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orgasm.exe [ choi soobin ]

who knew that soobin had a big brain and an even bigger surprise?

❛ content 3.8k words, 18+ [ MDNI! ], explicit sexual content, power bottom! male reader, big dick virgin! soobin, nerdy dirty talk, pathetic nerd! soobin, unprotected sex (p in a), praise kink, size kink, soobin talks a looot during it, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, riding, creampie, aftercare, requested here!

you didn’t expect the campus library’s most reclusive, awkward math genius to have a voice that soft.

“i brought the notes,” he mumbled, holding up a neat binder like a peace offering. his long fingers gripped it too tightly, knuckles pale. “sorry i’m late. i—i was recalculating the sample sizes in the… ah, anyway. hi.”

choi soobin.

the guy who never made eye contact with anyone unless forced. always sitting in the back row, muttering answers under his breath that were always annoyingly right. you’d caught him staring at you in lectures a few times — like full on, wide eyed, glasses slipping down his nose, inhaling your soul kind of staring — but he always looked away like he’d been caught watching porn in public.

and now, here he was. standing in the doorway of your dorm room, two textbooks under one arm, a thick bulge in his jeans he clearly didn’t know how to hide, and that same look on his face.

like his body couldn’t decide if it was devotion or panic making his stomach flip.

you stepped aside to let him in.

“make yourself comfortable.”

soobin hesitated.

his eyes did a full scan of your room — bookshelf, unmade bed, pair of briefs on the floor — and his ears immediately flushed pink. still, he nodded, set his things on your desk, and sat in the desk chair like it was a job interview. posture rigid. shoulders hunched to make himself smaller. legs spread too wide because… well. because he was too tall to sit normally in anything.

you couldn’t help it — you smiled.

“you ever been in someone else’s dorm before?” you teased lightly.

he blinked behind his glasses. “no.”

“no?”

he shook his head. “never got invited.”

you leaned against the edge of the desk, close enough that your thigh nearly brushed his knee.

“so i’m your first?”

soobin’s throat bobbed as he swallowed.

“in… in a way, yes.”

that look was back again — staring up at you like you were made of fire. like he couldn’t decide whether to run or reach out and touch.

god, he was so awkward. and sweet. and kind of unbelievably hot in that tall, twitchy, no social skills kind of way. you let the silence stretch for a moment. watched how his eyes kept flicking to your mouth, then down, then back up like he was doing mental calculations.

you decided to cut the tension. “you really been staring at me all semester just to help me pass stats?”

soobin looked mortified.

“i—what?! i wasn’t—i mean, i was, but not like—it’s not just that, i just—”

you raised a brow, smirking. “relax, genius. i’m flattered.”

“…you are?”

“mmh,” you leaned in, voice dropping just a little. “you’re cute when you’re nervous.”

his breath hitched. visibly. like his brain short-circuited.

“i—you’re extremely—i mean statistically—wait no, i meant subjectively—” he stopped himself, cheeks going pink. “sorry. i talk too much when i’m… you know.”

“turned on?”

soobin looked like his bones had given up and the chair was the only thing keeping him upright.

“i think i like when you talk too much.”

he didn’t move. just watched, pupils dilated, chest rising and falling shallowly beneath his sweater vest. he had no idea what to do with his hands, which made you grin as you stepped between his knees.

he froze when your hand touched his thigh.

“wait—” he breathed.

“you okay?” you asked, instantly softening. “i can stop. i want you to tell me if anything feels off.”

“no! i mean—no, don’t stop,” soobin said quickly, voice high and cracking. “i’ve just… i’ve never… i haven’t—ever done anything.”

you nodded. “i figured.”

“is that—bad?”

you tilted your head, brushing your fingers along the edge of his jaw. “why would that be bad?”

“i don’t know,” he said quietly. “you’re… you seem like you know what you’re doing. and i—i don’t. not even a little bit. i’m probably gonna be terrible and come in like thirty seconds and say something stupid about newton’s laws of motion and ruin the whole thing.”

you huffed a laugh. “well, now i kind of want you to say something about newton’s laws of motion while you’re inside me.”

soobin’s whole soul left his body.

you stepped closer, gently guiding his hand to your waist. “you’re not going to ruin anything. you’re adorable. you’re hot. and i want you.”

he blinked up at you like he couldn’t believe this was real. like any moment, he was going to wake up alone in his bed with a hard-on and the smell of his own hand lotion.

but it was real. you were straddling his lap now, and you could feel it — so thick, so hot, so big under his jeans, pressing between your legs like a damn secret weapon. you gasped a little as it shifted under you.

“…god,” you whispered.

“i’m—sorry?”

you leaned in close, lips just at his ear. “why didn’t you tell me you were big?”

“i—what?” he squeaked.

you rolled your hips slowly against it. “that’s not normal big. that’s fuck-me-up big.”

soobin whimpered. whimpered.

“i read online that size doesn’t correlate with pleasure,” he blurted, voice desperate. “but i—i can do angles! i’ve read about—about pressure points! i know about the anterior wall, and—and—”

you kissed him.

not just to shut him up. though that was part of it.

you kissed him because his lips were full and trembling and begging for it. because he deserved to feel something other than nerves buzzing through him. because no one had ever kissed him like he was worth losing control over, and fuck, he was.

soobin gasped against your mouth like it shorted his circuits. like he’d only ever imagined this behind closed doors, in the quiet dark, with his hand on his cock and your name on his tongue.

his hands finally settled on your hips. gentle. awkward. like he was afraid of squeezing too hard, like you’d shatter. you deepened the kiss, rocking into him a little more, grinding deliberately on that massive bulge straining against his jeans.

he groaned into your mouth.

“i—” soobin gasped, breaking the kiss, his lips already flushed and wet. “i need to—oh my god—i think i’m gonna come—”

you smiled, panting softly against his mouth. “not yet. you’re gonna come inside me.”

his head dropped back against the chair like he’d been electrocuted. just that. just the promise of being inside you. his hips twitched involuntarily and the moan that left him was so guttural it made your stomach clench.

you leaned in close, whispering right against his throat.

“i’m gonna ride you until your brain falls out of your ears, soobin.”

he whimpered again. actually whimpered. arms limp at his sides like he couldn’t figure out how to move his own body. you kissed his jaw, then the corner of his mouth, slow and sweet.

“but you need to give me a second. gotta get myself ready for this.”

“r-ready?”

you moved off his lap, grabbing your lube from the drawer like it was just another night. but it wasn’t.

soobin was still panting, hard as fuck in his jeans, eyes locked to you like you were pulling the sun out of the sky. you climbed up onto your bed, knees spread as you pushed down your sweats and underwear in one single movement, letting your bare skin meet the cold sheets.

you met his gaze as you slicked your fingers.

he made a broken sound in his chest.

you smirked. “watch.”

and fuck, he did.

he watched like he’d never seen anything before. wide eyes, mouth open, fists clenched on his thighs.

you brought your fingers to your entrance, slow, teasing the rim with gentle pressure. a soft sigh slipped from you as you eased in the first knuckle. the burn was familiar, the stretch routine — but the way soobin was staring like you’d just parted the gates of heaven?

that was new.

“s-should i be helping?” he whispered, breathless.

“just sit there,” you breathed, adding more lube. “and think about how lucky you are.”

soobin made a sound like a gasped prayer. “i’m the luckiest man alive.”

you snorted, pressing the second finger in.

“holy—fuck, that’s so—beautiful,” he whispered, voice wrecked. “you’re stretching yourself open for me—me—”

you moaned, rolling your hips just slightly against your fingers, and his breath hitched like he’d been punched.

“i don’t—i don’t think i can—” soobin choked, grabbing at himself over his jeans with an urgency that was almost painful. “i’m gonna—oh god, fuck, i’m gonna come—”

you looked over just in time to see him jerk violently in the chair, hips snapping once, jaw going slack as he came untouched in his pants — loud, like something sacred had been ripped out of him. he moaned your name like he needed it to stay alive, biting down on his fist to muffle it, his thighs trembling under him.

you couldn’t stop the slow smirk that curled on your lips.

“wow.”

“i—” he gasped, face flushed, hair a mess, glasses skewed on his nose. “i’m—i’m so sorry—i didn’t mean to, i just—”

“you came just from watching me prep?” you tilted your head, biting your lip. “that’s hot.”

he looked like he was suffering. “but i—i wanted to—inside—i didn’t mean to—”

“relax, baby,” you murmured, reaching for him again. “you’ve got more in you. right?”

soobin moaned just from the nickname. moaned. and when you knelt between his knees again and started undoing his jeans, he looked like he was about to cry from gratitude.

you tugged them down, and your breath caught.

“…holy shit.”

soobin’s cock flopped free, half-soft and already twitching to get hard again.

it was big. way too big. heavy and flushed and thick even while soft. thick enough that you weren’t sure how the hell you were going to take all of it, even after prepping.

“no way you were walking around campus with this monster between your legs,” you muttered, almost reverently. “no wonder you’re so awkward. you’ve been hiding a weapon.”

soobin flushed all the way down to his collarbones. “i—it’s not— is it bad?”

“bad? soobin, it’s a miracle i’m not on my knees worshipping it right now.”

“i—i wouldn’t mind— i mean—”

you shot him a look, and he let out a tiny squeak, abruptly silencing himself.

“lay down,” you said, voice low, eyes never leaving his cock. “on the bed. i need to ride this thing before i lose my mind.”

he moved like his limbs didn’t belong to him, clambering up onto your bed with shaky hands and eyes wide, like he didn’t believe any of this was real.

his cock bobbed up fully hard again, heavy against his stomach. your mouth actually watered.

you climbed over him, settling with your knees on either side of his hips, and reached between you to guide the tip to your entrance. just resting it there was enough to make you gasp. soobin was shaking.

“w-wait,” he stammered. “what if i hurt you?”

you leaned down, pressing a slow kiss to his lips. “you won’t. i want this. i want you.”

he moaned into the kiss, hands already grasping your hips like he couldn’t stop himself. you braced yourself, breathed deep, and started to sink down.

the stretch was unreal.

your mouth fell open, a strangled sound coming out as the blunt head of his cock pushed past your rim. the burn was immediate, intense. your body strained, trembling, trying to take him.

soobin was already gasping under you. “oh—fuck—you’re—you’re so—tight—are you okay?”

you nodded through gritted teeth. “y-yeah—just give me—fuck, soobin, you’re huge—”

“i’m sorry!”

“no—don’t you dare apologize.”

you forced yourself to breathe through it, relaxing bit by bit as you slid down inch by inch. his cock felt like it was punching up into your guts, thick and hot and impossible. you swore you could feel every vein, every twitch of his nerves through your walls.

soobin was losing his mind.

“y-you’re—taking me so well—how are you—god, you’re so perfect—you’re squeezing me so tight—i can’t—i can’t think—”

“you’re in so deep already—fuck, you’re ruining me—” you gasped, dropping lower with each word. “no one’s ever filled me like this—”

that set something off in him.

his grip on your hips tightened as he moaned, desperate and overwhelmed. “no one? no one’s ever—been this deep? you—you’re mine—mine—i’m the first to touch you like this?”

you were fully seated now, chest heaving, your walls fluttering around him, clenching hard as your body adjusted to the pressure. you leaned forward, palms flat on his chest, eyes fluttering.

“you’re fucking perfect,” you whispered. “so big, soobin, you’re stretching me open, you’re in my stomach—”

soobin let out a raw, high-pitched sound.

“i’m gonna die,” he whimpered. “i’m gonna die, and this is how i want to go—inside you—buried in you—”

you laughed breathlessly, rolling your hips experimentally. he arched off the bed, cock hitting something inside you that made your whole body spasm.

“oh—fuck—do that again,” you gasped.

“i—what did i do?—i need to do it again—i want to make you feel good—so good—”

you started to move, grinding slow and deep, dragging yourself up his length and then dropping down again, watching his jaw fall open, watching his whole face twist in pleasure.

“f-fuck—you’re so sensitive,” you moaned, bouncing slowly. “every little squeeze makes you whimper like a fucking virgin—”

“i am—” he gasped. “you’re my first—only— i never wanted anyone else—only you—”

god. his voice. the way he talked during sex — fast and nerdy and desperate, like he was rattling off theorems while losing his mind.

“i’m gonna make you feel so good,” he panted. “i know the angles—oh my god— i studied. watched videos—i read so many—so many forums. i wanted to be good for you—just for you—”

you moaned out loud, hips snapping faster, your cock bobbing untouched between you. the rhythm was too perfect. every time you came down, he bottomed out inside you, hitting so deep it felt like you were going to see stars.

“soobin,” you gasped. “you’re—fucking me so good—this is insane—you’re a goddamn natural—”

soobin whimpered so loud, like he’d just been told he won a nobel prize.

“i—i am?” he breathed.

“you’re splitting me open with this monster cock—fucking me so deep—you’re so good, soobin, fuck, you’re so good at this—”

“i love you,” he blurted.

you froze, breath caught in your throat, your thighs trembling around his hips, still so full of his cock you could feel it in your chest.

soobin’s face went pale like he’d just told a calculus joke in the wrong room. “i—i’m sorry! i didn’t mean to say it—i mean i did—but i wasn’t trying to pressure you or ruin this or make it weird, it just—came out—”

you grabbed his jaw with both hands, kissed him hard, and whispered against his lips :

“say it again while i come on your cock.”

he gasped like he couldn’t breathe. “i love you.”

you started to ride him again — so hard, so fast, now reckless — and the noise he made was somewhere between a sob and a scream.

“i love you,” he choked. “i love you, you’re so perfect, you’re—god, you feel so good—i wanna live in you—”

you moaned, grinding deep, his cock hitting your prostate so perfectly that your vision blurred.

“i’ve never—fuck—never felt this before,” you whimpered, bracing your hands on his chest. “you’re fucking ruining me, soobin—your cock is splitting me open—i can’t—”

soobin looked like he was about to cry. “y-you’re gonna make me cum again—please—please let me cum inside, i need to, i need to—”

you slammed down hard, clenching tight around him.

“do it—fill me up, soobin—wanna feel you spill inside me—wanna feel your cum drip out while you keep me full—”

he lost it.

with a sound like his entire soul ripped free of his body, soobin thrust up into you — so hard — hands locking around your waist, finally taking the rhythm for himself. and just like that, he was fucking you.

messy. desperate. and so, so deep.

“oh my god—” you cried out, body jolting with every sharp thrust. “soobin—fuck—what are you—”

“i’m sorry—i have to—i have to—” he gasped, voice breaking. “you feel so good—i can’t hold back—you’re letting me inside—i can’t stop—”

the dorm room filled with the sound of your bodies meeting — slick, obscene, overwhelming — the wet slap of skin on skin as he drove into you with trembling strength. he wasn’t graceful, wasn’t practiced either, but somehow it didn’t matter. he hit every spot. every time. like he’d mapped your body in his dreams.

his eyes were locked on your face, glasses still somehow halfway on, slipping down his nose with every thrust. you couldn’t look away. he looked like something primal had taken over — lips parted, cheeks flushed, pupils blown wide with need.

and the things he was saying—

“you’re so tight, i can feel you everywhere, every inch—i want to memorize this—i want to study you—i want to write theses about how perfect your body feels—”

you were shaking. open and gone.

your legs were jelly around him now, your arms shaking too much to hold you up. soobin noticed, and with a sudden strength you didn’t expect, he grabbed you around the waist and flipped you, pressing you down to the mattress and staying buried inside you with one deep, dizzying thrust.

you gasped, arching under him.

“soobin—!”

“i’m sorry,” he whispered, hovering above you, looking destroyed. “i—i need to stay inside. just for a little—just a little longer—i can’t let go yet—”

“then don’t,” you begged. “stay inside. fuck me, soobin—fuck me harder—”

and damn, he did.

he snapped his hips into you, relentless now, cock stretching you to the limit, his voice unraveling right in your ear as he chased the edge.

“i love you—i love you so much—i’ve loved you since the first lecture—i used to touch myself thinking about this—you—i didn’t even know what to do with my hands, i just knew i wanted you—”

your hand slid between your legs, desperate, stroking your own cock as he pounded you, your body singing from the inside out.

“don’t stop—don’t you dare stop—soobin, i’m gonna—fuck, i’m gonna—”

“come,” he gasped. “please, please come—want you to cum on my cock, want you to milk it—make me fill you—make me stay inside forever—”

and you did.

your whole body convulsed, cock pulsing in your hand, white-hot release spilling across your stomach and chest as your walls clenched down tight around him. you sobbed his name, legs shaking violently as you came harder than you had in years.

that was all it took.

soobin’s hands gripped your hips so tight you knew you’d bruise later. he slammed in once, twice, and then he was spilling inside you with a loud scream, cock throbbing so deep, filling you with so much cum you could feel it leaking already.

“i’m cumming—i’m cumming—i’m inside you—fuck, i love you—i love you i love you—”

soobin didn’t pull out.

he didn’t even move. he collapsed on top of you, trembling, still buried to the hilt, still moaning under his breath like he didn’t want it to end.

you lay there together — shaking, sweaty, breathless — and felt him press one soft, desperate kiss to your throat.

“can we…” he mumbled, voice small. “can we stay like this? just for a little while?”

you smiled, completely fucked out, one hand sliding into his damp hair.

“baby,” you whispered. “you can stay inside me as long as you want.”

soobin made a small, crushed noise against your throat. something between a whimper and a sigh of absolute, stupid bliss.

you could feel his cock twitch one last time inside you, still half-hard, still locked so deep it made your legs twitch again just from the memory. he didn’t move — he wouldn’t move. you’d melted into the mattress beneath him, boneless, body sticky with sweat and cum and love.

“…you okay?” you asked softly, fingers brushing through the damp hair at the back of his neck.

he nodded against your skin, barely moving. then a soft, muffled : “i can’t believe that happened.”

you laughed, shaky and hoarse. “you mean the part where you absolutely destroyed me?”

soobin groaned in embarrassment, shifting just slightly. his cock moved inside you and both of you gasped at the hypersensitivity. he stopped immediately, whimpering.

“i’m sorry—i don’t want to hurt you, i just— i don’t know what to do now. i—uh—do we need to clean up? should i get you water? or—wait, should i get a towel? are you cramping? oh my god, i think i’m still hard—”

“soobin,” you whispered, smile tugging at your lips until it almost hurt. “breathe.”

he paused, blinking down at you like a deer caught in your bedroom lamp.

you cupped his flushed cheek. “you did so good. i’m not dying. i’m just… full. of you. in every way.”

soobin’s eyes got glassy again.

“i made you feel good?”

“baby,” you whispered, pulling him down so your foreheads touched. “that was the best fuck of my life.”

he made a broken, overwhelmed sound and kissed you. messy, still desperate, but sweet. the kind of kiss that tasted like someone who couldn’t believe they were allowed to love you like this.

eventually, he softened inside you with a small whine and pulled out carefully. you hissed from the sensitivity, but he was so gentle — like you were glass.

he tried to get up to clean you, but you yanked him back by the wrist.

“later. just lie down with me.”

he slid in beside you, glasses crooked and slipping down his nose, wrapping those long arms around you like he didn’t ever want to let go. you curled against his chest, still sticky and sweaty, and neither of you cared.

soobin was quiet for a while. then :

“i didn’t even know it could feel like that,” he whispered. “i thought—i was scared i wouldn’t be good at it. that i’d mess it up. but you just…”

you kissed the center of his chest.

“i felt safe. and wanted. and i wanted you,” he said, voice cracking at the edges. “i’ve wanted you since forever. i just never thought i’d get to have this. to have you.”

you pressed your face into his collarbone, eyes fluttering closed.

“you have me now,” you murmured. “all of me, soobin.”

he held you tighter.

“…are you okay? like, physically?” he added in a panicked whisper after a beat. “i came a lot. like, a lot—”

you laughed so hard you wheezed. “soobin.”

“sorry! i just—i don’t want to give you, like, some weird cum-induced stomach cramp—”

“i am gloriously ruined,” you said, shifting closer. “and if you apologize for doing too good of a job one more time, i’m gonna make you fuck me again.”

soobin blushed deep red.

“…noted.”

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Caught Between Them

pairings: top!jaehyun and sion x bttm!mreader

genre: smut

t.w.: threesome, double penetration, reader riding sion, masturbation

a.n. : anon requested, this is unholy

You never meant to get caught between them.

Not Jaehyun with his slow, possessive touches and velvet voice. Not Sion with that puppy-eyed obsession and the way his control snapped the moment you so much as whimpered.

But now you were here—on your hands and knees, body stretched and aching between two men who touched you like you were made for them.

Jaehyun sat in front of you on the bed, his thighs spread wide, cock heavy in his hand as he guided it toward your lips. His other hand cradled your jaw, thumb rubbing soothingly over your cheek. Behind you, Sion was already buried inside—his hips flush against your ass, his breath ragged and uneven as he fought the urge to pound into you.

“That’s it,” Jaehyun murmured, easing his tip past your lips. “Good boy. Look at you, baby... drooling already.”

You moaned helplessly, the vibration of your throat making Jaehyun hiss. Your body jolted slightly as Sion rolled his hips forward again, deeper this time, his fingers bruising your waist.

“H-Hyung,” Sion whined. “He’s so tight. He keeps sucking me back in like he doesn’t want me to stop.”

Jaehyun let out a soft chuckle, cool and dark. “He doesn’t. He loves being full. Don’t you, baby?”

You tried to nod, tried to answer, but Jaehyun pressed in deeper, and your throat fluttered around him, gagging just a little as you adjusted.

“Shh,” he cooed, brushing back your sweat-damp hair. “Breathe through your nose. That’s it. Such a pretty mouth.”

Behind you, Sion started to move. He was rougher now, less patient. He gripped your hips like he was afraid you’d slip away, like he needed to carve himself into your body to prove something.

“I wanted to wait,” he gasped. “But you make me crazy, hyung. I can’t hold back.”

The stretch was overwhelming—Jaehyun in your throat, Sion buried in your ass, both of them moving now, slowly, deliberately, fucking into you from either end. You were dizzy, tears clinging to your lashes as your body trembled from the heat of them.

“You're doing so well,” Jaehyun praised. “Taking us both like this. You were made to be fucked, weren’t you, sweetheart?”

Sion moaned behind you, thrusting harder. “He keeps clenching. Hyung, he’s gonna make me cum—”

Jaehyun pulled back slightly, letting you gasp. “Don’t you dare cum yet.”

“I-I can’t help it!”

“Then edge yourself,” Jaehyun ordered, voice sharp. “He deserves to be ruined properly. We’re not done until he cries.”

You whined loudly at that, because you were already close. Every brush of Jaehyun’s cock on your tongue, every brutal roll of Sion’s hips made your mind fuzzier. Your cock hung untouched and leaking, the pressure unbearable.

Jaehyun grabbed your face, pressing your cheeks together as he stared down at you. “You love this, don’t you?” he growled. “You love being our toy.”

Sion leaned over your back, panting against your ear. “Say it. Say you want us to break you.”

“I-I want it,” you sobbed, “Please, please fuck me stupid, I can’t—I need you both—please!”

That broke them.

Jaehyun shoved himself deeper into your mouth, hips moving now, controlled but rough. Sion’s rhythm turned feral, hips slamming against your ass, the sound of skin on skin filling the room with wet, filthy echoes.

You felt yourself unraveling.

Jaehyun spilled down your throat first, groaning, voice strained. He held you there, made you swallow every drop.

Sion wasn’t far behind. With a strangled moan, he buried himself one last time and came hard, shaking, filling you so deep you could feel it drip.

You collapsed onto the sheets, boneless, ruined.

But they didn’t leave you.

Sion curled around your back, gently kissing your shoulder. Jaehyun wiped your mouth clean with a warm towel, his fingers soft now as he stroked your hair.

“You were perfect,” Jaehyun whispered. “So good for us.”

“I love you, hyung,” Sion mumbled sleepily, arms wrapping around you like he couldn’t stand the idea of letting go.

But just when you thought you could rest, Jaehyun leaned back against the headboard, cock already hard again, a dangerous glint in his eye.

“Go ride him,” he said to you, voice low. “Ride Sion for me. Let me watch you fall apart.”

You blinked at him, dazed, and Sion gently eased you into his lap. He was still hard, still needy, and he helped you guide his cock back inside your overstretched hole. The burn made you gasp, but the fullness—the pressure—made your head spin.

Jaehyun sat back, lazily stroking himself with practiced rhythm, his eyes never leaving you.

“Look at you,” he whispered, thumb dragging over his slit. “Already cockdrunk and still wanting more.”

You began to move, hips slow and shaky at first as you adjusted. Your thighs trembled as you rose and dropped back down, Sion groaning under you, his hands gripping your hips like he might fall apart.

“That’s it,” Jaehyun murmured, voice reverent. “Bounce for me. Fuck yourself open on him. You look so pretty when you ride.”

Your moans grew louder, the stretch overwhelming but addicting. Each bounce sent sparks through your core, the wet squelch of your hole swallowing Sion echoing between the gasps and curses.

Sion tried to thrust up into you, but Jaehyun raised a hand.

“No. Let him do the work. I want to see him beg for it.”

So Sion stayed still, trembling as you ground down on him, twisting your hips, milking him slowly.

Jaehyun’s eyes were heavy-lidded, mouth parted as he stroked himself faster, pre-cum pooling in his palm.

“Keep going,” he urged. “I’m close. Fuck—you’re better than any porn I’ve ever seen.”

You whimpered, thighs shaking, as your body clenched tight again. You were close. So close.

“Cum,” Jaehyun ordered, voice firm, possessive. “Show me what it looks like when Sion fucks the cum out of you.”

Your back arched, vision white. You cried out as you came untouched, body convulsing from the force of it. Sion finally broke, hips snapping up once, twice, before he groaned and spilled inside you for the second time.

Jaehyun came last, with a low moan and a shudder, thick ropes of white spilling across his abs, his gaze never leaving your ruined form.

You collapsed against Sion’s chest, heart racing, breath gone.

And Jaehyun’s voice was soft now. “Next time, you’re riding me. And he’ll watch you scream.”

You nodded, already too far gone to answer. Already aching for more.

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who knew your roommate had a genius mind and a mind-blowing dick?

❛ content 4.5k words, 18+ [ MDNI! ], explicit sexual content, power bottom! male reader, big dick virgin! jake, nerdy dirty talk, pathetic nerd! jake, unprotected sex (p in a), fingering, blowjob (jake receiving), praise kink, multiple orgasms, oral fixation, size kink, jake talks a looot during it, begging, crying, creampie, overstimulation, aftercare.

your roommate is a mess.

a tall, broad-shouldered, bespectacled mess who tries so hard not to stare when you walk out of the shower with just a towel slung around your waist.

jake is in his usual corner — completely hunched over his desk, noise-canceling headphones pushed back, hoodie sleeves rolled up to the elbows as he types frantically on his laptop. glasses fogged slightly. cheeks red. you pretend not to notice how quickly he snaps his gaze back to the screen when he sees you.

but you do notice. you always do.

he’s been like this since the start of the semester. nerdy. awkward. painfully polite. so uptight you could probably bounce a coin off his clenched ass if you tried. he’s got this huge brain, top of every single class, straight-laced lab ta vibes… and zero experience with actual people. especially not when it comes to you.

and jake is obsessed with you. not in a creepy way. well, not really. but it’s there — the way his breath catches when your hands brush, how his gaze lingers on your mouth when you laugh, how he gets impossibly quiet whenever you’re shirtless. you could tease him about it. maybe you should’ve. but the thing is… it’s cute.

actually, he is cute.

even now, typing some ungodly long report, he’s chewing the inside of his cheek, one foot tapping nervously. his sweatpants are pulled tight over thick thighs, and the outline of his cock — long, half-hard, resting toward his left leg — is dangerously obvious. jake doesn’t even notice. or maybe he does.

you cross the room slowly, towel still low on your hips, hair damp, skin warm from the steam of the shower. jake stiffens when you approach, pretending to still focus on whatever he was doing on his laptop.

“hey, jakey,” you say, leaning over his chair just enough to let your voice graze his ear. “whatcha working on?”

jake visibly shivers.

he turns slightly, eyes wide behind thick glasses.

“o-oh. just a—uh—coding lab. neural network simulation. i’m, um, adjusting the weight—of—” his voice catches when your fingers brush his shoulder. “—of the bias layers to fit the parameters.”

you blink, then grin.

“i have no idea what any of that means.”

jake lets out a nervous laugh, way too quick and too high to hide his tension.

“y-yeah, i figured…”

he looks up at you. his lips part, like he wants to say something else. you watch his throat bob as he swallows.

you tilt your head, your smile softening. “you good?”

jake’s eyes drop to your chest, then quickly dips lower before snapping back to your face.

“yeah. i mean. y-yeah. totally good. fine. great.”

you raise a brow.

“you sure?” you lean in a little more. you can literally feel the heat coming off his face. “you’ve been acting kinda weird lately.”

jake bites his lip. then, all at once, he blurts it out.

“i think about you when i—when i touch myself.”

the silence in the room stretches for a second too long.

his eyes go round. “shit. i didn’t—i wasn’t—i didn’t mean to say that. forget it. forget i said anything, oh my god—”

but your hand closes gently over his shoulder, grounding him. your voice is low, even. “jake.”

he won’t look at you.

“jake,” you say again, firmer. “look at me.”

he does — slowly. his cheeks are blazing, lips trembling a little, but his eyes finally meet yours. and fuck. he looks so vulnerable. so desperate. so hot.

you step between his legs, and his breath hitches. jake sits completely still, as if paralyzed. you run a hand through your damp hair, then let the towel slip an inch lower, just to see what he’ll do.

jake’s pupils are blown wide.

“you think about me?” you ask. “when you’re alone?”

his voice is barely audible. “all the time.”

“yeah?” you glance down, and sure enough, the bulge in his sweatpants is fully hard now, pushing up toward his waistband. “you do more than think, huh?”

jake’s breath comes quick. “i—i’ve never…”

that makes you pause. “never?”

“i’m a virgin,” he says, voice cracking. “i’ve never done anything with anyone. i j-just… i always wanted it to be you. i know that sounds s-stupid—fuck—it’s so stupid—”

“it’s not stupid.”

he blinks. “it’s not?”

you lean down, whisper close to his ear. “no, jake. it’s so fucking hot.”

the sound he makes is somewhere between a gasp and a whimper. his hands curl into the sides of his chair, knuckles white. you place a hand on his knee and feel how tense he is — trembling, barely keeping it together.

“i’ve wanted to do this for a while,” you murmur. “but i didn’t want to push. didn’t know if you could handle it.”

jake lets out a shaky laugh. “i-i don’t think i can. i think i might cum if you just keep talking.”

you smirk. “that’s kinda the point.”

you slowly kneel between his legs, eyes locked on his, and rest your palms on his thighs. the heat coming off him is absolutely insane. his breath is ragged, chest rising and falling in shallow bursts.

“can i?” you ask, voice soft but deliberate. “touch you?”

jake nods so fast it’s almost funny.

“please. please touch me.”

you reach for the waistband of his sweatpants with deliberate slowness. he lifts his hips obediently, eager, desperate. and when you pull them down…

holy fucking hell.

he’s big. like, obscenely big. so long, so thick, so veiny, flushed red at the tip and already leaking.

no wonder he’s been so pent up. that thing must be a curse and a blessing all in one. and the way he looks down at you with his eyes wide open, lips parted, hair a little messy — it’s like he’s waiting for a miracle.

“oh my god, jake,” you mutter, wrapping your hand around the base. he shudders. “how do you even walk around with this thing?”

jake groans, head falling back slightly. “d-don’t—don’t say stuff like that.”

you stroke once, slowly, and jake’s hips jerk. his hands fly to grip the arms of his chair, and his mouth falls open with the prettiest little moan.

“f-fuck—your hand feels so good—oh my god—”

you lean in, licking a stripe from base to tip. his entire body jerks.

“gonna show you what it really feels like,” you murmur, voice low, just before your lips close around the head.

jake completely loses it.

“f-fuck—oh my god—”

the moan that rips out of him is completely unfiltered, like it tears straight from his chest. his hips try to buck up into your mouth, but your hands are already gripping his thighs, holding him down. his cock twitches against your tongue — thick, pulsing, leaking steadily.

you take him deeper, inch by inch, but there’s no way you’re fitting all of it. he’s just too big. your jaw is already straining, lips stretched wide around him, and you’ve barely taken half before your throat tightens.

jake looks down, panicked, breathless.

“wait—shit—are you okay? d-does it hurt? i didn’t mean—fuck—you don’t have to—”

you pull off just long enough to pant, “jake. shut up.”

and you swallow him again. just as much as you can take.

the sounds coming out of him are filthy — desperate little whimpers and stuttered gasps. one of his hands leaves the armrest and shakily touches your hair, like he’s afraid to grip too hard. you glance up, and the look on his face is wrecked — glasses slipping down, mouth open, pupils blown wide with awe.

“holy shit—you look so good—fuck, you’re perfect—your mouth is so warm—i c-can’t believe this is happening—”

you hum around him, and the vibration makes his thighs jerk under your hands. you start to stroke what your mouth can’t reach, twisting your wrist just right, and he chokes on another moan.

“you’re gonna kill me,” he babbles, voice cracking. “i’m—i’m so serious, i’ve imagined this so many times, but this is—this is better—s-so much better—fuck, your lips—your tongue—”

you swirl your tongue around the head again, tasting the salty smear of pre-cum. he’s leaking like crazy now, and you swallow greedily, giving him soft, wet, messy kisses along the underside.

“i’m not gonna last,” he gasps. “i’m—i can’t—i’m sorry—i c-can’t—”

his voice is pitched high, barely hanging on. you glance up again, letting saliva drip down your chin, and damn, he’s so close. his abs are trembling, cock twitching against your tongue, flushed all the way to his ears. you want to break him. you want to watch him fall apart.

you tighten your grip, suck hard around the head, and murmur, “do it. cum for me, jake.”

he makes a choked sound — somewhere between a sob and a scream — and then he’s spilling into your mouth with a full-body shudder.

“f-fuck—oh god—i’m cumming—i’m—fuck—”

it’s so much. hot, thick spurts fill your mouth before you can even register it. you moan around him, swallowing everything he gives you, and jake completely falls apart — trembling, panting, babbling nonsense.

“oh my god—you swallowed—you’re swallowing—fuck—i didn’t mean—i didn’t even warn you—i—”

you pull off with a wet pop, wipe your mouth with the back of your hand, then look him right in the eyes as you swallow the last of it. his pupils dilate like he’s never seen anything sexier in his life.

“i can’t believe you just did that,” he murmur, completely shell-shocked. “you’re insane. you’re—oh my god.”

you lean up, straddling his lap before he can fully catch his breath. his dick twitches against your stomach, still half-hard despite just blowing his load.

“you okay?” you ask, brushing sweaty strands from his forehead.

jake nods, lips parted. “y-yeah. i mean—no. i think i’m dead. this is heaven, right?”

you just grin and answer with a kiss.

it’s filthy.

his lips are hot and soft, pliant under yours. you press in, firm and hungry, and jake kisses back like he’s starving. his hands finally grip your waist, fingers trembling, and he moans into your mouth — low and needy.

he can taste himself on your tongue. you know he can. his whole body stiffens, but he doesn’t pull away. no — if anything, he kisses you deeper, hungrier, desperate to keep feeling you, to stay in this moment.

you roll your hips against him gently, and he whines into your mouth.

“you taste so good,” you whisper against his lips. “so fucking good, jake.”

“i-i don’t deserve this,” he breathes. “you’re unreal. you’re like a—a dream. like a fantasy i made up in a lab. fuck. fuck. i—i wanna touch you. i wanna worship you—please, let me—”

you kiss him again, slower this time. letting him feel the weight of it. letting him breathe you in.

“you can,” you murmur. “you will. but not all at once.”

jake nods, dazed, lips kiss-swollen.

“y-yeah. i—i wanna make you feel good too. let me. please. i wanna—i wanna put my mouth on you. i wanna taste you like you tasted me. i’ll do anything—”

you chuckle softly, stroking his cheek. “we’ve got time. just relax. you’re not done yet.”

jake’s eyes go wide.

“oh,” he says faintly.

you glance down at his cock, already hardening again.

“yeah,” you say with a smirk. “oh.”

jake blinks up at you like you’ve rewritten the laws of physics in front of him. “i didn’t even know i could—fuck—how am i already hard again?”

you smirk, grinding down just enough to feel the heat of him against you. “maybe your stupidly huge cock has a mind of its own.”

he lets out a whine. an actual, honest-to-god whine.

“i—i want to be inside you,” he stammers, voice high and shaky. “i mean—only if you want that—i’ve never—i don’t know what i’m doing—but i want it. so bad. please.”

the desperation in his voice makes your chest throb.

you lean down, pressing your forehead to his. “i want it too. i want you, jake.”

he lets out a breathless little sound, like his brain short-circuited. “oh my god.”

you kiss him, slow and deep. then you’re standing up, tugging off your towel and walking backward toward the bed — eyes locked on his. he follows like he’s in a trance, sweatpants hanging low, hard cock bobbing heavy between his legs. he looks huge. almost too huge.

you crawl onto the bed, spreading your legs, resting back on your elbows.

jake stops at the edge of the mattress, frozen. his glasses are sliding down again, and he doesn’t even fix them.

“holy shit,” he whispers, staring. “you’re so perfect.”

you raise an eyebrow. “come here, jake.”

he climbs onto the bed — awkwardly at first, like he’s not sure where to put his hands — but when you guide him between your legs and pull him into another kiss, he melts instantly. moaning into your mouth, hips jerking forward just enough to make your breath hitch.

you reach between you, wrap a hand around his cock again, and fuck — he’s harder than before.

“you’re still gonna fit?” he asks breathlessly, as you swipe your thumb over the tip, smearing the pre-cum.

you grin. “you’re gonna make it fit.”

jake shudders.

“we need lube,” he blurts, suddenly panicked. “oh god—i didn’t think—we can’t do this dry—i-i’m not gonna hurt you, i swear—”

you reach into the drawer beside the bed and toss him a bottle. “chill. i’ve done this before, remember?”

jake’s hands shake as he uncaps the bottle. “i’ve read about prep. like—i studied diagrams. online. but i’ve never actually—fuck, i’m so nervous—”

“jake,” you cut in gently, grabbing his wrist. “it’s okay. i’ll talk you through it.”

his eyes soften. “you’re so calm. so fucking sexy. you don’t even understand what you’re doing to me—”

“you’re literally about to fuck me,” you laugh. “so yeah, i think i do.”

he blushes hard, but doesn’t argue.

you spread your legs wider, curling your knees up a bit, and nod toward the bottle in his hand.

“fingers first. two to start.”

jake gulps. “y-yes. okay. got it.”

he slicks his fingers with more than enough lube, then settles between your legs again, eyes flicking between your face and your hole like he’s trying to memorize the physics of it.

you exhale slowly. “go on.”

the first touch is tentative — barely there, almost sacred. then one thick, slightly shaky finger pushes in, and the sound jake makes is not normal. it’s like his entire soul just left his body.

“you’re so tight,” he breathes. “warm—oh my god—you’re gripping me so hard already.”

“you’ve barely even started,” you whisper, lip caught between your teeth. “keep going.”

he nods furiously, slips another finger in, and starts working you open in slow, steady strokes. every movement is careful but needy — like he’s caught between worship and instinct. his glasses fog up again, and he doesn’t care.

“feels so good,” you murmur. “you’re doing perfect.”

jake groans. “i can’t believe this. your body—your sounds—i don’t know how i’m supposed to—function—”

you chuckle, then moan softly when his fingers curl just right. “you’re doing so good, jake.”

that literally ruins him.

“you can’t—say things like that,” he pants, lips brushing your jaw. “i’ll cum again just from hearing you say my name—fuck. i’m already—i need you.”

he pulls his fingers out slowly, lubes up his cock with a trembling hand, and lines himself up. the head of it is flushed dark, slick, huge, nudging against your hole.

you both go still.

“this might stretch,” you murmur, gripping the back of his neck, voice low and steady. “but i want it. i want you.”

jake’s eyes are locked on yours. “tell me if i go too fast.”

“just go slow. let me take you.”

he starts to push in.

the stretch is immediate. that wide head presses past your rim, thick and insistent, and your whole body tenses from the burn.

“f-fuck,” you groan slightly, head falling back. “god, you’re so big—jake—”

jake moans like he’s being electrocuted.

“you sound so hot. holy fuck—you’re taking me—you’re really—oh my god.”

he keeps pushing in, inch by inch, his jaw slack with awe.

“you feel—insane. so warm. so tight. you’re pulling me in like you were made just for me—”

your eyes flutter, breath catching with every slow, measured thrust deeper. “fuck. jake—feels so good—stretching me so wide—”

jake’s hips are trembling, his whole body braced as he finally bottoms out. fully inside you. deep and full.

you both stop.

“are you okay?” he whispers, staring at your face like you’re holy.

you nod, voice raw. “yeah. god, jake. you’re so big.”

jake lets out the prettiest, most pathetic moan you’ve ever heard — soft and high, like he’s trying not to cry from how overwhelmed he is.

“you look so good like this,” he pants. “you’re swallowing me—your hole is literally—fuck—i’m never gonna forget this. never.”

he pulls out halfway, then pushes back in slow. you gasp, nails dragging down his back. the friction, the pressure — it’s just so perfect.

and jake is completely gone.

“can’t believe i’m fucking you,” he babbles. “you’re so tight—so hot—i can feel your heartbeat around my cock—fuck. you’re clenching every time i talk—are you into this? are you into my voice? am i really doing it for you?”

“you’re doing so good,” you groan. “fucking me like it’s the only thing you’ve ever known—keep going—jake.”

he starts to thrust faster — not pounding, but with a rhythm that’s shockingly good for a first timer. deep, grinding, hitting the spot just right. your back arches, jaw dropping, and jake loses it.

“that sound—fuck, that sound you just made—do it again. please. please make that noise again—”

he buries his face against your neck, hips snapping harder now, cock dragging perfectly over your prostate with every stroke.

“your body’s unreal. you’re taking me so fucking well. you’re my dream. i could fuck you forever—oh my god—please let me.”

you kiss him, hard and open-mouthed, moaning into him as your legs lock around his waist and you grind up to meet his every thrust.

“harder,” you pant.

jake lets out a whimper — a genuine, needy sound — and does exactly what you ask.

he snaps his hips forward with a new kind of rhythm — rougher, deeper, completely fucking unhinged. his glasses are fogged, sliding halfway off his face, sweat clinging to his neck. he braces one hand next to your head, the other gripping your thigh as he drives into you like he’s trying to live inside your body.

“f-fuck, you feel so good,” jake pants, voice thin and wrecked. “taking me so well—how are you taking all of me—you’re fucking perfect—”

each thrust hits deep. you can feel the ridge of his cock drag over your prostate again and again, making your legs twitch uncontrollably around his waist.

and you can’t even talk. you can just moan — messy, choked sounds — and the second you do, jake nearly folds in half on top of you.

“those sounds—those fucking sounds,” he whines. “i c-can’t—i’m obsessed with them—please don’t stop—please keep making them—”

you claw at his back, eyes rolling, mouth open. “you’re so deep, jake—fuck—you’re splitting me open—”

he shudders. “say my name again. please. i’ll do anything. just—please—”

“jake,” you gasp. “jake, please, i’m gonna—fuck, i’m gonna cum—”

jake’s thrusts stutter.

“inside,” he begs suddenly, voice cracking, desperate. “let me—please, please let me cum inside—i need it—i need it, oh my god—please, you feel so good—i wanna fill you up—i’ll be good—i’ll be so good—please—”

you nod, barely able to speak. “do it—do it, cum inside me, jake—”

that’s all he needed.

with a broken moan, jake buries himself deep and cums, cock pulsing violently as he unloads inside you. the first spurt is hot and thick — then the second, and third — so much, it leaks out around him almost instantly.

your orgasm crashes into you a heartbeat later — explosive, blinding — you clamp around him and scream, your whole body shaking as you cum, crying out his name like it’s the only word you know.

“fuck—” jake cries, voice warping with the force of it. “you’re squeezing me—oh god—i can feel you—i felt your orgasm—you’re so fucking beautiful—holy shit—”

you’re both panting, soaked in sweat, bodies locked together. but jake doesn’t stop.

he keeps moving inside you with slow, shallow thrusts, overstimulated but helpless, still so hard inside you. his cock twitches again and again with every movement.

“i’m sorry—i can’t stop—i don’t wanna stop—you’re just—fuck, you’re milking me—i want to stay inside you forever—please—”

you’re crying. literally crying. you don’t even realize until jake kisses your cheek and tastes the salt.

“oh my god,” he whispers, pulling back just enough to look at you. his voice is all tremble and panic. “did i hurt you? are you okay? shit—shit, did i—”

“no,” you breathe, shaking, eyes still fluttering. “i’m okay. i’m just—jake—it was too good—fuck—”

jake cups your face, fingers trembling. “you cried from pleasure? holy fuck. that was me? i did that to you?”

you nod, half-laughing, half-gasping. “yeah. you did.”

and he kisses you again — slow, reverent, lips trembling against yours as his cock finally starts to soften inside you. you’re still stretched, still full of him, his cum dripping from between your cheeks. but you don’t want him to move. no, not yet.

jake’s arms wrap around you, his whole body shaking with adrenaline.

“i love you,” he whispers before he can stop himself. “i mean—i know that’s insane—but i—i literally love everything about you—i think i’ve loved you for a while—i just—fuck—fuck.”

you kiss his jaw gently, even as your body trembles beneath his. “we’ll talk. in a minute. just… stay. stay in me a little longer.”

jake nods softly, voice small and wrecked. “okay. yeah. i can do that.”

he buries his face in your neck, still breathing like he just ran a marathon, still inside you, still holding you like you’re the most fragile, precious thing he’s ever touched.

he doesn’t move for a while. just breathes — deep, shaky, warm against your skin. you’re trembling a little underneath him, your muscles twitching from the overstimulation, the stretch, the sheer intensity of it all. you can still feel him inside you — not just the heat of his body, but the fullness, the weight, the mess.

jake finally lifts his head just enough to see your face. his glasses are still crooked. his hair’s a complete wreck. and his expression is the most adorably panicked thing you’ve ever seen.

“oh my god,” he says in a hushed, horrified voice. “i broke you.”

you blink at him, dazed. “what?”

he sits up a little, still buried inside, and gestures at your whole body. “you’re shaking. like—full-body tremors. that’s not normal, right? did i damage your spine? are you having a seizure? oh god, did i hit something important?”

you start laughing — weak, breathless, but real.

“jake.”

“what?!” his voice is rising. “you’re literally crying two minutes ago and now you’re vibrating like a haunted vending machine—that’s not okay!”

you reach up and tug him down by the collar.

“jake. babe. i’m fine.”

he blinks hard. “you’re… sure? because i swear to god, i’ll study anatomy until i pass out—i’ll get a certification, i’ll call a nurse hotline—”

you kiss his chin. “you just fucked me senseless. i think i’m allowed to tremble a little.”

he blushes all the way down his chest. “oh. right. that.”

then he looks down, suddenly remembering he’s still inside you, and his entire face combusts.

“oh my god i’m still in you.”

“yeah,” you murmur, lips curving. “kinda like it, actually.”

jake stares at you with wide, stunned eyes. “you’re teasing me. after what i just did to you?”

you grin. “especially after what you just did to me.”

he makes a strangled sound, then slowly — carefully — pulls out. you both groan, the sensation too much, too raw, and the moment he slips free, the mess starts dripping down your thighs and onto the sheets.

jake gapes. “oh. my. god.”

you raise an eyebrow. “wanna grab a towel, professor?”

“i think we need six towels. maybe even a mop. possibly a hazmat suit—”

he scrambles out of bed — pantsless, still a little dazed — and returns with a warm, wet cloth. he kneels between your legs and gently starts cleaning you up with a level of concentration usually reserved for defusing bombs.

“you’re being very… precise,” you tease.

“i’m documenting,” he mutters. “i mean—not in a weird way—just mentally. so i never forget how perfect your body is. ever.”

you snort. “you’re such a nerd.”

jake pauses. “but i’m your nerd, right?”

you look at him — jake is completely flushed, sweaty, wiping your inner thighs with shaking hands — and feel your chest squeeze.

“yeah,” you say softly. “you are.”

he exhales shakily, like that meant more to him than the sex. “okay. good. cool. i’m gonna pass out.”

you laugh as he finishes cleaning you, tosses the towel somewhere vaguely off the bed, and crawls back in beside you. you expect him to just collapse, but instead, he pulls you close, wraps both arms around your waist, and starts kissing every inch of your body within reach.

your collarbones. your chest. your jaw. even your shoulder blade, like he just wants his mouth on your skin, somewhere.

“i really love you,” he murmurs between kisses. “i know i said that too soon. and weirdly. and i literally begged to cum inside you while saying it, which is, like… not ideal timing. but i mean it. i’ve never wanted anyone the way i want you.”

you’re quiet for a second, fingertips tracing the curve of his back. finally, “i love you too.”

jake freezes. then pulls back to look you in the eyes, stunned.

“you do?”

you nod. “kinda been driving myself insane wanting you. watching you walk around in those stupid cardigans and jeans and glasses like you’re not the hottest loser i’ve ever seen.”

jake’s face goes red. he buries his head in your chest immediately. “shut up. you’re lying.”

you kiss the top of his head. “i’m not.”

he’s quiet for a second. then, muffled against your chest :

“so… does this mean we’re boyfriends now?”

“do you want to be?”

jake looks up. eyes wide. lips pink and swollen.

“i’ve wanted to be since week one of living with you.”

you grin. “then yeah. we are.”

jake beams. “best. experiment. ever.”

you both dissolve into laughter, tangled in each other, exhausted and blissed out.

[fuzzbae]

full of you [ jeong jaehyun ]

you somehow end up cockwarming in your best friend’s lap by the end of the night.

❛ content 2.5k words, 18+ [ MDNI! ], explicit sexual content, bottom! male reader, cockwarming, so much praise, lots of pet names, jaehyun being completely gone for reader, sligh fingering (prep), fluff, lots of kisses.

( part one )

you hadn’t planned on staying the night.

it was just supposed to be dinner. maybe a movie. a casual tuesday night the same way it had always been — except 'casual' hadn’t meant the same thing in weeks. not since that kiss. not since everything shifted without either of you really acknowledging it, like the ground had quietly changed beneath your feet and you both just agreed not to panic about it.

now jaehyun kissed you often.

on your mouth, your cheek, your shoulder when you were brushing your teeth. he didn’t ask anymore. and, honestly, he didn’t need to.

you were already his — and he was yours — in every wordless way that mattered.

so when his fingers had curled around yours after dinner, tugging you gently into his bedroom without saying a word, you didn’t question it. you never could, not when he looked at you like that : soft and full of something you didn’t quite have a name for, but felt deep in your bones.

he sat on the edge of the bed while you stood between his knees, your thighs brushing the outsides of his, his hands exploring in slow, patient movements — under your shirt, across your waist, thumbs skimming the waistband of your sweats like he was drawing a map of you in his mind.

jaehyun didn’t rush. he never rushed. not with you.

you leaned down and kissed him — not deep, not eager, just slow. mouths barely parting. it was the kind of kiss that just felt like breathing, like leaning into warmth. you felt the subtle flex of his fingers on your hips, the way he exhaled softly through his nose when your lips skimmed the corner of his mouth. that made him weak — you could tell, and it made your heart ache with affection.

“can i ask you, hum… something?” he murmured, barely breaking the kiss, his lips brushing yours with each word.

“mmh?” your forehead stayed pressed to his.

his thumbs rubbed slow circles into the bare skin just above your waistband — he was not pushing, not teasing either, just… grounding you.

“i’ve been thinking about something,” he said, eyes flicking up.

you pulled back just a bit, enough to see the shift in his face — open, but careful. that look he gave you when he was being vulnerable. when he wanted something and wasn’t sure how you’d take it. that look alone made your stomach flutter.

“yeah?” you asked gently.

“i kinda wanna try cockwarming.”

you blinked.

your mouth opened slightly, but no sound came out. your throat went tight, and your heart slammed once — hard enough you could feel it in your teeth. his words didn’t even fully register at first, like your brain had hit a glitch trying to process them.

jaehyun smiled softly, thumb still tracing your skin. “you okay, baby?”

“i…” you swallowed, your eyes flicking down to his chest like you couldn’t look at him for a second. “you want me to… sit on it?”

“that’s the general idea,” he said, smiling a little more, voice still so soft. he laughed gently when your face went warm — not teasing, just fond. “but only if you want to.”

you choked a little — or whatever the hell that thing in your throat was — because your whole body had gone tight. not out of fear. just that visceral hit of nerves and want colliding in your chest like a wave.

you tried to speak, failed, cleared your throat, and tried again. “y–yeah. i want to. just… wasn’t expecting that.”

“i know,” he said, and his hands moved slowly up your sides, like he was reading you. “i’ll be really soft with you.” his voice dropped a note, not dirty — not even close — but reverent, like he was giving you a promise.

it went straight through you.

“i just want to feel you,” he said, breath brushing your jaw. “no rush. just… stay inside you.”

you didn’t even realize your fingers had curled into the fabric of his shirt until he tilted his head and pressed a slow kiss to your jaw, like he could taste the way your pulse jumped there.

“okay,” you whispered, breath catching.

“yeah?”

you nodded.

his hand found yours again, his fingers lacing with yours like they always did when he needed you to stay close.

“come here, baby.”

the clothes came off slow — peeled away like they had all the time in the universe. his hands skimmed up your back when he took your shirt off, brushing his fingers down your spine as if he couldn’t bear to lose contact. your pants were pushed past your thighs with quiet exhales and shy glances, every bit of skin uncovered only making the air feel heavier between you.

he laid you back on the bed for a moment, not even to do anything — just to look at you, to lean over and kiss down your chest, his mouth tracing every line of you with quiet awe. he kissed your stomach, the soft part just below your navel, his hand warm against your side while the other held the lube.

then he settled behind you, letting you lean back into him while he slicked his fingers and started prepping you — slow, warm, so careful. every movement was met with a whisper at your ear.

“you’re doing so good,” he murmured, voice low and intimate, lips brushing the side of your face. “opening up so easy for me, honey. like your body already knows what it wants.”

you groaned, head falling back against his shoulder. his fingers moved deeper, coaxing you open, the stretch manageable only because he gave you so much time. his free hand stroked along your waist, grounding you with every soft word and every warm breath.

by the time you were ready, he was sitting back against the headboard again, legs spread just enough, his dick flushed and slick in his hand. you watched him stroke it slow while you moved into his lap, watched the way his breath caught just slightly when you just touched his shoulders for balance.

everything slowed down.

your knees pressed to the mattress on either side of his hips. you hovered just a little, hands on his shoulders, letting him guide you by the waist as you lined yourself up his dick.

the tip nudged against you, and—

the stretch made your breath hitch immediately. your fingers clenched on his shoulders like you needed to anchor yourself really bad, your thighs trembling with the effort to stay in control.

“you okay my love?” he asked, eyes locked on your face. you nodded shakily.

“y–yeah. just… oh my god.”

jaehyun smiled, smoothing one hand slowly up your spine. “take your time, baby. don’t rush. i’ve got you.”

so you did. you took your time — letting yourself sink down inch by inch, breathing hard, feeling your body slowly adjust around him. it was intense — the pressure, the heat, the way he filled you without even moving. his hands never left you, stroking your waist, brushing the backs of your thighs, eyes never leaving your face.

and when you finally settled all the way down, seated flush in his lap, his dick buried deep inside you… everything went still.

your chest was pressed to his. you could feel the way your own heart pounded against his, the subtle shudder in your limbs, your fingers trembling where they clutched his shoulders. he wrapped his arms around you like he was holding something fragile, his face burying into your neck as he let out a low, shaky breath.

“fuck,” he whispered. “you feel… so warm. my pretty baby. so perfect.”

you didn’t move. honestly, you couldn’t. he filled you so completely, so deeply, you could feel the whole shape of him pressing against the most tender parts of you. the weight of him inside was overwhelming — not in a painful way, but in that too-much-and-still-not-enough way that made your head feel like it was floating.

every twitch of him inside you made your body respond — tightening involuntarily, fluttering around him in little pulses. even the smallest shift in your position sent a slow, pulsing wave up your spine, making your chest rise sharply against his.

and yet… the stillness was a high all its own. the way nothing moved. the way your body and his body simply existed together, locked in this quiet, molten closeness.

jaehyun’s mouth moved against your skin — soft kisses along your shoulder, your neck, the edge of your jaw. he didn’t press for more, didn’t chase the rhythm most people would. he kissed you like worship, like gratitude. like touching you like this was more than enough.

“god, you feel so good,” he breathed at your ear, his voice cracking faintly at the edges. “so fucking warm… so tight around me, baby. i could stay like this forever.”

your whole body flushed at the confession. you clenched down on him — just slightly, unintentionally — and the way he groaned in response made your eyes flutter shut. his forehead dropped to your collarbone, breath stuttering against your skin.

“shit…” he murmured. “you can’t do that, baby. i’m trying to behave.”

you laughed — breathless, warm — and your hands came up to cup his face. his skin was hot under your palms. your thumbs brushed over the apple of his cheeks, which were flushed high with pink. his lips were swollen from kissing, eyes half-lidded and glassy.

he looked… completely gone.

like he was drunk on you.

“you’re really not gonna move?” you asked, voice barely steady, teasing him enough to make him smile again.

“not unless you do first.”

his hands slid over your thighs — warm, gentle, almost reverent — before settling again at your lower back. the pressure was soft but firm, grounding. his touch felt like a tether, like it was holding you right there, keeping you full and safe and still.

you rested your forehead to his and just breathed.

and with every second you stayed like that, your nerves slowly began to quiet — like the rest of the world was fading out. all that was left was the fullness, the heat of him inside you, the solid weight of his body beneath your hands. every throb of his dick, every tiny twitch, sent ripples of sensation through you. your muscles clenched without thought, your body pulsing around him in soft, slow waves.

jaehyun leaned in and kissed you again — soft, unrushed. his lips moved against yours like the world was paused just for you two. then he pulled back just far enough to see your face again.

“you’re so beautiful,” he whispered. “you know that?”

your throat tightened at the sound of his voice — like it cracked open something inside you that you weren’t ready for.

“jaehyun…”

“you are,” he insisted, brushing his thumb over your cheek. “the way you look at me… the way you feel around me. my pretty boy, you’re all i’ve ever wanted.”

the ache in your chest bloomed at those words, too full to hold. you kissed him before he could say more — a deeper kiss this time, one that felt desperate not from lust but from emotion. from the sheer weight of everything he was giving you just by being here like this.

minutes passed in a haze of soft touches and slower breaths. neither of you spoke. you didn’t need to.

you let your bodies say everything else — in the warmth of your mouths, in the quiet slide of your fingers up his arms, in the way your bodies fit together without friction, without force.

eventually, you shifted in his lap — just the barest rock of your hips. not a thrust, not even a grind, just enough to feel him move inside you. and jaehyun moaned — loud and raw, like he hadn’t expected it.

“oh my god…”

you froze — startled — and then let out a soft laugh against his mouth.

“sensitive?” you teased, your voice breathy with affection.

he glared up at you with playful exasperation, his hands tightening on your waist like he was restraining himself from snapping his hips up.

“baby, i’m trying to last, and you’re out here trying to kill me,” he muttered.

you laughed again — full and quiet — and then gasped as you moved just a little more, the slow drag of him inside you setting every nerve on fire.

jaehyun kissed you again — harder now, but not fast. his hands came up to cup your face like he couldn’t stop touching you, his lips sliding against yours, his tongue brushing soft and slow. you felt his hips twitch under you — once, restrained — like his body couldn’t help but react even when he was trying so hard not to.

“stay like that,” he whispered, breath trembling. “don’t move. just let me feel you, baby.”

you rested your head on his shoulder, breathing hard. your dick was fully hard now, pinned between your stomachs, leaking steadily onto his skin. the way your bodies were pressed together made the sensation almost unbearable.

“can i come like this?” you asked, voice soft, uncertain.

jaehyun moaned at the question, a loud moan, like just the thought undid him.

“yeah, baby,” he breathed, and one of his hands slid down between your bodies, wrapping carefully around your dick. “come just from sitting on me. let me feel it, yeah? let me have it.”

his hand moved slowly — steady, perfect strokes in sync with the pulse of his dick inside you. you were so full, so open, it was almost too much — but not in a way that made you want it to stop. in a way that made you want to live there, in that moment, forever.

you were shaking when it hit — a soft, beautiful, startled gasp leaving your mouth as you came, your body clenching around him so tightly that his breath caught hard in his chest.

“fuck— you’re so perfect,” jaehyun groaned, voice breaking. “so fucking perfect.”

you spilled between you, the heat of it spreading across both your bellies, and he held you through it — one hand stroking your back, the other cradling your jaw, pressing tender kisses to your temple, your cheek, like you’d just given him something really sacred.

after a beat, when your heart had slowed and your breath had steadied, you felt his hips shift, just once.

a shallow grind. a soft moan that sounded like a plea.

“baby,” he whispered, voice cracked and wrecked. “i need…”

you nodded, not even waiting for him to finish.

“okay,” you breathed, still trembling.

jaehyun thrust once — slow and so deep — and you felt his whole body shudder beneath you. he came with a gasp against your neck, arms wrapping tight around your waist, pulling you flush against him like he needed to feel every inch of you when he let go.

the warmth of him filled you, spilling deep, your body still fluttering around him with every soft aftershock.

you stayed like that — his dick still inside you, your chest pressed to his, his breath against your throat — for what could’ve been hours. long enough for his pulse to slow. long enough for your fingers to loosen from his shoulders. long enough for the world to feel quiet again.

neither of you spoke.

there was nothing to say, really. not when everything had already been said — in every whisper, every still breath, every soft praise pressed between kisses.

because this wasn’t about trying something new.

it was about knowing each other — and wanting to be known that way.

[fuzzbae]

just for fun ( jeong jaehyun )

there’s nothing wrong about kissing your bestfriend just for fun, right?

❛ content 1.9k words, male reader, bestfriend! jaehyun, fluff fluff and fluff again, mutual pining, detailed kiss scene.

( part two )

friday nights were sacred.

no matter how crazy life became — whether jaehyun was juggling back-to-back schedules with his group or you were drowning under a mountain of deadlines — movie night was untouchable.

it wasn’t something either of you had ever needed to discuss about; it was just there, as natural and essential as breathing. a tradition born from years of friendship and countless nights spent sprawled out on your couch.

the setup was always the same: the couch, an oversized blanket big enough to cover both of you, the coffee table crowded with snacks and drinks.

jaehyun always managed to make a mess with the popcorn, and you never failed to call him out for it, only for him to grin sheepishly every time, a sparkle in his eyes that promised he'd absolutely do it again next week.

it was comfortable, dependable. a routine so ingrained that neither of you could imagine life without it.

tonight, like every other friday, the two of you had settled into your usual spots.

jaehyun was stretched out beside you, his long legs taking up more than their fair share of the coffee table. one of his socks was missing (why, you didn't know and didn't care to ask) and the other hung loosely from his foot like it was holding on for dear life.

and you were curled up at the opposite end of the couch, the blanket draped across both of you, your toes brushing his shin beneath its soft folds.

the movie you’d picked — a romcom that netflix had all but begged you to watch — played on the tv. you weren’t paying much attention though, the storyline fading into white noise as you absently picked at the popcorn. jaehyun, on the other hand, seemed more invested, his dark eyes fixed on the screen.

it wasn’t until the movie reached its climactic make-out scene that the atmosphere shifted. the two characters on screen were tangled up in each other, all messy passion and heavy breathing. you glanced at jaehyun out of habit, expecting him to crack a joke or roll his eyes like he always did during these moments.

but he didn't.

instead, he was quiet, his expression thoughtful in a way that set your nerves on edge.

“what if we tried that?”

his voice was so casual, so matter-of-fact, that it took a second for his words to register. you blinked, turning your head to look at him fully.

“what?”

jaehyun didn't look away from the screen, his hand dipping lazily into the popcorn bowl, grabbing a handful as he spoke.

“that,” he nodded toward the tv, his tone so relaxed you almost thought you'd misheard. “kissing. you and me.”

the words hit you like a cold splash of water, and you stared at him, waiting for some sign that he was joking. but his expression didn’t change.

he chewed his popcorn slowly, his face calm, like he’d just asked what you wanted for dinner.

“i… uh…” you stammered, suddenly hyper-aware of the blanket you were sharing and the way his knee was just barely brushing yours. “what are you talking about?”

jaehyun finally looked at you then, his gaze steady and calm, his lips twitching into the faintest smile.

“i’m just asking,” he said with a shrug, like it wasn’t the most absurd thing he’d ever said. “you’ve never thought about it?”

you let out a disbelieving laugh, your heart pounding in your chest. “thought about kissing you?”

“yeah,” he nodded, leaning back against the couch, his expression unreadable. “i mean, why not? we’re best friends. we’ve done everything else together. what’s one more thing?”

“jaehyun…” you trailed off, unsure how to even respond.

he was really serious — or at least, he didn’t seem to be joking at all. and that made it worse. or better. you couldn’t decide.

he turned his head to look at you again, his gaze softer this time. “what? it wouldn’t be weird. i mean, we already know everything about each other. it’s not like it’d change anything.”

“not change anything?” you repeated, incredulous. “you think kissing your best friend wouldn’t change anything?”

“not unless we wanted it to,” he replied simply, his tone so steady it almost calmed the storm raging in your chest. almost.

you stared at him, searching his face for some kind of explanation. but he wasn’t teasing you. he wasn’t laughing or smirking the way he usually did when he was trying to get under your skin.

he was just… waiting.

“you’ve really thought about this, haven’t you?” you asked, your voice quieter now.

jaehyun tilted his head slightly, considering you.

“yeah. i guess i have,” he admitted. “i mean, haven’t you? even a little?”

your brain felt like it was short-circuiting. you wanted to say no, to deny it outright, but the truth was, the idea didn’t seem as far-fetched as it should have.

you’d spent years at each other’s sides, your lives so intertwined that you could barely tell where one ended and the other began. and sure, there were moments — quick, fleeting moments — when you’d looked at him and wondered.

but this? this was real. and it wasn’t a fleeting moment anymore.

“i don’t know,” you said honestly, your voice barely above a whisper.

jaehyun smiled again, a small, patient curve of his lips that sent butterflies swirling through your stomach.

“then let’s find out,” his voice was low, almost hesitant.

you froze the moment he leaned in, his movements slow and deliberate, like a question he was silently asking.

it felt like the world had paused, holding its breath along with you. his eyes flicked to yours, searching, giving you all the time in the world to stop him, to pull away, to laugh it off like the best friends you’d always been.

but you didn’t. you couldn’t. your heart hammered against your chest, wild and unrestrained, and you knew he could probably hear it.

when his lips brushed against yours, it was featherlight, tentative, like he was testing the waters, hesitant but hopeful. your breath caught in your throat, and a spark ignited deep in your chest, sending tingles down to your fingertips.

his hand slid up to cup your jaw, his thumb tracing an impossibly soft line along your skin. the gentle touch sent shivers cascading down your spine, but it wasn’t unpleasant. your heart thudded against your chest like it was trying to escape, and a warmth you couldn’t explain spread through your entire body.

the kiss was slow at first, unhurried, almost experimental, like neither of you could believe what was happening. but then, instinct took over. you kissed him back before you could think better of it, your body moving on its own, feeling the slight curve of his smile against your lips. warmth bloomed between you, and your heart pounded harder with every second.

his lips were softer than you’d imagined — though you weren’t sure why you were imagining it at all. he tasted faintly of the popcorn you’d shared earlier, and there was something about the familiarity of it that made your chest ache in the best way.

jaehyun tilted his head just enough to fit perfectly, deepening the kiss in a way that felt so natural, it was almost like muscle memory. one of his hands slipping to your hip while the other stayed on your jaw, his fingers curling there gently, and he pressed closer, so close you could feel his breath mingling with yours.

you couldn’t think about anything else. it was just him: the warmth of his body so close, the way his lips moved against yours like they belonged there, the gentle press of his fingertips against your skin.

the world around you just… faded, like it didn’t exist anymore. all that mattered was this moment, the two of you tangled in something unsaid but utterly undeniable.

when the kiss finally ended, the two of you pulled back slowly, your foreheads brushing against the other as you tried to catch your breath. your chest heaved, and you realized he was breathing just as hard as you were, his lips slightly parted as though he wanted to say something but didn’t know how.

before you could speak, before you could even begin to process what had just happened, jaehyun grinned, a soft, lopsided grin that made your heart flip, and leaned in once again. this time, it wasn���t as tentative. he pressed a quick, playful kiss to your lips, a soft 'mwah' sound filling the quiet space between you.

his hand on your jaw tilted your head just slightly, like he didn’t want to give you any room to second-guess this.

it was over almost as soon as it began, but it left you blinking, stunned, your heart beating so loudly it was all you could hear. he chuckled softly, his face still close, his breath fanning over your skin.

“okay,” jaehyun said, leaning back just slightly, though his hand lingered on your hip. “i’m officially adding that to our list of top-tier decisions.”

you let out a shaky laugh, the sound more real than you expected it to be.

your hand, which had somehow ended up tangled in his hair, slipped back into your lap. you glanced at him, taking in the way his lips were slightly swollen, his hair adorably mussed, his cheeks dusted with a faint pink.

“i can’t believe you actually…” you started, your words trailing off as you gestured vaguely between the two of you.

“kissed you?” he finished for you, his lips quirking into that lopsided grin. “yeah, me neither. thought you’d push me off the couch, to be honest.”

you shook your head, the heat in your cheeks spreading like wildfire.

“i thought about it,” you admitted, only half-joking, your voice quieter now.

his grin softened into something gentler, something that made your chest ache all over again.

“but you didn’t,” he said, his tone quieter.

you swallowed, your throat dry, and shook your head again. “no. i didn’t.”

for a moment, the air between you shifted.

the weight of what had just happened settled over you both, heavy but not unwelcome. it felt like standing on the edge of something new, something you couldn’t quite name yet.

jaehyun nudged your knee lightly with his own, breaking the tension just enough.

“so,” he said, leaning back against the couch with a sigh that was almost too casual. “what’s the verdict?”

you raised an eyebrow, the heat still lingering on your face. “the verdict?”

“yep,” he tilted his head, his grin teasing but his tone softer, more earnest. “should we pencil in a round two?”

you rolled your eyes, though your lips betrayed you, curving into a small smile.

“you’re lucky that wasn’t terrible,” you muttered, your voice fond despite yourself. “or we wouldn’t even be having this conversation.”

jaehyun let out a laugh, deep and warm, and you felt yourself relax into it. the movie playing in the background faded into little more than white noise. the real focus was here, in the space between you two.

after a quiet moment, jaehyun spoke again, his voice softer this time.

“this doesn’t feel weird, does it?”

you shook your head slowly, meeting his gaze. “no. it doesn’t.”

and it didn’t. for all the ways it should’ve felt strange or awkward, it didn’t. it felt…right. comfortable. like something that had been waiting to happen all along.

jaehyun’s lips quirked into another soft smile, his gaze warm and steady on yours.

“good,” he said, his voice a little quieter now. “because i think i kind of like kissing my best friend.”

[fuzzbae]

[fuzzbae]

Space out ? | 성훈 . 🥀

Paring: Sunghoon X M;reader | Genre: smau.

Cw: Read at ur own risk :) | Non proof read

This is a work of fanfiction, do not throw unnecessary tantrums on this nsfw/sfw blog. ©Shuenkio

A/N: I've been gone for god knows how long since I'm been unmotivated and busy, and I'd be less active now 😔 for all the promises of continue parts, that I did, forgive me y'all, I'll just come by and drop small drabble whenever I could.

Thinking about how gym rat Sunghoon would post his thirst trap of his biceps online, that delicate just for you, cuz he knows that you'd be drooling for him like a hungry idiot in his room, feet kicking, hair pulling, eating the wall. It was all intentional.

And Sunghoon knows it, even if you didn't say anything about how hot and attractive he was with that few shots of selca, that showcase his mascule, those arms that sweat, which make your mind can't help but thinking wild about a lot of stuff known to man kind. You'd imagine licking his dripping pits, the kind of aroma that'd make you daydream the whole time. Squeezing his tits would be such a thing, while cuddling as you sucking like a baby's pacifier to sleep. And last but not least, who wouldn't wonder, how big Sunghoon can be, the size, the grith, everything.

There's no way, one never thought of it, and you are one of them. Due to his pale skin texture, ofc you'd think his dick is gonna be pale shade, lower down the base to the tip, the pink uncut, the glans definitely peeking, aw. His balls might be stretching yet sacks full of sperm, might as well the load that ready and prepared just for you.

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"M/n—ah you don't think you love my dick a lil too much? How can someone worship a dick like I'm some sort of genie?"

Sunghoon sighs, his air getting shorter and shallower by sec, due to the pleasure that builds up in his balls, he can't lie that such an inexperienced could be this fucking good at a blow job. You respond with nothing but eye contacts that hold the taller captivated in place, all he could do was complain how good you were.

Bobbing your head like a machine out of control, Sunghoon's fat grips, find its way at the back of your head as he pushes you in deeper, feeling his 9 inches veiny ah-dick at the back of your sloppy throat. His face contours in resistance, his teeth sinking on his bottom lip, that potential bleed at any moment, like a rope about to snap in half. Meanwhile you enjoy what you are doing right now, along with your small palms, squeezing Sunghoon's butt cheeks on it dear life, eager to feel everything as if the world is ending tomorrow. This was your last straw since who would know if another day you'll never get this chance again, better go hard than stiff.

"Aehh— bae bee, hold on hm? I can't— *whimpers* I'm gonna cum, please I'm going to explode— SHIT I'M FUCKING CUMMING"

The airplane didn't even wait and so is the surge of Sunghoon's sperm, rush in full speed before it explodes a hyperspermia inside of your mouth, painted your flesh white, tacky, and musky.

To the point HE shades a tear to how much he feels in his brain, the first and once pleasure Sunghoon experience in his life time .

"Cum...cum... You broke me M/n I can't feel my cock"

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"M/n! Hey m/n !!"

"Oh— uh what?"

"You've been space out while looking at me, Why don't you admit that you find me hot, a lil word out wouldn't hurt!"

Actually you were daydream the whole time? How unfortunately. Suddenly you felt a wet sensation, it not sweat nor your spilled water bottle and you look down to realize that, it was your dick leaking, a pre-cum in your underwear.

[fuzzbae]

"The Boy Who Confessed (the first)"

pairings: jaehee x m!reader

genre: fluff

Jaehee was untouchable. The golden boy. The school’s ace. He had this easy smile and bright eyes that made everyone fall a little bit in love with him. Girls would wait by his locker just to hand him homemade chocolates. Notes with pink hearts littered his desk after lunch. People gravitated toward him like gravity had handpicked him to be the center of their little universe.

It was routine. Almost boring.

He would smile, politely decline, and move on. No one ever lingered in his mind.

Until you.

You were different.

You weren’t loud. You weren’t one of the girls hanging around him. You barely spoke in class. You were just… there. Sitting quietly by the window. Reading books at lunch. Minding your own world like you didn’t even know Jaehee existed.

But one afternoon, you stopped him.

It was nothing like the confessions he was used to. There was no grand gesture. No letter. No friends giggling in the distance.

You found him alone by the vending machine and said, so softly, "I like you. I know you probably don’t feel the same, but I just wanted you to know."

Your eyes didn’t even meet his. You fiddled with the strap of your bag, cheeks warm, and then you left—without waiting for a reply.

And Jaehee… he just stood there.

Heart pounding.

Mind blank.

For the first time, someone confessed to him without expecting anything. You weren’t asking for a date. You weren’t asking for attention. You just wanted to be honest.

Why did that rattle him so much?

He told himself it didn’t matter. But then he started noticing you everywhere.

The way you quietly pushed your glasses up when you were deep in thought. How you always chewed your pencil when you were stuck on a hard question. How your smile looked different when you were with your friends—a little freer, a little brighter.

You weren’t chasing him.

And maybe that was why he started chasing you.

Days passed and Jaehee couldn’t shake it off. Every time you passed by him in the hall, his heart would jump. Every time you laughed, his chest tightened.

What was this?

He had been confessed to hundreds of times, but no one ever lingered like you did.

His friends started to notice.

"Hey, why are you spacing out so much?" one of them nudged him during lunch.

"It’s nothing," Jaehee brushed it off, but his eyes were already flicking across the courtyard—landing on you, sitting under your usual tree, reading a book with your headphones on.

Nothing. Yeah, right.

It wasn’t until a week later that he finally cornered you after class.

"Hey, wait!"

You paused, backpack half-slung over your shoulder. You looked up at him, a little startled.

"Uh… yeah?"

Jaehee’s mouth went dry. God, why was this so hard?

"About that time you… confessed to me."

You shifted awkwardly. "Oh… you don’t have to say anything. I know you probably don’t—"

"I didn’t say I wasn’t interested."

Your breath hitched.

"I’ve been thinking about it. A lot. I… actually, I can’t stop thinking about you."

Your eyes finally met his, wide and hesitant. "You… you mean that?"

"Yeah. I do. I’m used to people liking me for… I don’t know, surface things. But you… you liked me without expecting anything back. And that… that meant something to me."

The silence stretched, your heart thudding so loudly you were sure he could hear it.

"Can I… can I walk you home?" Jaehee asked, his voice soft.

You bit your lip, then nodded. "Okay."

The walk home was quiet at first. Neither of you knew what to say. But after a few blocks, Jaehee reached out, brushing his fingers against yours.

"Can I…?" He gestured to your hand.

You let out a breathy laugh, a smile tugging at your lips. "Yeah."

His hand slid into yours, warm and a little shaky.

"Sorry," he mumbled, "I’ve never really… liked someone like this before. It’s kind of scary."

You squeezed his hand gently. "Me too."

He glanced at you, his usual confident smile softening into something more genuine. "I’m glad it was you."

You looked down, cheeks burning. "I’m glad it was you too."

And as you walked together, hand in hand, Jaehee realized something he had never known before.

Sometimes, the quietest confessions echo the loudest.

And sometimes, the people who don’t chase you are the ones worth chasing.

[fuzzbae]

If You Knew

🎵You Were Beautiful - DAY6🎵

pairings: jeonghyeon x m!reader

genre: angst, fluff

a.n. : anon requested, lowk cried

The sun was warm, the breeze gentle, and the rooftop was quiet — just the way M/n liked it. It had become their little tradition over the years: lunch on the rooftop, away from the noisy cafeteria, away from everyone else. Just the two of them.

Jeonghyeon always said it was his favorite part of the day.

Today was no different. M/n watched as Jeonghyeon plopped down next to him, the boy’s hair sticking up in the back from rushing to school. He always slept in, always barely made it before the bell. M/n’s hand itched to reach out, to smooth it down like he always did — but this time, he hesitated.

His feelings had started to overflow lately, building up like rain in a cup too small to hold it all. He wasn’t sure when it got this bad. Maybe it was when Jeonghyeon started leaning his head on his shoulder during study periods. Maybe it was when he started sharing his drinks without a second thought. Or maybe it was when Jeonghyeon started talking about someone else.

“You won’t believe it,” Jeonghyeon said between bites of kimbap. His eyes sparkled in that way that always knocked the air out of M/n’s lungs. “I think I have a crush on someone.”

M/n’s chopsticks froze in midair. His throat tightened, but he forced a smile, just like always. “Oh yeah? Who?”

Jeonghyeon shrugged, grinning. “Someone in Class 3. I don't know… he's just cool. I kind of want to get closer to him.”

That was the thing about Jeonghyeon — when he liked someone, he never held back. He went all in. And M/n knew, deep down, that Jeonghyeon would never look at him like that.

But still, he sat there, listening, nodding, giving advice, pretending he wasn’t breaking apart inside.

“You think I should confess soon?” Jeonghyeon asked, nudging M/n’s arm playfully. “I mean, it’s not like I’ve ever been good at this stuff.”

M/n forced a laugh. “Yeah, go for it. Why not?”

His heart whispered, Because I want you to like me instead.

Jeonghyeon beamed, satisfied with the answer. “You’re the best, you know that? I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

Be fine, M/n thought bitterly. You’d be fine without me.

But the words never came out. They stayed stuck in his throat, where all his other unsaid things lived.

They finished their lunch, like always. They walked home together, like always. Jeonghyeon talked about his favorite video games, his plans for the weekend, the homework he didn’t want to do — and M/n listened, like always.

When they reached Jeonghyeon’s house, he waved, that same easy smile on his face. “See you tomorrow?”

“Yeah,” M/n said softly. “Like always.”

But that night, as M/n stared at the ceiling in the dark, he realized something had changed.

I can’t keep pretending forever, he thought. But if I tell him… I might lose him. And if I stay like this… it hurts.

He pressed his hands over his chest, trying to hold himself together.

It’s okay. I’m just happy to be by your side. Even if you never know.

The school festival was just around the corner, and the whole campus buzzed with excitement. Colorful banners hung in the hallways, class booths were under construction, and students ran around rehearsing performances.

M/n, as always, was on cleanup duty with Jeonghyeon — not because they were assigned to it, but because Jeonghyeon had dragged him into it.

“You know you’re basically my manager at this point,” Jeonghyeon joked, balancing a stack of paint cans in his arms. “What would I do without you?”

You’d do just fine, M/n wanted to say, but instead, he forced a smile and grabbed the brushes. “Yeah, yeah. Let’s just finish this before sunset.”

They spent the whole afternoon painting the backdrop for Jeonghyeon’s class performance. M/n knelt down, carefully tracing the outlines, while Jeonghyeon carelessly flicked paint at him when he got bored.

“Hey,” Jeonghyeon said after a long silence. “Do you think… if I confessed during the festival, it would be too much?”

M/n’s hand froze mid-stroke. His heartbeat echoed in his ears. He looked up slowly, his voice barely steady. “You’re really serious about him, huh?”

Jeonghyeon’s grin softened, something fond glimmering in his eyes. “Yeah. He's cool, you know? It’s probably stupid, but I think I really like him.”

M/n felt the weight of the brush in his hand like it was made of lead. His chest squeezed painfully, but he nodded anyway. “Then you should do it.”

He wanted to scream. He wanted to cry. He wanted to be the one Jeonghyeon looked at like that.

But he stayed where he was — on the floor, on the sidelines. The second lead in his own story.

Days passed, and M/n helped Jeonghyeon plan the confession. He helped pick out gifts, design the little festival surprise, and even rehearsed what Jeonghyeon should say. Every time Jeonghyeon smiled and said “You’re the best,” it chipped away at M/n’s heart a little more.

Their rooftop lunches became shorter. M/n found excuses to leave early. He told himself it was better this way — to pull back before he shattered completely.

But Jeonghyeon noticed.

One afternoon, as they packed up after class, Jeonghyeon grabbed his wrist. “You’ve been weird lately. Did I do something wrong?”

M/n flinched. “No, you didn’t.”

“Then why are you avoiding me?” Jeonghyeon’s voice cracked just a little. “I don’t like it when you’re not around. You know that, right?”

Don’t say things like that. Don’t make me hope.

M/n yanked his hand back, forcing a shaky laugh. “I’ve just been busy. It’s not a big deal.”

But Jeonghyeon wasn’t convinced. His brows furrowed, his gaze searching. “You’re lying to me.”

M/n’s chest burned. His throat was dry. He wanted to tell him. He wanted to scream it in his face. I LIKE YOU. I’VE ALWAYS LIKED YOU. PLEASE, JUST LOOK AT ME.

But instead, he said softly, “Let’s just focus on your confession. That’s more important, right?”

Jeonghyeon stared at him like he didn’t understand. Like M/n was speaking a language he couldn’t hear.

“Yeah,” Jeonghyeon mumbled eventually, letting go. “Yeah, okay.”

The festival arrived in a blur of lights and laughter. M/n went through the motions, helping with decorations, manning a booth, pretending to be fine.

When Jeonghyeon finally confessed — behind the gym, just like they planned — M/n wasn’t there to watch. He couldn’t bear it.

Instead, he sat on their rooftop, head in his hands, trying not to fall apart.

When Jeonghyeon found him later, his face was unreadable. “They said no.”

M/n’s head shot up, surprised. “What?”

“They turned me down.” Jeonghyeon sat beside him, hugging his knees. “They said… they think I like someone else. I don’t get it.”

M/n’s heart thudded painfully. His voice trembled. “Do you?”

Jeonghyeon went quiet. The city lights flickered below them, the distant sound of festival music filling the silence.

“…I don’t know.” Jeonghyeon’s voice was soft, almost scared. “But when I think about who I wanted to see after being rejected… I thought of you.”

M/n’s breath caught in his throat. His heart was pounding so loud he was sure Jeonghyeon could hear it.

But he said nothing. Not yet.

Because maybe, just maybe, this story wasn’t over yet.

After the festival, something between them shifted.

Jeonghyeon didn’t talk about his crush anymore. Didn’t bring up the rejection. Didn’t push M/n for answers.

But he also didn’t leave M/n alone.

If anything, he clung harder — dragging him to convenience stores after school, pestering him to join group projects, messaging him late into the night with the same question over and over.

“Are you okay?”

And M/n always lied.

“Yeah. I’m fine.”

But he wasn’t.

Every forced smile chipped away at him. Every shared moment felt like standing at the edge of a cliff — the wind always ready to push him over.

He stopped showing up to rooftop lunches. Stopped walking home with Jeonghyeon. Stopped replying right away.

And still, Jeonghyeon chased him.

“M/n.”

Jeonghyeon cornered him one afternoon by the shoe lockers. His usual grin was gone — replaced by something tight and strained.

“You’re avoiding me again.”

M/n���s heart sank. He adjusted his bag, keeping his gaze low. “I’ve just been busy.”

“Liar.” Jeonghyeon stepped closer. “Tell me what’s wrong.”

“I said I’m fine.”

“Then why won’t you look at me anymore?”

His voice cracked, and it almost broke M/n’s resolve. Almost.

“You don’t need me around all the time, you know,” M/n muttered, trying to sidestep him.

But Jeonghyeon grabbed his wrist — tightly this time. The same wrist he used to hold so casually.

“I do need you,” Jeonghyeon said, desperation seeping through his words. “Why can’t you see that?”

M/n’s chest burned. His throat ached. The words pressed against his teeth, begging to be let out — I like you. I love you. I’ve always—

But instead, he yanked his hand free and walked away. He didn’t dare look back.

He thought Jeonghyeon would eventually give up. Thought he’d move on. Thought he’d forget.

But Jeonghyeon didn’t.

It was during festival cleanup week that M/n’s body finally gave out.

A fever hit him hard, exhaustion piling on after weeks of sleepless nights and skipped meals. He collapsed on his desk after school, cold sweat clinging to his skin. He barely registered his classmates panicking around him.

When he opened his eyes again, he was in the nurse’s office — Jeonghyeon sitting beside him, his usual jacket now draped over M/n’s shoulders.

“You’re such an idiot,” Jeonghyeon whispered, gently pressing a cold pack to his forehead. His voice trembled. “Why didn’t you tell me you were sick?”

M/n’s throat was dry. His head was heavy. His whole body ached.

But even in his fever haze, the ache in his chest hurt more.

“I didn’t want to bother you,” M/n croaked weakly.

Jeonghyeon’s brows furrowed. “You’re never a bother to me. Never.”

M/n turned his head away, tears pricking at his eyes.

Jeonghyeon reached out, gripping his hand tightly. “Stop pulling away from me. I don’t understand why you keep doing this. I don’t want to lose you too.”

Something in Jeonghyeon’s voice cracked. There was real fear in his words, trembling like he was standing on thin ice.

M/n’s heart clenched.

Half-conscious, walls crumbling, he whispered, “It’s because I like you, stupid.”

Silence.

It took M/n a second to realize what he just said.

But his body was too tired to panic. His mouth just… kept moving.

“I like you. I’ve liked you for a long time. I know you don’t feel the same but—” His voice shook. “—but it hurts too much to keep pretending.”

His vision blurred with tears. “So please… just let me go. Stop chasing me.”

Because the more you chase me, the more I hope. And hope is cruel.

His eyelids drooped. The world turned quiet.

The last thing he heard was Jeonghyeon’s soft, broken whisper: “Don’t… don’t let go.”

When M/n woke up, Jeonghyeon was gone. So was his jacket.

But there was a note on the table, scrawled in Jeonghyeon’s messy handwriting:

Wait for me. Please wait.

Jeonghyeon ran.

He didn’t know where his feet were taking him, didn’t know how to quiet the storm in his chest, didn’t know how to process the words M/n had just said.

I like you.

They echoed in his head like a broken record. His pulse thundered in his ears. His mouth was dry.

I like you.

He thought back to everything. The lunches. The late-night calls. The walks home. The way M/n always looked at him with something soft, something heavy, something Jeonghyeon didn’t understand—until now.

How could he have been so stupid?

The person he wanted to see when he was sad, when he was happy, when he was bored— The person he wanted to tell every little thing to— The person who made his day better by just existing—

It was always M/n.

How did he not see it sooner?

It wasn’t just friendship. It never was.

He thought about how M/n had slowly pulled away, how Jeonghyeon had panicked, how he chased him without knowing why it hurt so much to be left behind.

You keep chasing me… but the more you chase me, the more I hope.

Jeonghyeon’s chest twisted painfully.

You’re allowed to hope, he thought fiercely. I want you to hope. I want you to believe I feel the same. Because I do. I do.

He turned on his heel, sprinting back toward the school.

By the time he burst into the nurse’s office, M/n was already sitting up, looking dazed and exhausted, clutching Jeonghyeon’s jacket like it was the only thing holding him together.

Their eyes met.

M/n opened his mouth—probably to apologize, to take it back, to tell him to forget it.

Jeonghyeon didn’t let him.

He crossed the room in three steps, dropped to his knees in front of him, and cupped his face with both hands. His heart was pounding so loud, so hard, but his voice came out steady.

“I like you too.”

M/n blinked, like he didn’t hear it.

“I like you,” Jeonghyeon said again, firmer this time, like he could hammer the truth into the space between them. “I think I’ve always liked you. I just didn’t get it. I thought it was just—you know, you’re my best friend, right? Of course I want you around. Of course I care about you more than anyone else. Of course I get jealous when you spend time with other people. I just—”

He laughed, breathless and teary-eyed. “I was so stupid.”

M/n’s throat bobbed as he swallowed, his voice cracking. “You’re serious?”

Jeonghyeon leaned in, pressing their foreheads together. “I’m serious. I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life.”

M/n’s hands trembled as they gripped Jeonghyeon’s sleeves. “But you liked someone else.”

Jeonghyeon shook his head, eyes closing. “I liked the idea of liking them. But when I got rejected, the only person I wanted to see was you. The only person who makes me feel… like this… is you.”

M/n’s chest heaved. “It’s not just pity?”

“Hey,” Jeonghyeon pulled back, frowning softly, cupping his cheeks with both hands. “I don’t pity you. I love you.”

It felt natural, like breathing. Like the words had always been sitting on his tongue, waiting to fall into place.

M/n’s lips trembled. “You… you can’t just say that so easily.”

“Why not? It’s true.” Jeonghyeon grinned, finally — that familiar, boyish grin that had always made M/n’s heart skip. “I love you. I love you so much, you idiot.”

M/n’s eyes welled with tears, and Jeonghyeon wiped them away with his thumbs.

“Do you forgive me for being late?” Jeonghyeon whispered.

M/n let out a shaky laugh, leaning into his touch. “Yeah. I forgive you.”

“Good,” Jeonghyeon smiled. “Because I’m gonna spend every day making it up to you.”

And he sealed his promise with a soft, lingering kiss — gentle, a little clumsy, but warm enough to melt away all the months of aching.

When they pulled apart, Jeonghyeon pressed their foreheads together again and whispered, “Let’s have lunch on the rooftop tomorrow?”

M/n’s heart finally felt light again. “Yeah,” he smiled. “Like always.”

But this time, it would be different. This time, he wouldn’t have to pretend anymore. This time, they were in the same story.

Together.

[fuzzbae]

— blessed be the mystery of love

୨୧ mark lee x m!taeyong'sbrother!reader ୨୧ taeyong's (half)brother, you, needed to get out more often. what better way to do it than have you meet the rest of 127? you were a pretty big fan, after all. taeyong didn't expect mark, your bias, to take a liking to you in particular. ୨୧ request?: yes ! ୨୧ caution: other 127 members mentioned (obv), mentions of reader being in college/uni, younger reader (20-21 ish), very very sappy, stereotypically "shy" reader, mild swearing, mentions of panic attacks. (+2nd person, not proofread) ୨୧ wc: 3k

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You were practically drowning in work. You would've wished that it was an understatement, too. Finals were coming up, you had two reports, one analysis, and around three and a half essays to get done as final projects, and you were, to put it not so lightly, incredibly stressed. You'd been cooped up in your dorm room the past two weeks, cramming for anything and everything you could. And Taeyong didn't like it. You were pushing yourself far too hard, and sure, you may have needed to at times, but not twenty-four-seven. You still had three weeks of regular classes before all of your finals, anyway. He was tired of you pretending it was okay to be a hermit in your dorm, talking to nobody but him, your parents, and your roommate. He was bound and determined to get you some social interaction. You were in desperate need of it, anyway, considering how introverted and socially anxious you are.

So that's how you ended up here. In your brother's car, staring out of the window as he drove you the short distance to the company. "I was thinking you could come over a few times a week, maybe once a day even, since it's such a short distance." He explained quietly as he drove. "I get nervous when you're all huddled up in that desk chair. This will be a good break. You can relax for a while, watch your really cool older brother dance—" He joked, tapping his fingers against the steering wheel.

"Very funny," You mumbled, cutting him off. "I think I'm more anxious knowing I'm about to meet everyone." You added as you finally turned to face him. You and Taeyong had a pretty solid relationship, and you enjoyed supporting him, which had ended up with you getting really into NCT. And now, you were about to meet your brother's bandmates. It was daunting, and being so introverted, you didn't know if you would be able to relax around the other members.

When you had reached the huge building, Taeyong practically dragged you inside, waving at a few random staff as he pulled you around hallways and up different floors. After a few minutes of this, you had reached the practice room where he was scheduled to be. He wanted you to stay here for an hour, doing what? When you should be studying for that final you just knew you were going to struggle on...

"Hey guys!" Taeyong called out, casually greeting everyone as they put their belongings down, drank some water, or did some stretching. It wasn't long before Jungwoo turned to look at you with a slightly confused expression. "Who's this?" He asked, gesturing your way as he glanced at the other.

"This is my little brother," He happily introduced you, obviously proud of who you were. You bowed politely, but stayed behind Taeyong, nervous and now a bit flustered that you were being perceived by the others. One by one, you were introduced to them, and you stayed quiet, obviously a bit shy as Taeyong explained that you were a fan of them yourself.

They were all kind to you, with Johnny cracking a couple jokes as Haechan tried to make small talk with you, asking you how long you'd been a fan. They were surprised at how much younger than Taeyong you were, and you had to explain that technically, you were Taeyong's half brother, and that's part of why he was nearly ten years your senior. Everything seemed to be going well, though you were still very quiet and obviously a bit anxious.

And then Mark showed up.

Mark, your bias Mark, who you'd tried to blissfully forget was in the same group as your own damn brother. Good God, he was real?

He introduced himself to you, and you kept yourself in check, greeting him, but keeping your mouth shut out of fear that you would say something even under your breath that you didn't want any of them — but especially him — to hear.

You stayed for the hour that Taeyong wanted you to, half-watching them while you kept studying, much to the chagrin of your poor brother, who desperately wanted you to be more sociable. You clapped ever so quietly every time they finished a song, and every time, Jaehyun and Doyoung would turn to you and dramatically bow as if they were in the curtain call of a terrible musical, attempting to make you smile or laugh. They almost cheered when it worked after a few tries and you let out a quiet chuckle.

During a quick five-minute break that they were taking as you packed up your belongings, Mark approached you again, trying to break the ice a little bit. "So, uh... what are you majoring in?" He said before taking a quick sip of water. You froze up for a moment, because it was Mark Fucking Lee, and he was talking to you. Eventually, you told him, though your tone was a bit blunt. You had to head out quickly, so you gave Taeyong a quick side-hug, speaking softly as you said a general goodbye to everybody else. After that, you slipped out of the practice room and were on your way to class.

"Dude," Mark said as he tapped Johnny's shoulder. "Was he that, like... direct with you?" He asked quietly, not wanting Taeyong to hear and get overprotective or anything. He was just curious, he meant no harm.

"Not really. ...Maybe he's just a little bit extra nervous around you. You're pretty close to his age, after all." Johnny shrugged, cracking his knuckles.

"Yeah, but... I don't know, dude, they seemed fine with Haechan, and he's even closer in age to him than I am." He shook his head, unable to understand it. "Who knows. He might just think you're hot or something." Johnny replied as he got ready to continue with practice.

"...Woah." Mark was able to say aloud, though he wasn't able to think much more of it, as the short break was over and he needed to get back to practicing whatever they needed to brush up on.

You decided to listen to Taeyong, since it made him happy. Every morning, you took a little walk to the company, sitting in the practice room for an hour and half-watched, half-studied as they all did what they needed to do. After around a week and a half, you had warmed up to pretty much everyone. Taeyong was happy to see it. The only problem was... well, Mark. It wasn't even that you didn't want to be around him, it's that he always seemed to try to get you to warm up to him at the worst possible time.

The second day you'd gone, you ended up getting lost, taking a wrong turn and ending up in a different hallway. Mark had found you after coming out of what you could only assume was some sort of studio, leading you toward the practice room, trying to chat with you, to no avail, as even though you wanted to, you couldn't seem to get your brain working. A few days later, you were packing up your belongings when a bunch of papers fell out of your binder, all while Mark looked directly at you. It was probably the most embarrassing situation you'd ever been in, but Mark helped you pick up all of the papers, even trying to make sure they were sorted properly. You almost wished you'd had a shell, so you could pop into it and hide like a turtle. You thanked him with beet red cheeks before practically running out of the door.

He joked with the members, specifically Yuta and Johnny, that it was just because he was too smokin' and you were intimidated by the sheer hotness he exuded. The truth, though, was that he was actually terrified that you hated him. During a lunch break one day after you'd left, he sat next to Taeyong, nudging him to get his attention.

"...I don't think your brother likes me very much." He admitted to Taeyong before taking a bite of his food. "I know you said he's shy, but... he's warmed up to everyone else alright, and yet he's still super blunt and quiet around me, like he's embarrassed or something."

"You sound silly, Mark," Taeyong responded in kind. "He doesn't hate anyone, he just gets really anxious sometimes. There's no telling how fast he'll warm up to somebody. Apparently, it took him almost a month to say a word to his roommate, and now they're best friends. Just give him some time, I'm sure he really likes you. Why wouldn't he?" He tried to help reassure Mark, who seemed to struggle with wrapping his head around everything. He just didn't know how to get through to you.

After your first — and hardest — final, which took you a solid four hours to complete, you had showed up for your daily socializing timeslot pretty late. It was already around seven pm, and you were so tired that you'd nearly fallen asleep at least twice on the small couch provided in the practice room for quick breaks.

Taeyong, your vigilant and caring brother, had come up to you after a while and ruffled your hair a bit. "I'll get you some food, m'kay?" He was making sure you understood, so you nodded sleepily. "I'm gonna head out with the others to go eat. Mark's not hungry, so he'll hold down the fort. Don't hesitate to take a nap if you need to. I'll bring you back your favourite." He was so sweet sometimes. You thanked him quietly and pulled out your phone, trying to both stay awake and keep your mind off of the fact that you were going to be alone, in a room, with Mark, for at least an hour.

You just sat on your phone for around ten minutes to start, scrolling through whatever social media you felt like rotting your mind out with. Unknowingly, throughout those ten minutes, Mark was staring at you, as if telepathically trying to figure you out. You finally heard him stand up, and you glanced from your phone to see him walking toward you.

With a small wave of anxiety now building in your gut, you tried to stand up and keep some distance between you two, but Mark seemed to really, really want otherwise. Before you could stand, he basically jumped on you, pinning you down against the cushions of the couch as you blushed a violent red. You ended up letting out a small sound of surprise, trying to pry away from him. He was a bit stronger than you, though, and he was determined to know why you didn't like him.

"What's going on with you, dude?" Mark asked, truly curious. "You've warmed up to everybody else, but you're still all cold and shy with me. I don't get it. Did I do something wrong? I feel like I've tried everything... why do you still not like me?" He hit you with a barrage of questions, overwhelming your already tired mind. He seemed to be completely unaware of the fact that your faces were barely inches apart, his arms were on either side of your shoulders, and by all accounts, you were trapped in his arms. He kept asking you questions, talking way too much in an attempt to try and understand your thought process and why you seemed so distant from him.

"Please stop..." You finally gathered enough courage to squeak, hiding your face in your hands as you tried to steady your breathing. Being in this position with somebody who you'd had such a parasocial crush on for so long was sending you into a complete spiral, and Mark seemed to only now be realizing that.

"Oh, shit... dude, I... I didn't mean to freak you out, I'm sorry. I'm sorry." He finally realized his mistake and backed off a bit, which ended up with both of you on either side of the couch, with you curled up and blinking back the tears that had threatened to fall while Mark kept apologizing and trying to comfort you without getting too close and scaring you again.

"I do like you." You said after a few minutes of a tense silence. "That's the problem." You sat up a bit straighter and tried to be honest with Mark. "You... were always my favourite. So when I met you, I was too in awe to even think, and then... we just kept running into each other at the worst possible times, and every time you would be so helpful, and it would make my heart beat really fast and..." You paused to try and take a few deep breaths as you felt your panic rising. "...And I knew it was 'cause I had a crush on you, and then it just kept getting worse, so I thought if I tried to limit my interactions with you I wouldn't seem like a desperate weirdo freak who wants to kiss his brother's friend." You almost completely spilled your guts, blushing furiously and trying to get the words out in a rush, as if they burned your tongue as you spoke them.

Mark only seemed to truly hear a few of the words that came out of your mouth, though. "...You have a crush on me?" He smiled widely. "You want to kiss me?" You hid even further into your hands, groaning softly. "That's not the point," You mumbled, the sound muffled further by your hands. "It's weird. I'm Taeyong's brother, and you're his coworker and his friend. It would be weird if anything happened between us, because you're also like super mega famous and I'm literally a fan of you and like are you even into guys—?"

You felt a soft pair of lips brush against your cheek. The feeling shut you up very, very quickly. You hadn't been in many romantic situations before, considering your shyness and introverted personality, so though you had a grasp on the concept, you had no idea what to do. Mostly because it was Mark. Your bias, the man who thought you hated him, that Mark. And he just kissed your cheek.

"Was that okay?" He asked quietly, a concerned, but caring smile playing on his lips. "I just didn't want you to start panicking." You just sat for a moment, trying to wrap your mind around what just happened.

"You... you just kissed my cheek." You managed to say. You didn't know how, but you felt as if your cheeks had gotten even more red after the little peck.

"I did." Mark responded, his smile more prominent this time as he spoke. "I mean, you said you wanted to kiss me, didn't you?" He laughed softly as he watched you pretty much short circuit, stumbling over your sentences and fidgeting with your hands. "Aww, you're cute..." He chuckled.

"Don't call me cute, that will just make it worse..." You curled in on yourself further, but Mark pulled your hands away from your face, trying whatever he could to get you to open up.

"I'm not trying to make it worse. I'm trying to tell you it's okay." He leaned in and kissed your cheek again, his lips lingering this time around. The small whimper that escaped your lips made him laugh again. "It's okay." He repeated, holding your hands a bit tighter.

"...It's okay?" You whispered, trying to get your train of thought onto the track that it needed to be on; the one that said Mark was okay with all of it. Mark nodded at your words, and you couldn't help but scoot closer, which made the other beam.

After a minute or two of quiet reassurances and soft compliments from Mark, he leaned in and kissed your cheek yet again, then your nose. His gaze lingered on your lips, but you ended up having to tell him yourself.

"You can kiss me properly, Mark. ...Please do, actually." You smiled, causing him to giggle. He seemed so giddy. When your lips finally connected, too, you felt that maybe everything would be okay.

After a few lingering kisses and a couple more comforting words, you and Mark ended up tangled with each other on the couch. You were fully at ease, and Mark found it wonderful, how you were no longer so curt or tense. "I'm tired." you yawned, and Mark's hand found its way to your back, rubbing soothing circles against your clothed skin. As much as you tried to fight it, you were out like a light within minutes.

You woke up a little under an hour later to a loud, startling voice. "Ohh, cute!" You lifted your head, blinking the sleep from your eyes to see Yuta cooing at you and Mark. Speaking of Mark, he looked just as embarrassed as you did, if not more. Haechan already had his phone out, snapping pictures of the two of you... less as a cute memory, and more as blackmail against Mark. Doyoung was tapping his shoulder and telling him to send him the photos when he was done taking them. "This is adorable! I don't know what you're so uptight about, Taeyong..." Yuta's voice caught you off guard again, and when you turned your head, you saw your brother, looking furious; not at you, but Mark. "My little brother, Mark?" Taeyong mumbled through gritted teeth. You knew that look, and you knew you didn't want to get caught in the crossfire.

You got up from where you were laying with Mark, patting his chest gently as you did so. "Well, I think that's my cue," You smiled, pressing a tiny kiss to Mark's cheek, chuckling as everybody — apart from Taeyong — seemed to melt at both the idea of Mark getting a bit of action, and you being a bit bold, in front of all of them. "See you later," You said to your brother as you grabbed your things. "See you, Mark," You added quickly, needing to get out of there before all hell broke loose. You didn't leave, though, before bringing your hand up to your face, your thumb at your ear and your pinky at your mouth, the rest of your fingers in a closed fist. Call me, you mouthed, and as terrified as Mark was at the wrath of your older brother, he found the courage to smile and nod.

—

[fuzzbae]

How to use Em Dash (—) and Semi Colon ( ; )

Since the ai accusations are still being thrown around, here's how i personally like to use these GASP ai telltales. 🦄✨

Em Dashes (—)

To emphasize a shift / action / thought.

They're accusing us—actually accusing us—of using AI.

To add drama.

They dismissed our skills as AI—didn't even think twice, the dimwits—and believed they were onto something.

To insert a sudden thought. Surely they wouldn't do that to us—would they?

To interrupt someone's speech. "Hey, please don't say that. I honed my craft through years of blood and tears—" "Shut up, prompter."

To interrupt someone's thoughts / insert a sudden event.

We're going to get those kudos. We're going to get those reblogs—

A chronically online Steve commented, “it sounds like ai, idk.”

Semi Colons ( ; )

To join two closely related independent sentences / connect ideas.

Not only ChatGPT is capable of correct punctuation; who do you think it learned from in the first place?

Ultimate pro tip: use them whenever the fuck you want. You don't owe anyone your creative process. 🌈

[fuzzbae]

3 minutes —

pairing : sunshine!jaehee x gn!reader

summary : after accepting a stupid bet from sion, a twenty-eight day countdown began where you have to confess to your long time crush, kim jaehee, or else you don’t talk to him ever again.

warnings : fluff, crack, lots of overthinking and second-hand embarassment, mutual yearning (i think?), very cute !!, featuring sion :>

a/n : i made this in april… hehe enjoy !!

queueing : 3 minutes - nct wish, for: you - kali uchis, wishful thinking - grentperez, trouble - laufey, all i can say - kali uchis

00:00 — our time is running out, not long to go

you’re two days away from a full blown emotional crisis, and sion is making it worse.

he's lying on your bed, legs crossed in the air like he owns the place, scrolling through his phone while your heart slowly melts into the floor. across the room, your whiteboard sits smugly above your desk, mocking you with thick black marker.

“CONFESS TO HIM BEFORE THE 30TH - or never speak of it again !!”

"so," sion says, popping a chip into his mouth. "do you want me to play sad violin music now, or should i wait until you actually chicken out?"

you groan, face planting into your pillow. “i’m not chickening out.”

"suureeee.”

he's not wrong. the bet felt easy four weeks ago. just something dumb to say when you were tired and frustrated and in denial about liking jaehee since the beginning of time. it wasn’t supposed to be real.

but now it’s the 28th. you’re running out of time.

and because you're stupid, you're gonna stick to your word and drop the entire idea of liking him if you don't muster up the courage to confess soon. 'it's a waste of time if it continues any longer, right?'

"c'mon y/n, do it sooner or later." sion cuts off your rambling thoughts. he probably knew that you were overthinking again.

"okay but what if-"

"what if this, what if that. keep making up excuses, time won't stop for you." he says, rolling his eyes at how repetitive you are with each excuse you make. "just do it, if he likes you, you get together. if he doesn't, life goes on"

ugh, sion makes it sound sooo easy. you just want it to be perfect, something you won't look back and start visibly cringing.

“why did i take this stupid bet” you say, burying your face into your pillow once again.

“because you’re sad and delusional.” sion answers almost immediately, like his answer is default. he pops another chip in his mouth. “also because i basically dared you to, and you’re, tragically, a people pleaser.”

your groans from the couch grow in sound causing sion to chuckle.

it was all supposed to be some stupid joke. seeing jaehee open a door for a random sophomore and the signature smile he gives was just so boyfriend coded.

‘he’s nice to everyone’ you repeat to yourself but you can’t stop your heart from beating a little faster when he’s around or your face from heating up when he smiles at you.

especially not since the rainy day after exams

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you’re darting across campus, arms wrapped around your textbooks like a shield, and rain starts to pour down. now you’re left crouched under a lone tree, drenched and muttering to yourself.

then jaehee appears, umbrella in hand, offering the perfect half‑circle of coverage.

“you look like you’re auditioning for a depressed main character,” he jokes, voice calm as raindrops drip onto his hair. “mind if i…?”

he tilts his umbrella just enough so you can slip underneath. you mumble “thank you,” but he waves it off.

“it’s nothing. i do this for anyone who’s caught in the rain.”

and you believe him because every time you see him, he’s doing exactly that. opening doors, carrying groceries, dropping off lost phones. yet in that moment, shoulder to shoulder and both soaked at the hem, it feels undeniably, achingly… personal.

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you peel the pillow off your face and sigh.

“i’m going to throw up,” you mutter into the ceiling.

“just confess,” sion says. “three minutes. that’s all you need. you’ve liked him for forever. what’s the worst that happens?”

you don’t answer. sion sets a three minute timer and slams his phone on the desk.

“you’ve got three minutes to tell me how you would confess”

you freeze. no rehearsed speech. no mental preparation. everything was gone except embarrassment and panic.

0:57 — ballads, classic music, they sure are great, not my style though

random drafts clutter your desk. on a normal day it would be covered with neatly color-coded notes, but today, it’s a messy group of small notes and crafts, things you wanted to give to jaehee. a letter of random yaps stand out from the rest.

“i like the way you say my name”

“your hands are really nice”

“do you wanna get ramen sometime..? or never speak to me again. either works”

you stare at the page and seriously consider setting it on fire. only thing stopping you is the fire alarm going off… and sion

“stupid sion, stupid ideas…” you mumble quietly, crumpling the draft and throwing it at the garbage where it misses.

to your surprise, sion starts humming behind you before walking over, grabbing the draft, and tossing it back to you. he definitely heard you slandering him behind his back.

“like you have better ideas. remember when you spent three days trying to find out and memorize his schedule to try and ‘bump into him’ coincidentally?” he spits out while rolling his eyes like you’re a lost cause.

you throw the pen that you were using at him, only for it to hit his leg with no reaction.

“you folded without him even seeing you and you walked past him. god, it was so embarrassing, i wish i recorded it.” sion continues.

“okay so what is this slander i’m recieving.”

“i’m just saying, you’re gonna have to try harder” he says as he goes to his own room.

when he finally walks off and stops bothering you, you cover you face with your hands, trying to come up with ideas.

dramatic scene? cute promposal? letter in his locker?

you give up, but nothing feels worse than how jaehee keeps acting normal.

he likes your stories, replying to them with things like, “LMFAO ur so unserious.” he even waved to you this morning. the sleepy eyed, hoodie-draped, and unbothered jaehee. doing literally anything like your heart isn’t currently on life support.

you wish he’d do something, anything, to give you a reason to run or stay. instead, he keeps being, well… jaehee. kind, warm, and impossibly close.

[queue a confession plan montage]

you draft text messages before deleting them. you consider fake crying in front of him to get his attention. you rehearse dramatic lines in the mirror like, “if i don’t say this now, i never will”

sion just watching all of this happen in horror. “you need a nap and a divine intervention.”

and just like that, time passes by a little too fast and the clock hit’s midnight.

one day left

sion sighs, “enough. it’s not about the how. just do it. three minutes of courage, remember?” he says, reassuring you with each hand on your shoulder. “doesn’t matter what you say. it matters that you say it.”

you’re almost out of time and somehow you’re still not ready enough to tell the boy who’s always been there that you’ve had feelings for him for a while now. it doesn’t help that you guys can have a normal conversation and he stands there, completely unaware that you’re counting down the minutes like a ticking time bomb, like the world was going to explode.

1:57 — skip the intro, need no outro

you wake up after staying up till two in the morning. it’s not like it’s easy to sleep after finding out you have less than 24 hours to confess.

the sound of the alam is screaming at you. not ringing, not chiming, screaming.

sometime last week sion changed you alarm’s name to “WAKE UP OR DIE” which is quite fitting actually since you’re halfway to cardiac arrest when you see the time.

class started 15 minutes ago.

the last class with jaehee

your last chance.

you bolt upright, take a deep breath of regret, and trip over your own feet before trying to get out of bed. your voice croaks on impact.

“ow- what the… i sound like a dying goat.”

of course you get a sudden sore throat that makes your voice extra raspy, not the best for confessions.

and just when you thought it couldn’t get any worse, you go to your bathroom for a mirror check. disaster confirmed.

your hair looks like you just lost a wrestling match with a random squirrel and your hoodie is wrinkled beyond saving. gotta love that bed hair and sleeping with your hoodie.

“i can’t confess like this,” you mutter, voice still raspy, a little better though after you chug a glass of water. you yank your hoodie’s hood up in shame.

but you have two choices.

1. hide in your room forever and never speak to kim jaehee ever again.

2. show up to class, late, looking like someone’s worst picture day photo and pray he still looks at you the same.

of course, you choose humiliation.

getting there was… an experience. your bag was bouncing like crazy, slung on your shoulder. you can’t count how many times it almost fell off of it.

but by some miracle, you arrive outside the lecture hall just as class ends. time is actually running out and it’s all hitting you now.

your heart is pounding. you’re seconds from turning around and admitting defeat when-

you see him

jaehee. leaning against the wall in the hallway. backpack slung over one shoulder, scrolling through his phone, waiting for no one

or maybe you.

your breath catches. not because he sees you, but because he doesn’t. not right away at least

suddenly, your care about the way you look disappears. because if you turn around you, you’ll regret it forever.

you step forward, voice gone, thoughts racing, hands shaking.

jaehee looks up. his eyes catch on you instantly. and he smiles. that same smile that is so precious that it makes you want to frame it.

“yo, you look like you just fought a wind tunnel. you okay?”

you open your mouth. nothing comes out. not even a word. just-

“i—uh—hh—hi” you manage to get out.

your voice breaks. like, full on voice crack catastrophe. jaehee blinks then laughs like nothings wrong.

“you sick or something?”

you shake your head, clutching your chest like it’ll steady your heart. “just tired”

he tilts his head, feeling like he’s watching you a little longer than necessary. “you sure?”

you nod. and somehow that gives you the nerves to say, “can we talk? after school?”

his expression shifts. just slightly. curious. gentle “yeah. of course”

and that’s it. you don’t run. you don’t faint. you just walk away, hoodie clutched tight and stomach flipping.

it wasn’t the best confession, but it was something.

2:47 — turn the beat up, volume up, tune out the noise and now listen here.

you don’t see the text.

you’re halfway through spiraling in your locker mirror, trying to flatten your hair with your sleeve and mouth a pep talk to your reflection. when jaehee’s message comes in.

[jaehee: where should we meet?]

[jaehee: or i can just wait outside?]

you don’t check your phone, you don’t check anything. but you begin to make your way to the same hallway you encountered him earlier.

you’re too deep in your head. rehearsing lines you won’t remember. praying your heart doesn’t fall out of your chest and onto the hallway floor.

and then you turn a corner.

so does he.

he’s looking at his phone. you’re completely zoned out.

bam.

it’s not a full-on crash, but it’s enough to knock you off balance, hands flailing, a soft “ah !” slipping out, heart immediately doing parkour in your chest.

“oh—sorry—”

you look up.

jaehee. his hoodie. his smile. his dumb, perfect face.

“whoa, that’s my bad,” he says, already steadying you by the arm. “you okay?”

your mouth opens. and before you can stop yourself, it all comes out, “i like you.”

you don’t even realize you’ve said it until it’s out in the air. soft, sudden, too fast. like slipping on a step you thought was solid.

jaehee freezes.

you swear you see his eyebrows twitch, just slightly, and his grip on your arm loosens in slow motion. he blinks. then stares. not confused, not shocked. just… processing.

and your body goes cold.

“i—” your voice shakes. “i didn’t mean to say it like that. or here. or now. it wasn’t supposed to be in a hallway after i almost headbutted you—”

he doesn’t say anything.

you keep going. rambling like your brain is sprinting to outrun your shame.

“i had this whole plan. i mean, kind of. okay not really. i panicked, like, a lot. there was going to be a letter. then a conversation. now it’s just—word vomit.”

you force a laugh. it dies halfway out of your mouth.

“i like you. surprise, i guess. i swear i’m not usually this much of a mess.”

you glance up. he’s still looking at you. and then, finally.

he smiles.

not a huge one. not a smirk. just this soft, lopsided curve that starts in his eyes before it hits his lips. like the truth of what you said has landed and he’s letting it settle.

“do you want to try again,” he says quietly, “but slower this time?”

you stare. “what?”

he shrugs, like it’s the most normal thing in the world. “i want to hear you say it again. but, y’know… like you mean it.”

“i do mean it,” you say, breath catching.

“then say it. slower. this time I’ll listen with both ears.”

he’s teasing, just a little. but his voice is so calm. so real. like he’s trying to make it easier for you to breathe. so you do. you inhale, exhale, and look him in the eyes.

“i like you,” you say again. “you’re kind. and funny. and too nice sometimes. and i’ve been trying to ignore it, but every time you smile or laugh or say my name like it’s not a big deal, i just—” you pause. “i like you. a lot.”

he watches you. his smile softens. and this time, he steps closer.

“i was hoping that’s what you were going to say,” he murmurs. “i’ve kind of been waiting.”

your breath hitches. “you have?”

he laughs. quiet, sweet, like the sound of a secret being kept safe. “you think i just replied to all those 2 a.m. memes and came to study sessions for fun?”

your mouth gapes. “i thought you were just… being nice!”

“i am nice,” he grins, “but not that nice.”

you both laugh. and it’s quiet again, but not the heavy kind. this silence feels full. like the space right before a song drops.

like waiting for the best chorus to begin.

3:00 — a whole three minute song is a weird flex

you’re not sure how long you walk.

you don’t even remember where you were going anymore. the hallway doesn’t matter. the clock doesn’t matter. it’s just the two of you, side by side, your hand almost brushing his, your heart still caught somewhere between your ribs and the ceiling.

jaehee is smiling, not the ‘too polite’ kind, not the ‘just being friendly’ kind, it’s small and real, like he’s holding this moment with both hands.

“you’re really quiet,” he says eventually, glancing over at you.

you blink like you just woke up from a dream. “am i?”

“you haven’t said a full sentence in like… five minutes.”

you groan softly and rub your hands over your face. “sorry. i think my brain exploded.”

he laughs. “it’s okay. i kinda liked the word vomit version too.”

you glare at him playfully. “can you not call my deepest emotional breakthrough vomit? only i can call it that.”

“fine,” he teases. “emotional confetti. better?”

you roll your eyes, but the situation makes your cheeks burn. because this is real. this is really happening. you said it. he heard it. he smiled.

but your chest still feels tight. your thoughts still loop like a broken record. you mumble, mostly to yourself, “i don’t know what i’m supposed to do now…”

“what do you mean?”

you shrug, eyes fixed on your shoes. “i’ve never actually… gotten here. past the crush part. past the chaos. this is the part where i usually, i don’t know, daydream?”

you laugh, but it’s fragile. your voice trembles on the edges. “what if i mess it up? or get weird? or scare you off?”

jaehee stops walking. you feel his hand barely graze yours again.

then, he laces your pinky with his. just that. not a full handhold. not a bold move. just a promise in miniature.

“then we take it slow,” he says. “we figure it out. together.”

you stare at your tangled pinkies. your voice is a whisper. “you really like me?”

“is that a serious question after like three confessions and a hallway collision?”

you grin. and it finally sinks in.

he likes you.

you like him.

and somehow… that’s enough.

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somewhere across campus, sion is binging some show in your shared dorm room, phone in hand, waiting for your dramatic all-caps text. instead, he gets this,

[you: i did it.]

[you: i think he likes me.]

[you: like. actually.]

ten seconds later:

[sion: SHUT. UP.]

[sion: YOU ACTUALLY SAID IT?!]

[sion: OMG YOU’RE A LEGEND I’M GOING TO FRAME THIS]

[sion: did you cry. be honest.]

[sion: IS HE HOLDING YOUR HAND.]

you smile down at the screen.

jaehee peeks over your shoulder. “who’s that?”

“sion. he’s been emotionally invested in this since day one.”

“should i say hi?”

“if you do, he might rub it in my face that he was right and that you did like me.”

jaehee grins. “we’ll save that for the next confession, then.”

and you just… laugh. because maybe love doesn’t need fireworks or speeches.

maybe all it needs is a little chaos, a little courage, and someone who smiles when you stumble.

three minutes is enough time after all.

ty for reading :>

perm taglist : @s0shroe @minoouz @the0p @mon2sunjinsuver @solkver @lov3lyaaru @tanghuyuj

nct wish taglist : @solkver @j4d

[fuzzbae]

pieces of myself ( hwang intak )

▍ intak reminds you that you’re enough as you are.

content: 1600 words, male reader, added member!reader, angst, hurt/comfort, boyfriend!intak, reader is having a breakdown, intak is the biggest sweetheart.

the dressing room was colder than usual.

the harsh overhead lights flickered softly, casting long, silent shadows across the space.

it felt like time was moving in slow motion. your breath coming out in shallow, uneven gasps as you sat at the vanity, staring at your reflection in the mirror.

you had just finished another successful concert with the boys, another night of applause, screams, and flashing cameras. but all you could hear now, in the quiet aftermath, was the pounding in your chest.

the image staring back at you wasn't really you anymore.

the stage lights had dimmed, but the hollow feeling in your chest hadn't. you had spent hours perfecting that flawless image — perfect hair, perfect makeup, perfect posture. the boy the fans adored, the boy the company demanded you be.

but who was the real you?

who were you when the lights were off?

you had been suffocating for so long. the constant pressure, the weight of expectations from the fans, the industry, and — perhaps most of all — the pressure you put on yourself to meet them.

there were days when the smile you wore in front of the cameras felt like it was carved into your face, like a mask you couldn't remove. and every day, the weight of the mask felt heavier.

but today? today, it felt unbearable.

the knock on the door broke the silence, but you didn't move.

you didn't want to face anyone, least of all the one person who always made you feel like you were more than just the idol everyone expected you to be.

"y/n? are you in there?" it was intak, his voice low but filled with concern.

you swallowed, trying to steady your breath, trying to put on a face for him.

"yeah, i'm fine," you said quickly, the lie tasting bitter in your mouth.

you hadn't been fine for a while now, but saying it out loud made it feel real.

the door creaked open, and in he walked.

his eyes instantly fell on you. you hadn't even turned your face toward him, but the way he stood there, so still, so patient, told you everything you needed to know.

he had known something was wrong the moment you'd entered the building, and he hadn't stopped looking for you since. he'd noticed the way you'd withdrawn into yourself during the performance, the way your usual spark seemed dulled.

but intak wasn't the type to push when you weren't ready, so he waited. but now, seeing the emptiness in your eyes, he couldn't stand the silence anymore.

"y/n..." his voice was so soft, so full of empathy. "what's going on?"

you hated the way your throat closed at his words, how they made everything inside you feel more fragile, more exposed.

you had tried so hard to keep everything locked inside, but in front of him, it felt like it was all coming apart.

"i'm fine," you repeated, your voice hoarse, barely above a whisper.

"no, you're not," intak stepped closer, his voice gentle but firm. "you don't have to keep pretending with me, y/n. please, talk to me. what's going on?"

you could feel your chest tightening, the familiar sensation of a breakdown creeping up.

but you held it back, like you always did.

you couldn't let him see you like this. you couldn't show him the weakness, the cracks in the perfect image you were supposed to embody.

"i just need a minute," you said, your voice strained, desperate to push him away so you wouldn't have to face the pain.

but intak wasn't backing off.

he knelt beside you, his expression softening as he reached out to touch your arm.

"it's okay. you don't have to do this alone. you're not weak, y/n. you're allowed to break sometimes. but you don't have to carry all of this on your own."

the words were like a bomb going off inside of you. the dam you had spent so long building finally cracked.

you didn't want to cry. you didn't want to fall apart in front of him, but the moment intak touched you, his warmth, his concern, the tears flooded out.

you couldn't stop them.

"i... i don't know what's wrong with me, intak," you whispered, voice breaking with the weight of all the fear you'd been holding in. "i'm supposed to be perfect. i'm supposed to be this idol that everyone looks up to, but i can't keep doing it anymore. i'm so tired. i'm just so... tired."

your body shook with the force of your sobs, the overwhelming exhaustion finally spilling over. you felt like you were suffocating under the pressure.

the company, the fans, the endless expectations. it all felt so far removed from who you were as a person. you had always done your best to keep up the image. smiling, laughing, always giving more than you thought you had.

but now? now you didn't even know who you were.

intak didn't say anything for a moment. he just sat there, quietly watching you, as if giving you the space to let it all out. his hand remained on your shoulder, his touch reassuring but gentle.

"you don't have to be perfect, y/n."

he finally whispered, his voice filled with such tenderness that it almost felt like he was trying to heal the broken pieces of you.

"you don't have to carry the weight of the world on your shoulders. it's okay to be tired. it's okay to need a break. you're allowed to be human."

"i'm not perfect," you gasped through your sobs, shaking your head as though the words themselves physically hurt. "i'm so scared that one day i'm going to wake up and everything will come crashing down. what if they hate me? what if they don't love me for who i really am?"

intak's hand tightened on your shoulder, and you could feel the ache in his chest, too, as if hearing the depth of your pain hurt him just as much as it hurt you.

it was breaking him, but he wasn't going anywhere. he couldn't leave you like this.

"y/n, listen to me," he said softly, lifting your chin so that you had to look at him.

his eyes were filled with so much emotion that it made your heart ache.

"i don't care if you're perfect. i don't care about the image the company created for you or what anyone expects. you're enough. just as you are."

you shook your head, unable to accept his words. you didn't believe them.

not when you felt so far removed from the person everyone thought you were. the real you. the person that had been buried under layers of expectation. the person who didn't even know if they could go on pretending anymore.

"i'm not enough," you whispered, broken. "i'm not good enough for you. i'm not good enough for anyone."

you could feel your chest constricting again, the weight of your self-doubt pressing down on you like a vice.

intak's eyes filled with anguish, his face scrunching up with the emotion he couldn't hide. it physically hurt him to see you like this, to see the person he loved so much torn apart by invisible forces.

"y/n," he said, his voice shaking now. "you are more than enough. don't you get it? i'm not with you because of your image. i'm not with you because of the fans. i'm with you because i love you. the real you. the person who cares so much for others, the person who makes me laugh when i'm down, the person who gets frustrated with the smallest mistakes and pushes himself to do better. you're perfect in the way that matters. you're perfect to me."

his words, raw and sincere, were like a balm to the wound in your heart. but even as he spoke them, you couldn't fully believe them.

the weight of everything you were carrying felt too heavy. the fear that you weren't worthy of his love, the fear that one day everything would come crashing down, clouded your mind.

the pressure was suffocating.

"i don't know how to be that person anymore," you admitted, your voice barely audible. "i don't know who i am without all of this. without the image, the expectations. i don't even recognize myself anymore. i just feel so... lost."

intak's heart broke even further, and before you could say anything else, he pulled you into his arms.

it was a tight, protective hug, the kind that wrapped around you like a shield, like he would never let go. he buried his face in your hair, holding you as if he could absorb all of your pain and exhaustion into himself.

"i'm so sorry, y/n," he whispered, his voice breaking. "i never wanted you to feel like this. i just want you to be happy. i just want you to be okay."

and in that moment, all the walls you'd built around yourself, all the lies you'd told, started to crumble.

you felt his love, steady and unwavering, surrounding you. his warmth was the only thing that made the fear and exhaustion bearable.

"i'll help you," he said softly, pulling back just enough to kiss your forehead. "we'll figure this out together. you don't have to carry this weight alone. i'm here. i'm always here."

for the first time in what felt like forever, you let yourself lean into him completely.

the overwhelming flood of emotions left you raw and vulnerable, but with intak beside you, it didn't feel like the end. it felt like the beginning of something new.

maybe it wouldn't be easy. maybe you'd still have moments where the weight of everything felt unbearable. but for now, you didn't have to pretend anymore.

you weren't alone. and that was enough.

[fuzzbae]

no lines left ( lee jeno )

jeno and you end up way more close than either of you ever planned.

❛ content 1.3k words, 18+, explicit sexual content, top! male reader, handjob (jeno receiving), jeno is a whining mess, gentle praise, both are down bad.

you lost count of how many times jeno had stayed over.

at this point, it wasn’t just a casual hangout — it was just your ritual. friday night. takeout. dumb youtube videos. maybe a rewatch of some movie you both knew by heart. jeno always took the left side of the bed. he always stole your hoodie. always pressed just a little too close when he didn’t have to.

but tonight just felt… different.

it wasn’t that the lights were dimmer, or that the rain tapping on the window made the world feel smaller — although it did. it wasn’t even the fact that jeno was wearing just a tank top and boxers, legs sprawled across your lap while the tv droned in the background.

it was the way he looked at you.

like he’d already decided something and was just waiting for you to catch up.

“you ever think,” jeno started, voice low, casual on the surface but too careful underneath. “that we’re… too close?”

you tilted your head, heart thudding just a little. “too close?”

“yeah,” his fingers toyed with the hem of your shirt. “like… we’re not dating, but it kinda feels like we are sometimes.”

you stared at him for a beat. his eyes were focused on his own hand — the way it bunched the fabric between your ribs — but you saw his throat bob as he swallowed.

“been thinking about it a lot?” you asked, voice soft.

jeno didn’t answer right away. he just leaned his head back against the wall, biting his bottom lip. then, without looking at you :

“yeah.”

the air shifted — warm and electric and charged. his body heat soaked into you, into your skin, into your brain. he smelled like clean soap and your laundry detergent, and something else distinctly him — earthy, masculine, something that had your mouth dry.

“you know i’d do anything for you, right?” you said quietly.

jeno looked over then, eyes wide and open, and fuck, he looked so pretty like that — all soft lips and flushed cheeks, skin lit golden by the bedside lamp.

“yeah,” he said, voice barely above a whisper. “i know.”

your hand slid over his thigh, slow and steady. you felt the way his breath caught, how his body subtly leaned into your touch like he was already halfway gone.

“then let me do something for you now,” you murmured.

his lashes fluttered. “y/n…”

the sound of your name from his mouth — soft, aching — did something dangerous to you. your hand crept higher, fingers tracing the inside of his thigh, brushing the edge of his boxers. he spread his legs more willingly than you expected, muscles tense beneath your touch.

“you can stop me any time,” you offered, giving him an out he wouldn’t take.

“i don’t want to stop you,” jeno said, so fast it almost stumbled out. “fuck. i’ve wanted this— i’ve wanted you for so long.”

you swore your heart actually skipped.

he was panting already, chest rising and falling under the tank top that clung to him. his hands gripped the blanket underneath you both, knuckles pale, like he was already bracing himself.

you slid your hand under the waistband of his boxers.

the sound he made — something soft, broken, and so needy — punched straight through you.

“shit,” he whispered, head tipping back. “oh my god…”

he was already hard for you, twitching in your palm, skin hot to the touch. you stroked him slowly at first, just enough to make him gasp, your thumb brushing over the slit where he was already leaking.

“you’re so sensitive,” you breathed, fascinated. “you like being touched like this?”

“i—i love it,” jeno whined, and it was so much, the way he arched slightly off the bed, the way his legs spread wider like he wanted to give you more access. “fuck, your hand—feels so good.”

you tightened your grip just a little and picked up the pace, stroking him smooth and steady. the way his body responded — hips rolling up into your fist, lips parting, fingers twitching — had your own cock throbbing, though you didn’t even care about getting off right now.

you just wanted to watch him fall apart.

“please,” he gasped, eyes screwed shut. “don’t stop—please don’t stop.”

“i’m not going anywhere,” you murmured. “just relax, baby. let me take care of you.”

that did something to him. his whole body shivered at the nickname. one of his hands left the blanket, reaching blindly until it found your forearm, clutching it tight like he needed something to hold onto.

the room was thick with heat and breathing — his especially. short, desperate, like he couldn’t get enough air. his thighs were trembling under your hand. you leaned in close, pressing a kiss to the side of his neck, and he keened.

“y/n—fuck—i can’t—”

“you can,” you whispered against his skin. “i’ve got you.”

your hand worked faster now, your thumb teasing the sensitive head, your palm catching every slick sound as he leaked over your fingers. the way his cock jumped in your fist every time you whispered to him — or moaned quietly just to tease — made it clear how fucking desperate he really was.

“i—i think i’m gonna—fuck—” his voice cracked, body tensing hard under you.

you leaned in, gently kissed his jaw, stroked him hard through it.

“come for me, baby,” you said, voice dark, warm against his cheek. “let go.”

and he did.

he came with a sob, burying his face in your neck, his whole body jerking as thick ropes spilled hot over your hand. you didn’t stop until he was done shaking, done whimpering, hips twitching from oversensitivity as you slowed your strokes.

when you finally pulled your hand away, he slumped back against the pillows, dazed, eyes half-lidded and shining.

you reached for a tissue, cleaned him gently, quietly, and then tossed it aside before crawling up next to him again, pressing your body alongside his. his fingers immediately sought yours out.

there was no hesitation. he laced them.

he was still panting softly, hair messy, lips red. he looked ruined in the best way possible — and completely yours.

“so,” he said after a long moment, voice raspy and fucked-out. “does this mean you’ll finally stop pretending you don’t like me?”

you let out a soft laugh, thumb stroking across his knuckles.

“i was down bad the second you started stealing my hoodies,” you admitted. “you think i let just anyone wear my clothes?”

“thought you were just being a nice best friend,” he murmured, eyes soft.

you looked at him and felt something settle in your chest. something so real.

“nah,” you said. “i’ve been gone for you. and i think you knew it.”

he grinned sleepily and tugged you closer.

“i knew,” he whispered. “i was just waiting for you to catch up.”

you kissed him then — slow and deep — and this time, it wasn’t just need. it was everything else that had been sitting between you for years. all that non-said longing, all those looks that lasted a little too long. the brushes of skin that lingered. the shared beds.

the truth was, there’d never really been a line between the two of you.

and now, there was nothing left to cross.

[fuzzbae]

"This Night, You're Mine"

pairings: idol!jiwoong x bottom!mreader

genre: smut

t.w. : one night stand😝😝

a.n. : pls req im bored.

The hotel bar wasn’t particularly crowded, but it was noisy enough to feel anonymous. You had just settled into a corner seat, nursing your drink, when he walked in.

Kim Jiwoong.

You recognized him immediately. How could you not? He was him—the visual, the heartthrob, the impossible idol that everyone wanted but no one could touch. You froze, unsure if you should stare, look away, or pretend you hadn’t noticed. Your pulse fluttered painfully in your throat.

You’d only seen him on screens. Now he was here, breathing the same air, his fitted black shirt clinging just right to his frame, hair slightly tousled like he’d just come from somewhere important.

And then—he looked at you.

Not just in passing. Not just a glance.

His eyes lingered. Assessed. Soft, dark, curious. And then, he smiled.

You didn’t know how it happened so fast. The next thing you knew, he was sitting beside you, his cologne subtle but intoxicating.

“You alone?” His voice was lower, smoother than you expected, with a teasing edge.

Your throat went dry. “Y-Yeah.”

“You know who I am, right?” He didn’t sound arrogant. Just careful.

You nodded. “I do.”

“Still staying?”

The question was loaded. You understood what he was offering. One night. Nothing more. Something he shouldn’t give, something you shouldn’t accept.

But you said yes anyway.

His hotel room was luxurious, but you didn’t have time to admire it. The moment the door clicked shut, Jiwoong caged you against it, one palm braced near your head, the other lightly gripping your chin to tilt your face up to his.

“You sure about this?” His thumb brushed your bottom lip, sending a shiver down your spine. “One night,” you whispered, almost to remind yourself.

He smiled softly. “Then let me make you feel good.”

His lips met yours in a slow, devastating kiss. Not rushed, not greedy—but firm, deep, all-consuming. Like he wanted to memorize you. His tongue swept into your mouth, teasing until you were dizzy, clinging to his shoulders like he was the only thing keeping you upright.

His hands mapped your body carefully, unbuttoning your shirt one slow snap at a time. He took his time, lips dragging over the fresh skin he exposed, kissing down your neck, biting softly at your collarbone.

“You’re shaking,” he murmured against your skin.

“I’ve… I’ve never done this with someone like you.”

His breath caught for a second, his hand pausing at your waist. “Someone like me?”

“Someone I can’t have,” you admitted, voice small.

His gaze softened, his thumb stroking slow circles at your hip. “You can have me tonight.”

It was unfair, the way he made it sound like a promise.

He stripped you down like you were something precious, every kiss and every touch deliberate. Jiwoong wasn’t in a rush. He wanted to feel you. To watch your chest rise and fall, to see your pupils dilate as he palmed you through your boxers, coaxing soft gasps from you with every stroke.

“You’re so sensitive,” he whispered, pressing an open-mouthed kiss to your stomach. “So responsive to me.”

You whined when his fingers teased your entrance, circling but not pushing in just yet. He watched you carefully, waiting for you to meet his eyes.

“Okay?” “Please,” you breathed, legs already trembling.

His pace was slow, patient. One finger, then two, carefully stretching you open as he murmured praise between soft kisses.

“You’re doing so well.” “You feel so good around me already.” “Relax, baby. I’ve got you.”

You nearly sobbed when he finally pushed inside—thick, hot, filling you inch by inch until you were full of him, forehead pressed to his shoulder as your body adjusted.

“Shh, I know,” he cooed, brushing your hair back. “You’re taking me so well.”

Jiwoong set a rhythm that was deep and steady, his hips rolling with slow precision, each thrust hitting just right, dragging moans from your throat that you couldn’t hold back. He kissed you through all of it, swallowing your sounds, whispering your name like it was something he wanted to remember forever.

“This night, you’re mine,” he said, voice low and shaky against your ear. “Only mine.”

You clung to him like your life depended on it, gasping as the pleasure built unbearably tight in your core.

“Jiwoong—ah—I’m—”

“I know, baby, I know. Let go. Cum for me.”

You shattered around him, crying out his name as you came, body trembling violently as he kept thrusting through your high. Jiwoong followed soon after, groaning lowly as he filled you, holding you close like he never wanted to let you go.

He didn’t pull away immediately. He stayed, pressing soft kisses to your sweat-damp skin, stroking your back until your breathing steadied.

“Just for tonight, huh?” he murmured, brushing his nose against your temple.

“Yeah,” you whispered, even though you already knew you’d remember this forever.

Jiwoong’s arms tightened around you. “Then let’s make the most of it.”

His lips found yours again—slower this time, tender. Like maybe, just maybe, he wished it didn’t have to end with the sunrise.

[fuzzbae]

OKAYYYYBSAUDGJABSDHGAVS

Only You

🎵Diet Pepsi - Addison Rae🎵

pairings: san x bottom!mreader

genre: smut

t.w. : san is inside you now :>

POLL FF, PART TWO

P1

His hoodie’s half off now, riding up his back, clinging to his arms. His skin is flushed, his lips slick, his eyes dark and blown wide with need.

You’re still catching your breath when he leans down and kisses you again — deeper this time, hungrier.

“You’re unbelievable,” he mumbles against your mouth. “Sounded so fucking perfect for me.”

You palm his waist, fingers slipping under the hem of the hoodie. His hips stutter when you squeeze. He’s hard — so hard — and he’s been holding back this entire time.

“You didn’t come,” you murmur, kissing just under his jaw.

“No,” he breathes. “Didn’t want to. Not until I got to feel you like this.”

He presses his hips down into yours, slow and deliberate. You both groan, heat grinding between you through the thin cotton of his boxers and yours. He rocks into you again, whining softly as your hands slip down to grab his ass, pulling him closer.

“San,” you pant. “Want you inside me.”

His breath catches.

“Yeah?” he whispers. “You sure?”

“Please.”

That’s all it takes.

He sits up just enough to strip his hoodie the rest of the way off. His hair falls messily across his forehead. You reach up and push it back, watching the way he shivers just from your touch.

“You’re so beautiful,” you tell him.

His face softens, just for a second — before it twists into something more desperate. He leans down, kissing you hard, and you feel the shift in him.

Still soft. Still loving. But aching now.

You help each other out of the last bits of clothing, limbs tangled, gasps shared between kisses. When he finally sinks into you, it’s slow — like he’s savoring every second. His hand’s in yours, fingers laced tight. His forehead pressed to yours.

You both moan at the stretch, the warmth, the closeness.

“God, you feel so good,” he groans, voice thick and shaking. “So warm around me. So tight.”

His hips move in slow, deep rolls — perfect rhythm, all grind and friction and intent. He kisses you between every thrust. Your neck. Your lips. Your chest.

“Wanted this all day,” he pants. “Just wanted to come home and be inside you. Wanted to see you like this — underneath me, holding me, needing me.”

“I do,” you whisper. “Need you.”

He groans, grinding deeper. “Yeah? Say it again.”

“I need you.”

“Fuck. You’re gonna make me come just from that.”

His rhythm picks up. Your legs tighten around his waist. Every sound he makes goes straight to your spine — the gasps, the breathy curses, the whispered praise.

When he starts to fall apart, it’s quiet and intense. His thrusts falter. His jaw drops. His moan gets caught in his throat. He buries his face in your neck and whimpers as he comes deep inside you, body trembling.

Neither of you move for a while. Just breathing. Tangled up. Sweaty, shaky, satisfied.

Eventually, San lifts his head and kisses your jaw.

“You okay?”

You nod, brushing his hair back again. “More than okay.”

He smiles, eyes full of that soft, melted look that only comes after he’s given everything.

He pulls out gently, grabs a towel from the side table (you have no idea when he prepped that — of course he did), and takes care of you like he always does: quietly, lovingly, without a word of complaint.

When he climbs back into bed, he tugs his hoodie back on — still warm from your body — and pulls you into his chest.

You rest there, listening to his heartbeat, feeling it slow beneath your cheek.

“Next time,” he whispers, voice playful, “I’m letting you ride me. Hoodie stays on.”

[fuzzbae]

SAN TAKING CARE OF M!READER jawhbkajweba

Only You

🎵Diet Pepsi - Addison Rae🎵

pairings: san x bottom!mreader

genre: smut

t.w. : san sucks you off 🤭

POLL FF, PART ONE

P2

It’s been a long day.

You're slouched on the couch, hoodie on — his hoodie — oversized, warm, and still faintly carrying the scent of him: fresh laundry and something distinctly San. The low hum of the TV plays in the background, forgotten.

You barely register him walking in until you feel the dip of the cushion beside you and the touch of his hand on your knee. He’s kneeling in front of you now, sleeves pushed up, hoodie loose, hair falling in his eyes.

“You’ve been quiet,” he says gently, voice soft but grounding. “Rough day?”

You nod.

He doesn’t ask for more. He just looks at you like you’re the only thing in the room. His hand slides up your thigh, warm and steady. Then he leans in and presses a kiss to the side of your neck.

“Let me take care of you.”

His voice is low. Not commanding — comforting. Like an offer. A promise.

You don’t answer. You just exhale, body leaning into him like instinct. That’s all he needs.

He helps you shift back on the couch, pulls your sweatpants down slowly, eyes never leaving yours. There’s no rush in him. Just hunger in the way his hands explore, how he spreads your legs with gentle pressure and kisses down your stomach, slow and worshipful.

“Can I?” he asks softly, his breath ghosting over your length. “Want you to feel good. Let me?”

Your hand finds his hair, fingers threading in. You nod.

San smiles. Just a little. Then he bends down and devours you — not with aggression, but focus. Care. Worship. Tongue slow at first, tracing every inch like he’s memorizing you. His hands press into your thighs, keeping you steady while his mouth works you open.

“Fuck—San…” you breathe.

He hums around you, the sound sending a shiver through your spine. He loves that. You can see it in the way his eyes flick up to watch your face, like he lives for every twitch, every curse you whisper. One hand slips under the hoodie you’re wearing — his hoodie — to rest on your stomach, grounding you.

“That’s it,” he murmurs when he comes up for air, voice wrecked. “You sound so good. Wanna hear you fall apart for me.”

He doesn't stop until you do.

When you come, it’s intense — sharp pleasure and deep relief. He stays right there, mouth and hands moving gently until your thighs stop shaking.

Then he crawls back up, resting on top of you, hoodie bunched up around his arms, breath warm against your jaw.

“You good?” he asks softly, wiping at the corner of his mouth.

“Yeah,” you manage, still dazed. “Fuck.”

He smiles and presses a kiss to your cheek.

“You looked like you needed to be taken care of,” he says, like it’s the most obvious thing in the world. “Let me know when you’re ready for round two.”

He grinds down into you just enough for you to feel how hard he still is — and you know damn well he hasn't even touched himself yet.

“Didn’t you…?”

San shakes his head, dragging his hoodie off with one hand, his smile turning sly.

“Told you. Tonight’s about you