. Your room was filled with hot and wet sounds, laced with the moans you two couldn't keep to yourselves. Each thrust from Jay made his dick tip brush into your swollen clitoris and had you seeing stars. 

‘’Can you go f–faster? I’m s–so close.’’

Your words were his command, and so did he. Grabbing your thigh for better stability, he used all his stamina for that last moment. His dick was glittering due to your arousal, leaving it sticky and slippery for a better access through your pussy. He looked at you, lust covering all his gaze and made eye contact with your bouncing tits.

You back arched as you felt that familiar knot tightened in your lower abdomen, and you could tell by the way Jay movements were sloppier that he was close too. A few strokes were enough for you two to reach your climax. Warm and sticky ropes of his cum layered on your stomach, some landing at your pussy as well.

His grip on your thighs started to hurt while he was emptying himself on you, but at the same time felt so good thanks to you high that you couldn’t care less.

[chaconnewon]

dazed heart — l.hs

pairing: non-idol!heeseung & fem!reader word count: 1.7k tags: friends to lovers (?), masturbation(male recieving), sub(?)heeseung, kind of whipped reader, teasing if you squint, little nipple play, MDNI lmk if i missed something uwu. a/n: it's my first time writing something sort of excplicit, so i aplogise if it is something wrong. don't be afraid to tell me, constructive criticism are welcome !!!

The rain poured endlessly as you watched it fall through the window. Not like you didn’t like rainy days, in fact you loved them but today's plan was going out with your best friend, a little attempt to clear both of your minds, spend time together since your jobs kept you both bussy. But just a few minutes after your arrival at his house, it started raining.

Sure you could do something indoors, but your heart felt suffocated by his presence at his own home, cold weather making it more difficult for you to stay focused.

You have been friends with Heeseung a while ago, a friend from a friend. You were pathetically quick at catching feelings and decided to keep them to yourself. Heeseung was quite flirty with everyone, even you, and you couldn’t help but imagine how sweet his love must feel. Not thinking about anyone else, no other girls around him, just you and him, together. Sharing feelings and soft cuddles.

Sitting at his gaming chair you rubbed your palms above your thighs, chasing some warmth. You regretted putting those shorts on, searching out for a blanket.

‘’Need anything, pretty?’’

Not those pet names again… You looked at him. He was laying on his bed, scrolling through his social media. Heeseung was wearing some pants on top of his knees with a white t-shirt perfectly buttoned. The way his free hand was placed behind his head, gazing you over the screen made you somewhat flutter.

‘’I’m just feeling a little bit cold, but it’s fine.’’

Heeseung put his phone down, looking at you with furrowed brows.

‘’No, it isn’t. Do you need a blanket? Hoodie? Some sweatpants?’’

‘’I’m okay! Really. Don’t worry.’’

‘’Come here.’’

He patted an empty spot near him on his bed. You hesitated for a while. Was it okay to cuddle with friends? Was it okay to cuddle with someone you had strong feelings for? You didn’t want to ruin anything because of your awkwardness or how you could feel after that. The idea of being wrapped around his arms was so tempting, feeling his warm embrace your body, so close to him.

You let out a small sigh, standing from the chair and walking towards the edge of his bed. Heeseung gave you some space as he watched you with a soft smile spreading through his lips. How could you say no to him? He looked so cute when things turned out his way.

Cautiously you made yourself some space, and soon one of his arms was embroiled to your waist, slightly pulling you closer. ‘It’s just to warm up, Jesus’ you thought to yourself, trying to calm your pounding heart. You just hoped he didn’t notice.

Resting your head on his shoulder, you closed your eyes, enjoying the moment. God knew when you could be like this with him again, so you better take that opportunity. Even though you closed your eyes you felt his eyes glued on you.

You tried to act cool, ignoring the glance that made you shiver, but was useless.

‘’Is everything alright?’’

Heeseung took his time to respond.

‘’I just thought you looked very pretty.’’ 

JesusfuckingChrist.

You felt like you stopped breathing, sudden cold sweat running down your back. Was he flirting? Not that you cared but it was a moment sort of… intimate. 

‘’Must be the outfit i choose.’’ He chuckled, shaking his head.

‘’No — I mean always.’’

This time you couldn’t keep yourself together. With some hidden courage you looked up, searching for his gaze but Heeseung was looking at you previously. Your heart skipped a beat when you noticed. 

You parted your lips as an intent to say something but nothing came to your mind. It was blank. Was even worse when you caught his eyes analysing your facial expression, your eyes one by one, reaching your lips and back again to your eyes. 

This flirty motherfucker. 

“Heeseung—“

“Can I kiss you?”

You didn’t think twice, taking his offer like your life depended on it. You nodded but before he could make any move, you readjusted your position for a better and comfortable access. 

Taking your time, you slowly made disappear any space between your lips, pressing on them. 

It lasted about a few seconds before Heeseung started to move them softly. There was no rush: his parents weren’t at home, and the heavy rain made the perfect atmosphere. You didn’t doubt before kissing him back, savouring his lips. They were as soft and sweet as you pictured in your head. 

Suddenly, somehow, you took the lead and straddled him, deepening the kiss a bit more. His hands were placed at your waist, caressing them with both thumbs. You broke the union between both mouths to kiss his neck. Hearing his breath hitch gave you the impulse to continue, to work his tender skin with your teeths and tongue. 

As your mouth began to earn soft gasps from him, your hands worked to unbutton his t-shirt. Opening it and slid it through his arms. 

Your lips went down his collarbone, making sure no inch of skin was untouched by your lips. His hand roamed your body, leaving soft sighs against his skin. You couldn’t believe that was happening, like a dream come true.  You were afraid that it was just a lucid dream, your imagination scaring you for leading into such an accurate scenario. But the way his body was softly moving under yours, claiming in silence for more of your touch made you feel more alive than ever. 

Your lips trailed down damp kisses, arriving to catch one of his nipples. You sucked and licked amused by the noises his throat left. Starting to feel aroused, your hips began to rock his, feeling his boner getting hard in no time.

‘’Y/n… ‘’ his lips let out a moan, his hands grabbing your waist.

As his hips were rubbing your clothing core, you detached your lips from him, looking up to meet his gaze.

The image was heavenly. Chest going up and down trying to catch his breath, cheeks with a slight blush on them, and his pleading eyes trying to tell you something, but he was a little bit shy to say it out loud. You could figure it out tho.

Your hands flew to the hem of his pants, looking once again to hip waiting for a response. When he nodded, you hooked the waistband and slowly pulled down. With a bit of his help, the bottoms were forgotten somewhere on the floor.

You couldn’t help but look at his erection, a small damp patch darking his underwear. 

‘’S--Stop looking, it’s embarrassing…’’

You chuckled, shaking your head. 

‘’Says who?’’

And before Heeseung could say anything, you grabbed his shaft around your hand and started to move it up and down. The fabric between his dick and your palm was making the move a bit restricted, but it didn’t stop you.

You saw him grabbing the sheets under both of you, holding back a few moans that were hard to retain. You didn’t want that, you needed to hear him. How good you were making him feel. 

You sped up your pace, making his body squirm as his lips parted to let out soft, kind-of-pitched moans. That kept you going, ignoring the wetness between your legs, just wanting to focus on him.

‘’Please p--please… take…’’

‘’Hm?’’

You knew. Heeseung knew you knew. And he wasn’t having it.

‘’Don’t test me, y/n.’’

‘’Oh? What’s with that tone?’’ you squeezed his tip, earring a loud moan from him. ‘’Watch out.’’

You were having the time of your life, having him at your service and there wasn’t anything he couldn’t do. Fuck, that submissive trait of him made you hornier. 

‘’I’m sorry just — take it out, please.’’

Enough of making Heeseung suffer. You nodded at his words, hooking the hem of his underwear and pulling down enough for his dick to come out, smacking his abs. Took you a few minutes to resume what you were doing. His tip was covered up with pre cum, so when you slid your hand all the way down, it was smooth.

No slow pace this time, just you jerking off your best friend like it was a usual activity between him and you. And it could be your frequent activity to do more often if he wanted, but now wasn’t the right time to think about that. The way your name left his lips made your head spin.

His eyes were closed, hands holding for dear life into his bed sheets that his knuckles were turning white. Oh, to engrave that image in your brain.

Soon his hips helped you out, bucking into your fist like he was fucking you deep inside. At that point, Heeseung could care less if the neighbours could hear him.

‘’Fuck! Just like that… feels so good.’’

His back was arched a bit, and even your arm was starting to feel numb due the lack of experience, somewhere inside you took strength to continue pleasing him. 

Your hand was moving up and down, the slick noises filling the room as you gave everything to help him reach his highest point. No inch of his dick was left unnoticed, sometimes you slowed your pace reaching his base just for coming back at his tip to stroke it with eagerness. 

Heeseung could feel a knot tighten on his abdomen.

‘’Fuckfuckfuck! D–Don’t stop please…! I’m s–so close!’’

It was fucking tempting to suddenly stop any move, only for him to cry and beg you to continue, that he was feeling so good for you to stop. But you were not that mean, right?

You sped up your pace a little more, all that your aching limb let you. Heeseung was just a few strokes away from release.

‘’God! I’m cumming! K–Keep going I’m cumm—’’

His words lingered in the air as the climax reached him, tensing his body.

As he told you, you kept your pace, helping him through his high. Heeseung’s back was arched, his hot seed dripping down your hand and reaching his abs. Mouth opened as quiet moans left his throat.

Gently, as his cock softened in your hands, you stopped your movements watching him come back to reality. He gave you a tired look but in his lips was a smirk.

‘’That was…’’

‘’...amazing, wasn’t it? I can tell.’’

He laughed, kicking you softly with his knee.

‘’ Wait, let me bring you some towels to clean this mess.’’

You caressed his thigh, leaving towards the bathroom. As you left, Heeseung sighed feeling complete, his heart pounding fiercly inside his chest.

[chaconnewon]

drabble ——— sunghoon (suggestive)

a/n: sorry if there's any mistakes !!! enjoy.

wc: 849.

The couch underneath you started to feel uncomfortable. How long have you been there, sitting without saying a word? Just because Sunghoon wanted to do a sci-fi marathon and you were really into it. You joined him as the good bestfriend you were but you started to feel tired.

‘’Want something to eat?’’ he spoke first, catching your attention.

After you nodded, Sunghoon paused the film and stood up to grab some snacks and drinks for both of you. You were alone with him at his parents house. They were out on a trip and he invited you to hang out all afternoon long. Of course you didn’t expect to sit your ass and watch boring ass movies with him but his company was worth it.

Sunghoon handed a bag of chips and went straight to sit next to you. Maybe a little bit closer than he was before. You didn’t notice. 

Minutes passed by, and after surfing your social media for a while your phone battery started to run out. You sighed slightly annoyed, looking for your charger. And you found it, across the couch, hanging from the armchair opposite to yours. You looked at Sunghoon, quickly catching his attention.

‘’Can you pass me the charger?’’

‘’I can but I won't.’’ He said, returning his gaze to the film.

You stared at him, speechless.

‘’Why?’’

‘’I don’t want to. Grab it yourself y/n.’’

‘’You’re closer!’’

A mischievous smile curled his lips, and you realized he was messing with you. And it was working because your patience started to go low. Veeeery low.

‘’You’re fucking annoying, man.’’

You stood up on your knees, both of them on the couch. You planned to hover his body, blocking his view from the TV and grab the charger. Simple plan but effective enough to bother him too. So you did. You approached a little, hovering his lap and putting your hand to the other side of his body to stabilize yourself.

You were so close to catch it, until you felt his hand pressing down your lower back, lowering you to almost put your stomach in his lap. You frowned your brows.

‘’What are you doing?’’

‘’I couldn’t see.’’

Your back was arched a bit, leaving your ass up. Kinda embarrassing if they asked you, but you couldn’t move because his stupid hand was pressing on you. You shook your body a little.

‘’Let me go, my back is aching.’’

‘’Nuh uh. You look great like that, actually.’’

His tone lowered a bit but there was still playfulness in it. The hand that was at your back moved slowly to your ass, caressing it without saying a word. What the fuck was happening? Suddenly a slap was left on your left cheek, earning a gasp from you. Okay, that was weird.

‘’Sunghoon…?’’ You called him, voice filled with confusion.

He didn’t answer but you felt his hand troke your ass cheeks again. Gently, with no rush. Like he wanted to memorize every inch of it. His fingertips went down to your legs, caressing your inner thighs before grabbing them tightly. You let out a soft gasp, feeling a tickling on your core.

‘’Hm…’’ you hear him hum.

Sunghoon switched between stroking your legs and grabbing them, leaving the skin visibly red by his touch. Anytime his hand landed closer to you core, you felt your legs shaking a little. Wanting him to finally touch you there but too shy to ask him. 

Your pants started to bother you, feeling them too tight around you. You slightly pushed your ass to his hand, inviting him in silence to continue his roaming. And, oh girl, he did.

Two of his fingers pressed down your clothed cunt, making you strongly grab the couch under you. Your breath hitched at the feeling, like he could read your mind. Sunghoon fingers continued to explore on your pants, feeling you getting wetter as time passed by. You didn’t know how much long you could avoid moaning, but his fingers plus the tightness of your clothes made it hard.

The slow moves became more thrustful as his breath trembled by your reactions. You looked so cute, all in display for him. And he was living for it. 

‘’Does it feel good, pretty one?’’ His voice was low, calm but you could notice some hints of lust as well. You nodded.

‘’Y—Yes… Please…’’

He smirked, spanking your ass once more, a painful mixed with pleasure moan escaped your lips. 

‘’Please what?’’

You held your breath, trying to not sound too desperate. But that’s what you were, desperate. For more touch, for him to strip your pants along with your underwear and shove those pretty fingers inside you, merciless. 

You shook your head, more to yourself. There was no way you could be that horny.

‘’Say it and I’ll make your wish come true, y/n.’’

‘’Just g—go on, take my pants off. Do whatever you want.’’

He chuckled, pleasant.

‘’I will. Lay on your back, pants off. And don’t you dare to look away or you’re not cumming, pretty.’’