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PAST MIDNIGHT | Sim Jake | Park Sunghoon

summary: Being called over to their shared dorm after meeting at a night out in the club.

warnings: (minors dni), pure heavy smut (graphic), swearing, slight size kink (?), slight degrading kink, (Sunghoon referred to as “hoon” at times), (sunghoon as a very rough dom), (jake as the sweetest most romantic dom ever it hurts), not proofread

a/n: this one had me giggling and twirling my hair (also sunghoon seems like such a jeep guy to me). sacrificed my sleep for this so at least try to enjoy whores <3

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Jake pushed his way through the crowd, hands behind your back, leading you towards the entrance.

Practically being thrown into the backseat of Sunghoon’s jeep, you trembled as you felt Jake pull on the straps of your dress.

The cold breeze of the air conditioning hit your bare chest, making you shiver.

“Oh, so pretty baby,” Jake sighed softly, his mouth latching onto your tits, sucking sweet and slow. He touched and teased, loving how soft your skin felt in his long, veiny hands.

Your back arched at the way his tongue felt around you.

Sunghoon — seated next to you — lifted you up to let your head rest in his lap, leaning down to connect your lips.

You felt him attacking your mouth, his tongue impatient, curling against yours. The kiss got more heated, you could feel Jake’s hands pulling down the pink lace underwear that matched perfectly with your satin dress.

“Already dripping for me,” he groaned at the sight of your wetness seeping out your heat.

His hands rubbed your clit at a slow and teasing pace. You moaned into Sunghoon’s mouth, one of your arms around his neck and the other holding Jake. Grabbing Jake’s hand, you motioned for him to speed up, failing miserably.

A soft chuckle came from him. You could hear his smile as you and Sunghoon sucked and slurped on each other’s tongues. “You want more, baby?” He teased again.

“Yes, for fuck’s sake” you moaned, lips at the corner of Hoon’s mouth.

A slap was sent to your throbbing cunt, making you whine, your grip tightening on Hoon’s neck bringing him closer.

“Don’t be bratty, love,” Jake cooed at you. God you wished you could get a good look at him. The way his hair had looked. His mouth, that you so badly wanted to feel between your legs.

“What do you say?” He purred at you with that delicious voice of his. Jake’s hands caressed your thighs, keeping them pushed apart.

“Please, I want more. I need more,” you begged.

The same chuckle had left his lips, making you feel like he’d been fucking your ears with his velvety-silk voice. Jake propped up one of your legs on his shoulder, folding the other in half, stretching it over so it hit the leather seats.

His mouth dove deep into your sopping wet cunt, closing in around your clit, sucking, licking up stripes of your arousal.

Your hands found his hair immediately, pushing his face further in, making him rub his nose in it.

Sunghoon had unbuttoned his jeans, guiding your hand over to stroke his thick, hardened cock; you were painfully eager for him to fuck you.

“Suck,” Sunghoon demanded, leaning down towards your ear, playing with your hair.

You turned your head, causing Jake to shuffle around. He moved over slightly, letting you take Sunghoon in your mouth. “Wrap your legs around me baby,” he said.

You lie there, spitting on Hoon’s cock, wrapping your legs around Jake, bringing his head deeper in. His tongue lapped up against you, occasionally stopping at times so he could suck on your sensitive bud. You could hear the sound of his lips puckering around you, tongue meeting your soaked walls.

“You taste so fucking good,” he groaned at the tug of his hair. You were getting impatient. Your head head bean bobbing up and down on Hoon’s dick, as you rolled your hips against Jake, wanting to feel more of him.

Sunghoon lifted his hips, starting to thrust into your mouth. Hands bunched up in your hair, as his hips met the sides of your face while you felt your mouth get fucked.

Jake’s hands had started to move down your clit, he peered up at you with his beautiful eyes, head still buried deep between your thighs that kept a strong hold on him.

He assaulted your cunt wuth his long, slender fingers, plunging deep and pulling back out again at a relentless pace.

“Fuck,” your moans got muffled around Hoon.

Sunghoon’s groans resembled deep growls, his hands coming around your neck, pushing you further down his cock, making your eyes roll into the back of your head as you felt his dick go deep down your throat.

You writhed beneath Jake, squirming on the leather beneath you at how his fingers curled so beautifully inside you. He was ruthless. So furious.

Sunghoon kept getting louder, as did you. “Look at you. Taking me like the whore you are, you’re probably such a little cumslut,” he spat in growls, panting and throwing his head back until it rolled into the headrest. His hands had pulled at your hair so much it got painful.

“Yes, daddy,” you moaned as you took him out your mouth, spitting once more. “wanna be your little cumslut,” you peered up at him through your lashes, stroking him. He slapped his cock around your mouth, teasing you.

“Please, daddy,” you begged, “need your cum all over me.”

He pushed inside your mouth once more, loving how warm your tongue was. You’d felt your cheeks go numb at how deep he went.

You were out of stamina by the time Hoon released strings of his cum into your mouth and all over your face — Jake’s fingers had been soaked in your climax after you came around them, hard.

Jake kissed you slow and sensual, letting you get a taste of yourself on his lips.

You watched him wipe his fingers clean as he took them in his mouth. “So good,” he relished tasting you.

Sunghoon had fixed his jeans back up, and moved over to the front seat.

Jake sat, sucking on the delicate skin of your neck, leaving love bites as Hoon drove back to their place. His laugh vibrated off of your skin as your arms wrapped around him.

You watched Sunghoon through the rear view mirror. His eyes on you any time there’d been a stop light. His gaze so intense — you were practically getting fucked through that mirror.

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Back at their place, you’d been fucked several different ways that night.

Sunghoon had you bent over the counter, fucking you mercilessly from behind. One of your legs resting on the counter, his skin meeting yours in harsh, repetitive slaps.

You watched as Jake sat on a chair, stroking himself as he watched you get fucked. He’d unbuttoned his shirt, hands feeling his own skin, tracing over the abs you so desperately wanted to touch. He teased himself, reaching inside his pants, eyes fixed on your naked body, craving the feeling of your dripping cunt being wrapped around him. His bottom lip pulled between his teeth, whines leaving his beautiful mouth with when he’d gotten a good look at your tits. Your face. How cum dripped out of you. Both your need to fuck each other getting more desperate.

“Fucking slut,” Hoon growled deep in your ear. “Couldn’t wait to be wrapped around me, hm? Finally getting what you want.” His voice shook with each hard thrust, making you whine at aggressiveness of his pace.

“Fuck, you feel so good, daddy,” you screamed out. Being filled up by him made your head fuzzy. You couldn’t stop the tears that escaped your eyes at how perfectly he stretched you out.

He picked you up, letting your arms wrap around him, locking eyes with you as you bounced up and down his dick.

As he looked into your eyes, feeling you caress his face so gently, your foreheads touching, he couldn’t help but lock both your lips in a passionate kiss.

Maybe it was the way you moved against him. Every curve of yours feeling like it was made for him. He was so in love with how you looked.

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You lie completely naked on Sunghoon’s bed — with Jake already fucking you deep into the mattress — watching him tower over you. So buff — looking gigantic in comparison. You felt yourself getting overstimulated at the glorious sight.

Your arms roamed Jake’s back, nails digging deeper into his skin. Your legs were wrapped around him securely, letting him hit the sweetest of spots.

“Fuck, yes Jake,” you moaned into the side of his neck, sighing ecstatically at how much harder he went after pulling out with each thrust. Like he’d done previously that night — Jake pulled one of your legs over his shoulders, now fucking you even more wild and senseless. This caused screams to rip through you.

“Mm, baby. So fucking tight for me,” he let out a string of moans. “You like it when I do that?”

“Mhm, need you so much” you panted, nodding at him eagerly. His lips enveloped yours in a kiss, groans left the two of you at how the passion was intensified.

Unwillingly, your eyes opened and watched Sunghoon still, who was stroking himself with his eyes burning into you. The way your breasts, your waist, your thighs, all were smeared in sweat, made him feel like he was so close to coming all over the sheets.

Jake had been moving way too fast for your orgasm to have been prolonged any longer, you could hear the sound of his hips snap against yours vigorously accompanied by those beautiful whimpers coming from him. “Oh baby, I’m so close,” he whispered, unable to form any other coherent thought, brows knit together and all.

Biting into his shoulder, you came, a loud scream getting stifled against his skin.

Jake had pulled out and released on your chest, his cum reaching your mouth as well. You stuck your tongue out at that, savouring the taste in your mouth. “So fucking pretty even when you’re a mess,” his voice was soft as he brushed your bottom lip with his thumb.

Jake picked you up, setting you on your knees pulling you in for a deep, messy kiss where your fingers entangled themselves in his hair, both your tongues clashing and making you two even more desperate to be near.

Sunghoon approached from behind, hands wrapping firmly around your waist, with his neck dipping into your neck. Your head rolled back into Hoon’s shoulder — leaving a string of saliva between you and Jake — loving the way he teased with open-mouthed kisses and his cock that brushed up against you. You gasped at the sudden contact.

Sunghoon then penetrated from behind, making your mouth form a big ‘O.’ Jake slipped inside again, letting you ease onto him.

They both moved at the same time, making your eyes flutter at how much you’d been stretched out.

“Oh, shit,” you couldn’t hold back the cries that left you at how both your holes felt abused.

One of your arms had pulled Sunghoon by his neck, the other gripping Jake’s shoulder. You were getting thrusted into with such force, it felt like you’d break in half any moment.

One of Hoon’s hands had a harsh grip on your tits as you tried get used to the feeling of Jake ramming into you at such a relentless pace, and Hoon whose other hand curved around your hips, letting him hit even deeper.

You had been entirely consumed by the feeling of both of them. The screams that left you were now almost let out unconsciously, having a mind of their own.

The three of you had engulfed the room with your moans and groans, the sound of fucking and a bed that was awfully close to breaking.

Sunghoon felt himself grow closer to his high, as did Jake. He growled into your shoulder; Jake whimpered into your mouth.

You felt your body shake as a huge wave of pleasure had hit you, feeling exhaustion start to take over at how well you’d been fucked that night.

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jayschaconne · 8 months ago

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damn I need part 2 of lovesick !!!

I DIDNT KNOW IT WAS THAT ANGSTY ILL START WRITING IT SOON 😔💔

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jayschaconne · 8 months ago

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LOVESICK | Kim Sunoo

summary: While on summer vacation you find yourself falling for Sunoo in just a matter of seconds.

warnings: (minors dni), heavy smut, unprotected sex, size kink (?) (idk about y’all but I LOVE Sunoo’s shoulders), swearing (excessive use of the word ‘cunt’), both reader and Sunoo are down bad (ALSO VERY FREAKY) (not proofread)

genre: fluff, smut, angst

a/n: I’ve finally written about all of enha on here omg. also this isn’t what I wanted it to be so try and enjoy it ig. sorry for making it long.

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There were green leaves scattered across the street. The sun hitting your eyes, blocking your vision.

You carried a tote bag with books you’d just checked out from the library nearby. Coming to visit your parents’ home country wasn’t your most favourite thing to do, but getting to take in the fresh summer breeze and stroll across streets you’d grown accustomed to had soothed you in its own ways.

It was pretty out. You loved the fresh green grass and the trees that sheltered you from the harsh sunlight. The serene, ocean-blue skies that were peppered with clouds shaped like hearts and different animals, making you laugh to yourself.

All the while you’d been preoccupied, you’d forgot to take notice of things around you. This caused you to so suddenly bump into someone and land flat on the ground. You were sure you’d hurt your elbow.

“Oh, I’m so sorry,” a soft, calming voice had called from above you. “Here, let me help you.”

The man crouched down to pick up the fallen contents out of your bag. You had no time to tend to the wound that formed on your skin. Because in a split second, all your attention was on the boy in front of you.

He seemed to be out of this world.

Your eyes locked on his, staring deeply. You couldn’t seem to look anywhere other than his face. His plump lips, the curve of his brows. His adorable nose. The way his bangs were reaching his eyes. The plain beige shirt he was adorned in paired with blue denim that sat proudly on his shoulders.

He seemed to be at a loss of words for the first few seconds. You both took each other in, a sigh coming from him, your eyes refusing to even blink, fearing he’d disappear if you had.

A smile had reached his lips and his honey-brown eyes. A shy chuckle escaped. “Forgive me for being this direct but,” he sighed, “you’re incredibly stunning.”

Sunoo was in total awe at how you were speechless when face-to-face with him. Your lips slightly parted, almost as if you hadn’t expected to see him, though it was normal given that he was a stranger.

What could it have been that made those beautiful eyes seem to have a million questions behind them at the sight of him?

And how on earth could someone be this gorgeous? He felt his heart smile when he first saw you; it started beating at a much slower, more steady pace. Making him feel like he’d been enveloped into a world where only the pretty girl carrying books, who he just bumped into existed. Your curls that flailed with the wind, the coconut scent in your hair, those long lashes that fluttered as you lifted your eyes to peer up at him. Doll-like, they gleamed in the sunlight.

You finally broke away from your train of thought.

“I’m..sorry.” You said, unsure of what to feel towards this man or how he’d just called you beautiful.

“I mean thank you.” You added while a nervous laugh had escaped your lips. You could feel the heat rising up to your cheeks. “You’re gorgeous,” you said before being able to stop yourself.

Just then, you heard him laugh. It was the most beautiful sound of laughter you’d ever gotten to hear.

“Let me help you,” he said again, this time helping you back up on your feet. Your hands were in his, feeling the soft skin of his palms and the warmth radiating from them.

“Thank you.” You let out almost in a huff. You couldn’t understand this feeling. It was in the pit of your stomach, but also latched onto your heart. The sight of this strange, beautiful boy you’d just met made it slightly harder to breathe. It made your knees weak.

You both were very, very still for a moment. His hands had kept their hold on you, eyes locking deeper into yours. A sigh left him, and he let both your arms fall.

“Is it wrong to want to know your name?”

“Please tell me your name.”

You both had spoken at the same time. This caused you two to share a moment together, laughing at the coincidence.

“You first,” he softly said. His gaze on you was so warm and welcoming. It made you melt.

“Y/n,” you said, not being able to help how you brushed your hair behind your ear at how shy he made you feel.

“That’s pretty. But it doesn’t surprise me. Pretty things have pretty names.” Sunoo confessed.

He felt like an idiot that was just going and on and on about your looks. He so badly wanted to spend the rest of his day with you.

“You are?”

“Sunoo,” his eye smile was back.

Sunoo. You felt your heart flutter at his name being just as gorgeous.

The evening had rolled around quick, but ironically slow at the same time.

You two walked into the park nearby, feeling time slowly slip away, but still being enough to let you bask in each other’s presence.

You couldn’t believe how radiant a human being could be, to not have one flaw in them. Sunoo was absolutely perfect. He was the real definition of ‘too good to be true’.

He was open, easily understood. It made you wonder if it was just how direct he was that made him want to compliment you.

But his eyes spoke for themselves. You’d stop walking at certain points, which gave him more of a reason to keep his eyes on you.

His gaze was still, subtle, but there was so much more behind those eyes than even he could comprehend.

At a certain point, Sunoo had started to carry himself in a way where he wasn’t hiding his affection for you. Stories he heard, he wanted to hear more of. “Tell me more,” he’d nod. That smile tugging at the corner of his lips made your attachment grow.

Sunoo couldn’t grasp at where it rooted from, but there was this feeling of familiarity that was slowly growing between you two. Just within a few glances and words exchanged, Sunoo felt like he’d known you a lifetime.

“I’m staying here with my aunt for the time-being. I’ll be going back in a couple months,” he explained while you two sat on a bench far near the trees in the park.

And if it weren’t for the bitter taste forming in your mouth at the thought of keeping something from him, you wouldn’t have said it.

“I’ll be leaving in two weeks.”

A gap had suddenly opened up in that one corner of his heart that felt like it had been reserved just for you. It had to have been you it belonged to, he was certain. But it was slowly emptying itself now. Your words left a scar that he wasn’t sure could now be ceased.

At his silence, you grew nervous. “Sun-

Loose strands of hair had been in your eyes then, which he brushed away with a light touch of his fingers. “Let me get those for you,” he hushed in a whisper. You felt your eyes shut momentarily, your heart racing.

He didn’t acknowledge what you’d just told him.

He retracted his hand, looking at you with such tenderness. Such adoration.

“Sunoo.”

“Yes.”

There was so much you wanted to say but the words wouldn’t leave your mouth.

“Nothing.”

And there it was. He laughed again.

“Is it okay if I…” you spoke, unsure.

“Hm,” he patiently waited for you to say whatever it was you wanted to.

Your lips were parted, but again, no words came out. You could explain it so much better if you just touched him.

Your hands reached up to his hair, picking at the loose ends. You needed to feel him. Touch him. It was the only thing you knew with him.

You weren’t big on communicating your feelings. It wasn’t anything you were used to. And while Sunoo had given you more than reason to be open with him, he was so overwhelming. Speaking was the last thing your feelings would allow you to do.

Touching him felt much more familiar. His skin underneath your palms allowed you to say things your lips couldn’t.

He watched, following only your eyes as you placed your hand around his neck, leaving traces of fingertips he saw as you engraving your mark on him.

He sat incredibly still, but relaxed underneath you. Your hand was now cupping his face. He moved suddenly, lips brushing your fingers.

“Sunoo…”

“Don’t drive me crazy like that,” he whispered, almost pleading.

The sleeve of your cardigan had rolled up, and Sunoo noticed the scrape on your elbow, brows immediately knitting together in worry. He saw how the open wound started to bleed.

“Oh no,” he wept. “That must hurt.” He took your arm into his hands, eyes searching yours to ask permission if this was okay.

You didn’t say anything. Didn’t speak or budge. You just let him touch you, so used to it already. His fingertips grazed your skin, making the cut sting.

You hissed, causing him to retract his hand instantly.

“I’m so sorry,” he said worriedly.

“No, it’s not you. It just stings a little that’s all.”

“My aunt’s house is just a few blocks down. We should get you there quick before you lose too much blood.”

“I wouldn’t wanna cause any trouble, Sunoo.” You said, incapable of keeping his name out your mouth. Sunoo. It reminded you of sunshine. The way he’d suddenly walked into your life, raining his sun showers upon you with his bright and bubbly self. His name suit him perfectly.

“You expect me to listen after you say my name like that?” He was getting shy, but also very much see through in such little time. It was because you said it. You’d looked at him, and said his name in a way where it sounded like you’d said it a million times before.

“It’s just a small cut.”

It isn’t to me, he wanted to say.

“Do you have to go home right away?” He asked.

“No,” you lied.

“Then you’re coming with me.”

Sunoo managed to rummage through his pockets, finding a handkerchief. He tried his best to wrap it around somehow. But you ended up having to put pressure on it.

Despite all your protests against going to his aunt’s, deep down you were aching to be alone with him. It felt as if any moment you looked elsewhere, he’d slip away. And while your mind was boggled at the thought of that, your heart had understood. Without a second thought, you went with him. Not caring where he’d take you as long as he was still there.

The small blood stain on your cardigan made him take it from you, offering his own jacket. He carried your bag as well, looking over every two seconds to make sure you weren’t in too much pain.

Once you’d reached there, he paced around anxiously, looking through the drawers to try to find a first-aid kit.

You sat in his room, taking in the atmosphere of it. It was peaceful, clean, just the way you’d expected it to be.

He was so stressed over this stupid wound. It felt weird seeing this boy who had been a stranger just a few hours ago, rummaging through his drawers to find a bandaid for you.

You felt yourself unable to keep still anymore. You walked over to him, taking ahold of his arms.

Sunoo’s movements came to a halt, and he seemed more at ease.

“Why does this matter to you so much?”

He stood there, unable to speak. He blinked at you a few times, looking like he had an answer that just wasn’t reaching his lips.

“I…don’t know how to say it.”

“What could you possibly want to hide from me? You’re so obvious, Sunoo.”

His eyes had widened slightly, and he avoided looking at you in the face. “I’m not the only obvious one.”

“Sunoo, the bleeding has stopped.” You held up the handkerchief, revealing the dried stains of blood.

He looked down at your arm, examining it.

“Let me at least put a smaller bandaid on it.”

“Sunoo.” You started.

“Don’t keep saying my name like that.”

“Why?”

He pondered for a moment, wondering if it was the right thing to say.

“It makes me wanna kiss you.” He blurted out. There was defeat in his voice, like he’d admitted something he hadn’t meant to.

You felt relieved at that, feeling a little less crazy for how you were so deeply attracted to him already. “At least you admitted it.”

“You’d let me kiss you?”

“You’re too oblivious for your own good. I wouldn’t have come here if I didn’t want to spend every remaining second of my day with you.”

Sunoo let you go on, feeling slightly a bit more relaxed that he wasn’t crazy for having these feelings. That you were possibly implying that you liked him too.

“Would you let me kiss you?” He repeated his question.

“Yes,” you breathed out. “I’d want you to.”

He was silent. His gaze remained intact. He so badly wanted to kiss you. Brush your hair away from your eyes again.

“I’ve known how you made me feel from the moment you first spoke to me. And just over a small wound you’ve been so worked up. But I get it. If I’d seen you hurt I’d go just as crazy.”

You moved closer to him, hands reaching up to touch the face you’d touched several minutes before.

Sunoo’s eyes closed shut, and he eased into the way your fingers grazed his skin. The warmth of your fingertips had kissed his skin so gently, he felt like his knees might’ve given up.

He opened his eyes to look over at you again, this time his eyes burned, speaking words you hadn’t seen in them before.

“Are you in love?” He sounded uncertain. There was something so strong that was inviting him to you, like some magnetic pull. He wasn’t sure what was next.

“That’s such a stupid question. Of course, I’m in love. It’s you, Sunoo.”

Sunoo had without blinking, pulled you closer, a delicate hand on your jaw, his lips slowly closing the gap between you two.

He’d been chasing this relief from the very first moment his eyes fell upon you. Your curls, your lips, those eyes, all crossing his mind as his lips engulfed yours in a deep, slow kiss.

You felt him guide you so your back hit his bed, feeling his smile grow against your lips, both your teeth almost clashing. “I’m so in love with you,” he whispered, causing butterflies to erupt in your stomach.

This felt amazing. The way you’d felt so close to him, your heart having been so at home with his touch gliding over your skin, his kisses so impatient.

You felt unable to keep your hands off him. They traced up his arms, reaching his shoulders, making you almost gasp at how big they felt. You couldn’t help but drool at the sight.

“You like my shoulders baby?” He laughed, eyes sparkling as he towered over you.

Baby, the word rolled off his tongue like it was so used to being said to you.

You felt yourself shudder beneath him, hands remaining still, feeling him. “They’re just so…big.”

You loved the feeling of being so small compared to him. The need to feel him touch you grew more intense.

Sunoo smirked down at you. “You like touching them?”

You nodded, pulling him closer. He hovered above you, just inches away.

“Tell me how much.”

“I wanna sit…on them” you said shyly looking away, embarrassed to have admitted such a thing.

“Don’t be shy,” he laughed, taking your face into his hands. “I want you to,” he reassured you.

“Please, I need you.”

Sunoo reacted by pulling his shirt over his head, revealing his cream-coloured skin. He pulled you into his lap, kissing you again.

But this time, he nipped at your bottom lip, causing you to gasp in his mouth. His tongue collided with yours, slurping and sucking, savouring as much as he could of you.

You were incredibly intolerant of how slow this was going. You managed to slide off your tank top by its straps, all the while making out, letting Sunoo get a good look at your bare chest.

He whimpered at the sight. “Can I suck?” He whispered, so unsure of what he’d do wrong.

You nodded eagerly, feeling the warmth of his mouth around your sensitive nub in seconds.

Sunoo sucked on your tits like he’d been hungry for your skin, yearning to get a taste of it for a long while.

Both your heads had turned at the sound of the front door closing. You almost panicked until Sunoo grabbed his duvet cover and wrapped it around you.

He got up to lock his door.

“Sunoo, dear? Are you home?” A voice called from outside.

He looked back at you, seeing how you’d shrank inside the duvet cover, looking as beautiful as ever. He was still processing how you ended up sprawled out on his bed, waiting to get fucked by him.

He walked back to you, crawling over and placing his index finger on your lips. “Shh,” he hushed with a smile playing on his lips.

“Open for me,” he whispered as his fingers parted your lips. You obliged and felt two fingers slide inside your mouth.

“To keep you from being too loud,” he cooed at you.

He put his face in between your breasts, you taking ahold of his head, letting him lick up invisible patterns with his tongue.

“Sunoo,” you moaned around his fingers. “Please.”

“Please what, baby?”

“Let me ride you.”

He grasped at the long skirt you wore, watching it slide off your legs smoothly.

You tugged at Sunoo’s pants, unbuckling his belt yourself and sliding them down to his knees.

You pushed him flat on the bed, and crawled on top, letting his boner free from his briefs.

Sunoo grabbed a pillow to stifle the loud, deep moan that escaped his lips, causing you to get even more wet at the thought of getting to fuck him.

Your mouth watered at the sight of his precum gathering at the tip.

You straddled him, watching his eyes burn into you, his mouth hung agape. Your eyes stayed on his as you made slow, teasing strokes on him.

“Ahh, fuck,” a groan came from deep within his throat, loving the feeling of your hands on his dick.

His head rolled back into the sheets, eyes shut tight, such sweet moans being released from him.

His hands came in contact with your ass, squeezing and pulling on the soft skin; they felt huge as they worked on you. You were in love with how large every part of him was.

His dick was too tempting, too perfectly girthy for you to not put your mouth on it.

You lowered yourself down, spitting on his tip and stroking him again. You watched as Sunoo’s hand clasped on his mouth, with his back arching, stifling his moans that were getting too loud for you two not to get caught.

“Stop,” he breathed out. “Just fuck me already.”

You didn’t waste any more time, sitting on him and feeling him stretch you out in the most toe-curling ways.

He now rested on his elbows, lips connecting in a steamy kiss as your moans released into each other’s mouths at the contact.

You couldn’t help the way you impatiently bucked your hips on him, feeling him writhe underneath you.

“Fuck, baby. I could never imagine you feeling this good,” he exclaimed against your mouth. His hands kept your waist in place, guiding you through the rhythm he created.

Your skin stung with the way he smacked your ass with each thrust into your cunt. Sunoo felt heavenly buried deep inside you.

You motioned for him to lie down again, this time your heat way closer to his mouth, as you eased yourself onto his shoulder. You held the headboard for support, grinding on him gently.

You could feel how toned-up he was. Those hard muscles that you felt against your clit just making your cunt even more needy for him.

Sunoo’s lips attached to the skin of your thighs, one of his hands reaching up to your tits, wanting to feel whatever he could of you.

He loved the way you felt on him. The wet, squelching sounds your cunt made as you rode his shoulder made him want to taste you on his tongue.

Sunoo got ahold of your thighs, lifting up one of your legs to the side of his face, which gave him more access. He turned his head and lapped his tongue furiously against your clit.

You felt yourself start to lose balance as you shook with overstimulation.

“Sun,” you moaned into the back of your own hand. “I’m gonna cum.”

“Not yet,” he said. But it was more of a plead than a demand.

He flipped you over, burying your face in his pillows. Your ass was facing him, and you felt him enter your needy, dripping walls.

You practically screamed into the pillows at the feeling. Sunoo started to wildly buck his hips into you, loving the way you felt wrapped around him.

“Sunoo, please,” you couldn’t contain yourself anymore. You needed him to hear you scream for him.

“That’s right, love. You take me so well,” he panted with each hard thrust.

You felt the bed shake from its place as Sunoo fucked you senseless into the mattress.

You were sweaty, screaming until your lungs felt like giving up. You were filled to the brim with his dick, not being able to contain your high any longer.

“Sun-sunoo,” you croaked, only being able to focus on the way he sounded, every noise that filled the room as he was fucking you.

You were flipped over, facing him now. Sunoo was quick to enter you again, chasing this exhilarating feeling that you both were so close to experiencing together.

Your legs instinctively wrapped themselves around his torso. Tears escaped your eyes at how overwhelming experiencing this was with him. He knew exactly how to fuck you until you couldn’t form a coherent thought.

Sunoo’s lips had found yours, groans being released into your mouth again, as you still marvelled at how he was real.

You dug your nails into his back, not knowing anything but how you were so close to coming undone.

“Oh baby, I’m gonna cum,” he bit down on his hand, feeling his body go limp as both of you climaxed.

Sunoo’s lips had locked with yours in a deep kiss.

“Shit, fuck,” you cried out. “I love you,”

“I love you,” Sunoo wept as he rode out your high, nuzzling his face in your neck.

He released his load onto your stomach. He tried catching his breath, lying his head down on your chest.

Your hands came up to touch the back of his neck, his hair that was drenched in sweat. You played with his blond locks.

“Sunoo?”

“Yes, love,” he spoke tiredly.

“Nothing,” you said, laughing.

This made him laugh again. “I love you,” he whispered to you, curling further into your embrace.

…

The next few days went by fast. Sunoo had introduced you to his aunt, you’d introduced him to your parents, but that was mainly because you two had very loud, frequent sex.

It was his aunt who’d been the unfortunate one to have come home one night to the sound of bed creaking and moans and screams coming from Sunoo’s room.

You both didn’t care about including outsiders in your relationship. You had your own place, which was a 30-minute drive away, but some nights Sunoo was reluctant to leave his aunt since he was helping her run her business.

Even the customers were alarmed at a certain point when Sunoo had attended the door with a button down only thrown around his shoulders, post-make out hair and hickeys on his neck.

“How are you?” He breathed heavily.

A young couple who seemed to be around you guys’ age was at the door.

“Dude, we’re sorry…were you?” The guy asked.

“Yes, actually,” he smiled. “I’d appreciate it if you came back tomorrow.”

“But it’s only 8:30 pm?” The woman said.

“I know. Buh-bye now.”

Sunoo would risk anything to spend time with you. Whether that was helping you do your hair and makeup, taking you on library dates, taking you shopping. You name it.

You two had become inseparable, that it almost made you feel selfish at times. But time was ticking by. All you could do was spend all of it with one another before your flight would board in a week.

You sat playing a card game with Sunoo at the edge of your bed. You were losing horribly.

“Oh no, looks like you made a mistake there, love,” he teased.

You tried your best to smile, not being able to keep this sorrow inside any longer.

“Sun. I’m leaving in 5 days.”

The feeling in the pit of your stomach grew. You had never felt this helpless before. Sunoo, the boy who you’d fallen in love with so quickly, was about to be miles away from you in just a matter of days.

“Come here,” he motioned you over towards his lap.

His hands caught in your loose strands of hair. “You know, knowing how deeply I feel for you, I’m not afraid of the distance that’ll be put between us.”

“You’re not?” You pulled back to look at him.

“Nope, not one bit” he shook his head. “I fell in love with you the moment those eyes looked up at me,” his thumb brushed against your bottom lip.

“How can you not be scared? I’ll be so far away from you.”

“Because I know that this is very special. What we have is nothing ordinary. I fell for you first, everything else came after.”

“But I can’t leave you…”

“I know. I don’t want you to go either.”

You sat in his arms, trying to figure out how you’d deal with having to leave him behind.

The only thing that helped you two face the truth was spending as much time as you could with one another, most of which was spent with you spending the night at his.

You’d hoped it would put your feelings aside — that you’d start seeing it as nothing but a summer hookup — but it didn’t. You loved each other, and that was that. And connecting the way you did each time he made love to you, your feelings only deepened for one another.

He kissed your nose, your neck, your lips. “I love you,” he said. “You know that?”

“I love you too,” you held his jaw in a way you’d gotten used to, kissing his beautiful lips.

…

The day had come. You were extremely nauseous on the way to the airport. This was too much to take.

Your parents were originally supposed to drive you there, but you ended up going in separate cars; you were with Sunoo.

He made sure he booked a ride so he’d get to sit in the backseat with you, holding your hand, trying to soothe your nerves.

It was silent in the car. You could hear only the motor of the vehicle as it passed road after road, making you feel even more sick.

Every time his eyes looked over at you, a sudden ache formed in your heart. This couldn’t be happening. You weren’t actually leaving him, were you? It had to be a dream.

“Look at me,” he whispered. His eyes were laced with worry. His fingers played with yours, trying to distract you.

“You know those curtains in my room? The ones you hate?”

You nodded, trying to remember every single feature of his while your eyes trailed over his face.

“My aunt was planning to get new ones. I wanted to know which colour you liked.”

Sunoo seemed so oblivious to the pain you felt. But in reality, he just couldn’t let you go in a bad mood. He wanted to make your last few moments together were a good memory. Even though this day was incredibly burdening. He could feel the weight in his chest.

“Beige.” You remembered the colour of his shirt the day you’d met him.

“Beige.” He smiled.

You curled up into him, loving the feeling of his arms around you. The way he cradled you so gently, it made you want to keep him there forever.

“Thank you,” you said while tears formed in your eyes.

“For what?” He nuzzled his face against your cheek, giggling.

You would miss this.

“For being so full of love.”

Sunoo pulled away slightly, wiping the tears that were on your cheeks.

“I don’t think I was like this before,” his eyes lowered, a shy smile creeping on his lips. “So I should thank you.”

His fingers traced every detail on your face, a smile still formed on his lips as his eyes examined you.

“I don’t want to see you cry. There’s so much you have to do when you get back. You’ll see your friends again, start your new year in uni. It’s everything you’ve missed these past few months.”

What would you do when you missed him?

“Okay,” you agreed, not wanting to make it as hard for him. He still wiped your tears away, and now kissed your fingertips.

You’d reached the airport in just a few minutes. You were so close to throwing up. Your knees had started to give up on you, yet somehow you still got out the car, walking hand in hand with the one you loved. He carried your bag again, making you remember that day you’d first met.

“You’re not feeling so well, love, let me carry it.” He kissed the side of your face.

Even despite feeling how his hand was in yours, you looked over your shoulder anxiously each second, making sure he was still there.

“There are still a few minutes. I’m not leaving yet.” His hands rested on your waist, one of them coming up to brush your hair out of your eyes.

Your eyes shut once more, trying to relish as much as you could of his touch. You felt a tear slip out your eyes, and you looked away.

Sunoo was trying to avoid his own emotions from taking over, which is why he tried to get you to smile.

His hand came up to your jaw, making you look back at him. “Hey,” he whispered.

“Hi,” you smiled despite the tears that escaped your eyes.

Sunoo felt himself sink deeper in his own sorrow. There was so much he wasn’t saying to prevent from making this harder for you.

“You look so pretty when you smile. That’s all I ever want you to do. How will I be able to wipe your tears when I’m this far away?”

This caused you to break down in his arms. Light sobs left you as he held you close to him.

“I’m so sorry, love,” he felt his heart sink at the sight of you sobbing. “I’m so, so sorry.”

“Sunoo, I don’t wanna go,” you wept. “It hurts so much.”

“I know. I wish I could stop it.”

Your body went limp, you couldn’t form your words. This was suffocating you. You envied the people who had come here to take their loved ones home. It was so unfair.

Your parents had arrived shortly after. Sunoo kept you close, letting them know with a shake of his head that you still needed time. They gave him a nod, walking over to one of the benches.

He held onto you, not knowing how to fix any of this while you broke apart in his arms. All he could do was let you express your grief how you needed to, because it was something he — so badly — wanted to do as well. But Sunoo kept himself from doing so, preventing you from breaking even further.

After your eyes had felt too sore from crying, you heard him speaking to you.

“Baby, hey,” he spoke softly. You pulled away from his hold. “Your parents are here.” He pointed towards them.

As his hold had freed you from him, everything else that went on afterwards felt like a dream that seemed to never end.

You kissed his lips, repeatedly, trying to remember what he tasted like. Peck after slow peck, you could feel Sunoo start to quiver under your touch.

He was crying, and now you were saying sweet things to him to help him calm down.

“Your smile is so pretty,” you repeated his words. “It’s all I ever want you to do.” Your hands were cupping his face. Sobs ripped through him at that.

“I’ll miss you.”

“I’ll miss you more, Sunoo.”

You gave him one last kiss, it was much longer this time, not enough to let go but still bidding goodbyes for the two of you.

Sunoo watched you walk inside, feeling like he’d been ripped into shreds. He was dreading going back home, knowing how memories of you already roamed around in his room.

“I love you,” he mouthed.

“I love you, Sunoo.” Were the last words you said while looking at him, before the two of you had disappeared in different crowds, completely out of sight.

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ACHE | Yang Jungwon

summary:. After getting work out the way, all Jungwon needs is for the two of you to relieve stress.

warnings: (minors dni) smut, unprotected sex, swearing, not proofread

a/n: lately been losing my mind over leader won. writing this was a must.

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Your back hit against the restroom wall, and you let yourself get lost in the way Jungwon’s tongue roamed your mouth, letting him take complete charge of you.

His shirt came off in seconds, as he unbuttoned your blouse as well, unhooking the clasp of your bra and throwing it over to the side as it slid off your breasts.

“Oh, baby I’ve missed you so much,” a whine left him as he kissed down your chest, hands sliding up your skirt. His lips latched onto your tits, sucking and peppering kisses while your hands bunched up in his hair at how much you missed his mouth around you.

“Missed you too,” you let out. You gasped after feeling his cold fingers start rubbing circles on your clit. You could feel his smirk growing on your skin at how you didn’t wear anything underneath.

“That’s my baby,” a whisper was let out in your ear.

His movements had been painfully slow, making you look at him with eyes that had always been too hard for him to turn down.

“Wonnie, baby,” you pleaded. “I need you.”

The way his name rolled off your tongue couldn’t have made him hold back any longer. You unzipped his pants, sliding them all the way down to his ankles.

Your skirt was bunched up around your waist, around which he had a strong hold, picking you up and slowly entering. Desperate, loud moans left the two of you at the much needed relief. Jungwon held your legs wide open, fucking you deep and slow until you got used to how he stretched you out.

It felt incredible. It was like experiencing sex with him for the first time again. He’d been so gentle, so patient. So wild.

His hand kept one of your legs apart with the support of the wall against your back, giving him more access. Thrust after hard thrust, you started to feel dizzy at the sudden pleasure.

Your head hit the wall repeatedly with how relentless he’d been, even in that small space of the restroom, Jungwon had managed to fuck you so good it made your legs shake.

Your voice was unstable from how his speed had been draining your energy, but he still made you crave more of it.

“More,” you screamed out. “You always fuck me so good.”

“Yeah? Does that feel good?” He held you up, letting your legs wrap around his torso. He positioned you so now you bounced up and down his dick, sweaty and exhausted.

The small restroom had been doing very little to keep both of you dry. Jungwon’s hair was damp from the heat, as was yours. Sweat formed on the sides of his face. His abs were drenched in it too, that glistening muscle just adding more to your desire. The room smelled of sex and his cologne that was starting to wear off.

He was hitting spots that overwhelmed you with pleasure, tears welling up in your eyes, mouth hung open at how good it felt.

Pants and moans filled the room, the sound of skin slapping getting louder as he fucked away the tension in you. He got more eager each passing second.

Your throat was dry due to screaming so much. You swallowed, “Jungwon, please don’t stop. I’m so close.”

At this, he quickened his pace, chasing the high you both had been deprived of for so long.

“Yes, I’m gonna come,” he remained focused on the feeling. His eyes shut as he felt his orgasm approach.

Jungwon held up a hand to cover your mouth. You came around him with a loud, stifled scream. He groaned at the feeling of finally getting to come inside you again. His cum dripped out of you as he pulled out.

“You think they heard us?” He asked out of breath, laughing.

You laughed with him, throwing your arms around his neck, “We weren’t so discreet about it, now were we?”

A smile broke out on his face as he kissed you slow and sweet. Diminishing every ache you’d felt from his absence months before.

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jayschaconne · 8 months ago

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LOVE CONFESSIONS | Park Jay

summary: after you being his stylist for so long, Jay finally realizes his true feelings for you.

warnings: (minors dni), smut, unprotected sex, swearing

genre: fluff, smut

a/n: this is kinda short but whatever <3

…

“Uh-uh,” said Jay, his grip on your arm keeping you in place.

You flushed at how your boyfriend couldn’t be separated from you for more than two seconds.

“Baby, someone might see,” you told him, trying to break away, but he’d yanked you closer.

With a gasp, you went stumbling over to Jay, falling in his lap.

“Mm,” he said as his nose rested against your neck. It tickled your skin, but you let yourself ease into him slowly.

“You know how childish you are, Park Jay?”

“You make me this way. Don’t put it on me.” He teased. He took strands of your hair in his fingers, looping each one around them.

“At least let me sit comfortably,” you complained.

“How much more comfortable do you need to be? What you want us to take our clothes off?”

“Jay!”

“What? Don’t act like it’s never happened before.” A playful smile on his lips.

Your cheeks warmed up at the thought of the night before. And the one before that.

“Can I please go put these away?” You asked, pointing at the previously used makeup brushes.

“You’re already off work though,” he frowned, making you unable to resist his puppy-like eyes. “And I’ve been waiting to kiss you all day.”

“You can kiss me all you want once we’re not in sight.”

“No. I’ll kiss you right here.” He said, and didn’t give you another chance to speak.

Jay’s lips were soft, warm. The cherry flavoured lip balm you’d put on them hours ago still lasted, making you smile into the kiss.

He pulled you closer by the waist, sinking further into the feeling of how you felt. Your hands, that traced his collarbone, to his jaw, gently tilting it to kiss him deeper.

“Oh,” he let out breathlessly. “You’re so,” he trailed off. “I love you.”

You could feel your knees go weak. The butterflies erupt in your stomach. He what?

Jay loved you? Jay loved you.

He’d gone from being Jay, that tall, devilishly handsome guy whose hair and makeup you looked forward to doing the most, to your boyfriend Jay, the guy kissing you in the empty dressing room, at midnight, confessing that he loved you. The guy you knew, the one you had fallen for without even realizing it.

“Jay,” you said. “I love you.”

“I don’t know when it happened, but I knew it would some day,” he confessed. “I’m so in love with you.”

…

Jay had taken you back home almost immediately after his confession. He was impatient. The need to touch you had only flourished after his emotions had been stripped bare in front of you. He was in love with you. And he needed to say it in every way possible.

You lie in his bed that night, feeling him as close as he could possibly be. He was a sweaty mess, but it was such a beautiful sight to take in.

He had been so impatient, that he’d only gotten to taking his shirt off. His pants were still on, his belt unbuckled and his dick peeking out through them.

He didn’t bother to use a condom that night. And that’s because neither of you wanted to.

Each thrust was so gentle, so deep, letting him soak completely in you. Such heavenly sounds came from him as you wrapped your legs around him, letting him hit each angle even deeper.

The pleasure was already overwhelming enough. Sex with you was far more than just enjoyable. Enjoyable was definitely an understatement. He had formed such an addiction around the feelings you brought him, that it was a much more heightened experience.

Some part of Jay had always known that he had been suppressing a lot more under the surface. And he could definitely sense it in you.

“Fuck.” He moaned into the side of your neck. “You always feel so good around me.”

“Jay,” you could only moan his name in response.

He felt so good inside you. Thick, hard and big. His girth felt like it was made to fit inside your walls.

At first, his thrusts had been slow, but deep. Until he lightly picked up his pace, and formed a rhythm with his dick buried deep inside your cunt, repeatedly hitting the same spot that had you holding back screams.

Gradually, Jay’s thrusts became impatient. His skin slapped onto yours repeatedly, as he bucked his hips hard and fast, the harsh sound filling both your ears as he fucked you deeper into his mattress. His belt clanked with each sudden movement.

You made sure to keep your arms around him, waiting for your climax to hit.

“Fuck, I’m gonna cum,” he hissed and moaned as his dick sloppily hit your g-spot.

“Jay, please baby,” you moaned out. Your legs were a shaking mess around his torso.

Jay came inside you, with the loudest groan being let out in your ear. He continued to move, not being able to stop.

You felt his warm cum coat your walls, already addicted to the feeling.

“I love you so much,” he said repeatedly, gazing into your eyes as you both soaked in the feeling of the high that’d just hit you.

“I love you,” you practically cried in his arms.

It was hard for both of you to relish the feeling of being wrapped up in each other’s arms after realizing how much deeper you’d fallen than you’d expected.

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jayschaconne · 8 months ago

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CLOSED DISTANCE | Nishimura Riki

summary : your long distance boyfriend niki shows up at your door, surprising you on your week off.

warnings : sexually suggestive themes, making out (?), both reader and niki are extremely touch starved of one another.

a/n: wrote this short blurb because i needed to write about my fav boy <3

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It was 7 pm on a Friday evening. You had winded down for the day, already having gotten work out the way for at least a week. This was your second day off, time had been going by so slow.

There was nothing you felt like doing except visiting your boyfriend Niki. But it wasn’t a holiday you’d gotten off. If you had at least one more week, you could fly out to see him. But if you tried going now, there would be only 3-4 days you could actually spend having fun.

Jet-lag always hit you in huge waves. On the day you’d land, you’d be too exhausted to greet him the way you usually did.

The last time you’d seen him was last month. It was one of the best weeks of your entire life. Niki was such a romantic. He’d welcomed you so fondly. The bed sheets were changed to silk ones. His new duvet was decorated with white lace.

Vases filled with your favourite flowers, marble floors with rose petals galore. He’d walked you inside, letting you take it all in before he asked permission to finally kiss you. He’d made such sweet, sweet love to you that night. It was all coming back to you so vividly.

The drapes being shut all the way, only the golden, luminescent lamps guiding both your vision. But as he hovered above you, all your vision needed was to get a look at those eyes. Those lips, the ones you couldn’t have kissed everyday, but every time they met yours, a million things were said between you two.

His touch, so intoxicating, getting you drunk on his love as time passed and you ached for it even more.

You lie on your bed, letting the background noise from a crappy TV show consume your mind. Thinking about Niki was making you feel so helpless. You couldn’t even call him. He was probably asleep.

Just then, a soft knock on your door had broke your train of thought. You first felt like you’d dreamed it, but then heard it again.

“Hold on,” you yawned, sluggishly walking over to the door.

The door had swung open, revealing a bashful and cheery Niki, holding your favourite kind of roses in his hands. His bag was slung over his shoulder, hair fluffy, all in disarray.

“Hey baby,” he sighed at the sight of you. His smile was so bright it made your heart ache. You gave him room to walk in.

“Niki, love,” you laughed, but almost cried. The boquet of flowers had fallen out his hands, his bag as well, as Niki picked you up, letting you soak into his embrace. His arms held you so close, so tight, almost as if he was scared you’d somehow slip out of his hold.

You looked up at him, tracing his lips. “I missed you so much, baby.”

“I missed you so much more,” he whispered, kissing you so sweetly afterwards, you felt yourself melt in his hold. His hands remained on you, making up for how long you both had been starved of each other’s touch.

He shut the door by letting his back give it one little shove. Your hands were all up in his hair, gently pulling on those strands that had grown much longer than before. Little grunts left him as he felt each tug, pulling you closer towards him by letting his hand hold the back of your head.

The wet sounds of both your lips locking in such urgency had been the only thing you could hear besides how gasps left the two of you with each pull in between.

He walked you over to your bedroom, lying you down and peering down at you.

“I needed to feel these lips. It’s been too long without them.” He confessed in a whisper, while his thumb traced your bottom lip.

You couldn’t help but give it a small kiss. Everything about him made you want to forget what normal was like. If you felt like kissing his hands, you did. You desired him so much it was hard not to act on every little feeling he brought you.

Niki looked at you with his usual, heartthrob eyes, watching you intently as you took his thumb in your mouth, keeping your eyes on him.

But there was something so loving about his gaze. How he looked at you, it was like he couldn’t believe that you were there. He’d came all the way here to see the one he loved, and now she was in his arms. Finally. After a prolonged period of waiting to touch you again, feeling that empty gap grow deeper with the distance between you two, he was feeling it fill back up again.

“Baby,” he cooed. “I love you.” He brought your hands up to his lips, kissing your fingertips one by one. He repetitively kissed them, wanting to express as much as he could in all the time he had left. “I love you so much.”

“I love you too, Niki.” You let your fingers stay on his lips, watching him as you separated them.

Niki’s eyes had once again watched your every move, but this time, he seemed to be in a state of devastation, almost like he believed you were too good to be true. To be lying right in front of him.

His brows knit together at the feeling. Niki was melting into your touch, shutting his eyes as he felt your fingers graze his teeth.

Your other hand pulled him closer by the neck. He fell almost immediately towards you. Now your faces were separated by only a few inches.

“Do you know how you make me feel?” You closed your eyes momentarily, sighing as you relished it.

“How?” He was eager to know. The usual look in his eyes when he’d become needy.

“Like a a dam that breaks as each wave of emotion hits.”

Niki lightly quivered under your touch, kissing your hands, leading up to your arms, all the way to the side of your neck.

You smiled, not being able to decipher this feeling. What was it he was doing to you? The distance put between the two of you had just deepened your love for each other.

Every other day, this craving had worsened. There was so much left unsaid, all due to how distance kept you apart. So much that had to be said in all the little time you had left together.

You tugged on the collar of his windbreaker. And words didn’t have to be spoken for that.

Niki pulled his shirt over his head, revealing the skin you’d missed feeling the warmth of.

His arms, they’d looked so much more defined than before. You reached out to touch them, trace each beautifully sculpted bone, as he’d already been kissing your neck.

Your hands roamed from place to place. First his chest, then his stomach, his back, his shoulders. All the while Niki let you, still fixated on savouring as much as he could of you.

“You’re so beautiful,” you whispered into his hair, letting your eyes shut, wrapping your arms around his neck.

He continued to kiss you as you still marvelled at the feeling of how he’d belonged to you. Letting the closed distance between you two consume you completely.

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GREEDY | Park Sunghoon

warnings: (MINORS DNI) Heavy smut, swearing

a/n: needed to write something for my bae before I got busy with midterms.

…

Dimmed lights, blinds shut, you sprawled across the bed on all fours. You suddenly felt his large hands slap your ass, leaving a stinging sensation but still making you want more.

“Fuck,” you moaned out. You were immediately yanked by your hair, forced to look up at him from behind you.

“What did I just say?” The sweetness of his voice had never gone away.

You couldn’t possibly hold yourself back when he was giving you exactly what you wanted.

With a a harsh grip on your hair, fisting it in a ponytail, Sunghoon had slowly eased himself inside you.

It was so hard not to scream at the sensation. You’d been drunk on his dick for so long, it was a feeling that grew stronger every time he fucked you.

He may have had a temper at times but made sure he didn’t actually hurt you.

It took seconds for him to start ramming into you recklessly, with the speed of a wild animal. “Oh, you’re probably so relieved you’re getting fucked like the greedy little whore you are,” he spat out.

“Fuck me up! Please that feels so good,” you screamed out. With each thrust, the bed shook, creaking and threatening to break. It was accompanied by the sound of your moans, loud, desperate. He was already fucking you balls-deep but it still wasn’t enough.

The speed at which he’d been going had made the sounds of skin on skin so intense, your knees shake even as he held you in place. Sunghoon’s arms made their way around your neck, choking you as he stopped momentarily, but then continuing at the same speed. Every groan that came from him made him sound thirsty, parched.

“Fuck, yes, Sunghoon,” your eyes rolled way back into your head, your voice quivering at how fast he was going.

He flipped you over in an instant, still on his knees, as you lie in front of him. He stroked himself a few times, then looked over at you. He was a beautiful mess.

The sight of his dick, hard and throbbing, made you salivate. You didn’t waste time taking him in your mouth, sucking him off just the way he liked.

Your reached over and played with his balls, another hand stroking his dick as you took him deeper. One of the only guys you’d actually liked tasting on your tongue and swallowing was Sunghoon. He tasted so good.

Groans ripped through him as his hands took ahold of your head and he thrusted into your mouth. “Ah, fuck,” he growled. “You’re always so fucking needy for me.”

You stopped for a moment, looking up at him through your lashes. You stroked him as your tongue had been sticking out. He knew what you wanted.

He slapped his dick on your forehead, all over your face, teasing your mouth for what it wanted a taste of again.

“You filthy little slut. You can never get enough.”

He started to fuck your mouth again, shoving his dick down your throat, not bothering to stop. Because he knew how much you wanted it.

“Fuck, I’m so close,” he moaned as he picked up his pace.

Instead of coming down your throat, he pulled out just in time and came all over your face, his climax reaching your tits as well. You loved the feeling of having his cum all over you.

With a sudden movement, you felt your body drop onto the mattress, tits bouncing in Sunghoon’s face.

“Open,” he’d said, signalling you to spread your legs apart.

You gladly obliged, a smile on your face that showed him just how much you loved this.

Sunghoon’s long, slender fingers had found your clit, rubbing circles teasingly. He smirked down at you. And boy was that a sight to see. The sweat that had formed on his skin. It was visible on his forehead the most. His bangs were damp from all that energy he spent just a few minutes ago.

His muscles were flexed as he pulled his fingers in and out of you, first at a steady pace, then back to a faster one. He pursed his lips, enjoying the way you screamed out for him, seeing your mouth hang open, how your tits bounced with each thrust.

He looked heavenly right now. It was definitely the sight of him that was bringing you closer and closer to your orgasm.

“Hoon, I’m gonna cum,” you cried out.

“Come for me baby,” that was the only time he spoke to you with such tenderness that night.

That wasn’t Hoon. That was your boyfriend Hoon.

“Fuck,” You sobbed as Sunghoon helped you ride out your high. Your head rolled back into the sheets, back arching with the sudden wave of pleasure. His hands slowed down their movements once you’d come undone around his fingers, knowing you shouldn’t be overstimulated.

It wasn’t long until your legs had been facing the ceiling, with him ruthlessly pounding into you again.

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jayschaconne · 8 months ago

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HOMESICK | Lee Heeseung

summary: after a long period of working, Heeseung finally gets to see you and share his worries.

genre: angst, light fluff

warnings: angst

a/n: wanted to write something short for hee’s birthday <3 hope y’all have a good cry after this.

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“When are you coming to see me?” Heeseung’s voice came through the phone, excited, impatient.

“I’m just a few minutes away,” you replied as you walked through the long, emptied hallways, eager to get to the main room where he was.

“I’ve just gotten off work, it was so relaxing to have been on stage,” he talked to you about his day, already hinting at how big he was smiling.

And you hated how you still weren’t there to see it. It had been too long since you’d actually witnessed him laugh, smile the way he would whenever he showed up at your door.

“Really? I can’t wait to hear about it when I see you. Can you wait a little? I wanna hear it all in person.” You couldn’t help but say. The ache in your heart for having to hear about all his good days over the phone just grew with each second spent apart.

“I’ve missed you so much,” Heeseung said sounding exhausted. And you could tell that it was the distance that was exhausting him, since you felt it too.

“I’ve missed you too.” The sombreness of those words still remained. All that time that was lost, that could’ve been so much more easier to bear with him by your side. It had left this empty space that had only grown with the thought of him getting further away.

Once you had reached a certain lobby, you could spot your boyfriend. That familiar brunet, tall and handsome, with his phone glued to his ear. Eyes twinkling as his back rested against the open door.

And you were so thankful to have seen that sight. The way his lips had pulled at the corners, revealing a smile you had missed so much.

Your feet stayed glued to the floor, still trying to process how Heeseung stood before you.

Heeseung ran over to you. “Oh my god, you’re actually here.” He breathed a sigh of relief. His smile growing wider as he took your hands in his, bringing them up to his lips.

You wrapped your arms around him, letting him cradle you in a way you’d gotten too used to being deprived of.

“Heeseung, love, I can’t believe it’s you.” Your hands touched his face, his arms, his waist, pulling him closer to check and see if this was a dream.

“I know, but I’m here, and you are too.” He swayed you both side to side, keeping you wrapped up in his arms. “That’s all that matters.”

Momentarily, he pulled away. “Can I kiss you?” He asked, sounding almost unsure.

Tears had started to escape your eyes. The only response that came from you was a silent, “yes,” with a nod of your head.

Wasting no time, Heeseung had pulled you in, kissing you so soft you felt you’d melt. “Baby, don’t cry,” he cooed as his smile grew against your mouth.

His lips moved against yours in the most delicate of ways, searching for a feeling he’d lost for far too long. You felt your weight being lifted off the ground, your bones finally feeling at home with his strong hold on you. His hands moved along your back, yours finding his hair.

He moved over to one of the chairs, stumbling as he sat down, sitting you on his lap.

Within a few seconds, he pulled away, not wanting to. “I’ve missed that,” his voice came out soft, but laced with pure heartache.

I’ve missed these lips,” he said as he kissed you.

“This face,” a kiss on your cheek.

“These hands,” he brought them up to his lips once again, kissing your fingertips. He sounded unsure, again, as he went on about you.

His eyes, from which the sparkle had diminished. The tone of his voice much softer than usual; empty.

“Heeseung,” you said. “Baby, I’m here. I’m not going anywhere.”

For a while, he had just stared at you. His hands tracing yours, feeling the texture of your hair, touching your lips. You threw your arms around his neck.

“Hee,” you said.

“Hmm,” was his response.

You touched his face, your hands trailing to one of his ears, playing with his earrings.

A sigh left his mouth. His eyes were starting to look droopy.

“What’s the matter?”

For a few moments, he remained silent. His bottom lip then started to quiver, his hold on you loosening up. His voice came out featherlight as he spoke.

“Holding you like this, I don’t know if I should be.”

“What?” You were devastated that he’d even think that. “What’s making you feel this way?”

“I’ve just been so far away. I just keep coming and going, it’s like I’m stringing you along.”

“Heeseung, I know you better than that. I agreed that your professional life wouldn’t cause me any distress when it came to our relationship.”

“I know,” he said. “I just feel like it’s unfair to you.”

“Why don’t you tell me what’s really bothering you? Do you wanna talk about that?” You ruffled his hair, twirling his long strands between your fingers.

Heeseung shut his eyes, tears now starting to pour out. “I’m just so tired.” He croaked out.

You needed a moment to pull yourself together at seeing him cry like that. It caused you a lot more pain than he could imagine.

His hands came up to cover his eyes. “I love my work, but I hate how it consumes my entire life.”

Your hands held his face, wiping his tears away. He held them but didn’t remove them.

You signalled him with a nod to keep going. He told you about how being on your was probably one of the best moments of his life, but probably the most painful. Physical and mental pain. So much had been taking a toll on him. He was human after all, and he had reached his breaking point.

With a few kisses exchanged, Heeseung had opened himself up completely to you. Like he always had.

“Is it too bad to want a break?” Heeseung looked up at you teary-eyed. You wiped them away.

Your heart broke into a million pieces. He was so unsure of what he deserved. He deserved all the good that was left in this world. All of it that he could gain in this life. But it didn’t and it shouldn’t have had to be at the expense of his health.

“No, my love,” you choked out at seeing him like this. “There’s nothing wrong with that. You’re doing so well.”

Heeseung kissed your hands again, this time repeatedly. “Sometimes, it feels like you’re slipping away,” he confessed.

You searched his eyes, trying to find a meaning behind that statement.

He continued. “Being so far away from you, my only fear is losing you and having nowhere to go.”

“I’m not going anywhere.” You assured him.

“I’m so scared this’ll pull us apart,” his voice quivered. “I love you so much.”

You pulled him into you, letting him fall apart. The sobs that ripped through his chest felt like daggers being pierced through you. “It’s okay, baby. It’s okay,” you whispered, crying at the way he probably suppressed those emotions for so long. “I love you, and I’m here.”

His tears stained your shirt as his hands clutched onto it. A few minutes later, he had calmed down, looking up at you again. Your foreheads touched, and he kissed you with the same tenderness as before.

There wasn’t much he said after that. But you knew his actions spoke a lot more than any words he could’ve managed to get out right now.

“I love you. You know that.” You said to him. His response to that was a long, much needed kiss.

“I’m tired of being homesick. Your arms are the only safe place in this world for me,” he confessed as he lie his head on your shoulder.

His lips left their mark on you in places they could reach, confessing his need to keep you close forever.

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jayschaconne · 8 months ago

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BABY, PLEASE | Jake Sim

summary: ditching practice to make out with needy jake.

warnings: lighthearted fluff, slightly suggestive themes, making out

a/n: wanted to write this cute little blurb cuz i am so obsessed with him right now.

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“Don’t you think they can see us from the glass doors?” You asked as Jake’s hand pulled on yours, leading you towards the empty hallways.

“There’s nothing wrong with wanting a little break from work. And I,”

Jake’s lips attached to the side of your neck, “have missed you,” his voice came out muffled.

Your smile broke out at how that tickled your skin. Your face hid in the crook of his neck as he towered over you, loving the way his hands felt around your waist. Jake’s kisses became more impatient, trailing from your neck towards your chest. You instinctively held his face in your hands, marvelling at the fact that this was your boyfriend, and how he was capable of making you feel this good.

It was getting harder to stay quiet, and with a single trace of Jake’s hands on your hips, a sigh had slipped past your lips.

You couldn’t help yourself anymore, pulling him back up.

“Just kiss me, Jake,” you had pleaded.

Jake’s lips were on yours in seconds. Each little sound of yours had him melting deeper into your touch.

“Baby, please. You’re driving me crazy,” he whispered.

Without realizing, Jake had pushed your back against the wall a bit harder than he intended to.

It wasn’t until you muttered an “ow,” that he noticed. Your laugh had escaped before you could hold it in.

“Oh my gosh, baby I’m so sorry,” Jake laughed while reconnecting your lips. You could feel his teeth grazing your bottom lip as you both continued to try not to giggle over his clumsiness.

Your hands, so used to it now, lightly traced his arms until they reached the back of his neck, fingers entangling themselves into his soft locks of hair.

Jake smelled of rich cologne. A cozy kind of warmth radiating from his body, which caused you to melt even further into him.

The curve of his mouth met your lips with each passing second, your heart rate accelerating as his hands roamed all over you.

“Jake,” you said between kisses. “What if someone sees us?”

A chuckle erupted from deep within his throat, sending butterflies in your stomach. Momentarily, he pulled away.

“Stop worrying about them, love. You just stay looking pretty for me, yeah?”

Another chuckle, and another reason for you to go weak in the knees.

You pulled on his collar, needing to feel him as close as possible. Jake understood, and immediately picked you up, letting you wrap your legs around him.

Now you could feel his tongue at the corner of your lips, so demanding. You obliged without hesitation, feeling him kiss you deeper.

You tilted your head, making him even more giddy, his grip on you becoming impatient.

He set you down, giving you the perfect chance of cornering him. Jake’s back hit the wall, he looked at you with such dreamy eyes. The smile on his face, like he’d been drunk on your love. It felt impossible not to savour the taste of him.

Your lips latched onto his collarbone after undoing the zipper of his windbreaker. His usual habit of wearing tank tops underneath his jackets such a blessing for you right now.

Jake’s hands rubbed circles on your back as he pulled you closer. He lifted his head a bit, savouring the feeling of your lips leaving open-mouthed kisses on his neck.

With a light tug on his hair, a beautiful moan escaped his lips.

“Fuck,” he breathed out. “Do you know what you’re doing to me?”

His eyes. So innocent. Not a single thought behind them except want. Need. Desire.

You peered up at him through your eyelashes. “No,” you teased. “What am I doing to you, baby?”

You were slightly breathless, as was he. You smiled up at him. His smile never seemed to leave his lips either.

“Is it okay for you to not do your good-girl thing for once and ditch practice?” He laughed.

“But I already have,” you chuckled.

“No, I meant ditch for real. I wanna take you home with me. Right now.”

“Then take me home, Jake. I’m all yours.”

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jayschaconne · 9 months ago

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Long Overdue | Park Jay

PART 1

summary: Many instances of miscommunication have caused you to keep your feelings a secret. Eventually, there comes a day where neither of you can take it anymore.

warnings: slightly suggestive themes, light swearing

a/n: this is ass but it’s for jokes.

words: 1.6k

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“I don’t know why you’d doubt your own potential this way.” Jay had visited you as you’d asked, to help you with your term’s last assignment.

“I’m not so much doubting my potential, as much as I’m getting feedback from an incredible performer.” You smiled at him through the mirror, not bothering to hide your feelings of admiration for him.

“Yes, but you are also very much capable of doing this. I know the reason I’ve been asked here today is because someone is too used to making themselves feel small when there’s any sort of unfamiliarity involved in a task,” Jay said as he walked over to you.

“It could also be the fact that my partner ditched last minute. So you’re all I have now,” you said to defend yourself, but it was true. You were sat on a small wooden bench that had been brought in recently. The wood’s polish had a strong scent that engulfed the air around it.

Jay seated himself on the floor, taking his hat off and looking up at you. “Y/n. While I can understand you not having a partner, I still am disappointed as your friend that you have no faith in yourself. You could easily pull this off on your own. You don’t need me. You can’t keep holding yourself back this way.”

When was he going to get it? You did need him. “I can’t help it that I’m this fond of you,” You blurted out.

Running your fingers through his hair, you took one good look at him. He was adorned in a faded blue denim jacket that he wore over a tank top. His hair had started to get so long it was reaching his eyes. His lips. They’d never looked this kissable as they did now, after what happened. You’d tried everything for the thought of him to not consume your mind, but it was never that easy. Easy would be if he weren’t frequently around you, if your voice didn’t suddenly change its tone when you spoke to him, if he hadn’t led you on so many times.

It started with those few instances where harmless flirting between the two of you didn’t feel so harmless to you anymore. It went from touchy-feely to feeling completely lost without him being present.

There was nothing that could fill the void of his absence except him. Which he did, but it put you at even more of a disadvantage.

Those words had already been said. It was the mark they left behind that made it so much more painful.

“We’d never work. I think it’s best we call it a mistake and move on.”

You could still remember that night so vividly. It had left this ache in your heart that you were certain only Jay could mend.

“What are you looking at?” The sound of his laugh broke you out of your trance.

“Nothing,” you decided to keep your smile, taking notice of how his eyes were fixated on you.

Locking in silence for a few seconds, both your eyes searched each other’s. It felt like the perfect moment to say it all right now.

You were wrong though, since Jay got up shortly after. “So, you ready?”

Sighing to yourself, you responded, “Yeah.”

———

Jay was making sure you were taking note of his ideas. With a nod, he’d purse his lips and consider anything you had to say. His body moved in a way that made you want to tug on the fabric of your shirt.

Watching him dance so sensually wasn’t anything you’d thought you’d get to see from this close, but here you were, seeing him make the music seem like it was following his movements instead of him following its rhythm.

His breath that quickened with each sudden movement could be heard over the light volume of the speakers.

You couldn’t tear your eyes away from his arms. The sweat that was starting to form on him, his bangs lightly clinging to his forehead. He looked so good.

Within a matter of minutes you both had come up with quite a few ideas.

He always praised you on how better you had gotten at finding your own rhythm. It was unique. It was sexy. It was you. He could appreciate that, and it was very clear.

The way his eyes watched you whenever you added your own personal touch to certain moves just said too much.

He’d purse his lips to hide the smirk you could see forming on them through the mirror.

You knew he was paying close attention, even if he were to try and make the excuse that it was just for the purpose of making sure you pass on your evaluation.

You’d picked up on his movements rather quickly, which caused him to lose his composure.

“There you go. You’re doing so well.” The sudden praise from him had caught you off guard. But not as much as his hands that were slowly making their way around your waist did.

It had been a while since you and Jay had been in physical contact with one another. The last time was the night before he’d made the decision that’d change both your perception of your twos’ friendship.

Your eyes met in your reflection. Jay’s hold on you was still intact, but you could sense it. His hands, they were stiff.

Any other time he’d held you, even platonically, Jay had a way of making you melt into his touch. He was naturally very calm and whenever he showed physical affection, he usually eased into it himself too.

This felt different. Awkward, even.

You had the sudden realization that this would trigger many feelings in you. And this was a rather bad time to make emotionally driven decisions.

“Jay…can we please focus?”

“Oh. Yeah.” He released his hold on you, leaving you with a feeling you’d gotten too used to.

“I think we should practice before I go back home. It’s already quite late,” he glanced at his watch.

His hands found their way to his chain, playing with it as he asked you, “You wanna?”

You felt your stomach twist at the raspiness of his voice. At how his lip was pulled between his teeth. At how he’d completely misconveyed what he’d asked. “Oh. Practice, you mean.”

And just in a matter of seconds, that damn smirk was back. “Yes. Practice, I mean.” He mocked.

You felt your ears go hot. Jay’s hands found their way to your hips and positioned you in front of him so you both were standing just a few steps apart from each other.

He made sure to lead you through the music, getting you in the right feels by guiding your hips with the slightest touch.

It went from featherlight to slightly impatient as he spun you around, your waist loving the harsh grip of his hands, the cold feeling of his rings that had picked up on the temperature of the chilled room.

Your fingers twisted on the neckline of the tee he wore as you pulled him closer to you.

There was so much you had to remind yourself of. It was the music. It was the atmosphere. It wasn’t him. It couldn’t be him.

The mental toll it took on you to get through it the first time was enough. You did not have to indulge in this feeling for a second time. This was just a choreography. It wasn’t you.

But having to separate yourself from him was driving you crazy. He looked so fucking good. Sweat dripping down his entire body, bangs clinging to his forehead, veins on display in that god awful tank top he wouldn’t throw away.

The sight of his arms made you pay close attention to how they felt around you. They tightened each time your head rolled back into the side of his neck, and you could’ve sworn you heard him growl under his breath.

His hands trailed down your back, stopping right below your ass, gently gripping your thigh, bringing it around his torso.

He dropped the rest of your weight lower, now only his hands kept you in place. His head dipped into the crook of your neck, trailing down to your chest.

Your breathing quickened. Jay’s head rested against your breasts, right where your blouse’ buttons had been undone. His mouth was dangerously close, you could feel his hot, warm breath come in contact with your exposed skin.

Unable to contain yourself, your arms naturally found their way around his neck, then his hair. You were getting needier for him by the minute.

“Jay,” you felt yourself say.

But it was barely even a whisper.

In an instant, you had been brought back on your feet. Jay traced your skin with his long fingers, all the way from the side of your neck and stopped right above your hip bone. Your back faced him now.

He was guiding you. Almost as if he’d picked up on the fact that your brain stopped functioning. “You place your arm around me now,” he’d said.

You watched the two of you together in your reflection, seeming like the perfect picture.

“No, love, not like that,” you heard him chuckle from behind you.

Your heart sank at the familiar name. Months worth of stitching a heart so wretched had been for nothing, you guessed.

Jay could do so little but had so much control over you.

You turned over to him. “Jay, I think it’s best you go.”

Jay’s face was ash pale. Words didn’t seem to form in his mouth. His lips would part only to release a stifled breath.

“Y/n.”

“Go please.”

Without another word, you watched the one you loved slip away from your hold. His hands leaving a lingering feeling on yours.

He picked up his hat, put it on, and walked out, leaving you with only your own predictions of his return.

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