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[okwonyo]

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[solefi]

All of you, Always

𓂃𝐧𝐨 𝐞𝐱𝐢𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐝𝐚𝐲𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭

| 𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐭, 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐢 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮

〻(muse.) lee heeseung

〻(wc.) 5.2k

〻(genre.) smut. non idol! au.

〻(cont.) fem! reader. description of female anatomy. unprotected sex. kissing. oral sex (male receiving). cum eating (reader swallows). creampie. overstimulation. praise. switch! heeseung. slightly subby hee. reader wants to please hee. riding. couch sex. soft sex.

They were supposed to go out. Dinner reservations, cute outfits—a normal night like any other couple. Instead, she ends up in her boyfriend’s lap wrapped around his cock. Then again, with the way every one of their dates ends up exactly like this, did they really miss anything?

The door clicks shut softly behind you.

You slip out of your heels at the entryway, leaving them next to Heeseung’s worn sneakers. For a moment, your heart squeezes at the sight: your shoes and his, side by side like they belong together.

Like you belong here.

You let yourself pretend, just for a heartbeat, that this is your shared home. Pretend he’s your husband waiting in the next room, pretend you’re walking into the rest of your life.

‘One day’, you think with a smile.

Your white maxi skirt brushes your ankles as you pad barefoot down the hallway. The fabric hugs your hips and waist, the soft tube top above showing off your shoulders, your belly, your curves—you know he’ll notice. He always does.

You knock softly on the closed studio door, smiling to yourself. A beat later, his voice—warm, a little distracted—floats through.

“Come in, baby.”

You open the door and step inside. The studio is dim, cozy—monitors glowing, fairy lights casting a soft haze over the cluttered space.

Heeseung’s hunched over the mixing board, hoodie sleeves pushed to his elbows, brows furrowed in concentration. He turns when he hears you, and when he sees you his whole face lights up.

“Hey, pretty girl,” he murmurs, voice dropping lower just for you.

You cross the room to him without hesitation, your skirt swishing softly around your legs.

He rises halfway from his chair, meeting you for a kiss — slow, sweet, a lingering brush of lips that feels like sinking into something warm and endless.

His hands skim over your waist, squeezing lightly, like he needs to reassure himself that you’re real.

“Missed you,” he says against your mouth.

“Missed you too, Hee,” you whisper back.

He pulls back just enough to grin at you—soft, a little smug, eyes dipping down to drink you in.

You see the way his gaze catches on the sliver of skin showing between your top and skirt, the way his fingers flex like he’s fighting the urge to touch.

“God, you’re beautiful,” he breathes, almost to himself.

You laugh, cheeks heating, and tap his chest lightly.

“You wanted to show me something?”

“Yeah,” he says, snapping out of his daze. “New track. Just finished it.”

He sits back down and pulls you into his lap without a second thought, one strong arm wrapping around your waist, the other resting lazily on your thigh—his thumb tracing slow, absentminded circles over your skin.

You melt against him, arms looping around his neck, your chest pressed flush to his.

You can feel his heartbeat, quick and steady beneath your palm.

The track starts—a low, throbbing beat, thick with bass and lazy synths.

It’s sexy, smoky, the kind of song that makes your body want to move without thinking. Heat coils low in your stomach instantly. 

You tilt your head, giving him a playful look.

“It’s hot,” you murmur.

Heeseung grins, cocky and shy all at once.

“Made it thinking about you.”

Your stomach flips. You kiss him, just a quick press of lips that isn’t nearly enough, and before you know it, you’re kissing him again.

Slower. Deeper.

Your fingers threading into the messy strands of his hair, tugging gently. Heeseung hums against your mouth, hand squeezing your thigh a little harder.

The beat plays on, slow and grinding, a rhythm that sinks into your bones.

You start to move—tiny shifts of your hips in his lap, not even thinking about it. Just wanting to feel more of him, wanting to give more of yourself.

His breath stutters when you kiss down his jaw, over his stubbled chin, down the column of his throat.

You find the spot just behind his ear you know drives him crazy, and suck lightly at the skin there, your teeth grazing his earlobe.

He shudders beneath you, hips jerking up instinctively.

“Baby,” he groans, voice wrecked already. “You’re playing dirty.”

You smile against his neck, smug and sweet.

His hand moves up, sliding over your skirt, fingertips ghosting over the soft skin of your thigh, your hip, your waist—his touches light and teasing, but filled with a promise you know too well.

“Can’t help it,” you whisper. “You make it so easy.”

Heeseung laughs—low and breathless—and captures your mouth in another kiss, rougher this time, teeth nipping at your lower lip.

You’re dizzy with it—the taste of him, the feel of his body under yours, the sound of his music wrapping around you both like a spell.

Heeseung leans back in his chair slightly, dragging you even closer onto his lap.

You can feel his hardness pressing against your thigh now, hot and demanding through the fabric of his sweats.

“You feel that, pretty girl?” he murmurs against your mouth. “You do that to me.”

His hands trail down your body — tracing the curve of your waist, the soft dip of your exposed belly button and the flare of your hips over the tight fabric of your skirt.

You whimper, grinding down just slightly—enough to make you both gasp. Heeseung growls softly, gripping your hips to hold you still.

“Fuck,” he breathes.“If you keep doing that I’m gonna fuck you right here, baby.”

You blink down at him, pupils blown wide, heart hammering.

“Maybe that’s what I want,” you whisper back.

Heeseung stares at you for a second—like you’ve just undone every bit of his control—and then he’s standing, sweeping you up in his arms so fast you squeal.

One of his arms hooks under your thighs, the other around your back, lifting you off like you weigh nothing. 

The world tilts as he turns, heading toward the back of the studio — toward the worn, familiar couch tucked against the wall. 

The one that’s seen its share of late nights and lazy, heated sessions, and that’s about to witness another.

He sets you down in front of it carefully, but he doesn’t let go. Not even for a second.

His hands roam — reverent, greedy — tracing up your sides, over the curve of your waist, along the bare skin peeking out between your top and skirt.

“God, look at you,” he breathes, voice wrecked.

And then slowly, teasingly, he reaches for the hem of your white tube top.

His fingertips skim up your sides, dragging the fabric higher, baring more and more skin as he goes.

You lift your arms obediently, heart pounding, and Heeseung peels the top off you, tossing it somewhere behind him without a second thought.

His eyes darken immediately.

You’re not wearing a bra, just delicate little silicone pasties covering your nipples—a teasing, playful barrier he hadn’t expected.

Heeseung’s throat works as he swallows hard, chest rising and falling faster.

“Fuck,” he whispers, voice laced with awe. “Baby…”

You smile, slow and mischievous, and reach up, peeling the pasties off one by one—teasing, slow—watching the way his gaze tracks every movement, hungry and helpless.

When your bare breasts are finally exposed to him, Heeseung lets out a heavy, shaky breath, like he’s trying—and failing—to hold himself back.

“You’re gonna kill me,” he mutters, hands finding your waist again, sliding up to cup your breasts, thumbs brushing softly over your nipples, pulling a breathy moan from you. Heeseung groans, deep in his chest, thumbs circling, caressing, worshipping.

“My beautiful, perfect girl.” he murmurs.

You arch into his hands instinctively, chasing his touch, and he rewards you with a lazy, heated kiss, tongue teasing yours, slow and filthy.

When he finally moves again, it’s to sink down to his knees in front of you, hands finding the waistband of your skirt.

“Been thinking about this since I saw you,” he admits, voice hoarse. “Peeling this off. Seeing what’s mine.”

He presses a kiss to your belly button, making you both chuckle a little. He drags the skirt down slowly—agonizingly slow—his palms tracing the curves of your hips, your thighs, as he goes.

The skirt falls to the floor in a soft puddle around your ankles.

You stand there now in just a simple pair of white panties—sweet, delicate, almost innocent—and Heeseung visibly twitches in his sweats at the sight of you.

You bite your lip, feeling a wicked thrill pulse through you.

You can see the bulge straining against the fabric of his pants—see how much he wants you, how much he’s holding back for you.

“See what you do to me, pretty girl?” he rasps, running his hands slowly up your calves, your knees, your thighs—every touch a brand, every inch a silent worship.

You reach for him, fingers curling into the front of his hoodie, tugging him closer.

“Show me, Hee,” you whisper.

His eyes flash—dark, dangerous, beautiful—and he surges up, capturing your mouth in a desperate, bruising kiss.

Heeseung’s hands roam everywhere at once—cupping your breasts, gripping your thighs, sliding under your panties to palm the heat between your legs.

“You’re already so wet for me,” he growls against your mouth, fingers teasing your slit,making you gasp and writhe under him.

“All this,” he whispers, dragging his fingers up to rub slow circles against your clit, “just for me?”

“Always,” you whimper, with a dazed smile.

Heeseung smiles and leans in, nipping your jaw lightly.

“You’re gonna be the death of me,” Heeseung whispers, voice rough and low, his hands warm and possessive, now on your thighs.

But he doesn’t move to undress yet.

No—he stays fully clothed, looming over you, looking down at you like he’s starving.

And you know him well enough to recognize that glint in his eyes—the one that means he wants devour you.

He leads you to sit on the couch and leans in, mouth finding your breast—and for a moment, he just breathes you in, his nose brushing the curve of your skin, his lips ghosting over the soft swell.

Then he kisses you there: open-mouthed, wet, hungry, but not hurried. Never hurried.

Heeseung savors you, dragging his mouth across your breast, tasting every inch, pressing kisses along the delicate slope before finally closing his lips around your nipple.

You gasp, arching up into him instinctively.

His tongue flicks softly at first—light, teasing laps that make you whine—then he sucks harder, pulling your nipple into the hot, wet heat of his mouth, rolling it gently between his tongue and the roof of his mouth.

Your hands fly to his hair, tugging helplessly.

Heeseung hums against your skin—a deep, pleased sound that vibrates through your chest—then moves to your other breast, giving it the same slow, worshipful attention.

He suckles, slow and filthy, hands squeezing your waist, your hips, like he’s trying to ground himself.

“You taste so good everywhere,” he murmurs against you, the vibrations of his voice shooting straight down between your legs.

You can feel your panties sticking to you now, wet and clinging, and you know he feels it too—his hands sliding lower, thumbs brushing just under the waistband teasingly, making you writhe.

Then, without a word, Heeseung drops to his knees again, kneeling between your spread thighs like you’re something holy.

His hands slide up your thigh slowly, thumbs pressing gently into the soft flesh as he takes it and spreads it as he leans in.

And then he kisses you right over the wet fabric of your panties. A gasp rips from your throat, sharp and desperate.

Heeseung groans softly, mouthing at your clothed pussy, his tongue dragging a slow, lazy stripe over the soaked cotton, making sure you feel everything through the thin barrier.

You whimper, hips bucking up into his mouth, but he just holds you down, big hands pressing into your thighs, keeping you still, helpless under his teasing.

“You’re so wet already,” he murmurs against you, breath hot and damp.

“Fuck, baby. You’re dripping through your panties.” You feel him smirk against you—‘cocky bastard’ you think—and then he licks a slow, deliberate stripe from your entrance to your clit, pressing his mouth against the fabric like he wants to taste you through it.

You whimper his name, hips grinding against his mouth desperate for more. Heeseung chuckles—low and sinful—and pulls back just enough to admire the growing wet patch between your legs.

“Look at this,” he murmurs, voice thick with need. “All for me.”

You can barely breathe—barely think—and he’s still fully dressed, still teasing, still completely in control.

You reach for him blindly, tugging at the hem of his hoodie.

“Off,” you plead, lust lacing your words. “Please, Hee… want you.”

Heeseung’s eyes darken even further, and finally, finally, he relents.

“Anything for you, pretty girl,” he says, voice pure filth wrapped in velvet.

He stands up slowly, grabbing the hem of his hoodie and pulling it off in one smooth motion—baring his lean, strong torso to you, the faint lines of his abs flexing as he moves.

You see the thin sheen of sweat on his skin, the flushed heat spreading across his chest.

Next, his sweats—he pushes them down, revealing his cock, thick and flushed, curved up toward his belly, a bead of pre-cum leaking from the tip.

Heeseung stands over you, fully naked now, chest heaving, cock flushed and leaking, and you can’t help it—your mouth waters at the sight of him.

You sit up slowly, feeling the heat between your legs throb with need, but right now, you want him to fall apart first.

Your fingers wrap around the base of his cock—hot, thick, pulsing under your touch—and Heeseung hisses between his teeth, hips jerking slightly.

“Baby…” he groans, voice strained, his hand instinctively finding the back of your head, fingers threading gently into your hair, grounding himself against the overwhelming need clawing through him.

You look up at him through your lashes, catching the wild, glassy look in his dark eyes—and then you lean forward and press a soft, tender kiss to the leaking tip of his cock.

Heeseung shudders violently, a broken sound escaping his throat.

“Fuck, baby—”

You smile and then drag your tongue in a long, slow stripe from the very base of his shaft all the way up to the head, lapping at the bead of pre-cum there like you’re savoring the taste of him.

Heeseung’s fingers tighten in your hair, a ragged breath tearing from his chest.

“God, you’re gonna kill me,” he rasps, hips twitching helplessly.

You hum against him, then part your lips and take him into your mouth—slowly, teasingly, letting the thick head of his cock glide over your tongue, feeling the heavy weight of him stretch your mouth deliciously.

Heeseung groans—a deep, helpless sound that makes you clench around nothing.

He’s trying so hard to stay still, trying so hard not to thrust into your mouth like he’s desperate to.

You take him deeper, inch by inch, feeling the slick, heated slide of his cock over your tongue, down your throat.

Your jaw aches slightly, but you don’t care—you want him, want all of him, want to taste and feel and ruin him.

His hand cradles the back of your head tenderly, thumb stroking the side of your neck, his body trembling under your worship.

“That’s it, babygirl,” he moans, his voice a wrecked, broken thing. “Taking me so good. Ah-!”

You bob your head slowly, building a lazy, messy rhythm, hollowing your cheeks, swirling your tongue around the sensitive underside of his cock every time you pull back.

Drool slips from the corner of your mouth, slicking his shaft, and Heeseung swears under his breath, his hips giving tiny, helpless thrusts he can’t seem to control anymore.

“You’re gonna make me cum, baby,” he gasps, warning you, giving you the chance to pull away—but you don’t.

You dig your nails into his thighs. You take him deeper, suck harder—own the way he falls apart for you.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck—”

Heeseung moans, thighs trembling, and then he’s spilling into your mouth, hot and thick and overwhelming.

You hold him deep, swallowing every drop, feeling him pulse and jerk on your tongue, listening to the desperate, broken sounds he makes as you milk him through it.

When he finally stills, panting like he just ran a marathon, you pull back slightly, opening your mouth wide—showing him his release pooling in your mouth, mixing with your saliva. 

You swirl it with your tongue. Heeseung groans, low and filthy, eyes dark and blown wide with lust and awe.

“Jesus, baby,” he chokes out. “You’re fucking perfect.”

You hold his gaze, smiling around the filthy mess he gave you—and then you swallow, slow and deliberate, throat working visibly.

Heeseung watches you like he’s ready to fall to his knees.

“Come here,” he rasps, grabbing your face in both hands, pulling you up into a messy, hungry kiss—almost like he needs to taste himself on your lips, like he can’t stand another second without you.

The kiss is filthy; wet and open-mouthed and desperate, his tongue tangling with yours, his body shuddering against you.

Heeseung breaks the kiss first—panting against your lips, trembling slightly. His hands roam your body like he’s afraid you’ll disappear, like he needs to touch every inch of you to believe you’re real.

He moves instinctively to guide you back down onto the couch, trying to lay you out beneath him, to worship you like he promised.

But you don’t let him.

You press your palms flat against his chest, feeling the rapid drum of his heart, and gently push.

Heeseung blinks up at you, dazed, confused, completely gone for you.

You don’t say a word.

You just look at him—eyes dark, lips swollen, body humming with power—and he obeys immediately, sinking back onto the couch with a soft, wrecked sound.

You stand up—barefoot, bare-chested, in nothing but those damp, clinging white panties.

His gaze devours you—moving slowly up the length of your legs, your thighs, your hips, your waist, your breasts.

He looks hungry, helpless, wrecked—like you’re the only thing in the world that matters.

You turn around slowly—giving him your back—and Heeseung lets out a shaky breath, his hands gripping the edge of the couch like he’s physically restraining himself from grabbing you.

You glance over your shoulder at him—smirking softly—and then hook your thumbs into the waistband of your panties.

Slow.

Deliberate.

Teasing.

You peel the fabric down inch by agonizing inch—over the curve of your ass, your thighs, your knees—moving with a lazy, sensual roll of your hips.

Heeseung’s breath hitches sharply behind you.

You can feel his gaze like a physical caress, heavy and searing on your bare skin.

When the panties slip past your knees, you feel a slick, sticky pull and as the panties slide down, a thin, glistening string of slick stretches from your soaked pussy to the fabric.

You hear it—the broken, helpless sound Heeseung makes.

“Fuck,” he chokes out, voice rough and raw. “Baby…”

You glance back again, catching the way his eyes are locked on the obscene sight, his hands now fisted tight against his thighs, his cock twitching visibly, already painfully hard again.

You let the panties fall to the floor, and step out of them gracefully, kicking them aside.

You don’t rush.

You don’t speak.

You just let him watch—let him see everything—the bare, plump curve of your thighs, the perfect curve of your ass, the slick shining between your legs, all for him.

You reach behind yourself—slowly, lazily—and run your fingers along the inside of your thigh, up to the slick heat between your legs, gathering it on your fingertips deliberately.

Heeseung swears again—a filthy, desperate sound—and you hear the faint thud of his head dropping back against the couch, as if the sight of you is too much to survive.

You turn around slowly to face him—naked, wet, radiant in the soft golden light of the studio—and you see him: completely undone. Eyes blown wide, lips parted, chest heaving.

Heeseung looks at you like you’re a goddess, a dream, something he’s too fucked to deserve but too in love to resist.

“Come here, baby,” he rasps, voice so rough it scrapes the air.

You take your time—walking toward him slowly, hips swaying, slick still shining between your thighs—and watch the way his jaw clenches, his fingers twitching like he’s dying to grab you.

But he doesn’t move.

He lets you come to him.

Lets you keep control, because he wants to see what you’ll do next. Because he trusts you completely. And you’re not done driving him crazy yet.

You climb onto his lap slowly, swinging one leg over him, feeling his hands automatically come to rest on your hips like magnets pulled to steel.

Heeseung looks up at you, flushed, breathless, wrecked.

Like you’re something holy.

Like you’re everything.

You settle onto his thighs, feeling the hard, hot weight of his cock pressing against your soaked folds.

His chest rises and falls quickly under you, every muscle in his lean body tight with restraint, with need.

You lean in, pressing your mouth to his in a messy, hungry kiss. It’s not soft, it’s desperate—tongues tangling, teeth clashing, hands grabbing.

You swallow his gasps, he swallows your whimpers.

It’s filthy and beautiful all at once.

While your mouths stay locked, you start to move your hips—slowly grinding your dripping pussy along his cock, slicking him up, teasing both of you with the obscene wet sounds filling the room.

Heeseung groans into your mouth, his hands flexing on your hips as he fights the urge to thrust up into you.

“Baby…” he breathes, voice cracking. “Fuck, you’re so wet.”

You keep sliding up and down his length, the heavy weight of him dragging against your clit every time you grind your hips forward, making you gasp into his mouth.

Every pass smears your arousal over his cock, coating him, making him harder, hotter, pulsing between your thighs.

It’s slow torture—for both of you—but you love the way he falls apart under you.

You love how helpless he looks, how beautiful he is when he’s wrecked for you.

Eventually, you pull back from the kiss—panting, both of you dazed and shaking. You catch his bottom lip between your teeth—biting it, tugging it gently—before letting it go with a wet pop.

Heeseung’s eyes flutter closed for a second—like even that small act is enough to destroy him.

You sit up straighter, still grinding lazily, feeling his cock twitch under you.

Then, without breaking eye contact, you reach behind yourself, your fingers wrapping around the slick, hot length of him.

Heeseung’s hips jerk up instinctively, but you press him back down with a hand on his chest, smirking.

“Easy, baby,” you whisper.

Heeseung whines softly—actually whines—and you almost feel bad for how desperate he looks.

Almost.

You line him up with your entrance, the fat, swollen head of his cock pressing against your soaked, aching pussy and you both freeze there for a second, the air thick and electric between you.

You look into his eyes—really look—and see everything: the love, the lust, the devotion, the helpless awe.

And then he whispers.

“I love you,”

His voice rough and raw and so full of everything he is.

It knocks the air from your lungs. The way he says it, like it’s a prayer, like it’s a promise.

You smile, heart splitting wide open, leaning in just enough to press your forehead to his.

“I love you too,” you whisper back.

And then you sink down onto him—slowly, deeply, completely—taking him inside inch by inch, stretching around him, filling yourself with all of him.

You both moan—loud, helpless, raw—clutching at each other like you might fall apart without the connection.

Heeseung’s hands tighten on your hips, but he doesn’t move.

He lets you have this—lets you take him exactly how you want, exactly how you need.

You bottom out, feeling the thick, aching stretch of him seated fully inside you, the way he fits so perfectly it’s almost unbearable.

You stay there for a moment—both of you shaking, gasping, barely holding on—and then you start to move.

Slow.

Lazy.

Sensual.

Grinding your hips in tight circles, rocking up and down on his cock, feeling every thick, delicious drag of him inside you.

Heeseung watches you, completely wrecked and completely in love. He lets you ride him at your own pace, his mouth dropping open in awe every time you sink down onto him again.

“You’re so hot,” he breathes, voice breaking. “So fucking perfect, my love.”

You smile through the haze of heat and pleasure—because he means it. You know he means every single word.

“So you keep saying.”

You ride him slow, deep, deliberate—grinding down onto him with every roll of your hips, taking him deeper than should be possible, making both of you gasp and shudder with every wet, filthy slap of skin on skin.

Heeseung groans beneath you, his head tipping back against the couch, Adam’s apple bobbing as he tries to breathe through the pleasure.

His hands can’t stay still.

One slides down — grabbing a handful of your ass, fingers sinking into the soft flesh, squeezing like he can’t help himself.

The other moves up — cupping your breast, groping shamelessly, thumb flicking across your nipple, making you whimper.

“God, you feel so good,” he pants, eyes glassy and wild, hips jerking up instinctively every time you grind down onto him.

You lean forward, hands braced on his shoulders, grinding your clit against the hard line of his pelvis with every movement, chasing more friction, more heat.

Heeseung surges up slightly—mouth finding your neck—and he kisses you there, messy and wet and hungry.

His tongue drags sloppily over your throat, mouth sucking at the sensitive skin just below your ear, teeth scraping lightly, leaving tingling trails in his wake.

You shiver violently, gasping, riding him harder without meaning to.

You know what he’s doing—know he’s trying to mark you up again, claim you in the most primal way he knows how.

You feel his mouth linger, sucking harder for just a moment, and you slap his shoulder lightly, breathless.

“Hee,” you gasp, half laughing, half moaning. “Don’t leave too many… You know I hate covering them up.”

Heeseung chuckles—low, filthy and so fucking smug.

But he doesn’t pull away.

Instead, he licks the spot he just sucked—tongue slow and hot against your skin—and murmurs against you:

“You look so beautiful wearing my marks, baby.”

You feel it—the deep throb of want at his words—and you clench around him hard, making him groan into your neck.

“You’re mine,” he whispers against your pulse, voice thick with love and lust and something darker underneath. “Only mine.”

You whimper, riding him faster now, grinding rougher, harder, your thighs starting to tremble with the effort.

The knot in your belly pulls tighter, heat building low and deep, your orgasm coiling inside you like a fuse about to snap.

Heeseung feels the change instantly. The hand playing with your tits slides down until his fingers find your clit.

He rubs tight, fast circles against the swollen bundle of nerves—perfect, relentless pressure—and the sensation is devastating.

You cry out—a raw, broken sound—your body clenching around him so hard he gasps, hips jerking up into you.

“That’s it, baby,” he pants, eyes locked on yours, voice almost frantic. “Cum for me. Wanna feel you squeeze me. Wanna feel you lose it on my cock.”

You grind down harder, chasing the friction, the heat, the desperate need clawing through you.

You’re so close.

You can feel it—your walls fluttering around him, your legs trembling, your mind going white with the overwhelming pleasure building inside you.

Heeseung keeps working your clit, keeps whispering filthy, beautiful things against your skin—and you break.

Your orgasm hits like a tidal wave—huge and devastating.

It starts in your pussy—a sharp, blinding pulse deep inside—and then spreads outward, a fiery flood through your thighs, your belly, your chest, your vision blurring around the edges with the force of it.

You cry out, body seizing, back arching—blinded by pleasure, blinded by him.

Your mind whites out for a moment—but even through the shuddering, searing waves of your orgasm, you’re still aware of him underneath you. 

Still aware of Heeseung’s cock, thick and hot, buried deep inside you. Still aware of his desperate moans, the way his hands clutch at your hips, trying to hold on.

You falter — just for a second — hips stuttering as the pleasure overloads you, but you don’t stop.

You refuse to stop.

You force yourself to keep moving—grinding down onto him, riding him through it, milking him with every slow, trembling roll of your hips, even as your own body shudders uncontrollably.

And then you feel it—feel him chasing you into the abyss.

Heeseung’s cock twitches violently inside you, and his breath breaks apart into guttural, frantic moans.

“Baby,” he gasps—voice shredded, desperate. “Baby, I’m gonna cum—”

You clench around him—deliberately—tightening your pussy around his pulsing length, dragging another helpless, broken groan from him.

You feel him jerk, feel the first thick pulse of his orgasm spill into you, hot and overwhelming, flooding you deep inside.

Heeseung cums hard — hips thrusting up helplessly into you, hands fisting in the meat of your hips, trying to anchor himself as you ride him through it.

You don’t let up.

You keep moving, slow and filthy and relentless, grinding down against him, coaxing every last spurt of cum from his cock.

Milking him dry.

You feel every twitch, every pulse—feel the way he tries to thrust up into you weakly, instinctively—feel the way his body trembles under yours, totally undone.

And you match him—your body clenching when he pulls back, relaxing when he pushes in, drawing him deeper, squeezing around him, refusing to let him go until there’s nothing left to give.

It’s too much—for both of you—the overstimulation bordering on unbearable, pleasure bleeding into pain, into something even deeper, even more raw.

Heeseung’s head falls back against the couch, his throat exposed, mouth open in a silent moan, eyes screwed shut as he rides it out.

You shudder through aftershocks, clinging to his shoulders, both of you shaking, sweating, completely ruined together.

Finally—finally—when his last drop is buried inside you, when your bodies can’t handle a second more—you collapse against his chest, trembling, both of you gasping for breath.

Heeseung wraps his arms around you instantly—holding you so tightly it almost hurts—pressing messy, desperate kisses to your hair, your shoulder, your neck.

“You’re incredible,” he whispers, voice still wrecked. “I love you so, so much, my love.”

You nuzzle into him, feeling his cum leak slowly from between your thighs, feeling the messy, beautiful reality of what you just did together.

You smile weakly against his skin, your heart swollen and aching with how much you love him.

You don’t say anything.

You don’t have to.

He knows.

And so you stay there—tangled, trembling, filled—as the room hums softly around you, as the studio lights blur in your vision, as the world narrows down to just you and Heeseung, still breathing each other in.

[nugwon]

I want a Heeseung smut with forced eye contact stuff. Maybe, you could also have routine sex but it's unpredictable—like he's hard just watching you wash dishes, style yourself on the vanity, and stuff like that

🐦‍⬛ my ex was like this, and i miss it. a. lot. especially now that i can imagine it’s really heeseung eye me and teasing me in the kitchen instead 😗😗😗😗😗. #imdelusional.

heeseung couldn’t help himself. before he’d met you, he’d been celibate for a while. wanting to give the rest of his body and possibly his children to the one woman he was gonna love for the rest of his life. then you showed up, not necessarily throwing your body at him but you made it known that you wanted him and he could have you anytime.

so he made you his fuck buddy—aka. best friends until you both catch feelings. he took all his sexual frustrations out on you—he kissed you when he had sex with you. you did everything a romantic partner would do, except be romantic partners. “you look hot,” heeseung smirked from the couch.

not only were you a fuck buddy, you were roommates. “i’m cleaning the dishes?” you laughed softly, heeseung nodding to himself. but he saw you wearing one of his old shirts, with nothing underneath—one that stoped just barely above your thighs. “getting turned on by a clean woman? i respect that.” you hadn’t realized he’d walked into the kitchen, leaning against the counter behind you.

checking you out, staring at your ass—how it fit into those panties so well. how the shape of it drew him in, made him harder by the second. his stare was heavy—it was hot.. it had you dripping already. heeseung had to think about how fast (or slow) he wanted to ruin you. it wasn’t even a surprise anymore.. this was your normal routine. “were you created to drive me insane?”

you jumped a bit but finally turned around, in the process of cleaning the sink—water dripped down your thighs and that definitely got him going. “it’s rock hard—.” he sighed, looking like a lost puppy, he looked down at his sweats before peaking at you through his lashes. “wanna help me?” you playfully rolled your eyes, turning back around and finish the sink—when you heard him shift closer, arms curling around your waist as he pressed himself against you.

you were trapped, but in a good way. he grinded himself up against you, moaning deeply before he looked at you again. “feel that? that could be inside of you..” and you were tempted.. right here. right now. on the floor or the counter.. whatever you want.

“don’t look away,” he says, voice low and dark, breath ghosting your lips. his fingers press deeper into your jaw, enough to make your thighs squeeze together instinctively. your heart pounds in your ears as he presses up against you, hard and throbbing, the thick shape of him grinding against your ass through the soft cotton of your shirt. he’s already so worked up, just from watching you stand there, doing nothing but being you. and you fucking love it.

he turned your body around, picking you up and carrying you to the couch. once he sat you down, he couldn’t help but free himself. cock slipping out on stiff. it was literally pointing at you. it seemed to get bigger every time you saw it. “awe~ it’s so red.. and angry.” you leaned in to kiss his tip.

“look at me,” he growls, voice rough and ragged, stroking himself a little before leaning down. eyes on the same level—“you know the rules, baby. you cum when i say. you break eye contact…” he leans in closer, lips barely brushing yours, smirking when you try to chase after the touch, “you don’t get to cum at all.” it’s a threat he’s made good on before, and the reminder has you clenching around nothing, dripping for him.

it’s always like this — it doesn’t matter what you’re doing. folding laundry, brushing your hair at your vanity, reaching for a cup on your tiptoes — heeseung watches you, hungers for you, and when he decides he’s had enough, he takes you. every time is different but just as reckless, just as heated, just as possessive. it’s part of the thrill, part of the reason you’re always just as needy for him.

you can barely breathe when he pushes your panties to the side and slides two fingers inside you without warning, slow and rough, dragging a broken sound from your throat. you nearly choke on a moan, fingers scrambling against the edge of the sink for something to hold onto. your thighs shake with the effort of staying upright, staying good for him, but you don’t look away. you wouldn’t dare.

“such a good little roommate,” heeseung mutters, his voice dropping into something even rougher, almost mocking, as he curls his fingers deep inside you, hitting that spot that makes your eyes roll back. but his grip on your chin is relentless, keeping your gaze pinned, making sure you see the way his lips curve into a cocky, proud smile. “mm, so desperate all the time,” he chuckles under his breath, drawing another choked whimper from you with a sharp flick of his wrist. “lucky for you… so am i.”

[bluiea]

in korea, people don't write their names in red since it is associated with death, so when enhypens new weverse theme wrote the members name in red, JAY changed his name to 'LUCKY MAN' to counter the bad omen

also him hitting us unlucky folks with the lucky lucky lucky beam

[tsukiflwr]

ᶻ 𝘇 𐰁 .ᐟ ENHA REACTING TO YOU SUDDENLY STUFFING YOUR FACE IN THEIR NECK

𝓅airing ∿ hyung line! enha x f!reader ᰔ 𝒽eadcanons ; fluff, established relationship 𝓌: skinship, kissing?, pet names 𐙚 𝓌c 934 ᝰ.ᐟ 𝓇oro's note. first enha hc hope you guys like it >.< hehe looking for moots #needthem ﹒ ꒰ 𝓁ibrary ꒱ + 𝓂aknae ver

LEE HEESEUNG

“tired princess?” Heeseung hummed quietly as he felt you nuzzle your nose against his neck. his finger’s paused on his controller as he tilted his head to look down at you, a fond look in his eyes. the two of you were sitting on his couch in his room, enjoying the quiet atmosphere of his dorm at night. you shook your head no, your words coming out muffled against his neck “uh-uh just missed you” your words brought a smile to his lips. 

“after this round we can get in bed” he promised as he placed a soft kiss on your head, wrapping his arm around your waist and holding you closer, his hands still holding his controller rested on your side as he skillfully played his game. you were practically sitting on his lap by now, your arm draped over the front of his chest, your fingers fidgeting with the collar of his shirt. you fluttered your eyes closed, letting your body melt in his warm embrace, mumbling out a tired “mmkay” 

rest of the hyung line members below >.< !!

PARK JAY 

“you okay baby?” jay asked you sweetly, pausing his strumming and relaxing back against your chest as you hugged him from behind, your face smushed against his neck. you took a deep breath in against his neck, smelling his cologne before answer quietly “mmm just wanted to be close to you” you were laying under jay’s blanket in his bed, watching his back and side profile as he sat on the edge of his bed, strumming his guitar. he was in arm’s length but that was too far for you, you missed the feeling of his body against yours. 

jay eternally awed at your words and sleepy tone, he wanted to be close to you too. jay pulled away from your touch making the corners of your lips curl into a sad pout as you sat back on your knees, watching as he got up from his bed and put away his guitar. but your pout is quickly changed into a smile and giggle when your boyfriend playfully tackled you back against the bed. 

your head falls back on the soft pillows while jay takes his place laying between your legs, this time he was the one to stuff his face in your neck breathing in your scent. your arms wrap around his shoulder to pull him closer, one of your hands tangling in his hair to play with it. jay hums happily at the feeling before whispering against your pulse point – the feeling of his warm breath sending chills down your spine as you closed your eyes “my precious girl” 

SIM JAKE 

“Oh?” jake flinched in surprise at the feeling of you suddenly pressing your body up against his side, he was so into the show playing on your bedroom tv to notice you moving closer to him. jake slips his arm around your waist to pull you flush against him, your arm draping across his chest to softly hold his nape while your leg draped over his midsection. 

you tried to keep your hands to yourself as the two of you watched the show, but the longer you looked at him the harder it got for you to hold back. he looked so good, his arm behind his head, his glasses resting so prettily against the slope of his nose, his pretty lips formed into a concentrated pout as he looked at the tv. 

jake moves his hand from under his head and swiftly pulls off his glasses and tosses them behind him onto your fluffy carpet, not caring at all if they broke. you were the only thing on his mind right now. you let out a surprised giggle when Jake turned his body towards you so he could lay on you, stuffing his face in your neck. and in turn you wrap your legs and arms around him to pull him closer to you if that was even possible. both of you hum happily at the change of position. “My little koala” he mused teasingly with a chuckle against your neck. 

PARK SUNGHOON 

“what are you doing you little minx?, hmm” sunghoon hummed with a teasing smirk at your sudden touch, his phone making an obnoxiously loud click when he turned it off before letting it fall by his side on the bed. He was scrolling mindlessly on his phone, both of you were ready for bed but just couldn't fall asleep. you roll your eyes at the ‘pet name’ your boyfriend called you and nuzzled your face against his warm neck, sassily replying “Is it a crime to wanna be close to my boyfriend” 

his eyes soften at your words and his smirk is replaced with a smile, he brought his hand up to softly caress your cheek with the tip of his fingers as he whispered “no i suppose it's not” you smiled tiredly at his soft touch, your legs tangled together under the soft sheets. you rest your hand on his chest while he slipped his hand under your shirt and held your waist, pulling you flush against him. you placed a feather light kiss against his neck before mumbling tiredly “love youuu” 

sunghoon felt his cheeks and ears warm up at your words, grateful that you couldn't see how flustered you made him by saying that, little did he know you could feel how his heart sped up. sunghoon cleared his throat and moved his hand from your waist to softly pat your head affectionately, kissing the top of your head and whispering sweetly “love you more” 

𝓇oro's note. maknae version should be up tomorrow! — I really hope you guys liked this hehe :3 this was my first time writing something like this and I had a lot of fun omg , I'm looking for some enha mooties mwah x ꒰ 𝓃av ꒱

likes, reblogs, comments and feedback are heavily encouraged !

[manariee]

HERE WITH ME

﹙キスして﹚───── jay can't take his hands off of you

박종성 & fem!reader wc: 357 💌 cw: explicit language, SUGGESTIVE, skinship, kissing

MANA: @jjennuine is first mwah

You weren't even sure how it started.

The second you stepped inside his apartment, the door clicked shut behind you - and then Jay’s hands were everywhere.

He doesn’t waste a second. His fingers slide into your hair as he walks you backward, mouth crashing into yours with a hunger he barely tries to hide. The taste of him — mint and something dangerously addictive — makes your head spin. You clutch his shirt, feeling the tight muscles underneath, his body so warm and toned.

Your back hit the wall with a soft thud, Jay’s hands finding your hips, pressing you there like you were the only thing anchoring him.

His lips moved against yours desperately, rougher this time, as your fingers knotted in his hair, tugging until he groaned deep in his throat.

"Fuck, baby," he rasped against your lips, breath hot, voice wrecked.

You barely caught your breath before he dipped his head to your neck, teeth grazing skin as he whispered your name like a curse, like a prayer. “God, you drive me crazy, Y/N.” The way he said it — voice raw, desperate.

Your chest heaves, heart racing as he captures your mouth again, slower this time, almost lazy, but no less intense. His hands are immediately on your waist, sliding under the fabric of your hoodie, fingertips dragging along your bare skin. Every touch leaves a trail of burning sensation.

When you gasp against his mouth, he chuckles — low and wicked — before deepening the kiss, tilting your head to the side with a firm hand. His body presses flush against yours, no space left between you, like he can't get close enough no matter how hard he tries.

And honestly? Neither can you.

You tug him closer, nails scraping lightly down his back, and you feel him shudder against you. He pulls away just enough to look at you, eyes heavy-lidded, lips swollen from your kisses.

"Bed or here?" he asks, voice wrecked, desperate but somehow still teasing.

The answer is obvious.

lovliezᡣ𐭩: @chrrific @saemisic @heeaara @ltfirecracker @woniefication @lezleeferguson-120 @fleurhoons @rikifever @chaeneu @jjennuine

[sojumimi]

BF TEXTS ; K.SN 김선우

pairing: bf!sunoox female!reader

synopsis: texts between you and boyfie sunoo

ꜱᴏᴊᴜᴍɪᴍɪ : my sunoo </3 I barely see any of his solo fics so here's one to add to the tag! I LOVE SUNOO SM

likes, comments and reblogs are always appreciated !

© all rights reserved sojumimi 2025 do not copy, steal or repost my work without permission.

[jiwuu]

𓈒 ㅤ୨୧^. .^ ㅤ𓈒 covering jungwon in lip stains

0.5k── fmr x yang jgw, est. relationship, pda

lazy days with jungwon were your favorite kind of days.

no alarms, no real plans. just the two of you tangled up in your little shared apartment, the love of your life walking around in sweatpants and messy hair, sunlight pooling through the windows.

perfect.

also perfect: your evil little secret. every time jungwon wasn’t looking, you were swiping on a new layer of your favorite lipstick. and every few minutes when he least expected it, you’d pepper his face with random kisses — a peck on the cheek when he reached for the remote, a smooch on the jaw when he passed by you to grab a snack, a quick kiss to his temple when he was hunched over his phone.

he laughed it off at first, just wiping the smudges away lazily with the sleeve of his hoodie.

when he eventually stood up, saying he needed to run to the store real quick, you grabbed his face, kissed all over his cheeks, his nose, the tip of his forehead — and sent him out the door like that, waving innocently as he slipped on his shoes.

twenty minutes later, he came stomping back into the apartment, plastic bags dangling from his fingers.

“baby.”

you looked up from the couch, blinking innocently. “hm?”

he set the bags down with a dramatic sigh. “why was everyone in the store looking at me weird?”

you tried to bite back your smile, but failed miserably. “look in the mirror wonnie.”

confused, he wandered into the hallway where the full-length mirror was — and you heard the gasp.

“YN!” his voice echoed through the apartment like a scandalized cat.

you burst out laughing, tears welling up in your eyes when he stormed back into the living room — his entire face covered in lipstick marks. cheekbones, jawline, forehead, even the corner of his mouth. little pink smudges everywhere like you were trying to show your love all across his skin.

“you sent me out like this?” he cried, pointing dramatically at his face.

you only giggled harder, laughing into the pillow.

he didn’t hesitate. in two seconds flat, he tackled you onto the couch, pinning you under him as you shrieked and kicked weakly, laughing so hard you could barely breathe.

“nope,” he said nuzzling his face into your neck despite the lipstick. “this is what you get.”

“jungwon you're getting lipstick on me!”

“i dont care. you’re my prisoner now.” he squished your cheeks between his hands, smearing even more lipstick across both your faces. “you’re sentenced to cuddles forever.”

“that’s not a punishment.”

his eyes softened instantly — melting into the boy you fell in love with, the boy who would let you mark up his whole face just because it made you laugh.

he kissed your nose, your cheeks, your forehead, trailing soft, slow kisses wherever he could reach.

“whatever,” he murmured against your skin, wrapping his arms tight around you. “i wasn’t planning on ever letting you go anyway.”

© jiwuu, all rights reserved.

letters from author ୨୧ should i write my fics in lowercase like this from now on idk why i kind of love it like this its so casual

[lynbels]

honeymoon with jake BUT he said he was too tired to do anything, until he saw you in lingerie and practically pounce on you 😛😛

honeymoon high - sjy (m)

pairing: jake x reader

synopsis: After a long wedding day, Jake swears he’s too tired for anything — until he sees you in lingerie and proves just how much energy he has left. ✉️ wc 1218 - ‼️tw: lingerie, pouncing, riding, slight dom!Jake, explicit smut, creampie, praise, honeymoon setting

💌: jst lemme take care of my mans

Your first night as newlyweds wasn’t exactly how you pictured it.

You’d spent the whole day traveling — endless flights, missed connections, heavy bags — and by the time you got to the hotel, both of you were exhausted. Jake dropped onto the bed with a heavy sigh, arms spread wide, hair a little messy from the humidity.

“You look gorgeous, baby,” he said, flashing you a lazy smile. “But I’m so dead. Can we just… cuddle tonight?”

You swallowed the disappointment, forcing a little laugh. “Of course. It’s been a long day.”

Jake didn’t notice the way your smile faltered. He just tugged you down onto the bed with him, tucking you into his chest, already half-asleep.

You lay there for a while, listening to the slow, steady beat of his heart. It wasn’t that you were upset — you understood. Still, you’d been excited about tonight. About showing him the new lingerie you bought, the one you’d been too shy to wear until now.

Quietly, you slipped out of bed and into the bathroom. If nothing else, you thought, maybe you could feel a little pretty for yourself.

The lingerie was delicate — soft white lace that hugged every curve, almost innocent if it weren’t so sheer. You caught your reflection in the mirror, cheeks flushing. This had been for Jake. You wanted him to see you like this.

You hesitated by the door, hand hovering over the knob.

Maybe you were being silly. Maybe he really was too tired—

The door creaked open.

Jake’s voice, thick and groggy, floated over. “Babe? You okay?”

You stepped out.

He blinked up at you — once, twice — and then his whole body jolted upright, all sleepiness gone in an instant.

“Holy shit.”

He stared, mouth parted slightly, like he couldn’t believe what he was seeing. You shifted under his gaze, suddenly shy.

“I, uh… I just wanted to try it on,” you mumbled, hugging your arms around yourself.

Jake was off the bed in a second.

“You wore that for me?” His voice was low, a little awed.

You nodded, cheeks burning.

He reached for you slowly, like he was afraid you might disappear. His hands found your hips, fingers pressing lightly into your skin. “You’re unreal,” he whispered, almost to himself.

And then he kissed you — deep and needy, like he’d been starving and didn’t realize it until just now.

You gasped into his mouth, clutching at his shoulders as he backed you toward the bed. His hands roamed your body reverently, tracing the curves and lines of you like he was committing them to memory.

“You’re so perfect,” he muttered between kisses, voice shaking with how much he meant it.

You let out a little whimper when his mouth found the swell of your breast, nipping gently through the lace. His hands framed your waist, holding you still as he peppered kisses down your torso, pausing to suck at the sensitive skin just below your ribs.

“Jake,” you breathed, fisting your hands in his hair.

“You got me all worked up now,” he said with a breathless laugh, pulling back just enough to meet your eyes. His cheeks were pink, pupils blown wide.

He tugged the lingerie aside carefully, like unwrapping a gift, groaning when he finally saw you fully. “Fuck, baby. Look what you do to me.”

You tugged at his shirt until he peeled it off, baring the lean lines of his body. You barely had time to admire him before he had you on your back, crawling over you with a grin that was all boyish mischief and unfiltered hunger.

“I thought I was too tired,” he murmured against your throat. “Guess you changed my mind.”Jake’s hands trembled slightly as he dragged you onto his lap, sitting back against the pillows, his legs spread wide and welcoming.

“You’re…you’re gonna kill me, baby,” he mumbled, voice low and wrecked as you straddled him, the delicate lace of your lingerie brushing against his bare chest.

You smiled, heart hammering. “You said you were too tired, remember?”

Jake groaned, tipping his head back. “Not anymore.”

You kissed him — slow and teasing — grinding your hips just a little against the bulge straining in his boxers. Jake cursed under his breath, hands finding your thighs, squeezing them like he was grounding himself.

“Take these off,” you whispered, tugging at the waistband of his boxers.

He helped you, lifting his hips so you could drag them down his legs. His cock slapped up against his stomach, thick and flushed and already leaking.

You swallowed hard, heat pooling low in your belly.

Jake laughed breathlessly when he saw your face. “You’re staring, baby.”

“Can you blame me?”

You lined him up, heart racing, and sank down slowly — inch by inch — until you were seated fully on him. Jake’s mouth dropped open in a silent moan, his fingers digging into your hips.

“Fucking hell,” he breathed. “You’re so tight… so good for me.”

You rocked your hips experimentally, moaning softly at the stretch. Jake just lay there for a second, eyes wide, watching you move on top of him like it was the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen.

“You’re so pretty,” he whispered hoarsely, tracing the lace still clinging to your body with one hand while the other guided your hips.

You set a slow rhythm, grinding down onto him, rolling your hips in lazy circles that had both of you gasping.

Jake’s head fell back against the pillows, his chest rising and falling rapidly. “Baby, you feel unreal,” he panted. “You’re driving me crazy.”

You leaned down to kiss his jaw, nibbling lightly, smiling when he whimpered underneath you.

“Jake,” you whispered into his skin, “you’re so good. Always so good to me.”

That seemed to break something in him.

Suddenly his hands tightened around your waist, helping you bounce faster, fucking himself up into you with desperate little thrusts. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room, mixed with your broken moans and Jake’s soft, breathy curses.

“You’re perfect,” he rasped, thrusting up harder. “Taking me so well. My gorgeous wife.”

You cried out, clinging to his shoulders as the pleasure built higher and higher, your thighs trembling from the effort.

Jake saw it — of course he did — and immediately shifted, flipping you both over in one smooth, strong motion so you were beneath him, legs spread wide, caged in by his body.

“Let me help, pretty girl,” he said, voice thick with need.

He thrust back in deep, setting a relentless pace, kissing you hungrily between thrusts, groaning when you clenched around him.

It didn’t take long after that.

You came first, back arching off the bed, your nails dragging down Jake’s back as you sobbed his name. Jake followed moments later, burying himself deep inside you with a broken moan, spilling warmth into you, forehead resting against yours.

You lay there tangled together, sweaty and spent, breathing hard.

Jake chuckled quietly after a minute, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “Guess I wasn’t that tired after all.”

You laughed weakly, still floating from the aftershocks. “No… definitely not.”

He pulled you closer, his hand gently running up and down your spine.

“Best honeymoon ever,” he whispered, and you smiled into his chest, feeling happier than you ever thought possible.

[cutehoons02]

You are my most beautiful destiny

*pairing: frat Gryffindor boy Jake x gryffondor Girl

*trope: brother's best friend

*synopsis: Being Heeseung’s sister at Hogwarts has always meant only one thing: to be untouchable. No one dares to approach, no one dares to try… No one but Jake Sim, his best friend, also Gryffindor. After a summer in which everything seems changed - longer looks, more mischievous smiles - between you and Jake explodes a forbidden tension difficult to ignore. In the silence of the Common Room, between shared tasks and childish quarrels, there are stolen kisses, forbidden caresses and secret nights. Jake knows that breaking Heeseung’s trust is a mistake.You know you’re playing with fire but when the desire is so strong that it takes your breath away, how do you stop?

*tags: A lot of fun, they love to tease each other in every way,Hee's discovery of your secret in the final, both Jake and the protagonist are perverted, Jake is really down bad for her, green flag, secret, fake innocent girl, needy Jake, needy girl, lots of kisses, fingering, male masturbation, big dick, virgin reader, unprotected sex (don’t horny ppl) -room necessities- pet names (baby,plague) (jakey) +18

12.1k (✨)

(English is not my native language)

The summer had flown by like a poorly cast spell. You had spent months in Muggle London, far from the corridors of Hogwarts, trying to forget—or maybe drown— that foolish, impossible crush that had tightened your stomach every time Jake Sim walked past you. Jake: Your brother Heeseung’s best friend, the guy you should never have looked at in that way, and yet, that summer, the irreparable had happened. When he had come to visit Heeseung in London, on one of those lazy, sun-filled afternoons, something happened that you had wanted since you were a little girl: a kiss. It's not one of those accidental or stolen kisses. No. Jake had looked at you as if he were seeing you for the first time—not just “Hee’s little sister”—and pressed his lips to yours with a hunger you had always dreamed of and feared at the same time. It had been rough, sweet, desperate, and now… you were crossing the doors of the Great Hall at Hogwarts, your heart feeling like it was about to explode, your new uniform fitting snugly around your hips that summer had made more mature, and the unbearable weight of your secret pressing down on your shoulders. You felt different, and he was making you think it even more. His eyes found you immediately through the crowd, and when Jake saw you, he thought: Shit. She’s changed.

Your skirt was a little shorter, your legs were longer, and your hair fell on your shoulders like a damned walking temptation. Jake forced himself to breathe as he watched you walk through the Great Hall, your cheeks flushed from the fresh air of the first day, that clumsy confidence making you irresistible. You were no longer the little girl clinging to Heeseung’s arm, and you weren’t just his best friend’s sister anymore. You were the girl he had kissed that damned night in London, against the wall of your room, the taste of your skin still burning on his tongue. The girl who made him want to say to hell with every rule, every friendship, every shred of common sense. Jake looked at you like a predator too hungry to pretend to be harmless, cursing himself when his eyes slid down your body, unable to stop.

“Don’t think about how much you miss kissing her.”

“Don’t think about how much you miss feeling her tremble beneath your hands.” And then, when you locked eyes with him and smiled, he knew. He was screwed.

The Magical Astrophysics classroom exuded pure terror mixed with disgust. Just hearing about astral formulas, magical gravitational calculations, and planetary rotations made you want to throw yourself off the Astronomy Tower. You hated math, you hated physics, and you would have hated that class… if it weren't for him. Jake Sim. No longer just a Hogwarts student, no longer just your brother's best friend. Jake was now the assistant to the professor of Astrophysics, standing at the desk in his gray and red sweater that clung to his broad chest, jeans that followed the lines of his muscular thighs, and those messy hair that seemed like they'd been styled by a storm. He was twenty-two and still had that princely face with a hint of… dangerously perverted boy vibes. The Flynn Rider of Hogwarts, as you and your best friend had nicknamed him—only with less gallantry and more nimble hands. You found yourself in the second row, your legs elegantly crossed, the skirt—okay, maybe a bit too short—following the latest fashion, your chin resting on your hands as you watched him. Every movement he made, like erasing the blackboard, or leaning forward, stretching the fabric of his jeans over his quads. Damn. T/L, sitting next to you—your best friend and your big brother's girlfriend—elbowed you firmly in the side. 'Stop looking at him like you're reading the list of things you want him to do to you,' she whispered, amused. You pouted at her, squeezing her arm. "If I weren't Hee's sister… he'd already be mine," you muttered under your breath. She chuckled and made a shushing gesture over her lips. 'You're forgetting to close your mouth, darling. Keep this up, and you'll drool on the desk.' With a grimace, you gave her a light slap on the shoulder, and you both burst into laughter, trying to muffle the sound with your palms. Until you heard the sharp clapping of the professor’s hands, and the room fell into silence. --Alright, alright!-- the professor boomed, turning his gaze on Jake with evident approval. --This subject is crucial—it makes up thirty-five percent of your final diploma grade! And I want you all to know how possible it is to excel: Jake Sim, how did you do on the final test- Jake, with his usual slightly cocky grin, answered without hesitation: "A hundred out of a hundred, professor." The room murmured. Some applauded. You? You bit the inside of your cheek to keep from clapping too loudly or… jumping on him. "For this, guys, he'll be my official assistant and your role model throughout the academic year," the professor concluded proudly.

T/L leaned toward you, whispering in your ear: 'Don't tell me you chose Magical Astrophysics just because he was in it…' You shrugged innocently. She looked at you, exasperated. 'You're the worst. Heeseung would skin you alive if he found out even about a flirt, you know that? This isn't going to end well…' You looked at her with a smile that said everything and nothing, and meanwhile, while the professor explained, your eyes darted back to Jake. Jake, who for a moment had stopped listening to the professor. Jake, who was looking at you with that mix of amusement and… damn hunger.

It had been just a week since the start of classes, and already you felt like you were drowning under a mountain of homework. The Magical Astrophysics professor seemed to enjoy torturing you, assigning interactive models of planets and magical constellations to be completed within a few days. There you were, curled up in a dimly lit corner of the library, near the Astral Tower, with a pout on your face. Even with the perfect formulas and a little magic, you still couldn't locate a damn constellation on your enchanted 3D notebook. It was as if the stars were having fun mocking you. You sighed, casting a glance at the empty table beside you. You were supposed to be working with T/L, your best friend from Ravenclaw, but she had decided to go on a romantic date with your brother. "Romantic," you thought sarcastically, "they’re probably fucking like rabbits!" Surely, they were doing anything but having candlelit dinners in the alleys of Hogsmeade... Your thighs instinctively pressed together, a familiar heat rising from your core. You, too, would have liked to... experience those things. To feel what it meant to have someone so close. So deep inside. It was in that exact moment that a voice you knew all too well—one you had dreamed of, imagined, and desired in your most forbidden thoughts—broke the heavy air of the library: "Are they fucking like rabbits?"

You spun around quickly, your heart threatening to explode out of your chest. In front of you, dressed in black jeans and a soft sweater that caressed his sculpted chest, stood Jake Sim. The perfect incarnation of a prince charming... disguised as a damn temptation, and you jumped up from your chair, shouting:

"You can't use magic to listen to other people's thoughts!" you snapped, maybe a little too loudly. A few students shot you glares, and you blushed down to the roots of your hair, while Jake chuckled softly, with that raspy laugh that seemed like a spell meant to make your knees tremble. He came closer, lowering himself to your level and with a calloused finger, he lightly brushed your lips, silencing you gently.

"Shh... Don't shout, sweetheart. We’re in a library," he whispered, his voice so low and warm it made your skin tingle. You immediately lowered your gaze, feeling suddenly small under his presence. Jake sat down across from you without asking, taking your 3D notebook and pretending to study it with false concentration. Then, with a crooked smile, he looked up and asked

"So… who’s fucking like a rabbit, huh?" You shook your head furiously, your eyes wide and innocent. You didn’t want to give him the satisfaction. Jake chuckled, resting his elbow on the table and his cheek on his hand, looking at you like he was staring at something incredibly funny and incredibly desirable at the same time. "I never thought Heeseung’s sweet little sister knew… such expressions." You clenched your fists on the table, lifting your gaze defiantly. That golden retriever laugh was dangerous. It made you want to jump on him. "I’m not as innocent as you think, Jake." For a moment, his smile faltered just slightly—a second, but enough to make something dark flicker in his eyes; a flash of raw, pure desire. Jake leaned in a little closer to you, his voice lowering to an almost sinful whisper: "Oh, really?"

"Yes," you answered sharply, without hesitation. Jake chuckled, that low, raspy laugh of his that made every nerve in your body vibrate, and pressed on, tilting his head to the side: "So, who’s fucking like rabbits in heat?" You blushed furiously, lowering your gaze to the notebook. With a barely audible voice, you mumbled: "T/L and Heeseung…" When you looked up, you noticed Jake’s eyebrows raise in a surprised and mischievous expression at the same time. He stretched slowly, carelessly, and his sweater lifted just enough to give you a forbidden view: sculpted abs, golden skin, the perfect V-line disappearing into his dark jeans… and those fine hairs that seemed to point the way to a place you’d only dared to imagine. You swallowed hard. Jake noticed immediately. With a cheeky grin, he threw at you: "Try not to drool too much, little one." You rolled your eyes, huffing, though inside, your heart was pounding like a drum. You went back to writing formulas, desperately trying to focus while he, with patient movements that were always a little too close to your personal space, corrected you, drawing light lines with his finger on the star maps. When you told him, with a shy smile, that he’d be an excellent professor, Jake gave you a look that made you want to melt into your chair. "You’re better than you think, sweetheart," he praised, and your stomach twisted. The sun slowly dipped behind the spires of Hogwarts, and small stars began to sparkle in the high windows of the library. Jake pointed to one of the constellations in the real sky and compared it to the one you had written, his proud smile when you finally managed to spot it. "Thanks… really," you murmured. "Always for you," he replied, in a voice so full of meaning it sent shivers down your spine.

As you walked back to the Common Room, Jake walked ahead of you, hands stuffed in his jeans pockets. He was relaxed, but now and then, he threw furtive glances over his shoulder. Suddenly, he stopped abruptly. Lost in your thoughts about how unfair it was that he was so perfect, you bumped into him, planting your forehead against his broad, muscular shoulder. You lifted your face, ready to complain… but found yourself trapped by his eyes, so close to yours that a single breath would have brought you together. Jake smiled softly. Then, without saying a word, he grabbed your hand and quickly looked around: the corridor was empty. With a swift spell, whispered against your skin, he made the Invisibility Cloak appear: a soft glow enveloped you, hiding you from prying eyes. With a quick spell, whispered against your skin, the Invisibility Cloak appeared: a soft glow enveloped you both, hiding you from prying eyes. He gently pushed you against the wall, your body pressed against the cold stone, his warmth immediately surrounding you. He leaned in, his face just a breath away from yours, and asked, his voice rough with an almost animalistic tension: "What did you mean… that you're not so innocent anymore, huh?" Your heart pounded in your chest, but you lifted your chin proudly. "I’m twenty, Jake. I’m not a child anymore. I know what happens between couples…" Jake's eyes darkened. He inhaled deeply while you, with a voice that barely trembled, continued: "I know about the different sexual positions. The verbal… erotic games… that can be done with magic. The foreplay… with hands… and magical toys." For a long, endless second, Jake remained still, staring at you as though you were saying the most shocking — and at the same time, most exciting — thing he’d ever heard. Then, he slowly ran a hand through his hair, messing it up even more, a gesture that revealed how hard he was fighting to maintain control. He warned you, his voice low and raspy: "If Heeseung knew even half of what you just said… he’d lock you away in a magical cloistered church. And throw away the key." You burst into laughter, the sound clear and genuine, warming even the air around you. "I guess you think T/L and I never talk about what happens… between her and Hee during sex? We're girls, it’s normal we confide these things…" You raised an eyebrow, innocent only in appearance.

Jake groaned softly, exasperated yet amused at the same time, and leaned in closer, pressing his face against your neck. He inhaled deeply, savoring your scent, before whispering against your warm skin: "You’re becoming a little troublemaker…" Then, with a sweetness almost cruel, he slowly degraded you: "So good at playing with fire… and still don’t know how badly you could burn yourself, little one." His lips barely brushed the sensitive spot on your neck, sending a wave of heat through you, making your knees tremble slightly. You stayed there, frozen against the cold wall, his face so close to yours that you could count every dark lash framing his deep eyes. With a barely audible voice, you whispered to him: "Have you ever thought… about what happened in London this summer?" Jake tensed up slightly. For what felt like an eternity, he said nothing — just his warm breath against your skin, and then he exploded into one of those low, deep laughs that made your soul vibrate. He moved just enough to look you in the eyes and asked, with a mischievous little smile: "And you, princess… have you thought about me?" You blinked, surprised, and responded sharply, "You don't answer a question… with another question." Jake laughed again, this time with a proud air, and tilted his head with that typical Gryffindor swagger: "Only a true Gryffindor would have the guts to throw that back at me. You're really stubborn, huh, little one?" He ran a hand through his hair in that nervous, fascinating gesture you had known since you were a child — a tic he'd always had, whenever he was agitated or about to say something important. His eyes, now dark as night, fixed on yours as he lowered his voice to make you tremble: "I thought about you every day, pest. Every single, damn day." Your breath caught. Jake moved even closer, his hips nearly pressing against yours against the wall, his hand gently brushing your cheek. "I would have kissed you nonstop. I would have wanted you in my room… or in yours… studying, watching those stupid Muggle movies… and then touching you, damn it, touching you without stopping. 24 hours a day. Because I…" He paused, squinting as if holding back the urgency, "…I need physical contact like I need air." His fingers lightly traced the outline of your jaw, his voice getting dirtier, rougher. "I would have wanted to make you feel good with my tongue… worship every inch of your body… and fuck you on any free surface at Hogwarts."

You instinctively clenched your thighs, the heat between them becoming almost unbearable. Jake immediately noticed the movement, and his eyes flashed with desire. He smiled in a sweet, dirty way, degrading you with a low tone, like a whispered promise:

"Look at how you're squeezing your legs for me, little one... You don't know how much it drives me crazy." His calloused fingers brushed your cheek again, tracing small, slow, almost hypnotic circles. He asked, his voice trembling,

"And you? Have you thought about me, little temptress?" You pouted slightly, biting your lower lip before murmuring,

"Yes... I've thought about you every night. But..." You bit your lip even harder. "I was scared... Scared of what Heeseung would think."

Jake growled softly, his jaw tightening.

"I knew we'd get ourselves into serious trouble," he said, his voice filled with frustration and restrained desire. You smiled, tilting your head slightly and responding in a bold whisper,

"If you're my trouble... then you'll be my favorite trouble." Jake froze for half a second. Then, with an explosion of emotion too strong to contain, he praised you in a hoarse voice: "Shit... you're perfect." And without giving you even a moment to breathe, he smashed his lips against yours.

The kiss wasn’t sweet; it was urgent, desperate. His hands grabbed your hips, pulling you against him as if he wanted to melt into you. Your back hit the wall, but you didn’t even notice: all you felt was Jake’s mouth claiming yours, his tongue searching for yours with a wild hunger, his fingers caressing you everywhere they could reach. Jake’s hands tightened firmly around your hips as your lips continued to search for each other with increasing desperation. His body was warm against yours, his breath growing more ragged. In a surge of boldness, you sank your fingers into his soft hair and tugged lightly. Jake moaned against your mouth — a low, visceral sound — and without meaning to, he thrust his pelvis forward, rubbing his hard erection against your center, already throbbing desperately under the thin fabric of your skirt. A moan escaped your lips. You stayed still, panting, and with lips barely parted, whispered to him: “Merlin… you’re so hard…�� Jake chuckled against your skin, the sound rough and dirty: “Your fault, pest.” His voice was hoarse, laced with desire. “If you weren’t so fucking sexy every time you sit in class with that damn mini skirt of yours…” His big hands slid slowly, boldly, under the fabric of your skirt, creeping up your trembling thighs. He moved closer to your ear, nibbling on your lobe before whispering to you: “…and then you complain when I look at you like I want to eat you alive.” His fingers slid higher, grazing the inside of your thigh with slow, deliberate movements meant to drive you crazy. His lips descended on your neck, kissing and teasing your skin until he found a sensitive spot. When he started sucking on it softly, almost marking you, you confessed in a breathy voice: “It was my intention… to have you looking at me.” Jake stopped for a second, his fiery eyes locked on yours. He degraded you gently, his tone hard and provocative: “Damn pest… you know exactly what you’re doing, don’t you?” He bit your neck lightly, and you moaned his name, unable to hold back: “J-Jake…” His breath hit you, hot against your skin. “Shit… you’re driving me crazy, little one.” His hands were now under your skirt, his fingers dangerously close to your wet center. The thin fabric of your underwear was the only barrier between you and him, and the way he caressed you made you tremble all over.

Then — footsteps. The sound of footsteps in the hallway. Instinctively, you tried to pull away, but Jake pressed you harder against the wall, one broad hand covering your mouth while the other held you still against his hard body. “Shhh, love… not a sound,” he whispered against your skin. He continued kissing your neck, sucking your skin, while your body slowly twisted against him. Every moan you tried to let out was muffled by his palm, making the situation even more forbidden, even more exciting. When the footsteps faded and the silence returned, Jake slowly removed his hand from your mouth. Your lips were red, your breath broken. Jake looked at you and chuckled softly, satisfied with how he’d reduced you: “Merlin, you’re perfect. You’re made to be touched, adored… and spoiled by me.” He lowered himself to give you another dirty, sweet kiss on the lips, then reluctantly pulled away, his forehead resting against yours. “We should… go to dinner before someone notices we’re using the invisibility cloak in completely inappropriate ways!" He smiled mischievously, biting your lip lightly, then took your hand, intertwining his fingers with yours: “It’s not over, pest. Tonight, in the Room of Requirement… after dinner.” And you nodded.

At dinner at the long Gryffindor table, you were sitting next to Heeseung, and in front of you was Jake, who sometimes stared at you but at the same time did everything he could to avoid being caught by Heeseung, while they talked about Quidditch and their university courses. You were savoring the last bite of your pear and chocolate cake when Heeseung turned to you with his usual nosy older-brother smile. 'By the way, sis… a certain Jareth Moon — a first-year Ravenclaw on the Quidditch team — asked me for permission to ask you out.' Your fork froze mid-air. You turned to look at him, frowning. "Permission?! Hee, are we in the 1800s or something?" Heeseung laughed, shaking his head. Jake, across the table, had stiffened imperceptibly, his eyes fixed on his glass. 'Don’t get mad, it’s just out of respect. He’s the first guy who came to me instead of sneaking around. It impressed me, and… I said yes.' That was when Jake nearly choked on his pumpkin juice, coughing and banging a hand on the table. Between coughs, he muttered with a tight smile: "Well… for a Ravenclaw, he must be pretty desperate to ask for the brother's permission." The jab was dry, almost venomous.

Heeseung shot him a sharp look, but then shrugged, defending the guy: 'He’s just a polite guy, Jake. Not everyone’s a damn fool with their brains fried from Quidditch, you know?' You tried to ignore them, irritated. Chewing loudly, you snapped "I don’t like him anyway." Heeseung grimaced 'For once I give you the green light… and you refuse? Seriously?' You clenched your fists against the tablecloth, your face flushed with frustration. You suddenly stood up, moving your plate and startling Jake, who looked at you with those dark eyes, filled with something far more dangerous than simple disapproval. "It’s not him I want," you declared loudly, enough to silence the nearby boys. With your heart pounding in your chest, you quickly turned and walked across the Great Hall.

Before you left, you shot a quick glance at Jake — and he was watching you, intense, his fist clenched as if he wanted to crush something. Jake made a move to touch his hair — his nervous tic — but he stopped, aware that Heeseung would catch him immediately. So he took your plate, absentmindedly finishing the last piece of cake you’d left. Heeseung watched him with a half-smile, amused.

'So... who do you think really wants my sister?'

Jake shrugged, staring at his plate without answering right away. Then, with a cynical chuckle, he said

"I don’t even want to imagine it. With that stubbornness, being her boyfriend must be a fucking nightmare."

Heeseung laughed loudly, thinking Jake was joking. He didn’t catch the bittersweet shadow that passed through his friend’s eyes.

Jake threw one last glance at the door you had disappeared through and stood up calmly, shaking off his robes:

"I have to go. I’ve got assignments to grade... including your pest of a sister’s."

Heeseung laughed again, 'Don’t be too hard on her, come on. She’s good, even if she pretends not to be.'

Jake flashed a crooked smile, hiding the urgency burning beneath his skin. As soon as he stepped out of the Great Hall, he saw, from the corner of his eye, Heeseung reach his girlfriend at the Ravenclaw table. He sighed softly, shoving his hands in his pockets.

"Thank God," he muttered to himself. "At least for tonight... no one will bother us." The Room of Requirement was already calling to him from the basement. And deep down, he knew very well that he wouldn’t be able to resist much longer — neither you nor the desperate pull of your body, which longed for only him.

Jake entered the Room of Requirement and immediately saw you. You were sitting on a wide sofa, next to a large lit fireplace casting flickering shadows on the golden walls. In your hands, you held a magical phone, scrolling through Muggle videos — probably romantic comedies, your guilty pleasure. As soon as you felt his electric energy vibrating in the air, you looked up. His eyes caught you immediately, dark and full of restrained desire. Jake sat next to you, spreading his legs in that cheeky, relaxed, and damn sexy way of his. He watched you for a moment, before chuckling with his low, hoarse voice. "Should I ask your big brother for permission too to have a date with you, princess?" You rolled your eyes, pretending to be annoyed, though your heart was pounding in your chest: "I hate it when he does that, Jake… I’m not a kid anymore." Jake immediately warned you in a low, authoritative tone, while his hand gently stroked your thigh. "You should never say — or even think — such awful things about your brother. He cares about you, even if he treats you like a little girl." You lowered your gaze, nibbling on your lip, and nodded softly. Jake motioned with his hand: "Come here." You timidly approached his legs, but it wasn’t enough. Jake grabbed you by the hips firmly and placed you straddling him, making you blush to your ears. One of his hands slid under your skirt, brushing the bare skin of your thighs with slow and confident fingers, while the other went under your warm sweater. He inhaled your scent — a sweet mix of chocolate and caramel — and closed his eyes for a moment, almost enchanted. You pressed yourself against him, clinging to his shoulders. Jake lowered his head and started kissing your neck, running his tongue over it, gently nibbling on your skin. Between kisses, he whispered: "That Ravenclaw… do you know him?" You shook your head slightly, your voice trembling: "No… never seen him before." Jake smiled against your skin, satisfied, and replied: "Good." You took his chin between your fingers, forcing him to look into your eyes. "Are you jealous, Jake?"

He stared at you intensely, gripping your ass tightly, making you gasp. With a hoarse, almost threatening voice, he answered: "I don’t even want to imagine seeing you with someone else. If it’s not me… there shouldn’t be anyone else." It came naturally to you to run your hands through his messy brown hair, ruffling it. "You’re so cute when you’re jealous…" Jake immediately warned you, sweetly degrading you: "Pest, don’t tease me like that… or you’ll end up crying under me." Then he gave your ass a small slap, making the fabric of your skirt snap against your skin, and a moan escaped your lips, making you feel all hot. Jake laughed softly, a rough sound that made you vibrate inside: "Tell me, what do you plan to do with your future boyfriend… who, by the way, will only be me. Got it, pest?" Still a little out of breath, you responded with a provocative smile: "You’re too possessive, Jake." He praised you, nibbling your neck, while his hand under the sweater caressed your bare back: "Because… you’re all mine. Only mine." Then, with a hot whisper in your ear, he asked: "And now… I want to know: what dirty thoughts have you had about me?" You blushed, shaking your head with a small, awkward smile. Jake reminded you, biting your ear: "Don’t play shy, pest… you already confessed them to me before… now I want the details." You closed your eyes and, trembling, began to think of all those fantasies that you had repressed for months, with your face on fire and your heart pounding in your chest, you approached his ear, feeling the warm and spicy scent of his skin. You whispered softly, your voice trembling "…I touched myself all summer thinking of you… I wanted to feel your mouth against my nipples… I wanted to beg your name as I came to your face … your fingers… I wanted to feel you inside me, so crazy. And I wanted to do it in places where they could also discover us… I also thought about the erotic games that older girls talked about… the ones they did to their boyfriends…" He stood still for a second as if your breath had ignited his blood. Then, slowly, like a predator savoring its prey, you lifted up its sweater, revealing its sculpted abdomen. You began to kiss him shyly, from the collarbones, passing with the tip of the tongue along the perfect line of his abs. Your little hands trembled against his warm skin, as he closed his eyes, barely holding back control. With a hoarse voice, deep and sharp, he gently degraded you: "Little plague… you have no idea what you're doing to me. You're playing with fire… and I'm not going to turn it off." he inhaled hard, clenching his jaw: "I want to adore you, make you cry from pleasure… I want to hear you implore me to fuck you, princess. But not today. Today I will teach you to collapse under my touch." You nodded trembling, not being able to look away from his black eyes, so full of desire. In a broken voice you asked him «…C - what should I do…?" he just smiled, that dirty smile that made your knees shake: "Stand up slightly, love." You obeyed, arching your pelvis. With a quick whispered spell, he slid your skirt down to your ankles. Your sweatshirt also faded like snow in the sun, leaving you alone in a red lingerie outfit that looked sewn to your skin.

"Fucking little temptress… Red panties and a matching bra? You planned to make me lose my mind, didn't you, plague?" He made you lie slowly on the couch and climbed on top of you, his weight against your half-naked body. He slid his hard cock over your most sensitive part, snatching at you a sweet moan, so spontaneous that he growled softly. He rubbed softly, feeling the heat between you, while his hands held you still, as if you were about to escape from too great a pleasure. Slowly he began to cover your thighs with small kisses, to climb up, to make you tremble. She reached the edge of the red panties and stopped, looking into your eyes: "You're sure, little plague…?» You stammered, blushing furiously " I want you… just you… Please…" With a carnivorous smile, he slid his panties off, throwing them somewhere behind him. He bent down to look at you, to take you all with his gaze and gently degraded you: "Look how you are already all lucid to me… Dirty little plague…" You bit your lip as his fingers grazed your hot center, making you moan. You asked him with a little voice: "Jake.. want… I want to feel good… Please…" He smiled against your skin: "Oh, my love… I'll make you feel so good that you'll never want to break away from me again." he ran a finger against your swollen, throbbing clitoris, pinching it slightly. A desperate groan eluded you, as you moaned his nickname: "Jakey.." He smiled proudly, and continued to tease you with slow, deep touches, making you lose all thought, all control, all rationality…he slowly slid his tongue against your clit, savoring you for the first time. Your body arched its hips in a snap, as if lightning had passed through you all, and without even thinking about it you pulled his hair with force, babbling in groans: "J-J.. It's too much… too good… Please… don't stop…" He giggled at you, the heat of his breath making you tremble even more. He degraded you with a hoarse voice and kneaded with desire: "My plague… are you already lost under my tongue, huh? Wait till you feel my cock inside you… I'll break you in two, just because you're mine." As his words made you all tremble, you felt the promise of a deeper touch: he whispered to you, " Now I'll slide a finger inside this fucking wet cunt, baby. Prepare." you nodded frantically, unable to say anything else, and when his finger entered you slowly, you screamed with pleasure, your head throwing back on the couch: "A-ahhh… J-Jakey!" he swore, as he felt how tight you was, so damn tight he had to restrain himself: "Fuck… you're perfect…tight just for me…tight for the only guy who will have you. Tight for what will break you while he fucks you, my baby." His tongue moved back to your clitoris with small slow movements, making eights while his finger gently prepared you. You moaned, stammered broken words while still pulling his hair, unable to control the pleasure that invaded you "you-you are… so good… so good… I want you… I want you… ak.." Without warning you, he slid a second finger into you. Your body stiffened and you moaned in despair.

"T-too much… It's too much…" he laughed softly against your skin, enjoying your every reaction: "I'm just preparing you, little plague. You don't even know how little I'll hold out before I want to fuck you on every surface of Hogwarts…" He kept working you slow, feeling your muscles tighten around his fingers. You moaned, you called him, you abandoned yourself to him without shame. "J.. jake.. I want to come… Please… I want to come for you…" he lifted his head and looked at you from above, his mouth shining at you, a dangerous smile on his lips "Do you want to come, my love? Then give me something in return. Tell me a dirty thought you made about me." you shook your head hard, all red, biting your lip. "N-no… I can't… it's embarrassing…" "Good girls only come if they give something in return. If you don't want to tell me… then you don't deserve to come, plague." And so, with a slow and cruel movement, he removed a finger from inside you. "N-no! No, please! Don't stop!" He looked at you satisfied, waiting. With tears in his eyes from need, you collapsed and stammered "During… during a game of Quidditch……I thought how nice it would be for me to get in the stands….with your uniform still on… and I with nothing under my skirt…..while everyone looked at you as the hero……and I knew you were scoring the real point with me…" he growled quietly, as if those words had taken away any remaining control. He pinched your clit with cruel and perfect precision. You screamed his name, your body exploding under his fingers, your hips moving uncontrollably against his hand, as you squirted against his mouth and fingers. He looked at you like you were the most beautiful thing he had ever seen. He leaned over you and kissed you sweetly, making you savor yourself on his tongue, as he whispered: "Very good girl, my little plague…You were perfect for me… and it's just the beginning." He held you in his strong arms, his heart still beating madly, as you felt that, with him, you would know heaven… and the sweetest hell.

It had been two months since you and Jake had decided to give being together a try and to be honest, those had been two of the best months of your life. In class, you were among the best: every time the professor gave you an excellent grade on a project, you knew there was a special "reward" waiting for you… Jake, who would secretly take your hand under the desks, would drag you down the darkest halls of Hogwarts and kiss you against the cold stone statues, smiling between kisses like a boy who had just won his most important trophy: you. There were nights when, with the invisibility cloak, you'd lie together on the banks of the Black Lake. You'd gaze at the constellations, and talk about your dreams, and he would hold you tight, whispering sweet things… or dirty ones, depending on his mood. During the parties, Jake became even more bold: when Heeseung was busy dancing with his girlfriend — your best friend — or hiding somewhere to do who knows what, Jake would approach you from behind. He'd whisper things in your ear that made your cheeks turn red and your heart race, things about how much he desired you and how he couldn’t wait to be alone with you. Between a hidden kiss, a stolen laugh, and study nights where you ended up kissing more than studying, you and Jake had become inseparable. Even though no one officially knew yet… especially Heeseung.

That afternoon, you were walking side by side with your usual group: Sunghoon and his girlfriend, your best friend (Hee's girlfriend), Ni-Ki, Sunoo, Jay, Jungwon, and of course, Jake. Jake was next to you, talking to Jay, but now and then, he would throw you quick glances and lightly brush his hand against yours, as if to remind you he was there. You all entered the sweet shop in Hogsmeade, immersed in the usual sugary scent of chocolate, caramel, and cotton candy. The line was long, but while you were focused on choosing which pastry to get, a boy approached. He was tall, much taller than Jake. Blond hair, almost shaved, and eyes as blue as the frozen sea. He introduced himself with a confident smile:

"Hey, how’s it going? I’m Jareth. I think you’ve heard of me… I’m on the Ravenclaw Quidditch team." You turned around, surprised, recognizing the name: Jareth, the one Heeseung had mentioned weeks before. You smiled politely and introduced yourself. Jareth was the complete opposite of Jake: where Jake was muscular but agile, Jareth was imposing and massive. Jake had those deep, warm hazel puppy-dog eyes, while Jareth’s looked sharp and cold. Casually, as you were picking a pastry, he asked: "I was wondering if you’d like to go out with me, maybe this weekend… You know, I got permission from your brother." You stopped, surprised, and then raised an eyebrow. "Oh… really? I feel like a medieval princess, locked in a tower… how sweet!" Your little jab didn’t go unnoticed. Behind you, Jay and Jake — who had heard everything — started laughing quietly, but Jake… Jake was nervously running a hand through his hair, his eyes bright with restrained jealousy. His lips were pressed tight, and Jay gave him a pat on the shoulder, whispering: -Don’t make a scene, bro… Breathe.- Jareth, oblivious to the tension, gave you another bold smile. "So, what do you say?" You tilted your head to the side, studying him for a few seconds, then smiled sweetly. "You were kind to ask for permission… but no, thanks. Right now, I’ve got other things on my mind. I just want to graduate with good grades, that’s all." Jareth nodded understandingly, not pressing further, and waved goodbye with a small, respectful gesture. Jake, sitting at a table not far away with Jay and the others, clenched his jaw tightly, so much so that Jay noticed and nudged him in the side to get him to relax. When you returned to the group with your bag of sweets, you sat right next to Jake.

He glanced at you sideways, his hands clenched on his knees as if he were holding himself back. Heeseung, sitting across from you, stared at you with furrowed brows and burst out: 'Why didn’t you say yes to him?' You rolled your eyes in exasperation. "Because I don’t like him, Hee! Do I need to repeat myself?" Jay, amused by the whole situation, chimed in with a mischievous laugh. -Then tell us, what’s your type? What kind of guy would you really like?- But before you could answer, Heeseung mumbled through gritted teeth: 'Definitely not you.' Jay immediately raised his hands in surrender, laughing. -Relax, big bro, my heart beats for someone else!- You giggled under your breath while biting into your chocolate pastry, finding the whole scene ridiculous but sweet at the same time. You chewed slowly, thoughtful, then looked at Jay — but also glanced at Jake out of the corner of your eye — and began to list dreamily: "I like guys who are a bit cheeky… not shy. They need a lot of affection… especially physical affection." Jake bit his lip, lowering his hoodie to hide a smile. "They need to be sweet but also a little… perverted," you continued, with an embarrassed grin. Jake almost choked on the hot chocolate he was drinking, while Jay laughed loudly. "And they need to know what they want," you added, crossing your arms. "Physically," you laughed a little, "I like guys with dark, long hair, a bit nerdy but not too much, with big brown eyes, and an athletic build…" Jake made a joke, throwing a jab that made Jay blush. "Basically… you want the whole package. 24/7 worship included?" You turned towards him, clutching the bag of sweets in your hands, and with a fake innocent smile said: "Exactly." Heeseung was staring at you in silence, with such a dark look that it seemed like he could zap someone at any moment. Finally, he snapped, crossing his arms over his chest. 'It was better when you were ten and running around the meadow chasing frogs, rather than hearing you talk about boys…' His girlfriend, laughing softly, gave him a light shove on the shoulder. 'Maybe that’s true for others, but for her, it’s different.' You clenched your jaw, irritated, and staring at him with eyes that were teary but firm, you replied: "One day, you’ll have to accept who my boyfriend is, Hee. Because I won’t stop wanting to love just to make you happy." At that point, Jake lowered his gaze, clenching his fists under the table, as if every word was a blow to his chest.

That afternoon, like every day, you were sitting in the study room, immersed in your Magical Astrophysics notes. The pen spun between your fingers as you tried to solve a complex problem about the trajectories of enchanted comets. The chair in front of you creaked slightly. An involuntary smile brushed your lips: at this hour, Jake always arrived, as punctual as a clock. But when you lifted your gaze, the smile slowly died on your lips. In front of you were blond hair and ice-blue eyes. Jareth. "Jareth…" you whispered, confused. He smiled at you affably, with that overly confident way about him. "Need a hand?" he asked, tilting his head. "No, thanks… I’m fine," you replied quickly, returning your focus to your notes. But he still approached, noticing a small mistake in your calculation. "Here," he said, touching your notebook with the tip of his finger, "you made a small error." You corrected it immediately, mumbling a barely perceptible thank you. Then, with casual ease, Jareth leaned toward you and whispered: "So… the answer is still no?" You looked at him, puzzled. "No?" you repeated. "I mean… to the date," he clarified, biting his lip with a mischievous look. You sighed. "Yes, the answer is still no." Jareth chuckled softly, not at all discouraged. "It’s just two hours… I won’t ruin your study plans. And if you want, we could catch up tonight in the common room… together," he added, brushing your arm with his hand. It was at that moment that a familiar, rough voice cut through the air like a blade. "Don’t you dare touch her." You whipped around. Jake was there, standing, fists clenched at his sides and a look so fierce it seemed like it could burn Jareth on the spot. Jareth snickered, throwing a challenging glance at Jake: "Relax, mate." Jake gritted his teeth and, in a low, dangerous voice, hissed, "I’m not friends with anyone." Then he moved closer, gently but firmly grabbing your wrist. "Grab your stuff," he ordered, leaving you no escape. With your heart in your throat, you quickly stuffed your books into your bag and followed him. Jake walked ahead of you, occasionally glancing back at you with quick looks, as if making sure you were still there. He kept running a nervous hand through his hair. You walked quickly down the deserted hallways of Hogwarts, and then he opened the door to the Room of Requirement.

As always, the room had understood exactly what you needed: a crackling fireplace, a large, soft sofa… and a canopy bed draped in velvet curtains. You placed your bag against the sofa, your heart pounding wildly. When you turned around, Jake was already behind you. In one swift motion, he gently but decisively pushed you against the wall. He stayed just a few centimeters away from you, his breath heavy, his eyes flashing with conflicting emotions. "Why did you smile at him?" he whispered, his voice rough. You looked at him, surprised, but didn’t even have time to respond before Jake took your face in his hands, as if afraid of breaking you, and his thumb traced the line of your cheek. "I don’t want… I can’t see you with anyone else," he said, his forehead resting against yours. "I’m not good, I’m not perfect… but I want you all to myself." You felt his words tremble against your skin, like a prayer and a promise at the same time. His lips crashed against yours with a hunger that made you tremble. Without thinking, you grabbed the hood of his sweatshirt and pulled him even closer, snatching a low growl from his throat. When his tongue invaded your mouth, it seemed that an explosion of dances, sparks and magic fires exploded inside you. You groaned softly against his lips as you felt his hands sink into your hips as if he wanted to sculpt your body into memory. "I can't take it anymore," he muttered against your mouth, his voice hoarse and broken. "Me neither… I want you ,Jake.." you whispered, panting. But he paused for a second, looking into your eyes with a vulnerability that gripped your heart. "I don't want to make you suffer." You smiled, caressing his face. "I will not suffer… I've liked you for years." He let out a low growl, as if he could no longer restrain himself, and picked you up with frightening ease. He laid you gently on the large four-poster bed, the curtains swaying above you like a curtain ready to hide you from the world. He leaned over you and began to tease your neck with small wet kisses, making you laugh and moan softly. "I would have liked to… do it the first time in your room… or in mine," he whispered as he kissed your collarbone, "but Hee would find out right away." You smiled, hands entwined in his hair. "I like the Room of Necessity…" He smiled against your skin and let his sweatshirt off with an impatient gesture. Your eyes rested greedily on his defined muscles, on the warm skin that smelled of him. "You're…" you began, but he rolled over you. He straddled you on his sides, hazel eyes shining as if you were his one universe. With trembling hands you lifted his sweater, revealing his perfect chest, warm and toned. When he saw that you only had your bra underneath, he made a cute pout that made you laugh. "Little plague…" he murmured, gently degrading you as he gazed adoring at you. You bent down and began to kiss him everywhere: along his chest, on the ribs, until you left little hickeys on his skin. You could feel his breaths accelerating beneath you, his body straining every time your mouth slid over a sensitive spot.

With his heart pounding, you slowly pulled down the zip of his pants. When his gray boer: "you're… beautiful." he laughed softly, stroking your cheek. "You too, my love." In a moment of audacity, you rubbed against his hard penis, feeling its firm, pulsating texture beneath you. he groaned softly, clasping his hands on your sides.

"Continuous…" he begged you in a low voice. You continued to move slowly above him, first with small circles, then slightly increasing the pace, enjoying his reactions: the way he moaned your name, the way he closed his eyes to restrain himself. "P-I can… can I touch it and masturbate it?" you asked him with a thread of voice, trembling but excited, he giggled, his voice hoarse and low. "Where did you learn to speak like that? "he teased you, looking at you with those eyes full of desire. You smiled and, biting your lip, answered: "From a magician… who studies astrophysics… play Quidditch… and he's Australian." Jake let himself go against the mattress, his dark hair tousled and his dark eyes fixed on yours while you, straddling his muscular thighs, lowered his gray boxer when his member sprinted free, long, thick and taut against his sculpted abs, you squinted without even being able to restrain yourself. "M-merlin…" you stuttered, feeling his face glow with blush as you gazed at every pulsating vein, every impressive detail of him. he laughed, his hoarse, low laugh vibrating in your chest. He pushed back a strand behind your ear, thumb gently brushing your cheek. "I told you I would only make you feel good," he muttered against your lips,"I will never hurt you, baby" He guided your hand towards him. Trembling with excitement, you closed your hand around its hot, pulsating member, starting to pump softly, feeling the velvety skin and live weight under your fingers. he threw his head against the pillow and moaned loudly, not ashamed.

"So, baby … Fuck, you look like you were born to drive me crazy." You lowered yourself slowly, brushing the damp tip with your tongue, licking as if you were savoring a forbidden dessert. he bit his lip hard so as not to moan even louder, but you grabbed his wrist and took his hand out of his mouth. "I want to hear you," he whispered in a hoarse, mischievous voice, as you continued to tease him, slowly licking the tip, pressing his hand harder on his member. he moaned openly this time, without holding back. With one quick move, he pulled down your skirt and with it your panties, laughing at your skin while you, surprised, screamed his name. "Multitasking," he whispered with a devilish smile. He made you sit better on his thighs and, while you continued to lick and masturbate him, he ran his fingers between your thighs, caressing your clitoris already swollen with desire. A shiver ran through your entire back and you moaned hard against his cock. "You're already so wet, princess …" he laughed against your ear, as he ran two expert fingers inside you, starting to move them slowly. "I'm … I'm already melting," you moaned, involuntarily moving your hips against his fingers. he pushed deeper, while his thumb gently tormented your clit. You felt flooded with pleasure and you, without even thinking about it, rubbed harder against his hand and cock. "Keep sucking me like this," he growled softly, "and I'll make you cum so hard you won't stand up, baby" Your mouth and hands moved more decisively, while he increased the intensity of the caresses between your legs. Your tongue moved slow and greedy around the tip of his cock, savoring every ooze of his pleasure. He, with one hand in your hair, guided you a little further down, gently pushing you to welcome more into your mouth. "Breathe out of your mouth, Baby" He moaned at that gesture, his fingers sinking even deeper into your wet cunt, pumping at a more rapid and decisive pace. When you looked up at him, crossing eyes obscured by desire,you felt all trembling. You unwittingly clasped your cunt around his fingers, moaning against his throbbing flesh. he degraded you slowly, your voice scratche: "Look how good you are … a little slut all to myself, so tight and hungry for my fingers and my cock…" Your face became even redder,but the desire made your skin burn. In a shy voice, you stammered: "I … it drives me crazy to see you so lost to me … with those unkempt tufts on your forehead… your lips pouted with pleasure … you are so fucking beautiful…" he growled softly, his abdomen twitched strongly. "Fuck, I'm going to come…" he gasped. You, without hesitation, continued to suck it harder, feeling it throbbing between your lips. When it exploded in your mouth, its hot seed gently invaded you.

You did not stop: you licked everything, swallowing without leaving a single drop, as his hoarse moans filled the air. he looked at you as you wiped your lips with your tongue, and in his thoughts he screamed:

It's mine. No one will ever touch her again. She was born to be on top of me, to suck my life away. No one has ever done this to me. No.

Meanwhile, his fingers had never stopped-they continued to work at you with fierce dedication. You groaned in disarray, your hips moving by themselves, until a powerful wave swept over you and you screamed against his chest, coming hard against his fingers. Your excitement flooded his hand and part of his abdomen. he watched the scene, rapt and fucking proud, as he kissed your forehead softly and muttered against your trembling skin

"You're perfect, baby, Never stop coming for me like that, ever."

Then he slowly licked his fingers, savoring your taste as he looked at you with a bloody satisfied smile.

he pushed you with sweetness but also a hunger held against the pillows of the bed, his body pressing against yours, warm, alive, eager only for you. He kissed you with an overwhelming passion, his hands clutching your face as if you were the most precious thing in the world. Between kisses, you whispered breathlessly: "I want you Jake"

He just stood up, his breath broken, his eyes shining with emotion as he stroked your hair. "Are you sure, Baby" he asked in a low voice, his forehead against yours. "What we are going to do... is not just preliminary. It will be real sex." You nod firmly, clutching his face in your hands:

"I want it... but only with you." he closed his eyes for a moment, as if holding back a greater emotion than he did, then kissed you again and praised you in a hoarse whisper "You are the most beautiful thing I could ever have..."

He ducked slightly, driving his hard, pulsating cock between your swollen, wet folds. He slowly slid the tip down your slit, making you moan arching your hips, brushing your clit just to get used to its grandeur. You grabbed his hair with a trembling hand, panting: "Please … I want to hear you inside,Jake" He gently degraded you, murmuring: "Honey … if you feel bad, shake my hand hard. I'll stop, okay?" Nod, completely trusting him. Jake, with extreme delicacy, pushed his cock against your narrow and taut entrance. The head of his cock forced the virgin and hot entrance slowly, making you gasp loudly. "Breathe … relax, love …" he encouraged you, slowly kissing your cheek. When you felt that it filled you, slowly, a mixture of pleasure and a pinch of pain invaded you. he groaned at the feeling so incredibly tight around him, his voice broken: "You're … fucking perfect … so tight for me…" He pressed you against himself, letting you get used to it, and after a few moments you whispered to him in a trembling voice: "You can move… slowly, please…" Jake obeyed, sliding just outside and then slowly pushing into you, a little more each time. You groaned, your hips moving to welcome him better, the body learning its shape, its rhythm. You clasped your legs around her hips, panting: "More … I want you all…" He began to move deeper, pumping his cock into you with slow but increasingly intense thrusts. Your eyes spilt with pleasure, your lips stuttering unchecked: "C - so beautiful… you are so big… I feel everything… you are everywhere inside me…" he degraded you in a hoarse voice, without stopping: "Look how well you take me, Baby!" He kissed you violently, without ceasing to push you, while you screamed at his mouth: "I'm yours ,Jake Forever! Only yours!"

At those words he lost all restraint. He was no longer the sweet and shy guy: his need for you was total, desperate, absolute. He began to hammer you with deep and fast blows, the bed squeaking below you, while every moan, every cry, every dirty kiss you exchanged seemed to enshrine that promise between your bodies and your hearts. His cock pounded inside you mercilessly, filling you up to your stomach, making you lose your breath with every stroke. In the room there were only your moans, the wet sound of bodies meeting, the intoxicating scent of your sweaty skin, the sound of the skin slapping against the skin. And his hoarse dirty voice degrading you unfiltered: "Feel how well you take me, so wet just for me… you are perfect … fucking perfect … you were born to be under me, under my cock…" You screamed with pleasure, without shame, clutching the sheets, the muscles of your thighs trembling under each powerful lunge. he took one of your legs and placed it over his shoulder, and with a deep and precise blow he twirled his hips. His cock violently hit your point G. You squirmed on the bed, an excruciating, pleasure-filled cry escaped from your lips: "JJAKEY" Tears rolled down your cheeks, the pleasure was so intense that it made you sob. he, seeing you so vulnerable and overwhelmed, degraded you with a satisfied grin. "God, you are so beautiful as you cry with pleasure for me … I want to see you like this every time I fuck you, every time, baby…" You pulled hard the sweaty tufts that fell on his forehead, trying to hold on to him as the only lifeline. When you opened your eyes slightly, you found him staring at you. His brown eyes had become dark with desire, but also full of love. He could no longer see the little girl chasing frogs in the clearing, no. In front of him was a woman. His woman. In a low voice, trembling and sincere, you whispered against his lips: "I love you ,Jake" His body shook over you. With a stronger hip snap he hit you in even deeper, making you moan loudly, as one of his hands lowered to tease your swollen clit. With a broken voice he degraded you again: "Then come, love… come around my cock as I fill you up, I want to feel you squeeze me tight as I cum inside you, make you mine forever…" In between sobs, you stuttered as you trembled.

"I can't take it anymore... I feel you up... to the stomach... I want you all, inside me... I want to come ... I just want you..." he growled softly upon hearing you, ducked even further on your body, pumping you faster and rougher, while pinching and massaging your clit.

You were breaking under the pleasure, the tension that mounted unstoppable, until you exploded around him with a cry that seemed to tear through the air. You felt his cock throb violently inside you, his hot seed filling you out of control, while he moaned your name against your neck. You could feel it dripping, the hot strands of cum running down your trembling thighs, as he squeezed hard against you, whispering in your ear:

"You are perfect ... You are mine...I love you..." His thoughts were a gentle and fierce storm:

There is nothing else for me. Just her. Just my girlfriend. Just my princess.

And your heart was racing mad thinking the same thing: Just him. Justake Forever.

Jake remained completely buried deep, as you felt his warm, abundant seed flood you, slowly dripping as his labored breathing mingled with yours. He made you moan still faintly just because of the way his cock throbbed inside you, as if his body also wanted to stick together with yours forever. Her hair was tickling on your shoulder, and his face was hidden in your neck, wet with sweat and kisses. In a hoarse, low voice, he whispered to you:

"I don't want to get out of you anymore, bay" As he spoke, he still pushed his cock slightly inside you, making you moan louder, a mixture of pleasure and sweet agony. Then he added dirt, growling softly against the skin: "You are my little slut to spoil... my little doll to fill up until you feel full of me ... You are made only for me, baby..."

Your legs instinctively tightened around his, trapping him even more inside you. he giggled against your neck, his voice glowing with love and pleasure: "Sadist ... You are my personal little sadist, my love..."

After a few minutes, he pushed himself out of you very slowly. His hard, shiny cock slid out, letting go of all the sticky threads of his semen that trickled down your thighs, dirty and shaking.

The sensation made you shiver and smile at the same time. With a small movement of his wand, Jake conjured a damp, warm cloth. With infinite tenderness, he gently cleaned you, caressing the inside of your thigh while planting little kisses between your belly and hips. Then he passed his sweatshirt over your head, dressing you with a tender and protective gesture, pulling you against his chest. Jake held you as if he wanted to merge with you, his scent mixed with yours being the most beautiful thing you'd ever smelled. He wrapped you in his strong arms, like a loving bear, and chuckled against your hair: "I never imagined I'd fall in love with the girl chasing frogs in the enchanted clearing… or the crazy one who chose magical astrophysics just because… I was the professor's student." You burst out laughing and pinched his side. "Conceited! Astrophysics is a serious subject; I didn't pick it because of some idiot Australian obsessed with Quidditch!" Jake laughed softly, his body trembling gently against yours. He propped himself up slightly on one elbow, gazed into your eyes with that warm look, and placed a small, tender kiss on your forehead. With a whisper, he said, "I love you, baby… truly…" Your eyes moistened again, but this time it was only happiness. You smiled at him and replied softly, your heart bursting, "I love you too, Jake… so much…" You cuddled a little longer, while the magic of the Room of Requirement seemed to protect you from everything else in the world. Then, with a small grimace, Jake ran a hand through his still-sweaty hair and mumbled, "Maybe it’s time to ask your brother for permission to date you…" You bit your tongue between your teeth and gave him another pinch on the side, making him jump. "You’re a bit late, Sim. You should have asked before… well, how should I put it… leaving me breathless." Jake laughed heartily, the sound you loved more than anything else, and pulled you back against him, holding you tight as if he wanted to shield you from the whole world. And you fell asleep there, in his arms, knowing you’d never feel more loved than that.

It had been a week since that night when you and Jake had finally let go—body and soul. A week since you realized it wasn’t just desire, wasn’t just magic or attraction: it was love. You had seen it in his eyes, felt it in the way he whispered your name, and above all, in the way he held you afterward as if he never wanted to let you go.

But there was still one last constellation to face… one last complicated spell: your brother, Heeseung.

Fiercely protective, to the point of obsession, he had always been the silent guardian of your freedom. You and Jake hadn’t yet found the courage to tell him, and maybe, deep down, you hoped you wouldn’t have to. But real magic—the powerful kind, the kind that moves planets and hearts—can’t be hidden for long.

That day, you and Jake had changed spots. Your usual corner beneath the Astronomy Tower had been discovered by Jareth—and, along with him, half the Academy. So you moved beneath the Eastern Tower, a quieter place where lanterns floated lazily and the abandoned telescopes made you feel small beneath the universe.

Jake sat cross-legged on the blanket laid out over the enchanted grass, and you, robes slightly parted and hair tousled by the wind, were perched on his strong thighs, your knees on either side of his waist. You were supposed to be studying—or at least trying to.

“Repeat after me: what’s the incantation to summon Aurum Draco, the Golden Dragon constellation?”

“Easy,” you said with a sly smile, “Stellae Draconis, lux eterna, revelate praesentiam tuam.”

He smiled and kissed you softly beneath your ear.

“Very good,” he murmured. “Now, what’s the symbolic meaning of the Nox Corvus constellation?”

You hesitated.

“It symbolizes... the shadow of truth? No, the deceit in knowledge? Or—”

He gently pinched the inside of your thigh. “Getting distracted, aren’t you?”

You laughed softly, your warm breath brushing his neck. He laughed too—that deep, low laugh that made your insides vibrate. It felt like being trapped in an enchanted bubble, where the only reality was his hands gripping your hips and his gaze devouring you like you were the only constellation he ever wanted to memorize.

Then came the difficult question.

“Tell me about Lirae Serpentis.”

Your eyes widened and lit up. That was his favorite. You started gesturing, your hands dancing in the air as you described the shape of the ancient sky-serpent, its connection to healing magic and eternal promises. Jake’s eyes grew glassy as you spoke, enchanted, as if every word you said made the sky more beautiful. Eventually, he couldn’t resist anymore. He pulled you closer and kissed you with all the sweetness—and hunger—that only true love can bring. He held you tight, one hand steady on your back, the other supporting you beneath your thighs. And in that moment, time stopped. A sharp sound, a breath caught. A heartbeat suspended in the air. Heeseung. He had just passed by the tower, but something had made him look—maybe your voice, or maybe just cruel fate. He saw everything: you, gesturing passionately, your body curled over his best friend’s, Jake’s hands on you, your kiss—long, deep, honest. And he… assumed the worst. As if Jake had cast a dark spell on you. As if he had taken advantage of your vulnerability. As if that love was something you needed to be protected from. -Y/n!- he shouted, his voice sharp, like a spell ready to explode. You turned abruptly, heart in your throat. Jake instinctively shielded you with his arms, but Heeseung was already upon you. He shoved Jake back with force, sending him rolling off the blanket. -You’re touching my sister? Have you lost your mind?!- Jake got up immediately, but he didn’t react with anger. He looked Heeseung straight in the eyes, his gaze steady and glassy. “She’s not just your sister,” he said calmly. “She’s the girl I love.” The magic in the air trembled. And that’s when you, still trembling, stood up and placed yourself between them. You looked Heeseung in the eyes and, with the calm of someone who doesn’t ask for permission—but demands respect—you said: “And I love him. He’s who I want to be with. There’s no dark magic here, no trickery—just truth.” Heeseung didn’t respond right away. He simply stared at you both, his chest rising and falling as he tried to separate reality from fear. Finally, he looked away. -Maybe I’m the one who needs to learn a new constellation,- he muttered. -The one where my little sister becomes a woman.- And he walked away, leaving behind a silent trail of shifting stars.

You turned to follow him, your legs still shaking, but Jake stopped you with a whisper and a gentle caress on your wrist. “Let him go, love. He needs time.” You turned to face him, eyes glassy, throat tight with unshed words. You leaned into his chest, listening to the familiar, steady rhythm of his heartbeat. You held his hand, searching for an answer that could soothe you, for a truth to lift the weight off your chest. “Did you ruin everything?” you asked in a whisper. Jake didn’t answer right away. He gently lifted your chin with two fingers, those amber eyes you’d known your whole life—since you were a child watching him play Quidditch with your brother, those same eyes that made your heart race once you realized he was no longer just Hee’s friend—looking right into yours. “It takes two,” he said softly. “And we didn’t ruin anything. The heart doesn’t follow rules.” Then he kissed your forehead with a gesture that felt like both a promise and protection. You nodded, closing your eyes. In that moment, even if everything else seemed to be falling apart, you felt safe.

But the days that followed were hard. Heeseung stopped speaking to Jake. He’d said sharp, bitter, angry things. -I never thought you’d betray me like this,” he told him. “You took everything from her. Even her innocence.- Jake didn’t reply right away, but when he did, his voice trembled slightly. “She’s not a child anymore. She’s a woman. And I… I love her. Truly.” When Heeseung found out that even his girlfriend—your best friend—had known all along about the secret meetings, the stolen touches beneath the stars, he felt even more alone. Even his circle of friends had known. And he hadn’t. He felt blind. Betrayed. Foolish. That evening, after training, he went to the Quidditch pitch alone. He always did that when he needed to think, broom slung over his shoulder, eyes turned to the sky. Jake found him there, stopping him before he could disappear into the locker room. “Hey,” he said quietly. “Can we talk?” Heeseung looked at him—tired, sweaty, and wounded in his pride. -What now, need another tip on how to sneak into my sister’s bed?- Jake didn’t flinch. He raised his hands in surrender, that golden-retriever softness trying to lighten the mood. “Okay, that was harsh… but I deserved it. Still—I miss you. I miss talking to you. You’re my best friend, damn it.” Heeseung stared for a few more seconds, then sighed and sat down in the stands. Jake sat beside him, leaving a bit of space between them. “I need you to know something,” Jake said sincerely. “I’m serious about your sister. This isn’t a game. I’ve been thinking about her for months. About how the sky looks at her when she walks. About how she laughs when she messes up a spell. I want the best for her. And I want to be there—for all of it. As his friend. As his partner. As whatever she needs.” Heeseung stayed quiet. Then he turned to him, face more serious than ever. -If I see her cry—even once—because of you… you’re off the team. Got it?- Jake straightened, solemn, hand to forehead. “Yes, Captain.” Heeseung shoved him, laughing, and Jake let himself fall over dramatically. -Idiot,- Hee muttered. Jake sat up again, face suddenly more serious. “Can I make it official? A real date. With your sister.” Heeseung looked at him, sighed, and then glanced up at the sky. -One. And if you take her to some cheap, sleazy place, I swear I’ll hex you into sneezing snot bubbles for a week.- “Deal!” Jake grinned, and the two of them hugged—one of those strong embraces between people who’ve messed up, but don’t want to lose each other. The kind of hug that proves some battles aren’t won with magic, but with the heart.

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[okwonyo]

DREAMIN’ ★ 𝗂’𝗏𝖾 𝖻𝖾𝖾𝗇 𝗐𝖺𝗂𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗒𝗈𝗎

💌 make–out session with your boyfriend

of. enhypen kissing fem ! rea ◜ᴗ⁠◝⁠ fluff established relationship ❤︎ skinship kissing ╱ 사랑｡

분지 ܃ i’m normal

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HEESEUNG ｡｡ “you are so pretty baby,” after trailing kisses all over your neck, he admires your face held in his hands as he says so. he chuckle at the pink taint that appears on your cheeks at the compliment. there is a smirk on his face that makes your heart stutter, before his lips are back on yours again to continue your passionate makeout session.

he hold your face in his hands as his mouth moves against yours. surely, he makes your back hit the wall behind you. there is something that flutters in your stomach and you are too drunk on his tongue in your mouth to think properly; therefore, he takes the lead.

he holds your jaw and tilts your head to side to have a better access to your mouth. you hold onto his shirt for dear life. his lips are warm against your and the way he kisses is as perfect as your boyfriend. his body presses against your more as the kisses goes on, he doesn’t stop until your lips are sore.

JAY ｡｡ he knows he shouldn’t stare at you for too long. he knows that whenever you get ready to go out, whenever you wear a pretty dress like that, whenever you put on those pretty jewels of yours that makes your skin glow, whenever you are high on heels— he shouldn’t look at you too much.

unfortunately for the both of you, he never understands the lesson. he always ends up staring. he always end up ruining your lip combo. “i’m sorry, princess,” he whispers against your mouth as he walks backwards. he looks up at you with a desperate gaze. his mind is blurred by the smell of your perfume, of the soft, peachy scent of your conditioner.

your knees digs in the sofa, next to his thighs after he makes you sit on his laps. he slips his hand on your naked skin, the one that isn’t cover by your dress. his parts his lips, humming, allowing your tongue to slip in. dear god, your friends are going to kill you for being so late.

JAKE ｡｡he is gentle as he makes you both fall on the mattress. he plants his hands on either side of your head. you gasp when he plants a kiss on your cheek, then a soft peck on your forehead, on your nose, on the corner of your mouth. his focus quickly shifts to your lips where he rests his lips for a delicate kiss.

he stops to take a lingering look at your face from above you, “holy shit,” he breathes out, shakily. he leans in and when his lips brush yours, right before giving you another kiss, he speaks again, “you are so gorgeous.”

he doesn’t give you time to answer. he is all over you within seconds. he bites your lower hip to make him part your lips, to slide his tongue in between them. his kiss is more passionate that the ones he was giving you a few moments prior. his hands are wandering everywhere. it makes your knees weak although you are laying in your back, your mind goes blank and he takes your breath away.

SUNGHOON ｡｡ his heartbeat stopped for a few seconds when you entered the kitchen. freshly showered, with your skin glowing as you value a good nightly skincare routine, the scent of your soap clinging on your body as well as your conditioner’s. his eyes dragged over your body enveloped in those cute pajamas that drive him insane.

he corned you between the kitchen counter and himself in mere seconds. his body moved on it’s own— even him was shocked at how fast he reached you. the cute surprised expression made him kiss you immediately. he hummed into your mouth as your fingers ran through his hair, his lips tasting the chapstick on yours.

he curses under his breath as he lifts you of the floor, “fuck,” he whines into your mouth, making you sit on the kitchen counter to have an easier access to your mouth. you can’t tell what has gotten into him, but you love it.

SUNOO ｡｡ in all honesty, he knew how it was going to end from the beginning. he knew that at some point, the movie night was going to transform into something more passionate. he wanted to kiss you as soon as you sat next to him on the sofa and even more when you rested your cheek on his chest.

the movie was long forgotten by him. the sound of the characters talking in the television didn’t reach his ears, no. he was too focused on you and your hands cupping his face. you maintain him on the sofa with your body on top of his. he holds you by the hips, get drunk on the taste of your lips.

he is always hungry for kisses, for yours especially. the moment it starts, the moment your pretty lips sucks his lower one, he can’t think of stopping. he feels dizzy and lightheaded for not pulling away to breath but he wants more. his leans in yours whenever you want to pull away. he needs kisses.

JUNGWON ｡｡ your boyfriend is always so helplessly greedy when it comes to kissing. as if his mouth is empty without yours against his. he holds onto your waist possessively, for dear life. you think that he fears you might disappear into thin air if he doesn’t have your body close. but you won’t, because his greediness might have contaminated you.

his mouth his firm yet soft as he takes your breath away. with your arms wrapped around his neck and your body being so close to his, you could feel the shared thud of your heartbeats. only wet sounds of your lips smashing together fills the room as you make out in the middle of it.

you run your fingers through his soft hair while his lips cover your own. your body goes progressively limp when you taste each other’s want more and more. if not wasn’t for his strong grip on you, your entire body would concede on you under the gentle pressure of his tongue in your mouth.

RIKI ｡｡kissing always makes him go a little go stupid, a little bit too empty in the head. when he gets the flavor of your lipgloss on his tongue, he doesn’t know where he is anymore. he only knows you, your mouth, your hands all over him and your hot body so close to his. “i need to go,” he whispers between two kisses, although he is the one who goes right back into kissing.

he is so passionate, like in everything he does. it always makes you giggle—“okay,” is the only thing you can say when he is so eager to give you a taste of his tongue. warmth blossoms in your chest as you smell the cologne he put on his skin while he was getting ready to go out. his mouth moves on yours so perfectly, it makes you dizzy.

you think that he forgot that he wasn’t supposed to be doing that right now. he was already late before leaving and now that he is lifting you off the floor to make you reach his height— or even a little taller— it isn’t better. as he is busy kissing you open your eyes slightly and catch the flush on his cheeks. it makes you smile. the next hour is going to be passionate.

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[cheeseceli]

Love me by who I am

Funny how you never had to be so careful around Jay.

You never felt like walking on egg shells around him. You didn't have to overthink each step and analyse what you said. You didn't try to find the perfect answer to every one of his questions. You didn't have to be perfect. For once in your life, when you were around him, you could get things wrong.

This was freeing. And very much new. Never in your life you'd think you would've been able to be so unapologetically yourself like you are with him. That's one of the things you enjoy the most about his company.

You love to be able to say something knowing he won't make a scene about each of your words. You adore how his presence makes you feel at ease instead of making you anxious.

He allows you to discover who you are. And you can be yourself.

First and foremost, that might be the first time someone loved you by who you are. And no words can describe how amazing that feels.

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Reminder this is just fiction!! I'm not trying to portray real life and you shouldn't believe that this is how the members actually are. This is just for the vibe and the delulu!

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[nugwon]

daddy issues ── ( 심재윤 )

synopsis — jake works too much, but he loves harder. ── smut (m.), requested ( @riqomi ). dilf!jake x babysitter afab!reader. wc : 2.03k !

warnings — jake’s a few years older, (25). pet names: baby. unprotected sex (don’t be a fool, cover your tool) p.i.v. sex / pwp also. jake’s between the soft and rough dom area, y/n is down bad for her boss, jake’s a consent king, jake as a 3 year old toddler (s/n - son name), breeding (jake’s pull out game : weak.. pussy too good.)

two weeks ago… “s/n has already had a bath, a nice dinner, and his uniform for school tomorrow is out, hanging on his closet door. mr. shim.” you hummed, you’ve been babysitting for jake for a few months now. he was a few years older than you, a perfect mix of sweetness and tenderness. he was a tired hard working man, he had a minimum wage job—working in a corporate office, as an agent. “thank you, y/n seriously i don’t know what i would do without you.

and you? a college dropout who needed extra money until you found a job—but with the way jake pays you… you don’t need another one. “there are leftovers on the counter for you mr. shim, you’ve seemed to have had a long day. it’s my grandma's recipe, you’ll love it.” you assure him, he smiled. thanking you once again before placing your weeks worth of money in your hands.

you should have about five hundred dollars sitting in your palms right now. more than you’d usually give, but jake always threw a little extra on top. “do you think you’ll be available next week?” jake asked, hair messy and voice raspy from a long day of: “thank you for calling lee enterprises how can i help?” — “i was hoping so, we could do your monthly feedback and a dinner.. maybe? i still have to work but.. yeah.”

“are you asking me on a date mr. shim?” you were taken a bit aback, not rejecting it but not clearly understanding it either. did he want the dinner with just you and him or you him and friends.. “i thought we’d keep this a little professional.. yeah?” as he was still your boss you don’t think dinner is smart… not yet. “i’ll be available to work though… just text me dates. goodnight.” you smiled, walking away—now you just rejected a man on a date. and hopefully, his heart was bigger than his ego.

over the next few weeks, jake made it his mission to have at least a 10 minute long conversation with him every night. learning you, understanding your personality and your humor. what makes you sad, happy and what gives you the ick. he was feeling you, and he’s not sure how. or why.

“hear me out,” he walks into his kitchen. “we could take s/n to a baseball game? i’m inviting you because my friends are busy with their partners or working.. and s/n likes you y/n.” — “i’ll have to think about it mr. shim.” you chuckled while taking a drink of your water.

“jake is my name. you can call me jake. mr. shim is for when we’re working… and you’re not working.” hear made you laugh a bit—he was funny. flirty and you indeed felt something towards him. you’d finally started staying late, sometimes he’d bring takeout and you’d eat it together. brushing knees accidentally when sitting with each other. jake’s eyes always lingered. he could be staring at you, your lips. you nose… shamelessly your chest, thighs… ass. he was in love with your ass.

one night, he asks you to stay for dinner. real dinner. he cooks, a little clumsy but endearing, and you help, bumping shoulders and exchanging soft glances. also taking a few drinks… glasses of wine. a/n was upstairs sleeping, and your job was done. at first, you hesitated, drinking with your boss? but now. he made you feel comfortable like you were at home.

and now, today you’d decided to stay, longer than you ever had. it was around two in the morning and you and jake were up all night having conversations. he was so easy to talk to… you found yourself curled up on the couch, looking over and laughing at him as he talked about the most embarrassing thing to happen to him. “okay. it’s not that funny. i did think it was going to eat me..” he frowns playfully. “what about you? the most embarrassing thing you’ve done or had done to you.”

you were a bit tipsy, sipping on the wine jake poured for you an hour previous. “well.” you laughed nervously, not sure if you should spill it. “i have daddy issues, and every guy i’ve ever met has noticed that about me. it’s embarrassing because i always get left in the end… i kissed a guy once and he said i kissed like ive been hurt too many times… HUMBLED ME.” you covered your face, laughing now because it’s funny but back then—broke you .

jake only laughs a little, setting his own glass down. “i don’t see daddy issues, i see that you’re trying though.” he admits, “how about i kiss you, and let me see if i can taste it on your lips.” as much as you wanted to believe he was joking, he was not. you only looked at him, head tilting in disbelief. “do you think that’s appropriate, mr. shim?” 

“i thought you clocked out of babysitter duties, five hours ago? i’m not your boss right now, i’m a friend. a friend willing to help you learn the truth.” he nodded his head. you don’t know why that was so attractive, how he looked at you—how he protected you but was assertive with his attitude. he was honest… and we can all admit that he’s a handsome.. attractive man. who just so happens to be a father. an active father figure, it was so hot to you.

“okay. you have a point,” you say your drink down, moving closer to jake—practically crawling to him. you looked at his lips before looking into his eyes. jake placed his hands on your waist, pulling you to sit in his lap. right where he wanted you. it was unspoken—the attraction you both had to each other.

your lips finally touched. warm and synced almost instantly—like you were made to be right here. it was soft at first, then it got more intense. showing signs you both wanted each other. jake mutters against your lips. “you can tell me when to stop you know.” oh but you didn’t want to stop, and neither did he. 

jake’s hands slide down to your thighs, gripping hard enough to leave marks, pulling you closer until you’re straddling him fully. he groans into your mouth when you roll your hips against him, slow and teasing, feeling how hard he already is through his sweats. “fuck, y/n.” he mutters, voice wrecked, dragging his mouth down your neck. “been thinking about this all year.. every time i see you… you’re driving me fucking crazy.” 

you whimper when he nips at your skin, grinding down harder, your hands fumbling to push his shirt up. you need to feel him — all of him — need to get as close as you possibly can. he picks up on that, taking his shirt off before taking yours and tossing it away. “beautiful.” he looked at your chest, kissing and sucking at your skin. leaving only a few marks. 

you couldn’t believe what you were doing, how this could affect the both of you in the long run. “look at me,” he whispered, kissing up your neck and then your lips again. you hadn’t told him to stop, even if you did tell him—you didn’t want to. looking at him, it’s like he put a spell on you. your whole body relaxing under his touch. you hadn’t even realized he’d laid you down. 

“can i take your clothes off?” he asked softly next to your ear, settling himself between your legs. once you agreed, he wasted no time stripping you down. kissing over your skin with lust. “fuck you look so good…” he murmured. stripping himself next, moving his hand down to rub your core—feeling how you were already dripping wet and the sweet sounds embedding itself into his brain. “excited?” 

you shut your eyes in minor embarrassment, biting your lips as his finger worked its way around your clit. slow and sensual feelings shooting through your clit up to your chest. jake slipped a finger inside, then another. “so wet, warm. you smell good… it’s like you're reeling me in.” he chuckled, leaning over your body and brushing his tip along your slit. “ready?” 

“ready,” you said against his lips. without wasting any more time, jake slid into you—his own eyes squeezing shut. he’d been working so much he forgot what pussy felt like. “holy shit—.” you were so tight, maybe too tight for him. he had to work his way through it. there was no way he was passing up another night alone with you. 

your soft moans helped him through it, grabbing ahold of his shoulders. it took him a minute but he thrusted—in and out of you. slowly at first, making sure he felt how deep your velvet walls were. how stretched he’d gotten you. he was huge, and you could feel him everywhere.. it was quickly becoming an addiction. “fuck.. right there.” you moaned. 

he kissed you, deeply. like he was done playing nice. hands sliding up your sides and holding you down to the couch. keeping you exactly where he wanted you. the shift in his energy… the tension rebuilding in the air. he was ready to break. “you made it so hard to keep my hands to myself.” he sits up, holding your legs in place while rutting deeper into you. 

“always sitting there looking so good.. no matter what you wore. i always had to rub one out after you left.” he admits, his moans slipping through his words. “your body screamed at me to touch it.. take it. and sitting here. so easy. that just let me know that you wanted it as bad as i did baby.” 

the way he was talking, the way your cunt squelched with each thrust. it was driving him insane—he was so focused on it. on the sound—making you feel good and praying for the best outcome of it all. “look at you, falling apart beneath me..” was it even possible for him to get even harder? you felt it.. all of it. “fuck i’m so close..” you moaned, his free hand coming up to your neck, squeezing it and applying pressure. 

your tummy did a thing, like butterflies. you wanted it, you needed it. “fuck.. fuck me harder.” you covered your mouth, holding back as you started to get louder. but jake uncovered it, “let it out. let me hear you fall apart, tell me how good it feels. nobody can fuck you the way i do.” jake’s words were ripping you apart. into pieces, “that’s it..” 

your moans slipped, uncontrollably. you wish you could put into words how good it felt but he was rocking your world. it was too much, too good and your whimpers from the contact. told him he was doing an amazing job. he pulled out, earning a whine from you before slamming back into you. “so fucking desperate to cum..” he was mesmerized by you. 

everything he was doing, words couldn’t form in your mouth. only sounds and squeaks. even your eyes were rolling back—he moved his hands. watching how you rolled your hips up, matching his pace. “don’t stop, please.. please don’t stop.” you ran your hands down his chest. loving every second of it. “even your beg is so pretty.” 

“you’re gonna cum like this baby?” you nod, ready to release it whenever he was ready for you too. it was his world, you were enamored in it. his breath got shaky, thrust getting sloppier—louder. harder. “then let’s cum together.” his voice was dark, low—almost dangerous. your legs were shaking, you couldn’t hold it, clenching around him—uncontrollably. 

and then he growls, deep and rough, lips brushing yours as he says, “then do it. come for me. now.” and you do—hard, trembling, a mess in his hands as the pleasure crashes over you like a wave too big to fight. he holds you through it, grounding you, watching you unravel with a smug, look. jake spilled himself into you, practically claiming you as his. he was possessive over you already, and he couldn’t let anyone else have you. ever again. 

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[bluiea]

so during jay's birthday live, he mentioned how he couldn't hear engenes singing happy birthday to him because of his ear piece, but he did learn about it on twitter, and it's just so funny to me how so many engenes act so suprised about them being active on there (*_*)

jungwon literally went live despite him being tired of his full schedule, because an engene tweeted about how they were was going to a major surgery and everytime they thought of enha, their worries disappeared, mind you the twt had like less than 100 likes. And Jay has mentioned how they monitor engene's reactions to things multiple times.

[suireunie]

SCARED [SJY]

Summary: You and Jake had an arranged marriage. There was always an tension between you two, but neither of you ever took a step forward. You watched a horror movie one night and went to sleep, but when you couldn't sleep you went to Jake's. And the tension between you finally dissolved.

Word count: 8.3k (sorry 😊)

warnings: dom!jake, sub!yn, unprotected sex (guys... no!), spanking, dirty talk, p in v, rough sex, lapping, (let me know if there's any more!)

Minors DONT READ!

English is NOT my first language 🥹

Jake is ALWAYS had a big effect on me! He is my biaswrecker. AND this bitch knows he is HANDSOME !!!!!

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You cursed yourself for putting on that horror movie earlier. You thought it’d be harmless, maybe even a little fun. But now, lying in bed, every creak had you glancing nervously at the door. You squeezed your eyes shut, trying to will yourself to sleep, but your instincts told you to check. Slowly, you opened one of your eyes and scanned the room, your gaze catching on a tall shadow in the corner. Enough was enough. You flew out of bed, bolting from that cursed room. But where could you even go? Downstairs? No way. That was a death sentence.The realization struck you with reluctant clarity: you had a husband. You cringed. The last thing you wanted was to wake your so-called husband, looking like a sweaty mess, practically begging for company. That would only feed his ego, allowing him to look down on you, the proud husband witnessing the spectacle of his frail wife. But hey, better a bruised ego than a heart attack...You stumbled into his room, slamming the door behind you and leaning against it, gasping for air. Jake, who was sitting at his desk in the soft glow of a desk lamp, didn’t look up immediately. Paperwork was scattered around him, his wedding ring gleamed faintly as he turned another page. He glanced up at you, his gaze steady and unreadable. For a long moment, he didn’t say a word, just looked at you in that assessing way that always made you uncomfortable. Finally, he arched a brow, leaning back slightly in his chair. “To what do I owe this unexpected visit?” he asked, resting his pen on the papers.You could feel your cheeks heat up under his cool gaze. “I thought I...heard something.” you mumbled, barely able to meet his eyes.“You thought you heard something.” he repeated, with a flicker of disbelief in eyes, though his expression remained unreadable. He leaned forward, resting his chin on his hand as he looked you over with amusement. “And that requires barging into my room at…” He glanced briefly at the clock. “…half-past midnight?”

Jake let out a soft sigh, his mask of composure slipping a little. He leaned back in his chair and studied you, his gaze sharp. "You look a mess," he observed, his voice cool. "Sweaty and terrified. What did you think you heard?"You resisted the urge to fidget, feeling exposed under his scrutiny. "I..." You hesitated, torn between your pride and the fear that gnawed at the edges of your mind. "I thought I heard footsteps." He raised an eyebrow, a hint of skepticism in his eyes. "Footsteps? In our house?"

Jake pushed his chair back, standing up slowly as he approached you. He leaned against the doorframe, his gaze never leaving yours. "Do you really think there's someone lurking in the shadows, ready to pounce on you?" There was a faint hint of mockery in his voice, like he was indulging you in a nonsensical fear. Your cheeks burned red with embarrassment. You were painfully aware of how ridiculous you might look, standing in his room, frightened by a mere rustling in the dark. "I know it sounds silly," you muttered, looking anywhere but at him. "It's just... the movie I watched earlier. It's messing with my head."

He made a soft sound, something between a scoff and a snort. "A horror movie, eh? How quaint." He reached up and ran a hand through his hair, the movement causing his shirt to pull taut across his chest. "And let me guess, you think barging into my room is the solution to your little nightmare-fuel predicament. "You bristled at his tone, your pride rearing its head. "I didn't have anywhere else to go, okay?!" you snapped, folding your arms over your chest defiantly. "This is our house, and you're my..." you trailed off, the word ‘husband’ lingering on the tip of your tongue. His gaze sharpened, his eyes narrowing as he studied you. "Your..." He echoed, a slight smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. "...husband. Yes, I suppose I am." He took a step closer to you, the space between you suddenly feeling far too small. "But let's be clear, my role as your 'husband' doesn't include playing the part of the knight swooping in to save you from your irrational fears."

Your jaw tightened, anger and embarrassment warring within you. You'd rather suffer another night terror than admit your weakness to him, even if it meant enduring his sarcastic remarks. "I didn't ask you to save me," you retorted, bristling at his condescension. He chuckled at your defiance, the sound sending an irritating thrill down your spine. "Oh, of course you didn't. You just decided to stumble into my room in the middle of the night for the pure joy of it." Your fists clenched at your sides, the temptation to storm out of there growing by the second. But some stubborn part of you refused to give him the satisfaction of a hasty retreat. "That's not what I meant," you bit out through clenched teeth. "I just... couldn't go back to my room, alright? And I thought... given our 'situation'... that perhaps I could find..." You trailed off again, the words sticking in your throat.

Jake tilted his head slightly, studying you with a shrewd gaze. He took another step closer, his proximity making your heart flutter in your chest. "Go on, finish your sentence," he murmured, his voice low and dangerously soft. You met his gaze defiantly, refusing to yield to the storm of emotions surging through you. "I thought I could find some...comfort," the words came out in a rush, the admittance making you feel vulnerable and exposed. Jake's eyes flickered with a mix of surprise and amusement. "Comfort," he repeated, the edge of mockery now replaced with a smirk. He was enjoying this, enjoying seeing you vulnerable and off-balance. You felt a sharp pang of irritation, your pride bruised by his gloating. Your chin lifted in defiance, your eyes darkening. "And what's so amusing about that?" you demanded, your voice firm despite the flutter of uncertainty in your chest.

His smirk widened into a lopsided grin, his eyes sparkling with amusement. "Oh, sweetheart," he drawled, leaning closer, the faint scent of his cologne swirling around you, "it's just that I never pegged you for the kind of person who seeks comfort from their 'husband' in the middle of the night."

"Don't call me ‘sweetheart’," you snapped, your face burning at his condescending tone. The proximity was making it difficult to think straight. You could feel your resolve crumbling, the need for reassurance warring with your pride."Oh, I forgot," he drawled, his tone dripping with sarcasm. "You prefer 'darling,' right?" His eyes gleamed, amused by your flustered reaction.

"I prefer nothing from you," you retorted, trying to keep your voice steady. The way he was watching you, the proximity of his body to yours, was disorienting you. You were teetering on the edge of a very dangerous precipice."Is that so?" He chuckled, a sound that echoed through the room like a challenge. He stepped even closer, so close now that you could feel the heat emanating from his body. "Yet here you are, in my room, after barging in under the pretense of needing 'comfort'. Seems a little contradictory, don't you think?"

You hated how he could always push your buttons, how he relished in teasing you. "I..I just..." You tried to gather your thoughts, but the words kept eluding you. Your heart was pounding in your chest, a mix of frustration and something more primal. His proximity was making it hard to think straight.

"Just what? Couldn't stand the thought of being alone in your scared little room?" he taunted, his smirk transforming into a wolfish grin. "Hiding under the sheets with the nightlight on, terrified of the monsters in the closet?"Your cheeks flushed furiously, humiliation washing over you. This was exactly what you had wanted to avoid—being mocked like a scared little girl too weak to face her fears. "I'm not scared," you protested, your voice trembling despite your best efforts to keep it steady. "And I wasn't hiding under the sheets, you condescending jerk."

He chuckled, a sound that sent a confusing shiver down your spine. "Oh, really? You barge into my room in the middle of the night, claiming you heard something in your room, and you expect me to believe you're not scared?" He took another step closer, his chest almost brushing against yours now. "Don't play coy with me, darling." The nickname 'darling' was like salt on a wound, the condescension behind it making your blood boil. "I don't need you to believe me," you retorted, refusing to back down. "And stop calling me that, I'm not your darling!"

"Aren't you?" he murmured, his voice dropping to a low, intimate tone. His eyes glimmered with a dangerous flicker of mischief. "You're in my bedroom, in the middle of the night, seeking comfort from me. Sounds like a rather darling thing to do, wouldn't you say?"

"I..." You were flustered now, the way he was looking at you sending a confusing flutter to your stomach. The mix of condescension and something... more in his eyes was driving you crazy. The heat from his body was all around you. "I just wanted to feel safe, alright? And I thought being with you would make me..." You couldn't bring yourself to say the word.He raised a brow, the sly grin widening on his face. "You thought being with me would make you...?" He echoed, leaning in closer, his breath warm on your face. The moment hung heavily between the two of you, the air charged with something almost electric. The proximity was intoxicating, his body so close to yours that you could feel his breath on your flushed skin. You found yourself torn, caught between the desire to push him way, to protect your pride, and the unexpected need to lean into him, to let him envelop you completely. You could no longer tell if it was fear or something deeper making your heart pound.He studied you for a moment, his gaze intense, his smirk fading into something more serious. "Go on," he demanded, his voice low. "Finish your sentence. You thought being with me would what?"You were caught in the trap of his gaze, unable to look away even if you wanted to. Your pride was warring with desire, and the words, the embarrassing, vulnerable words, broke free in a whispered rush. "Safe," you admitted, the single word hanging in the air, heavy with all the vulnerability and need that you’d been trying to hide.

He raised a brow, the sly grin widening on his face. "You thought being with me would make you...?" He echoed, leaning in closer, his breath warm on your face. The moment hung heavily between the two of you, the air charged with something almost electric. The proximity was intoxicating, his body so close to yours that you could feel his breath on your flushed skin. You found yourself torn, caught between the desire to push him way, to protect your pride, and the unexpected need to lean into him, to let him envelop you completely. You could no longer tell if it was fear or something deeper making your heart pound.He studied you for a moment, his gaze intense, his smirk fading into something more serious. There was a brief pause, his gaze flickering as he absorbed your confession. His smirk returned, but it was different now—less mocking, more understanding. "Safe," he murmured, the word sounding different when he said it, like a vow, like a promise. "You thought being with me would make you feel safe."

You nodded, the movement small, uncertain. Admitting that vulnerability was not easy, but the way he was looking at you—intense, understanding, almost protective—made it a little easier. "Yes," you replied softly, your voice barely above a whisper. "With you… being alone felt scarier." He took a step closer, the space between you almost non-existent now. He was so close you could feel the heat radiating off his body, could see the flecks of gold in his eyes. He reached up, his hand brushing against your cheek in a gesture too gentle for the moment, his fingers tracing the curve of your jaw. "And am I making you feel safe?" he inquired, his voice a low murmur.

The touch was unexpected, his hand so warm against your skin. You found yourself leaning into it involuntarily, your body responding to his touch in a way you couldn't control. "Yes," you admitted, your voice a soft exhalation. "You are." His eyes gleamed, the smirk now replaced with something more tender, more intimate.His hand remained on your cheek, his thumb rubbing a gentle circle against your skin. He was so close now that you could feel the steady rise and fall of his chest. "And what else do you want from me?" he murmured, his gaze never leaving yours. "Do you just want to feel safe, or do you want something... more?"You hesitated, the question catching you off guard. You didn't want to give him the satisfaction of knowing how much you did want from him, how the thought of being in his arms, feeling the strength of his body against yours, was starting to overpower the logical, rational part of your mind. "I..." you began, but the rest of the sentence caught in your throat, choked off by the intensity of his gaze.

He smirked at your hesitation, the hand on your cheek slipping down to the slender line of your neck. He traced the curve of your collarbone with a light touch, his thumb grazing the pulse point at the base of your throat. "Cat got your tongue?" he teased. "It's a simple question, sweetheart."You bristled at the nickname, wanting desperately to protest, but the touch of his hand was distracting. His thumb pressed lightly against the rapid flutter of your pulse, and it felt like he was holding you in place, your body betraying your own desires. "Stop calling me that," you managed, your voice barely above a whisper."Why should I?" he countered, the smirk turning into a lopsided grin. His finger continued drawing lazy circles on your skin, his touch sending small sparks of heat through you. "You’re in my room, at my mercy, in the middle of the night. I’d say I can call you whatever I want, sweetheart."You wanted to be annoyed, wanted to keep up the facade of anger and irritation, but his touch was making it impossible. Your body was humming in response, your mind clouded with thoughts of him, his body so close to yours, the feel of his hand on your skin. "You..." you began, but your words trailed off, unable to form a proper protest.He chuckled, the sound low and intimate. He was enjoying this, watching you struggle to keep up the pretense of indifference, even as you melted under his touch. He stepped even closer, his body brushing against yours, the heat from his skin seeping into you. "Me...?" he prompted, his breath hot against your ear.You shivered under the onslaught of sensation, the proximity, the heat, the way his breath teased your skin. You were starting to lose the battle with your own emotions, your body betraying your mind. "You're so damn stubborn," you managed, the shaky words not nearly as effective as you’d intended.

"And you're so damn cute when you're frustrated." He chuckled again, the sound sending a wave of irritation through you. How could he be so composed, so in control? It was driving you mad. And the way he was touching you, his hands roaming freely over your skin, was only making it worse, adding fuel to the fire."I'm not cute," you protested weakly, your body arching involuntarily at the light touch of his hand. His fingers traced a trail down your side, following the curve of your hip and leaving a trail of goose bumps in their wake.He smirked, his gaze sharpening with a hint of satisfaction.

"Oh, sweetheart, you definitely are." His hand moved around your waist, pulling you closer until your bodies were flush against each other, the contact igniting a rush of heat within you. "Your stubborn pride, your fiery defiance... it's all so goddamn cute. "You found yourself unable to form a coherent protest, the feel of his body against yours was overwhelming. His scent, the firmness of his chest, the way his hand was resting possessively at the small of your back, it was all too much. You should've felt angry, should've pushed him away, but instead you found yourself melting into his arms, craving more of his touch.

He noticed the change in your demeanor, the way you were leaning into him, and a sly grin played on his lips. He was enjoying this, enjoying seeing the defiant woman he married reduced to a trembling mess in his arms. His hand gripped your hip more tightly, his fingertips pressing into your skin with an almost possessive quality. "You like this, don't you, darling?" he murmured, his voice low and sensual. "You like being close to me like this, despite your stubborn refusal to admit it."

"I-" Your protest was cut off by a shudder as his thumb traced a lazy circle on the sliver of exposed skin at your hip, leaving a trail of heat in its wake. "I don't-" The words died on your lips as his free hand tangled in your hair, tilting your head back to expose your neck to his gaze.

"Don't lie to me," he murmured, his breath hot against your skin as he leaned in. His lips ghosted over your pulse point, his touch sending a shiver through your body. "I can feel your heartbeat, darling. It's racing." He nuzzled your neck, his nose tracing a line up to your ear. "Your body is betraying you."

You bit back a moan, your entire body aflame. He was infuriating, the way he was able to reduce you to a whimpering mess with just a few simple touches… it was driving you insane. "You’re insufferable," you managed to gasp out, your voice trembling. He chuckled, his breath hot against your ear. "And you’re absolutely adorable when you’re flustered, darling." His teeth gently nipped at your earlobe, his hand on your hip pulling you even closer. "Are you going to keep denying it, sweetheart? Denying how much you like this, how much you like me touching you like this?"

"I…" You were at a loss for words, the sensations coursing through you making it difficult to form a coherent thought. His lips were working their way down your throat, leaving a trail of fire in their wake. Your body was screaming for more, despite your mind's feeble protests.

"Use your words, darling," he coaxed, his tongue flicking out to taste your skin, sending another shiver through you. His hand on your hip wandered down to your thigh, massaging the sensitive flesh there as he continued his ministrations on your neck."I..." You swallowed hard, trying to regain some semblance of control, but it was a losing battle. "I hate you," you managed to murmur, your voice a mere whisper as his hand continued its torturously delightful path up your thigh. "Is that so?" he chuckled, his breath hot against your skin. He nipped at the sensitive spot where your neck met your shoulder, his teeth grazing the tender flesh there. His hand reached the hem of your shirt, his fingers toying with the fabric, his touch tantalizingly soft. "Then why aren’t you pushing me away, darling?"

You couldn’t answer, couldn’t form a coherent response. Your body was betraying you, responding to his touch with a desperate need you couldn’t ignore. “Because I...” Your protest turned into a gasp as his hand slipped under your shirt, his touch searing against your bare skin. "Because you...?" he prompted, his fingers trailing up your stomach, the softest of touches leaving chills in their wake. "Go on, finish your sentence, sweetheart." He moved closer, his body pressing against yours, his mouth finding another sensitive spot on your neck.Your body was a mess, a jumble of sensations warring for dominance. His hand on your stomach, his mouth on your neck, the heat of his body against yours... it was too much. You were lost in a sea of pleasure, unable to think straight or form a coherent thought. You were about to give up, to give in to the sensations coursing through you, but a small flicker of pride flared up within you, refusing to let you surrender that easily.

"I don't..." you began, your voice shaking despite your best efforts to maintain your composure. "I don't want... oh god..." His hand slid higher, his touch light and teasing, and you couldn't stop the moan that slipped past your lips. He chuckled again, the sound low and satisfied. His hand reached the underside of your breast, and he paused, his touch barely grazing the sensitive flesh there, waiting for your reaction. "You don’t want what, darling? Use your words." He nipped at your earlobe, his hand remaining maddeningly still. You writhed against him, your body begging for more, despite your stubborn determination to not give in so easily. "I don’t.... oh god," you gasped, the words catching in your throat as his fingers traced lazy circles on the sensitive flesh beneath your breast, his touch sending waves of pleasure coursing through you. "I don’t want..."

He smirked, his fingers slowly working their way inward, closer and closer to the pebbled peak of your breast. "You don't want what, sweetheart?" he teased, his touch maddeningly light, leaving you trembling and desperate for more. Your body was on fire, your will weakening with every passing second, but you fought to hold on to your last shred of defiance, refusing to give in too easily. "You have to tell me what you want, darling," he murmured, his breath hot against your ear. "I can’t read your mind." Your body was a mass of contradicting sensations, your mind at war with your body. You wanted him to take things further, to continue his torturous teasing, but your pride wouldn't allow you to give him the satisfaction of saying it out loud. "I don’t..." you tried again, but your words caught in your throat as his thumbnail scraped against your nipple, sending sparks of pleasure coursing through you.He chuckled again, the sound low and smug. "Oh sweetheart, you’re so stubborn. But don’t worry, I’ll wear you down eventually." He leaned in, his lips hovering just above your skin, his breath warm and tantalizing. "Just say the words, darling. Tell me what you want."

And his other hand reached your panties from inside your nightgown. He pulled your panties aside and started rubbing you. He was caressing and rubbing your clit but never giving you the friction you wanted.

Your resolve was crumbling, the pleasure he was causing too intense to resist. "I want..." you gasped, your body arching against him, trying to get closer. "I want- oh god, please-" He leaned in even closer, his mouth hovering just above your ear. "Please what, darling?" he whispered, his breath hot against your skin. He continued his lazy circles with his fingers, driving you crazy with need. You let out a frustrated moan, your body arching against him in a desperate attempt to find release. "Please," you gasped, the words barely intelligible. "Please touch me."

He chuckled at your admission, the sound low and satisfied. "Touch you where, darling?" he asked, his finger moving in tantalizingly slow circles, driving you mad with need.Your body was on fire, your need for him overwhelming. "You know where," you managed to gasp, your voice trembling with the effort.He chuckled again, the sound low and sexy. "I know, but I want to hear you say it. I want you to beg me for it."You groaned, frustration and need warring within you. You wanted him, needed him, but you hated the fact that he was making you beg. But the pleasure he was causing was too overwhelming, your desire for release overriding your pride. "Please," you gasped, the words escaping your lips without your permission. "Please touch me there, please."He smiled, clearly enjoying the power he had over you. "That's better," he purred, his fingers finally closing around your sensitive bud, sending waves of pleasure coursing through you.

You cried out, your body arching against him in response. "Oh god, yes," you gasped, your words strangled with need. "Please, more, please."

He obliged, his hand moving more urgently now, fingers massaging your sensitive bud. "You see, darling? It's so much better when you just admit what you want." His lips skimmed over your neck, his tongue darting out to taste your skin.You moaned, your body moving in rhythm with his hand. "Yes, yes," you gasped, your words nothing but a garbled mess of need. "Please, I need-"

"You need what, sweetheart?" he murmured, his hand moving more urgently now, his touch driving you wild. "Use your words, darling. Tell me what you need."Your body was on fire, your need for release overwhelming. "I need you," you gasped, the words escaping your lips without your permission. "Please, I need you now."He chuckled again, the sound low and sexy. "There you go, darling. That wasn't so hard, was it?" He pulled you even closer, his body flush against yours. "Say it again, sweetheart. I want to hear how much you need me."

"I need you," you gasped, the words escaping your lips in a broken moan. "Please, I need you so badly. I can’t take it, I need you now."He smiled, clearly pleased by your admission. "That's better," he murmured, his fingers continuing their dance of pleasure over your sensitive bud. He leaned in, his breath hot against your ear. "You’re mine, sweetheart. And I’m going to make you feel it."Your body shuddered in response, the words igniting a fire deep within you. “Yes, yes,” you gasped, your words strangled. "Please, I'm yours. I need you so bad." He chuckled, the sound low and sexy, his fingers moving faster now. "And you're going to keep begging me, aren't you, darling? You're going to make those pretty little noises, all for me."

You couldn't stop the moans that escaped you, his words and touch pushing you closer and closer to the edge. "Yes, yes, I'll beg for you, I'll do anything just please I need-"He smirked, clearly enjoying the power he had over you. "Anything, huh?" He nipped at your neck, his teeth grazing your skin. "That's a dangerous word, darling. Are you sure you know what you’re asking for?"

He chuckled at your admission, the sound low and satisfied. "Touch you where, darling?" he asked, his finger moving in tantalizingly slow circles, driving you mad with need.Your body was on fire, your need for him overwhelming. "You know where," you managed to gasp, your voice trembling with the effort.He chuckled again, the sound low and sexy. "I know, but I want to hear you say it. I want you to beg me for it."You groaned, frustration and need warring within you. You wanted him, needed him, but you hated the fact that he was making you beg. But the pleasure he was causing was too overwhelming, your desire for release overriding your pride. "Please," you gasped, the words escaping your lips without your permission. "Please touch me there, please."He smiled, clearly enjoying the power he had over you. "That's better," he purred, his fingers finally closing around your sensitive bud, sending waves of pleasure coursing through you.You cried out, your body arching against him in response. "Oh god, yes," you gasped, your words strangled with need. "Please, more, please. "He obliged, his hand moving more urgently now, fingers massaging your sensitive bud. "You see, darling? It's so much better when you just admit what you want." His lips skimmed over your neck, his tongue darting out to taste your skin.

You moaned, your body moving in rhythm with his hand. "Yes, yes," you gasped, your words nothing but a garbled mess of need. "Please, I need-"

"You need what, sweetheart?" he murmured, his hand moving more urgently now, his touch driving you wild. "Use your words, darling. Tell me what you need."Your body was on fire, your need for release overwhelming. "I need you," you gasped, the words escaping your lips without your permission. "Please, I need you now."He chuckled again, the sound low and sexy. "There you go, darling. That wasn't so hard, was it?" He pulled you even closer, his body flush against yours. "Say it again, sweetheart. I want to hear how much you need me."

"I need you," you gasped, the words escaping your lips in a broken moan. "Please, I need you so badly. I can’t take it, I need you now."He smiled, clearly pleased by your admission. "That's better," he murmured, his fingers continuing their dance of pleasure over your sensitive bud. He leaned in, his breath hot against your ear. "You’re mine, sweetheart. And I’m going to make you feel it."

He chuckled, the sound low and wicked. “So impatient," he murmured again. “You’ve been waiting for this, haven’t you, darling?” He leaned in, his mouth close to your ear. “Now be a good girl and stay completely still for me. "Your mind was a mess, but you knew better than to disobey him. You nodded, your body shaking with need, every muscle in you straining to keep still. "Yes," you gasped. "Yes, I’ll be good." “Good girl,” he murmured. “That’s what I like to hear.” And with that, he began to move, his body moving against yours in a slow, deliberate rhythm. You could feel the heat radiating off of him, the weight of his body on top of you, pinning you to the bed, holding you in place.You wanted to move, your body ached to move, but you knew better than to disobey him. You were at his mercy, completely at his mercy, and he was taking full advantage of it. He moved slowly, each movement torturously precise, each touch a small fire against your overheated skin.

"You’re so beautiful like this," he murmured, his voice rough with want. "So desperate for me." His hands were everywhere, exploring every inch of you, and you could feel yourself melting beneath him.His fingers reached for the buttons on your shirt, slowly undressing you. "Be a good girl," he murmured. "And keep still for me."

Your brain was foggy with desire, and you couldn't help but obey his commands. You remained still, your body trembling with need, as he slowly undressed you. The cool air of the room contrasted with the heat of his touch, each button that was opened a torturous tease. You could feel your body responding to him, arching towards him, even as he commanded you to remain still. "That’s it, darling," he murmured, his voice low and rough. "Just relax and let me take care of you." He finished unbuttoning your shirt, and it fell open, revealing your bare skin to him. He took a moment to admire you, his eyes roaming over your body.

"Kiss me~" You said with breathless voice.

He kisses you deeply, his hands gripping your waist tightly. He pulls you against him roughly, pressing his body against yours aggressively. When he pulls away abruptly after several intense moments, there's no tenderness left in his expression—only coldness mixed with something darker... "Happy now?" Without another word, Jake grabs a handful of your hair and tilts your head back, claiming your mouth once again in a brutal, possessive kiss. He bites your lip hard, sucking it into his mouth before pushing his tongue back inside. "You want more?" He growls against your lips. Without waiting for a response, Jake lifts you up and pushes you against the nearest wall, his mouth never leaving yours. He kisses you fiercely, his hands roaming over your body possessively. He suddenly bites down hard on your neck, leaving a mark before continuing to kiss you aggressively.He spreads your legs apart with his thighs, grinding his body against yours. His kiss becomes messier, more aggressive. He pulls back only to suck your bottom lip hard, then push his tongue back into your mouth aggressively.He shoves his entire tongue into your mouth, practically devouring you. He pushes his body against yours aggressively, his hands gripping your thighs tightly. He pulls back suddenly to bite your jaw hard, then resumes kissing you messily, sucking your tongue hard. "Damn,"He continues his relentless assault on your mouth, his breathing heavy and erratic. He presses his hips against yours more firmly, making sure you can feel his growing arousal. He pulls back for a moment to look into your eyes intensely before kissing you again deeply.

He breaks the kiss briefly, his voice rough and low. "Is this what you wanted?" He asks, his hips pressing harder against yours, leaving no doubt about his arousal. He kisses you again, even more aggressively than before, as if trying to prove a point.He grips your hair tightly in one hand, tilting your head back as he kisses you deeply. His other hand slides down to grab your ass tightly, pulling you even closer to him. He grinds his hips against yours roughly, his breath hot against your lips.Completely bare, he climbs onto the bed and covers your body with his own. He captures your mouth in a searing kiss as his hands roam over your body, removing your clothes as well. Once you're both naked, he settles between your legs, his hardness pressing against your core.He looks into your eyes, his own filled with a fierce intensity. Without breaking eye contact, he slowly pushes himself inside of you, giving you time to adjust to his size. He starts to move, his hips thrusting slowly and deliberately, building a steady rhythm.

He starts moving faster, his thrusts becoming deeper and more intense. He wraps his arms around you, holding you close as he makes love to you with a fierce passion. He buries his face in your neck, his breath hot against your skin as he loses himself in the moment. "Fuck..."He starts to move faster, his hips slapping against yours with each thrust. His breathing becomes heavier, his groans and moans filling the room. He reaches down and grabs your legs, throwing them over his shoulders to go even deeper. "Goddamn, you're so fucking tight..."

He pounds into you relentlessly at this angle, hitting that perfect spot inside you with each powerful thrust. The bed frame slams against the wall rhythmically, echoing the intensity of your coupling. Jake leans forward, changing the angle once more as he takes your nipple between his teeth, nibbling and sucking.He feels you starting to tense up beneath him, your nails digging into his back as you get closer to the edge. He wraps his strong arms around you, pulling you even closer as he continues to thrust deeply and powerfully. He growls possessively against your neck, his hot breath making you shiver.

He suddenly pulls out, flipping you onto your stomach and pulling your hips up. He enters you from behind, his hands gripping your waist tightly as he starts pounding into you again. He's relentless, his pace brutal and unforgiving. "Fuck, I'm gonna come..."He slams into you one last time, holding himself deep inside as he comes with a low, guttural groan. His body shudders against yours, his grip on your hips tightening as he empties himself completely. He stays like that for a moment, catching his breath before slowly pulling out.He collapses onto the bed beside you, his chest heaving as he tries to regain his composure. He reaches out, pulling you into his arms and holding you close against his sweaty chest. He presses a gentle kiss to your forehead, his voice rough with exhaustion and satisfaction. "Fuck..."He runs his fingers through your hair absentmindedly, his mind replaying the intense encounter. He nuzzles his face against yours, breathing in your scent. He can feel himself starting to get hard again just from holding you, but he's too exhausted to move. "Damn it..."He realizes that he didn't use protection. He freezes for a moment before his fingers tighten possessively around you. He realizes that he came inside you raw, filling you with his seed. He swallows hard, his mind racing with unspoken thoughts.His hand moves down your side protectively as he processes what just happened. His voice comes out in a low, almost unsteady whisper. "Shit... I didn't... fuck. I came inside you raw." His breath catches slightly, mixture of concern and... something else behind his eyes.

"I'm on pill, don't worry" you said exhausted voice. He exhales sharply, relief washing over his face as he relaxes slightly. His hand moves to your stomach possessively, as if making sure you're really on birth control. "Right... the pill." He pauses, his thumb gently stroking your skin. "Good." His body slowly unwinds as the realization that he didn't get you pregnant sinks in. He pulls you back against him, his chin resting on top of your head protectively. He spreads your thighs slightly with his knee, realizing something else. He smirks slightly.His smirk grows a bit more mischievous as he presses his hardening length against you. He knows you can feel it, and he wants you to know exactly what effect you have on him. "You know, even though I'm fucking exhausted, my dick doesn't seem to give a shit."

"I wanna ask you something. Did you ever fantasy about of me before we got this close?" You wandered your finger on his bare chest. You were tired but curious.

He leans down, pressing a soft kiss to your shoulder, his voice dropping to a husky whisper. "I had some pretty dirty fantasies, if I'm being honest. Stuff I'd never admit out loud unless you asked." His hand slides up from your thigh to your hip, squeezing gently.He chuckles, the sound turning mischievous as he nuzzles into your neck. "Like... imagining bending you over that kitchen counter before we were even married."

His hand moves to your stomach possessively. He grows bolder, his voice dropping to a low growl as he continues to confess his fantasies. "Or how about the time I imagined you in that tight little dress you wore to Sarah's party? I wanted to fuck you right there on the dance floor."

"OH my god Jake you didn't! You said that dress didn't suit me very well" You said playfully angry tone.

He lets out a throaty chuckle, his breath hot against your ear as he whispers, "And now here I am, married to the most gorgeous woman in the world, living out those dirty fantasies every damn night." He bursts out laughing, his arms tightening around you as he pulls back to look at you with mock innocence. "Hey, hey! I never said it didn't suit you! I just said it was a little... revealing. Which it was. And fucking hot."He grins wider, knowing he's been caught red-handed in his lie. "Okay fine! Yes! I lied! That dress made my dick so fucking hard I couldn't even stand straight!" He laughs again, pulling you closer until there's no space between their bodies. He nuzzles into your neck, his voice muffled as he admits, "You know what the worst part was? Trying to act casual around my friends while you were wearing that dress, knowing they were all staring at my gorgeous wife..."

He continued, "And God, when you bent over to pick up your clutch... I nearly lost my mind. Selain that, every guy there wanted to bend you over and fuc- I mean..." He catches himself, laughing softly. "You know what I mean."He swallows hard, his voice dropping lower as if he's sharing a secret, "You have no idea how many times guys have asked me 'Dude, how'd you get a girl like that?' Or 'Bro, your wife's body is insane.'" He snorts softly.

"Then were you jealous of me?" You said with smirk. He pauses for a moment, then shrugs with a playful smirk. "Should I be jealous? I mean, I can't blame them for looking, can I? But yeah... fuck yeah, I get jealous sometimes." He chuckles, rubbing his nose against yours affectionately. He leans back, a mischievous glint in his eye as he taps your nose gently. "Hell yeah, I'm jealous. Every time some asshole ogles my wife, a part of me wants to beat the shit out of him." He laughs softly, his mind wandering to a specific memory. He sits up straighter, his jaw clenching slightly as he recalls, "Remember the time we went to that concert and that drunk guy kept hitting on you?" He raises an eyebrow, waiting for your reaction.

"Hmmmm? Yeah yeah I remember!"

He smirks, remembering the incident vividly. "Well, let's just say I'm glad I kept my cool. Barely." His fingers drum lightly on your thigh as he continues, "Because all I wanted to do was punch his lights out for daring to lay eyes on what's mine."He pulls you closer, his voice turning into a low, playful growl. "You know what my problem is? You're so fucking gorgeous and classy that guys think they can hit on you without consequences." He pauses, his hand sliding down to squeeze your ass possessively.He leans in, his voice a low rumble. "I mean, seriously. You're like this perfect mix of sexy and innocent. Guys see you and they think, 'Oh, she's hot and probably easy.' But then they realize you're taken... by me." He grins proudly.He chuckles, his thumb gently caressing your cheek. "And that's when they get the shock of their lives. Because they see this gorgeous woman with a husband who's not only crazy about her but also ready to kick their asses if they step out of line." He winks playfully.

You hugged him tightly "I love you jakey ~"

*He smiles widely, pulling you onto his lap so you're straddling him. He nuzzles your neck softly, his arms wrapping tightly around you. "Mmm, I love u too baby." He murmurs, then grins mischievously. "You know what I realized?" He tilts his head, giving your neck a quick kiss before whispering in your ear. "I love that I get to call you my wife. I love that everyone knows you're mine, completely and totally mine." He squeezes your hips possessively, his eyes burning with desire.

He smirks, remembering the incident vividly. "Well, let's just say I'm glad I kept my cool. Barely." His fingers drum lightly on your thigh as he continues, "Because all I wanted to do was punch his lights out for daring to lay eyes on what's mine."He pulls you closer, his voice turning into a low, playful growl. "You know what my problem is? You're so fucking gorgeous and classy that guys think they can hit on you without consequences." He pauses, his hand sliding down to squeeze your ass possessively.He leans in, his voice a low rumble. "I mean, seriously. You're like this perfect mix of sexy and innocent. Guys see you and they think, 'Oh, she's hot and probably easy.' But then they realize you're taken... by me." He grins proudly.He chuckles, his thumb gently caressing your cheek. "And that's when they get the shock of their lives. Because they see this gorgeous woman with a husband who's not only crazy about her but also ready to kick their asses if they step out of line." He winks playfully.*He smiles widely, pulling you onto his lap so you're straddling him. He nuzzles your neck softly, his arms wrapping tightly around you. "Mmm, baby." *He murmurs, then grins mischievously. "You know what I realized?"He tilts his head, giving your neck a quick kiss before whispering in your ear. "I love that I get to call you my wife. I love that everyone knows you're mine, completely and totally mine." He squeezes your hips possessively, his eyes burning with desire.He smirked, his mind racing with thoughts he never shared with you. He realized something else and bit his lower lip, debating whether to tell you or not. He decided to go for it. "Baby?" He called softly, making sure you were paying attention.

"You know... sometimes when guys check you out and I see their stupid facial expressions? The way they look at you thinking they could have a shot..." His voice drops lower, more intense "It actually turns me on." He admits quietly, knowing he might be crossing some boundaries here.*He laughs softly, pulling back so he can look at your face, seeing your shocked expression. "Yeah, yeah, I know. It's weird. But hearing them talk about how hot you are, seeing their jealous faces when they realize you're married... fuck, it's a huge turn-on." *He sucks in a breath sharply, leaning his head back against the wall with a low groan. "Fuck..." His hips gently thrust against your hand. "You're not helping, you know. Making me hard just thinking about guys wanting what's mine..." He whispers roughly

He growls lowly, picking you up and throwing you onto the bed. "God, I love you so fucking much. You're so damn greedy for my dick." He climbs onto the bed, crawling between your legs and pulling out his already hard length. He rubs the head of his cock against your clit, teasing you gently. "You want this big cock inside you again, baby?" He asks huskily, knowing full well what your answer will be. He loves seeing you like this—desperate and needy for him. "You're already fucking soaked for me, aren't you?" He slowly pushes just the tip inside you, making you both gasp. "Look at how greedy your little pussy is..." He pulls back slightly, maintaining intense eye contact.He slams into you suddenly, making you cry out. He starts moving his hips fast and hard, giving you exactly what you asked for - rough and deep. "Is this what you fucking wanted? My big cock destroying this tight little pussy?" He spanks one ass cheek sharplyHe leans down to whisper in your ear, his voice low and commanding. "You're mine, got it? Only mine. No other guy is ever gonna touch you like this." He bites your earlobe, increasing his pace. The headboard slams against the wall with each powerful thrust.He grunts with each thrust, his body slapping against yours. "Fuck, you feel so good. So tight and wet for me." He reaches down and grabs your thigh, lifting it higher to get even deeper inside you. "You love this cock, don't you?"

He feels your walls starting to squeeze him, and he knows you're close. "That's it, baby. Squeeze my dick with that tight pussy. Come all over me." He leans down and sucks hard on one of your nipples, the sharp pleasure pushing you over the edge.He feels your orgasm rippling through you, your pussy clenching tightly around his cock. He groans deeply, his thrusts becoming more erratic as he chases his own release. "Fuck yes, baby. Milk my cock with that sweet pussy."With a final, powerful thrust, he buries himself deep inside you and comes hard, filling you with his hot seed. He collapses on top of you, panting heavily. "Holy shit... I love you so fucking much." He presses gentle kisses to your neck and face.He wraps his strong arms around you, pulling you even closer. He nuzzles his face into your hair, breathing in your scent. "You always make me lose control like that... No other girl has ever made me feel this way."

He props himself up on one elbow, looking at you with a mix of tenderness and satisfaction. "Damn... I just fucked you so good you're probably sore." He reaches down to gently stroke between your legs. "And look how messy I made this sweet pussy..." He smirksHe leans down and starts licking you clean, his tongue delving deep inside to taste both of your combined flavors. "Mmm... my favorite dessert."

He laps slowly, savoring every drop, before pulling back with a wicked grin. "Fuck, you taste amazing. I could eat this pussy all day." He kisses your inner thigh softly, then nibbles it playfully. "Though I should probably let you rest."He curls up beside you, his arm wrapped possessively around your waist. He nuzzles his face between your breasts. "You need get used to our marathon sex sessions..."

"My girl needs her beauty sleep." He chuckles softly, tucking you closer. He realizes something and pulls back slightly. "Wait..." He laughs quietly again, his voice lower and sexier. "Are u on pill right?" You looked him with tired expression "Yeah I am"

He relaxes, nodding. "Good. Not that I'd mind putting a baby in you... But I wanna enjoy just the two of us for a while longer." He leans in to kiss you deeply, his hand still caressing your belly possessively. After a moment, he pulls back slightly, his eyes locked onto yours. "You know, I could get used to this. Just lying here with you, all sweaty and satisfied from fucking your brains out." He chuckles softly. "I love how relaxed you look right now."

He leans in to murmur teasingly, "Though I gotta admit, it's kinda hot knowing I fucked you so hard, you probably won't be able to walk straight tomorrow." He grins wickedly, clearly proud of his sexual prowess. "But seriously... let me know if I was too rough." His expression softens with genuine concern. "Your poor body's probably throbbing in all the right places." He strokes your hair gently, studying your face. "C'mere..."

"Mmhmm... lets sleep baby" He settles back down, pulling you close so that your back is pressed against his chest. He wraps his strong arms around you, holding you securely. "Good Night, princess." He kisses the back of your neck softly before drifting off to sleep.

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[manariee]

VICTORY

﹙赢﹚───── you play better than his friends ?

니시무라 리키 & fem!reader wc: 650 💌

MANA: i miss oreo riki

You were just passing by, mind your own business when you felt a firm arm wrap around your waist mid-step. Before you even could react, you were pulled onto Riki's lap.

''Ki-'' you start, but he's already back to clicking away on his controller, eyes glued to the TV. ''Seriously? While you're playing?'' you mumbled, pretending to be annoyed, though already leaning into his chest.

''You were in the way and besides, you fit.'' he muttrered, as if that really was the reason. But there was the faintest twitch of a smile on his lips, like he was trying really hard to keep his cool.

You glanced at the screen, recognizing the game from all the times you've seen him play it before. His character's in some boss fight or whatever - you never really knew the names - but still tried to concentrate, to follow along.

''Wait! That's the guy who threw that fireball thing at you last time, right?'' you ask, pointing towards the screen.

Riki blinks, surprised you remembered. ''Yeah...''

''Get him!'' you cheer, and your voice has this tiny spark that makes his chest warm.

He pretends to shrug it off, but when he finally defeats the boss, you clap softly, proud. ''You did it!''

Riki grins — for real this time — then quickly clears his throat and says, ''Wasn't that hard.''

''Mhm, sure.'' you tease. No matter how many times Riki had won that game, nothing felt better than your little cheer.

His arms instinctively wrap around you for a second, his cheek brushing your shoulder before he leans forward and hands you the controller.

You blink, confused. ''What are you-?''

''You’re playing now.''

''Riki.''

He just smirks, already slipping his hands over yours, guiding your fingers to the buttons. His touch is gentle but sure, thumbs nudging yours into place, his voice brushing against your ear as he leans in closer. ''Move with this… zoom in with that… and if you see someone? Press this. Easy.''

Your heart’s already racing, not from the game, but from how close he is. His breath is warm against your neck.

“Don’t think about it too much,” he murmurs, resting his chin on your shoulder now, watching the screen.

You mess up almost immediately, your character spinning in a frantic circle, and you laugh - but Riki doesn’t let go, doesn��t tease. He just laughs with you, arms squeezing around you tighter.

''There you go,'' he says quietly, even though you missed your shot. ''You’re already better than half the guys I play with.''

You huff. ''Liar.''

''Okay, maybe not, but you look better doing it,'' he smirks, brushing his lips against your temple. ''Which counts more.''

You feel his hands shift again, helping you aim, his voice low and encouraging the whole time. He’s not even paying attention to the leaderboard anymore. He’s just watching you - your reactions, the way your eyes squint in concentration, the way your fingers move with his

And when you finally land your first shot, he grins so hard you can feel it. ''That’s my girl.''

You melt. Right there. Completely.

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