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dance like you’re drunk with me — sjy

synopsis; jake wants to be respectful as friends, but not when he accidentally starts to see you in a different way

friends (to potential fwb) au! perv jake x dancer female reader

warnings; pain and crying, masturbation, both jake and reader being pervs, sensitive, overstimulation(/edging?), didn't proofread!

now playing; haunted - beyonce

Jake felt comfortable around you since you were able to talk about anything. Jake that felt a tiny crush grow, but felt too shy to even bring it up once, but he was nice. too overly nice in the friend group, it became weird at how nice he was.

so one day you needed a ride home, and Jake would arrive at the studio unaware that it was just you. he would look in every window unaware of where you were, in gray sweatpants and messy hair of someone who forgot about his alarm and ended up sleeping past it until you were calling him wondering if he would show up.

Stumbling through every room, but the lights were off. However, he was so sure you were somewhere close by, the way the walls vibrated. He'd rub his eyes, still trying to wake up but not wanting to disappoint you once until he saw lights on.

And he would be so surprised to see you doing something so different than how he's seen you before. The way your tank top was so loose yet so tight in the right places, and how tight he started to feel. He didn't want to see you like this (or at least he thought of being respectful around you).

The bass that would hit and you'd reach the floor, practicing a movement so sensual that you'd close your eyes and he'd stare in shock at your reflection in the mirror. Jake, who doesn't know how to act but suddenly becomes so hard that he's thinking about everything you could do if you were on him just like that, all sweaty because he didn't care. He didn't care about how wet you were.

But the song would end.

Jake would knock nervously on the window, signaling for you to open the door, and you'd be shocked and jog to the door, opening it, and telling him that you wanted to practice as much as you could before he got there.

He'd try and cover himself because who would want to be with a pervert like him? he'd excuse himself to the bathroom with a lie that he was looking for your room before heading to the bathroom. So you'd nod and start packing your things since he assured you that he wouldn't take long.

He sits in a stall, painfully hard and unaware of how to get rid of the pain that he feels in his pants. so sensitive.

He was so sure that the only cure could have you help him but he didn't want to ask. he was so shy. so he decides to pull his waistband down, his dick hitting his stomach while he wraps his hand around the red-colored tip. covering his mouth, unaware if there was anyone else in the bathroom with him.

he'd cum so fast while thinking about how you'd look in his bed, but he wanted to be respectful- take you on a date and get to know you a little bit better although you trusted him. but he'd shake so bad through his second orgasm when you message him.

"I'm waiting outside :)"

He didn't want to leave you waiting, so he'd calm himself down and clean himself up, pretending that nothing happened as he left the bathroom and took you home. But the drive home would be silent, grabbing your attention and asking him if anything happened, to which he'd respond.

"no sorry, I was just asleep so I'm still trying to process that"

and so you'd nod, pretending that everything was fine. pretending that you didn't hear jake moaning so loud inside the empty bathroom that echoed everything into the hallway.

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my dear melancholy — pjs

synopsis; jay's needy and he misses you -- soft dom! jay x female reader

warnings; unprotected sex (wrap it!), non-idol!jay, virgin jay + reader, cums untouched, oral (f. receiving), slight crying, riding, jay with a breeding kink (consensual), muncher! jay, cum eating, pet names (didn't proofread!)

now playing; pretty when you cry - lana del rey

jay misses you a lot, especially when the clock hits 1am and he sits in front of his laptop in the studio with no windows. he feels suffocated without any interaction for once, so he forces himself to finish the next verse in the song before grabbing his phone and texting you to come over.

"are you awake? do you think you can come over, i need your opinion on a song"

and there's no response. so jay scrolls on his phone and waits a bit before starting to pack his bag before the unlocked door opens and you're standing in front of him with tired eyes and him with a lovesick smile.

jay begins to hum low at the song that it sounds like a ballad until it turns into so much more than just the song but him so unbearably needy to feel you around him. so you two stare at eachother with the weird tension that the studio gives you two as the clock stops at 2am.

jay has thought about how good you'd ride him on the couch that sits on the right side of the room. so tiny but perfect for him to touch you.

"i'm sorry, this is so fucking weird and i didn't mean to do anything. i'm gonna leave now-"

so you pull his collar into a kiss, and he melts into the kiss as he falls onto the couch with you now riding him, and he isn't sure if the door is locked. and for jay it was the first time that he'd ever felt something like this and he could cum untouched but that was embarrassing to him.

all jay could think is about how good you feel around him and how fast he could come if you kept riding him like that; a pornographic type of moan that he was sure the studios next door could hear. and jay has touched himself before at the thought of you clenching around his dick.

and jay that feels the tension and decides to go in for a passionate kiss where you struggle to breathe, and he whimpers as he comes inside without a warning. so jay that takes a breather and looks at you like you put the stars in the sky.

he was so in love with you.

jay gets hard at how you moan loudly as he kisses down your neck, slowly reaching down and leaving hickeys on your chest. "so pretty just for me." he would lick like it was his last day seeing you like that in front of him.

jay that asks you if you're okay with continuing riding him because it felt as good as it did in his dream. he places his hands on your waist and slowly sits you, hovering over the tip as it barely goes in, and he moans at how sensitive he is. being so turned on that he doesn't realize your hand hovering over his throat.

he sits you down on the couch, and the only yellow lamp on his desk shows how desperate and needy he's gotten since you got here and he realized that he really could take his time with you. he licks while not breaking eye contact as you cover your mouth trying to not make noise.

"please baby I need to hear you." as he goes faster and faster and fingers you as you reach your high. moaning so loud that jay didn't care if everyone in the building could hear, he needed to take you in so badly in that moment.

jay cumming, with it spilling on the floor at the thought of someone catching you two in that moment because he thinks you look so pretty at the way you're taking him so well.

he takes his finger out and tastes it, moaning at how he sees how fucked you were. he hovers over you, kissing you passionately and looking at you while caressing your cheek.

"you're so fucking beautiful, please don't let this be a one night."

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stay quiet for me, would you? — sjy!

synopsis; jaeyun likes his neighbor a little too much, and he's bad at expressing his emotions. what could go wrong when all he does is look for you when he's drunk? — childhood friends/neighbors au!; desperate! jake x neighbor reader (smut, angst, somewhat fluff if you squint)

warnings — slow unprotected sex (wrap it!), drunk/needy (sub!) jake, everything's consensual, jay mention (friends), jake that overthinks everything and treats it like a situationship, and reader that doesn't know how to talk to jake.

note; everything's obvs fictional and for vibes! (didn't proofread ^^)

jake at 5. a studious kid who wanted to be everything that fit in his tiny mind at the time.

jake at 15. a kid from a rich family who played soccer with everyone because that's what he thought he was good at.

and jake at 22. a boy that covered his mouth after begging you to come to his house due to "an emergency" with layla when he wasn't aware of what to do (which wasn't a lie) but was a lie when you two ended up fucking in his closet because he was so unbearably needy that he didn't hear his parents come home late that night.

because childhood friends aren't supposed to be making out at 2am because he called you to fix his problem after he got so drunk with his friends that he ended up confessing everything. so, jake that would pretend like nothing happened when he saw you outside because he's so afraid of how dirty to might think of him for wanting to fuck his neighbor any chance he got.

until you two ended up hiding in his closet becaues of how needy he got. a childhood friend that was so in love with you but his dick was much more brave than him to confess. a loser. "don't make any noise, please, my pretty?" as he covered your mouth and forced himself in, closing his eyes at how tight it felt at this time.

and jake that would feel so embarrassed to confess about how he feels after that until he goes to your front door one night when nobody is home and kisses you like he's leaving tomorrow.

"you're the prettiest one for me, right baby?"

jake that would lie on his back staring at the window as he heard everyone outside, but he was too afraid to go outside. it had been two weeks since he last saw you. a little too long but a little too short to miss someone that he didn't date.

so, he would go on walks anywhere and everywhere until it got dark, and jay would drive him back home, asking each time why he walked for so long, knowing that jay lived far away. but how was he going to explain what you and him were? you're not dating. he's someone that wanted to fuck his neighbor and now that they left back to their hometown, he regrets it a lot- until jake got drunk.

12 hours were all that they gave him until he would call you asking to meet, unaware that you were so far, but you really weren't. you were home but not in the usual house next to jake's, but rather sleeping in the city for an event that took a huge amount of your time. but jaeyun missed you.

he liked the name jaeyun more than jake because when you called him jaeyun it made him feel a bit warm than jake. but all jake did was look for you when he was hard because how is he supposed to explain that an occurrence once didn't mean that he saw you as a one-night stand but rather someone that he's so in love with that he took painting classes in order to learn how to portray you through art.

so jake, that would force you to sit in front of him when he gets so drunk that jay has no choice but to call you, claiming that he didn't remember anyone's number but yours when it was actually the first contact that appeared when jay opened jake's phone. and jake that would sit in front of you with a lovesick look on his face as he traced your face, taking his time because maybe if he did, then time could stop for a moment.

"i kinda missed you, you know?" but jake avoided eye contact right after because of the serious look that you gave him, unsure of how to take his comment.

"let's get you to bed jaeyun." and jake, that would make himself heavier in his seat in order to avoid being carried to bed since he wanted to spend more time with you.

"you know, i liked the way you kissed me. it makes me feel that you actually like me back." jake that would say that but feel so much guilt the next morning when he would wake up and see you on the floor next to his bed. so he'd get up faster than a phone call and force you to sit on his bed because while you did avoid him, you still listened to him.

so jake that would sit you on his kitchen counter taking his time with you, holding your face while slowly going down to your neck and whimpering because of how sensitive he felt while you pulled on his hair. he swore he spent so much on every detail on your skin that the cookies in the oven were burnt 20 minutes ago but he could relive this moment every time because he wasn't sure on when you'd trust him like this again.

because all he did was turn off the oven and spend his time eating you out while you covered your mouth in case the neighbors heard you. but all jake wanted was to see you in more ways than just naked in his bed.

"i wish you could trust me a little bit more my pretty. stay quiet for me before my parents come home baby."

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22 took a lifetime — psh!

synopsis; hoon can’t stop thinking about you even while still being friends — childhood friends to lovers; downbad! hoon x childhoon friend reader

warnings — slow burn, slight crying, lots of tension + slow sex, both hoon and reader with commitment issues (didn't proofread ^^)

now playing: skinny - billie eilish

hoon that wakes up panting in the middle of the night with pain because of the way he seemed to sleep while reaching for something that isn’t there.

his phone vibrates every few seconds with messages that he knew you’d send. you that send him messages at 3am because you’re bored out of your mind but all hoon does is think about how you’d be able to sleep if he was there next to you, but he couldn’t confirm that.

hoon that didn’t want to see you differently at 13 or 17 because what was he supposed to know about falling in love so young?

hoon at 22 that lays on his bed sweating because the way summer seems to keep him up thinking about where you were if it wasn’t next to him.

hoon that texts you if you’d want to go out and eat with him because he got some extra money from somewhere and the first thing he wanted to do is sit at the beach because thats all that made you calm.

you that text hoon that you don’t know what to do with your life because you’re so tired and so hoon that invites you to this house next door and his house in the future when you’re both much older when he finally gets to move out and the first person he wants in his new house is you.

but hoon at 22 that thinks he’s waiting for so long loving you that he wants to take his time with you but what does commitment mean if you’re so afraid of it too?

and so hoon for graduation that invites you to his house to drink until what seems like 3am when he’d toss and turn because it was so hot in his room and now he’s sweating as he hovers over you and breathes heavily taking you in slowly thinking if it was so bad waiting for a moment like this.

hoon that goes in and out while marking your neck and crying because he’s so unsure if this was going to be the first and last time.

"you feel so good around me, breathe slow baby."

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loser! jake BUT readers all of a sudden nice to him and jake is confused (and turned on ofc) maybe special occasion or smthn.surprise ne queen !!

⁺𝅄 𓊆 ❀ 𓊇 just so u guys know.. this will be my last jake fic/drabble before I retire him :(( i write for all of the members and I didn’t think people would request or even like my loser!jake stuff this much, so he WILL make a retrurn on my blog, I just want to share my work for other enha members as well <33 pls understand

pair loser!jake x hot!reader ͡ ͘◡ ꫶᳝᳜᳝᳜᳝᳜৯ tags reverse cowgirl, cockwarming ✿ scene jake forgot their third anniversary, again. He’s bracing for punishment, but instead, you’re suddenly super nice to him. Like, really nice. Confused, flustered, and lowkey turned on, Jake starts to wonder: is this mercy… or a horrible horrible setup? ────── library ⊹ ࣪ click to join taglist

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Jake wakes up to the smell of bacon.

Which is weird, because he’s the one who usually forgets the pan and sets off the smoke alarm, and you usually sleep in on Sundays like it’s a constitutional right.

He blinks, dazed and warm and puffy-eyed, as your voice floats into the bedroom.

“Jakey,” you call softly. “Wake up baby. I made you breakfast.”

Jake sits up slowly. His hair’s a mess. His eyes are crusty. He’s half-hard under the blanket because of a dream he already forgot, and his first thought is:

Are you possessed?

“Baby?” you peek your head in, grinning.

Jake squints. “Wait. Did I die?”

You giggle. “No, dummy.”

“Did you die?”

“No.”

“Then why are you—” he looks down at the tray you’re carrying, eyes wide, “—bringing me pancakes?”

You sit beside him on the bed and brush a kiss to his cheek. “Because I love you.”

Jake flinches like you slapped him.

“You do?” he says, eyes watery.

You roll your eyes fondly. “Obviously.”

He leans against you, still confused but clinging like a koala.

Jake is an affectionate idiot, he clings without realizing, kisses without thinking, forgets his keys in your purse because “you’re the safe place.” But today, something about you is different.

You’re not just being kind, you’re being intentional.

You kiss him before he leaves the house.

You help him find his shoes even though they’re right where he always leaves them.

You pack his lunch. Write a little note.

And when he comes home after hanging with Sunghoon, there’s candles on the table.

Candles.

Jake stops in the doorway, staring.

“…Are we summoning something?”

You turn, wearing that adorable outfit, the one he kept staring at the day you tried it on in the store, too stunned to speak, until you went “should I not get it?” and he panic-yelled “NO GET IT GET IT.”

You wore it.

For him.

Jake gulps.

“Did I do something right?” he asks. “Or did I do something wrong and this is the part before you kill me?”

You walk over and wrap your arms around his waist, laying your cheek against his chest. “You did everything right.”

Jake stands frozen. His whole body is stiff, except for one very obvious part.

You notice.

Of course you do.

You giggle. “You’re so easy.”

Jake whines. “You’re being so nice to me. It’s turning me on. That feels unethical.”

Dinner is perfect.

You give him his favorite part of the steak.

You laugh at every one of his terrible jokes.

You even rub his knee under the table like you want him.

Jake’s not used to being the pretty one in the relationship. You’re hot. So hot. It makes no sense to anyone that you date a guy who once cried during an animal shelter ad and accidentally set his microwave on fire trying to make instant ramen.

And yet.

You treat him like he’s the prize.

Jake wants to cry.

And then…

You give him a gift.

Wrapped. Bow and all.

Jake tears it open, confused, and finds:

A framed photo of you two, from your beach trip where Jake got sunburned and you made fun of his farmer’s tan.

A pressed flower from the first bouquet he gave you. He thought you threw it out.

A tiny hand-written book titled: “101 Reasons Why I’m Glad You’re Mine”

Jake blinks down at the cover.

“I—I don’t—” he stammers.

And then, finally, his eyes flick to the calendar on the wall.

The date glows like a punch to the gut.

Anniversary. Three years.

Jake forgot.

You didn’t.

“Jake,” you say softly, sitting beside him on the bed. “You okay?”

He looks like you kicked his puppy.

“I’m the worst boyfriend ever.”

“No you’re not.”

“I am. You did all this. And I didn’t even get you, like— like a card. Or a rock I found outside. Or a dumb doodle or a weird TikTok link or, anything.”

You rest your hand on his.

Jake’s bottom lip wobbles. He sniffles.

“It’s okay,” you say gently. “You always forget dates. I kind of expected it.”

That only makes it worse.

“You knew I’d forget?” he says, heartbroken.

You give a small, sad smile. “It’s not about remembering. It’s about trying.”

Jake stares at you.

And then, without a word, he kneels.

He presses kisses to your thigh. Your knee. Your hip.

Your stomach.

“Let me make it up to you,” he murmurs. “Please.”

He worships you.

That’s the only word for it.

Jake moves with reverence. He kisses you like he’s trying to apologize with his mouth, long, wet kisses that leave you gasping.

When you slide his shirt off, he fumbles a little with yours.

“Can I see you?” he whispers. “Please?”

You nod.

Jake groans the second your top’s off. His hands are greedy, trembling, desperate. But still gentle.

He takes his time.

So much time.

“Turn around?” you ask softly, cheeks warm. “I wanna ride you. That way.”

Jake’s brain short-circuits.

“Reverse— um what is it— um?”

“Reverse cowgirl?.”

Jake whines, already tugging his pants off. “I don’t even know if my heart can take that.”

You straddle him, slow and teasing.

And when you sink down, his hands fly to your hips.

Then hesitate.

Then slowly, tentatively, cup your ass.

“Can I?” he whispers, voice wrecked.

You nod.

Jake lets out the dirtiest moan you’ve ever heard.

“Your ass is insane,” he babbles. “I’m—fuck—I’m gonna die. This is my punishment. You’re punishing me.”

He doesn’t even thrust.

He just holds you there, buried inside, cock so deep and warm that it feels like you’re melting together.

“P—please,” he breathes. “You’re so warm— n’so pretty. Like a goddess. Like an avenging angel with the softest—oh my god—you clenched.”

You giggle.

“I’m sorry,” he moans. “I know I forgot. I know I don’t deserve this. But I love you. I love you so much I feel it in my spine.”

You lean back slightly, rocking your hips once.

Jake chokes.

“I’ll never forget again,” he gasps. “Swear to god. I’ll tattoo it. I’ll set calendar alerts. I’ll carve it into my desk.”

You bounce once.

Jake screams.

You’re both laughing by the time he flips you over and kisses you breathless, trying to say everything with his hands and his mouth and his body that he forgot to say with words.

And after, when he’s soft inside you, buried to the hilt, and you’re both tangled and warm and sticky, Jake whispers:

“Next year I’m doing the most. Be ready.”

You hum, nuzzling into his chest. “Can’t wait.”

🪷 ─── @gxwesn @gyarumindd @somuchdard @ssanhwatto (join the taglist guys..)

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dance like you’re drunk with me — sjy

synopsis; jake wants to be respectful as friends, but not when he accidentally starts to see you in a different way

friends (to potential fwb) au! perv jake x dancer female reader

warnings; pain and crying, masturbation, both jake and reader being pervs, sensitive, overstimulation(/edging?), didn't proofread!

now playing; haunted - beyonce

Jake felt comfortable around you since you were able to talk about anything. Jake that felt a tiny crush grow, but felt too shy to even bring it up once, but he was nice. too overly nice in the friend group, it became weird at how nice he was.

so one day you needed a ride home, and Jake would arrive at the studio unaware that it was just you. he would look in every window unaware of where you were, in gray sweatpants and messy hair of someone who forgot about his alarm and ended up sleeping past it until you were calling him wondering if he would show up.

Stumbling through every room, but the lights were off. However, he was so sure you were somewhere close by, the way the walls vibrated. He'd rub his eyes, still trying to wake up but not wanting to disappoint you once until he saw lights on.

And he would be so surprised to see you doing something so different than how he's seen you before. The way your tank top was so loose yet so tight in the right places, and how tight he started to feel. He didn't want to see you like this (or at least he thought of being respectful around you).

The bass that would hit and you'd reach the floor, practicing a movement so sensual that you'd close your eyes and he'd stare in shock at your reflection in the mirror. Jake, who doesn't know how to act but suddenly becomes so hard that he's thinking about everything you could do if you were on him just like that, all sweaty because he didn't care. He didn't care about how wet you were.

But the song would end.

Jake would knock nervously on the window, signaling for you to open the door, and you'd be shocked and jog to the door, opening it, and telling him that you wanted to practice as much as you could before he got there.

He'd try and cover himself because who would want to be with a pervert like him? he'd excuse himself to the bathroom with a lie that he was looking for your room before heading to the bathroom. So you'd nod and start packing your things since he assured you that he wouldn't take long.

He sits in a stall, painfully hard and unaware of how to get rid of the pain that he feels in his pants. so sensitive.

He was so sure that the only cure could have you help him but he didn't want to ask. he was so shy. so he decides to pull his waistband down, his dick hitting his stomach while he wraps his hand around the red-colored tip. covering his mouth, unaware if there was anyone else in the bathroom with him.

he'd cum so fast while thinking about how you'd look in his bed, but he wanted to be respectful- take you on a date and get to know you a little bit better although you trusted him. but he'd shake so bad through his second orgasm when you message him.

"I'm waiting outside :)"

He didn't want to leave you waiting, so he'd calm himself down and clean himself up, pretending that nothing happened as he left the bathroom and took you home. But the drive home would be silent, grabbing your attention and asking him if anything happened, to which he'd respond.

"no sorry, I was just asleep so I'm still trying to process that"

and so you'd nod, pretending that everything was fine. pretending that you didn't hear jake moaning so loud inside the empty bathroom that echoed everything into the hallway.

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my dear melancholy — pjs

synopsis; jay's needy and he misses you -- soft dom! jay x female reader

warnings; unprotected sex (wrap it!), non-idol!jay, virgin jay + reader, cums untouched, oral (f. receiving), slight crying, riding, jay with a breeding kink (consensual), muncher! jay, cum eating, pet names (didn't proofread!)

now playing; pretty when you cry - lana del rey

jay misses you a lot, especially when the clock hits 1am and he sits in front of his laptop in the studio with no windows. he feels suffocated without any interaction for once, so he forces himself to finish the next verse in the song before grabbing his phone and texting you to come over.

"are you awake? do you think you can come over, i need your opinion on a song"

and there's no response. so jay scrolls on his phone and waits a bit before starting to pack his bag before the unlocked door opens and you're standing in front of him with tired eyes and him with a lovesick smile.

jay begins to hum low at the song that it sounds like a ballad until it turns into so much more than just the song but him so unbearably needy to feel you around him. so you two stare at eachother with the weird tension that the studio gives you two as the clock stops at 2am.

jay has thought about how good you'd ride him on the couch that sits on the right side of the room. so tiny but perfect for him to touch you.

"i'm sorry, this is so fucking weird and i didn't mean to do anything. i'm gonna leave now-"

so you pull his collar into a kiss, and he melts into the kiss as he falls onto the couch with you now riding him, and he isn't sure if the door is locked. and for jay it was the first time that he'd ever felt something like this and he could cum untouched but that was embarrassing to him.

all jay could think is about how good you feel around him and how fast he could come if you kept riding him like that; a pornographic type of moan that he was sure the studios next door could hear. and jay has touched himself before at the thought of you clenching around his dick.

and jay that feels the tension and decides to go in for a passionate kiss where you struggle to breathe, and he whimpers as he comes inside without a warning. so jay that takes a breather and looks at you like you put the stars in the sky.

he was so in love with you.

jay gets hard at how you moan loudly as he kisses down your neck, slowly reaching down and leaving hickeys on your chest. "so pretty just for me." he would lick like it was his last day seeing you like that in front of him.

jay that asks you if you're okay with continuing riding him because it felt as good as it did in his dream. he places his hands on your waist and slowly sits you, hovering over the tip as it barely goes in, and he moans at how sensitive he is. being so turned on that he doesn't realize your hand hovering over his throat.

he sits you down on the couch, and the only yellow lamp on his desk shows how desperate and needy he's gotten since you got here and he realized that he really could take his time with you. he licks while not breaking eye contact as you cover your mouth trying to not make noise.

"please baby I need to hear you." as he goes faster and faster and fingers you as you reach your high. moaning so loud that jay didn't care if everyone in the building could hear, he needed to take you in so badly in that moment.

jay cumming, with it spilling on the floor at the thought of someone catching you two in that moment because he thinks you look so pretty at the way you're taking him so well.

he takes his finger out and tastes it, moaning at how he sees how fucked you were. he hovers over you, kissing you passionately and looking at you while caressing your cheek.

"you're so fucking beautiful, please don't let this be a one night."

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[est. 02 | masterlist!]

all written by me! fictional, just for vibes (only writing for enha hyung line because that’s what I feel comfortable doing ^^ feel free to request in my asks :-)

heeseung! — lhs

[coming soon]

jay — pjs

my dear melancholy (smut)

jake — sjy

stay quiet for me, would you? (angst, smut, fluff)

dance like you’re drunk with me (perv! jake)

sunghoon — psh

22 took a lifetime (smut/slight angst)

night under the moon (coming soon)

hyung line — threesome, drabbles

so good (to me) — sjy/psh (coming soon)

so pretty (to me) — pjs/lhs (coming soon)

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stay quiet for me, would you? — sjy!

synopsis; jaeyun likes his neighbor a little too much, and he's bad at expressing his emotions. what could go wrong when all he does is look for you when he's drunk? — childhood friends/neighbors au!; desperate! jake x neighbor reader (smut, angst, somewhat fluff if you squint)

warnings — slow unprotected sex (wrap it!), drunk/needy (sub!) jake, everything's consensual, jay mention (friends), jake that overthinks everything and treats it like a situationship, and reader that doesn't know how to talk to jake.

note; everything's obvs fictional and for vibes! (didn't proofread ^^)

jake at 5. a studious kid who wanted to be everything that fit in his tiny mind at the time.

jake at 15. a kid from a rich family who played soccer with everyone because that's what he thought he was good at.

and jake at 22. a boy that covered his mouth after begging you to come to his house due to "an emergency" with layla when he wasn't aware of what to do (which wasn't a lie) but was a lie when you two ended up fucking in his closet because he was so unbearably needy that he didn't hear his parents come home late that night.

because childhood friends aren't supposed to be making out at 2am because he called you to fix his problem after he got so drunk with his friends that he ended up confessing everything. so, jake that would pretend like nothing happened when he saw you outside because he's so afraid of how dirty to might think of him for wanting to fuck his neighbor any chance he got.

until you two ended up hiding in his closet becaues of how needy he got. a childhood friend that was so in love with you but his dick was much more brave than him to confess. a loser. "don't make any noise, please, my pretty?" as he covered your mouth and forced himself in, closing his eyes at how tight it felt at this time.

and jake that would feel so embarrassed to confess about how he feels after that until he goes to your front door one night when nobody is home and kisses you like he's leaving tomorrow.

"you're the prettiest one for me, right baby?"

jake that would lie on his back staring at the window as he heard everyone outside, but he was too afraid to go outside. it had been two weeks since he last saw you. a little too long but a little too short to miss someone that he didn't date.

so, he would go on walks anywhere and everywhere until it got dark, and jay would drive him back home, asking each time why he walked for so long, knowing that jay lived far away. but how was he going to explain what you and him were? you're not dating. he's someone that wanted to fuck his neighbor and now that they left back to their hometown, he regrets it a lot- until jake got drunk.

12 hours were all that they gave him until he would call you asking to meet, unaware that you were so far, but you really weren't. you were home but not in the usual house next to jake's, but rather sleeping in the city for an event that took a huge amount of your time. but jaeyun missed you.

he liked the name jaeyun more than jake because when you called him jaeyun it made him feel a bit warm than jake. but all jake did was look for you when he was hard because how is he supposed to explain that an occurrence once didn't mean that he saw you as a one-night stand but rather someone that he's so in love with that he took painting classes in order to learn how to portray you through art.

so jake, that would force you to sit in front of him when he gets so drunk that jay has no choice but to call you, claiming that he didn't remember anyone's number but yours when it was actually the first contact that appeared when jay opened jake's phone. and jake that would sit in front of you with a lovesick look on his face as he traced your face, taking his time because maybe if he did, then time could stop for a moment.

"i kinda missed you, you know?" but jake avoided eye contact right after because of the serious look that you gave him, unsure of how to take his comment.

"let's get you to bed jaeyun." and jake, that would make himself heavier in his seat in order to avoid being carried to bed since he wanted to spend more time with you.

"you know, i liked the way you kissed me. it makes me feel that you actually like me back." jake that would say that but feel so much guilt the next morning when he would wake up and see you on the floor next to his bed. so he'd get up faster than a phone call and force you to sit on his bed because while you did avoid him, you still listened to him.

so jake that would sit you on his kitchen counter taking his time with you, holding your face while slowly going down to your neck and whimpering because of how sensitive he felt while you pulled on his hair. he swore he spent so much on every detail on your skin that the cookies in the oven were burnt 20 minutes ago but he could relive this moment every time because he wasn't sure on when you'd trust him like this again.

because all he did was turn off the oven and spend his time eating you out while you covered your mouth in case the neighbors heard you. but all jake wanted was to see you in more ways than just naked in his bed.

"i wish you could trust me a little bit more my pretty. stay quiet for me before my parents come home baby."

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22 took a lifetime — psh!

synopsis; hoon can’t stop thinking about you even while still being friends — childhood friends to lovers; downbad! hoon x childhoon friend reader

warnings — slow burn, slight crying, lots of tension + slow sex, both hoon and reader with commitment issues (didn't proofread ^^)

now playing: skinny - billie eilish

hoon that wakes up panting in the middle of the night with pain because of the way he seemed to sleep while reaching for something that isn’t there.

his phone vibrates every few seconds with messages that he knew you’d send. you that send him messages at 3am because you’re bored out of your mind but all hoon does is think about how you’d be able to sleep if he was there next to you, but he couldn’t confirm that.

hoon that didn’t want to see you differently at 13 or 17 because what was he supposed to know about falling in love so young?

hoon at 22 that lays on his bed sweating because the way summer seems to keep him up thinking about where you were if it wasn’t next to him.

hoon that texts you if you’d want to go out and eat with him because he got some extra money from somewhere and the first thing he wanted to do is sit at the beach because thats all that made you calm.

you that text hoon that you don’t know what to do with your life because you’re so tired and so hoon that invites you to this house next door and his house in the future when you’re both much older when he finally gets to move out and the first person he wants in his new house is you.

but hoon at 22 that thinks he’s waiting for so long loving you that he wants to take his time with you but what does commitment mean if you’re so afraid of it too?

and so hoon for graduation that invites you to his house to drink until what seems like 3am when he’d toss and turn because it was so hot in his room and now he’s sweating as he hovers over you and breathes heavily taking you in slowly thinking if it was so bad waiting for a moment like this.

hoon that goes in and out while marking your neck and crying because he’s so unsure if this was going to be the first and last time.

"you feel so good around me, breathe slow baby."

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ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ 𝗣𝗥𝗘𝗖𝗜𝗢𝗨𝗦ㅤㅤ sim jaeyun

ㅤㅤㅤㅤ 𝗦𝗖𝗥𝓲𝗣𝗧───𝗃𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝖽𝗈𝖾𝗌 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝖽𝗈 𝖿𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗇𝖽𝗌 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖻𝖾𝗇𝖾𝖿𝗂𝗍𝗌 𝖺𝗋𝗋𝖺𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗌.

❪ 5O1O ❫ ｡ jake 𝗑 𝖿!𝗋 𝑖𝑛 𝖿𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗇𝖽𝗌 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖻𝖾𝗇𝖾𝖿𝗂𝗍𝗌 ✿ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT ! making out, explicit sex, fingering, oral ( f ! receiving ), car sex, jake is a little crazy

﹙◜ᴗ⁠◝⁠﹚ first and last time writing smut, this was so stressful >< please be nice. the plot is silly .. jake is silly erm anyway a big big thanks to casey my baef for reviewing this or i would have never posted. happy reading !

OO1 I WANT YOU

jake first bumped into you during one of the university competitions. you both were volunteering for different contests, running around, and he quite literally bumped into you. apologies spun in the air and you were quick to brush it off, maybe because you were busy. it occured to him that you are very pretty.

second time, it was at the congratulatory dinner with the winners exactly two weeks later. you were incredibly happy, pouring drinks and helping others and he was incredibly curious.

third time, well— you were already in his bed. wasted, tired, satisfied, and it’s a scene that’s burned into his mind.

numbers were exchanged, you both agreed on fridays. although, it barely only stayed limited to fridays. you started calling him after your long and tiring labs and he would want a taste of you after his football coach would get on his nerves again.

the first time he was in your bed would be today. he offered to drive you back and you pulled him closer by his collar in the elevator.

you’re pretty sure you’ve made a mess out of your apartment while bumping into things and making your way inside. it doesn’t really matter though. with jake, every mess leads to something good.

“oh, jake!” you moan as he thrusts into you, arms on either side of your head. sex with jake was incredible. he was caring, despite having his long dick in your tight hole, despite teasing you till he had his fill before filling you up.

he fucks you nice and gentle and his eyes never leave your face, wanting to see every single expression, to watch you as you let out the sweetest, most alluring sounds.

“you close, angel?” he grunts as he fucks you slow and deep, with so much passion. you are a wanton mess and he can only chuckle at the muddle he has made out of you, leaving you speechless and fucked to the point you are only nodding furiously, digging your nails into him.

he can see the sweat on your forehead, making your baby hairs stick to your skin. he can feel you clenching around him— you’re still so tight after he has fucked you so many times.

he kisses your neck, right above your pulse, whispering in his low yet sugary voice as he pulls all out before inching all the way inside the very next moment. “come for me, doll,”

your eyes flutter shut as he pushes into you deeper, one hand finding its way to your clit as he elevates your pleasure.

you look unreal with moonlight reflecting off your skin. he is thanking the universe for making the power go out tonight because you look breath taking, and you have taken his breath away.

his tongue runs over your lips and then into your mouth and your moans echo through his mouth when he begins to kiss you slowly. you whimper, wrapping your legs around his waist to pull him closer. “g-gonna cum, jaeyun. . .”

“i know,” he breaths, feeling himself getting closer. he can feel it more than before when he glazes down at your body, all weak and hot, all because of him. it’s like a switch turning on in you when he looks at you like you belong here, and you come undone.

he pulls out with a grunt, pumping his cock on top of you before coming all over your lower stomach. he makes such a mess, although he doubts you would want it otherwise. the sheets are not a problem, he would make sure to help you clean them as a fair apology— not because he fucked you so hard you made a mess all over your sheets, but because it would happen again.

sometimes, you wonder if this is how it is supposed to be.

he immediately grabs a towel to clean you up. his actions are slow and soft and you let out a relaxed sigh at the way he trails his lips over your belly, tasting the remnant of him on his tongue. he goes further down and kisses the insides of your thigh, knowing just now it gets you all bothered.

his eyes find yours from down below, and you wonder why he looks at you like that while he wonders if you are aware that you are otherworldly.

he senses your breath even out and you slip into slumber. you are always the first one to fall asleep and he thinks it’s adorable. he covers you with a duvet, gaze refusing to leave you— who looks so angelic in the after glow, so spent, so blissfully unaware of the things you make him feel.

he guesses he should sleep on the couch but then he decides to stay and watch you longer. your eyes flutter during sleep in the most hypnotising ways and you look like you should be given everything you ever desire. you deserve to have all your wishes fulfilled, to be happy every second of life and never feel lacking. if it is the stars and moon that you want— stars and moon shall you receive.

jake realises this is the first time he has watched you sleeping for so long. he realises how lucky he is to see you like this, bare, open, content. he realises you deserve the entire world instead of some convenient sex a few times a week— the thought leaves a bitter taste on his tongue.

his heart beats faster and he can feel his fingers clenching involuntarily over the sheets. jake realises you deserve to be sought after every day, every hour, every minute, every second, and not only on days he wants pleasure.

he thinks he is losing his mind, but he feels like a sick bastard to reduce someone like you to just sex, when you deserve to be made love to with utmost care and passion.

a voice in his head tells him he is overthinking— you agreed to this, fully sober. but he still feels an ache in his heart when he thinks about the first time he had sex with you, and he winces at his sheer stupidity for landing you in this arrangement when you deserve better.

the soft rustling of sheets turns his attention to you as you turn, hugging the other pillow in your arms. your cheeks are squished against the soft material— so pure, innocent, like a fairy.

jake feels sick to his stomach.

OO2 IN WAYS MORE THAN ONE

jake feels like the worst man to walk on god’s green earth.

his head is spinning and he can’t stop thinking about the beautiful sounds you let out while he fucked you out of your head the other day— each memory making him feel guiltier.

it’s been three days since he has seen you.

three days of pushing and pulling, of his fingers hovering over your contact to give a call back, three days of holding at the single string of reason left in him.

he avoids walking by your classes, even taking the longer route in the scorching heat. he does a complete one-eighty when he sees you from across the cafeteria, making an excuse to his friends and hurrying out.

jake is absolutely going through it because you went to your birthday party and your pictures on instagram are turning him on. he almost considers unfollowing you but ends up liking your post instead.

he thinks about all the times he has fucked you and all the sounds you let out for him and almost jerks off in the washroom stalls— almost, because he slaps himself back to reality and goes back to having his face buried deep betweent the pages of his book, this time.

“i feel like shit,” is the first thing he says as soon as he plops down on the chair next to sunghoon, immediately going for the can of soda on the table.

“did something happen?” there’s curiosity, just not enough to make him look up.

but the sound of jake popping the can open catches his attention anyway, followed by a groan from the australian. “me and yn are fucking,”

a pause. sunghoon shrugs. he doesn’t think there’s anything wrong with that.

for one, you’re really beautiful. if he didn’t know any better, sunghoon would fuck you too out of sheer jealously. and two, jake goes off about you on a weekly basis and it doesn’t take a scientist to know that he might have a thing for you.

although, having sex with your crush on a friday to friday arrangement sounds way awkward for sunghoon’s liking. “oh? good for you,”

“no— no,” jake leans over the table, really engrossed in telling his friend why this is the biggest sin he could’ve ever committed. “this need to stop. she deserves something proper, more than just convenient sex,”

and the latter can only furrow his brows at his words. jake might just be the first person to complaint about this. “is it that serious?”

“it is! she deserves more— better,” he is firm, adamant. there’s an extra emphasis on the way he says better, and he says it so condensingly as if he knows he cannot provide you with that, or maybe he is too scared too.

“does she?” sunghoon scoffs. “or do you want more?”

more.

he does like the sound of that.

jake would never admit it to you, maybe it’s fear, or maybe he doesn’t want to look like a loser in front of you.

he thinks you look the prettiest when you’re basking in the afterglow, hair sprawled over his pillows. when your lips are swollen from all the kissing, when you’re exhausted and too far ruined for another round— jake thinks you might be an angel.

when you asked him if you could stay over for the first time, he wondered if that was even conventional. is that a part of this arrangement? but he ignores that question, immediately grabbing a tshirt for you from his cupboard.

and now on nights you stay over, he stays awake fixing your blanket to make sure you aren’t cold. he can’t sleep— his heartbeat is way too loud on his ears. on nights like those, he fights back the urge to brush his knuckles over the soft skin of your cheek, to gently run his fingers through your hair and kiss you good night on the forehead.

on nights like those, jake wishes there was something more; but then the sun rises and you are gone— the cycle continues.

sunghoon stares at him from his peripheral. watching his friend zone out occasionally isn’t really new, and he taps his pen on the table to get him out of the trance. “i asked you a question,”

“oh, right— uh,” there’s hesitation, jake is thinking. “i’ll see you later,” and then he scurries off out of the study room with a newly found realisation.

sim jaeyun is terrible, terrible at self control.

it’s no news, just a touch from you gets him worked up. it’s a doucious sin, neither of you mind it. study sessions are an excuse, if anything. jake knows you aren’t any better. you can’t wait until fridays and honestly— he wouldn’t mind eating you out any day despite trying to be the voice of reason between you two. but jake, jaeyun, the way you say it, so sweet and breathlessly, the way you chant his name when he has you spread out on the farthest table in the library, when he’s pounding into you and you’re biting your lips to muffle any sounds— it’s heaven.

but back to him and his self control, absolutely terrible.

jake turns like a firefly to the light when he hears your voice. you have him enchanted, like a moth to a flame. he sees you walk out of your lecture hall and he is gone, tranced.

you look like an angel, you are an angel, irrevocably so. maybe it’s the fact that he hasn’t seen you in four days— his fault for avoiding you and now it’s coming back to bite him— but you look so incredible.

“hi, jake,” he thinks you are calling his name or maybe, it’s just his mind playing games, until you wave your hand in front of his face and bring him back to reality.

“hi,” he huffs, already breathless by the sight of you in your outfit. he doesn’t think he has seen you in that before and he is thanking every deity up there for letting him witness the sight in front of him.

“you good?” you raise your brows, you words once again get him out of his trail of thoughts. your voice is the only thing grounding him to reality and the sight of you is making him lose his mind— it’s everything that’s making him so crazy.

“yeah, very,” and he is ogling you in that outfit, undressing you with his eyes and barely even trying to hide it. god, he can feel himself getting hard just by looking at you. “you don’t know what seeing you in that does to me,”

he says it like a sinful secret, you’d be lying if it doesn’t rouse you a little. his gaze alone does the magic, already having your mind visiting places that would be deemed inappropriate by the code of conduct of your university.

“is that your way of saying i look beautiful?” you don’t let up. god, you are the death of him, looking him in the eyes with dirtiest innuendos, and jake would gladly die in your arms.

“yes. you look so beautiful,” he runs his eyes over the empty hallways before whispering against the shell of your ear. “it’s taking everything in me to not rip that off you,”

and jake doesn’t waste another second before pulling you inside the janitor’s room with him. he is quick with his hands, pushing you up against the door before kissing you hungrily.

it’s insanity how he works you up easily, like he knows you inch by inch. what you like and what you don’t— like having him kiss you messily while grinding his hips against yours— an action that takes you to heaven and back.

he feels your fingers trace over the back of his neck, making him shudder, and he is deliberately letting out a long exhale against your ear. he knows you are impatient, gosh, you always are, despite trying to be so calm and composed, only to be reduced to a puddle by just a few nips and kisses.

“so fucking pretty—” he whispers, pressing kisses along your cheeks, trailing them down to the corner of your lips just so he can hear how adorably you whine when he stops short.

he knows he is dragging this out, it’s evil but he loves it when you’re needy. he plants open mouth kisses against the column of your neck while undoing the buttons of your blouse. and he does it exactly the way that would get you worked up— slow, deliberate, teasing as his fingers brush over your breasts.

his lips find your neck, sucking gently at the sensitive skin while his hand pushes down your bra and trails down to your breasts as his thumb starts to circle your nipple. you clutch onto him, barely able to speak anything except. “jaeyun,”

“yeah,” he responds, grinning against your neck. he loves the way you say his name, like a prayer, like your life depends on it. “got a class after this, pretty?”

you can barely make out his words, only focusing on the way he slides his hand under your trousers, feeling the damp spot on your panties before pushing the flimsy cloth aside.

“yes, but it’s— oh, jake,” your words are cut short by a gasp when his finger finds your clit, and he grins at how you spread your legs instinctively.

“gotta keep that in mind,” he mumbles before capturing your lips in a rough kiss, half because he loves the feeling of his lips against yours, half because you do have a tendency to get loud when he’s working you out with his fingers.

his thumb rubs gentle circles against your sensitive bundle of nerves, barely giving you what you want. he drinks in every single moan and whimper that dances off your lips while your eyes are closed in bliss— he thinks this is the most beautiful you’ve ever been.

your voice is honeyed— needy and saccharine and breathe— and it has his mind fogging up in admiration. your head is thrown back against the door while he continues his ministrations, flicking your clit. jake could die happily in this very moment and he would have no complaints.

this is everything he desires for yet fears, just being with you makes his heart race in inexplicable ways. the way you’re drowning in pleasure and need, so lovely— it breaks his heart knowing this is only about sex.

his mind registers your moan when he sweeps his index finger across your clit but he is far too lost in his head to focus on anything. you deserved to be treasured, to be loved, like the precious thing that you are. you whine and roll your hips to meet his hand, eager for more, only for him to rip his fingers out.

“jake—” you’re pleading nonsense while clinging to him, but he is already mumbling apologies and fixing your outfit like this was never meant to happen.

“i’m sorry,” there’s a crack in his voice, a slight shakiness that paints confusion all over your face.

“what?” you are still out of breath and in disbelief, not sure if it’s because of his words or because he left you undone for the first time in three weeks.

and jake, hell, he sees the desperation in your eyes. he knows you need him; and he can give in with the way his cock is straining inside his pants but the ache in his chest is far more and worse.

he knows you deserve to be worshiped all over, to be kissed over your skin and told sweet nothings, to have someone who says your name like a chant. you deserve the entire world, instead of some weekly sex that you both are hiding from the entire world like a sin.

so, jake simply walks out of the door once he has fixed your clothes, saying just three words that leave you perplexed. “you deserve better,”

OO3 IN ALL WAYS THAT MATTER

i’m sorry.

you scoff to yourself.

you deserve better.

and you do it again, this time in disbelief. you flip the pen in your hands, barely paying attention to the material in front of you. for a second, you wonder if this was a joke, although nothing about it was funny. especially now the way jake left you high and dry in the janitor’s room a few days ago.

maybe he is conveniently and very politely trying to tell you that he doesn’t want to have sex with you anymore, hoping you aren’t offended— you do feel quite offended, actually.

jake had no complaints before this and you certainly don’t either.

you both work together just fine, having flexible schedules, communicating actively— well, except now— great in bed ( you would give yourself that. ) you don’t know when you grew a habit of sleeping over at his place, maybe it was when you started waking to the fragrance of freshly prepared food.

you don’t even know if this was a part of the deal. ‘i can’t leave you starving after last night,’ he what he would say as an excuse. it was awkward at first, then you started to find it fun, except when you two almost missed a test because you both got a little too busy in the kitchen.

he is handsome, sweet, kind, and generous with aftercare. he treats you like porcelain after ravishing you all night, like you’re something precious. he is good with his fingers and really fucking great with his mouth. it would be greedy to ask for anything more than having his face buried between your thighs on a weekly basis.

you try to think what you could have done wrong, only to end up with your hands devoid of an answer. you sometimes catch his eyes while passing by his lecture halls— he sits in the front— you don’t understand why he looks at you so much yearning while also running away from you.

no matter which way you think, you can’t find a rational explanation for everything he said to you three days ago.

you recognise jake’s perfume like the back of your hand. it’s woody with oud, oddly fitting for him. sometimes, you wake up with his scent lingering on your skin and it provides you a weird sense of comfort. your eyes follow his movements as he walks inside the library.

you almost wait for him to notice you and say something but he doesn’t. you wonder if he is ignoring you and end up calling out to him yourself. “fancy seeing you here,”

“oh, hi,” and he quite literally freezes at your voice. his heart only beats faster the longer he stares at you. you are angry, a little hurt, he can see it in your eyes. i’m sorry, he wants to say, but he chickens out like usual. “i’ll just— ”

“you’re avoiding me,” you retort, not wanting him to leave you hanging like the last time.

“i’m not—” and he defends himself, only to be cut off by your sharp words.

“stop lying, jake,” he figures that you are really mad, more than he expected you to be.and you wonder if this is even that serious— you two are literally just fuck buddies, but you still find yourself continuing. “you’re ignoring my calls and not even replying to my texts,”

an eerie silence follows. you’ve barely known him for a couple of weeks and can still tell that this is not jake— quiet, lost, speechless, with a gaze that meets everything but your eyes.

“sorry,” is all he is able to say. he does feel guilty. heck, more than he did while trying to fuck you in the janitor’s room. jake feels like the worst guy ever, all because of this stupid situation he got you both into.

it’s stupid, you conclude. you don’t even know what you’re upset at. if it’s his words from that day, his unexpected apology or the fact that he walked out on you in the middle of whatever you were doing, without explanation. “if you don’t want to have sex with me anymore, that’s fine—”

“i never said that,” his voice is firm and his next words are determined, like they’re the only ones that matter. “i just said you deserve more,”

“but i am content with this!” you almost want to throw something. jake is refusing to have sex with you because he thinks you deserve better— it feels straight out a poorly written script of a movie. “i’m happy with what we have, i don’t want to be greedy,”

“no, you should be greedy,” he is adamant, shaking his head and all. “you’re amazing— wonderful, you deserve better than some empty sex every week,”

no, you can’t be stupid— he is.

it would be the first time in the history of any friends with benefits arrangement that this is happening. you realise that you can go on for hours about how you are happy with him fucking you every week and he would still refuse respectfully, telling you that you deserve better.

you don’t even think you are mad anymore, just amused. despite his serious voice, you find yourself biting back a giggle at his slightly red face. he’s standing in front of you, arms crossed, actually frowning and fighting for your supposed loss in this arrangement which was mutually agreed upon.

“if i didn’t know any better, i’d assume this is your bad attempt at flirting,” you manage to chuckle and he is already pulling out a chair next to you.

it’s like his breath gets caught up in his throat and he is tapping his finger on the table just as fast as his heartbeat. “what if it is?” maybe, he is just taking your chances, maybe he’ll end up making a fool out of himself— it doesn’t matter anymore.

“jaeyun,” you whine, your fingers pulling on his soft locks when he draws his finger inside your wet hole, almost chuckling as you arch your back off the seat.

“didn’t even do much yet,” he scoffs mockingly, head slanting forward until you could feel his breath against your folds. “you’re already that fucked out?”

it’s your fault, clearly.

you shouldn’t have tried arguing with jake in the middle of library, definitely shouldn’t have tried to rile him up by trying to stroke him through his pants while he was trying to focus on his studies so desperately.

you knew acting up would get you in trouble and you have quite literally landed in the hands of trouble itself— in the backseat of his car with your legs spread open— although, you doubt you would have it any other way.

“oh, shut up—” you huff, still having a little bit of attitude and honestly, jake finds it cute, but so is everything else about you.

you make a throaty cry when he adds another finger, closing your doused eyes when he places a tender kiss on your clit. he’s doing it with practiced ease, knowing you inside-out like anyone else. you’re breathing in deep and exhaling sharply while he strokes your sloppy wet cunt with the tip of his tongue.

he hums satisfactorily at how good you taste. it’s like drugs and he is addicted.

“jake,” you let out a whine, riddled with impatience. “please,”

sometimes, you ask yourself why you are unable to say anything except his name and desperate plea when he has you like this. as if on cue, he presses a few feather light kisses over your dripping folds and hooks his hand under your thighs to pull you closer, already aligning himself at your entrance.

“you’re so beautiful,” he teases his tip at your entrance, adoring your chest with light kisses that are ever so gentle. “so, so, precious,”

you wrap your arms around his neck almost like you don’t want to let him go. he is teasing you and it’s too good and too painful, all at once, and you can only let out a breathy “jake—”

“i want you so bad, baby,” and jake would rather die than keep you waiting. so, he inches into you slowly, head finding your neck instantly as you squeeze him tighter than the last time he fucked you. “in ways more than one,” he whispers a breathy confession, pressing his nose against the side of your neck. “in all ways that matter,”

he wonders if you realise that your heartbeats are in sync.

he lets out a soft groan, drawn and breathy as your walls squeeze around him with each thrust. you whimper when he hits a certain spot and he only lets out a low moan when you suck him deeper.

“fuck—right there, jaeyun!” you’re breathing much more erratic now, raising your hips to meet his. and jake wonders if you know how you get him going when you call him that.

it’s just his name, someone would argue, but the way you say it, so sweet and desperate, coated in your lovely voice.. he likes how it rolls off your tongue. you say it like it’s your right and it is— he is your jaeyun.

he speeds up his thrusts when he feels you getting closer. he pulls away from your neck and loses himself in how ethereal you look, the glow of your face surpassing the stars.

you tug him by his hair pull him into a kiss. he kisses you carefully, unlike his hips pounding into you. his lips move with tenderness, with adoration, and he pulls back to look into your eyes. “go on a date with me, darling,”

“what?” you’re not quite sure if you heard that correctly. you could very well be out of your mind, considering how he is fucking you brainless.

honestly, you can barely think about anything, too busy thinking about how good his cock feels inside you, the way he is moving. he angles his hips better, just the way it would make you come, and you let out a cry.

“i want to give you— fuck —better,” you know it just by his voice that he is close, with the way he moves inside you so desperately. “andnif we’re gonna keep fucking, you have to go on a date with me first,”

and it makes you laugh at how he is so determined to ask you out even in this state, when either of you can barely think, only breathing and groaning heavily. your walls spasm around him as you let go with a whine and he follows with a loud grunt. he presses his forehead against yours, continuing to slam his hips into you and fucking you both through the orgasm.

he slumps on top of you when you both finish, catching his breath. his eyes are closed and he plants a kiss on your temple when he feels you nuzzle in the crook of his neck.

“what if it doesn’t work out?” you finally manage to whisper after a while, not sure if you are scared or just stating a possibility.

but jake sees right through you, as always, pressing soft, gentle kisses on your cheeks with the sweetest smile. “not a chance,”

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WHILE YOU WERE SLEEPING ✶ 𝗎𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗌𝗅𝖾𝖾𝗉𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖻𝗈𝗒𝖿𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗇𝖽

MOVIE SCRIPT ──── you can’t help yourself whenever jake looks this pretty, especially when he looks so peaceful asleep.

❪ MI AMOR ❫ ｡ sim jaeyun x fem. reader 1462 smut ✶ somno, breeding, riding, sub! jake, soft dom! reader, unprotected sex, oral (m), slight overstim ❪ . . puppy, baby, sweet boy . . ❫

directors note ◜ᴗ◝ yk i just had to celebrate 800 followers with some sub jake! puppy jaeyun is back! and so am i :3 pls ignore any typos 🧎🏻

REBLOG FOR A KISS !

it was late, past midnight when you felt yourself get needy.

its not new to you, from within the midnight hours that your mind just keeps on running and soon enough you need to get off. but what was new, was the conversation you and jake had the week prior.

you both wanted to try some things out in bed, you both gave your ideas and talked. one of the ideas was waking him up by touching him, or just completely using him and hope he doesnt wake.

he told you that he wanted to try it out, but don’t mention whenever you want to do it, he really wants to experience that shocking pleasure.

so tonight was the night.

jake was a pretty normal sleeper, never too light and never too deep. so you had to be careful, you didnt know how he was sleeping this night. you moved around on the bed, slowly taking off your panties before removing the blanket.

his body shifted, but he stayed asleep.

you moved your hands to palm against his boxers, as you both never sleep fully clothed anyways, it was easy to get this started. his breathing was normal so you took this chance to slowly pull his boxers down, watching how his cock moved to lay against his stomach.

you wrapped your fingers around his length and took the tip into your mouth, his cock twitching and he scrunched his nose—but stayed asleep. you licked around his base and slowly took all of him into your mouth, feeling how his cock was slowly but surely getting harder by each second.

bobbing your head gently, you started to suck him off. your cheeks hallow as your tongue was flat against his length, your eyes never leaving his face. it was exciting, how nervous you were with trying to not wake him up, but those nerves kept you going.

he slightly moved in his sleep, a soft huff of air leaving his lips as you sucked him, lifting off to lick around his tip before going back down, his fingers slightly gripping onto the bedsheets.

you didnt stop, your eyes glued onto your lover as he stirred in his sleep, whimpers leaving his lips as his hips bucked up, causing his cock to push deeper. his breathing was heavy, his cheeks red and you could tell even when he was asleep, he was close.

you lifted off his cock and wrapped a hand around it, fast but gentle, you started to pump your hand. watching his stomach rise and fall then tighten as he got closer, his moans slightly louder but breathy. his hips jolted up and he came, white sticky liquid seeping out of his tip, falling down onto your hand.

after he came, you pulled away. your cunt soaking with need as you carefully climbed on top of him, positioning his hard cock to your entrance. with a deep breath you pushed down, a gasp leaving your lips as he filled your wet pussy with his leaking cock.

jake let out a whine at this touch, his face scrunching up again and he moved, your hands pushing his chest down softly as you fully sat yourself on his cock. waiting a few minutes before you started to roll your hips, feeling how his cock was slowly moving inside you.

oh you couldnt wait to see jaeyun’s eyes as he woke up, how he’d react. after a while, you quickened your pace, still keeping it gentle but his length was now hitting deep inside you, your head falling forward to watch his face, listening to all the quiet whines and moans he’s letting out, unknowingly being used.

“mmmh..” jake moaned, his fingers gripping the sheets tighter as you rolled your hips, you could tell he’s dreaming about it. this was probably messing up his dream, his hips slightly moving up into you. you moaned softly, trying to keep quiet.

this was one of the best ideas jake had ever talked about with you, the fear of him waking up while hes deep inside your cunt, the fear of you not being able to get off before he wakes up. the thought of just being able to use his body and have him be so oblivious the next day, oh that got you worked up. slowly pulling off to push back down, your hands on his chest so gently but still enough to keep you up.

you were so caught up in thought you didnt even realize jake was slowly waking up, his eyes still puffy from sleep but his mouth hung open, whines leaving it. “yn..?” he asked so softly.

your walls squeezed around him in surprise, your movements stopping fully. you looked down at your boyfriend and couldnt help but smile at him, he looked so confused but his face was covered in a beautiful blush.

“hi, puppy..” you whispered, leaning down to give him a soft kiss, deepening it instantly. his hands moving to grip onto your waist as you moved your hips again, him moaning against your mouth.

taking it as he’s awake now, you sped up. not too caring about being careful, you pulled back from the kiss and leaned up, hips lifting off him before slamming back down.

“oh! fuck, oh my god,” jake moaned out, his nails digging into your skin as he pushed his hips up into yours. usually, you would tell him not to but you needed him, you needed to release. he saw that and quickened his pace against yours, with you bouncing on his cock and his hips slamming up into your cunt, your mind was getting fuzzy.

“fuck, puppy! feeling so full,” you moaned out, his cock twitching at the praise. he couldnt stop himself, fucking into your pussy like a dog in heat, he was whining and panting, his eyes filled with lust and love, his mouth open for all his sounds to escape for you.

“can i? please please,” he begged and you knew what he wanted. with a quick nod from you, jake had flipped you both over and laid you on your back as he fucked into your cunt, still pretty much half asleep. but neither of you cared, his tip hitting all the right places having you cry out for him.

“fuck, fuck.. mmmh!” jake moaned, his mind just full of you. his cock thrusting hard and fast, the sinful sounds of your wetness against his cock made him go crazy, he had to fill you up.

jake didnt have any idea he had came just minutes before waking up, he wasnt focused on the sensitivity around his cock but just focused on filling you up. your hands placed themselves on his shoulders, arching into his thrusts and letting out all sorts of sounds for him.

jake loved hearing you, loved making you feel good. it was like a puppy begging to be rewarded for doing a trick, he always tasked himself to make you cum on his cock, and everytime he succeeds. and this was no different, he continued to pound into you, his face slowly trickling with sweat as he watched you.

“you’re so wet n’ tight,” he spoke softly, his lips staying parted as he panted, eyes rolling back slightly when you clenched around him, his hips stuttering.

you felt yourself get close, the knot in your stomach tightening with each rough thrust from jake and when his tip hit your cervix you came with a loud broken cry, hips bucking into his own and your legs trembled.

but jake wasnt done.

no, he was chasing his own high now. he watched your face, watched how much pleasure you seemed to be in and he fucked faster, less hard and just more speed. he needed that release, he was more awake than ever in this moment and with you tightly squeezed around his cock, it was almost too much for him.

“please, let me cum,” he begged, his words almost drowning in the sound of his hips snapping into you, but you heard him. you saw how desperate he was, and how could you ever resist him?

“cum for me,” you replied and within seconds he slammed hard into you then stilled, his cum shooting into your pussy. he came with a loud moan, falling onto your chest.

it took him a few seconds to return back to reality, but once he did he was smiling like an idiot. you giggled and gave his lips a kiss.

“please do that again.” he asked, a blush across his face.

“oh my sweet boy, i’m never stopping.” you smiled, watching how his eyes slowly turned sleepy and then lights out once again for your sweet puppy.

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s.jy

synopsis | after a big argument with jake, your clingy and overly sensitive boyfriend, aka golden retriever, finds it impossible to handle the distance. and let’s face it, who can resist a teary-eyed, overly affectionate guy who’s one step away from curling up in your lap?

pairing | clingyboyfriend! jake x fem! reader

genre | fluff

jake was the kind of person who felt everything too much. it wasn’t a bad thing, he just had a heart so soft it bruised too easily. he was sensitive in a way that made him beautiful, like he carried every emotion so deeply it became a part of him. and when he loved, he loved hard. clingy, desperate, like he didn’t know how to exist without the people he cared about.

he was clingy too, always needing to be close, to touch, to hold. he followed you around the house like a lost puppy, watching you with those big, pleading eyes. he never liked distance, never liked silence between you.

and right now the house was too quiet. not in a peaceful way, but in that heavy, suffocating way that settled after an argument. you both said things you didn’t mean, and he ended up crying. jake always cried during fights. he hated it, tried so hard to hold it back, but he could never help it.

you were sitting on the couch, watching a movie, one you had been watching with him before everything went wrong. your eyes were glued to the screen, pretending to care about what was happening on it, but really, you couldn’t focus.

then you heard the faint sound of footsteps coming from the hallway. you didn’t look up, keeping your gaze fixed on the screen, you knew it was jake. you already saw his messy hair from the corner of your eye, his face poking around the corner of the living room, just enough to make sure you saw him. he didn’t say anything right away, just stood there, watching you with those puppy eyes of his. you didn’t look at him. you couldn’t.

he sighed softly, so soft you barely heard it, and took a slow step into the room. his shoulders were slumped, his hands fidgeting with the hem of his shirt, clearly unsure of what to do next.

he shifted closer, then gently slid down to sit beside you, his leg brushing against yours. “i… i don’t like when you’re mad at me..” he mumbled, voice quieter now, almost a whisper. his head dropped to your shoulder, his hair brushing against your skin. you could feel the subtle tremble in his body, the way he leaned into you, needing your comfort, even though you were still angry.

you didn’t say anything, didn’t have to. your shoulder relaxed, just enough for him to rest there without feeling rejected. but even with that small gesture, he still felt uncertain, still felt like he wasn’t allowed to hold you the way he wanted to.

his fingers twitched against your arm before hesitantly gripping onto the sleeve of your shirt, his hold weak, like he was afraid you’d shake him off. he sniffled softly, his breath uneven, and when he spoke again, his voice was so quiet, so broken, it made your chest ache.

“i’m sorry..” he whispered again, barely audible, like he was running out of strength to even say the words. his face buried deeper into your shoulder, and that’s when you felt it. the faint dampness of his tears soaking into your sleeve.

he was still crying. maybe he never really stopped after the argument, just hid away in the bedroom, curled up and upset until he finally couldn’t take the distance anymore.

his body curled into yours instinctively, his arms hesitating before wrapping loosely around you, his grip weak, desperate. “please don’t ignore me…” his voice cracked this time “i hate the silent treatment. it makes me feel like… like i’m in time-out.”

his words wobbled, thick with tears, his breath uneven as he sniffled against your skin.

god, he was so pretty when he cried. his lips were parted, glossy from where he had nervously chewed at them, his big, watery eyes peeking up at you through damp lashes. his cheeks were flushed, his whole face soft and open, so heartbreakingly vulnerable.

you sighed, your fingers twitched before you finally gave in, reaching up to cup his cheek, and he melted instantly, his entire body going boneless against you like he had been waiting for that touch.

“you’re not in time-out, jake.” you murmured, still a little firm, but gentler than before. “but you did piss me off.”

he nodded quickly, his curls bouncing against your shoulder. “i know.” he mumbled, still sniffly, still so soft and needy. “but i don’t wanna be mad at each other anymore. can we just… can we be okay now?”

he looked up at you then, eyes big and pleading, so impossibly pretty, and you sighed, feeling the last of your frustration slip away.

instead of answering, you leaned down and kissed his cheek. just a quick press of your lips, light and fleeting. but then he made this tiny, breathless sound, like he couldn’t believe you were kissing him after all that, and it made something in you soften completely.

so you did it again. and again.

a little kiss on the tip of his nose. then one on his jaw, lingering just slightly. then another right at the corner of his mouth, where his lips were still wobbly from crying.

jake blinked up at you, dazed, his breath stuttering like he didn’t know what to do with himself. and then, without thinking, he surged forward, pressing his face against yours, clumsily chasing after your lips.

his kisses were messy, desperate, all over the place. he kissed your cheek, your chin, your forehead—anywhere he could reach. his hands were gripping at your waist now, still shaky but holding on a little tighter, like he never wanted to let go.

“i love you..” he mumbled between kisses, his voice still stuffy from crying. “i love you, i love you, i love you—”

you laughed softly, tilting his face up so you could kiss him properly, slow and sweet, until he sighed into your mouth and melted against you completely.

he made this tiny sound against your lips, something between a sigh and a whimper. his hands trembled where they clung to you, fingers curling tighter into the fabric of your shirt.

“missed you..” he whispered between kisses, his nose bumping against yours. “hated being away from you…”

“i was right here, jake,” you murmured, your fingers slipping into his curls, gently scratching at his scalp. he shivered under your touch, melting even further into you.

“no..” he sniffled, shaking his head against your skin. “felt too far.”

you sighed, kissing the top of his head, feeling the way he practically purred at the affection. he was always like this, too soft, too clingy, too desperate for closeness, especially after a fight.

“you’re so dramatic..” you muttered, but your arms wrapped around him anyway, pulling him even closer.

he let out a breathy, content little sigh, pressing a few more lazy, sleepy kisses along your collarbone. “only for you.” he mumbled, voice barely above a whisper.

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──────── 🌼 LILY OF THE VALLEY

。 my love is a flower in your hands

... 沈在允 x fem!reader 👥 fluff friends to lovers 、 1870 wc (◡ ‿ ◡ .) slow nostalgic quiet longing the kind of love that feels like spring

【 more like this 👝 】

vivi's note :: spent a while on this ! i hope you guys enjoy it > <

“you always smelled like spring—like wet soil and something waiting to bloom.”

you met jake during your second semester.

it was in introduction to modern philosophy, the kind of class you signed up for at the last minute because all the practical electives were full. he sat two rows over and one seat behind, always early, always with a notebook open and headphones around his neck.

you didn’t speak at first. just exchanged glances whenever the professor said something confusing or frustrating — a shared look of mutual suffering. still, he felt like a constant. one of those quiet presences you don’t notice until you start to look for it.

it wasn’t until your laptop died mid-lecture that he spoke to you.

“here,” he said, sliding over his notes. “you can copy mine.”

you blinked. he didn’t even look at you when he said it, eyes still on the board, pen in hand like he wasn’t offering you the only thing tethering him to his GPA.

“…thanks,” you muttered, already scanning the neat, delicate handwriting. between the lines of notes and underlined phrases, you found a small, pressed leaf — pale green and carefully preserved.

you didn’t ask about it.

you didn’t return it, either.

you sat next to him the following week.

he didn’t comment on it. just looked over, saw you, and gave the smallest smile. not a greeting — more like an acknowledgement. a quiet oh. you’re here again.

by midterms, you were walking to class together, meeting up at the convenience store near campus, and studying in the quiet corners of the library that nobody used after sunset.

“do you think anyone actually understands what this guy’s talking about?” you asked once, flipping through a copy of sartre’s nausea.

jake gave you a look. “no. but i think some people are just really good at pretending.”

“so what are we doing here?”

he smiled. “pretending better.”

you started hanging out outside of class after that. at first, it was casual. study sessions, quick meals after lectures, weekend café runs when neither of you wanted to face your dorm. but something shifted one night when you found yourselves walking home after a long group project meeting. it was late. the kind of late where the air smelled like cold grass and the streets were too quiet.

“you’re not from seoul, right?” he asked, hands in his pockets.

“daegu,” you said. “moved here for uni.”

he nodded, thoughtful. “must’ve been a big change.”

“yeah. it still feels temporary sometimes.”

you glanced over. “you?”

“australia,” he said. “moved here after high school.”

you turned to look at him, surprised. “so korean isn’t your first language?”

“english, actually.” he laughed a little. “guess that’s why i always sound a little awkward.”

“you don’t,” you said without thinking.

he looked at you — really looked at you — and something passed between you. unspoken, but real.

you grew close slowly. the kind of closeness that didn’t announce itself. jake would show up to class with an extra drink, always your favorite, even if you never asked. you started remembering the little things about him — how he only tied his hoodie strings when he was anxious, how he always underlined quotes in books with a ruler, how he hummed when he was focused.

you weren’t sure what it was at first. it didn’t feel like a crush — not in the usual way. it was something softer, something that unfolded over time. a quiet pull. a wanting that didn’t feel urgent, but constant.

and jake?

jake looked at you like he wanted to tell you something every time you laughed.

one night, you ended up outside his dorm after a long day. you were cold, tired, and frustrated from a group presentation gone wrong. jake opened the door with sleepy eyes and messy hair.

“bad day?” he asked.

you just nodded.

he let you in without another word.

you sat on his floor, back against his bed frame, while he made you ramen in his tiny dorm kitchen. the only light came from his desk lamp. your bag was thrown near the door, your shoes still loosely tied.

you glanced around and noticed something on his desk — the leaf. the same one from his notes months ago. now framed, pressed flat against white paper.

you walked over.

“you kept it?”

he turned, startled. then smiled. “i figured you’d come back for it eventually.”

you looked at him. his hair was slightly damp from a quick shower. his sweatshirt looked soft. and his eyes — god, his eyes — they held so much in them. too much.

“why a lily of the valley?” you asked, voice barely above a whisper.

“because it reminds me of you,” he said. “quiet. delicate. something you don’t notice right away, but once you do, you can’t stop seeing it everywhere.”

your heart stopped.

“jake—”

“i like you,” he said, suddenly, like he couldn’t hold it in anymore. “i’ve liked you since the second week of class. maybe even before that.”

you were silent. not because you didn’t feel the same, but because suddenly every moment — every shared look, every night walk, every drink he remembered — made sense.

you stepped closer.

“then why didn’t you say anything?”

he smiled, a little sad. “because i didn’t want to ruin what we had.”

you reached for his hand. he looked down, startled, as your fingers laced with his.

“you didn’t ruin anything,” you said softly. “i like you too.”

his breath caught.

“you do?”

you nodded. “i think i’ve been falling for you this whole time.”

his expression broke into something quiet and overwhelmed — a soft, open kind of joy — and then he leaned forward, brushing your hair back with careful fingers before pressing his lips to yours.

the kiss was warm and tentative at first — like both of you were still afraid to break the spell — but it lingered, deepened, turned gentle and grounding. like a long exhale. like soil and spring and everything that had been blooming between you since the very beginning.

you smiled against his mouth.

and when you pulled back, his forehead rested against yours, breath mixing in the silence between you.

you whispered, “you smell like laundry and mint gum.” he laughed, quietly.

you stayed there like that, wrapped in each other, while the ramen went cold on the counter.

“i think i loved you before i even knew it. i just needed time to understand what it meant.”

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ㅤㅤㅤ❛ 　─────𝐍𝐄𝐄𝐃𝐘

𝗦𝗨𝗠𝗠𝗔𝗥𝗜𝗨𝗠─────𝗇𝖾𝖾𝖽𝗒 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗅𝗂𝗉𝗌 𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝗈𝗇 𝗆𝗂𝗇𝖾.

𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗋𝗒 𝓸𝓯 𝖻𝖿 ! 𝗃𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝗑 𝖿 ! 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋 ✿ 12O4ㅤㅤ 𝖿𝗅𝗎𝖿𝖿, 𝗄𝗂𝗌𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗌𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗉

(⁠ ⁠ꈍ⁠ᴗ⁠ꈍ⁠ )ㅤ..ㅤfor @yuons hi i love you i am a big fan

your fingers get lost in jake’s hair again as you straddle his lap on his bed, the room dim and quiet except for the faint tunes of music playing in the living room and the way his breath stutters every time your lips brush against his.

“baby—”

you gasp but he interrupts you efficiently with a tug at your waist, pulling you closer. a low sound rolls off your tongue at the feather light kisses that his lips trail along your jaw, like he can’t get enough. his voice is breathy— nearly a whimper. “please,”

he is driving you mad, partially because you need air and he isn’t letting you breathe and partially because of the soft little whines and whimpers that he lets out against your lips, sounding impossibly desperate.

you can only give into his needy desires, it’s impossible not to especially when he is kissing you like he is starving, like he’s afraid you’ll disappear if he stops even for a second. his fingers tangle in the hem of your shirt, albeit not trying to take it off— just holding. holding you, and perhaps also keeping himself grounded.

but you pull back, needing air and feeling his warm breath against your lips but he simply chases your mouth with a broken whimper.

“no, don’t—” he gasps, voice cracking as he pulls you back down by your waist. “not yet, please, just one more. . .”

his lips are jutted out in a pout and he is almost giving you those desperate eyes, and you think he might just cry.

a sigh dances off your lips at his request. actually no— he barely gives you a chance to do anything, immediately capturing your lips with his. he kisses you like a madman and his lips move against you messily, less controlled.

“jake,” you finally manage to whisper after a while, cupping his jaw and feeling it clench beneath your fingers. “we can take a break, it’s okay—”

“it’s not okay,” his words are soft and desperate, followed by a needy sniffle that makes you go crazy. “i missed you damn much. i need this. i need you, angel,”

and when he calls you angel in that voice— broken, breathy, like a prayer— your resolve melts into a puddle. he’s looking at you with glassy eyes as if begging you to kiss him, cheeks flushed, lips swollen. he looks ruined and beautiful and hopelessly in love all at once.

and so, you give in. your hand slides up to cradle his jaw and he melts into your touch, eyes fluttering shut like he’s never been more at peace than right here, right now, with your mouth on his and your hands in his hair.

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JUST MARRIED 、 psh

𝗔𝗟𝗧𝗘𝗥𝗡𝗔𝗧𝗜𝗩𝗘𝗟𝗬────𝖽𝗋𝗎𝗇𝗄 𝗈𝗋 𝗇𝗈𝗍, 𝗌𝗎𝗇𝗀𝗁𝗈𝗈𝗇 𝗂𝗌 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝖽 𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗁𝖾𝖾𝗅𝗌 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗒𝗈𝗎

❪ 𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐂𝒾𝐒 ❫ ｡ 𝖽𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝖻𝖺𝖽!𝗉𝗌𝗁 𝗑 𝖿!𝗋 1OO3wc 𖥔 𝖿𝗅𝗎𝖿𝖿 ──𝗰𝗮𝘂𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻𝘀 𝗄𝗂𝗌𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀 drinking 贅沢 ／ 𝐌𝐀𝐆𝐀𝐙𝐈𝐍𝐄

★REBLOGPLEASE

“baby, please please,” sunghoon mumbles gibberish as he struggles to stand still, “it’s such a good idea, just hear me out!”

under the heavy influence of alcohol and the aftermath of some questionable yet impressive breakdancing at your friend’s wedding, sunghoon now stands flushed and breathless—face red, tie askew, a few shirt buttons undone. his tuxedo is bundled in your arms, and his hands are on your shoulders, trying to stabilize himself.

“we n-need to get married and—” hiccup “and, and m-move in—” hiccup “—will- will be the best hubby f-for you” hiccup

sunghoon grips your shoulders tighter, his weight tipping dangerously forward every time he leans in, eyes half-lidded with determination and booze-fueled affection. his lips purse in slow motion, aiming clumsily for yours.

you push a hand firmly against his chest. “nope. not happening.”

“my wife,” he whines, stumbling back a few steps on the empty road in front of the event, before striding towards you again, “you hurt me, i r-really need you!”

“sunghoon, the cab will be here any minute—”

you couldn’t even finish your sentence as sunghoon slumps his whole body weight over you, gathering you into a bear hug.

somehow, you manage to create a fair space between the two of you. pressing your hands on his chest, you try to push back as sunghoon wraps his arms around your waist and rests his head on your shoulders.

“i love you,” he barely makes coherent sentences, snuggling his face at the crook of your neck, his lips gently pressing against it, “please marry me. we could elope. vegas. tomorrow.”

you laugh, something between blushing, humour and your heart swelling up to his words. you muster all your strength and push him until he’s just one arm away.

“i swear to god,” you sigh, trying to pry him off as his tux almost slips away from your hold, “you will wake up with zero memory tomorrow morning.”

“i don’t need memory,” sunghoon pouts again, chuckling out loud as he comes closer to you again, stumbling and swaying in his steps as he cups your face, “my body knows, my lips .. know.”

before you can say anything, he leans in and connects his lips with yours in the sloppiest, neediest kiss ever.

your brain short circuits.

his mouth is warm and clumsy, moving with unplanned precision against yours than he usually has— this is all desperation and tipsy affection. he hiccups once, twice into the kiss, chuckling before reconnecting his lips with yours. you feel your knees becoming weaker.

you try to push him away but he only leans in even more, humming into the kiss like he has been craving this all night. he slides his hand up your back, pressing you impossibly close to him, both his hands anchoring to your body.

he pulls back just a little, lips brushing yours, eyes fluttering. “you taste like forever,” he whispers, so seriously that your chest tightens despite the absurdity.

“sunghoon, there are still people here—” you gasp, pulling him back by his raven hair. he winces as the pull softly, but refuses to let you go.

“there’s no one here but us and destiny,” he breathes, and kisses you again before you can even roll your eyes.

this time the kiss is slower, softer, he tilts his head to kiss you deeper, his hands soon finding your cheeks. although he reeked of alcohol still, you couldn’t shake him away. you gasp softly as he tilts his head, deepening it—his mouth opening against yours with such yearning, you nearly forget where you are. his lips trail down to your jaw for a second, then back up, brushing teasingly slow before capturing your bottom lip again with a sigh.

“sunghoon,” you whisper against him, dizzy, drunk in love as well. but sunghoon only hums against your lips, and kisses them soft. slow. longer and lingering, blushing like he’s kissing for the first time.

“enough now,” you pant for breath as he pulls away, hitting his chest, “we have to go— what are you doing?”

sunghoon suddenly drops down on his knees. like, actually drops, hard, on the pavement outside the wedding venue with flickering lights still on.

you gape, “oh my god, ‘hoon! get up, you’re ruining your pants!”

“no!” he shouts, well, slurs incoherently while his arms wrap around your waist, “this is it. i have waited for this and i will say it.”

“get up—”

“y/n,” he cuts you off, dramatically clutching at his chest like he’s been shot. “i am so, so in love with you. like there is nothing in this world i wouldn’t do for you and—”

“oh my god.”

he takes a deep breath, then grabs your hand in both of his, pressing it to his heart. “marry me,” he says, eyes shiny with sincerity and tequila. “please. i’ll be so good. i’ll do the dishes. i’ll learn to cook. i’ll stop trying to do flips at weddings. probably.”

“you’re so drunk,” you try to lean in, eyes pricking with tears of both laughter and yearning.

“but I’m serious,” he insists, eyes locking onto yours like they’re the only steady thing in his spinning world. “i want to marry you. tonight. tomorrow. whenever. just—say yes. please, baby, please.”

“sunghoon, baby,” you sigh, controlling your chuckle as you start to caress his neck and face, “get up.”

“if i—” hiccup “get up, will you marry me?” sunghoon pouts.

“yes!” you almost shout, a little laughter escaping you. your heart aches, he is a total mess, drunk to the nose, shit crumples and knees dirty from the pavement as he stands up. but through all of that, you know he means all of it.

“okay,” sunghoon straightens his back, holding your hands, “we are married now. can i kiss my bride?”

you almost cry, tugging softly at his hands, “yes.”

he doesn’t waste no time, immediately capturing your lips in his, pulling you impossibly close again. hands resting on your cheeks, sunghoon truly loves you.

스루 ܃ never lower your standards, if your man doesn’t get on his knees for you, boy next 😹

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two babies. [jake]

PAIRINGS: sulky husband!jake! x loving wife!reader

GENRE: fluff, domestic, dad!jake, post-baby sweetness, light jealousy, cheesy romance

WORD COUNT: ~2k

SYNOPSIS: jake’s always been soft for his girls—his wife, his daughter, his whole world. but when the spotlight shifts just a little too much from him to their growing toddler, jake gets clingy, sulky, and hilariously jealous. between cupcake-smeared birthdays, sleepy cuddles, and kindergarten meltdowns, jake just wants to be reminded that he’s still your baby, too.

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The clock blinked 7:13 p.m. in soft green digits as you folded tiny pastel onesies into neat stacks on the bed.

Your fingers moved on instinct—snap, fold, smooth—while your ears stayed trained for the little sounds of a two-year-old girl in the next room, babbling to herself as her plush bunny helped her organize building blocks.

Everything was calm. Organized. Peaceful.

Until the door creaked open, and you felt it; the quiet, dramatic energy of a full-grown man sulking.

“Sweetheart,” Jake said, voice already whiny as he padded into the room in his socks.

“You’ve been ignoring me all day.”

You didn’t even look up.

“Jakey, I’ve been wiping apple puree off the walls since 7 a.m.”

He flopped onto the bed beside you, full body weight, face smushed into the fresh pile of folded baby clothes.

“She threw it at me, you know. I suffered too.”

“You were the one who made airplane noises and then flew the spoon into her nose.”

“She laughed!” he protested, rolling over to look at you with wide eyes.

“I made our daughter laugh! I deserve a trophy.”

You reached over and patted his cheek.

“Your trophy is on diaper duty for the rest of the week.”

Jake let out a gasp. “Sweetheart, no. Not the diapers. Please, anything but the poop bombs.”

You smirked as you shook out another onesie.

“You’re being dramatic.”

He leaned his head on your shoulder, voice a pitiful whisper.

“Because I miss you.”

That one got you.

His hair was a fluffy mess, the kind that happened when he’d been running around with your daughter, and his eyes were soft but exaggeratedly sad, like a kicked puppy.

“I’m right here, Jakey.”

“But you’re not,” he said, pouting.

“You’ve been with her all day. You tuck her in and sing her lullabies and kiss her cheeks like she’s the love of your life.”

“She is the love of my life,” you teased.

Jake looked scandalized. “You’re married to me!”

“And yet here you are, competing with a toddler.”

“I’m not competing,” he sulked, curling his arms around your waist like a koala.

“I just want some attention. Like, five minutes of uninterrupted cuddling. Is that too much to ask?”

“You had me to yourself for years before she came along, Jake.”

“And I want you forever, even now,” he mumbled, burying his face in your side.

“I didn’t realize I’d have to fight for your heart against a baby who can’t even pronounce my name properly.”

You laughed, brushing your fingers through his hair

“She says ‘Dake’ and it’s adorable.”

Jake tilted his head up, expression deadpan.

“She says ‘Dake’ and gets a kiss. I say ‘Sweetheart’ and I get told to fold burp cloths.”

“Oh, poor my love,” you cooed dramatically.

“Did the mean mommy make you do chores?”

Jake nodded solemnly.

“I didn’t sign up for this. I wanted kisses and snuggles and domestic fluff. Not stepping on Legos and dodging banana chunks.”

You set the last onesie aside and turned to face him

“Jake, you chose this life.”

“I chose you,” he corrected, poking your cheek.

“And you came with a bonus baby. Who, by the way, is a menace. A cute menace, but still.”

You grinned, leaning in to press a kiss to his forehead.

“Well, technically, she’s your copy-paste.”

Jake beamed for a second.

“She is, isn’t she? My tiny clone.”

Then his pout returned.

“And you still love her more than me.”

“Who said I don’t love both my babies equally?” you said, nuzzling his nose.

“One needs bedtime stories and sippy cups, and the other needs cuddles and constant validation.”

He blinked. “…Wait. Am I the second baby?”

You gave him your best innocent look.

“You said it. Not me.”

Jake groaned, collapsing into your lap.

“This is emotional bullying.”

You laughed and carded your fingers through his hair again, knowing it calmed him instantly.

“You’re my needy little guy, aren’t you?”

He mumbled something against your thigh that sounded suspiciously like,

“I love being babied by you.”

“Speak up, Jakey.”

“I said,” he raised his head and looked at you with big eyes,

“I like when you take care of me too.”

Your heart gave a soft squeeze.

“Oh, love. I’ll always take care of you.”

“I mean like… snacks in bed. Head pats. Back rubs. You used to spoil me.”

“You didn’t have sticky fingers grabbing at your snacks before,” you teased, but the affection in your voice gave you away.

“Besides, you’re still my baby.”

Jake perked up instantly. “Say that again.”

“My baby.”

He leaned closer. “Again.”

You rolled your eyes but smiled.

“You’re my first baby, Jake. Before diapers and tantrums and animated sing-alongs… there was you.”

His grin turned boyish.

“That’s all I needed to hear.”

“Seriously?” you scoffed. “That fixed your entire sulky little mood?”

He nodded proudly.

“Words of affirmation, my love. Works every time.”

You kissed his cheek.

“Well, if you keep being cute, I might just reward you with a whole fifteen minutes of undivided mommy-wife attention.”

He gasped like he’d just won the lottery.

“You spoil me, sweetheart.”

You tapped his nose.

“You’re lucky I love you so much.”

“I’m your favorite husband, right?”

“You’re my only husband.”

“Exactly,” he grinned, shifting to pull you down into the bed with him.

“Let’s cuddle before she wakes up and demands you sing the ‘twinkle cheese’ song again.”

“You mean Twinkle Twinkle Little Star?”

“No, she sings about cheese. I swear it.”

You giggled as Jake wrapped himself around you like a giant blanket, head tucked into your shoulder.

You smelled a hint of baby shampoo in his hair from earlier bathtime—a clear sign he’d let your daughter dump half the bottle on his head.

“Thanks for being such a good dad, Jake.”

His voice came muffled from your neck.

“Thanks for being the best of everything, sexy mama.”

You chuckled. The room fell into soft quiet. The folded clothes waited in neat piles.

The baby monitor glowed faintly on the nightstand, and from it came a tiny, sleepy hum—your daughter humming herself to sleep.

Jake whispered,

“She’s got your voice, you know.”

You smiled.

“She’s got your whole face.”

“I’m glad,” he said.

“But even if we have a dozen kids someday, I still want you to myself sometimes. Just me and you.”

You kissed his temple.

“You’ll always have me. Even when I’m chasing crayons and sippy cups and changing diapers—you’ll still be my Jakey.”

“And you’ll still be my everything,” he murmured.

You sighed softly, relaxing into the warmth of his arms.

“Two babies. One who throws her food, and one who throws tantrums when he doesn’t get kisses.”

Jake chuckled.

“Hey, I’m at least potty trained.”

“Barely.”

“Sweetheart!”

You laughed out loud, smothering it against his chest as he squeaked in protest and buried his face into your hair.

“You love me too much to insult me,” he muttered.

“I love you enough to tease you.”

He smiled. “Good. Tease me, kiss me, tuck me in. I’ll never get tired of being loved by you.”

You snuggled closer, heart full.

“Well then, lucky for you, I’ve got a lifetime’s worth to give.”

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The living room still smelled faintly of frosting and balloons.

Jake kicked his shoes off at the door, one hand clutching a pink plastic goody bag leftover from the party, the other hand carrying a sleeping two-year-old—no, three-year-old now—against his chest.

He could still feel her tiny fingers curled in his hoodie, face tucked against him, hair smelling like vanilla cupcakes and sunshine.

You turned from the kitchen, hair messy from the day, smile sleepy and full of love.

“Jake, she’s out?”

Jake nodded, swallowing the lump in his throat. “Yeah. Fell asleep mid-sentence.”

You laughed quietly and tiptoed over, brushing the baby hairs from your daughter’s forehead.

“Our big girl.”

Jake’s chest squeezed painfully tight.

Big girl.

Wasn’t she just learning how to crawl yesterday? Saying her first garbled “Da-da” and making his heart stop with the weight of it?

Now she was running and laughing and singing—getting taller, heavier in his arms, growing so fast he could barely keep up.

“She was so happy today,” you whispered, helping guide her into his arms more securely.

“Thanks for organizing the balloon arch, by the way. She kept pointing at it like it was the eighth wonder of the world.”

Jake smiled, but it felt wobbly. “Anything for my girls.”

You kissed his shoulder, soft and lingering.

“You’re the best, my love.”

Carefully, he carried his daughter to her room, feeling every single step like a countdown ticking louder in his heart.

He tucked her into bed, pulled the softest blanket up to her chin, and kissed her forehead, lingering a second longer than usual.

Then he stood there, hands in his pockets, staring at her sleeping form like he might miss something if he blinked.

You slid your hand into his. “Jake.”

He looked down at you. And when he spoke, his voice cracked a little.

“She’s not a baby anymore.”

You squeezed his hand.

“She’s always gonna be our baby.”

He shook his head, voice thick.

“It’s too fast. One second she’s learning how to say ‘juice’ and the next she’s singing full songs and bossing me around.”

You chuckled softly. “She gets the bossiness from you.”

Jake smiled, but his eyes stayed fixed on the little girl in the bed, cheeks rosy, hands curled around her bunny.

“She’s gonna grow up,” he whispered.

“She’s gonna go to school and make friends and… and I’m not ready, baby. I want to keep her small forever.”

You leaned your head against his arm, voice quiet but sure.

“You’ll always be her favorite, Jake. No matter how big she gets.”

Jake finally tore his eyes away and looked at you—the love of his life, standing there barefoot in sweats, looking at him like he hung the stars.

He didn’t deserve this. He didn’t deserve you, didn’t deserve her. But God, he would spend the rest of his life trying to.

Without a word, he scooped you into his arms, carrying you bridal-style out of the room like it was nothing.

You squeaked. “Jake! She’s sleeping!”

He whispered, “Shh, you’ll wake our tiny boss.”

You muffled a laugh against his chest, and he carried you straight to your shared bedroom, plopping you gently onto the bed before crawling in after you like a starved man.

“Need to hold you,” he muttered, yanking you against his chest. “Need to hold my whole world.”

You melted into him immediately, running your fingers through his hair, pressing kisses wherever you could reach.

“Still feeling emotional, my love?”

Jake nodded into your neck.

“I’m gonna be the scariest dad at her high school.”

You laughed, threading your fingers with his. “You already give suspicious looks to random dads at the playground.”

“They get too close when pushing her on the swings, baby. I have to be ready.”

You shook your head fondly.

“Our poor girl. She’s gonna have you, the golden retriever dad, and me, the one bribing her with cookies.”

“She’s gonna have the best parents ever,” Jake corrected, pulling back just enough to look into your eyes.

“Because she’s got you. You’re her whole heart. Just like you’re mine.”

Your face softened, eyes glassy under the lamplight. “Jakey.”

“I mean it,” he whispered, kissing the corner of your mouth.

“Watching you with her… it’s everything I ever wanted. I could live a thousand lifetimes and I’d still choose you. You’re my best thing.”

You smiled so big it almost broke his heart.

“You’re mine too, my love.”

He kissed you properly then—slow and sweet and grateful.

The kind of kiss that said thank you for giving me this life. The kind of kiss that said I’ll love you forever, no matter how much changes. The kind of kiss that said I’ll always be your Jakey.

When you finally pulled away, Jake tucked you under his chin, feeling you breathe against him, safe and steady.

He closed his eyes, feeling peace settle heavy and warm in his chest.

Two girls. Two hearts. His whole universe.

And he would spend the rest of his life protecting both of you with everything he had.

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You weren’t even fully in the classroom when Jake leaned down and whispered,

“Why does this place smell like betrayal?”

You blinked.

“Jake. It’s a kindergarten classroom. It smells like glue and goldfish crackers.”

Jake narrowed his eyes at the crayon-labeled cubbies and bulletin boards. “This is where they take her from us.”

“She’s not going to the army. She’s learning how to read.”

“Same thing,” he muttered. “Both involve uniforms and tears.”

You rolled your eyes and took his hand, lacing your fingers together.

“Just be normal. Please.”

“I am being normal,” he said, tugging you protectively closer.

“I’m being a completely reasonable father who’s attending a totally irrational event where strangers think they can raise our daughter better than we can.”

“She’s not being raised by strangers, she’s learning the alphabet.”

“I can teach her the alphabet!” he said indignantly. “A is for Appa, B is for Back off, C is for Clingy husband whose wife isn’t taking him seriously—”

You squeezed his hand. “Jake. Breathe.”

He took a dramatic inhale. And then promptly glared at the kindergarten teacher who knelt in front of your daughter and said,

“Hi, sweetheart! What’s your name?”

Jake froze.

His eye twitched.

You knew that look.

“Oh no,” you whispered. “Jake. Don’t.”

He turned, eyes wide. “Did she just call her sweetheart?”

“Yes, Jake, it’s a nice thing—”

“I call her sweetheart.”

“Lots of people call kids—”

“She’s my sweetheart!”

“She’s five.”

“She’s mine.”

“She’s also herself, Jake.”

Jake gave you a wounded look.

“You’re defending the woman who’s trying to steal my child’s affection.”

You choked on a laugh. “She asked her favorite color.”

Jake crossed his arms and sulked like a toddler.

Your daughter, meanwhile, was happily showing the teacher her sparkly light-up shoes and describing how she helped you bake cookies the night before.

Jake watched the interaction suspiciously. “She’s so trusting. Too pure. They’re gonna corrupt her.”

“She’s making friends, not joining a gang.”

He squinted at the other kids.

“That one looks shady. Look at his shoes.”

“They’re Velcro.”

“Exactly.”

You pulled Jake down into the tiny chairs in the back of the classroom and leaned into his shoulder, laughing softly. “You’re impossible.”

He leaned his head against yours.

“You love it.”

You kissed his cheek. “I love you.”

Jake brightened immediately, smile blooming like sunshine. “Say it again.”

“I love you.”

“One more time.”

“My love, I love you,” you whispered dramatically.

“Good,” he said, grinning.

“Now remind our daughter before she signs a legally binding friendship with that suspicious Velcro boy.”

You threw your head back and laughed so hard the teacher turned around and smiled.

Jake gave her a two-finger wave. It might’ve looked polite, but you knew it screamed my wife and daughter are off limits.

Later, when the orientation ended and you walked out hand in hand, Jake scooped your daughter up and kissed her head.

“She’s really going to grow up now, huh?” he whispered. You nodded, heart aching in the sweetest way

“Yeah.”

Jake sighed. “I hope kindergarten is ready. Because her dad is not.”

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author’s note: i feel like jake would be a good husband.. and a dad.. yeah..