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OHMYGOD! THIS JUNGWON LOOKS AND FIT!

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JEALOUSY LOOKS GOOD ON ME!

PAIRING: yang jungwon x fem!reader

GENRE/CW: smut, angst, unprotected sex, jealousy, possessiveness, mentions of calling someone mid sex, mentions of nicknames, mentions of jay.

WORD COUNT: 4349 words.

SYNOPSIS: It was supposed to be just friends with benefits—no strings attached, no feelings, no late-night jealousy, but all it took was one party, one touch from someone else, and it sent Jungwon unraveling into something darker, and deeper. Now, he’s not asking who you belong to—he’s showing you, and the world.

WARNING: 18+ content, minors dni.

A/N: hihi, angels! i finally wrote a jungwon fic aaa this was supposed to be 1k words long but here we are <3 i hope y’all enjoy reading it <33 all likes, comments, reblogs are highly appreciated! it keeps me motivated! iloveyou all and happy reading <33

“You always look the prettiest when you’re about to walk away from me, huh?” 

You paused mid-way applying your lip gloss, jaw clenching at the sudden intrusion which you didn’t appreciate one bit. You could see him through the mirrors clearly as he leaned against the doorframe of your room, arms crossed as he stared at you with dark eyes. 

His voice was calm—almost sounding lazy to you, yet it slithered into your spine like a warning. 

He looked good—too good for your liking, clad in his casual blue jeans and a black button up, sleeves rolled up casually as his dark permed hair covered his forehead, jaw tight as he waited for your reply. 

You weren’t sure why he was here, but then again, you were the one who gave him the passkey to your apartment, hence, you’ll be facing the consequences. 

“What?” You asked, keeping your voice in check, not bothering to turn around. 

His expression was unreadable, eyes stuck on your figure, raking you up and down, especially paying attention to your little black dress that hugged your body a little too well for his liking, “you’re going to the party dressed like that?” 

You twisted the cap of the gloss shut, taking your time with it as you replied, “hm, why wouldn’t I?” 

“Jay will be there.”

That’s it, that’s the reason why he’s here. The reason behind your tension that’s been eating you both throughout the day, enough for you to turn around and face Jungwon now, heart pounding despite your efforts to appear confident. 

“So?” You challenged him. 

He scoffed, pushing himself off of the doorframe, taking slow steps towards you, “so—he’s been all over you lately.” 

“Is that jealousy, Jungwon?” You scoffed as he stood close to you, a little too close for your liking as he towered over your figure, “because the last time I checked, you’re not my boyfriend.”

“Yeah, I know. But he’s not yours either.”

The silence after that is thick as you glare at him with anger bubbling up inside of you, “so what exactly are you implying here?”

He swiped his tongue on his bottom lip, hesitating slightly—the first crack in his masked, nonchalant persona. 

“Y’know, I just think it’s funny. You say that we’re just fucking, but the second someone else even looks your way—I fucking lose it, I can’t breathe.” Jungwon seethes out. 

You blink, almost stunned at his sudden confession.

He shook his head though, replacing the melancholic look on his face with a devilish smirk, “but, hey! Jay might just be a better match for you, right? He’d probably remember to text you back, and maybe he won’t leave the second you fall asleep, right?” He taunted you, leaning down enough for his nose to brush faintly against yours. 

Your breath hitched, his words hitting you harder than you expected. 

“Fuck you,” you whisper, full of rage. 

“You already do, kitten,” he chuckled. 

You move back, throwing your lip gloss on him on your way out the room, which he catches with ease, a bitter laugh escaping his throat, “yeah, go ahead! Run to him. At least then we won’t be pretending that this thing between us doesn’t mean something.”

You hate him for saying it like that. For turning it into your fault when he’s the one who built the walls first. He’s the one who laid out the rules.

“You made the rules, Jungwon,” you snapped, “don’t you dare get mad at me for playing the game you clearly started.” 

His face almost twitched into an angry snarl, but he held himself back—his words? Emotions? He wasn’t sure either. 

“See yourself out once you’re done,” you muttered, leaving him standing alone in your room. 

And just like that, you’re gone. Like Jungwon said, you looked pretty—pretty to the point that he couldn’t leave you at the party alone. So, he did what he had to—follow you. 

Maybe being at a party wasn’t the brightest of the ideas for your distraction. The lights were glowing far too much for your liking, heat too high, broken laughter and the smell of perfumes all melting into one beneath the pulsating lights. The steady bass seemed to be in tune with everyone’s heartbeat and you were already out of sync. 

You stood at the end corner of the room, watching the chaos unfold, your face showing slight interest as to not seem out of place. However, your eyes keep wandering around in search of something—in search of him. 

It was a promise you made as you left, that you wouldn’t look for him, that you came here to forget the fight and to prove to yourself that you were unaffected—that nothing you shared with Jungwon meant anything. 

It was as if your body was wired to his presence, you could feel it before you even spotted him in the crowd. He was here. Jungwon. 

Leaning against the farthest wall to you, one arm lazily draped over the edge of the counter, head tilted in a way which made him look maddeningly attractive, still clad in his black shirt, a few top buttons undone, enough to show his clavicle where a gold chain rested perfectly. 

He hadn’t seen you yet. 

Or maybe he had, and just chose not to react, which was more hurtful, stinging you harder than it should. 

“Damn,” a voice interrupted your massive train of thoughts, “didn’t expect you to show up looking like this,” Jay said, his usual warm smirk plastered onto his face, coming close to stand next to you. 

You managed to put a lazy smile on your face, turning to look his way, your laugh light but automatic, “hm? And what does this look like?”

Jay chuckles, far too attractive for his own good, “like you’re here to ruin people.”

“Maybe I am,” you say, taking a sip of your drink, something sugary, cold, numbing. 

Jay’s hand brushes against your lower back, simply testing how far you’ll allow him to go. So you don’t stop him, you let him be. 

You’re aware of his body heat, the way his eyes look you up and down. You’re also aware that across the room, Jungwon has finally decided to pay you attention. Now, he’s watching, his gaze locked on the way Jay is leaning into you, how your hand casually rested on Jay’s chest as he said something in your ear to make you laugh. 

What makes him mad is how you keep your eyes solely on Jungwon, well knowing he’s watching your every move, his stare burning into you like a brand. 

His expression was unreadable at first, almost calm before he found himself gripping the glass a little too hard around the rim, a tic visible in his jaw, a slow swipe of his tongue on his bottom lip as if he was preparing himself for a mission. He looked as if he’d break something. 

The second you smile and lean into Jay, Jungwon starts walking towards you, not rushed, but with burning anger as if he tried to contain himself, only for him to explode instead. His presence hits you first—hot, almost electric. 

“Y/N.” He takes your name, voice full of spite and authority. 

“Hey, man—” 

“Not talking to you,” Jungwon cuts in, not letting Jay say a word to him, eyes fixated on your face. His tone is eerily calm, the kind that comes before the storm that shatters everything. 

You stiffen, “what are you doing here?”

He chuckles darkly, “I could ask you the same thing,” he says, staring at your waist, where Jay’s hand rested so naturally, “but I already know,” he clicks his tongue, shaking his head before looking up again. 

“You don’t get to do this,” you seethe out, “you don’t get to show up and act like—”

“Like what?” He challenges, brows raised, stepping further into your space, “like I care?” 

You go still, his words hitting you harder than ever, a low blow indeed, which only makes him lean in closer, “you wanted me to see you? I did. Wanted me to watch while he put his hands on you like he’ll ever have you the way I do?” 

Jay shifts besides you, tension rising as if the room had turned ten degrees hotter all of a sudden. 

“Is he bothering you?” Jay asked, Jungwon’s eyes flicking to him, jaw tightening. 

“You should leave,” he said. 

“Or what?”

“Or you’ll find out why she never makes those sounds for you, yeah?” Jungwon felt like a madman, challenging Jay as if he was nothing. 

“Fucking stop it, Jungwon!” You shout. 

He doesn’t move, doesn’t even bother blinking, eyes locked onto yours. 

“I don’t know what your problem is dude—”

“My problem,” Jungwon says slowly, turning to Jay, “is that you’re touching something that belongs to me.”

Your face is on fire by now, heartbeat erratic at his words. It shouldn’t feel this way, you should hate him, “I’m not a fucking thing.” 

“You’re mine.” He said in a beat, words soft and final, hitting you harder than they should. 

Jay’s jaw clenches, “don’t talk to her like that.”

“Oh she lets me do it alright. Don’t talk like you know what we are.”

You stop breathing. We. That’s the first time he’s said it. 

“Is it true?” Jay asks you. 

You open your mouth to speak, only for no words to come out of them, because in all honesty—you didn’t even know anything anymore. 

Then Jungwon scoffs, leaning into you again. 

“Tell me,” he practically growls, “do his hands feel better than mine?”

Your throat tightens, heat creeping up your neck as you try your best to look unbothered, “you don’t get to ask me that.”

“Oh fucking hell I don’t,” he snaps, “you show up here with him, dressed like that, smiling as if you’ve never known better, huh? I do get to ask, kitten.”

That cursed nickname again, it’s enough to send a shiver down your spine, but you cross your arms instead, nails digging into your own skin. 

“You’re the one who leaves, did you forget?”

“You pushed.”

“Because I was the only one feeling anything, Jungwon. You were fine as long as I stayed quiet, stayed casual. But the second I wanted more—”

“I never fucking said I didn’t want more.”

“No, of course! You just made sure I never expected it.” The air between you is thick, suffocating.

He steps closer. You don’t bother moving.

“You let him touch you,” he says tightly, “you let him look at you like he could ever fucking have you.”

“Maybe I wanted him to.” Your voice is quieter now, but it hits harder.

He stares at you, his expression twisting, “don’t.”

“Maybe I wanted to know what it felt like,” you continue, forcing the words past the knot in your chest. “To be wanted without being hidden. To be chosen.”

He looks like you just punched the air out of him.

You hate how good that makes you feel.

You hate how much it hurts.

“Maybe I wanted him to kiss me.”

The muscle in his jaw twitches.

“Say it again.”

You swallow, “Maybe I still want him to.”

That does it.

He grabs your wrist—not to hurt, not to pull—just to feel that you’re real. That you’re still here.

“Say it looking at me, go on.”

You do, and for the first time all night, neither of you blink. 

“I want him to kiss me.”

The lie hangs there. Heavy. Bitter. You’re shaking, he sees it, “then why are you still here?” he asks.

A moment. A pause in the noise. A second where the floor feels like it might crack open. You stare up at him, heart thudding, then you smile up at him with a smirk.

“Solid question.”

And you turn, you walk away. You feel the silence snap behind you like a whip. You don’t get far. You’re five steps out when he comes after you, his fingers wrap around your wrist and yank you back, your back hits the wall around the corner—shadowed, dark, loud music muffled—and his body cages yours in.

Eyes wild, darker than ever. You had never seen him this mad—this desperate.

“You really thought I’d let you walk away?”

“You always do.”

“Not this time.” He’s breathing like he ran through fire to get to you, “you wanted a reaction?” he breathes out, “fuck—congratulations because you got one.”

You say nothing.

His hands rest against the wall on either side of your face. He leans in, his mouth a breath from yours.

“You think he could make you feel what I do? You think he’d know how to touch you without you teaching him from scratch?”

You close your eyes, throat burning as you mumble out, “God—fuck you.”

“You’ve tried,” he whispers, “and you keep coming back.”

You open your eyes.

“So what? Are you going to drag me out of here now?” You mean it as a challenge.

But Jungwon’s eyes—they flick down to your lips, and something in him just breaks. You see it happen, no hesitation, no warning.

Just movement.

He grabs your wrist, the same one Jay touched, and pulls—hard. You stumble, breath catching, but his grip only tightens. He doesn’t speak, he doesn’t look at anyone, not even you—It’s like he can’t.

Like if he meets your eyes, he’ll lose the thin thread of control keeping him from tearing your clothes off right here. He weaves through the crowd like a storm parting the sea. You hear someone call after you—Jay’s voice, confused, concerned. Jungwon doesn’t even blink.

The front door bursts open with how angry he is. Cold air caresses your skin harshly, and he still doesn’t bother stopping, hauling you down the steps, across the sidewalk, to his car like a man possessed.

You open your mouth to speak, only to be cut off, “Jungwon—”

“Don’t,” he mutters. 

“Wait—”

“Don’t talk to me right now,” his voice is low, rough, almost shaking with the jealousy burning him alive. “If you say one more word, I swear I’ll fuck you in the backseat just to shut you up.”

Your stomach flips, your legs barely keep up as he unlocks the door, yanks it open, and practically shoves you inside. Not violently—but with purpose. Like if he doesn’t touch you, own you, now, he might lose what’s left of himself.

He gets in. Slams the door, followed by utter and complete silence, to the point you were scared of breathing too loud, your thighs rubbing against one another with anticipation? Anxiety? You didn’t know anymore. 

You glance at him—his jaw tight, nostrils flared, fingers white knuckled around the steering wheel.

“Jungwon,” you whisper.

He turns his head slowly, looking at you like he’s seeing nothing but red, “I don’t care if you hate me after this,” he mutters. “I don’t care if you scream and fight and curse my name.”

A pause, a deep breath, a statement that left no room for argument, “but you’re coming home with me.”

That’s when you realize that right now—there’s no reasoning with him. He’s not hearing anything anymore, not your protests, not your pain, not your fear or want or anger.

He’s hearing everything you didn’t say.

All the begging between the words, all the need in the silence, all confessions you never dared speak.

The engine roars to life, tires screeching as he drives—fast, so determined, his hand gripping the wheel as the other one curled into a fist, holding himself back. 

You don’t speak again.

Because, now, you want Jungwon’s actions to speak louder than his words. 

The moment the door slams shut behind you, silence drops, you barely got time to take a breath before Jungwon’s hands were on you—pushing you, grabbing you, dragging you back by the wrist before you can take a single step deeper into the apartment.

“You want to piss me off?” he seethes, lips near your ear, “you want to talk about Jay?”

He spins you, slams your back against the wall.

You gasp—but you’re not afraid of him. You’re afraid of what’s to come, lit from the inside, burning with everything you didn’t get to say, everything you couldn’t scream back at him at the party.

His breath fans across your cheek, hot and shaking from anger, from the need of wanting you, “you knew what you were doing,” he growls, eyes locked on yours, “wearing that dress—laughing with him. Letting him put his hand on your waist.”

“So what?” you snap. “You didn’t want me there anyway, right?” You shove at his chest, he doesn’t budge.

“You said you didn’t care. You said it was just sex. So why do you care now?”

His jaw flexes. His silence is deafening.

“Answer me,” you spit.

“Because I’ve been going fucking insane,” he explodes.

His fist slams into the wall beside your head—not too close, but enough that you feel the vibration in your ribs.

“Because every time I close my eyes, I see you with him.” He leans in—nose brushing yours, lips barely an inch away, “and I want to kill him for touching what’s mine.”

The word echoes between you. Heavy. Final.

You let out a shaky breath.

“You don’t own me,” you whisper.

“No?” he breathes, hand sliding up your throat to cup your jaw. “Then why are you here?”

You glare at him.

“Because you dragged me—”

“Oh no, baby. You could’ve walked away.” His thumb brushes your bottom lip, “but you didn’t.”

He kisses you. It’s not sweet. Not soft. It’s brutal. A crash of mouths and breath and bruised desperation. You kiss him back harder, messy enough for you two to gasp for air. 

Your hands tangle in his hair, his teeth scrape your bottom lip, agitating you enough for you to bite him, he groans into your mouth like it hurts, bleeding slightly, letting you taste himself at its worst. 

“You said you wanted Jay to kiss you,” he murmurs against your lips. “Say it again.”

You hesitate.

“Go on.”

You look him dead in the eye as you say, “I did,” pushing for a second to let him react to this information. 

His pupils blow wide, only darkness in them and a reflection of your lying self. 

“Wrong fucking answer, princess.” He throws your phone on the bed, “you want to mess with me?”

He grabs your waist, lifts you, throws you onto the mattress as you let out a yelp, trying your best to adjust into the new position but Jungwon was faster. 

“Let’s see how far you’re willing to go.”

You scramble to sit up, but he’s already on you, hands hot and heavy on your thighs, forcing them apart, his gaze trails down your body like he’s starving.

“You don’t get to say things like that,” he growls. “Not after everything we’ve done. Not after everything I’ve given you.”

Your breath catches as his fingers dig into your hips.

“You belong to me,” he says, voice low and lethal. “And I’m done pretending otherwise.”

“Jungwon—”

“No. Shut the fuck up, kitten.”

He grabs your face—softly, but firm enough to make you feel it, to make you feel every bit of emotion that coursed through his body. 

“You talk too much when you’re scared.”

You blink up at him, heart hammering.

“I’m not scared.”

“Good.”

He leans in—lips brushing your ear.

“Then remember this,” he whispers. “Every moan. Every scream. Every time I fuck you so deep you forget your own name—”

His hand slides under your dress.

“You remember who did it to you, yeah?”

You shudder beneath him, and in that moment, there’s nothing left to say, his words are final, and you’re at his mercy. 

Just the sound of your breathing. The tension in his hands. The ache that’s been building for months and is finally—finally—about to break.

“Say it,” he demanded, voice low and ragged. “Say you liked him touching you.”

You opened your mouth—hesitated, yet you wanted to test his limits, your mouth working faster than your mind when you finally said it, “maybe I did.”

His whole body went still, you stared up at him, chest heaving, watching him lose the last bit of sanity that was holding him together, the snap of the thread breaking wasn’t real, but you heard it anyway. 

“You wanna play games?” he sneered, “fine, kitten.” He reached for your phone on the bedside table, where you had thrown your bag, he unlocked it with a flick, knowing your passcode, and tapped a contact.

“What are you—”

“Let’s call him.”

You froze, he couldn’t be serious about it, could he?

“Jungwon—”

“No, let’s fucking call him and show him exactly who you fucking belong to.”

Your heart dropped into your stomach, your mouth opening to say something, to stop him, but you didn’t. 

Because deep inside, you knew you wanted this, you needed this—to see how far he would go to prove himself this time. 

The phone rang once. Twice.

“Hello?” Jay’s smooth voice answered your call, as if he was waiting to hear from you. 

Jungwon locked eyes with you, his hips grinding between your legs, his hands working faster than ever to free his cock from the restraints of his pants, the thickness making you gasp as he covered himself with your sweet juices, rubbing his cock on your cunt. 

“Moan,” he said, mouth against your ear. “Let him hear you.”

You whimpered, your body arching into his as he finally lost control, fucking his dick into your ever so inviting, tight little cunt. 

“Jungwon—”

“Louder.” He ordered as he thrusted into you, and the sound that tore from your throat was filthy, helpless, humiliating.

Jay said something on the other end—confused, almost startled.

“She’s busy,” Jungwon said darkly into the phone, “busy moaning my name.”

You gasped again as he pistoned harder, thumb rubbing your clit in slow circles. 

“Wanna know why?” he asked, his voice deadly calm. “Because you’ll never touch her like this, never fuck her like this, never ever fucking own her the way I do.”

Your fingers dug into his back as he pushed deeper, his eyes locked on yours.

“You think she wanted your hands on her?” he asked out loud, “you think she wanted your mouth?” This particular thrust was harder, making you cry out louder, toes curling with the need to have him closer to you, impossibly so.  

“Then why is she cumming on my cock right now?” He chuckled, almost evilly. 

You broke, shattered completely with the overwhelming need to cum, to prove Jungwon right, to prove that nothing else truly mattered but him, humiliation thrown aside as you let Jay hear you without any ounce of self control holding you back. 

Jungwon watched you unravel under him, then calmly ended the call and tossed the phone to the floor, but making sure to tell Jay before he cut the call, “hope you enjoyed hearing her pretty fucking voices, because it’s the first and the very fucking last time you’ll get to hear her.”

“No one touches you but me,” he practically growled into your skin, panting against your neck. “No one gets to see you like this.”

“Jungwon—” you whimpered, crying and shaking, but Jungwon was far from done.

He pulled out, only to flip you over and drag you back by the hips.

“You want to tease me, huh?” he rasped, breathing hot against your shoulder, “want to pretend I’m nothing to you?”

You whimpered as he pushed back inside, deeper this time, agonizingly slow, full of something else now. It wasn’t just fury—it was his emotions, too much of it. 

“You’re everything,” he whispered, the words choking out of him. “You’re fucking everything.”

You turned your head, trying to see him, but he buried his face in your neck, “I love you.” He mumbled, voice broken. 

You froze.

His hands trembled on your hips.

“I love you,” he said again, quieter. “I didn’t want to—I didn’t mean to, but lord I fucking do.”

You turned beneath him, wrapping your legs around his waist, your mind fuzzy, heart erratic, a confusing mix of hurt and warmth spreading through your body. 

He looked down at you—eyes red, lips parted, body still tense with unshed rage and desperation.

“Then say it again,” you whispered, not knowing what else to say. You wanted confirmation, you wanted to hear it, you needed to hear it. 

He pushed into you, slower now, reverent, “I love you.”

Again.

“I love you.”

And again, with each thrust, he poured his love into you, “I’ve loved you every fucking night you stayed over. Every time you made morning coffee wearing my shirt. Every time I heard your laugh and thought, ‘God, I can’t lose this.’”

Your heart cracked wide open at his brutally honest confession. 

Jungwon was in love with you—you meant something to him, and that was enough for you to cry out, his lips catching every stray tear that cascaded down your face, every bit of tears that came from the hurt he caused you. 

“You’re mine,” he said again, kissing your cheeks, your mouth, your collarbones. “Say you’re mine.”

“I’m yours,” you whispered. “Fuck—I’ve always been yours.”

His hips moved again—slow, deep, building you both up together now. Not punishment. Not anger. Just raw, terrifying honesty.

You cried out again, overwhelmed by the pleasure, by the weight of everything he was finally giving you.

“Stay,” he whispered.

“I’m not going anywhere.”

And when you came again, shaking and sobbing into his skin, you knew this was it.

Not friends with benefits.

Not casual, not pretend, not anything else. 

Just you and him.

Molten into one—into each other.

His body stilled inside you one last time, and he collapsed over you, arms locked around your waist like he never wanted to let go.

You didn’t say anything.

You just stayed there.

Tangled.

Breathing.

His confession still rings in your ears.

“I love you.”

And you believed him, for real this time. 

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JUNGWON tell you dont need a freak like meee

Yang Jungwon - 04 line!

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this JUNGWON replay cover gave me so many butterflies his looks, his fit, stage presence and the way he moves makes it more attractive

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heeseung  —  fever  performance  @  kcon  2022

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DIRTY LITTLE SECRET. (pjs)

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pairing: lawyer!jay x lawyer!reader. fem!reader. 

WC: 15+k!

au: rivals to lovers, fwb to lovers. forbidden relationship.

genre: smut, crack, fluff, romance, angst if you squint (everything you would find in a rom-com don’t ask me please🥹)

summary: you and your rival during your college years end up starting in the same law firm which has strict dating rules. when your boss wants you to work together for a case, you get to know each other better.

warnings: smut, protected sex, unprotected sex, oral (both receiving), hand job, fingering, sexual attraction, teasing, slight edging, rough sex, slight violence (men fight),  ex! sunghoon (only mentioned) ,heeseung is evil, jake, chaewon(le sserafim) and ryujin(itzy) as colleagues. jackson wang as ceo (lol) (pls feel free to warn me if it needs more!) 

a/n: AHH FINALLY FINISHED! hello everyone and say hi to my first fic ever on tumblr. i hope you all like it and please send your feedbacks because it motivates me and makes me so happy. i hope you won’t regret spending your time on it. thank you<3

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genre: humor

word count: ~300 (will update once i actually count them)

warnings: cursing, an unhealthy amount of emojis

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LEE HEESEUNG 🐹

flustered guy #1

he'll be blinking repeatedly at you with his eyelashes fluttering like the pretty boy he is

he has his arms clutched tightly against his chest since you're practically taking up the space in front of him

he tries to escape but to no avail—you slap your free hand beside his head and now, his cheeks are red and his jaw's slightly agape

"i-is there a problem...?" 😳

"nothing. you look cute."

will shout questions at you after you leave him hanging 🥲 mans needs answers! (like why would you trap him by the wall and dip?)

PARK JONGSEONG 🐈‍⬛

"oh, so this is how it is, huh?" is how you expected him to react seconds before you kabedon him

but he FLINCHES hard

"fuck! that scared the shit out of me, y/n." he hisses. "don't pull that stunt on me again."

however, seconds after he's recovered from the sudden attack, he flashes you the most unexpected grin

"damn, y/n. kinda look cute looking up at me like that."

🏃🏻‍♀️🏃🏻‍♀️🏃🏻‍♀️🏃🏻‍♀️

SIM JAEYUN 🐶

"아, 깜짝이야!" (eng: "ah, you scared me!")

scaredy-cat #2 who thinks he's guilty of something that's why you're trapping him against the wall

poor babie has been catching his breath for the past minute ☹️

so you reassure him by stroking his fluffy blonde hair

"you did nothing wrong. i just wanted to see how you'd react."

he then pulls you closer by the collar, and you chicken out 🥲

PARK SUNGHOON 🐩

"🤨😳" "what is it this time, l/n?"

he'd probably react to you the same way he reacts to jay's corny jokes

actually surprised by how you were able to corner this big, bulky man easily which instinctively makes him flex his biceps

it was tight TIGHT and you had a relatively smaller figure than him

he kabedons you back 🥵😵‍💫

"you tried. i still win, though." he shrugs and leaves you hanging (the fucking AUDACITY???)

KIM SUNOO 🦊

he SQUEAL 💥📢💥📢💥

you will be hearing a whole minute of 뭐야s (eng: "what is it/what's this?") from him before he actually calms down

flustered guy #2 but is also giving you the stank look (you weren't looking at your best while trapping the man between your arms)

he wasn't supposed to laugh but he's laughing (???)

"come on, y/n, you can do better than this!"

you ended up just leaving him alone ://

YANG JUNGWON 🐈

"eh? isn't this supposed to be done in a more... intimate setting?" 😐

he just... hit you with the facts and now everything is awkward

so you stare at each other in silence, waiting for whoever makes the next move first

you cup his cheeks and squish em (because literally who wouldn't???)

"did it hurt when you fell from heaven?" 🤦🏻‍♀️

NISHIMURA RIKI 🐥

shameless little shit would crack up with your sudden action 💀

literally would fall on the floor (he's from jpn so he 100% knows the concept of kabedon)

"don't laugh at me, kid!" you reprimand. "this is how i see it in animes."

shows you how it's done and kabedons you back (2) 🥵🤬

"i learned from the best." SMIRKS LIKE THE SMUG MF HE IS 😭

is satisfied with you squealing and blushing and shi—it's the joy of his life

a/n: hi, i'm back :D

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TOO GOOD WHAT😭😭 BTW GYU AND MARK FUNNIEST DUO

love me, hate me - p. sunghoon (m)

pairing: sunghoon x fem!reader

college!au, frat!au, enemies to lovers!au, friends w benefits!au

warnings: smut (drunk sex, blowjob, eating out, shower sex, car sex, both unprotected & protected sex, choking (m), grinding, bathroom sex, degradation, rough sex, oral (f&m), fingering, just a lot of smut), alcohol usage, sunghoon and the reader being extremely rude to each other, sunghoon is an asshole, lots of sexual tension

genre: smut, angst, fluff if you look close enough

word count: 30.8k+

summary:

if people thought the constant bickering of tom and jerry was something, they’ve never seen you and sunghoon in real life. even the way he breathed irritated you but there was no point in denying the sexual tension between you and him. one drunken night led to another one, and another, you found yourself going back in his bed sober. waking up next to him became a habit that you wanted to keep to yourself. the only thing about sunghoon that you didn’t hate was his capability of making you orgasm more than twice with only his fingers.

or

in which sunghoon found himself falling harder for you but didn’t even have the courage to admit it to himself, not when you hated him with everything you got.

If you told somebody that you and Park Sunghoon used to be best buddies throughout middle school and high school, they would just tell you to quit joking. It was the truth, though, you and Sunghoon used to be close friends before college. But that was before he decided to fuck up and made you hate him with everything you’ve got. The cute dimple on his right cheek when he threw a dashing smile was like a mask to cover his real identity. You admit that his single dimple was cute, but under that façade, he was no longer the pretty boy everyone thought he was. If only people knew Park Sunghoon the way you did. The things he had done to you, making the rest of your high school senior year a living hell.

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good boys go to heaven (m) - s. jake

pairing: jake x fem!reader (she/her)

genre: 80′s!au, church boy!jake, experienced!reader, smut

warnings: religious innuendos, corruption, jake kinda acts like a perv, y/n is lowkey manipulative, smut [sub!jake, dom!reader, loss of virginity, protected sex, masturbation (m), humping, public sex, voyeurism, praise kink, oral sex (m & f receiving), usage of ‘puppy’ / ‘pup’ towards jake, overstimulation]

word count: 13.5k+

summary: all good boys go to heaven but jake sim has secured a place in hell, thanks to you.

a/n: this is 80% smut and 20% actual plot + i was too lazy to edit and google docs was not working properly, so this piece is unedited! ignore any mistakes pls! AND let me know what you guys think about it! 

His whole life, Jake tried to be the perfect son his parents could ask for. The boy was kind and respectful, always listening to whatever his parents needed to say. He fulfilled his parents’ every wish, always with a bright smile on his face. He graduated high school at the top of his class, always getting the best marks in every exam. He never failed to be his teacher’s favorite. He had close friends who enjoyed his presence and he never failed to spend quality time with them. Most importantly, being the son of a Christian family, he had never skipped going to church on Sunday’s. 

From a young age, Jake was taught the good, the bad and the red line separating them. He was never the one to commit such sins. Even if he did, he would have been ashamed for the rest of his life. However, as he grew up and learned stuff about the world outside of the rules he was made to follow, he realized how thin the line between good and bad was. Foremost, he learned why sins were actually called sins and the reason why they were prohibited. 

It all started with you. 

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cat-eyed | park jongseong

summary: you loved the makeup looks jay were getting from his stylist so you had to do one to him yourself... before he takes things to another level.

pairing: idol!jay x fem!reader

genre: smut, fluff

word count: 2417

warnings: mentions of natural phenomena (storms/typhoon), cunnilingus, vaginal penetration, usage of pet names, minimal impact play

Park Jongseong had the most beautiful eyes in the whole planet.

At least that’s what you think. You had a strange affinity for those beautiful brown orbs ever since you’ve seen them up close. The way his eyelids perfectly gave them their shape, and the way his eyelashes fluttered whenever he stared at you or something else had made them a wonderful pair you swore you wouldn’t get enough of. It was your most favorite part of his whole face.

As much as you love seeing them bare and puffy whenever you wake up beside him, you loved–no, adored them with accessories and adornments of any kind. His signature sunglasses and brushed-back hair look was your greatest waterloo, not to mention his smokey eye makeup everytime he goes onstage for music show performances. They made him look like he was a different person–someone so alluring yet dangerous as if he was Medusa turning Engenes into stone statues if he stares at them long enough.

With these thoughts came the idea of his stylist noonas doing all of these eye looks for him–them dabbing their fingers all over his face, and you couldn’t help but sometimes wish you were a stylist yourself. It’d give you more time to spend with your busy man, maybe go on quick dates without having to think about privacy. Unfortunately, everyone’s eyes are on him and his members, so you’d often spend time alone. 

Now, you and Jay are both huddled up in your bunk bed after his music video shooting, the very spot being his retreat whenever he finds himself at the peak of exhaustion. Your hands are on his hair while his arms are snugly wrapped around your waist–just the perfect sleeping position on a rainy afternoon.

“Jjong.” you mutter, looking over your shoulder to see if he was asleep or not.

“Yeah?” he immediately responds, letting you know that he was awake for a while. “Need help with something, Y/N?”

“Let me put makeup on you.”

He blinks at you, taken aback by the sudden statement. “Suddenly?”

You toss slowly to face him, giving him a gentle kiss on the tip of his nose. “I've been wanting to work on my eyeshadow skills, love. You've got such beautiful eyes to put some colors on.”

Flustered, he bites the inside of his cheek, trying to hold back a chuckle or a smile. He never knew you loved his eyes so much. “I appreciate that, sweetheart, but what's all this for?”

You shake your head. “This rainy weather is seriously weighing me down and I could use some activity at home. Would you like to be my model, Mr. Park?”

“Damn, princess.” he mumbles, cupping your cheeks with his hands and squishing them. “As long as it doesn't require aegyo, I'm in.”

You squeal, rushing to grab your makeup bag after pulling away from your boyfriend’s hold. He stares at you with amusement as you lay out your brushes, slightly intimidated at the same time because of how much you were bringing out in the tiny bag.

“Okay, we've got our blending brushes over here… some highlight brushes… more brushes for the smokey eye because I'm a hoe for that look—”

“Ooh, Y/N’s gonna go all stylist noona on me now, huh?” he teases, scooting closer as you clip his hair away from his face. “I'd love to see you try.”

“Come on, Jay! You know I love the smokey eyes on you.” you protest as you gently dab some primer on his lids. “Makes you look like a sexy black cat.”

“I'm allergic to kittens.” he replies, and you can imagine him rolling his eyes through his eyelids.

“What does that have to do with anything?” you reply whimsically, proceeding to put some brown eyeshadow on him. “You're so fucking handsome right now.”

“Oh, yeah? Am I?”

“Mm-hmm.” you nod. “Now will you open your eyes for me, love? Wanna see how it looks so far.”

He obliges, slowly lifting his eyelids only to be welcomed by a sight that causes his jaw to slightly drop.

You were looking doe-eyed at him, lips slightly parted, cleavage peeking out of your neckline, and ass jutted out. He instinctively gulps, trying to hold back a groan and stop a potential hard-on to form a tent in his sweatpants. On the other hand, your clueless self ponders whether or not you've achieved the eye look you were going for. 

“Nah, not quite yet.” you mutter, clicking your tongue after. “Close them back, please?”

He sighs in defeat, lowering his eyelids so you can continue with the final adjustments. I could've stared at her for a little longer. “Are we there yet?”

“Almost,” you answer, slowly climbing up to his lap for a better view of his eyes. “Stay still for me, yeah?”

Fuck, did she just climb on my lap? Jay sucks in a breath as he fights to move a muscle. He didn't want to ruin whatever masterpiece you were making; he didn't want to pop a boner at the wrong time, either. The fact that your breasts were slightly squished against his chest didn't help, most of all. He was doomed.

“And we're done!” you chirp, causing him to open his eyes. “You wanna take a look?”

“Definitely.” I definitely want to pin you against this fucking mattress right now. “Show me.”

You tilt your mirror to the perfect angle so he can see the final product. In awe, he lets out a chuckle. That sound alone was enough to tell you that you did a good job. You loved this man so much.

“Fuck, that looks so Future Perfect, babes!” he comments, discreetly gazing at your figure through the reflection of the mirror. “I think I'm ready to perform with my muscles out now.”

Flattered, you plant a kiss on his chapped lips. “I'm glad you liked it, but we gotta do something about those lips. They're as dry as the Sahara.”

He doesn't say a word as you grab a lip balm from your bag, but flinches upon hearing the lid pop open. He silently watches as you aim the balm to his plump pair, taking you aback as he grabs your wrist, therefore stopping you in your tracks.

“I don't want anything on my lips except your lips, Y/N.” he says firmly, “Kiss me instead.”

“Oh–” 

He cuts you off with a soft press of his lips against yours, slowly progressing into slow, open-mouthed kisses as he goes. You respond with a low hum as he runs a hand down the dip of your spine, all while grabbing the balm away from your hold. With your hands making their way to his hair, you deepen the kiss as you finally figure out what he's up to.

“Mmm…” you mewl softly, pulling away from his kiss with a pop. You spare a few seconds to stare at your work of art, and you swear you could've creamed your panties then and there–it felt like you were making out with the Jay of ENHYPEN in the backrooms of Music Bank right now. “It's exactly what I had in mind.”

“Is it?” he grins slyly, tracing circles along the supple skin of your stomach and eventually pulling off your top. “Oh, baby, I think I need to warm us up. It's getting cold outside.”

“Please, Jay…” you beg as he deftly unclips your bra, latching his mouth on your hard nipple. “I'm not gonna be able to touch you for days.”

He pins you down the mattress, hands above your head. A chuckle leaves his lips as he feels your hips squirming against his boner. “Let's make this count, then.”

The sound of the heavily pouring rain accompanies that of Jay's wet lips against your skin. He wastes no time traveling down south, licking and sucking on your stomach and thighs. A shaky breath leaves your lips as you feel his hand slowly tug down on your panties. 

“Fuck.” he almost feels himself drooling at the sight of the wetness that was pooling in your panties. “Already?”

You groan out, not wanting your boyfriend to drag on and tease. “Can you blame me? It was your fault for being so hot—ah!”

You look down to see his tongue already latched on your clit, fingers slowly prodding in your pussy. His siren eyes stare straight at yours, making you involuntarily clench as he strokes you roughly. A string of moans leave your mouth as he moves his tongue and fingers in various ways–incoherent mumbles of pleasure and excitement.

“I take it I'm doing this just right, hmm?” he teases just before he fully sucks on your clit.

“Ah! Fuck… more…” you cry out, squelching sounds filling your ears. 

He happily obliges, intensifying his actions that were to eventually lead to your first orgasm of the night. You instinctively clench your legs around either side of his head, which he secures with his strong arms. Heck. His biceps felt like steel enclosed in velvet against your thighs, and the way they were flexing didn't help with your already fucked-out self.

“Wanna cum…” you whine out between shallow breaths, feeling the knot inside you wait to let loose. “Pretty please, love… m’gonna cum!”

“Right, cum all over this face, baby doll.” he replies, rubbing the wetness from his fingers onto your clit. “Let it go, c’mon.”

With a final stroke of his thumb against your clit, you release all over his face and he hastily laps up your juices clean. You take another look at his face. With sweat glistening on his forehead, lips tucked up in a lopsided smirk, and eyes brimming with hunger and lust, he was all ready to make you his and only his for the night.

“You're a stunner from up here,” he comments, eyeing your naked body up and down as he pulls his sweatpants away, cock springing out of its confines. He then leans down to prop an elbow on either side of your head and gives your lips a messy peck. “My pretty little baby… are you sure you're ready for me?”

You confidently nod as you feel him coating his whole shaft with your wetness, to which he lets out a small chuckle. “I want all of you, my Jay.”

With that, he effortlessly slides himself inside your pussy, stretching and filling you to the hilt. Your hands latch onto his shoulders, moaning out his name as he hits your most sensitive spot.

“Ah… mmm… this feels like our first time.” you whimper as he gets himself moving on top of you. “So fucking good…”

“I know how much you like it rough, darling.” he whispers teasingly, leaving harsh hickeys along your neck as his thrust gradually picks up its pace. “So much, yeah?”

“So much—ah!”

He cuts you off with a series of hard, heavy thrusts. “Use your words properly, baby.” Thrust. “I wanna know what my baby wants.”

“Ha… want it rough and hard, love.”

“Good.” he coos, the telltale action of him swinging your legs over his shoulders making your heart race. “Just tell me when I have to stop and I'll do so. No buts and ifs.”

He proceeds to ram himself inside you, not caring whether your screams were waking up the neighbors next door or his phone was restless with missed calls and messages coming from his manager. It was just him, you, and the heat of the moment.

You can feel every inch of him as he goes balls deep inside you, and you're desperately holding onto the sheets of your bed in hopes to keep yourself steady, but to no avail. Your boyfriend doesn't look like he's slowing down at any time as a heavy hand lands on your ass cheeks with a sting.

The storm grows stronger as your climax approaches nearer. Jay’s hips snap fast and hard against yours and the way his hands were moving all over your body made it even better. The way your eyes rolled back to your head as he tweaked the position a bit has him going haywire.

“Fuck, you're so tight around me.” he sighs on your ear, thumb rubbing your clit as he drives himself deeper and harder. “You missed my cock that much, huh?”

You nod in response. “I can't believe I won't be seeing you for another week.” you grumble, back arching as he hits your sensitive spot again.

“I know, I know,” he replies, his free hand groping your breast harshly. “Let me make it better for now, yeah? Cum all over me like the good girl you are.”

“Ah—yes! Almost there, please!” you almost scream out as the sensations of his cock inside you and his hands on the most sensitive parts of your body send you into a state of euphoria.

With a final thrust, Jay triggers your orgasm which also triggers his shortly after. He mumbles a quick “I love you” as he feels your legs shake against his body, feeling a little lightheaded after all the work he has done.

“I love you more.” you say in between pants as he pulls out and lays you flat on the bed. “Ah, that feels a lot better.”

“I'm happy it does.” he replies, cleaning you up with a towel he found somewhere in your bed. “You want a shower?”

You roll your eyes at him. “Just promise me you won't put me in standing O’s or something. We gotta clean up. I feel sticky.”

“Alright, princess.” he chuckles, scooping you up from the bed and into the showers.

“Will you be gone by the time I wake up?”

“No, you won't be waking up alone tomorrow morning.” he mumbles, tucking you in your blanket as he kisses your forehead. “I'll make you breakfast.”

“Promise?”

He nods. “Yeah, I promise.” Peck. “Oh, and about the eyes?”

You look up at him, noticing how he still has the makeup on. “Mm-hmm, what about ‘em?”

“I don't think I can have them in any other way.”

You giggle, kissing his eyelids one last time before finally letting slumber take over the both of you. He puts you back in the same position as you were in an hour ago—snuggled up enough to keep each other warm on a rainy afternoon.

The privilege of looking at his beautiful eyes before you close your eyes to sleep was yours, and you're happy it is.

a/n: YAYYYYYY finally a fic! this was heavily inspired by jay's stage makeup (which i'm a hoe for) and how those colors in his eyes turn him into a different person onstage (peep the photo i used) 👀 this is for all the jay hoes AND for the current non-jay hoes who are currently swerving from lane to lane. mwah.

NSFW TAGLIST [OPEN]: @thots4hee @jaylaxies @ddeonuism @jojayke @vernonluvs @puphee @hee-pster @heeshalo @forjongseong (send an ask or a dm to be added!)

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CUTE UEEUEUUEUEUEUEUEUEUEUEUEUEUE RIPPING MY HAIR OFF RN

OBLIVIOUS ft lee heeseung

perv hee.. + smut w a ‘plot’ from me??? + 4156 words

be gentle w me please <333 full fic ver of this blurb type thing idk whatever, ty for sending an ask abt this bae - u know urself 🫶

Thoughtful and quiet, Lee Heeseung was the sweetest boy YN had ever met. And probably the smartest too.

He typically only made an appearance during lectures and was nowhere to be found for the rest of the week. 

Until Park Sunghoon’s party. 

Seeing Heeseung with Sunghoon’s crowd was interesting, he was completely different to the way he was in class. Party Heeseung was chatty, and made everyone around him laugh.

Though his shyness wasn’t completely gone - clear in the way he’d look around the circle after saying something, just to see if people actually thought it was funny - there was a certain.. sexiness to the Heeseung she saw standing in the kitchen. 

(It became immediately clear that ‘Sunghoon’s’ crowd may actually be Heeseung’s crowd given the way that Jake Sim looked at him with wide, excited eyes - hanging onto every word he said.) 

He held a lollipop between his lips, cheek swollen with the way it sat in his mouth. Pulling it out with a pop every time he had something to say. His lips were cute, pouty, red - though she couldn’t tell if that was natural or due to the artificially coloured candy between them. 

Roped into the role of designated driver, YN wasn’t exactly enjoying the party. Completely sober and all too aware of her surroundings.

Though completely blind to the way Heeseung had been looking around every room he was in to spot her, often leaving after her just to be near her. Or, near enough. 

The night’s chill greeted her as soon as she pulled the backdoor open, and it was completely still outside. Taking a seat at the garden table, she pulled her phone out of her pocket to text the group chat and let them know where she was, sighing as she read the time.

23:24. Still on the wrong side of the evening. 

Too wrapped up in her own sobriety to hear the door open or even take notice of the figure who’d joined her, YN jumped in her seat. Hand clutching her chest when she saw Heeseung standing by the chair next to hers. 

“You okay?” His voice was sickly sweet. 

She nodded. 

Heeseung nodded too. 

In the dim light of the backyard, she was shameless in her ogling. Eyes trailing over his body more than once. Really, really taking in the way he looked in his cropped jacket, the way his legs seemed to go on forever in his black jeans. 

“You can,” she swallowed. “You can sit if you want.” She finally said, having to drag her eyes off of him, finding interest in the cup in his hand instead.

His hand. His fingers. Long. Thick. 

He laughed through his nose, placing his cup on the table and taking a seat. 

“Heeseung.” She said, though her voice came out soft, he wasn’t supposed to hear it. 

He did, though he almost couldn’t believe that she knew his name.

And the sound went straight to his cock, jeans becoming tighter around the crotch and he cleared his throat as he adjusted the way he was sitting. “Hmm?”

YN shook her head. “I just like your name.” Reaaaal smooth.

“I like the way you say my name.” 

Heeseung used a thick finger to push his glasses up, looking quickly over his shoulder before turning his attention back to her. Had his side profile always been so angelic?

“I didn’t know you knew Sunghoon.” He said, though his voice made it seem like a question, lilting up towards the end. 

YN grinned at this. “I didn’t know you knew Sunghoon.” 

He shrugged. “I’m sure there’s a lot of things you don’t know about me.” 

“What do you mean by that?” Her head tilted to the side, eyes pushing into a slight squint. 

A breathy laugh slips from him and an adorable smile spreads on his lips that takes over his entire face.

He lifts his cup to his mouth after a while, watching her over the rim. Wiggling his brows and laughing when she does. Because she does. 

“You want some?” 

YN swallowed thickly, eyes locked on his fingers. Again. A nod. 

Heeseung ignored her hand as she reached out for the cup, instead bringing it to her lips for her. His free hand rested on the nape of her neck, as he poured the drink into her mouth. 

With driving home on her mind, she was quick to tap out. Though mostly she was overwhelmed by the heat of his hand on her skin. The slight smirk set on his pretty lips.

She couldn’t tell what she found more surprising - his boldness or the fact that he was drinking. 

For a while, YN watched him turn his cup on the table. Oblivious to the fact that his eyes were trained on its rim, desperately waiting for the light to catch her lip gloss so he could put his lips directly over the spot where hers had been. 

His dick ached in his pants when he found it. Sweet and sticky vanilla flavoured gloss grazing his lips, his tongue. More than he needs to breathe, he needs to kiss her.

Craves it.

Heeseung was thankful for the low light and the table that hid his crotch. 

He spent a lot of their conversation licking his lips, suppressing moans at the taste of YN and peach schnapps on his tongue. 

YN wasn’t sure if she’d ever laughed so much, clutching her stomach while it ached from chuckling. His charm was palpable and she was beginning to understand Jake’s adoration. 

They chatted about nothing for an hour or so before Jay Park came rushing out, pretty brows pulled together with a crease, insisting that there was an emergency and he was needed upstairs ASAP.

He frowned a little at the news, though he was quick to perk up when YN told him that they’d talk soon, okay? 

Heeseung’s hug was longer than she’d been expecting, though nice nonetheless. And if she’d been paying more attention to anything other than the way his arms felt around her - she might have picked up on the way his nose nuzzled into her hair.

The way he sniffed it. Inhaled like his life depended on it. 

There wasn’t enough alcohol in the world to have made him confident enough to kiss her.

She did her best to hide her disappointment. 

Conscious of the sound leaking from her earphones, YN turned the volume down on her phone before entering the class. Eyes glued to the floor as she made her wa-A voice sliced through her music.

Sweet. Shy. Heeseung. YN. He mumbled, as if unsure of her name or if it was even her at all. 

The smile on her face was immediate. “Hey.” 

He wore a smile to match hers, clearing his throat before saying: I saved a seat for you, and lifting his bag from the seat to his right. 

Of course he was handsome - that much she knew. But it was only in the lighting of the lecture hall that YN was able to get a good look at him.

Black hair sitting flat against his forehead. Brown eyes, wide behind his wire glasses. Lips lacking the red that had coloured them on Saturday night. 

The more time she spent observing him, the more the smile on his face began to fall. All confidence, self-assurance, gone like it never existed. A tiny quirk in his sweet lips being the only thing left when she decided to take him up on his offer. 

Unsurprisingly, Heeseung didn’t have very much to say to her, linking and unlinking his hands on the desk. His cute lips parting and then sealing shut again as if the words were dying in transit from his brain to his mouth.

YN doesn’t realise he’s distracted by the way her nipples push against her thin shirt. 

Both of them were thankful for the lecturer’s arrival, a stack of papers clutched firmly in her hand that she wasted no time in distributing.

And there’s a pit in YN’s stomach when her essay is returned to her face down, a blank sheet of paper and the back of a staple staring up at her from the desk. Mocking her. 

To her left, Heeseung’s essay sat like a trophy. Text justified, and a glaring 20/20 written and circled in red pen. This is excellent, Heeseung! scrawled underneath as if to add insult to injury. Though he was too busy sending a text to his mother to take notice of YN’s grade. 

As soon as he sent the text he looked over at her paper, immediately putting his phone down to cover his own mark. Cheeks heating up when she leaned in to whisper, good job. The hair standing up on his neck where her breath fanned his skin.

This is when he knew she’d be a problem. 

The 7/20 on her own essay, combined with the see me after class written under the last paragraph were enough to make YN wince - and Heeseung’s cock ached in his pants, hard immediately from the tiny sound. Though she was too wrapped up in her bad grade to notice the way he shifted in his seat, untucking his shirt to cover the bulge in his jeans.

“Do you think you could tutor me?” 

He nodded.

A few months of tutoring seemed to be enough to have YN ‘hot for tutor’, and also bring her score up from a 7 to a 19/20. She squealed and hugged him in class when she saw her grade.

Heeseung had to hide the bulge in his jeans again. 

He’d found himself doing that a lot over the time he’d spent tutoring her and was sad to see it come to an en-We should grab coffee after class, YN whispered to him, her hand resting casually on his thigh. “You know, to celebrate.”

He wondered if she could feel the way his skin was burning under his pants.

Coffee very quickly became dinner, then drinks, then lips on lips, hands in hair. Giggles passed between mouths, and a mumbled please touch me. She wasted no time obliging, hand soft on his pretty cock. Tip red, glossy. 

Heeseung finished quickly too, making a mess of her mouth and chin. And after stretching out the cunt he’d been dreaming of, he came even quicker, hot cum covering her stomach. 

He very nearly came again at the sight of YN collecting some of it on her finger, bringing it to her mouth. She hummed around it. Good boy, she praised. 

As if something clicked in his brain, it became his mission to hear it again. Heeseung’s sweet lips pulled her clit into his mouth, pausing to inhale her scent. Their scent. 

The next few weeks were much the same, though they found that less and less alcohol was required. And more and more time was spent with his head on her chest. His girlfriend’s tit in his mouth. 

Heeseung’s move was gradual. Natural. He already had a drawer with some of his stuff in it. A toothbrush in her their bathroom. His favourite mug in her their cabinet. A box of LEGOs in her their living room that he’d been saving for a rainy day. 

They spent their weekends drinking with his friends (Our friends – Lee Heeseung), he wasn’t as shy then, acting out a little in hopes of being punished at home. 

And spent their weekdays in the library studying after class. Well, Heeseung was studying. And YN would watch. And Heeseung would blush. 

It proved to be kind of perfect seeing as Heeseung insisted on doing the laundry - and still insists after a year and a half. 

His kiss is sweet as ever, pouty lips so soft on her own. Hands less curious, more desperate. Eyes still big, though (somehow) they hold more stars. His balls sensitive, cute. 

He squirms on the bed when she holds them in her mouth, crying out that it’s too much when her hand jerks him off at the same time. Despite his cries, he insists that he’s green and he grips the sheets until his knuckles turn white. 

YN is generous with the kisses she leaves on his dick. Starting from the base, leaving a trail of wet pecks all the way to his head. Her lips wrapping around his tip as she sucks on it. Tongue swiping the underside and darting across his slit. 

Her cheeks hollow as she takes him in. As much as she can manage, anyway. Though it doesn’t stop his hips bucking up from the bed, cock pushing until she gags. A strangled sorry falling out. Sweet boy.

Throat aching slightly, she takes him out of her mouth. From between his legs, he looks so sweet, so precious.

Lips parted, plump from kissing, biting. His perfect hips rock into her hand, and she can feel a pulse between her thighs just watching him. 

Heeseung is a mess under her touch. Breath laboured. Moans ripping through the room. It’s obvious that he’s close with the way his body starts to tremble. Stomach contra-“Why?” He whines at the sudden loss of contact. 

No, no, no, no, falls from his sweet mouth in strings as he watches her stand up from the floor in front of him. Eyes impossibly wide as he mumbles please and I’m sorry, over and over in an effort to get her to sit back down. 

She doesn’t. 

His back is warm against her chest, skin damp with sweat. Waist slim between her arms as she reaches around the back of him, sandwiching his thighs with her own.

“What are yo-” His question is cut off by a gasp. YN’s fingers are soft on his nipple, rolling the skin between them. Pinching. Pulling.

Despite how much he thinks about her, he’d never once thought of this. Had never even considered how good it might feel to have her tits pressed to his back while she plays with him however she likes. Her breath on his neck. 

The sensation is overwhelming for him, and his breath comes out in long puffs. Chest rising and falling heavily as he stutters through the word close, his hand gripping harshly at her thigh. Fingernails digging into the soft skin. 

“Whenever you’re ready, baby.” She coos, and he huffs a sigh in response, rolling his hips against her touch. 

His other hand is big on the back of her own as he presses it flat to his chest, trembling in her hold. She uses her thumb to rub his nipple and he sinks into her. Pressing on his toes to push himself back as if he wants to merge with her - become one. 

Heeseung’s thighs tense between hers, and he shudders a little, head falling back briefly, hair tickling her shoulder. He squeals at the way her other hand strokes his length, wrist loose as she jerks him off. 

Just the way he likes, YN gives the most attention to his tip, squeezing and twisting at the skin there, all while his back arches away from her chest. 

He writhes against her body, an oh coming out of him when her hand trails from his nipple to his balls, holding them in her hands. Massaging them. “Good?” She asks, leaving a kiss on the column of his neck. Sucking a mark onto his skin. 

“Very.” 

YN’s lips are soft on the spot behind his ear. Teeth skating over its shell. Voice a whisper when she tells him to be a good boy and cum for me. And seemingly on command, Heeseung’s cock twitches in her hold, his balls contracting and relaxing. 

With a sob, he paints her hands white, his release hot, sticky, all for her - and the feeling is enough to (further) dampen her underwear. Her own arousal forcing the fabric to cling to her. YN leaves him no time to calm down, strokes only quickening. And he thinks the sensation may kill him. Slick. Hot. Tight.

The hand that played with his pretty balls slides up to hold him just beneath his head, finger trailing up the underside of his cock, and his tip is so slick against the palm of her other hand when they make contact. 

Heeseung cries out, entire body squirming at the feeling. “Sto-fuck.” He whimpers, sniffling a little. “Please.” Hot tears slip from his eyes as he screws them shut. Grip on her thigh faltering. Though, again, he promises his colour is green when she asks him. 

YN’s hand closes over his head, rubbing him while he thrashes between her legs. Pornographic moans falling out of him, each one louder and higher in pitch than the last. She alternates between this and jerking him off with both hands.

“You’re so sweet, baby.” She coos, grinning when he cums for the second time. “Always so good for me.” 

The praise makes his cock twitch. If YN notices, she doesn’t say anything. 

As always, the weekend comes and goes quicker than he realises, and after spending the day doing laundry, Heeseung falls asleep with his head on YN’s chest, her hands playing with his hair. 

He hates waking up without her, a frown on his face as he takes notice of her absence. Though he supposes he should at least be thankful for the fact that her scent still lingers on the linen.

Rolling onto his stomach, Heeseung lays with his face in her pillow. Hips rocking against the mattress. YN’s scent is everywhere, it’s everything, and with his eyes closed it’s almost like she’s still in the bed with him.

A long groan falls from his mouth and into the pillow, muffled by the fabric. And he reluctantly stills his motion when he hears a door close somewhere in the apartment. She’s - still - home!

Still home and wearing his shirt as she walks around the kitchen. Her arms stretch above her head as she groans. Hem of the white garment rising, though not quite high enough for her ass to peek out.

Which is a shame, he thinks.

Heeseung wastes no time wrapping his arms around her waist, pulling her back flush with his torso. Leaning down to leave a sweet kiss on her cheek.

“Good morning.” He mumbles, lingering slightly. Distracted by the way their scents mix on her body. It goes straight to his dick and he’s hard instantly, grinding against the curve of her ass.

“I don’t wanna be late for class.” YN whispers, letting her head rest on his chest.  

Heeseung holds her tit through her - his - shirt. Eyes falling shut as he squeezes it. So soft, he whines.

“Baby.” 

“Hmm?”

Her voice lacks its usual conviction when she tells him later, her hips moving against his.

Hand holding his wrist and pulling his hand down her body. Past the hem of the shirt. She guides him to the spot between her legs. 

Heeseung sighs, when he feels her. Feels how wet she is. Because of him. His chest swells with pride at the way her breath catches in her throat.

And he thinks this might be better than any breakfast he’s ever had.

YN doesn’t normally look inside her underwear drawer, often just reaching in and putting on whatever she grabs. Though today, the drawer feels unusually empty.

Being a Monday, she can’t help the curiosity that overtakes her because yesterday was laundry day. Sunday.

And, like always, she finds everything she’d put in the hamper clean and tucked away or hung up where it belongs. 

Except from her panties, apparently. But there’s no time to investigate. 

YN spends the whole day in class wondering if her boyfriend is throwing out her underwear in an attempt to get her to try going commando as he’s suggested. 

More than once. 

In a not so rare instance, Heeseung finds himself thankful that she’s gone.

Fishing the black lace she’d been wearing the other day from his pocket, his cock is rock hard against his sweats. 

The material is soft on the skin of his face, and he can’t help but bury his nose in the fabric. It’s like she’s there with him. Wet pussy over his face. Just a breath away. 

He tugs his sweatpants down, palming himself lightly through his boxers. A smile gracing his lips at the feeling of the slight wet patch in the fabric. There’s a knot in his stomach when he takes a sharp inhale, and he already knows he won’t last long. 

When he pulls his own underwear down, his cock smacks his belly - precum leaving a trail against the toned skin. His index finger slips around in the small mess he’s made, and it tickles a tiny bit when his finger passes over his belly button. 

But he’s not patient enough to entertain this for long. With her scent in his nostrils, his fingers wrap around his dick, hand bigger, rougher than hers. He tries to ignore this fact. 

The feeling of his thumb swiping over his tip, spreading the leaking precum, was very YN. And he cries out into her underwear, shivering when some of the lace falls into his mouth. 

He grows harder in his palm, eyes watering a little from how guilty good he feels. 

Heeseung’s mind trips back to the first time he’d been lucky enough to get his head between those thighs he loves so much.

The first lick of her hole - his new favourite flavour. Favourite thing. 

Laying back on the bed he remembers the way she trembled under his touch. Begged for him. More. Cried out for him. Heeseung. He lets go of his cock. Hand flying to his hair. Tugging. Pulling. The way she had. The way she does. 

But it’s not enough.

Releasing his hair from his grip, his hand finds his length once again. Jerking off harder. Faster. And he hates that he has to stop touching himself, even for a second - just long enough to spit in his palm before continuing. 

As he breathes her in, he finds it hard to believe that he’d lived a life before knowing what she smelled like. That there was a time where he could think about anything other than when the next time she might sit on his face would be. 

With some struggle, he pulls the panties from his face, bunching them up in his hand and fisting his cock with them. Making sure his head is completely covered, desperate to finish on the thin material. 

While he catches his breath, he brings the (now) cum covered fabric back to his face - moaning into his hand at the way they smell together.

Heeseung and YN. YN and Heeseung.

Melting into each other. One and the sa-The blissful moment is cut short when he hears YN calling his name from another room.

After cleaning himself up as quickly as possible and making sure to conceal the evidence, Heeseung’s lips are pressed into their usual pout when he appears in the doorway, brows raised and doe eyes wid-immediately stinging with tears when he sees what she’s holding. 

YN’s brows are knitted together as she stares at him, seemingly in the middle of what looks like some kind of internal debate - and he’s curling and uncurling the toes on each foot alternatively. Left. Right. Left. Right. Le-She clears her throat and Heeseung watches as she turns her attention to the red cotton in her hands. 

He knows he should speak. Explain himself. Tell her that it’s not what it looks like. That he must have put it there by mistake. Claim that he’s recently started sleepwalki-

“Is this my used underwear?” YN’s voice is quiet when she speaks, holding the material out towards him. 

There’s a pit in his stomach, a lump in his throat. Oh, Heeseung. Wearing all of his thoughts and feelings on his face. He takes a step back when she takes a step towards him. Afraid of what’s to come.

“Is this my used underwear?” She repeats.

He says nothing.

With a tiny smile, YN approaches him. He doesn’t move. ”Wow.” She whispers, holding his cheek in her palm. The pad of her thumb wiping a stray tear. “Here I was, thinking you were a good boy.” 

His bottom lip trembles, his hands holding onto her wrist. “I am.” He frowns. “I’m your good boy.”

“No,” she shakes her head. “You’re a pervert, Heeseung.” 

He whines at the sound of the word. Shaking his own head. Humming in disagreement.

“What was this doing in your pocket then?” 

With no words, he takes her hand in his, pulling her along to their shared room. Heeseung lifts his pillow, though he’s too ashamed to look at her.

Screwing his eyes shut as he hands he-And she sounds excited when she says: You’re using my dirty panties to jerk off? Oh, baby, you’re so cute.

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free use // s.jy

pairing // jake x afab!reader

word count // 0.7k

genre // smut. minors do not interact

warnings // free use, mentioned multiple rounds. mention of heeseung, jay, and sunghoon. unprotected sex, grinding, bodily groping, fingering, kitchen sex, creampie, slight dirty talk. lowercase intended, unestablished relationships

description // free use with a guilty but desperate jake.

you were doing the dishes when you felt someone wrap their arms around you and press their boner roughly against your ass. you automatically pressed back against him, assuming it was jay or sunghoon, or even heeseung, but you were wrong. it was jake, the only one who had yet to use you.

"please" he muttered, his hands desperately grabbing onto you, slipping under your shirt and impatiently groping your chest. he then snaked one hand down your shorts to your pussy which was already starting to drip arousal and pushed 2 fingers through you folds, automatically finding your clit.

"i heard sunghoon take you in the livingroom earlier and ive been painfully hard since then.. im sorry y/n but i cant help myself" he told you between groans as he rocked his dick against your ass roughly, pushing you against the counter as his fingers slipped into your slick and slightly abused walls, thrusting sloppily and just barely prepping you for his dick.

normally youd tell him to slow down and take his time but sunghoon had fucked you about an hour ago on the living room couch, so you didnt need to be thoroughly prepared to take jake, and you could tell just how much he needed you by the way his fingers were pinching and pulling violently on your hardened nipples and using his other hand to curl against your walls and press his palm against your clit.

"jakey" you whined, your pussy squeezing his fingers.

"it hurts, i need you so bad" jake said as he removed his hand from your shirt and pulled his throbbing dick out of his sweats before pressing it against your ass once again, leaving a streak of precum on your shorts.

"use me then" you told him and pulled your shorts and underwear down, letting them drop to the floor and pool around your ankles.

jake wasted no time grabbing his cock and thrusting himself between your lips to spread your arousal over his thick shaft before lining it up with your core with a little help from you since it was sort of a difficult position.

you spread your legs and bent foward slightly to give him more access as he automatically began pistoning his hips against you, his dick rubbing harshly at your walls, but it didnt hurt. in fact, the desperation in each thrust had you moaning loudly, the dishes obviously long forgotten.

the sound of skin slapping echoed through the kitchen as jake fucked you.

"im sorry" jake whined, kissing your neck as he continued to force his dick into you while his hands alternated from pulling you back against him by your hips and moving down to roughly grip your thighs.

"dont apologize, this is what im here for, jakey" you moaned, reaching one hand back to fist jakes hair, making him moan out against your neck.

"so wet and tight, taking me so well" he moaned, bringing a hand back to your chest to roughly squeeze your boobs again.

"use me please.. fill me with your cum jakey" you cried out, removing your hand from his hair and sliding it between your legs, circling your clit for more stimulation as you felt your orgasm building quickly, still sensitive from sunghoon.

"im gonna cum, im sorry" he muttered again, burying himself deep in your cunt as you squeezed around him tightly. "fuck, im so sorry" he apologized once more.

"do it jake, cum in me" you cried, hips bucking as you creamed around his cock.

jake repeated "fuck, fuck, fuck..." like a mantra as he emptied his hot cum into you with a few more deep thrusts.

you both stood there for a minute, riding out your highs before jake pulled out, his cum automatically dripping out of you and onto the floor, your shorts, and panties that were around your ankles.

"thank you y/n" jake said from behind you, feeling slightly guilty while putting his softening cock away.

"you dont have to thank me or feel bad jake. you can have me whenever you want" you told him, bending down to pull your shorts and now ruined underwear back up.

"you might as well leave them down baby, i never thought id see our jakey be so needy and honestly it was pretty hot.. you think you can take one more cock in that messy pussy of yours?" jay said from behind you, not exactly asking as he pulled his dick out and waited for you to bend over the counter.