nikirishimura

[nikirishimura]

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ 𝗣𝗥𝗘𝗖𝗜𝗢𝗨𝗦ㅤㅤ sim jaeyun

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

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

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

OO1 I WANT YOU

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

jake feels sick to his stomach.

OO2 IN WAYS MORE THAN ONE

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

more.

he does like the sound of that.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

sim jaeyun is terrible, terrible at self control.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

OO3 IN ALL WAYS THAT MATTER

i’m sorry.

you scoff to yourself.

you deserve better.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

no, you can’t be stupid— he is.

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

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

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

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

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

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

it’s your fault, clearly.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[nikirishimura]

WASTED TIMES | l.heeseung

PAIRINGS. lee heeseung x afab!reader

SYNOPSIS. fucking your bestfriend lee heeseung was a secret until you had wasted times spending it with someone else.

GENRE. smau, bestfriends to lovers, fuck buddies to lovers, hyung line are fuckboys, angst, fluff, crack and humor

WARNINGS. 18+ minors dni, smut, suggestive comments, suggestive pictures (not explicit), swearing, sexual humor

intro I — intro II

01. occupying my time

02. secrecy is fun

03. we’re exclusive

04. being delusional

05. rule of fwb

06. booty call

07. more than a fuck

08. thinking about u (written)

09. i think i like her

10. need u to say it (written)

11. something shifted

12. faking it

13. ur stress reliever

14. her favorite flavors

15. wasted times

16. best friends era

17. her favorite flowers

18. just confess

19. not meant for u

20. need more time

21. emotionally connected

22. confession day

23. happiest place on earth

24. why i love you (written)

25. finally mine (written)

26. my real boyfriend

27. the one night stand

28. from the beginning (written)

29. asking u out

30. former fuck buddy (epilogue)

‘WASTED TIMES’ EXTRAS

SERIES DATE. june 17, 2022 - august 18, 2022

copyright © 2022, fairyofhee on tumblr. pls don’t repost!

[nikirishimura]

hii can u please write a jake smut where he's kind of inexperienced and reader has some sort of corruption kink? (they're friends who's having a vacation and the setting happens in a hotel sksks sorry if it's too specific lmaoo) also, i loved ur other worls!! thank u!!

a/n: not too specific at all lol i prefer specific requests and thank you so much! I hope you enjoy this one (i made the reader a soft dom, i hope thats alright)

Warnings: sub! Jake x soft dom! reader, fingering, oral (f receiving), unrotected sex, hair pulling, scratching

Word count: 2k

“Heeseung is insane,” you giggle while stumbling to your hotel room.

“He is so fucked up,” Jake laughs. “How many shots did he take?”

“I think six,” you unlock the door and throw your purse onto the floor.

“He’s gonna feel like death tomorrow.” Jake says, plopping onto his bed.

“I think I am too.” you kick your heels off.

“Yeah,” he flips onto his side to look at you. “You are a bit tipsy.”

“Just a bit” you fall onto your bed, your sundress hiking up high on your thighs.

The lighting in the room is dim and your bed is only a foot away from him. You’re giggly and cute and he so badly wants to pull you on top of him.

“Too bad I didn’t hook up with anyone tonight,” you sigh and Jake’s heart jumps.

“There’s still time to find someone before we leave,” he says.

“We leave tomorrow,” you complain. He climbs over to your bed and lays next to you.

“You smell good,” you say. “Are you wearing cologne?”

“Mhm,” he hums.

“Who are you trying to impress?” you joke.

“You.” he says plainly.

You turn to look at him and he does the same.

“Trying to impress me?” you cock an eyebrow and he nods. “Why, do you like me or something?”

“Maybe,” he crosses his arms and shrugs.

You giggle and tug on the sleeve of his shirt. Jake’s cute. You’ve known that he is. But lately he’s been kind of… hot. You notice the way he stretches his neck and you can see his adams apple, and the way he always bites his lip.

“For how long?” you ask.

“For forever.” he admits.

“Forever?” you giggle. “We met freshman year.” “Mhm, I’ve liked you since then, but more so nowadays.”

“What do you mean?”

“You’re,” he pauses. “You’re- never mind.” he chuckles.

“What? What is it?” you prop yourself up on your elbow.

“You’re like… really hot.” he looks away.

“Really?” you rake your fingers through his hair.

“Yeah,” he exhales.

You take his chin and turn his head to look at you. His eyes are sparkly and his lips are plump.

“Kiss me then.” you say and without hesitation, he pushes his lips against yours. His hands are resting gently on your arms and you can tell that he’s timid.

“You can touch me, you know?” you chuckle and he blushes.

“Sorry.” he says and you shake your head before kissing him again.

He tastes like a strawberry daiquiri (Jake only drinks fruity cocktails, which the boys like to poke fun at) and he smells expensive.

You sling a leg and straddle him. His breath hitches and you giggle.

“Nervous?” you ask quietly.

He looks away and nods. You smirk before pushing your hips down onto his and he holds in a whine.

“Do you want to do it?” you kiss his jaw and he nods eagerly. “Is this your first?” He chuckles and turns away.

“So it is?” you ask.

“Yeah,” he says quietly.

“Don’t get shy,” you kiss down his throat. “I’ll be good to you, as long as you do what I say.” you say cheekily and his heart begins to race.

God, the things he thinks about when you aren't around. Sometimes even when you are around. He thinks about you pushing him onto his bed, ripping his clothes off, biting his neck, pulling his hair, making him beg.

The way your shirts hug your waist, he always imagines holding it and pulling you closer to him. Your shoulders, your hips, even the small things like your wrists and knuckles: he loves it all, he wants it all.

Your hands venture up his shirt and you feel his muscles tense under your touch.

You rock your hips again and he lets out the prettiest sound you’ve ever heard.

“Keep doing that,” he exhales. He sits up and holds your waist in his arms, his face nuzzled into your neck.

“Where are your manners?” you ask, noticing how damp your underwear has gotten.

He looks into your eyes. “Please?”

“Good boy.” you say and he basically melts under you.

He leans to kiss your jaw as you grind over his hard on.

“You’re so pretty,” he says quietly. “I like you so much.”

You chuckle and pet his hair. “I like you too,”

“Pull it,” he says.

“Hm?” you tilt your head, confused. “Pull my hair please,” he pleads.

You smirk and lace your fingers into the locks of hair at the back of his head before tugging. He whimpers and furrows his brows. Words can’t describe his beauty.

He pulls at your hips to get you grinding on him again.

“Feels so good,” he whines and you smile.

“My sweet boy likes a bit of pain huh,” you say and he tries to nod under the grip you have on his hair.

“Please fuck me,” he whimpers. “Please, I'll do anything.”

“Do you really want it that bad?” you kiss his forehead. “What if it ruins you? Makes you dirty?”

“I don’t care,” he says breathlessly. “I don’t care, I want it.”

“I don’t want to corrupt my sweet angel,” you caress his cheek and he leans into it.

“Please, I want you to ruin me,” he says. “Make me your slut.”

You grin and pull your dress off. His hands quickly find your bra, fumbling to take it off with eventual success.

He pulls your torso flush against his before softly kissing your chest, mewling with every kiss. He touches you longingly, like he’s been wanting this for forever. Holding your waist, grabbing and groping everything he can, but gently. He somehow figured out how to grope someone in a sweet way.

You reach down and pull his own shirt over his head. His hair fluffs up and you waste no time getting your lips on his.

You kiss him a bit hastily as your fingers unbutton his jeans. You watch him tremble as you palm him over his Calvins.

“Already so hard,” you tease and he whines.

“Do I really turn you on that much?” you ask.

He nods. “Please touch me.”

You kiss him before sliding your hand into his boxers and slowly stroke him. He moans into your mouth.

“More,” he says and you chuckle.

“Don’t be so eager, it feels better if you wait.” you tsk him.

“Can I touch you?” he asks sweetly and you nod.

His fingers gently skim over your underwear, too nervous to push down so you scoop your hips, telling him it’s okay to use some pressure. He feels around before finding your clit and rubbing soft circles (Jay taught him that). You tremble a little, so sensitive and needy. Your hand on his cock begins to fault when he pulls your underwear to the side and runs his fingers up your slit.

“So wet,” he whispers before sliding one finger into you. He begins to pump, eventually adding another. You adjust his hand, guiding him to your g spot.

“Fuck,” you whimper as his fingers curl just how you like it. “Don’t stop.”

He’s moved you onto your back where he looms ontop of you, kissing your chest, collarbones, shoulders, and every inch of skin he can reach while finger fucking you.

Guys tend to jack hammer into you, so confident that they’re doing it right. But he’s conscious of your reactions to his touch, he drinks them in and imprints them into his memory. He learns how fast you like it, how you like it when he rubs your clit at the same time, how your stomach tenses when something feels really good.

“Jaeyun,” you hold his arm as his fingers continue to slide in and out of you at the perfect pace.

He comes up to kiss your cheek. “Please cum for me, I want to make you feel good.”

Your knees close in as you get closer to the edge but he spreads them apart with his head, wanting to get a taste of you.

Your eyes roll back the second his tongue touches your clit. He swirls his tongue around you and holds your hips down when you start to squirm.

“Oh my god,” you whimper, mind blown by the pleasure. Where did he learn how to do this?

“Keep fingering me.” you beg and he happily obliges, completely focused on what you want.

You grip at his hair as you ride your high, floating around in bliss.

He comes up and gives you a kiss, letting you taste yourself.

“Where’d you learn that?” you ask breathlessly.

He shrugs before putting his fingers into his mouth and licking them clean. You could cum just from watching.

You tug his pants and boxers off and throw them onto the floor.

“Ready?” you straddle him and he nods vigorously.

You grab his cock and slowly sink down on him. You both moan, him from relief, and you from over stimulation.

He rests his head against your neck and lightly bites the area where your neck and shoulder meet.

“Feels so fucking good,” he whimpers. “Thank you.”

You smile and kiss the top of his head while slowly bouncing on him. You run your hands down his back, comforting him before he interrupts you.

“Please scratch me,” he says. “Leave marks.”

Your smirk, surprised by him again. You clench around him and scratch up his back, leaving pink rakes on his skin. The whine he lets out is more high pitched than usual and it makes you throb.

“Fuck,” he whispers. “You’re so wet.”

“Do you like the way this pussy feels around you?” you ask and he nods pathetically. “My needy little puppy.”

His embrace around you tightens at the nickname. He likes that.

He holds a hand out behind him for leverage before grinding up into you. His head falls back with a moan.

You reach out and scratch down his chest and he groans.

He holds your waist before flipping you onto your back. You land with a small squeal before he starts pounding into you.

“Fuck!” you moan, overwhelmed by the sudden pleasure. “God you’re good.”

He whimpers into your neck. “I’m just a toy for you,”

You chuckle. “My little slut, so eager to please me.”

His pace slows to a delicious grind and you claw at his back as he hits your g spot over and over.

“Can I cum please?” he looks you in the eye. You smile and get on top of him again.

“Mm, not yet.” you say and his head drops onto your shoulder.

“I don’t know if I can hold it.” he says, tremoring.

“Yes you can,” you flip him onto his back. “Be a good puppy.”

You slide onto his tip just to pull back off again, earning an urgent whine from him. Then you go half way before pulling off.

“Please y/n,” he groans. “Please I need it.” Jake is sweet but he's not ever overly emotional or desperate. So hearing him beg for your pussy like this is a big deal and is probably the hottest thing you've ever experienced.

“But do you deserve it?” you knock his chin.

“I’ve been good haven’t I?” he looks at you with sparkling, desperate eyes.

You squeeze around him and he whimpers.

“Take it,” you tug his hair back and he cries out.

You bounce on top of him, feeling him deep inside of you. He whimpers with every rock of your hips.

“Please please please,” he mumbles. “I can’t.”

“Cum inside of me,” you order. “Be good.”

His breathing gets heavier before sickly sweet moans drip out of his lips. You watch every feature on his face. His twinkly eyes, strong eyebrows, full lips, and tall nose. The vulnerability and hopelessness in his face is unfathomable. He's a painting.

“Thank you,” he exhales as your pace slows.

You kiss forehead and pet his hair as he calms down.

“You didn’t cum,” he looks at you as you cockwarm him.

You smile. “There’s always next time.”

He frowns then shifts down so that your cunt is hovering just above his mouth.

"Sit."

[nikirishimura]

drunken desires //

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pairing: jake x fem!reader

genre: smut, making out, a little fem receiving, protected sex (for once lol)

words: 2.6k

warnings: 18+ content, read at your own discretion, mentions of drinking

summary: jake knows that drunk words are sober thoughts. but what about drunk actions? he doesn't want to take advantage of you but you're just too hard to resist.

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you stumbled out of the club, fishing for your phone in your purse. once you finally got your hands on the device, you dialled the first number you could think of. the phone rang for a bit, definitely longer than usual, but you assumed that was because of the late hour.

"hello?" a familiar voice spoke. he sounded exhausted, but you could tell he hadn't been asleep. "hey jakey boo! what are you doing?" you asked him, rather cheerfully in your drunken state.

"hmm? nothing. i was just busy studying," he shared. of course he was. you wouldn't expect him to be doing anything otherwise during the weekend. pretending to gag, you laughed. "okay, since you're not doing anything important, i need you to come pick me up. i'm at the club."

you were pretty sure you heard him groan in despair. he was most likely rubbing his face in agony.

"can't you just catch a ride home with whoever you went there with? i'm too tired to drive right now. and i don't even know where you are," he complained, hoping and praying that you'd leave him be. but of course, here you were, refusing to take no for an answer.

"most of my friends left already. and i can't find the ones who are still here. plus i'm broke. i spent all my money on drinks and i don't have enough to get back home," you whined. nothing you were saying was true. but jake didn't know that and you just needed an excuse to get to see him. and instead of asking him if you could come over or inviting him to your place like a normal person, you thought it best to trick him into receiving you.

jake seemed to buy your words. "okay fine. i'll come. just text me the address and stay where you are."

you squealed like a little kid and hopped about. "oh jakey that's wonderful! i can't wait to see you! i'll be waiting," you said before hanging up.

just as promised, jake pulled up to the club a good twenty minutes later. during your wait, you'd gone back inside to get another drink. you were busy sipping on it when jake walked up to you. adorned in a simple flannel and sweatpants, he looked incredibly cuddly. especially since you were about to freeze your tits off in the tiny dress you were wearing.

"why are you still drinking," he asked in disappointment? you smiled and thrust the glass at him. "if you have a taste you'll know why."

jake took the glass from you and tossed it in the garbage can, making you gasp in shock. it was honestly super impressive.

"oooh, what a badass," you cooed, letting him drag you to his car. he helped you get in, strapping the seat belt over your body. happier than ever, you stared at him with hearts in your eyes as he drove you back home.

the trip was mostly silent. every now and then you'd touch his arm or face and tell him how handsome you thought he was. he basically ignored you, knowing that you had no control over the slurred words that carelessly left your mouth.

after stumbling into the small elevator of your apartment complex with much difficulty, jake pressed the button to your floor and asked for your keys.

instead of pulling them out of your purse like a normal person, you stuck a hand down your dress and fished them out from beneath your boob, dangling them in front of jake's slightly disturbed face as if they were an ornament.

the elevator reached your floor. jake pulled your out, leading you to your doorstep. he took your keys from you and unlocked the door, pushing you inside. handing you the keys again, he was about to close the door when you stopped him.

"help me into bed," you said, eyes desperately pleading him to do so. jake shut his eyes and sighed, stepping into your home reluctantly. "come on," he said, holding your hand so he could guide you to your bedroom. you intertwined your fingers together, clinging to his arm whilst giggling.

jake turned on the lamp that sat on your bedside table and pulled your covers to the side for you to climb into. "cuddle with me," you prompted, flashing him your most convincing smile. "no y/n. you've gotta go to sleep on your own," he said.

you huffed. "i promise i'll sleep better if you let me snuggle with you."

jake gave it some though, glanced at the time and looked at you in defeat. "fine. but you have to go to sleep as soon as possible."

you nodded diligently and crawled into bed, patting the space beside you excitedly. jake got in, pulling the covers over himself. you threw your leg around his lap, hugging his waist and stuffed your face in the crook of his neck.

"why do you smell so good," you asked, whispering so as to leave the peaceful atmosphere undisturbed. jake placed his hands behind his head and shrugged. "cause i just showered. now go to sleep."

pinching his side, you laughed when he jolted. "do you like me jake?"

"you already know the answer to that," he replied bluntly. you shook your head, not satisfied by his answer. "no i mean, do you like me the same way i like you?"

"what way do you like me?" he asked you, even though he knew what you were gonna say. "i like you in a boyfriend girlfriend type of way," you answered truthfully. jake chuckled to himself. "well you should tell me that when your sober. then i'll tell you if i feel the same way."

wiggling your toes, you moved to lay your head on his chest. "but i'm too shy. i mean i would if i had the guts. but every time you look at me it's like i forget how to talk."

jake smiled. "says the girl who's friends with the entirety of campus."

"you're different," you said, sitting up to look at him. "you make me feel different. special almost. i really like you jake. i just don't know how to tell you when i'm thinking straight."

"okay okay i get it. you're head over heels for me. i appreciate it." he continued laughing to himself, making you feel even more bashful. you slapped his chest playfully, falling on top of him. "stop it now. i don't wanna remember any of this tomorrow."

there was something so peculiar about your interactions with jake whenever you were wasted. despite constantly throwing yourself at him, he never pushed you away, even though he pretended like he wasn't interested.

even now, he had his arms loosely wrapped around your waist, holding you close. maybe it was instinct, or maybe it was the certainty that you weren't going to remember anything the next day.

it was only until you looked at him that you realised how close you two were. "jakey boo, did you brush your teeth before coming here?"

he raised a brow and nodded.

you scoffed. "why did you?"

"i don't know. maybe because i was supposed to go to sleep," he said with a shrug. "speaking of which, aren't you supposed to be-"

before he could finish, you crashed your lips onto his. he didn't react for a good five seconds, simply processing what was going on. once it all registered, he pulled away from you and sat up straight. "what was that about?" he asked in bewilderment.

"you were being a tease and i'd had enough of it," you replied matter of factly.

jake was silent for a while. "i suppose i was being a tease. but that doesn't-"

once again, before he could finish his sentence, you kissed him, shutting him up. jake reacted immediately this time, kissing you back with vigour. his hands that had been hovering aimlessly in the air pulled your body closer to his. it made you wonder how long he'd been waiting for this to happen.

jake was quick to unzip your dress, pulling the thin straps down your shoulders. with one hand on the small of your back, he squeezed your breast, playing with your nipple between his fingers. you gasped at the sensation, giving him an opportunity to slip his tongue past your lips.

he tasted like toothpaste of course. not that you minded or anything. it was honestly pretty reassuring.

the kiss started escalating, getting more and more heated as time passed. you rolled your hips over his lap, making him sigh. he pulled away from your lips and latched his lips onto your neck and collar bone, sucking soft marks into it. humming, you tangled your fingers in his hair, throwing your head back as he painted your skin. even though his touch was so intoxicating, you were undeniably starting to sober up. your body felt incredibly sensitive because of it.

"fuck jakey boo, i want you," you murmured quietly, staring into his lust filled eyes. panting softly, jake licked his lips, making sure there wasn't an ounce of doubt or uncertainty in your eyes.

"are you sure," he asked, caressing your waist gently? you nodded, playing with the buttons of his flannel. "i promise i won't murder you tomorrow," you said with a laugh. jake smiled and flipped you around, laying you down on your back.

hovering over you, he reached under your dress and tugged your panties down your legs, bringing his fingers to your core. taking a deep breath, you focused on unbuttoning his shirt. once you were done, you pushed the material off his broad shoulders and pulled his chest down on yours. jake spread your wetness around, bucking his hips into your thigh. you could feel him starting to harden up.

"do you like, have a condom or something?" jake paused, smiling apologetically. looking around, you giggled softly. "i'm pretty sure i do, but i think we'll have to look."

jake climbed off of you and sat on your bed. you tugged your dress back up and scratched your head. "you can look around the room, i'll check in the bathroom."

he nodded and began searching through your bedside drawers, trying not to prod too much into your belongings. you haphazardly scoured through your bathroom, but to no avail. meeting jake in your room, you realised he hadn't been fruitful in his efforts either.

"what should we do now?" he asked. you shrugged. "maybe we could drive down to the convenience store and pick up a pack."

he considered your suggestion, realising he had a better one. "or we could just go to my place. it's literally five floors above yours."

your jaw dropped. you couldn't believe you'd forgotten that he was your neighbour. "sure! let's do that," you replied in embarrassment.

taking your house keys, you and jake piled out your door and into the elevator. he pressed the button to his floor and stood across from you. "are you still drunk?", he asked, noticing how you were able to stand still without any support. you sure were in a better state than you had been when he picked you up, though a slight tipsiness lingered in your head.

"a bit," you answered. "tell me something jakey boo, why do you have condoms at your place?"

jake raised his brows for a moment, pondering on your question. "i don't know. maybe cause i don't wanna be a dad yet."

"do you use them often," you questioned? jake held back a smile. "why do you ask?"

you shook your head. "no reason."

the elevator came to a stop at his floor. the two of you stepped out and ventured down the hall to jake's apartment. he opened the door, letting you enter before shutting it behind himself. you took a look around, impressed with how tidy it was. "was your mom over?"

jake nodded. "i can't believe a clean home is all it takes for people to know."

you snickered and grabbed his hand, pulling him towards his room. "enough chit chat, let's get down to business."

jake chuckled and pulled you close, capturing your lips in his. he kicked his door shut and pushed his books off his bed, replacing them with you instead. pulling away from you, he opened his drawer and took out a familiar silver packet. smirking, you undressed yourself and waited for him to do the same.

he pumped his cock a few times before sliding the condom on. bringing a hand to your pussy, he spread your folds and pressed his tip to your entrance. looking up at you one last time, he pushed into you, bending your thighs back. you let out a choked moan, not expecting him to slide so deep into your walls.

he wordlessly began thrusting into you, leaning down to suck on your exposed skin. you closed your eyes, feeling his warm lips lay wet kisses on your shoulder. his fluffy hair tickled your neck, making you cling onto him tighter.

you wanted to tell him how good he was making you feel, but the pleasure was so intense that you could barely form coherent words. little did you know, jake needed no verbal confirmation from you. the way your body was reacting to him was enough for him to know you were enjoying yourself.

jake pushed himself up a little, wanting to see your face. a thin sheen of sweat coated his forehead, lips swollen from all the marking he'd done. he watched you with a small smile. "you look so beautiful," he praised. you struggled to keep your eyes open. jake didn't mind.

wanting to give you more, he started going faster. hearing your moans fuelled him on. they made him eager to get you to your climax.

throwing your head back, you held onto his arms, digging your nails into his skin. it didn't take long for a familiar knot to start building in your stomach. heavy pants and low grunts left jake as he too started getting closer to his high.

jake felt you tense up, knowing you were close. gritting his teeth, he concentrated on hitting the right spots, wanting to feel you cum on his cock.

when your orgasm hit, a euphoric sensation crawled up your body. walls clenching around jake's cock, arousal flooded down your walls, making him groan in delight. it was just enough to push him to his own climax. he let out the prettiest sounds as his warm cum shot into the condom.

he bucked his hips into you a few times before pulling out of you, quick to discard the filled condom. coming down from your high, you reached for jake's flannel, tugging it over your naked body along with your panties. when jake returned he was overjoyed to see you snuggled up underneath his covers.

you patted the space next to yourself with a wide grin. jake giggled and joined you, letting you cuddle into his side, just as you had back at your place.

"we should do this again some time," you whispered. "oh i'm sure we will," he said. you looked up at him, wondering what he meant by that.

"now that i'm your boyfriend, i'm the only person you're gonna do this with," he shared confidently. you raised your brows, staring at him in surprise. "what happened to the whole 'tell me how you feel when you're not drunk' thing?"

jake rolled his eyes. "i guess i'm too impatient to wait till then."

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[nikirishimura]

S.O.S - skin on skin

pairing: lifeguard!jake x afab reader

requested: nope

genre: smut, fluff (minors dni)

warnings: oral (f receiving), fingering (f receiving) unprotected sex (be safe), semi-public sex

word count: 4.5k

a/n: i was planning on finishing/posting this during the summer since it is literally snowing where i am but i couldn't resist 😻thank you to my baefy @moonhoures for helping me sort out this mess of a fic, this is for you mamas. also i had no idea how to end this so i apologize if it's a bit abrupt. enjoyyyyy (pls ignore any repeat paragraphs tumblr is stupid)

photos not mine, credits to rightful owners (retrieved from Pinterest)

it’s hot.

it is so hot.

the kind of hot where the pavement will burn and blister the soles of your feet if you go outside without shoes on. the kind of hot where you subconsciously toss your duvet off of yourself when you’re asleep since you’re sweating so much. unbearable, to put it simply.

but it's summer! you’re free to do whatever you please, all thoughts of studying and textbooks pushed to the back of your head until the new semester starts.

and on scorching days like today, what better way to cool down than by taking a dip?

the hot leather seats in your car sting the backs of your thighs as you climb in, making you jump slightly as you turn the keys and the engine roars to life. thank god for air conditioning you think to yourself as you turn up the fan, the cold air blowing against your damp skin. seatbelt on, obligatory mirror check, and you’re pulling out of your driveway.

a few stops are made on your way to the beach: two stops at your friends houses to pick them up, and one more at a convenience store to grab some much needed cold drinks. radio turned up to the max, you speed down the freeway with the windows down, the air filled with the scent of saltwater and freedom.

upon arrival, you find that the beach is less crowded than expected - albeit it is a weekday. you busy yourself with tying the strings on your friends bikini top before unrolling your designated beach blanket onto the sand. sunscreen is a must, so you all sit down to apply some before you dive into the enticing turquoise waves of the ocean that’s a mere walk away from where you’ve set up for the day.

“no way, is that jake sim?”

jake sim is somewhat of a socialite in your academic year. he somehow manages to be everywhere on campus at once because it seems like everyone knows him and/or has had a lecture with him. you’ve crossed paths with him a few times, even working with him briefly on a group project.

and apparently, he’s now working the lifeguard position at your local beach.

“that can’t be him, jake sim doesn’t have blonde hair.”

“but look at that nose bridge… and those ears?! that’s definitely him,” your friend ogles at jake, who’s looking at the sea with a pair of binoculars. “also, he could’ve just bleached his hair dipshit.”

almost as if on cue, the man in question looks over at the three of you (and you can confirm that it is actually jake sim), waves fondly, and then returns his attention to the other beachgoers.

“oh my god he looked directly at me!!!!”

“no way! he was obviously looking at me.”

honestly it seemed like he was looking at you, but you don’t say anything.

“do you think he’ll rub sunscreen on my back if i tell him it’s an emergency?”

“wait pass me one of those popsicles, i’m gonna suck on it real hard.”

you listen to your friends bicker over who’s going to catch jake’s attention first, and you roll your eyes. yes jake is conventionally attractive, but he’s not that hot.

sure, he has beautiful tanned skin, weirdly perfect teeth, broad shoulders, thick arms (and he does look really good as a blonde)...

fuck, maybe he is that hot.

not wanting to fuel the flames of desire that your friends are now harbouring for the man perched on top of the lifeguard tower, you decide to keep your mouth shut.

“it feels like i’m burning up, let’s go for a swim!” you state before pushing yourself off of the ground, grabbing your friends wrists and dragging them behind you. for some reason you feel inclined to take one final glance over your shoulder at jake, and you almost choke when you find his eyes are trained directly on your ass - which, mind you, is only half covered by your swimsuit bottoms.

the sudden chill of the ocean waves pulls all of your attention away from jake, and you shriek as you and your friends wade into thigh high water. although it feels like the waves are almost freezing, it’s such a relief on this unbearably hot day, and the three of you head further out into deeper water.

for majority of the time you’re swimming your friends seem to have forgotten jake, that is until a shrill whistle is heard followed by the lifeguard in question running down the sand and diving into the water (baywatch style) to sort out whatever conundrum is taking place.

it takes your friends awhile to get over that.

“did you see the way he dove into the water?! UGH! i want him to dive into my puss-” you shove her head underwater.

when the sun kisses the waves on the horizon you decide to head out. luckily you brought a change of clothes so you don’t have to drive home in your sodden bathing suit. although you leave the beach during sunset, you don’t get home until much later - an impromptu stop at a roadside diner left you subjected to listening to your friend’s drama for hours.

so, when you do finally arrive at your house after dropping your passengers off, it’s full on night-time.

rolling up the windows and turning the engine off, you reach into the backseat to grab your… bag.

“shit!” you knew you were forgetting something; now your beach bag is sitting alone in the sand. part of you contemplates just leaving it and going back tomorrow - the sun has already set and your legs are tired from being in the water all day. but your favourite pair of sunnies are in there! you can’t justify leaving them outside for someone to steal.

back to the beach we go. ugh.

the freeway is much emptier now compared to when you made the drive to the beach earlier this afternoon, but you like it. it’s much more, how can you put this… serene? like you’re in some kind of indie movie where you’re the main character, speeding down the freeway as the night air fills your lungs. you indulge yourself and turn up the radio.

pulling into the beach parking lot for the second time that day, you cut the engine of your car before getting out and heading over to the spot where you spent your afternoon. you try to ignore the sinking of your heart when you see that the beach is empty, your beloved tote bag nowhere to be found. well, at least you tried.

“yo y/n? is that you?”

you turn around to see jake, the hot topic of your afternoon, walking across the beach to where you’re standing. his hair bounces slightly with each stride and his torso is now covered with a sleeveless red top that reads ‘lifeguard’ in white letters across the chest.

“yea, it’s me,” shit, you didn’t want to sound overly excited with your response but that might’ve been too unequivocal.

“why’d you come back?” he starts, but then backtracks, “i uhh, saw you here earlier today with your friends.”

in contrast to how he looked earlier this afternoon, jake’s appearance is much cuter now. maybe it’s because his toned chest is covered and the sun isn’t making his skin look delicious, but he seems much more… bashful? like you want to kiss him and run your fingers through his hair instead of let him fuck the life out of you - although you still would do the latter.

“yea, i left my bag here but,” you scan the ground around you before looking back at jake, “looks like it’s gone.”

“we’ve got a lost and found bin in the lifeguard headquarters, wanna take a look in there?” jake suggests while pointing to a large wooden building a couple hundred metres down the shore.

“doesn’t hurt to try,” you shrug before following jake down the beach. seagrass that’s growing around the base of the wooden steps to the building tickles your ankles as you walk past it, following jake up the stairs. the white paint on the handrail of the staircase is chipping and you're reluctant to put your hand on it out of fear of getting a splinter. ahead of you, jake unlocks the flimsy screen door before stepping to the side, holding it open for you while you enter. and they say chivalry is dead.

“if someone turned your bag in it would be in there,” jake states as he steps inside, allowing the door to swing closed behind him before walking over to a clunky dark brown chest in the back corner of the room. a clearly home-made sign that reads ‘lost and found’ in red sharpie is stuck to the top of the chest with painters tape.

you try not to focus too hard on the prominent veins on jake’s forearm as he reaches down and swings the chest open, allowing the lid to rest on the wall behind it. there, sitting on top of a pile of forgotten towels and life jackets, is your tote bag.

“this is it!” you exclaim before wrapping your fingers around the worn out straps and pulling it out of the lost and found bin. immediately you begin to search through your bag, smiling when you pull out your favourite sunglasses that thankfully were not stolen.

“lucky sunnies?” jake questions while nodding to the glasses in your hand.

“not lucky, just my favourite ones,” you respond while clutching onto the plastic frames. “do you want to try them on?”

jake nods, and then proceeds to just stand there and look at you expectantly. it takes a second, but soon it clicks that he wants you to put them on him, so you open the temples and slide them onto his face.

his fingers briefly brush against yours as he moves to push them up the bridge of his nose before looking at you while posing like a model, “how do i look?”

“i’ll be honest,” you snicker, “i don’t think you can pull them off.”

“ouchhhh,” he feigns hurt before removing your sunnies and placing them back in your hand, laughing alongside you.

you’re not sure where to go from here. sure, you got what you came for, but you like talking to jake and you don’t want to stop. and something in his demeanour tells you that he likes talking to you too.

“you’ve got a beautiful view from here,” you state while making your way over to the large bay window that’s facing the ocean - jake follows behind you. the water appears to be almost black at this late hour, and the moon casts a pale white glow that reflects off of the surface of the sea. the waves lap at the shore melodically, creating a kind of ambience that could easily lull you to sleep.

if you strain your ears enough, you can hear the sound of jake’s breathing - it’s then you realise how close to you he really is. you pick up on the scent of salt water and sunscreen that clings to his skin, the soft whistle that passes his lips when he exhales, how he keeps glancing back and forth between your profile and the ocean.

“do you like working here, jake?”

his eyes meet yours briefly as he shifts his posture, opting to rest his weight on the wooden desk so his back is facing the window.

“it’s alright,” a heavy sigh passes his lips before he continues, “it pays well, and i like helping people, but i guess it can be kinda… draining?”

“understandable”

silence again. but it’s not an awkward silence. it’s comfortable, neither of you stretching the conversation out for longer than needed.

“i’m sure you get tons of girls throwing themselves at you though.”

jake laughs at your sudden statement before reaching up to timidly scratch at the back of his neck - something he does a lot when he’s nervous, you’ve noticed. it’s cute.

“ehh… not that many”

“oh come on! i’m sure you’re downplaying it.” you playfully shove jake’s shoulder as he tries to hide the bashful grin that’s plastered on his face, “my friends think you’re super hot. seriously, they could not stop ogling at you today.”

although the room you’re in is only lit from the glow of the moon, you can still see the faint blush that creeps its way onto jake’s cheeks at the sudden compliment. he laughs while hanging his head below his shoulders, his shaggy hair not quite long enough to hide how the tips of his ears have turned red as well.

he looks up at you before asking, “what do you think?”

you try your best to hide your outward reaction when you feel jake’s hand come in contact with your lower back. at this point he’s pressed up right against your side, and you can feel his breath fan against your ear when he exhales.

“hmm?”

“do you think i’m hot?”

you feel like a deer in headlights. of course you think jake is hot, but you’ve gotta play it cool.

“... yea?”

that was not cool.

both of you outwardly laugh at your coy response, with jake sheepishly burying his head into your shoulder. his blonde hair tickles the side of your face as he shakes his head to prevent himself from another outburst.

when your laughter dies down, jake keeps his head in the same place. you feel the tip of his nose drag along the skin in between your neck and your shoulder as he undoubtedly inhales the scent of your rose body wash.

jake’s hand that’s not resting on the small of your back makes its way up your arm, stopping at the thin strap of your cami before slipping his index and middle fingers underneath the elastic. he fiddles with the strap before allowing it to fall, and you shudder when his lips make contact with your now bare shoulder.

jake’s lips are soft and warm and you get a fluttering feeling in your tummy as he drags them along the skin of your shoulder. he kisses his way up your neck, the sensation almost distracting you from the feeling of his hand sneaking it’s way up your back to the other side of your face.

he holds your jaw between his thumb and forefinger as he detaches his lips from your neck, pulling away to look at you. his eyes have a certain look to them; a look that screams i want you and i want you now.

no boy has ever kissed you the way jake sim has. most boys are sloppy and kiss with too much teeth while trying to shove their tongues down your throat. jake is gentle though. from the way he leaned in to press his lips to yours to the way he cups your face in his hand, his actions are docile so as to not make you uncomfortable.

with time of course, he becomes more assertive. pushing his body flush against yours, he deepens the kiss while keeping a hold on your jaw. his teeth nip at your bottom lip and you allow him to slip his tongue into your mouth.

the bridge of his nose bumps against yours every so often as he works your face, his tongue pushing and gliding against yours as he explores your mouth.

a firm hand grasps your hip before turning you around, pushing you back and up so you’re sitting on the desk that creaks ever so slightly when you put your weight on it. it’s almost embarrassing how quickly you open your legs to allow jake to fit himself between them, his hips flush against your own.

his lips briefly meet your own before travelling down to your jaw, then your neck, then your collarbones before stopping at your breasts. your chest rises and falls with your breath as he sucks and nips at the supple skin of your tits, the action causing arousal to soak the cotton of your panties.

jake presses a couple chaste kisses to your chest before continuing his descent. you bite your lip in anticipation when you hear his knees make a dull thud as they come in contact with the floor, his fingers dragging up your thighs before stopping at the button of your gingham shorts.

“let’s get these off of you,” he somewhat whispers before popping the button open and pulling down the zipper before peering up at you through his eyelashes - that look alone almost makes you orgasm on the spot.

connecting the dots, you shift back onto your arms, allowing jake to pull your shorts down your legs, leaving you in your light pink lacy panties.

“cute,” jake whispers while playing with the frilly trim on the hem of your underwear, his fingers dipping underneath only to let go and allow the elastic to snap against your skin.

in a similar fashion to before, he begins to make his way up your legs, kissing and licking at the insides of your thighs as he moves closer and closer to where you need him the most. you can feel your panties sticking to your cunt, and you’re sure there’s a sizeable wet patch that will boost jake’s ego - seeing as he’s the one who caused it.

your legs feel like jelly hanging off of jake’s shoulders as he pushes his face against your core, the tip of his tapered nose pressing against your clit through your soaked panties. you brace yourself as jake licks a stripe from the top to the bottom of your cunt through the ruined fabric of your panties, his hands prying your thighs even further apart.

the rough cotton material sticks to your pussy and jake repeats his actions, causing you to moan out into the empty room. you’re about to complain about how the feeling of your panties stuck to you is now bordering on being uncomfortable, but jake seems to read your mind since he pulls them off of your hips and tosses them on top of your discarded shorts.

jake takes a few seconds to admire your now bare pussy, which is gleaming with wetness from his previous ministrations. the longer he looks at you the more shy you become, and you’re just about to beg him to do something before he dives into you.

his tongue explores your folds as he laps up your juices, acting as if your cunt is a cold cherry slushie that’s been given to him on a scorching hot day. “fuck jake~” you exhale while driving your hips against his face.

his tongue swirls around your hole a few times before testing the waters and dipping inside every so slightly, and when you grab a fistful of his hair in response, he knows he did something good. moving upwards from your entrance, he directs his attention to your clit; wrapping his lips around it and sucking gently. your back arches at the sensation and you implore him to continue.

while jake’s mouth is focused on your clit, he removes his right hand from where it was gripping your thigh to bring it up to your cunt. he pulls his mouth off of your clit momentarily to suck on his ring and middle finger, coating them with his spit before sliding them down to your entrance.

you gasp when you feel jake’s digits slip into your dripping hole, his lips moving back to wrap around your clit once again. the feeling has you keening and you arch your back, your arms tired from holding the weight of your torso up.

the wet sound coming from jake’s fingers slipping in and out of you and his tongue sucking at your clit mimic those of the lapping of the ocean waves behind you, and for a second you’re reminded of where you are. you’re in a lifeguard tower getting your pussy devoured by jake sim. holy shit. your friends would kill to be you right now.

when jake begins to curl his fingers inside of you you know you’re a goner. they graze your g-spot with every thrust and you can feel your ograsm ebbing and you rock your hips into his face.

jake’s brows are furrowed with concentration as he continues you pleasure you, undoubtedly feeling the way your walls are getting tighter and tighter around his fingers. “fuck jake, i’m cum-” is all you manage to moan out before your orgasm washes over you like a tidal wave.

your elbows wobble and you fall back onto your forearms as jake removes his fingers from you. he keeps his mouth on you though, continuing to eat you out through your orgasm. and, when you begin to squirm, he pulls away.

when jake stands up and hovers over you, you swear you almost cum again. his lips and chin are tainted with your essence, and his hair is dishevelled from the way your thighs were clamping around his head.

you watch as he haphazardly wipes his mouth on the back of his forearm before moving up your body to plant his lips on yours. it’s weird, tasting yourself on his lips, his tongue, but you like it.

his semi-hard cock covered by the fabric of his shorts presses against your exposed cunt, and you whine at the sudden contact.

“i really wanna have sex with you,” jake groans; it almost sounds like he’s in pain.

“then have sex with me,” you whine in response while allowing your hands to explore the expanse of jake’s back. you note that he’s still fully clothed.

“i uhhh,” he hesitates, “i don’t have any condoms.”

ah shit. there’s that issue. jake’s statement hangs in the air as he waits for you to respond while you weigh the options in your head. fuck it, this could be a once in a lifetime opportunity and you really want jake sim to fuck you.

“that’s fine.”

jake seems somewhat taken aback at your answer, his head tilting to the side slightly before clarifying, “really?”

“mhm,” you whisper somewhat seductively, trying to get back on track to where you were before. jake bites his lip and whispers a quiet fuck underneath his breath before peeling himself off of you. his fingers, two of which are still stained with your release, wrap around the hem of his shirt before he pulls it over his head.

his bottoms are next, and you watch with excitement as he unbuttons his shorts before pulling them off, his boxers coming with them. your heart rate picks up as you watch jake pump his cock a few times before slotting his hips between yours.

a pathetic whimper escapes your lips as you feel him drag the tip of his cock through your folds with ease, convulsing slightly when he bumps into your clit.

after what feels like an eternity of teasing (although you’re sure it couldn’t have been that long), jake pushes his dick inside of you, inserting just the tip at first before slowly sinking into your warm cunt.

the two of you groan in unison when he bottoms out, his chest pressed up against yours as he adjusts to the feeling of your pussy suffocating his cock. both of your breathing is already somewhat laboured at the excitement of it all, and you press a few kisses to his neck in an attempt to get him to move.

with some hesitation, jake pulls his hips away from yours so just his tip is inside of you before pushing back into you again. you allow yourself to lie flat against the old wooden desk underneath you, your hands on jakes shoulders pulling him down with you.

jake hides his face in the crook of your neck as he deliberately picks up the pace of his thrusts. his cockl stretches you deliciously and hits you in all of the right places, and you question if the two of you were made for eachother.

the corners of the window begin to slowly fog up as the two of you moan aloud into the open space. jake shifts so all of his weight is resting on one of his arms as the other makes contact with your breast. he massages your boob over the fabric of your cami before his hand makes its way to your cunt.

a pornographic moan escapes your lips when you feel his fingers press against your clit, your walls tightening around his cock which causes him to groan and bite onto the skin of your shoulder.

there’s a growing pressure in your lower abdomen that’s only getting stronger and stronger as jake continues to fuck you against the wooden desk that’s scratching the skin of your shoulder baldes.

jake’s close as well, you can tell by the way he’s losing his inhibition while pummeling his dick inside of you. sensing that you’re close to finishing, he grunts into your neck: “where can i finish?’

you tighten the grip of your thighs around his hips, a silent plea for him to finish inside of you.

jake pulls his head away from your neck to look at you directly, his eyes wide with concern and lust, “are you sure?”

you nod and whisper a quick ‘yes’ before grabbing the back of his neck and pulling him down so his lips are on yours again. it’s hard to call it a kiss, since the two of you are essentially just moaning into each other’s mouths, but the sudden intimacy of it all is what sends you over the edge.

a high-pitched moan is drawn from you as your second, and more powerful, orgasm of the night washes over you. it feels as if all of your nerves are on fire and you’re sure your skin is covered with goosebumps as your walls flutter around jake’s cock.

jake finishes with possibly the hottest groan you’ve ever heard and you feel him cum inside of you, warming you up from the inside out.

the two of you take a minute to bask in the post-orgasm haze you both are feeling, your chests heaving as you regain your breath. once your breathing has settled, the comforting sound of the rolling of the waves takes over.

jake kisses you once more before pulling out of you, careful to not be too abrupt with his movements in case he hurts you. he uses a red hand towel to clean you up, and then outstretches his hand to pull you up from where you’re lying.

your joints ache as you push yourself off of the countertop to get dressed, knowing that you’re definitely going to be sore tomorrow. once you’re finished getting dressed you look over your shoulder at jake, who’s leaned up against the wall with a smirk adorning his features; undoubtedly enjoying the view of you pulling your clothes back on.

walking over to jake, you lean against his chest and allow his arms to wrap around you, feeling safe in his embrace. you bask in the comforting silence and feel the way jake’s chest rises and falls as he inhales and exhales. this is all i need, you think. the moon, the ocean, and the hot lifeguard.

[nikirishimura]

Breaking Me in Two | Part 4

Word Count: 7.6k

Genre: smut, angst, mild fluff

Summary: You don't know what possessed you to say yes to a threesome between you, your best friend that you've been secretly in love with for years, and his new best friend.

Warnings: reader almost having a panic attack and jake ignoring it, switch!reader, mostly dom!sunghoon, mostly sub!jake, public sex, fingering, blowjobs, handjobs, cunnilingus, dirty talk, cum on titties, lots of jealousy and toxic man behavior

You’ve thought a lot about what happened between you and Sunghoon and about what led you there--how you could let him get to you like that to the point where you went to him behind Jake’s back and risked everything--and you came to the conclusion that Jake’s obliviousness and neglect are what left you so vulnerable to Sunghoon’s advances, whatever the reason behind them is.

Surely he is charming, as much as it pains you to admit, but you wouldn’t have fallen for his tricks if you weren’t so goddamn love-deprived to the point where you started doubting yourself so much that when Sunghoon actually showed interest in you, real or not, you fell into his arms right away.

You need to do something about this major weakness of yours, and soon, because there is no telling what you might do the next time Jake pulls a Jake and Sunghoon is there to prey on your lovesick self.

You thought hard about just being honest with Jake; just going to him and outright telling him how you feel and dealing with the consequences. At least then you could get a clear answer from him and put an end to Sunghoon’s mind games. But when you sat there and imagined how it might go and how you’d feel if Jake turned you down… it was just too painful to risk.

Yes, his obliviousness and resultant little rejections slowly ate away at you, but hearing a clear No from him would be too devastating a blow to your struggling heart.

So you considered ending this threeway relationship yourself without telling Jake anything about your feelings for him. If you cut it off yourself, you reason, it wouldn’t hurt as bad. That way he wouldn’t be rejecting you, and you wouldn't fall into a deep hole of self-doubt, wondering why you’re not good enough for him or why he doesn’t love you back. In a roundabout way, that made sense to you.

But you still couldn’t bring yourself to do it. No matter how much it hurts, this is the only way you could be with Jake and you weren’t ready to let go of him yet.

‘You'd be losing Sunghoon too.’ A nasty little voice whispers to you, and to your horror, a cold sense of dread hits you for a second at the thought of it before you forcefully shake it off.

Were you already attached to Sunghoon? Are you really that easy that a few empty words and gestures are enough to rattle your years-long love for Jake and make way for another man? You disgust yourself.

Speaking of the devil, there is no indication that Sunghoon had told on you. Jake seems as oblivious as ever, and it makes you wonder why Sunghoon really went along with what you did. Is it true that he likes you? Can you believe him? Does he like Jake too? Is that why he agreed to this relationship?

You could ask him but you’re not sure if it would do you any good. Would he even be honest with you? Maybe he’ll just use it as a chance to fuck with you more. Besides, you hadn’t been alone with him since that night, and you wish to keep it like that. You’re afraid if he gets you alone, you’ll do something stupid again.

“Let's go on that ride!” Jake’s excited voice breaks you out of your reverie with a start. Disoriented, you blink hard, trying to ground yourself and focus back on what’s happening around you.

You feel a hand on the small of your back and look up to its owner, coming face to face with Sunghoon. “Are you okay, princess?”

You wiggle away from him. Why did he have to be so attentive? You always feel exposed around him.

“I’m fine.”

“Come on, guys!” Jake interrupts impatiently, grabbing both your hands and tugging you towards the extensive line to the biggest roller coaster in the park.

“Jake, you know I don’t like roller coasters.” You squeak and try to pull your hand out of his grip, but he doesn’t let go. “But you’ve never even tried it. It’ll be fun. Trust me.”

“I don’t know, Jakey.” You protest hesitantly.

You want to appease him. You don’t want him to keep seeing you as the scared little girl he always knew. You want to be brave and impress him. But just one look at the steep highs and plunging slopes of the rollercoaster makes the blood in your veins run cold.

“Wait, Jake, stop.” Your body breaks out in cold sweat.

“Come on, just try it once.” He cajoles, but you shake your head. “I can’t.”

You feel stupid for having such a silly fear. It’s just a ride, and it’s perfectly safe. Even kids go on it. You can see a few of their little figures weaving in and out of the huge line restlessly as they wait for their turn. If they can do it, you can too, right?

The bile bubbling at the bottom of your throat, and your shaking legs say otherwise.

“Jake, just stop for a second.”

But he’s not listening and he doesn’t stop. He’s not listening and you’re seconds away from throwing your body to the floor like a scared toddler so he wouldn’t be able to tug you behind him anymore. You’re going to embarrass yourself in front of everyone. In front of Jake. In front of Sunghoon.

Suddenly, your interlocking hands are forced apart when Sunghoon presses down on them hard. “She said no, dude.”

The relief you feel only lasts for a second before Jake finally stops and turns around, looking to where your hands used to connect. “What the hell?”

“She doesn’t want to ride the rollercoaster. She’s scared, you idiot. Look at her, she’s fucking shaking.” Sunghoon says angrily, and you feel heat rising to your face at the fact that he can see how much of a wimp you are. Not only that, his loud voice attracts the attention of the people around you, and they too now know that you’re a whole grown adult scared to death of some amusement park ride.

Neither of the boys seem to be aware of people’s attention on you though as they’re too busy glaring at each other.

“I know she’s scared. I’m trying to help her overcome her fear.” Jake reaches out to try to grab your hand again but Sunghoon gets in between you two, preventing him. "She doesn’t need to overcome anything. Just let her be."

There is tension in the air as Jake looks between the two of you, the muscle in his jaw jumping in irritation. “Listen, dude. I know we’ve been hanging out a lot the three of us but I’m her best friend and I think I can look out for her just fine. She doesn't need you to be her white knight.”

You falter at the weird resentment in Jake’s voice. He seems to be really upset over this, but why? You’ve never heard him speak to Sunghoon that way. In fact, this whole interaction is strange.

Did he not expect him to intrude upon your dynamics and having him now try to dictate how Jake should behave with you is making him reconsider? Is he… jealous of how Sunghoon is taking the role that has long been his?

“You clearly can’t when you’re pushing her to do something she’s terrified of doing.”

“And you think you know what’s best for her?”

“More than you apparently.”

You gasp and take a step away from Sunghoon, distancing yourself from him and hopefully any misunderstanding Jake might have because of what he is saying.

You don’t think Sunghoon knows what’s best for you over Jake. You don’t want Jake to think that you’re replacing him with Sunghoon. This is all Sunghoon’s doing. He’s the one undermining him and driving a wedge between you.

You try to speak up and tell Jake that but you’re so nauseous, you’re afraid that if you open your mouth, you’ll throw up. So you just stand there and watch helplessly as Sunghoon speaks on your behalf.

“Let’s let her decide then.” Jake announces, turning to you. “Do you wanna come with me or stay back with Sunghoon?”

That is such an unfair question. Of course you want to go with him. You’d always choose Jake without a second thought, but as you glance at the roller coaster again, your head starts spinning and your hands shooting out to clutch onto the closest solid surface you can reach to steady yourself, which disastrously happens to be Sunghoon.

“I’m sorry.” You barely croak out, wincing as Sunghoon wraps his arms around your waist to hold you up, something that only makes the rage in Jake’s narrowed eyes double.

He scoffs at the both of you, a look of disbelief on his face before he spins on his heel and walks away to go stand in line alone.

“Jake, wait!” You yell out in a scratchy voice but he can’t hear you.

“He really is an idiot.” Sunghoon comments, exasperated, and you tear yourself out of his arms, voice more steady now that the danger is gone. “Don’t call him an idiot. Why did you have to make a scene like that?”

“Are you serious?” He looks at you incredulously, “You were gonna pass out if I hadn’t intervened.”

“I didn’t ask you to!” You screech. “You had no right! It was between me and him. Who are you to stick your nose into something that doesn’t concern you?”

“It does concern me because I care about you and I fucking hated seeing you so scared.” He retorts angrily.

His response, so passionate and resolute, knocks the fight out of you. You nervously shift your weight from one leg to the other as he stares you down, silently challenging you to contest his claims.

You're not sure you can. He seems genuine. He wasn’t doing it to make Jake look bad or to get between you two. He just saw how scared you are and wanted to… protect you? Isn’t that what Jake is supposed to be doing? Why does this stranger care more about how you feel than your own bestfriend, the person you’d proclaimed was your guardian angel?

No, that’s unfair to Jake. You’re letting Sunghoon’s opinion cloud your own. Jake wanted to help you. He may have gone about it the wrong way but his intentions were good. He just got defensive and stubborn when Sunghoon implied that he cares more about your feelings than he does. You’d be upset too if you were Jake. Even if Sunghoon thought he was helping you, he didn’t have to antagonize Jake like that and put you in the middle of it.

“But I didn’t ask you to.” You mumble, still annoyed that now Jake was upset at you because of him.

“So you wanted me to just stand there and watch while you have a panic attack because he’s being a stubborn idiot?”

“Yes.” You say before you think it through, flushing in embarrassment as you realize how stupid you sound. “I mean--just stay out of it!”

“No. I don’t think I will.”

“Seriously?” You gape at him, and he raises one eyebrow up, goading you.

“God, you’re so annoying.” You huff brattily, stomping away from him.

Unfortunately for you, he’s hot on your heels. “Now I get why Jake thinks you need to grow up. You’re like a spoiled little girl throwing a tantrum.”

Grow up? Did Jake tell him that?

“Leave me alone.” You shrill, turning around to poke your finger at his chest.

He grabs your hand, his large one dwarving your own, and smiles. “No.”

“Ugh.” You scream and rip your hand out of his warm grip. walking away again fast, barely noticing the weird looks people give you. It’s not a very smart plan though as Sunghoon is much taller than you and he easily keeps up with you.

Pretty soon, you get sweaty and exhausted, slowing down as your feet drag across the floor and your thighs burn. With thirst cracking at your throat, an idea springs up to your mind and you come to a stop.

“Tired already, princess?” He bites his lip, amusement dancing in his eyes.

You shoot him a glare. “Buy me a drink.”

That makes him pause. He looks at you quizzically, caught off guard by your sudden shift in tone, and you roll your eyes at him. “You care so much about me, right? Well, I’m thirsty and I want a drink.” You cross your arms over your chest and give him an expectant look.

He breathes out a laugh, somehow finding it in him to look at you with fondness in his eyes that pull on your heartstrings and almost make you feel bad for what you’re about to do next.

“Anything for you, princess.”

Like a gentleman, he goes to get you your drink, and you take the opportunity to run away from him again. You leave him waiting in line as you all but sprint away, only slowing down when you’ve put enough distance between the two of you.

You spend the next couple of minutes congratulating yourself for your devious plan and snickering as you imagine the look on Sunghoon’s face when he realizes you’re gone. But then you think of how disappointed he’d be, holding the drink you wanted while his eyes uselessly search for you in the crowd, and suddenly you feel like such a bitch. He was just trying to look out for you. He didn’t mean to make Jake upset with you…

No, you won’t feel bad for him. No matter his intentions, he crossed the line and inserted himself into the situation when you never even asked for his help.

But still…

Desperately looking for a distraction, you scour the booths selling all kinds of trinkets, looking for something that would catch your eyes. You stumble upson a small booth selling animal-themed ears. There, you find the cutest little kitten ears, and as soon as you lay eyes on them, your mind fills with the image of Sunghoon wearing them–sitting on his knees at your feet and looking up at you with that hint of adoration you’d seen earlier shining brightly in his eyes.

“That was really mature of you.” You jump when you hear Sunghoon’s sarcastic voice, and you unconsciously hide the kitten ears behind your back, cheeks burning as if he can read your mind and see what you were imagining.

But your action only draws his attention more. "What are you hiding, princess?"

"Nothing!"

"Come on, show me." He takes a step closer to you and you immediately take a step back.

"I'm not hiding anything."

He stares at you for a second, face worryingly blank, leaving you to fret over what he’s thinking, before he rolls his eyes. "Fine. Here's that drink you wanted.”

He pushes a plastic cup towards you and you reach out with your free hand to take it. Unfortunately for you, that was a trick, and as soon as your hand is occupied and his is free, he reaches forward and pulls your other hand from behind your back, taking a good look at what you were hiding.

"Aha!" He exclaims before cocking his head to the side in confusion, looking so curious and adorable it makes your heart lurch. But then he opens his mouth, tone one of disdain. “Are those for Jake?”

“No.” You mumble, embarrassed.

His face breaks out into a smile. “Are they for you?”

“No.” You answer derisively, making him confused again.

“Then who are they for?” He looks so cute with that lost look on his face that you can’t help but want to tease him. Gaining a little courage, you put on a smirk and say, “They’re for you.”

“No way.” He frowns, and if you didn’t have his face memorized, you would’ve missed the light blush spattering his face. It just makes you want to push him more, delighted at having actually made him flustered. "Come on, you'd look so cute in them, pretty boy."

He pauses at that, and you wonder if you went too far.

But then his composure comes back, and he’s looking at you with an inviting smirk. "Yeah? Why don't you put them on me yourself then, princess?"

You roll your eyes to cover your own flustered state. You can’t back down now. You’d already shown him how much of a coward you are today, you didn’t need to add to that.

“Fine.”

Holding onto the kitten ears tightly, you reach up to put them on his head, but he doesn't bend down so you have to stand on your tiptoes. This brings your faces dangerously close to each other, and when you realize that–your nose almost brushing his as you settle the kitten ears on his head–you stumble back, your drink spilling on you in the process.

“Fuck. I’m such an idiot.” You mutter under your breath. Why are you so embarrassing? As if you didn’t look enough like a loser already.

Busy beating yourself up mentally, you almost don’t notice Sunghoon raising up his hand with the drink in it before upending it, spilling the contents of it over the front of his shirt.

You take in an exaggerated breath, not believing what he just did. “What the fuck? Why did you do that?”

He shrugs. “Now we both look like idiots. Strength in numbers.”

Your face heats up and your heart picks up its pace. Did he really just do that for you? He made a fool out of himself just to make you feel better? That’s the stupidest and sweetest thing anyone has ever done for you.

“Alright, I know I’m the most romantic man you’ve ever met but stop staring at me like a lovestruck puppy, it’s creepy.” The playful grin on his face negates his words.

Rolling your eyes, you turn around and walk off before he can see the smile painting itself on your face.

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Now that you weren't being so antagonistic, you actually have a pleasant time with Sunghoon as you wait for Jake to reach the end of the line and ride the rollercoaster.

Sunghoon is actually… nice to be around. He’s funny in a quiet way, and surprisingly a bit goofy too, which he doesn’t try to hide from you. It makes you feel at ease around him, and you allow yourself to be silly too.

You understand on a deeper level why Jake likes him. All the little things he does--the way he looks at you, the subtle way he takes care of you, the calm smile on his face tinged with that hint of fondness--are all so heart-fluttering, it’s hard not to fall for him.

But you won’t. You can’t. You love Jake, and you still don’t trust Sunghoon.

Still, that doesn’t mean you’re not having fun, even if it’s tainted by the worry and anxiety over what Jake must be thinking right now and how things will go once he comes back.

"What are you doing?" You squeak when you hear the sound of a shutter going off and turn around from your tragically failed attempt at the shooter game you were playing to see Sunghoon holding his phone up to take pictures of you.

"You look pretty when you're frustrated."

“Shut up.” You blush, and once again the shutter goes off. "And you look prettier when you blush."

"Stop being gross and help me." You whine, covering your face.

To anyone watching, you two probably look like young sweethearts having a playful squabble. You can hear it in your own voice and in Sunghoon’s husky laugh wafting through the air. And that thought paradoxically brings a frown to your face.

The scene is right but the person is wrong. The man standing next to you and looking at you so tenderly should be Jake and not Sunghoon. This is all wrong.

And yet, as Sunghoon buys another ticket and tells you to “Step aside, princess. Let me show you how it’s done.” it all feels right.

Sunghoon stands upright, concentrating hard on the targets with a serious, calculating look on his face that contrasts humorously with the kitten ears he's still wearing. Looking like a determined kitty locked on its target, he’s sure to win you that stuffed toy you want so bad.

But as the water stream shoots out of his gun, it doesn’t even graze the air near the target and you burst out laughing.

He narrows his eyes at you. “You think it’s funny?”

“Yes.” You giggle, and he makes a show of flicking his hair back as he takes aim once again.

“I’ll show you, fair maiden.” He proclaims before failing miserably again, making you laugh even louder, and despite his failure and the slight bashfulness to his eyes, he looks content.

“You’re even worse than I am.”

He pouts. “Now that’s not a very nice thing to say to the man who is so heroically trying to win you that prize you want. It almost makes me just want to quit.” He trails off teasingly and you frown sadly, pretending to be remorseful.

“No, please, kind sir. I need it bad.” You say dramatically, and Sunghoon happily goes back to trying and failing to win. But neither of you really mind, having too much fun to care.

“What are you guys doing?” That voice that has such a grip on you breaks through your silly bubble and you straighten up immediately. “Oh hey, Jake…” You greet him timidly, “We’re just trying to win that black cat.”

"Oh right, black like your childhood cat.” He recalls, and your stupid heart flutters at him remebering that detail about you. “No worries, I'll get it for you."

Jake goes to buy a round and Sunghoon protests. "No need. I can do it."

“So why haven’t you?” Jake brushes him off, and Sunghoon’s face darkens.

“I wasn’t—” Sunghoon barely gets out before Jake starts shooting with great accuracy. You both watch in silence as he easily shoots at the targets in a way neither of you have been able to, until the round ends and the shopkeeper proclaims that he won and tells him to pick the toy he wanted.

Jake picks the black cat and turns to give it to you. “There you go, buttercup.”

“Thank you, jakey.” You sequel, throwing your hands around him and hugging him in excitement.

"Ah, it’s nothing." He says sheepishly, wrapping his arms around you tightly.

Looking up, your eyes meet Sunghoon’s sad ones and your body reacts on its own, pulling back from Jake who reluctantly lets you go. Sunghoon tried really hard to win for you. It’s not his fault he failed and you didn’t want him to think you’re any less appreciative of his efforts.

“Listen, I’m sorry for being an idiot earlier.” Jake holds your face close, “I really just wanted us to have fun together.”

“It’s okay. I understand.” You say absentmindedly, feeling Sunghoon’s heavy gaze on you and consciously willing yourself not to look at him. “We can still have lots of fun.”

“Yeah.” Jake smiles and pats your cheek, before frowning and stepping back to look at you. “Why are you wet?”

“Some idiot bumped into us while we were waiting for you to be done.” Sunghoon says sourly before you can get the chance to get a word in.

"Oh, sorry." Jake apologizes awkwardly, and you rush to assuage him, just wanting to put the whole thing behind you with little fuss. "It's okay. Did you have fun?"

"Yes, so much!” He answers excitedly before pouting, “I really wish you could’ve been there."

"That’s alright. There are still plenty of fun rides to check out."

"You're right." He throws his arms around you before glancing at Sunghoon. "Cute ears."

Frowning, Sunghoon grabs them, crumbling them in his hand before stuffing them in his pocket.

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You enjoy yourself way more after that. Jake insists on going on all the rides you like in order to make it up to you, and you have so much fun together… with one little hiccup. The strange tension between the two boys lingers well after you and Jake made up, and unlike the usual dynamic, Sunghoon seems to take a backseat, just following behind you and barely speaking up. You don't focus on it much however, just happy to be having fun with Jake.

You’ve visited nearly all the attractions the park has to offer at this point, and you’re now in the house of mirrors, when you reach a dead end.

“Again? Seriously?” You grumble. This is the third time you’re at a dead end and it’s getting a little frustrating.

In the reflection of the mirror, you see Sunghoon coming up behind you with a cryptic look on his face.

Looking at him through the mirror with suspicion, you ask, “What is it?”

You gasp when you feel a hand groping your ass under your skirt.

“What are you doing?” You hiss, stuttering when his fingers brush your pussy, rubbing it through your panties.

“Going to finger you.” You hear his deep voice whisper in your ear and you shiver.

You can feel him push your panties to the side to get at your hole, stroking it from outside and gathering the wetness collecting there on his fingertips while his other hand squeezes and kneads your ass.

“We’re in public.”

“So?” You feel him smiling against your neck before he sucks down on the skin there.

“Shit–” You curse, your resolve weakening for a moment at having him kissing your sensitive neck. It also doesn’t help that his fingers were steadily rubbing along your pussy. “So someone could catch us.”

“So?” He repeats, and when he presses his body against yours–the bulge in his pants pushing against your hip–you realize that not only does he not care, but that he actually likes the idea.

Jake steps in front of you, and you’re reminded that he’s there too and you chastise yourself for momentarily forgetting.

"Jake, tell him to stop." You protest, hypocritically grinding down on Sunghoon’s fingers, too weak to actually stop him yourself. But when you look at Jake, you see a determined little frown on his face as he watches Sunghoon. "Jake?"

His eyes snap to yours before they fall to your chest. His hands go to unbutton the front of your dress, pushing it aside to expose your breasts before he cups them in his hands. When his thumbs brush over your perked nipples, you gasp, prompting him to put his mouth on you, kissing and licking all over your chest.

“Jake…” You whine, and his answering hum falls on deaf ears as you become distracted with Sunghoon who pushes his finger inside you.

“Oh, fuck.” You curse lowly, your hand reaching back and grabbing his wrist. “Sunghoon, wait.”

“Let go of my hand, princess.” He warns, pressing a kiss to your ear.

“We really can’t do this here. I won’t be able to hold back. Someone will hear.”

“Let them hear. Want them to see you falling apart on my fingers.” There is an edge to his voice as he grinds against your hip. He curls his finger inside you, the pad of it rubbing against your sweet spot, making your legs go stiff and your hand let go of his wrist to hold onto Jake.

You hear a grunt from Jake and look down to see him frowning. He locks eyes with you and moves to capture one of your nipples in his mouth, sucking on it and drawing a sharp hiss from you.

They both seemed to be competing to see who will drive you more mad.

"I hate you both." You growl.

You had to do something too, you can’t just stand there and let them ravish you. So you reach one hand forward and one back, palming their dicks through their pants. They both groan at the same time, and with Jake’s lips around your nipple, the vibrations make electricity shoot down to your pussy.

"What a selfless princess. Wanna take care of us too?" Sunghoon teases, but you know he’s affected too by the way his cock twitches under your hand.

You awkwardly try to undo their pants. You pull Sunghoon out first, and his sigh of relief is hitched as your hand moves over his dick.

"Will never get enough of your little hand around my cock." He groans appreciatively, his finger pumping in and out of you with renewed vigor, making you struggle even more with Jake's tight pants.

Frustrated, Jake undoes them himself, grabbing at your feeble hand and wrapping it around his dick. He pulls away from your tits, lips glistening and a trail of saliva connecting them to your chest before it breaks off.

"Been thinking of this the whole time I waited for that stupid ride." Jake grunts, grabbing your tits and jiggling in his hands before squeezing them firmly and pinching your wet nipples. You let out a choked moan, arching into his touch, before you clamp down on your tongue and shut yourself up. "Was so worked up and I needed you."

You whimper at his words. He needed you. He needs you still. You can feel it in the way his hot length jumps in your hand. It's everything you wanted.

You open your mouth to say something when Sunghoon buries his finger all the way inside you and curls it, rubbing against your g-spot and making a sharp jolt of electric pleasure zap through you.

"Are you close?" Sunghoon drawls in your ear, rubbing at the rough spot inside you incessantly, hurling you to your orgasm. “You are. I can feel how hard you’re clenching around my finger. I want you to cum for me, princess.”

Jakes sniffs derisively, one of his hands moving down your body and between your legs. You barely have enough time to react, eyes widening, before he brushes his fingers over your clit, making your orgasm crash down on you.

“Jake, fuck!” You gasp, letting go of both men's cocks to grab onto Jake as you shake violently, your legs giving out from under you as you try to keep from screaming.

You feel an arm wrap around your waist and pull you up and back against the body behind you, a little whine scratching your throat when you feel teeth stinging at your neck and you realize Sunghoon was biting you, the pain of it becoming more sharp as the waves of pleasure give way.

But then Jake speaks up, making you forget all about it. "Wanna fuck you." He whispers, staring at you with lust-heavy eyes.

The word Yes is at the tip of your tongue, ready to dance off when Sunghoon lets go of your waist and pushes you down to your knees.

"No. He doesn't deserve it."

Jake gives him a dirty look and you open your mouth to say something snarky when he pushes two of his fingers inside your mouth, shutting you up.

“So pretty.” He murmurs, pumping his fingers in and out of your mouth, the movement producing a wet sound. “Can you taste yourself on my fingers, princess?”

You glare at him, about to bite down on his fingers in retaliation when you hear a whimper and look to Jake to see him pumping his dick, frown gone as he’s too busy appreciating the scene in front of him. You’re sure you’re a sight to see, on your knees with Sunghoon fucking your mouth with his fingers.

Wanting to entice him further, you open your mouth wide and stick your tongue out, licking the underside of Sunghoon's fingers and intentionally putting on a fucked out look on your face, making the both of them groan.

Men are so easy.

Ever impatient, Jake whines and moves forward, prodding the head of his dick against your cheek and smearing precum on your skin. "Here, buttercup. Put this in your mouth instead."

“No.” Sunghoon intervenes again, giving him a light shove and making him take a step back. "You've been bad."

"That's none of your business." Jake grits out, the anger back on his face at being cockblocked twice.

They both look like they're about to get into another fight, and you really don’t want that to happen.

"Shut up, both of you." You snap, and Sunghoon looks at you in annoyance while Jake stares at you in shock. "That's enough testosterone for today. If you’re not going to play nice, I'll make the both of you get dressed and walk you around the carnival with your dicks straining against your pants. Understood?"

Jake throws a glance at Sunghoon, not believing the way you were speaking. You can’t believe it either, but you’ve had enough of their little dominance displays. You’re horny and you just wanna have a good time, dammit!

When Sunghoon doesn’t protest, merely glaring at you dirtily, Jake falls in line too.

"Good." You sit back on your heels and reach out to grab their dicks, stroking them in sync.

You start off slow, enjoying the way their pleasure builds up, Jake's moans short and frequent, egging you on, while Sunghoon's are low and sparse as if he's challenging you. He’s not fully letting go and it irks you. He wasn’t like this when you were alone together.

Circling your thumb and index finger under the head of their cocks, you stroke the sensitive skin there. The effect on them is immediate, with Sunghoon groaning and Jake's moans rising in pitch.

"You like it when I touch you here, boys?" You ask, tongue poking out to wet your lips, and Jake's eyes stick to it.

"Please." He begs, hips stuttering a bit. "Want your mouth."

"I don't know." You hum, enjoying the feeling of Jake actually wanting you this bad and wanting to prolong it as much as possible. "Sunghoon is right. What you did wasn't very nice."

"I'm sorry." The hapless puppy effuses, "I just wanted us to have fun together like oohhh—" He cries out as you lean forward to lick his slit, his legs shaking. "Please!"

"Be quiet, puppy." You chastise, "Someone could hear you and come in to see me on my knees taking both your dicks at the same time, and we wouldn’t want that now, would we? " You say provocatively, glancing at Sunghoon, knowing he'd like that, and he does. His dick twitches in your hand and you grin.

Jake on the other hand doesn’t seem to be particularly into it but he's too horny to think about the consequences.

"No. I'm sorry." He apologizes again, voice barely lower. "Just need your mouth. Please put my dick in your mouth and I'll be quiet. I'll shut up. Please "

"God, you're a mess." You exalt, leaning forward and taking Jake's length into your mouth.

Contrary to his promise, Jake shouts as soon as you put your lips on him, but Sunghoon is quick to jump in and clamp a hand over his mouth.

"Good kitty." You pull back to say, eyes locking onto his as you take Jake in your mouth again.

He doesn’t look very pleased. He must not like that you’re going against his word and letting Jake get away with his earlier behavior, but you don’t really care. In fact, you find it exciting and want to tease him even more.

With your eyes on Sunghoon, you lick and suck on Jake’s dick, letting out exaggerated moans and going so deep as to gag around Jake’s dick a couple of times.

Jake seems to be in heaven, his body tensing and muffled moans coming in a constant stream from his mouth, but you find yourself preoccupied with Sunghoon instead, your hand twisting and moving over his dick, trying to elicit more than the few reserved moans he allows out.

You know he’s as worked up as you and Jake, you can feel how hot and hard he is, and all the precum leaking from him provides an easy glide of your hand over him. But he refuses to let go, and it upsets you.

Taking Jake’s dick out of your mouth, you ignore the dissatisfied whine he lets out, and wrap your lips around Sunghoon instead, reveling in the deep curse he lets out and determined to pull even more moans out of him.

You move slowly, taking him as deep as you can then sucking ever so slightly at his tip when you reach it.

"Such a fucking tease." Sunghoon hisses, removing his hand from over Jake’s mouth in favor of twisting it in your hair as you move your head over his dick.

You repeat the same motion a few times, every time his moans become more frustrated until he grabs you by the back of the head and thrusts his hips forward, slamming his length down your throat. You whine around him, and he pulls away only to thrust back in, making you choke around him.

The air fills with the obscene sounds of him fucking your face intermingled with his heavy breathing and deep groans.

"Fuck, princess. You’re being so good for me. Taking me so well." His hand is fisted in your hair, tugging on the strands and causing a sharp pain. But you don’t care, not when you have him finally letting go for you. Pushing your tongue out of your mouth, you give him more space while simultaneously providing him with extra stimulation every time the underside of his dick brushes against the rough surface of your tongue.

"Not fair." Jake pipes up, bucking his hips and trying to fuck your hand. “Pay attention to me too.”

“Shut up.” Sunghoon strains like a little boy shutting his brother up so he wouldn’t expose him.

It doesn’t work though, and you put your hand against his stomach and use it to push yourself away from his dick, finally getting to breathe again.

“No, princess, come on, I was so close.” He protests, pressing his dick against your panting mouth, the head of it getting past your lips before you wrap a hand around it and push it away.

“Stop it.” You croak, going back to stroking their dicks as you catch your breath. “You’re being selfish.”

Jake’s right. Sunghoon was getting more attention than Jake, but that’s not the reason you stopped. You knew Sunghoon was getting close and you just wanted to tease him more.

“You’re going to drive me crazy.” He laments and you smile, scooting closer to them and presses the head of their dicks against your chest, using them to rub at your nipples while you stroke them–the visual making both boys salivate. “I know.”

“Fuck, that’s so hot.” Jake mutters, his hips twitching as he struggles not to hump your tits.

You struggle too. Your nipples are so sensitive and even that little stimulation is making you squirm in your place, rubbing your thighs together to give yourself some relief. You're so horny, you might actually cum just from this alone.

“What’s wrong, princess? Need something to fill your pussy?” Sunghoon heaves, looking down at you like a cat looking at a little mouse–like he could eat you up. And god, do you want him to, but you’re trying so hard to maintain your control of the situation. You can’t let him usurp you again.

“Why don’t you stand up and lean against that mirror so I can stuff you up with my cock and make it all better?” He talks down to you, and you hate how that makes you rub your thighs together harder, your pussy ache as you imagine him doing just that.

But you don’t give into him. Instead, you use his own kink to undermine him.

“What I want is for you to blow your load on my tits. Want you to cover them in cum until they’re all white. Think you can do that, kitty?” You purr, making him curse under his breath and his cock jump. And he’s not the only one.

"Fuck,” Jake gasps, “I didn't know that my bestfriend is such a slut."

The spell breaks for a moment as Sunghoon glowers at Jake and you worry he'll snap at him and ruin the moment so you quickly increase your pace, going from tight languid strokes to fast ones.

“Come on, boys, give me all you’ve got. I know how much your balls are aching right now.” You coax, the sticky sound of you stroking their dicks amplifying as your hands blur over their length. “Don’t you want to empty every last drop on my tits until I’m covered in your cum?”

Sunghoon breaks first–the entire scene playing up right into his fantasy–with Jake following not too far behind.

As promised, they make a big mess on you, staining not just your skin but also your dress. The feeling of their hot cum on your skin and the fucked out looks on their faces as they stare down at you almost push you over the edge.

But it’s not enough, and you can’t help the little whine of frustration you let out.

You’re thinking about how you’ll make them get you off when Sunghoon suddenly grabs you and pulls you up to your feet.

“What are you doing?” You yelp as he turns you around, holding you against his chest. “Clean her up.” He tells Jake.

"Wait–" You hurry to say, feeling the control getting ripped right out of your hands. But Jake is already on it, putting his mouth back on your chest, except this time he’s licking his and Sunghoon’s cum off of you.

It’s not any less stimulating for you though and by the time he’s finished, you're shaking with need in Sunghoon’s unyielding grip.

“Ready to get fucked, princess?” He whispers in your ear.

You want it bad, but you don’t want to give him the satisfaction of not only having taken the power from you but also having you admit how much you want him. So you grab Jake hair and push down on it until he’s on his knees in front of you.

“What are you doing, princess?” You can hear the ire in Sunghoon’s voice but you ignore him, nudging Jake’s head forward, and he’s more than happy to go along with your plan.

Pulling your dress up to expose your pussy, Jake leans in to press a chaste kiss to your mound.

“Don’t tease.” You warn and Jake grins up at you. But before you can do anything, Sunghoon grabs one of your thighs, pulling it up to spread your pussy apart, before he pushes your hand off Jake and replaces it with his own, grabbing him by the hair and pressing his face to your pussy. "Get to it, brat."

Jake gives him a sharp look, but you guess he decides he’s the one at an advantage here because he gives in without a fight, sticking his tongue out and licking long stripes along your pussy.

Jake keeps his eyes on the both of you as he eats you out, messy but eager like a little puppy, and even through the burning pleasure flushing your body, you can feel the sharp indents of Sunghoon’s nails digging into your flesh.

"Are you enjoying yourself, princess?" He whispers in your ear so only you can hear. “Does he feel good? Is he eating you out better than I did?”

You shiver, reminded of your forbidden tryst. Is Sunghon going to say something to Jake because he’s annoyed? Would he go that far?

Your brain wants to go into panic mode but then Jake wraps his lips around your clit and sucks, stopping all thought processes at once as your pleasure explodes and you cum, throwing your head back in a silent scream.

Sunghoon sighs and peppers kisses along the side of your neck as your body shudders with the little aftershocks of the orgasm, made all the worse as Jake keeps lapping at your pussy.

“Jakey, stop.” You protest and he grins, getting to his feet and biting his glistening lips.

“You came so hard for me, buttercup.” He proclaims proudly, pulling you into a messy kiss.

You freeze for a second. This is the first time Jake has initiated a kiss, and it takes you a moment to process that before you kiss him back, heart soaring. This is everything you’ve wanted and you’re finally getting it.

The kiss quickly turns from playful to hungry, Jake’s tongue finding its way into your mouth as you moan around it. He was never this eager before-- you could taste it on him and it quickly intoxicates you and clouds your brain.

You nearly forget where you are and who you’re with, too busy floating on a cloud of happiness, until you feel yourself being pulled away from Jake.

“That’s enough.” Sunghoon says coldly, his voice like ice water over your body, and when you crane your head around to look at him, you find his expression unreadable. “We need to get home.”

But then Jake is grabbing your hand and pulling you to him with a big smile on his face, the warmth radiating off of him beating back Sunghoon’s coldness.

“Let's go.” He pulls you behind him and you gladly follow.

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A/N: I struggled so much to get this chapter out so leave me a message letting me know what you think so I don't feel like all my effort was in vain and lose all motivation to finish this story thank you. also don't expect the next chapter before a month or something because I have so much on my plate rn

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── 玫 : the 2 hot!

PAIRING. roommate!sunghoon x f!reader.

SUMMARY. when in a blackout, the next best thing is to light some candles, cosy up, and… play too hot with your hot roommate?

WARNINGS. softdom!sunghoon. couch sex. fwb ( ˘ ͜ʖ ˘). sushi (yk raw doggin it). creampie. reader + hoon are like frenemies? or something. oral (m receiving). hoonie sucks ur fingers this time.

WORD COUNT. 2.2k

the dark glow of the room engulfed the living room you and sunghoon sat in alone. fading sunbeams and the streetlights were the only source of luminescence you had.

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[nikirishimura]

I OWE YOU— PART TWO.

GENRE Roommates AU, Playboy!Jake, Virgin!Reader, Heavy Smut, Slight Angst, Fluff (if you squint)

PAIRING f!Reader x Jake/Jayeun

WARNINGS 18+ ONLY, Arguing, Cursing, Possessiveness, Jealousy, Implied one-sided feelings, Unresolved/hurt feelings, Flirting, Slight slow-burn, Morally-grey characters, Sexual inexperience, Making out, Breast worship, Nipple play, Spit play, Light biting, Dirty talk, Praise kink, Dry humping, Clit orgasm, Squirting, Cum eating, f!Receiving, Switch!Jake, Dom!Jake, Switch!Reader, Sub!Reader WORD COUNT 6k+

SUMMARY What’s life like when an aloof girl with a grumpy streak and a guy who’s the human personification of charm become roommates?

In which a kiss on the cheek turns into a kiss on the lips turns into more than you bargained for from your playboy roommate.

AUTHOR’S NOTE I recommend reading the part one drabble for context, and if you have— welcome to the second NSFW installment! I've been working on this one in my drafts bit by bit for the past several months as I had no clue if I'd ever publish it (I was just planning on keeping it to myself bc of how horny it is ha). You can thank a particular aussie for wrecking me big time recently.

This has a lot of typical tropes for its genre, but I don't think boobs get enough love in fics around here (at least for my tastes), so enjoy. Like/reblog this fic and leave me some feedback if you enjoyed it and want more. Maybe it won't take me another six months to come out with another chapter.⚰️ © 2022, Heart and Fangs. All rights reserved. Do not translate or post anywhere.

You padded over to your door in a haze and swung it open, nearly running into your roommate, Jake.

“Morning, sleepyhead,” you winced as he tapped his knuckles atop your head, passing you on his way out.

You scoffed, rubbing sleep from your eyes. Evening naps always made you feel groggy and even more exhausted than before you even rested. You glanced at your phone screen, then shoved it into your short pocket. 

“It’s 11 P.M. You’re going out?”

“Actually, I’m having someone over.”

All trace of drowsiness fell from your face as you shot him an incredulous look, but he didn’t seem to notice with his attention on the glowing screen of his phone.

You gripped his wrist firmly, causing him to go wide-eyed.

“I thought we agreed on no visiting and no visitors since that terrible flu is going around right now,” you reminded pointedly.

“I… I completely forgot.” You raised an eyebrow at him as he continued. “It’s just been so long, and… force of habit.”

Is a week so long for this guy?

You sighed, “It’d be nice if you thought about your roommate’s well-being for once. I can’t afford to get sick at this time of year with how busy I am.”

A look of guilt flashed across his face. 

Huh. So the guy can feel some shame.

“I do care,” he shot back, “Seriously, I forgot. Otherwise, don’t you think I’d be going out instead of blatantly having someone over if I were trying to go behind your back and see someone?”

You sighed, “Fine, but a deal’s a deal. Say what you need to get her to leave, alright?”

He nodded while staring elsewhere; you followed his line of sight to your grip encircling his wrist. Quickly retracting your hand, you moved past him to the kitchen pantry. Jake was usually the one who initiated contact with you, rarely the other way around so you felt a bit subconscious about touching him.

While you rummaged quietly for some midnight snacks, you listened closely for any sign of the door opening. To your relief, it remained silent, except for the tapping of his phone screen.

“There, I sent her off,” he said dejectedly.

“Thanks, I know this isn’t easy for you.”

He detected the sarcasm in your tone and crossed his arms, leaning against the countertop. With your back to him, his eyes slowly took in your mussed hair, that signature oversized shirt you’ve owned since you were ten, and those sweat shorts that barely cleared the tops of your thighs. You’d definitely worn them for the past three days straight. Indeed a homebody, he found your rare company refreshing despite how abrasive you could be at times.

“You’re a terrible sympathizer.”

“Am I?” You turned around and tore open a pocky pack, sticking the biscuit stick past your lips.

The sudden calculating look in his eyes was slightly unnerving, but you stood your ground. Upon approaching you, he snatched the pack out of your hands and strolled into the living room. You momentarily stared after him in disbelief.

“That’s mine,” you followed behind him closely, trying to reach around him to reclaim your snack.

“Well, I’d like some. Do you mind?”, he kept it out of your reach and blocked your path with his broad shoulders, keeping you at his back. He leaped over the couch and landed on a cushion with a bounce, shooting you a smirk, your midnight snack held captive. 

You placed your hands on your hips. 

“That’s the last pack left! Don’t act like a child and try and get back at me for something we previously agreed to, Jake.”

“But as you already know, this whole abstinence thing isn’t easy for me,” he shot back, snapping a biscuit stick in half in his mouth.

You rolled your eyes and squinted at him as he offered you a piece, beckoning you closer. 

“I’ll give it all back if you sit down and watch something with me. C’mon ___, humor me on this terribly lonely night. You're always alone in your room.”

That’s because you have obnoxious company over more often than not. 

You huffed but found yourself leaning forward with an unamused expression.

“Ah,” you parted your lips.

Jake bit his lip, stifling a fit of giggles as he stuck a pocky into your mouth.

Annoyed, you pressed forward further, taking nearly the whole biscuit into your mouth. Before your lips touched Jake’s fingers, your jaw snapped shut with an aggressive crunch.

“Gosh, you’re scary, you know that?” He tossed the remaining end of the biscuit into his mouth. You averted your eyes at Jake’s daring act, finding it difficult to ignore how he licked the chocolate and crumbs off his fingertips, all with a pleased grin.

“Just with people who annoy me.”

He handed you the pack, which you snatched out of his grasp. You plopped down on the cushions at the end of the sofa, intending to keep to yourself for the rest of the night.

Jake shook his head, “I’m messing with you... Is it weird I find that side of you endearing?”

You adjusted the cushion behind your back. “That’s the first time I’ve heard that. You might have some sort of issue if that’s the case.”

Jake looked off to the side. “One issue amongst many. Regardless, I’d want you on my side if I got into a fight or something.”

A slight sense of pride swelled in your chest at his words, but you showed no sign of it. “Yet, here are you are on this fine night, trying to pick a fight with yours truly over some snacks.” 

He laughed, quickly reaching over to brush the knuckle of his index finger against your side ever so lightly in jest. Your breath caught at the electrifying sensation across your ribs; it disappeared as he pulled back.

“How else am I supposed to get your attention?”

Jake propped his elbow up on the couch arm and rested his chin on his palm with a small smile, his eyelids lowering slightly.

“Maybe just use your words,” you murmured, feeling a flush work up to your neck.

“What’s that?”

“Nothing.”

Distracted, you returned to munch on your Pocky while Jake began to flip through the TV guide. “Alright, what do you wanna watch?”

“What makes you think I wanna watch something with you? I’m just here to finish my snack.”

He pouted.

“I’m sure you'll be wide awake for the next couple of hours since you took a nap. And since this is my new reality now,” Jake gestured at the space between you two,” You should take responsibility and keep me company tonight.“

You slowly turned towards him.

“You owe me, remember?”

“Ah, you’re right, I do,” he nodded as though recalling your deal after you were generous enough to lend his one-night stand your underwear. 

“You’re the youngest person I know to have dementia, dude.”

Jake opened his mouth to retort, but your terrible joke did have weight to it.

“I admit… so what’ll it be? Going to dump chores on me for the month? My treat for Door Dash this week? Or maybe a new matching lingerie set?” He glanced you over teasingly.

Your cheeks reddened at the memory of you shoving your underwear at Jake and shooing him away, then his lips pressing against your cheek unexpectedly. And, of course, the flash of his bare skin, which was surprisingly not a common sight in your flat despite his nightly activities. 

“Sim—”

“I’m joking. Well?”

“I mean, I figured you’d count pausing your hook-ups until flu season ended as the favor repaid, but if you’re not…” you glanced over at him, and he looked at you expectantly. A bit surprised, you rubbed at your wrists self-consciously. “I’ll think about it and let you know.”

Jake flashed you an easy smile, then stretched his arms over his head, tucking them under his neck. “Alright then. Just let me know, ___.”

You nearly kicked yourself for staring at the way the thick cords of muscles in his arm flexed; it was a bit fascinating to you as someone who drew for a hobby. Sometimes you forgot just how in shape the guy was, but it made sense for an athlete like him. Some mornings, you’d bump into him after he came from an early run– the sight of him breathing heavily, covered in a sheen of sweat while shooting you a smile in the kitchen was always a difficult image to forget, and one you'd never get used to.

Nor were the sounds of his groans late at night. For whatever reason, it never made a difference to him and his partners if you were in the flat when they did their thing. Again, you chalked it up to a lack of shame. Thank god for noise-canceling headphones, although some nights your curiosity got the best of you, as did your lack of self-restraint. One too many times, but you would never admit it.

Part of you envied Jake for living so freely and without self-imposed restrictions; the other loathed him. Between the two of you as roommates, you were always the uptight one who most resembled a responsible adult, but you secretly wondered what it might be like to be the girl on the other side of the wall.

The thing is, you've been that girl once. Just a couple years ago, you thought you'd met the one, and had given away precious firsts in the belief of that.

Oh, how you were led astray.

Your brows furrowed as your mind attempted to shove the memories down; they were trying to resurface against your will.

Even though you led a very different lifestyle than Jake, you couldn't blame the girls who cozied up to your roommate so easily and in flocks at that. At least not entirely. You understood loneliness but instead subjected yourself to it ever since the day 'love' took on a completely different meaning to you. The solution of solitude and the pursuit of your career has done you well, so far.

You dragged your hand over your face and directed your attention to the TV, hoping Jake hadn't seen you staring off into space. Random dialogue from a show filled the room a long couple of minutes before either of you spoke again.

“New shows sort of suck,” you complained, tossing your trash onto the table. You'd have to restock your snack pile this week.

“Yeah. How about one of these?” He tapped on the remote control. “Choose your pick, supernatural beings, psychological thrillers, true crime, hot serial killers–”

“Yeah, sure. Wait a minute–” you narrowed your eyes at Jake.

Has he been snooping on your Netflix profile?

“Haha.”

Despite the new selection that was way more to your liking, your mind drifted again, not having counted on Jake actually granting you a favor. 

What could you possibly ask of him? You didn’t want to waste it delegating your chores to him or food. You could easily take care of things on your own. For some weird reason... you wanted to make it count.

However, your mind drew a blank. You turned on your side and eyed Jake across the couch, whose attention was on the screen, shadows and light dancing across his relaxed features. His legs sprawled over the sofa while you huddled under your soft blanket. You watched him unconsciously run his tongue over his lips out of habit. Christ.

Feeling stiff, you stretched your legs against his side; he made room for you. 

“This is probably the stupidest thing that’s gonna come out of my mouth as a fully grown adult.”

He chuckled. “Ditto, it’s past midnight. What is it?”

“I just…” you hesitated before slowly speaking, “My first kiss was terrible.”

That drew Jake out of his TV-induced stupor. Jake snorted at first, but he didn’t miss the myriad of emotions that flickered across your features– something akin to anger, sadness, disgust, and embarrassment all at once. He flashed a look of concern in your direction.

“I-I don’t know why I’ve been thinking about it recently…” your fingers brushed absently over your cheek. “Maybe because you kissed my cheek that morning, and it brought back memories.”

Lost in thought, you missed the way Jake’s eyes darkened. He was curious about the details you were withholding from him and weighed pressing the matter. You really sounded like you needed to talk for the first time since living together. 

“How bad was it?” He asked.

“It was a complete shitshow, honestly. I thought I was giving away my first kiss to someone I’d spend the rest of my life with. It was a silly thought,” you laughed, “A first kiss might mean nothing to you. I thought it meant something, but my friend was just… curious. He had me convinced and was pretty awful about how he went about it.”

Why am I spilling all of this to a flagrant playboy?

“If you want to share more, I’ll listen,” he reassured.

Although you were a bit startled at his response, you decided to continue, “He was sort of pushy about the kiss… even commented on how weird my teeth felt,” you laughed but it rang empty. 

“Clearly he was just using me. Actually, the way he got me to even kiss him– amongst other things," Jake noticed how you quickly skimped over the details, "–In the first place was because he told me he wanted to marry me. It was ridiculous, but despite all the red flags, I told him I loved him, and he said he felt the same.

He took it all back the next day and still wanted to be just friends. Our relationship got even more complicated, and I eventually ended it. Best decision of my life, but also the hardest. I was naive, but we’ve all had our hearts broken at least once by a terrible person, haven’t we?” You joked.

Unable to look Jake in the eye, silence filled the room, and you decided this was the most self-conscious you’ve felt in your entire life.

“I unloaded a lot on you right now, sorry. It’s pretty embarrassing,” you said, trying to swallow a lump in your throat. 

Fuck, this feels pathetic. I just thought I’d be honest with the guy for once, but I sound like I’m vying for sympathy. And with the way I’ve treated him tonight, I wouldn’t be surprised if he just started trolling me–

You felt a warm hand slide over your own, giving you a comforting squeeze. Your wide eyes met Jake’s steady gaze. 

“Being vulnerable with someone isn’t embarrassing, ___. Not with me.”

First your eyes widened, then a small smile pulled at your lips.

“Thank you,” you said ever so quietly. 

Jake’s breath caught at the sight of your expression softening– although he knew he didn't deserve your vulnerability, he couldn’t help himself.

“I don’t want this to mean anything. I hate being haunted by the memories, but I know who I am right now isn’t conducive to developing a relationship with someone. To override those memories, that is,” you explained, “Still, I wish I could forget my shitty first kiss above everything else, I hate that it’ll be in my head for the next decade.”

You wondered if he'd catch on, figure our your unvoiced request.

“You don’t want ‘what’ to mean anything? I’m not entirely sure what you mean.”

“Are you gonna make me spell it out?” You whispered.

You clutched your knees to your chest as Jake shifted closer, his arm resting across the back of the couch frame, his hand moving from yours to toy with the edge of your blanket. Immediately, you missed the heat of his skin– you've been missing it ever since that morning he kissed your cheek.

“You’d leave it up to someone like me to guess?” Jake brought the knuckle of his index finger to his lips, eyes trained on you, “What if I’m way off base? Would you hold me to it?”

Despite your nerves going awry, you held his stare, tried to speak in a steady voice, “You bet I will.”

Jake's hands traveled up to your knees; you let him part them slowly as he shifted between your legs to lean over you. He steadied himself with a hand spread out near your hip, the other brushed your hair back from your neck, sending chills across your skin.

The barrier of the blanket did little to lessen the deep impression of his touch on your body. You had expected him to pounce on you with his signature zest, but his movements were relatively slow yet insistent. Different than the eager way he'd stumble to his bedroom while sucking hickey's onto a random girl's neck and accidentally open the door to yours.

“You bet I will,” Jake repeated, tipping your chin towards him, “That’s my girl.”

His girl.

You would’ve been at his neck at any other point in time for saying something so outrageous, but you were currently far from caring.

He watched your eyes flutter close, the way your body shivered at his words. 

It was bizarre how you could go from being at each other's throats to invading their personal space without a second thought. It didn’t take much from either side to get here, but then again it wasn’t easy for you to be so open with him He must've sensed that.

You could almost feel his lips hovering over your own, but then he paused– only to press a chaste kiss to the corner of your mouth.

The couch dipped, and he pulled away. Eyes shooting open, you gave him a confused look. He wore an expression of... apprehension?

“You’re messing with me," you accused.

“I’m... I'm not. I don’t kiss, at least not on the lips.” 

You couldn’t help but laugh, a little disheartened. Although, you could never recall him making out with any girls he had over. “What? Why?”

“Kissing just… makes you feel things about the other person that you wouldn’t feel otherwise. Feelings that can complicate things. It’s proven science.”

So much about that line he delivered on vulnerability. Was he playing me?

“Right. Spoken like a true fuck boy,” you began to turn away, chest aching for some reason. 

To your embarrassment, Jake held your chin to keep you in place. You tugged at the edges of your shorts; the blanket had fallen somewhere on the carpet. He looked to your lips, then met your eyes with a searing gaze.

“You know what I’m about, ___.”

Heat crept across your chest and up your neck. 

“We’re worlds apart,” you stated.

“Are we?”

Is he offering what I think he is?

“We both know it,” you insisted, “Yet… why do you stare at me like that when you know I can’t give you what you want? When you know we both want different things.”

“What do you think I want from you?”

Your head was beginning to spin both from the proximity between you and Jake and the jumble of thoughts in your head.

You considered your motivations; were you really just hoping for a kiss? Or more?

“Obviously, what you want from any other girl–”

“There was no other girl tonight,” he interjected.

You hesitated before shaking off his hold on your chin. “You just made that up? Why?”

Jake sat back against the couch cushions, hands spread across his thighs. He released a heavy breath. 

“I figured I’d make an excuse to get your attention and to hang out with you. You don’t really bother to spend time with me even though we're roommates, especially when it’s just us in the flat.”

He wanted to hang out with me that badly, just to get into my pants? To the point where he was willing to leverage our temporary agreement? 

“You’re unbelievable lying to me like that. You're the one who always has people over. Now what, am I supposed to keep you entertained? Do you realize how childish and attention-seeking that sounds?”

“I do,” he nodded, “But sometimes you see right through me, and other times I feel like I’m in my own echo chamber,” His words carried a tinge of frustration, “Honestly, your request is over the top, but I haven’t been hanging out with anyone as of late because you asked me to. Can you blame me for wanting some human interaction?” 

“We should be trying to avoid the flu, so that’s just being a decent human being on your end of the deal. Also, it’s incredibly user-friendly of you to suddenly start wanting to hang out with me when you can’t have one of your girls over.”

“___, it’s not even about that. I just want–”

“Anyone with a sense of self-respect would acknowledge and accept this,” you refused to hear him. He wouldn't even apologize for deceiving you.

Jake fell quiet, expression crestfallen. What was he so down for?

Just when you thought you'd have to snap him out of it, that unnerving stare of his was back– an air of stubbornness radiating off of him. Still, you sensed a lingering hurt in his eyes.

“You should know I’m shameless.”

Your hand curled into a tight fist. What was he getting at now?

“I’m well aware. You just want me because I’m not your typical fuck, don't you?”

“So sure about that. Aren’t you?” His low voice was barely over a whisper. 

At his challenge, uncertainty seeped into your thoughts. You considered Jake’s obstinate demeanor and realized you felt even more irritated than before. He didn’t flinch when you shifted forward to twist his shirt collar in your grasp, unrelenting. 

“Yes, I am. And I will not be used again,” you scowled at him. “Are you gonna prove me wrong, or will Jake Sim, the notorious playboy, prove me right?”

Jake swore under his breath. 

“Use me then.”

He watched shock spread across your face as you froze in place. 

Jake quickly pulled you into his lap by your waist, your hands steadying yourself on his shoulders. His warm palms slid over your neck, thumbs brushing against the flesh of your cheeks.

“What the hell are you talking about—“

“Don’t make me repeat myself,” he began to press open-mouthed kisses against your neck, to the curve of your throat, nipping at your jaw. Unable to help yourself, you moaned softly at the sweet sensation while your hands pushed at his shoulders.

Jake held you flush against his chest, “Use me.” You gulped at the sight of Jake staring up at you with such a ravenous look. “Or would you rather it be the other way around?”

Anger flashed like lightning behind your eyes.

You roughly cupped his jaw and dragged his plush lips against yours despite his initial wishes, and he let you. Without hesitation, you licked into the heat of his mouth, and it was pure sweetness bursting across your tongue. Jake groaned against your lips and caressed the small of your back underneath your shirt; he seemed to like that just as much as you did. Somewhere, in the back of your mind, you couldn't believe Jake was letting you kiss him. And that you were allowing him to touch you.

A peculiar surge of power flickered through your body, as did the unmistakable heat of arousal. 

Jake was generous– letting you scrape your teeth against his lips and shove his tongue against his as you pleased. You were winging it with the mindset of just making up for the terrible first kiss you had given away so carelessly—and making Jake pay for giving you a hard time all night. 

Your shitty excuse of a first kiss never stood a chance.

He angled his head to deepen the kiss further, surprising you with his passion and confidence. It was incomparable to the sweet way he had kissed you on the cheek and even closer to your lips just moments ago. You’d always imagined what he was like as a lover, and it was something else entirely being on the receiving end of his fierce advances.

For someone who doesn’t make out much with other people, he’s incredibly good at this.

But then something in the air changed the moment you sat back and settled yourself on his lap. Jake ground his hips up into your core, and to your surprise, you felt his hardness through his sweatpants. You gasped, nearly breaking the kiss, but his hand at your neck kept you right where he wanted you.

At this point, Jake was beginning to dominate the kiss, clearly more experienced in keeping pace. What was breathing again?

You finally managed to pull away, but he chased after you, catching the wet string of saliva that connected your lips on his tongue. The symptoms of a dizzy spell quickly clouded your mind.

“Wait– holy shit,” you panted, “Why…?”

Jake thumbed at your lips which were glistening and several tints redder than before, while his free hand moved to knead the soft flesh at your hip. 

“No reason at all.”

“Jake,” you dragged your palms down his firm chest, “Fuck you, you’re not making any sense. You even egged me on…”

“C’mon, gorgeous,” he began to drag the pads of his fingertips back and forth just below your collarbone, “Do what you do best and use that brain of yours to make sense of this.”

“Stop playing with me!”

He still managed to tease you even in your overwhelmed state, pressing a wet kiss just under your ear. “You’ll kiss and tell once you’ve figured it out, won’t you?” 

“I hate you,” you muttered, wrapping your arms around his neck.

“Oh, I'm sure you do. Better tell me what you want– properly this time.”

Memories of your terrible series of firsts threatened to resurface, and you willed them away with all of the spite you’d bottled up after these past couple of years. You decided that they would be buried in your psyche by the time morning came, never to be reminisced about again. You sincerely hoped for it.

No, you’ve never slept with someone. But the little girl who had hoped to give her first kiss away to her prince charming grew up and had a change of heart. Up until a mere moment ago, you thought a kiss would satisfy you and help lay those awful memories to sleep.

Had you been wrong? You and Jake– maybe you two weren’t as different as you first thought.

“What’d you do to that girl that made her cream her panties so badly?”

Jake chuckled, “Why don’t I just show you?"

“You'd love to, wouldn't you? Fine,” you held Jake’s jaw firmly and looked him in the eyes as you said this, “My shorts stay on, and don’t even think about shoving anything inside me tonight. I don’t care how hard you are.” 

His cheeks grew a shade darker, “Yes, ma’am.”

“One more thing. You were holding back when you were kissing me, weren’t you?”

Jake ran his hands up your sides. “What if I was?”

“Don’t.”

You leaned forward, and he met you halfway– the sugary taste of your tongue sending him into a frenzy again. He lapped at your lips and prodded around the heat of your mouth, obscene sounds filling your ears.

This time around, Jake’s grip on your neck kept your lips together until he deemed fit to let you resurface for air. A privilege you had willingly surrendered as he stole your breath, the insistence of his tongue causing saliva to spill down your chin.

You moaned against his slick lips due to how messy the kiss had become, and he took the opportunity to trace a nipple through the fabric of your shirt, causing you to shudder. His fingertip circled the bud several times before squeezing the hardening tip between his middle and index finger.

You jerked against him, finding that you were unable to control your body's reaction to his touch. He scrutinized your every reaction, finally breaking the kiss.

“You’re so, so sensitive. Like the way, I play with you, baby girl? The way I fucked your mouth with my tongue?”

Falling into a complete trance and unnacustomed to dirty talk, you could only nod in agreement. Jake didn't seem to mind and all the while, your underwear grew wet at his words and the attention he gave your chest. You watched him take your breasts into his hands as he alternated between rubbing and flicking at your clothed nipples to massaging the mounds as a whole. 

Gasping, you stared at his hands, and fought the odd urge to trace the veins protruding across them with your tongue. Jake watched your dazed expressions, completely enamored with your reactions because he's never seen such a side of you before.

And oh how he longed to see more, having imagined you more than once to be entirely at his mercy at night, or perhaps the other way around when you were just a room away, buried under your books. Wondering whether you were experienced or not; it hardly mattered to him. His charming, homebody roommate who he could so easily rile up and then appease in the ways he did best, now that you were finally letting him. 

“You’re fucking adorable,” he whispered against your ear. 

“M’not,” you insisted. 

You licked your lips, breath stuttering when he focused on flicking a swollen nipple back and forth with a single finger, nearly making you faint before he dipped his head to envelope your clothed breast into the wet heat of his mouth. 

“Oh my god—“

The ceiling above you spun, and your pussy gushed with arousal. Jake hummed against your breast, while his free hand toyed gently with the other. As he sucked at it, his saliva soaked into the fabric of your shirt, allowing his tongue to lave across your nipple, the friction only adding to your pleasure.

“You are. Bet you’re so, so pretty under this...”

Jake switched over, taking your other breast into his mouth, tugging at the fabric with his teeth. He lapped at the bud while his hand finally slipped under your shirt, spreading his saliva that had seeped through across your skin. You moaned aloud, surprising even yourself with desperation in your voice. 

It felt amazing to feel his fingers glide against your bare skin; you were desperate to feel his tongue against it too. His lips released your nipple with a smack, causing you to whine. 

“Jake…”

You rolled your hips against his abdomen, seeking friction. You were going crazy— your fuck boy of a roommate was making you go crazy. 

“Talk to me, baby girl,” he looked up at you from under his dark lashes, his pupils blown wide. His hands ran over your thighs to roughly grip at your hips. You hiked up your shirt and tugged his head back down onto your chest, causing him to groan against your skin.  

“More, please—“

Jaw falling slack, you could hardly form another word when he spat against your chest and watched it run down your skin. He captured it on his tongue, dragging it up the underside of your breast and then fitting as much of you as he could into the tight, wet heat of his mouth.

Fuck.

Your clit throbbed, and your eyes fell close at the immense pleasure. Jake was taking his damn time, tongue laving over your nipples while his lips stretched over each of your breasts with a pop, one after the other.

“Jake,” the way you moaned his name sent a jolt straight down to his hardening cock. It was damn near impossible to ignore the way you were rutting against him, but he’d neglect the urgency in your desperate little thrusts for just a moment longer. Having you fall apart in his hands of all people was affecting him more than he’d ever imagined. 

“Need you to touch me more…”

He hummed and sucked harshly before letting your swollen breast drop from his mouth. Strands of saliva hung between his lips and your glistening skin, breaking once he spoke. 

“Gorgeous. I wonder just how wet you are, ” Jake pondered, his voice husky against your ear.

The moment you met Jake’s eyes, he recognized the deep unbridled craving in them; they reflected his own. In a moment of boldness, you spread your legs for him to see your dampness spread all across your shorts. 

“Shit,” he breathed. 

You yelped when he pushed you down onto the couch and fit his knee against your core. He watched you press up against him, rolling your hips against his hard, flexed thigh. Pleasure visibly shot through your body.

His eyes narrowed in the dark, and he roughly shoved his hand against your stomach, gripping the soft flesh below your navel. Your hand moved to squeeze his own, causing his heart to skip a beat at the sheer tenderness of your touch. 

The thought that he was being too rough for your first encounter together crossed his mind, but the greedy look in your eyes dispelled any sense of doubt.

“You're so eager. That feel good, sweetheart?”

You nodded slowly as your words got caught in your throat. Jake immediately fit himself against your side to drag his middle finger up and down your core, amazed of the way it glided over your soaked shorts due to your slick. 

He brought his damp fingers up to your lips, “Be a good girl and get them wet for me.”

You obeyed, sucking his digits into your mouth, slightly taken aback at the foreign taste of yourself. He used his free hand to cradle his arm around your neck and tug your shirt over your breasts before sliding your saliva over your pert nipples.

Oh god.

Jake’s hand squeezed at your breast while the other dipped back down between your legs. The pads of his fingers began to circle your swollen nub just like they had over your nipples, but this time his movements were tighter, harsher. You were so wet under your shorts that the moist sounds filled Jake’s ears and spurred him on to bring you to your release. 

“Feels so good…”

Your hand gripped his wrist as you felt your pleasure build, and the other tangled into his shirt. You trembled against him, and he soothed you with a wet kiss on your neck. You continuously ground your core against his thick fingers, the unrelenting pressure against your clit causing heat to spread over your skin and deep within your body. 

“Oh fuck, I’m gonna—“

“Say my name when you come,” he urged.

“Jake—“

“Jaeyun,” he corrected sharply, his teeth scraping along your neck. 

He sped up his hand without warning, rubbing your clothed pussy and your eyes fluttered shut, all of the pleasure gathering in your core before snapping with a sharp jerk of your hips. 

“Ja—,” you gasped, “Jaeyun!”

Starlight burst behind the darkness of your eyelids while warmth and euphoria spread through your body in waves. Your thighs clamped around Jake’s hand, but that didn’t stop him from palming your entire pussy and rubbing as much of it as possible, taking you through your high. 

“Yeah, that’s it, baby girl. Make a sweet little mess for me so I can taste you,” he urged.

His sweatpants were painfully tight at the sight of you absolutely wrecked in front of him, his cock twitching against your thigh at you calling his name while your cum seeped through your shorts onto his fingers.

He let your nails dig into the skin of his arm and watched as you stretched the fabric of his shirt in desperation. A deep groan vibrated through his chest as he drew out the sweetness of your orgasm with insistent fingers, your trembling moans the perfect indicator of your pleasure— and his own.

“Good girl, such a good girl,” he praised against your ear.

You panted against him; your eyes still screwed shut from the immense toll of your orgasm on your body.

The sensation of your high was indescribable. Having someone touch you was different from touching yourself, but despite reaching your climax, you ached for something to fill you up. 

Still in a daze, your hips followed his movements. He slipped his hand past your waistband, dragging his fingers against your sensitive folds and clit, gathering your slick. 

You let out a whine; the raw contact of his skin against your own made your toes curl and hips buck. It felt amazing and you so badly wanted him to keep his hand down there a little longer.

“I know, baby,” he hushed. 

You shuddered, your core clenching at the way Jake's tongue wrapped around his glistening fingers, his eyes shutting tight as though he were relishing your flavor. A deep sound of satisfaction rumbled through his chest. His hand snaked around your throat, squeezing it lightly while capturing your lips in a deep, intoxicating kiss.

Jake took in your blissed-out expression, a pair of unfocused half-lidded eyes staring up at him. He stopped himself from taking things any further. 

“___. If you don’t want me to fuck you right here and now, then get out of here,” he warned.

“What?” you asked in a daze.

He pulled back from you, eyes unmistakably full of longing. “Get out of here. Now.” A tense moment of silence passed before you came to your senses. You pushed past Jake and scrambled to your feet, running to your room and shutting the door behind you while your body screamed to stay.

[nikirishimura]

hot like ice - psh

(thank you sei @seungstarss​ for the banner <333)

pairing ↬ best friend!hoon x afab!reader

5. “best friends kiss each other all the time, right?” + 21. “you look so beautiful, all spread out like this for me”

requested by anon - i turned this into a full-blown fic i hope you don’t mind hehe i just loved the idea of best friend sunghoon too much </3

synopsis ↬ It’s your last summer before college, and Sunghoon wants to get experience so he doesn’t get there a virgin. How can you say no to your best friend when his lips are right there and the growing tension between the two of you has been threatening to explode? 

OR in which the way your best friend makes you feel is stupid and the fact that you want to kiss him is even stupider, but at least he wants to kiss you too

genre ↬ best friends to lovers, summer au, a lot of smut, fluff, quickly resolved angst bc i hate miscommunication

word count ↬ 22,235

warnings ↬ food, mcs are going to college, a stupid amount of the word stupid, flashback where sunghoon injures himself, SMUT (virgin hoon x virgin reader, making out, fingering, oral m and f receiving, ice play, vaginal penetration, no sub/dom dynamics really), probably 10k+ of the 22k is smut

author’s note ↬ here she is !!! my baby <33 i worked very hard on her so pls give her some love. i hope you guys will like it, and that it’s worth the wait !!! please please please, tell me what you think!! feedback is essential for me to want to keep going, even if it’s just a few words <3 reblogs are also very appreciated!! with that said, enjoy !! <3

permanent taglist ↬ @skzenhalove​ @wntrsgf​ @duolingofanaccount​ (ask to be added!)

IT ALL STARTED WITH A LOLLIPOP. Well, two, to be exact. One strawberry-flavored, one apple-flavored. 

“Which one do you want, Hoon?,” you ask as you stand in front of him, a lollipop in each hand.

“I don’t mind, just pick whichever one you like best,” he replies absent-mindedly, eyes on the TV as he tries to find a suitable movie for this late summer afternoon.

You plop down on the couch next to him and look at the two lollipops in your hands, unable to decide which flavor you like better. “I don’t know what I feel like right now,” you announce to an uninterested Sunghoon. “I’ll just try both.”

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the classics : an enhypen series

a series of the classic fanfic tropes : written about enhypen, written for engenes <3

genre : ROMANCE, cringey tropes, fluff, angst, *hyung line volumes contain smut*

also this is def not inspired by a tiktok trend.... anyways....

release dates : volume 3 : jake : february 13th

volume 4 : sunghoon : april 10th

volume 1 ☆ lee heeseung - the older brothers best friend trope

"what if he comes home early?" "then we're fucked, but at least we'll be fucked together."

summary : keeping your crush on heeseung a secret from heeseung was hard, but keeping it a secret from sunghoon was even harder. what do you do when you accidentally fall in love with your older brothers best friend?

you sneak around behind his back of course.

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volume 2 ☆ jay park - the hates everyone except you trope

"hey! focus on the assignment!" "well stop being so fucking pretty and i might be able to!"

pairing : badboy!jay x good girl! reader

summary : being the smartest one in your whole year had its perks, but it meaning that you would have to tutor the students that were behind in class was definitely the ultimate con- except for it allowing you to get to know the school’s bad boy in a way no one else has before.

includes smut

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volume 3 ☆ jake shim - the first love trope

"oh shit, sorr- wait you like one ok rock? "yeah?" "no way, what's your favourite song?!"

pairing : popular boy!jake x shy!reader

summary : you, a quiet girl who is the introvert of all introverts, never thought you would befriend the most popular boy in school by having the same music taste. what songs are you going to show him next?

includes smut

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volume 4 ☆ park sunghoon - the boy next door trope

"are you okay, y/n?" "yep, 'm just fine." "don't lie, i know you're finding it hard to not picture me shirtless again."

pairing : shy figure skater sunghoon! x extravert!reader

summary : park sunghoon, the quiet figure skater from school has moved into the house right next door to your own. you never really paid attention to how cute he was until he starts walking around his room shirtless, knowing that your windows were adjacent to one another.

includes smut

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volume 5 ☆ kim sunoo - the soulmate trope

"can i help you with something? or are you just stalking me?" "i- uh, i- you're my soulmate!"

summary : in a world where everyone is given a necklace that connects to their soulmates, you’re getting fed up with not finding yours, until you are forced to take another bus route for once and bump into a pink haired stranger who just so happens to have a necklace that is similar to yours. if only he would wear his necklace outside of his sweater you’d be able to confirm.

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volume 6 ☆ yang jungwon - the childhood friends trope

"earth to y/n! are you even listening?" "wha- yes of course i am!" "no you weren't! what were you thinking about? was it me?"

summary : being born only one day after yang jungwon was something you always thought was a special gift from god. being platonic soulmates with someone since birth is fun, until you start day dreaming about holding the other’s hand with three little words dancing right on your tongue, ready to speak them out loud.

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volume 7 ☆ ni-ki - the enemies to lovers trope

"god do you even know how the geometry of interactions relates to the balance of bodies?" "um yeah, obviously i do." "really? because the awful way you do your pirouettes doesn't really show it."

summary : when you were younger, you thought you were lucky to only have to see nishimura riki at your dance academy, but your lucky heavily changed when you end up going to the same high school together. and it especially got worse when the two of you are forced to be partners for the upcoming science fair.

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[nikirishimura]

The True Meaning Behind Buttercup in The Hunger Games (must read)

“Katniss’s ugly cat survives the three books and beyond - significant when Buttercup is read as the rough, angry part of Katniss herself. As a heroine from District Twelve, Katniss is in a way like Buttercup - scruffy, unfriendly, scarred. Both are lone hunters from the wilderness rather than pampered pets.

Katniss describes Buttercup as “the world’s ugliest cat” with a “mashed-in nose, half of one ear missing, eyes the color of rotting squash.” By the end of Mockingjay, Katniss is also much worse for the wear. Buttercup distrusts Katniss and Katniss hates Buttercup. I believe that this is a representation of Katniss’s uneasy relationship with herself. She doesn’t see herself as beautiful. She mistrusts any feelings she has towards anyone but Prim. She even questions her motives in caring for Peeta and accuses herself of only appearing to care for him to survive.

As Katniss and Buttercup make peace, this indicates that Katniss is making peace with herself. When they have rough times, Katniss is anxious and unhappy with who she’s become. As the series ends, Buttercup returns with the spring just as Katniss takes the first steps to reclaim her life, venturing out of the house and hunting again. Though she screams at Buttercup, lashing out at him as she blames herself for the tragedies that surround her, Katniss and Buttercup finally cry together and reconcile, Buttercup protects Katniss through the night and Katniss heals him and gives him her breakfast bacon, finally loving the wild part of herself that has returned to defend her and love her in turn.

All flower names in the series reflect the rural Districts and a closeness to nature. In particular, the buttercup flower represents ingratitude and childishness, a good match for Buttercup’s personality. Cats are known for being independent and aloof, solitary hunters who are slow to show affection but who are loyal and protective. Of course, both Katniss and Buttercup are devoted to Prim beyond all else in the world.

Across the world, cats and lions are considered feminine, while in the Bible, the lion symbolizes courage, strength, and power, all traits Katniss finds within the wild part of herself as Catnip (Gale’s nickname for her and another plant name), the one who drives cats crazy just as she loathes Buttercup, her own wild side. And Katniss is the one to invent “Crazy Cat,” the flashlight game that drives Buttercup batty. In flower folklore, catnip, when chewed, was said to bring courage, a good match for our heroine.

In the bomb shelter of District Thirteen, Katniss watches Buttercup bat uselessly for a dancing light and realized she has indeed become the cat, chasing the dangling image of Peeta. With this knowledge, she resolves to take charge instead of letting Snow torment her. In many ways, Katniss is as helpless as Buttercup, both of them carried away from their village house and forced to follow others’ rules. But in the end, Katniss and Buttercup both prove to be survivors, able to live with each other’s surliness and defensive attitudes.”

I got this from Katniss the Cattail An Unauthorized Guide to Names in Suzanne Collins’ The Hunger Games (You can buy it from the Kindle Fire library for only $1.00) and I just have to say, Suzanne Collins is fucking brilliant. Hands down, the most brilliant female author I have ever encountered. If you read more from the book, it explains all of the names. She mapped it all out on purpose. You’ll be very surprised. It’s all related to war history.

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Take A Hint

Summary: Min ho teases you because you can’t take a hint

AN: I honestly didn't  really expect for people to like the last Min ho one but you guys did see here’s another.

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yes! sit on it!!!

kinktober 2024 !! day five : face sitting

pairing : best friend!sim jake x fem!reader

summary : he’s a munch. thee pussy eater.

wc : 450+

warnings : SMUT (mdni), oral sex (fem receiving), squirting, mentions of (accidentally?) suffocating this man, faceRIDING not proofread

notes : a tad bit later than usual bc my wifi went out but yall we are GETTING THROUGH IT. also i have half an hr to shit this drabble out but TMRWWWW NANAMI FIC YEAHHHHH and yes the title is a steve harvey reference good night yall

jake was never one to back down from a challenge. whether it be fighting his best friends for a pack of ramen he could’ve easily bought himself, to a bet that he couldn’t make you squirt while sitting on his face. he was not about to back down.

“shit! slow- slow down!” you cried out as you pulled on jake’s hair. he was eating you like a man starved, his tongue gliding between your folds like it was nothing. maybe you should’ve shut up earlier.

“oh please, you’d probably pass out if a girl sat on your face. i bet you couldn’t even make a girl cum, let alone squirt on your face.”

your words repeated in his head the whole time. they were his motivation, his reason for going to the lengths of doing this. he definitely took it personal this time. and now he was absolutely determined to make you cum, at the very least.

his tongue toyed with your clit, making you grip his roots a bit harder. he looked up at you with those same puppy eyes, a proud smile on his face while he ate you up. “you little shit…” you muttered through a small moan. you knew he was getting off on this. on winning.

you decided revenge would be real nice. you began to grind your pussy on his face, his sharp nose grinding against the sensitive bud. your hand in his hair was holding him from there. you were quite literally riding this man’s face. a smug smile was on your face as you looked down at him with lazy eyes.

but did you really think that would phase him?

he could almost laugh. that is, if he wasn’t too busy eating your pussy up. he let you use his face to get off. it’s as if you wanted to help him win that bet. he could feel you leaking more and more, the juices smearing on his face.

he wrapped his arms around your thighs and held you still over his mouth. his tongue began to explore every nook and cranny, traveling through every part of you. with a few bold licks to your clit and a small nip of it, your release was brought upon you.

“fuck!!” you cried out as your pussy gushed into jake’s face. he screwed his eyes shut as your release sprayed all over him, making him grin in satisfaction. he went ahead and cleaned you up with his tongue, making you immediately move away from him. you were a bit overstimulated now.

he sat up and wiped his mouth with his forearm. he had a smug smirk on his face, his expression almost irritating.

“i win.”

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BEST FRIENDS CAN FUCK / S.J

Pairing ◊ sub!fem!reader x softdom!jake

Genre ◊ SMUT, best friends to ???

Warnings ◊ SMUT (minors dni), alcohol (both of them are drunk), kissing (obvi), liiitle bit of dry humping, fingering, petnames, praising, finger sucking, oral (f. receiving), kind of pwp, unprotected sex (wrap it up), lots of cursing

Word count ◊ 5,2k

Summary ◊ you were sexually frustrated and your best friend Jake offered to help you.

a/n: really thinking abt doing a pt.2, tell what you think! also not proofread hihi

Empty bottles of Soju were littered on the coffee table in front of you, making both of your mind fuzzy with alcohol. You and Jake had been best friends for years, and theses nights sprawled on the couch after a night of drinking had sort of become a tradition.

Jake sat across from you, legs stretched out, his back slouched against the armrest. His hair was a bit messy, and he had a lazy grin from the alcohol. You had both drifted from topic to topic, having effortlessly between school stress, random ass jokes and deeper subjects.

You tipped your head back against the cushions and let out a long groan, closing your eyes. "Honestly, at this point, I'm not even looking for a relationship anymore. I just want someone to hook up with. I'm so sexually frustrated it's fucking ridiculous."

There was a pause before Jake chuckled softly, his laughter low and teasing. "Tell me about it," he said, shifting slightly to get more comfortable. "It’s like... one of the most basic things, right? Why is it so complicated?"

You rolled your head to the side to look at him, meeting his gaze. There was an ease between the two of you that had long since obliterated any awkwardness, but tonight felt different, like the alcohol had loosened something even deeper. “Exactly! It shouldn’t be this hard,” you muttered, biting your lip in frustration. “I just want someone to fuck me good. Is that really too much to ask?”

He raised an eyebrow, his lips quirking into an amused smile. "So... what happened to that guy you went out with the other day? Soobin, right? You seemed pretty into him."

You huffed, your frustration bubbling over again as you grabbed the last half-empty bottle of soju, taking a long swig before answering. “Soobin’s sweet. He’s funny, and yeah, he’s super handsome. But… he didn’t make me cum. Like, not even close.”

Jake winced, a sympathetic look crossing his face. "Oof, that sucks."

“Right?” You groaned again, tossing the bottle back onto the coffee table. “Like, he was doing everything right, but it just… wasn’t happening. And I swear, I was so into him, but it’s like… Ugh!” You threw your hands up in exasperation, staring at the ceiling. “I’m cursed or something. At this point, I’d settle for anyone who knows what the fuck they’re doing.”

He let out a low chuckle, and you looked at him, finding that familiar mischievous glint in his eyes. He raised his hand, running it through his hair as if deep in thought. “I’ve never had that problem,” he said casually, his tone light but teasing.

You narrowed your eyes at him, a mix of amusement and curiosity flooding your thoughts. “Oh, really?” you shot back, tilting your head as you shifted in your seat to face him fully. “So, what? You’re telling me you’ve always been able to make every girl you’ve been with cum?”

Jake shrugged, his grin widening. "Pretty much."

You rolled your eyes, though you couldn’t help but feel a spark of something at his confidence. You'd known Jake for years, and you knew he wasn’t just talking big to impress you. He had a reputation around campus. "Wow, must be nice," you muttered sarcastically.

Jake leaned forward slightly, resting his elbows on his knees, his gaze holding yours. “Maybe it’s not you. Maybe it’s the guys you’ve been with.”

You blinked, taken aback by his sudden seriousness. “What do you mean?”

He shrugged again, but his eyes didn’t leave yours, the playful edge in them softening into something more thoughtful. “I mean, sometimes it’s just about chemistry, you know? Maybe these guys just don’t get you. Or maybe…” He hesitated for a second, like he was considering something, before continuing. “Maybe you need someone who actually knows what they’re doing, like you said.”

You frowned, confused by the shift in his tone. “Yeah, that’s what I’ve been saying.”

“No, I mean...” He paused, his gaze dropping to his hands before flicking back up to meet yours. “Maybe someone like… me.”

You stared at him, the weight of his words sinking in slowly. “Wait, what?”

Jake leaned back, crossing his arms over his chest, the grin still playing on his lips, but there was a hint of nervousness in his posture now. “I mean… we’ve been best friends for how long? We know everything about each other. No taboos, right? And I’m just saying…” He shrugged, though there was an intensity in his gaze now that made your heart race. “If you’re looking for someone who knows what they’re doing… well, you know I do.”

The room seemed to grow quieter, the buzz of the alcohol in your system making everything feel a bit slower, a bit more surreal. You blinked at him, trying to process what he was suggesting. “Yunnie… are you saying…?”

“I’m saying,” he said, his voice soft but sure, “if you want someone to fuck you like you deserve, someone who actually knows how to make you come, then… why not me?”

You let out a snort and swatted Jake playfully on the arm. “Oh my God, Yunnie, you shouldn’t joke about that,” you giggled, feeling the warmth of the alcohol buzz in your system. “You’re clearly drunk.”

Jake laughed along with you, his laughter low and infectious. He tilted his head, his eyes sparkling with that familiar mischievous glint that always made you smile. “Yeah, I’m drunk,” he admitted, shrugging casually. “But that doesn’t mean I’m not serious.”

You blinked at him, still smiling, but there was a flutter in your stomach now that you couldn’t ignore. “Come on,” you said, trying to keep the tone light. “You can’t just offer to—what, fuck me—and act like that’s normal.”

His smile widened into a smug, teasing grin, and he leaned back a little, crossing his arms over his chest like he was settling in for a challenge. “Why not? You just said you wanted someone who knows what they’re doing. I do. And you know I’d be good at it.” His voice dropped an octave, turning his playful tone into something more suggestive. “And let’s be real, you’re hot as hell. I’d be lying if I said I never thought about it.”

You felt your cheeks heat up at his words, and you laughed again, though it came out a little breathless. “Jake…”

“What?” he continued, his grin never faltering. “You think I don’t notice the way guys stare at you? You’re gorgeous, smart, and funny. But you’ve been wasting your time with these idiots who can’t even make you cum.” He leaned forward slightly, his voice lowering even more, eyes never leaving yours. “Let me fix that for you.”

Your heart pounded in your chest, and you felt a flush creeping up your neck. This was so far from any conversation you’d ever had with Jake, but the alcohol had loosened something between you two, making it feel like maybe it wasn’t so crazy after all. “This is insane,” you murmured, shaking your head, but there was a note of hesitation in your voice.

Jake didn’t miss it. His grin softened into something more intense, more focused. He leaned forward again, close enough that you could feel the warmth radiating from him, and you were suddenly hyper-aware of every inch of space between your bodies. “It doesn’t have to be,” he said softly, his voice barely above a whisper. “It wouldn’t change anything. We’re still best friends, right? Best friends can fuck too.”

Your breath caught in your throat. His face was so close now, so close that you could see the flecks of gold in his eyes, the way his lips curved into that confident, teasing smile. His scent—clean, familiar, and slightly tinged with the alcohol—mixed with the heady atmosphere, and you bit your lip, your mind spinning with the possibility. 

He saw the way you hesitated, the way you bit your lip, and his grin turned predatory, like he knew exactly what was going through your mind. He leaned in even closer, his lips just a breath away from yours, his voice low and teasing. “Come on, admit it,” he murmured, his tone laced with heat. “You’ve thought about it before.”

You swallowed hard, your heart pounding in your ears. Maybe you had, in the back of your mind, wondered what it would be like to kiss Jake, to feel his hands on you. You're best friend was hot, you couldn't deny it. No one with functioning eyes could deny it. But you’d never let yourself seriously entertain the thought—until now.

The alcohol in your system was doing nothing to help you think clearly. Your lips parted slightly, and without realizing it, you leaned in just a fraction more, closing the gap between you both. “This is crazy,” you whispered again, though the protest felt weak now.

Jake’s grin softened into something more serious, his eyes locked on yours. “Maybe. But maybe it’s exactly what you need.”

That did it. Your restraint snapped, and before you could second-guess yourself, you surged forward and kissed him, hard.

Jake reacted instantly, his hand coming up to cup the back of your neck, pulling you even closer as he deepened the kiss. His lips were soft, warm, and they moved against yours with a practiced ease that made your head spin. His tongue brushed against your lower lip, teasing, and you opened up to him, letting him in as your hands fisted in the front of his shirt.

The kiss quickly turned heated, the soft, tentative brushes of lips becoming urgent and hungry. You shifted, climbing into his lap without breaking the kiss, your legs straddling his as you pressed your body against his. The heat between you was palpable, a slow burn that spread through your entire body as you ground your hips down against him.

Jake groaned into the kiss, his hands finding your waist, fingers digging into your hips as he guided your movements. “Fuck,” he muttered against your lips, his voice rough with desire. “You feel so good.”

You pulled back just enough to look at him, your breathing heavy, your lips swollen from the kiss. His eyes were dark, pupils blown wide as he gazed up at you, his hands still gripping your hips tightly, holding you against him.

“You’re crazy,” you whispered, though there was no conviction behind the words. Your body was already on fire, your heart racing as his hands slid up your sides, teasing the skin just under your shirt.

Jake chuckled, that smug grin still playing on his lips as he looked up at you with pure, unfiltered desire. “You’re the one who kissed me,” he teased, his voice low and gravelly.

You rolled your eyes but couldn’t help the grin that spread across your face. “Yeah, well… shut up,” you muttered, leaning down to kiss him again, this time slower, savoring the way his lips moved against yours, the way his hands roamed your body, igniting sparks everywhere he touched.

The kiss deepened, becoming even more heated as Jake’s hands slid up under your shirt, his fingers brushing against the bare skin of your back. You gasped into the kiss, your body arching into his touch, and he took the opportunity to flip you over, pressing you back into the couch cushions as he settled between your legs, his lips never leaving yours.

His weight on top of you felt solid, grounding, and you moaned softly as his hands roamed your body, his fingers tracing the curve of your waist, the dip of your hips. Every touch sent a shiver down your spine, and you felt the heat pooling low in your stomach as he kissed you harder, his body pressing against yours in all the right ways.

“Jake,” you breathed out, your hands tangling in his hair as he kissed down your neck, his lips grazing the sensitive skin there, leaving a trail of fire in their wake.

“Mm?” he hummed, his voice vibrating against your skin as he nipped lightly at your collarbone, his hands still exploring your body, sliding under your shirt, teasing the edge of your bra.

“This is insane,” you whispered, but there was no stopping now, and you both knew it.

Jake grinned against your skin, pulling back just enough to look at you, his eyes dark and filled with desire. “Maybe,” he agreed, his voice rough and low. “But you’re loving every second of it. Like a good little girl," he murmured against the skin of your neck, his breath hot as he praised you. The term affectionate yet assertive sent a thrill through you. You arched your back, pressing closer to him, craving more of his touch, more of his approval.

Jake seemed to sense your need, his hands moving with more confidence, sliding up your thighs, his fingers teasing under the hem of your skirt. “You like that, huh?” he asked, his voice a low growl in your ear. You nodded breathlessly, unable to form words as his fingers danced dangerously close to where you wanted him most.

But he pulled back slightly, looking down at you with a smirk. “Say it,” he commanded softly, his eyes locking onto yours.

“Fuck, yeah,” you managed, your voice shaky with desire.

“Mmm, I thought so,” he said, his fingers now slipping under the fabric, his touch bold and knowing. His confidence was intoxicating, his every move calculated to heighten your arousal.

He shifted, positioning himself between your spread legs, his hands roaming freely. “You’re so responsive,” he whispered, his lips trailing down your collarbone, nipping gently.

His hand moved higher, thumb brushing over the fabric of your underwear, his other hand cradling your face as he looked into your eyes, an intense gaze that held you captive.

You moaned softly, tilting your head back to give him better access as he continued to explore, his movements becoming more insistent. “Please, Jake…”

“What do you want, baby?” he asked, his voice stern yet teasing as he continued to stroke over the fabric, his touch precise as he applied pressure against your clit.

“Please touch me,” you pleaded, the edge in your voice betraying how close you were to losing control.

Jake chuckled, the sound dark and promising. “As you wish,” he murmured before slipping his hand beneath your underwear. His fingers found your wet cunt, and he groaned in appreciation. “So wet for me, aren’t you?”

“Only for you,” you managed to gasp out, feeling him begin to move his fingers in slow, deliberate circles that had you writhing beneath him.

“That’s right,” he praised as he increased the pressure, his thumb circling your clit in a rhythm that had you gasping. “You’re doing so well for me, sweetheart.”

he shifted, his strong hands gripping your hips as he pulled you closer to the edge of the couch. He sat back slightly, watching you with that same intense, predatory look that made your heart race. His hand moved down between your legs again, fingers brushing over your sensitive folds, teasing you.

“You look so good like this,” he murmured, his voice low and commanding. “All spread out, just waiting for me.”

Your breath hitched in your throat as his fingers slid along your folds, slow and deliberate. You felt exposed, completely vulnerable to him, and yet the way he was looking at you made you feel powerful at the same time.

“I can feel how much you want this,” he continued, his thumb brushing over your clit in a slow, torturous circle once again. “So desperate for more.”

You moaned softly, your body responding to his touch instantly, your hips rolling up to meet his hand. “Yunnie… please…”

He smirked, clearly enjoying the effect he had on you. “Please what? You have to be more specific, sweetheart.”

You whimpered, your body aching for him. “Please… do something, anything. I need it.”

He leaned in closer, his lips ghosting over yours but not quite touching. “Good girl,” he whispered before slipping one finger inside you, his movements slow and deliberate as he watched your reaction. “So fucking tight for me,” he murmured, his voice full of praise and something darker.

You gasped, your head falling back against the cushions as he began to move his finger in and out of you, the pressure just enough to drive you wild but not enough to satisfy the growing need inside you. “Yun… more, please…”

He chuckled, adding another finger, stretching you in a way that made your toes curl. “Greedy, aren’t you?” he teased, his pace increasing just slightly as he watched your body writhe beneath him.

The way he was talking, the way he praised and teased you, had you on edge, your body thrumming with desire as he expertly worked his fingers inside you. His thumb found your clit again, circling it in a steady rhythm that had your breath coming in ragged gasps.

“Fuck, you feel so good,” he growled, his voice dripping with lust. “So wet and tight around my fingers.”

You could barely respond, the pleasure building too quickly. He leaned down, his lips brushing against your ear as he whispered, “I want you to come for me, baby. I want to feel you fall apart. You can do that for me, mh?”

His command sent a shockwave through you, and you arched your back, your body clenching around his fingers as you teetered on the edge. He added a third finger, filling you completely, his thumb pressing harder against your clit.

You cried out, your body shuddering as the orgasm ripped through you, your muscles tightening around his fingers as he continued to pump them in and out of you, drawing out every last wave of pleasure. Your vision blurred, your body trembling as you came, Jake’s fingers working you through it, his touch never relenting.

As the aftershocks rippled through your body, he slowed his movements, his fingers still inside you, gently stroking, making sure you felt every last bit of sensation before he finally withdrew them.

He looked down at you, a satisfied, smug grin on his face

. His fingers, still glistening from you, slid between your parted lips before you could even react, his dominant side shining through. “Taste yourself,” he ordered softly, his voice laced with a commanding edge that sent a jolt of electricity through your already overstimulated body.

Your lips wrapped around his fingers instinctively, tasting yourself on his skin. He watched you closely, eyes dark with desire, as you obediently sucked his fingers, your tongue swirling around them. The taste was musky, sweet, and raw, and his gaze on you made it all the more intense. He bit his bottom lip, clearly enjoying the sight of you like this, his fingers deep in your mouth. 

“That’s it,” Jake murmured, his voice rough with lust. “You’re such a good girl. You love this, don’t you?” His thumb brushed over your cheek as you nodded, your body aching for him again despite the intensity of what had just happened.

He grinned down at you, that same cocky, confident smirk that had driven you wild all night. “Fuck, you’re beautiful,” he whispered, sliding his fingers out of your mouth with a soft pop. He brought his lips to yours, kissing you hungrily, tasting both of you as he claimed your mouth once more. His kiss was dominant, his teeth nipping at your bottom lip before he pulled back slightly, his eyes gleaming with something darker, more primal.

Jake’s hands moved down your body, caressing your sides, your thighs, teasing every inch of skin until his fingers slipped under your waistband again, pulling your panties down with ease. His lips twitched into a wicked grin as he settled between your thighs, spreading them open with firm, confident hands. “I need to taste you again.”

You whimpered softly at his words, already squirming beneath him, your body hypersensitive from the last orgasm. But Jake didn’t seem to care. If anything, your whininess seemed to fuel him.

Without another word, he lowered himself, his lips brushing teasingly against your inner thigh before moving closer, his breath warm and heavy against your already wet cunt. He paused for just a moment, glancing up at you with a predatory look in his eyes. “Don’t hold back,” he ordered, his voice low and authoritative. “I want to hear every sound.”

Before you could respond, his mouth was on you.

The first stroke of his tongue sent a shockwave through your body, and you couldn’t stop the high-pitched moan that slipped from your lips. Jake groaned in satisfaction at the sound, gripping your thighs tighter to keep you still as he dove in, his tongue swirling and flicking against your cunt with precision and expertise that left you gasping for air.

“Oh, God—yunnie…” you whimpered, your voice breathy and broken as your hands flew to his hair, tangling in the strands. He groaned against you, the vibration of his voice sending sparks of pleasure through your entire body.

He was relentless, his tongue alternating between soft, teasing strokes and firm, direct pressure, his lips wrapping around your clit as he sucked lightly, just enough to make you squirm and cry out. “Hmm, so sweet,” he murmured against you, his voice rough with need. “So fucking perfect.”

You were falling apart beneath him, your hips grinding against his face as you chased the pleasure he was giving you, but he was in complete control. His hands held you firmly, keeping you exactly where he wanted you, his mouth moving expertly over you, driving you higher and higher.

Your body felt like it was on fire, every nerve ending alight with the sensations he was giving you. And the sounds—your soft whimpers, the breathless gasps, the desperate moans—Jake couldn’t get enough of them. “That’s it,” he murmured, his voice thick with desire between licks. “Let me hear you. I love the way you sound.”

“Jake, please…” you begged, your voice trembling as the pleasure built, your legs trembling against him. You were getting close again, too close, and he knew it.

“Good girl,” he praised, his lips pressing a kiss to your clit before diving back in, sucking hard enough to make you cry out. “I want you to come on my tongue. I want to taste every bit of you.”

The way he said it—his voice so husky—sent you spiraling. You were whiny now, completely at his mercy, every stroke of his tongue pushing you closer to the edge. Jake was relentless, his mouth never letting up as his hands dug into your thighs, holding you in place as he devoured you.

You couldn’t hold back any longer. With a sharp cry, your body tensed, and you came, hard, your orgasm crashing over you like a tidal wave. Your thighs shook as Jake continued to lick and suck, drawing out every last bit of pleasure until you were a trembling, gasping mess beneath him.

When you finally stilled, your chest heaving, Jake pulled back, his face flushed, his lips glistening with your arousal. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, grinning at you with that same smug, satisfied look. “You taste fucking amazing,” he said, his voice low and rough as he climbed back up your body, his hands still lingering on your skin. “I could do that all night.”

You were still catching your breath, your body limp beneath him, but his words sent another wave of heat through you. He leaned down, pressing a slow, deep kiss to your lips, letting you taste yourself on his mouth.

As Jake's mouth left a blazing trail up your body, the air between you charged with an almost electric tension, your need for him grew desperate. The way he had consumed you, driven you to edge after edge, had left you breathless, yet craving something more, something deeper. Lying beneath him, your body still quivering with aftershocks, you found your voice, a whisper filled with raw need. 

"yun, please," you pleaded, your eyes wide as they locked onto his, filled with an earnest desire that you knew he could never resist. "I need you inside me now."

Jake's eyes darkened further, the intensity within them spiking at your words. The sight of you, so vulnerable, so utterly open and needing him, seemed to unravel the last threads of his control. He cursed under his breath, a low, husky sound that sent shivers down your spine. 

"Fuck," he breathed out, his hands already moving to quickly rid himself of his remaining clothes. The sound of fabric rustling was brief, and soon he was as bare as you, his desire evident, his readiness to claim you palpable in the air.

Without another word, but with a gaze that seared into you, Jake positioned himself at your entrance. His hand gripped your thigh, lifting and spreading you open to him as he lined himself up. The head of his cock teased at your wetness, making you both groan at the contact.

Then, with a thrust that left no room for doubt in his intent, he entered you fully, burying himself deep within you in one smooth, firm motion. You cried out, a sound of pure ecstasy, as he filled you completely, stretching you, completing the connection that your bodies seemed to crave.

"You're so tight, so fucking perfect," Jake growled, his voice a blend of admiration and raw lust as he began to move. His thrusts were powerful and deliberate, each one driving deep, hitting just the right spots to make your vision blur.

His hands were everywhere, gripping your hips, your thighs, pulling you into every thrust. "Look at you, so desperate for it," he taunted softly, his words degrading yet laced with an undeniable affection that only heightened the intensity between you. "You love this, don't you? My cock filling you up?"

"F-fuck, y-yes," you managed to stammer, the pleasure making it hard to form coherent thoughts. "Please, more, yun, please…"

"That’s it, beg for it," he commanded, his voice rough as his pace quickened, his thrusts becoming even more forceful. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room, punctuated by your moans and his heavy breathing.

"All fucking mine," he asserted again, leaning down to capture your lips in a fierce, possessive kiss that stole your breath away. His lips then trailed to your ear, where he whispered, "Cum for me. I can feel you pulse around me."

The combination of his deep, relentless thrusts and his commanding voice was too much. You felt another climax building rapidly, more intense than the last. "yunnie, I'm going to—" you gasped, unable to finish your sentence as the wave broke over you.

"Fuck, yes," Jake encouraged, feeling your walls tighten around him, sucking him in so deliciously. He wouldn't last long if you continued to clench around him like that. But he kept moving, relentless, driven by the sounds of your pleasure, by the feel of you clenching around him. "That’s it, come for me, come on my cock."

You did, spectacularly, your entire body convulsing as you clung to him, your cries filling the room. And still, he didn't stop, his thrusts never faltering, drawing out your orgasm, prolonging the bliss until you were limp and spent beneath him.

Jake finally slowed, his movements gentling as he came down from his own high, his climax evident in his strained expression and the deep, guttural sound that escaped him as he came inside you, painting your walls white. He collapsed beside you, both of you slick with sweat, breathing heavily, yet wrapped in a profound satisfaction.

Jake, still breathing heavily, let out a low chuckle, pulled out of you, and rolled onto his side, propping himself up on one elbow as he looked at you, a satisfied, almost cocky grin on his face. “Wow, that was... something,” he said, his voice laced with humor and exhaustion.

You laughed weakly, your chest rising and falling as you tried to catch your breath. “Yeah,” you agreed, “something is an understatement.”

Jake smirked, reaching out to brush a strand of hair from your sweaty forehead. “How are you feeling? You good?” His tone softened, the teasing edge giving way to genuine concern as he gently ran his hand along your arm.

You smiled at him, feeling a warmth that had nothing to do with the physicality of what just happened. “Yeah, I’m good. Exhausted, but good.”

He nodded, his fingers lightly tracing patterns on your skin. "Hold on," he said suddenly, getting up with a slight groan, clearly as drained as you were. You watched him as he fumbled for the blanket draped over the back of the couch. He grabbed it, then plopped back down beside you, draping it over both of you before pulling you close to his chest.

"Comfy now?" he asked, his voice softer, more affectionate, as his fingers absentmindedly stroked your arm, grounding you in the moment.

You nestled into him, feeling safe and warm in the cocoon of the blanket and his embrace. “Yeah, much better. You?”

He chuckled, running a hand through his messy hair. “Completely wrecked, to be honest,” he admitted, a sheepish grin crossing his face. “But in the best way.”

You laughed, your body still humming with the aftereffects of everything, but now wrapped in a comforting warmth. “Same. I don’t think I can move for at least a week.”

Jake smirked and kissed the top of your head, his voice dipping into a teasing tone again. “Well, if that’s the price of making you come multiple times, I’d say it’s worth it.”

You snorted, nudging him with your elbow. “Stop it,” you giggled. “You’re going to give yourself a bigger ego than you already have.”

Jake grinned, unabashed. “Can you blame me? I mean…” He gestured vaguely to your still-tangled bodies, raising an eyebrow. “That was pretty fucking impressive.”

You rolled your eyes, but you were smiling. “Okay, fine, I’ll give you that,” you conceded. “But let’s not make it a habit of me being unable to walk after.”

His grin turned mischievous as he pulled you even closer. “No promises. But hey, maybe we should do this more often. You know, for... stress relief. Studies show it’s great for mental health,” he said with an exaggerated air of seriousness.

You burst into laughter, shaking your head. “Oh, really? Studies, huh?”

“Yep,” he nodded sagely, trying and failing to keep a straight face. “As your best friend, it’s my duty to make sure you’re properly… taken care of.”

You smacked him lightly on the chest, but your laughter was infectious, and he chuckled along with you. “You’re ridiculous,” you said, settling back into the warmth of his embrace.

Jake grinned down at you, his fingers still gently stroking your arm in that calming, soothing way. “Maybe,” he agreed, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. “But you like it.”

You smiled, a sense of calm washing over you as the playful banter died down into a comfortable silence. The exhaustion was starting to catch up to both of you, but there was something so peaceful about the way you fit against each other, the post-storm calm settling in.

As your eyes started to drift closed, you mumbled, “We really should do this more often.”

Jake’s voice, equally sleepy but laced with amusement, replied, “That’s the smartest thing you’ve said all night.”

[nikirishimura]

pls drink a lot of wine and be extraordinarily well read and buy too much perfume and write a few too many love letters and spread affection and poetry wherever you go

[nikirishimura]

Each and every one of Bruno's sobrinos is his favorite 😊 (please take note of Bruno's age progression)

[nikirishimura]

COLLAB STAGE / Y.J

Pairing ◊ sub!fem!idol!reader x dom!idol!jungwon (ft. Lesserafim Yunjin)

Genre ◊ SMUT, fluff

Warnings ◊ SMUT (MINORS DNI), harddom!jungwon, hair pulling, fingering, oral (m. receiving), semi-public sex, overstimulation, rough, slight dacryphilia, mirror sex, aftercare, dry humping, petnames (sweetheart, baby...), reader is a year older than jungwon (so he calls her noona)

Word count ◊ 6.7k

Summary ◊ You and Jungwon were friends since your trainee days, you've always seen him as a little brother, until this collaboration you had to with him for your Summer Gayo Daejeon performance

a/n: not proofread, enjoy!

You stepped out of the sleek, black car provided by Hybe Entertainment, the cool morning air brushing against your face as you headed toward the familiar studio entrance. The tall building loomed above you, your company logo glinting in the sunlight. As you entered the lobby, you were greeted by the usual bustle of staff and trainees, everyone busy with their own schedules.

“Good morning!” you called out to a few familiar faces, receiving nods and smiles in return. The anticipation bubbled in your chest as you reached the designated practice room. Today was pretty special. The CEO had chosen you to do a collaboration stage with a member of Enhypen for the upcoming SBS Gayo Daejeon performance. And you were so happy that that member was Jungwon. You used to train together back in the day. He was only a year younger than you, and you were always pretty close. Plus, your groups debuted around the same time. But, what you did not know, was that Jungwon always kinda had a crush on you, and he’s been trying to make you see him differently for months now. 

Pushing open the door to the studio, you saw him already there, stretching on the floor. His eyes lit up when he noticed you, and he jumped to his feet with a wide grin.

“Noona!” Jungwon called out, his youthful enthusiasm infectious.

“Won! You’re here early,” you said, smiling back as you dropped your bag on the bench and joined him in stretching.

“I was too excited to sleep much,” he admitted with a chuckle. “This is going to be so much fun. I can’t believe we finally get to do this.”

“I know! I’ve been looking forward to it too,” you replied. “It’s been a while since we’ve had the chance to work on something together.”

As you both chatted and caught up, the door swung open again, and the choreographer, Ji-eun, walked in. She was a renowned figure in the industry, known for her intricate and dynamic hip-hop routines. You had already worked with her, as she created the choreography for your group’s last comeback.

“Good morning, everyone!” Ji-eun greeted, her energy palpable. “Are you two ready to work?”

“Yes!” you and Jungwon responded in unison, exchanging amused glances.

Ji-eun clapped her hands together, signaling the start of the session. “Great. Let’s get started with the basics of the routine. It’s a hip-hop piece with a lot of sharp movements and synchronization. I need you both to bring your A-game.”

You and Jungwon nodded, focusing as Ji-eun demonstrated the initial steps. The beat of the music pulsed through the room, and you found yourself getting lost in the rhythm. Jungwon mirrored your movements perfectly, his natural talent shining through.

“Good, good! Now, let’s add some more complexity,” Ji-eun said, moving into the next sequence. The steps were fast and challenging, requiring both agility and precision.

As the session progressed, Ji-eun occasionally stopped to give pointers, adjusting your posture or tweaking a movement here and there. The routine was demanding, but you relished the challenge. You and Jungwon fell into an easy rhythm, your movements syncing effortlessly.

“Perfect! That’s what I’m talking about,” Ji-eun praised after another run-through. “You two have great chemistry. This stage is going to be amazing.”

Jungwon grinned at you, wiping sweat from his brow with his towel. “We make a pretty good team, huh?”

“We always have,” you agreed, returning his smile. “Remember those practice sessions back when we were trainees? We were always trying to outdo each other.”

“Yeah, and you always won,” he laughed, a hint of admiration in his voice.

“Not always,” you corrected him. “But most of the time, yes.”

You saw Jungwon roll his eyes playfully and open his mouth to retort, but Ji-eun called for another run-through. You threw yourself back into the routine, your body moving instinctively to the beat.

An hour and a half flew by in a blur of music and movement. By the time Ji-eun finally called for a break, you were both exhausted but exhilarated.

“Take fifteen, and then we’ll do a full run-through with the music,” Ji-eun instructed, heading out to take a call.

You collapsed onto the floor, stretching out your legs. Jungwon flopped down beside you, panting lightly.

“This is going to be epic,” he said between breaths.

“Definitely,” you agreed. “We’ll show everyone what Jokerz and Enhypen can do together.”

Jungwon’s expression softened as he looked at you, a hint of something unreadable in his eyes.

Ji-eun returned to the studio and gave you both some final pointers before she left you to rehearse on your own. The studio was buzzing with the high-energy choreography you had been perfecting all morning.

“Okay, you two, I think you’ve got a good handle on this,” Ji-eun said, clapping her hands together. “I’ll leave you to practice on your own for a bit. Just remember to keep the energy up and stay in sync.”

“Got it!” you and Jungwon chorused, both of you giving her a confident nod.

As Ji-eun left the room, you turned to Jungwon with a grin. “So, ready to run it again?”

“Absolutely,” he replied, his eyes sparkling with determination.

You both got into position, and the music started up again. This time, without Ji-eun’s watchful eye, you found yourselves more relaxed, allowing your natural chemistry to shine through. Your movements were fluid and synchronized, feeding off each other’s energy.

“Nice move there, wonnie!” you called out mid-routine as he nailed a particularly tricky step.

“Thanks, noona! You’re killing it too!” he shot back, his smile wide.

After a few more run-throughs, you both paused for a break. You went to take your water bottle in the corner of the room, trying to do some air with your hand. 

At the corner of your eye, you saw Jungwon pulled off his hoodie, revealing a tank top underneath. You blinked, momentarily taken aback. You had always seen Jungwon as a little brother figure, but seeing the definition of his muscles was… he was so hot. You tried to ignore the unexpected flutter in your stomach as you took a sip of water. As he took his own water bottle, you watched him discretly, a pool forming in your belly. 

“Uh… you’ve been working out lately?” you said, attempting to keep your tone casual.

He glanced down at himself, then back at you with a casual shrug. “Oh, this? Yeah, I sometimes work out with the hyungs. Gotta stay in shape, you know?”

You nodded, trying to focus on the conversation and not how his tank top clung to his frame. Wow, this was new. “Makes sense. It’s just… I guess I never noticed before.”

Jungwon’s eyes twinkled with amusement as he caught the slight flush on your cheeks. “Noona, are you blushing?” he teased, flexing his arm a bit more prominently.

Your face heated up even more as you sputtered, “N-no! I’m just… it’s hot in here, that’s all.”

He smirked, clearly enjoying the effect he had on you. “Sure, whatever you say.”

Determined to shift the focus, you stood up and stretched. “Let’s get back to it. We’ve got to nail this routine.”

Jungwon chuckled, following your lead. “Alright, let’s do it. But don’t think I didn’t notice, noona. You were totally checking me out.”

You shot him a mock glare, trying to ignore the way your heart skipped a beat. “Focus, won. We’ve got a show to prepare for.”

“Yeah, yeah,” he said, still grinning. “I’m focused, don’t worry,’’ his grin transformed into a cocky smirk as he put his hands into the pockets of his gray sweatpants and walked up to you. 

As the music started up again, you threw yourself into the routine, trying to push aside the newfound awareness of Jungwon. But every now and then, you caught him glancing your way, that same smirk still on his lips. It was clear he enjoyed seeing you flustered, and you couldn’t help but feel a mix of embarrassment and something else you couldn’t quite place.

After a long and exhausting practice session, you finally made your way back to your dorm. As you opened the door, you were greeted by the familiar sight of one of your bandmate, Yunjin, lounging on the couch with her phone in hand.

“Yay, you’re back!” she exclaimed, looking up from her screen. “How was the practice with Jungwon?”

You sighed, dropping your bag by the door and collapsing onto the couch beside her. “It was… something.”

She raised an eyebrow, intrigued. “What happened?”

You hesitated for a moment, trying to find the right words. “Well, you know how I’ve always seen him as a little brother, right?”

“Yeah, of course. You’ve mentioned it a million times,” she replied, her curiosity piqued.

“Okay, so today, we were practicing this really tough hip-hop routine for Gayo Daejeon,” you began. “And Ji-eun left us alone to rehearse on our own for a bit.”

“Uh-huh, go on,” she encouraged, leaning in closer.

“Well, Jungwon took off his hoodie because it was getting hot in the studio,” you continued, feeling a blush creep up your cheeks at the memory. “And he was wearing this, like, tank top underneath. I had no idea he was that… fit.”

Yunjin’s eyes widened, and she burst into laughter. “Oh my God, you got flustered, didn’t you?”

“I mean…a little,” you admitted, burying your face in your hands. “It’s just, I’ve always seen him as this cute younger brother or something. But today, he looked… argh.”

“Different how?” she pressed, a mischievous glint in her eyes.

You sighed, finally giving in. “He looked… so, so hot. I couldn’t stop staring, and he totally noticed!”

She laughed even harder, clutching her stomach. “This is priceless! Our ynnie has a crush on Jungwon!”

“It’s not like that!” you protested, though your blush betrayed you. “I was just… surprised. I didn’t expect him to have grown up so much.”

“Oh, sure,” she said, still giggling.

“Stop teasing me, Unnie,” you groaned, playfully shoving her. “I’m just trying to process it. I mean, he’s always been like a brother to me, and now suddenly, he’s this attractive guy. How did that even happen?”

“Sounds like you’ve got it bad,” Yunjin teased, nudging you with her elbow. “But seriously, it’s not a bad thing. Maybe it’s time to see him in a new light.”

You sighed, leaning back on the couch. “I don’t know. It’s just… really confusing. I’ve always been so sure of our dynamic, and now it feels like everything’s shifted. It doesn’t feel…platonic anymore.”

She smiled sympathetically. “Feelings can be complicated, especially when someone you’ve known for a long time changes. Just take it one step at a time and see where things go.”

“Thanks, Unnie,” you said, grateful for her understanding. “I guess I’ll just have to see how things play out during this collaboration.”

“It’s just a week and a half away, you’ll be fine. And in the meantime, try not to get too distracted by his muscles,” Hana added with a wink, causing you to throw a pillow in her direction, one she dodged as she got up from the couch and sprinted to the kitchen. 

“I hate you,” you said, loud enough so she could hear you. 

As the evening wore on, you couldn’t help but replay the events of the day in your mind. Seeing Jungwon in a new light was certainly unexpected, but maybe Hana was right. 

The next day, you arrived at the practice studio a bit early, hoping to get some stretches in before Jungwon showed up. As you rolled out your yoga mat and began your stretches, the door opened, and Jungwon walked in, his demeanor radiating confidence.

"Morning, noona," Jungwon greeted you with a charming smile, his eyes sparkling with mischief.

"Morning, wonnie," you replied, trying to keep your voice steady. "Ready for today?"

"Absolutely," he said, dropping his bag and joining you on the floor. He started stretching beside you, his movements fluid and relaxed.

You chuckled nervously. "We need to nail this routine."

As you both warmed up, the studio felt smaller, the air charged with an unspoken tension. Jungwon seemed more confident, and his movements were more assured. And you couldn’t help but feel turned on by his confidence. Focus, yn. Stop thinking about that. When you began practicing the routine, his eyes never left you, making you hyper-aware of his presence.

“Alright, let’s take it from the top,” you said, hoping to focus on the choreography and not on the way his tank top accentuated his toned arms. Of course, he had to wear a tank top again. A white one this time. 

The music started, and you moved in sync, your bodies effortlessly flowing through the steps. But every time Jungwon’s eyes met yours, you felt your concentration waver. He seemed to notice, and his smirk grew more pronounced.

“Come on, noona, keep up,” he teased, executing a particularly sharp move with ease.

“I’m keeping up just fine,” you shot back, though you could feel the heat rising to your cheeks.

As the routine progressed, Jungwon's playful teasing only intensified. During a particularly close part of the choreography, where you had to mirror each other's movements, he leaned in slightly, his breath warm against your ear.

“You’re doing great, noona,” he whispered, his voice low and smooth.

Your heart skipped a beat, and you missed a step, stumbling slightly. “Th-thanks,” you managed to stammer, trying to regain your composure.

He pulled back, grinning. “What’s wrong? You seem a bit distracted.”

“Just focused on getting the steps right,” you lied, hoping he couldn’t see through your facade.

“Sure,” he said, clearly unconvinced but not pushing it further.

You took a deep breath and forced yourself to focus. The routine was intricate, demanding your full attention, but Jungwon's newfound confidence made it increasingly difficult. He moved with a grace and assurance that was hard to ignore, and his constant teasing only added to your distraction. 

You couldn’t continue like that, or else you might burst. You never noticed how handsome he was or how hot he looked when he was focused on something. But since yesterday, that was the only thing you could think about. 

During a break, you sat down to catch your breath, wiping sweat from your forehead. Jungwon plopped down beside you, a bottle of water in hand.

“Here,” he said, offering you the bottle. “You look like you need it.”

“Thanks,” you said, taking it and drinking gratefully. “You’re really on fire today. Did you have an extra shot of coffee this morning or something?”

He laughed, leaning back on his hands. “Maybe I did. Or maybe I just enjoy seeing you flustered.”

You nearly choked on your water, coughing slightly. “I-I’m not flustered.”

“Sure you’re not,” he said, his smirk widening. “It’s okay, noona. It’s kind of cute.”

Your face burned, and you looked away, trying to hide your embarrassment. Why did your heart skip a bit when he said that? The way he was looking at you, with his playful smirk and his glimmering eyes. You should scold him, he was younger than you, how could he called you ‘’cute’’.  You hated that you actually liked it. 

You cleared your throat, your cheeks still red and got up from the ground. ‘’Uh… we should get back to practice ‘’

“Of course,” he agreed, but the playful glint in his eyes told you he wasn’t done teasing.

As you both resumed practice, Jungwon continued to push your buttons, his confidence making him bolder. During a particularly challenging sequence, he placed his hands on your waist to guide you into the correct position, his touch sending a shiver down your spine.

“There,” he said softly, his breath warm against your neck. “Perfect.”

You swallowed hard, trying to ignore the way your body reacted to his closeness. “Thanks,” you murmured, stepping away to put some distance between you. You couldn’t be cphysically close ot him right now. Not outside of the chores. 

He chuckled, clearly enjoying your reaction. “Anytime, noona.”

By the end of the session, you were exhausted, both physically and emotionally. Jungwon’s confident teasing had left you more flustered than you cared to admit, and focusing on the routine had been a constant struggle.

“Good work today,” Jungwon said as you both gathered your things. “We’re getting better.”

“Yeah, we are,” you agreed, forcing a smile. “See you tomorrow?”

“Absolutely,” he said, giving you a wink. “I can’t wait.”

As you left the studio, you couldn’t help but replay the day’s events in your mind. As the days unfolded, you avoided him the best you could. After practices, you always came up with an excuse whenever he asked if you wanted to grab something to eat or drink. But most of all, you avoided looking into his eyes. His beautiful and hypnotizing eyes. 

Today was one of your last practices, as the Gayo Daejeon was approaching. You tried to keep your focus only on the routine, determined not to let him get to you. You couldn’t. The choreography required for you to look into his eyes, but today was clearly impossible. His hair was parted in a way to make his features appear stronger. he looked so good. Every time your eyes locked, your cheeks would heat up, and your heart could race uncontrollably. Instead, you fixed your gaze on the floor or focused on a point over his shoulder, hoping he wouldn’t notice.

But Jungwon wasn’t one to miss much. After the fourth time, you avoided his eyes during the routine, he began to suspect something was up. Plus, he noticed how distant you were and how you tried to avoid him during the last few days. During a particularly close part of the choreography, where you had to face each other and mirror each other’s movements, he finally decided to confront you.

You were supposed to step into each other’s space, your faces mere inches apart. Instead of looking at him, you kept your gaze firmly on the floor, focusing on your feet.

“Look at me,” Jungwon’s voice was low but commanding. He stopped his movement and placed his fingers gently under your chin, tugging your head upwards to look at him, holding your waist wth his other hand.

You swallowed hard, your eyes reluctantly meeting his. “Why are you avoiding my eyes, noona?” he asked, his smirk widening as he saw the blush spreading across your cheeks.

“I’m not avoiding your eyes,” you lied, your voice barely above a whisper.

He chuckled softly, his fingers still holding your chin. “You’re a terrible liar. What’s got you so flustered?”

“I’m not flustered,” you protested weakly, trying to pull away, but his grip, though gentle, was firm.

“Sure you’re not,” he said, his tone dripping with playful confidence. “Come on, noona, you can be honest with me.”

The intensity of his gaze, coupled with the proximity of his body, almost buckled your knees. “I just… I’m trying to focus,” you stammered.

He leaned in closer, matching your height, his breath warm against your lips. “And looking at me makes it hard to focus?”

You bit your lip, your mind racing for a plausible denial, but nothing came to you. The way he was looking at you and how confident he seemed made it hard for you to concentrate. “Yes,” you finally admitted, your voice barely audible.

A triumphant smile spread across his face. Before you could say anything, he closed the small distance between you, his lips brushing softly against yours. The kiss was gentle at first, testing, but when you didn’t pull away, he deepened it, his other hand that was on your waist pulled you closer. Your heart pounded in your chest, and you felt like you were melting into him. You wrapped your arms around his neck, kissing him back with a hunger you hadn’t realized you’d been suppressing.

You both pulled away, breathless, your foreheads resting against each other. Your eyes locked with his, and you could see the desire in his eyes. His pupils were dilated and he looked at you with half-lidded eyes. 

Without even thinking twice about it, you grabbed the front of his tank top, pulling him back to you for another kiss, this time a lot more aggressive and forceful. Jungwon groaned against your lips, his hands finding the small of your back and pulling you closer. The kiss was fiery, your mouths moving in a heated dance. You both put so much force into the kiss, you were practiaclly sure your lips would have bruises on tomorrow. 

He backed you up until you felt the cool surface of the mirrored wall against your back. His hands were firm as they roamed over your body, leaving a trail of heat in their wake. Your hands were feeling him, going from his broad shoulders to his biceps to his abs. You felt every muscle tense against your hands, and you absolutely loved it. You needed to touch him. 

“Look at you,” he murmured as his lips attached to your neck, kissing and biting it, his voice thick with desire. “So needy. You like this, don’t you?”

You gasped, feeling a shiver run down your spine. “Fuck, yes,” you whispered, the admission making your cheeks burn with a mix of embarrassment and excitement.

His eyes darkened with a predatory gleam as he pinned your hands above your head, his body pressing against yours, trapping you against the mirror. You could feel how hard he was through his sweatpants. “Say it again,” he demanded, his tone commanding.

“Yes, I like this,” you repeated, your voice trembling slightly.

Jungwon smirked, his lips brushing against your ear. “Good girl.’’ His hand slipped under your shirt, caressing your skin, eliciting a moan from you. He chuckled, his hand moving higher, his thumb brushing over your bra. “So desperate for my touch. Fuck, you’re perfect.’’

You bit your lip, trying to stifle another moan. “Please…”

“Please what?” he taunted, his thumb circling your nipple through the fabric. “Use your words, baby.”

“Please, touch me,” you begged, your voice breaking.

“Good girl,” he praised, his hand slipping under your bra to cup your breast, his thumb brushing over your sensitive skin. “I love hearing you beg for me.”

You moaned, pressing into his hand, your body trembling with need. “Wonnie, I need you…”

He growled, capturing your lips in another searing kiss. “I know, baby. I know.” His free hand slid down to your thigh, lifting your right leg to wrap around his waist. “God, you’re so perfect. So responsive.” You felt his hard-on against your clothed core as he started to move a bit, causing both of you to hiss. 

You felt like you were drowning in him, every touch, every word sending you spiraling deeper into desire. He pulled back slightly, his eyes locking onto yours. “Look at you, so desperate for me. Do you know how hot you look right now?” He thrust again, a little harder this time, and you let out a small, needy whine. He smirked, his hand moving to the waistband of your sports shorts. 

In one swift motion, he slipped his hand inside, his fingers finding your core. You gasped, your hips bucking against his hand. ‘’Fuck you’re so wet for me,’’ he murmured, his voice filled with awe. “You’re such a good girl, aren’t you? So ready to be touched.”

You moaned, unable to form coherent words, your body responding to his touch with a mind of its own. “Yes, yes, please…”

He leaned in, his lips hovering your ear, before you could feel him sink his teeth to your lobe. “I’m going to make you feel so good.” And with that, he entered one finger and started pumping it, slowly at first. He picked up the pace when he saw you responding to his moves. He quickly added another one and you couldn’t stop the moans from slipping. 

"God, you’re so tight," Jungwon murmured, his voice laced with a mix of awe and desire. "I can barely fit two fingers in."

You gasped, the sensation overwhelming as he pushed his fingers deeper inside you. The tightness and the heat around his fingers made him groan in satisfaction. "Fuck. If you’re this tight around my fingers, I don’t know how I’m gonna fit."

You moaned, the combination of his words and his rough touch driving you wild. He smirked, pressing his thumb against your clit and rubbing harsh circles around it. "You like that, don’t you? You like feeling my fingers inside you, stretching you."

"Yes," you breathed, your hips bucking against his hand, seeking more of his touch.

His smirk widened as he pushed his fingers deeper, his pace rough and unrelenting. "Look at you, so desperate for me. So wet and tight. Oh, I’m gonna ruin you."

You whimpered, the pleasure building inside you, making it hard to think or speak. He chuckled darkly, his free hand coming up to cover your mouth as a particularly loud moan slipped out of your mouth. "Shh, we can’t have anyone hearing you, can we? Anyone could walk into the studio and see you like this, begging for my touch."

His hand muffled your moans, the pressure of his fingers inside you and the movement of his thumb on your clit pushing you closer to the edge. He leaned in, his breath hot against your ear. "You’re such a good girl, taking my fingers so well. But you’re also a dirty little thing, aren’t you? Getting off in the practice studio where anyone could see."

You nodded, tears of pleasure forming in the corners of your eyes. The combination of his praise and degradation made your body tremble, every nerve ending on fire.

"You’re going to come for me, aren’t you?" he whispered, his voice low and commanding, as he felt your walls tightening around his fingers. ‘’Fuck, I can feel how close you are. Go ahead, come for me, but keep it quiet. Show me how good you can be."

His words sent you over the edge, your body convulsing with the force of your orgasm. You bit down on his hand to muffle your cries, the intense waves of pleasure crashing over you. Jungwon continued to finger you through it, his touch relentless and rough, prolonging your release until you were a shaking, panting mess. 

When you finally came down from your high, he withdrew his fingers slowly, his eyes dark with desire and satisfaction. ‘’You’ve made such a mess, all because of my fingers."

You blushed, leaning your had against the mirror. You were completely breathless. He brought his fingers to his lips, licking them clean, his eyes never leaving yours. "You taste amazing. I can’t wait to be inside you.’’

When you finally find some sanity left, you gently push him a bit from you and let your hands run through his abs before tugging at his shirt, signaling for him to take it off. You wanted to make him feel just as good. He took off his shirt, revealing his toned abs. 

Jungwon raised an eyebrow, his smirk reappearing as he realized your intent. "What are you doing?" he asked, his voice teasing.

"Returning the favor," you said, your voice husky with desire.

His eyes darkened with lust as you dropped to your knees in front of him, your fingers hooking into the waistband of his sweatpants. You pulled them down slowly, your breath hitching as you revealed more of his skin. When his boxers followed, you couldn’t help but let out a small gasp. His cock was big indeed and the sight of him made your mouth water.

"Like what you see?" he asked, his voice dripping with arrogance and amusement.

You nodded, your eyes locked onto his impressive length. You licked your lips, your desire evident.

"Then show me," he commanded, his tone dominant. "I want to see that pretty mouth of yours around me."

You nodded, leaning in to place a soft kiss on the tip of his hard cock. He groaned, his hand coming to rest on the back of your head, his fingers tangling in your hair. "Good girl," he murmured, his voice a mix of praise and command.

You opened your mouth, taking him in slowly, savoring the weight and feel of him on your tongue. He let out a deep groan, his hips twitching as you began to bob your head, your hand wrapping around the base to stroke what you couldn’t fit in your mouth.

‘’Fuck, baby" he growled, his grip tightening in your hair. "You look so good like this.’’

You hummed around him, the vibration eliciting another groan from him. You quickened your pace, hollowing your cheeks and taking him deeper, your tongue swirling around his length.

"That’s it," he praised, his voice breathless. 

Your eyes flicked up to meet his, and the intensity of his gaze made you shiver. His dominance, the way he looked down at you with a mix of adoration and arrogance, only fueled your desire. You wanted to make him lose control, to hear him praise you more.

You deepened your efforts, taking him as deep as you could, feeling him hit the back of your throat. Jungwon’s head fell back, a low, guttural moan escaping his lips. "Fuck. Your mouth feels so fucking good. So fucking perfect."

You felt a surge of pride and arousal at his words, your movements becoming more fervent. His grip in your hair tightened, guiding your movements as he thrust roughly into your mouth. "You like this, don’t you?" he asked, his voice rough. "Being on your knees for me, taking my cock like a good little slut."

You moaned around him, the degrading words sending a thrill through your body. He was pushing all the right buttons, and you loved every second of it.

"Answer me," he commanded, pulling you off him just enough so you could speak.

‘’Fuck, yes, I love it," you gasped, your voice breathless and needy. "I love making you feel good."

"Good girl," he purred, thrusting back into your mouth. "Keep going. Make me come."

You redoubled your efforts, your hand stroking him in time with your movements. His breathing became more ragged, his moans louder. "I’m close," he warned, his hips bucking into your mouth. "Fuck, you’re gonna make me come."

You moaned in encouragement, hollowing your cheeks and taking him as deep as you could. With a final, guttural groan, he tensed, his release spilling into your mouth. You swallowed eagerly, savoring the taste and the sound of his pleasure. When he finally released his grip on your hair, you pulled back, licking your lips and looking up at him. Jungwon’s eyes were dark with satisfaction and something deeper, something more tender. 

He grabbed your jaw forcefully, making you go back on your feet and crashed his lips into yours, tasting himself on your tongue. He grabbed your hips firmly. 

“Turn around,” he commanded, his voice low and rough with desire.

You did as he said, your heart pounding in anticipation. Jungwon pressed you against the mirrored wall, his body heat radiating against your back. He tugged your shorts and underwear down in one swift motion, and you gasped at the sudden coolness against your skin.

“Look at yourself,” he whispered in your ear, his hand gripping your chin and tilting your head up to face the mirror. “I want you to see how desperate you are for me.”

Your eyes met your own reflection, cheeks flushed, eyes wide with anticipation. Jungwon’s eyes bore into yours through the mirror, a predatory gleam in them. He positioned himself behind you, his hand sliding between your legs to tease you, finding you already wet and ready.

He smirked, positioning himself at your entrance. Without warning, he thrust into you roughly, a guttural groan escaping his lips as he filled you completely. You cried out, the sudden intrusion overwhelming, but Jungwon’s hand quickly covered your mouth.

“Quiet,” he ordered, his voice a harsh whisper. “Anyone could walk in and see you like this, see how much you love being fucked by me.”

You nodded, biting down on your lip to stifle your moans as he began to move. His pace was relentless, each thrust rough and deep, pushing you against the mirror. The sensation was intense, every nerve in your body on fire.

“Look at yourself,” he growled, his hand gripping your hair, pulling your head back, forcing you to meet your own eyes in the mirror. “Look at how you’re taking me, how much you love it.”

You whimpered, your reflection showing you lost in pleasure, completely at his mercy. His other hand slipped between your legs, his fingers finding your clit and rubbing in sync with his thrusts. The dual sensation was too much, and you felt your body tightening, the first orgasm building rapidly.

“Wonnie, I’m gonna—” you started, but he cut you off with a harsh thrust.

“Do it,” he commanded, his eyes never leaving yours in the mirror. “Come for me, beautiful. Show me how good I make you feel.”

His words, combined with the relentless pace of his thrusts and the pressure on your clit, sent you over the edge. You cried out, your body convulsing as waves of pleasure crashed over you. Jungwon’s hand muffled your cries. 

“Good girl,” he praised, his voice rough with satisfaction. “You look so beautiful when you come.”

He didn’t give you time to recover, his pace never slowing. Each thrust pushed you higher, the overstimulation making your body tremble. “Won, please,” you begged, your voice a desperate whisper. “It’s too much.”

“You can take it,” he growled, his eyes filled with a dark hunger. His fingers moved faster on your clit, the pressure building again. You couldn’t believe how quickly another orgasm was approaching, your body responding to his every touch.

“Won, I can’t—” you started, but he cut you off with another rough thrust.

“Yes, you can,” he insisted, his voice filled with dominance. He leaned in, his chest pressed against your back as his lips hovered over your ear. “You’re going to come again, and you’re going to do it while looking at yourself. I want you to see how much you love being fucked by me.”

The intensity of his words and the unrelenting pace of his thrusts pushed you over the edge again. You screamed into his hand, your body convulsing with the force of your second orgasm. The pleasure was almost too much to bear, your vision blurring as you were overwhelmed by the sensation.

“Fuck, sweetheart,” Jungwon groaned, his own release approaching. “You feel so good. So tight and wet. You’re fucking perfect.”

With a final, deep thrust, he came inside you, his body tensing as he filled you with his release. You both stayed there for a moment, panting and trembling, the intensity of the encounter leaving you both breathless.

After you both recovered a bit, Jungwon carefully helped you straighten your clothes, pull up your shorts and panties, and made sure you were comfortable. He guided you to sit down on one of the benches, his eyes filled with a mix of tenderness and concern.

“You okay, noona?” he asked softly, brushing a strand of hair from your face.

You nodded, still breathless and trembling slightly. “Yeah, just… wow.”

He chuckled, his confidence still shining through. “Yeah, wow.’’

You smiled weakly, feeling the soreness already settling in. “I don’t think I can practice anymore today. I’m too sore.”

Jungwon’s eyes sparkled with mischief. “I guess I really did a number on you, huh? Didn’t expect you to be so breathless and sore. Maybe I should’ve gone easier on you.”

You gave him a playful glare. “Don’t get too cocky, now. You’re just lucky I didn’t outlast you.”

He laughed, sitting down beside you and wrapping an arm around your shoulders. “Sure, sure. But that’s not what you were saying when I was indie you, huh? All I heard was you begging for more.”

Your cheeks flushed, but you couldn’t help but smile. “You’re impossible.”

“And you love it,” he teased, pressing a soft kiss to your temple. “Now, let’s see what we can do to make you feel better.”

Jungwon stood up and retrieved a small towel from his bag, dampening it with some water from his bottle. He knelt in front of you and gently wiped the sweat from your face and neck, his touch tender and caring.

“Here, let me massage your legs a bit,” he said, his tone softening. “It’ll help with the soreness.”

You nodded, grateful for his thoughtfulness. As he began to knead the muscles in your calves and thighs, you felt some of the tension easing away. His hands were skilled, and the massage was both soothing and relaxing.

“Better?” he asked, looking up at you with a warm smile.

“Much better,” you sighed, feeling more at ease. “Thank you, wonnie.”

“Anything for you,” he replied, his voice filled with sincerity. He leaned in and kissed your neck, his lips warm and gentle against your skin.

You shivered, a mix of pleasure and exhaustion washing over you. “Won, we can’t… not here. We’re already lucky nobody walked in on us.”

He pouted playfully, his eyes filled with mischief. “But I was just getting started on round two.”

You laughed softly, shaking your head. “Maybe later. I’m way too tired right now.”

He smirked, his confidence and cockiness still evident. “Fine, I’ll hold you to that. But don’t think I’ll forget.”

You smiled, leaning into him. “I wouldn’t expect anything less.”

Jungwon wrapped his arms around you, holding you close. The warmth of his embrace and the gentle hum of the studio lights created a comforting atmosphere. You laid down on the bench, your head resting on his tights, while he played with your hair. 

The soft hum of the air conditioning and the distant sound of footsteps in the building provided a soothing backdrop to your quiet moment together. Jungwon's fingers traced light patterns on your scalp, making you feel relaxed and content.

“You know,” he began, his voice soft, “I’ve been thinking.”

“Uh-oh,” you teased, peeking up at him with a playful smile. “That sounds dangerous.”

He chuckled, his eyes crinkling at the corners. “Very funny, noona. But seriously, I was thinking we should go out sometime. You know, on a proper date.”

You raised an eyebrow, surprised but intrigued. “A date, huh? Are you sure you can handle that?”

Jungwon smirked, his fingers still threading through your hair. “I think I can manage. Unless you’re too scared to go out with me.”

You laughed, shaking your head. “Scared? Please. I’m just worried you might not be able to keep up.”

“Oh, I’ll keep up,” he said confidently. “The question is, can you handle it?”

You rolled your eyes, enjoying the banter. “Alright, tough guy. Where do you plan on taking me?”

He pretended to think for a moment, his eyes twinkling with mischief. “How about dinner at that new rooftop restaurant downtown? I heard the view is amazing.”

“Ooh, fancy,” you replied, impressed. “Trying to impress me, are you?”

“Is it working?” he asked, his expression hopeful but playful.

“Maybe,” you said, pretending to ponder. “But I’m going to need more than just a nice view to be impressed.”

He laughed, leaning down to press a quick kiss to your forehead. “Challenge accepted. So, what do you say? Dinner tomorrow night?”

You bit your lip, considering his offer. Despite the teasing, you felt a genuine excitement at the prospect of going out with Jungwon. “Alright, you’ve got yourself a date. But only if you promise not to be late.”

He placed a hand over his heart, feigning seriousness. “I promise. I’ll even show up early, just to make sure.”

“Wow, early?” you teased. “You must really want to impress me.”

“Maybe I do,” he admitted, his tone more sincere. “You’re worth it.”

You felt a warmth spread through you at his words, and you smiled up at him. “Well, in that case, I’m looking forward to it.”

“Me too,” he said, his fingers resuming their gentle play in your hair. “It’ll be nice to spend time together outside the studio.”

You nodded, closing your eyes and letting the comfort of the moment wash over you. “Yeah, it will be. Just you and me, no distractions.”

“No distractions,” he agreed, his voice a soft promise.