4jaeyun

[4jaeyun]

All Pouty & Wet (SJY)

PAIRING ➤ sim jaeyun x afab!reader

GENRE ➤ smut, angst

WARNINGS ➤ jake makes reader feel good after having an argument, clit playing, oral (f receiving), fingering, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, squirt, pet names. everything is consensual, proofread but i'm sorry if there's mistakes! (Imk if i missed something pls!!)

WORD COUNT ➤ 3.2k words

A/N ➤ after a while, i finally posted. hope you missed me :’) wanted to post something since i didn’t post anything for a good while soooooo, yeah :3 hope you enjoy!! (also, i had this idea from an ig acc, i completely forgot the name but ill link it if i ever find it again!)

MASTERLIST

The storm outside mirrored the one inside.

Rain streaked down the tall apartment windows, tapping a soft rhythm against the glass as the city lights bled into blurred patterns in the distance. The warmth from the room’s dim lighting did nothing to thaw the cold war unraveling between you and Jake.

It started earlier that evening—one of those subtle jabs wrapped in charm he always assumed you’d laugh off. But this time, the laughter didn’t come. Not when he called you “moody with a superiority complex” in front of your friends. Not when he added, “She always gets pouty when she doesn’t get the last word.”

You swallowed the sting in silence, smiled through clenched teeth, and excused yourself early.

Now you were sitting on the couch in his hoodie, legs crossed tightly beneath you, arms folded like a barrier. The air between you two was sharp—too quiet, too charged. Jake had been pacing the apartment for an hour now. Every so often, you’d catch his eyes on you, waiting for you to speak, to break the wall of silence he’d built and you had reinforced. But you didn’t.

And that’s when he approached.

“You’re still mad at me?”

His voice came low, almost gentle—but it wasn’t an apology. No, it was calculated. Testing.

You didn’t look at him. Didn’t answer. Just narrowed your eyes at the TV that you weren’t even watching, and crossed your legs tighter, ankles pressing together like a clamp.

Jake’s breath hitched slightly, a sound so small anyone else would’ve missed it—but you didn’t.

Then came that laugh. That dangerous, soft, cocky sound that meant he wasn’t backing down.

You felt the tension spike the moment he stepped between your knees.

His frame towered over you, his body warm and close. Too close. You hated how aware you were of him—the way your pulse quickened, the way the air shifted with his presence. You didn’t move, though. You didn’t even blink, staring straight ahead with a defiant tilt to your chin.

“You cross your legs like that again,” he murmured, voice husky and low, “and I’ll take it personally.”

You finally looked up, meeting his gaze dead on. His eyes darkened. His lips curled.

He leaned in slowly, deliberately. His mouth brushed against your cheek—not quite a kiss, just enough to steal your breath and set your skin on fire.

“Wanna know what I see when you’re like this? All pissed off and silent… glaring at me like you’re two seconds away from slapping me?”

“Soaked through your panties?”

The words landed like thunder.

Your lips parted on reflex, a silent inhale as the heat between your legs twisted into something dangerous, something aching. You hated him for saying it. Hated him more for being right.

Jake’s hand slid along the side of your thigh, thumb pressing into the soft flesh as his voice dropped even lower.

“My favorite meal.”

Your body betrayed you, shivering lightly under his touch. He noticed. Of course he did. He always noticed.

But still, you refused to give in.

“Get out of my face,” you muttered, eyes sharp, nails digging into your palms.

Jake tilted his head, smirking like you just dared him to ruin you.

“No.”

The word was quiet. Absolute. He reached for your chin, gripping it gently but firmly, tilting your face up to him.

“No, because you don’t get to look at me like that and not mean something by it.”

He locked eyes with you and continued.

“You don’t get to sit there in nothing but my hoodie and those tiny fucking shorts, lips all pouty and crossed legs like you’re trying to hide what I already know.”

His thumb grazed the corner of your mouth.

“You’re mad, yeah.” He nodded. “But you’re not mad enough to stop me, are you?”

Your silence answered for you.

You could’ve shoved him away. Could’ve stood up, walked out, thrown his words back at him. But instead, your body leaned toward him, helplessly, involuntarily. Like gravity had chosen for you.

His hands moved, one sliding under your hoodie, fingertips ghosting over your bare stomach, drawing slow circles over your skin.

“You’re warm,” he murmured. “Burning for me, huh?”

He let the fabric ride up just enough to reveal the curve of your hips, his knuckles brushing the band of your panties. You flinched. Not away—from him.

He dipped his head, breath hot against your neck as he kissed the skin just below your jaw.

“You fight me so hard,” he whispered, “but every time… you want me to win.”

You swallowed hard.

“Fuck you,” you breathed.

Jake chuckled darkly.

“That’s the plan.”

And just like that, his lips were on yours—hot, greedy, consuming.

You gasped as his hand slipped lower, fingers tracing both your shorts and the soaked fabric between your legs. He groaned at the feel of you, pressing his forehead to yours, eyes burning.

Jake’s fingers skim your inner thigh again, slow, teasing strokes with barely any pressure, just enough to let you know he’s there—fully, deliberately there. His veiny hands are warm, rough from the gym, and they leave a lingering trail across your skin that makes your stomach tighten. He’s crouched low between your parted thighs now, eyes locked on yours, gaze half-lidded, dark and focused like you’re the only thing that exists.

You’ve never seen anyone look at you like that. Like you’re not just something he wants— you’re something he needs.

His fingers drift higher, brushing over your clothed heat, and he feels it—the wet spot that’s darkened the thin fabric of your panties. A breath leaves his chest, sharp, and it punches softly against your already overheating skin.

“Goddamn, baby,” he murmurs, voice low, awed. “So wet, and I haven’t even touched you properly yet.”

Then he does.

He slides your shorts and panties at once to the side and strokes one thick finger slowly through your folds. Bare skin on bare skin. The contact is so gentle, so light, it drives you crazy.

Your head tips back slightly, a quiet sound slipping from your lips as your legs twitch in reaction.

“Look at you,” he says, a soft grin tugging at the corner of his mouth. “So tense, all worked up, still pretending like you’re not gonna fall apart on my tongue.”

His fingers move again, a little more pressure this time—coaxing, not giving. Your breath catches in your throat when his thumb brushes lightly over your clit. He watches the way your lips part, your brows furrow.

“Say it,” he whispers, leaning in so close his lips graze your ear. “Say you want me to make you fucking cum all over my hand.”

Your jaw clenches. You still want to fight. Still want to cling to the last shred of pride. But he slides his thumb in a slow circle, dragging it over your swollen clit just right.

You gasp, sharp and helpless.

“G-go t-to…” you try, but his thumb presses down, harder, right as he flicks his tongue out and drags it through your slit, and the words crumble.

“Go t-to h-hell…”

Jake lets out a low chuckle against your skin, one hand gripping your thigh tighter, holding you open. He glances up at you with a wicked smirk.

“You say that like I’m not already worshiping you like a fucking altar.”

And his fingers curled under the band of your shorts and panties, pulling them down in one go as he looked up at you like you were something divine—and devoured you.

His mouth finds your clit with laser precision—hot, wet, eager. He licks once, long and slow, tongue flat against you like he’s tasting you for the first time and wants to remember every second. You gasp, back arching slightly, hands flying to grab the couch cushions—but he’s just getting started.

His lips close around your clit, sucking it gently, then with more pressure. His tongue flicks and circles with practiced rhythm. His big nose presses just beneath, his entire face buried in you, eating you like he’s been starving for days.

“F-fuck—Jake—” you breathe, voice cracking.

You reach down, fingers tangling tightly in his thick, dark hair. You grab fistfuls of it, hard, tugging without mercy as your hips buck against his mouth. He groans at the sensation, the vibration rolling right through your clit, and it makes you whimper aloud.

Your head tips back hard against the cushion, jaw slack as his tongue works in slow, intense laps, the heat building fast in your belly, coils tightening with every sound he makes.

Then, he shifts to slide his middle fingerinside you and you jerk, your whole body shivering at the sudden intrusion—not because of the stretch, but because of the cold metal.

He’s still wearing his rings.

You moan sharply, hips jerking as the chill of the metal presses against your overheated, soaking warmth. The sensation is so jarring, so deliciously wrong that your hands tighten in his hair again.

“Holy fuck—J-Jake—”

He doesn’t stop. He grins against your cunt, the corner of his mouth curling upward as he moves his finger deeper, curling it perfectly to graze that spot inside you that makes your legs shake. The ring rubs just right—cool against your heat, sharp against the softness of you.

Then comes the second finger—his ring finger—just as slow, just as cold. You cry out, a sound torn straight from your throat as your back lifts from the couch. Jake groans, tongue flicking at your clit again as he scissors his fingers inside you, stretching you open, working you in tandem with the relentless strokes of his tongue.

“You like that?” he murmurs between licks, lips slick, chin soaked with you. “Like my long fingers and rings fucking you open?”

You nod, breathless, shameless. Your legs are trembling now, muscles locking and releasing with every thrust of his fingers.

You’re unraveling beneath him.

Every muscle in your body is tight, breath stuttering in your chest as Jake’s fingers thrust deeper inside you, curling with devastating accuracy. Your legs tremble, and your moans come out broken, high, involuntary. You can’t stop clenching around him. You can’t stop wanting more.

But suddenly—he stops moving.

Not completely. He doesn’t pull out, just pauses, his fingers buried to the knuckle inside you. And then… he stands.

His hand moves from your thigh to the back of your head, fingers threading through your hair, tugging gently—no, guiding you upright. Your head was thrown back in the bliss of it, lips parted and glazed over.

He tilts your face toward his, holding your gaze like it’s the most important thing in the world. His forehead presses to yours, breath hot against your lips. You’re panting, he’s not even kissing you, just holding you there, eyes locked to yours while your body is stretched open around his fingers.

“Look at me,” he murmurs, voice hoarse. “I want to watch you come apart.”

Your lips tremble. The closeness is dizzying, his scent, the heat of him, the calm fury in his dark eyes. You feel everything: the pressure inside you, the pulse of his thumb just barely brushing your clit, the tension in your thighs, the ache for release.

And then, he starts to move again. But slower. Deeper. His fingers twist with each thrust, and the heel of his palm presses up against your clit. His movements are precise, intentional. He’s not trying to tease anymore.

“Ri—Right there—Fuck Jake…,” and a little smile appeared on his face.

“Right there?” “Hm?” in a low, and raspy voice.

He’s trying to make you lose control.

“You’re close,” he whispers, lips brushing yours but not quite kissing. “So close, baby. You feel that? You’re right there.”

And then he hits it, that spot. Over and over, relentless. His fingers thrust faster now, wet and obscene, and your body starts to tremble violently.

“Jake—Jake, I—” you choke, eyes wide, desperate.

Your body locks up, trembling from head to toe. Your thighs try to snap closed, but his body keeps them spread. You can feel it building, faster and sharper than before, pressure spiraling until it has nowhere to go.

“Don’t fight it,” he growls. “Let go. I want it. Right here, on my fucking fingers.”

And then it happens. Your back arches, hands flying out to grab his shoulders, digging your nails into his back as a broken sob of his name leaves your lips.

You squirt.

Warm release gushes out of you, soaking his hand, dripping down your thighs, and Jake groans like he’s never seen anything hotter in his life. He holds your forehead to his, watching every twitch of your face, drinking in your unraveling like a man who’ll never get enough.

But he doesn’t stop.

Before you can recover, before your breath even returns,  soaked fingers slide right back inside you. The sensitivity is blinding. Your hips jerk, thighs shaking uncontrollably.

“Jake—too much—” you whisper, voice barely there.

But he shushes you with a kiss to your cheek, hand still cupping the back of your head gently.

“You can take it,” he murmurs. “You can do it, hm?”

His palm grinds against your overstimulated clit, and you cry out again, body lurching with every wet thrust of his fingers. He fucks you open with steady rhythm—deep, unrelenting, skilled. His fingers curl inside you again, and the metal of his rings hits that same sensitive spot, making your breath hitch.

You’re already so raw, so open, so goddamn ruined.

But Jake keeps going. And the worst part? You want it. You want more.

“You’re shaking,” he murmurs against your ear, licking a stripe up your jawline as his fingers piston into you. “But you’re still fucking taking me.”

You gasp, hands flying to his arms, nails digging into the sleeves of his shirt as you grip him like a lifeline. Your entire body pulses around his fingers, helpless against the stretch, the pressure, the unbearable pleasure that builds again.

“You gonna cum again for me, baby?” he whispers, voice wrecked. “Gonna let me make you lose it one more time?”

You nod frantically, tears welling in your eyes from the intensity. He watches you break, his expression dark and starved, possessive.

“Good girl.”

He kisses you then—finally. Hard and deep and messy. Tongues tangling, lips parting as you both moan into each other’s mouths.

Your orgasm crashes again, ripping through you without warning. This one is louder, messier—your legs thrash, your hands claw at his arms, your body convulses around his fingers until you’re gasping into his mouth. 

And still, he doesn’t pull away.

He slows just slightly, just enough for you to breathe, but his fingers stay inside, buried to the hilt, flexing gently as you ride out every last shiver.

Your chest rises and falls in shallow waves, lips parted, throat raw from the sounds he’s torn out of you. Your forehead presses to his, barely able to hold yourself upright as he whispers something low, wrecked, like praise against your cheek. And even then, he doesn’t move.

He lets you fall apart around him completely. He holds you through it. Waits until your body softens, until the spasms ease and your walls stop fluttering greedily around his fingers, until your weight begins to slump, boneless, against his chest.

Only then does he shift, slowly. Intentionally. His fingers drag out of you in a long, aching slide.

The wet sound of it is quiet but unmistakable. You shiver as the air kisses the sensitive skin he’d just worshipped, and your legs are still parted, your body still open, soaked, and pulsing from the aftermath.

Jake’s forehead is still pressed to yours.

His eyes: dark and glassy with hunger, but softer now, never leave you as he lifts his hand. The same hand that had been inside you. His fingers glisten in the low light, coated in everything you gave him. 

And without a word, he brings them to his mouth. His lips part, tongue flicking out to taste you. One finger, then another. Slow, sensual, obscene in its reverence. He licks them clean like he’s savoring every drop, because he is.

His brows knit slightly as he hums, eyes fluttering shut for a second, before opening again to lock on yours.

“Fuck,” he whispers against your mouth, breath hot and reverent. “You taste like sin.”

You let out a shaky breath, heart still hammering from what he just did to you. From what you let him do. From what you wanted. Needed.

Then, his fingers slide down again—this time just a light, lazy stroke over your clit. Barely there. Just enough to make your thighs twitch and a tiny gasp escape your lips.

“Still so sensitive,” he murmurs, teasing, but gentle now.

His forehead stays pressed to yours, grounding you both as your hands move to his chest, clutching his shirt, needing the contact, the closeness.

There’s silence for a moment. A kind of peace in the storm. His thumb draws small circles on your thigh, and yours grip him like you’re scared he’ll slip away if you let go.

Then, his voice breaks the silence—soft, raw, sincere.

“I’m sorry,” he breathes, fingers still moving slowly inside you, careful now, reverent. “About what I said earlier… in front of everyone.”

Your eyes flutter open, meeting his. There’s something in them—something new—a vulnerability that wasn’t there before.

You swallow, voice trembling but steady. “Why did you have to say it like that?” you ask quietly. “Like I’m some joke, some problem to laugh at?”

“I shouldn’t have said those things,” he continues, voice husky. “Not about you. Not like that. Especially not when you were already hurting.”

He shifts slightly, pulling his hand free but keeping it close—resting it lightly against your thigh. His gaze never wavers, his expression open, stripped of the usual cocky edge.

“I was wrong to embarrass you,” he admits quietly. “To call you moody with a superiority complex, like it was some joke. Like it didn’t matter how it made you feel. I forgot that words can cut deeper than any fight.”

You swallow hard, heart tightening at the honesty.

“I’ve always thought you could take it,” he says, eyes flickering with regret. “That you’d laugh it off. But I see now that it wasn’t funny. It was cruel. And it wasn’t fair—to you or to us.”

He leans down, pressing a gentle kiss to the side of your face. His breath fans over your skin as he murmurs, “I don’t want to be the reason you feel small or less than. You’re the smartest, fiercest person I know. And the last thing I want is to make you feel anything less than that.”

His fingers find your hand, intertwining with yours like an unspoken promise.

“You don’t have to be ‘all pouty’ to get my attention, you know.”

A slow, tender smile curls at the corners of his mouth. “You already have it. Always.”

You lean in, resting your forehead gently against his chest, feeling the steady thrum of his heartbeat beneath your skin. The world quiets around you, and for the first time that night, the weight inside your chest eases—just a little.

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[4jaeyun]

──𝙋𝙊𝙎𝙏𝙄𝙉𝙂 𝘼 𝙏𝙃𝙄𝙍𝙎𝙏 𝙏𝙍𝘼𝙋 𝘼𝙁𝙏𝙀𝙍 𝘼 𝙁𝙄𝙂𝙃𝙏 ✶ texts

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[4jaeyun]

THAT ME ESPRESSO ★ 𝗌𝗃𝗒 𝗁𝖼𝗌

𝐀𝐂𝐓 𝐈𝐕 𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝖺𝗇’𝗍 𝗄𝖾𝖾𝗉 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗌 𝗈𝖿𝖿 𝗈𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎

𝟒𝟕𝟐𝒾──── boyfriend!sjy 𝗑 f!rea ✿ fluff 𓂋 kissing skinship ❞ 𝒄𝒂𝒕𝒂𝒍𝒐𝒈𝒖𝒆 ｡

𝗥𝗘𝗕𝗟𝗢𝗚 𝗙𝗢𝗥 𝗔 𝗞𝗜𝗦𝗦

boyfriend ! jake who is the touchy type. he isn’t a subtle touche lover— and addict—alone. but someone who craves for the most intense proof of physical affection.

boyfriend ! jake who cannot walk with you without his arms brushing your own. the back of his hand finds yours before he can stop himself, his knuckles caress your skin and make it tingle. he is quick to intertwine your fingers together, gently.

boyfriend ! jake who loves to wear glasses. not only because it makes you want to kiss him all over the face. but because he loves to feel your fingertips slightly touching his skin as you take them off. he loves how you kiss him after, how you cup his face without being scared of breaking his glasses, how your noses meet and your mouths smash.

boyfriend ! jake who falls asleep with his head resting on your thighs. soothed by your fingers playing with his locks, your hand in his hair lulling him to sleep.

boyfriend ! jake who always appears in one of your pictures—although he wasn’t intended to— with his arms wrapped around your waist and his chin on your shoulder.

boyfriend ! jake who, during an argument, like to keep physical contact with you. whether it’s by his hand holding yours or standing close enough to you that your arms are pressing against one another’s.

boyfriend ! jake who, after a fight, crawls into bed without saying a word. in the silent room, he can’t help but get a bit too close to you. he lets his body get attracted to your warm until there is no other option but cuddling anymore.

boyfriend ! jake who always gets sick after you catch a cold, due to his inability to stay away from you for longer than a few seconds.

boyfriend ! jake who takes your hand and presses your palm against his chest after a kiss. “do you feel what you do to me?” he asks, his lips glistening with your lipstick mark.

boyfriend ! jake who sobs in his friends ears whenever he is drunk. he complains about how much he wants to be in your arm right at this moment and doesn’t leave your side until two days after when he finally gets back home.

boyfriend ! jake who drives with his hand on your thigh, his thumb rubbing your skin gently. whenever he needs to put his hand on the wheel, he drags yours with his, putting you in an awkward position for the sake of holding your hand.

boyfriend ! jake who loves when you wear jeans because he can put his hands in your back pocket— or even front, if he feels clingy enough.

boyfriend ! jake who, when away from you, sleeps with a pillow in his arms to feel at home.

boyfriend!jake who fell in love with your touch as he fell in love with you. who can’t imagine a life without any.

분지 ܃ i wish i was normal

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[4jaeyun]

affection

alt: how enhypen reacts to shy partner initiating affection

ot7 x shy!reader warning: fluff, little reader anxiety in sunghoons

masterlist

heeseung:

heeseung is one of the members who understands that you aren't the most comfortable showing affection. it never really bothered him that he was always the one initiating affection.

you knew that heeseung was having a rough past few days with their comeback approaching. he always told you that your presence helps calm him, so you decided to help surprise him with the help of jungwon.

you picked him up some food on the way to their dorm. jungwon let you in saying that he was playing a game in his room. when you opened the door, heeseung's back was too you while he stared almost unmoving at the computer screen. you almost thought he was asleep if it weren't for his hands moving.

you set the food down before walking over to where he was. he had his head phones on, so he didn't hear you walk up to him. you leaned over the back of his chair, wrapping your arms around him before resting your head on his shoulder.

you laughed when you felt him jump at the contact before relaxing into your arms. you decided to take it a step further, pressing a kiss to his jaw before telling him you had some food. you completely missed him falling apart as you let him go and turned away.

the two of you enjoyed dinner together before heeseung went back to gaming. this time with you by his side.

rest under the cut

jongseong:

jay is another chill member that is okay with you being shy and not initiating affection very often. he knew that you cared about him which you showed daily and that was all that really mattered.

it was currently the weekend which meant jay spent the whole day with you in your apartment. you were currently laying on the couch scrolling on your phone while jay practiced his guitar for an upcoming video.

eventually, you got bored of your phone, so you threw it on the couch next to you before sitting up. jay paused when he felt the couch move next to him. he looked over to see that you have moved from your laying position to a sitting position right next to him, so you could watch him play. he smiled at you, pressing a kiss to your cheek before turning back to his guitar.

you noticed him stop before returning his attention back to you. he softly asked you if you wanted to learn how to play. initially you were unsure, but after some reassurance from jay, you agreed.

you watched intently as he explained the cords and how to position the guitar. once you were comfortable with that, jay handed you the guitar. now, he fully expected you to sit next to him while he showed you how to play. but to his surprise you stood up before moving to sit on his lap.

you heard him let out a chuckle as his arms wrapped around you. he pressed a kiss to your exposed shoulder as he tried to compose himself. the two of you spent the rest of the evening like that while he taught you how to play the guitar.

jaeyun:

jake would be the one who would take your lack of initiating affection the worst. he would assume that either you didn't feel the same, or you didn't like him as much as he liked you. he skated around the idea until he finally sat you down and asked why you don't show affection.

it was only after you explained that you've always felt awkward initiating affection that he would understand. good thing with jake is that he will initiate enough affection for the both of you. the first time you initiated affection though, you thought you broke him.

it had been raining for the last few days nonstop. so when the rain finally stopped, jake came up with the idea for you two to go for a walk. you were all for the idea. that was until you realized jake doesn't know how to stroll, so you felt like you were constantly running to catch up with him.

that was when an idea hit you.

he couldn't run off if you were holding his hand. the moment he felt your hand grab his, he would instantly stop- nearly making the people behind him run into him. you almost thought you did something wrong until he looked at you with the largest smile you had ever seen on him. he immediately pulled you into a hug, pressing a kiss to your cheek before he told you how much he loved you.

and that smile that was on his face? it stayed there for the rest of the day.

sunghoon:

sunghoon is more than likely the member that would care the least about the fact that you don't initiate affection. don't get him wrong, he would enjoy when you gave him affection, but your comfort came first to him.

a new attraction had just opened up, and you and sunghoon really wanted to go. the two of you failed to realize how packed the place would be on a weekend even though it had been open for a few weeks. you knew that sunghoon didn't mind it, so you tried not to as well. but sometimes crowded areas made you nervous.

you were handling it well until you nearly got separated from sunghoon. if it weren't for his height, you would have lost him. you had to squeeze by a couple of people in order to reach him. by the time you got to him, he noticed you weren't by his side and was looking around for you.

he turned to you as soon as you got to him. he smiled at you when you wrapped your arms around his waist and hugged him. he kissed the top of your head before asking you if you were okay. you nodded your head, but kept your arms tightly around him for another minute or so.

once you were okay, you pulled away from him, but you kept his hand in yours for the rest of the trip.

seonwoo:

sunoo would probably be a mixture of jake and jay. on one hand, he would understand that initiating affection isn't always something that makes you comfortable. and on the other hand, he would sometimes feel like your attraction to him isn't as strong as his is to you.

at the beginning of your relationship, sunoo kept this to himself. but now that the two of you had been dating for a while, sunoo will tell you how he feels, so you can help reassure him that you do in fact love him just as much as he loves you.

you did have certain ways of showing him affection that did necessarily involve physical affection. for example, whenever you stayed with him at the dorms, you would let him do your skin care. it was something you never really did at home- unless sunoo reminded you that is.

you were sitting on the counter watching him as he applied a facial cream to your face. he was humming along to a song that was playing from his phone's speaker. once he was done with your skin care, his hands gently grabbed your face before pinching your cheeks.

you thanked him for taking care of you as you jumped down from the counter. before you left the room, you stood on your toes and kissed his cheek. you told you that you loved him as you left the bathroom, failing to realize what your actions had done to him.

he stood there stunned for a moment before chasing out after you, pulling you into a hug, whining how much he loved you. good luck leaving his arms for the rest of the night.

jungwon:

jungwon would like to think he was on the more chill side of not showing affection, but more often than not, he was similar to jake. especially at the beginning of your guys relationship. he didn't think you felt the same way due to the lack of initiating affection. it was only after he pulled away that you figured out what was happening.

once you explained that you're just not used to showing affection like he was, he would completely understand. he would be the one always showering you with affection, but he would always ask for permission first. you never minded how affectionate he was. you even found yourself craving at times- which was foreign to you.

you were spending the day with jungwon. the two of were having a lazy day since jungwon had just finished with promotions. you were sitting at the counter watching him as he made the two of you food. you had tried to be the one to make food, but he refused- loving to be the one to cook for you.

he had his back turned to you as he swayed to the music that was coming from the tv. you just thought he looked so cute that you wanted to hug him. and that exactly what you did.

you got off your chair before moving to stand behind him. he froze for a moment when he felt your arms wrap around him, but quickly relaxed into your embrace. since he back was to you, you couldn't see the large smile on his face as he returned to making you food.

that lasted for about two seconds before he couldn't help himself - turning around before pulling you into his arms with a kiss.

riki:

riki was a mixture of heeseung and sunghoon. like heeseung, it never bothered him that he was always initiating affection. he also wasn't the biggest on affection, so it relieved him that you also were big on it. not to say that the two of you didn't have your own ways of showing that you care.

it was one of the rare nights that riki was staying at your place. he had been begging you to watch this new movie that came out a few weeks ago, and you two finally had a chance to do so. the two of you were laying on the couch side by side, snacks that riki brought laying on the table in front of you.

riki was fully invested in the movie- which you thought was adorable. you were content with just watching his reactions as you knew that you were going to necessarily like the movie. it just wasn't your taste, but you didn't mind watching it for riki. only issue was that you were getting tired.

riki had just sat back on the couch next to you- his shoulder brushing yours as his hand rested on your thigh. you wanted to get more comfortable and had the urge to be closer to your boyfriend. you took the opportunity to throw your legs over his before resting your head on his shoulder.

you felt riki stiffen for a moment before relaxing back into the couch. he grabbed your hand, intertwining your fingers before resting them on your lap. he also placed a soft kiss on your head.

the two of you were so relaxed in each others embrace, you both fell asleep before the movie ended- which you didn't hear the end of that from riki until you agreed to rewatch with him.

[4jaeyun]

UNSEEN───성훈

﹙ 🦇 ﹚ㅤ:ㅤshowing your vampire boyfriend things he has never seen

vampire bf ! sunghoon x fem ! readerㅤ／ㅤdeath & suggestive jokes, profanitiesㅤ ୨୧ㅤ just a silly idea i thought of ! happy reading :D

[4jaeyun]

SUMMER

﹙凉爽的﹚───── joining jake in the pool

심재윤 & fem!reader wc: 651 💌 cw: skinship, kissing

MANA: i wish i had both a pool (and a jake)

The sun was high in the sky, casting a warm, golden light over the pool. The air was thick with the smell of well, summer. And the sound of water splashing around filled the space. Jake was already in the pool, floating on his back lazily, eyes closed and that relaxed smile on his face.

You sat on the edge of the pool, dipping your toes in the cool water, watching him. He looks at ease, his tousled hair wet from the water, his t-shirt clinging slightly to his chest.

''Are you just going to sit there all day?'' Jake teases, his voice light, as he turns his head to look at you. He’s got that playful glint in his eyes, and you can see a smirk forming on his lips.

You laugh and shrug, playfully challenging, ''Maybe.''

Jake grins, standing now. ''Scared your toes won't reach the bottom?''

You huffed, a offended expression on your face. ''Oh please. It's just the deeper end, my toes reach to bottom perfectly fine here. I just don't wanna swim right now.''

Jake raises an eyebrow, smirking. ''Uh-huh, sure.'' He floats lazily, his arms resting behind his head as he watches you with a mischievous glint in his eyes.

You cross your arms and frown at him, trying to hold your ground. ''What's the supposed to mean?''

Jake’s grin widens. ''You’re not fooling anyone. I think you’re just trying to avoid admitting that you can’t reach the bottom.'' He inches closer to you in the water, teasing you with every step.

You roll your eyes, stretching your arms. ''I’m not avoiding anything, Jake. I'm just not in the mood to-''

Before you can finish your sentence, Jake takes advantage of your distracted state and suddenly grabs your waist, lifting you off the edge. You let out a startled gasp as he pulls you against his chest, the water making everything feel even more weightless.

''Jake!'' you exclaim, wrapping your arms instinctively around his neck to steady yourself.

''What? You said you could reach the bottom.'' He smirks down at you, his hands holding you securely at your waist. ''I’m just helping you out.''

You blink up at him, still clinging to him tightly. ''I can’t touch the bottom here!'' you say as he inches towards the deeper side.

Jake chuckles, holding you effortlessly. ''I guess you really can’t reach the bottom after all, huh?''

''Stop it,'' you mutter, a small laugh escaping you despite your teasing. You try to push against his chest, but it’s not even enough to make him budge. ''You’re just trying to mess with me.''

''I’m not messing with you, I’m just helping you out,'' he teases, his eyes glinting with amusement. He gives you a quick peck, one on your cheek, the other on your lips. ''Besides, I like holding you like this.''

You shake your head, but there’s no denying the warmth you feel being this close to him. “You’re impossible,” you say, but you can’t hide the smile tugging at your lips.

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[4jaeyun]

nobody new.

𝗔𝗕𝗢𝗨𝗧 ◜◡◝ they need you back ⎯⎯ ex!enhypen & fem!rea 🩰 fluff downbad exbfs

taglist open + quotidian.

분지 ܃ this isn’t what i was supposed to post today but i hope you enjoy <3 i am working on scenarios hehe

[4jaeyun]

𐙚 ‧₊˚ ⋅

thinking about the way Jake absolutely abuses the name sweetheart. it doesn’t matter where you are or who you’re with, the name engraves itself in his mind from the first time he calls you it, slipping from his lips ever so casually you almost miss it.

“can you grab me a shirt, sweetheart?”

it stiffens your frame, making you turn to him with wide eyes. Now you’re viewing him entirely, shirtless with his sweatpants hung low around his waist. you swallow a hitched breath, unaware of what to be more overwhelmed by. The fact that he’s so comfortably exposed to you, or that he’s caressed you with just his words alone. He stutters at your gaze, lifting his hand to scratch behind his ear awkwardly. “Sorry, it just felt right.”

you grab one of his T-shirts from his drawer, approaching him with half a coy smile to hide your fluster. You take the chance to wrap your arms around his neck, lightly playing with his hair. Instinctively his hands find your waist, and it’s hard not to collapse at the way his thumbs run circles to your sides. “Can you call me that again?”

“sweetheart?” He asks curiously, even though he knows exactly what you’re talking about. One hand traces up your back as he ponders for a second, looking back and fourth between your eyes. He gives you the sweetest smile, before his lips find yours in a swift kiss.

“I don’t plan on ever stopping.”

months pass, and sweetheart has seemingly settled as your new name. his friends and family understand, they know it can’t be helped, because when he looks at you he can barely think straight. And god forbid you look at him? It’s like his heart is taken right out of his chest, held by you, and then put back in to resurrect him. Sometimes sweetheart is quite literally the only thought turning in his mind, the idea of you pondering in his head every hour of the day. It perfectly captures all that he loves you for. It has its endearing moments, its flirtatious advances, and savors every moment you two share together. Jake won’t use that term for anything else, even if he tried. You’ll always be his sweetheart.

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[4jaeyun]

CHAPTER 10 — THE KIND OF SILENCE THAT SCREAMS.

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You didn’t even realize how loud your heart was pounding until everything else went quiet.

Jay still hadn’t said anything else. Jake’s letter was clenched in his hand now, slightly crumpled. And Sunghoon… Sunghoon hadn’t moved, hadn’t spoken, hadn’t even blinked, it seemed.Lia stood beside you, nervously sipping her iced latte like this wasn’t a total social implosion happening in real time.

“I need to sit down,” you muttered, stumbling toward a nearby bench. Your knees felt like they might give out if you didn’t.

“Y/N,” Jay said again, softer this time. “You really didn’t send them?” You looked up at him, incredulous. “Do you seriously think I’d do this on purpose?” “I don’t know what to think,” he replied. “You’re telling me these letters just magically showed up in our mailboxes? That’s a little hard to believe.”

Jake ran a hand through his hair, visibly overwhelmed. “Okay, okay, let’s just… not jump to conclusions. Maybe, maybe someone found them?” You turned toward him quickly. “They were in a box. In my room. Under my bed. I haven’t touched them in years, Jake.”

Lia’s sip suddenly sounded a little too loud. Sunghoon still hadn’t said anything.

You hated it.

You hated how his silence said more than any of their questions. You hated the unreadable look in his eyes, like he was trying to put together some puzzle you weren’t even aware of. You hated how it made you feel, exposed, foolish, like a confession you didn’t mean to make was now plastered all over campus.

Jay paced a little, letter still in hand. “So if you didn’t send them… who did?” “I don’t know!” you snapped, louder than intended. People walking by were starting to glance your way, but you didn’t care.

Jake looked like he was trying to process ten things at once. “It’s just… these weren’t casual letters, Y/N. You literally called me your first real heartbreak.” You winced. “I wrote that when I was sixteen.” “Still kind of a bomb to drop at nine in the morning,” he said with an uneasy laugh, but there was no malice in his tone.

Jay turned to you again. “You said you liked the way I smiled when I read, what was it, ‘nerdy sci-fi books no one else understands’?”

You buried your face in your hands. “Please stop quoting it.” “I’m just saying,” Jay said, sitting beside you now. “These weren’t… small things. I didn’t even know you felt that way back then.” “I didn’t want you to know. That’s the whole point.”

And then finally, finally, Sunghoon spoke.

“Mine was different,” he said quietly. Everyone turned to him. Your stomach dropped. “What do you mean?” Jay asked.

Sunghoon’s gaze was fixed on you. “The way she wrote about me wasn’t the same. It wasn’t just some teenage crush.”

You could feel everyone’s eyes shift toward you again. Lia stiffened beside you.

“What did she say?” Jake asked, clearly confused. Sunghoon hesitated for a second before answering. “She said I ruined love for her.”

Your breath caught. There it was. The most vulnerable thing you’d ever written. Laid bare. Jake and Jay looked stunned. Even Lia couldn’t hide her reaction.

“I didn’t mean for you to ever read that,” you said quietly, throat tight. “That wasn’t supposed to be for anyone but me.” Sunghoon nodded once. But the weight in his expression didn’t lift. “So… was it true?” he asked, eyes unreadable. “Do you still feel that way?”

You swallowed hard. “Does it matter?” “Of course it does.”

You glanced down at your lap. Your fingers were clenched so tightly that your knuckles had gone pale. You didn’t know what to say. Didn’t know how to fix this mess, because there was nothing to fix—it was all out now. There was no rewinding time. No taking anything back.

You didn’t even know what was worse—Jay’s confused sincerity, Jake’s lingering softness, or Sunghoon’s quiet storm.

Lia suddenly stood. “I think we should go.” You blinked at her. “What?” “You look like you’re going to pass out. And people are staring.”

You looked around. She wasn’t wrong. “I’ll walk you back,” she added quickly. But before you could get up, Jay spoke again.

“I just want to know one thing,” he said. “If the letters hadn’t gotten out… would you have ever told us?” You looked at him for a long time. And then shook your head. “No,” you admitted. “I wouldn’t have.”

Silence again.

And then Jay let out a breath, standing too. “Okay. I get it.”

You didn’t know what he meant by that. But something in his voice felt final. Jake nodded awkwardly, muttering something about seeing you later. Sunghoon didn’t say anything at all.

The three of them walked away, each in a different direction. And just like that, the aftermath of your letters was real. Not just some hypothetical disaster anymore.

They’d read your words.

They’d seen your heart.

And now, everything was falling apart.

[4jaeyun]

ㅤㅤㅤ❛ 　─────𝐍𝐄𝐄𝐃𝐘

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

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

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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.

[4jaeyun]

what are you wearing?

riding a sweaty sunghoon because he looked too good in tank tops and you almost took it personally.

“you really couldn't wait, could ya?” dom!sunghoon x horny!reader wc𓈒 1.1k — not proofread! ✴ fluff, unprotected sex (protect urself guys), riding, p in v, cursing, banter, praise & degradation kink, pet names (hoon, sweetheart, doll..), implied multiple rounds, mdi!

𝑚. 𝗅𝗂𝗌𝗍

you were lying down on the couch, phone in one hand as you scrolled absent-mindedly through many different social medias, a blanket draped lazily around your lap and a cooking show passing on tv that you tried to pay attention to but soon gave up. even if some videos caught your attention, nothing really entertained you. sunghoon promised you he'd be home by 8:30 from gym, and it was already 8:46, wait, 8:47.

when the door opened up with a loud thud and not-so-careful steps approached, you wondered whether you'd pretend to be sleeping, or if you'd look like you were fully invested in the contestants baking pumpkin pies. he was in the living room sooner than you'd calculated, and he caught you mid changing position, fixing your hair unstoppably.

“oh, so you're finally ho-” you muttered pretending not to be embarrassed, but stopped mid sentence as he walked in: big ass grin, confident steps, bangs sticking to his head with sweat from the workout and a cap that covered half of his face. that alone would've finished you up in any situation, but yeah, there was more. black compression tank top, defining his abs and clinging to his chest like a second skin.

“what the fuck are you wearing?” was the only thing you asked after checking him out for a few seconds, careful not to let your jaw drop or something. he looked confused, clearly not expecting anything but an angry version of you. his eyes followed yours, trying to catch up on what you were referring to.

“why? is it bad?”

“not at all, that's the problem. i was supposed to be mad at you.”

“yeah, sorry for being late. i know i promised you i would be on time” he tried, but your mind wasn't there anymore. you weren't annoyed anymore. you were just with an unmistakable heat pooling on your stomach and your gaze followed his ab lines like a predator. the fact that he was late didn't matter whatsoever. not now.

“this is not what you should be worried about now, hoon”

“oh god. what have i done?”

“you wouldn't know. just come and fix it.”

sunghoon snapped. one second he was staring blankly at you, trying to follow your mind, and the other one he was dropping his bag, moving hurriedly to be all over you. his eyes darkened instantly, and you felt your stomach twist when you stood up from the couch and his sweaty, firm hands found your waist, pulling you closer. inch by inch pressed against his skin. air between you seeming almost shared.

“is this your definition of ‘fixing it’, sweetheart?”

you hummed, agreeing. “it did involve something like this”

he smirked, gaze dropping to your mouth. you were sure he'd try to postpone it, to edge you, but he started it, and now he'd have to cope. you leaned in, lifting your chin and tiptoeing to kiss him. and it was the type of kiss that had your mind spiraling, the ones that even the tip of your toes curled with the soft encounter of your lips followed by the mind-blowing passage of his tongue inside your mouth.

sure, he was a bit surprised by your sudden courage, he could give you this one, but it was nothing that would lead him to lose control. sunghoon always had a way to silently remember you that he was in charge, and right now? it was the way his grip on you tightened as he dropped to the couch, forcing you to sit on top of him, legs holding on to his waist for dear life.

you breathlessly gasped, startled, your fingers instantly hooking on the collar of his black tank top to keep you steady, grounded to his heat.

the touch of your tongues started off as soft, like a coordinated dance both of you were dancing, but it soon built up to something rougher, warmer, with desire dripping from your mouths.

but when he tilted his head slightly and bit your bottom — and already swollen — lip?

you completely lost it.

and worse, fully moaned into his mouth, the sound coming out of your throat strained, hoarse.

“oh doll, look at you, already turned on?” he darkly chuckled, breaking the kiss and lipping his own bottom lip now, as if trying to collect every single trail of yourself you could've let on him.

sunghoon didn't wait for your answer, and before you knew it, he leaned in to leave open mouthed kisses on your neck and collarbone, sliding your beige shirt to the side to give him more access to your skin.

he nibbled on your sensitive skin, leaving red marks behind like he was worshipping something sacred. his hands touched you almost everywhere, mostly grabbing your waist to keep you in place. you readily tilted your head, allowing him to do everything and panting softly as the cherry on top.

despite your whines, he was patient, taking his time to suck on your neck and sliding to your shoulder with caution. when the fabric started to get on his way, his long fingers found the hem of your shirt as he gently took it off.

his gaze dropped on you as if he was food deprived, flying pecks returning to flood your skin and leave your head dazed. when you whimpered again, he finally gave in, quickly unbuttoning your bra with the ability of who'd done this thousands of times, cupping your tits carefully like they were precious.

“you look so fucking gorgeous it's killing me. my god—” your nipples hardened and he smirked, visibly satisfied. when his tongue finally found them, you squirmed on top of him, the sudden acknowledgement of his bulge forming under you now both overwhelming and pleasuring.

“hoon, don't tease—”

“don't be so eager, sweetheart. even though you look beautiful begging, this is just the start and you're already acting all slutty” he bit one of your nipples harder only to watch you tremble, the degrading tone laced in his hoarse tone.

your fingers found his scalp, holding on to it firmly and gripping it when he sucked on a certain spot that made you go dumb. your whines turned into moans, sinful sounds leaving your throat beautifully, the noise finding his ears like music.

your hips rolled, trying to find friction between your bodies. because you were not in the mood of holding back, and when his bulge teased you so good? there was no point in pretending.

“holy shit— keep going like that.” he momentarily stopped his mouth, and you swore the face he made was unreal. eyebrows furrowed, eyes fluttering closed, biting bottom lip, trying to keep himself still.

you kept going, sometimes bouncing on his lap. soon, your arousal couted his black leggings and a wet spot could be seen. you shut your eyes, the fabric keeping you from coming undone but at the same time leaving you overwhelmed, the pleasure building up.

“you really couldn't wait, could ya? so fucking desperate.” his grip on your waist tightened, signalling you to stop, to stay still. despite your own desires, you did exactly as you were said, and sunghoon quickly took off your shorts and pantie and layered his shorts and boxer just below his knees, not really caring about it. when you took a glance of his face, he was flustered, that one concentrated face you were crazy about getting even redder when his tip teased your hole and you fully bounced on it, sitting up on him.

his hardened dick had already filled spots that made you see stars when you started to move your hips under his control, the action now feeling way more intimate and way better.

“always so tight around me— shit, keep bouncing.” and oh you did. you alternated between bouncing, grinding and riding, your hips moving senselessly as your breathing came out short, uneven. the moans that left your mouth filled the living room and the lewd sound of skin slapping against skin became louder when he bottomed out, thrusting on you from below.

your thighs burned, but the desire was bigger, the pleasure was better. soon, you felt your legs sore, muscles almost screaming — but not as loud as you did, of course — sunghoon noticed immediately, and he became rougher, grip tight to tell you that you only had to stay still.

his thrusts were deliberate, hitting your g-spot every single time, aligning perfectly with the way your hips rolled. he groaned — guttural, loud, rough. — signaling that he was close, or that you were close, you didn't really know. however, when your nails began to scratch him and your hips faltered, he understood perfectly what it meant without saying a single word. because there was no need to, obviously.

he leaned in to suck against your neck one more time, his kisses now slower, savoring your skin like a whole meal. his thrusts lost a bit of its pace, and when he came, he announced it with a lewd, raw sound, gripping the curve of your hips like it was something he wanted to destroy. to ruin completely

because he fills you up all at once, burying himself inside you in one smooth, deep thrust, stretching you open, pressing so much you swear you feel him in your stomach. “filling you up so good. feel full don't you?”

“shit, hoon— s’ full” you cried, your cum mixing with him as you released. you buried your head on the crook of his neck and he got the cue to fuck you through all of it, leaving you empty and filling you up simultaneously. the scent of him filling up your nostrils as your mind blanked deliciously.

you bit his skin as if felt too much, and both of you didn't move for a second, your breathing irregular, the smell of sex filling the room.

when he did say something, it felt more like a confession from how low it was, despite the dirty words that would leave his mind. “you don't think we're over, right? you asked for it. take it.”

“fuck, hoon, ngh— shouldn't you be tired from gym?”

“not at all. i workout in order to keep up with you, horny girl”

and you knew that would be a very, very long night.

[4jaeyun]

BEING ROOMMATES WITH 3 GUYS? 02z edition

pairing! enhypen's 02z x female!reader

genre! fluff, crack, roommate au

warnings! cursing, mentions of sex, jake having a dirty ass room, talks of football, kys joke, mention of influenza, 02z being weirdly obsessed with protein shakes, mention of sharing saliva, mention of rituals, mention of 🌽 (they don't do anything I swear), just 02z being men 🤢

notes! THE WARNINGS MAKE THIS LOOK SO BAD LMAOOOO 💀💀 02z are such crackheads here it's so?? inspired by my fear of rooming with more than 1 guy

© boigyu 2025 . do not copy, translate or plagiarize

[4jaeyun]

ㅤㅤ 이희승 ✦ LUCKY !

𝓸𝓯 husband ! heeseung 𝗑 𝖿 ! 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋 ✿ fluff, suggestive .. reader & hs have a daugnter named ‘yumi’─────for my girlfie @isoobie ﹙◜ᴗ⁠◝⁠﹚

[4jaeyun]

𝐆𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐲 ★ 𝐁𝐚𝐛𝐲 | 𝐩𝐭.𝟑

【ᯓ★𝐒𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬 】 Sim Jaeyun or otherwise known as Jake — you couldn't believe that he out of all people approached you and offered to personally design a dress meant just for you and you only. He was a famous designer and owner of his own Fashion brand. What a good surprise it was to later find out that he has been wanting to try out being a sugar daddy after having heard his friends talk about it. It was an opportunity you didn't want to miss so you offered to be his first Sugar babe and show him how it's done. 【ᯓ★𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞 】 smut (mdni) 【ᯓ★𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬 】 'contract' talk, Fashion Designer!Jake, implied age gap (not mentioned) , Jake being a little nervous 【ᯓ★𝐒𝐦𝐮𝐭 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 】 Switch!Jake, cunnilingus, squirting , implied multiple orgasms , Jake cums in his pants twice (handsfree) 【ᯓ★𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 】 4.6k

【ᯓ★𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞 】 not really happy with this part huehuehue. Reminder that everything fiction! Taglist for the series is officially closed. Reblogs and feedback are highly appreciated! and yes, i changed the banner a little

𝐇𝐞𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐮𝐧𝐠 (𝐩𝐭.𝟏)| 𝐉𝐚𝐲 (𝐩𝐭.𝟐) | 𝐉𝐚𝐤𝐞(𝐩𝐭.𝟑) | 𝐒𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐧 (𝐩𝐭.𝟒) | 𝐇𝐲𝐮𝐧𝐠 𝐋𝐢𝐧𝐞(𝐩𝐭.𝟓)

It’s been almost three weeks since your encounter with Jake and honestly , life couldn’t be any easier than it was at the moment. You had two sugar daddies who paid you a fortune per week just to hang out with them and get dicked down good , there wasn’t anything to complain about. Thankfully, neither Heeseung’s or Jay’s schedules clashed with one another —  you were always able to spend time with one of them without the other knowing. It was all so easy. Sure , for some reason you felt guilty about not telling them about the other —  but on the other hand, it was never established if you were allowed to have a second sugar daddy or not, you weren’t doing anything wrong. For all you know, they could be having other Sugar babies as well , right? But for some reason, you still couldn’t shake that feeling of guilt weighing down on your shoulders. Did that stop you from contacting Jake? Hell no.

During the three weeks , you had been texting with Jake whenever you could or whenever he was free and really —  he was a very sweet guy, maybe a bit cheesy and flirty but sweet and nice nonetheless. Eventually , casual texts turned into calls since he wanted to talk to you but couldn’t text due to having to design clothes and honestly? It was mostly you facetiming his cute dog Layla as she was very curious and kept coming up to the camera to sniff it and try to get to you , it always warmed up your heart and made you laugh in amusement whenever he tried to get her away from his phone with that little pout of his. The talks you had with him turned into more personal conversations and you were feeling hopeful when he talked about being a Sugar daddy. His job made it impossible for him to have a romantic relationship so he’s been feeling lonely , he even gave you a little tmi about his sex drive and oh boy, did he have a high one. Hearing the words ‘Sugar daddy’ made your heart leap in joy and you didn’t want to miss the opportunity , so , you did the only logical thing you could think of —  tell him that you were a Sugar baby and on the look for another Sugar Daddy.

Originally , you weren’t looking for a third one —  but who in the right mind would miss the chance of being the Sugar Baby of a famous designer and getting a third one? It’s all just more money and more sex for you , a win win if you’d ask me. 

After some more facetimes and talking , a date to meet at his house has finally been arranged —  both for the dress he was planning on designing for you and the Sugar daddy talk , you were going to show him the ropes and be his very first Sugar baby.

“Is this the right address , Ms.(L/n)?”

“Yes , thank you”, you stepped out of the limousine and thanked your chauffeur for dropping you off before heading towards the house. You paused and turned around to see if your chauffeur had already left and much to your delight, he did — the last thing you needed was him ratting you out to your dad for meeting up with a guy. Jake’s house was surprisingly … more family like —  it looked like an ordinary house. Sure , it was on the bigger side but it wasn’t anything that screamed ‘Look at me, i’m fucking rich and could buy the whole district if I wanted to’. Your heels clicked against the pavement as you headed up to the gate , a small smile on your face as you saw flashes of golden fur through the small slits of the gates before ringing the doorbell —  of course he had one of those ring cameras , just because his house looked ordinary didn’t mean that he could live safely. The camera turned on as Jake looked at who it was so you just smiled and waved at the camera , a soft laugh escaping your lips as he let out an excited ‘(Y/n)!’ upon seeing your face and opened the gate with a press of a button.

“Excited , huh?”, you giggled as you got greeted by Layla as soon as you walked through the gates , her damp nose nudging against your leg to get some pats while her tail was wagging with excitement —  she was just so so precious. “Laylaaaa, come here!”, Jake called out to his dog as he opened the front door , trying to get Layla away from you so you could walk freely but alas —  Layla was too occupied hogging your attention and affection. “Laylaaaaaa”, Jake whined before huffing , pouting slightly as Layla only came when you walked up to his door. “Guess she’s just too excited to see me again”, you grinned as you stopped in front of him, his pout turning into a smile as the corners of his lips lifted up. “Me too actually..”, he mumbled quietly enough for you to barely hear him before he opened his arms for a hug that you returned , his hand resting on the small of your back as he opened the front door wider and led you into his house. 

“So , I’ve made a couple sketches of dresses that I think would look good on you. Look through them and pick the one you like the most. I’ll get the measuring tape to measure your body and then we’ll talk about fabrics and colors. Do you know what kind of fabric you’d like your dress to be?”, Jake said as he led you through his house and into one of the rooms, it was his studio that he had where his magical fingers worked on designing and creating the clothes he makes. “Well.. you’re the designer so I leave the choices to you. You didn’t even have to do this all in the first place just for me , yet you still want to do it —  surprise me”,a little laugh came from him as he nodded his head , pushing his glasses up with his index finger before opening the door to his studio. It wasn’t really organized but also not very messy , the room just looked very used and homey.

Your eyes landed on one of the mannequins in the room, your eyes sparkling a little as you walked over to it — since when was he designing lingerie? “O-Oh! That’s an unfinished project of mine ha ha…”, he laughed nervously as he tried to get your attention away from the lingerie set he had crafted but you shook your head a little, your fingers gently touching the soft fabric. It was a baby blue nightgown made out of sheer fabric , a very short nightgown since it was sexy lingerie — it had cute ruffles at the bottom and there were bows tied to the sides of it , giving it a sexy yet cute appearance. “I didn’t know that you also designed lingerie…”, you mused , turning around to look at him just to see his cheeks slightly flushed , a small bulge bulging out of his cheek as he was poking his tongue through it. “Well… I’ve just started with it unofficially. I’ve got many requests from my female customers asking if I could also design lingerie … be it sexy lingerie or something you wear everyday. I don’t know if this is what women like….is it too much? Would it be too uncomfortable to wear?”, his eyes were filled with curiosity and worry as he looked at you , your heart melting at the sight of the little pout on his lips — you couldn’t believe that he was a couple years older with how cute he was acting.

“Well, the fabric is nice. It’s soft and feels light so it wouldn’t be uncomfortable , no”, you shook your head before continuing to speak after a small pause. “I would need to try it on to see if it’s uncomfortable to wear and as for if women like this kind of style , that depends on them. Everyone has a different taste…I personally like it”, after finishing your sentence , your eyes met Jake’s and you swore you saw something lighting up in his eyes before the glimmer disappeared , his adams apple bopping up and down as he swallowed dryly —  a shaky breath escaping his lips. “Would you like to.. Try it on? And be my model for lingerie..?”, his question made your eyes widen a little , was this really happening? A famous designer is not only inviting you over to his house just to design your own personal dress but now also asking if you’d like to be his model? Luck really was on your side lately. He quickly doubled down, a nervous chuckle coming from him. “Obviously you don’t have to! You’re just, the only female I know who isn't in my line of work or works with me in the company so it would be less awkward haha… my bad”, he quickly apologized before his mouth ran dry, his heart practically dropping into his pants as you nodded your head.

“I would love to be your Model, Jake”, oh fuck —  his name rolled so smoothly from your tongue , it made his heart pick up a beat. He bit his bottom lip slightly. “I would pay you even..”, he added , the breathy chuckle coming from you catching his attention. “Jake, you’re going to pay me anyway once we’ve had our contract talk”, right , how could he forget that? Heat rushed to his ears , giving the tips of his ears a soft red tint. “Right… I completely forgot about that. We could talk about it while I’m measuring your body. Could you… please take your clothes off? Your bra too so I can measure your chest, you can keep your underwear on”, his voice suddenly became professional as he instructed for you what to do , his hand reaching into the pocket of his cardigan to fish his measuring tape out of it. 

You nodded your head and started to strip your dress off of your body — you loved wearing dresses , they made you feel sexy and if you looked close enough , you could see that you weren’t the only one thinking that. Jake’s eyes were watching your every move, the way the fabric of your dress slowly slid down your body once you unzipped the back of it , the sight teasing and alluring — he could heard your dress taunting him as it slowly slid down your thighs until it pooled at the bottom of your heels. There you stood in the middle of his studio in your matching undergarment set in the color black , a small click of his tongue ringing in your ears as he looked at it.

“Now I understand why I got so many requests for lingerie… this fabric is so cheap”, he mumbled under his breath as he stepped closer , his hand lifting up to your chest with his fingers slowly stretching towards the fabric before he paused and looked at you. “Do you mind?”, he asked in a murmured voice , his eyes focused on the fabric of your bra as he was analyzing it with his eyes , a soft ‘no’ coming from you which gave him permission to touch the fabric. The tips of his fingers glided across the fabric of your bra cups , his eyebrows furrowing a little as he touched every single detail. “The fabric is a bit itchy… is it the same on the inside? And the padding… must be uncomfortable. I can feel metal under the cups, it must be poking you into the side of your breast ? You need a new bra , a more high quality one. I’m not saying that you’re wearing a cheap bra , I can see the brand , but it’ll get very uncomfortable in the long run. I hear a lot of complaints about the underwire actually poking out of the fabric or how uncomfortable the straps are…hm..”, he mumbled under his breath as he took in every detail while seriously analysing it , you couldn’t help but feel a little amused.

“You’re right about everything , yeah , it does feel uncomfortable. I’ve tried out a lot of bras and still haven’t found the one that’s actually comfortable to wear while also being supportive for the chest”, he hummed at your reply before his eyes glanced back up to yours. “Let’s get you out of this bra and let your breasts breath”, he took a step back so you had enough room to comfortably take your bra off while he bent down and picked your dress up to place it neatly on his work chair before turning back around to face you just for his mouth to run dry.

Look , he knows that he was the one to tell you to take your bra off for exact measurements — but good lord , his eyes were about to pop out of their sockets as he was greeted by the sight of a pair of pretty breasts all on display for him. He quickly cleared his throat , trying to get back into his professionalism but it was just so hard —  he just hoped he wouldn’t pop a boner. He tried to distract himself , to think about other things like his mom or work to not focus or stare too much at your bare chest —  but the conversations he had with you per chat or facetime popped up in his scattered mind.

“A high sex drive you say? What do you mean?”, your voice sounded so good over the phone , his hand covering his eyes as he laid on his back in the middle of his bed. He was a bit tipsy during the call , his filter coming off. “I can’t stop fucking my fist once I start. I’ve tried out pocket pussies but I keep breaking them from using them too much…. I could be jerking off , bust a nut and my cock would still be so fucking hard. My lust is insatiable. I have a couple friends who do this whole Sugar daddy thing and they said it’s the best fucking thing in the world. I was actually thinking of doing that and keeping it sexual , but I don’t know how.”

“I could help with that… I’m a sugar baby with a little experience. I could show you the ropes and if you agree to it… give you the best fuck every time you want…as often as you want , as long as you want. Anything , I’d be your personal sex slave if that’s what you’re into”

Oh fuck —  Think about ; cats! Dogs! Your mom! Anything!! , he thought to himself as his teeth sunk further into his plump bottom lip , his eyes shutting tightly before opening again just to be met by a grin on your face. “Go on , stare at them. Touch them if you want”, he couldn’t believe the words that reached his ears , his mouth getting drier than it already was and his lips kept parting and closing, making him look like a fish trying to breathe on land.

You just grinned and took his hand , guiding it on top of your right breast and making the palm of his hand press right down on your nipple , his eyes just widening even more. "So , about this whole sugar daddy situation. Are you up for it? I don't mind showing you the ropes , you know?", he absentmindedly nodded his head, letting out a breathy 'uh huh' as he kept staring at your chest , his fingers twitching as he held back the urge to squeeze the breast under the palm of his hand. "You said something about keeping things only sexual huh? We can do that, anything you don't like?", he was far too focused on your chest to even register what you said , all the blood in his body rushing down to his crotch as he squeezed your breast —  his teeth biting his bottom lip again when he heard the shaky exhale you let out.

"Hey... focus...", you mumbled , reaching a hand out to tap his hand but it seemed as if his hand had a mind of its own —  his squeezing never stopped. Instead of squeezing your breast now, his left hand joined in and he cupped both of your breasts in his hands , his thumb grazing your nipples that have started to get stiff from being exposed to the air.

"I can't lie , I am anything but focused right now... your chest would look so pretty in pink silky fabric... maybe a little bow in the middle of the band right between your breasts...", he breathed out , his eyes tearing away from your chest and going up to your eyes —  a hungry expression swirling in his brown orbs, the hunger in them only growing. He wanted to devour you , you were just so incredibly hot and attractive — plus , he was pent up. He hasn't felt a warm ,wet pussy wrapped around his cock ever since his ex girlfriend left him for being too horny , yes , she left him because of his sex drive —  you were making his hormones act up and his cock crying tears of pre cum already , making him feel like a teenager going through puberty.

"A fabric so thin that it'll make your nipples show, so light and gentle against your skin that you'll barely feel it...", he continued to mumble under his breath as his eyes slowly trailed back down to your chest again. "They fit so nicely in my hands"

You bit your lip as he continued to squeeze and caress your breasts , his thumb gently grazing the tips of your stiff nipples before gently pressing down on them as if they were some sort of button , your eyes trailing from his face down his body —  they made an halt at his crotch , shamelessly staring at the shape of his cock bulging through the fabric of his pants , pressing against his thigh. "How about we just... continue the contract talk later and just see if our sexual chemistry matches...", you suggested in a whisper , your hands coming up to rest on top of his hands to make him focus on your words instead of your lumps of fat. 

"Yes", he agreed quickly , not even thinking about it as the feeling of lust completely consumed him —  your smell , the way your breasts moved with every single breath you took, the way your body looked naked , it was making his head spin.

He leaned in without another thought , his lips crashing with yours —  his lips were plump and soft against yours, a complete contrast to the way he was kissing you. His kiss was hungry , heated and sensual all at the same time. His left hand abandoned your chest , the tips of his fingers brushing against the bare skin of your arm as he trailed them up to your neck —  his hand finding home on the back of your head to deepen the kiss. 

Your hands came up to his cardigan , fingers wrapping around the collar of it to pull him closer as well —  his clothed chest touching yours, the soft fabric of his cardigan brushing against your stiff nipples. He broke the kiss for a second , his eyes clouded with lust as he gazed at you while his hand on the back of your head moved down your back, The tips of his fingers traced down your spine until he reached the small of your back, his fingers pausing for a second before he moved his hand lower and grabbed a handful of your ass.

"Think you can keep your balance on one heel?", his voice was heavy and thick with lust, the accent he had had grown stronger from the lust he was feeling yet —  you felt as if he was challenging you, but to what?

"I don't know.. why?", he chuckled lowly at your question before both of his hands grabbed your waist , his eyes focused on you as he slowly got down on his knees until he was kneeling in front of you , his head now right in front of your clothed pussy. "Let's find out if you can... I'm not going to let you fall", his face leaned in , his eyes closing as his plump lips left a trail of hot kisses from your navel down to the waistband of your underwear, his lips parting as he nipped on the skin above the elastic band. "Eager.. aren't you? Poor Jaeyunnie...", you cooed as you rested your hand on top of his head, running your fingers through his hair and letting the tips of your acrylic nails scrape against the surface of his scalp —  a shiver ran down his spine.

"Keep doing that and I'll cum in my pants... my cock is already leaking like a broken faucet....", he mumbled against your skin , the little hairs on the back of his neck rising from the shiver that ran down his spine.

"Is that so? Are you that pent up?", you asked back , your fingers curling around the dark strands of hair before tugging on them to make him look up to you —  his nose pressing into your stomach while his lust clouded eyes looked back up to you, his cheeks flushed in a soft pink color. "I am... haven't gotten actual pussy in so long... i'm so tired of those silicone pussies", his tone was low yet desperate , his fingers dug into the fat of your hips to ground himself as he nuzzled his face into your stomach , wet kisses getting placed on your skin again.

His kisses trailed down to the waistband of your underwear, his teeth biting the elastic band and pulling it back a little before letting it go , a quiet 'snap' sound filling the room as it snapped back against your skin. His face was right in front of the core , his nose nudging against your clothed clit before he pressed a warm kiss against it —  a subtle wet patch of his saliva in the shape of his lips now present on the thin piece of fabric.

You gently bite your lip in anticipation, you could feel the heat of your own body growing between your legs. "Don't mind if I do..", he mumbled before his finger hooked under the waistband of your underwear and pulled them down , his eyes fixated on your glistening cunt while his right hand moved to grab your right thigh. He lifted your thigh up onto his shoulder to pull you closer so you were slightly sitting on his shoulder , his face so close to your pussy that you could feel his breath fanning against your wet folds.

"I hope you can stand a long time because once I start , I'm not going to stop until I've quenched my thirst", those were the last words he used his mouth for before putting his mouth to actual good use , his lips kissing your folds before he spread them apart with the tip of his tongue. Your heartbeat started to quicken , your eyes focused on the top of his head. His hair brushed against your bare skin whenever he moved his head , his tongue circling your clit before sliding down to your hole to get a little taste of your pussy — his tastebuds were dancing in delight as they got a taste of your pussy , a moan of satisfaction coming from him.

His hands suddenly grabbed your hips firmly to keep you still as he didn't waste another second , his tongue eagerly lapping at your clit before going back down to your hole or folds to let your clit kiss the tip of his nose. You felt dizzy , your head spinning from how eager he was being. Moans and pants of his name fell from your lips as he devoured your pussy like a 5 star meal , no spot of your cunt left untouched by his tongue or nose. This is what his ex girlfriend lost, this is what she broke up with him for — you were sure he even fucked as good as he ate your pussy out.

Never in your life had you cum as quick as right now, your fingers pulling on his hair from feeling sensitive but he wasn't stopping — he also wasn't planning on stopping. The taste of your pussy was like a drug for him and he was addicted — he craved more and more. He didn't care that you had already squirted all over his face , he was thirsty for more , he wanted and needed more.

He also didn't care about the fact that his cock was crying from sensitivity , his pants were sticky and wet from the two loads he busted inside his pants. Only when you forcefully had to push his head away did he stop, his lips swollen from making out with your drenched pussy , cheeks flushed bright red and that pussy drunk look in his eyes. God , now you had three men in your life who were basically paying to fuck or eat your pussy — life couldn't be better.

You couldn't help but laugh a little in disbelief as you looked at Jake who sat on his chair with an embarrassed and flustered expression on his face — where was the man who just had your legs almost giving out with his face drenched in your squirt?

His ears were flushed bright red , matching the color of his cheeks as he awkwardly played with his pen. "So... contract?", you spoke up to remind him of the topic the two of you wanted to talk about before he made a living water fountain out of you, his head perking up a little as he nodded his head. "So , how exactly does this work? I've mentioned that I have a couple friends who do this whole sugar daddy stuff but they've never quite explained it to me", he replied back after clearing his throat, trying to push away the feeling of embarrassment he was feeling.

"Well, it depends on the people. Some do it this way and some do it that way depending on what they agreed on. I personally am okay with anything, we could keep it both sexual and affectionate — like fake dating kind of stuff since some do it because they feel lonely. Orrr , we could only keep it sexual", he nodded his head a little with a hum. "Let's just see how this goes... so , I basically pay you after every meet up?"

"If that's how you want to do it, sure. Just know that I'm mostly free on the weekends for in person meet ups", he raised his brow a little at that but didn't question it, nodding his head again. "Let's do it like this : call or text me whenever you want to schedule a meet up and pay me after, you can decide the price yourself as long as it's not under 1k — i'm not cheap like that , i'm worth more than just a 100 bucks", a breathy chuckle left his lips at that , his eyes meeting yours as he finally looked at you.

"Greedy , hm?"

"Of course , there's nothing wrong with being greedy once in a while"

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[4jaeyun]

CHAPTER 09 — THE BEGINNING OF THE END

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luna's diary : letters are out :P

There are moments in life that feel small until they spiral into everything. Monday morning felt like one of those moments.

You were running late. Your bag strap had snapped halfway down the street, and you had to juggle your water bottle, your hoodie, and your half eaten granola bar while practically sprinting toward your lecture hall.

You barely made it into class before the professor started. You collapsed into your seat, hair messy, chest heaving. Lia raised an eyebrow at you from beside her, holding in a laugh.

"You look like a disaster," she whispered. You rolled your eyes. “Thanks for the support.” She grinned, then went back to scribbling something in her notebook. You didn’t notice the way she avoided your gaze afterward. Didn’t catch the way her smile faltered for a second before she tucked her phone into her pocket.

The day passed like normal. Or so you thought. Until it wasn’t.

It started with Jay.

You were waiting outside the café on campus, scrolling through your phone while you waited for Lia. That’s when you saw him.

Jay.

Walking toward you. But slower than usual. Like he was thinking, no, overthinking, every step. When he stopped in front of you, your stomach twisted.

"Hey," he said, tone softer than normal. "Hey... what’s up?" He hesitated. Then, without warning, pulled a folded piece of paper from his jacket pocket.

You stared at it. Recognized it instantly.

No. No. No.

"I, uh... found this in my mailbox this morning. Thought it was a joke at first but…" He trailed off, gaze unreadable. “It’s your handwriting, right?”

Your blood went cold.

You reached out slowly, like you were trying not to detonate a bomb. Your fingers brushed the paper, confirming what you already knew.

It was one of the letters.

The one you wrote to Jay years ago.

The one you never meant for anyone to read.

You couldn’t even look at him properly. Your eyes darted to the letter in your hands, scanning words you already knew by heart. Words you never wanted him to see. Things you weren’t even sure you felt anymore.

"I didn’t mean for you to get this," you said quickly, voice shaking. "It was just... it’s old. I was just writing to get it out of my system—" "I know," Jay interrupted gently. “I figured. But… I just wanted to ask. Is it still true?”

You looked up at him, panic rising. You couldn’t even form words. Before you could say anything else, someone called your name from across the quad.

Jake.

You turned, heart pounding, and your breath caught again.

He was holding another letter.

No. No, no, no—

“What the hell is this?” he asked, holding it up with furrowed brows.

You didn’t answer.

Because behind him, like some cruel joke, Sunghoon appeared too.

And in his hand… was another letter.

You could’ve sworn the ground shifted under you.

Jake looked between you and Jay, then at the letter in his hand again. “You wrote one to me too?”

Sunghoon said nothing, but his gaze was sharper than usual. You knew he’d read it already. Knew he’d seen every word.

“Guys, I swear I didn’t send those. I never—I kept them in a box—” Your voice cracked. Jake’s eyes softened slightly. “So how did they get to us?” “I don’t know!”

Lia appeared beside you, holding your drink as if nothing was happening. You didn’t see the flicker of guilt in her eyes. Didn’t catch how she looked away quickly when Sunghoon’s stare landed on her.

The silence stretched, thick and unbearable.

Jay was still watching you, expression unreadable. Jake looked confused. Sunghoon didn’t say a word.

You wanted to disappear.

You didn’t even know what you were supposed to say.

Because somehow, all the letters, the ones you swore no one would ever see, were now out in the world.

And nothing was going to be the same again.

© @leaderwon 2025. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED.

[4jaeyun]

ㅤ ﹙𝓲ssue﹚ㅤ:ㅤTINTS OF REDㅤ...ㅤ( 제이 )

𝐃𝐎𝐔𝐂𝐄─────𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗆𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗍 𝗌𝗄𝗂𝗉 𝖻𝖾𝖺𝗍𝗌. PART ONE

9O9 ᛫ ﹙ 𝗕𝗜𝗦𝗢𝗨𝗦 ﹚ single dad ! jay 𝗑 kindergarten teacher ! 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋 ᛫ 𝖿𝗅𝗎𝖿𝖿───𝗄𝗂𝗌𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀, shy jjong ><

𝗋𝖾𝖻𝗅𝗈𝗀𝗌 ≧≦ 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗌

jay swears this is not him.

palms sweaty, rubbing nervously over his knees, toes curling inside his loubutins, a drop of sweat trickles down his nape— is it the weather or you— he wishes he knew the answer to that.

his eyes take in your mannerisms, the way you tuck loose stands of hair behind your ear, the way your fingers flip through the papers. he feels like a teenage boy all over again, and this feels more like a first date than his daughter's parent's teacher meeting.

“papa,” he feels little hands tug at his trousers, and thank god, that pulls me out of whatever spell your smile put on him when he had entered the room.

“oh—yes, i’m sorry!” he fumbles, trying to blink out of his daydreams and composing himself. “what were you saying?”

“i just wanted to talk about jiyu’s performance in class,” you speak with utmost professionalism— your voice almost melts his heart. “she's a smart kid and a quick learner. although, she’s shy and doesn’t usually play or interact with other kids,”

jiyu is not the most interactive kid and he knows that well. he would argue that she has inherited it from his late wife, but he knows his genes are no better.

there have been far too many instances of his little girl hiding behind his legs, clutching onto his trousers while looking up at him with her big adorable, pleading him to pick her up.

“but we’re working on it. right, sweetie?” your voice gets all his attention again, heart fluttering at just how easily you interact with his daughter.

“yes!” and he can only smile at her enthusiasm when you poke the tip of her nose.

there’s something about you that puts him at ease. your eyes are always gleaming with warmth and comfort— he met you barely an hour ago, by the way— your laughter brighter than the stars. he notices how every single kid enjoys being around you and how you always greet them with the sweetest smiles.

“anything you would like to ask?” you’re looking at him with those prettiest, most enchanting eyes and it’s like his brain turns into a mush, words dying at the tip of his tongue.

“and how have you been?” he mentally screams at himself for asking such a question. this is not him. the jay from an hour ago was annoyed listening to his daughter ramble about you and now, he is foaming at the mouth at the mere thought of you. “i mean— i hope she is not giving you a hard time,”

“no, definitely not. she's well behaved, polite, and very very sweet,” he can hear jiyu’s giggles filling up the room at the compliments and gosh, he does not know if he can handle having both of you in the same room. “and also very cute,”

“granny says i’m cute like papa!” jiyu chimes with a toothy grin, sounding a little too proud at the comparison.

and you tilt your head adorably that, much to your unawareness, makes his heart skip a beat again. “is that so? well, your papa is cute too,”

you’re quick to excuse yourself the next second to answer your call while his eyes are wide open, heart threatening to burst out of his chest, face heating up.

he only blinks back to reality when he feels jiyu’s tiny hands tug at the sleeves of his shirt. “papa, your face is red,”

and he is so done for.

[4jaeyun]

❜ YOU BELONG WITH ME ◟ 박성훈

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SUNGHOON'S BEEN QUIET LATELY. QUIETER THAN USUAL. he doesn’t talk much to begin with, but lately? he’s been dead silent. barely reacting to jokes, zoning out during drills, fidgeting in the locker room like he’s waiting for something—or someone—that never shows up.

and it’s because you haven’t.

you stopped coming to practice. no late-night texts. no showing up to the post-game parties, even though you always slipped in quietly and left before your dad could catch you. it’s been days and it’s driving him crazy. you haven’t even told him why.

so when his teammate nudges him on the bench during the second period and mutters, “isn’t that coach’s daughter? yynn or something?” his head snaps up so fast.

and there you are. sitting a few rows up, hair tucked into a hoodie, his jersey pulled over it. big. oversized. clearly stolen from his closet.

his number. his name.

he swears his heart stops. and then it kicks back in and starts sprinting.

he scores three goals after that.

you swear you’ve never seen him move like that on ice—like he’s got something to prove, like the world’s ending and he has to win before it does. his final goal is followed by a grin and a wink right at you, so fast and so subtle your friends almost miss it.

almost.

did THE park sunghoon just wink at you?”

you freeze. “what?”

“girl,” one of them says, wide-eyed. “he definitely likes you.”

you want to scream. he’s your boyfriend. he calls you baby when you’re curled up in his dorm room and sweetheart when you kiss his bruised knuckles. he kisses your cheek whenever your dad turns around and mouths i miss you across rooms.

but you just shrug and sip your drink, heat creeping up your neck. “you’re imagining things.”

you don’t see him again until after the game.

he corners you in a hallway near the back exit, still in half his gear, helmet under his arm, cheeks pink from the cold—or maybe it’s you.

“you’re here,” he breathes.

you nod, smiling up at him. “missed you.”

he sighs like he’s been holding his breath for days. “you weren’t answering. i thought i did something.”

“you didn’t. i just… needed time. dad was suspicious.”

he leans in, forehead resting against yours, arms sliding around your waist. “don’t disappear on me again, baby. i was losing it.”

you grin. “you scored three goals.”

he smirks, brushing his lips against yours. “was showing off for my girl.”

and then he kisses you, soft but desperate, like he’s catching up for every second you’ve been gone.

like he’s never letting you go again.