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pandacherryblossoms · 4 months ago

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~🤤After The Race With 8TURN🤤~

Street Racer 8TURN x Fem reader

Smut

18+MDNI

Content warnings:

Jaeyun

The rumble of engines still vibrates in your chest as Jaeyun’s car tears past the finish line, tires smoking and lights blurring around him. You and your friends watch from the sidelines—heart hammering—when he kills the engine mere feet away, steps out like he owns the night. Leather jacket hanging off his shoulders, hair mussed from the wind, he fixes you with a smug grin that makes your pulse spike despite your best efforts to look unimpressed.

He saunters over, every stride oozing confidence. “Thought you were too good to be seen at a street race?” he drawls, voice low and teasing. You cross your arms, chin lifted in false bravado. “I never said that,” you snap, but his laugh is rough, hungry. “Is that so?” he challenges, eyes flashing with dare.

His hand clamps around your ass—iron‑strong—and he yanks you behind the lot where no one else can see. The cold night air does nothing to cool the heat between you. He shoves you against a chain‑link fence, body pressing hard into yours. “You think you can act entitled towards me?” “Don’t forget, I know you.” he wipers in your ear with a growl, mouth crashing down on yours. His tongue ravages your lips while his free hand buries itself in your hair, tilting your head back.

One heavy hand slides under your shirt, nails dragging across your ribs before cupping your breast with bruising force. He pinches your nipple, watching it harden beneath his touch. “You’ve been dripping for me since I crossed that line,” he hisses, teeth grazing your collarbone. His other hand snakes down your jeans, two fingers diving between your folds. He finds you soaked—slick and ready—then circles your clit with rough, deliberate strokes until you’re trembling.

Without warning, he scoops your panties off in one swift yank and steps back to take a look at your dripping cunt. He strips off his own pants, cock stands thick and throbbing in the cold air. He grabs your hips and gives your pussy a harsh smack that has you screaming out in pleasure and pain. He lines himself up, and slams into you from behind. Fast, brutal, no hesitation—each thrust drives you harder into the fence, skin slapping against metal and flesh. You choke out a cry, gripping the gate as he groans your name.

He keeps pounding you, deeper, harder, until your vision swims. “That’s it,” he pants, one hand fisted in your hair, the other gripping your waist tight. “Take it all, you filthy little slut.” Your orgasm rips through you like lightning—body shuddering, cunt clenching—right as he shudders above you, pulsing his cum deep inside. His growl vibrates through you as he rides out both of your highs.

When he finally pulls out, he doesn’t give you a moment to recover—just presses you back against the fence, breath mingling in harsh pants. “Never try to play hard to get with me baby, I already have you.” he murmurs, voice dark and promising. Then he steps away, slick and steaming, tossing you a crooked grin. “Make sure you see me tomorrow.”

Myungho

The roar of Myungho’s engine still thrums in your ears as he blows past the finish line, tires smoking and headlights flashing like warning beacons. You and your friends press against the guardrail, adrenaline surging, when he kills the engine and steps out—lean, dangerous, and utterly scorching in his leather jacket. His gaze sweeps the crowd until it lands on you. Your pulse leaps as he smirks, hair mussed from the wind, eyes glinting with challenge.

He strides over, every movement measured confidence. “You looked like you couldn’t keep your eyes off me,” he purrs, voice low and teasing. You roll your shoulders back, chin high. “I could say the same about you,” you fire back, tone brittle. Myungho’s grin widens, teeth flashing. “Big mouth,” he murmurs, stepping so close your breath mingles. “Let’s see how long you can talk back when I shut you up.”

He grabs you—surprisingly hard—and he hauls you behind the pit wall, into the deep shadows where the night air is cool on your skin. He shoves you against a stacked tire, body pressing so tight it takes your breath. His kisses you, biting your lip, tongue slamming in. You try to break free, but his other hand snakes under your shirt, dragging it up and exposing your heated skin to the chill concrete.

He rips your jeans open and yanks your panties down in the same motion, discarding them like trash. Two fingers plunge between your soaked folds, dragging slow, deliberate circles over your clit. You gasp, hips bucking against his hand, and he chuckles, dark and low. “Already dripping for me,” he growls, thumb rubbing your slick entrance. “Fuck, you’re so ready.”

Suddenly he spins you, presses you face‑first into the tire, and positions himself behind you. His cock—thick, red‑veined, absolutely throbbing—slams into you. You cry out as he rims your walls with one deep, brutal thrust, spreading your wetness deep inside. He holds your hips tight, hips snapping forward in savage rhythm, each strike making your body tremble. He reaches for your clit and rubs it harshly, making you squirt and scream out.

Your moans echo between the tires as he hammers you relentlessly, one hand tangled in your hair, the other gripping your waist. “That’s it, take every inch.” Your orgasm rips through you—waves of bliss that shudder your spine—while he buries himself deeper, shuddering with his own release, spurting hot and heavy.

When he finally pulls out, you’re both slick and trembling. He presses you against the tire one last time, and grabs your face like he owns you. “You won’t get to talk back next time. He steps away, jeans half‑zipped, tossing you a crooked grin. “I’ll pick you up for class from now on. See you tomorrow baby.”

Minho

The growl of Minho’s engine still vibrates in your chest as he tears past the finish line, rubber burning and headlights cutting through the night air. You and your friends press close to the guardrail, adrenaline slamming through your veins, when he kills the engine and steps out onto the pavement. Leather-clad, hair wind-tossed, he scans the crowd until his gaze locks on you—bright, predatory, daring you to look away.

He walks over to you, “Watching me, princess?” he drawls, voice low and dangerous. You fold your arms. “Just watching a show,” you snap, tone brittle. Minho’s lips curl into a wicked grin. “Funny,” he murmurs, stepping so close his heat washes over you. “I thought you said you didn’t care.”

Before you can walk away, his fingers clamp around your waist—hard enough to sting—and he yanks you behind a line of parked cars, into the shadowed space beneath the pit lights. Your breath hitches as he shoves you against the cold metal door of his ride, hands landing on your hips with bruising force. He crashes his mouth onto yours, tongue crashing against your teeth, pulling a sharp gasp from your throat.

One hand snakes under your crop top, dragging it up and over your chest in one smooth motion. His other hand slams your skirt up around your waist, exposing your cotton panties to the chill night air. He presses his palm flat against your stomach, pinning you as his thumb circles your hardening bud through the fabric. “Already this wet,” he growls, thumb brushing over your folds until you shudder.

Then he yanks your panties to the side and lines himself up, cock slick—thick and throbbing in the dim light. With one brutal thrust he drives into you, hips slamming forward so hard you cry out. Skin meets metal as he pins you against the car, your back arching beneath him. His hand tightens on your hip, the other tangles in your hair, forcing your head to the side.

He fucks you with savage, unrelenting force—each thrust deeper, harder, echoing in the empty lot. Your moans fill the space, mingling with the slap of flesh on flesh. “Ride me, baby,” he snarls, voice ragged. “Show me how much you love this.” You dig your nails into his shoulders, matching his pace, and your orgasm rips through you in hot, shuddering waves, shaking and overstimulated, just as he groans, hips jerking in one final, explosive release.

He pulls out, still buried halfway, cum dribbling down your thigh. He brushes a strand of hair from your face. “Don’t act cold with me,” he whispers, voice thick, “Ever again.” Then he steps back and bleed to a kiss. “See you in class tomorrow, sweetheart.”

Yoonsung

The night air still thrums with the echo of roaring engines as Yoonsung’s car burns rubber across the finish line. You and your friends lean against the concrete barrier, adrenaline and the sting of cool air on your flushed skin. He kills his engine right in front of you, headlights cutting you in half like a spotlight. Leather jacket unzipped just enough to peek at a bare chest, he steps out—hair wild, chest heaving—and locks eyes with you. That slow, predatory grin tells you he knows you’ve been watching.

He strides over with silent confidence, boots echoing against the pavement. “You couldn’t keep your eyes off me,” he murmurs, voice low and rough. You square your shoulders, lifting your chin. “I was watching the race,” you retort, tone cool. He laughs softly, dark and amused. “Keep lying,” he growls, close enough that you can feel his breath. “I saw your hand slip between your legs every time I drifted around that corner.” “What were you checking for?,” “Did I get you too hot?,” He smirks.

Before you can protest, his fingers clamp around your wrist—painfully tight—and he yanks you behind the row of idling cars. He shoves you against the cold metal side of one of the rides, chest to back, and crushes his mouth onto your neck. His tongue licking over and soothing the bite marks he’s leaving, and you moan into him, surprised by your own eagerness. One rough hand threads through your hair, tilting your head back, while the other snakes up under your shirt to grope your bare ribs.

He grabs your hips and spins you, pinning your back against the car’s hood. His hands rip your top up in one motion, freeing your breasts to the chill air. He leans down, buries his face between your breasts, and sucks a bruise into your skin before biting gently. “So good,” he pants, pressing your body flush. “So fucking good for me.” His fingers slip between your thighs, pushing your panties aside to dip into your wet heat. “God, you’re dripping,” he rasps, circling your clit with two slick fingers.

You tremble as he plays with your clit. His other hand yanks your jeans and panties off in a brutal tug, scattering denim across the asphalt. He straightens, unbuckles his belt, and his cock springs free—thick, red‑veined, already leaking. He lines himself up at your entrance and slams in without warning. The brutal impact steals your breath, metal scraping against your cheek, and you cry out.

Yoonsung wastes no time. Each thrust is savage and relentless. He grips your hips, pulling you into him, filling you completely. Your moans fill the silent lot, mingling with the slap of flesh on metal. “Look at you,” he growls in your ear, voice husky. “Such a filthy little slut for me.” You clutch at the hood, nails scraping paint, body clenching around him as he speeds you toward the edge.

Your orgasm hits like a lightning strike—hot, shuddering waves that squeeze him tight—while he snarls and pounds through his own release, spurting cum deep inside you. Feeling overstimulated, you start to squirt. He collapses against you for a moment, chest heaving, before pulling out and pressing you back against the. He smirks. “Keep acting like you don’t want it,” he whispers, voice thick, “and you’ll be begging before the engine even starts.” Then he straightens, zips up, leaving you with a tender kiss.

Haemin

The hiss of burning rubber still echoes in your ears when Haemin’s car skids to a halt, rear tires smoking in the dim light. You and your friends lean over the guardrail, pulses racing, as he steps out—leather jacket unzipped to reveal that sculpted chest, hair slicked back, chest heaving. His eyes sweep the crowd until they lock on you, and that predatory smile flashes like a promise you can’t—and don’t want to—ignore.

He strides over, boots clicking against the asphalt, every movement dripping with confidence. “Thought you didn’t give a damn about racers,” he purrs, voice low and dangerous. You lift your chin, crossing your arms. “You’re just a guy with a fast car,” you snap, trying to sound unimpressed. Haemin’s laugh rumbles through his chest. “Is that so? Prove it—walk away.”

Before you can blink as you try to take one step, his hand clamps around your wrist—iron-strong—and he yanks you behind the stacked concrete barriers where the pit lights don’t reach. The night air turns cold against your skin, but Haemin’s mouth is scorching as he crashes into yours, teeth grazing your lower lip, tongue raking over yours with fierce hunger. One hand threads through your hair, jerking your head back to deepen the kiss, while the other plunges beneath your crop top to press bruising fingers against your bare ribs.

He spins you around, pressing your back flat against the cold concrete. With one brutal tug, he rips your shorts down and yanks your panties aside, exposing you completely. His eyes darken at the sight of your flushed, heaving body as he takes one look at your wet and sticky pussy. “So fucking perfect,” he growls, fingertips pinching your nipples until they pucker and harden. You gasp, arching into his touch as he circles your clit with a heavy thumb, drawing out a needy moan.

Two fingers slip inside you, slow and deliberate, curling to brush that perfect spot. He pumps them in and out with mounting urgency, thumb grinding your clit in vicious circles. “God, you’re dripping all over my hand,” he rasps, pressing you into each stroke. Your hips buck, chasing the friction, and he rewards you by sinking a third finger in, stretching you open with ruthless precision.

Abruptly, he drops to his knees and shoves his face between your thighs, mouth devouring your wetness. His tongue slides thick and rough across your folds, teeth grazing your clit, and you cry out, body trembling as wave after wave of pleasure crashes through you. He sucks you down harder while still pumping his fingers in and out of you, savoring every slick, slurping sound, before pulling back with a dark chuckle. “Taste so good, baby,” he murmurs, standing and positioning himself at your entrance.

With a savage thrust, he buries himself deep, hips slamming into you without mercy. You choke out a cry as his pace builds—fast, hard, relentless—each stroke jarring your body against the concrete. He fisted his hand in your hair, pulling you back so he can whisper against your ear. He repositions himself to the hood of his car and places you on top of him. “Ride me, slut. Show me how much you want this cock.” Your walls clamp around him, moans echoing off the barriers as you start to ride him. You shatter into your climax, and he follows, growling your name while he spills his cum deep inside. When he finally pulls out, he grants your chin forcing you to look at him. He gives you a gentle kiss on your cheek then your lips, breath hot against your skin. “Next time you try to act like you don’t want it,” he whispers, voice thick, “you’ll be begging before the engine even starts.” Then he kisses you once more, gets dressed, and steps back into the shadows, leaving you trembling and awaiting the next time he claims you.

Kyungmin

The roar of Kyungmin’s engine still thrums through your bones as he rockets past the finish line, taillights glowing like embers against the dark pavement. You and your friends lean over the barrier, pulse hammering, when he kills his engine inches from where you stand. He steps out—jacket slung low on his hips, hair plastered to his forehead—and sweeps the crowd with a predator’s gaze until he finds you. Your breath hitches under that hungry stare.

He strides over, boots crunching gravel, grin cocky as hell. “Didn’t think you’d stick around,” he drawls, voice rough and teasing. You square your shoulders, chin high. “I was bored of watching losers,” you snap, trying to hide how his nearness makes your pulse spike. Kyungmin’s grin widens, eyes flicking to your mouth. “We’ll see how long that attitude lasts.”

Before you can retort, his hand clamps around your wrist like steel, yanking you behind a line of parked rides where his car was parked and the lights don’t reach. The night air chills your skin, but his mouth is fire as he slams you into the metal side of his car. His lips crush yours—teeth grazing, tongue ramming deep—while one hand knots in your hair and the other snakes up beneath your shirt, dragging it over your head in one brutal yank.

He spins you around, pressing you face‑first against the hood, and rips your skirt up around your waist, ripping your panties in half as he does it. The sight of your naked lower half under the orange glow sets something wild in his eyes. “So fucking vulnerable,” he murmurs, thumb brushing your slick folds. Two fingers press into you, hard and merciless, curling to stroke that spot that makes you see stars.

Your body jerks at the intrusion, breath catching as he slams a third finger in, keeping you stretched and trembling. He leans down and bites gently at your shoulder blade, eyes never leaving your trembling backside. “You like that?” he rasps. “Like being used right here on my car?” You whimper, aching for more, and he chuckles, dragging his fingers free just enough to watch you drip.

Without warning, Kyungmin pulls back, undoes his belt, and his cock—thick and leaking—slashes against your back. He positions himself, then drives in from behind with one savage thrust that makes you choke out a gasp. Skin slaps against metal in percussive beats as he hammers into you, each thrust deeper, harder than the last. One hand grips your hip bone, the other pins your shoulder, holding you exact while he fucks you raw.

Your climax crashes over you, hot and merciless, walls clenching down on him as he growls your name. He follows in seconds, spurting deep inside you, chest heaving. When he finally pulls out, he presses you down onto the hood by the neck. “Next time you think you’re too cool to watch,” he breathes, voice low and dangerous, “you’ll be begging me before the checkered flag drops.” Then he steps back, zips up, kisses your lips, and melts into the night—leaving you trembling, sated, and already craving the next race.

Yungyu

The roar of Yungyu’s engine still thrums in your chest when he rockets past the finish line, neon brake lights glowing like embers in the dark. You and your friends lean over the barrier, adrenaline pulsing through your veins, as he kills the engine mere feet away. He steps out—leather jacket half‑unzipped, sweat gleaming on his collarbones, hair falling into his eyes—and scans the crowd until his gaze locks on you. That slow, predatory smile tells you he’s claiming you already.

He saunters over, boots echoing on the asphalt, every movement radiating dangerous confidence. “You can’t hide those eyes,” he murmurs, voice low and magnetic. You lift your chin, arms crossed. “I wasn’t staring,” you snap, though your throat tightens. Yungyu chuckles, stepping so close you feel his heartbeat. “Don’t lie to me. I felt you watching every drift.”

Before you can pull back, his fingers clamp around your wrist—iron‑strong—and he drags you behind the row of parked cars where the floodlights don’t reach. The night air chills your skin, but his mouth is hot as he crushes his lips to yours. His tongue rips into your mouth, teeth grazing yours, and you gasp, caught off‑guard by the raw intensity. One hand tangles in your hair, tipping your head back, while the other unhooks your bra beneath your shirt, exposing your chest to the cool breeze.

He flips you around and shoves you against the cold metal side of his car, crushing his mouth to your neck. His teeth scrape over your pulse point as his hands go to work—one ripping your shirt up and over your head, the other yanking your jeans down in one jagged motion. You’re exposed, nipples hard in the dim light, and Yungyu’s eyes darken with hunger. “So perfect,” he growls, thumbs pinching your hardened buds before sliding lower to find your slick wetness.

Two fingers plunge between your legs, curling inside you without warning, and you moan, hips rocking back into his hand. He presses his thumb to your clit and pumps his fingers relentlessly, each thrust drawing out your deepest whimpers. “Dripping for me,” he rasps, face inches from your core. “Let me see how much you need me.” You tremble, overwhelmed by the delicious friction and his relentless command.

He pulls his fingers free and drops to his knees, yanking your panties aside and capturing your folds with his tongue. His mouth slurps and sucks with brutal precision, teeth grazing the bundle of nerves until you’re arching and crying out. Your hands claw at his shoulders, gripping him as wave after wave of pleasure consumes you. He hums against your slit, tongue flicking over your swollen clit, before standing and lining himself up at your entrance.

With one savage thrust, he buries himself deep inside you, hips slamming forward so hard you gasp for air. Skin meets metal as you fold over the car, and his firm grip on your hips drives you into the rhythm—fast, hard, unrelenting. “Moan for me,” he growls in your ear, voice thick with control. “Let me see how bad you want to cum.” Your orgasm rips through you, body convulsing around him, just as he follows with a guttural groan, spurting hot and heavy inside you. When he finally pulls out, he presses you back against the car, breath mingling. “Next time,” he whispers, voice dark and promising, “you’ll be begging before I even hit the gas.” Then he steps back into the glow of the lot lights, leaving you trembling, spent, and utterly his.

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lil-elle · 2 years ago

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Shrouded

group: 8turn

pair: jaeyun x gn!reader

genre: implied pining, fluff, first date, first kiss

word count: 428

content: kissing in semi-public

a/n: short little thing because he's bias wrecking meee (post for ot8 first kisses coming sooonnn)

Jaeyun knew he was going to kiss you that night the moment he laid eyes on your outfit. It was just your first date but he'd known that he loved you for weeks now already, but seeing you all dressed up for him brought all those emotions he had when he first fell for you rushing back to him. All he knew is that he wouldn't let this be a fling. Your second date with him would be your first as an official couple, he guaranteed that to himself.

And just as he wanted, when the credits to the movie started rolling, his hand was turning your face towards his and his lips were on yours. His finger stroked your jawline almost unconsciously as he pressed soft but needy kisses to your lips, kisses that told you just how long he'd been waiting to do this. The darkness of the cinema and the loud music of the credits masked the two of you, leaving you in your own little world and giving Jaeyun a boldness he needed to finally get his true feelings across to you. It was a kiss that lived up to the tension created between the two of you from the many longing glances, not really paying attention to the movie, to the subtle but hair raising brushing of each other's hands on the snug cinema armrests. It was a kiss that wasn't mutually planned and yet flowed so smoothly, as if when your eyes met you suddenly knew what to do and what he wanted.

Your hand snaked up his neck to rest just below his ear, thumb grazing his jaw in a way that made his gasp softly against your lips. His kisses only continued to get longer and deeper. His hand travelled to your waist as if wanting to pull you closer, only to be painfully prevented by the armrest that once built tension between the two of you. His fingers could only weakly tug at the hem of your shirt, sending shivers over your skin.

The sudden ending of the credits was what forced you two apart, the lights turning back on and yanking you from your private world. He stared into your eyes, chest heaving and cheeks red, clearly in a daze from how it felt to finally lay his lips on the person he'd loved for so long.

Even despite his state, he wouldn't let this moment get away from him and the words spilled out in a deep and breathy voice.

“I like you so much…please be mine…”

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jaays-moon · 1 year ago

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MAYBE SOMEDAY WE CAN BE jay x reader genre: angst, fluff, miscommunication, school days, overnight trip, mafia game(?), tags: mswcb prequel: dear diary 1 dear diary 2 dear diary 3

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nicholaslefthand · 1 year ago

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~Our Love Song~

Warnings: Fluff, a teeny tiny bit of angst?, kissing

W/C: 1.2K

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I was driving over to my best friend’s house, because it was my Jaeyun’s and I’s 6-month friend anniversary (he wanted us to celebrate things like that) and I had an amazing present for him that I knew he would love! 5 minutes later I arrived and went up to front door and knocked. Jaeyun opened the door, and I walked in to hug him. “Hey Jaeyun!” I say while I hugged him. “Hey Y/N! How are you?” He asks while hugging me back. “I’m good, thanks. And you?” I ask back and we enter his living room as he leads me there. “I’m good too. I have the best present for you. You would never ever want anything more!” He says with a big smirk on his face. “Oh really? Cause I have the best present for you.” I smirk back. “Oh, do you now?” His smirk only grows and so does mine as I nod. “Well then, let us see who does have the best present.” We both get our presents and Jaeyun has a big box while I have a small envelope. He looks at my gift and side eyes me while pouting, “Is that all I’m worth to you? An envelope?” I giggle, “Just wait and see you big baby…” He pouts more and I just pinch his cheek. When Jaeyun handed me his gift, I started opening it and it was a box inside a box. In that box was another box, and it went on and on until there was a small blue box inside. When I opened the blue box, I saw friendship rings.

“They’re so beautiful, Jaeyun... Oh my god...” I say while hugging him hard. “Thank you... But how did you know my ring size?” I ask while putting on the thinner ring. “I may or may not have stolen a ring from you to find out…” He answers while blushing and putting on his own. I look at him shocked, “That’s why one of my rings went missing the other day!” He laughs now while nodding. I slap his arm and then hand him the envelope, “I’m debating if I should just use my gift for me and one of my girls…” I pout and he opens the gift. As soon as he sees what’s inside the envelope, he looks at me with wide eyes and a shocked smile. “No- you didn’t-!” He now smiles brightly as he jumps at me with a hug. “Omg this is the best gift you could’ve ever gotten me! God, I could kiss you!” Right after he said that he started kissing my cheeks like a crazy guy. I laugh and try to pry him off me. “I can believe you got me Lana Del Rey concert tickets, Y/N!” He kissed my cheek one more time and then he jumped off the couch and started squealing like a fan girl which only made me laugh more. “The concert is next week. It’s an hour drive from here and I already booked a hotel room for us. I thought it’d be better to have a place to sleep at, since the concert is going till 1 am I think.” He now looks at me like he found the love of his life. “I want to marry you.” He says with a serious tone. I crack up even more and start blushing because of his comment.

Time skip to the concert

When me and Jaeyun arrived, we immediately got to our seats. “I can’t believe that we’re at a Lana Del Rey concert! All thanks to you Y/N!” Jaeyun says with a sparkle in his eyes as he hugs me again. I hug him back and look at our friendship rings with a soft smile which drops shortly after, after I realized those rings really are ‘friendship’ rings. He noticed that my smile dropped when we pulled back, “You okay Y/N?” I smile again and nod. After that quick conversation we noticed that the concert was starting, and we started cheering as Lana started with ‘Say Yes To Heaven’.

Time skip to last song

Now the last song of the concert is playing ‘Summertime sadness’. Jaeyun is now looking at me a lot with an intense stare and he noticed that I noticed, but he didn’t do anything about his stare. It was now the second time Lana sang ‘Kiss me hard before you go’ and Jaeyun stared at my lips again. I blushed harder now, and now that I noticed I was getting tired, I blamed my blush on that. Now at the last ‘Kiss me hard before you go’, Jaeyun leaned in and kissed me. At first, I reciprocated the kiss, but then I broke it off and threw my hand over my mouth as I turned away and my whole face turned red, and the stage turned black as the song ended. Everyone started to leave the stadium and so did Jaeyun and I. When we got out of the Stadium and started walking towards our hotel, I noticed that Jaeyun looked kind of heartbroken and guilty. To see him that way made me feel bad because it was probably because of me. He noticed me staring and started walking ahead of me, so he didn’t need to make eye contact. I looked down at the path we were walking on, now with a big guilt feeling in my chest.

As we made it to our hotel room, Jaeyun and I entered, and he immediately went inside the bathroom and shut me out. 15 minutes later he came out with a bit of puffy eyes and red cheeks. When I took in that sight, my heart throbbed in pain, and I walked over to Jaeyun. He tried to walk away but I stopped him and took his cheeks in my hands. “If I hurt you because I pushed you away, I’m so sorry… I was overwhelmed with the situation and the kiss tipped me over the edge-! But I enjoyed that kiss. So, if you let me, could I kiss you…?” I explain and ask. His eyes get glassy again and he just grabs my waist with one hand, while the other grabs my chin. Our lips connect in a sweet and yet powerful way which makes both of us sigh into the kiss. As we pull away, we look into each other’s eyes and just lean our foreheads together as our hands interlock. We both say at the same time: “Will you be my boyfriend?” “Will you be my girlfriend?”. As we realized what the other said we laughed and I kissed his jaw as I went in for a hug, which he reciprocated just a few seconds later. We stayed in that hug for a few good minutes. Though before I lifted my head from his chest, I said: “So… technically ‘Summertime Sadness’ is our Love song… isn’t it?” I now look up at him with my arms still wrapped around his waist. He rolls his eyes playfully and pinches my waist, “Is it too early to say, ‘I love you’?” He asks with a playful smile to which I just giggled and shook my head. “No… I don’t think so…” I answered as I went back for sweet kiss with my best friend, and now my boyfriend.

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#8turn #8turn x reader #8turn jaeyun #moon jaeyun #jaeyun

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enhard · 8 months ago

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enhypen’s favourite positions ! (MDNI)

CW: enhypen ot6 x fem!reader (separately), breeding, squirting, sleepy sex, body worship, rough sex, both praise and degradation, pet names, ass slapping, unprotected sex, public sex (in the jungwon one)

disclaimer: i am not ot6, i just do not feel comfortable writing smut with riki

wc: 2k words, enjoy!

˙⟡ ⋆ 엔하이픈 이 희승 - Lee Heeseung ~ Mating press

heeseung’s burning desire is to breed you. he wants to fill you up to the brim, to mark you as his. of course, his favorite position would be the mating press. to just have you under him with your knees bent while he’s straddled over you. the visual alone would be driving him crazy. he considers it far more intimate than any other position you’ve tried together.

he grabs onto the backside of your knees, pushing them into your abdomen while he fucks you with deep thrusts. your pussy swallows him whole perfectly, the wetness making it all that much easier. the way he has you pinned down into the mattress it is impossible for you to move away, you can just lay still and let him fuck your thoughts out of you. he could go slower and deeper, really hitting all the spots. but he could go faster, rougher. he’d dig his nails into your thighs, forming little moons as dents in the skin.

“my fucking god... you’re so perfect. look at how cute you look letting me fuck you dumb.” all you can do is whine on his cock, closing your eyes to take it as well as you can. the position is helping him get so deep inside you, making you want to give out already. his words are not helping either, they just add to the knot in your stomach. “mm..hm..” you cry out. “such a good girl... you’re adorable.” he adds.

“h..heeseung.. please plea-- oh, fuck please... I need your cum...” you start begging and crying.

oh and after a few thrusts, he can’t handle hearing your begs any more, he cums deep inside you moaning a few times before he stops pounding you.

but there is no way he stopped there.

⊹ ࣪˚ 엔하이픈 박 종성 - Park Jongseong ~ Cowgirl

jay loves your tits so much, he’s the hugest tits guy ever no matter their size or what they might look like. he loves looking at them while you bounce on him. he usually keeps his hands on your thighs, digging his nails into them to keep you going.. but sometimes he moves his hands up to massage your boobs, taking them in his mouth when he decides to sit up. when it starts feeling too good, he just lays back with his eyes closed, enjoying every bit of pleasure.. making sure to thrust up into you whenever he feels like it, or when you request so. sometimes he’d like when ride him in a chair perhaps the one in your kitchen when he’s done cooking for you.

before you could enjoy your dinner together, he wanted to get his treat first.

with his head leaned back, he grasps onto your thighs letting you bounce on his cock. he just stares at your pretty body, popping a tit in his mouth at one point. he licks and sucks on your nipples as you move your hips back and forth on him. “jay..baby.. feels so good.” he hums in agreement. he loves how good you feel on him, he just can’t stop now. he pulls his mouth away to watch your tits bounce every time you ride him, pleasure taking over both your bodies. he grabs onto your ass to make you go faster than before now, your legs are starting to give out. but you need to have him cum inside you, one way or another.

“j..jay i’m gonna cum.. please fuckfuck i can’t anymore—“ you moan out, your toes curling from the sensation.

“me too pretty girl, let me see that perfect pussy squirt for me, come..on..” he says softly. after coming undone all over him, you got the cute little creampie you deserve. it’s a shame that the food got cold until you got to eat it : (

perhaps you got a bit too busy..

⋆.˚ 엔하이픈 심 재윤 - Sim Jaeyun ~ Doggy style

we knew. just anything from the back works wonders for jake. he loves your ass so much, it is just so convenient for him to fuck you from the back. he will always look at you pouty when he is in the mood for it but besides getting to smack your ass anytime he wants, he has easy access to touch you all over your body, including grabbing your neck from behind when he starts going a bit rougher. this man wants to bend you over any and every surface he could find. the desk, kitchen table, party bathroom sink you name it and he’s down for it. jake could just rip a hole into your clothes to fuck you just like that..

a few smacks echo through the room from his hand making contact with your ass.

“such a fucking whore..” he hisses while grasping onto your hair trying to go as fast as he can. you can’t stop letting out loud sounds, taking all of him in like that is making you dizzy. he got you grasping the sheets while fucking you so good. “jake…” you faintly whisper, not being able to talk as much anymore due to the pleasure and the roughness he’s got on you.

“princess you’re doing amazing for me, you’re wrapping so good around me..”

he leans in to give you neck kisses while pounding into you like that. he’d go faster and faster until you squirted all over him, just to keep going all night cause you being bent over for him drove him crazy as is.

✧ˎˊ 엔하이픈 박 성훈 - Park Sunghoon ~ Pronebone

sunghoon loves lazy but rough sex. something he’ll always request is fucking you either when you’re about to sleep or in the morning. sometimes he’d hold you until you woke up, slowly working up the idea for a quick morning fuck to start the day. he loves laying you down flat on your stomach, so he can saddle up behind you, bending his knees to fuck you. he’d position his arms so he has support, then he’d begin pounding your pussy while praising you for how good you’re doing.

just like jake, he loves doggy too. this is a variation that he loves just as much. just having you take him like that makes him so satisfied, he’d press on your back while he gets rougher... with messy hair, and morning voice, he would absolutely destroy you in bed with this position. it’s so easy for both of you but he can get so deep inside you it’s driving him insane. he could just wrap one arm around your waist, to thrust faster and faster. he’s ripping you apart at this point, making you moan so loud deep into the morning.

now it’s late at night and you’re both back in the mood. he got you flat on your stomach again, straddled over you with rough strokes. you both might be half asleep, but this is much needed from both of you.

“hm..m.. baby..” he slightly moans, keeping his pace constant.

with closed eyes, you lazily reply back.. already in a daze. “hoon.. i..know.. feels so good..” you whimper. it is dark in your room, you can only hear dragged noises of your skin slapping together.

he keeps going, but soon when you’re just about to cum you grab onto your pillow tightly, squeezing him as you finish making him groan. he slaps your ass, caressing it a bit after to mute the tingly feeling. he’s getting close, and he starts moaning more frequently.

“love.. i’m gonna cum..” he moans out while squeezing his eyes shut. you can barely reply anymore from you hitting your high, so you just let out a few sounds. he ends up pulling out to stroke his cock a few times before spurting out ropes of cum all over your ass as he’s a moaning mess.

you both catch up your breath and when he collapses next to you, you turn to face him just to stroke his cheek a bit. he closed his eyes for a second but he swore he fell asleep right there and then.

ˎˊ˗ 엔하이픈 김 선우 - Kim Sunoo ~ Missionary

sunoo’s favorite is definitely a classic. might be considered basic but there’s that touch of intimacy to it. to just be on top of you, legs wrapped around him as he gives you deep kisses… moaning a little into your mouth when you squeeze his dick a little too hard. he’s not rough with you, quite soft actually. he much rather prefers a nice and slow pace, being able to hit all your good spots when he’s inside you. he loves to fuck you like this whenever you both feel a bit tired, on a silent night... or just some lazy morning sex. you just love holding onto his arms while he’s supporting himself with them... and from time to time you squeeze your legs together a bit harder just to get him deeper.

“honey, let me make you feel good, ‘kay?” he smiles softly while giving your earlobe a few kisses. he moves down to your neck, then chest kissing all over your body before grabbing his body with your legs.

“sunoo.. please do. I need you.” you say, eyes sparkling at him so sweet and so innocent-like. your intentions are far from innocent though...

when he starts thrusting into you, he just leaves out the sweetest sounds, definitely does not refrain from being a little loud for you. when it starts feeling too good and you’re just about to finish, you squeeze him as hard as you can while riding out your orgasm.

you never miss cuddling after every round, he just collapses on top of you… hugging you like never before.

⋆˙⟡ 엔하이픈 양 정원 - Yang Jungwon ~ Spooning

similar to sunoo, jungwon likes to do this when you’re both feeling a bit lazy or when you want to do a little public fuck. it works wonders under the sheets, nobody even notices a thing when he’s deep in your insides... well, if you don’t get too loud that is. jungwon likes to give you slow and deep strokes, messing with you while the others are close to both of you. that is maybe at a sleepover or spending a night in a tent outside, who knows. though, when you’re both left alone he picks up a pace that you didn’t know was humane. when he’s spooning you, he loves grabbing onto your hip pulling you back on him while you lay down trying not to scream out of pleasure.

even when you’re both alone at home, he’d use this position for some easier penetration if he’s too tired for actual sex. oh how he would kiss your shoulder and bite down on it a bit as he’s thrusting into you. he whispers sweet nothings into your ear while being so close to you, his voice sending chills down your spine.

“won… please..please keep going.” you whisper, while the others are resting in the same room as you two.

he slightly laughs, leaning into your ear. “you wanna get caught?” he sneaks two fingers to your clit. “such a bad girl, hm?” he whispers ever so slightly.

you can hardly handle it anymore, but you can’t cum yet. not with so many people around you. “mm..m” is all that leaves your lips now, getting stimulated from all points is something you cannot handle right now. you try grabbing his wrist underneath the blanket to make him stop a bit, but that only makes him hiss, flicking his fingers on your clit even harder.

“fucking..hell jungwon…I can’t..” you whimper, not being able to do much anyway, he controlled everything and he wanted to see you react like this.

when you two are finally alone again, you know well that he’s thrusting into you as fast as he can, you both riding out your orgasms trying not to make too much noise. You have a shaking orgasm, while jungwon pulls out to cum all over your thigh. he kisses your neck, soon having to worry about the cum stains left on the blanket.

at least you had one hell of a time, right?

an: HOLYYY ENHARD IS BACK!! i missed writing for a little while -=-

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muntitled · 1 year ago

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No Promises

Jake Sim x Fem!Reader

Summary: “So hypothetically, what would you do if I told you the condom broke-”

Warnings: Language, Domestic Fluff, Slight Angst, Himbo!Jake, Nerd!Reader, Smut +18 (minors dni) Dom!Jake, Pussy Drunk Jake, He really wants kids, Breeding Kink, Humping, Grinding, Slight Dub/Con, Unprotected Sex, Dub/Con Raw Sex, Perv!Jake, Rough Sex, Forceful Breeding, Degradation Kink, Praise Kink, Unedited

I'm ovulating

Jaeyun's head is filled to the brim with unsavoury business as he shuffles through the university office.

'It's simple,' Jake says to himself as he cradles the rugby ball under his arm. 'Not. A big deal.'

Once Jake enters the university office, he is immediately bombarded by the smell of old, academic wood. Here, the less crowded, air conditioned space is a nice breakaway from the sweltering rugby field, but all that plagues Jake’s mind are the overwhelming memories of you.

Specifically, you last night, bathed under the sweet honey glow of your cheap salt lamp. His lips on yours as you straddled him on the floor. Skin everywhere.

Jaeyun still remembers his tongue meshing against your own, all he tasted was the ruddiness of white wine.

The pillow forte you were initially building in the living room lay forgotten around you, instead, the space became a lovenest with the moon staring idly from beyond your cream blinds.

"Ride me," Jake breathed out with his mouth attaching itself to the sensitive skin between your neck and shoulder. He drifted your braids out of the way, letting his hand massage your scalp as he craned your neck backwards.

"I need to see you ride me." His voice was hoarse as he manoeuvred you to straddle his hips.

He remembers the texture of the string of beads tied around your waist.

He remembers the air leaving his lungs when you lowered your heat to his cock.

He remembers not being able to stop.

"Did you buy the condoms," you had asked the diabolical question, right when he was about to get it in.

"Fuck the condoms…" he laughed dryly with his thumb skimming across your hips, bumping against the waist beads, "We're both clean. I wanna feel you."

Jake had been wholly disappointed to see your face harden into that pissed off look that was always aimed at the students you tutored.

He'd be scared if he didn't find it hot.

"That's so incredibly unfunny," you pushed at his chest until he released a winded breath, "Don't piss me off, Jaeyun,"

"Fine- fuck- I was kidding,"

He wasn't. And even when he slipped the condom on and slipped inside, Jake became delirious with pleasure of it all.

"Where do you want me to cum?" he had asked.

Naive, unsuspecting you, had replied, “Inside. Y-You're wearing a condom, right? Inside.” Jake fucking lost his mind all the same.

The evening had ended with Jake skimming his hand over the fullness of your ass as he pulled his bottom lip against his teeth.

He watched the softness of your skin mould under his grip as he snickered, "She gon' take it up the ass like a ventriloquist-"

"Do not quote Kanye at me after we just had sex." You groaned.

But Jake wasn't done because now he was thinking about your ass and you'd both gone on for 2 more rounds.

'It's easy,' says present-day-Jake, shaking his hair as if to clear away the thoughts before they took root and really became a problem for him.

His little inner pep talk guides him to the receptionist desk. 'Just tell her the condom snapped and I may have cum a little inside. It's not my fault I'm fucking huge,' but even just the thought of it has Jake warming with anxiety.

"Good morning, Jake!" It's not difficult to plaster on his golden boy smile for the receptionist. Everyone at this University buys the absolute shit he sells, never once questioning their star athletes true intentions behind his disarming smile. He could get away with murder.

"Morning," Jake replied, knocking on the wood of the large mahogany desk. All this mahogany and yet all he could smell was you. Cocoa Butter was an all consuming thing.

"Is she in?" He asks, prompting the receptionist to nod. As Jake walks down the mouth of a corridor leading to the offices of tutors, professors and assistant professors, he keeps his head bowed until he reaches your door.

When you let him into the empty office, all thoughts vanished. Storming in his mind were solutions as to how he might divulge his little slip-up.

"Keep the door open, Jake, I don't do scandals." He was enamoured at the sight of you seated behind the large brown desk with your eyes dark and sleepy. Jake already tried to work out the probability of you remaining calm at the knowledge that the condom he used last night had been breached but looking at you here, he knew there was no possible reality in which you wouldn't try to murder him.

He closes the door despite your words and all you do is look up from your paper and sigh.

Seduction, he decided, was his only defence.

“Is there a reason you're bothering me at work?”

"Didn't know assistant professors got their own offices," he says, dropping the rugby ball in a corner beside a stack of mind-numbing philosophy manifestos.

"We don't," you say, never looking up from your paper, "I don't know how long I'm gonna have this space to myself to mark in peace, that's why we have to be quick-

"Quick," Jake's head snaps up, "I can do quick."

Instead of taking note of your eyeballs rolling to the back of your skull, Jake instead focuses on the expanse of your cleavage spilling out of that diabolically tight v-neck. "The conversation, Jake. What do you want? I have essays to mark." You drop the papers in a huff of unbridled academic frustration, effectively giving Jake the opening he needs to walk towards your desk until he's behind your chair. His hands drift over your shoulders, kneading the tense skin until your head is rolling back, away from the work.

"I thought you'd be happy to see your boyfriend,” he loved referring to himself as ‘boyfriend’, it made him secure in his role. “I have an inter-uni game to catch with the boys but I'm gracing you with my presence instead," your eyes flutter closed as you relax back into the security of Jake's hands.

"You really don't have to talk, babe,"

"But this place is so suffocating," Jake huffs, letting his eyes drift over the dark and dreary room flooded with books, papers, old, depressing paintings of old depressing philosophers. "I can feel myself getting smarter just being here. It's disgusting."

You hum as Jake's thumb drifts under the thin fabric of your v-neck, kneading into the tissue surrounding your shoulder blade. "It's almost like there's more to campus than just the rugby field," your him bleeds into a moan as Jake fingers prod at a particularly sensitive bundle of nerves.

"I had no idea," he says with mock sarcasm. You chuckle lightly as you let Jake's fingers coax you into a much needed break. The peace is a welcome getaway from the tedium that came from fixing grammatical issues and spelling errors.

Jake's left hand continues to knead at your back while his right drifts to the front of your neck. He could've been a chiropractor in his past life, Jake thinks idly as he cups the base of your throat until he's turning your head to match his ministrations.

"Fuck," that tiny sound leaving your mouth does everything to focus Jake's attention down on you. His eyes are hooded as he watches you seated before him and he's all too aware of the fact that this angle allows him to see down your top, into the pillowy expanse of your cleavage.

Jake pushes his hardening cock against the back of your high back chair as he continues to massage your back and neck.

And sure, maybe his hand may drift a little lower down your chest while the other continues to work at your neck.

You almost don't catch him when he says, "So hypothetically what would you do if I told you the condom broke-"

Your eyes snap open and you try to rid yourself of Jake's hands but the hand drifting against your cleavage cages you to the chair. No running.

"What the fuck is wrong with you lately?! Did I not tell you I would rather die than let you inject me with your evil spawn-"

Something dark settles on Jake's face as he stops his ministrations.

There's a moment of disorientation before you realise that Jake spun your chair to face him. One hand on the back of the chair as he leans down, with your faces far too close for it not to be inappropriate.

"Would it really be so bad?" He whispers, before tilting his head to slot his mouth against yours.

Luckily your senses are heightened but still rational as you push him away, effectively standing up to create more distance between you two.

Jake, however, sees your plan and instead of letting you act it out, he slots you in between himself and the desk. Your butt pressing against the edge of the wood so there was no escape.

"No Jake," you say in frustration because now Jake's hands were pawing at your hips like he usually did when he was coaxing you into being as horny as he was. "Getting me pregnant wouldn't just be bad-"

"Perfect," he says, dipping down to place a kiss on your collar bone, "So we agree-"

"It'd be catastrophic. I'd abort it immediately." Jake's hands curl into your hips and you watch under furrowed brows as Jake begins to fiddle with the drawstring of his shorts.

"You're catholic," he says before dipping down to undo the buttons of your jeans. "You're not aborting my baby."

You think your boyfriend is utterly delirious, but even more harrowing is the bit of molten attraction stirring in the bottom of your stomach at seeing him so sure of something. So in charge.

His bare arms are glistening from playing rugby under the sweltering sun and his skin has that honey tint that drove you feral with lust.

You hated the urge that plagued your mind to push your thighs tightly together but Jake immediately stops you. He pushes your jeans down, leaving you standing dumbly with your mouth hanging open as he slots himself between your legs. You try to wriggle yourself away but Jake keeps you locked with his hands framing your sides.

"Last night was hot, yeah?" He huffs with his shorts hanging lazily under the bulge of his Calvin Kleins. He presses himself against you, moaning straight into the crook of your neck.

"J-Jeez, Jake," you whimper, unable to stop yourself from lifting your hips to meet his grinding, "Y-You're disturbing me from work-" speaking was growing very difficult, especially because Jake was unclipping your bra from behind. "Cus all you think about is sex-"

"All I think about is sex with you." He clarifies as wriggles you out of the v-neck.

"I don't think that's a crime-" he says, immediately cupping your breasts in his large hands as he pushes his cock further against you. Jake throws his head back before huffing and puffing while he stares down at you needily humping against him.

"You say you don't want it," he swipes his tongue over his bottom lip as he lifts his shirt, "but you're like a pup in heat, babe,"

"F-Fuck, if we're gonna do this, hurry before anyone comes," the words are like music to his ears and his exposed stomach flexes as he hurriedly pulls down his boxers.

You help him out of his shirt, and both your movements are so heated, so clumsy, you don't think you've ever been this wet.

"Fuck- you gotta be quick, big boy, before someone comes, yeah?" You repeat, knowing your boyfriend became completely unresponsive and pussy drunk during sex. Jake hums in weak response, far too focused on jerking himself off…the head of his cock periodically bumping against your clothed cunt.

"Say you want this dick- c'mon, say it-" he urges with heavy eyelids and all the fight is wiped out of you. You lean back, opening your legs to accommodate him further between you and Jake only groans as he jerks his cock.

"J-Jake, you can't cum in me, yeah-"

"Come on, bro," he groans as he brings his hand in between your legs. “Still?!”

His fingers prod at your clit as your hips stutter to meet his hand. "I'm just tryna get it in, why are you being like this?"

You manage to slip out a scoff in between your moaning.

"Y-You're not 'getting it in' until you divulge what on earth you're thinking about that has you this fucking feral." he was operating on neandthral level need and you needed to know what the cause of it was. You needed to know what had your boyfriend so strung out on your body, on the scent of you, at the sight of you.

You want this Jake all the time.

"You're so pretty," he mumbles, instead, with his gaze locked firmly on your cunt. He swipes your panties aside, unwilling to part with the cute pink material yet and you arch your back, inviting him in.

"If I tell you what I'm thinking about…" he says, lining his cock up with your cunt. Your entire back now pressed supine against the desk, "You'll end up pregnant before the end of the day," Jake concludes his statement by ramming his cock into your cunt, effectively lodging all your complaints in the back of your throat. The desk creaks as he continually rams his cock into you in viscous, rough thrusts.

He's a panting mess, watching your body contort in pleasure as your breasts jiggle with every thrust.

"Oh my fucking g- fuck-" Jake hovers over you, never once slowing his movements even when he tweaks your nipples.

"You're so fucking pretty, you know that? Taking this dick so fucking good-"

You clench around him, loving how vulgar he got whenever you had sex. His hair is already messy but it becomes even more so when you drag your fingers through it, discarding the hair tie that kept his black curls rained to the back.

"Oh my god, baby, you're such a slut-" he lets his words slip and it only turns you on more and more as you drag him down for a sloppy kiss. Your hips rise to meet his thrusts, willing your orgasm to crest.

"B-Baby-” he pants, “Pretty Baby, I need to tell you something-" the second those words left his mouth in sloppy succession, your alarm bells were ringing. Even more so when he dipped his hands between your body until he was rubbing furious circles against your clit.

"J-Just, shh, Jakey, I'm close-"

"The condom broke, last night-"

Your hips still, but his continue to fuck into you- continues to rub at your clit until your body can't help but obey.

"WHA- OH FUCK, JUST LIKE THAT-" your seeing stars when the tip of Jake's cock rams against that particular pillow of nerves. "F-Fuck Jakey."

He was still your Jakey and he took that as a sign to continue fucking into you with reckless abandon.

"Gonna fill you up with my cum, again princess?"

"Jake-"

"Yesterday when you were riding me," he says in harsh staccato. His breath is rough and rugged. "A-And your hips were moving just right and your tits- God those tits." He leans back to watch them jiggle underneath them and Jake's balls squeezes in warning. "I just-" his voice cracks as he whines, "I just needed to flood you with my cum, baby-" your cunt squeezes his cock once more and you're both dangerously close to the edge.

"H-Here-'' he says, bringing your hand up to his throat. "Choke m-me, I think I'm gonna cum." His words alone have your back arching off the desk, slipping into your own orgasm.

“J-Jake-” Somehow you still muster the energy to choke him like he wants and that has his hips stuttering and the praises flying from his lips as he says, "F-Fuck, I'm cumming for you, Angel. You're milking my cock- babe-" his hips ram into yours as his eyes squeeze shut. Jake's caught in the ultimate pleasure as he imagines everything from your tits swelling with milk, to him fucking you while you were pregnant.

"O-Oh my fucking god," the amount of cum leaking out of his cock threatens to push him out of you, and you're both huffing in the quiet office air.

Soon you're both hurtling down to your current reality, but still, Jake keeps his hand on your hips, listening to your heartbeat.

"If you really don't want one - I'll go get you a plan b right now-"

"W-wait," you stop him from leavi⁷ng, "Let's... talk about it later. No promises."

Jake smiles, "No promises.”

#enhypen #enhypen x reader #enhypen smut #enhypen headcanons #jake sim x reader #jake sim smut #jake sim fanfic #sim jaeyun smut #sim jaeyun x reader

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moon3verland · 9 months ago

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Offside Love S.JK

·˚ ◌༘₊· ͟͞꒰➳ Sim Jaeyun (Jake) x Fem!Reader GENRE! Angst, Hurt/Comfort ✎SYNOPSIS! Jake Sim, the star soccer player, is dating (Name), but she feels insecure because of his many female fans, including the popular bully Hyeri. As Hyeri and her friends secretly bully (Name), Jake remains unaware, straining their relationship.〘WC:8.5k 〙『 ↳✧･ﾟ Warnings ; Bullying ↳˳;; ❝ ʙᴏᴏᴋꜱʜᴇʟꜰᵕ̈೫

The late afternoon sun bathed the campus of Decelis University in a warm, golden hue. The sound of distant chatter and laughter filled the air as (Name) walked through the bustling courtyard, her backpack slung over one shoulder. She had always loved this time of day, when classes were done, and the campus felt alive with energy. But today, her mind was elsewhere—fixated on a single person. More Undercut

Jake Sim.

The thought of him made her heart flutter. He was her boyfriend, after all, but sometimes it felt surreal. Jake was the golden boy of Decelis—star soccer player, popular, and effortlessly charming. Everyone knew his name; everyone wanted to be around him. He was the kind of guy who could light up a room with just a smile.

And he had chosen her.

It seemed like a dream at first. They’d met in a shared literature class, and at first, (Name) had only known him as the guy who sat at the back, half-listening with his cap pulled low over his forehead. But then, one day, they were paired together for a group project, and everything changed. He wasn’t the aloof jock she’d expected; he was funny, attentive, and surprisingly sweet.

Now, a few months into their relationship, (Name) still found herself wondering how she’d gotten so lucky. But with that luck came a creeping sense of insecurity she couldn’t quite shake. She wasn’t blind to the attention Jake got. Girls constantly hovered around him at practice, in the cafeteria, and even during their walks across campus. It was hard not to notice.

She wasn’t the jealous type—at least, she hadn’t been before. But Jake was special, and she couldn’t help but feel a little anxious about all the attention he received.

She entered the library and made her way to their usual study table. Jake had texted her earlier, saying he would be late from practice, so she pulled out her notebook and started reviewing her notes for the upcoming exam.

As she tried to focus on her studies, a familiar voice interrupted her thoughts.

“Well, well, if it isn’t Miss Perfect,” Hyeri sneered, her voice dripping with mock sweetness. (Name) looked up to see Hyeri standing across the table, her perfectly styled hair and designer clothes instantly drawing attention from everyone nearby. She was flanked by her usual group of friends, all wearing the same smug expressions.

Hyeri was beautiful, confident, and undeniably one of the most popular girls on campus. But she had never been friendly toward (Name). Ever since (Name) and Jake started dating, Hyeri had made it her mission to make (Name)’s life difficult. She would leave cutting remarks whenever they crossed paths and spread subtle rumors, always with a perfectly innocent smile.

“Hey, Hyeri,” (Name) greeted cautiously, trying to keep her tone neutral.

Hyeri’s smile widened. “Waiting for Jake again? It must be so tiring, constantly trying to keep up with him. I mean, he has so many admirers. It’s a wonder he even has time for you.”

(Name) felt a sting in her chest but kept her face composed. “Jake makes time for the people who matter to him,” she replied calmly, though she could feel her hands trembling slightly under the table.

Hyeri’s expression faltered for a moment before she quickly recovered, laughing lightly. “Of course. But, just a little friendly advice—you might want to up your game. Not everyone finds a plain, bookish girl like you interesting for long.”

Before (Name) could respond, Hyeri turned on her heel, her friends following like a well-rehearsed routine. (Name) watched them go, her heart pounding in her chest. She hated how much Hyeri’s words got to her. She knew Jake cared about her, but it was hard not to feel threatened.

She sighed, turning back to her notes, but her concentration was completely shattered. She couldn’t help but wonder if Hyeri was right. What if Jake got bored of her? What if he found someone more exciting, more… everything?

A few minutes later, Jake finally arrived, his face flushed from practice, hair slightly damp with sweat. He was wearing his soccer uniform, the jersey hugging his toned frame. He spotted her immediately, a grin breaking out on his face.

“Hey, sorry I’m late!” he said, dropping his bag on the chair beside her. He leaned down to give her a quick kiss on the cheek, but she pulled away, pretending to focus on her notes.

“Is everything okay?” Jake asked, his smile fading slightly. He could sense the change in her mood immediately.

“Yeah, just a lot on my mind,” (Name) replied, forcing a small smile. “How was practice?”

“It was good. Tough, but good,” Jake said, still eyeing her with concern. He reached over, placing a hand on hers. “You sure you’re alright?”

She nodded quickly. “Yeah, I’m fine. Just tired.”

Jake didn’t look convinced, but he decided not to push her. He knew (Name) well enough to recognize when she needed space. “Alright,” he said softly. “But you know you can talk to me, right? About anything.”

(Name) nodded, but she couldn’t bring herself to open up. How could she tell him about Hyeri’s words without sounding petty or insecure? She didn’t want to be that girlfriend—the one who couldn’t handle a little competition.

Jake squeezed her hand gently, offering a comforting smile. “Hey, don’t worry. Whatever it is, we’ll figure it out together.”

She appreciated his support, but she couldn’t help but feel a pang of guilt. She knew he meant well, but the insecurities were hers to deal with, not his. Still, she managed to return his smile, squeezing his hand back. “Thanks, Jake.”

Jake leaned back in his chair, looking relieved. “Good. Now, let’s focus on this exam. You’re the genius here, so I’m counting on you to help me pass.”

(Name) chuckled, grateful for the light-hearted change in topic. “Alright, let’s get started then. But don’t blame me if you fail.”

Jake laughed. “Deal. But I won’t fail. Not with you around.”

They settled into a comfortable rhythm of study, but (Name)’s mind kept drifting back to Hyeri’s words. She hoped she could push them away, but something told her it wouldn’t be that easy.

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The next few days passed in a blur of classes, soccer practice, and study sessions. (Name) tried to push her insecurities to the back of her mind, focusing instead on her studies and her time with Jake. But no matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t shake the feeling of doubt that crept in whenever she saw him surrounded by his admirers.

It didn’t help that Hyeri seemed to be everywhere lately, her presence like a shadow that (Name) couldn’t escape. She’d catch glimpses of Hyeri in the hallways, always with that knowing smirk, always whispering something to her friends whenever (Name) walked by.

On Thursday, (Name) decided to stay late at the library to catch up on her assignments. She’d promised Jake she’d meet him after his practice, but she needed some time to herself first. The library was mostly empty, the quiet hum of the air conditioning the only sound in the otherwise silent space.

She found a secluded corner and sat down, pulling out her books and trying to concentrate. But her thoughts kept drifting back to Jake. She knew he loved her; he’d never given her a reason to doubt him. But she couldn’t help wondering if she was enough for him.

Was she interesting enough? Pretty enough? Could she really keep his attention when he was constantly surrounded by so many beautiful, confident girls like Hyeri?

Just as she was about to lose herself in another spiral of doubt, a sharp voice cut through the silence.

“Oh, look who it is,” Hyeri’s voice rang out, echoing through the quiet library. (Name) looked up to see Hyeri approaching, a smug grin on her face. She was flanked by two of her friends, who snickered as they followed her lead.

“What do you want, Hyeri?” (Name) asked, keeping her voice calm and her gaze steady.

Hyeri chuckled, crossing her arms. “Just wanted to check on you, make sure you’re not feeling too… overwhelmed. I mean, dating Jake must be exhausting. All those girls throwing themselves at him… it’s got to be tough.”

(Name) felt her heart rate quicken, but she refused to give Hyeri the satisfaction of seeing her react. “Jake and I are fine. Thanks for your concern,” she said, her tone polite but firm.

Hyeri raised an eyebrow, her smile widening. “Are you, though? Because, honestly, I’ve been seeing a lot of him around lately… and not with you.”

The words were like a knife twisting in her gut, but (Name) held her ground. “Jake has practice and games; he’s busy. But he always makes time for me.”

Hyeri laughed. “If you say so. But remember, sweetie, there’s always someone waiting to take your place. Someone who can keep up with him in every way.”

(Name) felt a surge of anger. “Why do you care so much about what Jake and I do?”

Hyeri’s smile faltered for a split second, but she quickly recovered. “I’m just looking out for you. Wouldn’t want you to get hurt when you’re so… out of your depth.”

(Name) clenched her fists under the table, trying to stay calm. “I’m not going anywhere, Hyeri. So, whatever you’re trying to do, it’s not going to work.”

Hyeri’s smile turned cold. “We’ll see about that.” With a final, disdainful look, she turned and walked away, her friends trailing behind her.

(Name) let out a breath she hadn’t realized she was holding, her hands trembling slightly. She hated how much Hyeri got to her. She hated feeling this way—unsure and insecure, constantly questioning herself.

She glanced at the time on her phone. Jake’s practice would be over soon. She needed to clear her head before she saw him. She packed up her things and headed out of the library, deciding to take the long way to the field.

As she approached the soccer field, she saw the team wrapping up their practice. Jake was in the center, laughing with his teammates, his jersey clinging to his frame, hair damp with sweat. He looked so at ease, so confident. She felt a pang in her chest, a mix of love and doubt swirling inside her.

He spotted her from across the field and waved, his face breaking into that bright, boyish grin that always made her heart skip a beat.

“Hey!” he called, jogging over to her. “You’re here early. I thought you were going to be at the library until late.”

“I finished up sooner than I thought,” she replied, trying to sound casual. “Figured I’d come watch the end of practice.”

Jake chuckled. “Well, you missed the best part—me scoring the winning goal in our scrimmage.”

(Name) smiled, but it didn’t quite reach her eyes. “I’m sure you were great, as always.”

Jake tilted his head, noticing the slight edge in her voice. “Hey, are you okay? You seem… off.”

“I’m fine,” she said quickly, then sighed. “Just… a long day.”

Jake studied her for a moment, then reached out to tuck a loose strand of hair behind her ear. “You know you can talk to me, right? About anything.”

(Name) nodded, feeling a lump form in her throat. She wanted to tell him about Hyeri, about everything that had been bothering her. But she didn’t want to sound like she was complaining or insecure. She knew Jake loved her, and she didn’t want to come across as needy.

“I know,” she whispered. “I just… I’m fine, really.”

Jake frowned but didn’t press further. He leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to her forehead. “Okay, but if you need to talk, I’m here. Always.”

She nodded, trying to hold back the tears that threatened to spill. “I know,” she whispered again, leaning into his touch.

As they walked away from the field, Jake’s arm draped over her shoulders, (Name) felt the weight of her insecurities settle in her chest. She knew she needed to find a way to deal with them, to stop letting Hyeri get under her skin. But she also knew that it wouldn’t be easy.

For now, she would just hold on to Jake’s warmth and try to believe that everything would be okay.

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Over the next few days, (Name) tried to shake off the encounter with Hyeri, but the words kept echoing in her mind. Every time she saw Jake surrounded by his female fans, her heart clenched with a mix of jealousy and fear. She hated feeling this way—so uncertain, so fragile. But she couldn't help it.

Jake, ever the social butterfly, didn't notice the subtle change in her mood at first. He continued his usual routine, grinning and waving at everyone who crossed his path, chatting with teammates and classmates alike. He’d often invite (Name) to join him, but she found herself making excuses to avoid the large crowds. She couldn’t stand being around the girls who so openly fawned over him, who looked at her like she was just a temporary fixture in his life.

But Jake was perceptive. He soon noticed the hesitation in her eyes, the way she would look away whenever one of his admirers approached. He’d catch her staring at the ground or fiddling with her fingers, and it didn't sit right with him.

One afternoon, after soccer practice, he decided to confront her. They were walking toward the student café, Jake’s arm casually slung over her shoulders. He felt her tense under his touch, and his brows furrowed in concern.

“(Name), what’s going on?” Jake asked, stopping in his tracks. “You’ve been… distant lately. Did I do something?”

(Name) looked up, startled by his directness. “No, Jake, it’s not you. I’m just… tired, I guess.”

He shook his head, not buying her vague excuse. “Tired? You’ve been tired for days. Come on, babe, talk to me. I can’t help if you don’t tell me what’s wrong.”

She sighed, her eyes avoiding his. “It’s nothing, really. I just… I’ve got a lot on my mind.”

Jake gently cupped her chin, tilting her face up to meet his gaze. “Like what? You know you can tell me anything.”

She hesitated, biting her lip. Should she tell him about Hyeri? About the bullying, the snide comments, and the doubt that had been gnawing at her for weeks? But what if he thought she was being childish, or worse, weak? She swallowed, trying to muster up her courage.

“It's… just some stuff with Hyeri,” she finally muttered. “She and her friends have been giving me a hard time.”

Jake’s face darkened immediately, his grip on her chin tightening slightly. “Hyeri? What’s she been saying to you?”

(Name) shook her head. “Nothing… nothing you need to worry about.”

Jake’s jaw clenched. “Tell me, (Name). What has she been saying?”

She sighed, knowing he wouldn’t let it go. “Just… stuff about how I’m not good enough for you. That there are other girls who are better for you.”

Jake’s expression hardened, his eyes flashing with anger. “She said that to you?”

(Name) nodded, her heart pounding. “Yeah… but it’s not a big deal. I can handle it.”

Jake’s hand slid down to grip hers, squeezing it tightly. “It is a big deal. I don’t want anyone making you feel like that. I’ll talk to her—”

“No!” (Name) interrupted, her eyes widening. “Please, Jake, don’t. It’ll just make things worse.”

Jake hesitated, torn between wanting to protect her and respecting her wishes. “But she’s hurting you, (Name). I can’t just stand by and let that happen.”

(Name) squeezed his hand back, her voice soft. “I know, but… if you confront her, she’ll just make it worse. And I don’t want you to get dragged into it.”

Jake sighed, running a hand through his hair. “Okay… okay. But if she does anything else, you tell me. Promise?”

(Name) nodded, relieved that he wasn’t pushing it further. “I promise.”

Jake pulled her into a tight hug, resting his chin on top of her head. “I just want you to be happy, you know that, right?”

She nodded, closing her eyes as she leaned into his embrace. “I know.”

But deep down, a small voice whispered that it wasn’t just about Hyeri. It was about her own fears and insecurities, about feeling like she didn’t belong in Jake’s world—a world filled with confidence and charm, where she always felt like an outsider.

That night, as (Name) lay in bed, staring up at the ceiling, she couldn’t stop thinking about Jake’s words. He wanted her to be happy, but she wasn’t sure she even knew how to be happy right now.

Her phone buzzed, and she picked it up, seeing a message from Jake:

Jake: I’m here if you need to talk, okay? About anything.

She smiled a little, her heart warming at his concern.

(Name): Thanks, Jake. I appreciate it.

Jake: Seriously, I mean it. I hate seeing you upset. You’re everything to me, babe.

Her smile widened, and she felt a flutter in her chest. Maybe… maybe she was worrying too much. Maybe she just needed to trust Jake more.

She put her phone down, deciding that tomorrow, she’d try to be more open with him, let him in on what she was feeling. Maybe then, they could work through this together.

But little did she know, Hyeri wasn’t done yet.

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The next few days passed in a tense blur. (Name) tried her best to keep up appearances, to act like everything was normal. She wanted to believe Jake’s words, to trust in their relationship, but every time she saw Hyeri or one of her friends sneering at her from across the campus, her confidence wavered.

She avoided Jake's fan club and the soccer field, choosing to spend her time buried in books or at her part-time job at the library. Even though Jake would text her constantly, asking her to come watch him practice or join him and his friends, she often made excuses, saying she had too much homework or wasn’t feeling well.

Jake wasn’t blind—he could see the change in her. He noticed the way she avoided his friends, the way she seemed more withdrawn. His frustration grew, but he tried to keep it in check, knowing she needed time. But he was determined to get to the bottom of this.

One day, after a particularly grueling practice, Jake sat on the bleachers, his face set in a frown. His teammate and best friend, Sunghoon, nudged him with his shoulder. “Hey, man, what’s with the long face?”

Jake sighed, running a hand through his damp hair. “It’s (Name). She’s been acting weird lately. I think something’s going on, but she won’t talk to me about it.”

Sunghoon leaned back, stretching out his legs. “Have you tried asking her directly?”

“Yeah, but she keeps saying everything’s fine. I know it’s not.” Jake shook his head. “I think it has something to do with Hyeri.”

Sunghoon raised an eyebrow. “Hyeri? That girl’s trouble, man. If she’s involved, it’s definitely not good.”

Jake clenched his jaw. “I know, and I’ve tried to get (Name) to open up, but she doesn’t want me to confront Hyeri. She thinks it’ll make things worse.”

Sunghoon nodded thoughtfully. “Maybe she’s right. But you can’t just sit back and do nothing, either.”

Jake stood up, determination burning in his eyes. “Yeah. I’m going to find out what’s going on.”

The next day, Jake was on high alert. He watched as (Name) moved through her day, always with a slightly anxious look in her eyes, glancing over her shoulder as if expecting something—or someone. He felt his frustration building; he hated seeing her like this, so on edge and unhappy.

During lunch, Jake spotted Hyeri and her clique at their usual table, laughing loudly, tossing their perfect hair, and occasionally casting disdainful glances in (Name)’s direction. Something inside Jake snapped.

He walked over, his steps purposeful and determined. The table quieted as he approached, all eyes turning toward him. Hyeri’s expression shifted into a coy smile. “Jake, what a surprise,” she purred. “What brings you here?”

Jake’s face was stone-cold. “We need to talk.”

Hyeri feigned innocence, blinking up at him with wide eyes. “Oh? About what?”

“About you leaving (Name) alone,” Jake replied, his voice low and menacing. “I know you’ve been harassing her.”

Hyeri’s smile faltered, but she quickly recovered, letting out a soft laugh. “Harassing? Oh, Jake, you’ve got it all wrong. We were just… chatting. Girls talk, you know?”

Jake leaned in closer, his eyes narrowing. “Cut the crap, Hyeri. I know what you’re doing, and I’m telling you to stop. Now.”

Hyeri’s eyes flashed with anger, but she kept her voice sweet. “I don’t know what she’s told you, but it sounds like she’s just trying to make me look bad. Why would I care about her, anyway? She’s nothing.”

Jake’s fists clenched at his sides. “She’s not nothing,” he said firmly. “She’s everything to me. And if you don’t back off, you’ll regret it.”

Hyeri’s smile turned cold. “Is that a threat, Jake?”

“It’s a promise,” he shot back, before turning on his heel and walking away.

Hyeri’s expression darkened as she watched him go. “Fine,” she muttered under her breath. “If he wants to play that game, then so be it.”

Later that evening, Jake went to (Name)’s dorm. He knocked on her door, his heart racing with a mix of anger and concern. When she opened it, she looked surprised to see him. “Jake? What are you doing here?”

He stepped inside, closing the door behind him. “We need to talk,” he said, his tone serious.

(Name) felt a knot form in her stomach. “About what?”

“About Hyeri,” Jake replied, his eyes searching hers. “I confronted her today.”

(Name) felt her heart drop. “Jake, I told you not to—”

“I couldn’t just stand by and let her treat you like that!” he cut her off, his voice strained. “She’s been making your life hell, and I’m not okay with it.”

(Name) sighed, rubbing her temples. “I know, but now it’s going to be worse. She’s not going to stop just because you told her to.”

Jake’s expression softened slightly. “I don’t care if she stops or not. I care about you. And I can’t stand seeing you this unhappy.”

(Name) looked away, biting her lip. “It’s not just about her, Jake. It’s… everything. All the girls who like you, who want to be with you… It makes me feel like I’m not enough.”

Jake’s heart ached at her words. He reached out, gently cupping her face in his hands. “(Name), look at me.” She hesitated but finally met his gaze. “You are more than enough for me. I don’t care about those other girls. I only care about you. You’re the one I want. The only one.”

Tears welled up in her eyes, and she nodded, feeling a small bit of relief. “I just… I hate feeling like this. I don’t want to be insecure, but it’s hard when I see how perfect they are.”

Jake shook his head. “They’re not perfect. They’re just loud. You’re the one who’s special. You’re smart, kind, beautiful… everything I could ever want.”

She let out a shaky breath, leaning into his touch. “I’m sorry, Jake. I’m trying.”

Jake pulled her into his arms, holding her close. “I know, babe. And I’m here for you. Always.”

For a moment, they stood there in silence, just holding each other. But (Name) knew that this wasn’t over. Hyeri wasn’t going to back down easily, and there was still a long way to go. But at least she knew she had Jake by her side.

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The days following Jake’s confrontation with Hyeri were tense. (Name) tried to brace herself for what was coming, knowing Hyeri wouldn’t take Jake’s warning lightly. As much as she appreciated Jake standing up for her, she couldn’t shake the feeling that things were about to get much worse.

It started small. A few whispered insults in the hallway, snide comments thrown her way when she walked past. (Name) tried to ignore them, keeping her head down and focusing on her studies. But Hyeri wasn’t satisfied with subtlety.

One afternoon, (Name) found her locker door slightly ajar. Frowning, she opened it to find a pile of crumpled papers, candy wrappers, and a half-eaten sandwich shoved inside. Her textbooks were scribbled over with permanent marker, and her neatly organized notes were torn to shreds. Her heart sank, a wave of humiliation washing over her as she looked around. A few students snickered from a distance, watching her reaction with amused expressions.

She took a deep breath, trying to keep herself from breaking down. She had expected Hyeri to lash out, but this felt personal—crueler than before. Swallowing her pride, she quickly cleaned up the mess, shoving the ruined papers into her bag. She didn’t want to give Hyeri the satisfaction of seeing her cry.

That evening, she sat alone in her dorm room, staring at the ruined notes. Her frustration built up, her chest tightening with anger and hurt. She felt trapped, unable to confront Hyeri directly for fear of making things worse, yet unable to ignore the constant harassment.

Just as she felt tears welling up, her phone buzzed. A message from Jake:

“Meet me outside in five?”

She sighed, wiping her eyes. The last thing she wanted was for Jake to see her like this, but she also knew she couldn’t keep avoiding him. She grabbed her jacket and headed out.

Jake was waiting by the entrance, his hands shoved in his pockets. When he saw her, he smiled, but the smile faded quickly when he noticed her red-rimmed eyes. “Hey… What happened?”

(Name) shook her head, trying to smile. “It’s nothing. Just… had a rough day.”

Jake frowned, stepping closer. “You’ve been having a lot of rough days lately. Is it Hyeri?”

She hesitated, then nodded slowly. “She messed with my locker today. Ruined all my notes and textbooks. I don’t know how much more of this I can take, Jake.”

His expression darkened, his jaw clenching. “I’m sorry. I thought… I thought talking to her would make her stop, but I guess I underestimated her.”

(Name) sighed. “I just don’t know what to do. I don’t want to drag you into this any more than I already have.”

Jake shook his head firmly. “You’re not dragging me into anything. I’m already in this with you, whether you like it or not.” He reached out, gently brushing a tear from her cheek. “We’re going to figure this out together, okay?”

She nodded, leaning into his touch. “Okay… but I just don’t know how.”

Jake was silent for a moment, then his eyes lit up with an idea. “I think it’s time we play this a little smarter. If Hyeri wants to act like a bully, then maybe we need to show her that she can’t push you around without consequences.”

(Name) looked at him, puzzled. “What do you mean?”

Jake grinned, a mischievous glint in his eye. “I have an idea. But it’s going to require some guts and a bit of creativity.”

She raised an eyebrow. “What kind of idea?”

“Let’s just say,” Jake smirked, “we’re going to give Hyeri a taste of her own medicine, but in a way that shows her she can’t mess with you—or us.”

Over the next few days, Jake’s plan slowly took shape. He started by gathering information. He watched Hyeri and her friends closely, taking note of their routines, their favorite hangouts, and the little things they valued. He recruited Sunghoon and a few of his soccer teammates, who were more than happy to help, tired of Hyeri’s antics and eager to support Jake and (Name).

Meanwhile, (Name) focused on keeping up her appearance of being unaffected. She attended classes, smiled in the hallways, and ignored Hyeri’s taunts as much as she could. It wasn’t easy, but she felt a new sense of determination growing within her, fueled by Jake’s support and her own desire to stand up for herself.

One day, as (Name) was leaving the library, she received a text from Jake:

“Meet me by the soccer field. It’s time for phase one.”

Excitement and nerves fluttered in her stomach as she made her way to the field. Jake was already there, leaning casually against the bleachers, his soccer teammates gathered around him. When he saw her, he smiled and waved her over.

“Okay, here’s the plan,” Jake began, his tone serious. “Hyeri and her friends are always at that little café off-campus on Fridays, right?”

(Name) nodded. “Yeah, they go there after their study group.”

Jake grinned. “Perfect. We’re going to create a little… inconvenience for them. Nothing too drastic, but enough to make them think twice before messing with you again.”

(Name) raised an eyebrow. “What kind of inconvenience?”

Jake leaned in, lowering his voice. “Let’s just say they’re going to find their favorite table reserved for someone else… with a little surprise waiting for them.”

Sunghoon chuckled. “And by surprise, we mean a group of very rowdy, very enthusiastic freshman boys who think Hyeri’s group is there for a… study date.”

(Name) couldn’t help but laugh. “Are you serious?”

Jake nodded, his eyes twinkling with mischief. “Dead serious. It’s harmless, but it’ll throw them off their game. And if they react badly… well, the whole café will see their true colors.”

(Name) giggled, feeling a weight lift from her shoulders. “Okay, I’m in. Let’s do this.”

That Friday, (Name) sat with Jake and his teammates at a nearby table in the café, watching as the plan unfolded. As expected, Hyeri and her group arrived and headed straight for their usual spot, only to find it occupied by a group of loud, overeager freshmen.

Hyeri’s face twisted in annoyance, and she tried to shoo the boys away, but they didn’t budge. Soon, the whole café was watching, amused at the spectacle.

Jake leaned over to (Name), whispering, “See? This is just the beginning. We’ll make sure Hyeri learns that she can’t keep getting away with this.”

(Name) nodded, feeling a surge of confidence. For the first time in weeks, she felt like she had a chance to take control of her situation. And with Jake by her side, she was ready for whatever came next.

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The café buzzed with hushed conversations and soft laughter, all eyes on Hyeri and her friends as they struggled to maintain their composure. Hyeri’s face was a mask of irritation, her cheeks flushed with embarrassment as the freshmen continued their antics, oblivious to her growing fury.

One of the freshmen, a particularly eager boy named Minsoo, leaned in closer to Hyeri with a wide grin. “So, what’s your favorite subject?” he asked, his voice a little too loud, drawing even more attention.

Hyeri’s eyes narrowed. “Get. Out. Of. My. Way,” she hissed, but Minsoo didn’t seem to take the hint.

Jake and (Name) watched from their table, trying to hide their laughter behind their drinks. (Name) felt a rush of satisfaction, seeing Hyeri squirm under the unwanted attention. For the first time in a long while, she felt a sense of control over her life, and it was exhilarating.

Hyeri finally snapped, standing up abruptly and knocking her chair over. “This is ridiculous!” she shouted, her voice echoing through the café. “Who let these idiots in here?”

The manager, an older woman with a stern expression, approached cautiously. “Miss, I’ll have to ask you to calm down or leave,” she said firmly.

Hyeri’s face turned a deeper shade of red. “Do you even know who I am?” she demanded, but the manager remained unfazed.

(Name) could see the tension building, the entire café now engrossed in the scene. Jake leaned closer, his voice low. “Wait for it…”

At that moment, Sunghoon, pretending to be an innocent bystander, approached Hyeri’s table. “Hey, Hyeri, I think everyone’s watching,” he said with a mock-concerned tone, loud enough for everyone to hear.

Hyeri’s eyes widened, realizing that all eyes were indeed on her, and she let out an exasperated growl. “Come on, let’s go,” she muttered to her friends, storming out of the café in a huff, her minions trailing behind her.

As soon as they were out of sight, the café erupted in quiet cheers and giggles. Jake leaned back with a satisfied grin. “Mission accomplished.”

(Name) couldn’t help but laugh, feeling a mix of relief and triumph. “That was… actually kind of brilliant,” she admitted, looking at Jake with newfound admiration.

Jake shrugged, a playful smile tugging at his lips. “I told you, we’re just getting started.”

The next day, the story of Hyeri’s humiliation spread like wildfire throughout the campus. The once-feared queen bee had been dethroned in the most public way possible, and people were talking. (Name) received a few encouraging smiles from strangers, and even her professors seemed to be in on the gossip.

But (Name) knew better than to think Hyeri would let this slide. She braced herself for whatever retaliation might come. She knew Hyeri well enough to know that the girl would not take this public embarrassment lying down.

Sure enough, by midday, rumors began circulating that Hyeri was planning something big. (Name) overheard snippets of conversation in the halls—something about a party, something about revenge. Her heart sank a little, but she kept her head high. She wouldn’t let Hyeri see that she was afraid.

As she walked to her next class, Jake caught up with her, falling into step beside her. “Hey, you okay?” he asked, his expression more serious than usual.

(Name) nodded. “Yeah, just… you know, waiting for the other shoe to drop.”

Jake frowned. “I heard about the party. Are you worried?”

She shrugged. “A little. But I guess I knew this was coming. Hyeri isn’t the type to just… let things go.”

Jake’s expression hardened. “Don’t worry. I won’t let her get to you. Not again.”

(Name) smiled softly, touched by his determination. “Thanks, Jake. I mean it. I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

He stopped walking, turning to face her fully. “You don’t have to thank me. You deserve to feel safe. To be happy.” His voice was earnest, his eyes locking onto hers.

Before she could respond, Jake’s phone buzzed. He glanced down at it, his brow furrowing. “Speak of the devil,” he muttered, showing (Name) the screen. It was a text from Hyeri:

“You think you’re clever, Sim? Let’s see how clever you are when your precious little girlfriend is humiliated in front of the whole school. See you at the party.”

(Name)’s stomach twisted with anxiety. “What does she mean?”

Jake’s jaw clenched. “I don’t know, but we’re going to find out. And whatever it is, we’re going to stop her.”

Later that afternoon, Jake and (Name) sat with Sunghoon and a few of their close friends in the campus café, strategizing. “We need to be prepared for anything,” Jake said, leaning over the table. “Hyeri’s not going to hold back, so we shouldn’t either.”

Sunghoon nodded. “I can ask around, see if anyone knows more about what she’s planning. She might have let something slip.”

(Name) sighed. “I just don’t want this to turn into some kind of war. I just want her to leave me alone.”

Jake reached over, squeezing her hand. “I know. But she needs to understand that she can’t just push people around and get away with it.”

They spent the next hour planning, going over different scenarios and coming up with counter-strategies. Jake was determined to be one step ahead of Hyeri, to make sure whatever she had planned backfired.

Finally, they agreed to attend the party together, but with a clear plan in place. “We stick together,” Jake said firmly. “And if anything happens, we’re ready.”

(Name) nodded, feeling a mixture of dread and anticipation. She wasn’t looking forward to whatever Hyeri had up her sleeve, but she felt comforted by the support of Jake and their friends.

Jake smiled, squeezing her hand once more. “Whatever happens, we’re in this together.”

(Name) took a deep breath, nodding. “Together.”

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The night of the party arrived, and the atmosphere was electric. The house was filled with students, music blaring, lights flashing. (Name) felt a knot of anxiety in her stomach as they stepped inside, Jake’s hand firmly gripping hers.

Jake scanned the crowd, his expression tense. “Stay close,” he murmured.

They made their way through the crowd, exchanging polite nods and smiles. (Name) felt her nerves slowly calming, the familiar warmth of Jake’s presence reassuring her. But as they moved deeper into the house, she spotted Hyeri across the room, watching them with a cold, calculating smile.

Hyeri sauntered over, her friends flanking her like a pack of wolves. “Oh, look who decided to show up,” she sneered. “I hope you’re ready for a fun night, (Name).”

Jake stepped in front of (Name), his voice low and firm. “Whatever you’re planning, Hyeri, it’s not going to work.”

Hyeri’s smile widened. “We’ll see about that,” she purred. “You might want to keep a closer eye on your little girlfriend, Jake. You never know who might be looking to… have a little fun.”

Before (Name) could process her words, Hyeri turned on her heel and disappeared into the crowd, leaving a trail of hushed whispers in her wake.

(Name) felt a chill run down her spine. “What do you think she meant by that?”

Jake’s grip tightened around her hand. “I don’t know, but whatever it is, we’re not letting her win.”

As the night wore on, (Name) couldn’t shake the feeling that something was about to happen. The tension was palpable, the air thick with anticipation. She stayed close to Jake, trying to keep her nerves in check.

Then, just as the clock struck midnight, the lights suddenly went out. The room was plunged into darkness, and a hushed silence fell over the crowd.

“Stay close to me,” Jake whispered, pulling (Name) closer.

A spotlight flickered on, illuminating the center of the room where Hyeri stood, a microphone in hand. Her smile was wide, almost sinister. “Ladies and gentlemen,” she announced, her voice ringing out over the silent room, “I have a special announcement to make.”

(Name)’s heart pounded in her chest. She glanced at Jake, who looked equally tense. “What is she doing?” she whispered.

Jake’s eyes narrowed. “I don’t know, but whatever it is, we’re ready.”

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Hyeri's smile broadened as she paced slowly around the center of the room, basking in the attention. The crowd murmured in anticipation, curious and eager to see what drama she was about to unfold. (Name) could feel the anxiety tightening in her chest, her heart racing as she squeezed Jake's hand. She knew Hyeri wouldn’t have brought everyone’s attention to herself without a reason.

“Tonight,” Hyeri continued, her voice dripping with faux sweetness, “is a night to celebrate friendships, old and new. But, it’s also a night to remind some people of their place.” Her eyes flicked briefly toward (Name), and (Name) felt a cold shiver run down her spine.

Jake’s grip tightened around her hand. “Stay calm,” he whispered, his eyes never leaving Hyeri. “She wants a reaction.”

Hyeri clapped her hands, and suddenly, the large screen behind her flickered to life. (Name) felt a lump form in her throat as images began to flash across the screen—pictures of her, taken secretly over the past few weeks. In class, walking on campus, sitting alone in the library, even a few of her and Jake together, laughing. The crowd gasped and whispered as the images continued to play.

“Recognize anyone?” Hyeri asked, her voice mocking and playful. “Our little (Name) here seems to have quite the admirer, don’t you think?”

(Name) felt her face flush with embarrassment. The pictures weren't anything compromising, but the very fact that someone had been following her, taking photos without her knowledge, sent a wave of discomfort and fear washing over her. Jake was fuming, his expression dark and dangerous.

“What the hell is this, Hyeri?” Jake demanded, stepping forward slightly, shielding (Name) with his body. “This is low, even for you.”

Hyeri laughed lightly, as if Jake had just told a joke. “Oh, don’t be so dramatic, Jake. I just thought everyone should see how precious little (Name) has been… living her life. Don’t you think she’s just adorable?”

The crowd was murmuring louder now, a mix of shock, curiosity, and discomfort. (Name) wanted to disappear, to melt into the floor and escape this public humiliation.

Jake’s voice was low and cold. “Turn it off. Now.”

Hyeri shrugged, a malicious grin on her face. “Oh, but why? We’re just getting started.” She gestured, and the images changed, now showing photoshopped images of (Name) in compromising situations, ones that were clearly fake but still enough to make (Name)’s blood run cold. The laughter from the crowd grew louder.

“See, (Name)?” Hyeri continued, her voice dripping with insincerity. “This is what happens when you try to play in a league you don’t belong in. Stick to your books and stay out of my way, and maybe next time, I won’t have to make things so… entertaining.”

Jake had had enough. He surged forward, pulling (Name) behind him. “Shut it down, Hyeri, or I will,” he threatened, his voice like ice. The intensity in his eyes sent a clear message: he was done playing games.

Hyeri seemed unfazed, but there was a flicker of hesitation in her eyes. “Oh, what are you going to do, Jake? Hit a girl?” she taunted.

Jake smirked, his calm returning as he reached into his pocket and pulled out his phone. “I don’t need to hit you. But I do have friends who’d be very interested in knowing what you’re up to… including the dean and the campus police. How do you think your daddy’s going to feel about his precious princess getting expelled?”

For the first time, Hyeri’s smile faltered. “You wouldn’t dare…”

Jake’s smile widened, dangerous and confident. “Try me.” He pressed a button, and suddenly a recording of Hyeri’s earlier taunts and threats played through the speakers of the room. The crowd gasped again, turning their attention back to Hyeri, whose face had gone pale.

(Name) felt a surge of pride and relief. Jake had been prepared. He knew Hyeri would try something and had come armed with his own evidence.

“Now,” Jake continued, his voice carrying across the room, “if you don’t shut this down and apologize, I will make sure everyone, including your father, knows exactly what you’ve been up to. And trust me, I have more than enough proof to back it up.”

Hyeri’s face twisted in anger and fear. She knew she was cornered. With a huff, she waved at the tech guy controlling the screen. “Turn it off,” she snapped, and the screen went dark.

The room was filled with a tense silence. Hyeri glared at Jake, her fists clenched. “This isn’t over,” she spat, before turning on her heel and storming out of the room, her minions trailing after her like lost puppies.

The crowd erupted into murmurs, and (Name) felt the tension in her chest slowly dissipate. Jake turned to her, his expression softening. “You okay?” he asked gently.

(Name) nodded, though her hands were still shaking. “I… I think so. Thank you, Jake.”

Jake smiled, wrapping an arm around her shoulders. “You don’t have to thank me. She messed with the wrong person, and I wasn’t going to let her get away with it.”

The room began to fill with quiet applause and cheers, people coming up to (Name) to offer words of support. Jake squeezed her hand, a proud smile on his face. “Come on, let’s get out of here,” he whispered. “I think we’ve had enough drama for one night.”

(Name) nodded, feeling a wave of gratitude and affection for Jake. “Yeah,” she agreed softly, leaning into him as they made their way out of the house and into the cool night air. She knew there would be more challenges ahead, but with Jake by her side, she felt like she could handle anything.

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The night air was cool and crisp as Jake led (Name) down the quiet path away from the frat house. His arm was still wrapped protectively around her, and every now and then, he’d give her hand a gentle squeeze as if to reassure her that she was safe now.

(Name) leaned into his side, the warmth of his body calming her nerves. Her mind replayed the events of the evening—Hyeri’s cruel scheme, the embarrassment of those photos, and then Jake stepping up to defend her in a way she hadn’t expected. The relief she felt in his presence was overwhelming, but it also made her heart ache with a strange mixture of joy and uncertainty.

Jake was quiet as they walked, his expression softer now but still a little tense. She wondered if he was upset about how things had unfolded or if he was thinking about how she had been dragged into the mess because of him.

They stopped when they reached the small campus park, the dimly lit path framed by large oak trees and benches scattered around. Jake gently guided her toward one of the benches, and they both sat down. The silence between them stretched, but it wasn’t uncomfortable. It was more like a pause, a moment to gather thoughts before speaking.

“Jake,” (Name) began, her voice quiet but steady. She felt like she needed to say something, to break the tension in the air. “Thank you for what you did back there. I don’t think I’ve ever been so embarrassed in my life, but… you stood up for me.”

Jake turned to her, his eyes softening even more at her words. “You don’t need to thank me, (Name),” he said, his voice gentle. “I wasn’t going to let Hyeri or anyone else hurt you like that. She crossed a line, and I wasn’t going to just stand there and do nothing.”

She smiled weakly, looking down at her hands in her lap. “I guess… I just didn’t expect you to be so—” She paused, searching for the right word. “—so protective. You’ve got so much going on with soccer, the frat, and all those people who want your attention. I guess I thought I was just… another part of your life.”

Jake’s brows furrowed, and he shifted closer to her. “Hey,” he said softly, lifting her chin with his fingers so their eyes met. “You’re not just another part of my life, okay? You’re important to me, (Name). Really important. And I’m sorry if I haven’t made that clear enough.”

Her heart fluttered at his words, but the lingering insecurity from earlier gnawed at her. “It’s just… I know how popular you are, Jake. I see the way people look at you—the way girls look at you. And Hyeri… she’s right in a way. I don’t belong in your world. I’m not like them.”

Jake’s expression softened as he cupped her face with both hands, his thumbs gently brushing her cheeks. “(Name), you don’t have to be like them. I don’t want you to be like them. I like you for who you are—just you. You’re smart, kind, and you keep me grounded in a way no one else can.”

Her eyes began to well up with tears, but she held them back, biting her lip as she listened to his heartfelt words.

“I know I can be a little… clueless sometimes,” Jake continued with a small, self-deprecating smile. “I didn’t see what Hyeri was doing to you, and I’m sorry for that. But I promise, I’m not going to let anyone make you feel like you’re not enough, because to me… you’re more than enough. You’re everything.”

The sincerity in his voice, the way he looked at her as if she was the only person in the world that mattered, made her heart swell. She had always known that Jake was sweet beneath the frat-boy exterior, but hearing him say these words—it was like every insecurity she’d ever had about their relationship was melting away.

A tear slipped down her cheek, and Jake gently wiped it away with his thumb. “Hey, don’t cry,” he whispered, his voice soft and soothing. “I didn’t mean to make you sad.”

She shook her head, a small laugh escaping her. “No, it’s not that,” she said, her voice slightly choked with emotion. “I’m just… happy. I didn’t expect you to say all of that.”

Jake smiled, his own eyes glimmering with affection. He leaned in closer, his forehead resting gently against hers. “You make me want to be better,” he whispered. “I’ve never felt this way about anyone before. And honestly? I don’t want to feel this way about anyone else.”

Her breath caught in her throat at his confession. The warmth of his words and the closeness of his presence made her feel like everything was falling into place. She couldn’t hold back anymore.

“I love you, Jake,” she whispered, her voice soft but steady.

Jake’s eyes widened slightly in surprise, but then his lips curled into the most genuine, heart-melting smile she had ever seen. Without hesitation, he closed the gap between them, pressing his lips to hers in a slow, tender kiss that spoke louder than any words could.

The world around them seemed to disappear, leaving only the two of them, wrapped in the warmth of each other’s affection. The kiss was sweet, soft, and filled with all the feelings they had been holding back for so long.

When they finally pulled away, Jake’s forehead rested against hers again, and he smiled against her lips. “I love you too, (Name),” he murmured, his voice full of warmth and sincerity. “More than you know.”

Her heart felt like it was about to burst with happiness. She wrapped her arms around him, holding him close, and he pulled her into his chest, resting his chin on top of her head.

For a long moment, they sat there in the quiet night, holding each other close, their hearts beating in sync. It was peaceful, it was perfect, and it was everything she had ever hoped for.

Without a word, Jake leaned in and kissed her, deep and intense. It wasn’t like their usual soft kisses—this one was filled with all the emotion they had held back. His lips moved with urgency, and she responded just as passionately, her fingers tangling in his hair.

They finally pulled away, breathless but smiling. Jake rested his forehead against hers, his thumb brushing gently across her cheek.

“I don’t care how many people are out there,” he whispered softly, “You’re the only one I see.”

Her heart fluttered at his words, and with a shy smile, she replied, "And you’re the only one that matters."

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